Mysterious Fighter vs Frostvite

[Nail]

Yet another fight that was the Mysterious Fighter was in. Maybe this one was better then the last. Hopefully, he would get the answers he wanted from this one also. Nonetheless, he had to find someone that could him learn what he needs. The register had said that the next person he was fighting was named Frostvite, what kind of fighter could he be? Well, he could only find out once he got out from the waiting area and stepped onto the ring.

Walking out of the fighters waiting area, he would look out through through the eye slits in his clothing. He never expected to stay in this long nor keep up this appearance the way he had to, but he had to get the answers that he so desired.

[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 Unlike the rest of the fighters behind the scene, Frosvite used his time to study carefully whatever fighters are participating in this weird tournament that just got a lot weirder and sad in his battle with Vanto. After watching the fights this guy had with the ferocious and infamous Tien and after that the Saiyan brute Nappa which he himself had struggled against once, the alien had to check up on the mysterious fighter, because so far not even his face is known. Hopefully he could at least get him to fight honestly by revealing his own, evil-looking form, but that would only come at a state of utter desperation. But something was not right. "Huh? Hold on, that's impossible." Was that true? The Mysterious Fighter's Power Level stood at no higher than only 2,500. Such a perfect, rounded number could be coincidental, but still, it's really odd to think someone of that level faced the enraged Saiyan and the incredible three-eyed master. Was the scouter malfunctioning? Leaving the scouter out, Frosvite took off his robe to reveal his giant turban once again, throwing the scouter back to the waiting room and entering a stance. Something was definitely wrong about this fighter, and the orange Changeling was not going to walk away without understanding, or at least discovering, exactly what. the less I know BLANK

the more I'd like to let it go.

[Genkishi]

The time had finally come and the Semi-Finals were about to get underway. The crowd was in an insane uproar as he made his way to the center of the ring. The usual grin appeared on his face as the microphone came up and his right hand went into the air. "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND STICKING AROUND FOR EACH MATCH!"

He simply paused for a moment and waited for the crowds roars to die off a bit more. "Now then! Today we have an exciting match for you here at the 24th Tenkaichi Budokai ! In the second round of the Semi-Finals we have on the card the surprising, amazing, mysterious Mysterious Fighter! His opponent, the coward with no fashion sense and huge head, Frosvite!"

With that the announcer moved out of the ring and over to his seat. His grin was rather large at this point as they were now only two fights away from the Finals. After waiting a few more moments for dramatic effect the announcer rang the bell and set the battle on it's course. "BEGIN!!!"

[Nail]

The covered fighter turned his attention as another man covered in clothes entered the arena. Eying him, he would notice that it was hard to tell exactly who or what he was. He looked like one of the inhabitants of the planet, though only humans had joined this fight that were from here. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary but something did feel off about it. Still, he could sense no evil or malice from the individual, so maybe he was just mistaking it.

He listened as the announcer rung the bell for the match to begin. A gentle wind blew across the them as a few seconds went by without movement from himself. He knew he had to test this person. They may have the questions he needed for his search, and give him hope that this planet had a chance.

Tilting his head to the head slightly as he would soon disappear in an after image. Appearing behind the his opponent, letting all of his power spike as he held his fist up and punched the arena behind Frostvite, creating a giant hole in its floor.

[Frosvite]

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[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 In an immediate action, the fighter in-front disappeared into a half-transparent afterimage which Frosvite right away managed to notice. What he couldn't see coming was the blast that came from behind him, as the mysterious fighter punched the ground powerfully showing his intense physical force to the crowd once again, and to the Changeling head-on. In response to the flying rocks and to the fear that struck him only a second before the bursting barrage of stones, the orange lizardman was sent flying right away, skidding a little on the floor before shouting in cowardliness and shooting himself the the skies, tears falling like waterfalls from his eyes. "Kyaaaah!!" Thoughts about any kind of strategy that would not just allow him to win, but perhaps pass away the round and find his own life more important, thus escaping. Countless plans were formed in that instant, the high majority blocked by simulations of the mysterious fighter blocking Frosvite's path and punching through him or smacking him back to the arena. He blasted to the skies, the higher parts to think up of a plan. the less I know BLANK

the more I'd like to let it go.

[Nail]

The fighter watched as his opponent would fly away. Was he planning something amazing? He was very curious to see what it could be. Standing up straight over the crater he had created now, the rubble falling back down. Then he noticed that his opponent just kept flying higher and higher and higher. He was now beginning to think he was just running. Why would such a person run from a fight when they signed up for doing these things in the first place.

He let off an inward tsk as he didn't understand these people from this planet. Projecting his thoughts into the other head while staying on the arena floor, he would say into his head. "Is all you plan on doing is running all your life? Why not be honorable and stand and fight what what you have placed yourself in?"

