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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 8, 2011 1:48:50 GMT -5
This was it. This was the day he had been waiting for. Vanto sat in the lobby, his form taking its place on a wooden bench in the corner of the room. The teen pressed his back against the brick wall, puffing his chest out and letting out an anxious sigh, his eyes moving to the ceiling. His black orbs searched the ceiling as if it held some sort of solace for him. If it did, the young fighter couldn't find it. Tilting his head forward and arching his back, now learned forward, his legs spread out. His bandaged arms were bent, elbows resting on his thigh. Vanto looked at his arms, thanking himself for putting these wrist wraps on. "Alright, here I go." he whispered before standing up, his raven locks dropping over his eyes.
His black capsule corporation-brand boots tapped against the floor of the lobby as Vanto approached the exit, feeling the intense gazes on him. All the other fighters were glaring daggers into him, something that would've made him buckle down from pressure. The teen knew his opponent, Jean Briefs, was standing in the same room but Vanto didn't want to see who it was. He did know that he was going against one of Bulla's relatives, which didn't sit well with him.
Nothing sat well with him at the moment. Vanto was lucky to be able to enter the tournament. His parents found out just a week before the tourney and while his mom was okay with it, Vanto's father wanted to hang the young man by his big toe. Mr. Lux seemed to be a hard ass about everything Vanto did and in the teen's thirteen years of living, has he ever seen his father be happy with him. Especially since the day Vanto told his father about wanting to be a martial artist, Mr. Lux developed a strong dislike toward his son's hobby, up to the point where Vanto has to lie and say he stopped training around the age of eight (having started around seven which was pretty impressive). Only thanks to Mrs. Lux was Vanto able to enter the tournament but it made him feel uneasy that his parents were in the crowd. His mother, okay. His father wasn't. The teen stepped under the sheet and down the path leading to the arena. The crowd erupted into applause for him and his opponent, who was sure to be following him.
Vanto turned his head to left, stopping in place and staring a particular spot in the crowd. There, he saw his mother and father sitting. His father, still in his purple capsule corporation suit, his hair jelled up and back, looking as aggravated and uninteresting as usual. Mrs. Lux was bubbly as ever and waved to her son, though she doubted that he would see.
The young man raised an arm and waved back slightly. This is it..., he thought before continuing his stroll forward, taking light steps up up onto the stage and approaching the opposite of it. The raven-haired hero paused before facing his opponent, looking down at the ground and clenching his fists. In order to win, he had to rid himself of all distractions. For now, he needed to forget Juno, Bulla, his parents and whoever else was watching. The black haired male took a sharp inhale and turned around, facing Jean and bowing. "May the strongest win." he said, trying to sound as professional as he could. Hopefully the strongest was him.
His body stiffened up, straightening out then relaxing, Vanto slipping into his southpaw stance. His right arm and leg forward, both arms raised in front of his face and bend at a ninety degree angle. The boy's legs were spread out to be parallel to his arms and Vanto tucked his head in , bring his arms a little closer to protect his face from any attacks. Once the announcer told them to start...
..Boy, would he start.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 9, 2011 21:20:10 GMT -5
 Jean was not here to win the tournament; his presence was purely in response to Gohan suggesting that he attend. Many other fighters were here, most with different intentions than his, but the prize money obviously held no interest in the boy’s eyes. Nor did he see it necessary to prove himself to Frieza or anyone else who may be watching... If anything, he was only hurting himself by competing.
Aside from all that, Jean was quite excited to see that his match was about to begin! His opponent was Vanto, a person who he did not know until he saw the teenager begin to head out of the room and toward the arena. Therefore, that had to be the guy he was scheduled to fight. Jean went out the same way his opponent had, following him out to the arena only a short time later.
Walking calmly across the arena platform, the boy took a spot across from his opponent with a fair enough gap between them. His opponent seemed nice enough! However, instead of bowing in return, Jean smiled and gave Vanto a thumbs up. ”Let’s just have fun, okay?” Sliding into his fighting stance with the side of his body facing his opponent, he waited.
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Post by SHARKK on Nov 9, 2011 23:15:03 GMT -5
The crowd was roaring, and he was smiling as always when it came to standing in the middle of the world tournament ring. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! our next match-up in the twenty-fourth tenkaichi budokai world tournament is about to begin! first we have vanto lux, the young emo looking child with the rooster hair!"
