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| Topic Started: Feb 23 2013, 03:01 AM (7,423 Views) | |
| Pierce | Feb 23 2013, 03:01 AM Post #1 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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The smallest of the three suns that would share their light and heat with the Planet Namek, the great Samaga, was just setting to the west. Gohan was often told the setting of Samaga symbolised the closing of the day, which he had thought would’ve been an excellent time to pull this off. What he hadn’t been told was that the biggest, brightest and hottest of the three stars, Bigura, was in the very centre of the sky at the same time that Samaga hid away below the horizon. So, what the Half Saiyan had assumed would be the darkest and most obscuring hour of the daily cycle on Namek was in reality just about the brightest and most exposing. Any sense of stealth was pretty much destroyed by this, but due to a few combined factors (Gohan’s thief training on Earth and his damaskian shoes, which were specially made for moving fast without making sound, being the primary two), the Half Saiyan was still able to somehow remain undetected as he stalked the hybrid Osiris. Gohan had found his prey in the skies, flying towards…somewhere. He’d sensed the specific energy of the Dragon Balls on this man’s person before, and so he knew that he was in possession of them. So, wherever he was headed, it was presumably towards the next one. Following somebody who was flying at incredible speeds without being detected had seemed like a challenge, but with the usage of his Invisible Jumping Gohan found he was able to keep up easily while also being invisible. Jumping along the ground got tiring pretty damn fast, though, but thankfully Osiris decided to touch down on the ground only a few minutes later and the Half Saiyan took this opportunity to take cover behind a nearby rock and relax, causing his invisibility to fade. Gohan sat there for a few seconds, breathing heavily before looking around the rock he was behind. Osiris was sitting on the ground, presumably also resting for a small time. This seemed like the perfect moment to strike. The Half Saiyan quickly went back over King Kai’s instructions in his head: Someone named Chaos had wreaked absolute havoc in a fight on Planet Juno. By using the devastating Genocide Blast, he had decimated the planet and killed off a large amount of the population. Gohan had been sent by the Kai here to gather the Dragon Balls and wish those people back, because while the two of them both shared the ideal of protecting lives (well, for the most part, anyway,) King Kai was unable to interfere himself. However, the fact that Osiris, someone Gohan barely knew anything about, was in possession of some of the balls…that could be a problem. So that was what he was here for now. Dispatch of Osiris quickly and take his Dragon Balls before he got the whole set. All Gohan knew of Osiris was that Rem had met him, the last time they were on Namek. The engagement had barely even been a fight, though Rem had come out victorious, so presumably whoever he was dealing with wasn’t that strong. Having spent enough time going through his thoughts Gohan came out of his cover and sprinted forward, right at his intended foe. Osiris was standing again, now, looking like he was about to take to the skies again. Before he could, however, Gohan had closed the gap between them to just a couple metres. The Half Saiyan leapt forward, sticking out his leg and raising his guard so he was in the flying kick position. His foot would sail right into the back of Osiris’ head, presumably knocking him to the ground. After that strike Gohan continued to sail past for a few metres, his jump length greatly boosted by his saiyan strength, before he finally slowed to a stop as his feet touched the ground. He gave Osiris no time to recover, however. Gohan’s aura immediately lit up around him, the Half Saiyan becoming surrounded in what looked like pure white fire. He charged forward through the air, using his flaming aura to increase his speed and force as he pulled back his right arm and then shot it forward and across as he got close, attempting to slam his elbow into his foe’s cheek. As his striking arm moved forward his left arm came back, and Gohan now reversed this motion, pulling back the arm he had used to attack almost instantly and, at the same speed, shooting forward his left fist in a punch aimed for Osiris’ gut. The Half Saiyan then shot his right foot up, aiming to slam the ball of his foot into his foe’s chin. This attack would, theoretically, knock the opponent into the air above. Gohan then let his aura flare in white ki flames once again, and flew directly upwards to meet Osiris mid-air. As he got close the Half Saiyan pulled his right hand to behind his left ear, and then he struck out with it, going to backhand Osiris across the face. After this he pulled his arm in and shot out another punch for the gut, with speed equal to the first. Gohan raised his leg, twisted it to the left, and then thrusted his foot forward in a side kick motion, attempting to send Osiris flying away again. His aura still strong and alit, Gohan had no trouble boosting himself through the air until he had caught up with Osiris and was directly above him. The Half Saiyan began to spin in mid-air, gathering momentum as he now put his left hand behind his right ear before striking out as his spin was completed, moving to backhand Osiris again and knock him down to the ground. There was only a second of rest for Gohan before he continued his combo; the ki surrounding him all sucked into his body and shot to his hand, where it formed again. The flames of white danced in Gohan’s palm before forming a more controlled ball of energy. Gohan pulled his hand back, looking at Osiris below. “HAARRGHHH!” He yelled, launching his hand forward and firing the ki in it in the form of a beam at his foe. The white beam trailed through the sky, downwards, going to knock Osiris back to the ground before he could recover from the initial combo. Gohan finally rested somewhat as he descended, touching down on the ground a few metres away from where he could sense Osiris. He couldn’t see his foe anymore, because the Half Saiyan’s energy beam had created a cloud of dust surrounding him. In the time he had before he was attacked, Gohan reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, purple sphere-shaped device. Upon contact with Osiris it would explode in a wave of electricity and shock his body, causing it to slow down. The Half Saiyan chucked his Stasis Grenade into the dust cloud just as it was starting to fade, and after the impact the dust finally faded. Osiris was before him. Gohan raised his hand and clicked his finger. As he did so a portion of rock about the size of his head unlodged itself from the rest of the ground behind Osiris and flew into the air. The rock immediately jolted towards Gohan’s foe, hopefully hitting him in the back and causing him to stumble forward. Gohan then raised his leg, letting his ki flow to that foot so that it began to glow in his standard white colour. The Half Saiyan twisted and did another side kick, though this time his foot was packed with explosive energy. If all went to plan, Osiris would be knocked forwards by the force of the Half Saiyan’s telekinetic attack, causing him to stumble right into the path of Gohan’s explosive kick, knocking him back to the ground. Finally Gohan put his foot back on the ground, and took a moment to catch his breath. “I know you have Dragon Balls,” he said. “I don’t know why you want them, but I need them for something much more important. Hand them over or I’ll have to continue.” As he said this, Gohan moved into the Tiger Claw Stance. His right foot slipped back, a bit behind his left foot. He rotated it ninety degrees so he was forming an “L” shape with his feet, and then he raised his left fist to shoulder height and his right to cover his stomach. Despite what he had said he definitely expected Osiris to fight back. Word Count: WC: 1,422 TWC: 1,422 Actions: Free. Invisible Jumping Sneak 1. Special Attack (Undodgeable) (0%) Sneak 2. Burst Rush (0%) 1. Burst Rush (0%) 2. Burst Rush (3.3%) 3. Stasis Grenade (0%) 4. Telekinesis (0%) Mark II Scouter 1. Dynamite Kick (1%) Mark II Scouter 2. Lost (first post/action limit bypassed) Free. Tiger Claw Stance (0%) Ki: Ki Used: 4.3% Total Ki Used: 4.3% Stamina Drain: 840 Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 0% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 99,573/135,004 Ki: 67,502 Strength: 17,859 Speed: 16,998 Toughness: 22,068 Stamina: 15,398/16,238 Vitality: 15,343 Damage Taken: 86% Damage Dealt: 100% Determination: 303 Charisma: 245 Intelligence: 1,051 Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Champion's Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Silent Shoes Wizard Belt Kunai Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Scroll of Yaidrat Energiser Stasis Grenade (used) Stun Grenade Ki Well Ki Buffer Odin-Class Cruiser Mark IV Anti-Personnel Warhead Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 7 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 1 Teleports Remaining: 1 Kunai Attacks Remaining: 3 Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 3 Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1 |
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| Osiris | Feb 23 2013, 10:06 PM Post #2 |
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Dark amethyst eyes stared down upon an unwholesome mound of furious flesh slamming itself against heavy metal bars. Each time the enraged creature rocked its malformed body around, it gave out a gurgling angry hiss. Osiris didn’t flinch away as he stood there looking into the cage. In its deranged excitement the beast slobbered and sprayed saliva across his armored legs. Reaching out slowly, he gently laid a gloved hand across the top of the confinement. A deafening shriek echoed in the room making the youth’s ears twitch. The thing jumped straight up slamming its head into the thick steel as more than one pair of jaws snapped madly after the hand. Minutes crawled by like hours as the Pallor Lord stood mimicking a statue. Dark bruises and gashes started appearing across the beast’s face as it refused to stop. Its already jagged teeth chipped into even more wretched shapes, while the beady eyes were lost under lumps of swollen flesh. A glimmer of wetness carved a path down the ivory cheek, a lone rivulet. Finally, the hand lifted away just as slowly until it was over Osiris’ left shoulder. “I am sorry, the words were hushed with intimacy. In a single motion, the serpentine blade ripped out of its sheath and drove downwards through the cage. A single high note screeched out from the monster and then gave way to shallow wheezing. Tensing his arm Osiris held the sword in place as he literally felt the creature convulse in its death throes. Dark orange blood spilled onto the floor in a pool that stretched several feet. The smell of sulfur and copper reached much further. Then, utter and complete silence. Blinking, the youth realized he had been holding his breath. Discomfort and anxiety released along with a deep sigh, it’s done then. This marked the fourth failed experiment with the same end result. Each time he had personally put down the subject in order to end the self mutilation. Practice had made nothing easier. Instead, the Pallor Lord only felt more emotionally drained. Seeking refuge in the sweet open air of Namek, Osiris fled the laboratory to muster his thoughts. Roughly an hour later. The salty air swept off the nearby bay as the wind pushed its way inland. Lulling, that