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| (l) Selade And Atla Vs Rem (w); Referee: Sai | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 20 2013, 12:36 AM (358 Views) | |
| Daji | Feb 20 2013, 12:36 AM Post #1 |
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Selade was infuriated. Hell had nothing on an extremely angry woman, or at least, that was what she remembered the phrase being. Or something extremely close. It did not matter anyway, with the way the woman paced from end to end of her quarters, absolutely fuming. Her romantic evening with Kale had been cut short because he had gotten into a fight with some green-skinned freak--and had lost! The concept of Kale losing against some random alien had certainly been surprising, the alien's power level having been quite high...but at the same time, now her lover was unconscious and recuperating in the medical facility, leaving Selade naked and lonely in their quarters. She slammed her fist into the wall out of aggravation, the act doing nothing to stem her rage, not even a little! Finally, she decided to pay that alien a visit and give him a piece of her mind! And probably a good throttling as well! No one messed with a Saiyan warrior...especially not Selade's bed mate! The female warrior barely had the clarity of mind to put on her uniform and a few pieces of gear, deciding to leave her armor behind. It had been trashed from the previous assignment she had been on and, as such, she was still waiting for replacement armor to be assigned to her. She could fight without it, the uniform was more than enough to show just what kind of warrior that alien would be dealing with! Of course, tracking down the alien turned out to be a very easy venture. A few heated conversations and, eventually, Selade managed upon the green-skinned, incredibly tall alien that seemed to stick out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of the environment on Vegeta. Without even thinking, Selade descended from her flight towards the Namekian, landing just a few yards away from him. "Long way from home, aren't you?" She asked, an irritated frown on her face, hair swaying around her in the wind. Her hair had grown to almost hang beside her ankles, and while it was a pain to maintain, Kale very much liked her long hair, so she kept it around. "You got into a fight with a Saiyan warrior and defeated him. Just so you know, he is my mate. And I don't appreciate him being kept from me!" She said, her voice growing louder with each syllable until she finished her sentence with a crescendo--releasing an energy blast towards the alien to make her point. It felt good to take her aggression out on someone...so she kept firing energy blasts towards him. If he was so strong, he probably wouldn't feel a thing anyway, but that wouldn't deter a woman from avenging her love. Curse this alien! Once Selade had finished her onslaught, dust and debris kicked up into the air, she breathed heavily, her muscles tight from the exertion, but a smirk was on her face all the same. She'd see how he liked that, that was for certain! Too bad she had left her scouter back at her quarters, otherwise, she'd probably get a decent idea how much his power level had fallen...then again, it didn't really matter. She'd pummel him into the ground either way.
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| Rem | Feb 20 2013, 04:07 AM Post #2 |
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"Are you kidding me?" Rem asked in complete seriousness, just an instant before the wrathful woman launched an arm thick beam of golden light at his face. An emerald hued hand flashed before his face, and Rem caught the brunt of the beams force and plasmatic fire against the back of the powerful bracers he had obtained during his travels upon Kelioux. He growled as he was forced backwards, then pushed out with all his might- forcing the beam away and giving him the room to sidestep as it passed by. "Look here... DAMN IT!" he cut off as bolts of energy began to spray out from the woman. With an annoyed hiss Rem raised up a barrier around him. The bolts of energy smacked harmlessly into its translucent light green ovoid form, deflecting off or simply extinguishing themselves against it. More and more of the attacks came in, and Rem began to realize what Kular felt when he was getting pestered and harassed by multitudes of energy dans during their spars. "Are you quite done?" Rem asked a minute later as the attacks ceased. The Barrier dropped away from him and he began to slowly walk forward. "I have no idea who 'your man' is, little girl... But I'm going to assume he is one of the ubiquitous Saiyan hot heads around here who attack any off worlder with a decent power level in some attempt to prove the superiority of your supposedly superior race. Sound like 'your man'?" Saiyans... Jeez he could do without a galaxy full of Saiyans. He almost wished for the bygone days when Saiyans had been a nearly extinct species, back in his 'home' universe. But... well, he wouldn't even wish that sort of fate upon people as annoying as these. "Alright. You came all the way out here, I guess i'll teach you the same lesson I did him." Rem said with a shrug, and proceeded to unstrap the staff, and unscabbard the sword that lay upon his back. "This is going to hurt, a lot." Rem warned. He twirled the weapons in either hand before looking back at the girl, smiling, and asking: "You ready?" An instant later there was a glint in his eyes, and twin beams of light shot out at a rapid clip, followed a second later by a second pair of eye beams. He was aiming for his opponents shoulders, wanting to damage the rotator cuffs if possible. Taking those out of action, or at least damaging them, would go a long way in taking the fire out of this hot headed girl. It was time to really get to work then, and Rem moved. He flashed across the space between them, leading off with a downward strike at the girls right shoulder with his sword- while bringing his left arm up, which held the staff, towards her knee. He was going for disabling strikes early, no reason to draw this out just because she wanted to be difficult. An instant later he spun in place, rotating his sword along his arm so that he could back hand her once, and then slam the staff into her face as he completed the full 360 degree turn.
