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| Topic Started: Oct 14 2009, 02:35 AM (179 Views) | |
| Angira | Oct 14 2009, 02:35 AM Post #1 |
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| Angira | Oct 14 2009, 08:43 PM Post #2 |
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Spinning around and dropping into the splits, Reijin popped back to his feet and began strumming an air guitar. Twirling around in a 720 degree spin on his heals he suddenly came to a stop before grabbing his crotch and popping his hips forward. A look of utter satisfaction and joy spread across his face before he jerked his hips forward once again and then began to move backwards in the famous ‘moonwalk’. Without stopping, he slid smoothly to his back, where he spun around a few times before bounding back to his feet in ‘break dance’ fashion. A hand tapped him on his shoulder and the Saiyan nearly leapt free from his skin. Turning around, but blinking profusely, he expected to find someone scary lurking around him, fortunately it was just one of Guru’s lackeys. Sighing with relief, he removed the ear pieces from his ears and turned the music off, unfortunately the Namekian’s great ears picked up on the lyrics to “Barbie Girl” and a disapproving look spread across his jade façade, though he spoke as if he cared little about it. “Lord Guru requests your presence,” began the Namek as he pointed to the head phones and training gear he was wearing. “A change of uniform and loss of this device might be best though. Find something comfortable to wear, from what I hear you’re one of the few that will be allowed tutelage by the great Guru. Do not take this lightly, not many are accepted to such an occasion, especially those not of the Namek race. Hurry, we leave in five minutes.” Before the Namek could finish his sentence, Reijin was already halfway through his house with only his boxers still on. Bumping into a side table, he let loose a flurry of curses as he dashed for the bathroom and bathed in typical military fashion. Within moments he was back out with a towel wrapped around his waist and his tail swinging wildly trying to fend the water off. Leaping over his bed, he ripped open his closet and pulled out his training gear and tossed it on as though it may run away if he didn’t clamp it on. Looking in the mirror, he ran his hand through his hair and smirked. This was what he was waiting for and there was no way he was going to give up this opportunity to gain training from any master; whether he was a Namek or not. Reijin had heard of the Guru Teachings and what you could benefit from it. He could only hope that in the end, he would be able to achieve a level closer to that of his opponents. Many of them had been granted a form all Saiyans knew as Gigi, or False Super Saiyan; it was something many strived for but few succeeded in gaining. Super Saiyan was beyond his limits and he knew it, but it was still a great goal nevertheless. Grabbing his senzu pouch, which was still empty, as he rushed for the door, Reijin came to a halt and looked over his dwelling one last time. It was the first time he was going to leave his house since that entire ordeal with Flute and it was bittersweet, for he knew that it was also the last time he would probably ever see it again. He was unsure why he felt that way, but something told him that it wasn’t far from true. He had to suck it up though; it was an equal trade and in order to gain anything, you had to be willing to give up something. Looking at the picture on the table he smiled. It was of him and his younger brother, who had all but vanished when the two were kids. He wanted to take it, but knew that he couldn’t and for a moment, sadness dwindled in his heart, but the promise of power to destroy those that had torn his family apart was greater than his depressed emotions. Guru would be able to give him the enhanced abilities he needed to achieve the supposed unachievable; in the end though, it came down to him. Pulling the door closed behind him, he turned and smiled at the Namek, who was still patiently awaiting his words. “I’m ready,” the Saiyan finally spoke after taking in a deep breath. “Let’s get going.” Post: 1 / 10 Words in Post: 743 Total Words: 743 / 3,700 [20% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 17 2009, 02:32 AM Post #3 |
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“You can be a real nutcase some times, you know that?” asked Piccolo Daimao as he lifted himself into the air. “But that’s why I hired you. Think you can get Lord Guru to believe that you’re who you say you are?” The man that looked exactly like Reijin, the Saiyan Piccolo had killed with little effort earlier that weak, and even his mannerisms and voice were spot on. It was actually quite impressive and if he hadn’t known who the creature actually was, he’d have believed the lifeless body of the Saiyan had returned from the dead already. His true form however, was something that left a lot to be desired and though it was only through short glimpses that he had caught it, the Namek was sure he would never forget it. “Just remember,” spoke the Namekian with the greatest of care. “You get the mission and get out of there. We complete it and tell Lord Guru that Reijin was killed and collect the reward for ourselves. It’s not fool proof, but it should work so long as you continue to play the Saiyan as well as you have been.” “Don’t worry about me, worry about yourself.” replied the creature as he