was the only true way to describe an average day on Namek. Nature had blessed the planet with an abundance of pleasant fragrances, sounds, and colors. It was enough to drive a man into a nap so deep he could be mistaken for comatose. Osiris hated it. The Son of Cauldron missed the hot streams of sulfuric gasses, the threatening radiance of cooling lava, and the near constant rumbling of volcanic activity. He missed his home, the home that had been stripped away from him. The home that forced its residence to fight for every single day, for every single breath! He missed the hardness in the people’s eyes, like beautiful diamonds forged under the pressure of living in such an inhospitable place. Sitting there on that limestone boulder presented no challenge, no risk, and for the youth no true peace. Instead, he sat there staring down at the green-blue grass and his flexing gauntlet. Every problem and every crushing weight passing through his mind while his consciousness desperately grasped for solutions. Nothing seemed right in the universe in that moment, especially how ungodly bright it always was on Namek. Osiris craved the shadows, the night; just a few hours of darkness . . . he was also loath to spend anymore countless hours in the bowels of the ship. So there he sat, the dark crimson hood of his cloak insufficient to cast more than a light shade across his angular face. It was all very agitating. Trying to focus his mind, he studied the black gauntlet with increased intensity. Every detail of its creation and alterations gradually forming a steady stream of information that cut through the chaos. Double-walled carbon nanotubes put together precisely forming trillions of covalent bonds along a single thread, a crafted nano-wire of adamantium threaded through the tubes to increase compression strength, and cermite plates formed the main components. Each engineered thread woven together over and over again with the plates embedded to make the armor as resilient as possible. Yet, as he sat there flexing the hand, there was practically no resistance. It was a stroke of brilliant engineering. A spark of inspiration made the youth spring to his feet, a structure within a structure has the potential to be self supporting, the design of one supplanting the weakness of the other. Simple in parts, but complex by nature . . . it could work! The coding just needs another sub-set. The Pallor Lord bent his knees slightly preparing to launch back into the sky once more. Pain erupted in the back of his head causing flashes of purple, pink, and white to obstruct his sight. Instinctively, he did not resist the force and risk straining his neck. Incorporating the momentum into his own movement, Osiris rocked forward into a handspring. Palms impacted the ground and sunk into the soft earth easing the pressure on his joints greatly. Wind rushed by and it was evident the momentum of the attack had carried the attacker much further. Not more than a second later the lithe but powerful body came full circle back around to its feet which dug into the sod as it slid forward into a low crouch. There was no time to think, and that was beautiful. All the built in defense mechanisms forged from half a lifetime of watching over one’s shoulder for assassins kicked in. Still in a slight daze as his mind tried to play catch up, a deep sense of self preservation manifested itself. A dark layer of solid ki spread across the demonic vessel adding another layer of protection. It was so effective the first several blows landed without pain. It was all the time Osiris needed to relax his body and refocus his mind. It was obvious his opponent got the drop on him and was already past his guard. Osiris needed an opportunity to get his defenses back up to full. Before that happened though a foot struck him straight up into the air, but not nearly as much as it should have . . . his gravity amplifier was still on. Undoubtedly, the two tons worth of modified weight was straining his opponent’s joints slight, and making it so there wasn’t as much room to build up momentum, small comforts. Several more strikes battered his body becoming increasingly painful as the shield around him drained. Kinetic energy reverberated through the youth’s body invigorating dormant emotions. Cold amethyst eyes kept watching for that gap though, and when it came the Pallor Lord saw it with a few seconds to spare. The flaring aura of the nameless enemy came spinning over top of him before extending another backhanded blow. The shift in direction was so fast and violent more blurs of light filled his vision as the blood in his body flowed haphazardly for a split second. Keeping his wits about him best he could, Osiris pushed several buttons on his gravity shackles in quick secession. Just before striking back down to earth the gravity influencing his body returned to normal, though that did not stop him from being buried several inches into the ground. A slight growl vibrated his vocal cords as a stream of energy slammed into his silver breastplate along with the ground on either side of him. Dust and dirt clods dirtied the clean Namekian air. This is it! In an instant, he was scrambling back to his feet not caring if he was being graceful or not. Just as the Pallor Lord got a solid footing, a small orb bounced off his right thigh. Arcs of electricity came dancing out of it like a swarm of tentacles. A small gem on his left pauldron, hidden beneath the cloak, pulsed just once with a faint red discharge. Then, an anticlimactic silence fell as the electrical tendrils were swept into harmless non-existence. “Well. . . ” Osiris grumbled. In response the stranger snapped his fingers. The Son of Cauldron heard the strange rumbling behind him, and then saw the white fire-like ki blossom once more. It was isolated to a single foot this time though, and there was no need to guess what it would before. With a jolt of movement Osiris drove towards his awaiting adversary. Just as he came close enough to kick though, his right thigh rippled with sudden contractions. Arching his spine the demonic vessel back flipped, and as his vision turned upside down he saw the stone pass beneath. Feet touching Namek once more, a thunderous crack echoed across the battlefield. Shards of splintered rock scattered through the air in every direction with the force of both muscle and ki propelling them. Like jagged hail they impacted with enough force to bruise flesh even beneath armor, and create two small cuts along the youth’s face.
The Pallor Lord sneered with disgust, “Did it ever cross your mind to ask first, fool? Turning his head, but keeping his eyes locked on the stranger, Osiris snorted releasing dust that had collected in his nostrils. What the hell is he even talking about? Confusion flared its ugly head. He wasn’t sure if he actually possessed the “dragon balls” and simply knew them by another name, or if this . . . the demonic vessel took a deep breath and caught the scent of monkey . . . saiyan was just an idiot. Disgust quickly turned to a deep loathing. For now though, he would play along to get more information, “How exactly do you know your need is greater than mine? Your audacity offends me worse than your unprovoked assault,” the words came out like smooth ice, but were filled with judgment. Osiris took his own stance built for heavy defense. With a wide footing his center of gravity was lowered and his thighs primed. His right arm swept back and formed a hammer just waiting to beat back any incoming attacks while his left arm rose into a claw waiting to send them awry. Three Battles Stance, it was truly meant for holding back the onslaughts of war and that fit the Son of Cauldron perfectly. Behind the calm defensive mask laid a rage quivering with terrible excitement. Eager to escape, the youth could feel it growing restless and wild . . . just like the mutated beast he had euthanized not much more than an hour ago. This though, this he would let loose when the moment was right. Word Count: WC: 1,825 TWC: 1,825 Actions: Free: Take Opening Attack 1:Body Shield 4%-Adel’s Ki Mastery Free: Take Burst Rush at reduced damage. 2: Remove Weighted Items 3: Stasis Crystal 4: Dodge Boulder Free: take environmental damage from Dynamite Kick Free: Three Battles Stance +12% toughness Ki: Ki Used: 4% Total Ki Used: 4% Stamina Drain: 354 Will get to this as time progresses* Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 0% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 88,383/117,844 Ki: 44,192/58,922 Strength: 15,004 Speed: 16,193 Toughness: 16,929—Armor:18,622 Stamina: 13,405 ---after drain----13,051 Vitality: 13,584 Determination: 1,070 Charisma: 246 Intelligence: 1,616 Equipped Items: Silver Armor of the Gods of Earth Avolanian Armor of Fire and Combat Thief Gloves Saiyan Boots of Fire Headband—Cause I’m bawse Garb of the Lost of Earth and Technique Hardened Zweihander of Glory Intelligence Belt of Earth Others: 1 Trophy +5all Band of the Wolf +25spd Dragas Stone +50all Prepared Items: Reflect Ring Sensu Bean Stasis Crystal Saiba Jar Potion x2 Stun Gernade Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ FG: 1 (I can work with it) Speed Teleports Remaining: 7 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 [Base Power:112,950 and Combat Rune] |
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| Pierce | Feb 24 2013, 01:23 AM Post #3 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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“Two million Keliouxians, man!” Gohan replied. “That’s the population of Juno. All gone unless I have the Dragon Balls you’ve got. And I know you’ve got them. Don’t play dumb with me.” Osiris’ response to this statement was to move into his own fighting stance. There was silence between the two for a mere few seconds. “You’re going to fight? This is bigger than you or me! We don’t have time to argue!” Gohan couldn’t comprehend Osiris’ lack of care for the lives of all those people on Juno. Whatever sick thing he wanted the Dragon Balls for was more important than all those people? “You don’t get it, do you?! Two million people! That’s forty times the population of this planet! They need the Dragon Balls!” Gohan left his stance after yelling that, sprinting towards Osiris now. He pulled back his right fist, twisting his waist with it to give the punch more power. The Half Saiyan shot his fist forward, trying to punch Osiris in the face and knock him to the ground. He didn’t use ki to amplify his punch. Didn’t fly forward to increase the force. The boy was so frustrated with his foe that he just had to hit him. Gohan than fell to his knees, unable to stand. He was utterly filled with rage and despair. All of a sudden, the Half Saiyan became alert as he sensed a feeling that was now almost familiar. A warmth in his heart, spreading out, reaching into his bloodstream and following the roads formed by his veins, until his whole body was flowing with that hot, glorious power. Gohan stood up, finding he was able to control himself again, at least somewhat. The heat in his body got worse until it was uncomfortable…and then it was painful. The Half Saiyan began to scream out loud. He knew what was happening and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it. His screams got worse and worse as his body tensed up, and his eyes closed. He wasn’t sure why Osiris wasn’t attacking but his foe was presumably watching, either confused or scared. Most likely just the former, from what the Half Saiyan had seen today. Osiris didn’t look like one to scare easily. Gohan felt the familiar changes occur again as his aura lit up, but not in its normal white colour. Instead it was a much more pure, golden glow. The flames of ki surrounding him towered