Frieza vs Upa [Ref: Bra]

North City was probably the only city in the world that thrived despite its undeniably isolated location. Its trade with the major cities around made sure that, despite being surrounded by several intimidating mountain ranges, it would remain a stronghold for the people living there, with enough supplies to last for a long time; let alone the coming winter.

The surrounding settlements of the North didn't have access to such luxuries; mostly having to rely on their own powers to get by. Though they weren't spared from the dangers of the Earth's north, they did their best to survive and thrive, with their own traditions and cultures keeping them active. It is in one such village that Upa found himself doing something that's completely irrelevant to this battle, that he picked up on the foreign (yet oddly familiar) Ki signature entering.

This couldn't be good.

Taking his leave from the quiet settlement and taking off to one of the higher hills, by a relatively flourishing, snowy clearing, the boy anticipated the unknown force to emerge; and soon enough, he did.

The coarse voice sounded awfully familiar. Standing strong, his arms crossed over his chest, Upa stared straight into the armored alien's red eyes from the fair distance the stranger allowed between them. This one... They probably met in like, 1 or 2 spinoffs, didn't they?

"..." Through the man's degrading, the boy remained silent. Simply letting it slide. He'd lie if he said the other putting a mockery to his power didn't bother him -- but, try as he might, he couldn't ignore the glaring detail picked up early on. That this person was in fact, powerful enough to prove such belittling claims.

Despite that, he couldn't falter. This one, just from the air around him and his manner of speech, was definitely up to no good. "...That's awfully kind of you," He replied; "And I've got to admit, this is the first time any prey's giving me a headstart." Referring to the alien as 'prey' might have come off wrong, though it was in his habit. A fight was, essentially, just another hunt. Whether he was the predator or the prey, didn't matter; all that matters is who can come out on top.

"Here's to hoping I can at least surprise you."

Entering proper stance, clenching his muscles, the boy powered up as his eyes locked on the adversary. His power spiked at once as a white glow formed around his body, enveloping his entire form in radiant overlay. Upa knew -- if he was going to win at all, it was not by pulling any punches.

With his transformed state, he leaped forward -- rushing towards the other with his right arm prepared and clenched, close to his body as his left moved to his front in a defensive matter. And while most fighters would anticipate his right side's assault to come forward, Upa preferred masking his first approach in attempt to throw his opponents off-guard.

His left palm flexed once in sufficient proximity and a direct thrust forward delivered to hopefully, knock the air out of the opposition; following up with a readied right leg, already drawn back as Upa brought it in a direct, swift follow-up to slice across the man's torso.

In his followup, Frieza would probably see, the most minute change in stance as his whole body tensed. The momentum from his kick, whether blocked, dodged or received, would allow him to enter into proper position as two further punches were thrown: all the way from his back to his left hand, his muscles empowered and tensed as a classic and direct one-two combo was made, left aiming to nail the alien's face while his right went the roundabout to hook from the side.

Weaker as he was than this man, he needed to gauge just how much the difference between them mattered. Taking things up-close would give them a better understanding of his foe's capabilities, both in assumed level of strength, as well as his tendency in the fight.

Hopefully, things won't escalate to an absolute worst case scenario.

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WC: 682

Actions:
A1. Transform: Hidden Potential (1% maintenance)
A2. Power Fly + Focused Palm Strike [DR2; -1% ki]
A3. Power Fly + Mastered Razor Swipe [DR3.5; -1% ki]
Free. Wolf Fang Fist [-2% ki]
A4. [Wolf Fang Fist] 1 SA (Direct Punch)
A5. [Wolf Fang Fist] 1 SA (Hook Punch)

STATS (75% --> Hidden Potential):
Power Level: 114,456 / 152,610 --> 143,320 / 194,560
Ki: 57,228 / 76,305 --> 71,660 / 97,295

Strength: 14,462 / 19,283 (+1,000) --> 19,225
Speed: 23,672 --> 31,424 (+500)
Toughness: 14,468 / 19,291 --> 18,483 (+400)
Stamina: 14,162 / 18,883 --> 17,992 (drain: 0.6%)
Vitality: 14,136 / 18,848 --> 18,068

Ki Used: 3%
Ki Remaining: 97%

Impressive. Most fighters would fall short on decision with his pseudo-feint, his left meeting straight with the alien's forearms in solid defense, as his kick completely missed its mark. If Upa had any doubts whatsoever about his opponent's capabilities as a fighter, they would have been dispelled with just that maneuver alone. This only meant, unfortunately, that he was in for more trouble than immediately apparent -- which, only meant things would get dire quite quick.

Despite that, the tribesman couldn't let that get to him. In the face of powerful adversity, it is tenacity, persistence and careful planning that would nab him the advantage. However crafty or experienced his opponent happens to be, the boy wasn't out of the water. Not by a longshot, definitely not by just a single exchange.

