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| Topic Started: Dec 17 2012, 09:57 PM (477 Views) | |
| Jordan | Dec 17 2012, 09:57 PM Post #1 |
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The winds blew softly, and a butterfly flapped its wings when Broli had arrived on the scene of the infamous "Guardian-Lookout" that sat above Korrin Tower. The Saiyan Elite took a look around before being greeted by the Guardian of the Earth, Kami. His white cloak flailing gently in the wind, as his face and hair were covered by the hood attached to his holy cloak. His mind resting on which had brought him here to begin with...
"I am so happy that you accepted my invitation, for your services I will help you to understand a new technique. It is befitting of your power. For now, though, I give you the warrior Strega. He is an interesting pupil of mine, and you will find that his Saiyan heritage may be tainted with a demonic host living within him...this demon, however, is not one seeking evil but redemption within its Saiyan host. This old guardian has said enough. How about I introduce you to Strega..." As the old man's words befell Broli's ears, the elite's eyes shifted over to where he felt energy appear before him. "I see, well I am Broli. I am an Elite warrior not of this time. I am Terentia, or in this language The Guardian. Let's see what you got." Broli shouted across the wide white area of the lookout. Our hero began to take off his clothing, revealing his hulking body and his golden hair and emerald eyes...his muscles bulging as they usually had. Broli began to crack his knuckles and pop his neck, his senses stretching out and his mind open....his clothing made a loud thud on the ground as he ducked into his infamous crush stance. His senses returned to which the warrior's current power was at, and thus he suppressed to his level. wc: 423 Ki Use: -.2% Ki Remaining: 99.8% Battle Fatigue(Vit): 100% Actions: [.2% ki trans use] 1. Get to Kami Lookout 2. Roshi revealed battle to test Strega 3. Get to Lookout 4. Introduce myself 5. lost Mk II - take off all weighted gear MK II- Transform ESSJ (not rp'd really) fre- Supress to Strega's current pl (next post revealed), get into Crush Stance Prepared Items:
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| Strega | Dec 18 2012, 10:21 AM Post #2 |
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Kami's lookout was peaceful and serene as always. Strega awoke and looked around the room that had been offered to him during his stay on Earth. He was surprised no did that he had slept quite well. He had not been plagued by any of the inner demons that so often visited him during the night. Pehapsnitnjad something to do with the continually mysterious place. The magnificent ship Bahamut had made the trip to earth without a hitch. Strega could not help but be pleased with his purchase. It boasted both esthetic value as well as served all of the purposes he needed. He was still surprised by just how beautiful and complex the ship was. Almost immediately after arriving on the planet he was contacted by the strange man known as Popo. He contacted him telepathically and invited him to visit the guardians tower. Strega gladly accepted. He had little knowledge of the planet and he figured that the best way to learn would most likely be to speak to the one tasked with protecting it. When he arrived at the lookout he was surprised to see an elderly Namekian. He could tell that there was more than meets the eye in that regard though. As e spoke with the guardian he leaned about the planet and its inhabitants, but he also found out that Kami knew much in the ways of ki manipulation. Strega decided to stay and train under him and so far had made some progress. He planned to learn all he could from this one. His calm, peaceful demeanor struck a chord within him and he felt a connection. Kami was wise and patient, he could read Strega well and he could tell that he struggled with his inner demon. The subject was my broached much but the Namekian did not seem to care too much. Now Strega sat in the lotus position near the edge of the platform. Kami had told him that he thought it would be beneficial for him to be tested in battle. It had been some time since he had last been in a serious fight and his nerves were getting to him a little. He knew he needed to calm his mind and so be meditated while he waited. He could feel the massive power of his opponent well before he could see him. It was definitely saiyan and so massive that Strega couldn't help but wonder if the elder had managed to find the woman Seta who had started him off on his journey so long ago. But he could feel that this one was different and it emanated a dangerous intelligence. The power was unreal and his nerves started up again. When the massive saiyan arrived Strega was in awe. He had never seen something that emanated so much power. He stood, making sure to show proper respect. He took deep breaths to slow his beating heart, if Kami trusted this one than he supposed he did too. The hulk of a man stepped towards him and talked about himself a little before removing his training gear. While the legendary saiyan stretche and prepped himself Strega did likewise, limbering up his muscles and expanding his mind. His conciousness brushed the others but he got nothing but static in return an he could tell that this battle would be tougher than he originally thought. Luckily at least he could feel his opponents power level dropping closer to his own. