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Resting time was over
The air of the arena began to stir once again as the combatants began to retake their positions in the battle. Each coming from his respective area of rest, all three combatants looked as if the rest had done them a world of good. While scratches, bruises, and an all about rustled look remained, all fighters had their most grievous of wounds tended to by the awaiting medical staff, but no other comfort was afforded the fighters, aside from nourishment. While the fighters rested and were treated for their severe wounds, food was also supplied so that they wouldnât pass out due to starvation, as the rumble was lasting much longer than any had anticipated.
Engar had been resting alongside his dinh Cucumba, who had made certain to not aid his pupil too much, as he didnât want to be accused of tampering with the fight.
âYou have done very well my apprentice, but I worry that you have expended too much in destroying Pride. I wish for you to take a more passive role to begin with in this battle if you can, you still need more time to recuperate the energy and life force that you have lost.â
Engar looked toward his mentor with awe, gratitude, and respect all at once. He refused to believe that Cucumba could be the monster that Pride had so assuredly accused him of being. He knew his master as another, one who was gracious to the weak and protector of all things that stood for right. To even think that his master could be evilâ¦he did not believe it. He may follow his master wherever and whichever way he went, but he would not believe that it was an evil way.
âI appreciate your concern for me master, but you know as well as I do that there is no such thing as a passive role in this fight. If I wish to win, then I need to keep going.â
Cucumba looked upon his apprentice with swelling pride. His arm bandaged up so that it at least looked decent, he looked like he should be in a hospital rather than re-entering the battle. But Engar was a stubborn one, and tough to boot, Cucumba was sure that no one would outlast him in this battle, no, there will be no other standing along with him, not a single one.
Hwoarang and Gohan also came from their respective areas, shaking off the stiffness that had settled in their muscles and bones due to the rest. Hwoarang was feeling quite at ill with the demise of his partner and friend, Pride, and was itching to get his shot at taking down Engar in a fair fight.
Iâll take that bastard down if it is the last thing I do, thought Hwoarang, If Pride has perished, and Brim is down for the count, the tables have turned against me, I am now the only remaining Catalyst member. I have to show them that we are strong, I have to prove that they canât simply count us out, like weâre just ordinary people, we are strong, and I know I can prove that.
Gohan emerged from his rest with a question on his mind. Should I continue to pursue this fragile alliance with Engar, or do I need to begin attacking him now if I wish to beat him in the end? As he tossed this idea about his head he surveyed
Cucumba stood, having returned to the officiating box, and gazed out upon the arena. The place had been ripped limb from limb. Giant boulders lay scattered all around the arena, accompanied by more rubble, chairs that had been ripped from the stands to make Engarâs mighty iron beasts lay strewn about. Tattered and torn by the destruction, one would think that a war had been waged throughout the arena. And whoâs to say one hadnât. With the force and destructive power that the combatants had been putting out, Cucumba was amazed that there wasnât more destruction than what already was there.
âWell then,â Cucumbaâs voice boomed from the announcers box and echoed through the crumbling facility, âI think that we have had more than enough of stalling, LETâS BEGIN!â
The fighters stood in a three-starred formation, each giving one eye for either opponent. A moment hung in the air, time froze, each of the fighters gave a split second to try and anticipate the moves of their opponentsâ¦and they all guessed correctly.
Hwoarang flew toward Engar with blurring speed, making himself appear as nothing but a blue and white blur. Expecting this move, Engar took a defensive stance in Hwoarangâs direction, anticipating the kicks to come his direction, but what Engar didnât anticipate was the foot he took to the back of the head, sending him face-forward into the ground.
Brim...
Brimâ¦
Do you feel that Brim? Do you feel their power? Itâs incredible, yes, but you know that you have that power too donât you.
âWhat...who are you?â
Haha, you ask me who I am? You know very well who I am; Iâve been here for a long time.
