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A Reason To Grow; Tarble vs Tensile [Astral Spar]
Topic Started: Nov 24 2017, 04:28 AM (349 Views)
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Tarble took a look behind him, seeing the Gero sisters holding a position behind him as they left the cold island that they were practically captives left behind to die on. The Warlord was happy that they were alive in this universe, but it led to a lot of questions he had yet to ask himself. Was there another copy of himself in this world, and if so, what was he doing? Was he still on Planet Tech-Tech and happily hitched to Gure? Still living that kind of existence free from the stress of battling, denying his Saiyan blood.. maybe it was for the best if that was his fate. Maybe it was best that they had no chance of running into each other nor could their spheres of influence ever overlap. That was what the former Warlord wanted out of this world, a way to integrate himself without worry of messing up someone else's life. His gaze met Luka's for a moment, letting out a gentle sigh.

She was still alive and well, and while her memories of him weren't there, the hint of their former relationship was there in the air. It was as if the pinkette wasn't quite able to grasp it yet, and that was fine with Tarble for the time being. She would understand with time, and it was best that she didn't remember everything all at once. He brought his gaze down to the ring upon his middle finger. The jewelry was easily recognizable by any Saiyan of his world: three Vegetian rubies with the Saiyan Army emblem embedded upon the steel, made by a demon with a certain taste for irony. It pissed him off how the craftsmanship resembled that of the soul the ring held-- his former master, Cress. One of the rubies was faded, a third of the soul it held dead forever. Even if he was able to break Cress free from whatever binding held her to the ring, what was the point if part of her life was already forfeit because of Tarble's own selfish desires? He could have went on after Luka and Daikon died. It would have been unbelievably tough, but he could have done it.. yet he succumbed to the temptation Lilim put in front of him.

He hated that.

Finally, the only other heirloom he had left from his old world began to dangle out of his armor. An emerald that had been given to him ever so long ago by his best friend, Chishan. It had been so long since he had seen the Lightning Lord that he began to wonder if he was even alive at this point. The thought of the Overlord perishing was damned to the realm of impossibility. He commanded such power that Tarble solidly believed that there was nothing in this world that could destroy him. He stepped into the realm of gods long before any other Saiyan even thought of doing so, but at the risk of his own sanity. Tarble followed in his footsteps to discover a method of saving him, but in the process, he got so mixed up in the divine energy that it became a part of his fighting style as a whole. And now he was succumbing to something more primal within his body, something that was forcing him down the Saiyan evolutionary path that was suited for those that desired more power.

Super Saiyan 2, Super Saiyan 3.. both of them were transformations thought to be for those that relied on primary instinct, the need for more strength, feeding upon the desire to win. Super Saiyan God was another transformation that branched off of these, but it was meant to be a result of deathly focus and putting down the more primal instincts of the Saiyan race. When combining this with the divine energy obtained by causing the aura of one's energy to implode, well, the results spoke for themselves in most cases. But it led him to wonder about the gem. It held the properties of sending someone's mind to the Astral Realm, most likely to meet with another and face off in combat in a world of someone's imagination. Did it have those same powers in this alternate world, or was it merely a gem for show now? Well, he wasn't going to get anywhere merely questioning it, so he held the gem in the palm of his hand and closed his eyes mid-flight, letting the grasp of the emerald take his mind over for the moment.

Almost instantly after the darkness of his eyelids consumed his sight, his mind was transported beyond the mortal plane and into the realm of the imagination. The world forged around him was simplistic for the time being, yet it only showed how ferocious his pride was within. The stage Tarble was transported to was an inactive volcano. Specifically, the Warlord appeared at the very tip of the colossal landform, the top of it still obscured by an arena-like indent of hardened soil and stone. Pure magma lied below the stone, but it would take great force to get through the surface he stood upon to begin with, so death through burning from the liquids below was close to an impossibility. Tarble opened his eyes to the immense heat he was subject to, opening and closing his hands and taking a look around.

It was a vast contrast to the cold blizzards he had to endure while escaping the snowy islands with the Gero sisters, so it was welcome for the first few seconds before beads of sweat began to form upon his brow. Despite this, he pressed on, taking a better look around the world that he unknowingly created. The skies above were purple with heat lightning, the environment almost taking on an apocalyptic sort of feel to it. He wasn't comfortable with it on the surface, but only because of how damned hot it was. Little did he know it was merely the rage that lied within personified. Finally, another energy came into his range of sense, soon providing him with a proper view of the second person that joined him in the astral realm. Tarble approached the creature, knowing the drill for this world, but not knowing if this was an inhabitant of the timeline he was from or the timeline he now belonged to.

