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| Osiris V. Magen; Gem spar | |
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| Topic Started: May 26 2011, 12:27 PM (221 Views) | |
| Osiris | May 26 2011, 12:27 PM Post #1 |
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Osiris was startled awake by a slight humming and hot sensation on his outer thigh. When he opened his eyes all he saw was the bright glow of his purple gem. Within seconds he was dropping several feet down onto a snowy embankment. Pushing himself up with gauntlet covered hands the half demon quickly surveyed his surroundings. He was on the side of a snow covered mountain. Lazy white specks drifted down from a cloud heavy heaven. The cloaked figure's breath hung in the air for a moment before fading away into the cold blue sky. There seemed to be no vegetation nearby to break the pure whit, only jagged spots of grey stone. So much for the hot winds and lava flows of Cauldron. Rising to his feet, the half demon brushed of his black cloak. His dark purple eyes scanned the area for a flat place to fight who ever showed up. There was no area to be found. Getting to a level spot would mean climbing down the mountain, which he did not feel like doing. In fact he wasn't even sure why he was there. All he really felt like doing was sleeping after having spent so many hours training and carring on with preparations all day. Osiris found a somewhat rounded boulder and laid down on it. He kept his sense of hearing sharp, but was otherwise content to relax. A storm brewed in the back of his mind that he rather not think about at the moment. In time he would soon be immersed in more activity and conflict past petty spars. As far as he was concerned these matches were more for pleasure than anything else. Word Count: 284 |
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| Piccolo Daimo | May 27 2011, 08:32 AM Post #2 |
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His artificial skin tingled from the cold emanating from the walls. In his chambers this far below the earth, the walls seemed to yearn for the heat he produced. He settled into his cross-legged seated position, and closed out the world around him. Magen was a soldier, and to be the best soldier you had to train your body as well as your mind. Several moments after he shut out the universe he was somewhere he had never been in his short life. Magen's enhanced sight quickly discerned a figure a short distance away, he could also feel this beings power, almost like the storm that was brewing in the distance behind the android. His computerized nerves processed the cold quickly and efficiently. It was not cold enough to effect him in the slightest, but it may be enough to a creature that had a less advanced circulatory system. There, the person was lying on a rock. Magen approached, letting instinct guide him, as he knew this was no Saiyan. "Heretic, repent before the Great Maker," he commanded towards the relaxed being. He would be prepared to fight this... thing. He hefted his axe in his left hand, waiting for the creature to stir. |
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| Osiris | May 28 2011, 04:41 AM Post #3 |
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Osiris opened his eyes lazily and a strange hulking figure appeared in the corner of his eye. Swinging his legs around he sat up to look at his opponent who was speaking to him. His face turned into a scowl as he heard the words of the seemingly unnatural entity before him. "What did you just say to me?" Hopping to his feet he looked up into the emotionless face of his adversary. He had heard the man loud and clear, and it made disdain run through his veins. His hand snapped out with great speed with an open palm strike to over-sized androids stomach. Speed teleporting the hooded figure vanished only to reappear behind his opponent and drop a hard side kick into his lower back. Hoping his foe would be stumbling forward, Osiris ran at him with a blast punch. He was dead set of slamming the huge man into the ground regardless of size. After the round of attacks, Osiris back flipped several times. He was glad to be wearing Siayan Gauntlets or else his hands would be freezing after sinking into the ankle high snow. When he came to a stop his back heel was hanging off the ledge of a cliff. Glancing over his shoulder he saw straight drop several hundred feet down. He growled at himself fro being so careless with his movements. Moving forward carefully he watched to see what his opponent would offer in his retaliation. Word Count: 245 Total Count: 529 |
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| Piccolo Daimo | May 28 2011, 01:25 PM Post #4 |
