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Tehran'he(w) Versus Frieza: Onoez; Forum Gem Spar
Topic Started: Nov 1 2010, 11:40 PM (243 Views)
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“NEXT!” The voice boomed out, droning and annoying. It called out as it always did, for the next person in the endless line, forcing the thousands of dead to take one step forward. The changeling let out an audible sigh, and looked at the people immediately near her.

The one in front of her, an Arlian named Japosh, which had made her feel quite awkward considering he remembered her, and the one behind her, Jina, a Human who’d been killed through gang violence, had been talking to her for the past few days. She’d been waiting in the line for quite a while, and had been quite shocked to learn that Death hadn’t been the end.

It was almost insulting, after doing such a dramatic act at the end of her sanity to try and force the Ashen Alien to see sanity by forcing herself into the Spirit Bomb, killing herself, but also, hopefully, proving that not all villains are evil, and past sins do not define us as much as our present actions. She nodded to Japosh, but turned to Jina and held out her hand.

Reluctantly, the Human handed over a small, rainbow colored Gem. The changeling had been passing it around between the other two because they knew nothing about the other realm, and after she’d used it, they insisted on seeing it, thinking it was a gateway back to the Other Dimension. She’d proved them wrong, but still, they enjoyed going to the astral realm.

But these latest insults of it still not yet being her turn for judgment – or anywhere near it for that matter – caused her to take the Gem. She wasn’t angry, per say, but terribly bored and looking for something to do to pass the time. Quickly, she entered the realm, and looked around. The image shook her.

It was the place of her death, complete as the scene was immediately afterwards. The Arena was demolished, and bodies lay strewn across the area. The scent of terrible blood rose up around her, congealing and turning sour. The metallic smell filled her nostrils and made her wrinkle her nose. She cleaned up the bodies and blood with a bit of mental thought and sagged a bit.

It was still exhaustive to do that, after leaving Kanassa early, but it was something. She kept the Arena demolished, however, just as a reminder. And with that, she sat down and awaited her new opponent. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be someone she knew; she wanted to meet new faces – a new beginning of sorts.

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Holding aloft the strange, amber colored gem that had been given to him by Lord Frost, Frieza stared at it in bewilderment. For several days the plain looking stone had sat on his headboard, but now it was glowing, casting long shadows as the only light in the dim room.

“What in the world is this?” he wondered out loud, bringing the gem closer to his face to get a better look at it. As he did so, the gem seemed to dim, and without warning the light it was putting out disappeared all together. All was still for a few moments.

Shaking his head, Frieza began to toss the stone away. “That wasn’t weird or anything,” he muttered, suddenly stopping as the gem began to vibrate. “Okay, what the he-“ Without warning Frieza felt like he were falling through the darkness, cutting him off mid-sentence.

What is going on? This is crazy!

Just as quickly as it began, the feeling disappeared, and Frieza could tell he was standing on solid, although rocky, ground. “What now?!” he yelled out loud, his frustration growing. Realizing he was standing in some strange place, he looked around.

Surrounding him was a very large, very destroyed arena of sorts. It seemed some kind of epic battle had taken place here, judging by the burn marks and blood all over the place. Also, the sky was an odd orange/pinkish hue.

Turning a full three-sixty degree circle to get a good look around, Frieza’s eyes came to rest of a young-looking female changeling sitting a short distance away. “Greetings,” he said with a smirk.

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The changeling spun on her heel at the arrogant voice, mocking her. “Greetings,” he said, smirk plastered on his face. Did he know she had died? Of course he did, she answered herself. There was a damn obvious halo on her head that said so.

“Hello,” she said, voice almost shaking, though whether from rage, hurt, or confusion, or possibly a combination of any of these, it was impossible to detect. “It seems we meet again, doesn’t it?” The changeling slowly powered up, not letting her eyes leave that of the Changeling Prince. A pulsing golden light emitted from her body, warm to the touch, but not hot.

She began to hover ever so slightly off the ground, before racing forward, not putting too much emphasis into her speed and going about her normal amount, throwing a punch to his jaw. She wanted to act nonchalant about this meeting, though it was anything but. The moment she felt that Frieza let his guard down, she would tear him limb from limb.

The changeling backed up a bit, before firing a small beam of energy from her finger at the changeling’s chest and stopped.

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Taken aback by the changeling’s comment, Frieza let his guard down just momentarily; a lapse that proved nearly fatal. Apparently seeing the small window of opportunity, the female jabbed out his finger and sent a tiny, nearly invisible, beam towards his chest.

