Two Headstrong Hybrids [Pluto/Athren]

The day couldn't have been any better, it was warm and sunny out and the wildlife in the region were out and about. The singing of the birds, the croaks of the frogs, the baa's of the sheep. They were all echoing throughout the air. Of course Athren couldn't have cared less about the animals but the day was one that he was going to enjoy deeply. Given that Athren had just recently acquired his heavy training weights it was time that he actually used them, he needed them to get stronger and that was the plan but he wasn't sure what kind of training he wanted to do today. In truth, he was interested in a light spar but neither Kira nor Ukare were around once again. Those two had more of a life then he did and were always out and about to continue their daily lives. Athren on the other hand designated all of his time to training and that was it, his goal was to benefit himself and he couldn't really care any less about the majority of the population of the planet. He was all about him. The only downside of this was when he was actually wanted to train with somebody and they weren't around, he had nobody to fight with. It was a struggle but one that he was getting used too. You see, back when he was in the PTO he trained with his saiyan squad on the daily and they pushed him to be better than he was but here? He was already better than most, he didn't need an extra push. He trained because he wanted to train and that was it.

"Surely, there's got to be some fighters on this planet. Right?" He rubbed his chin curiously as he began to focus in on any higher energy signatures. For a brief moment his eyes would've closed as he remained calm and focused. It was at this point that he picked up somebody that might've been a good challenge for him given that he had the weights. Given that he was curious, bored and in need of a spar he decided that his best course of action was to go see who it was and see if they might've been interested in a little training session. It was quite possible that they would've said no but it wouldn't hurt to try, right? At this point Athren had nothing to lose, he only had everything to gain and if there was even a slight chance somebody would spar against him he needed to take it. The stronger he got the better, the simple fact was the PTO was lodged into the back of his mind and for good reason. He never quite knew when he'd meet them again or when he'd have to fight for his life against their waves of minions and their elites. In all honesty, it would've been a thought that excited him and he knew it was only a matter of time.

Before he left Athren would've equipped his armored chest that had the heavy training weights build into it and blasted off into the sky. His orange aura flaring up brightly around him as he reached his top speed. At this point in time he was almost eager to see what the potential was, maybe they would've been somebody really great and maybe they would've been somebody who was already peaked at their best. He just never knew, but he knew that he was going to find out. Reaching the field Athren would've set his sights on a lone warrior training in the field, at this point it seemed like his chances of training with somebody would've been pretty high. A majority of fighters didn't mind training with somebody else as it could potentially be a motivator but Athren typically wasn't one to do that.
Before he decided to land, Athren stopped in the air and simply observed the fighters routine. He figured maybe he could learn something about him in case a spar did happen and Athren knew that the more one knew of his opponent, the better your odds were about winning.

When he realized that he was just wasting his time and he wasn't going to learn anything special about the fighter he slowly made his descent and landed a few feet beside him. His ocean blue eyes peered at the stranger as his grey tail flailed behind him. "You're a fighter, huh?" Athren would've crossed his arms before looking away from the man. You see, he wasn't good at this meeting strangers thing and he wasn't much for being the social guy, but in this case he was willing to make an exception. "You seem to be one of the stronger power levels I could sense out on this planet, I'm curious.." He paused for a moment as he starred off into the distance. "You wouldn't be interested in a little training session. Would you?" It was at this point he slowly turned his head back, his ocean blues starring at the stranger once more to await an answer.

In all honesty, Athren hoped that this guy would've taken up the offer but there was always that slight chance that it wasn't going to happen and if that was the case Athren would've just peeled out of there and did his own thing like he normally did. He just hoped that if it did happen that this guy wasn't looking for friends or partners, that wasn't what this was. This was all about Athren getting better, he didn't care about the man in front of him or the land around them. He was here for him and that was it, he didn't want friendship or nothing. The only thing Athren wanted to take home from all of this was strength, he needed to be stronger for his own purposes and for once he was open to training with a stranger. Who would've guessed?

