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| Trunks (l) Vs. Rem (w); Ref: Sai | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 12 2013, 12:01 AM (366 Views) | |
| Vash | Feb 12 2013, 12:01 AM Post #1 |
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Gross...
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Trunks lay wide awake, unable to sleep. Selade was cuddled up next to him, snoozing away. Normally, she would exhaust him so much that he would have no choice but to go into a near coma in order to recover, but on this night, for some strange reason, there he was, staring up at the pale blue ceiling, the only light coming from the moon. He had come to Vegeta originally to seek redemption for his heritage. When his grandfather, King Vegeta, kicked him out of the Saiyan capital, Trunks was determined to proved that he belonged. He donned the guise of Kale and entered the ranks of the military. This was going well and all, he had recently been promoted to a first class Saiyan warrior, and even commanded a small platoon of his own on certain occasions, but on this night, for whatever reason, it just didn’t seem like enough. He knew, deep down, that in order to be the best, he was going to have to fight the strongest warriors he could find, hone his skills, become a true warrior. He wasn’t going to be able to do that simply by running around doing little errands and tasks for the Saiyan army, no matter how difficult they were at times. A task for tomorrow, he thought as he tried to roll over to his side and fall asleep. Minutes dragged into another hour and there he was, still lying there, unable to rest. He knew what had to be done. Trunks tossed the blankets off of him, and put on his usual battle attire. Trunks left the barracks and flew high into the Vegetian night sky. The battle helmet that he had picked up on another planet had a built in scouter. He performed a quick scan, found a power level much higher than his own, and, as stupid as it may be, decided on that one. His father had taught him long ago how to swim by pushing him into the deep end of the pool, and the same principle was going to be applied here. After close to an hour of flying to the mark, he landed a short distance away. If his scouter was anywhere near correct, this guy was going to be no slouch. He peered down from his vantage point atop a sand dune and saw the person he had been seeking. It came as a bit of a shock, but it was an alien with green skin. He had only met a handful of these aliens known as Namekians, and this one was wearing the same attire as one he had met before. He and Gohan had gotten into a bit of trouble back on Yaidrat with a group of strong warriors. His memory was a bit fuzzy as quite a bit of time had lapsed since then, but he remembered something about him and Gohan stealing a scroll, and this Namekian and his friends were after them to get it back. Everything happens for a reason, or so the saying goes, and this Namekian was put on Vegeta for Trunks to get a better feel for the thrill of battle, or so it would seem. He was determined not to hold anything back. He knew that if he raised his power level, he may in fact alert the Namekian, and, at least for the time being, he held the element of surprise. Trunks raced as quickly as he could to where the Namekian was and threw a punch with all of his momentum for the green alien’s temple. Hoping he had created a bit of distance after his initial attack, he rapidly raised his power level to its maximum capacity. He wasn’t going to match the alien in terms of power, but he was damn sure going to try. Thinking quickly, Trunks reached for one of the kunai knives he kept at his belt and, with a flick of his wrist, sent it soaring through the night sky at the Namekian, before reaching for his energy repeater with his other hand and firing a shot at him as well. WC 689 ----------- Actions 1. SA (Sneak) 2. Power Up 3. Kunai (1 Left) 4. Energy Repeater (2 Left)
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| Rem | Feb 12 2013, 05:38 AM Post #2 |
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The Super Namek