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| Aurora | Feb 20 2013, 05:20 AM Post #3 |
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[Jumping in on Selade's Team. Base PL - 34,082 - Zenkai] Atla gave a low curse as he looked through the hallways of the Saiyan Compound. Trunks, well, Kale, as he was going by here, had woken up, and had realized that Selade had gone. He'd also known that, given the situation, she'd probably gone after the Namekian that had done this to him. Trunks and Atla were ones who had known each other before this whole thing had gone down... and it had given them an odd sense of trust between them. It was hard to say exactly why, but they were each sharing a secret for the other, and that was something that had been enough to give them a bond. And so, Trunks, or Kale, had told him to keep on eye on Selade, and to make sure she didn't get hurt. Atla, of course, was a warrior of honor, and treated Trunks with the respect that he deserved, and with that, had managed to seek out where the woman had gone, borrowing one of the scouters of the 501st regiment. She had flown off to the East, it seemed, and had finally come to a stop. THat meant, of course, that she was in danger of some kind, which was not a good thing. He felt his ki well up around him, and the Arlian warrior shot off through the skies, tracking her power as best he could with his own mind. He seared through the skies, before he came across the woman, and what seemed like an incredibly powerful warrior, given the fact that even being near him was something that was causing him a bit of force. Like the very aura of the warrior, even controlled as it was, was just the visible part, and it extended for miles around, crushing those of weaker power. Atla had no way to sense energy without the aid of the scouter, and he could tell, just by looking at this man, that he was incredibly powerful, which meant that this was not going to be an easy fight, and he felt that probably their best course of action would just be to flee. "SELADE!" he roared out as he approached, his maw building with ki as he released a powerful burst of ki from his own maw, aimed right at the other warrior, not sure what his stance here was... but given that he'd thrashed Trunks as hard as he had, he figured that this fighter was seeking out to destroy the rest of the Saiyans as well. "I don't think this is a good idea!" he spoke as the blast came downwards toward the green skinned fighter, and the Arlian flickered from where he stood, appearing down on the ground before he slashed out with his blade, the dark weapon seeking to drain the lifeforce from the Namekian. "Namekian, I know not your name, but know that you have injured one of my comrades and plan to do so to another. For that, I cannot forgive you!" he called out, ready to fight to the death, if need be.