"My name is Tarble. Hello there," he uttered formally.
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Tensile had been relaxing. It was an all too rare thing for him, but he was enjoying it none the less. He had to wait for his own pawns to move into position, each one of them to prepare the attacks and the plans he had laid out. So far, his gift for keeping things subtle for his involvement and overt for the actions being taken by others had been proven to be very fruitful. He was currently floating several inches above a white marble floor, his eyes closed as he meditated. They had set up a mediation chamber for him to use while he was in this small town, they had spared no expense for him. They wanted to treat their savior with the up most respect and give him everything they could to help him feel more comfortable and more willing to help him out so he would help them out.

Sure, it wasn't the most relaxing thing in the universe... But it was useful when you needed to dig into your mind and pull out memories that were trapped from another life. He knew the old man had something that could have proven useful... Though part of him wondered if awakening those memories would have a more... Disastrous effect upon him. Would the resurfacing of ancient memories cause him to no longer be Tensile, instead becoming the old Namekian once more? Would there be a merger or combining of the minds allowing them to function as one? Would it cause them both to be erased and turned into a blank slate? Would it be even more profound than that? He had already unlocked a few things within himself recently as well. The ability to alter his size, grow physically more durable and stronger, but it held the draw back of being slower... A lot slower. That was going to be something he needed to put a lot more time and effort into figuring out how to deal with and what he would need to do to make that one a reality.

With his weights on as it stood, he was going to be slower than usual anyways. With that kind of reduction, he might as well be standing still. He needed to find a way to make the technique more efficient and useful in the long run. If he was going to be any kind of use to Lord Frieza, this invasion, and most other things he was planning on doing in time, he needed to make sure he had things figured out for himself and how to make himself even more useful. He needed to keep growing in terms of power and abilities. Perhaps, in time, it would be a good idea to head towards his home world, so he can learn the secrets of his people, and perhaps even attempt to reclaim everything that he had lost all those ages ago.

There was much that he still needed to learn about both himself, and those around him. There was plenty he could do for himself, sure, but he wanted to take his time, being able to discover himself and make his own impact upon the universe. Lord Frieza was giving him plenty of room to expand himself. Part of him wondered if Lord Frieza was going to see just how far he was going to pushed and see where he would take both himself, and the Lord of the Universe.

He was once one of the legendary Super Namekians. Some of the greatest beings to ever exist in the known universe, physically, mentally, and beyond. Tensile wanted to regain that, they glory, the power, the knowledge that existed within it. He was not one who would give up on a goal like this. He was not going to surrender to anyone or anything. Not now or ever. A small smile touched the corner of his lips. He knew he was protected right now, so when the tug of something from the astral plane arrived, he was... Curious to say the very least. He didn't know who or what ever could call to him from the astral realm, but he figured he could roll the dice none the less. He shifted slightly, exhaling once and relaxing as he was pulled into the astral landscape.

The landscape he was pulled into was very unlike where he was at right now. He was pulled onto an island like area, with a raging storm that rested up above him. It was almost like this entire world was preparing to die. It was like it was sick, or at least slowly melting away and being ruined by the rage of the world itself. He could feel the heat of the magma under the arena, the heat of a dying volcano that was sleeping at the moment. He looked up at the being who now stood before him... He didn't look familiar, nor did he ring any bells in his fragmented memory. There was a narrowing of eyes as the being stepped forwards.

This one had strength, a lot of it was untapped, hidden deep within the being before him. This person could, if they could tap into the power, probably defeat him, and maybe even go so far as to cause some serious damage to even Captain Zarbon. For now, Tensile was going to be on guard. Who knows if this one would turn around and tap into the power that dwells deep within. Either way it went, Tensile was going to be in for a fight.

Tarble... That was an odd naming. A very odd one indeed. He would nod and bow slightly. “I am Tensile, of the last of the Super Namekians...” He said, watching the person who stood before him. “I don't know you, so I can only assume you are calling here to do battle. I warn you, I am not one who goes down very easily.” He would take a quick combat stance, lowering himself down and crossing his arms in front of him, fingers curled slightly, if Tarble knew of Piccolo, this was a similar fighting stance. Tensile was still drawing on the ancient combat experience and his own skill to fight battles. “I'm ready to do this when you are...”

