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| Starrk, Zero Vs Raditz[d] Corvus[noship] Torbie[d]; Zeni sneak; Ref: Rubic | |
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| Aya | Mar 18 2013, 06:02 AM Post #1 |
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When are we eating?
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Upon arriving on the planet Juno, Starrk sought something entertaining. As his ship, Los Lobos, settled in the planet's inner atmosphere, he disappeared randomly, as he'd been doing since his arrival. He wasn't much for company, but managed to keep his crew around somehow nonetheless. It was generally debatable as to whether he wanted to keep this crew around or not. All that was left in his wake were a pile of weights. This probably gave some indication that the demonic warrior was looking for some kind of fight. When he next appeared it was in the face of what looked to be a Saiyan. There was no introduction and no time for his opponent to react. He delivered a hard kick to the side of his forced opponent's face, and followed it by spinning around and delivering a brutal back-kick to the stomach, his hakama billowing from the sheer force of movement. His blade was sheathed at his side and his hands were, notably, in his pockets. As he spun about with his flashy kicks, his sheathed weapon didn't move, almost as if it was either held specially in place by energy or magic. Either way, it managed to not get in his way, but nor did it make a show of moving as his kicks shot out. As he finished the second part of the combination, he spun around in a complete circle, landing so that he was facing his opponent. Looking the long-haired Saiyan dead in the eye and with no expression on Starrk's own face, the demon said, "Yo." Cracking his neck then rolling his shoulders, the mighty demon's aura ignited as he released a fraction of the power he was capable of. The elder sorcerers that had summoned him had never retained any sort of control over him, but they'd granted him access to a bit more of his demonic power than he'd initially arrived with. There was no hideous 'M' on his forehead indicating some bastardized previous owner, simply an aura crackling with electricity that seemed to strongly assert that he was very powerful indeed. With a sheen of energy, his normal garb covered itself in hardened energy, acting as armor for his otherwise relatively fragile physical form. Starrk didn't introduce himself, nor did he ask the warrior's name. Instead, he waited a fraction of a second for the warrior to recover and barreled at him, attempting a rough tackle by driving his shoulder straight into the Saiyan's chest, then trying to follow it up with a hard stomp to the opposing warrior's in-step. Following that, he pulled back his upper body for just a moment then slammed it forward, aiming a hard headbutt towards his nameless opponent's forehead. Rather than hone in on his advantage, he left it at that, and jumped away. Starrk slid back easily in the planet's sand and stood upright, not even bothering to fully face his opponent but obviously waiting for him to make a move. While this stance didn't seem like it was a particularly strong fighting style, it made Starrk a slimmer target, as the demon's humanoid form was particularly thin, and made it easier for him to attack without using his hands, which seemed to be his style. Throughout his entire initial assault, he hadn't removed his hands from his pockets. Was he mocking his opponent, or was this just how he fought? WC: 572 Sneak 1. 2SAs [Kick+Kick] (Undodgeable and unblockable, first sneak+physical action] Sneak 2. Drop Weights (RP'd so as to make sense) Scouter. Majin Trans. A1. Equip Saiyan Armor w/o Shoulders of Combat (Sort of RP'd) A2. 2SAs [Tackle+Stomp] A3. SA [Headbutt] Free. Crush Stance. A4. Lost due to first post. (0/2) Tact.
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| Old Raditz | Mar 18 2013, 08:40 AM Post #2 |
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The Golden Radish
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A deep force was impacted on the side of his cheek, which Raditz’s eyes could not keep its calm. He was forced to spin around, trying to grab his balance somehow, when another deep impact was threw onto his stomach, sending him flying backwards, knocking his back on one of these large tall oak trees. A small puff of blood was spat out into the air, Raditz’s eyes looked a little calmer than before, but that glimpse of shock cannot be hidden from sight. What he saw right in front of him, was a tall man with long dark-brown coloured hair. Even though that his air was not as long as Raditz’s, it can still be considered ‘long’ as it has reached below his shoulders, which it has. Landing on both of his feet after completing a whole circle in the air, the man looked at Raditz in the eye with a cold stare and a unfriendly greet came out of his mouth, “Yo.” Wiping off the blood mark on the side of his mouth, Raditz replied back to the man, “That is surely friendly hey. Why would you attack me for no reason- or what is your reason for attacking me?” With a unfriendly stare, Raditz stood up, leaning on the tree on the left of him, “Let us finish this business then. Give me, and show me what I have expected from you.” The man kept his silence, but just within the work of a few neck cracks, the man was engulfed by a dark coloured aura. If the environment around them was just a little more quieter, Raditz would realise that there were electrical cracks sound when the aura was released out of the man’s body. Realising what that aura was meant to be, a cold shiver ran down Raditz’s spine, Majin! Oh God, this would not look neat. But fear would not be applying positive effects at all, which Raditz had nothing to do except to take a step towards the Demon, showing his will to battle completely. It seemed like that the Demon have gave him the chance to recover his breaths, which Raditz would not waste this chance. He quickly shuffled a large sized suit and a pair of gloves out of his backpack not far away from him, where he then wore it over the top of his current clothing, and he instantly felt more safe in the suit and the gloves. With just a click of few buttons, all of the equipments that Raditz felt like that they would wear him down have fallen onto the ground, where Raditz then roughly shuffled them into his backpack. Just as he was lifting his head up to find out what the Demon was doing, he was knocked backwards several feet by a tackle from the Demon, just as he was about to step up towards the Demon to throw some punches at him, the Demon’s foot was stomped down right where he had just stepped on, causing quite a large pain. Raditz’s attention was unavoidably taken by the pain coming at his feet, where he then realised that the Demon had smacked his head into his. There are not enough time even for his reflex arc to do anything about it, and the result was that he was sent back flying once again. The Saiyan Armour was not designed for brain protections anyway. With little butterflies flying around his brain, Raditz struggled a little just to stand up, and he leaned on that exact same tree that he leaned on a while ago. He then stared at his opponent as a reply to his patience of his waiting.
