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| King Cold [l] Vs Broli[w]; Gem/Forum Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 13 2013, 06:44 AM (215 Views) | |
| Towa | Mar 13 2013, 06:44 AM Post #1 |
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The journey between Fairfield and the Midlands was, predictably, boring as all hell. At least if Cold went to hell there would be ogres to harass. This place was endless fields of fuck-all interspersed between more fields of fuck-all and separated by paths of fuck-all. The nothingness gave the former Cosmic Emperor and current Supreme Commander of the PTO endless amounts of time to dwell upon the reason why he was here. Ayakon of the Brumal Clan had done what the Changeling King had thought to be impossible. The small ray of sunshine in an otherwise hateful existence was the fact that Cold was just dead this time. He would escape from the confines of the next dimension and he would end Ayakon of the Brumal Clan slowly and painfully. In order to ensure that his vengeance was efficient and, more importantly, went the way it was supposed to, King Cold would need to hone his skills to the point where they were atomically sharp. He would permit no more mistakes and no more excuses. Ayakon of the Brumal Clan would die and he would die bloody. Zero of the Celsius Clan would be tortured time and again and only then would Cold decide his fate. The Frost Demon rubbed his signet ring, pouring his power into the gemstone and feeling his consciousness get whisked away into the spirit realm in order to fight with what he sorely hoped would be a worthy opponent. Word Count: 244 |
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| Jordan | Mar 17 2013, 10:54 PM Post #2 |
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It had been a long training session in the Behemoth Carrier, high in orbit over the crimson sands of Arlia, for Broli...the elite watched the remaining meteor shower slowly disintegrate into the upper and lower atmosphere of the planet (the one he had just escaped a few days ago). Broli grunted, noting the fact the ship and his life were spared from the heavenly shower of frozen rocks... With a grunt, the living legend turned back toward the five-hundred pound weights to knock out a quick hundred reps and get his body back into pristine working condition...after all, his arm was newly form and redressed thanks to the synthetic workings of the rejuvenation tank installed upon his ship. That sharp pain still seemed to manifest itself, and Broli's mind would flare with, Chaos. Those fleeting moments of consciousness seemed to enter and fade at the mere thoughts of that epic battle on the planet of Juno, and the brute would grit his teeth and vow that he would be strong enough the next encounter to make a dent and destroy that cosmic trash. It was then, like many times, the gem that hung around his neck (more often used to achieve the archon state) began to glow and grow warm...signaling the brute that in a far off distance, in an unknown realm. That a warrior was in need of a lesson in hand-to-hand combat. The elite warrior changed his direction from the weights, to the meditation room. Grinning, he shrugged his warriors and gave a soft grunt of satisfaction...He would be able to take out some anger on the poor soul who thought it was wise to call upon the one and only Saiyan Legend. As Broli's presence was transferred into the Azul gem, the world around him changed from a cool steel appliance to a land full of black ash and an erupting volcano in the background. Ambers, from the flowing lava, seemed to drift in front of the warriors black gaze as he felt out a familiar and cold life force. "Cold". Without hesitation, Broli grit his teeth and a golden plethora of light bent and swirled all around him...his chest grew wider as his own body transformed into the beastly transformation that only he was capable of. The heavens began to thunder and lightning flashed upon the, almost, bare-naked warrior. His muscles bulging as the lightning flashed upon the dark and gloomy scene. The power he was emitting was immense as he let it rise to three-quarters in his transformed state... Power, inert and true was now covering the brute warrior...King Cold was in for more than he bargained for and Broli was going to take pleasure in ripping him limb from limb. Their last encounter was one of...interest. "Give me your best shot." Broli grumbled, his hair flowing with golden light as his emerald eyes locked onto the nearing Changeling King...his body automatically taking up its coveted stance...the volcano erupted and the sign for the bout was now on! WC: 503/503 Actions: 1. get to astral realm free- sense KC 2. Transform to USSJ free-release 75% power 3. Talk shit. 4/5. wait... free Crush stance OOC: Sorry this was sooooo long of a wait to get to, hope you dont mind it extending into this next week...? |
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| Towa | Mar 20 2013, 11:15 AM Post #3 |
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OOC: Not at all The first thing that Cold noticed about this realm was the heat. Like he was standing in front of the door to a blast furnace, it hit the King’s body at once. The air was thick with ash, exacerbating the respiratory problems that the intense heat was causing. Even the cold nothingness of space held less breathing problems than the heavy air around the volcano. If ever his species had a weakness, this place was it. The lava flows themselves seemed to mock him, the air above them rippling with the effects of the intense heat emanating from their depths. At the centre of it all stood a man whose presence made the Frost Demon emit a bark of laughter. The last time he had faced the Saiyan, Broli, it had been on his terms in a realm that was not unlike the wastelands where he died to the traitors Zero and Ayakon. Even from here, he could sense that they had been in another battle and yet somehow managed to emerge unscathed. Ayakon’s presence was different not; more diffuse and with very little of his old self remaining. Had he unlocked the Demonic Form that his son had attained? But now was not the time for speculating upon the fortunes of a changeling who was marked for death. Now was the time to focus his errant mind into defeating the Saiyan once again. In this environment the fight would no doubt be vastly different, but Cold took solace in the notion that he was in the astral realm and any discomfit would be temporary. He shook his head to clear it and try to focus his thoughts before rushing towards the Saiyan, drawing his power pole while en route. Wielding the enormous rod like a sword, Cold sprang off his right foot to deliver an inertia-boosted thrust to the face of the Saiyan. At the culmination of the attack, he withdrew the pole and held it in a middle guard position as he sailed past the shoulder of the behemoth of a humanoid and landed some distance behind him. As soon as he righted himself, His Exalted Highness put the heels of his hands together and pointed them straight at the Saiyan Legend before firing a dodonpa straight at the back of his golden mane, the indigo-pink beam of energy containing more power than normal because of how practiced the Changeling King was in its use. 407/651 |
