06-10-2018, 07:29 PM
Cell and his furry ally alighted on the tournament arena, their two opponents on the other side. The ring was instantly recognisable; both Goku and Piccolo had fought in the World Martial Arts Tournament and this ring was an exact replica of those grounds. The only thing missing was the gawking spectators but frankly Cell couldn't care less that they were absent. He was here to fight, not entertain a gaggle of slow witted humans.
The bio-android sized up their opponents on the other end of the ring. One's lime yellow hair and pointed ears put Cell in mind of an elf, while the other's dusky skin and black horns reminded him of the ogres that administered the afterlife. A curious combination of fighters to be sure, but then the bio-android and the anthropomorphic weasel weren't exactly any different.
Cell considered taking both of them on at the same time to speed things up, but his old indestructibility and immense power had fled him since arriving in the Omniverse. For once in his life, he would have to rely on someone else. He kept his eyes on their opponents while he spoke to Ricter. "I'll take the ogre. You've got the elf. I'll throw in a shot or two if I get the chance."
"Got it," Ricter said, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his sword strapped to his back.
Cell's feet lifted inches from the ground and he floated over to his designated opponent.
"Now normally I like to toy with my food," Cell said to the ogre. "There's great joy in batting about a mouse with fear in its eyes. But today I believe I will go straight for the kill."
"No foreplay?" the ogre said, a wry smirk on her dark lips. "This isn't your first time, is it?"
Cell chuckled. "My dear, even if it was, you'd still be blown away all the same."
"Oh, very confident I see," the ogre said. "I guess I'm in for a good time."
Cell threw the first punch. The ogre seemed to sense it coming, as if the talking was just time for her to prepare for the initial strike, and weaved out of the way. Cell threw another, and she ducked beneath it as well.
She's faster than she looks, Cell thought to himself. This won't be as simple as I first surmised.
"What's wrong?" the ogre said playfully. "I hope that's not it. I was wanting to have some fun too."
Cell fired another punch, but this time with purpose. His tail swung from the opposite direction as the ogre sidestepped the fist. The broadside of Cell's tail slammed against her ribs, knocking her back. The bio-android moved with enhanced speed, his form vanishing from sight as he zanzokened around to the ogre's back, and drove his knee into her stomach. He grinned with glee as he watched the breath burst from her lips. She swung a wild punch, missing Cell but forcing him to hop back and create some distance between them.
"I see you've got some moves," the ogre said. "Not many guys try that one on me."
Somehow, in the midst of her panting and pulsing stomach, she found the joy to grin at him. Cell couldn't help but smile right back. It was hard to dislike combat, but it was harder to find someone who found similar elation in the art of fighting, especially if that person was on the receiving end of the damage. Cell's smile faltered as he considered she could have been a masochist, but he ejected that thought out immediately.
The next moment, the ogre gripped a feather shaped weapon in her hands. She dashed forward with amazing speed and slashed at Cell. He barely kept up with her swift and precise movements, doing his best to bob and dodge, but every second or third slash would find contact with his flesh and open an incision along his forearms or chest. Purple blood trickled from the wounds. Each stroke of the steel stung but Cell had little in the way of reprisal; her technical proficiency was remarkable. Did King Yemma train this one?
Cell ducked beneath the sweeping blade and swung his tail for the ogre's feet. She hopped over it nimbly but it gave Cell the moment he needed. Clenching his fists, two blades of crimson energy jutted out from his wrists and covered his hands. They hummed with a sinister buzz.
"Seems only proper to bring swords to a knife fight," Cell said, ignoring the wet rivulets of blood on his skin.
"Oh, I was hoping you would be a little bigger than that," the ogre said, winking.
Cell pounced. His Ki Edges slashed over and over at the ogre, but she parried and dodged them with ease. Each miss boiled Cell's blood. How was he supposed to hit someone faster and with better reaction times than himself?
"Impressive," Cell said, hiding his anger. His ki blades dissipated and his cupped hands went to his side. Blue light streamed forth. "Let's see you dodge this! Kamehameha!"