looked around the long, grassy plains of the green planet below. “I’m not the only one that will get his ass handed to him if we fail you know. Don’t think for a second that if I’m offered a plea bargain that I wouldn’t rat you out. You’re in my debt now Piccolo and I will collect upon it someday.” Piccolo laughed and nodded his head. “You know Cyro,” the Namekian shook his head with mock disappointment. “If I didn’t like you so much, I’d have killed you already. You come in handy more than I think even you know. Should something happen to me, you’d make for a very good commander of your own allied forces. Even if you did mess that up the first time you tried.” They both laughed as they sped through the air, aiming their trajectory towards the hidden dwelling of the mighty Namek Guardian. It wouldn’t be long until they arrived, his column was already in site and the door was ascending to allow their entrance. It was time to get back into the game. They needed to be headstrong to complete this trickery and any slip up could spell disaster, but Piccolo had faith in his ally, he just hoped it wasn’t misguided, or misplaced. Post: 2/10 Words in Post: 417 Total Words: 1,160 / 3,700 [31% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 17 2009, 02:59 AM Post #4 |
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“Are you serious?” asked Cyro, hidden within the guise of the fallen Saiyan Reijin. “That’s all I have to do? And here I thought it would be a challenge.” “Stay your tongue monkey,” spoke Piccolo Daimao with contempt for the flesh that stood before him. “The great Lord Guru wouldn’t have given you a measly task for what he is offering. He gave it to you as a test, a great undergoing if you will. Completion of it is of the utmost importance and trust me, failure will not be tolerated.” The two men looked over each other, eyeing a sense of utter disgust upon one another. Although it was a rouse that both knew, it seemed that Guru and his other lackeys were falling for it and it was for that reason that they had continued to bicker like a married couple throughout the entire conversation. Everything was said and heard between the threesome, but on occasions Cyro would request a repeat to display obvious interest and hatred for his Namekian counterpart. Inside, Piccolo was chuckling. “Could you repeat the mission one last time?” asked the shape shifter with a smirk as Piccolo moaned. “Last time I swear, I just want to make sure I get it right the first time.” “There is nothing wrong with thoroughness Piccolo,” began Guru as he took a deep breath. “Kail, please relay the message once again, I fear all of this excitement has expired my reserves. I must mediate; I leave the rest up to you.” “Very well master Guru,” the Namek known as Kail replied as he stepped forward, his arms were crossed behind his back. “Lord Guru has noticed your skills in combat are surpassing some of his best students and thus, he has decided to send you on a trial, of sorts. You must travel around the planet Namek and defeat the 4 village guardians in an honorable duel, but neither of you are allowed to fly or use ki attacks. It will be a test of true martial arts, one that will push you beyond your limits, both mentally and physically. “ Killing them is not allowed, render them unconscious, make them tap out or give up. A telepathic link has been created between them and Guru himself, so he will know when you have defeated all of them. I would suggest you take your time and recover after each fight. “The first two will be simple one on ones, but it has been requested the third fight be a two vs one handicap match. Guru has faith in you, both of you. Success will be awarded if you both win your first matches. If you lose the second, the other gets a shot. Should you both lose, you receive no additional rewards other than your previous victories. The first battle will take place in the following area - he handed them a map - Good luck.” Piccolo and Cyro exited the hut and looked at each other; the outcome, however fortunate as it were, was completely unexpected. Not only had they fallen for the Saiyan guise, but Piccolo had also been offered the same training opportunity. The task at hand was locked down now, there was no way they could lose; or so they thought. As they traveled towards their first location, they quickly began to realize just who it was that they were about to have to fight; Placo, the Heir to Guru’s thrown. Post: 3/10 Words in Post: 591 Total Words: 1,751 / 3,700 [47% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 21 2009, 05:54 PM Post #5 |
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“About time you slackers showed up,” Placo said as the shape changer and Namekian landed on the ground next to him. “The message from Lord Guru arrived nearly ten minutes ago. If this is what you’re all about, I dare say you failed this mission already.” “How are we supposed to defeat you?” asked Cyro, still in his Saiyan guise. “I mean the heir to the Namek throne; what the hell man? I thought that this was supposed to be us beating on you and getting some kind of reward for it, not us getting our asses handed to us. There’s no way we can win this fight.” Piccolo slammed his hand into the shape changer’s neck, dropping him to the ground unconscious. Placo let out a sigh of relief and flashed the other Namekian a smile. It was obvious that his liking of the Saiyan race was as well placed as Daimao’s and that gave the weak man hope. He had