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| Daji | Feb 20 2013, 01:36 PM Post #4 |
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Selade smirked for a moment until she heard the alien’s voice asking if she was done. Her hands curled into fists as her expression changed from amusement to anger, especially at the commentary the alien was making…how…how dare he!? She was no little girl, and the way he was speaking…it was infuriating! Her teeth pressed against one another in her anger as he unstrapped a weird staff and unsheathed a sword, both of which were handled like he knew how to handle weaponry. “The only one that’s going to be hurting is you!” She snapped back, her legs tight with energy as she prepared to rush the green-skinned buffoon, but just then, his eyes glinted with light and energy beams emerged from them! She raised her arms to defend against the attacks, the beams of energy slamming against her left arm rather than her shoulder, and the second set of beams impacted her right. She was not going to lie, those attacks hurt, but then again, she had battled against tough opponents before…and she was a Saiyan warrior! She refused to let out even a grunt of pain, bottling up the pain and fear in a cage of hate. She then assumed a more combat ready stance, just as his image flickered and reappeared. Fancy trick, but not one she was surprised by. She had the same thing used against her in her spars against Fasha and Kale, so she was at least ready enough to— That’s when she took the backhand to her face, her eyes squeezing shut from the pain, but so did her teeth, keeping a yelp from emerging from her mouth. Damnit, this guy was strong…and fast, by the apparent lack of time she had to defend herself, and then the crack to her face from his staff caused her to recoil back a few steps, one hand rubbing the location where he had hit her, the other curled up into a fist still as she felt a red trickle of liquid fall down her face. She was just about to yell at the alien again when she heard the familiar voice of Atla, her eyes looking up towards where he was arriving. Of course, Atla always had a way of making a rather interesting and spectacular entry. She was partially angry that he would force himself into this fight, stinging at Selade’s honor…but at the same time, she was glad a comrade had at least arrived. She looked back at the green-skinned alien again—Namekian, was it?—before assuming another combat stance.
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| Rem | Feb 20 2013, 02:39 PM Post #5 |
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"Shit." Rem hissed just as he was about to launch into a rather intricate set of attacks against the lass. His scouter was beeping at him. Without thinking he spun in place, sending his staff twirling as he did so. A powerful bolt of energy came streaking in a second later, and was deflected high into the air a second later-where it exploded harmlessly. Golden hair. A Super Saiyan?! Rem didn't even have time to register all he was seeing as the sword descended for him. "No CHANCE!" Rem yelled, parrying the blow, taking a step inside the second fighters guard, and slicing do... "BAHAHAHAH... AHAHAHA!" Rem was suddenly laughing harder than he could remember laughing since... since Earth, probably, when the EDLoJ had been just getting started-when their biggest worries had been gangsters and jay walkers. Rem leapt back away from the second foe, and took in the entire sight. "Oh my God... You're kidding me, right? You.... you... AHAHAHAHA!" Rem doubled over in laughter. "What... what the hell is this? Are you kidding me, seriously?" Rem could barely contain the laughter as he looked up at some twelve foot... BUG with a wig or something on its head. His body spasmed in the aftershocks of laughter as he tried his best to bring himself under control. There was a distinct lack of amusement on the faces of the other two fighters. "You're... NOT kidding? Oh man... I gotta tell Kular about this..." he gave an abbreviated snortchuckle, then forced himself into a calm, straight faced demeanor. "Okay, sorry... Where were we? Oh, right.. HAAA!" Rem shouted, and launched himself across the space he had opened up between the two, leaping high into the air because, well, this fucker was huge. His sword jerked back to lie horizontal along his arm as it descended, a punishing, crushing blow aimed at the ridge of the... thing's brow. He shifted then, crossing the distance back towards the girl in an instant, appearing below her and rising with a powerful driving uppercut, aimed at knocking out a few of her teeth if she was unprepared for it. A moment later he was standing square between the two. He drove his sword and staff into the dirt on either side of him, raised his palms, and fired. A powerful bolt of energy shot out of either hand, aimed at both of his opponents chests.
