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| Frigid (w) Vs Zetta (l); Gem Spar (Complete) | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 3 2012, 10:38 AM (639 Views) | |
| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 10:38 AM Post #1 |
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Frigid played with the small gem in hand, holding it up to the light of the window. ". . .And you're sure this thing will help me get stronger, Alkari?" The bird-man simply nodded confidently, "Yes, says so here in the pamphlet. It allows you to telepathically spar with anyone in the universe." Frigid merely raised a brow-ridge to Alkari who gave him a thumbs up and a grin while holding up a 'Telepathy Gem' pamphlet. Frigid, gripped the gem in his palm, before sitting in the corner of a room, closing his eyes as he tried to get into a meditative state. ". . .Again I'll have to take your word for it." He closed his eyes, "So how does this work, do I just like. . . Send out a telepathic broadcast, 'Hey anyone in the universe want to spar?' " Alkari just looked up and shrugged, "Go for it, boss?" Frigid just squinted an eye open, staring at him for a moment. ". . .I swear this had better not blow my brains out or something otherwise I -will- haunt you Alkari." He closed his eyes, relaxing. Alkari made, some sort of witty retort he really couldn't catch it. The outer world seemed to fade away, sounds becoming muffled as he slipped into a telepathic plane of existence. He soon found himself in what appeared to be a city bleached gray as if all color had been sapped from it. It looked abandoned, post-apocalyptic even. Car-windows blown out, towering skyscrapers reduced to framework, it was a mess. There was the slight snow of ash falling from a pure gray sky, covering some of the buildings and concrete in the lightest layer of ash. ". . .Is this what it looks like in my head?" He murmured, looking down an empty street, eyes narrowing, ". . .Maybe I should look into therapy. . ." WC: 316 TWC: 316 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 11:40 AM Post #2 |
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Ash fell beautifully as a grand fire in the distance would fill the are with the grey and white flakes of everything it consumed. It was a strange place to be taken to, but Zetta would find it kind of interesting. 'What on Vegeta could have come through to consume this place in destruction?' Stepping through the streets Zetta would marvel at not only the technology, but just how much it was all busted up. The luxury of having a car was something not many saiyans would indulge on, but here there were dozens of them and all in seemingly good enough shape to use. 'I'm not really here though' Zetta would think to himself, wondering what planet he had landed on in his newest travel. The destroyed town was seemingly empty... until Zetta caught a glimpse of another soul who was wandering in another direction. He was short and that white color that would send chills and anger down the saiyan's spine. 'What the hell is one of those doing here?' he though as he ducked back and hid around the corner of a small residential building. With his body out of sight, Zetta would peek around the corner to watch. 'Maybe he's the one responsible for all of this.' A plan of attack is what Zetta needed as he watched, an eye and a few bits of his bright red hair sticking out from the building's edge. Speed: 540 PL: 3,720 *Saiyan boots and Tactical fighting Style bonuses included* wc: 242 T: 242 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 11:52 AM Post #3 |
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His tail swayed behind him slowly as eyes scanned the empty streets. He started, slowly, walking forwards. Compacted Ash and debris crunched under each step. "So now what?" He murmured to himself, the voice muffled some under his face-mask. He had passed the building the Saiyan was hiding behind, not noticing him as he stood at an intersection. The light white ash snowfall seemed to obscure the distance after a while. . . The streets went for as long as he could see before simply being shrouded by what seemed like a thick white mist in the far distance. He crossed his arms, standing upright at that intersection. 'I don't understand, should there be someone else here?' He pondered to himself, silently, mentally. His head dipping some with the thought. He was starting to wonder if something had gone wrong with the Telepathy Gem, maybe his head really -had- exploded and he was stuck in some strange limbo. He was so going to haunt that bird-man he swore it. PL: 3,321 Speed: 537 WC: 169 TWC: 485 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 12:09 PM Post #4 |