heard a lot of Guru’s Guardian, none of which was good for those in his standing, but this sudden turn of events left him wondering just how exaggerated those things were. “So how’s about it, shall we get down to business?” asked Placo. His opponent in the matter nodded and removed his outer clothing, exposing his muscular, green form. He was definitely athletic, but probably not enough to put up a challenge. “Then let us begin. This battle will consist of a single, ten minute round of constant battling. If you can survive all ten minutes, you will pass this portion of the test and you will be allowed into round two. Do you understand? – Piccolo Daimao nodded – Good.” Before Piccolo was able to move, Placo had pounced. A thick, massive fist slammed into his face, jerking his head backwards more violently than he had expected, yet his body was unmoved. Two more fists connected with his sternum, doubling him over. The moment his head went horizontal, a knee shot upward, striking him hard in the face and driving him up and into the air. There was pressure around his ankles and before he knew it, Placo sent his opponent straight into the ground, face first. Pushing off the ground, Piccolo bound into the air, only to have to fully extended arms flying at him at an incredible pace. Leaping to the left and spinning himself around, the shorter Namek narrowly avoided the attack. Clasping onto the appendages as they began to retract, Daimao lowered his head, slamming into Placo’s face with a head butt completely unavoidable and critically damaging. The blow knocked the Guardian backwards, nearly dropping him to his backside, but he caught himself just in time. Piccolo watched as the man stood his ground, charging his body with pure energy, and calculated his next moves. He couldn’t give Placo time to think, it would be very bad for him and he knew it. Instinctively thrusting his hand forward and releasing a Mesposo, Piccolo watched in horror as the much more powerful warrior maneuvered out of the way and threw a ki blast back at him. The battle was going to be a lot harder than he anticipated, but he would try his best. Whether that would be good enough or not, he wasn’t sure, but one thing he did know, was that Placo made a mistake and he was about to take complete advantage of it. Post: 4/10 Words in Post: 584 Total Words: 2,335 / 3,700 [63% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 24 2009, 02:00 AM Post #6 |
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“No more energy.” spoke the Guardian as he held up his hand, expanding a massive wall of energy about them. Piccolo could feel his energy suddenly leave him. He wasn’t so sure he liked this anymore. "Well let's get this underway!" Before he knew what was happening, Piccolo and Placo had burst towards one another. Their bodies crashed into each other, releasing a giant shockwave that blew at the few pieces of grass left in the valley viciously, uprooting the lush green particles and sending them soaring into the air. The two warriors leapt backwards a little and charged again, this time ready to connect with punches and kicks. Placo was the first to attack, extending his leg in hopes of catching Piccolo’s face. The elder Namek ducked over the swinging limb and came back up quickly with an uppercut. The guardian pulsated with anger. His body roaring with power as he recovered from the barrage of attacks he had been suspect to. Piccolo stood calmly, his body a tranquil symbol of translucent hatred. The two adversaries bore into each other's minds. Piercing each other with stares. Piccolo lurched forward, his body ripping through the thick, humid air of the false hell. The constant fires burning created a moist air, a very steamy moist air that was the most uncomfortable. The weather in the dimension had obviously distracted the two and a sickening crunch echoed in his ears. The crunch coming from his own jaw. The sound of knuckles colliding with teeth was far too much to ignore. Placo’s head jerked sideways, past being parallel with his shoulder ridge. A muscle in the Namek's neck began to sting as it spun far behind its limits. Continuing his attack, Daimao drove his patella into the small of Placo’s back. The struck warrior fell onto his knees in pain as the tall fighter stood behind him, his hand cocked way back. "Give up while you can Placo.” Spoke Piccolo hoping to talk sense into the man. “This fighting is senseless and stupid. You can not win. You are inferior to a true Namek warrior and always will be.” Placo pulled himself onto his feet, staring, toe to toe, with his adversary. Quickly a punch exploded from the depths of his body. The jade fist flew towards the damaged face of the ever-battling guardian. The battle hardened warrior struck the fist with a quick rising forearm. Piccolo had stopped retreating and was against standing toe to toe with Guru’s Heir. The two combatants traded parries, a fist flying into a forearm, a counterattack kick flying into a knee rising to block it. Placo drove his fist forward; the shorter, hairless warrior raised his forearm and knocked it skyward. The block left the man’s ribcage exposed and Piccolo threw a punch towards the open bones. Placo quickly pushed off the ground with his feet, sliding sideways to avoid the attack. Dropping both his arms he grabbed onto the outstretched arm. With one quick motion the tension on the support structure of his body shifted onto his right leg as he twisted his hips and drove his arms over his own shoulder, rocketing Piccolo into the abyss of hell. Post: 5/10 Words in Post: 534 Total Words: 2,869 / 3,700 [78% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 24 2009, 02:06 AM Post #7 |