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| Rem | Mar 18 2013, 10:30 AM Post #3 |
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The Super Namek
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Maybe it was the slight resemblance that the Saiyan bore to the boy, Gohan. Maybe it was racial pride. Maybe, probably, it was simply that Corvus wanted to die- and this seemed an expedient method of assisted suicide. Following the battle in the Death Arena's on Vegeta, Corvus had run. With The King's hounds on his trail he'd had no choice but to 'pull a Gohan' as he referred to it- steal a ship and flee the planet. Sure, he wanted to die; but not like that. Not like a rabbit chased to some warren before being smoked out, staked out, and carved up. No... If he was going to die, then by the god's and Magnus himself, Corvus was going to die in a battle. Not that this was a battle. His scouter was telling a pretty one sided story in terms of power; and as far as actual fighting ability went... Christ, what kind of Saiyan just stood there and kept taking a beating like that? Did he have no pride, or just no skill. Either way, it was pretty obvious the man was outmatched and most likely on his way to an early, shallow grave if he kept it up. "Fuck it all, cue the music, time to rock." Corvus muttered to himself from a mile or so away, standing outside the ship he'd stolen, and managed to make it thus far before engine troubles. He blasted through the air, clapping his wrists together in a motion that managed to hit both charge buttons on his Blasters. As the mechanical whirring rose in pitch he focused in on the massive power level of his apparent, chosen foe. "Ain't nothin' but a thing." Corvus thought aloud, and then sprayed a halting round of energy bolts at his foe in an attempt to get him to stop beating the shit out of the nameless Saiyan for a second or two. Corvus flashed past, pulling around into a long, drawn out half circle before heading back in the opposite direction. His right hand, whose blaster was still cheerily smoking a bit from the attack moments before, pulled free the Battle Axe that hung low at his waist. With a grin, and tongue sweeping across dry, broken lips in exultant anxiousness for the blood spilling to be begin, he roared his challenge and SSTTTRUCK! with a mightly, cleaving blow meant to catch the long haired, mandible wearing hippie in the waist and bisect him in twain. Corvus flipped through the air as the attack ended, feet thudding solidly against the broken terrain. He spun, running, flashing, forward, axe pulling back and over his shoulder in his right hand, and then lashing forward in a diagonal chop aimed for his opponents left collarbone.
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| jordon.he | Mar 18 2013, 11:44 AM Post #4 |
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“What is that damn noise?” The winged Alien was just walking down the dirty road. He does not expect any dramatically acted battles happening out there in the middle of nowhere when it was only like, well, an hour until the sun rises up. Torbie unintentionally peeked towards his left while he was still walking, but a glimpse of a strong Ki signature was then clearly sensed and printed deep inside his head, “So there are a fight after all, let me check it out then. At least it would be better than just walking around the streets for nothing.” Pushing some tall tree leaves out of his way, he revealed the grand sight of Ki beams flying around the sky. There was one man, flying towards another two, while firing one of the repeaters like gun that he had equipped on one of his arms. Torbie’s attention was then taken by the two person that was fighting. One person, with a demonic aura surrounding him, was landing several powerful strikes onto the other, which was an obvious Saiyan. The two’s power difference would be absolute obvious, but that was not what Torbie wanted to see. ”What is a guy like him doing here?” Torbie looked at the Demon, this time landing a fluky stomp on just where the Saiyan was standing. Cannot hold his secretiveness anymore, Torbie charged out of the bush that he was hiding in before. While he was doing that, he noticed from the other side of him, the man that was shooting large projectiles at the Demon before was now charging for the Demon, trying to land a large axe into him. Knowing that, Torbie went towards the opposite direction of the man, so that all three of him, the man and the Saiyan are in different directions of the Demon. Such a formation, such a formation! Torbie firstly threw a forceful punch aimed at the back of the Demon, as he was now facing and attack the Saiyan currently, which another karate chop followed with his left palm. These tiny amount of attacks would surely do hardly any harm to the Demonic man, so that Torbie added another knee drive into his attack combo aimed at the Demon’s spine cord. With a ‘gangster’s’ grin on his face, Torbie shouted out in the loudest volume that his throat can handle, ”I am ready for this rockin’!”