[/color] pausing he let the crowd cheer and boo for the young boy who looked like a girl. "and our second contestant, we have the and jean briefs, another of our younger fighters this evening!"[/color] grinning ear to ear he half clapped a bit before slipping his note card back into his suit's pants pocket, making his leave from the ring and taking his position behind the announcer's table, lifting a small hammer he'd smack it into the ring side bell. "BEGIN!"[/color] [/left][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 9, 2011 23:58:17 GMT -5
Vanto shot the announcer a sideways glance, dropping his stance and sighing. I don't look like a girl, he thought before dropping back into his southpaw stance again. That was the first time he ever got that but decided to think nothing of it. His attention needed to be on the child in front of him and upon fully examining Jean, the black haired fighter's posture slackened in disappointment. Why can't he fight a normal fight for once? It was either little kids, furry swordsmen or aliens. Sometimes the first and last combined. Maybe he was like Ake, maybe they were almost the same age. Even so why the hell were these kids developing so damn slow? Jean looked like he was nine!
It was also pretty disheartening to see that Jean wasn't as serious as Vanto was. That just showed the latter cares about this fight more, seeing as the black haired hero had to use this tournament as means of proving his worth (to his father) and getting stronger. Vanto also assumed that Jean, being a relative of Bulla, would have that Briefs family mentality: try their hardest at everything (that "everything" usually fell under the category of mechanics but even so, Vanto actually thought that meant everything.) "Alright, I'll try." Vanto responded, straightening up his stance. "But that doesn't mean I plan on holding back!" he shouted, raising the level of his voice for two reasons. One, to make sure Jean heard him. Two, to alarm the boy. Vanto was taught by Ake not judge someone by their appearance.
His aura flaring around him, Vanto shot diagonnally into the air, up above and infront of Jean, taking flight for only a couple seconds. The way he propelled himself, it seemed only like a super powered jump and once he was about five feet off the ground, his aura would die out and Vanto would rotate his body and hold his foot out, spinning toward Jean to lay down a heavy kick. Regardless if he hit or not, Vanto would do the same thing. Assuming Jean blocked by holding his arms over his head, Vanto would utilize his ki to propel him backwards forcefully, hopefully pushing Jean forward and unleashing a barrage of punches and kicks, engaging Jean in direct combat. If Jean didn't block or found another way to dodge, Vanto would still continue to push the boy into a close range fight.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 10, 2011 10:26:53 GMT -5
 Jean was pleased to hear that his opponent at least somewhat agreed with him on that point. And again, with his second comment as well. ”Good! It wouldn’t be fun if you held back,” he called out, giving his response back to Vanto at a raised level comparable to the volume at which the teenager had previously shouted. The announcer had spoken up now too, meaning they were all set to begin.
Continuing to hold his stance, he watched as Vanto commenced the fight, his eyes following as the older male leapt into the air. He didn’t know what Vanto was planning, but he smirked anyway, his arms raised in defense against the kick. He was forced back a few steps by the combination of Vanto's kick along with the push of energy. Clearly the fighter knew his way around controlling his ki, and that detail was probably going to make their fight interesting.
