Gelid Vs Frostvite

[hewhostandsalone]

Gelid had waited in contemplation for his match to begin, paying no mind to the other fighters in the tournament now. He had not seen his brother or father amongst the competitors even though they were the primary reason he entered. He thought that perhaps a chance to show off their skills and gain Freiza's notice would have drawn them in if either were here, but to no avail. And so here he was about to engage in his first match with no real reason in his mind to be here. If there was an upside to this it was that he, too, had the potential to be noticed. He didn't care in the least about this planet or its people, so if they took note of his skills he would consider it pointless. Of course, he didn't care for Freiza and his lackeys, either. The tournament prize and the small fame of winning would surely be enough to get him off this rock and back on the hunt. That was his goal for now.

He moved from the waiting area where the other combatants were and headed out to the arena without a word of acknowledgement to any of the others. In fact, he wouldn't bother speaking to his opponent until they got to the ring. Even then he would only speak if his foe decided to strike up some banter first. He was here to fight, not to talk. He leaped up onto the tiled arena floor and moved towards the center of the ring, stepping off to one side slightly as to share the center stage with his opponent. It was then that he waited to see who he was up against.

[Frosvite]

The more I see

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff470/DBlaine/backgrounds/2365627921_09d654eb69-1.jpg); border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; -moz-border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; border: 5px solid #CCCC00, bTable] Frostvite Finally the day of the tournament arrived and Frosivte was just as excited as every other fighter in the room - in his mind, at least. They all looked so strong, and surely if he would have brought his Scouter with him he could just confirm such a fact. If he did though it wouldn't be as fun to see their battles, already having some expectations from them. What the Changeling did not see coming was the large amount of people in the crowd and the very surprising amount of fighters he knew personally actually participating in the tournament itself. "Wow... I never knew they all had this in mind! I wonder how powerful they all are." He said out loud, making sure nobody would hear him thanks to the talking done behind the ring. Soon it was his turn to rise though, in a fight of course which really got him unprepared. The orange alien was scared obviously to go up against that fighter he doesn't know but unfortunately for him had no way of switching to a competitor he already knows or not going up besides giving up. He slowly came to the center of the ring after the guy which turned out being a Changeling as well, judging by the body structure and shape of the head. He, though, was covered well behind his turban, gauntlets, boots, shirt and jeans. "Hold on..." He said quietly, taking a deep analysis at the fighter in-front. If he was a Changeling as well Frieza would definitely notice that. Shaking on the ring out of fear and stress, the orange 'lizardman' tried to take a better understanding at who this guy is. the less I know extras crappy post | tags Gelid/Announcer | words 280

the more I'd like to let it go.

[SHARKK]

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 second match-up in the twenty-fourth tenkai budokai world tournament is about to begin! first we have gelid, our fighter with an unknown origin, and thorny head!"

[/color] pausing he let the crowd cheer and boo for the mysterious fighter. "and our second contestant, a equally unknown fighter by the name of frosvite, who may not have thorns on his head, but he sure doe have one huge noggin!!"[/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]
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[hewhostandsalone]

Gelid wasn't certain as to what kind of being the one in front of him was at first. He eyed him as the announcer made some pointless quips about horns and large heads. He paid those words no mind. The most interesting thing to him now was his foe. Judging from the tail, the facial structure and color, and the excessively large turban this being was no human. In fact, it was nearly clear that Gelid and his opponent were of the same race. Gelid then knew that this fight was going to be exceptionally enjoyable. Win or lose, this would be a great battle. Even if he wasn't, by some strange twist, Gelid still had some feelings of excitement at the hope of a grand battle. He certainly did not expect this from the first round. "I have some questions for you after this fight. Win or lose, don't go bailing," he spoke in a rough tone, almost growling. It would be clear from this that it wasn't a request, though obviously Frostvite could refuse, especially if he defeated Gelid.

"That's for later, of course." He uttered these words with a smirk just before the announcer shouted for them to begin. The blue and white changeling wasted no time giving his foe the first move. He rushed at Frostvite with his left fist drawn back and his right hand up, palm open, in front of him. His body was turned slightly to the side as he dashed towards the opposition. His face now carried a serious expression with his eyes narrowed on his target. His open palm loosed a couple of basic energy blasts to either knock Frostvite off balance or distract him while Gelid finished closing the gap and opened the melee combat. He would start the close combat with a swift right jab followed by a left hook with his full body rotating into it for added force. If the left hook was evaded or blocked, Gelid's tail would follow through with the momentum as well and attempt to slam into his foe's ribs.