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Frigid passed by seeming to be in some sort of daze. Not noticing the saiyan would give the hidden fighter an upper hand that he wouldn't squander with a shout and attack. A plain surprise attack would do the trick. Zetta jumped up along side the edge of the building the saiyan would begin to gather his ki. As he reached the height of the house he then pressed his feet into the building's side as quietly as he could. With a spring Zetta rocketed himself at the changling. Balling up his fist and throw this flying punch at the Frigid's face, expecting a strong collision the saiyan would tighten his arm and shoulder as his core lengthened out to put his weight into it as well. Action 1) Power up Action 2) Flying Punch (Special) PL: ^4,960 Ki ^2480 wc: 127 T: 369 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 12:19 PM Post #5 |
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He continued staring off into that white nothingness, before half-turning as he heard rustling behind him. Literally as he snapped his gaze over he was just in time to see a fist barely inches from his face. Eyes widened as the fist planted dead-on in his face and sent the Changeling reeling off his feet, corkscrewing through the air as he flew back a few feet. One of his pointed shoulder-pads raked across the ground as he lost altitude, kicking up a cloud of ash before he crashed into a car. The groan of twisted metal and shattering glass breaking the silence as glittering glass flew into the air. Frigid had to take a moment to recollect his faculties, putting a hand to his face where he'd gained a few lacerations, purple blood trickling from his face and staining his ivory white carapace. He stumbled to his feet, his vision taking a moment to collect and see the foe that had hit him, though it was blurred from the sheer force of the blow his face had absorbed. Big. . .Muscly. . . Towering guy. . . Was that a tail he could make out? "Who. . . Are you. . .?" He managed, an -incredibly- stupid question to ask but frankly his brain currently hadn't caught up yet. He lowered his posture some, trying to regain his equilibrium and prepare for this new assailant. ------- Free: Take A2 Action 1) Pick self up Action 2) "OH GOD OWW GIMME A MOMENT" PL: 3,321 Ki: 1,660 WC: 235 TWC: 720 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 12:41 PM Post #6 |
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Zetta's punch had landed and the forward energy he had transferred into Frigid. Dropping his lower body down, he landed with a pair of somewhat loud 'clops' as his hard soled shoes made contact with the ground. A gust of wind blew through and Zetta's cape would blow off to the side, revealing his bright red tail as it twirled and twitched behind him. 'That should give a good starting point' he thought as the idea of destroying an entire city dawned on him... 'He has to be very powerful... I don't even know if I could do this much.' The changling lifted himself up and as he did Zetta picked up his left arm and opened his hand. He flattened his palm perpendicular to the ground so his open hand faced Frigid as he asked Zetta who he was. A small metallic ring sat in the middle of his hand and it slowly began to glow a faint yellow color as the saiyan spoke, "The one who will make you pay for destroying this city." His tone was rough and dark, but the feelings of hatred towards this creature would out weigh the doubt that Frigid didn't do it; changlings are all evil you know. Before the chance to respond could be given, Zetta's arm quaked as the muscles triggered his little metal ring to fire off a blast of ki at the 'monster'. Action 1) Arm Blaster (Energy Blast, 1 damage rating, no ki cost) Action 2) N/A Action 3) N/A wc: 216 T: 585 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 01:01 PM Post #7 |
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Frigid's vision focused now. A Saiyan, definitely, he could tell just by the way the guy held himself let alone the dead give away. . . The Tail. Figures, his first time using this thing and he had to snag the monkey warrior race of the universe as a sparring partner. "The one who will make you pay for destroying this city." "Wait wh--" Naturally before he could respond that Ki blast came at him. Naturally he was having -none- of that. Bringing up an arm he quickly swung it sideways, slapping the Ki-Blast out of the sky and having it careen into a nearby building, exploding upon contact and sending debris flying pass Frigid along with a new cloud of ash that obscured much of his body, the whole time his body was un-moving, and his gaze dead set on Zetta. "Ok no. I did not destroy this city. . . I'm not wasteful like that. You're battling through a telepathy gem you ninny it's just a backdrop." He scolded the would-be saiyan. Before gripping his hands into balled fists. "Now for proper introductions, my name is Frigid." He said, his Ki suddenly swirling through his body, powering himself up. His signature red energy squirling around him as the ash cloud broke away from him. "Remember it, because some day I -will- make it big." With his power up, back on even footing with this Saiyan, he kicked off the ground, bum-rushing him by kicking off the ground, a cloud of ash trailing behind his feet as he blazed at him head on, looking to get into close combat and initiate a flurry of punches and kicks, to size up this would-be opponent. ------- Action 1.) Deflect Action 2.) Power Up Action 3.) Start Grapple PL: 4,428 ^ Ki: 2214 ^ WC: 284 TWC: 1004 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 01:39 PM Post #8 |