From there, he would push himself, powering up to his fullest and looking at the warrior who stood before him. He was ready for this for as much as he could be.


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The Warlord could tell just by the way the man looked that he was a Namekian, but something shocked him about how.. formally he was greeted in return. A bow, a name, and a title was given to Tarble instantly, causing him to smile a bit. It was so refreshing to get that sort of response rather than immediately getting right into it. However, the idea of a 'Super Namekian' reminded him of Super Saiyans. Did this particular Namekian have a form beyond this one, or was it merely a title for the stronger members of their race? Tarble didn't know, but Tensile seemed keen on proving himself. After the warning and a stance being taken, the Saiyan gave Tensile a small nod. "Fair enough then. I suppose I should take my position as well." The Warlord dug his feet into the ground as his ashen aura sparked around him for a moment, only to be released in a mighty burst.

However, the power he called upon wasn't even close to Tensile's at the moment. Tarble looked at his own hands with slight shock, but opted to take a stance similar to Vegeta's signature pose. "Tch, I still can't use my former power.. I'll need to bridge the gap with tactics," he thought to himself as dust and ashes began to kick up from the force of his aura. He needed to think this through. Finally mentally deciding on a plan, Tarble burst off of his right foot and headed straight for Tensile without regrets. He charged up a sphere of energy in each of his hands, firing one in front of him and toward the Super Namekian while shooting the other behind him. In the midst of his dash, Tarble slammed his feet into the ground and brought himself to a grinding halt, firing off another bolt of energy behind the first he fired. Just as it was about to meet its mark, Tarble held the second bolt in place with energy control.

He concentrated as he kept his distance from Tensile, bounding around the battlefield. He began to fire more energy bolts, the first meant to attempt hitting him in the chest or back, the second held in place near the Namekian's body. Eventually, his assault held five spheres of energy that floated lazily around Tensile's body. If he moved away, he was going to begin having them follow with the will of his own concentration, but it required that he kept one of his hands held outright to keep them on his signature. Not that they couldn't be negated or dodged, but he was going to make it difficult on him. "Can't get close," he muttered to himself. In this state, he wasn't physically powerful or nimble to any extent, so he needed to make up for it by dancing around and controlling his energy to a fine point. Raw strength wasn't enough to win this fight, and in Tensile's case, he was a mighty opponent for Tarble to take at the present moment. He needed to be careful.
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Tensile was a patient warrior. He knew the value of not just rushing in head long into a battle without some kind of plan. He had already found some success in working plans before. He knew they never lasted very long however. That was the downside of them in the long run of things. One could only plan their side of the battle, if you tried to hard to plan on what the other person was going to do, it was going to result in you getting a very painful meeting with the ground. He knew things were about to start when the Saiyan war lord made his first attempt at powering up.

At first it seemed like Tarble was going to be able to tap into that latent power, but it was quick that he was not going to be able to. There was a lot of energy being thrown around, but none of it was more than flashy and for show. The Saiyan seemed to realize this as well. He looked at his hands in a form of shock, as if he was expecting to be able to draw out his power in a quick and easy way. That made things very interesting indeed. Tensile could make use of this. When the Saiyan kicked off the ground, Tensile was willing to wait. He saw the energy being formed in Tarble's hands.

The attacks seemed, clumsy at first. He dodged the first, and then quickly saw what the Saiyan was working on doing. Ahh, herding tactics. Those would usually work well on someone who doesn't understand them, or how energy worked. Pulling his hands back, he would create balls of energy within him, still doing his dodging as much as he could as well. The tactic was still effective, being able to dance across the battle ground like this... The only problem was energy. While Tensile was taking some damage, Tarble was wearing himself out.

Close is not the only way to reach your foe!” Tensile shouted in response, firing both energy blasts towards the small Saiyan. While they were not aimed to be lethal, they still packed a serious punch. With those launched, he would not see, but listen to where his foe was headed. He was stronger and faster than Tarble was, at least in his current state, so he could afford to be a bit more... Blunt with things. Where every Tarble went to, Tensile would be hot pursuit. The energy balls hurt when they exploded, but he could always heal the injuries in a matter of moments if he decided to. For now, he was going to help push the Saiyan to his limits. The wounds inflicted upon him here in the astral realm were only mental after all, and this battle had helped to warm his purple blood up.

No, at this point, he was going to help draw out more of the power of the Saiyan. He had bulked himself up, while not massive as he could be, he was well over seven feet tall now, his muscles bulked up heavily with energy and a whitish looking aura sticking close to his body. His last action was a simple one, a hard right cross, aimed at the smaller Saiyan's jaw. He had learned much in his time around Frieza, now it was time to put it all to use.