upwards, penetrating the clouds of Planet Namek. The heat Gohan had come to hate so much slowly died back down to steady warmth. There was no relief as this happened, however, as a new pain took over. Gohan’s skin and muscles screamed and yelled at him as his brain forcibly made them expand in size, greatly increasing his strength and speed. As a side effect of the power, the Half Saiyan’s dark hair somehow also became gold, and every strand but for a few stood up on end, as if the wind was blowing them upwards. Despite a minor soreness, most of the pain was now gone. It wasn’t nearly as bad as the first two times, as Gohan’s body was now slightly more used to the transformation. Finally, he opened his eyes, and in them his pupils were gone, as were his child-like traits: His arrogance, his stupidity and his fear were all gone, chased to the very corners of his mind by his subconscious. In their place, there was now the personality of a man, an adult. Gohan’s reckless haughtiness was replaced by a calmer attitude. His fear had been taken over by a new confidence. And, through some miracle, his foolishness had been driven away, and now there was some amount of actual thinking occurring inside of his head. “Hm…” The new Gohan said, raising his hands and looking at them, feeling that the ki residing in them alone was greater than what had been in his entire body just before. “Super Saiyan, again…Yeah. Yeah, this’ll do just fine. Now, as for you…” Gohan looked up at Osiris, who was before him. “I’m not even going to ask anymore. I know I can’t change your mind.” As he spoke, the Half Saiyan noted that his voice had also become deeper. He sounded much more serious. “So why don’t I just take your Dragon Balls and be done with it? Yeah. Let’s do that.” Faster than he had ever moved before without using Instant Transmission, Super Saiyan Gohan vanished from sight and almost instantaneously appeared again, right in front of Osiris. He reached forward, aiming to grab the back of his foe’s head and shove it down with his superior strength, while simultaneously shooting up his knee. The collision as his moving limb and his foe’s face slammed into each other would, hopefully, be brutal. Lowering his leg back to the ground, Gohan then raised his left leg, bending it ninety degrees as he did so. The Super Saiyan leaned back and kicked out with his lifted leg, going for Osiris’ chest. With his current strength, this kick would presumably knock his foe off his feet. Afterwards, Gohan reached into his pocket, and grabbed out the perfect thing to synergise with his sudden Super Saiyan speed boost: An energizer pill. The Half Saiyan tossed the tiny white pill into his mouth and swallowed it, immediately feeling its effects. His body, already feeling as light as a feather, suddenly seemed to feel even faster. Gohan experimentally raised his arm and continually punched the air in different directions, as fast as he could. He was amazed to find his saiyan eyes were struggling to just keep up with his arm, as it constantly shot from place to place. Incredible. “Come on, man!” He yelled to Osiris. “Just try and hit me. I’d like to see how fast I can dodge, too.” Word Count: WC: 1,000 TWC: 2,422 Actions: 1. Special Attack (0%) 2. Become Super Saiyan (0.7%) 3. Special Attack (0.7%) 4. Special Attack (0.7%) 5. Energizer (0.7%) Ki: Ki Used: 2.8% Total Ki Used: 7.1% Stamina Drain: 2,667 Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 0% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 182,452/250,382 Ki: 125,191 Strength: 30,974 Speed: 29,597 Toughness: 38,887 Stamina: 25,714 Vitality: 26949 Damage Taken: 86% Damage Dealt: 100% Determination: 303 Charisma: 245 Intelligence: 1,051 Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Champion's Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Silent Shoes Wizard Belt Kunai Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Scroll of Yaidrat Energiser (used) Stasis Grenade (used) Stun Grenade Ki Well Ki Buffer Odin-Class Cruiser Mark IV Anti-Personnel Warhead Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 7 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 1 Teleports Remaining: 1 Kunai Attacks Remaining: 3 Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 3 Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1 |
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| Osiris | Feb 25 2013, 12:25 AM Post #4 |
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Humor, of all the things one might accuse Osiris . . . that was simply not among them. So, when the Saiyan started screaming at him about Juno’s population and the need of Dragon Balls, he was not amused. It was obviously beyond the stranger’s ability to calmly explain himself, or present any proof of his whining complaints. The Pallor Lord was getting that faint itch in the center of his palms that always started right before he put someone out of their misery.
“I will defend myself,” the youth couldn’t get another word in as the saiyan continued to yell at him mindlessly. Glancing over at the rock he had been resting on, the pale man hoped he was still sitting there after falling asleep and all this was some ridiculous dream. No one can be this stupid. . . . In nothing short of an autistic tantrum, Osiris’ would be mugger ran forward with a fist raised high. Apparently, after the initial sucker punch, subtly was no longer a concern for this man. Lashing out with his own clawed hand, he sent the sloppy haymaker awry. With several quick steps the Pallor Lord was repositioned away from the charge and ready to defend against another. It was not immediately necessary though. Calculating eyes rested upon the saiyan while he collapsed to his knees. For a moment Osiris considered simply drawing his blade and taking the man’s head off right then and there. After all, he left himself completely open for attack. Still, the conflict was young and the demonic vessel was willing to sacrifice some measure of practicality to prove a point. And then there was an uncomfortable amount of screaming. A massive aura flared wild and golden around the enemy. For a second the Son of Cauldron was worried that he might explode, but quickly cognized the markers of a transformation he had seen in a battle recording. The Cosmic Empire’s database was proving increasingly useful. Things were about to get increasingly annoying, however. With swift hands Osiris retrieved a small silver cylinder from within his cloak. Twisting and then pulling the two ends apart, the container opened along its center: within sat a ringed row of seedlings. He pulled a seed out of its holder and balanced it on the end of his thumb. A quick flick of his middle finger sent the small object plowing into the ground a handful of feet behind the still screaming saiyan. Before being detected, the container was slipped back into its hiding place while the racquet finally died away, “That looked painful . . .” The Cosmic Lord took note of the bulging muscles straining against his opponent’s armor. His words fell on deaf ears though as the thief began to mutter to himself. Then, with a deeper voice, he declared that he would simply take what he wanted from Osiris. The crimson cloth around his head waivered slightly as the youth shook his head in disdain. Another layer of protective Ki exuded from his skin creating a secondary layer hidden beneath his clothing. Patience was one of his greatest strengths, and he was content to keep exercising it until he had full measure of the threat. Gohan came rushing forward at tremendous yet awkward speed. The first attack felt like, nothing. There was no pain, just the resounding clash of armor striking armor. Without fear of taking too much damage the Pallor Lord focused the whole of his attention on the warrior’s movements. He felt the pressure of the next kick knock into his chest, but again the kinetic energy was severely reduced by dispersion. It did however manage to send him sliding back a good ten feet, heels digging small trenches. Sloppy form with clench techniques, and apparent transitions: time between attacks exaggerated by poor combo set ups. Strike at midrange, his speed makes him over shoot target range slightly. Small gaps in armor around joints, especially the waist when he bends forward. No more playing nice. Osiris rolled his joints and sat back down into his Three Battle Stance while the saiyan shadow boxed seemingly absorbed in his own skills, “You know, I will give you a few points for uniqueness. I have never been mugged by someone so determined to maintain the moral high ground. I know there is a battle raging on Juno, but I seriously doubt the veracity of your claim. You offer no proof but act as though I am a monster for doubting you,” the youth grimaced, “even if what you say is true . . . the Keliouxian should have learned their lesson from Cauldron. Speaking of which, where was your concern to save those people, MY people. No, I don’t think I believe anything you say, let alone trust you to have good intentions.” He started to circle his attacker with controlled steps, “What kind of good Samaritan attacks a stranger’s back, proceeds to lecture him about the right thing to do, and then goads him into taking hostile action? I have refrained from violence even when you left yourself open, that is more generosity than you have shown me. I don’t know who you are, but I think I would like you much better if you stopped breathing." Osiris made no attempt to hide his hate with the last several words. His feet slowed to a momentary pause as Midena, a few hours into its gradual rise, hung just over the youth’s left pauldron. Then, he exploded forward taking a few quick strides as though he were about to attack. Osiris’ lips parted showing the several rows of canine teeth as an eerie growl rolled past the fangs louder than what most beasts could muster. It was all a distraction though. Sod and small pebbles exploded just behind Gohan. A small green figure gleaming with sticky liquid, fresh from its incubation membrane, lashed out at the saiyan’s ankles with powerful claws. Its instincts for combat were strong driving it to go right for its prey’s Achilles tendon, literally. Opening its small childlike mouth, it let out a shrill screech of excitement which mingled with its master’s growl. Without hesitation the seam along its bulbous head split open letting out a gushing stream of steaming acid. The nasty substance rose in a high arc that would wash over Gohan, rise another several feet, and then rain back down over a small area. After such a long hibernation it was hungry, damn hungry. Most people didn’t realize that the acid was actually digestive juices meant to corrode armor, remove skin, and make muscle into a mushy gelatin easier to slurp down. Watching a Saibaman feed was . . . disturbing to say the least. “HERE!" the command was short and simple. Hearing its master, the saibaman’s short appendages came alive with movement. So overcome with its new sense of freedom the little green creature could not simply run. Bouncing around in a display of acrobatics, it flipped end over end while twisting its body in an ever more complicated way. Finally planting its three toed feet into the ground, it spun in a 180 degree rotation to face Gohan and then swung an arm to its waist before bowing deeply. “Stop fucking around,” Osiris snarled. Its grin faded, covering the needle teeth as it whimpered sadly. Hopping slightly, it spread its feet and mimicked the Three Battle stance roughly. The Pallor Lord often wondered if the saibaman looked to him as a father after being imprinted. It was a strange thing to consider, and made him hesitant to dispose of it readily. “I will give you this one last chance to leave me alone.”
