A Spar between Strangers (Beerus and Fang)

Beerus waled back onto the streets of New York City after eating lunch. Beerus breathes in the warm air of summer and he sighs in comfort. The boy felt like taking a walk to the park. Beerus spun and weaved out of the steam of people, then turned a corner onto a small sidewalk. The older-than-he-looks fire fox followed the sidewalk until he got to the parks entrance. He walked in to see it was mostly empty. As Beerus walked into the park the wind blew, blowing his spiky black hair from side to side. Beerus found a good spot in the sun and laid down and folded his arms under his head.

New York City was everything and more then Mindy had imagined. I mean, yeah sure, there were still small parts that were destroyed, but for the most part It was just a great and glamorous as it always had been. Then went to the Statue of Liberty, and to the Museum of Modern Art (very modern since the old one had been taking damage during the attack) and Times Square. With her camera full of pictures and Sebastian's arms full of tacky souvenirs, including one very tacky Sebastian-sized Hawaiian flower shirt, they decided to take a rest in Central Park. As they sat down to eat lunch the noticed a sign: "Martial Arts Exhibition Tournament: Prize of $20,000"

With a look that a man who was kneeling on the ground praising god for his good fortune, Sebastian wrote down his name in a heart beat. They could use the money AND he could practice his art, it was like a dream come true. Mindy arched her eyebrow at him and simply said, "Would you kindly try not to break a leg?" He rolled his eyes back at her and said "Regular mortals are hardly to worry about, its the meta's that are the problem."

Before long, the first bell chimed. Sebastian was the first fight of the tournament and it was against some guy who looked strangely similar to Bruce Lee. The man began sprinting at him and was in a flying kick aimed at the lapels on Sebastian's suit. The corner of his mouth curled into a little frown. "No." Were the first words that were uttered out of his mouth before he stepped slightly to the side as he grabbed the man by the ankle and by the thigh. Using the momentum from his side step and the momentum of the man's kick, Sebastion spun around and threw him back into his corner of the mat. The bell chimed twice, two points. "It is fine to aspire to be like the master, but a flying kick is impractical in a fight where your enemy sees you coming, is not hampered down by something, and/or  is not on a horse. Try again.

This time the man came running furious. He threw a right handed punch straight at Sebastian's face. Sebastian slid his foot against his opponents lead foot, swiping it towards the opposite side and used and open hand to clasp the man's fist and pull it away from his body before gripping  it with his shoulder and clasping his arm with his hand. With his free hand, he slammed his open palm into the man's nose, just hard enough to bring tears but not hard enough to break it. As the man reeled back in pain, Sebastian slid his other foot so now he was perpendicular to his oppoant, yet still supporting up by his arm. Sebastian hammered his palm into the man's chest as he let go of his arm, slamming him into the ground.  "Better. You must learn to not lose your focus by letting your emotions take over. Well fought" Five bells chimed, the match was over.

Pressing one fist into his palm in front of him, Sebastian bowed as the crowd cheered. He began walking out of the ring when the cheers suddenly turned to gasp. His opponent was running at him both arms forwards as in to tackle him. Closing his eyes and sighing, He leaned down low to the ground and did a 360-spinning low kick , launching his now enraged opponent flying into ropes. "You have brought dishonor to yourself." He said without looking back as he walked out.

The Tourniment scoring system worked like this. No Fatal shots, but most of everything else was allowed. Head shots were worth 2 points, knocking your opponent to the ground was 2 points, chest shots were 1 point. Recorded points were denoted by the chime of the bell that coincides with your side. The hits must be physical and fully connect in order to be counted. First contestant to six points wins the round, Exception being the final round in which the total points is doubled to first to twelve.

