Sparring Match: Smash VS Terrador

"Hmph. Maybe I am." Smash said with a slight smirk. He took a step back and braced himself for what was to come.

"Let me show you what I'm made of!" he shouted, nearing Smash. He sent his right fist forward, his freshly sharpened spikes shining for a split second. With his current velocity, this attack would cuase high damage. He had a backup plan if he were to miss.

At that moment, something sparked inside of Smash. Hearing those words, He felt the fighting spirit burning within him. He stood up straight, and right when the attack came, he stopped the punch by catching his wrist, inches away from contact. "Heheh...Seriously?" He laughed slightly. "In case you didn't know...That's MY line!" He threw a quick left hook towards his jaw almost instantly.

The geomancer was somewhat surprised by the sudden counter. He kept his cool nonetheless.

"Hmph, It sounds pretty catchy. You don't mind if I take it right?" he smirked. As Smash's attack came whirling, he caught sigh of it with his peripheral vision and grasped his wrist as well. He almost lost control consider Smash's superior strength. He still held on and began pushing forward.

Smash forced his strength back on him. "Just this once." He said with a grin. "It's what I say when I'm REALLY going all out." He pushed even harder as if to emphasize his words.

"Is that so? Then show me!" he shouted. Feeling Smash would prevail in this clash of brute force, he yanked himself away and charged at him with an elbow aiming for his gut.

Smash was thrown off balance when he yanked away, but he used this to his advantage by aiming to headbutt him in the face, even when the elbow did hit his stomach.

The second after he felt his elbow strike, Smash's head struck his face, in the same sore spot he was hit earlier. He staggered back a few steps.

"Heh, you're really determined this time." he smirked, rubbing his tan muzzle. "But I'm even more determined." he persisted. He went to dash, but soon stopped. He was aware Smash had supior counter attacking skills and it would be foolish to charge in without thinking. His father always told him to endure enemy attacks, then strike back with unyeilding force. He gained a more serious demeanor and stared down his opponent.

Smash stood up, holding his stomach. "One thing for sure, You've definitely improved since our last encounter." He said. "I could possibly call you a match for me." He let go of his stomach. "But now, It's time to stop messing around. Just like you asked, I'm going to show you what I'm truly made of." He clenched his fists tightly, his expression turning serious. "Hrrrr....rrrrgh...." His muscles tensed, and a slight glow emitted from his body. "Urrrrghh...."

"Hmm, it seems he's powering up. This could prove to be a problem. Okay, it's time to unleash all that I trained for." he thought to himself. While Smash was powering up, he attempted to undergo the same transformation as last time. Throughout his training he worked on controlling this power. His fists clentched, green orbs circled his body and his muscular density increased. If he was sucsessful on obtaining this form, this would indeed be a battle of epic levels.