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| The Changeling Training [complete]; Medium Quest | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 5 2012, 06:05 PM (176 Views) | |
| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:05 PM Post #1 |
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The Changeling Training Difficulty: Medium Description: The Changelings have a secret method of training that increases their power greatly, hence why they are known as one of the most powerful races in the galaxy. After getting into a brawl in one of the bars, a Changeling by the name of Polar invites you to learn the methods. Upon arrival you find that it is a gladiatorial fest where one learns to not fear death... nor fear to take give it to others. Reward: +600 zeni, +5 DP, +20 all stats, +5 Rp Credits Bonus: +20 all stats -2 Alignment and Icy Sash - While in your inventory, +2 all stats when training on Frieza. May not be stolen. |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:09 PM Post #2 |
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When are we eating?
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"Enough. You need a break." One of Lord Frost's attendants commanded of Ayakon as the Changeling sat on bended knee, trying to catch his breath. He'd certainly pushed himself to the limit today, but he was aware it would be worth it. Still... "I can continue," He rasped, "I am not quite finished yet." He moved very slowly to stand up, wavering a bit in place. "Your claim of determination is admirable, but clearly a facade. You can barely stand. To continue for today would be a waste of my time." The attendant responded firmly, "Take the night off. Take at least a few hours to yourself, Ayakon. One cannot train night and day without rest." He snapped his fingers and one of his underlings came to him. He murmured something to him, then walked over to Ayakon as the Changeling struggled to not visibly falter. "You push yourself too far and you end up falling off a cliff. You mustn't kill yourself training now, or it will severely limit any further training you do with Lord Frost." His underling returned with a small cup and offered it to the attendant, who in turn offered it to Ayakon, "Drink this, it should help you for a short time." Ayakon did as instructed and after a few sips started to feel a bit better. Or at least a bit relieved. "What is this?" He inquired as politely as he could. He was, after all, speaking to a superior. "A strange brew of herbs that takes a bit of the pressure off for a few hours. It'll return, and in full force, but you should have a few hours to relax yourself without aching too terribly. Now be gone. Return in the morning refreshed and ready to start anew." Ayakon nodded, finishing the cup then returning it to the underling who had brought it. He gave a nod of respect to the attendant training him then turned and headed out, looking to go on the town for a bit. As the medicinal herbs began to take effect, his walk became less of a strained limp and more actually walking. He was generally unfamiliar with the area, and did not have Suiji to rely on for navigation, but eventually he found himself at a local tavern and decided to stop in for a drink. WC: 391 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:14 PM Post #3 |
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When are we eating?
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Mixing any sort of alcohol with whatever brew Frost's attendant didn't sound like the brightest idea, so Ayakon decided to relax himself with something simple, finding a corner in which to sit and watching the room. Any sort of break in training that he was afforded was a chance to do some work, as far as he was concerned. Earning money or training were pretty much consuming his life, at the moment. Little time was left for enjoyment, but Aya reasoned that there would be time for enjoyment once he'd earned himself a good rank in the PTO. A surprising thought entered his mind, but was forced back almost immediately. as he was distracted by someone bumping into him. There was no reason for it. He was near a corner, out of the way of the lavatories or anything else. Anyone who'd want to bother him would have either done it on purpose or been extremely clumsy, to the point of incompetence. Still, he wasn't in the mood for a disturbance, so he simply murmured, "Watch yourself." And figured it could be left at that. But it wasn't. The figure turned around and said, "Watch myself? Hell with you, I'll walk where ever I want." Without looking up at him, Aya amended, "Where ever you want, unless it is in my way." "Hah. And what are you going to do about it?" "Absolutely nothing." "That's what I thought." The figure turned around to walk away. Aya took another sip of his drink, finally glancing up at him. An alien, one of many races with which the Changeling himself was unfamiliar. He looked fairly weak, definitely too weak to be so damned confidant. Shifting himself to the side slightly to allow it, Ayakon's tail reached around and grabbed at the alien's leg, pulling hard as the other man tried to take a step away. The result was an alien flat on his face, and a smirk on Aya's. "Whoops. Looks like I lied." WC: 332 TWC: 723 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:17 PM Post #4 |