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Beerus sat up when he heard a few others arrive in the park. He saw one of the men was holding a sign which read, "Martial Arts Exhibition Tournament: Prize of $20,000." $20,000 you say? Beerus' eyes widened at the amount. Beerus stood up looking over at the man holding the sign. When an audience began to form, Beerus walked over to watch. The boy saw the first challenger get on the mat, then witnessed a spectacle he couldn't believe. The challenge launched a flying kick. What are you doing you fool?! That attack doesn't even work, Beerus thought he would yell, but didn't. 

Beerus watched unsurprised as the other combatant effortlessly dodged the moronic attack. The kid already knew who would win, and win by a mile or more. Beerus watched the clear winner carefully as he blocks an attack and flips the idiot then slams the challenger to the ground. The winner began to walk away when the foolish man got up and charged.

After the man was carried away, Beerus walked onto the mat. As the child got to one side he said, "Are you up for another round? I highly doubt that idiot caused you to even begin to break a  sweat."

"Are you up for another round? I highly doubt that idiot caused you to begin to break a  sweat."Sebastian casually turned and looked over at the source of the voice. It was someone who looked like a child but he didn't hold himself like one. With a sharp look in his eyes, he replied, "I don't take well to people who disrespect other warriors, no matter how dishonorable. That man was less experienced but it makes him by no means an idiot." He kept walking out of the ring.

"If you want to fight me, you're going to have to wait your turn." As he was about to leave the ring, one of the announcers came running up to him and began whispering in his ear. "Um.... Sir, all of the other contestants have forfeited after watching that match. It seems you are the victor." That caught Sebastian off guard. Dammit, really? And he was really holding back too. He won the prize but he was still itching to get some more fighting in.

He walked back into the ring and said, "Today's your lucky day, Bud. My schedule has just opened up." Sebastian raised his right hand and shot Mindy a mental link thought.  Chalk. She passively threw the bag of crushed chalk up to him on her way over to the judges table. "He grabbed the bag and broke it, and began to throw it around the mat to re chalk the floor.

The crowd who had been confused by the change of events began to boo and jeer as they saw what looked to be a fully grown man taking on someone who looked no older then an adolescent.

Leaving his feet a shoulders width a part, Sebastion kept his elbows at his side and his forearms forward, palm towards the sky. "Come at me when ever you are ready." Sebastian didn't have a complete gauge of what his opponant could do or take, he would wait for him to make the first move and respond to a level equivalent to it. The boy had confidence in his ability and he held himself with experience. It would be unwise to underestimate him.

Beerus removed his boosts and socks. Then  Beerus watched his opponents every move as he decided on what attack to start off with. Beerus moved his left leg forward a few inches, then he shifted his right leg so that it was horizontal to his opponent. Beerus positioned his left forearm against his inner left thigh. The boy's right arm went close to his chest. Beerus breathed in deeply a few times then inched closer. By the time Beerus stopped, he was less than five feet away from the man.    

This is going to be an interesting fight. Lets see what this guy can do, Beerus thought as he studied the stance of his opponent.

Beerus shifted weight on his back (right) leg, gripping the mat with his toes, and tucked his left arm into his chest. The boy pushed off the mat and launched himself at the man. The amount of force made a small hole in the ground under the mat. The force also repelled Beerus toward his target fast enough to make Beerus' body blur. Beerus was aiming  for the man's abdomen with his palm, holding back enough to hurt but not do to much damage if it connected. While in the air, Beerus kept his body tucked close together

Sebastian watched the boy take off his shoes and his socks and get into stance. He eased into the stance almost as if it was more comfortable then walking. The boy was a a true warrior. Sebastian grit his teeth into a small grin. His heart began to race as adrenaline filled every muscle in his body. When was the last time he had felt like this? Not in this life time, but even in memories of his older ones fights like this were rare. With a deep breath out through his nose, Sebastian readied himself and tensed his muscles , ready to spring forward like bottled lightning.

That is when the boy charged him, moving fast enough to close the distance between them in moments. Boy was this kid not toying around. He saw the iron defense of Southern Praying Mantis style he was using and thought to spear straight into it like a bolt of lighting. The little bastard had left little to no room to dodge his hit without taking at least some damage. This was going much more interestingly then he had expected.