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Zetta was a little shocked as his attack was simply palmed away. 'Blasters aren't that powerful, but he just got rid of it as if it was nothing.' This was going to be a grand fight for sure. "A back drop? The stone can let you see places worlds away.," he shouted as the creature charged. With little time to prepare Zetta would leap backwards and prepare himself for the oncoming attack. No amount of bracing would be enough for this though. The changling's hard shell impacted Zetta and nearly pinned him to the building behind him. With the wind nearly knocked from his core the saiyan drew his right arm back and struck at the changlings face at the same time his left leg would ride up to knee the creature in the stomach. Drawing back from his punch after it had fully extended his insinct took a hold and he would find himself throwing a left elbow at Frigid's right temple. Twisting back from the large blow Zetta would go for a pair of quick hooks to the changling's ribcage before slamming his forehead into the creature's nose. Action 1) Breathe! Action 2) Right straight Jab & Left Knee (Quick) Action 3) Left Elbow strike (Special) Action 4) Right hook x 2 (quick) Action 5) Headbutt (Special) wc: 191 T: 776 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 01:56 PM Post #9 |
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Wait, what? The Gem could let you do -that-?! Why didn't Alkari read THAT part of the pamphlet?! Honestly he was so fumed for the moment he actually was forced to take the jab and knee to his gut. Hitting his face and gut at the same time which produced another cough of purple blood as his innards screamed at him in pain for his lapse. The rest of the hits, he wasn't going to be so lax about. He was -very- quick to block the elbow strike, bringing up his arm so the punch would only connect with his white carapace, stopping it mere inches from his temple. He pulled back his arm as the Saiyan warrior pulled off to haul off for two more quick hooks which he as well blocked by swinging down his arms and blocking both hooks with that carapace again. Zetta's headbutt came very close to connecting, but the Changeling just barely managed to leap back in time, dodging the blow by kicking off the ground and getting just out of reach. He wasn't going to let that go un-answered however, he quickly twirled around in place while in his dodge, doing a full 360 spin. In one quick attack he tried to swipe a fist across Zetta's face for a quick blow. In the same motion however, he followed up with his tail sweeping low, looking to slam the powerful tail clear into his midsection in one powerful strike. ------ Free: Take A2 Action 1) Block A3 Action 2) Block A4 Action 3) Dodge A5 Action 4) Fist swipe (quick) Action 5) Tail swipe (Special) WC: 246 TWC: 1252 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 02:44 PM Post #10 |
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'That bastard can block whatever I dish out' Zetta though, the idea bringing a little look of disgust to his face. If it is so close a fight, then this might not end that well. The changling jumped backwards and spun, "What the," Zetta started but was interrupted by a duo of powerful blows. The back of a fist and a spinney tail would crash into his head and chest; sending him tumbling and rolling several feet away. Tumbling sideways through cartwheels the saiyan would lose his weighted cape along the way and slow down enough that his body would fall and lay stretched out on the ground. It was a horrible pain and if not for the twin impact, something would have been broken. As it stood, his face was already bruised and his ribs must be much the same way under his shirt. Quickly scurrying to his feet the saiyan turn his head and spit out a wad of blood. His body almost on fire as all of the scrapes had collected ashes and dirt. "You bastard," he said, his jaw opening a bit wider than required. A red flame flickered from his mouth as he yelled"I'll break you!" Dashing forward Zetta's hair began to move and flow like fire, little bits of these red locks seemed to part from his head as the fire crackled. Around his feet and from his hands a bright purple flame would ignite as he jumped up. With a quick front flip and an extended leg, Zetta would drop a heel at Frigid's skull as his mouth opened wide and he blew out a body sized torrent of flames at the changling. Free: Take A 4 / 5 and end grapple. Action 1) Aura Action 2) Front flip heel drop (Special) Action 3) Flame Breath wc: 281 T: 1,057 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 03:16 PM Post #11 |