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| Aya | Mar 18 2013, 01:56 PM Post #5 |
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When are we eating?
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[OOC: By the time Torbie joins you each have one action, so I'm ignoring his A2 and A3. If this gets overruled, I'll just take the damage from them] Nothing. In response to Starrk's attacks, the Saiyan warrior had done nothing. Well, he'd changed his clothes and put away some things and, for all Starrk cared, maybe written a letter to his mother. But there was no response to his strikes other than backing up and holding himself in pain. Had Starrk misjudged his power this much? He'd barely brought out half of what he was capable of. Had times changed so much that Saiyans were no longer the top warrior race? Before he had the extra time to contemplate this, his sense of spatial awareness told him that he'd be receiving visitors soon. Well, sense of spatial awareness and the fact that several small spheres of energy pelted him in the back. Giving a grunt of curiosity more than pain, he glanced behind him to see another warrior flying at him, pulling an axe out and attempting to chop Starrk in half. Starrk didn't want to be chopped in half. At the last possible second, he leaped to the side and avoided the attack, using his superior speed to his advantage. The blade cut through the air with a steady slashing noise, indicating it probably could've caused at least some kind of damage, had it connected. The warrior landed and spun about, kicking off and moving with increased speed towards Starrk. He was momentarily faster. It almost took a blur of Starrk's own speed in order to avoid the attack, but the demonic warrior simply side-stepped and turned his form horizontal again in order to avoid the brunt of the damage. This partial slice ended by digging into Starrk's jacket, rather than actually burying into his flesh. "How bothersome." The demon remarked. He liked this jacket, after all. Yet again there was another character that had leaped into the fighting area. This one, a small thing with wings, had caught Starrk in the back of the head with a forceful punch that almost caused Starrk's head to tilt forward. "Ow." The warrior said with no emotion in his voice. This battle had very quickly gotten out of hand. He glanced between the three of them and decided on the best course of action. With all three of them facing him from different directions, it would be difficult for them to block for one another. Moreover, he wasn't certain they were allies of any sort. They could've just seen a fight in progress and decided to jump in. These were things he could use to his advantage. Shifting his stance yet again to face the newest warrior, the little bug thing, he stared him straight in the eye and said, "Kamehameha." Right in the little thing's face, with no visible charge time or movement, without even taking his hands from his pockets. A basketball-sized sphere of energy formed in the center of Starrk's chest and fired outward as a bright blue beam of ki. This was his third time using the technique that he'd inherited when acquiring this body. He still had no idea what the hell it was, but knew that it worked well enough, and some part of him seemingly had enough mastery over it to simply summon it by name. Without waiting to see the result, he shot his leg out towards the original fighter and aimed a hard kick to his chest, which was immediately followed by retracting his leg and kicking again, this strike aimed at the long-haired Saiyan's face. He'd yet to attack the axe man so far. This was the only warrior who'd managed to do anything to him. Perhaps Starrk wanted to save him for last. WC: 611 Free. Take Corvus Scouter A1. Dodge Corvus A1 A2. Mostly dodge Corvus A3/Lament partial jacket loss. Free. Take Torbie A1 A3. Charge. A4. Kamehameha @ Torbie (-13% ki) (PL: 154,456; DR: 6) Crush. 2SA [Kick+Kick] @ Raditz (1/2) Tact.