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Despite the Warlord's honest attempt to be tactful and precise, Tensile shattered his focus completely be screaming at him before releasing a twin pair of energy waves straight for him. Tarble cursed to himself as he dug his feet into the ground, knowing he didn't have the speed to weave past. He was going to endure! Crossing his arms in front of him for a solid block, the waves crashed into his forearms, sending burning pangs through his nerves as he struggled to keep himself grounded. The Saiyan let out a gentle pant as the smoke began to clear from the detonation, his arms slightly bruised and the jumpsuit along his arms torn up from the energy. This Super Namekian was no slouch, that was for sure. That opinion Tarble had of Tensile was only amplified as he closed the distance Tarble had taken care to make between them in a second, his fist smashing across the Saiyan's jaw in a flashy display.

The Warlord's face was knocked to the side, saliva spewing from his open mouth for a moment. He reeled back, the natural recoil and pain erupting throughout his senses. He wanted to massage the area to ease the pain, but there was no time. Tensile turned the intensity of this battle up a notch, so Tarble needed to respond in kind. Smashing his foot back into the ground below, Tarble looked up at Tensile. His body had grown to tower over his own short stature-- his bloodline had cursed him with a such a small figure, but he wasn't going to let that bother him right now. Jumping up, he moved his body in mid-air, attempting to slam the tip of his boot across Tensile's jaw in kind. It may not do a lot of damage, but it was meant to be more symbolic than anything. Whatever this Super Namekian was willing to dish out, Tarble was going to give it right back no matter what it possibly took from him.

"I'm only sorry I can't call upon everything! You're truly a mighty opponent, Tensile," he said with complete honesty. His few run-ins with Namekians in his old world led him to believe that they were a fragile, weak race. It wasn't racism nor outside influences that made him think such a way, it was just how they acted around him and fought against him. But this creature was different. He was an outlier, a man that chose to stand above his peers. He was a Namekian that Tarble could say he respected, and with that, he would give a proper Saiyan greeting. He backed off, flipping once through the air as he cocked his arms behind him, his left palm overlapping his right as purple energy began to well up in his hands. "Let's try this," he muttered to himself before shooting his palms forward, releasing a mighty violet beam of energy in the form of the infamous Galick Gun. It was a technique taught to him by his brother, and it seemed that his body was able to remember this technique at the very least. It was funny how family ties worked, even through universes, his brother's teachings really stuck with him.
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The attack connected with the smaller being. It was enough to stagger him for the moment. In some ways, Tensile wanted to focus upon pressing the advantage. He could have done a lot more to slow down the Saiyan, but it seemed they were not on the same level at this point. Perhaps in time they would, but that was something that was indeed not happening right now. He would gain the power he needed in time to be able to fight evenly in time, but for now, Tensile held a clear advantage. The ending of the strike was enough to send the Saiyan twisting to one side for a moment. He could see the strike was non-lethal, something he was pleased by. He didn't need to kill this one in the first blow, it wouldn't be a good thing at all.

He could recall a bit of the Saiyan race from Ignu's memories. They were indeed a warrior race, one that got more powerful the more they did battle. Getting beaten down and standing up tends to help them out quite a bit as well. Perhaps this would be what pushed the young warrior over the edge and helped him tap into part of his hidden powers. If it was, then he would have someone to look forwards to fighting with again in the near future. It could honestly prove to be most interesting in time as well, who knows where or when they would see each other again.

The strike that Tarble had given in return caused his head to turn partly around. He took a half step backwards. The strike would have knocked many of his people down, but Tensile was indeed no slouch, he was a warrior through and through. Many Namekians were frail and weak warriors. While they could dish out the damage when they needed to, most of his kind, from what he could remember, where not true warriors, at least not any more. Tensile shifted to look back at the Saiyan, a small trail of his purple blood trailing from his lips as he smiled down at him.

“You will be able to gain that power back in time... But for now, let us see what you have, and if I can really pull more power out of you. I want to see you give me everything you have!” Tensile called out, locking his stance down and looking at the warrior before him. There was a fire in his eyes, and Tensile wanted to see that same kind of fire in the eyes of Tarble. There was not supposed to be any form of holding back, and he knew that once the warrior got going, he would not hold himself back for very long.

