When the sparring had finally started, Athren had found himself feeling rather free from all other thoughts and emotions. He managed to allow himself to get lost and caught up in the moment. It had been a long while since he had a reasonable sparring session, something that made him use more than just his body but his mind too. Though simply trading blows with an opponent was something fun, it was a battle of the minds that really made things interesting. Trying to out think and outmatch your opponent through strategy was often more entertaining than simply out matching them with nothing more than raw power. Though both felt good, the mental state while being in a battle was simply just something else entirely.

In a battle, the simplest of observations would give one an edge. Whether it be noticing the twitch of a muscle to anticipate a movement, or predicting where an opponent may move next due to their consistent pattern, it all would come into play and whomever was the better one had it, usually had an edge. Though not only was it observing your opponents movements, it was also a big part for you to monitor your own. Staying fresh and mixing things up had always helped, it kept you hard to read, it made your opponent keep guessing, kept them on edge, it made it more difficult for them to get a solid read on you and that was just as important as being able to read them.

Athren had been at this for a long time, since he was a boy he practiced with fighting and he was damn good at it. He learned through practice, experience on the battlefield and simple observations. He had learned so much as a boy from watching experienced fighters, how they moved, how they attacked and reacted, it was all something that Athren would absorb and take with him. If they were a better fighter than himself, he'd take a little piece from all of them and craft it into his own style, he'd try and do it better than they did, he'd perfect it. That's what made him so dangerous.

The thrill of this current spar was surprisingly high, the training dummy keeping up with his every movement as they exchanged blows, blocked each others attacks and kept moving around the gravity chamber. The speeds were high as they continued to circle the room, their fists colliding, their knees slamming against one another as both tried to overtake and outsmart their opponent.

With the training dummies new update, it was at quite the advantage with all the new ways that it had managed to move around, it's new plans and concepts on how to attacks somebody. It was also much easier for it to scan Athren's movements and get a read on him and predict it's movements. This wasn't a battle of strength or speed, but a battle of Athren's mind against the program.

As they continued to clash around the room, Athren deeply enjoyed the moment. He was lost in it, focused on it without the thought of anything else creeping into his mind. Not even the thought of getting stronger had made itself present. The only real thing consuming his mind at the moment was how to get through the dummies defenses, how to finally make one of his attacks land against the improved dummy.

As they bounced around the room it had felt like the pressure increased, the weights and gravity itself causing the demon-saiyan hybrid to work, sweat running down his forehead as it dripped down onto the floor. Each blow he continued to throw was met with a rapid block and a counter attack, a counter attack the he was pressed to react too. Though he managed to get ahead of it every time, it rather difficult. He barely managed to make the dodges or the blocks work for him and at times, the dummy pressed the attack further and made him back up, forcing him to do nothing but a defensive play. With the pressures so high, Athren couldn't help but have a little fun. He felt as if it were truly far too long since something like this tested him, made him work, made him think.

For a saiyan, sparring like this was important, it was one of the ways they had managed to have their fun, to let loose and play. To mentally stimulate themselves and keep their energies and motivations high, without it they really didn't have much else. They were a warrior race right down to the core and training and sparring was just something that they enjoyed, especially when it involved both body and mind.

As they continued popping around the room with their intense speeds, the situation really didn't improve. Athren had found himself being pushed back more frequently than not, never really getting himself the upper hand against the training droid. Of course, if Athren were to use one of his transformation's it would be over but where was the fun in all of that? This was something he liked and he was struggling to avoid being hit and he couldn't manage to make a hit.
He'd need to come up with some clever methods to start doing some damage, though even then his options had been very limited.

Considering that he was in his ship, his movements and technique usage were very limited. He couldn't pull off any massively powerful techniques, he couldn't risk damaging his ship. He needed to keep himself contained and only apply the pressure he needed to slip away. Ki wasn't really an option here as even a stray blast could risk doing some damage, the environment was bland so he couldn't even use that to his advantage. He'd need to play it smart and figure it out quickly, though how he was going to do that, he really hadn't figured out yet. Though he knew, he'd find something.