The boy shifted from the defensive onto the offensive, his arms no longer being held out in front of his body where he had been using them for protection against the onslaught of blows. He held his hand out to catch one of Vanto’s punches, attempting to get a decent grip on the teenager in order to cease his assault of kicks and punches. Provided that he managed to get a hold of Vanto, Jean would use his own weight to tug the taller male toward himself, at the same time the boy's leg would come up and he moved to plant the flat of his foot right into Vanto’s stomach. Even if he failed to catch hold of Vanto, still the boy would attempt to force him away with a close up kick to the chest.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 10, 2011 14:36:10 GMT -5
Vanto's fist was caught and with his eyes wide, the boy's brain began to rack itself for a counter. That came quicker than he thought and just as Jean's leg came up, Vanto pull all of his weight back, tilting to the left and then regaining his foot, stopping just as the foot went past him. I have to be quick..., Vanto thought as his body began to work like clockwork; to get out of Jean's grasp, Vanto loosened up his hand and pulled it from the boy's grasp easily, stepping back from the force of the pull. Then, he would charge forward, attempting to grab Jean's leg while it was still airborne or while he was retracting it. "Haa!" Vanto howled as he attempted lock his arms around Jean's leg by his knee and with his own legs, Vanto whipped his left leg out to kick Jean's other leg from under him. If this was successful, the black haired martial artist would, with all the force he could muster, toss Jean across the ring.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 10, 2011 16:42:57 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i734.photobucket.com/albums/ww342/neopetsxweetok/bg2purp-1.png); width: 122px;] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i734.photobucket.com/albums/ww342/neopetsxweetok/bg2purp-1.png); width: 276px;] Jean's hand had been wrapped around Vanto's fist, by all means it had seemed as though he would have had a good shot, however his foot caught only air in its path. His opponent having moved safely to the side at the last very moment. From there, Jean felt the teenager get a hold of his leg, and by the end of the encounter he had been flung across the arena. His body slid quickly across the tiles, and fearing that if he didn't slow he would slide right out of the arena, Jean powered up some of his own ki and used it to slow himself down right at the edge. Hovering for a moment awkwardly in the air, the boy let out a sigh of relief, a close one it had been. He gently set his feet back down onto the arena platform after having hovered right above the spot a few seconds prior. "Nice one, but you can't get rid of me that easily!" Jean's aura flared this time, his ki charging up to enhance the speed at which he darted toward Vanto. The first strike he would come in for would be another kick, but this time he was aiming at the teenager's left side with his right leg. If Vanto tried to dodge to the side again, Jean's left hand, curled into a fist, would extend out and fly toward the side of his opponent's face like a hammer. | [cs=2][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-image: url(http://i734.photobucket.com/albums/ww342/neopetsxweetok/bg2purp-1.png); width: 400px; padding: 10px;]⊗ WORDS - - - ⊗ TAGS - - - ⊗ NOTES - - - ⊗ CREDITS goes to gREY of OTE |
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 11, 2011 3:39:27 GMT -5
Damn it, so close! Vanto frowned at the fact Jean stopped himself from falling out of the arena. The teen dropped into his stance and his ki rose around him, the boy darting forward to meet his opponent. The two combatants meetings halfway, Vanto held up an arm to block the kick, smirking. "Ha, nice--" just as he was about to taunt his opponent, a powerful set of knuckles drilled into his cheek, making him stumble back. The black haired boy grasped his now purple, severely bruised cheek and looked at Jean oddly. Why was he so strong? There was so much strength in that little body and that made Vanto feel a bit better about fighting a little kid. Still a couple feet away from Jean, the fighter shot him a nasty glare, grasping his throbbing face. "...Nice hit."
Vanto dropped into his stance suddenly and his aura took its place around him, taking the form of a white line instead of a raging fire. "My turn!" he shouted, smiling before taking off like a bullet, dust and energy streaking behind him. As he closed in, Vanto would land onto the ground, using momentum to add force behind his limb: attempting to deliver the maximum amount of damage through his attacks. Instead of kicking with the leg closest to Jean, Vanto twirled on the foot and aimed a powerful side kick to the teen's ribs. Regardless if the first strike hit, Vanto would continue through with the spin and as he came around with his other leg, Vanto would jump up off the ground, aiming his next strike at the side of Jean's face, allowing his leg to keep going in an attempt to drop Jean into the stadium floor.
This attack came in rapid succession, one leg flying right after the other. The teen felt bad about aiming such an attack at Jean but the latter's previous strike showed they weren't holding back. Also, Vanto promised he wouldn't anyway....
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 11, 2011 21:28:15 GMT -5
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The second kick, Jean was not so lucky in defending against. It felt as though a boulder had been thrown at his face. His body followed his head in crashing down into the arena floor. Already feeling as though his cheek was beginning to swell, his other resting against the cold tiles, the boy realized he had to move quickly in order to stay in the match.
He planted his palms against the platform on either side of himself, and in a spinning motion carried his body around with his leg outstretched in a low sweeping kick, the intention of the attack being to trip Vanto before he even knew what was happening. He would then make a jump onto his own feet and back away a few steps from his opponent.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 11, 2011 23:15:07 GMT -5
The feeling you get when being tripped is...odd. Vanto's eyes widened as he felt his feet being taken from under him, his body dropping to the side as the ground vanished from under him. Unfortunately, it appeared just in time for his swollen cheek to slam right against the cold tiles. The teen refused to stay on the ground long and just Jean got up and began to retreat, the black haired boy rose to his feet, stumbling into a run. "You won't get far!" Vanto shouted, dashing after Jean at a breakspeed.
