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Corvus ( W ) Vs Zarbon( F ); Ref: Kaka
Topic Started: Jan 16 2013, 01:52 AM (856 Views)
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Aliens. All across his world, Aliens. Ugly bastards who just thought that because the Saiyan empire had taken a few years to resolidify its home holdings, to tighten its grip over the worlds it already possessed, that they were safe...

They were wrong. This one... He had been watching this one for days. Some fruity little bastard who had been asking for death... Well, The Saiyan Genocide was going to go ahead and give it to him.

He had followed the fellow for quite a while, eventually deciding that this back alley was as good a spot as any to do the deed.

Out of the darkness he attacked.

"HRAA!" Corvus shouted, rushing out of the darkness and slamming his fist full on into the back of his opponent. In the next instant he struck with his foot, kicking out against the back of the others knee in an attempt to take his leg from beneath him and drive him to the ground.

And that was when Corvus went to work. "CHA!" he shouted, his fists lashing out towards the, kneeling opponent- slamming his fists out at a furious clip for a second at the fuckers back. Corvus steadied his stance and started really letting loose after that, he was going to beat this guy into the ground.



Scouter: SA
A1; Lost
A2: SA
A3: 2x QA
Sneak: Grapple


PL: 14625//19500
KI: 7313//9750
Strength: 2529
Speed: 2275
Toughness: 2596
Stamina: 2347
Vitality: 2278


Prepared Items:
Senzu. Energy Drink, Energizer, Battery Pack
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The tournament held in honor of self-proclaimed Zenskima The All Powerful proved to be a waste of time, just as he had surmised. There was no hidden power, no prize, and no fighters worthy of having their abilities tested. For a planet inhabited by a race of war mongers, who's sole goal in life was to gain considerable strength and become renowned warriors... the Saiyans were pathetic. In fact, every single life form he had ever come into contact with, save for Adel, was just a skidmark on the underwear of the universe. And the time for washing was approaching. But for now, all the lone alien could do was sulk back to his ship and wait. Wait for a fight that would never come, wait for the day where he could rule, wait for the day where- Grugurgrpgurrghghghg! Silence. Zarbon turned his head quickly in all directions to find there was nobody near him; he was safe. But his stomach did not know that, and it would have to suffer. With a swift thrust of his fist, the message was clear. However, the stomach kindly responded with another grughghgurhgughrgurghgurhghr... He needed food, but no one could see him eat. He was self conscious.

Walking back to the city was a short journey, but with each step came another ungrateful murmur of his appetite. The nearest tofu shop was... well, probably lightyears away. These Saiyans favored meat in their diet, and before thoughts of how they avoided scurvy could force their way into his mind, something caught Zarbon's eye- a doughnut shop for the spectators of the tournament. Would he? Could he? He had to. The next moments detailing the life of this magnificent green alien could not be described, for Zarbon repressed his memory. But it was not a pretty sight. After what would be later referred to as the 'incident on Vegeta,' it was agreed upon between his Id and Superego that a walk would be in his best interest, as the fat would go straight to his thighs with a vengeance. There was no time for thinking on where to go, the muscular green legs moved quickly, yet careful to avoid chaffing. Hours passed, yet the feeling of guilt still consumed his soul. The area of town he found himself in was not like Frieza's steamroom. No; they were dirty, ugly, dark, and no changelings were snapping towels at him. Something was wrong.

Out of fear, he forgot that he had the ability to fly. But why were his legs taking Zarbon to this alley? This dark alley that surely had some stranger waiting to pounce on him... Oh no, i seem to be lost and helpless. I do hope no Saiyan men take advantage of me in this vulnerable sta- OOPH! This was both what and what he didn't want. A fist came out of nowhere and jabbed him in the back, but much higher than expected. As he turned his head to view the perpetrator of this deliciously violent act, a large foot slammed its way into the back of Zarbon's knee, causing him to stumble backwards and fall. Ugh... you have terrible aim, mister. Since there was not much that could be done while on his back, Zarbon rolled over and with his face to the ground, and did a pushup motion. It was obvious there would be no tearing of clothes, so why would this Saiyan be here? Perhaps he was lost.

Under the impression, began Zarbon, that your peregrinations in this city have not as yet been extensive, and that you might have some difficulty in discovering the way to the nearest inn, that you might lose yourself- I shall be happy to call this evening, and instal you in the knowledge of the nearest way. But something told the alien that he was not here for a tea party. There was no need to put the tea bags away quite yet though... they would come in handy later. This guy wanted a fight for some reason, and he would get one. As another fist flew by his face, this time being prepared, he grabbed it and twisted it down, proceeding to slam his elbow down onto this man's elbow. He smiled deviously upon realizing elbow's are not supposed to be bent that way. No more sneaking around like a pussy- surrender and die. The first time hearing those words for himself, Zarbon was a bit confused. After all, the term was surrender or die. But not on this planet.


