Chris softly landed unto the ground before walking past a long-abandoned factory; Chris noticed how dirty and ugly this part of the city was. Though not precisely run down the city was very well kept, but this was the more impoverished district, and the homeless and basket-cases would pool up in small groups at the corners of roads and around fiery barrels. It was a depressing place, but it was where Chris had thought to be. Who knows what possibilities lie just behind the road's curve here?

Something caught Chris' eye, stapled loosely to a telephone pole whose current condition meant it wasn't being used for anything other than poster-plastering. This vibrant piece of paper - a stark difference from its surroundings - was very much full of life. Red and gold and yellow and orange, big-printed words and colorful graphics illustrated an event that only excited Chris even further. A martial arts tournament, limited entrants, prize-money rewards? A small grin appeared on the face of the man as he took the piece of paper.

Who could pass that up? Not, Chris, that's for sure! The place was easy enough to find, and after he finished signing up for the tournament Chris, immediately entered the waiting room It didn’t take long for him to be called to participate in his first match, and like he expected his opponent, a man donned in a red tiger mask and multi-colored skin-tight spandex suit, stood no match against him. After his first win Chris took down every opponent he was thrown with just as much ease as he'd fought the first, and very soon he was in the Semi-Finals.

Feeling a rough hands tap shoulder Chris immediately exited his meditation."Kid, it's your turn," after giving the man a small nod of thanks Chris, got up from his seat and entered, the secondary venue set aside for lesser events where there were already some observers to watch the elimination process take place. Before they walked through the doors to enter, Chris looked through, and he could see the arena. The place was mostly dark in the crowd with all of the lights being focused on what was meant to go on in the designated area for combat.

As he walked, Chris saw the man that he assumed to be his opponent, and was about to wish him luck, however before a word could leave his mouth the man, said something bizarre. “So, what is a Shinjin… a god doing here?”

Christ stared blankly at the man for a moment as he thought he heard wrong. ‘What is this guy talking about? What’s a Shinji and what does he mean there is a god here? I don’t see anything that looks like a god. Oh fuck I hope i'm not fighting one of those religious nuts again,’
Chris, blinked in confusion as the man did not attempt to repeat himself instead he walked by as if he what he just said wasn’t strange at all. Chris shook his head, unsure of what he was getting himself into but followed him nonetheless. Once he reached the middle of the stage, he eyed the older man in front of him.

“I don’t know what the hell you're talking about. I'm not a Shinji or whatever the hell you called me. I'm human.” Chris stated stubbornly though there was a hint of doubt in his tone,as his lips curled into a frown.

Once the announcer gave him the signal to start Nasu's dashed forward. "But we can discuss this later because right now," Chris pulled his sword from its sheath and brandished it at his opponent. "It's time to fight." Chris swung his blade, performing a horizontal slash at his opponent's torso followed by a diagonal slash that would cut his opponent hip to torso if he failed to dodge it. Of course the strikes were not lethal, not only would that be illegal,but the thought of doing permanent damage in a friendly competition left a sour taste in his mouth. But just because he didn’t want to hurt the guy doesn't mean he was going to hold back.

“Atomic-” Chris blade bled blue , as a maelstrom of blue energy wrapped around his blade in a violent storm of power. Chris swung his blade releasing the energy in a beam of destructive power.

“-Slash.”



Dain Sincara


CURRENT PL: 18,000

HP: 85/85 | KI: 85/100 | DEF: 50 | DMG DIE: d12 |
1d100+20·1d12·1d100+20·2d12·1d100

A look of triumph adorned Chris’s face after he fired his attacks signature attack made a direct. His previous opponents would have easily fallen against an attack of that caliber. However, Chris was no fool the swordsmen understood that his opponent was strong, the strongest opponent he had ever faced in fact, but despite that, he at least expected his opponent to at least take some damage. Moments later the Saiyan emerged from the cloud of dust, just like he predicted. Chris could see scorch mark on his opponent's chest from where his Atomic slash hit. That was a good sign at least.

“Of course I'm human what else would I be,” Chris asked, his eyebrow raised. Why was the man so stubborn? Despite telling the man that he was human, Chris didn't think that the man honestly believed him and was only humoring him. "I know you do not know me, but if there is one thing that you should know about me Mr is that I'm not a liar,” Chris said as he gazed at the Saiyan. “I wouldn’t call myself a human if I wasn’t one.”

The man then snapped his fingers and moment's later a being that would have looked like a mirror image of him (if it were not made entirely of black lightning) emerged. The swordsman snorted. “I thought this was a one v one match, where the hell did sparky come from.”Chris wasn’t stupid he could sense the power the man before him possed. He didn’t need or want another opponent to fight while dealing with him.

When his foe told him that he needed to do better than that, Chris only laughed. "That's alright I'm just getting started."

After Dain introduced himself and more importantly who he pledged allegiance, it was as if a switch within Chris’s mind had been flipped. His body tensed and his eyes no longer possessed warmth they were now cold and indifferent like two balls of ice.

“Chris and truthfully I'm just here for the prize money my Gran has to keep her farm running someway,” He answered, though the previous kindness that was in his voice was no longer there. His fist tightened around the hilt of the blade.

The clone rushed at the young man, Chris stared at the incoming foe, never once letting his eyes fall from him, until he vanished, into thin air! Frantically looking back and forth, he could find neither head nor tail of his opponent, so that could only mean one thing. Chris disappeared in a boom of static as he dashed away from the Clone's overhead strike. He didn't get far however as a bolt of lightning erupted from the clone's palm crashing into the boy's torso sending him rolling across the arena's floor. The attack wasn't particularly strong, but it packed a punch.

"You missed a spot," Chris grunted as he pulled himself off the ground while giving the clone and its master a deep scowl. Charging forward Chris would throw a gut-wrenching blow to the clones, stomach before retracting the same hand and manifesting a sphere of Ki. With a smirk, Chris would unleash a barrage of Ki blast shaped like swords, pelting the clone with burning hot blades of energy. Leaping away Chris would then manifest a black bow formed out of Ki. He then nocked a menacing blue Ki arrow and aimed.

Three.Two.One.Fire!

Chris released the arrow as it made a beeline towards Dain and his clone. Once the arrow made contact with his target, it would expand in a massive dome of destructive energy incinerating all in its path.


Dain Sincara


CURRENT PL: 18,000

HP: 78/85 | KI: 65/100 | DEF: 50 | DMG DIE: d12 |
1d100·3d4·1d100+20·2d12·1d100+20·2d12·1d100