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| Sesshoumaru(l) Vs Corvus(w); Ref: Zero | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 3 2013, 03:18 PM (497 Views) | |
| Hayami | Mar 3 2013, 03:18 PM Post #1 |
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Jaken stroke next to his master, who seemed rather annoyed these days. The officer had switched masters, and was now left on this planet filled with monkeys. How dare this new master just forget about the great Sesshoumaru? He knew his master's feelings, even if they were not usually shown. He was headed to the arena, and Jaken could barely keep up. The officer seemed to just ignore the little imp as Jaken had long since given up to ask his master to wait. This would be another battle against someone that was of comparable power to his great lord, yet they were forced to fight in the sand. That being said, Sesshoumaru had since switched into his battle gear. The studded armor fit nicely as he also left the mysterious fluffy...well, there really wasn't a word for what it was. The demonic officer only kept it because it was a memento from his father. His eyes narrowed at the arena as it came into sight as the man thought if his father thought this might ever befall his son. Stranded on an alien world and forced to fight for their amusement. King Vegeta had already vouched for his strength, but none of the others thought much of him after his loss to Uub. - - - Sesshoumaru growled lightly as he stepped into the arena, a fighting stance taken. His opponent was not a master, but he heard was much like him. Though he had heard very little about this warrior, he knew only one point was to be taken from this: fight, or be killed. With that thought, Sesshoumaru started to slip himself into a state that King Vegeta had brought out in him; a more feral side. His feet pushed into the red sand the moment that they two were allowed to start. A crimson aura flared around Sesshoumaru as his body jetted forward and his hand gripped into a tight fist before they opened as he snarled, "Poison Claw!" Green ki flared around the hand as he slashed forward with his talons, the claws sought to draw first blood against his opponent. His rush would then take him over his opponent as he purchaced landing on the crimson sands and skidded a moment. Sesshoumaru finished the skid in a crouched position, the crimson aura gone. However, now his look more feral than when they had started, his golden eyes now hinted at a more wild nature that wanted out, "If you came at me weakly," his voice sounded in a throaty growl, "You'll regret it."
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| Rem | Mar 5 2013, 03:45 PM Post #2 |
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Corvus breathed the atmosphere of the Arena through his nose. Blood, sweat, and the undeniable scent of voided bowels were prevalent. The Genocide loved it. His opponent was... hell, it didn't really matter. He hadn't left the arena for days, they were all beginning to fade together. If he won, he would survive, eat, drink, and have women thrust upon him. If he lost, WHEN he lost, then it would be over, and finally his shame would be put to rest. Corvus wore a thin, ceramic mask over his face, covering his features so he wouldn't be recognized. If he was recognized, he could be arrested for crimes against the Saiyan people. He wasn't the only masked man, it was a rather common theme, and everyone wore them for pretty much the same reason. When you numbered amongst a warrior race, being arrested, dishonored, and then executed with no ability to fight back was not a viable option for most folks. So they came here, and they entertained the crowds while they murdered one another, knowing that death was the only, final solution. Death wasn't a certain in every fight. If an opponent was skilled enough, challenged you enough, and the crowd loved them enough- you let them survive. You hoped to meet them again, and that next time they would win, and be forced to murder you to regain their pride. The fight had apparently begun. Corvus hadn't noticed, lost in his own world of thoughts and regrets. His foe came at him, speeding faster and faster, his hand opening, his attack... landing. Blood sprayed across the sands, the dark sands sucking up the moisture near instantly, leaving only an even darker spot upon it. "That it?" Corvus asked, wiping one hand along his chest, feeling the edges of the attack. Too shallow, far too shallow. "That was your best chance." Corvus announced, his voice reaching out towards his opponent. Without moving a step Corvus lifted his hand. The energy repeater upon his wrist began to spat energy. He tracked his foes movements, always making sure to draw closer, and closer. He wanted to see how this one fought. What his capabilities were. Once he had completed that, it would be time to prosecute the fight in full. Blast after blast rang out, streaking across the sandy arena, until Corvus had his fill. "You're mine, now." He whispered, flashing aross the sands to behind his opponent, and beginning the real attack...