[Frosvite]

The more I see

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff470/DBlaine/backgrounds/2365627921_09d654eb69-1.jpg); border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; -moz-border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; border: 5px solid #CCCC00, bTable] Frostvite Frosvite was caught off guard at the sight of his opponent, thinking of why would a Changeling be present in this tournament and more importantly, how did they let him in. Course, the thought that he too seemed a little weird didn't cross his mind, but such was the state. Beyond somehow disturbed mind which could easily lead to his defeat, the orange alien was scared completely, shaking on the ring while standing still and definitely not from cold and possibly to the spectators' eyes. He analyzed the figure of the opponent, realizing with no doubts at all what he's facing at the moment. How devoted he is to winning this match was really unclear to him, but he knew at this point that the chances of him being victorious just dropped by quite a lot. The opposing Changeling, Gelid, told Frosvite a few things before the opening of their match, which the orange lizardman found quite scary. Very scary, in fact. "I-I'm not s-so sure if that's a, a good idea..." He said, startled only from looking at his opponent and finding himself taking a single step back with his body leaning backwards. Then the ring was heard and caught off guard, the Changeling found himself falling to the floor with his enemy rushing at him with a couple of energy blasts, to which he reacted with quite a typical reaction for him. "Aaah!!! No!!" He shouted in fear, charging up his Ki immediately and taking flight away from the blasts' range to his right. The upcoming opponent was already in range sufficient enough to catch him up, therefore the Changeling couldn't run away. The swift jab and hook made contact immediately with Frosvite's body but more or less managed to knock some sense into him (literally), letting him know there's no escaping from this battle unless he gives up. Feeling the power packed behind his enemy's attacks also helped him realize what is he facing, and in response he decided there is a possibility he can beat him. He just needs to relax. In response to the hook and thanks to the swing Gelid just made at his opponent, Frosvite made a full, quick spin and raised up his leg, giving a spinning kick packed with his momentum. Remaining on one leg but not dropping his guard, the orange and black Changeling continued to spin, coming in with a punch at his opponent, aiming to blast up to the sky right as soon as his punch gets a response. the less I know extras There we go. tags Gelid words 419

the more I'd like to let it go.

[hewhostandsalone]

What the heck was going on? Did this lizard-like being just look like he was afraid and cry out in fear? There was no way a changeling would do such a thing...was there? It didn't work out in Gelid's mind at all that something like that could happen. So he ignored it and kept up with the fight. He smirked as both punches connected. The hook even looked like it staggered him a bit. No, wait. He was continuing the rotation. Gelid's gaze shifted to one side just in time to bring up his forearm to try and block the kick. The impact was impressive and caused him to slide a few inches to one side. Pain was something Gelid had grown accustomed to thanks to his brother and father, so it didn't bother him too much. But he did take notice that the pain was there. Clearly this being in front of him was no pushover physically, though from his fearful reaction earlier it was hard to say what kind of mental or emotional resilience he had.

No sooner had he started to recover from the kick than a punch came his way as well. Not wanting to try and deflect it with the arm he'd just blocked the kick with, Gelid dove backward and slid to a halt to his foe's left side. Frostvite would have taken flight by now, so there distance between him and Gelid once again. Why does he run? The fight is confined to this arena. Leaving the arena makes it easier to get a ring out. Pfeh...I don't want to win that way.

He let these thoughts process for a moment before lifting off of the ground himself. If it was an aerial battle his opponent wanted, then that is what he'd get. He zoomed upward full speed with one knee up and practically touching his chest and one arm extended to attempt a driving uppercut. He expected the uppercut to be avoided, though, because of how he displayed it during his upward rush. His real plan was to extend the leg whose knee was currently at his chest and aim that thrusting kick at his opponent's gut. If this managed to succeed, he hoped that Frostvite would then double over from the kick. If this happened he would be prepared to finish his assault with a double axe handle smash back down towards the ground.