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| Aurora | Feb 20 2013, 04:13 PM Post #6 |
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[Base PL - 34,082 - Zenkai] Atla frowned. Apparently this Namekian fellow was fairly used to seeing Saiyans, enough that he was able to tell that Atla was not a Saiyan. That was... unfortunate. The Arlian could tell that this warrior was skilled and on top of that, well learned. He couldn't afford his cover to be blown though, as he'd managed to convince most of everyone here that he was a half saiyan, which was enough for most of them, given the fact that he seemed to be 'constantly' in his 'Super Saiyan' state. Granted, the warriors known as Sai and Kale (who was really Trunks) were far stronger than Atla was in his base form alone. He still wasn't sure how he was fooling them. Stupid Saiyans. He grunted then as the namekian managed to get his breath back into his lungs after laughing at the fact that Atla was an Arlian dressed as a Saiyan... and then began his attack. In fact, Atla wasn't even able to keep up with the strike as the warrior closed the gap between them quickly, and that fist came around, before rattling the weird, probably not grey matter of a brain that Atla possessed, causing him to take a step backwards, his vision reeling for a moment as he watched the green skinned warrior take off after Selade. He tried to move, to stop him, but instead, he took a single step and nearly went down, before blinking, trying to force himself to breathe. The Arlian then saw as energy gathered from the Namekian's body, and those two hands extended, one at each of them. "Son of a-" he hissed, before he let the ki flow into his left arm, and the Arlian took a step forward, and drove his forearm into it, hissing as the attack seemed to scald his skin, even before he batted it away. It streaked across the ground, slamming it into the other blast that was approaching Selade, causing them both to explode, giving her the perfect smoke cover. "HRAH!" he roared out then, trying to draw the green warrior's attention to himself, and allow his ally to do something to get the drop on the other. At least, that was his plan, and he hoped that Selade would pick up on that as well...
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| Daji | Feb 20 2013, 04:43 PM Post #7 |
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Selade gritted her teeth again, and as much as having Atla with her in this fight, she was infuriated by the green-skinned alien's mockery of their team. She hated what he was saying, laughing at them, as if there was something wrong with her teammate. "You...you bastard!" She yelled, but at that moment, the alien was already maneuvering to strike down Atla, and in the next instant, the Namekian was moving towards Selade! It was all she could do to raise her arms in a defensive posture at the Namekian's powerful and quick blow, the female warrior sent backwards from the attack. Her arms hurt from the blow, and soon enough, she landed on her back upon the ground, still managing to keep her mouth silent from her injuries. She refused to show weakness against this alien, refused to let him win so easily! Selade quickly rolled to her feet, tail lashing about angrily as she looked up towards the alien once again...as an energy blast sailed forth from each of his hands towards Atla and Selade! She gritted her teeth again, focused her power into her right arm, and attempted to deflect the attack away, that is, until Atla did it himself, the blast impacting against a nearby hill which caused it to explode into chunks of earth and rock. Even as the dust settled, however, Selade was breathing heavily, mostly from the exertion of the fight thus far. She had never fought against someone that strong before, save for Kale...and he had been holding back in their practice fights. "Atla! Are you alright?" She called out to her teammate, her fists tightening again. She supposed she should be thankful for his intervention, but she could not take her mind off of their opponent. The Namekian was fast, strong, and powerful...while she still hated him, with all of her being--mostly for reasons she had forgotten a little--she felt almost helpless at the moment. She was surprised to be this tired already in their fight...perhaps she should not have flown off the handle that quickly to start out with, but what was done was done. She had to see this through to the end! "Come on, then! Eat this!" She challenged with a yell at her opponent, before she took a great breath into her lungs, concentrating some of her energy there. She then let loose with another energy technique, a gout of energy erupting from her mouth towards the green-skinned alien!
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| Rem | Feb 20 2013, 11:44 PM Post #8 |
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"Impressive." Rem said, nodding towards the... Yeah... He hadn't expected the big fellow to be able to take down both of the attacks on his own. Rem left hand rose, without even looking, and sliced through the air. The blast of energy that the girl had shot at him was sent flying off in the opposite direction. "You guys... let me show you how we do it back home." Rem took in a massive breath of air, his chest welling with the oxygen and energy that he was gathering. An instant later he opened his mouth and spewed forth a ball of powerful, spastic energy towards the girl. Moments later another was hurled at the big fellow. Even as he fired off the blasts of energy Rem was beginning to move. It was just about time to end this, so he was going to put on a bit of a show- just so everyone got their moneys worth of course. He spun in place, his body twirling around and around for long moments. Gale force winds picked up, and then sliced out in all directions- pushing away the remnants of rubbles and such in the general vacinity. "HAAA!" Rem shouted, his voice doing that whirry thing it does when you talk into a fan sorta. And then he stopped- pushing his arms out from himself in both directions. The wind, the cyclone he had been creating suddenly ripped in twain, becoming two smaller versions of itself which shot out in either direction. If a simple set of energy blasts weren't going to do the trick... well, let's just see how the two fighters responded to tornado's racing up their asses.