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Though his quick roll had worked to avoid the incoming attack, he wasn't out of the situation yet. He was on the floor with everything working against him to keep him there and the training dummy had the high ground on him. It was right there, standing over him and preparing for another attack. It had the better positioning out of the two and Athren would need to figure out something quick to get out of this jam. Though what was it going to be? It wasn't like he could just spring up off the ground without leaving himself open for another attack, he needed to be smart, fast and nimble. Though all of those had seemed like a very difficult demand to meet.

As Athren rolled the dummy had followed, stomping it's hard metal feet down again and again, just trailing behind Athren as it tried to stomp down upon him to do some damage. Yet Athren kept rolling so long as the attacks had come, the dummy was far too fast for him to think something up, for him to manage to get something together quickly. He was running out of options, desperate for a solid choice in the matter. Though after about thirty seconds of rolling and avoiding the incoming stomps, Athren had gotten sick of it. He wanted something else and he was going to gamble.

Though it wasn't the wisest move while in a fight, there was something that Athren had believed in. Sometimes you just had to act, it wouldn't necessarily improve the situation or put you in a better spot but it would end the suspense and potentially give you a chance to do something, it was simply just acting out of instinct and moving the fight forward. He couldn't roll forever nor did he really want to do that.

His course of action was simply, after another stomp had been avoided he decided to roll into the training dummy instead of away from it, He grabbed onto it's stable leg at the ankle with his left hand and quickly sent a jab right his right fist behind it's knee at the joint. Luckily this had managed to topple it over and to the ground. It was an obvious play, targeting it's joints and weak spots but the training dummy was rather quick and smart and often prevented that. In Athren's base form, the dummy provided more than an equal fight without Athren using his techniques, it provided a true challenge and could match his every blow and his speed. This upgrade was truly something else, it was something fun. Something he was rather enjoying.

When the training dummy had finally collided with the ground Athren had swung himself around and got on top of it, his right fist cocking back before throwing it forward towards the dummies head. Though once again the dummy had a solid play, after taking the hit and having it's big metal head bounce off the floor, in fired up it's energy shield to cause enough force for the demon-saiyan to get tossed off of it, it would then immediately rise to it's feet once more and prepare to make another offensive play.

Athren got blasted off the dummy and collided with the ground, though he used the momentum from the blast to go into a roll and to spring back up and get onto his feet and get into his fighting stance once more. He was strong and durable, and ready to go for more. Before the attack came towards him, he took the moment to catch his breath, he knew that more was on the way, he knew that this thing was far from over. At this rate he knew that there wasn't anything he could do to put the training dummy down for good, it was a matter of how long he could go, how far could he last and how long could he push himself to keep fighting under the weight of the gravity, and he sure as shit wasn't going to give up now. Things were still interesting and he was strong enough to keep going.

For a moment the pause had made him feel like he was frozen in time, there was nothing he could do expect wait for another attack. Without a transformation or his techniques, there wasn't any chance that anything he could do would hit it's mark. At best, he'd put the training dummy into a more defensive role and he could keep pressing an attack but at worst, his offensive would fail and he'd start letting attacks through. His options were rather limited but he enjoyed it, being pressed like this with a lack of options. It was enjoyable trying to figure his way out of this one and what he'd do next. He wasn't outclassed necessarily, but he was limited in what he could do.

As the seconds had passed, the freeze in time had faded away when the training dummy pressed off with it's right foot and once against lunged itself towards the demon-saiyan, it was ready to keep up the fight and complete it's programming. It's objective was simple, render it's opponent useless and defeated on the ground. It still had lots of battery life left and it wasn't sustaining any kind of serious damage to prevent it's goal from happening. It would only be a matter of time until it succeeded and unlike it's opponent, it didn't get tired or hungry, it's body or muscles wouldn't start to get sore from the weight of the gravity, it would remain fresh until it's battery had run out. It was more than enough time. Athren on the other hand, the sweat had kept up and his lungs had to work harder to keep himself balanced, his muscles ached lightly from the regular gravity routine. He wasn't so fresh but he was still ready to go, he didn't back down from any opponent and he wouldn't here.

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