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| Pierce | Feb 25 2013, 04:12 AM Post #5 |
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Osiris spoke after taking Gohan’s onslaught rather nonchalantly, but Gohan let the words pass right through him. The wave of emotion and anger brought on by this form was taking its toll on him. All he wanted to do was fight some more. In this situation, that could probably be considered an advantage. After Osiris’ monologue he took off, sprinting towards Gohan with his mouth open, showing…a lot of teeth. He unleashed a powerful growl, and the Half Saiyan stepped back in surprise. “Shit, dude, that didn’t sound normal…” he said. Almost immediately afterwards there was the strange sound of dirt and grass bursting open behind Gohan, and he turned arrive to see some sort of green creature, dripping with something sticky and glistening. It was a tiny little monster, but it proved dangerous as it almost immediately lashed out with its claws, aiming for Gohan’s ankles. The Half Saiyan immediately jumped into the air, letting the claw swipe go directly beneath his feet before he returned to the ground again. Gohan pulled back his leg and then shot it forward, aiming to slam his foot into the thing’s head, knocking it away. Afterwards, the green creature’s mouth opened and it gave out a loud screech, immediately before the crack along the top of its head opened up. White steam billowed out of that crack before some sort of green acid spewed out, aiming right for the Half Saiyan. Gohan yelled and disappeared from sight, using the Speed Teleport to move twenty feet away and get out of the acid’s path. “Man, that thing is fucked up,” he said to Osiris. “Get it put down or something. Actually, you know what? I’ll do it for you!” With that, the Half Saiyan’s hands lit up with golden fire, burning in the sunlight before it slowly compressed, forming two golden orbs of energy. Gohan sprinted forward with energy in hand, and as he got close to Osiris and his…green thing…The Super Saiyan swung his right arm forward, letting go of the Beam Ball he had there. It was set free of his palm, flying directly towards the little freak helping Osiris. Thanks to his incredible new Super Saiyan powers, however, Gohan noticed that before his attack had even reached his target, a new ball of energy had almost finished forming in his hand. Awesome. While he waited for that one to charge, the Half Saiyan flung his left arm forward, now firing the other ball that he had charged initially, aimed for Osiris. Another beam ball immediately began to charge up in that hand too, and in under two seconds it was done. “Man, this form just keeps getting better!” He said, leaping into the air. As Gohan sailed above Osiris and his pet, the Half Saiyan flung his arms down, launching two more golden missiles out of each. His power was now so great that the recharge was more or less instant, but a moment later he was firing yet another two shots. Gohan fell back to the ground and rolled as he hit the blue grass of the Namekian plain, immediately getting back to his feet. Directing all of the Beam Ball power to his right hand, Gohan then turned and ran at his two targets, holding up his one powered hand. He let off four more shots, two for each victim. Finally, as he yet again got close to his opponents, the Half Saiyan let out all of the remaining energy he had stored in his palm, firing off two more balls, yet again splitting them between his attackers. The boy finally stopped to rest somewhat, panting for a few seconds before his stamina came back to him. He was faster and stronger than he had ever been before, and although it wasn’t exactly energy efficient, he was able to deliver an absolutely devastating barrage of ki attacks at high speed. “Let’s see you and your little friend top that,” he said, looking at Osiris. Word Count: WC: 666 (oshit) TWC: 3,088 Actions: Free. Tiger Claw Counter Saibaman Action 1 (0.7%) 1. ST + Dodge Saibaman Action 2 (0.7%) 2. 2 Beam Balls, 1 @ Osiris, 1 @ Saibaman (1.7%) 3. 2 Beam Balls, 1 @ Osiris, 1 @ Saibaman (1.7%) 4. 2 Beam Balls, 1 @ Osiris, 1 @ Saibaman (1.7%) 5. 2 Beam Balls, 1 @ Osiris, 1 @ Saibaman (1.7%) Tactician. 2 Beam Balls, 1 @ Osiris, 1 @ Saibaman (1.7%) Energiser. 2 Beam Balls, 1 @ Osiris, 1 @ Saibaman (1.7%) Ki: Ki Used: 11.6% Total Ki Used: 18.7% Stamina Drain: 7,023 Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 0% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 173,741/250,382 Ki: 125,191 Strength: 30,974 Speed: 29,597 Toughness: 38,887 Stamina: 18,691/25,714 Vitality: 26949 Damage Taken: 86% Damage Dealt: 100% Determination: 303 Charisma: 245 Intelligence: 1,051 Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Champion's Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Silent Shoes Wizard Belt Kunai Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Scroll of Yaidrat Energiser (used) Stasis Grenade (used) Stun Grenade Ki Well Ki Buffer Odin-Class Cruiser Mark IV Anti-Personnel Warhead Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 6 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 1 Teleports Remaining: 1 Kunai Attacks Remaining: 3 Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 3 Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1 |
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| Osiris | Feb 26 2013, 03:15 AM Post #6 |
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Osiris glanced down at the small saibaman standing at his side. A dark purple bruise was forming across the left side of its face just underneath its eye. The little green creature seemed oblivious to the injury though. As it stared down its prey, a slight quiver of excitement ran through its frame. Suddenly noticing its Master’s attention, dark pupils flicked towards the Cosmic Lord for a second and that small child-like grin reappeared. There was a certain feeling of innocents hidden among those jagged teeth, and alien eyes. The moment passed, and more ignorance filled the air as the nameless saiyan opened his mouth again. Every ounce of empathy for the stranger died as the Pallor Lord finally grasped just what his opponent was: a xenophobic hypocrite. An alien getting the drop on him was unacceptable, but him doing the same was just fine because he wasn’t “fucked up”. This man had no respect, and Osiris wasn’t going to tolerate it any longer. Explosions rocked the air sending thunderous cracks rolling across the landscape. Dirt, rocks, and flaming chunks of grass jumped fifty feet into the air as small golden globes swarmed the area around the two companions. Before the youth could break away and start sprinting out of harm’s way, his saibaman leapt into the air in front of him. Using its ki to levitate the plant-based life form hung in the air as an independent shield. The white around Osiris’ amethyst irises widened as he watched his faithful pet take one bolt of shining energy after another. For all their opponent’s speed, he still wasn’t very accurate as though the new power he was utilizing was unfamiliar. The demonic vessel had to shift his weight back and forth as the shockwaves threatened to unbalance him from just about every direction. None of the attacks managed to reach him directly which left him more horrified than grateful. The saibaman gave out a screech of pain as it kept repositioning itself to cover its Master. Loyalty was ingrained into the very DNA of the creature. It was born for no other purpose but to serve. Was that so much different than love though? Did it make the gesture any less authentic? Wasn’t that same kind of self sacrifice and compassion considered a virtue? “You enjoy this!? You enjoy causing this pain?! FINE! Feel all of my pain!” the words came out as a sinister whispered carried on the winds over the fading explosions. Everything around the Pallor Lord suddenly began to dim in defiance of the bright Namekian suns. Light the color of midnight spilled out of the demonic vessel’s chest quickly spreading and devouring every detail until he was a shadow given depth. Lifting both arms up parallel to the ground Osiris raised into the increasingly colorless sky as a pure black crucifix. Everything was quiet for a moment, even the wind too afraid to interfere. With the sound of a thousand raging rivers the silence was shattered as the darkness ripped from the warrior’s body and ascended into the heavens. A pillar of pure black connected earth and sky . . . and then, there was no more sky. Reality shattered like the painted glass of an unimaginably large cathedral. As the façade of existence fell away, a Void Rift eclipsed both suns thus casting the battlefield into a shadow land. The roar of the pillar died away as it left the ground and was lost in the black abyss once called the sky. In its wake the indistinct sound of screams swept in like the wind before a storm. Dazzling pin pricks of amethyst light gave the utter blackness an almost star studded appearance. These were no stars though, and without warning the entire area was swept over by countless numbers of energy needles that pierced deep into everything they fell upon. Osiris touched back down onto the ground between his opponent and the clearly dazed and wounded saibaman. He watched with grim satisfaction as Namek was turned into a pin cushion. Everywhere the needles touched the grass instantly died, trees withered, and rocks were partially melted away. The very land had taken on the Pallor Lord’s depression leaving it scared and disfigured. You don’t leave here alive, the thought passed through his mind cold and listless.