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Strega," he said with a bow beige removing his own clothing piece by piece. "I see you've spent some time on Kanassa. I'm guessing that means we are brothers of the same order, although your training progressed a little further than mine I'm afraid." He stood before the man now garbed in just a pair of loose black cloth pants that bloused just above the ankle. "Usually i allow my opponents the frat move but I'm doubting I'm going to stand much of chance if I hold anything back. So here it goes." He said with a smile, his nerves melting away as adrenaline took over. He assumed that this one was as capable a telepath as he if not more so. His first attack would be waste but he needed to use it as a distraction. He got into a ready stance and as soon a he did he launched a fast beam aimed directly for his opponents chest. He knew this was a useless attack but jetties to capitalize, putting on speed and launching towards the mountain of a fighter. He charged head on, disappearing at the last instant and reappearing to his opponents left side before unleashing a hard kick towards his head. He would finish his assault there for now and see if he did any damage. ----------- WC: 807 TWC: 807 Ki use: -1.3% Ki remaining: 98.7% Battle Fatigue: 100% Actions 1: remove weighted clothing 2: Mesposo 3: powerfly + ST + SA KICK [Speed 9480] Prepared Items: None Combat Stats
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| Jordan | Dec 18 2012, 04:28 PM Post #3 |
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The Saiyan blooded foe, known as Strega, had introduced himself and took into a stance. "As for the Kanassan's...well let us just say that in my time, the Empire had uses for the race. To which included the mind's ability to produce more capable reactions and things of that nature. I have yet to become part of this order, but will be visiting the planet to refine that which Roshi could not." Broli replied to the query about his mental abilities and this order of mental warriors. As he replied, his very mental abilities began to function as quickly as a humming bird's flap as it inevitably hovers in the air collecting nectar. Broli witnessed a spiraling fast beam, to which would be hard even for him to dodge completely if not assisted by his mental abilities. The saiyan legend opened his eyes and begun to move with all of his speed and reflex. The energy shot past him, missing him by that of an inch! Broli only grinned, "I suppose that is to see how far my skills in mental warfare have come then eh?" Broli muttered. Without any comment, the elite watched the warrior come toward him...his speed increasing dramatically and thus begun the fight! Our hero's emerald eyes flashed, registering the side kick that was coming toward his head, and like a kangaroo he attempted to jump up and over the incoming blow...hopefully letting it swipe through the whispering air. As Broli landed on the deftly sea of white tile, he begun to spin around like a table top letting his leg outstretch to its full length and attempted to harbor the same pain that was intended for him by his opponent, aiming at his very head. As the quick kick flashed and struck whatever the target had shifted to, if not his head, he recalled his foot and place it under him shifting his weight and striking out like a King Cobra with his meaty fist toward the jaw-line of this partial Saiyan warrior! The wind sharply whistled, as if in amazement of the pure speed and strength of the warrior, even though it was not full strength or speed it was still impressive and would put Strega on the defense...truly testing his skills in hand-to-hand combat. The living legend recalled that attack and began to muster his emerald energy from deep within his bowels. As he continued to move around the field of battle, he pressed into his own limits of his speed, and thrust his jaws open as he reappeared to the side of his current enemy. A bright emerald, putrid, green energy swirled out of his mouth and headed at point blank range toward Strega. The foul blast would singe and hinder any opponent, had they not been ready for such a blast. Once the blast cleared Broli's mouth, the Saiyan legend focused in on the signature of his opponent and thrust an accurately placed four jabs toward his abdomen and sternum; two toward his chest and two toward the lower region of his belly. He had hoped the quick successive jabs would land and tell Strega he was not going to relent...that if this was a test he would be challenged to fight for his very life. If he did not, Broli would simply wipe him from the face of the Earth entirely. His meaty fists then regathered by his side and the