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Free: Take Sneak action
Free: Take A2
Action 1: Dodge A3
Action 2: Counter Scouter action (higher intelligence)
Action 3: Unequip ring of speed/ Equip Runic Blade


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Stats
Power Level: 14,097 / 18,796 [See below]
Ki: 7,048 / 9,398 [Had to fix as well]
Strength: 2,561 [Edited to fix, in case anyone's wondering]
Speed: 2,780
Toughness: 2,414
Stamina: 2,314
Vitality: 2,109


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Prepped Items
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Yamina Leaf
Runic Blade


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Graceful Passive
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This alien bastard had some fast reflexes, at least. He had taken two powerful attacks to the back, and had still managed to turn, dodge, and then counter attack in the next instant. Good for him, that only meant that Corvus wouldn't get bored so quickly. There was something... strange about this guy though. He seemed awfully fruity to be a warrior. Well, the Genocide could take care of that easy enough.

As his arm bent from the green skinned aliens counter attack, Corvus moved in, ripping his arm free of the others hold as he did so. Then, with a powerful thrust from his massive calves, he rose in a rush. His attack was a pretty basic and simple knee slam into the fruit's berries. He attempted to grab hold of his opponents shoulder in the next moment to hold him in place, and slammed his knee up once more. He followed it up with a massive headbutt, aimed for bridge of his opponents nose- so as to do the most damage of course.

Corvus was smiling wide during the last attack, he was going to fuck this pretty boy up. He wondered who the hell he was anyway. Not that it mattered... He'd probably be dead soon.


A1; Kneeslam to Groin
A2: Kneeslam to Groin
A3: Headbutt

PL: 19500
KI: 9750
Strength: 2529
Speed: 2275
Toughness: 2596
Stamina: 2347
Vitality: 2278


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The Saiyan weakling charged for Zarbon, but he could have none of that. After all, battling was much more fun when he didn't get hurt. In retaliation the alien clenched his fist and focused his energy from the center of his body to his hand. With an icy stare into this dead (or soon to be) man's eyes, he opened his palm and released an icy chunk of Ki directly at his torso. Momentary safety- Zarbon realized he had only bought some time when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. It was too late... a blood curling squeal escaped from his lips moments after, followed by a sadistic giggle. The pain hurt so good; he craved more. But sparingly.

That is why when this batman wannabe cocked his head back with the intent to damage Zarbon's beautiful face, another blast of subzero energy instinctively fired out of his other palm, again buying him some time.

The attacks left him greatly fatigued, however. He had sacrificed a brief moment of safety for less power for the remainder of the fight- or did he? While he ignored the Saiyan man to deal with the attacks, Zarbon planted his feet firmly in the ground and focused his latent power until his strength peaked; then with a strong push it began to increase again, before finally stabilizing. There would be no escape now.


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Action 1: Ice Blast v Action 1
Free: Take Action 2
Action 2: Ice Blast v Action 3
Action 3: Yokata Power Up


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Stats
Power Level: 14,097 ---- > 17,956
Ki:               7,048 ---- > 9,679
Strength:     2,561 ---- > 2,637
Speed:        2,780 ---- > 2,863
Toughness:  2,414 ---- > 2,486
Stamina:      2,314 ---- > 1,678 ----- > 1,728
Vitality:       2,109 ---- > 2,127
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"You shit!" Corvus roared as ice spread across his chest, across his shoulders, and down his abdomen. He... couldn't... "RWAAA!!!" He moved, his entire body seeming to flex, muscles ripping and causing the ice to first crack, and then shatter under the pressure of his immense strength. He followed through with his knee attack, and just as his headbutt was going to connect, ice again spread across his statuesque form. "NO MORE!" Corvus slammed his own fist against his chest before the ice could spread, again shattering it and raining crystalline fragments to tinkle upon the ground with a gentle tintinnabulation.

The mammoth of a man grunted from the exertion of breaking the ice. Who the hell was he facing that could use such techniques. In the end, it didn't matter. He was going to kill him. "Die!" Corvus shouted, and leapt backwards back down the alley to clear some distance between the two fighters. His left hand rose, and the blaster upon his wrist glowed a menacing yellow for just an instant before firing, sending a streaking bolt of energy down the alley, aimed for his opponent's face.

He had apparently underestimated this cockroach. Fine. Corvus was smart enough to take a few moments to reevaluate a situation if it was necessary. He'd let the space between them open up, and see how his foe reacted to a barrage of energy and blaster bolts.