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Quickly, after releasing the smaller Namek, Placo chased after his falling body. The humanoid attacked with fierce force. Appearing over the falling body of his foe, he quickened his descent ten fold. A quick strike of his two hands laced together to create the commonly called "Hammer" he drove down the malicious tool onto the back of his foe. The battle worn ‘king’ struck the earthen surface with a boom of echoing rocks being crushed beneath his muscular frame. Unknown to Placo, Piccolo had landed on his palms, and the momentum from the extra attack was harmful yet it had helped him. The forward force propelled his body into a somersault, his legs driving upwards behind him. The Namek stuck his legs out to their full extent, trying to attack his small foe as he evaded. A sharp, burning pain struck his body. Between his legs he grabbed as the foot left its spot, deeply buried in the groin of the asexual creature. Placo's inner theigh burned with a fire he had never experienced before. A cheap, but accidental, shot to one's groin, asexual or not, was a sure fire way to piss some one off. Unfortunately for Placo, before he could enact his vendetta on the powerful Namek, Piccolo continued the assault. Unloading a massive barrage of fists upon his foe, Piccolo watched as a huge plume of debris rose into the air, completely blinding the sight between each other. Thinking quickly, he descended as fast as he could, directly into the dust cloud. Although the rocky fog hastily dissolved it had lasted just long enough for Placo to believe he was safe for a moment. However, that thought came crashing down after a swift field goal strike to his skull, knocked him silly. Blood poured all over the ground underneath the Namekian’s head. Anger fueled Placo’s rage as he stood up. "Let's dance!" said Placo as he stood to his feet and charged the shorter man. Piccolo dodged his first couple of punches, but as he went to kick him, he caught his foot, spun around his leg and gave him an open palm punch in his chest, causing the emerald ‘King’ to fly about fifteen feet through the air, before skidding across the ground, finally coming to a stop, only after he collided with the wall. As Piccolo lifted himself off of the ground, he charged once again, this time he dodged the attack; however, as he jump into the air, Placo vanished, leaving him totally stunned. Piccolo tried to make up for it by kicking hard off the ground, but the guardian was much too quick and came crashing down on top of him once again, this time landing feet first into his back. Piccolo lost all the air in his lungs, causing him to gasp for air, but before he could regain his composure, Placo fired a second kick into his back, sending him soaring though the air, only stopping when he grabbed him from behind and threw him back to the ground, creating a giant crater to bellow out from under him as he crashed deep into the fiery surface. Piccolo’s consciousness began to fade quickly and the last thing he saw was the bottom of Placo’s black boot and a smug look on his face. Then there was pain, followed by darkness. Post: 6/10 Words in Post: 559 Total Words: 3,428 / 3,700 [93% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 28 2009, 01:15 AM Post #8 |
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Piccolo awoke with a horrible headache. Clasping a hand over his dome, he slid his feet off of the cot he was perched upon and looked over to see Placo smiling at him. The look on his face sickened the Namek; it was joy. Moaning as he dropped his feet to the floor and stood up, he reached over to his patting bowl and splashed a handful of water over his face. Looking up and into the mirror, the Guardian’s heir was still smirking. “Honestly,” spat the jade warrior as he turned around to face his onlooker. “What?” “I’m impressed.” replied Placo as he stood up and handed Piccolo his hooded cloak. “Needless to say, you have passed Lord Guru’s first task. Unfortunately, you have two remaining. Think you’ll be able to do it?” Piccolo frowned at his questioner and pulled his boots on. Of course he wanted to shout out that he could do it hands down, that he wasn’t hurt mentally or physically, but it would have been a lie and Placo would obviously know that. That brought upon the reason he was uncomfortable at the moment. How did he pass the task if he had been beaten into the ground as he had been? Something wasn’t right about the entire ordeal, but he had somehow passed and he wasn’t going to question it. “Being able to take the punishment you did and get up so quickly proves your worth Piccolo,” explained Placo without being asked. “It is for this reason that I will guide you to your next destination and heal your wounds for the next part of your venture. Don’t disappoint me and wimp out on the next part my friend. You have the potential for greatness. See it through.” Reluctantly, Piccolo Daimao allowed Placo to heal his wounds. Sitting on his rear and crossing his legs, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. A warm sensation washed over him as the pain and wounds began to lift from his already healing body. His ki was returning, full and powerful; it was coming back fuller than before he had battled the Guardian’s