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Two weeks... It had taken the Namekian two weeks to get thus far into his search for the ancient Tayoussein Artifact, the Gauntlets of Zekka. He hadn't expected to be on the planet as long as he had, and was beginning to reconsider his decision not to bother contacting Sai; since he had that secondary mission to take care of once he had the Gauntlets within hand. Rem was on a personal mission to track down the remnants or ruins of the Tayou People and Kingdom. He... wasn't sure what he would find in the farflung reaches of space, on the outer edges of galaxy, past Ippen, Frieza, and Juno. But.... he would find something... the Truth, at least. Rem had awoken in the predawn hours of the morning to continue his search. He had to meet an informant in one of the feral Saiyan Tribes that lived a nomadic existence in the deserts beyond Vegeta City. He had stopped a few miles outside of it's peoples border-wanting to check to make sure he wasn't walking into a trap. He had just landed, and was beginning to use his scouter to check his surroundings when all of a sudden, he was airborne, flying through the red dawn skies of Vegeta It took a few stunned seconds for the Namekian to realize what had happened, and to flip as he flew, bringing his feet down beneath him and slowing his flight. "Mother fucker..." Rem muttered, touching his temple and wincing in a bit of pain at the tenderness. He looked up just in time to see a glint of metal as it streaked towards him. He shifted himself higher into the air, his speed increasing beyond his maximum for the moment it took to dodge out of the way. Energy bolts fired up at him then, and with a disdainful snarl he allowed them to slam into his chest and belly. "YOU DONT?" Rem roared down through the wall of smoke. "You fucking Saiyans, I swear to God..." He was getting tired of this shit. For whatever reason, Saiyans had this undying urge to prove themselves. He couldn't even remember all the young, dumb warriors who had attacked him in the last week. The majority of them had been cowed by the very pressure of his power level unleashed... But this guy was wearing a scouter, and his own power level was a lot more impressive than the general ragamuffin who came at any off planet wanderer in the hopes of proving the might of the Saiyan Species... It looked like Rem was going to have to kick his ass for real... The Namekian sighed at the black haired youth... "Let's get this over with..." He unslung the sword and staff that rested upon his back, unsheathed them both. "I'm just going to warn you once." Rem announced. "I'm going to break your face, your hands, and your knees. Then, I'm going to leave you to figure out how to get back to whatever hole you crawled out of." Rem paused for a moment, and then continued... "You know... This drive your race has to fight strong fighters, to get into massive wars of aggression... You call it pride, you call it courage... But really, it's fear. Oh, don't argue," Rem said, giving a dismissive motion with his staff hand. "It's true. Fear of insignificance. Fear of..." Rem's hand waved again, this time in a searching manner. Finally, he gave that same dismissive gesture again. "Whatever. Look, boy... The day you realize you should only fight for something, someone... That challenging any fighter who comes across your path is a destructive habit that will lead to your death." Rem had no idea what caused him to talk with the experience of his full thousand plus years, to wax philosophic like that to some punk kid who was never going to grasp what he was trying to say until time and heartbreak had their way with him, until he had had lost so much that his mind itself shifted to a more pragmatic way of consideration. Or, as happened far too often to young, brash warriors... he died. "Anyway." Rem said a second later, "I'm going to crush you now." And with that, he proceeded to do just that. The emerald warrior threw himself across the battlefield, pulling his sword back, parallel to his body, and then thrusting it forward toward the young Saiyans midsection. He was descending from the air in the motion, and his other hand-which held the staff- descended in a powerful downward strike meant to strike above his foe's brow line. He landed then, rotating his body to the left as he sliced in that direction, and upwards, across the young Saiyan warriors chest with his sword. His right hand, holding the staff, stabbed out beneath his left arm in an attempt to catch the fighter in the gut. His body rotated back to the right then, his arm jerking backwards and then whiffling towards the younger fighters face. He jerked back left, feinted with the sword, and then jerked himself back to the left with the staff in an attempt to catch the fighter off his guard. "By the way... You're totally not going to need these." Rem said with a grin a second later, a bag of senzu's dangling from his fingers, still wrapped around the hilt of his sword, before disappearing into an interior pocket of his robe.
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| Vash | Feb 13 2013, 04:22 PM Post #3 |
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Gross...
