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Rem(l) Vs Kular(w); Planet, Forum, Alliance
Topic Started: Aug 26 2012, 11:38 PM (97 Views)
Rem
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Back on Earth. It had been a hell of a ride the past few weeks. They'd fought insane enemies, titans of extreme power, aliens of immense strength, and dragons with dangerous, ancient secrets. All the while being surrounded by dead people. Rem had gone to the afterlife with a specific purpose; to somehow bring a friend back to life. He had come back having failed that task, but stronger, and with a greater resolve towards increasing that strength even more, avenging his dead friend, and making sure that nothing like it ever happened again.

Rem had new purpose now. Well, more along the lines of the same purpose, but with a greater sense of resolve to see it through. Not even that. He was simply refreshed. He had been through some serious fires, a few of them actually in hell, and was now ready to take on any challenge the mortal realm could throw at him. If he could live through the afterlife, after all, he could live through anything.

"Ready to rumble?" The Namekian asked his sparring partner, as usual, Kular. They had done some serious adventuring together in the afterlife. Sai had even joined them. Now THAT was a hard man to track down at times, the Saiyan. He seemed to have his own ideas about how to become stronger... And they were usually dumb ideas, but it couldn't be helped. So Kular and Rem were faced off, once more, preparing to battle it out upon the beaches of some place or another. Was a pretty day out. Just the kind of day for fighting.

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Kularian
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“Tch, always,” Kularian spoke as he didn't even bother to warm up as he entered into his fighting stance, his body's muscles tightening and loosening on their own, warming him up without having to do anything at all. “Let's see what you learned off with King Kai. I don't know if we've had a chance to strut our stuff,” he continued, before he let his power fill up his body. He pointed at the Namekian, smirking. “And if you're going to use that chicken shit flee and ki style, then you've got another thing coming,” he spoke, before he shot forward at the other.

Rem smirked as his friend approached. “Hah. Bring it on,” he responded, meeting the other head on. He'd noticed that Kular had gotten along quite a bit as far as raw strength went, which meant that avoiding a direct confrontation wasn't the most brave of maneuvers, but it was the wisest. Likewise, Rem had been quicker on his feet, so while Kular could shatter everything with his fists, he wasn't about to let any of those punches actually land on him. Granted, if anything got taken off, he could just regrow it... but that was painful and draining.

Kularian's first fist went way past Rem's guard, and the Namekian used the time to launch a barrage of energy dans right into the man's chest at close range, causing Kular to stumble backwards, his clothing burnt a bit from the conflict. But even as he moved backwards, Rem continued the assault, wanting to put as much distance as he could between himself and the other. And then, out of the resulting cloud of dust, the other shot forward, piercing through the cloud as if a man possessed, and his attacks began anew on the green warrior, trying to find a hole in his speedy guard.

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WC: 312
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Rem
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Rem dipped, spun, juked, jived, dodged, and blocked. It was a workout all on its own to keep his opponent at bay. Kularian was a machine when it came to fighting. he liked to get in there, mix it up, and keep going until the final bell rang. Or someone was down, whichever. Rem had lost more than his fair share of spars to his foe simply because he didn't have the stamina, the staying power, to stick it out for the extended times. But he had worked on it. He had worn weighted clothing, and then added more weights, and more. The sheer amount of weighted clothing he was forced to wear these days to get any sort of benefit from it was aweing. But, they had helped. His stamina and strength had increased; along with his speed whenever he took the weights off, but it was better to use it than not.

Rem rolled away, his body going limp for a moment- just long enough to roll beneath a series of punches, and then come up outside of the cloud of dust the two of them had worked up. "HRA!" Rem shouted, metal gleaming in the bright sunlight as the sabre shaped 'Rapier of Light' the Namekian had picked up in the afterlife was drawn. He reversed his hold and used mystic to swing it around, intercepting Kularians ferocious knee attack with the dull side of the blade. He was just about to try to toss Kular away when a descending fist struck him across the cheek and knocked him nearly prone. "Shit." Rem muttered, his hand spasming and jerking as he brought the weapon around in a nearly instinctual block towards the finishing attack he knew Kular would launch next.

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Kularian
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The warrior landed, his fist slamming into the flat of the Namekian's blade. “You think that piece of steel is gonna beat these fists?” Kular asked with a grin, doing a few mock punches in the air before he shot forward again, unleashing a storm of melee attacks, trying to force Rem into a corner. Normally, it was about that time when the Namekian would back off and throw some big ass ki attack at him. That, actually, was Kularian's plan to do as he continued to force the other's hand. He had been training his Kaio Ken, ever since King Kai had taught it to him, and he wasn't about to let that training go to waste.

“Maybe not, but it's better than taking shots to the face!” Rem called out as he dodged around one of the attacks, the blade lightly grazing Kular's body. The warrior still had no real style that he called his own, but he swayed out of the way, almost drunken boxer esque, away from that blade before he threw another hay maker at his ally. Rem hit the ground, falling backwards and rolled back onto his hands before using the Mystic with them, pushing off and landing a great distance away. “Take this, you punching oaf!” Rem called out, gathering ki.

That was the cue Kular was waiting for as his aura went from white to red in an instant. “Kaio Ken... times three!” he roared out and shot forward, streaking through the distance between him and Rem. The Kaio Ken attack drained the hell out of his body but when he had it going, he was a fuck ton stronger and faster than he normally was, and it was that speed that he needed to surprise attack his fellow warrior and get the jump on him. His fist slammed into Rem's chest and the Namekain flew backwards, slamming into a mountain.

“Fuck you... and your... kaio ken...” the Namekian grunted.

WC: 645

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