heir, a good sign that his potential for power increase was beyond the norm for Namekians; not that he expected anything less. “Alright, are you ready?” asked the younger Namek. “Healing’s done, time to go.” Piccolo stood up and instantly realized that he was, in fact, healed. Pleased, he squeezed his hands into fists and smiled. The power was substantially higher than before and so was his ego. Bending at the knees and leaping into the air, his aura exploded around him, sending a ripple effect through the air. Turning back to Placo he watched as the Guardian’s Heir’s face displayed an unbelieving gaze. He truly was something spectacular. Waving his arm, he turned away from Placo and began ascending higher into the air. “Let’s go.” Post: 7/10 Words in Post: 496 Total Words: 3,924 / 3,700 [100% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 28 2009, 01:39 AM Post #9 |
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It took less than ten minutes to arrive at their next destination and when they landed, they were immediately approached by what Piccolo could only describe as a Saiyan. Placo placed his hand upon Piccolo’s shoulder and nodded to him. Lifting himself into the air, he quickly vanished into the distance, telepathically sending the elder Namek a message, hoping that he would come out on top in the next fight, which was sure to be somewhat of a challenge. “You ready there fool?” asked the Saiyan as he shifted his stance. “My name is Redimus. I’m a gladiator from Vegeta and work under the direct supervision of Lord Guru. I am supposed to be the second part of your trials, but I doubt you’ll be getting much further, so we’ll just call this the second and final leg of this task. It’s a pity that you were so unlucky as to have drawn me as a challenger. Mere Nameks aren’t meant to be warriors and as you will soon see, I am not as sympathetic as Placo.” Piccolo shook his head and waved a finger mockingly in the air. Removing his cloak and throwing it to the side, he squeezed his hand into a fist and slammed it into the ground, releasing a massive earthquake over the small fighting area. Redimus wasn’t impressed, but Piccolo could sense the shift in his attitude towards him. It wasn’t every day that a Saiyan found himself up against a Namek, let alone one with great power and potential, so it wasn’t surprising to see him underestimating the green man. “Why don’t we just stop this banter before it actually begins,” spat Daimao as he unleashed his aura, sending a second ripple across the battlefield. “Talk it cheap, let us put our fist where our mouths are.” “Bring it on green man.” smirked Redimus as he charged into battle. Piccolo rolled his eyes and slid into a defensive stance. This was going to be a hard fight, one that would definitely be one that he would remember. Two warriors from two difference races, both of which were underestimating each other’s potential. He would not be able to take it easy, it would take every ounce of power and skill to defeat Redimus and he knew it. The punch landed, moving oddly slower than expected, but landing nevertheless. The Saiyan’s fist slammed into his face, ruffling the flesh on his face, but surprisingly, doing no damage. Confused, he jerked backwards and kicked his leg out, striking the Saiyan hard in the chest and sending him flying straight through a tree. The raven haired warrior skid across the ground, flipping and tumbling head over heals before crashing into a rock and hitting the ground like a ton of bricks. Something was off and Piccolo Daimao found it difficult to believe that Redimus was that weak. Sliding into a guard, he watched and waited. Post: 8/10 Words in Post: 500 Total Words: 4,624 / 3,700 [100% Complete] |
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| Angira | Oct 28 2009, 01:05 PM Post #10 |
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Redimus was slow to get back to his feet and a look of distain was written on his face. It was obvious that he hadn’t expected Piccolo to be as strong as he was, but that was a common mistake, one that even Placo had made a mistake with. The Saiyan’s pride was wavering, knowing that a mere Namek was more powerful than he had to be somewhat disturbing, not to mention mind numbing. He wanted nothing more than to tear the green man’s head from his shoulders, but he knew that he wouldn’t even if he did get the chance; he wasn’t a brute anymore, Guru had taught him restraint and now, he had to practice it, but it was getting harder with each second. “What’s wrong you Saiyan loser?” mocked the Namekian as he shifted his stance to South Paw. “Can’t defeat a weak Namek? Are you sure that you’re even a Saiyan? Never met one as weak and pathetic as you before, but then again, your race isn’t known for being all that smart, so maybe you just don’t know how to use your power. Hmm. Seems like we’ve got an issue here. Are you sure Guru wanted you to test me and not, say, that rock?” Piccolo pointed towards a small rock that was protruding from the planet directly next to the Saiyan warrior. Clenching his hand into a fist, he slammed it into the rock, turning it instantly into a plumb of dust. Releasing a rebel yell, his aura was force free from his flesh, rocketing his power skyward as he lifted his arms straight into the air. Electricity bound free from his body, striking the ground, causing small detonations around him. A gust of wind bellowed outward, but the Namek stood his ground completely unmoved by the