Eyebrows furrowed, a grunt following as Upa's fist connected with the other's face; trying to capitalize on his sudden approach with his hook, but finding himself falling to the X-factor: the alien's obvious advantage over the human, visible even to those spiritually unaware -- the tail. "!?" Surprised at the narrow appendage slithering around his wrist in an instant and yanking him forward, the dark-skinned narrowly braced himself as his left hand was kept close to his body. A fortunate, coincidental positioning, coupled with the other's telegraphed attack. Despite the foe's superior speed and clearly winning strength, Upa still managed to narrowly mitigate the damage from the incoming uppercut, managing place his palm into the man's fist just before contact.

He was lucky it was a clear strike. He'd never fought a reptile capable of reacting to his fists in such a manner before, every snake he'd fought previously would only slither for a chokehold, rather than a yank. Upa's face suggested a level of stress rising, upon realizing and analyzing his opponent's skills. This man... He posed a challenge the dark-skinned had never faced before.

Not to mention... Even just blocking that surprise hit told him. His left palm stinging, forearm pulsing at the force applied to it with Frieza's attack.

...Alright then. --"Yeah?" He rhetorically asked; "Well thank you for that." The other's claim was true. If Upa wanted to win this fight, he needed to use much more elaborate attacks -- or at least, lead his opponent on better. "There's more where this came from." And while his expression painted his rising stress, he forced a grin. In the face of such adversary? It's best to assume confidence. After all, the body reacts to the mind; not just the other way around.

The alien's speed was, as expected, alarming. Pulling up his guard with both arms immediately raised in a cross to guard his middle section in the incoming hook-- but that was just a feint. The man's hefty tail came crashing, slapping the boy across the face in a powerful slap that sent the boy flying away, humiliatingly. As if in a statement of sorts, his opponent utilized a similar approach to his own starting move -- except his was successful, while Upa's was blocked.

With his body still registering the weight of his opponent's power, Upa's entire body tensed in anticipation for the incoming attack -- a barrage of blasts hitting his body all over. It hurt. Each of them hurt.

...But as the smoke cleared, his white-clad form revealed itself, removing the torn upper piece from his body as the boy's eyes remained locked in on the opponent, fairly sure he had a grasp of the guy's recent strike. Another example would allow him to better assess what he was up against -- and hopefully, give him a little more of an edge.

No way to know unless he closes in.

With a direct dash and a following battle cry, the boy assumed the same rushing position as earlier -- coming in with a feint of his own. Aiming a telegraphed kick by tucking his leg towards his body, a moment before contact he used his other leg to spring upwards and attempt a powerful swipe, a claw towards and across his opponent's face.

Anticipating another dodge or at the very least a block, he threw another strike with his other free hand, before coming across with a somersault once more using his right foot; hoping to leverage both the momentum and his position to face the opponent directly, preparing himself to retaliate to the man's further advances.

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WC: 728 / 1,410

Actions: Maintaining Hidden Potential (-1% ki)
A1. Block A3
Free. Take A4, Crush
A2. [Wolf Fang Fist] Power Fly + 1 SA (feint-claw swipe)
A3. [Wolf Fang Fist] Power Fly + 1 SA (claw swipe)
A4. Mastered Razor Swipe (DR3.5; -1% ki)

STATS (75% --> Hidden Potential):
Power Level: 114,456 / 152,610 --> 143,320 / 194,560
Ki: 57,228 / 76,305 --> 64,993 / 97,295

Strength: 14,462 / 19,283 (+1,000) --> 19,225
Speed: 23,672 --> 31,424 (+500)
Toughness: 14,468 / 19,291 --> 18,483 (+400)
Stamina: 14,162 / 18,883 --> 17,605 (drain: 2.73%)
Vitality: 14,136 / 18,848 --> 18,068

Ki Used (fixed per last post): 8.2%
Ki Remaining: 91.8%

Okay so this has turned into more than I signed up for already but here goes:

Joining on Frieza's Side

Sola saw bright explosions, glints of bright steel and bursts of fire in the smoky darkness. Her eyes focused on a man who looked to be an observer of the fight, as if he was completely immune to the raging war.

Sola frowned and her lips twisted into a smirk. Who did he think he was standing there, unmoved, aloof? The nearer she came, the more she could distinguish him, a man, still, and quite inanimate, as if he were dozing in the midst of the turmoil.

Without thinking, she cocked her fist back and charged her energy through her arm until it was glowing with a pulsing energy. She rushed at him and swung at him with a punch that was headed directly for his chest. Electricity crackled from her fingertips as her fist flew through the air.

Not waiting to see the effect, she swung her other arm, throwing another blast punch, but this time more powerfully. Her energy coalesced for another punch of fire towards his flank. Power of demonic magic in her veins was flaring.

Sola’s eyes narrowed and she stepped back only to move forward again and throw a third punch, then a fourth, each punch filled with the raw hatred of her magic.


Actions:
1 Blast Punch @ Upa 1 DR -2% ki
2 Blast Punch @ Upa 1 DR -2% ki
3 Blast Punch @ Upa 1 DR -2% ki
4 Blast Punch @ Upa 1 DR -2% ki



Power Level: 50000
Ki: 25000

Strength: 6250
Speed: 6250
Toughness: 6250
Stamina: 6250
Vitality: 6250

Determination: 10
Charisma: 10
Intelligence: 15