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| BannedZero | Mar 18 2013, 09:51 PM Post #6 |
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Site Bitch / Masochist
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The sands of Juno parted uncharacteristically to allow the passage of a single seeker across her wasteland. The planet’s sun, whose eagerness had inflamed and crisped the barren planet, reflected from a sword on the quester’s back; it helped to hide his identity from the naked eye, though a tail snaking in its owners tow lent the hint of a reptilian humanoid. The rolling grit would sometimes shade the glare enough to reveal the name of this changeling: Lord Zero of Celsius. He sought neither treasure nor glory. It was unlikely that he would find his prize at all, a note which he kept in stern consideration to temper the foolish sting of hope. In a way he blamed himself for the absence of his current study: Ayakon Brumal. What he had been awake for during the subterfuge was hazy and distorted with slideshows of waking dreams while the rejuvenation tank had hissed a gradual reveille. The Salvation had been disheveled, but not destroyed. Apparently it had crashed itself on Mortoseth in the wake of the strange, almost peaceful, transition of power. The new captain had his quirks, to say the least, and was largely uninterested in Zero or any of his questions regarding Lord Brumal’s whereabouts. It only took one brief interview for Zero to understand that conversation with the demon was utterly useless. Though Lord Celsius knew quite well that an ice-jin corpse might be drifting through space at this precise moment, a number of burdens and questions kept him searching for the missing changeling on every planet that he visited. He had, undoubtedly, incurred a life debt with his old companion. That, coupled with the younger changeling’s driving need to understand the source of Ayakon’s powers, was the new anchor keeping Zero’s mind in some cahoots with reality. There had been little time to search on Mortoseth. Then he had still been healing. For reasons beyond his comprehension, Starrk, the new demon commander, had kept him along even after booting the previous navigator. Perhaps he thought that the lizard folk of Frieza were simply exotic pets. Had Zero anything to say about it, the usurper would learn that his teeth were made to fight the foolish hand feeding his wounded mind. More for the rush than the strategy, Zero pulled up at a sudden right angle, jetting vertically to gain a bird’s eye view and allow his scouter to search above the interference of sandstorms and glassy breezes. Raising a hand to the earpiece to initiate a scan, a sudden beeping and familiar source stole the son of Celsius’ breath. Ayakon? No sooner had he decided it, he was blasting off again in pursuit of the signature, flying low and carving a path in the rolling sands once more. The scouter began to display peripheral readings of significantly lower stuff. They were pinpointed at roughly the same location as Zero’s target, clashing around the largest source of power in the vicinity. Lord Celsius boosted his speed; if it was Lord Brumal, his friend might need a hand. Was he injured? Trying to escape, perhaps? Slave trade was not uncommon , at least in the Planet Trade Organization. Then again, Zero highly doubted that Ayakon could simply be captured and sold as a servant or decoration. Yet again, Zero had never expected that their ship might be stolen between planets, either. He halted a moment, still at a safe and hidden distance from the bout raging in the Junan desert. Two of the opposite side’s power levels surpassed his own. Better to transform now, just in case. The metamorphosis came with little prodding. It was old news compared to the fresh beast growing within, dying for release. Unfortunately the changeling desperado had yet to find its trigger. The circles on his scouter aligned with solid figures as he approached combat. The changeling army had taught the boy well. He knew better than to simply attack the entire force head on. If nothing else, he would need his own cover fire and entrance. It wasn’t clear to him whether or not the Brumal Champion was aware of an ally’s presence, or if the Destroyer would even want the tagalong’s help. Slowing his speed and dimming his aura, he landed cautiously and slithered between and behind the larger dunes as a snake waiting to strike. Tunnel vision had kept the details of faces and forms to those of stick people for a moment; in his excitement the heir to Frieza-sei’s wasteland swore he saw Ayakon standing in the center of three warriors, two saiyans and one pokemon he had KO’d in the gem’s realm only a few days ago. Celsius raised a gun-mocking hand to blast an axe-wielding saiyan who stood at in bold proximity against his idol when the centerpiece of the affair caught the stealthy spectator’s attention; it was not Lord Brumal standing in the midst of the three incompetent attackers. Instead, Starrk stood in his nonchalant way, hands in pockets, as though yawning were a suitable defensive maneuver. Zero silently hoped the devil-man’s slacks were lined with adamantium thread. Frieza’s outcast had no interest in becoming involved in the new commander’s affairs, but there was little choice. The ice-jin cared little for the lazy ambition of the majin marauder, but Starrk was the only one who could tell him the whereabouts of the Salvation’s rightful owner. If, somehow, the demon pirate were to slip up and die, any clues for Zero’s search would die with him. Not to mention Lord Celsius had absolutely no idea as to how to fly the large ship which had carried Starrk’s apprehensive entourage. With a quiet growl Zero begrudgingly confirmed his role in the gauntlet. The changeling squinted an eye shut, returning his attention to Corvus who had just executed a slice at the new boss’s shoulder. Glacier’s son had approached from his opponent’s flank, the only warrior who might technically be facing him being Starrk. Celsius was wise to the capabilities of other warriors to sense his