[Frosvite]

The more I see

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff470/DBlaine/backgrounds/2365627921_09d654eb69-1.jpg); border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; -moz-border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; border: 5px solid #CCCC00, bTable] Frostvite The chase was on, with unfortunately Frosivte being the prey. He always got himself into these kinds of situations, just because the opponent constantly was the one who desired to fight and him just wanting a peaceful lifestyle - in this particular case being an impossible option unless he gives up. The thought obviously came across his mind, but he gave it up in the false self-convincing that this fight will turn out just fine. For some reason he supposed so, but the odds of him winning with that kind of attitude and the nearly crying/laughing face are not too high to say the least. Soon the opponent approached from below. To his luck, and once again proving him to be a lot faster than the norm, the orange Changeling was not using his full speed when ascending and although he did pack some sort of effort, Gelid managed to outrace him while aiming for an aerial battle. The uppercut the opposing Changeling aimed did not make contact, with Frosvite ascending beyond his enemy's hand and beyond the leg range for the kick to the gut might have caused quite the pain. Before allowing the final attack this guy aimed make any contact, Frosvite already charged his Ki in his right hand, holding the wrist with his left and preparing to shoot. Right before doing so, he doubted for a second and stopped flying, freezing in his place and giving the enemy just about enough time to make the double axe smash on him, smashing him down. "Ack!..." He cried out in pain, being sent down and stopping before hitting the ring, dashing to the side where the outside of the ring wasn't as close - to his right (right now, when he wasn't face down it was the left). He only found ways to escape instead of chances to attack, but nevertheless he knew for sure: if he had fired that Ki attack of his Gelid was probably going to be sent out of the ring. Another missed opportunity, if the attack could make any contact at all. the less I know extras crappy | tags Gelid | words 347

the more I'd like to let it go.

[hewhostandsalone]

That was close. Too close. Something's not right about him. He's got the potential to beat me. I can see it from that energy attack and from how he evades and takes my strikes. From that last it I can assume that I hurt him, but that was a two handed strike. If he's as strong as I think is, then why isn't he attacking? Is he really afraid of me even now? Chasing him is not my idea of a good fight. Plus if I keep this up I'll run out of stamina. I don't know how long he could go for, but if his physical toughness is any indication then he'll probably outlast me if I keep this up.

A long chain of thoughts progressed through Gelid's mind while he watched his foe nearly plummet out of the ring before making a quick recovery. No more games were going to be played. Gelid slowly floated back down to the center of the ring and planted both feet on the tiles. He frowned as he turned to face Frostvite and clenched both fists. He put his right foot forward and his left back with both knees partially bent, keeping his chest towards Frostvite as he did so. He had both elbows slightly bent with his fists at waist level in front of him. It was a defensive minded stance. Whether Frostvite knew it or not, this was his opportunity to attack. Fights are not one sided. If Frostvite really did expect to compete in a fighting tournament, he should have come prepared to do so. Would he make a move?

[Frosvite]

The more I see

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff470/DBlaine/backgrounds/2365627921_09d654eb69-1.jpg); border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; -moz-border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; border: 5px solid #CCCC00, bTable] Frostvite Frosvite was really scared by now, taking the hits and trying to convince himself he can win but not really doing much about it as of now. The last hit was prevented right before the firing for some reason, the Changeling knowing exactly why but wanting to keep that to himself. At this moment, he was especially afraid of the opposing fighter now. The density and intensity of his attacks were felt head-on by the orange lizardman once again but although he was terrified, something stopped him from giving up or just throwing himself out of the ring. It was a surprise to him that he hasn't managed to pass out yet. After he gained some distance it occurred to him, Gelid stopped fighting. Instead, he took a defensive stance in the middle of the arena with hands at his waist level, right foot bought to his front and left somehow to his side. He was definitely an experienced fighter. Frosvite noticed something beyond what he was doing just then as he looked at the opponent and then smiled friendly. "Oh, I see... I'm really sorry, my bad! You were really scaring me there with those assaults... And we didn't even make a proper introductory! But, if you want to head to fights immediately I can support it. I was just a little startled to see an alien is my opponent!" Frosvite was obviously bluffing about the last part to make him sound more human, a Furry at that instead of the Changeling he really was. He scratched the back of his head slightly with that smile, though he wasn't fully prepared to assault Gelid on his own as he was obviously still shaking and small traces of tears were seen in his closed eyes. He quickly took a stance, analyzing his opponent before closing the distance. "(Let's see. His stance is good but easily flawed. Any attack coming from his right side can easily make contact and take him off balance because his center of gravity currently focuses on his left side rather the right. His tail is unmoving, which worries me a little and could throw me off-guard, but not too hard. With his small structure he could easily defend anything coming from the left or the front, but his right side is going to require a spin. If I can just tip him over this battle will end.)" Overconfidence? Perhaps. Frosvite knew what he was thinking and just as he was done, he leaped forward and right before making an attack at Gelid from the front he moved over to his right side immediately, keeping his balance center on both legs coming for a punch at Gelid's head. Expecting a block he would aim a swipe with his tail to the opponent's chest and if that was to be blocked, it's the jackpot. No way Gelid would avoid as Frosvite could just chase him to ensure a hit. the less I know extras predictable but that's all thoughts | tags Gelid | words 489