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As Zetta rolled to the ground he took this moment to slam a fist into the ground. Frigid's back going rigid as he took the precious moment Zetta had to gather his senses and summon up his Aura. It was time he whipped out his full bag of tricks too, "Try me." Red energy swirled, and his Ki suddenly exploded with energy as he triggered his transformation. Back spines grew and his muscles and body seemed to double over in size, going from smaller then the Saiyan to taller and bulkier in precious few seconds. His tail continued to sway behind him, crouched, one fist to the ground as he cried out, channeling his Ki into this transformation for maximum power. Ash blew away from him at all sides, a thick cloud of the stuff bursting in all directions as if fleeing the transforming Changeling's now bulky bony form. Spine-ridges raised, hands like bone claws and horns elongated, now pointing straight back. He perhaps wasn't as bulky as say Frieza in his first form, but the various spiny ridges more then made up for the intimidation factor. All the while the Saiyan was coming down atop of him, and his transformation finished scant moments before the Saiyan came down on him. He raised up an arm, blocking the drop-kick as flames poured down on him. He gritted his teeth eyes wide now as he dug in his heels, body burning. Even with his transformation he wasn't going to be able to go much longer after this blow. . . So he had to end this, -now-. He kicked in his Bukujutsu, literally pushing himself up into the air and -forcing- himself into the flames as he brought up a low fist. A roar of rage coming from him as he forced the fist clear through the flames and into the lower jaw of the Saiyan mid-flame-spew to get him to shut his mouth and deliver an absolutely crippling uppercut, praying to whatever dark diety looked over Changelings that this gambit worked. ------ Action 1.) Transformation 1 Action 2.) Block Action 2 Free: Take Action 3 Action 3.) Bukujutsu Action 4.) Uppercut! (Special) (Stunned hit) PL: 5678^ Ki: 2839^ WC: 341 TWC: 1593 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 03:48 PM Post #12 |
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He got bigger, taller, stronger... but nothing would stop Zetta now, or so he though. The larger and more powerful changling would stop the powerful downward strike with an arm, then with an equally powerful motion he shot upwards into a powerful upper cut. The attack would whip Zetta's head backwards and throw him to the ground. His cheek bruised, his ribs darkened, his mouth would trickle blood as he lay. 'What just happened...' The aura which burned so brightly before died down as the fighter's will wavered. He thought that it should be over, but something inside of him was still burning. With just a moment to realize what had happened Zetta grasped a fistful of ashes and dirt and sat up. "I'm not done yet," he said as he forced himself to his feet. Shakey from his injuries and drooling blood from the jaw strike, the saiyan would spit once more a deal of bright red saliva. "I can't give up so soon." His aura which had dimmed grew bright once more. Holding up his left hand Zetta let out a blast from his little machine, the orb was nearly head sized and zipped quickly past the small distance between the air born Changling and the ground bound Saiyan. Stepping backwards he shot off another blast at Frigid, his aim shifting with however the creature would change. Opening his jaw once more a blast of red and orange flames flew at Frigid. Take Action 4 Action 1) Arm Blaster Action 2) Arm Blaster Action 3) Fire Breath wc: 245 T: 1,302 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 04:10 PM Post #13 |
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Frigid took labored breaths as he watched the Saiyan go down, one hand covering his now badly burned face. He was, of course, unfortunate enough to see the form move. 'Great. . .' He had a little more stamina to go off of, but not a lot. Badly marred by flames and the beatings he'd endured, he wasn't even sure what was keeping him going at this point. He floated in the air, thanks to his Bukujutsu having launched him up there, fists clenched, looking down at the Saiyan. 'Well, if I'm not going to last much longer. . . Time to unload everything, it's not like I've used any Ki yet!' Speak of the devil, he was soon met with two Ki blasts from the arm blaster, both impacting his left shoulder and causing him to grimace in pain as his white carapace began to crack some under the weaker blows, his left arm going limp and numb. He didn't even want to bother to check the damage. Then he saw him approaching with those flames again, thankfully, he was already in the air. Focusing his Ki to his feet he blazed right out of the way, strafing out of reach of the flames and flying alongside the walls of the buildings, the glass bursting from the heat of the flames as it trailed behind him and concrete being charred black. Glass, embers and ash rained all around him as he strafed, just barely avoiding the flames licking at his tail. He twisted in the air, pointing out his right hand finger and letting loose two concentrated red Energy Beams from his finger, consecutively, one after the other. Each one lancing down towards Zetta's position and exploding on contact if they met anything in one large red explosion. He knew these blasts had -considerably- more power then the arm-gun the Saiyan had. ----- Free: Take Action 1 and 2 Action 1.) Dodge Action 3 Action 2.) One Finger Blast Action 3.) One Finger Blast WC: 313 TWC: 1906 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 06:08 PM Post #14 |