presence now, however, not to mention that any idiot in the galaxy could strap a scouter to his thick skull. The interruption would have to happen quickly. Aiming the blast between the axe man’s shoulder blades from seventy yards away, the real melee followed immediately. Starrk’s taunt was interrupted by what looked like a smoke and mirrors light trick, and was actually Zero materializing with blade in mid-swing between Corvus and the Salvation’s new captain. Now hanging a few feet above the ground, Zero sliced down and obliquely from over his right shoulder, following through past his left hip while allowing himself to be grounded once more. This first assault was timed to connect in rapid succession with the one-finger blast. The bulky monkey would have to choose one or the other, to Celsius’ reasoning which was mortal and therefore could have had one million holes in it, or unwittingly ignore one and have the choice made for him. The ice-jin’s titan transformation landed with a thud to Corvus’ right, seemingly taking a knee as Zero followed the quick attack’s momentum. Gathering power into his off-hand, he followed through in a complete turn before releasing a spinning back fist strike meant for the saiyan officer’s head. Hopefully it would also create some distance between the sloppy and cramped triple-strike attempted by Starrk’s new friends. Finished with his initial offense, Zero slammed his tail on the sand at his feet as though the desert were his war drum. Splitting his attention between every piece on the field as best he could, though favoring the undoubtedly offended berserker he had just jumped, he spared Starrk a glance and a comment. You are not Lord Brumal. WC 1290
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| Rem | Mar 18 2013, 11:41 PM Post #7 |
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The Saiyan Genocide wasin the process of turning his demon foe into filet's when his scouter began to blare at him about in coming energy. "What?" He asked, half turning, but catching sight of something else. Ki blasts moved at immense speeds, but somehow the warrior who appeared before him was moving even faster. "Well, piss." Corvus muttered as a beam of energy slammed into his shoulders and sent him stumbling forward a few feet. A sword descended towards him almost in the same instant, Slicing through the Genocide's battle gear and into the thick skin of his shoulder. Blood spurted upwards, but then settled into a slow trickle as he continued his momentum forward. Corvus turned, and caught a spinning hand to the face as well. He was unmoved by the attack, and looked across at this... god damned Icosian. He so hated Icosians. "Hi." Corvus said simply, "You've made a mistake, by the way." After a second Corvus answered the unspoken 'what mistake' with; "You didn't kill me in one blow. NOW IT'S MY TURN!" He roared, disappeared from sight, and appeared in the air a few dozen yards away. His hands rose from his sides as he gathered the energy for the next attack. He had no target, there was no target for this style of attack. He simply let the energy coalesce in amongst all of the bastards fighting.... And let it rip loose. Ground and sky suddenly blossomed into a massive, city-killer sized explosion before him.
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| Old Raditz | Mar 19 2013, 03:10 AM Post #8 |
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The Demon was really, a real tough guy. Summoning a large Ki beam right in the front of him without even his hands moved out of his two pockets. But it was lucky that his clothing was ripped, signifying Raditz was making a little progress there. While the Demon was coming towards him, with his hands still resting in his pockets, and shot his right leg towards Raditz’s chest area, Raditz swirled some Ki and focused it around his chest area, which his purpose was to minimize the damage that would be dealt to him. Suddenly, Raditz’s attention was taken by a large wave of energy releasing, where he found out that the tall man, who has just received several blows from the Changeling, had raged his inner power towards everywhere in his sight, causing him to undo his blocking and taking the kick right on the chest plate. I am in your team mate, why do not you find an attack that does not target me- and him- wait who is he? Another person he saw at the edge of his eyes have come inside his focus. It was one of these races where they had two large wings, providing them the ability to be able to fly. But seeing all of these attacks flying and aiming for innocent people like him, probably just came to check this fun stuff out, Raditz could just not get over with it. He wanted to get to the winged man, but there was a Demon with his hands still shoved inside his pockets standing up right between them. He quickly powered up a small amount of Ki in both of his hands, which he then threw four Ki balls evenly aiming among these two of his opponents: The Changeling and the Demon. The Energy Beam have been practiced over and over several times to gain the maximum accuracy and damage effect. I hope this works, Raditz grunted, as he spiked his speed to its maximum and tried to step around the Demon. He was not showing fear when he was doing that, as if he was showing fear, he would rather just fly at the other side of the planet, as it would take longer but it would definitely be more safer. Flying towards the little winger Alien, Raditz began to power up his Ki around his upper body, where his most Ki was stored in. Electrical sparkles can be heard from around him, where a small faint but visible Electrical force field can be seen if from close by. Quickly stepping right in the front of the little winged Alien, Raditz pulled the range of his Electricity force field into just enough length to cover both of them up completely. Luckily the attack was not focused into one point, but instead it affects a large amount of area on the battle field, therefore the damage would not be as great as these that have the ability to focus Ki and force into a single sharp dot.
