As Athren remained in the destruction of his past, he soon felt out a power level coming towards him. This power level was something similar to one he had felt before but it had felt different, darker, altered somehow. Yet, even though it had that familiar sense he couldn't quite land on who it was, but given the pattern they had been moving it seemed very likely that they were seeking out somebody who had just recently concealed their energy. It was at this moment that Athren knew it was only a matter of time until this individual arrived at his location, yet he wasn't going to move a muscle, he was going to wait it out and see exactly who this individual was. He couldn't help but assume that this was going to lead into a fight but he very well could be wrong, only time would tell.

It didn't take very long before Athren sensed the presence near, he let it get nice and close as he patiently waited. When the figure was above him he awaited the first words to be spoken by the individual. Just like the Ki signature, the voice had sounded very familiar though Athren once again couldn't figure it out by just listening, though when he finally turned and lifted his head to rest his eyes on Quash, it had all come together.

Now this was a good moment as it immediately confirmed one thing. People had truly forgotten about him, Quash had seemed to have no idea about who he was, and that couldn't have been more perfect. He had always wondered whether or not it was successful or not, after all it was a large ask. He knew his kids were back so it was proven that way, but he couldn't help but doubt the memory thing. Now that the question was answered, he had to find out why Quash was here. Surely, he couldn't have been here to pick another fight, right? Lip off some more to try and prove his worth? Let history repeat itself all over again?

Athren couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle a little bit, the situations he had managed to find himself in. "You've really got to work on the approach." Athren kept his posture strong, his arms now dropped to his sides. Everything about his stance had shown confidence. "Why don't we just skip to the part when you tell my why you're here." Even Athren's tone was full of confidence in this situation. Even though he may have been a little lost to his own thoughts and the weight of all the events that had gone on around him, this situation kind of got him excited. He really enjoyed fighting Quash the first time and now that they had grown so much, it surely would be MUCH more entertaining. Hell, he didn't even feel this way about sparring with Callion. It might've been because this moment, represented his fresh start, in everything.

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Total Word Count: 1,005

Something had shifted in Quash between now and the last time they had met and Athren couldn't put his finger on what it was. His presence was all around just darker, his voice seemed clouded with a tone of evil. He had lost all forms of his wittiness and his childish backtalk. It almost appeared as something evil had taken over and propelled him to become a stronger, more serious warrior. Now half of that wasn't bad, but half of that wasn't good either. Though Athren couldn't help but wish that he had some kind of explanation for this, he wanted to know EXACTLY what had happened.

When Athren first met Quash, he wasn't necessarily a bad person at all. Young, Naive and eager to prove himself against everybody, but that was just the natural course of a saiyan warrior but this here? It seemed as all of that went out the window, even the way his body posture was screamed that all things had changed.

Athren really wasn't prepared for what had happened next, I mean he suspected that this could turn into a fight but the speed that it escalated caught him by surprise. Before he knew it he felt the sharp sting of a kick in his gut "UHMP!" He grunted aloud. The attack stinging his muscles and organs sharply, causing a very precise pain. Athren couldn't help but hunch over to a degree, the force of the kick forcing him backwards into a slide down the rubble as the dust from the debris kicked up behind the trail of his feet.

This wasn't anything like last time, Quash knew what he wanted and was getting straight to the point but what confused Athren the most was the fact that Quash at this moment was attacking a complete stranger, their history together completely erased from the mind of the attacker. This obviously wasn't for revenge, this wasn't payback for the trick Athren had played to wipe this city off the Earth, to destroy the base and kill the soldiers, this was an attack for other reasons and hopefully, throughout the duration of this little battle, he could get it out of the opposition. "Alright.. If that's how you want this to go." Athren regained his posture and took his fighting stance, his focus more precise as the pain from the blow elevated his senses and put him into fight mode.

"You care to explain why you're attacking me? Or am I just going to have to beat it out of you?!" Athren exclaimed as his posture tightened up, bracing himself for what was to come. He was going to give Quash one more opportunity to swing first, just so he could put him in his place and show him that, that wasn't going to happen again. Not like that, he wasn't going to get so lucky. At this point on, Quash would have to work to land a hit, there was no more surprise attacks, nothing to catch Athren off guard.

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Word Count: 504
Total Word Count: 1,509

209,733
Health: 411,519 /419,466
Stamina: 419,466/ 419,466
Ki: 419,466/ 419,466

Whatever this new attitude was, it was damn well more saiyan like. This sure beat the immature runt of a Saiyan that Quash used to be, it was almost impressive. Hell, the dude was even into face tattoos now, so that was another rather big change, or maybe, this entire thing was just a phase, whatever the hell the explanation was for it, it was rather tiresome already. Though he was still quite a talker, it wasn't the immature banter that it was previously, there was a seriousness in his tone now, a drive, a desire, it was obvious he took what he wanted now and didn't wait for it to come to him. Even in this case, he went out looking for a fight with a strong individual and regardless of whether the strong individual wanted it or not, Quash was going to go for it.