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The bastard was flying around as if nothing was wrong as he took hit after hit, his shell cracking under the strain. With a raised right arm there was a red beam zipped towards Zetta. With his best impersonation of Frigid, the saiyan would reach out with his left hand and slap at the first blast and then the second. The first would find it was knocked a little off course and it simply singed the saiyans hand. The second attack would explode on impact with his palm. From the smoke a fist sized orb of yellow ki would rocket out at Frigid. The little metal ring which had actually protected Zetta to some degree from the attack would not make contact the second time he attempted to swat a beam from the air. The cloth of the arm had exploded and there were black marks over the length of his left fore arm. Breathing heavily the purple aura which pulsed and danced around him would burn brighter as his brow furrowed. 'No backing down' The red-head stepped towards the changling as his left left arm sank down to his side. 'Wait, why should I meet him in the sky,' the thought struck like lightning and what training he did have kicked back in; with his brain overwriting his instinct the saiyan made a quick turn to his left and darted. Weaving between cars and remains of houses he would work his way into a parking garage. The building was fairly intact and the entrance was just wide enough for a pair of cars to come in or go out. The ceiling was sturdy concrete and dimmed the natural lighting which was present outside. The floor was fairly flat except for an area in the far back where it curved upwards to an upper floor. Along either of the far sides were a few cars and the walls were nothing more than an over and under hanging of concrete which let in scant amounts of light through an open "peep hole" segment. Action 1) Block Action 2 Free Action) Take Action 3 Action 2) Fire Arm Blaster Action 3) Dart to a new location wc: 343 T: 1,645 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 06:28 PM Post #15 |
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He avoided the Ki-blast just as deftly as he'd avoided the flames. A quick dive caused the Ki blast to harmlessly hit the building he'd been strafing along. He then dove down closer to ground level, seeing Zetta. . . Run the other way? What? He was kind of surprised the Saiyan wasn't even limping but, given the robustness he'd seen of this man so far it didn't surprise him -that- much. All he could do was follow the Saiyan, until he saw him enter a parking garage underground. His eye visibly twitched at these shenanigans. He grumbled and gripped at his left arm to finally check the damages. . . He was starting to regain functionality, but it was covered in purple blood, and it looked worse for wear around the shoulder. With that in check, it was time to enact plan 'Flush out the annoying red haired monkey'. He grunted, as he picked up a nearby car from the street. Then? He tossed the car -into- the parking garage's open front. Literally just chucked it in there before raising up his right hand, finger pointing forwards. He waited till the car had reached about the center-point of the garage before pointing forwards a finger and letting loose another red finger blast. This blast was aimed directly at the car, and would ignite the gases within it, using it like a bomb. Not only that but it set off the energies of his One-Finger blast, making a big enough explosion to reach the -other- cars in the parking lot and igniting them as well. Literally in about a moment he'd filled the entirety of the parking garage with enough flames that they were spewing out of the 'peep holes' like geysers. Naturally he didn't even flinch as the orange glow of the flames played across his worn and ragged body. "So many reasons I'm not playing this hide and go seek game with you. . ." He just simply muttered, agitatedly. ------ Action 1.) Dodge A2 Action 2.) Follow with Bukujutsu and chuck a car. Action 3.) Road rage with a Finger Blast WC: 331 TWC: 2237 |
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| Zetta | Sep 3 2012, 07:47 PM Post #16 |
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Truning and waiting for the changling, who was following. Something changed though... He threw a car... 'Why the hell did he throw a car' and then there was a beam from Frigid. 'Don't those explode?' Sure enough the vehicle would slide through the air and make its way to about the mid point of the building before combustion. There were bits of metal and flame everywhere. The fires would flicker and dance towards the other cars and this time, Zetta was ready. Aiming upwards with his left arm Zetta would let off a blast from his metal ring and leap up through it. The "ground" below him would shake and let off a rumble as there was a grand eruption of flames which spewed about. Somewhat steady and on his feet, there was a moment of quiet before Zetta darted up another floor. This floor was fairly empty and unless the creature could sense him, he'd have a hard time keeping good track of a single soul amidst such a large amount of ruckus. Peering out from the darkness the saiyan kept track of the changling; the flames at the first floor were still flickering and maintaining their tiny selves as just portions of the cars would keep burning. Action 1) Arm Blaster Action 2) Dodge Action 3 Action 3) Change floors in the confusion. wc: 210 T:1855 |