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| Aya | Feb 26 2013, 03:32 AM Post #7 |
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RP Award goes to Osiris. But I really like the way FG RPs his Super Saiyan state. Oh and Os is right, it does take an action to counter with Tiger-claw. |
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| Pierce | Feb 27 2013, 03:37 AM Post #8 |
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Gohan’s smile faded as he saw Osiris’ green creature leap in front of him, taking shot after shot to protect his master. The thing was in pain, but at the same time it did not look hesitant at all, as if it had no choice but to help its master. Finally it was left alone, panting on the ground. Gohan winced as he saw its wounds…But before he could do anything he noticed a large fluctuation in Osiris’ ki. He looked at his foe to see them using a technique the Half Saiyan had never seen before. Pure shadow was seeping out of Osiris’ chest, making the whole world around dim somewhat. Gohan was amazed as he saw something he never would: A darkened planet Namek. Soon Osiris was effectively a silhouette, almost invisible against the darkness around him. The enemy raised his arms and raised himself up into the air, and then Gohan wasn’t sure what happened. Darkness was everywhere, even the brightened sky itself dimming to a pitch black colour. Even reality didn’t seem to be holding up well against Osiris’ strange technique, and the worst was yet to come. Gohan sensed some sort of projectile, and looked up to see an armada of tiny, pin-sized needles coming for him and the surrounding area in a storm. “Oh, shit, screw that!” He said, immediately going backwards and performing multiple back handsprings in an attempt to get out of the way of the needles. It wasn’t enough and he ended up having to vanish from sight, using the Speed Teleport to reappear several metres away. Doing this, the Super Saiyan just managed to reach the very end of the area covered by the storm, and besides a few needles grazing his armour he received no damage. As he touched back down on the ground Gohan was surprised to find that everywhere within the area where Osiris had struck was now…dying. Grass was purple, and the trees had shrivelled up. The most disturbing part of all was Gohan’s left sleeve, which now had a hole where it had been grazed that was almost through to the skin, with white steam coming out of it. Osiris was back on the ground, now, standing between Gohan and that green creature helping him. The Half Saiyan vanished, however, appearing in front of the little monster. He crouched down and looked at it. It was still struggling to stay on its feet. It looked slowly up at Gohan, and the Half Saiyan knew it was temporarily too dazed to defend itself. It was far weaker than he had thought. The Super Saiyan’s hand fell to his side and reached into the pouch attached to the hip of his armor. He grabbed out a small green bean and placed it in the little creature’s hand. “Stay out of this, or I will destroy you,” he said, before standing up and facing Osiris. The Half Saiyan felt some sympathy for the thing he had so recently insulted. He was only here for the Dragon Balls and, although over the course of this fight he had grown a dislike for Osiris, he did not have similar feelings for his pet. If anything, he had respect for the green slave’s commitment. Trying to forget about Osiris’ friend temporarily, Gohan once again let a golden ball generate in his hand, focusing his power into it. He was slowly learning to control his abundant new power, and he starting running. The Super Saiyan ran circles around his foe, unleashing powerful energy blasts at random intervals. He kept doing this until he’d fire off three shots. He hoped that, by firing from different directions, he’d stop Osiris’ pet from easily leaping in the way of any more shots. Not tiring at all, Gohan was already working on his next attack. He charged up blue ki in his right hand and green in his left while still running, combining the two orbs so that they became a golden yellow, like the rest of his ‘super’ ki. “Take this!” He yelled at Osiris, charging up the energy almost instantly as usual. He screamed as he fired a beam from the golden ball he was holding, having it trail towards Osiris. He knew that the green thing would have to move to each spot even if he knew where the shots were going to be, which was going to be difficult, or even impossible. To the Half Saiyan’s frustration, however, there was still energy in his hands. “Alright then…” Gohan let loose a blast, now, of large destructive capability. To his surprise, however, his blast attack only required a portion of his large ki ball to fire, and he still had some left. It seemed he wasn’t as in control as he thought… “…You know what? Fine! Just go!” He then yelled, raising his arms above his head and then launching them forward, throwing the entire ball of energy away from him, towards Osiris. Finally his hands were empty and he rested his arms. With the amount of energy he was outputting, as soon as he reverted out of this form Gohan knew he was screwed…so he had to finish this quick. Six shots, each from a different direction. Even if he was still trying to defend his master, there was no way that green thing would be able to now. Word Count: WC: 897 TWC: 3,985 Actions: 1. ST + Dodge Osiris Storm of Suffering (0.7%) Stun. ST + Give Sensu Bean to Osiris' Saibaman (0.7%) 2. Runic Blast @ Osiris (0.7%) 3. Runic Blast @ Osiris (0.7%) 4. Runic Blast @ Osiris (0.7%) 5. Fusion Beam @ Osiris (11.7%) Tactician. Ki Well + Big Bang Attack @ Osiris (0.7%) Energiser. Fusion Ball @ Osiris (10.7%) Ki: Ki Used: 26.6% Total Ki Used: 45.3% Stamina Drain: 17,013 Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 0% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 153,760/250,382 Ki: 125,191 Strength: 30,974 Speed: 29,597 Toughness: 38,887 Stamina: 8,701/25,714 Vitality: 26949 Damage Taken: 86% Damage Dealt: 100% Determination: 303 Charisma: 245 Intelligence: 1,051 Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Champion's Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Silent Shoes Wizard Belt Kunai Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 3/4 Scroll of Yaidrat Energiser (used) Stasis Grenade (used) Stun Grenade Ki Well (used) Ki Buffer Odin-Class Cruiser Mark IV Anti-Personnel Warhead Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 6 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 1 Teleports Remaining: 1 Kunai Attacks Remaining: 3 Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1 |
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| Chaos | Feb 27 2013, 11:32 PM Post #9 |
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The Cosmic Emperor
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Joining Osiris. [Battle Recorder + Combat Rune] Hello y'all it's the bully A laugh, full and vibrant, came from the Regent just under the noise of conflict in front of him. Several hundred meters behind him his massive warship was parked. He had only arrived moments ago, and imagine his surprise when he found his comrade under attack! You can’t even travel across the galaxy to have a showdown with a demi-god for five minutes before something comes up. Chaos let out an irritated sigh at his plight as Cosmic Regent. Heavy is the head, after all. His senses more so than his sight identified Osiris’ assailant. Yes, Chaos had dealt with the Saiyan once before and turned him into a lovely corpse. A little hair dye and a laughable jump in power was not about to change the outcome today. He straightened up as he watched the Super Saiyan begin to launch Ki at Osiris while dashing around him. He had considered just watching, he really did. But sometimes the Saiyan hunger for conflict gripped him despite his evolution; it wasn’t exactly the worst trait to have left over in a new species anyway. He understood a few things about the Saiyan simply from observing the bout. He was powerful but he was also brash, unpolished, predictable and inexperienced. What the boy lacked in cunning and skill, however, he had raw strength which thus lent to a simple and predictable strategy on his behalf; overwhelm the enemy with power and hope for the best. The continued chaotic and rapid assaults spewing from the Saiyan made that much apparent. A sudden spike in Gohan’s power caught the Regent's attention as it surpassed Osiris’ by a good margin causing him to spring into action. The young Saiyan could certainly gather energy fast, but Chaos could do it faster aided by years more experience and a few choice mechanical enhancements. He watched the boy’s simple flight path around his friend before making his move to intervene. Energy permeated the area radiating from Chaos who took up position in front of Gohan’s intended target with his open hands already pointed at the warrior. Two orbs of energy merged into a single wave of golden Ki which, admittedly, held awesome destructive power. His crimson eyes focused upon the attacking man’s frame, just as the energy began to spill from Gohan’s hands. He was like all bugs, ants, insects-- helpless now. In the next nearly immeasurable fraction of a second Chaos’ own prismatic plasma exploded from his open palms on a collision course with the Saiyan’s. A magnificent blaze of Ki easily large enough to engulf Gohan, his attack, and five villages behind him, slammed into the golden wave in a brilliant shower of multi colored sparks as the two attacks wrestled for dominance. A sickening shriek filled their ears as the force of their energies grinded against one another. The intense heat radiating from the Regent's wave ignited the ground below it leaving a thick trench in its wake. The rainbow tidal wave of destruction pressed hard against Gohan’s beam with a final surge of power, fully intent on ending the conflict there. As the tug-of-ki-war ended the Saiyan was on the move once again trying to finish poor innocent Osiris. Chaos simply could not allow that; not that it would have mattered since Osiris himself would not allow such a thing to occur. He knew that his fellow Lord of the Empire had matters under control with or without him as he dealt with a simple Big Bang from the Saiyan. In a flash Chaos’ primordial weapon was freed from his scabbard and spun to life in response to his touch. Casually, he extended his arm allowing Ea to get between Osiris and Gohan’s planned attack. The ancient weapon greedily devoured the attack and filtered it to its owner. A dull crimson haze formed around Chaos as the energy absorbed into his own reserves causing a slight smile to pull at the corners of his lips. Finally the dust began to settle from Gohan’s barrage allowing Chaos to address the young warrior for the first time with words. “Do you remember me?” he asked innocently while tilting his head. “I don’t blame you if you don’t. Last time I encountered you, you were dead long before we were able to exchange such pleasantries. I’m afraid the little stunt you are attempting to pull is punishable by death-- again. Perhaps this time you’ll learn. Unless, you tell me just what you thought you were doing here by committing said crime.” His silver tongue glided over the words as his honeyed tones filled the air before he went silent just long enough for Gohan to respond. Huh. He made a strange realization then-- people just don’t stay dead like they used too. Broli’s face flashed in his mind causing him to cringe. They never stay dead. This fact annoyed him more than he expected and his Ki erupted to life around him, manifested as an impossibly black flame lined with indigo hues. The molecules of his Ki remained behind forming a perfect after image in his wake as he sprung into action, his true self blurring into view to Gohan’s left several meters away. His right hand, still clutching Ea, was brought up above his head before it began dancing through the air as if he were conducting an opera. The strange ritual had a purpose beyond confusing onlookers as Gohan would quickly learn. In a large radius around the boy, the gravity skyrocketed to levels that was beyond most people’s comprehension. Even the strongest of warriors who honed their skills training under extreme gravity would put brought to the ground in a puddle of flesh and broken bones under the force he produced. Simply crushing the fighter was not his intent, though. It would be a welcomed side effect, but his true plans were to merely slow the Saiyan’s movements down enough for what he was preparing next. As the young fighter dealt with the gravity assault, assuming he could even understand what was going on with the unique technique, Chaos’ figure had rippled from view in a burst of crimson luminescence. Point A to point B in zero time. Gohan's speed and reaction would be pointless in the wake of his attack as the Regent highly doubted the youth had enough experience to detect, react, and defend against something instant. Out of range of Osiris’ attacks and just within Gohan’s peripheral on the right side a shower of Ki erupted from his outstretched hand the moment he was in view again. Hundreds of small dense orbs of black and crimson poured from his palm in an avenging shower. A burst of pressure from the center of where his attacks detonated followed a gust of wind that kicked up his coat tails behind him. He mentally scolded himself for interrupting Osiris’ good time in much the same way an addict feels guilty after getting the hit they feinded for; the sudden satisfaction of his addiction lifted his desire, letting him think clearly on what he had done. No matter-- he could make it up to Osiris any time and currently they didn’t have time to play with pests. An extermination seemed to be in order and hopefully the young Lord would understand.