With Quash assuming his fighting stance, Athren braced himself for whatever was to come next. Though he already had multiple advantages here, he believed his best one was the fact that he's fought Quash before and actually had a memory of it, not only would he had a good idea of what to expect, but he'd be able to anticipate what was going to be coming for him. Though Quashes words were rather entertaining when it came to the talk is cheap statement, given how much he USED to talk, but at least he wasn't as annoying anymore.
Upon Quash stating that he'd have to press the attack, Athren simply nodded his head and gave off a little smirk. "Come and get me then."

With Quash finally pressing the attack, Athren was ready for it though his initial move was kind of flattering. A ki blast to the ground? Athren couldn't help but think of where he got that from, regardless though Athren didn't move his feet, they stayed planted firmly on the ground as he awaited whatever attack was going to come through the cloud of dust that the blast had created. When Quash came through the cloud, Athren immediately saw the attack and placed both his arms in an X shape in front of him, allowing Quashes first strike to collide there, the impact causing a POP that shook the surrounding area, the force of the blow forcing Athren to slide back further as he kept his footing and stood upright and as for the follow up punch, Athren would simply dip his body OUT of harms way on this one.

When Athren stepped aside he would've positioned himself to Quashes right side and Athren would've attempted something that would involve using his opponents momentum against him, Athren's left hand would aim to be placed on the back of Quashes had and push his head down while his right knee jolted up in an effort to SMACK Quash right on the nose. Whether or not it would work, Athren would prepare for whatever was coming towards him next, surely this would cause some retaliation.

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Word Count: 503
Total Word Count: 2,012

209,733
Health: 407,545 /419,466
Stamina: 391,815/ 419,466
Ki: 419,466/ 419,466

Basic Action 1: Blocks Quashes Superman Punch: - 3,974 from Health and Stamina.
Basic Action 2: Dodges Quashes Punch: - 7,948 to Stamina
Basic Action 3: Grabs Quashes head and tried to knee it. 7.5% 15,729 Damage towards Quash. - From Stamina.

Major Action 1: N/A
Major Action 2: N/A

Well, it wasn't just a new tattoo or Quash being a little less talkative that was new! It almost appeared that since their last little spar, he had actually managed to learn how to fight! With the little knee manoeuvre Athren had pulled, he expected that to be a sure damn thing, but it turned out that it wasn't the case at all. Quash had managed to numb the full force of the blow and reduce it drastically, almost to the point where it didn't do much at all. Athren was almost impressed and he knew that he had improved his own abilities drastically, yet here was Quash, coming up with new clever ways to avoid maximum damage, but this was just the start, Athren was still feeling this situation out and getting to know this new and improved Quash. Though Athren still had one advantage, he still knew SOME of Quashes moveset.

There was a brief pause after Quash defended against the knee, it was pretty obvious that Quash was expecting Athren to push the attack further, like most saiyan's would but that wouldn't be the case today. This wasn't a fight Athren had asked for and quite frankly, he didn't even know why it was happening. He felt it rather pointless, felt it useless. There was nothing to gain here, there were no stakes involved, all Athren really wanted to know was WHY, but it appeared Quash was still stubborn then ever and wouldn't deliver on that answer. Hopefully by the end of it, he'd get his answer. Athren stood firm, keeping his sturdy defensive stance as he awaited the next move in this game of chess.

"You're going to need something rather impressive to wake me up, you're.. rather boring. If I must say."

Though it wasn't necessarily the truth about why he was bored, he wasn't necessarily lying either. The thrill of this fight just wasn't there, he wasn't down for it. Though it was very much unlike a saiyan, he had his reasons. Though what happened next would definitely add a much sharper edge to this knife, one he didn't expect to see. Quash had jumped back and created more distance before rushing in and transforming into a.. Super Saiyan?! Though it was a surprise, Athren reacted by BLINKING into his own Super Saiyan transformation, controlling it ever so perfectly, not even a pebble on the ground would vibrate. His right hand landing in the way of Quashes fist and stopping it before it made contact with his body.

"If you want to fight me for real, at least tell me why.. Maybe then I'll be a little more amused by this.."

Whether or not Quash would answer would answer this would be up to him, but if he wanted Athren to be a little more invested in this fight, an answer would be very beneficial. It wasn't like Athren was asking for a whole lot, a simple answer in exchange for a fight? Hell, that was a good deal.

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Word Count: 505
Total Word Count: 2,517