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Trunks’ initial attack sequence seemed to do nothing more than irritate the Namekian warrior. He had gotten that first attack in clean, of course he did not see it coming after all, but the Namekian was quick on his feet, well, if you could call it that seeing as the green fighter was midair, and his kunai went soaring swiftly through the air as the alien contorted its body as the knife went whizzing by. Trunks thought he was pretty clever by firing off the energy repeater directly after the knife throwing, as the Namekian was unable to move his body that much, and the repeater round smashed into the warrior known as Rem’s chest. The Namekian apparently had a problem with Saiyans, and began to drabble on and on, something about fear that Trunks refused to listen to. Maybe he should have paid more attention, but he didn’t have time, as soon as he started to digest the words the Namekian was on the offensive. He came at Trunks with brutal fury, thrusting his sword forward towards Trunks’ abdomen. Trunks pulled stomach inward as the sword narrowly missed, but an intense pain bludgeoned him in the skull as he had only a mere second to look up and see a club of sorts connect with his forehead. Trunks stumbled backwards a bit as the Namekian was not finished with him, and began spinning around like a green top wielding a pointy as well as a blunt object. The Namekian’s sword slashed once more and caught Trunks against the chest plate, causing a gouge in his armor. The attack was well timed, and the sword just long enough to pierce through his chest plate deep enough to tear through a bit of flesh, causing crimson blood to flow out and over his armor. Trunks knew he was not going to last long at this rate, he had to do something quick. A sudden burst of speed came over him as he disappeared just in the nick of time as Rem’s last spinning clubbing attack whiffed through the air. Trunks appeared directly behind him, hands clasped together, fingers interlocked, and swung as hard as he could muster for the center of the Namekian’s back. He had hoped that his speed was enough to give him some shred of an element of surprise, and while the alien had to do something about his double fisted hammer blow attack, Trunks charged up energy into his palms and sent off a volley of ki blasts, one after the other. He then reached for the pouch of special beans he had kept attached to his belt, but felt nothing but air. The green warrior must have nabbed them at some point during its dizzying spinning combination. Bastard, Trunks thought. WC 464/1,153 ----------- Actions 1. Partial Dodge A2 Free: Take A3 2. ST Dodge A4 3. SA Undodgeable (Sneaky Shoes) 4. Energy Dans
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| Rem | Feb 14 2013, 04:07 AM Post #4 |
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The Super Namek
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So the fellow wasn't completely helpless. That... was annoying. Rem had hoped to end the battle in one fell swoop, but apparently he was going to have to put forth at least a modicum of effort in order to make the young, brash, black haired fighter acknowledge the error of his ways and lifestyle. During the Namekian's last attack, the kid shifted himself behind Rem. Unfortunately for him, his speed just wasn't of a caliber that was going to fool the Namekian. Rem was a speed fiend, it was his greatest attribute, so no quick moves or tricks were going to work on him. "CHA!" Rem shouted, continuing his movements so that he turned in a complete circle following the missed attack. His staff came around with him with a whistling, air tearing scream. It slammed into the boy's right wrist as it descended towards Rem, knocking the hammerblow off track. An instant later Rem was backpedaling a bit, rechecking the staff before him and spinning it, deflecting away the energy dans that came zipping in at him. The barrage ended after a few seconds, leaving pockmarked earth where the deflected blasts had struck the ground, smoke trailing up from the blackened carbon scoring. "Tsk tsk tsk..." Rem tutted, "That's not going to work. Better pull something more impressive out of your arsenal if you want to take me down." He brought the ivory colored staff back to his side and moved the sword before him, square between his eyes so that the Saiyan was looking at it in the next instant as flames leapt to cover the shining, sheening metal finish. "This might hurt... a bit." Rem warned with a feral grin, and then shot forward. His first attack with the flaming sword was a rising diagonal strike that went from below and to the right of the saiyan's hips, to above and to the left of his shoulders. The next attack was a slice vertically, meant to strike at the other warriors left arm. Finally, he unleashed yet another rising diagonal strike that was the inverse of the first one, across the warriors body.
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| Vash | Feb 15 2013, 01:08 AM Post #5 |
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Gross...