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| Osiris | Feb 28 2013, 11:47 PM Post #10 |
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Osiris clenched his jaw in frustration as the saiyan managed to just barely escape the expansive reach of his attack. In an instant, his mind was reworking his strategy to catch his opponent within his grip. There was no time to dwell on what could have been. That was the fundamental piece hidden within the escalating chaos of battle. The past truly became the realm of the dead and any who lingered on it would be ripped to pieces in the maelstrom of combat. One is forced to survive within the moment and project their existence into the future . . . a stubborn refusal to perish. The stranger rushed past the Pallor Lord with impressive speed aimed straight for the saibaman. Without hesitating Osiris was right on his heels chasing down his back. Whatever it was the saiyan wanted with the green creature though, did not take long. Within seconds the two warriors were circling one another at high velocity. The rush of air and battle hurried heartbeats set the beat to a deadly dance that was destined to end poorly for one of them. More golden orbs were unleashed at the breakneck speeds in a quick succession volley. Despite the Son of Cauldron’s hard push to maintain a favorable position, the first ki blast clipped his shoulder. As the edge brushed pass the pauldron it detonated and sent the youth stumbling to one side. The handful of missteps was all his enemy needed to land two more vicious strikes. An explosion wracked his left side causing a ripple of concussive force to rip a large hole in the crimson cloak. The final golden orb struck his right leg so hard it knocked his footing completely off. Osiris dropped to one knee and his hands to keep from falling prone. He had not been the victor of the dance and was now left to face any more attacks head on. Ki swelled in the youth’s chest as a preamble to his own offensive, if only he could get an opening. Relocating the saiyan to his left, the demonic vessel did not enjoy the sight. A torrent of golden hued plasma was rushing forward in a destructive beam that made the many small blasts unleashed previously look completely negligible. Then he felt it, a massive front of hot air washed over his face and ruffled his hair like a playful old friend. At first it was hard to understand, the wind was in opposition to the incoming attack. The truth revealed itself in a grand and opulent manner. A second river of Ki made up of a dazzling array of colors, more spectacular than any gems in the halls of kinds, slammed into the first. It was perhaps the single most powerful assault that Osiris had ever seen, and he had no intentions of staying close to it. Jumping back to his feet, he took off at a dead sprint back towards the now mostly recovered saibaman. All the while he kept his eyes locked onto the clashing beams awaiting its outcome, though Osiris couldn’t see how the golden Ki could hope to stand up against such an overwhelming force. It was more by luck than by skill then, that he saw the large bolt of energy rocketing for him. Shit! He had let down his guard too much in his surprise. An earsplitting shriek struck such a high cord that the air waivered. The distortion reached the incoming Big Bang Attack and suddenly caused it to destabilize. Shredding apart the attack turned into an ever fading streak of harmless light. The Pallor Lord reached the green creature just as it snapped its jaws back shut and ceased the high pitched noise. Taking a second to show his appreciation Osiris squatted and kissed the little “monster’s” forehead feeling its strangely waxy hide under his lips. While he did the saibaman pushed a hand clutching something against his chest: a senzu bean. With a quick sad smile, “Keep it, you earned it.” The sentimental moment passed as the youngest Cosmic Lord heard his Regent speak. In a heartbeat the youth knew this battle would not last much longer; a living god had come to his aid. Required or not, he was sure as hell not going to complain about the matter. “Lets finish this and go home,” the saibaman nodded happily as they both took off with no intentions of being on the defensive any longer. Gravity shifted violently as Chaos conducted his orchestra of destruction. Osiris slammed his feet into the ground in a wide stance in order to not be sucked into the suddenly warped gravity well. The Pallor Lord reached out with his own clawed hand focusing his will upon nameless saiyan. Ki enveloped the outstretched arm as the youth slowly clenched his hand into a fist. As the fingers struggled to move closer to his palm the gravity around the enemy became an even more dismal prospect. Desperate to be anchored, the little saibaman clutched onto its master’s leg with all four limbs. Trees uprooted, and boulders began to leap in shambling arcs towards the new center of gravity. It seemed not only would Gohan be crushed to death under his own weight, he would be pummeled and then buried under the collecting debris. Inspired by this phenomenon, the little green monster split its head open once more and unleashed a great gout of acid. Snatched up by the Demiton Bombs’ effect, the green liquid was sent on a collision course with its target. Neither agent of the Cosmic Empire was content with letting that be the end of things though. Each one had a different technique, but the ends would be the same . . . inescapable death. Osiris pulled up the heavy iron bond tome that hung from his hip. It opened almost immediately to the page he was looking for, and the brightly glowing inscriptions that laid upon the pages illuminated his face. In an ancient language too old to fully understand anymore, he began to chant. All the while his other hand rose above his head into the heavens and began to form a great whirling specter of death. A disk of immensely packed ki began to form itself into the very pinnacle of a cutting edge. Streaks of leaping electricity skittered across the surface of the attack which reached a diameter of nearly nine feet wide. “Kazul rash-nafurz!” Osiris shouted the words and for a brief millisecond he no longer existed. In the next millisecond he was several meters to the enemy’s right, reappearing in a haze of ethereal static. Where he had been between the time his body traveled from point A to point B . . . not even the Pallor Lord was sure. At that moment though, he didn’t give a flying fuck about that. Before the saiyan could possibly get his location pinpointed and before the Hail o’ Death that the Regent had unleashed landed . . . Osiris threw his arm forward. Even he was a little surprised at how fast the disk flew through the air. No, that would be a mistake to say it flew through the air. Its force and cutting edge were so honed, the atmosphere literally split before its advance. In less time than it took the average human to blink, the terrible blade would be upon Gohan. If it struck as the demonic vessel hoped, it would slice him in half from shoulder to hip. Then everything was simply insane as the great bolts of energy rammed into the ground and shook Namek with its force. Once more Osiris was forced to retreat rather than risk getting harmed in the fall out of Chaos’ awe inspiring attacks. As he did, the youth noticed an odd weight and pressure on his leg. “You going to let go sometime today?” the pale youth arched an eyebrow as he posed the question to the saibaman still clinging to him.
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| Kularian | Mar 1 2013, 11:32 PM Post #11 |
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(Edit- obv jumping in on FG's team) "DAMMIT!" That had been Kularian when he'd arrived on Juno. The warrior had come, chasing an enormous power level after he'd left the fight with Quon. He'd felt the heat of the battle, the monstrous energy that was coming from where he was located. However, even with Instant Transmission, it seemed that he arrived too late. There was nothing here for him, except for a barren battlefield. He had paced the area over, but had not been able to find out any information. And then came over his scouter, the sounds of battle from Gohan. He had thought the man dead; he and the others had not seen him in a long time, now, and there was nothing that could be done about it, as far as they were concerned. He was... dead. But now he wasn't. And as Kularian turned his mind to that power level, he sensed it. THe thing that had been here. Just before he had about to go in, to fight that battle, there was another warrior there, who had come searching the same thing. THey had not exchanged any words, but the look in one another's eyes was enough to tell that they had the same, common goal. The two vanished, from there. They arrived on Namek, nearly in the very battle itself. Kularian's eyes went wide as he saw the power of the attack being charged, and his ally right in the receiving path of it. "GOHAN!" he roared out, before he sprinted forward, touched the man before the two flickered away, out of the path of the attack. "Why the FUCK would you try to beam battle that!?" he roared out, before he turned, seeing that the one who had done the attacking had kept his sights on Gohan... and thusly Kular. The warrior extended his hands, the electrical power echoing outwards before it absorbed the inital attack that came at him. He growled, taking a step backwards before the warrior launched another attack. "Son of a... KAIOKEN...TIMES NINETEEN!" He roared out, wincing to himself as the strain on his body pushed him to far beyond his normal maximum as he shrouded himself in his ki, letting the attack slam into him, shattering the barrier as he grunted, hissing as he felt the attack slamming into him. "Gah...." he panted, his body shuddering under the force of that attack. "Who the hell is this guy..." he panted, under his breath before he shook his head. "Doesn't matter..!" His body began to shift then, changing as he felt his bones twisting and grinding under his flesh before he exploded out with a howl of raw carnage. "I'M GOING TO RIP EVERY DAMN ONE OF YOU TO SHREDS!" he roared out, the madness from when he fought Quon still lingering. He needed to cut it off, to stop it, but now wasn't the time. "HRAAHHHH!" he roared out as he seemingly vanished, his body pushed by the power of Kaio Ken as he flickered to the more dangerous threat first, attacking before he flickered to his ally, the male. He didn't even register the Saibaman on his scales as he repeated it again, and again, the lupine warrior lashing back and forth between the two of them without even a moment's hesitation. As he landed, he stopped, just inches from the weaker of the two, not even looking to see whether or not his attack had landed before he let the ki drip from his fingers, creating a vicious 'net' of sorts. He wanted to beat them. Not beat them, as in win, but beat them to a pulp of bloody, squishy mass. The wolf was in full swing now as he threw it right at Osiris, ignoring the little creature stuck to his leg. "WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE, I AM GOING TO ENJOY KILLING YOU!" he roared, his eyes having turned bright yellow, and a well-crafted coat of mad spittle covering his maw. Kularian had all but lost it, it seemed. At least he wasn't attacking his allies.