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"You Changeling shit!" The alien scrambled to his feet and in response, Aya slowly got up from his chair. The young fellow seemed to want a fight, and Ayakon decided that he was going to be polite enough to give it to him. The alien threw a wide haymaker which Aya was fast enough to duck under, sticking two quick jabs at the alien's gut. Nothing serious quite yet. He wasn't looking to kill, just to humiliate. The jabs connected, causing the alien to stumble back. "Are we done here?" Aya asked. Unfortunately for Ayakon, the alien wasn't quite as weak as the Changeling anticipated. He rushed to close the distance between them and scored a hard punch to Aya's jaw, following it up with a kick to his ribs. This time it was Ayakon who stumbled back, looking a little upset and surprised by the blows. Rebounding quickly, he threw a hard (seemingly frustrated) jab at the alien's face. The alien blocked it by grabbing Aya's fist mid-punch. Just as anticipated. Ayakon's mouth opened and fired a burst of ki from nearly point blank straight at the alien's chest. The alien was forced to let go of Aya's fist as he was blown back by the blast. He landed on his back and didn't get up. His clothing had been burnt off and his skin was burning, though the rise and fall of his chest showed that he was still breathing. Perhaps that will knock some sense into him. By this point a majority of the tavern was looking at them. Ayakon took up a confident stance, putting his feet together and crossing his arms, his tail swishing behind him. The Changeling glanced around with a smirk on his face, "Have I worn out my welcome?" Just as he said it, Aya began to feel the drain of the day wearing on him again. The attendant had mentioned that the effect of whatever herbs these were wouldn't last but a few hours. And it looked like his few hours were up. The smirk remained on Aya's face, but his confidence drained exponentially. WC: 353 TWC: 1076 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:24 PM Post #5 |
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"Damn right you are! Fighting ain't allowed in here." The bartender and presumably tavern owner said. Ayakon nodded and stepped over the unconscious alien, making his way outside. He was pretty sure he had a tab open in case he wanted any other drinks, and the tavern owner didn't shout at him to pay it, so... free drink. As soon as Ayakon was clear of the tavern and about a block down, he dropped the facade and limped his way back to his quarters. A good night's rest was probably a much better idea. As he arrived at his quarters, he'd found Suiji had already retired for the evening, so he made his way to his own bed. Before he collapsed on it, he decided that whatever that drink was the attendant had given him, he wouldn't be drinking it again anytime soon. The sudden return of the exhaustion felt much worse than originally having it. However, those thoughts and any others were dismissed when he hit his bed, because he'd already drifted off to sleep. He awoke the next morning to the voice of a Changeling he'd never heard before, "Your style of fighting is interesting, Ayakon of the Brumal clan." Aya jolted upright, his guard up immediately. "Who are you? How did you get in here?" "My name is Polar. I was let in by your underling at the request of Lord Frost. You've been chosen among some of the rising Changelings to undergo a special kind of training. If you're interested, that is." "... Lord Frost sent you here? I've never even seen you before. What sort of training are you talking about, anyway?" "Something similar to the gem you were given earlier. Only a little more... real." He grinned icily. His mind drifted to that... Saiyan. A respectable warrior, if a little insulting towards the end. Still, she'd taken the wind out of his sails as far as fighting was concerned."Some sort of competition, you're saying?" Ayakon frowned, "Well, no thanks. My last little scuffle did not go as well as I would have liked." WC: 349 TWC: 1425 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:29 PM Post #6 |
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Polar shook his head, "That's not true at all. You took care of that bothersome alien last night, did you not?" Aya frowned in confusion, "Hang on a moment, how did you know about--" "Besides, I think you'll reconsider. It's not quite as simple as yes or no. You see, this training is something all Changelings undergo. At least, all of them that are worth their weight in... well in anything but dung. So if you're interested in becoming a recognized warrior, this is something you simply cannot pass up." Aya contemplated this for a moment then nodded, "Very well. I'll accompany you. When is this and how long will it take?" "Tonight and just the night. You have been given permission to miss your training with Frost for the day, so that you can be well rested. You are known for pushing yourself quite far, aren't you? If you'd be so kind as to join me, we'll get going." "Of course. If you'll just give me a moment to contact Suiji and--" "No. No that won't be necessary. Your needs will be met without your little underling, so long as you are with me. Please." He motioned towards the door. There was still some doubt in him. Something about the way this Polar character wasn't ringing quite true. Still, if he had Lord Frost's permission, the chance to become stronger was something too tantalizing to resist. The grimace that had filled his features while he was contemplating disappeared after a few moments and was replaced by a look of resolution. He got to his feet and said, "Very well. I'm sure he can handle a day alone. Lead the way." Polar clapped his hands together, "That is excellent. I was worried for a moment you'd pass up this opportunity. But I know you're smarter than that." "If you're planning on talking down to me throughout this entire event, I'd like to request silence instead." Polar laughed, "Very amusing, Ayakon of the Brumal clan." WC: 334 TWC:1759 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:34 PM Post #7 |