larger than life warrior thrust his body...and his hands...back behind him beginning to vault heel overhead away from his foe. His backhand springs were like a stack of cleverly place dominoes falling one after the other with him standing at the end a good fifteen meters from Strega. Broli grinned, lifting his hulk-like hand above his head, "Let's see how you deal with this!" he roared from a far. A golden light flickered above, spiraling above his palm with edges that could gut prehistoric beings like a filet to a fish; as the disc was made complete, Broli infused the unique ability to continue to track its foe's energy. He gave one wink and then thrust it toward him. The cool breeze sifted his fine golden hair, and his emerald eyes flashed on the scene yet again. An idea pressed into his thoughts...his smile only widened and the brute began to form light green balls of energy into his hands. Like a little league coach he threw the balls at the slugger before him…watching them chase, one after the other, toward Strega waiting to see how he would react. Broli stayed focused and in a defensive stance as he the elite watched how the saiyan-blooded warrior would handle himself! "Come now Strega, let your Saiyan blood course through your veins. Toss your fears and let the essence of this very battle fill your soul. If you can master our ancestor’s blood-thirst for battle and mix it with a intellectual strategy savvy mind...you will surely be a force to be reckoned with!" WC:832 Ki Used: 14.2% Ki Remaining: 85.8% Battle Fatigue(Vit): 100% Actions: [-1.2% trans use] free- dodge a2 [Telepathy] 1. Dodge a3 2. 2 SA [spinning kick, hook] 3. ST + Mastered Mouth Blast [-3% ki, DR 3.5] 4. 4 QA [jabs] 5. Kienzan [-8% ki pl:49,560 CE: Slice] CS: 4 beam balls [-2% ki, DR 1] Combat Stats: Base--->bonuses/transformed [Current]
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| Strega | Dec 18 2012, 11:08 PM Post #4 |
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Strega listened to the story being told by the massive saiyan that was to be his opponent. He was foolish to have assumed that the other warriors experience on Kanassa would have been anything remotely like his, especially since he had already mentioned that he was from another time entirely. He would just have to chalk that one up to nerves getting the best of him. The story that was told though was quite interesting and he couldn't help but think back to the visions that he had experienced during his time on the planet. He had seen remnants of saiyans coming to the planet although he had not been what their intentions were. Now he had an idea. He wondered if this one was among those mass murderers that had slaughtered innocents simply for personal gains, but if Kami trusted him than surely he could not be. He knew that he needed to attack soon or else ruin any chance he had of getting the upper hand. He launched a quick beam towards the others chest but the saiyan was wise to his plan, and when he unleashed his kick he felt it slice through air as his attack was simply jumped over. He had just managed to reset himself before he was met by a powerful kick to the face, followed up by a massive fist that sent him hurtling several feet before he managed to catch himself on one hand and handspring back to his feet. The fact that he was unable to use his telepathy against this opponent was a serious hamper. Perhaps he might stand a better chance if that were not the case, but he could see it was already going to be an uphill battle. He drastically needed to find a way to gain some advantage, but before he could he lost track of his opponent for a moment. He prepared himself, knowing something was coming and when the monster of a man reappeared he saw the green glow of ki issue forth from his mouth. He quickly backpedaled as he swatted at the air, the only thing he could manage to do in such short time. The energy impacted his left hand, sending a heavy burn through him before he managed to barely toss it aside, sending it off to explode several feet away. Before he could react again he felt the massive fists slam into his body, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to keel forward as the contents of his lungs spilled from his open mouth. The pain was incredible, like nothing he had ever experienced before. He fell to one knee as the other fighter gave him a slight reprieve and bounded several times, creating distance between them. He could hear words being spoken as if they were being spoken from a far off place. He could barely comprehend but he saw the saw blade of energy that threatened to slice him open. The amount of energy in it was so intense he was almost certain it would kill him if it connected. He steeled himself though, he refused to give up now. He regained his feet and prepared for the attack. "I'm not giving up so easily!" he shouted as the ki blade closed on him. He took the brunt of the attack to his chest, but instead of slice him open he opened his own ki wells and let it enter his body. He could feel the warmth of the attack disperse to all corners of his body, erupting to life