âNo, I donât know who you are; if I did I wouldnât have asked the question.â
How easily you forget the past, I wonder if that is on purpose. You know me very well indeed; in fact, Iâm the only reason you are here. Do you think that the powers you possess are a commonality?
âThe power I wield is that of my own, no one elseâsâ
You are wrong at that assumption, your power was formidable to begin with, that is true, but the powers that you now posses are inherent from me. Donât you remember the first time we met?
âWhat do you mean? I donât remember anything about thatâ¦Iâ¦Iâ
Throwing out his only flesh arm as he fell, Engar planted his hand and twisted his body, swinging his right foot at Gohanâs face. That bastard, trying to take me from behind, knowing that Hwoarang and I would be gunning for each otherâ¦that mistake will not go unpunished.
Engarâs spinning kick just grazed Gohanâs head enough to blow back his hair, but didnât connect. Beginning to doubt if he had made the right move, Gohan threw up his left forearm to block Engarâs encore kick with the left foot. Thatâs ok, he thought, he has already forgotten about his main worry.
And Engar had indeed forgotten about his main worry for that split second, and was rewarded for his forgetfulness with a kick to the ribs once he had gotten on his feet. Then he felt another, and another as Hwoarang began a Tae Kwan Do assault on the young modiwan. Delivering successful blow after blow, Hwoarang launched a ruthless assault on Engar, his anger fueling his drive.
Recovering for a split second, Engar reached out with his arm and caught the next oncoming kick, only to receive another kick to the back of his head as Hwoarang launched his body into the air with a spinning kick by his free leg.
As Engar fell to the ground, Hwoarang was greeted by an energy blast the size of his head. Blown away by the attack, Hwoarang looked forward and gave Gohan the evil eye as he recovered mid-air. I guess that means that he has no alliances, unless they suit him best.
Cucumba watched from above with an approving look. They are building up steam, good, fairly soon we will be seeing fighting of the scale previous to the break. But⦠Cucumba couldnât shake that feelingâ¦what was it?
The air of the arena began to stir once again as the combatants began to retake their positions in the battle. Each coming from his respective area of rest, all three combatants looked as if the rest had done them a world of good. While scratches, bruises, and an all about rustled look remained, all fighters had their most grievous of wounds tended to by the awaiting medical staff, but no other comfort was afforded the fighters, aside from nourishment. While the fighters rested and were treated for their severe wounds, food was also supplied so that they wouldnât pass out due to starvation, as the rumble was lasting much longer than any had anticipated.
Engar had been resting alongside his dinh Cucumba, who had made certain to not aid his pupil too much, as he didnât want to be accused of tampering with the fight.
âYou have done very well my apprentice, but I worry that you have expended too much in destroying Pride. I wish for you to take a more passive role to begin with in this battle if you can, you still need more time to recuperate the energy and life force that you have lost.â
Engar looked toward his mentor with awe, gratitude, and respect all at once. He refused to believe that Cucumba could be the monster that Pride had so assuredly accused him of being. He knew his master as another, one who was gracious to the weak and protector of all things that stood for right. To even think that his master could be evilâ¦he did not believe it. He may follow his master wherever and whichever way he went, but he would not believe that it was an evil way.
âI appreciate your concern for me master, but you know as well as I do that there is no such thing as a passive role in this fight. If I wish to win, then I need to keep going.â
Cucumba looked upon his apprentice with swelling pride. His arm bandaged up so that it at least looked decent, he looked like he should be in a hospital rather than re-entering the battle. But Engar was a stubborn one, and tough to boot, Cucumba was sure that no one would outlast him in this battle, no, there will be no other standing along with him, not a single one.
Hwoarang and Gohan also came from their respective areas, shaking off the stiffness that had settled in their muscles and bones due to the rest. Hwoarang was feeling quite at ill with the demise of his partner and friend, Pride, and was itching to get his shot at taking down Engar in a fair fight.