The bio-android sized up their opponents on the other end of the ring. One's lime yellow hair and pointed ears put Cell in mind of an elf, while the other's dusky skin and black horns reminded him of the ogres that administered the afterlife. A curious combination of fighters to be sure, but then the bio-android and the anthropomorphic weasel weren't exactly any different.
Cell considered taking both of them on at the same time to speed things up, but his old indestructibility and immense power had fled him since arriving in the Omniverse. For once in his life, he would have to rely on someone else. He kept his eyes on their opponents while he spoke to Ricter. "I'll take the ogre. You've got the elf. I'll throw in a shot or two if I get the chance."
"Got it," Ricter said, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his sword strapped to his back.
Cell's feet lifted inches from the ground and he floated over to his designated opponent.
"Now normally I like to toy with my food," Cell said to the ogre. "There's great joy in batting about a mouse with fear in its eyes. But today I believe I will go straight for the kill."
"No foreplay?" the ogre said, a wry smirk on her dark lips. "This isn't your first time, is it?"
Cell chuckled. "My dear, even if it was, you'd still be blown away all the same."
"Oh, very confident I see," the ogre said. "I guess I'm in for a good time."
Cell threw the first punch. The ogre seemed to sense it coming, as if the talking was just time for her to prepare for the initial strike, and weaved out of the way. Cell threw another, and she ducked beneath it as well.
She's faster than she looks, Cell thought to himself. This won't be as simple as I first surmised.
"What's wrong?" the ogre said playfully. "I hope that's not it. I was wanting to have some fun too."
Cell fired another punch, but this time with purpose. His tail swung from the opposite direction as the ogre sidestepped the fist. The broadside of Cell's tail slammed against her ribs, knocking her back. The bio-android moved with enhanced speed, his form vanishing from sight as he zanzokened around to the ogre's back, and drove his knee into her stomach. He grinned with glee as he watched the breath burst from her lips. She swung a wild punch, missing Cell but forcing him to hop back and create some distance between them.
"I see you've got some moves," the ogre said. "Not many guys try that one on me."
Somehow, in the midst of her panting and pulsing stomach, she found the joy to grin at him. Cell couldn't help but smile right back. It was hard to dislike combat, but it was harder to find someone who found similar elation in the art of fighting, especially if that person was on the receiving end of the damage. Cell's smile faltered as he considered she could have been a masochist, but he ejected that thought out immediately.
The next moment, the ogre gripped a feather shaped weapon in her hands. She dashed forward with amazing speed and slashed at Cell. He barely kept up with her swift and precise movements, doing his best to bob and dodge, but every second or third slash would find contact with his flesh and open an incision along his forearms or chest. Purple blood trickled from the wounds. Each stroke of the steel stung but Cell had little in the way of reprisal; her technical proficiency was remarkable. Did King Yemma train this one?
Cell ducked beneath the sweeping blade and swung his tail for the ogre's feet. She hopped over it nimbly but it gave Cell the moment he needed. Clenching his fists, two blades of crimson energy jutted out from his wrists and covered his hands. They hummed with a sinister buzz.
"Seems only proper to bring swords to a knife fight," Cell said, ignoring the wet rivulets of blood on his skin.
"Oh, I was hoping you would be a little bigger than that," the ogre said, winking.
Cell pounced. His Ki Edges slashed over and over at the ogre, but she parried and dodged them with ease. Each miss boiled Cell's blood. How was he supposed to hit someone faster and with better reaction times than himself?
"Impressive," Cell said, hiding his anger. His ki blades dissipated and his cupped hands went to his side. Blue light streamed forth. "Let's see you dodge this! Kamehameha!"
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Cell engaged Ash.
Cell used Tail. Cell used Burst Movement. Ash used Red Devil's Quill. Cell used Ki Edge.
Cell used Super Kamehameha (Tier 1 Super Attack). 2/3 SP remaining.
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