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| Hayami | Mar 8 2013, 02:23 AM Post #3 |
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It seemed that this man barely understood what it meant to fight a feral opponent. While the demonic officer retained some reason, he did not retain the ability to restrain his want for blood. As his body had turned, he saw the crimson flow to the red sands. His nostrils pulled the smell into his body as he seemed to become enamored with the smell for a second, his face softened for a moment towards when he had first entered. That, however, was gone swiftly. It was replaced with a low growl that slid from his throat before he started to charge, almost like a mad animal; to be more precise, a bear. However, this charge was stopped as he was struck in the chest by a ki blast- no, several ki blasts rained and a few struck him. He quickly dropped onto all fours and avoided the second set of blasts before the third whizzed into his left arm. He merely grunted in discomfort before he pilled in as a forth came and one or two hailed on the side on his face. Then his opponent moved- actually, he was gone. But the feral warrior seemed to not care much as his body turned wildly. His arm lashed out at the other as he slashed with his talons from one hand and then the other before he swiftly followed that up with a knee aimed at the other's chin. His arms spread as his body tensed a moment before he followed that attack up with a flying kick sent towards the other's chest. Now he landed and charged after and jumped up as though a bird of prey and slashed with his hands again, the talons aimed to dig deep as he snarled, "No, that was simply the opening!" His manor remained mostly feral as the crowd went wild over the start of the battle. Mask or no mask, they recognized that specific one. Sesshoumaru was recognized as a pupil of their king, so this match was well received by the public. The King of the Saiyans himself sat on a high ground as he smirked. One of the guards near him leaned in as he asked quietly, "You are sure that Sesshoumaru won't turn on the crowd, my King?" The man didn't even look for the fight as he chuckled, "I should be worried? This other man seemed able to keep the demonic thing in check for the time being. If we need to, we will intervene, but not now."
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| Rem | Mar 9 2013, 05:51 AM Post #4 |
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His foe was rather skilled. Corvus had been a bit misled by his foe taking so many of the energy repeater bolts without evading or defending against them. As soon as he shifted himself to his opponent, however, the man had seemingly exploded into motion. His hands became powerful weapons, thrusting out in claw attacks that Corvus was ill prepared to defend against. For the most part, the claws scraped along his iron hide, but flecks and lines of blood began to appear along his face and body after a few as his opponent found purchase through sheer determined persistence. Finally, as his opponent switched to his lower body, Corvus found room and time to get something started on his own. The Genocide's hands dropped low, catching the rising knee and stopping its upward, dangerous progress. A moment later, as the white haired foe started into a kick attack, Corvus struck. He simply drew his arm back as far as it would go, and slammed it full on into the chest of the other fighter. It was time to go to work. "NOT." Corvus roared, bringing his hands up, together, over his head and slamming down with the might of the man who had wiped out an entire race of aliens by the time he was 15 years old. "GOOD!" he shouted, his hands, still together, following through down, and to the left. A second later they came up and to the right in a diagonal, double fisted haymaker. "ENOUGH!" he finished, following his enemy, rearing back one hand and allowing energy to coalesce within as he charged energy. Then, he ripped forward with all of his strength and will, trying to break the face of this nonsaiyan bastard with a single blow.
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| Hayami | Mar 10 2013, 09:54 AM Post #5 |
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Sesshoumaru snarled as his opponent went for the first strike: how dare he strike like that, at this warrior? The knee was all but blocked and then his second attack was swiftly countered, though it was stretching it a bit to say that an arm was longer than a leg. Not that the feral side gave much of a shit. As the counter was on its way, the feral side went back into action as his eyes glowed a moment. His own arm had more than enough time to come forth, considering the length that the arm had to travel to reach the feral demonic one's body. Blue energy flared to life around his hand as he used the split seconds in a wild flare of a punch to the other's fist with his Blast Punch to cover the strength differance between them. Nay, he actually meant to strike the arm to interrupt everything that Corvus wanted to happen, but he would be glade of this even worked. Now he went to work as his opponent attempted to lay into his defensies with more heavy attacks. Sesshoumaru ducked away from the first blow sent his way before he moved to the side and jumped back to avoid the next. Red sand kicked up around him a moment, where his opponent had first been struck by his initial Poison Claw. Sesshoumaru growled as he recognized that his opponent had time for one more attack as he moved to strike as well. He charged Corvus as he threw his arms up. The punch struck twin arms and it flared in pain. But to his feral mind, pain