Iâll take that bastard down if it is the last thing I do, thought Hwoarang, If Pride has perished, and Brim is down for the count, the tables have turned against me, I am now the only remaining Catalyst member. I have to show them that we are strong, I have to prove that they canât simply count us out, like weâre just ordinary people, we are strong, and I know I can prove that.
Gohan emerged from his rest with a question on his mind. Should I continue to pursue this fragile alliance with Engar, or do I need to begin attacking him now if I wish to beat him in the end? As he tossed this idea about his head he surveyed
Cucumba stood, having returned to the officiating box, and gazed out upon the arena. The place had been ripped limb from limb. Giant boulders lay scattered all around the arena, accompanied by more rubble, chairs that had been ripped from the stands to make Engarâs mighty iron beasts lay strewn about. Tattered and torn by the destruction, one would think that a war had been waged throughout the arena. And whoâs to say one hadnât. With the force and destructive power that the combatants had been putting out, Cucumba was amazed that there wasnât more destruction than what already was there.
âWell then,â Cucumbaâs voice boomed from the announcers box and echoed through the crumbling facility, âI think that we have had more than enough of stalling, LETâS BEGIN!â
The fighters stood in a three-starred formation, each giving one eye for either opponent. A moment hung in the air, time froze, each of the fighters gave a split second to try and anticipate the moves of their opponentsâ¦and they all guessed correctly.
Hwoarang flew toward Engar with blurring speed, making himself appear as nothing but a blue and white blur. Expecting this move, Engar took a defensive stance in Hwoarangâs direction, anticipating the kicks to come his direction, but what Engar didnât anticipate was the foot he took to the back of the head, sending him face-forward into the ground.
Brim...
Brimâ¦
Do you feel that Brim? Do you feel their power? Itâs incredible, yes, but you know that you have that power too donât you.
âWhat...who are you?â
Haha, you ask me who I am? You know very well who I am; Iâve been here for a long time.
âNo, I donât know who you are; if I did I wouldnât have asked the question.â
How easily you forget the past, I wonder if that is on purpose. You know me very well indeed; in fact, Iâm the only reason you are here. Do you think that the powers you possess are a commonality?
âThe power I wield is that of my own, no one elseâsâ
You are wrong at that assumption, your power was formidable to begin with, that is true, but the powers that you now posses are inherent from me. Donât you remember the first time we met?
âWhat do you mean? I donât remember anything about thatâ¦Iâ¦Iâ
Throwing out his only flesh arm as he fell, Engar planted his hand and twisted his body, swinging his right foot at Gohanâs face. That bastard, trying to take me from behind, knowing that Hwoarang and I would be gunning for each otherâ¦that mistake will not go unpunished.
Engarâs spinning kick just grazed Gohanâs head enough to blow back his hair, but didnât connect. Beginning to doubt if he had made the right move, Gohan threw up his left forearm to block Engarâs encore kick with the left foot. Thatâs ok, he thought, he has already forgotten about his main worry.
And Engar had indeed forgotten about his main worry for that split second, and was rewarded for his forgetfulness with a kick to the ribs once he had gotten on his feet. Then he felt another, and another as Hwoarang began a Tae Kwan Do assault on the young modiwan. Delivering successful blow after blow, Hwoarang launched a ruthless assault on Engar, his anger fueling his drive.
Recovering for a split second, Engar reached out with his arm and caught the next oncoming kick, only to receive another kick to the back of his head as Hwoarang launched his body into the air with a spinning kick by his free leg.
As Engar fell to the ground, Hwoarang was greeted by an energy blast the size of his head. Blown away by the attack, Hwoarang looked forward and gave Gohan the evil eye as he recovered mid-air. I guess that means that he has no alliances, unless they suit him best.
Cucumba watched from above with an approving look. They are building up steam, good, fairly soon we will be seeing fighting of the scale previous to the break. But⦠Cucumba couldnât shake that feelingâ¦what was it?