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| Aurora | Feb 22 2013, 04:36 AM Post #9 |
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[Base PL - 34,082 - Zenkai] The fact that the warrior had told him that he was impressed... well, it didn't really make Atla feel all that special. The warrior was one who was incredibly powerful, the Namekian so far being able to turn aside most of the attacks that had been sent at him without so much as batting an eyelash. And now, he was deigning to tell Atla that he was impressive? The Arlian hissed under his breath, not entirely sure that he liked this one. The Namekian was cocky, haughty, and seemed to hold himself above others and yet... he bore no ill will. And he supposed that it was exceedingly likely that Selade had attacked first; she wasn't exactly the most level headed Saiyan. However, Atla couldn't simply just let things happen as they were. He hissed low under his breath as he saw the mouth blast incoming, and while he wanted to do something to defend against it, he really didn't have the time. The attack was coming in too quickly, and he really didn't have the chance to block, either, as the attack slammed into his chest, sending him airborne for a moment before he crashed to the ground. He grunted, once, before he forced himself to his feet, watching the other warrior beginning to summon what looked like a tornado. Then it launched outwards towards him, and the insectile creature did not want to bother with such things. "Leech the life from this attack," he whispered to the blade, which loooked like a small knife in the creature's hands as he held it outward, the black light flaring around it as it seemed to devour the ki from the wind attack, leaving it with nothing but a few bits of wind, fluttering his antennae. "THIS HAS GONE ON FAR ENOUGH!" he roared out as he extended a hand, gathering a raw swelling of ki in his left hand. "TAKE THIS!"
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| Sai Penin | Feb 22 2013, 05:37 AM Post #10 |
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I'm going to give the RP award to Selade, the posts seem to really convey a saiyan warrior woman to me. Also those attack names. As for Damage Selade: 15-20% Atla: 10% Rem: .5-1% damage. The Ref has spoken! |
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| Daji | Feb 22 2013, 01:11 PM Post #11 |
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There was no stopping this alien, apparently. The green-skinned warrior seemed to deftly deflect her energy blast away, which only made Selade that much more furious. Something had to work on this guy, and she would find it and pummel him into the ground! She refused to give up, not when Kale’s honor, her honor, and Atla’s honor were on the line. Not like this! Unfortunately, she was not given much time to react as the alien let loose a blast from his mouth as well, similar to what Selade had done, which surprised her just a little. However, her muscles bulged a little as she flexed them, her right arm straining from the flexing and energy she channeled into it. As the blast neared, she swiped her arm to the side, knocking it away from her. The blast impacted a nearby hill, exploding in a storm of earth and rock. Dust scattered around the battlefield, leaving Selade to rub her arm for a moment from the sheer pain of that maneuver. Still, it was a lot less than what she would have felt from that attack. “Ha! You’re going to have to try harder than that—What the--!” She said, before her taunt was cut short by the two raging cyclones being sent their way. Just how many tricks did this Namekian have up his sleeve? She was tired of it, tired of this alien’s bullshit. Her lungs expanded as she took in a deep breath, the tornado nearing her, causing her hair to dance around her like black flame. She then let out an angry, angry yell, the kind where you knew the woman in front of you was PISSED. The yell was powerful enough to cause the tornado to dissipate, leaving Selade breathing heavily from the exhertion, her teeth clenched tight in rage against this Namekian.
