Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 16, 2024 17:01:38 GMT -5
The air was cool - well frigid in fact - but that didn't seem to deter the former Arlian Champion. The giant insectoid strode into the arena that had been prepared not long ago, as he was there to spar with other Grunts. Something about keeping up appearances, or so he'd been told. Nelgae wore no armor over his ant-like body, and to many, his grey could barely stand out at long distance. This arena was not held inside, but outside to simulate worse conditions, or so he'd been told. The Arlian ancestor didn't care much, he had adapted to this environment long ago.
He stood across from the one that he would spar, a Changeling, in his mind. The only difference was the color, or so he thought. The Ant could hardly tell at this point what colors the race came in. Usually he saw white with shiny heads and shoulders. He had once started to think he knew more about the race. Still, he was interested to see what this one would do. The ant unfolded his arms, and held them in a rather open maner, as his shorter arms also unfurled as he kept his power in check. It was a respectable one hundred thousand to any Scouter nearby.
He spoke, the sound utterly strange to ears unfamiliar with his unique brand of tone and sounds, as the chittering of his mouth accompanied his voice, "I am known as Nelgae." It was hardly customary for them to give names in the PTO, but he still liked to give off the air of confidence. After all, he had been the Champion for a century, if not longer. He had been out of the ring for more than twenty years, and that likely meant that his legendary run had gone quiet. So he would relish in the fight once more as the predator of the arena returned to his home turf, crimson eyes glowed in excitement for the thrill of combat.
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Lord Siberius
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Post by Lord Siberius on Feb 17, 2024 9:46:36 GMT -5
With his newly acquired medal to officially give him the rank of Grunt, Siberius was expected to continually train in the arena with sparring partners to increase his battle prowess and understanding of what he was capable of. His species was famously powerful at birth, and equally lazy as they were entitled. Because of this he had never explored his potential in battle or any other type of situation where he would have to do more than talk. Thats what he was; a talker. A diplomat. A tongue waggling changeling who often solved wars over a few glasses of wine and conversation rather than fists and decimation. But his eldest brother had called the banners home and with that expectation he was once again in this snow dusted arena with a foe he had never met. Well, never met officially. He had primarily been a dignitary to Arlia during his time of being a peace keeper, and because of that he had seen this persons face for the last few years as a type of poster child for what an Arlian citizen could become. Although he would never admit it, Siberius was a huge fan of Nelgae and had several posters of the gladiator champion in his newly appointed apartment within the capital. But professionalism and status required a certain level of manners that prevented the young changeling Lord from asking for an autograph at this moment. Siberius smiled and gave a gentle bow with his right arm over his chest. "I am Siberius, of the Frost clan." he said, but not in the common tongue that most of the universe used as back and forth. While Nelgae had used the galactic common, Siberius had given his greeting in the rarely known clicks and ticks of Nelgae's ancestral language. Having been the diplomat to their planet, the Changeling Lord had become fluent in it long before he had been station there. Siberius was a warrior of the mind more than the fist, and he wanted to bring that grace to his new position within the military. "I am honored to fight against the former champion of his people.". After that he cut the small talk and shifted into his fighting stance and waited a few moments for the Arlian to prepare themselves. Another gentle wind lifted the snow around them... And like a gun going off to start a race, Siberius dashed forward throwing an overhead punch towards the champion! 410 |
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Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 17, 2024 19:39:42 GMT -5
Unexpected, this Changeling of the Frost clan. The Arlian Ancestor's antennae wiggled at a bit at the use of the current tongue of the Arlian, primarily based on the Klaxxi - the most ancient Arlian ancestors' tongue - which brought a new light to his eyes, curiosity. But the bug was not so foolish as to let that get in the way. His opponent took a familiar stance, but the champion did not use a stance, much like in the arena, or so normally would have been in case. His stance slipped into one that would allow the insectoid to use his considerable ten foot advantage he had over most warriors of the galaxy, to give him a little extra actions in the next bout.
But now the Changeling Lord rocketed forward, ready to battle and he found that Nelgae was ready. His bulk moved with grace and deadly speed as he leveraged his power for speed as he didn't just catch the Changeling's punch, but pulled him forward and struck at his gut, holding back enough not to punch a hole through him as his power spiked a moment. The Ant moved a step back before his mouth clicked in an air of surprise, "I'd no idea that you'd use the Arlian tongue. But I believe I recall the name." This was in Arlian, and completely left those on the sidelines out of their conversation.