the more I'd like to let it go.

[hewhostandsalone]

Standing silently in the center of the ring, Gelid was waiting for his foe to come down and initiate a skirmish himself. Before coming down his opponent made some annoying and useless comment. He was claiming to be afraid and to have not expected facing an 'alien' in the tournament. The first claim was obvious. He had shouted in terror earlier and he was still visibly shaking now. The second...Gelid wasn't sure now. He did have some changeling features as far as physical appearance was concerned, but he was well covered by clothing. On top of that he wasn't acting like a changeling.

Gelid almost cracked a smile when Frostvite finally took a fighting stance and started coming at him. When Frostvite got close and leaped forward and then to the right, Gelid quickly realized that there was a gap between their powers. Though not a big one, it was still in Frostvite's favor. His speed was superb. That certainly explained why blocking his kick earlier still hurt. Gelid was in his defensive stance, though, and he had expected an attack to his left. As Frostvite had figured out from just a quick glance, the stance that Gelid had taken would generally leave his left side(right side from opponent's perspective) exposed partially.

There was a swift and efficient counter to opponents that engaged that side in melee, though. He spun on his heels, raising his right foot off the tiles and falling backwards. He let his left knee buckle beneath him intentionally to drop quicker. Coupled with this rotation he would effectively land on that knee and both hands. His right leg would now be poised to deliver a strong thrust kick aimed for the stomach of his foe. Though he was oblivious to the tail slam Frostvite had attempted, his dropping down to such a low center of gravity had avoided both the punch and the tail attack. At the same time he was now delivering a counter-attack of his own.

That first kick was just the beginning, though. With such low movements he expected Frostvite to leap into the air to avoid the first kick. With his back facing upward and looking over his shoulder, Gelid's tail was in position to prevent an escape of that sort. He would try to wrap his tail around one of Frostvite's legs and jerk him down to the tiled floor of the arena if he attempted an aerial escape again.

[SHARKK]

[ooc; keep it at 3 paragraphs or less please]

[Frosvite]

The more I see

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff470/DBlaine/backgrounds/2365627921_09d654eb69-1.jpg); border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; -moz-border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; border: 5px solid #CCCC00, bTable] Frostvite Unbelievable, such a rookie mistake was made. Frosvite didn't even consider the possibility of his opponent being flexible and agile enough to conduct a move that requires him to spin on his heels while falling down, spinning him to face the other Changeling with his own attack. Though, since no real avoidance was made and since Gelid was still somehow in the orange alien's range, his attacks would still make contact - the tail swipe, at least, for the duck and fall still won't save him from the delay time it would take him until his kick would make contact. That would be the case if Frosvite wasn't preparing a counter attack for the upcoming kick. As the opponent's leg came up, the cowardly fighter caught it the second he had the chance and kept a quick eye immediately on which direction is his opponent facing. "Haa!!" He shouted, spinning around and throwing his enemy away from him using one arm - his arm matching the direction of Gelid's leg (left - left/right - right) and thus resulting in a throw dragging the enemy from the back side, as if spinning backwards. His arms crossed after finishing the throw, Frosvite would immediately as he left Gelid's leg shoot out a Death Beam, aiming to make it explode upon contact with the enemy Changeling. He fired just as soon as the position was ready, if the opponent left his body or not. Either way, from the position the throw was done - the enemy's tail would not get in the way since being out of the sufficient range for an actual smack, all through the spin. the less I know extras darn | tags Gelid| words 274

the more I'd like to let it go.

