genessia | [Video]

Entry tags:

[Video]

[When the feed clicks on, he can be seen standing in the middle of Attleton's Colosseum, much to the annoyance of the spectators and assembled fighters.]

I have gone far too long without a decent challenge. As such, I have decided that I will not leave the Colosseum until that need is satiated. This is an open challenge to any and all who wish to test their mettle, come find me, and I will engage any who step into this arena. Be warned, however. I will not hold back. I intend to exercise my power to the absolute fullest for the first time since setting foot in this place.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I see.

[He goes silent for a moment and his expression shifts into something unreadable.]

Alright, I've decided to become your opponent. I'm still pretty unfamiliar with this whole place, so give me a little while to get there.

As I said before, I will be here until I find a worthy opponent.

Then I guess I'll have try my best to satisfy you.

[Touma then cuts the video feed.]

***

"Sorry for taking so long. I got kind of lost."

It took him two hours, but he finally managed to arrive at his destination. Although the teenager claimed he got lost, his clothing spoke a different tale. Bits of discarded food and unidentifiable stains could be seen clinging to his clothes. In addition to the trash, his clothes were sporting several tears that reveled a few minor cuts hidden underneath them. Touma, in a futile effort to look more presentable, tried his best to brush off the more noticeable food scraps covering him. Beside the awful state of his clothing and spiky hair, there wasn't anything else particularly noticeable about him.

Once he felt somewhat satisfied with his ruined clothes, he took his place in front of Mewtwo and shifted his feet into a more balanced position. The distance between them was large enough that it would take the average human a few seconds to cover it with a sprint.

"Ready whenever you are."

Edited 2016-08-02 06:02 (UTC)

Were Mewtwo anyone else, perhaps he would've been insulted at the state of Touma's attire. However, he was more annoyed that he was made to wait for the challenge. Once Touma indicated he was ready, Mewtwo extended his arms out in front of him before spreading them apart. Once they were at his shoulders, however, a large number of star-shaped projectiles sprang out of the air behind him, covering a wide area with the projectiles.

Like a miniature meteor shower, the star-shaped projectiles streaked across the air on a collision course towards him. Their vast numbers were obviously designed to overwhelm him and make any attempt to escape their presence an impossibility. This left Touma with two options; either endure the onslaught of shooting stars or barrel straight through them. With the stars swiftly closing in on him, he needed to make a decision.

The teenager lowered his body into a crouch as the shimmering imitations approached and with one powerful kick, he launched himself right into the barrage. Keeping his body low, he nimbly weaved through the projectiles with practiced ease. Their numbers may seem overwhelming at first glance, but there were many little holes within their formation as a consequence of them being spread out in such a wide area. Touma decided to take advantage of this and set a course for Mewtwo.

As Touma advanced, Mewtwo floated backward a few feet, keeping a healthy amount of distance between the pair. As he did, he quickly fired off a ball of purple energy that appeared almost smoky as it sped toward him.

Edited 2016-08-12 01:43 (UTC)

Right as he emerged from the star-shaped storm, Touma found himself nearly colliding headfirst into a smoldering, purple orb. Dodging was still possible, but doing so would require him to practically throw himself off to the side and consequently kill his momentum. The last thing he needed was to give Mewtwo more time to distance himself. Instead, Touma raised his right hand up to counter the strange projectile. The ghostly orb immediately vanished upon touching his right hand and the teenager continued forward unimpeded. He was now only a couple feet away from striking distance.

Rather than attempting to counter, Mewtwo decided to take the split second he had to reinforce his defenses, strengthening the barrier he kept around him in preparation for whatever Touma would throw at him.

Now within range, Touma pivoted his waist and unleashed a powerful right hook aimed at Mewtwo's face. The invisible barrier surrounding the artificial Pokemon did little to avert his fist and the result was akin to a brick smashing through a window. His fist shattered the barrier with a deafening crash as it sailed towards its target. A solid hit from his incoming attack had the potential to not only inflict serious blunt trauma, but also stagger Mewtwo long enough to continue his assault uninterrupted.

Well that was unexpected. The shock of his barriers being so easily broken left him dazed momentarily, allowing the punch to connect directly with Mewtwo's chin, sending him skidding backward several feet. However, the damage he sustained seemed minimal at best. In fact, there was something in his eyes now, something feral, as an almost unhinged smirk formed on his lips.

After lowering his arms from the defensive pose, his eyes shone a brilliant blue as a wave of invisible psychic energy came speeding at Touma with the force of a freight train behind it.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Video]

Video

Re: Video

Video - Action

Action

Action

Action

Action

Re: Action

Action

Action