A1; Break Ice
A2: Breack Ice
A3: Arm Blaster @ Face.

PL: 19500
KI: 9750
Strength: 2529
Speed: 2275
Toughness: 2596
Stamina: 2347
Vitality: 2278

Arm Blaster: 2/3 shots left.
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As Zarbon finished powering up to his full potential and then some, a rather unpleasant looking blast of energy spiraled in his direction. There was nothing to do at this point in time except to just meet it head on. He shut his eyes closed expecting to be sent flying backwards, until a blunt pain registered onto the right side of his face. It was comparable to a baseball being thrown at a brick wall; the wall still stood, and while there wasn't that much damage to it, it wouldn't hold against many more baseballs. The quick thinking from earlier definitely saved him this time.

After reality set it Zarbon noticed that was not a usual Ki blast (mostly because he saw the Saiyan in front of him toggling with some technology on his arm.) And that gave him an idea. That's a cute toy for sure. Want to see mine? It was now the fashionable warrior's turn. He went to work pressing buttons on a panel attached to his arm by a very expensive material, state of the art. The Keliouxians called it "Velcro." One much larger ball of energy flew from the barrel of the blaster. Zarbon laughed manically as he continued frantically pressing buttons to reveal another one. And another one. He would have gladly continued but smoke began to come out of the blaster, signifying it was out of ammunition. Well, that was fun while it lasted.


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Free: Take A3
Action 1: Runic Blaster
Action 2: Runic Blaster
Action 3: Runic Blaster


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Stats
Power Level: 17,956
Ki:              9,679
Strength:      2,637
Speed:        2,863
Toughness:  2,486
Stamina:      1,728
Vitality:        2,127


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Other stuff: Runic Blaster has no shots left.
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The Saiyan genocide smiled as his attack struck home, exploding across the face of the pissant alien fuck who had dared to survive his first round of attacks. Corvus would show the turquoise tinged fighter the error of his ways. When a Saiyan attacked, it was always best to simply roll over and die.

"Shit!" Corvus exclaimed a second later. An energy blast was RETURNING towards him. Without time to think or formulate a plan, he simply swiped his hand through the air, slamming it into the incoming attack and sending it to the left. It struck the side of the run down building to his left, blowing a hole through its wall and exploding a moment later- sending chips of concrete and plaster showering across him and his opponent.

He threw himself to the right in the next moment, bringing his arms in front of his face and barrelling through the concrete structure on the OTHER side of the alleyway. He'd felt his leg hairs curl up and wither during his frantic leap- so close had the ball of energy come to striking him. He breathed a side of relief and checked the power read out on his gauntlet blaster. It was still near full charge, good. If the silly fuck wanted to exchange fire back and forth, then Corvus was more than willing to play.

His thoughts concerning his imminent victory were shattered a second later as yet another ball of energy blasted through the wall of the building. It continued on, and he wa forced to bring his arms up in a cross block, ducking his face low and to the side to avoid the greater portion of its damage. It exploded against his arms, pushing him backwards with surprising force- much more force than what his own simple blaster was able to do.

"Must be manufactured by one of the weaker races." Corvus muttered as the smoke and dust cleared. "One that can't hope to match the power of a Saiyan, and thus needs more powerful weapons." He brought his head up then, and stared back at the alien through the hole in the wall. "What else do you have, punk? COME ON!"





A1; Deflect
A2: Dodge
A3: Block

PL: 19500
KI: 9750
Strength: 2529
Speed: 2275
Toughness: 2596
Stamina: 2347
Vitality: 2278

Arm Blaster: 2/3 shots left.
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None of the balls made their mark. This was unusual for Zarbon, rarely had any individual mimicked his fighting style so quickly. No... this was not his fighting style. While the end result was the same, the Saiyan took those attacks head on. If there was not enough power to back it up, then this would be his downfall- but that was the problem. Although hesitant to admit it, his opponent was slightly stronger than Zarbon. He could feel it. However slight, it was an advantage. And there could be no advantages in this fight. Reassessing the developing situation revealed a new strategy- the Saiyan had blocked and dodged those energy blasts, relying heavily on speed and defense. Therefore the only logical thing to do would be amplifying his own strength and speed to match it, and crush any opposition. This man would submit.

A sadistic grin spread slowly over his green face. If you had trouble with that toy... then how can you hope to deal with this one? Of course that was a rhetorical question. Zarbon didn't expect an answer, and thus, he did not wait for one. Seconds after raising his hand over his back, a jet black horn appeared in his hands. It was cold to the touch and made subtle whispers in a language not fully understood by its alien master, and were regarded as mere gibberish. It was slowly smashed into his lips and a current of air passed through its internal mechanism, letting loose an ear deafening sound no mortal instrument could ever hope to deliver. Where the Hell did this thing come from? Hopefully he wouldn't need to find out after this fight.