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The emerald warrior seemed to be toying him, almost scolding him as a master would its pupil. Trunks’ got a literal slap on the wrist from Rem’s staff as he attempted his double fisted strike towards his back. He was watching a true fighting warrior at work. As Trunks performed his energy dans attack, the Namekian began to back pedal and spin his staff around like an airplane propeller, sending his various energy blasts to the wayside. He appeared to have pissed off the Namekian to a point. Apparently he wasn’t expecting Trunks to come at him the way he did. The emerald warrior drew his sword, and it immediately engulfed itself in flames. It was a neat trick, maybe a little over the top, but neat none the less. It was this kind of thinking that often times got Trunks into trouble, and this time seemed to be no different. In a flash of green colored blur rushed forward at him and began hacking away. The first slash gouged Trunks across his chest diagonally. Seering hot pain burned across his pectoral muscles. As quickly as the first slice was made, a second happened. A gouge formed on his left arm. Trunks knew he wasn’t going to last very long if he wasn’t able to distance himself from this blade. Rem slashed at him once more with the fiery sabre, Trunks contorted his body, just wasn’t enough to completely evade the attack. The third slash carved an ‘X’ into his chest armor. Trunks thought there was going to be more blood, but since the blade was aflame, it cauterized each wound as quickly as it had created him. Still though, the blade wielding Namekian was ruthless in his onslaught. There weren’t going to be too many more opportunities, he had to step his game up. He reached for the stasis grenade he kept on the inside of his armor, and tossed it at his foe, enough to buy him some time at least. With his other free hand, Trunks reached for his other kunai and whipped it at the Namekian. The two had been battling for quite some time, night was turning into dawn, and the sun slowly crept up over the horizon, lettings its auburn light reflect off of the red sand. “I think I’ll use this to my advantage...” Trunks said, lifting his hands up to his face with his fingers spread apart. “SOLAR FLARE” he shouted out, using the sun behind him to flash a blinding light in Rem’s direction. He would draw his energy repeater once more and fire off one of his remaining shots. WC 439/1,618 ----------- Actions Free: Take A3 + A4 1. Partial Dodge A5 2. Stasis Grenade 3. Kunai - 0 Left 4. Solar Flare 8% Tactician. Energy Repeater - 1 Left
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| Rem | Feb 16 2013, 01:14 AM Post #6 |
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The Super Namek
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The Saiyan was beginning to realizing how outmatched he was, there was no doubt about it. But... you know what they say about cornered rats, or monkeys, as it were. "Shit!" Rem spat as he caught sight of a bluish tinged orb suddenly flying towards him. He tried to evade, to move out of its flight path-but it was for naught. It exploded in the air right before him a second later. A shock wave of energy shout out in a circle, easily encompassing him within its diameter, and unleashing a powerful jolt of electricity. It didn't exactly harm him, but he felt the force of it track down his spine, weakening him in that instant. He felt sluggish all of a sudden. He knew, of course, what it was. he himself had used stasis grenades in battles before- he just hadn't thought to bring any with him on his journey to find the zekka. While he was standing there, trying to regain his composure, the boy had done... something. Rem brought up his sword, a grin on his face, and both heard and felt the ringing deflection of the Kunai the boy had thrown. Rem moved his face up to look at his young foe just in time to hear the worlds 'Solar Flare', accompanied by a flash of light that instantly stole his vision away. "GAAHH!" He roared, hands flying to his eyes in instinct, trying to block out the powerful, hurtful rays of the magnified sun of this world. "Little... shit." He sputtered, and pressed hard against his eyes, trying to force out the burning brightness. He was unable to respond a second later as energy bolts exploded against his chest and abdomen, driving him backwards. The pain and sizzle against his chest of the super heated plasmatic energy was annoying. He wished he had thought to put his armor on before coming out of the ship that morning. The Namekian blinked his eyes rapidly trying to clear his vision and catch sight of the little saiyan runt, but the spots in them were still too ubiquitous. His hands came together and he began to charge up energy within his cupped palms. His eyes watered, burned, he pressed them tightly closed together, opened them, blinked... And began to see the waxing light of the morning sun. His vision cleared over the next few seconds, and his sight closed on the Saiyan brat. "HRRAAA!" Rem shouted, released the energy he had gathered. Twin beams of light shout out of his hand, twirling around one another before merging together and heading towards the distant saiyan. Seconds before they would have hit, he pulled his arms back and up on the end of the beam, and realigning it to fire into the sky. It traveled up for just a few seconds before suddenly exploding, sending balls of energy streaking towards the ground and the Saiyan below. Rem wasn't quite done, however. Now that he had been forced to open up his bag of tricks, he was going to go all out with them. His left and right hand both jerked into an upclawed position before his body, and energy snapped into existence within them. "TRY TO SURVIVE!" Rem shouted, tossing the balls forward in the same instant. They werecontrolled byhis hand movements, so he made sure to separate them, and come at the Saiyan boy from either side. One by one he slammed them into his foes position, wanting to make sure he got him with at least one of them, a trap style maneuver where if the kid dodged the first one, the second would intercept him... As the smoke roiled through the area in the aftermath of the massive explosions of the Namekians attack, Rem shifted himself into the air, high above the battlefield, looking down on it with a grin. He knew his attacks thus far hadn't been enough to take down the Saiyan boy... But this... MIGHT just put him out of action. "HHHAAAA!!!" The NAmekian shouted, and a wicked, yellow beam of energy struck down from the air, slamming into the ground in the general Area of trunks, and exploding into a massive, roiling, rolling fireball...