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| Osiris | Mar 2 2013, 11:34 PM Post #12 |
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Osiris looked up from the little green creature which was once more grinning like a small child with its disturbingly vicious teeth. His cold amethyst eyes looking over the two ruined corpses laying amongst a field of bloodied rubble. No roar of victory escaped his lips, or even a sigh of relief of satisfaction . . . that just wasn’t his way. Death, it was like a crop one must slave over to bring to maturity, and when it has ripened one must also harvest it . . . or leave it to waste pointlessly. The Pallor Lord was loath to allow something so precious and unique go to waste. So his rituals began. Ingraining the memory of what happened deep into his synapses took first priority. The images and sounds began to play over in his mind once more: Seemingly out of nowhere, a short black haired man had swooped in and snatched the nameless saiyan out of harm’s way before the overwhelming might of the Regent’s attack. It was a most impressive display of speed and sheer luck the youth had seen in a long time. Just as they disappeared into thin air, the massive plasmic charge swept over the area leaving behind it a strip of smoldering wasteland. It was amazing how focused a person could become in a fight. The phenomenon is a two edge sword though. The more hyper focused you become on one threat, the more difficult it is to detect and respond to another. That was the lesson Osiris took away from what happened next. Though the new combatant’s determination to face and defend Chaos’ superior fire power head on was admirable, it was also foolhardy. The Pallor Lord brought his merciless, ki enhanced grip to bear against both opponents. It wasn’t originally intended to do that, but their proximity to one another ensured that they were ensnared by the artificial gravity well. Their altered weights caused the ground beneath their feet to crack and buckle, logic dictated that their bones were undergoing a very similar process. Even the surface of the saiyan’s armor began to buckle under the strain. The crumpling effect was undoubtedly doth causing pain, and ruining a large portion of the armor’s integrity. The acid unleashed by the small green creature clutching his leg had lesser effects. Washing over the armor it quickly began to corrode, and the exposed regions on the saiyan were not so lucky. Painful burns and blisters formed almost instantly. Under the intense pressure though, the liquid could not splash and extend its deadly to the man standing next to its initial target. It was a small comfort in the face of what was about to come. A moment later the final blow in the confrontation would be struck, and this is where Osiris focused most of his attention. After disappearing and reappearing to the enemies’ right in a haze of ethereal static, the Destructo Disk was unleashed at its phenomenal speeds. With his eyes skyward and a humming barrier of energy surrounding him, the Son of Cauldron wondered if the newcomer had felt safe in his defense. In a blur of motion gore splattered the ground in two wide sweeping arcs. Then, the pair of men were lost amid a sea of devastating energy blasts and a massive collection of dust. The Pallor reeled back the scene once more. This time it played forward in slow-motion. The large buzz saw of Ki covered the intervening distance in an uneventful heart beat. As it came into contact with the saiyan’s right arm though, the flash of color was astounding. Blood spread out, but before it could fly more than scant inches from the wound . . . things got much more gruesome. Biting through the armor and into the saiyan’s torso at an odd angle, the air pressure following behind the attack finally caught up. With a massive gust of wind the two portions of his body were shoved apart in a spray of internal organs made external. In the haze of red mist though, Osiris watched the relentless energy blade sliced into the man standing just on the other side following the same pathway through his body. It was in that moment of revive that the Pallor Lord realized that he most have never even seen the streaking topaz light. With his ally in between him, and the attack . . . the stranger’s peripheral vision simply was unable to pick it before it was too late. Once more the shower of gore ensued as the body was torn into four pieces. Both arms sliced cleanly away at the shoulders, and the torso split along an odd line which ran from upper spin to just above the hips. The barrier of energy erected to defend against the Cosmic Regent’s attack had been little more than paper against Osiris’. Intense explosions caused by the volley of crimson blasts subsided, there was a long drawn out silence. It was in this time that the youngest of the Cosmic Lords had taken to do his reflection, but now that would be over. “Go fetch me a piece from each please, and if you like take what you want.” A shriek of pleasure reverberated out of the saibaman’s child like mouth. He went skipping over the rubble pile with wild abandon. In short order his little claws were furiously working away to remove the loose debris from around the half buried and half decimated bodies. Another triumphant screech shook the air as it pulled free a hand still attached to its forearm. Which opponent it had belonged to was impossible to say. The skin had been either burnt away, or too dirtied to say what the complexion had once been. Quickly shoving the meatiest portion of the half-arm into its fanged mouth, the little green monster kept rummaging through the messy pile. At last it seemed satisfied with what it found. Without looking it chucked two objects over its shoulder back towards its master before sitting down to properly enjoy the man flesh it had recovered. Osiris was impressed by the creature’s rudimentary ability to problem solve. Surely the corpses would have been hard to distinguish from one another, especially with them cut into various pieces. So how would it be able to tell if it got a piece from each? The answer had come quickly it seemed: the heads. The Pallor Lord bent down and gripped one by the short bit of spinal column sticking out of its base and the other by the lower mandible which was only attached at one joint. Bring them both up to face level he debated which was which. It was nearly an impossible task considering the facial features and hair had been, for the most part, removed. In the end though, he decided that the skull with its jaw still intact was probably the newcomer’s. For the brief bit of time that Osiris had seen the two men standing side by side it did indeed seem like the saiyan was the lesser built of the two. It really didn’t matter though. A quick genetic scan would answer any questions of identity. “Regent,” the youth dipped his head slightly in a polite bow, “thank you for your assistance. You seemed more familiar with these assailants than myself. Care to tell what all this was about while we go back to my ship? My project is nearing its completion, and your opinion would undoubtedly be beneficial.”
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| thechosenone816 | Mar 3 2013, 03:36 AM Post #13 |
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*Joining on Kular's side. Champion LVL 2 + Combat Rune* "Well... guess I had to meet them sometime." Silver hair softly wove through the air in a light breeze, kicked up by some unseen wave of energy. Sanara's position in relation to the battlefield was close, but not so close as to be easily detectable... to anyone there, he may as well have been a passing fighter, or someone taking a nap; he had left more than enough room between them that there were other Power Levels, some as large as his own, between the fight and himself. And he had only paused to observe the state of the battle. He gripped the hilt of Zangetsu, eyes narrowing to slits. The air shifted around him, with no provocation, as though sensing the impending movement. As it lightly touched upon his pale skin, Sanara felt the world around him shifting, blurring, racing by. And then, he was there. His blade raised, already in striking position, hilt gripped with tightness that whitened his knuckles and bulged the veins in his right arm as it swept horizontally at the weakest non-friendly Power Level he could target. In a fluid motion the blow carried him through, beyond, and behind his target, the blade twisting in his arm, striking downward with the intensity of a lightning bolt from Zeus himself, a brilliant light flashing as the silver butcher sword glistened with an unnatural light, the energy creating an explosive wave of power. Sanara turned, focused himself on the next Power Level. A large one - larger even than his own, for the time being. His eyes narrowed as he targeted the man, and then bulged wide as he realized who it was. "Thy foes be worthy, thy blade be sharp, thy mind be sharper," Sanara thought to himself as he narrowed in on one of the only men capable of raising his blade and rivaling, perhaps even equaling the Youko. Their last bout had earned both his respect and his hatred. "Bankai." The word flowed from his lips like the finest of wine, dripping with a refined sort of power. The energy that radiated first from his sword and then himself, however, was hardly refined - it was a shock wave of radiant light and heat, filling the air with a thunderous crack as the blade was shrouded in the brilliance, emerging as an ebony blade no less dark or intimidating than the scythe of Death himself, knocking upon the door of all who gazed upon it. Sanara felt the renewed, dramatically increased energy that flowed through his veins... he felt it and reveled in every moment of it. But he took pleasure in the glorious feelings for only a moment, before taking full control of it. Sanara's right hand began to glow with a powerful energy, rising with every moment, while his left shot to his forehead. He paused, allowing energy to gather in both, right hand starting to put out a blue light almost as dazzling as the white that the sword had. Then, once more, the Youko vanished. But this time his distance was not so great, his time of travel even less measurable than before. He found himself now hovering over the Power Level of the black-haired fighter, arm raised, ignoring for the moment all the other fighters who were scattered around, from the human far to his right to the Saibaman far off to his left. Both were out of the range of his attack, but at the moment he hardly cared. He was focused entirely on obliteration. "KamehameHA!" Sanara shouted, putting extra emphasis on the last syllable, the blue beam of destruction unleashing itself upon the man. Sanara's entire being threw itself into the attack, and as soon as it was over, his next motion was already underway. His free hand had embedded itself within the pocket of his robe, and from it, he produced a lethal-looking grenade. He tossed it at Chaos, closing his eyes and covering his ears as the blast radiated. As soon as he felt the concussive wave, Sanara's aura blasted him backward as he surveyed the battlefield, eyes wild with excitement and adrenaline as he took in all the damage that had been caused, attempting to identify who the greatest threat now was, should any dare to return after receiving his attacks. His feet slid into position, his hands narrowing into small forms with nails outward like lethal, feral claws.