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| Frigid | Sep 3 2012, 08:35 PM Post #17 |
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The Changeling kept his hand out, still floating int he air. Beneath his face mask he smirked seeing the pyres of fire, hearing the groans of the building as the garage had to absorb the blow of the flames. He raised up a finger again, -knowing- with these old already wrecked buildings they didn't have a lot left going for them. So he fired yet another blast from his fingertip, one more to drive his point home. He simply idly swished his tail, as he so very casually fired the energy blast from his finger tip. This one, was not aimed at Zetta at all, or even his general location. A lot of that having to do with the fact he wasn't aiming at Zetta, but what remained of the already weakened support structures holding up the building. The red blast echoing out from the building and the explosion sending debris flying as he struck a critical spot of the garage's structure. You didn't have to be a structural analysist to know the place was about to go down, the floors all groaning and collapsing in on themselves with the powerful blow. As the building crashed down he'd remain there, floating above it, finger still out, just -waiting- for movement as the dust cleared. Though, unfortunately he had to come to terms with the fact his Finger-Blasts were not cheap. . . He was loosing ki, fast now. . . If he lost too much it would be impossible to even keep up his form anymore. ----- WC: 256 TWC: 2493 |
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| Zetta | Sep 4 2012, 12:15 AM Post #18 |
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There was a creaking in the structure as it slowly swayed. Frigid would stay firm as the building let out signs and spoke of woe; it's time would soon come to an end, with or without the saiyan inside it. Realizing this Zetta would turn to the back half of the building and run. If he could make it out before it fell, there would be another chance to hide and get the changing to come within gripping distance. 'My arm still doesn't feel very good' the red-head would question as he shoot himself out the gap in the wall and into the sky. There was an explosion behind him, Frigid must have decided to bring the building down on him... but that's where Zetta's tactical teaching would benefit him. With a crack and a tumble Zetta plummeted into an office floor of a business which was...partially intact. The sound of the glass would be muffled and perhaps entirely masked by the destruction of his original plan. New plan? Find a spot and rest up for a minute. Maybe he could get enough time to tend to his burned arm. Setting down against a desk Zetta watched the window, trying to let his achey body rest, while he scouted for the monster. Resting +10% damage/Ki unless interrupted. wc: 213 T: 2068 |
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| Frigid | Sep 4 2012, 02:23 PM Post #19 |
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Not seeing the red-haired monkey in the rubble, he would have made the initial assumption he was crushed. However, their would-be telepathic duel wasn't over, so he knew better, he knew the guy had to be alive and hiding. He grimaced, before going down to level with the rubble, to try and look around and see where he'd retreated too. Frigid's leaning one foot up on a block of rubble as he surveyed the area. The ashy dust wasn't making it easy, his eyes scanning the area and nearby buildings. He knew the Saiyan had to be hiding in one of them. . . Thankfully, in a world of pure gray red kinda stuck out like a sore thumb. After his gaze passed by one of the windows he noticed the distinct glint of -red- by a desk in one of the lower office buildings. It was partially covered in rubble but he saw just enough to notice the red color. That had to be him. He rolled his left arm, making sure it really was functioning again, "It's high past time to go in and finish this now, one way or another." He kicked in his Bukujutsu, blazing into the window with his red Ki blazing around him as he just straight up burst right in, sending the pile of debris partially blocking the window bursting in all directions. His vision focusing in on the distinct red of his hair. No rest for the wicked, he thrust a fist straight out from his right hand looking to pummel the man in the face. He was quick to follow that up with a straight knee to the gut suspiciously similiar to how Zetta had tried to do to him. He spun his body while doing that knee, once more twisting his body 360 degrees while in mid air and swinging that bony tail at his neck. All attacks he'd focused a lot of power into. He knew this man -wanted- him in close combat or was hiding from him. Either way, the strongest offense he could muster was important here. ------ Action 1.) Facepunch (Special) Action 2.) Knee Gut (Special) Action 3.) Tail to the neck (Special) WC: 350 TWC: 2843 |