in the form of a flame shield. His confidence had returned and he reflected the smile of the larger warrior back in his own face. When the next attack came he was ready. He strafed to the side, moving to his right and trying to maintain their distance, knowing it was the safest bet right now. As the balls of energy closed on him he summoned forth his own energy and placed a well aimed orb into each of them, causing them to explode before they caused any harm. He was on the defensive but it's the best he coul do just to survive at this point. He would stay alert and do his best to hold his own against the obviously overpowering warrior. -------- WC: 721 TWC: 1,528 Ki used: 2% Ki Remaining: 96.7% Battle Fatigue: 75% Actions Free: take a2 1: Deflect a3 free: Take a4 2: Transmute a5 (Flame Shield) 3: Beam Ball x4 against CS Combat Stats (Base-->bonuses[current])
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| Jordan | Dec 19 2012, 05:09 PM Post #5 |
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So your skills are mid-level at best...it is as it should be. Although, you did turn a brutal attack into a great defense...I shall have to stay away from you while you are flaming about...The elite thought to himself as he regathered and flew into the sky above, keeping his senses on his enemy. Broli's Saiyan ears heard the rage of his race course through the air, as the vocal chords strummed their everlasting beat through the vibrations of rage itself. "I am glad to hear you will not be giving up so easily, otherwise...you would be dull and should not be one to call yourself a Saiyan Warrior." The brute replied as he gathered energy into his palms... Wind sifted his golden locks, and he thrust forward his palms in a back and forth motion as though he were an old school anti-air cannon on an old school battle carrier. The emerald and golden energy flew through the air in a tirade of madness, Broli aiming for points all around the warrior below, hoping that some if not all of the energy dan would surely envelope and break his spirit. As the elite discharged the last of the technique, he began to emulate a sparkling crimson glow around his right palm...and as he watched his previous attack explode and surround the lookout in a plume of smoke, he focused upon the spiritual energy of his enemy, "There you are!" A crimson line of energy shot forth and cut through the smoke, Broli's aiming point true as the energy he had found was undeniably the source of his foe, Strega! Broli's emerald green eyes flashed, and he was on the move once more as the lightning fast strike should have already met its target. Our Hero burst into golden flames, like a mid-evil knight with the glowing justice of heaven lighting his way, and began to descend to the lookout to send a rather fiery message. Broli began to call forth his will of fire spirit and infused it with energy. As he had closed the gap and split the rising smoke like Moses would the red sea, he unleashed a swirling energy made of flame...his flame, to Broli, would burn hotter than that shield that was covering Strega, he yearned for it to burn through his foe and cast the transmuted shield out of the way so he could renew his assault on the young warrior. As Broli touched down, and the flaming shield around his foe had died down, the elite quickly set forth two jabs and two elbows. Fast lightning strike blows being aimed for Strega's immaculate jaw, which Broli had hoped would be less than its pristine state and more of a bloody heap by the time he was through with it. "You shouldn't always be on the defensive; if you wish to take the field of battle...certain sacrifices must be made!" Broli yelled out as he spun off his back leg and whipped his neck around. His eyes focusing on his target, letting his opposite foot reel around and attempted to strike the previous points on the jaw he had just tried to inflict upon the warrior. He spun, not once but twice...hoping that one of the spinning kicks would make its mark! It was then that Broli closed in closer, daunting over his opponent and initiating a close-quarters brawl. Nothing was fiercer, than trading hellacious blows with another Saiyan in a grapple. WC: 578 Ki Used: 12.7% Ki Remaining: 73.1% Battle Fatigue: 100% Actions: [1.2% ki] 1. Bukujutsu + Mastered Energy Dan [-7.1% ki, DR 4] 2. Bukujutsu + Mastered Suiken [-2.1% ki, DR 2] 3. Power fly + Fire Breath [-2.3% ki, DR 1.5] 4. 4 QA 5. 2 SA Tactician. Initiate Grapple Combat Stats: Base--->bonuses/transformed [Current]
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| Strega | Dec 20 2012, 12:24 PM Post #6 |