Nelgae decided that he would take the match a bit more seriously then as he pushed himself backwards, or so it seemed. This move was one of his for a crowd, but in reality, was a molt that released a golden version of the insectoid, his Royal Guard form. For the truth behind Nelgae and what he was, well, that was kept a secret from all but a few in the galaxy. His form radiated power, and the best part for him, was that it wouldn't take away from his battle strength. "It's been many years since I last fought, so you must have seen me. So let's give them a spectacle."
The former arena champion exploded from his position as snow lifted and ice pellets flew around where he had launched from. It seemed a mere half second before his clawed hand flashed forward to strike at the Changeling's face, before Nelgae swiftly followed that with a vicious elbow aimed to toss Siberius to the ground. He followed that with a stomp aimed to hold Siberius down, not enough to crack ribs, but a hold that he often used to kill an opponent in the arena with a ki attack. He decided to hold back for the moment, since this was a sparring match. "Do not yield yet," he hissed in Arlian.
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Lord Siberius
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Post by Lord Siberius on Feb 17, 2024 23:22:33 GMT -5
The snow swirled around them in a dance of flakes and flurries , cascading down as the knuckles of the Changeling Lord were wrapped by the insectoid hand of the former arena champion. He had known well enough going into this battle that he had been out matched, but Siberius would not stand for doing anything but his best against the Arilian. When Nelgae's own hand came in tandem with pulling Siberius forward it elevated the strikes success enough that there was a small thrum of impact that echoed through the chamber , the stunned changeling seeming to float in the air for a few moments suspended from the force of the blow.
Nelgage moved backwards allowing Siberius to land on his feet and move equally backwards, breathing a bit heavily as the first strike had knocked the wind out of him and caused a small indent on the armor that adorned his torso. A hand moved to this area , running his black fingers along the damage that had been done. Just from one punch ? That was troublesome.
His eyes returned view forward to the battle at hand, and watched as a new Nelgae appeared from a shell of his form that had been left behind. This new form a brilliant metallic sunset compared to the dull featured colors that the champion had embodied before.
And without much time to react Siberius was on the defensive again, the snow exploding behind the Arlian warrior as a claw swiped just inches in front of his nose. While encouraged by his own ability to evade the strike, it was diminished by the follow up elbow that sent him crashing into the ground quickly with a foot followed up on his chest. Breathing heavily, he listened to the words of the fellow warrior and grinned quietly to himself. "Of course, its all for show."
His midnight colored tail came up to wrap around the ankle of the champion, hoping to disbalance them enough that Siberius could roll out from under the foot and hold the golden insect in place while throwing both hands forward and releasing a blast from both palms that would rocket his enemy backwards.
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Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 18, 2024 1:12:02 GMT -5
A tail, was it? Nelgae flexed his leg for the power to resist, and was hardly staggered as he leaned forward, before he noted the hands pushed forward. If he had a mouth to grin, it would have been so. As it was, the power flows out and shoved him back, though not as far as the Changeling diplomat might have wanted it to. His power speed again as he moved back into a stance, though this one much briefer as he quickly released a snap punch.
That wasn't all he could do, though, as he followed through with a wicked strike as his fist became covered in a purple and crimson ki as he punched forward with his other fist. This one might hurt, but it would get something across to the Changeling Lord, a feeling. Nelgae was far more powerful than he let on, and probably much more so than the preformed arena fights. Depending on the opponent, he either gave a show or utterly destroyed them. Would he give Siberious the same? He couldn't, in God conscious, fail a fan of his. But on the order, this wasn't the Arlian Arena. He hadn't released his grip on that title in truth, but he was a soldier at the moment.
On the sidelines, the soldiers spoke in whispers. There were a few that knew about Melgae, but only from rumors. He seemed to not work with most soldiers, and the rumor war that he was so bad at his job that his allies died. He was after all, an Arlian. Others claimed that he ate them. He was a bug, after all. There was yet another that stated his missions seemed harder than s typical Grunt's. In any case, it seemed that the bug and the Changeling were well matched.
Then one man there, one of the bigger warriors, grinned as he asked the officer in charge of the training, "Hold on, ain't Nelgae a Bruiser now. Sir" He'd agreed that last part with a bit of snark in his tone. The man glared over at him, as the other Grunts that fought him shot the officer a puzzled look.