[Frosvite]

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[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 Flying higher ever higher, Frosvite kept on going with his immense speed until the oxygen in the air cleared a little, giving him an environment to his liking so he could think. By the time he got there, a voice projected in his mind, the voice of that Mysterious Fighter guy most likely. This would be the only voice that could speak to him in the same manner that one did, and out of respect he would have to answer him. But thinking about answering due to his fear would be a bad idea. The Changeling came up with a plan. "I-I'm sorry... It's, it's stress and fear. You seemed so strong, so much stronger than anybody you've fought with up to now... I guess I'm too afraid to get hurt too badly or die." He projected back. An idea popped in his head, but it was going to be risky. Very risky. "If... If I come back down, will I die?" the less I know BLANK

the more I'd like to let it go.

[Nail]

A grin would play across the fighter's lip under his mask as he watched his opponent stop eventually. He was pretty far up there. far enough up that the fighter didn't see any point in going after him, that would put him at a great advantage. So he would have to coax him back down to be able to test his worth.

Glad to hear that his opponent had responded back to his telepathic message. Though, a little disappointed to find out of his worries. It wasn't right to be a fighter and be stressed out about fighting. This was becoming a little disappointing because he didn't think this fighter would be able to stand up to someone like Frieza when the time came for it. "I am not here to kill. I am only searching for answers."

[Frosvite]

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[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 Mysterious Fighters was correct, after all these were his own intentions. But he did have a point that Frosvite probably has forgotten in the intense stress he went through in his battles, one by one defeating fighters but not getting such a quick escape from life-threatening situations as well. He was afraid to die because the fighters he has fought against went a little too far so it looks like, but in truth he was only supposed to fight until the opponent is either laying or sitting for ten seconds, knocked out of the ring or gives up. Hopefully with his full power striking all at once, he can make this person succumb to his own power. After all, that was a simple scare with great use of speed and power display all at once. "Please excuse me! If answers are all you search for, then I guess I could help you somehow..." He then said in a much more cheerful and assured voice than before. He trusted this person immediately after getting the note he's not to kill and not even to fight, just seeking out answers. In response, Frosvite bolted down back to the ring, smiling as he did so and allowed his aura to crash upon the land, in a flashy bang landing and creating a small crater of his won in response, standing straight and prepared to fight. He was desperate, sure, but he was not about to show anybody about that. To this Mysterious Fighter person who has never even met the Changeling before in his life, the next move would be his regular way of fending off battles. the less I know BLANK

the more I'd like to let it go.

[Nail]

The Fighter watched as he was able to bring his opponent back down from the skies above. This was a good thing, he didn't want anyone to be scared of him unless he wanted them to. He gauged his opponent a little more, curious as to what his intentions were. Though, he knew they were good from what he could sense in his heart.

He nodded at the man as he laid back on the arena floor. We must continue the fight as to not draw questions from Frieza and his men. I won't go to hard on you. With that, he charged towards his opponent. Aiming an average strength punch for the gut of his opponent. So, please tell me. Do you know of any Namekians that are not under Frieza's control or enslaved.

[Frosvite]

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[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 "Ah, thank you! And, ummm... I don't know any personally, but I'm definite there are some. Namekians around Earth these days are not supposed to be hard to find." The Changeling said, awaiting an attack from the opposing fighter in response to the message he just received in his head. It looks like he did quite the favor for the man, but the person himself was quite concerned about this Mysterious Fighter's relation to Frieza. From the looks of things and from how he spoke like that, it was safe to assume that the guy was most likely aiming to go against the evil tyrant's ruling and create some sort of uprising to ensure that. But did he really know how powerful Frosvte's cousin really was? In response to the upcoming punch, Frosvite quickly charged his energy as fast as he could, and in less time than he would usually need he took a stance and aimed his hand at the fighter, coming at him with a punch. The plan: using the opponent's hand as a boost, a step of some sort to get some distance and fire directly at the man's face. And so he did: altering his position to match a stance where his hands were occupied with some sort of 'load' directed to the floor, the Changeling boosted himself with a slam with his tail, letting his legs land on the man's hand and pushing himself away. He then fired. "Haa!!" the less I know BLANK

the more I'd like to let it go.

[Nail]

It seemed that Frostvite was quick on his feet and to developing tactics. Watching as his opponent pushed off of his punch and used it to dart himself backwards. The answer to his words had upset him, but if he knew about such things, then maybe he was someone to keep an eye on. He took a note of who he was, power level, and what his heart felt. It wouldn't be hard to locate him later, no matter what he is wearing.

The ki blast would hit his face, and leave it smoking slightly. A couple of tears were made from it, showing bits of green here and there. Not a completely smart move to someone who was being so casual about this fight. Well, he had answered his questions and showed him what he needed to know about him. Placing his right arm out in front of him, he released manipulated the air to send a non energy blast of air towards his opponent to knock him out of the ring. It was a shockwave in a sense, with his full power in it.

He took his mask off, to help clear away the smoke coming from it. Revealing to everyone that he was a Namekian. No one would obviously know his name, but he would still be known as the Mysterious Fighter to them. He took a quick glance at the box that Frieza sat in. It really wouldn't be smart to attack him now.

[Reiji]

MYSTERIOUS FIGHTER WINS.
AND HE IS A MYSTERIOUS NAMEKIAN.
'NUFF SAID. B|