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Strega watched as the elite saiyan sized him up once more. He tried again to access his thoughts but it was like a stone wall and he could gleam nothing from the giant. No matter how hard he looked for a back door or another way around he still was shut out. It was frustrating, but he had to accept it. The fire of his aura burned brightly, the wind causing the flames to flick and sway. His war cry from earlier did not go unheard though it seemed, because his opponent then responded about the pride of being a saiyan warrior. As Strega listened the words resonated within him. The ancient warrior was right. It seemed that he had been so far from the saiyan home world and the people that he doesn't much of his life with that perhaps he had lost sight of that. His whole life had been spent at the mercy of the saiyans, constantly heckled dr his fathers "dishonor" as they saw it. He was beaten and looked down upon, but there was still nothing he could do to change the fact that he was what he was. He had managed to grow so much and yet here in this battle where he was so outmatched it was nigh impossible to see a chance at victory he felt his pride take over once more. Like it or not he was a saiyan, and the warrior ethos was ingrained within him. No matter the challenge he faced he would not cower in fear, he would not turn and flee, he would look death in its eyes and laugh if that's what it took. Because he was never more alive than when he was in combat, and he had lost sight of why that was. Although he might not agree with all of their methods or views, he took pride in the fact that he was a saiyan. He took pride in his father, even if he did mix blood. He took pride in his ability to fight for his beliefs and if need be he would die to protect them. No matter how outmatched he was he would continue on and at least make a name for himself. He watched as the other fighter took to the sky an silently cursed himself for being so foolish to keep his distance. His flame shield would best be served in close quarters, but of course the experienced elite would know that. He focused and it seemed as if his telepathy was working for an instant where he saw the next attack coming. He reacted quickly and started to strafe about, dodging as much of the blast as he could. If the attack had come only a minute prior he might have lost all hope, but the saiyan and the demon within him were finally thinking alike. His spirit had awakened again and was being tempered in the fires of combat. He could still feel the heat of the attack, but his strategy of dodging meant that he only had to deal with a fraction of the energy. Before the final blast even landed he felt a supersonic beam hurtling toward him. The pain stung him and spun him to his left as it impacted his shoulder there. He pushed through the pain and regained his footing just in time to see the beast of a man come through the smoke and issue forth a great gout of flame that he could feel burning even through his shield. He did his best but there was no matching the speed of the powerful golden god. He was racked with pain as yet another combination of punches and elbows impacted his face and head. Before he could take stock of how badly he was Hirt he was sent rolling across the ground from two powerful kicks. He was in a lump on the now mostly destroyed white tile of the lookout for only a moment. Although his body ache all over and he was almost certain something within Jim was broken, he regained his feet again and smiled maniacally at the other. He spit blood from his mouth before bringing his right arm up and across to wipe it clean. He cold feel warm fluid running down his face from multiple places. For the moment of rest he had he heard the words again and nodded a little. His breath wheezed as he laughed with the thrill of it all. "Indeed, you are right. Now, let's see if you bleed." He got into a ready stance and before the other could get close he rushed forward as well, drunk from combat. As he rushed he shouted another war cry. "I am a saiyan!" When they were close enough he launched the first blows. He threw a quick one-two punch combo towards his opponents face. He followed up with a right knee aimed for the ribs and a left elbow towards to right side of the head. He wouldn't stop there and threw as many attacks as he possibly could. Two hooks towards the body followed by a right kick towards the head and a left kick to the abdomen. He would finally conclude his assault by summoning forth his ki and imbuing his fist with it before aiming an uppercut for the bottom of the saiyans jaw. ---------- WC: 897 TWC: 2455 Ki used: 5.3% Ki remaining: 94.7% Battle fatigue: 50% Actions 1: Maneuvers against a1 Free: take all others Free: accept grapple 2: QA x2 punches 3: QA X2 knee, elbow G1: QA x2 punches G2: QA x2 kicks T: blast punch Combat Stats (Base-->bonuses[current])
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| Aya | Dec 20 2012, 05:23 PM Post #7 |
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I'm loving the writing here. It's close and you both deserve it. RP Award goes to Strega. |
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| Jordan | Dec 20 2012, 06:31 PM Post #8 |
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The elite warrior sniffed the air, iron lingered in the air as his foe spat out the pain to which he had bared. Broli only grinned, the word of a warrior resounding through the air...it was the Saiyan way, and this young male was no different. He was finally accepting that of his ancestors will of fire.
