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| [l]freiza Versus [w]cooler; Planet Forum Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 30 2010, 05:03 PM (331 Views) | |
| dallasmo | Oct 30 2010, 05:03 PM Post #1 |
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The day had brought about a nice cold wind, sweeping up the snowdrift and carrying it along the length of vision which was seen by the window. Two eyes that shined of death peered through the small clear circle, the only scenic place in his small room that served as his quarters. For now. Taking his eyes away from the out side, Cooler turned and walked out of his dorm, then down the hall as usual, to Lord Frost's throne room where he would do the daily assignment. At least, that was his original plan before some one caught his eye in particular. A familiar body, the same height as himself, with alike black horns stabbing out of his head. But this was no Ginyu, as that alien had left the planet days ago in search of something new. This being was no back water bred species at all, he was royalty to this planet. A changling. And not just any changling, this one was his own brother! "Ah Freiza, so nice to see your finally out and about." Cooler said condescendingly, smiling at the family member. Freiza was the younger of the two and was well known for his short temper and explosive anger. The opposite of cooler in every way, quite well shown in his approach to people. The elder brother prince flicked his long tail behind him, and brushed his nails against his Shouldered saiyan armor, then inspected them as if the chest plate had worked as a nail file. "No reason for me to calculate your power level is there?" He asked with a child like innocence, harshly starting to ridicule his own blood. "Your no doubt just as weak as you were a year ago. What do you say we start getting you some scars on that pretty little face?" He grinned, those same cold eyes scanning his youthful sibiling, the right eye sheilded by a scouter screen in which he was refferring to 'Calculating Power'. 322/322 |
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| Android 13 | Oct 30 2010, 06:30 PM Post #2 |
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Who am I…? Walking slowly, but purposefully along the corridor leading towards Lord Frost’s throne room, Frieza took the free time to ponder again his past. It had been three days since the incident; three days since meeting Morano, who’s explanation of it all had seemed good at first, but now sounded hazy; three days since meeting Lord Frost… and still he was clueless. “Ah Frieza, so nice to see your finally out and about,” called a melancholy voice from up ahead. Just by the tone, Frieza could sense that the speaker was oozing confidence. Looking up to figure out just who that cocky jerk might be, Frieza saw another changeling, very much like himself in appearance, standing at a jaunty angle, blocking his path. Who is this buffoon? Standing his ground, Frieza listened to the changeling’s big words while thinking to himself how easily he’d wipe the floor with the fool. “I think you’ll find my Powerlevel more formidable than you expect, but since you seem so sure of yourself, how about you give me a try?” In a very mechanical way, Frieza bent his knees and raised his fists in an inexperienced, but passive, fighting stance. It was all he knew to do at the moment; his training, as far as he knew, had only just begun. WC: 219 |
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| dallasmo | Oct 31 2010, 09:48 PM Post #3 |
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Cooler crossed his arms against his chest plate, his armor working as a slight pillow for the white fleshed wrists. His head tilted to one side, as his brother immediately entered a battle eager position. "You always were hasty, Brother." he replied as he entered his own stance, alike to Freiza's. It had been some time since the two had seen each other, let alone battled. His veins twitched on the forehead of his scalp, eyes glimmering with excitement. The hall way was no appropriate place to battle, but he wasn't going to turn down an offer. The changling prince waited for his brother to make the first strike, as usual, taking the defensive. |
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| Android 13 | Nov 1 2010, 09:03 PM Post #4 |
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Brother? Stunned by the word, Frieza dropped his guard. Was that just a trick to throw him off, or could this really be his brother? It did explain how the changeling would know him so well, but it could just as easily be a lie. Decidedly playing along with the comment until he could validate the claim personally, Frieza returned to his guard. Obviously the battle was still on either way. Grinning as he realized Cooler was offering him the first move, Frieza launched at quick assault at his "brother's" torso, throwing a few rapid punches followed by a strong knee to the gut. WC: 104 TWC: 323 |
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| dallasmo | Nov 2 2010, 04:24 PM Post #5 |
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Freiza momentarily dropped his guard when Cooler spoke, perhaps he had said some thing that Freiza was thrown off by. But the changling did not pay much attention to it. Just continued to wait for the attack to come his way, and moments later the younger brother returned to a battle ready stance. Once his brother moved forward, through the narrow corridor that was their battle ground, Cooler immediately changed facial expressions from a laid back one, to a focused and fierce glare that would shatter the air around his features. By the time Freiza reached him, a plan to defend had already been conjured. The first few punches were blocked by meeting palms with the knuckles of the younger, and elder smirking as the exchanges were done. But he had been assuming a few more throws of the arm before the leg came in, so the knee was able to catch him in the stomach, barely taking his breathe. Shifting his body from the force of the knee he turned to a slight degree and whiped his fifth appendage around. The tail would whip freiza in the right side of the skull, and throw him back from where he had landed the knee. |
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| Android 13 | Nov 11 2010, 10:36 AM Post #6 |
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Frieza grinned as his attempt to catch his opponent off-guard with the sudden change from jabs to a knee worked, but the grin quickly evaporated as he saw how relatively unaffected Cooler was. Before the changeling even had time to contemplate his next move, something stuck him across the side of the head, throwing him into a backwards flip where he landed a short distance away, leaning heavily on one knee. How could I forget his damned tail?! Cursing himself mentally, Frieza stood up straight again, the throbbing in his head all to obvious as he did so. Still, doing his best to maintain the appearance that he was fine, Frieza crossed his arms. “Is that the best you can do, fool? Such big talk for one so weak,” he taunted, trying to buy himself time to regain his bearings, a few moments at the most. Just as his head was beginning to clear itself a little, a heavy hand on his shoulder caused Frieza to go rigid. “What is there here? A spar? Without my approval? You should know better Frieza,” the deep, commanding voice belonging to the hand on his shoulder said. Slowly Frieza turned to see Lord Frost standing there, the emotions on his face unreadable. “I… I’m sorry master,” Frieza said with a slight bow, taking a small step back from the immense patriarch. Narrowing his eyes at his pupil, Frost seemed to be considering what to do next. After a few moments of silence he replied. “Since you two seem so eager to get at each other’s throats, how about an official battle in the arena? It should do you some good, Frieza,” he said with a smirk, turning to walk away and making it apparent that this was not a suggestion, but an order. Frieza sighed, but followed his master without even a glance at Cooler. He’d get another chance… soon. Word Count: 317 Total Word Count: 640 --- Cooler wins. |
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