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A good portion of the day was spent traveling, during which time Ayakon took the time to sleep and rest himself up. After all, one single night's rest was not enough to undo the damage from the last day's training. Usually he would pile it atop itself, and that had been working for him so far. But tonight was going to be something different. He wasn't entirely certain what to expect, but he was fairly certain that if it was some sort of Changeling training as Polar indicated, it wouldn't be anything easy. As the day began to give way to night, Polar nudged Aya, rousing him into consciousness, "We've arrived. And just in time too, the event begins in just a half-hour." "Event?" Ayakon looked out the window of the cruiser and frowned. This didn't look to be any sort of training ground. It looked like some sort of abandoned building. "What is this place?" Once the vehicle came to a complete stop, he stepped outside of it and walked towards the building. "The location of your training, of course." Polar placed his hand on Aya's shoulder and lead him into the building. The exterior belied the interior. Within it was a gladiatorial-style ring and rows of bleachers surrounding it. The place was already almost full, and the crowd was rowdy. "This... is a fighting ring." Ayakon said with a clear tone of disgust, "I'm not taking part in this." Polar laughed, "You don't have a choice, Ayakon. Do you honestly think we'll just let you out? You've already agreed." Aya turned around to look at the door, but found that it was now guarded by two extremely large creatures that looked to be made of pure muscle. With a grim look of defeat he turned back to Polar, who continued, "There we are. Now you understand. You will fight until you are the champion or until you lose. Oh, and in case you're wondering? The rules of the fight are only that you may not leave the ring. You can give up, but you'll be... asked to participate next time. Otherwise..." WC: 355 TWC: 2114 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:46 PM Post #8 |
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Here it comes. "All of these fights are to the death." Polar smirked. This was clearly his favorite part of the exposition. And there it is. "But don't worry! If you win, you'll be free to go if you wish. Now, make your way to the waiting area for the contestants. It's right through there." He motioned to a bench underneath the highest row of bleachers. Ayakon walked over there, looking as confident as he could, and sat down next to two other Changelings, and four aliens of indeterminate race. As usual. Far in front of the seven of them, another Changeling stood staring at the ring. Aya glanced at those seated and sat down. One of the aliens looked at him and said, "You're new huh?" "What gave me away." Aya remarked completely emotionless. He would take these fights as they came, watching potential opponents as necessary, but he wasn't going to bond with these things. Not even the other Changelings. "You're not scarred and you're not scared." The alien said, "My name's Zornak." "A proud family name, I'm sure." Another one of the Changelings nudged Zornak, "Leave him alone. New blood'll lose in his first round anyway." "Whatever." After a moment Ayakon reconsidered and decided it might be best to take advantage of this opportunity, "How many fights will I be in, tonight? Do I get to know that, at least?" Zornak smirked, "Oh so now you want to talk. Quarter-finals, semi-finals, finals, is the usual way it goes. But as you can tell, most people don't get that far. And the guy who usually wins?" He pointed to the Changeling in front of them, who seemed to take no notice that they were even there, "Well he's never been beaten. Not as long as I've been here anyway." "In how long?" "At least as long as I've been asked to do this." "And that is?" "Few years. I mostly give up." "But I thought that once someone's won, they were allowed to leave?" "Yeah, usually. This guy stays for the hell of it." "Hmpf. Well if beating him is the only way to get myself out of this mess, it looks like he's reigned long enough." One of the Changelings laughed, "Looking to dethrone on your first visit, are you? Best of luck, new meat." Ayakon ignored this and allowed his mind to drift until... "Announcing, in his very first bout tonight... Ayakon!" "Looks like you're up." WC: 410 TWC: 2524 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 06:55 PM Post #9 |
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Ayakon made his way up to the ring and took a look around it. It was little more than very shallow pit, surrounded by metal fixtures, some pointed towards the ring, others pointed upwards. There were stains of blood on most of the fixtures, indicating that more than a few impalings had occurred at some point. The Changeling didn't look worried by this, as he'd been in the process of learning the ability to fly. Or at least, knew it well enough that he could stop himself from becoming a victim of gravity. "AAAAAAND FIGHT!" Aya snapped to. In all his contemplation about his surroundings, he hadn't paid any attention to who his opponent would be. A small frown fell on his face when he saw who had been announced against him. Zornak. Of course. How unfortunate for him. "You could give up now. It would make it easier for you." "I've at least gotta try, friend. Sorry." Zornak ran at him. It was clear why he never made it