Sebastian's body had begun moving on reflex before his mind had caught up with it. Turning his hands into fists and lowering his right shoulder to line up with the boy's extended palm to take the brunt of the hit on his deltoid. He stepped forward with his left foot keeping his right arm close to his chest and neck while performing a rolling punch aimed at the boy's body.

Sebastian looked at the boy with anticipation; jumping in combat was often a foolish idea but he kept himself curled, ready to shift his center of gravity and throw himself.  A style often seen in African and Oriental Martial arts. Sebastian felt the desire to let loose and throw himself fully into the fight, he desired that the boy gave him that opportunity.

Meanwhile, Mindy was busy talking up the officials who organized the the tournament. She would have talked to the judges, but they were to engrossed by the fight to pay her any mind.  The official brought Mindy to the specific box stand for the man who had funded the event. She walked up to him with a smile on her face.

Beerus closed the distance very quickly. Beerus watched as the man shifted his right arm closer to his chest to block his palm attack, then stepped forward with his left leg, and finally launched a punch. Beerus still in a ball with his left arm extended. As the boy got closer to the incoming fist, he moved his left arm into the fist's path. Beerus also extended his left leg down to the ground. Beerus grabbed the fist used the force behind it along with his leg to spin left. As Beerus spun, he lowered himself to the ground. When Beerus stopped spinning, he was very close to his opponent's left side. As soon as the boy stopped spinning, he launched himself up and rolled. He aimed at kicking his opponents left thigh, then his abdomen, then the man's shoulder, and ending with his temple.

Sebastian watched the boy jump around like a monkey. In an attempt to keep the momentum of the fight at his pace, the boy was wasting a lot of energy that could have been used to punish mistakes and exploit your own strengths and opponents weaknesses. Maybe the boy had a large reserve of energy? Lack of knowledge? Unlikely. Or maybe he underestimated Sebastian? Whatever the reason was irrelevant. Sebastian could tell that the boy was keeping his power levels within the average range despite obviously holding himself back. The boy wanted to enjoy the fight. That fact alone put a smile on Sebastian's face.

When the boy had spun to the stop and was about to launch himself at Sebastian, Sebastian jumped back with an equivalent force but flying back further due to his longer legs. Before Sebastian landed, the butler straightened himself. As soon as he foot touched the ground, he went flying diagonally towards his opponent's right side, leaving the mat where he was destroyed from the impact. Before hitting off the ground there, he kicked off towards the kid's side, before gripping the floor again to throwing a roundhouse kick towards the kid with the power that could launch a trash can flying. His legs were at least one foot longer then the kid's. Sebastian wanted to see what the kid would do, what could he do with the restrictions he was holding himself too. To use his body's advantages rather then just his body's capabilities.

All Sebastian could think was. Come on kid. Come on.

Off in the stands Mindy struck up a conversation with the benefactor of the tournament. Wafting a fan to her face, she asked, "Would you like to make a friendly wager?"
"What kind of wager?
With a devious smile and the best fake aristocratic woman's laugh she could muster."Oh you know, the kind that gives these kind of things more sport."

As Beerus launched his first kick, his opponent jumped back, away from the attack. Beerus gripped the pat with left hand pulled his feet onto the mat. As soon as the kid stood, the man had leaped off the mat and aiming at his right side. Beerus took a deep breath before bending his knees a bit and putting his aim against his chest, hands loose and pointing inward. Beerus waited until the man launched his attack.

As the roundhouse kick approached, Beerus jumped right up and over it. The boy made sure to stay a fw inches above his opponents leg. When Beerus was at the right position, he spun towards the man, keeping himself vertica . Beerus reached out and grabbed the man's thigh, then spun a counter-clock wise so that his kick would be in range of its target. Beerus aimed for his opponent's chest.