Broli's emerald orbs watched the warrior get into a stance common among most Saiyan kin and was inviting the grapple, the namekian who was watching would be in for quite the show indeed! "That's it, lock into that primal rage and come at me with everything you got!" Broli roared as the two began to dance around one another. Their strikes fast; some blocked some not...both warriors looking for a chance to strike and it was Strega who would first get that chance... Broli's mind had flashed, the first few attacks were displayed like a map to a golden treasure for the elite...and like an old pirate might do, he followed the map explicitly avoiding all snares and traps alike. Our hero twisted and bent in ways most men are not supposed to, dodging the young half-blooded Saiyan The Saiyan Legend was impressed with combinations and tactics of the young warrior, but it was time to end this little test. Broli lifted his palms, opened, and let his arms glide through the air like that of...well a glider. The golden haired warrior attempted to let his massive palms strike out against the hooks while bobbing his head away from the blows...as the two hooks had crept by Broli came over top with two viscious hard strikes toward the finely tuned chin of his opponent. The warrior continued, his mettle was harder than Steele as though Broli's counter had not yet reached his spinal cords to send that electric value of the pain he were indeed causing. As if nothing happened, a kick had been launched and Broli spun underneath it letting his palms out again once more by his abdomen...where he was greeted with an angry knee. Broli grinned and rose up, letting the crown of his head. Hopefully...launch into that "pristine" jaw-line once more. As he came to full stance, Broli spun clockwise bringing his massive foot up and around in a scissor kick. At the end of which, his aim was for Strega's, more than likely, battered jaw. The Saiyan legend noted that will of fire flashed in his foe's eyes and a surge of energy had come to rebuttal the actions Broli had just inflicted. The ki infused fist lunged forward, and a glimmer of rage flashed in Strega's eyes. "Good!" Broli shouted as he let his own meaty fist become engulfed with emerald green energy and sent it forward, attempting to block the incoming strike entirely. As his fist connected, with whatever it had, a mild explosion had set off and sent Broli burrowing backward on the balls of his feet. The tiles beneath him had begun to shatter as if he were a mule plowing the field. Broli took a few breaths and began to laugh. The plume of smoke began to recede and our hero let loose his transformed state so that he could look upon the warrior with his own onyx and natural eyes. As his golden hair fell to its raven-like color, softly resting upon his shoulders Broli walked forward slowly. "Well Strega, I think you are worthy enough of a warrior to go on about your way. At the moment there is a situation on the Planet Toffit. I am sure Kami might be aware of it, and this might have been the reasoning behind this little bout of ours. I have seen the will of fire in your eyes and it is apparent you have Saiyan blood coursing through your veins. I have no doubt you would see this thing to your death...I give you the chance to surrender; I will only offer it once. So what will it be?" Our hero watched as the smoke fell off the shoulders of his foe, and dissipated entirely. The green guardian slowly made his way toward the two Saiyan descendants and remained quiet. A soft breeze had found its way between the warriors, lifting their raven hair gently and then letting it fall to its natural disposition. Broli stood, his arms crossed waiting for a response from his beaten foe...if he was truly a student of the Kanassan people, and he would be wise to take the offer. WC: 766 Ki Used: 2% Ki Remaining: 70.1% Battle Fatigue: 97% Actions: [-1% ki, trans use] 1/2. dodge a2/a3 (telepathic Mastery) 3/4. Counter G1/G2 + 4 SA (two counters) 5. Block aT w/Mastered Blast Punch [-2% ki, DR2] Tactician. Go back to normal form, Offer strega to Surrender. Notes: If you don't accept surrender, I will get my stats in line and all that jazz. |
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| Strega | Dec 21 2012, 12:11 PM Post #9 |
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The Dragon of Valhalla
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The half breed saiyan was well engrossed in the battle now. His reawakened saiyan blood pumping stronger than ever it seemed. He knew that he wa outmatched and outgunned but yet he fought on, his pride not letting him concede just yet. The close quarters battle that ensued woul look as mug like a dance as it would a fight to any that could follow it. The speeds that they were moving at we're unreal, and although their battle might have felt as if it were taking hours he was sure mere minutes had passed by. He gave his all in he pitched battle, throwing strike after strike. His adrenaline pumped so hard that he didn't even notice the strikes that had been landed against him until they had a moment to breath. He knew that his attacks weren't landing and that he was being hit repeatedly in the jaw, but he didn't feel when it became dislodged or the amount of blood that was coming from it. Instead he pressed on through everything. He was determined that even if he couldn't cause serious harm, he would make sure the warrior Broli remembered his name. When the time came for him to throw the ki infused punch he felt as if he were punching steel as the other fighters fist met his. He was pushed back by the force of the blow and amount of ki that had connected, like a micro atomic bomb going off. He dug in with his feet, kicking up tile as he attempted to stop his momentum. He went up into the balls of his feet and eventually slowed