very far. His speed, even to Aya, was bordering on pitiful. He attempted two wild haymakers, which Aya easily dodged. Ayakon's counter attack came as he was leaning back to dodge the swings. He shot his foot out and kicked Zornak square in the stomach, causing him to hunch over. Aya followed it up by lurching forward with a hard chop to Zornak's neck, bringing him to his knees. Aya stood over him, "I feel pity for you, alien. I am sorry, but I cannot allow you to continue to fail, tournament after tournament. Your death would be a slow, tortured one." Zornak looked up in surprise, "Wait!" Ayakon didn't. He swung his body around, tail making contact with Zornak's skull and snapping his neck before he could add anything to his plea. He crossed his arms and looked down at the dead alien as cheers exploded around him, "Farewell, Zornak. May the Otherworld treat you better." Ignoring the applause of his brief but apparently entertaining battle, he turned and walked back to the benches. To the semi-finals. WC: 348 TWC: 2872 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 07:03 PM Post #10 |
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Almost as soon as he sat down, he found himself lost in thought. Was it really mercy that had caused him to end Zornak? Or something else? He was brought back to the current by one of the Changelings, one with an off-white skin tone and green plates, patting him on the shoulder, "Ruthless, aren't you? That'll get you pretty far, a lot of people hesitate for the kill. But look at who you're facing in the semi-finals." The Off-White Changeling motioned to the ring wherein another alien had just been, there was no other way to put it, slaughtered, by a first form transformed Changeling who looked to be bulking with muscle. "They say his name's Frore. He doesn't speak for himself though. He's going to wipe you off the map for sure. If I make it up to him in the finals, I'm forfeiting the moment I set foot on the arena. It'll get me a lashing from Polar, but it's better than anything he might do to me." "Giving up means another...session of this." Aya said. He was, perhaps, opening up a little. "So I keep going. Wait for a lucky break. Someone takes him out but tires themselves out doing so, maybe I can take them out. Then I win." "That's an interesting strategy." "Yeah well, you do what you can to win. And if you can't win, do what you can to survive." "Indeed." Ayakon nodded. "Is there a break between tiers, or do I have to face him immediately after this fight?" "Nah you'll be facing him as soon as my opponent is decided. So man up, I'm gonna go study these guys' fighting styles. Maybe give myself an edge." The other Changeling went off to gather what information he could about these matches. Aya stayed where he was and closed his eyes, waiting for his name to be called again. WC: 318 TWC: 3190 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 07:15 PM Post #11 |
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Sure enough, after another roar from the crowd, Ayakon stood up and started to walk to the ring, almost as soon as his name was called. He walked into the ring with his arms crossed, ignoring whatever was going on around him. If he'd been paying the least bit of attention, he might have noticed that he had already acquired some fans. Instead, he stood on his side of the ring as the hulking Frore stomped on to his. Aya tilted his head and watched his movements. He was big, yes, but he didn't seem to be proportionately fast. This could have just been a ruse, he was quick to remind himself. He hadn't seen his last match save for a few glimpses, a few flashes of strength. No flashes of speed, though, which was a good sign. "Can our newcomer overcome the reigning champ? Let's find out! AAAAAAAND FIGHT!" Frore hurried at Ayakon almost before the word 'fight' was finished, looking to shove him backwards. It worked, the overwhelming strength caught Aya by surprise and sent him flying back, straight for one of the jutted steel spikes. He managed to concentrate and stop himself in mid-air, his ability of flight at least allowing him that. Not a moment too soon, fortunately, he felt his tail brushing against the blade. He gathered his thoughts and looked before him to see Frore running at him, trying to finish what he'd started and force Aya back. The smaller Changeling threw himself to the side, hoping that Frore's momentum would cause him to impale himself upon the spike. This proved fruitless, however, since as soon as he'd moved, Frore smashed his massive fist onto the spike and bent the steel downward, causing him to just bump into it as he slowed himself down. He roared at Ayakon and charged again. This could end very badly very quickly. Aya frowned. He'd have to rely on his superior speed to take this monster down before he had a chance to react. He shot a mouth blast at Frore's kneecap as the monstrous Changeling was running at him. The blast hit square on and caused Frore to stumble. Aya rushed forward with blurred speed and reappeared behind Frore, leaping above him and slamming his combined fists down on the other Changeling's back, forcing him to the ground. "I've to end this quickly, I'm sure you understand." He mustered all the strength he could and dropped his elbow straight onto Frore's neck, attempting to snap it. It didn't work. Frore howled in pain and threw Aya off, causing the smaller Changeling to slide forcibly across the ring. Frore stood back up, but was now favoring one leg. The one Aya had shot. He smirked, Progress. He stomped over to Ayakon as the smaller Changeling got to his feet, but only in time to take a hard haymaker straight to his temple. Aya was forced back to the ground and dazed. Frore took advantage of this and, laughing, picked Ayakon up and carried him over to another one of the jutting blades. WC: 514 TWC: 3704 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 07:22 PM Post #12 |