At energy attack slammed into him like a horde of elephants, continuing to pick him up, the momentum of the attack more than enough to carry him for several hundred yard, only a foot or two over the ground.

Coming to a hard crunch of a stop on what should have been relatively soft grass, Frieza screeched in pain.

What was that? I didn’t even see it coming!

Furious for being sneak attacked like so, the changeling royal tried to get to his feet, reached back and pushing up with his arms in the process. The small amount of tension that this act created in his chest made him scream, and when he looked down he saw a considerably large purple area… gigantic bruise that covered nearly his entire chest.

Albeit more slowly and carefully this time, the changeling got up to his feet with just a few slight mishaps, but managed not to scream any more.

It only took Frieza opening his mouth and exhaling to realize he couldn’t talk… at all. Getting even more angry, the changeling took a deep (and painful) gulp of air, and then launched himself at his opponent, kicking and punching in all directions in the general area of the girl.

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The changeling watched in fascination as the changeling flew back dramatically from her small beam, shooting back nearly a quarter mile. Stunned, she saw him get up slowly, wincing at what appeared to be a splotch of purple paint across his body. He then flew towards her violently, throwing punch after punch towards her.

Tehran’he simply took a step backward and easily evaded all of them. In shock, she reached forward and threw a weak punch at his face, before leaping back. It had to be a trap, but it all seemed so real. Even she hadn’t been able to fake damage so well when attempting to look weak. There was a lot she could do, but fake a bruise on her chest, which she now saw it to be, was just not one of her skills.

“Frieza…” she began slowly, hesitantly, “What happened to you? You’re… a weakling.” The words sounded foreign, but unless he was doing the best bluff in the world, his power had dropped dramatically, as his stamina, and even speed. “Did something-?” she cut herself off, and looked away.

“Never mind.” She didn’t want to embarrass him further, despite the fact of how he’d left her to die on more than one occasion, and had even stolen property from her. She’d get it back. The Kraken was hers by right, and whatever Gods she swore by, she would have it returned to her. She had to.

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Weakling?

What did she mean weakling? The way the changeling said it… almost as if she had met him before, and at that time he had been stronger than he was now. She even knew his name. Stunned, and leaving a momentary lapse that allowed his opponent to land what looked like a light, but felt like a hard, punch to his face, flipping him backwards.

This time he managed to catch himself, landing on one knee with his head hung low. “I don’t know what kind of a monster you think you are… but you are nothing compared to the Changeling Prince!” yelled Frieza, surging to his feet and sprinting towards his opponent.

As he zigzagged across the short gap to his foe, Frieza threw two sets of purple ki blasts, flinging them forward like some kind of supercharged baseball. Just as he got within punching distance of the female changeling, he brought his feet together and squatted, building tension in his legs, before jumping upwards, firing himself over his opponent.

Performing a neat flip to land behind Tehran’he with his back to her, Frieza held his hands straight forward, twisting his torso to aim at the changeling. A small purple orb appeared in either palm, quickly growing to ten times the size. “Hah!” screamed the prince, firing the twin beams of destruction, which, with some effort, he brought together into one much larger attack.

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He flew backwards from the punch, but this time managed to realize that rolling would be bad and managed to catch himself a few yards out. “I don’t know what kind of a monster you think you are… but you are nothing compared to the Changeling Prince!” As he raced forward, strafing left and right to make himself a harder target to hit, he threw two small balls of energy towards the changeling, who merely grabbed one of them in the palm of her hand and used it to deflect the other away.

They exploded against her palm, but it was worth it to show off like that against him. He got close enough that she thought he was going for a full on frontal assault, but then leaped in the air and landed behind her. She turned casually to see he had twisted his upper chest to face her and was firing two beams that he forced to angle together and become one massive beam headed directly for her heart. She flicked her palm up and let it fly directly upward.

“I’m not sure what happened to you,” she said, “But this is pathetic. Here, let me help you out.” Suddenly, she split herself into three people, each looking exactly like her and each only 1/3 of the power of the original. The other two faded out of the sparring realm, and the middle one remained. “This should be a bit more of a challenge,” she murmured, smirking.

Running forward, she threw two quick punches towards the curve in his back where he twisted, hoping to throw him off balance and slam him to the ground quickly. She didn’t bother check to see how much damage it did, however; instead, she just continued the onslaught – not at any particular speed or ferocity, but simply kept it going relentlessly, to see how he’d handle a battle that could last longer than five seconds, since this clearly wasn’t Frieza, however much he looked and acted like the Prince.