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| Zetta | Sep 4 2012, 04:06 PM Post #20 |
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There was a moments rest, but only just. As the burn on Zetta's palm began to equalize there was another grand crashing of glass as Frigid made his way into the building. As Zetta scrambled to his feet there was a strong jab. Zetta would knock it off course with an upward strike to the changling's forearm. Now standing firm on the ground after using the up strike to lift him to his feet, there was a knee coming into his stomach. Zetta would match a knee for a knee and clash the two together, the attacks were a bit slower than his own, but Frigid used more power in his attacks. Just as their knees clashed, the large white and blue being would spin. Zetta leaned his head back, widened his stance, and tightened his core muscles as much as he could 'First there's a punch, then he uses his tail.' There was no face-strike this time, but the saiyan had counted it proper when this spin produced a powerful tail swipe. His ribs were bruised and this would be excruciatingly painful, but he took the blow and quickly grabbed it with both of his hands. With his own torqued motion Zetta would turn in the other direction, dragging Frigid by his tail with him. Stepping to his side and turning his red hair would rustle as he would wind up and spin like a top. After obtaining some momentum, Zetta would release the changling to the ceiling above, letting the building itself do the damage for him as his opponent would be shot upwards at an angle. Action 1) Block Action 1 Action 2) Block Action 2 Free action) Take Action 3 Action 3) Grab, Spin, Release into the ceiling at an angle (Special) wc: 270 T: 2338 |
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| Frigid | Sep 4 2012, 04:39 PM Post #21 |
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Frigid narrowed his eyes as his tail was grabbed, really expecting that. So with that, he was tossed upwards, slamming into the ceiling above him. The ceiling cracking as he damn well nearly went through, debris falling all over him. However he grabbed onto the edge of the crack, stopping himself from going to the next floor. One of his back-spines cracked off at hitting the ceiling much to his dismay, but he'd be damned if he'd show weakness to this opponent. Loosing -now- was no longer an option. He threw is battered body back at the Saiyan, with a burst of Ki from his feet, blazing at him from the ceiling and bringing both fists down over his head, fingers entwined into two balled fists interlaced. Hit, block or dodge, didn't matter, he pulled up the interlocked fists two try and hit the Saiyan in the gut this time with a quick follow-up, and then pulling back yet -again- he brought up both fists to try and wail him across the face, a deadly trio of haymakers all aimed at inflicting as much damage on Zetta as possible. He grimaced the whole way, ignoring his own pain and just laying into this Saiyan. He didn't know why but at this point it almost felt personal, like he had something to prove or something. Whatever it was, he certainly wasn't helping his case about not leveling the city given he just brought an entire building to rubble and was doing even more collateral damage as they went. He wasn't sure what it was that was driving him to this point. Regardless, he was putting every last ounce of everything he had into it now, and was keeping up an utterly relentless offensive. ----- Free: Take action 3 Action 1) Haymaker over the head (Special) Action 2) Haymaker to the gut (Special) Action 3) Haymaker to the face (Special) WC: 292 TWC: 2630 |
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| Zetta | Sep 4 2012, 11:09 PM Post #22 |
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'Stupid lizard doesn't know how to fight,' Zetta thought as the Frigid would burst from the upper wall. Tensing his uninjured leg Zetta let out a blow into a nearby desk which shot into the wall, the arrangements of papers and wood would explo into a large flurry of blinding slips. Just as these slips worked their way over the area Zetta stood the changling would be upon him. Gracefully as his tired legs would do so, he slipped into the makeshift smokescreen and away from the creature as it flailed angrily into the smokescreen. 