As the sound-waves pierced the night sky, the planet gently rumbled indicating an earth Vegetaquake. But this was far more scrumptious. Unfortunately the hype was short-lived and the rumbling ceased, but not before a swarm of shadows flew down from the sky. Like a flock of crows they flew, angrily growling and hissing, probably upset that they were summoned here. And for a moment, Zarbon thought he saw Yssuron amongst them, but swatted away the thought like an annoying fly. The swarm continued to fly right past Zarbon and into his foe causing pandemonium. Time to get to work, he silently mused to himself.

Knowing the chaos wouldn't last forever, the leader of the Z Force decided it was time to act. He withdrew his blade from its sheath attached to his side, and slowly slid his fingers over the edge of the blade. The runes etched into the side ran smoothly. Clearly whoever forged the sword was a master, but that was not important. It was time to send a message. It was for this reason he lunged forward with no regard to the demons' safety and slashed vertically above his opponent's right arm. While it probably wouldn't remove the appendage, the strength and speed would certainly help inflict as much pain as possible. Zarbon quickly followed up with a step backwards and a horizontal slash to the Saiyan's midsection. If you leave now, this fight can end. Although he would have gladly killed him, the battle was extending past his allotted time for beauty sleep. Not that he needed it.



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Action 1: Demon Horn
Action 2: SA (strength 6,064; speed 6,584; power level 26,710)
Action 3: SA (strength 6,064; speed 6,584; power level 26,710)



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Stats
Power Level: 20,646
Ki: 9,679
Strength: 3,032
Speed: 3,292
Toughness: 2,858
Stamina: 1,987
Vitality: 2,446


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The battle had become a song of fire and ice, a tune that was increasing in fervor and magnitude as the fight continued. Just as Corvus was beginning to think that the masterpiece his opponent was weaving through battle had reached its climax, and it was time for him to take it up and continue the dirge; a trumpet announced yet another verse. This time, however, the song transformed from a beautiful metaphor into a discordant reality, accompanied only by the solitary brass instrument. It made no sound that he had ever heard before. It left a bad taste in his mouth. The sound of the horn was a low throbbing sound that rose in volume until it's sound merged with, and then was lost in that of the planet itself cracking open, loosing forth... something from within its bowels.

"What... the... Fuck." Corvus muttered as he saw black shifts drifting in and out of the buildings nearby, moving inexorably closer to his position. They flashed like wraiths between the city blocks, their black vying for dominance with the darkness of the night. A chill deep within the Genocide's heart caused it to skip a beat.

And then he smiled. "BRING IT ON!" He roared, goosebumps of excitement and glee rippling down his arms and the back of his neck. He could feel them, somehow, deep in his heart. His enemies had returned. They had come for his soul, they had come to drag him back to the pits of hell. "HA HA!" he laughed maniacally, his head tilting towards the sky, lips thinning as he exulted in the moment. They hadn't been strong enough to destroy him in life, what gave them the gall to think that, now dead, they could oppose him. "I AM A GOD BEFORE YOU! AND I WILL RETURN YOU TO YOUR DAMNATION!"

He couldn't hold himself back, couldn't wait. He thrust himself forward, his fist leading the way, and slamming it full force into the first form that rose to meet him. It shredded beneath his might, it's dark figure splitting into tattered remnants. A moment later it reformed, just beyond his reach... and his smile became a feral grin. "COME ON COME ON COME ON!" He shouted, louder and louder.

"NEVER SAY DIE!" He roared, so damned thrilled for this moment... Since he had escaped that planet, long ago, where he had wiped out an entire race he'd hoped for the return of those days. Hoped to throw himself against an entire race of people again and vie his personal strength against their combinate might. He had almost ceased gaining strength since he had escaped that world, had fallowed and softened by time and lack of inspiration. Motivation for blood.

He struggled, he fought, he battled the demon hordes for a time he could not decipher. It might have been seconds, it might have been days. It all seemed to come together into a natural high that washed out all feeling and cognitive reasoning. Once more, for a time, while he battled the hellions who accosted him... Corvus was, The Genocide.

And then it was over. Corvus turned in time to see a blade striking down from the sky in a powerful downward slash. He thrust himself backwards, away from that gleaming edge. His feral grin became a grimace of pain as crimson geysered in a crescent shaped flow into the air. His head turned and looked at the wound... It had gone completely through his battle gear, through the layers of thick, iron like dermis, and cut into the diamond hard muscles of his triceps. He flexed, feeling the loss of mobility such a wound would cause.