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| jordon.he | Mar 19 2013, 11:18 PM Post #9 |
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The large blue coloured Ki beam flashed its way towards Torbie, which was completely out of his surprise. He has not thought that the Demon could attack with his hands in his pocket, even though he knew that the strength of the Demon was extremely high. Without any thought, Torbie can only hold his hands in front of him, trying to minimize the damage afflicted to him, which he knew with the Ki beam still under the Demon’s control, he can do nothing about it except to block it with all his might. The Ki beam first released a forceful impact on both of Torbie’s arms, where in the next second he felt that insane pain was cracking through his bones in every single limbs that he have. Blood was seen in a one metre radius range from Torbie in the air, blending with the colour of Torbie’s red skin. His consciousness has begun to blur, where suddenly another large Ki power level spike have sharpened his focus a little. The Ki beam finally dissolved after a few minute of impacting, where Torbie caught the tall man raising two of his fingers, and releasing a large amount of destructive energy in the corner of his eyes. He just blocked one of these attacks that have just created a mental blank for him, where he has no defences at all to this incoming attack. Just as when he thought that he was going to see his father in heaven, a figure came in front of his sight with the speed that was nearly considered as a teleportation, and pulled out a large electrical force field, shielding both of them together perfectly. It seemed like that the energy released from the attack have been partly absorbed by the Saiyan, where Torbie gained the time to observe the rest of the battle field. The Changeling was around the tall man when he has released the attack, and Torbie was fairly sure that it would cause a pretty hurtful damage to him. After the wave around him has been absorbed by the Saiyan in front of him enough, Torbie quickly flew towards the Changeling in a high arc. With his fists pulled back behind his waist, Torbie drove it forward in the direction of the Changeling’s skull while he was still in the air, then he leaped into the air several feet above the ground, ready to evade any other attacks that the Changeling or whoever else would threw at him.
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| Aya | Mar 19 2013, 11:56 PM Post #10 |
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"No, I'm not." Starrk responded to the oversized Changeling as the warrior landed near him. Glancing for a moment at Zero, he then looked at Corvus, "That one's doing something. You're going to get caught in it." He turned without warning and grabbed Zero by the scruff of his armor, spinning the eight foot tall Changeling beast with seemingly no effort at all. Frankly, it didn't matter if the Demon threw the Changeling into space, because he knew that the stowaway would survive it. What happened next was an eruption of energy that Starrk could only grit his teeth and stand through. His flaring aura and superior toughness did their best to protect him from whatever damage they could, but the impact of the spectacular burst of explosive energy was completely undeniable. Once it was over, the dust settled and found Starrk standing in the rubble and looking just as nonchalant as ever. The warrior's hands were even back in his pockets. He watched Corvus and realized that he had but a moment before the wild warrior released some sort of attack like that again. Hoping that Zero would stay the hell out of the way for at least a few more moments, he quickly calculated his options and realized what needed to be done. He would have to start out very slow then escalate quickly before either of them caught hold of what was happening. Some beam balls smashed into him. Though the force of them most definitely harmed him, he made absolutely no indication of such. His first attack was aimed directly at his original foe, the long-haired Saiyan. For his initial strike, he figured one of his older demon tricks would work: a quick summoning spell that most demons learned at a very young age. He was surprised to find out that in the upper world it was a rarity. "Fireball." Starrk said. He raised his knee then delivered a spinning roundhouse kick towards the air, aimed at the Saiyan. Surprisingly, the energy created by the whirling spin formed into a ball of fire, and Starrk's kick shot it out at the silly-haired Saiyan. Landing back firmly in place, the Demon warrior turned next to face the wild haired axe-wielder. He quickly decided that the attack that had worked against the little bug thing wouldn't work against this one. At least not at its current power. Something of a different variety, however, would likely do a greater deal of damage. He sighed. He'd actually have to do some work on this one. The attack that he'd used so recently would probably work again, but he'd have to find a different way to work it out in order to make it work in this particular battle. At each of his sides a disc of energy formed and began to spin about, the two blades creating a buzzing noise as he prepared them. Moving with such speed that it was as though he'd disappeared, Starrk left where he was standing. In reality he'd moved behind the axe man. The two rapidly spinning blades, floating at his sides and connected to him seemingly only by his aura, fired off at the intruder and threatened to crash into him and slice his flesh with relative ease. Following up on the two near-simultaneous attacks, Starrk disappeared without giving any actual indication that he was moving, merely an indication that he had once been