meant nothing. Pain only meant to push back. To go forward. Damned Saiyans and their need to kill. Sesshoumaru howled as he struck back, a Blast Punch sent for Corvus' throat as he attempted to crush his opponent's wind pipe with one punch. It was a gamble. He could win here and leave victorious, or he would be beaten here and killed or sent back to Jaken. Either way, he had little time to think on it. All that mattered was this. One. Moment. Actions: 1. Block Counter attempt via Blast Punch to fist (A2) (-2%) 2. Dodge A3 3. Dodge G1 G1. Block G2 G2. Blast Punch (-2%) Ooc: Rem: Going to ignore what looks like a third attack in your rp between the 2 SA's and the final punch due to you not having the actions to do so. PM me if your wondering what I mean. Ooc: Ref: Asking for a ruling for the counter block attempt if I can't reach Rem before I head to workl. |
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| BannedZero | Mar 10 2013, 04:37 PM Post #6 |
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I'm going to say no on the blast punch counter. Rem is faster and is using a counter, not to mention you already RPed in the post with the flying kick saying you landed and did something else. Counter attacks are much harder to block or dodge than normal attacks and cannot themselves be countered but may still be defended against by your opponent in very rare circumstances. -Admin Rulings Also Quon is stunned / grapple is over. The post you referred to where you thought Rem took extra actions is completely okay. 3 + 2 grapple actions is how grapples work until the grapple is considered officially over. Therefore, attacks you ignored are counted as hits. EDIT: Quon asked me to look one more time at Rem's actions in the aforementioned post. Here is what I see. a1 Block SA (knee) a2 Counter Kick with Special Attack a3 Special Attack (Hammerfist) a4 Special Attack (Hammerfist) a5 Serafin Punch There are five attacks written in Rem's post. I read it three times. The hammer fist was used for two attacks, with the extra detail being there to explain its course. Side note: Quon please put your stats in every post for my sake. You don't have to edit them in, I just mean from here on out. |
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| Rem | Mar 13 2013, 07:52 PM Post #7 |
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Innate viciousness combined with the prowess of a Saiyan Warrior who had lived to middle aged, and learned from each and every fight he had ever been in, that is what would win this fight for Corvus. He had incorporated all of that experience into his style and technique. So, while Corvus had joined the arena circuit in the hopes that he might die and be relieved of his... not shame, but guilt. He held no shame over WHAT he had done, simply that he had been caught before it could come to fruition. Few would understand it. Corvus had always been a loyal Saiyan. Had been a fervent follower and determined warrior for his king. He had no ill will for King Vegeta himself... But the Saiyan people would soon become an endangered species under his leadership, and that could not be allowed to happen. Digressions aside, it was time to finish off his opponent. He would not be the one to kill Corvus... But, in time, perhaps... He would have to see how the crowd responded before he made his decision over weather to kill this one or not. "CHAAA!!" he roared, spittle flying from his bared teeth as energy, still swirling around his fist, struck that of his foe. For a moment the two of them simply stood there. Then, with a grin that was hidden behind his mask, Corvus struck out in an instant. He took a half step forward and struck down with all of his might with the opposite hand, in the hopes of sending his foe crashing to the ground. "IT'S OVER!" Corvus shouted, rising into the air Bringing his arms up to his sides, channeling energy furiously, pulling it from the very ground and sky around him. "Boom." He whispered, and in the next instant the entire arena floor was awash with fire and flame that burst forth from the ground and combusted in the air, a massive, solitary fireball that seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving only the Saiyan in the eye of its storm, untouched.
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| BannedZero | Mar 13 2013, 07:57 PM Post #8 |
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RP Award goes to Corvus. Talk to me on AIM if you feel so led. Damage Report coming up. Rem you're in the ballpark of 95%. Quon you're more like 80%. Carry on. |
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| Hayami | Mar 15 2013, 12:12 AM Post #9 |
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Sesshoumaru grunted as his punch was negated as the animal inside grew frustrated before he bounced back and slammed onto the ground as he felt the strain of the short grapple. His opponent went and slammed his arm onto the demonic officer. He thten pushed himself from the ground as he narrowed golden eyes up. He would not be the prey! The demonic officer moved from the ground swiftly as he flew into the air like a bullet, at first not to evade an attack, but to go towards his opponent. He flew straight for Corvus as he felt some of the shockwave of the attack, but he was not going to fall. His arm flew up as he roared out, "Over?! You've spoken too soon, prey!" The feral attacked with the fury of a tiger as two fingers were pointed at his opponent as he stayed in the air and fired a beam towards his opponent, though he barely finished the beam, which was aimed to slam into the stadium behind his opponent should he dodge, before he was on the move again. This time, dark blue energy flared in his hand before he flared in view and attempted to attack his opponent from behind as green ki flared from his hand again, though this time he did not announce it was his Poison Claw. He wanted to cut his opponent's back, to show him that he was not going to just lay there and be beaten. Words: 301 Actions: Free: Take Stun (duh) 1. Fly + ST vs A2-3 (90% Dodge) (-.1%, -7 ki + stam) 2. Buku + Atomic Blast (-7.1%, -523 ki + stam) 3. Buku + ST + Blast Punch (-2.1%, -144) Stats: Power Level: 15,392 Ki: 7,369 -674 = 6695 Strength: 2,021 Speed: 1,922 Toughness: 1,903 Stamina: 1,571 -674 = 897 Vitality: 1,874 |