'Such a simple trick would buy me all I need' he thought as he carefully evaded with the help of the visual block of thick wads of paper which would be kept airborn from all of the violent swings Frigid made. Though the fight was still going and Frigid didn't seem to be slowing down, it wasn't the same story with Zetta. With a few broken ribs, a left arm covered in burns, and his fists and knee hitting the changling's hard shell... even if he wanted to, he couldn't last much longer. It was something like seeing your life flash before your eyes, but in this upside down world his body seemed to feed off not his ki, but what little life energy he had left in him. His astral state would flicker somewhat from the battle field as he summoned forth the last of his power. With all his might his might Zetta breathed in, his rib's screaming for him to stop, and then his jaw opened wide. With this attack Zetta would not just aim for where Frigid was, he would catch EVERYTHING on fire. His head turned as he sprayed a great purple flame across the room from the right side of Frigid and the back of the building to the left of the changling and the windows. The flames would lick at everything, leaving behind a normal orange tinted flame. Action 1) Hard Stomp Kick Desk Actio Action 2) Dodge Action 1 Action 3) Dodge Action 2 & 3 Via PAper screen Action 4) Fire Breath wc: 331 T: 2669 |
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| Frigid | Sep 4 2012, 11:42 PM Post #23 |
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The paper did blind him, but for all the wrong reasons, more like he was completely aghast the Saiyan would even try that. "Did. . . You just throw paper at me? Seriously? Paper?! What were you hoping to do!? Give me a pepercu--" Naturally he was cut off by the building flames in Zetta's mouth. "Oh, I get it now." He mused, just before being engulfed in the purple flames, he reached out, before disappearing into them. There was a long, moment of quiet. Until a flaming desk came out of the fire. . . Frigid, in his moment of panic, actually had instinctively reached out and grabbed another desk on the office floor. Different one from the one Zetta had kicked and broken and sure enough, was using it as a buffer between himself on the flames. The Wood had definately ignited in purple flames but that wasn't the point, no the point was to ram the damn thing right into the Saiyan while using it as a fire shield, looking to just body-tackle him out the window and send him in mid-air. Regardless if the Saiyan dodged, broke the desk, or actually was sent flying through the air, he'd throw the desk aside and follow up by swinging around 360, another tail swipe, "Coming THROUGH!" If Zetta dodged or broke through the desk, it'd be a tail swiped aimed at the gut. If he successfully knocked him back through the window, he'd spin in a forward-flip in mid air, and spike him into the ground like a volleyball. "Bring it on! ! !" ------ Action 1.) Block Action 4 with a freaking desk Action 2.) Charge at Zetta with a freaking flaming desk (Special) Action 3.) Tail Swipe (Special) WC: 267 TWC: 2936 |
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| Zetta | Sep 5 2012, 09:59 PM Post #24 |
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Zetta paused his flames, his vision blurring from the loss of energy. It was just a moment after his pause that a desk would charge forward at him. Opening his jaw and dripping with sweat Zetta let out another flame, the coloring a light green color. As the fire encompassed the desk the metal desk would charge into the saiyan... Though the desk and Frigid in tow would simply phase through him and into the wall. Before Zetta could react he would find out that his body seemed to not be there anymore. Only a little confused the red-head smiled softly. A subtle happiness washed over him as his 'death' would bring an end to his fatigue and pain. Turning his head to Frigid a powerful tail swipe would whip through him. The bright smile flashed over him as he reached out, finding some strange sense of peace with his efforts coming to an end here. Pressing an open palm into the changling's chest he said, "I wonder if i'll remember this... or if this will just another dream I wake up from." His body would become transparent as his light touch would fade. It took just a moment longer and Zetta would find himself gone, not giving a chance for the changling to respond to him. wc: 217 T: 2886 Loss of Spar SAIYAN bonuses apply |
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| Frigid | Sep 5 2012, 10:07 PM Post #25 |
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Frigid blinked as attacks phased through Zetta, finding himself becoming incorporeal as well shortly after. He continued with his attack, unable to stop his own momentum before landing on hands and knees on the ground, falling to one elbow from exhaustion. He heard the Saiyan's question as he vanished, before his own vision became blurred, and he simply collapsed, the duel having had ended, and the combat finally over. He snapped awake, back in his own room, "Gah!" Alkari was still kneeling before him, blinking once, "Ah, boss, are you alright?" ". . .Sorry, just. . . Get me some headache medicine, and maybe a psychiatrist's phone number. . . I'll explain in a moment." "R-Right boss!" He stood up, running out to get the medicine knowing the latter was a joke. . . Probably. Frigid looked down, eyes narrowing, "You had better remember, Saiyan, I told you not to forget the name, for when I make it big." -------- WC: 159 TWC: 3095 |
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