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| Sai Penin | Feb 16 2013, 11:24 PM Post #7 |
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Legend
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Gonna give the RP award to Rem, his posts seem to be better written over all. As For Damage, I'd say Trunks is hurting pretty good. Rem not so much. Yes, those aren't numbers. Deal with it. |
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| Vash | Feb 17 2013, 03:07 PM Post #8 |
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Gross...
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Trunks screamed out in pain as ki blasts rained down from the sky above. His little ploy of disabling his opponent’s movements had worked to an extent, as his energy repeater struck its mark once again, but it just wasn’t enough. The green skinned warrior had had enough of Trunks’ antics, and was going to end this fight here and now. Trunks could have sworn that he was going to be bombarded by twin energy beams. He had braced himself, no longer having the energy within himself to get out of the way. He closed his eyes and prepared for their impact. But nothing happened. He opened them and nothing was there. But he could hear something above. Seemingly hundreds of ki blasts above him, screaming down at an insane speed. He pulled his hands up over his head, an effort to partially block the ones that would crash upon his skull, as they rained down around him, bouncing him around in their explosions. He was brought to his knees, one hand stuck in the warm Vegetian sand. He picked his head up, vision now blurred, just in time to see twin ki blasts spiraling his way. He knew he was in trouble. He used what little bit of energy he had left in him to push off with his planted hand at the last second, popping himself up into the air as the first ki blast struck the ground below. He contorted his body to find the second, but there wasn’t enough time. It struck him square in the gut. When the dust had settled, he was laying on his back, pretty well motionless, staring back up at Rem. He had learned so much from this fight, despite the fact that he was nearly crippled, that even though it was clear we would not come out the victor, but he was glad he had done this. He was beginning to realize what his current limits were, areas that needed to be expanded upon, and that was the most important thing about the challenge he had placed. His vision bounced back and forth until they focused on an increasingly large, golden beam of energy coming his way. It smashed into the ground a dozen or so yards away from him, but the explosion bubble that appeared as a result, lifted Trunks off the ground and threw him through the air as his conscious drifted to blackness. He was done for. WC 410/2,028 -------- Actions: Take all Lose |
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| Rem | Feb 17 2013, 03:41 PM Post #9 |
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The Super Namek
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"No defensive techniques." Rem muttered in near-disgust. Typical Saiyan strategy; Attack headlong with as much power and energy they could muster, but not have any response to a foe who could take their attacks and throw them back at them. It was disappointing, but almost expected upon this planet of headstrong, headlong warriors. The Namekian warrior descended out of the sky from which he had launched his final attack. His feet tapped down lightly upon the ground, and he strolled over to where the boy was crumpled on the ground, near-fetal position, and smoke still lightly wafting up from his singed clothes and skin. Bruises and burns pockmarked his body. Rem went to one knee beside the boy and used two fingers to feel along the fellow neck, checking for a pulse. It was there, weak, but there. He would probably live, but no reason to take chances. Hopefully this would serve as a learning experience for the child, and he would become a greater warrior for it. Hopefully. Rem stood back up, pulled free the staff from its scabbard upon his back, pointed the head at the young one, and channeled healing energies through it. A golden green glow surrounded the head of the staff, and then widened to encompass the Saiyan. Burns and bruises disappeared, open wounds sealed themselves, and the Namekians scouter told him the fellows power level was rising back to healthy levels. "That'll have to do." Rem said, turned, and shot into the air- once more able to continue his search for the Zekka. Actions: Claim Victory, Heal Trunks, Leave. |
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