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Stunned by the failure of even his strongest attacks, Frieza fell into a dumb silence in which he became lost in his own thought process. What kind of a beast was he dealing with? Who could possess such strength as this… to be able to simply dissipate even his best attempts with a wave of her hand? Surely no physical being was this powerful.

Can even Lord Frost compare to this creature’s raw strength, or would he too find his strongest attacks waved off as if it were simply a shift in the air, or a pebble being thrown?

Hearing Tehran’he speech brought the Prince back to reality… or at least the partial reality that made up this “sparring realm”. Gasping as his opponent split into three identical forms, he suddenly felt fear growing in the back of his mind, an unbearable, yet passive, sense to run; to kick his feet as fast as possible, and never look back.

As much as he wanted to give into the apparently instinctive urge, he fought it, standing his ground even in the eyes of his destruction. For a moment it seemed he made the right decision as two of his opponent’s split forms disappeared, leaving only one of the three. He couldn’t be certain, but this one felt less powerful. Even in the changeling’s powered down state, Frieza had been able to feel the density of her aura, and the waves of energy that just poured off of her, now it was not so.

Before he knew what was happening, though, the weakened changeling was upon him, hitting him twice in the curve of his back he had created when he twisted around to attempt and fail an attack on her. The changeling was forced to fall forward, taking several hard steps to keep his balance, and even then he fell to one knee.

Hardly had he jumped back to his feet and turned around, taking due note of the fresh pain in his lower back, before she was throwing more punches, which he was forced to use every bit of speed and knowledge of hand-to-hand combat he possessed to keep from getting pummeled by the overwhelming changeling.

Finally sensing a lull in the onslaught, Frieza decided to try and turn things in his favor, putting ever bit of driving force he could muster into one palm-punch to the solar plexus. If he could just knock the wind from his opponent, he would have a chance to get in some more decent hits.

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The changeling fell for every one of her tricks and was soon simply struggling to keep up with her attacks; after a while, she grew lazy – after all, all she was doing was seeing how long he could take this incredible unending slew of punches – and a fist came up and under her guard, aimed for her neck.

Quickly, all her speed was unleashed as she twisted her body around to dodge the most of the attack. But his fist did make contact with her shoulder and turned her a bit off balance. She leaped back a quick step to catch her balance, and paused. “Impressive,” she murmured. “You actually made contact. You’re learning.”

She waited a moment to let him get closer, for surely he was going to follow up, before jumping into the air and throwing a simple blast down at the ground between them, using the momentum from it to get a couple feet higher in the air and just hovered there. Looking down on the changeling, she charged a small beam between her fingers and waited, patiently watching for the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, she aimed it perfectly on his head and fired down at it, curving her finger ever so slightly before letting it fire so that it would have a bit of a whiplash rather than a straight up beam to the head. She flew down after the beam, landing on the icy snow and stood there quietly, waiting for his reaction. He had endurance: did he have the same kind of sturdiness so odd to someone of his weak power?

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Noticing his failure to land his attack exactly where he planned, Frieza was a bit put off, quickly figuring the changeling still had him far outclassed. Still, the feeling of making contact spurred him on to follow up his somewhat successful counter attack. In his excitement he swung around hard with a right hook, executing sloppily and incredibly slowly.

To no surprise, by the time his fist made it all the way around, Tehran’e had disappeared. Almost instinctively, he whirled around behind him, but seeing nothing he tensed up, preparing to make a dive in any direction if the situation called for it.

As he stood there with his knees bent and arms raised, looking around nervously, it dawned on him where his opponent was. Although probably more quickly than it felt like, he brought his chin up to look at the sky, and surely enough, there was the changeling, although only for a moment.

In the blink of an eye she returned to the ground before him, leaving, in her wake, a narrow, nearly invisible, beam of energy speeding towards him. What the?! Diving to the right non-to-gracefully, he managed to avoid a head-on collision with the attack, but apparently expecting such a thing, his opponent had put a whip like motion on the attack, causing it to slam against his back, leaving a long searing hot line from his shoulders to his lower back.

Beaten and battered, Frieza could hardly find the strength to stand as he tried in vain to act like he was still ready for battle. Who am I kidding? Sighing, which he immediately found out also sent fresh waves of pain through his body, Frieza resigned defeat. “You’re… not normal,” he said with contempt, grabbed at the gem around his neck and ripping it off.

WC: 301
TWC: 1000+

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