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The xeno stood and Magen barely had time to ready himself for the approach of the hooded figure. He wasn't exactly powerless to do anything, he could watch. He watched the hooded beast rush towards him, striking his midsection sending the soldier tumbling backwards into... the demon again! Magen rolled forwards with the power of the kick, turning in time to see the creature rush forward at him again. He brought his axe up to block the blow and despite his tight grip on his weapon it was knocked loose from his iron grip. Without breaking a sweat, the demon flipped away with preternatural agility. This is going to be even harder than the last training battle Magen set himself into a defensive fighting stance, his options were extremely limited and he had no desire to approach a steep cliff with a much stronger being standing around. He moved backwards slowly from the cliff, hoping to create the largest distance possible before the demon scum struck again and he had to defend himself. "Next time, I'll be ready," Magen chided himself. He couldn't believe that he wasn't ready for the strikes, but this thing was so fast. At least the snow wasn't a bother to him, maybe it was to this devil-creature. |
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| Osiris | May 29 2011, 01:11 AM Post #5 |
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Osiris jumped up and down on the balls of his toe and shook out his arms. The bite of the winter winds was starting to affect him. His clothing protected him some, but when it came down to it they were not meant for this weather. His clothes were meant to survive the extreme heat and terrain of cauldron. The freezing temperatures did not bode well with young half breed. Looking over at his opponent, the brutish looking man seemed undisturbed. He sized up what he assumed to be some kind of android crouching in a defensive stance. There seemed to be know way someone of flesh and blood could stand in the bone chilling wind unfazed. Gritting his teeth Osiris let out a deep growl as he dredged up Ki from deep within himself. The energy coursed through his body returning the warmth to his flesh. Deep purple energy swirled around him like a small tornado. feeling invigorated he went on the attack once more. Running straight at his opponent Osiris intended to overwhelm his defenses. He started off with a quick combination of two straight punches to the chest and then a hard foot stomp. Without pausing he move right into the next volley. he spun into a roundhouse kick with his right leg and then delivered a side kick before placing his foot back on the ground. To disengage Osiris threw a right jab and left hook to distract his opponent. Then he hoped into the air and attempted to drop kick the android in his broad chest. He landed back on his feet when he was through. Osiris breathed heavily in and out of his nose. The heat of his breath came out in great bursts before they were swept away by the wind. The half demon bent his knees and brought his arms to rest just in front of his chest. Here in a familiar defense stance he waited to see what his opponent would or could do as well as catch his breath. Word Count: 339 Total Count: 868 |
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| Piccolo Daimo | Jun 1 2011, 08:29 AM Post #6 |
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(sorry been busy lately) Magen's internal sensors indicated a drop in the temperature. If this continued, the temperatures would be dangerous to any organic life-form. Magen smiled. This would be a good day, he had none of the weaknesses of an organic life-form but he had all of the advantages. And oddly enough, it seemed as if the biting cold was effecting his opponent. His training allowed him to stay cool despite the power disparity, Magen would remain an efficient fighter. He would not be unnerved by this demon of chaos. He would purge the unclean. With that thought, he again smiled and instinctively his body pumped artificial chemicals around, simulating adrenaline along with a potent cocktail of synth-drugs which would help his muscles reach a far greater potential. He rushed forwards to meet his opponent head on, directly after the beast seemed to call upon an infernal energy from wherever the dark lords blessed their warriors from. The demon struck directly, easily deflected by the onrushing soldier. Magen brought his arm down to absorb some impact from the roundhouse, where the power from the kick crushed in his light armor, damaging his arm function. Things went downhill from there for the humanoid android. Osiris pushed through the android's defenses, delivering a powerful kick to his side which he no longer had the ability to block. Magen tumbled away, dismayed at the sheer strength of this demon, he had a slightly functional right arm now, the damage was extensive after the initial kick. Data streaming into view relayed that he had several cracked ribs and if he had lungs, one would be perforated. He brought his broken arm to block the left hook after taking a quick jab to the face, failing in its task to disorient, as internal equilibrium could withstand more than a minor blow than that. It was the dropkick knocking him back several feet that did the most damage of this exchange. Magen slid, building up a small pile of a snow behind himself until he came to a stop. He rolled over and stood slowly, sputtering up some form of liquid coolant, a much more efficient version of android blood. He grinned, this was indeed a good day to die. So he charged the Demon. "You'll pay for this Demon-Scum!" he yelled as he raced towards his foe. |
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