For our fourth round, We've got fighters from distant planets! Surely, they'll both bring a skill set we've never seen before! Techniques that'll blow our minds!
What tricks will these mighty fighters have up their sleeves!? What wonders will they bring from their home worlds!?
Sora was doing some light warm-ups, stretches, and plenty of battle strategy thinking. The strategy boiled down to hitting them harder than they could hit him. As long as he could maintain this, he would probably win. Then he heard his name, and another name, Ocus, called to the ring. "Oh shit. It's my turn already? Ocus? That's a funny name." Sora made his way out of the fighting lobby, and then he saw his opponent. "Dear god, what ARE you? You're pink. And you look angry. Oh well, good fight to you!" Sora stuck out his fist, indicating he wanted a fist bump.
Given that Ocus wasn't very good with people and talking, he didn't exactly like the oppositions tone or his words. Sure, the fighter ended his sentence with good to fight you but it was already too late, Ocus' child like mindset was already offended by some of the words said and he wasn't going to tolerate it or let the warrior get away with it. "OCUS IS NO FUNNY NAME!" At this point in time his purple aura flared up around him as he clenched his fists, his face began to tense up as he gritted his teeth back and fourth. Smoke began to shoot from the holes in his head as his red eyes starred down the opposition. "OCUS ISN'T PINK! OCUS IS OCUS!" He exclaimed loudly as he was preparing to go in for the attack, he needed to punish this opposing creature for his words, his insults. Who did he think he was? Insulting Ocus right off the bat!? He was lucky that Ocus didn't have his former power, the universe busting power that would've ended this fight in a flick.. the power that Ocus so desperately wanted to return too. Surely, Sora would've had some kind of reaction to Ocus' last statement but the fact was that Ocus wasn't aware of what pink, had been. He didn't know it was a color, he simply just assumed that it was some kind of an insult that couldn't be tolerated, it was something that would need to be punished and Ocus was going to try his absolute best to see that through. After all, if he let this guy get away with it.. Others would try and that simply wasn't going to be an acceptable route to take, he needed to stick up for himself in every way possible.
The crowd had been cheering and waiting for a fight, what they didn't know was that Ocus would be brutal if he had the chance. The power level difference had been there and Ocus was well aware but that wasn't going to stop him from trying his absolute best to brutalize this guy. The facts were simple, he didn't care about this tournament nor the win. He was here because his whole group came together and it was an opportunity to have some fun and play with some fools but Ocus had been bound and determined to make the most brutal of the fights in this tournament happen and he didn't even care if he was going to be disqualified for it was all irrelevant so long as he was having the time of his life.
"YOU'RE GONNA GET BEAT UP!" It was at this point that Ocus started pounding his chest with his fists like a giant ape that had lost his mind. Surely, by now Sora would understand that there was no reason behind Ocus' mindset. There was no logic and there was a lack of education. To some, this might've been a laughing matter but to most.. this could've been very intimidating because it was unpredictable, you can't counter something like that until the last minute when you risked taking damage or getting hurt, even the most skilled fighters would struggle to pick up on any of Ocus' body language or thoughts. Hell, even Ocus didn't know what he was going to do until the action was in the process of being executed. After all the steam was done blasting from his head and he finished pounding his chest, he let his arms drop to his sides as he started skipping towards Sora. "La la la la." He began making a tune, though it wasn't very good or clear but that was just a diversion, it was something to surprise the opponent and make them lose focus for a moment because the attack was about to start.
The fist bump that Sora had requested was clearly denied, Ocus didn't have an interest in making friends here or being a civil, respectable fighter. The competition was the enemy and nothing more, this wasn't a friendly exhibition. This was a war, a war that needed to be won by the strongest of the two and with his abilities, Ocus was confident that he could win this thing while dealing the maximum amount of pain possible, that's why he was here after all. Brutalize and punish, all while having the time of his life. His goal was to make the tournament announcer panic and make the crowd struggle to watch the ongoing savagery. It was going to be hard to do, but he was going to try his absolute best to have that dream come true! After all, what was life without goals and dreams to chase? Without those, one would've amounted to nothing by the end of their years.
At this point Ocus started rotating his left fist around wildly, almost like a child winding up a baseball in a windmill type fashion. Though this was only brief before he sent a right fist stretching across the remaining distance towards Sora. It was aimed for his jawline. There was definitely time to react and counter attack but Ocus wasn't worried about that, he wasn't thinking that far ahead. He was taking this fight one step at a time and he was going to do his best to show off some of his crazy abilities. The one he was most looking forward to was his regenerative body, he was going to bluntly take a fist and simply show off how he could recover from it, possibly to toy with his opponent. Maybe it would make them doubt themselves as a fighter, maybe it would discourage them to a degree. Whatever it could do, it was worth trying it because there was nothing better than beating on a hopeless fighter. It was one thing to beat up on a normal fighter but somebody's who's will had been broken? Now that was the best and that is what he craved. Stretchy Punch Sent: %5 Damage @ 100 damage. 50 Stamina reduced.
Word Count: 1,000 Power Level: 2,000 Health: 2,000 Stamina: 1,950 Ki: 2,000