ordeal, his aura was still pulsating around him, raising his energy as well. “I’m going to force those words back down your throat,” Redimus smirked a dark smile. “Guru’s lackey or not, I will not be disrespected by a mere weakling like you! I hope you’re ready for your vacation to the Next Dimension fool. Your trial ends here!” The second Redimus took a step forward Piccolo appeared in front of the Saiyan and drove his fist into his sternum. The tailed warrior’s eyes shot wide open and his mouth formed an ‘O’ as the air was forcefully removed from his lungs. Grabbing at his abdomen as the Namek removed his hand from his body, Redimus gasped for air, but his lungs wouldn’t expand. The man’s butterscotch face began to darken into a violet shade as he dropped down to his knees. Grabbing the rear of the Saiyan’s head, Piccolo jerked it downward while bringing his knee straight upward. The impact of knee against face was disastrous for the primitive beast; his nose erupted in a splash of crimson liquid. Lifting only one hand to his face, Redimus’ face shifted from hatred to fear as the Namek rose his own hand towards the Saiyan’s face, an expanding orb of yellow energy pulsating centimeters from his hand. “Give up or die,” commanded the jade warrior as he watched the Saiyan’s ego deflate. “Choose now or I will choose for you. Guru did not say anything about me keeping you alive.” “You can’t use energy!” spat the Saiyan. Piccolo smirked. “Lord Guru said I wasn’t allowed to,” replied the Namek with a deepening darkness in his smile. “but that was only during our fight and needless to say, I already won. I just want to hear you beg for your lif…” “Enough Piccolo.” came a voice from behind, it was that of Placo, Guru’s heir. “No need to embarrass the Saiyan anymore than he already is.” Daimao nodded and chuckled. Lowering his palm, his aura collapsed around him and he pushed the Saiyan over by his head. Turning his back to the injured man, he looked over Placo, who looked both pleased and concerned about the Saiyan’s defeat. Redimus was hand selected for his fighting abilities and yet Piccolo had effortlessly defeated him. This was surely a good sign that the evolution of the Namek was progressing rapidly, but just how fast it was happening was almost startling. Piccolo seemed unbalanced and somewhat darker than normal Nameks and Placo feared it was due to his power; he was correct. “Let’s move on shall we?” asked Piccolo as he wiped the dirt from his pants. “Two more bastards to destroy, then I pass right?” Placo nodded. “Follow me.” Post: 9/10 Words in Post: 771 Total Words: 5,395 / 3,700 [1,695 Extra] |
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| Angira | Oct 29 2009, 12:34 AM Post #11 |
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Placo was moving faster than Piccolo and quickly began to pull ahead. A few times he was forced to slow himself so that he wouldn’t lose the elder Namek and each time it shook his nerves. As surprising as his power was, Daimao’s attitude was completely unbecoming of him and the Guardian’s Heir had to wonder if this wasn’t a test Lord Guru had created for him as well. Namekians were supposed to be known for their peace and tranquility, but Piccolo’s inability to show compassion was very strange and very foreign to Placo and he wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to be able to deal with people like him as the planet’s guardian. Finally, he began to pick up the pace, but it wasn't out of respect for Placo, he was just growing impatient with the travelling. Peering around as he launched himself forward and level with his leader, Daimao growled under his breath with distain. He couldn't take this anticipation any longer, he needed to know who he was fighting and if he would finally be able to use his energy or if he would still be stuck with it locked within him, without an outlet. If he didn't get an opportunity to use his full power soon, he was starting to feel like was going to pop. A gut feeling told Piccolo to attack Placo, but his better half told him not to attempt a suicidal mission and it was this side that he listened to. "There," spoke Placo, sending a wave of higher anticipation throughout Piccolo. "That's where we need to go, your next two opponents will be there awaiting our arrival. Are you ready Piccolo? There are two of them, both are brilliant fighters, but weaker than me, so you don't need to necessarily worry about power." Piccolo shrugged as though he could careless, but the excitement that filled his eyes gave away his true standing. He was like a little kid waiting for his parents to wake on Christmas; whomever it was he had to fight was the gift wrap, the present came after he succeeded in destroying it and tossing it to the wayside. Though he was still unsure of what he would come into possession of, Piccolo figured that the Namekian Lord wouldn’t have put him through this for nothing. A technique or special training had to be in store for him upon completion and all that now stood in his way were two unknown creatures of possible amazing power and technique. Flipping around as they descended, Piccolo landed first, finding two people staring him down as Placo landed next to him. Looking over at the guardian’s heir, the ‘King’ Piccolo couldn’t believe that he was supposed to fight the two looking back at him. Crossing his arms over his chest, he frowned and shook his head; this had to have been a joke. “These are your opponents and the final leg of the trial.” explained Placo “His name is Seer and hers is Ivy. I know, their names are someone ironic, but it’s that way so you’ll need to deal with it. Take care. If you win, return to Guru’s, we will be anxiously awaiting your arrival. Good luck.” Post: 10/10 Words in Post: 553 Total Words: 5,948 / 3,700 [2,248 Extra] |