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Heavy Weights Equipped
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Athren really didn't know how this guy was going to take a stranger cutting into his training time and offering up a challenge but he knew he needed to await some kind of response and in truth it could've gone either way. If it was vice versa and this guy had found Athren and challenge him, it most likely would've been a no but on this particular day, a challenge was just what he craved. He needed to fulfill that desire to fight and test himself with his brand new weights and that's exactly what he was setting out to do, of course whether or not it was going to happen now was all dependent on the answer the man in front of him was going to provide him with. Athren would've crossed his fingers if he could've without it being noticed as he truly did hope for a spar with this stranger.

At this point Athren would've watched the man get up with a grunt and Athren would've easily picked up on the fact that he was in rough shape. It was safe to assume that he had been fighting which made Athren's heart race just a little bit more, he was excited knowing that an actual fighter was standing in front of him. Through his excitement though he was still able to focus on every single word the man had thrown out and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what he had heard. He found it hard to believe that saiyan's had been bothering him, Athren had been on Earth for quite a handful of years and hadn't bumped into a single one yet. "Saiyan's bothering you?" He paused for a moment as he rubbed his chin slightly. "You can't really blame them, you're an easy one to sense out. Let's face it, you're one of the strongest fighters that this planet has to offer.. and that right there, makes you a target for them." This was obviously Athren speaking from experience for it was the only reason that it had brought him here today. "Hell, that's why I'm here." If he hadn't been so strong, Athren would've found somebody else and simply moved on to find them instead but destiny had brought him here. At this point Athren would've crossed his arms against his chest one more, his posture sturdy and confident.

The man had gone on to explain that he doesn't usually deal with everybody who offered a fight but it appeared it was Athren's lucky day and he couldn't help but crack a very small smirk. It was funny almost, one didn't usually deal with challengers and Athren himself didn't usually make the challenges. He couldn't help but comment on this in his stern voice. "Guess we're both on the same page, I don't typically issue fights like this." At this point he would've shrugged his shoulders lightly.

At this point Athren would've watched as the man rotated his arms, it was obvious that he was slowly preparing for one hell of a sparring match. At this point Athren realized he was very under powered and he'd have to fight smart, he couldn't depend on power here. It was at this point that the man would've explained the man who targeted the ones with a saiyan tail and he couldn't help but arch a brow. Briefly his ocean blues looked down at his grey, flowing tail. "Fuck my shit up?" Athren couldn't help but chuckle at these words. "I've got a feeling that it won't be so easily done." At this point his ocean blues glared back to the man, Athren listening intensively once again.

The man continued to talk more and more about the one who fought those with tails and Athren's brow arched again curiously, though as he heard more he almost thought of it as his next big challenge.
If he could find this guy and beat him, he'd prove a point to himself and the big brute he was being told about. "He'll tear the thing off?" At this point Athren scoffed and shook his head slightly. "IF... and that's a big IF.. He did that." Athren paused for a moment before a devilish grin crossed over his face. "I'll tear the bastards head off." When Athren said this, he wasn't using a figure of speech, in fact he was speaking quite literally. "I've got to admit though, the sound of this guy interests me." He stated this again with a tone of pure confidence. "Although, I've got to ask.. What's this guys obsession with tails?" Athren would've arched a brow again, his mind wondering about the possibilities. Hell, maybe a saiyan wronged him in the past? Who really knew.

It was at this point in time that the man introduced himself as 'Pluto', it was a unique name but Athren was actually quite receptive of learning it. This was one he figured he'd actually retained. It was at this point that Athren would've taken a large leap back too, his feet sliding to a stop. "Names Athren." he stated with a grin.

Now that the introductions had been out of the way Athren would've slowly gotten into his fighting stance. His posture was strong and firm, his ocean blues starred down his opponent as he watched for any kind of movement to brace for. He knew he was going to be outmatched in every single way but that didn't stop him from getting a sheer thrill from this, in fact it would've boosted his excitement level. He was facing a real opponent, an actual challenge. This wasn't Kira who he could easily predict and beat down easily, this was somebody new and fresh. As Athren continued to watch his opponent he took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled, his heart pounded like a double peddle bass drum for the fight was about to begin and he couldn't wait. The only question was, who was going to make the first move?