there: A blurry afterimage vaguely resembling his form. Having moved from one opponent to the other, he stopped just in front of the strange Saiyan warrior, standing completely still and showing no sign that he had been moving. To the untrained eye, he was simply disappearing and reappearing at will. When he stopped, it was clear why the Demon had thrown the Changeling as far as he could away from the battlefield. Everything up until this point had been nothing but a tactical loss in order to lower the guard of the warriors and ideally leave them completely unprepared for what he was going to do next. He'd pulled his left hand out of his pocket and was pointing a single finger at his original foe, thumb sticking up in the air as though he were mimicking a gun. Even though he was pointing away from where he had thrown Zero, he knew the attack would be absolutely devastating and wondered if Zero had caught the hint to get as far away as possible. If the axe man over there wanted to show off attacks that could ruin cityscapes, Starrk was more than capable of assisting with a technique of his own. Very calmly he said, "Colosal Ion Beam." A very thin beam fired from his fingertip. It connected with something, it didn't matter what. And then everything… everything exploded. WC: 813 A1. Grab & Throw Zero the fuck out of the way of Corvus A1-A2. (Look at my strength, my strength is amazing) Free. Take aforementioned Bakuthingy. Free. Take Raditz A1 A2. Fireball @ Raditz (0%; Dr 3, Crit Effect: Burn) A3 ST+Second wave+Mastered Kienzan+Mastered Kienzan @ Corvus (-12%, DR 5 each; PL: 147,328 - Crit Effect: Slice to both) (Spd: 31,344) A4. Charge Tact. Zanzoken+Fire Empowered Ion Beam @ Raditz, Corvus and everything else [But hopefully not Zero] (-26%; Dr 10; PL: 169,245) (Spd: 41,792)
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| BannedZero | Mar 20 2013, 01:18 AM Post #11 |
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Zero felt as though he had requested to step in on a heated, drunken tango when his surprise assault barely bothered the flow of battle. In the few seconds he had been there the other side was already a man down, the stronger saiyan had targeted the Celsian, and the axe-wielding monkey was whining, as monkeys tended to do. The beam balls were inevitable cracks in his armor. There was little to do about them during the confusion of his arrival and he took them, replying with a few flinches of his own. They obviously weren’t the strongest attacks in Raditz’ arsenal, but the saiyan still outdid him by a few clicks in terms of power. Starrk was muttering something behind him while Corvus rattled on. Before the scouter even flashed its warning, a tug on the back of his form-fitting armor ripped the plotting Zero from his feet. The damned demon- well, that was redundant- had catapulted him high above the scene. The toss was executed so quickly that the once-noble changeling hardly noticed any of it until the scouter pinpointed the implosive attack unleashed by Raditz’ last remaining ally. Lord Celsius decided to take a moment to simply enjoy the climb before descending to the battlefield once more. Starrk had already shown some nominal camaraderie by allowing the ice-jin to keep his spot aboard The Salvation. Maybe there was something to his changeling-shot-put strategy. Following the scouter’s indicators to the aftermath of Corvus’ impressive technique Zero could see that the Demon King of Naptime was well into his next offense. A fireball was aimed for the hippie-haired saiyan, while two discs were in pursuit of the more dramatic one. Whatever Starrk was doing, it was serious. Recalling the consequences of standing near Ayakon’s final flash, Lord Celsius hoped that he was born to run. Or in this case, fly. At the peak of his launch, Zero unleashed a roar to strain his body to all-but-teleport by its standards. The impromptu blur wasn’t too easy on the titan transformation, which was built more for smashing then acrobats, but he managed to push himself further away from the actual fight. The sound of impact, far greater than whatever trick Corvus had been so proud of, echoed in his ears as he moved. He couldn’t stop there; his jagged black aura flared and sang while testing the limits of his typical flight speed. Zero kept climbing Jacob’s Ladder, happy to go to Heaven so long as it was by his own choice, until he was on the fringe of any liveable atmosphere. Even from this height he could observe the small nuke that had been dropped on what was formerly the four warriors’ arena. Any warrior who stepped out of that hell-hole alive would not need to prove himself any other way. WC 471 / 1761
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| Rem | Mar 20 2013, 01:31 AM Post #12 |
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"The fuck is that?" Corvus asked as two spinning blades were thrown towards him. There was a lot of shit going on, and he couldn't be bothered to keep up with it. He had just wanted to cut some body in half, and the next thing he knew people were blowing up, and red skinned bugs were all over the place, and those nasty Icosians were around, apparently. This was supposed to be keliouxan space, why were their icers. Anyway, so the Energy disks came flying in, and Corvus decided that today would be a rather shitty day to die. He can handle dying in a glorious battle, but this... this was not glorious. So he decided to take a chance and LEAPT at the last second. Unfortunately, his leap wasn't all that great and he screamed as one of his arms was sliced open by the first of the disks. Luckily, however, he made his jump correctly, and he landed on top of the second disk like some sort of pro-surfer dude. It... kept going, having hit nothing and with it being a desert or something and no trees or mountains to slow it down. Corvus looked back once... and saw that someone was trying to blow up the battlefield much as he had. He cringed, pressed a button on his wrist, and saw an overlapping shield of energy rise around him. If the expanding energy wave got to him... well, maybe it would stop it. The Genocide hunched down, like a downhill skier, arms on his knees... And rode off into the sunset on his thin, ki death disk thing. Free: Take Kienzen A1: Dodge Kienzen (leap on it and ride into the sunset) A2: Use CC shield cuz shits a blowing up. Free: Like a boss. |