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| Angira | Oct 29 2009, 01:41 AM Post #12 |
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Seer. It was a strange name for a man with a black cloth over his eyes, blinding him completely. His butterscotch flesh was protected by a flak vest, specially fit to form against his battle hardened body. Black gloves laced his hands, matching the vest completely. Two strange red buttons were secured to both sides of his chest and though it looked like nothing, Piccolo was sure that they were more than flare. Regardless, the man’s black leather suit and sturdy frame wasn’t that impressive because of the blind fold; the Namek had no choice but to believe that Seer would be nothing short of a push over. Ivy. The grass under the woman seemed to bow to her with every twitch of her muscles. She was wearing a fully green jumpsuit and bore bright orange hair. Her boots looked more like a weaving of plants and her gauntlets matched the flavor. She wasn’t buff at all, but slightly toned out, making her look more like a semi-athletic house wife than a true combatant. She had wrapped herself around Seer’s back, signifying the relationship between the two was more than a mere partnership. Whatever they were, the Namek would show neither any mercy. They stood in his way of grander and that simply would not do. “Hope you’re ready!” cried Piccolo without warning. “No holding back!” Leaping into the air, the Namek dashed downward with a straight kick, but before he knew what happened, the new duo had separated and the jade figure skid across the ground. Throwing his hands upward, he blocked twin kicks from the opposing forces as they thrust their legs horizontally, trying to kick Piccolo in the back of the head. Their shins bounced harmlessly off of his forearms, and the Namekian warrior jumped backwards, planting his hands against the ground and spinning himself around on his palms. His legs shot in opposite directions, allowing him to delivering a ‘helicopter’ kick to the air as the couple dashed away from him the second his feet neared them. Snarling, he flipped himself back to his feet and immediately went on guard as the female took her first opportunity to attack. Moving inward with surprising speed, she threw two punches, both of which Piccolo narrowly avoided, but the knee that followed had to be blocked. Throwing his arms down in an ‘x’, the jade warrior blocked the attack, but left himself wide open to a fist that smashed him straight in the face. The power from the punch didn’t hurt, but that wasn’t the objective anyway. The combination had thrown Piccolo off, disabling parts of his senses from being able to catch up in time to realize that the woman had not only wrapped her leg around his waist, but had thrown herself into the air and had him in a strangle hold. Piccolo could feel his lungs burning already and his body was craving oxygen, but the woman’s hold was too strong. He swung his body around, but as he did, Seer appeared in front of him and drove his gloved fist into the Namek’s gut, dropping him to his knees. The emerald flesh began to shift to an azure gloss and his eyes began to glaze over. Consciousness was fading quickly, but he kept his calm as always; if he was going to pass out, he would go down with his dignity intact. That’s when they made their first mistake. As Ivy clenched and released to re-clinch her hold, Piccolo caught his wind and took a deep breath. Seer spotted this somehow and drew his fist backwards. Instinctively, the Namekian made to stand, but the woman’s grasp re-wrapped him and kept him on his knees. Lifting his arm up, he grabbed a hold of her hair and as the blind man’s fist came for his face, Piccolo yanked her around, her fingernails digging into his flesh, but her head blocked the man’s punch and knocked her silly. Her hold was released almost instantly and the Namekian leapt upward and slammed his knee into the man’s chin. Ivy hit the ground at the same time as Piccolo’s knee collided with Seer’s face and both of his opponents were temporarily forced away from him. Unsure who to attack first, he made the mistake of over thinking his next attack and charged at Seer a moment after he had caught himself. The blind man, through senses unknown to Piccolo, picked up on his opponent’s approach and ducked the incoming head kick and delivered a devastating uppercut that knocked the Namekian into the air. Without any hesitation, Seer leapt into the air and flipped around. Driving his heel downward, he slammed his foot into the green man’s shoulder, separating his bone and releasing a sickening crunch that reverberated around the battlefield. Crying out, he grabbed his shoulder and fell to his knees once again. Looking up, he watched Seer helping Ivy up and together they patted the dirt off one another. Turning their attention to the fallen Namekian, they split up and began to walk in opposite arcs, attempting to center him between the line that connected his opponents. They were going to come in at him from opposite directions, their plan was clear as day and that threw him off for a moment; there had to be something else happening, there was no way they would be stupid enough to do something so painfully obvious. He was wrong. Simultaneously, they lunged and with only seven strikes, the match was over. Post: 11/10 Words in Post: 934 Total Words: 6,882 / 3,700 [3,182 Extra] |