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| Rem | Mar 15 2013, 12:50 AM Post #10 |
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Corvus sneered at his opponents flight from the explosion. Just like an off worlder, to run from the fire when the flames grew hottest. No matter. Even if he had escaped from The Wrath of the Genocide once, he would not do so again. The eyes of the Saiyan 1st Class Warrior went wide as he realized his opponents fingers were glowing red with an awesome power, but they would not defeat him. "TOO SLOW!" Corvus shouted, shifting from his position in the air to one back on the arena floor. An instant after he moved he could hear, behind him, the explosion as the beam buried itself into the upper levels of the arena- the cheap seats as they were. "3rd Class Trash, and their 3rd class trashy Children." Corvus muttered, barely deigning to look at the sight of death and destruction. He had seen enough, this would be nothing special. Be that as it may, he had been distracted for just a moment. His white haired foe had taken advantage of that moment to get in behind Corvus, lashing out yet again with his girly finger nails. Corvus breathed in through clenched teeth, back straightening and stiffening from the pain. "Small mistake." Corvus muttered raising one hand, most likely out of sight for his opponent, before him. "You can't escape this one." He turned then, smiling devilishly as he looked his foe square in the eyes. "Boom." He whispered, almost seductively, yet again.
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| Hayami | Mar 16 2013, 12:47 AM Post #11 |
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Sesshoumaru was at a loss for what he had meant before he growled low before a scream erupted from his lips as the demonic officer's ki flared around him and expanded to a protective bubble to guard against the ki attack at his feet. Crouched in the animal posture, he snarled, though he could hardly keep this up. That Atomic Blast had consumed a vast amount of his ki. Luckily his Kiai cost him no ki, and he was able to move onto his next attack as he jumped up and brought his leg down in a move that Hikari had shown him, a feral ax kick that aimed to strike the top of his opponent's head and crack the skull, though it was more likely to do what it did; remove his mask. Well, that is what it was designed for, but he used it to then strike one more in quick succession with twin strikes, as he actually balled his fist up on one hand as the demonic officer aimed the first blow at one of the opponent's eyes with his pointer and middle fingers on his right hand and the left hand aimed at his gut in an attempt to double over the warrior with a punch.. However, his rational mind got the better of him as he jumped back after as he took a purely defensive stance standing up. The wild look in his eyes faded as the cold look returned. Soon after, he growled, "I suggest we stop here. After all, I don't think King Vegeta liked to see your face..." Actions: 1. Kiai vs Bakuhatsuha 2. SA 3. x2 QA Free. Surrender Stats: Power Level: 15,392 Ki: 6695 Strength: 2,021 Speed: 1,922 Toughness: 1,903 Stamina: 897 Vitality: 1,874 >85% = 1593 Ooc: Rem told me to hit with the SA:
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| Rem | Mar 16 2013, 01:30 AM Post #12 |
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"Son of a bitch." Corvus growled through clenched teeth. Blood from where the broken ceramic had sliced his cheek dripped slowly down his face. All around him the crowd had grown deathly silent. Moments before Corvus had been unable to stop the attack which had broken his mask in half, causing it to fall from his face, although he had blocked the follow up blows. Unfortunately, it didn't matter. His face, bloody, scarred, and all too recognizeable was in full view upon the Arena's giant viewscreen. King Vegeta and his retainers had risen to their feet in the instant after it had all happened. "FUCK!" Corvus shouted, both hands shooting forward. Twin blaster cannons pointed square into the face of his opponent. More than anything, Corvus wished to pull the triggers- to blow the head off the son of a bitch who had not only been too weak to kill him, but had exposed him to.. "CCCOOOOORVVVVUUUSSSSS!" Roared the King. Too many years as a loyal retainer and warrior for the King had not been diminished by a few months abscence, he was all too recognizable, "TAKE THAT MAN! DO NOT KILL HIM!" Vegeta began to yell. "Damn you." Corvus muttered at his foe. "Next time we meet, we will end this." Spoke the Genocide. He shifted his arms slightly, and a wild spray of blasts exploded from the heads of either Blaster; peppering the stands and general area of the King and his Men. An instant later, Corvus was flying off at an angle from his former nemesis, and the King's men. He had... to run. For now! A1: Block QA's. Free: Accept Surrender A2-A3: Fire on the King. Free: Flee the King's Justice |
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