Certainly not a native is he? (Sora vs Meraxa)

Meraxa sat on the quiet hillside of his homeworld, thinking back to the adventures he'd had on the planet known as Namek. He'd been there searching for the dragonballs, but in between those searches, he'd met someone very interesting, after receiving an invitation to challenge him from Nail. He still remembered that encounter like it was yesterday...

A few weeks ago, Planet Namek...

"So, who is it you want us to fight?" Meraxa asked Nail as they flew across the ocean of Namek, Cargo flying just behind them, several of the dragonballs floating alongside him due to his telekinetic powers.
"His name of Sora, he and I have known each other for quite some time. However, I believe he's become bored constantly fighting namekians again, so I thought it'd be best if you showed him some moves. Go easy on him alright?"
"Fine. We're here by the looks of it." Meraxa said as he landed on the island, seeing someone sitting beneath a tree.
"Yo, you Sora? Or is this the wrong island?"

Looking up, Sora stared for a bit. He wasn't used to seeing people. Non-namekian people, atleast. He stood up, eyeing him. He was a child. Certainly he couldn't be normal. Sora looked down, studying himself. They were similiar except for the fact that Sora was more built, taller, and had a tail. Oh, and the clothes. His were an odd orange color. Sora simply nodded, clenching his fist. Most namekians were healers. But this person was definitely a fighter. And Sora could tell, just by his energy. He'd been training longer than Sora had.

"The silent type eh? But don't worry, the clenched fist says it all. Alright then." Meraxa said as he handed his sword and backpack to Cargo, didn't want to go completely overkill on the guy now did he?
He noted the physical features of his opponent. He wore namekian clothing, so that indicated he'd been here long enough to fully absorb the culture. The hair was short, a stark contrast for Meraxa's which pretty spiked everywhere it could. There was another thing though, which really caught Meraxa's attention. He had a tail. That pretty much ruled out the chances of him being human now didn't it?
"You can throw the first punch if you want."

As soon as he said it, a smirk rose on Sora's face. Instantly his image blurred to the left. Then he appeared behind his opponent in the right. "You might need the sword, hotshot," Sora says before launching his fist at Meraxa.

Meraxa noticed Sora disappeared from sight, and then reappearing to his right.
"You might need the sword, hotshot,"
"No thanks, I'd rather not get it dirty just yet." Meraxa smirked, stopping his opponent's fist with one finger.
"And besides, you call that a punch? Try putting some ki into it!" Meraxa yelled as his fist slammed into Sora's face, with more power than he had been attacked with earlier on. Though from now onwards, he would limit himself to a certain amount only.

Ki at start: 1000
Ki used: 50
Ki remaining: 950

Sora winced. His body skid back a bit so he could survey the fight. The opponent had near twice as much power as he did, but he was using it quick. If Sora could manage to use as little as possible, and then all at once when his opponent's stock was low, he should manage to win. Still a bit paralyzed, Sora prepared for another hit to come his way.

Ki: 500

Sorry Sora, but you have to actually lose ki when I use it against you.

How does that make any sense?