[hewhostandsalone]

There was a strange level of skill in the overly cautious enemy that Gelid was currently faced with. In fact, the level of skill and ability displayed didn't seem to match the previously cowardly actions of the fighter who displayed them. Had he really been afraid of Gelid? Or was he afraid of something else? There was no time to dwell on such thoughts right now. This foe had caught his kick. He felt himself being lifted off the ground. The tail whip that hit him just before being lifted from the tiled floor had caught him off guard, too, as he had only accounted for evading the initial high punch from his foe. It was beginning to look as though the fight was turning in his opponent's favor. He frowned at this amidst the chaos of the battle.

Gelid had to react quickly or a chain of attacks could begin that he could not stop. With all the speed and strength he could muster he made three simultaneous maneuvers. He scrunched his leg up(The one Frostvite was holding) so that his whole body would move closer to his enemy while Frostvite was mid-throw. At the same time he extended his other leg towards the chest of Frostvite. Seeing as both arms were currently throwing Gelid, that would leave him with the choice of completing the throw or letting go to block this kick. That wasn't the end, though. Gelid would aim to wrap his tail around his target's waist so that even if he continued the throw it would be nearly useless.

This still left the matter of the potential explosive Death Beam. The throw wasn't guaranteed, and if Frostvite still fired the beam without the throw the explosion could potentially damage him as well. Though it WOULD hit if he did elect to fire it at such a close range.

It was official. The fighters weren't sizing each other up anymore. The 'kiddie gloves' had been taken off. It was taking everything Gelid had to keep up with Frostvite. He certainly didn't expect to fight someone of his own kind when he entered the tournament. Luckily things had kept him quite interested so far. He was enjoying the fight now that Frostvite wasn't running from him.

[Frosvite]

(OOC: Please try to pay closer attention and keep the maximum in your posts to 3 paragraphs.)

The more I see

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1237.photobucket.com/albums/ff470/DBlaine/backgrounds/2365627921_09d654eb69-1.jpg); border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; -moz-border-radius: 35px 15px 35px 15px; border: 5px solid #CCCC00, bTable] Frostvite Luckily for Frosvite, he made the action of the throw only happen with one hand, the other free for his defenses. On top of that, he kept a close watch on his enemy Gelid all the while he was making the throw, also noticing any changes done upon his opponent's body which is why easily managing to time out his leave upon the other Changeling's leg came into hand as well, just as the opposing fighter attempted to close the distance between the two. In Frosvite's plan, 'distance' was the keyword: so long as the distance between the two was far, the throw was still in-tact. So long as the distance between them was close though, it was time to proceed to actually firing his attack. And just like that, Frosvite let off of his opponent as soon as he was lifted into the air, seeing his enemy is planning to close-in on him, probably bending his leg in a way while still held by the other Changeling. Just like that, he let it out, keeping a range from him that ensures a direct hit from the Ki and no hit from physical attacks (perhaps a tail slap at the worst) and fired off his Death Beam, coming to an explode. With the little time Gelid had from being released to moving, he would first have to stop himself from the momentum before avoiding for the Death Beam was closing in on him at the very same moment he was released. In Frosvite's head, Gelid had absolute zero percent chances of avoiding a direct hit from this up close. "Death Beam!!" the less I know extras nothing special | tags Gelid | words 269

the more I'd like to let it go.

[hewhostandsalone]

Gelid's attempt at a counter had failed because he misjudged the situation. He realized this all too late as Frostvite released him into the air, albeit a bit sooner than originally intended. The throw was still successful and the attack that followed was just as successful. Just a few moments after leaving Frostvite's melee range the Death Beam crashed into his chest and blasted him further. The explosion engulfed him for a split second before he rocketed out of the cloud of smoke that the blast created, heading away from Frostvite.

Ugh.... His energy attacks are much stronger than I anticipated as well. He's been holding back before, it seems. No matter. I won't back down! Gelid's expression was clearly a frown right now. He'd already passed the edge of the ring as he continued through the air. "RRRAAAAA!!!!" With a forceful shout accompanying a burst of his energy around him he immediately halted his motion in the air. He was now floating several feet above the ground. He floated back over the tiled floor at a moderate pace, wondering why Frostvite would put distance between them like that if he had gained an upper hand in melee combat like that.

Gelid decided to ignore these thoughts yet again. He hadn't used up all of his own aces just yet. When Frostvite made his next attack, Gelid would pull out one of those aces and play it. He hoped that would be enough to turn the fight back in his favor. Currently his right arm was at less than half strength thanks to the damage that Death Beam had done to his shoulder.