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Seeing the smirk on Pluto's face, Athren wasn't quite sure what was going through his mind. In all honesty, it really could've been anything at this point. Whether it was a smirk at the compliments about being strong or something else, Athren wouldn't know for sure because he wasn't going to ask. In all honesty, it was quite irrelevant at this point in time. The only thing that really mattered was the fight that was to come. The main event would've been what was important, this chit chat was amusing but it really wasn't what he was here for. At this point Athren would've continued to listen to the words that Pluto was throwing around. At this point Athren could've agreed with him about the novelty thing. "You know, you're probably right." He shrugged his shoulders lightly again as they continued talking.

Athren continued to listen more intensely when the conversation was about the big strong guy who took tails as a prize. He couldn't help but arch his right eyebrow as Pluto went on about it, he said that the brute was a lot stronger than he was and went into some minor detail about it. "A lot stronger than you?" At this point Athren would've scratched his head curiously, he couldn't help but wonder how strong this mystery fighter actually was. He couldn't really be as strong as Pluto said, could he? Ah man, this was getting more and more exciting by the second! "I'm struggling to believe it, one hit?" Athren shook his head at this point. "There's no way he's that strong." He stated this with a curious tone full of doubts and disbelief. It was in the moment that Athren saw Pluto's reaction about it that he knew he was actually telling the truth, there wasn't any exaggeration or lies. Athren knew because he had that very same look on his face once upon a time.

Athren then listened to the rest of it, A saiyan pride thing? This was getting even more interesting, "A Saiyan pride thing?! So you're telling me this guys a saiyan too?" Ah man, a big brute of a saiyan that hunted down tails?! Athren absolutely needed to find this guy, fight him and beat him to prove overall saiyan dominance on this planet. He couldn't allow himself to get beat, he needed to work his ass off to insure he came out the victor because let's face it, Athren really didn't want to lose his tail or take that kind of a hit on his pride. That was something he couldn't live down now that he actually had time to prepare for the challenge. At this point Athren couldn't help but smirk and even chuckle. "I'd hate to tell you, but you're not going to get a chance to fight this guy again." At this point he shrugged his shoulders. "He's going to be deep in the ground by time you get around to fighting him." This was said this a hard tone of confidence, Athren believed he could do it so he was damn well going to do it.

Athren would've arched his brow upon observing the fighters stance, it was definitely a relaxed one at that. He actually hadn't seen one like that before and wasn't quite sure how to take it. It wasn't defensively based or offensive, it seemed like a very calm neutral but that changed in a heartbeat. Pluto crouched down and lunged himself towards Athren. Quickly Athren would've brought both of his arms up and crossed them to take the blow of the first punch, the collision of the fist sent his body sliding back a few feet, his boots left solid trails in the grass below them and the popping noise from the shear impact would've echoed throughout the field. ~Damn, He's fast!~ Athren would've thought to himself as he made an attempt to protect himself from the next hit. Unfortunately, Athren couldn't do much about it, the fist collided with his gut and he would've hunched over in pain, though it wasn't enough to render him useless. Athren still needed to react quickly if he didn't want to be eaten alive during this fight. As the roundhouse came his way he would've simply dropped to the ground and went for a leg sweep, it was quick and efficient and if it would've worked Athren would've used his momentum and turned on a hand to send a kick straight into Pluto's back and if this worked, Athren had hoped it would've taken the fight into the air.

If the fight had gone airborne, Athren would've blasted up forwards and tried to throw a very powerful punch at Pluto's face. Though Athren knew he was outclassed in both power and speed and didn't quite expect it to work. If it did, he would've been shocked. You see, at this point Athren knew that he needed to play this smart and slow, he needed to observe his opponents movements and even take some damage in order to figure out a way to counter such a difference in the speed and power department. This wouldn't be an easy feat, in fact it probably would've been one of the most challenging ones he had in a long time. If he could actually pull this off, he would have some kind of bragging rights and self appreciation. AThren knew that he was a powerful fighter and that not many could actually surpass him but this guy clearly did, he was one of the few that actually could and Athren knew he'd take a lesson from this fight regardless of the outcome. If he lost, he'd take home the lesson that he needed to continue to push himself further ahead and get stronger using any resource possible. If he won, he'd probably take some other kind of lesson home with him and that one would yet be determined, if he won he surely would find out in a hurry.