His head came up and his eyes widened at the sight of that devilish sword coming around in a horizontal sweep this time, aimed at his midsection. Without thinking he blocked, throwing his hand in front of the blade like he would an errant kick or powerful punch.

Time seemed to stop. Corvus saw, with unerring clarity, as the tip of his forefinger, the middle knuckle of his second finger, and nearly the entirety of his ring and pinky fingers were sliced neatly away.

Time resumed. Corvus' eyes were locked on his wounded, maimed hand.

"If you leave now, the battle can end."


Corvus stared at his fingers, the stumps wet and ruby red. His blank face shifted, his arm stretched so he could better see the wound along that same arm. Then, like a great, shaggy lion the warrior shook his head, and turned his gaze upon his foe.

"Leave?" Corvus asked, with what appeared to be confusion in his eyes. Then those eyes narrowed just a bit, his mouth pulling upwards at the corners. "But you just proved you aren't a complete pussy." The Saiyan Genocide walked over to the building nearest, it's wall alight with fire from either their blaster fire or the demon hordes who had vanished... He stuck his wounded hand into that flame, staunching the blood loss from the digits, cauterizing them. He looked at his arm, grabbed the end of a burning timber, and pressed the fiery edge to the long gash upon his arm.

That done, he looked up towards Zarbon and explained; "Would hate to bleed to death before we can kill each other properly." And then he settled into a fighting stance. "Come on." He said, motioning his fingers in a gesture. "What other tricks do you have for me. I'm starting to have fun." Corvus... was ready to fight.


A1; Partial Dodge
A2: Partial Block
A3: Get pumped! (Energizer)

PL: 19500
KI: 9750
Strength: 2529
Speed: 2275
Toughness: 2596
Stamina: 2347
Vitality: 2278
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The calm before the storm... his Saiyan opponent gave Zarbon a compliment, or at least it seemed that way, as he prepared for round two. Declining the generous proposal, he seared off the bleeding and regained the composure he had at the beginning of the fight. It was a battle of brute strength against clever strategy; and while the latter gave way to an upper hand, it was also running out of ideas. There was only one thing left to do- the Yamina Leaf. Roshi had given it to him as a gift on Earth as a reward for passing his trial, yet Zarbon was hesitant to use it. After all, it was rumored to make the most exquisite tea one has ever tasted, and if he ingested it now, it would not be properly prepared. No.. that was out of the question.

A blinding light flamed in his eyes, but malice was no longer fueled by his old power. And although the alien had the advantage in strength now, and although it would be for the collective good of the universe to kill this murderous Saiyan, (not to mention well-deserved,) deep in his heart there was something that restrained him from continuing the fight; his winning was not guaranteed, nor was it guaranteed to arrive swiftly. Even if he won, how much longer would it take? There were deadlines to meet and people to kill; if the people took too long to kill, then they deserved to live- for a time. It was clear the Saiyan was interested in a fight to the death, but that would be a waste of such talent and potential on both ends. If he wouldn't take the opportunity to flee, then Zarbon would. But he would be back to finish the job, if nothing more than out of respect. With a turn of the head and a thorough lick of the lips, he flew onto the top of the building behind him and sprinted away into the night.


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Action 2: Flee
Action 3: Flee

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"Well... That's that, I guess." Corvus said with disgust. The alien had fled like a wounded deer, only... He wasn't wounded. Oh sure, he'd taken a few good licks, and that blaster bolt to the face must not have been comfortable... but christ. Who the hell flees a fight after cutting a man's hand off. "Pissant." Corvus muttered, locking in the power level of that fighter as he fled. He wanted to keep a record of the fellow, and if they ever met again... Well... The Genocide did not do things by half measures if he could help it.


He began to turn, then spotted a glint of something upon the ground. With a furrowed brow he walked over and picked up... a horn. His lips dropped in consideration as he held it up. And... he could swear... heard whispers coming from its open mouth.

"I was wrong..." he muttered as he tied a thong to the horn and let it lay at his waist, turned and began walking back towards the barracks where Squad 40 of the 501st legion stayed, his Squad. "He was a pussy after all." Darkness gathered in around him, the night closed in. All around was silence. Any in the area who hadn't run for their lives when a battle had broken out were cowering in terror in their homes. If they didn't want to die like rats, they should have come out and stopped him... It annoyed him to see such behavior amongst even Saiyan civilians.

"So many cowards..." He pondered to himself, lifting off and heading back towards base.



1- Take Demon Horn.
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