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The smaller Changeling opened his eyes, regaining his senses just in time to grab ahold of the spike Frore was attempting to shove him into. Frore was much stronger, and Aya's resistance was proving futile. He grimaced, the point of the spike staring him straight in the face. I can't keep this up. I'm going to die here. Closer. Closer. Aya's physical strength was no match. He closed his eyes and prepared to quit struggling. Is this really the end of Ayakon of the Brumal clan? Killed in a pointless fight with some brute of a low-class Changeling? Aya opened his mouth and fired his family's signature attack at the wall, the force of which pushed his head back away from the spike's edge, at least enough to give him room to move. He reached behind himself, grabbed Frore's arm, the one pushing him towards the spike, and yanked it forward as he dropped down. The result was Frore's forearm replacing his skull and being speared by the spike. The giant Changeling roared in pain and released Ayakon's skull. Aya dropped to the ground and slid underneath Frore. While the larger Changeling attempted to pull his arm from the spike, Aya steadied himself behind him and fired two more mouth blasts at the struggling Changeling. The first was aimed at his good leg, the second square at his back. This one had enough force to push the now off-balance Changeling into the spikes that lined the wall. Breathing heavily, he stared at what was left of the severely impaled Changeling. The crowd was silent for several moments. Very few people caught sight of what happened, and those that followed it couldn't believe what they'd seen. The sight of Frore dead was something no one could refute. Finally, cheers erupted like never before, and this time Ayakon drank it in. This was no mercy kill, nor was it part of his job. He knew that he could have possibly reasoned Frore into submitting. But he hadn't. He brought himself up to his full height, crossed his arms and enjoyed the revelry of the audience. WC: 353 TWC: 4057 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Aya | Jan 5 2012, 07:28 PM Post #13 |
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It took quite some time for the audience to quiet down, and Aya went back to the benches after that. He was pretty tired, and used the time it took to clean up what was left of Frore as well as the next semi-finals match to take a little rest. It occurred to him that the other Changeling, the Off-White one whose name he hadn't caught, would probably be his opponent in the finals. And that with the amount of energy he had expended, he wouldn't be able to put up the best of fights. "Seems like his plan wasn't such a bad one after all." He murmured to himself, eyes closed as the other fight took place. It wasn't too long until his name was called again, and he slowly rose and walked into the arena, to an ever-increasing amount of applause. He tried his best to look confident as the other Changeling entered the ring. He sized him up and realized he knew absolutely nothing about the way he fought. This was going to be a real challenge. "AAAAAAND FIGHT!" "I forfeit." "Pardon?" "I can't defeat you. Even if I were to beat you, it wouldn't be defeating you. You deserve this championship." Ayakon frowned but nodded as the other Changeling left the ring. "Well I guess someone knows when they can't win! Ayakon is our champion for the evening!" Polar, who had been the announcer for the evening, entered the ring and walked over to Ayakon, grabbing his arm to hold it in the air. "And you just know this kind of champion can't leave after just one tournament! I'm sure he'll be back next time, won't you Ayakon?" Ayakon looked at Polar. He was aware that this didn't sound like an offer, it was a demand. At this point, Aya put everything together and it made sense. He spun as quickly as he could and grabbed Polar's neck, sliding a foot behind his and yanking it back, forcing the other Changeling to the ground. He held Polar down by holding his forearm to his neck. As he did, several of the bouncers entered the ring and surrounded Aya. "They'll kill you if you kill me." "But you'll still be dead." It was very rare that Ayakon got truly angry, unlike the rest of his race, but Polar had earned his full wrath, "You saw my scuffle with the alien last night and decided I might be good for your little fighting game. You've nothing to do with Lord Frost and you've cost me actual training. You are the lowest of low, and do not deserve to be called a Changeling. You've seen how strong I am, and you know I am only going to get stronger. Not only are you going to let me go tonight, but you're never going to bother me again. Do you understand me?" Polar struggled to speak, as Aya was applying extra pressure on his throat. Finally, he rasped out, "... Yes." "Good boy." Ayakon released his hold and moved to stand up but looked Polar over. The Changeling was absolutely terrified now. After having seen what Aya did to Frore, why wouldn't he be? Still, Polar had a rather nice looking belt on him. Aya smirked, "I'll be taking my prize now." He swiped it off the other Changeling and turned to go. No one attempted to follow him. WC: 568 TWC: 4625/3700 |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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