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| Jordan | Mar 21 2013, 11:39 PM Post #4 |
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The changeling king had begun his attack with cheekish laughter, Broli raised his brow and only grinned when he watched as he witnessed his opponent pull out his pole...raising it above his head like a sword. It was then that his mind's eye flashed and the scene had played out like a concussive drummer performing a solo for pearl jam. When Broli's mind released its premonition from the brute, the elite warrior didn't hesitate to act...even without his telepathic abilities the warrior was much faster and quicker and made it easily away from the downward swing of the ferocious attempt to cleave him in two with such a dull pole. Two behemoth warriors began their dance and the sparkling light that began to flicker between the palms of Cold only shed light upon a drawing sense the elite warrior had began to pick up from his adversary! "Give me your best shot Ace." Broli muttered as he swung his mighty, ki infused, forearm toward the pinkish beam of energy. A tail of pink light found its way sky-rocketing through the sky and casting a shadow down upon the two warriors. Without a moment's hesitation Broli opened his mouth, readying his self for his own solo...for he was the main star for a deafly performance that his own mighty lungs could sing, should the occasion be brought forth! Emerald energy rocketed out of the dark corridors of our hero's mouth and made its way out toward the universally known tyrrant! It was a mastered, albeit barbaric, attack Broli had loved to use ever since it had been shown to him in his Ouzaru form...the distance itself would threaten to envelope the mighty ice king had he not reacted quickly to it... As his enemy dealt, or was engulfed, Broli continued on the offensive and jumped high into the realms sky...summoning the power from the depth's of his soul as his golden aura bathed him in a holy rich-like light! Electrical sparks fluttered across his broad self and found themselves wrapping and engulfing his left arm entirely. Broli's kanines peaked themselves from the recesses of his mouth and without further delay; with one swipe of his arm and upturned wrist he sent an invisible devasting blast down toward the dramatic scene below! Lava continued to erupt and flow through the course of this realm, the seering heat rising and evaporating simultaneously...even causing the great Saiyan Legend to sweat...his tail wrapped around his waist and within a moments notice he vanished from sight as the crescendo of his attack's booming display of power! The brute reappeared in the air with two buzz-saws of death, one already had been launched toward his foe...and the other was trailing shortly after! The first had been enveloped and cloaked by the infamous Instant Transmission technique, as the other had taken some time to form shortly after the first had been thrust and sent out instantaneously! Broli's emerald eyes looked on with glee, hoping the first would slice through the apex of the devilish head of his adversary...it would be hard for anyone to dodge that one, and then having to deal with a second? The elite waited cooly in the air, his mind and senses open to whatever was coming next...the rising heat still tugging at the elite's sweat...beads now dripping down his cleanly shaven face and down his immaculate beast-like body! WC: 568/1k+ |
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| Towa | Mar 25 2013, 01:36 AM Post #5 |
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In spite of the fact that the battle hadn’t even started properly yet, firing off the dodon ray was incredibly taxing and the Changeling King stood with his hands still in the firing position, panting and trying his utmost to draw breath from the sweltering conditions. What was worse was that it was all for nought as the Saiyan behemoth swiped the blast away as though somebody had thrown a cabbage rather than a masterful display of energy. Barely a moment passed between this failure and the emergence of an emerald-green beam of light that originated in Broli’s gaping maw. For his part, the changeling king exercised the same technique in order to deflect the beam off into the distance where it impacted harmlessly. But the heat pressing in against him made Cold swoon and he staggered momentarily before his vision cleared enough to see that Broli was preparing something massive. What it was, Cold didn’t see for he was hit with invisible qi energy and sent tumbling towards one of the many lava flows. As he rolled, the volcanic earth bit and tore at his flesh. Wounds opened up and burned with all of the fire of the volcano itself as the air licked at them. When at last his movement was arrested, the Changeling King was battered, bruised and scraped. Purple blood dripped from a multitude of deeper cuts and when he rose, it was upon legs as shaky as a fool’s stilts. Cold barely had time to roar a challenge before the roar became a kiai attack with only the barest of intent as a kienzan disc was already upon him. As the energy in his shout met and cancelled out the kienzan, another buzzed along in its wake. Had he not spent a significant portion of time in the dead zone, this may have been his end. It was almost fortunate that he had, for without it there wouldn’t have been a need to learn how to phase shift. But he had spent time in the dead zone and he did know how to phase shift. His knowledge of the kienzan technique allowed for a much smoother transition out of phase and he was incorporeal well before the disc buzzed through his midsection. It impacted with the lava flow behind him and incandesced into nothingness within the thermal stream. Cold shook his head, the heat from the lava making the scene swim before his eyes. He took several torturous steps towards the behemoth of a Saiyan before shaking his head again. There was nothing more he could do here. “I yield,” he said simply and with the words spoken, vanished from the spirit realm in order to return to the Midlands. 455/1k+ |
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