"He's here to who you all into shape," the man growled partially true, but the other was that it was hard to gage the bug. He rarely boasted about his rank, nor did he display anything that might otherwise show his rank. He was just powerful. And Lord Frost had commanded this. Did he know that Siberious was a fan of the former Champion? Had to tell.
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Lord Siberius
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Post by Lord Siberius on Feb 18, 2024 2:35:39 GMT -5
With the distance between them, Siberius was able to get back to his feet and release the wave of ki which seemed to do little more than budge the former Arlian champion. The changeling lord knew that he was going to have to ramp things up soon against such a difficult opponent, but half of the battle of a fight was enduring it long enough to gauge your opponent and counter their fighting style. This gave him a thought that to make note of ; the technology department of the Planet Trade Organization could develop a program for scouters that would read and evaluate an enemy with A.I to better exploit the enemies weakness. He almost reflexively went to his scouter with a hand to hit the record button to do a voice memo , but then he remembered he was in an arena fight and the ADHD wore off.
Again a fist flew forward with such swiftness that it cut the wind with the same sound as a sword cutting an invisible opponent , and it likely would have had the same effect if Siberius had back up a step to avoid it. Avoiding was good, it meant that their speed was on par with one another. Siberius' hands rose to catch the incoming punch to see what their strengths were in scale to one another, but that completely backfired with the fist became a swirl if red and purple that was a nuclear bomb of ki. Both of the changelings palms caught the blast punch but it did more harm than good as the skin on his hands burned , his elbows cracked , and his body was rocketed backwards into the wall of the arena causing an explosion of stone and rubble.
His back was literally to the wall , actually a couple inches into it as bits of space concrete fell around him and his hands throbbed with an ache that was comparable to having to sit through an Arilian opera. Singing was not their strong suit.
Siberius heard the chatter in the wings from other soldiers and smiled to himself. A bruiser huh?
The smoke around him burst away as a clear white aura appeared around Siberius and he flew forward closing the distance, throwing a the feint of a punch towards the face that stopped short. His clenched fist then opened up as all his momentum stopped, and he released a single weak blast of energy to get a reaction out of Nelgae. When the blast was released , he threw a knee forward to catch the bug man in the thorax. Whether it landed or not, he would push off backwards to keep the space between them. Nelgae hurt in close quarters combat.
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Bramble
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Post by Bramble on Feb 18, 2024 20:27:50 GMT -5
It wasn't like the bug man wasn't used to people that broke when he attacked, but the Changeling Lord seemed to handle that better than most. Better, but not the strongest. He supposed that it was Lord Frost's way to appease the younger Changeling as well as train him up. After all, those of the race were notoriously tough to kill. The bug merely looked straight at the man before he took steps towards him, likely not something Siberious thought that he'd do. As he started to close in like an animal that approached damaged prey, the Changeling sprang up, white ki flared about him as he attempted a strike towards Nelgae. Yet he stopped short, and instead opened the palm for a ki strike.
Well, it wasn't like he didn't face all kinds of fighting styles and opponents in the arena. As he looked down, another attack followed. Smoke flared around the bug from the ki strike, but his attempt to throw that one was the big mistake here. The Arlian ancestor snatched his knee as he tried to strike and push off but instead he was granted by the leg, lift into the air, and slammed back into the ground as the insect spoke in his deep, gravely common, "You know, those ki attacks hurt."
If one wanted to keep their distance, you didn't follow a ki attack with a melee strike against a superior physical foe. At least in arena combat.
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Lord Siberius
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Post by Lord Siberius on Feb 18, 2024 22:59:26 GMT -5
His strategy has failed as the bug wrapped their digits around the changelings knee and lifted him into the air with the same ease and grace as if Siberius was a hammer or a small child to smashed into the arena floor below. For the second time in this combat spar his back and armor was smashed several inches into a solid object , a small changeling shaped crater appearing as an outline of his body. The dust formed around him once again, the grunts and soldiers around coughing from the continual debris that they were breathing in.
For a few seconds the Changeing lord just laid there heaving his chest as he tried to grasp breathes. "I think.." he gasped , laying limp as his entire body ached from the power that had been enforced upon him. "I think thats the day for me." a cough finished that sentence.
The dust settled and he sat up while the world spun around him from what he could only assume was a concussion. A few more moments and he sat up, dusting himself off and then straightening his posture. A slight bow was given to the Arena champion out of respect but even that hurt. "I thank you for this opportunity to train you you Nelgae, and hope that we can do this again. It has been very enlightening."
Every word was a wrecking ball of pain.
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