With this attack being charged up, Tensile held himself still, watching and waiting for the attack. He was going to give the Saiyan a chance to give it all he had before he would move in to end this in one way or another. If this attack didn't burn him down, or at least force him to use some of his regeneration, then he would know that his full power was wasted, and there was no real reason to push this battle any further than it needed to be. If it was enough to cause some level of harm... Then he would be most pleased by the arrangement of things.


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Tarble stood in place as his technique charged, the Super Namekian calling out to him. He asked him to bring everything he had, to call upon the power he had locked away. The Warlord was happy to oblige if he could, but there was no way he could do it the way he was. He was about to use a sizable chunk of his energy, and for what? To take on a man that was fully expecting to take the blow? There was no pride in feeding into that behavior. Tarble was more determined to show what he could do, not the power he could possibly possess. He let out a grunt as his hands came forth, but instead of aiming toward Tensile, he dug his beam straight into the ground. The head of the beam burst into the hardened soil below and dug through, hitting the molten magma that lied beneath them. Tarble smiled up at Tensile, retracting his hands as the realm shook around them. "You want to see what I do when I run at full capacity..? Fine, no more holding back," he exclaimed as his hands balled into fists. His white aura shimmered around his body in erratic bursts, his voice booming through the sky.

The ground beneath them began to crumble away from the force of his Galick Gun, the rocks they once stood on beginning to fall into the lava that grew more and more irritated. Tarble jumped as high as he could into the air, cocking both of his arms behind his body as violet energy formed in both of his palms. This would likely cost him most of the remaining Ki he had in the tank, but it would be worth it just to have one shot at showing this Namekian that there was more to Tarble than met the eye. Lightning struck down, slamming into Tarble's back as it began to travel through his body. It was merely another conduit, unlocking part of the potential that the Warlord kept hidden within. He screamed in pain and effort as the sparks coursed into the orbs he charged. "Galick Burst!"

The unique evolution of the Galick Gun that even his brother couldn't tap into was unleashed as he pushed both of his hands forward, a brilliant beam of energy shooting downward. A spiral of wild lightning danced along its surface as it threatened to overwhelm the Super Namekian. Between the beam above and the heated lava below, Tarble's plan finally came to a head. He had Tensile between a rock and a hard place, and since he didn't need to worry about death, he also didn't need to worry about holding back on his own tactics. "Now let's see how much you can take, Super Namekian!" Tarble yelled as he grinned happily. There was no better feeling that being in the midst of such an intense battle, and he had a feeling Tensile felt the very same way.
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He had to admit, the idea that Tarble had come up with a pretty decent one. He had used his initial attack to not aim at Tensile, who would have tanked a blast like that and come back at him with something far, far worse, but he instead shot it into the ground. In this arena, it was enough to upset the magma that rested under them. The ground under him had been pretty well damaged, and it was enough to start bringing the magma up, turning into lava and slowly allowing the pressure on the ancient volcano to subside. This would shift the entire way the landscape was, but that hardly mattered at this point. Tensile would drop the bulk, shrinking down to his normal size as Tarble started to charge up his next attack.

When the second attack came, Tensile shifted. He knew he could tank it, but that would risk crushing everything under him and making him fall into the lava below. He could outrun it, but that would make attacking this one pretty difficult as well. There was a lot of options, but only one of those options was the right one. He was going to show the Saiyan where he stood in terms of scale, so when they met next time, they could better gauge their own growth and abilities. Crossing his arms, he floated up several inches. He was going to use his energy as a buffer behind him to keep from falling into the lava.

As the attack struck, Tensile dug in. The beam impacted with his arms, his eyes narrowing as he focused. As the beam pushed him back slightly, he would turn, deciding to not chance it if he didn't have to. The Galick burst attack would roll along his arms, taking his left arm with it as he shifted, allowing it to go into ground as he shot up like a rocket as well. In the air, they would be even in terms of location, and with a roar, he would regrow his lost arm.

“It has been a long time since I was forced to regrow a limb... In this state, it has nothing to do with my real body... Let us see how you do with a few other things...” He said, his breathing heavy from being forced to heal to much damage in a short time span. Raising up his hand, he would point a single finger at Tensile. “Prepare yourself.” He said, his words dark and, to many on Imecka, intimidating. He wondered faintly if this would be the same for how Tarble felt. Either way, it was time.

Flashing of light was all the warning that Tarble would get. The Finger Beam was targeted at the Saiyan's left shoulder. While Tensile had a few tricks left up his sleeves, he was going to wait on a number of them, and simply allow Tarble to get the full brunt of what could be done here and now. He didn't want the boy to worry about not being able to give it his all. Even if the first beam missed, Tensile would fire a second, this one was aimed for an odd location, the left forearm.