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| Angira | Oct 29 2009, 02:40 AM Post #13 |
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Together, the couple came in and collapsed upon the Namekian. Piccolo, caught dead center stood his ground, his eyes planted on the power hitter Seer while his ears traced the subtle foot patter from Ivy. They were almost synchronized, but the woman’s shorter leg span offered a small, but precise difference in their movements and that’s how he capitalized on their assault. Seer ripped his arm backwards and the jade warrior could only guess by the sound of Ivy’s shift that she was emulating his maneuver. Counting his steps, Piccolo watched as the blind man shifted his weight and threw his arm forward with all of his might. Dropping down to a knee, he bobbed his head to the left, allowing the man’s gloved fist to shoot harmlessly passed his head. The whistling sound stung his ears, but the air from Ivy’s hand disrupted the vibrations in the air and gave Piccolo his first strike. One. Dipping his hip and thrusting his shoulder backwards, Piccolo raised his elbow and crushed it into Ivy’s fragile nose. Crimson liquid erupted from her tiny nostrils, squirting blood all over the Namekian’s torso garb, but it didn’t slow him down at all. Keeping his eyes ever rotating between the two foes, he watched as Seer reared back his fists once again and prepared to strike. There was another mistake in this maneuver. As he pulled backwards, he left himself exposed and that’s when Piccolo struck. Two. Grabbing a hold of Seers face, the jade warrior’s finger nails dug deep into the man’s flesh as he was lifted off of his feet. Driving upward with all of his might, Piccolo caused the blind man’s body to go completely horizontal before he began to descend rapidly back towards the earthen surface. Seer’s head struck first, burying itself in the unforgiving ground, but the strength the Namekian had used thrust half of his torso into he dirt as well, locking the telekinetic in the ground, if even for a moment. Three. Ivy had regained her composure, even though blood continued to leak from her skull. Dashing forward, she faked a punch and kicked at Piccolo’s head. The woman’s healed boot soared past his head as he shifted his body, digging his front foot into the around while spinning his body out of the path of danger. Driving his hips downward and raising his hands above his head, he lifted his back foot off of the ground and slammed it into the side of the orange haired woman’s head, succeeding in delivering a spinning heal kick to the side of her cranium. Four and five. Both of his opponents were on the ground once again, but Piccolo Daimao was no fool, there was no way that short combination would be enough to keep them down. Ivy had just taken a fall, meaning that Seer would be lifting himself up any second now; he was correct, the blind man was wriggling free from his bonds. Thinking quickly, Piccolo flipped backwards, doing a back hand spring and then following up with a leaping back tuck. While in mid-air, he pulled his knees into his chest and allowed his body to flip slower than the norm, for he was not looking to land on his feet. Completing his flip, Piccolo drove his right knee into the gut of the blinded man, forcefully releasing the air from his lungs and once again temporarily stunning him. Knowing that he would not be in the clear and spotting movement out of his per referral vision, the Namekian rolled forward off of his victim and tucked into a summersault as Ivy returned to her fruitless struggle to render her jade opponent unconscious. As he rolled forward, he tucked his right arm into his chest and lifted his left above his head. The moment his feet hit surface, he bound upward, retracting his left arm and thrusting his right up and outward, upper cutting the female in the jaw and knocking her unconscious. Her limb body hit the ground with a thud and for a moment, she didn’t breathe. Six and Seven. As Piccolo paused to watch Ivy’s breathing return, he was caught off guard by Seer’s surprise attack. His arm shot forward, narrowly missing his already injured shoulder, but Piccolo was much too smart to fall for such a horrible plan. The second his arm shot past, he wrapped his arms around the blind man’s appendage and broke it with incredible ease. Pushing him backwards, he took a step and a half forward, leapt into the air and spun around in a 420 degree rotation. Kicking his heel outward, he delivering a devastatingly beautiful kick to the blind man’s temple, dropping him like a ton of bricks where he stood. Piccolo Daimao had done it, he had successfully defeated the four village guardians that Guru had placed before him and before he was able to take a breather, the scene melted around him and he was suddenly teleported back to the Namek Guardian’s dwelling. “Well done brother,” spoke Placo, sounding surprised. “Very quick and very efficient. You have passed Lord Guru’s Trial. And now, your reward. Kneel.” Piccolo did as asked and Guru leaned forward, placing his hand upon Daimao’s head. “Unlock!” Post: 12/10 Words in Post: 890 Total Words: 7,772 / 3,700 [4,072 Extra] [COMPLETE!] |
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