Upon getting in close, Vanto would bend down, stepping forward with his foremost foot and throwing his body into a powerful full-on punch. Due to Vanto being on his knees, the attack's distance was limited but was designed to be quick enough to strike Jean quickly. Hopefully it hit quick enough before Jean was too far away.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 12, 2011 11:02:06 GMT -5
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Jean twisted around mid-air, and then with all the force he could muster from that position, he brought his body down to the platform once more. However, he was aiming for Vanto, not just a simple landing. His leg would outstretch as he closed in, aiming to drop his heel down hard onto the crown of Vanto's skull.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 12, 2011 14:00:54 GMT -5
Vanto let out a low growl, completely mad that his attack missed. He stood up just as Jean went into the air and dropped into a defensive stance. To say Vanto was surprised at the falling axe kick was an understatement. He should've saw it coming but didn't, therefore was unable to make a proper counter back. Instead, the martial artist raised his arms above his head, his left arm crossed over his right. This and the wrist/arm wraps around his arms cushioned the blow immensely, Vanto only losing balance and falling to one knee. Upon the kick landing on the boy's forearm, there was a soft crack and only Vanto heard it. That wasn't good at all.
He pushed Jean away and at the same time, jumped back. The second he jumped back however, his ki spiked around his once more and he jetted forward, rushing Jean and laying down an onslaught of vicious attacks. All those attacks hopefully landing on the blue haired boy just as or before he completely regained the balance lost he should've lost from the push.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 12, 2011 22:08:54 GMT -5
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Even as his opponent came after him once more for a close quarters fight, the boy could by no means say that he was disappointed. He wasn't even disappointed that his last attack had failed to hit its mark, because the most important thing here was that Vanto was strong. That sort of thing made for a good fight, definitely.
Vanto's first punch knocked Jean in the ribs and shoved him back a step, the next hit his shoulder and he winced at the pain both shots had caused. The boy solidified his stance, refusing to take even one step further back, if anything he wanted to push his opponent backward and put him on the defensive. Jean began to return his attacks, a series of punches and kicks in an attempt to exchange blow for blow as he tried to push Vanto back.
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Post by Vanto Lux on Nov 12, 2011 23:27:33 GMT -5
A smile stretched across his face. A close-combat fight, what a delight! Vanto nailed Jean in the ribs and the shoulder, two precise strikes: awesome. Vanto brought his foot up but as he did, Jean's fist came out and struck his chest, forcing him to drop his leg back down and step back. He didn't want to step too far back though, no way was he giving in this this close-quarters fight: this was way too exciting. He found his blood boiling and his limbs seemed to be moving on their own accord. However, with that being said, Vanto still had a goal in mind.
To keep attacking and push Jean to the edge of the stadium, which wasn't that far away actually. While blocking, parrying and attacking Jean, Vanto looked passed the time travel, noting the distance.
He feinted a right hook and actually went for a chin-check with his less dominate arm, his right fist blazing through air and aiming for Jean's face. Expecting it to daze the boy, Vanto would lift off the ground and spin in the air, aiming another kick to the side of the boy's face. Vanto aimed for the boy's temple to be exact and it was clear that the force behind the incoming limb was meant to knock the poor boy out. If not, at least disorient him further.
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Post by Jean Briefs on Nov 13, 2011 18:27:02 GMT -5
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That sort of thinking, however, actually put the boy on the disadvantage against his opponent. A fist crashed into the side of his face, catching him off guard. Before he could retaliate, another strike flashed at him, Vanto's leg connected to the side of Jean's head. The blow hit him with some force, enough to dizzy the partial saiyan, and what was more, flung him onto the grass just outside the platform.
A ring out.
He almost immediately sat up, despite the fact that the arena was continuing to appear as though it was spinning all around him. Jean pressed the palm of his hand against the side of his head where he had last been struck. "Ouch... That last kick hurt. Good fight though."
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