around ten feet back. As soon as he stopped and saw that his opponent was not continuing he collapsed to one knee. All at once the pain of their battle racked him. He was almost certain he had a cracked rib and a pool o blood had gathered in his mouth, running out on either side. He spit the blood as best he could, but his jaw was locked up. He winced in pain as e brought both hands up and harked it back into place. Slowly, he made his way back to his feet and cast his eyes to the powerhouse before him. He listened as he received the mark of approval and couldn't help but smile. The saiyan was right though, if necessary he would have continued he battle until he was dead, but he wa no fool. He knew that there was no chance r could win an no reason to throw his life away. He bowed in defeat a smiled once more. "You're right. I would have fought until I couldn't anymore, and for that I thank you. I had lost myself a little lately as you've brought me back. I am a saiyan, but I am no fool. I accept your offer, I admit defeat. Perhaps one day I will offer you a bit more of a challenge. And I also thankbyoufor your kind words of approval. They mean more than you know. And if there is a need, I will answer the call. Perhaps we will meet again on Toffit. I look forward to fighting beside you and not against you. For now though, I think I should rest. I'm still mortal and I have some healing to do. Thank you again Broli, this was fun." He smiled and bowed ice more before turning to Kami. The elder merely nodded his approval and Strega retired to his quarters knowing he would need to pawn quite some time in his rejuvenation tank. ---------- WC: 601 TWC: 3056 Actions 1: accept surrender [im not gonna bother to do my stat stuff] |
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| Jordan | Dec 21 2012, 05:08 PM Post #10 |
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Eternal Lifeguard
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The Saiyan Legend listened to the blood soaked words that came from his new found kin's lips. Broli nodded in approval, watching the young warrior get to his knee and emulate the strength to accept and retire to his quarters. The Guardian, known as Kami, had watched and approved of the battle as well...he waited for Strega to return before addressing the Elite warrior. As Broli was standing waiting for his free "lesson" from the guardian of the Earth. "That was some bout, I am happy to see that you have your rage and blood-lust under control...I fear that for you, it may not always be so. There seems to be a power, a latent power within you that is pure rage. I would only call upon it if the situation were perilous my friend..." Kami began to say as he walked toward the hulking warrior, who was now in his Saiyan form altogether. "Well, the power you speak of is part of my legend. I do not fear it, but I know you are as wise as you are old and will consider your words carefully. Now what is it you wanted to teach me for being the one who tested a warrior who is far more powerful than your frail old body?" Kami hesitated, "This body may have aged and become frail...but my counterpart is a part of your alliance. He is the source of power when I am in need of it. My knowledge, however, is far more abundant than any power. Thus, I shall teach you a technique that rather fits your brute power in general. It is called the Ion Beam, watch carefully Broli...I can only do this twice." Broli watched the old man float into the air, a mountain of rock appearing as if out of nowhere...from what the elite could see it was roughly a smaller scale of the lookout, vast in proportion to any small island. Then he felt it, Kami had begun charging his attack and a miraculous golden light had come over head, it was seering with energy. Without hesitation the old man thrust his appendages forward and shot out a bright golden beam of destruction! The beam brought forth a massive explosion, one Broli had never seen before in combat and it was desirable indeed. The properties it commanded was that of straight forward beam, and an explosion which would cause an unruly state of chaos. Broli grinned, he watched everything the old man did and began to analyze it as it was performed. The destruction could be felt from the distance at which Broli now stood, the heat wave soaked upon his skin as though it were the sun burning directly in front of him. Terentia had to shield his eyes and block his face, the whirlwinds had delivered the debris of the destruction that which was brought by the old guard of the earth. As the winds died down, and the earth fell to the deep sea's below...Broli began to mimic the attack. He floated near Kami, and just as he was going to release the energy...Kami had stopped him. Grabbing his bracer of courage and transferring the energy into his own being. Broli was shocked the old man could do that, but then again he was very wise. "You have learnt it faster than any pupil of mind. You truly are a living legend Terentia. Now, no need to destroy the Earth with such a blast...as it should be only used in dyer situations. You do understand this right?" Emerald eyes flashed and golden locks appeared once more, his cloak fluttering on the winds high above the lookout. "Yes Kami, I understand full well. Thank you for the lesson, I shall improve upon it...trust me." The elite said as he enveloped himself in his golden aura and burst off toward Roshi Isle. "I do hope so...I do hope so Broli." Kami's said as he watched the beast of a warrior fly off into the distance, and then vanish into a tiny blur into the setting sun. WC: 690 Actions: 1. Watch Strega carry himself away 2. Talk with old man 3. "Learn" Ion Beam from Kami 4. Fly off into the distance as a Elevate SSJ ![]() OOC: Fun battle. Get stronger.
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