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It was only the first round of attacks thrown and it was already exhilarating. It had been quite a long time since Athren had a fight with a stranger, sure in this case the stakes weren't high at all but it still brought this sense of excitement to him. He knew there were no risks but he needed to try to one up the other fighter, he needed to dig deep and try to win it all for his pride and his own confidence. Of course, he already knew that this was going to be a very difficult feat but if he could actually pull it off, he'd be golden. Even if he wouldn't taken a hint it just meant that his hunch was right, this fight was going to be a tough one and it would push him further than he had gone in the last few months. He had a reason to win, he had a reason to but in one hundred percent. A dodge, follow by taking a hit wasn't terrible given the speed of the opposing warrior. Athren was happy with that and Athren was also very pleased that his counter attack starter off alright.

The leg sweep had worked perfectly as planned and even the follow up kick had worked well too. Athren had successfully sent Pluto upwards into the sky. In all honesty, Athren was quite surprised that this had worked so well given the speed difference though he would've came to the conclusion on why it worked, he could only assume that Pluto hadn't ventured off planet yet so the skill of the fighters he was used to fighting was limited. Most earthling fighters weren't professional the way that Athren was, Athren did it for a career, it was his lifestyle and it was his profession and he was damn good at it. He had years of experience that most didn't, he spent his whole life doing this by choice and he loved what he did.

Given that the leg sweep had worked at the kick and been a success, Athren had launched himself upwards with a raging punch aimed towards Pluto's jawline. This one wasn't so lucky though, Pluto had easily dismissed it to the side and left Athren wide open for punishment. You see, Athren was actually a very good fighter on both the offensive and defensive scales but in this scenario, defense wouldn't have worked well given the massive difference in speed. He knew that if he wanted a solid defense against this guy he'd only be able to focus on defense, he wouldn't be able to attack. The power and speed difference meant that he'd need to try and exchange shot for shot from time to time to get some damage.
It was a risk he needed to take otherwise, he'd just slowly wear down and break from the shear power difference.

Given that his punch had been dismissed to the side and he was wide open, he was simply awaiting punishment but it didn't come as rapidly as he would've guessed. Pluto had steadied himself quickly and Athren would've easily picked up on the fact that he had the best chance winning this fight in the air.
Athren would've taken the left hook to the cheek hard, his head tilting sideways but he couldn't help but smirk at this point in time, now he had some kind of solid ground to stand on, now he was getting more confident that he might be able to win this thing. Tilting his head back to his opponent Athren would've put both his arms out in an 'x' shape in front of him, this was to deal with the barrage of attacks. Though some would've made it through and collided with various body parts, none of them were able to cause significant damage.

Athren observed as another right hook came swinging his way and he decided not to fix what wasn't broken, so therefore he simply kept his guard up and took another hit to his arms. Though they were bruising and sore, they weren't going to hinder his fighting capacity at all. Given that this didn't take Athren any reaction time, he observed the next move carefully to try and choose the best possible option.

It was at this point that Athren had seen the elbow start to move and he was ready for it, as swiftly as he could he bobbed underneath it and let it fly over his head, his motion was smooth and elegant. It was like this was what he was waiting for, this perfect opportunity. With everything Athren had he would've launched a devastating right fisttowards Pluto's stomach but that wasn't the only move that Athren was going to try and pull off at this point. If this punch had landed Athren would've sent his left fist out to go for the uppercut and keeping the chain going he would've tried to bring his right leg up to the side of Pluto's body. This would've ended his combination and the last of his attacks was more to try to gain a little bit of distance than a full bore damage style attack.

His focus was perfect, Athren had found himself in a crystal clear mindset. This is what he did for a job for the past twenty five years, this was his career, his hobby, his motivation and basically his whole life rounded up into one singular fight. It was odd that he could look at it that way but that just meant he had to try harder and harder each time and for every single time that he dropped to the ground he'd have to get back up to his feet and that wasn't up for debate, that was how it was going to happen because Athren wouldn't ever quit, he wouldn't ever surrender and he damn sure wouldn't let himself be beat constantly by the same opponent. He needed to be the best.