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| Rem | Feb 22 2013, 07:12 PM Post #12 |
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"Well, that was unexpected." Rem mumbled to himself. Both of his opponents had managed to negate the swirling cyclones. He had half expected that to be the end of the battle. He would trap his foes within the powerful currents of air, and leave them there while he made his grand exit. However, it seemed he hadn't given his opponents quite enough credit. A few moments later his scouter began to give him a readout of an increasing power level coming from the big guy. Rem turned his gaze upon the fellow, and saw that he was charging up some sort of attack- palm out- and preparing to fire it. The Namekian warrior reached out to either side of himself, pulling forth the sword and staff from the ground. A moment later the bolt of energy shot out towards him. "NO CHANCE!" Rem shouted, energy flaring around him for a moment. He dropped to one knee and stabbed out just as the attack neared him. The tip of his ancient blade pierced the attack head on. It stopped dead in its tracks, and then proceeded to shrink smaller and smaller, until it was completely dispersed by the vibrant power of the Paladin's Sword. Rem felt a droplet of sweat trickling down his temple, and was rather surprised at the fact he was even slightly fatigued by this battle. It was time to end it, before even more Saiyans came out of the woodwork... "Alright. I appreciate the evening's entertainment, kids." Rem said with a wink towards the girl, "But I have a quest to be about, and you should really be getting into a rejuvenation tank- what with all those wounds." There was a moment of confusion from his opponents as, to be honest, they hadn't really taken all that many wounds. "Oh, right... I mean, THESE wounds." And then the Namekian rose back to his feet, thrust the staff into the sky, and released an emerald beam of energy into the red sky of this world. "HAAA!" He shouted a second later, pistoning his arm so that the staff came down, and then up once more and released yet another beam of energy. Explosions in the air followed one after another, and two batches of a half dozens orbs of energy a piece descended in an almost heart shaped pattern to either side of him. Explosions rocked the surrounding area for a full ten seconds as they exploded right after another. By the time the last one had subsided Rem had already sheathed his sword, planted the staff into the ground once more, and was holding twin, sky blue orbs of energy in either hand. He brought his hands up near his head, and then pushed outwards, sending the spirit balls sailing towards the ki signatures that he couldn't see because of the rising smoke and dust of the previous attack. His forefingers danced as he maneuvered the attacks towards his foe, skimming over the ground until the last instant when he jerked them upwards before letting them explode- hoping to catch either of his foes unprepared by the mix of overhead, and ground level attacks rising up towards them. Rem waited then. Waited for the smoke and dust to clear; waited for his opponents to become visible once more. It was time to truly end this battle. "Watch closely." Rem said, his mouth set in a firm line as he began to concentrate his power. "Especially if you plan to use that blade effectively in future battles." Rem was obviously speaking to the larger of the two fighters. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, Rem drew the long, thick Katana from its sheath once more. He held it before his face for just an instant before flames exploded along its length, twisting and whirling around it. "THIS IS THE END!" He shouted, and then... disappeared. He would appear as a flickering apparition as he danced and spun across the battlefield. His blade was a glinting, shimmering, fire trailing menace as it stabbed and sliced outwards, again, and again, and again. He moved between his foes like an incongruous dervish, striking without ceasing. He held back from the mortal wounds. As soon as his blade met flesh he retracted, leaving his mark, but nothing fatal. And then he was done. Bare moments had passed, and yet he was breathing hard, sweat glistening upon his brow and arms as he sheathed the flameless blade once more. He retrieved his staff once more, turned, and began to stroll away... Fully expecting that to be the end of the battle...
