Training the new blood. (Arba and Quizu)

"Silly," Arba appeared legitimately surprised at the accusation, "I'll have you know that I had no intention of being silly... Artistic expression, beauty, power, these are what the Ginyu Force exemplify, and my ultimate goal is the Ginyu Force. If you aren't brought to tears before my beauty or my power, then clearly I need to work on that."

As Quizu lunges forward, Arba backs up quite a bit to step out of the way of the telegraphed punch, only to eat the boot to the chest full-on without his usual grace or foresight... He doesn't allow that to set him back completely, as he instantly snaps both arms in to snare the offending leg, attempting to drag the red-skinned boy with him and pull him into a grapple.

HP: 24/30

Ki: Full

Martial Arts: 6 Grapple.

((Grapples are initiated by the attacker and you have your choice of how to attempt to escape.... You can initiate a dodge, or initiate a martial arts attempt. Success on a Martial Arts attempt to escape a grapple allows you to turn-about the grapple, trapping the attacker instead. Failure results in an inability to take any attack or defense actions while grappled. I will elaborate more in the next round))

((Here's where it gets complicated, and before I continue, let me point out my combatant grade. See the two stars? I'm a 4th Class Combatant... Based on your grade, you get additional attacks and defenses. Because I'm 4th Class, I have 2 attacks and 2 defenses per turn. Normally, each turn you have to hold a person in a grapple in order to keep them there, but you only have to make one successful grapple check in order to hold them.... If you have a second action, you can do other things, which I'm about to display. Furthermore, for any held round you also take damage as if you'd been hit with a martial arts attack))

Grinning wickedly as he suddenly lifts Quizu into the air by his leg, Arba begins spinning about in circles, all the while yelling out at his opponent: "If I can't bring you to tears by my beauty, then how about my power?!" Gaining momentum as he continues his circular spin, the hybrid undoubtedly must be forcing the blood to rush to the Zarbonian's head uncomfortably. When it seemed that he could get no faster finally, Arba let go of his captured foe, hurling him at the nearby wall with full force.

HP: 24/30

Ki: Full

Attack 1: Grapple to hold 6 (5 damage)

Attack 2: Martial Arts to throw 6 (for 5 damage)

No dodge.

The suckage was not yet over, for as he released Quizu from his grip, Arba found his way over to where he'd been standing when he'd taken the roundhouse to the face, gingerly bending down and plucking his sword from the ground with a casual hum of appreciation. Observing the blade for a moment before glancing to the crater-occupying man who'd doubted his grace only moments ago. "The opponents you will face in the ring will be far less forgiving than I. They do not see you as an equal, but as prey. You are but a toy for their amusement, and they will take great pleasure in destroying you. Consider this your brief step into the world of pain you wish to involve yourself in... And if you survive, well then, you might actually make something of yourself."

As soon as Quizu had freed himself from the wall he'd been embedded in, Arba put his final action into motion, depressing a switch that was embedded in one of his molars with an audible click... The world appeared to slow down as his senses accelerated, his body picking up speed to match his newly granted awareness. Stepping off in the blink of an eye, the hybrid rushed full on for Quizu, intending to inflict a heavy blow upon the man. Swinging the flat of his sword across his target's abdomen like a massive paddle, the Grunt intended to lift him into the air with the force of the impact before arcing him all the way around and pound him into the ground. It would be like flipping a massive pancake, except not at all enjoyable in the end. This was going to hurt.

HP: 24/30,

Ki: 82/90

Attack 1: Accelerated Martial Arts 10 (for 7 damage)

Attack 2: Accelerated Martial Arts 10 (for 7 damage)

No defense.

Arba remained unmoving for the duration of Quizu's recovery, looming like a psychopomp judging the worth of the crimson lad's soul. When at last the boy began to push himself up and made his declaration, the hybrid's smile slowly returned. Back into his cloak the sword went, being sheathed in whatever sheath was hiding beneath the heavy cloth that he donned to hide his body... When it was fully returned, out stretched a hand as Arba knelt down on one knee, offering his sparring partner help up. "There's no need to yell, I'm right here... But I'm happy to hear you make that boast. Remember those words, and always adhere to them. I had no desire to scare you, only to show you the truth of this universe... You will fight many people for many reasons, not all of them fair, and in the end some of those people will be willing to take your life to accomplish their goals. You have to be ready to win or die trying, preferably the former."

Whether Quizu accepted the help up or not, he'd notice that a large portion of the room was now facing the two of them, the Zarbonian's outburst having drawn their attention for better or for worse. Regardless of intent, Quizu had made a mark upon the collective consciousness of the tournament combatants, and fighters would be gunning for him later to test his mettle as well as to knock him down a peg. Pride goes before the fall, but we fall only to rise again.