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There had been something about a fight that brought out both the best of Athren and the worst, you see he loved every single second of a battle. Hitting somebody, getting hit.. it was all the same to him and it made his heart race quickly, his body taken over by excitement. Though in all honesty, he couldn't help but miss the day's were the battles were for his life, where ever single hit actually meant something. When the risks were higher the adrenaline levels were much higher as well at it was just an unreal feeling, one that Athren couldn't simulate elsewhere. His lust for a real battle was just too damn high for this planet and slowly he was losing his mind, inching towards a darker and darker path every time he fought. He often found himself balancing on a tightrope, of course this was metaphoric but on the left side he found himself with no intend to severely wound or kill and on the other? The right side? The right side was full of whom he used to be, it was to cause as much pain as possible, it was to torture and torment his opponent until they begged him to stop, it was to kill them when it was all said and done. Now of course, Athren wasn't going to cross this line here but it was always a thought, almost like a second nature.

Athren couldn't help but smirk when his stomach punch landed, even though he knew it didn't do much damage it brought a feeling to him like no other, something about this was getting to him, getting inside him and bringing out all his memories of previous fights. He knew this wasn't going to be the same outcome but he was enjoying it, it left him feeling pleased, thrilled, and even hungry. The hungry wasn't the hunger for food, it was something much different. It left him hungry for more, he wanted to receive further hits, he wanted to dish out further hits. He wanted to fight until the end of time and it was mostly captured in this moment, in this moment that's all he wanted. He wasn't worried about his past, or the concern about his future. He just wanted to live in this one moment forever. It had been too long since he got a real fight and it was showing in his craving to continue, his want, and his need to continue. It appeared that he was a much different person now than he was when he originally landed on this planet, time was making him civilized and that wasn't an outcome he desired.

It didn't take long for the fight to pick back up again as Pluto launched himself forwards at Athren with devastating speed, it was getting to be a pain in the ass to keep up with it. It was at the point that Athren really struggled, he wasn't sure he could even do it. That was the honest truth but it didn't deter him at all, it excited him further and made him want to push himself further. This time Pluto had attacked with a harsh kick, Athren couldn't find himself to have enough reaction time and took the full force of the blow. Once again Athren hunched over and this time he even coughed up a little bit of blood, though he couldn't help but smirk even if the pain was exponential. It wasn't something new to him, pain was an exciting thing. Though he preferred giving it out than receiving it, it still made him feel thrilled. Unfortunately the kick wasn't the only thing coming his way. Quickly he would've straightened out his form and tried to block it.

Athren had managed to get one of his arms in the way but it wasn't firmly in place, though it managed to reduce the impact he had still gotten hit lightly by it. A grunt escaped his lips as it stung and forced him back just a few feet. Athren's ocean blues focused hard onto Pluto and it was at this point that he had a trick in mind, something that Pluto wouldn't expect to happen at all. Pluto would've launched himself forwards and went right through what appeared to be Athren, unfortunately for Pluto though it was simply a Nova-Image left behind by the demonic saiyan, and Athren tried to maximize the use of this with a quick and easy counter attack.

At this point Athren would've dropped from above Pluto rapidly and tried to plant his foot firmly on the back of his neck. If this was successful, the force of this attack would've likely sent Pluto plummeting to the ground. Now of course, given Pluto's skill there was a good chance that he could've recovered before the collision with the Earth's rough surface. The only kicker to this was that Athren wasn't going to just let the kick be his only attack.

"Eat THIS!" Athren would've yelled out as he rapidly began to launch his hands forward. It was at this point in time that a very rapid barrage of basic Ki blasts were sent down trailing Pluto. Now, Athren would've done this IMMEDIATELY after the kick, assuming it landed meaning that these would've been right on his trial. Now, Athren knew that the likelihood of these attacks doing any substantial damage was very low, but he had to hope for a little bit of luck.
If anything could even damage Pluto enough to restrict his speed in the slightest, it could've been an advantage that he could exploit but at this point in time, he knew his time was running out. He felt Pluto's punches and he knew he couldn't take many more of them blunt to the face. He was tough but he had his limits and he knew when they'd break, it was soon. Of course, he'd rather not admit it but it was factual. He needed to get a lucky break, or he was going to be worn down shortly.

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