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The attack itself was beautiful, overwhelming the inside of the volcano with the Galick Burst. It was a technique he had learned during his time in this new world, so it was nice to see that it was effective. He was still getting used to things in this time, opening and closing his hands to try and get a beat on his current fatigue level. The Galick Burst took a lot out of him, so he wasn't going to be able to go in too hard for the next couple minutes. Letting out a soft sigh, he watched as Tensile blocked the attack head-on, only to redirect it and give up a limb in the process. Tarble smiled. He knew well enough to know that Namekians could regrow their limbs damn near instantly, so to sacrifice one to redirect an attack.. it was a smart tactic, credit was given.

As Tensile made quick work of regenerating, Tarble got on his guard, knowing that the battle wasn't just going to end on that note. The Super Namekian panted out from healing up, but he was ready to keep going, stating that the Warlord must prepare himself. He grinned, refining his defensive stance for now. He wasn't going to underestimate this Namekian. Suddenly, a focused beam of energy threatened his shoulder, Tarble making quick work of deflecting it off to the side with his left arm. However, the second was a shock, suddenly smacking into his forearm and tearing through the flesh. Tarble recoiled from the damage as it tore through the fabric of his jumpsuit, just grazing him enough to draw some blood. "Damn, nice shot.. let me try."

Tarble widened his eyes all of a sudden, letting streaks of lightning emit from his body and toward Tensile. If they managed to land, they'd at least lower his speed for the moment. He knew that Tensile was the faster of the two of them for the moment, so he needed to land attacks that could swing the advantage in his favor. Right after this attack, whether he landed it or not, Tarble dashed forward through the air and aimed to slam the brunt of his elbow into Tensile's jaw. All the while, mid-dash, he formed a crimson sphere of energy in his opposing palm behind his body. The Crusher Ball.

Crackling energy formed around the sphere before Tarble brought it from underneath, attempting to slam it into the Super Namekian's chest and overwhelm him with the upcoming explosion. As it detonated, Tarble put some distance between the two of them, taking a moment to catch his breath. This injury was a problem because he couldn't regenerate it, but if he could just get his energy back, maybe he could try doing something against with his Galick Burst. For now, he was just going to have to stall this out and hope Tensile doesn't go in too deep.
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The beam attacks, while not as successful as he had first hoped, did indeed help boil a few things down. The first beam being deflected or dodged is what he expected, and when Tarble did that, the second one raced out. Tensile was working on limiting the overall attacking ability of his foe, and with that kind of strike, it would indeed chip away at his ability to defend himself, and to deal any kind of major damage. A smiled was upon his lips no matter what however. The strike was enough to at least draw blood, so in a way, they were even. At least at this stage. Little by little, Tensile would turn up the heat, at least until they got ripped back to their own bodies.

Indeed. Have at it. Let us see what you have to give.” He said, grinning a bit as this worked to push the Saiyan a bit harder. Tensile had to know his own limits as well. He was going to need to know this for the future. There was a lot of work for him in the long run of things, and he didn't want to get left behind too far in the dust with his Commander and Friends. Popping his neck, he waited for Tarble, at least for a moment, and then he saw the lightning. There was a reaction time that existed from brain to body, even if it use of energy, and the speed of light waits for no one.

Before he could move away, Tensile grit his teeth at the sudden burst of pain as his muscles locked up. Ok, this was not good at all. The flash of pain dulled out, but his muscles hurt and would take a few moments to heal and or recover, depending on what he needed to shake this kind technique off. Tensile was not used to this style of attack, and he found it slightly annoying. When his eyes opened, he could see the Saiyan rushing at him like a bullet from a gun. The elbow strike hit him hard enough to send him spinning for a moment, but before the Crusher Ball could land, Tensile retaliated. He was not quite ready to hit with such an attack, even at close range. When the arm of Tarble came in, ready to swing the attack into his torso, Tensile would grab said limb, keeping it away from himself for the moment.

Pointing a finger towards the Saiyan, he would fire the finger beam at near point blank range. He was not aiming for anything vital or important, but he was going to make it hurt. The energy was aimed for his stomach currently, once again, he was not aiming for vital points, he knew better. Killing him in the astral form could be... Damaging in reality. It is disjointed, dying in your mind and then snapping back to a living body. Some times the trauma was enough to end a life.



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