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| Old Raditz | Mar 20 2013, 02:55 AM Post #13 |
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A large ball of burning flames was hurled towards Raditz. For some reason, it seemed to have been released from the Demon’s legs. Raditz felt kind of mad when he saw that, where the Demon’s hands were once again, shoved back into his pockets. Looking at the grand sight of all sort of Ki attacks flying through the sky, Raditz felt very awkward deep inside him indeed, as all three of them are fighting this ONE DEMON in particular, and yet none of them have been really making any progress into victory. The death of that little friend of him had made him disappoint at his own ability for the very first time, where soon the other team mate of his was defeated and slain by that Demon. Looking at this fireball that was hurled at him with that extreme heat within it, Raditz opened his arms out wide, and literally stepped up towards the fireball and hugged it. Without any defence actions, burning pain was stretched out across his entire body, and burnt smells can be felt everywhere around him. Then the next instance, he heard loud explosions, and then it was a total destruction. (That's 200 words there, also I am pretty much dead) 1-3) take all attacks and die |
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| Aya | Mar 20 2013, 03:16 AM Post #14 |
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When are we eating?
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The smoke began to clear, revealing destruction in its wake. Starrk stood, floating in mid-air, where there was once a city. Now, once enough rain filled the area, it'd make a nice lake. Considering the environment, however, there was a chance that it would just remain a crater for quite a while. There was no one left on the battlefield. He shrugged and started to head back towards the ship, but stopped as he picked up a fading ki signature. He disappeared from sight and appeared next to the unconscious body of the wild axe-wielder. His hand went to his blade for the first time, and in a flash of light he removed the warrior's leg and re-sheathed his sword. With a light kick, he sent it hurtling into the crater. His slice had ripped open the warrior's pocket and tumbling out was a set of keys. Tilting his head, Starrk scooped them up and looked them over. The set of keys had a keychain. Property of Pan. Touch and die. The warrior grasped them in his hand and in another burst of speed and energy he was at Zero's side in the air. He tossed the keys to the Changeling and said, "You have a ship now. Store it in the hanger." And before the Changeling could reply, Starrk was gone. A1. Remove Coruvs' leg. A2. Steal Corvus' ship. A3. Autobots, transform and Roflout. |
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| BannedZero | Mar 20 2013, 03:31 AM Post #15 |
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The remnants of the attacks were ants to Zero at his height. Motionless ants observed by the one… creature left standing: Starrk. Lord Celsius began to lower himself to the ground with no apparent rush, though the fierceness of his gaze on the demon survivor was not indicative of friendship or calm. Quite unlike his previous encounters, Zero had emerged from this brawl with naught but a few bruises and cracks to the chest piece of his saiyan armor. Some might call that improvement. His descent was halted when Starrk appeared suddenly at his side. The changeling could now make out clearly the pool of blood forming around Corvus’ leg. Litter was all that remained of the long-haired Radish and his insect companion; their power signatures were nowhere to be found. The victorious devil informed him that he now had a ship, and that he ought to park it, tossing him a set of keys in a manner almost as gentle as he had tossed Zero only moments ago. Looking down, he blinked in surprise. Property of Pan? That was the axe-wielder he had faced on Earth. Corvus looked like an amateur in comparison to the powerful woman. And she had mentioned the Destroyer. The now-missing Destroyer. Obviously the saiyaness could not possibly have anything to do with it, but these strange Brumal-themed coincidences were not lost on the ice-jin’s mind. Clues? Most of them probably were not. He had met the saiyaness Pan on Earth. His changeling mentor had disappeared nearer to Mortoseth. All the same, he made a point to ask her about the keys once he returned to the aquatic planet. Finishing his rambling, borderline-schizophrenic mental murder mystery, he looked up to ask Starrk about Ayakon another time. He was gone. The keys clinked when his fist gripped them in aggravation. Still no answers. Not to mention Starrk had pulled a stunt very similar to Ayakon’s on their dragon hunt. Why had he bothered, though? The demon had seemed quite happy to leave his hands in his pockets, but had made a special case to toss Zero away from the coming destruction. It was probably nothing. He pressed the panic button on the ship's key chain, and was off to find his forgotten ride.
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