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| Aurora | Feb 23 2013, 06:05 PM Post #13 |
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[Base PL - 34,082 - Zenkai] There was no time to prrepare any longer as the Namekian seemed to have given up entirely on the chance of ending this peacefully. There was a sudden burst of raw energy from the warrior as the attack was fired up into the sky... before it began to turn, all of the bolts heading downward at Atla. He didn't have much in the way of defenses left. His body was exhausted already from this battle, and the Namekian hadn't even started to fight yet. He grunted as the attacks came down from the sky, streaking down at him. "Dammit..." the Arlian spoke, not able to do much more now than flare his aura upwards and fold his arms up, using them to brace most of the impact, before the attack struck at him, an explosion ripping outwards from him. He panted then, in the circle of destruction that had been created from the attack. He went down to one knee, before he saw the two glowing spheres that the Namekian held. "How in the hell... does he still have the ability to keep fighting?" the warrior grunted as he forced himself to his feet, holding his weapon at the ready before the attack came through towards him. He managed again to keep his aura up, and once more brought up his own defense, and held himself fast against them. The spirit ball came in with a rush, slamming into him several times before he finally was able to cause it to dissipate, though now Atla's body was winded, burned and bruised from the attacks. "Ghhh," he managed out, and then he saw that blade draw, becoming aflame with power. Then the attack came in, and the blade struck him, the Namekian seeming to move faster than possible. It was so fast, in fact, that Atla had exactly zero chance to dodge or block. The attack rushed at him, and he felt the blade biting through his chitinous armor, the attacks not doing enough damage to pierce through, but the force of the blow was enough that he felt each of them hit on the side that he was on... as well as the attack's effect on his opposite side. He gave a low grunt before his vision started to swim and he fell to one knee. "Trunks... I'm...sorry..." he managed otu before he fell face down on the ground, unconscious.
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Wiki <select> <option>Stats</option> <option>Str: 2857</option> <option>Spd: 2292</option> <option>Tou: 2259</option> <option>Stm: 2926</option> <option>Vit: 2223</option> </select> <select> <option>Moves</option> <option>Energy Wave</option> <option>Mouth Blast*</option> <option>Mesposo</option> <option>Double Energy Wave*</option> <option>Blast Punch </option> <option>Fire Breath </option> </select> | |
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| Daji | Feb 23 2013, 06:41 PM Post #14 |
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On second thought, Selade was probably thankful she did not have her scouter with her. The sheer power this green-skinned alien was pumping out, shrugging off attacks like they were nothing--including that massive one that Atla fired out--just made something in Selade's gut wrench and twist. Was that...was that fear? She clenched her teeth together, her anger boiling her blood again as she watched the alien seem unaffected by their attacks. She hated this alien, not so much because he was stronger than she was...but because he acted like this whole fight was no big deal. His very smug look was enough to infuriate her, a low growl coming out of her mouth as he prepared for his counter attack. She slammed a fist against her chest, a gesture, a challenge. "Come on, then! Bring it on!" She yelled, daring the Namekian to do his worst. And he most certainly did. It was all she could do to defend against the onslaught from above, energy blasts raining down upon her as she widened her stance and crossed her arms over her head in order to defend against the incoming attacks. It was all she could do to keep on her feet as the ball of energy emerged from the dust cloud, impacting against her tight core muscles, droplets of blood starting to drip from her wounds. It was hard enough just to stand at that point, even as a swirl of attacks from his katana pierced into her flesh, her body alight with pain and agony. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of a yelp or wimper. She refused to even grunt with pain, holding her tongue and mouth closed with her teeth after each blow. She refused to give him that kind of satisfaction. She was a warrior, damnit, and she would at least fight and stand like one. When the dust cleared, her breathing was ragged, her hair was a mess, her arms were hanging at her sides, but she was still standing, and her eyes were still bright with hate. She looked over at Atla's unconscious form, too tired to call out to him, her body in too much pain to do much more than just glare at the alien. She hated this one, the one that had defeated Atla and Trunks without so much as an injury. The pain welled up in her chest again, in her body, arms, legs, everywhere. It was overwhelming, her knees shook, her hips swayed...she couldn't stand much longer...but she continued to glare at the Namekian with utter hatred. Until, at last, her legs failed her, and she fell to the ground, barely able to manage breathing. Her wounds were not completely life threatening...but it was enough to keep her down, it seemed. And for the moment, she was still.
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