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| Bardock | Mar 4 2013, 12:03 AM Post #14 |
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[Joining my buddies. Also, I have a Combat Rune.] "I'm throwing you back out there. One more mistake and you're demoted," Ai said to Kakarot aboard his ship. "I'll step down if I feel like I can't handle it," said the Cosmic Butcher, obviously annoyed with Ai's condescending tone. She glared at him and turned to leave the ship. He was tempted to tell her to take his title and shove it, but he knew she was right. No more mistakes were to be made in the heat of battle. He was back on Namek where many things had happened for the Cosmic Empire, both good and not so good. He was being thrown back into war alongside his brothers, even though he had yet to work much with one of them. All things considered, that was the least of his problems. He would work with a Changeling Lord if he had to, as long as said Changeling was working toward furthering their overall plans. Let's get busy. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Ai's departure or the fact that Silent Lee had also disappeared. The little alien had hardly left his side, though maybe his time was up. Ai might have taken him to tend to other matters that needed a small, silent alien's expert skills in dealing with. No alien back-up and his armor was being remodeled. He still had most of his battle gear, but being without his armor would make protecting himself a little more difficult than usual. He had learned that all he had to do was hold out his hand and through some sort of sorcery he had not bothered to understand, Ai would send him whatever item he needed at the moment he needed in the heat of war. I'm always up for a challenge. --- Show time. Instead of waiting on a ride to the fight, he ran. Stoned, he let his semi-numb body carry him from island to island in large leaps. He finally arrived to where the source of all the noise and destruction was and released some of his suppressed power. He now stood on a large mass of land that looked like a storm had hit and wasn't done. His aura radiated from his muscular form, dancing and flickering off his black sleeveless shirt and black loose fit jeans. His black boots were covered in dried mud and soon blood if he was going to have as much fun as he was hoping for. Off in the distance, he saw with his reddened eyes a scattered group of warriors. His brothers had to be amongst them and would appreciate his assistance. They hardly ever denied each other the fun of battle, though the few times it happened just meant that it was personal for those involved. Now that he was certain that he would have his chance to flex more of his newly acquired power, he took off at a sprint toward the action. Flight would have to wait until it was necessary. He didn't want to alert anyone to his presence just yet. Is that a dog-man? Kakarot had his first victim in his sights. The adrenaline building up inside of him had completely overridden his high. Still a hundred or so yards away from the action, the Saiyan warrior charged up a crimson orb of Ki in his hands. It stretched into a mighty, poisonous trident of Ki. It was eight feet long and raised over Kakarot's right shoulder. He pointed his right hand toward his target to assist in his aim, making sure he wouldn't miss his mark. Confident that he wouldn't miss, he chucked the poisonous trident of Ki high into the air toward the dog-man. He heard it whistle and rip through the air upon it's ascent and smirked. That should help. He then leapt high into the air, leveled with his Ki javelin that had yet to descend upon its target. He quickly scanned the battlefield and sought out another target. He found a sword wielding enemy and thought he recognized his...head. He was certain that this man's head was decomposed on the hood of the Van. He was told that a former Cosmic Lord, Raizoku, had decapitated a fox man and took parts of his body as trophies. The former Lord was a man that Kakarot would have enjoyed teaming up with. Vegeta and Chaos had spoken highly of the crazed warrior. This one's for you, Rai. He formed a crimson orb of Ki in each hand and threw them into the air. He dropped to the ground a bit closer to the battle and by the time he looked up, they had repositioned themselves over the fox man. While they were merging, he looked over to the dog man and tossed over another pair of orbs that would merge. Each pair of orbs merged into one over each target. Scooby and the CarFax Fox would soon have Hell raining down on them. Slowly, the orb over Scooby split apart into countless smaller orbs and rained down. Then, the same had happened over the CarFax Fox. I've been watching too much T.V. Kakarot wouldn't need to watch anymore television for a long, long time after this battle. His continuously rising adrenaline momentarily gave way to his full power. His evil aura continued its dark radiance, dancing erratically after his power surge. He was almost worried that he might harm one of his allies again, but he was confident that they were used to his gung-ho fighting style. If not, then he might be forced to either change his ways or let another Lord take his position alongside Chaos. He knew who he preferred if he had to choose. He pushed the thought aside and closed the distance to the battlefield with long strides. Running helped get his blood flowing and his body loosened up for the coming action. Once he was close enough, he settled into a comfortable stance and waited to see how long it would take before all eyes were on him.
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| Chaos | Mar 4 2013, 12:41 AM Post #15 |
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Who let the dogs out? Things....just never ended so easily. Chaos’ dark eyes narrowed on the intruder who had momentarily saved Gohan from death. What a wasted effort, though, as the Saiyan boy stood still for a moment, shuddered, and then split in half diagonally in a wet pile of gore. This new comer, though, didn’t care for Gohan’s fate and instead turned his attentions abruptly to attacking the Regent and Osiris. Chaos watched as the first slash of the strange creature’s claws met Osiris but by the time the wolf-like warrior turned to attack him, the Regent already had a simple plan formed. As the beast’s claws shrieked through the air, which Chaos had already seen done to his partner, he simply leaned away from the strike, took a few steps back and avoided the feral attacks with relative ease. He rushed back in front of Osiris to defend him, but was an instant too late to stop the energy net from ensnaring the young Lord. And then, something else caught his attention. A power-- a familiar one, and a large one at that. A flash of steel. The clang of anguished metal crying out. It was as much reflex as it was experience and cunning that forced him to work Ea into a feverish defense when Sanara appeared in front of him trying to end Osiris. The legendary weapon collided with his foe’s blade with incredible force causing his right hand to sting from the impact, but his familiarity with swords certainly saved him and Osiris from a worse fate. Pressure and energy crashed through him when the Yoko decided to turn things up a bit. He already recognizes how outmatched he is from the last time He smiled, cold and cunning, as he merely watched the eruption of power that caused the world to tremble. The Regent stood tall and menacing, unimpressed. All that power did not save him the last time they met, why would it save him now that Chaos was the stronger fighter? A silly notion, but hey they have to try right? Right? Chaos’ ego inflating train of thoughts ended immediately when Sanara vanished completely. His blood pressure spiked as the impending danger of losing track of his enemy gripped his soul. A fatal mistake in most cases, but generally it meant that the opponent went one of two locations. No power level behind. Above! His eyes shot up as Sanara chanted ‘hame’ and he coiled up, prepared to take the brunt of the attack. It was rough, knowing that the attack would come from one of two ameture locations but not being fast enough to react. When the Yoko finished the command, something had activated along Chaos cybernetic frame in reaction to his fear and as the blast washed over him in a destructive cascade of energy, it all suddenly seemed to shrink and contort into Chaos. A massive circle around him was destroyed, blackened and smoldering grass surrounded him but he was unharmed. He straightened up to meet Sanara’s eyes. He gave the man a wink from an unnaturally bright scarlet eye before undertaking his own transformation. They want to bring the big guns out so soon, then the Cosmic Empire would respond empathically. A black column of Ki surrounded his body and split the sky. The world trembled at his might and the air around them became electric, charged with the abundant power radiating from the Cosmic Regent. Crimson wisps of Ki danced all along the towering inferno, but as quickly as it began the ritual ended. And there stood the cosmic Regent in all his glory, adorned with his traditional black armor. He was unchanged physically save for a slight spiky-ness to his hair that didn’t exist before. ”Ah looks like the zoo is in town, eh? You there, I know you. Why do you insist on budding into matters that don’t concern you? Now I’m afraid I’m going to have to euthanize both of you muts!” he said, his voice now a grotesque mockery of the sweet tones of the master manipulator it belonged to. Then he picked up upon another arrival. This guest was welcomed, though, and the Regent kindly made sure to create enough distance between himself and the hell storm that came down upon the two hounds. He gave a simple nod and warm smile to his second in command, Kakarot. Shit, as it were, just got real. A sinister smirk stretched his lips and he lifted his right hand to the sky. If he so wishes he could exterminate every life form on Namek, almost the fate Juno suffered. However he only had two targets today and the were both about to be in a lot of danger. Chaos suddenly erupted with raw energy, a gust of gale force wind flattening the landscape around the three Cosmic Lords, and a fountain of never ending destruction filled the sky. Thousands...millions....it didn't really matter. A countless number of blasts, each more powerful than anything unleashed on the universe before, all aimed at two single targets (all though a few did fly into stray Namekians). A tornado formed around the three Lords, a violent maelstrom of power absolutely decimating where the two mutts were or anywhere they could hope to go, the energy signatures of both men his single focus.
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| Kularian | Mar 5 2013, 03:07 AM Post #16 |
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The warrior landed, having flickered from Chaos, hissing under his breath as he saw the fellow avoid his attack before he slashed through Osiris' body. His body was surging with power right now, and he wanted to be the one that was the victor in all of this. Gohan was here with him, and even with the overwhelming power of his enemy, he had no doubt at all that the two of them would be able to overcome all of this. There was nothing that the two of them couldn't handle, given all they'd done together on Yardrat, and on Kelioux. They'd done all manner of adventures together... and then he was gone. He'd met Rem and Sai during their brief expedition to Toffit, and the Namekian had told him that a large Saiyan had been the death of their ally... and then Rem had avenged that death. ...and then he'd appeared here, looking to hunt and kill the one that had practically reduced that planet back there, Juno, to rubble. He'd arrived here, and the sight of his ally and friend being here, being alive was something that had caused him to feel a sudden rush of joy and adrenaline. It was like finding a childhood friend after two dozen years. He had seen the fix that Gohan had gotten himself into, and managed to get him out of it, and then they separated for a brief moment to confront the two enemies. He sent aside the attacks from Chaos, and then went after them both, dashing at the leader, and then at the subordinate. The former avoided that strike, and then he paused after the second strike, the blood leaking from his claws as he turned to look at Gohan, and make sure he was okay. His eyes widened at what he saw. Gohan... was in two pieces. He was dead. And as he watched, that little son of a bitch, that green piece of shit was going towards the body, looking to play with some of the limbs. The warrior had no words, nothing but a cold fire filled him, and he felt that flame start to build in his abdomen. "You son of a bitch..." he growled out, his hands twitching and his claws extending. "I'm going to rip you apart..." he hissed, growling low under his breath as he took a step towards the Saiba, before his eyes flickered over, back to the man who was still recovering from his attack. No... the Saiba may be disgracing the dead, but this had to be the one that did it. He'd been too focused on killing them, on trying to do enough damage to stop them, that he hadn't seen whatever had happened to Gohan. "You..." he spoke, his voice filled with cold, unending death on his lips. He wanted nothing more than to rip the man apart, to rend him limb from limb, leaving nothing but a trail of gore in his wake. Unlike the rest of the members of the Justice League, Kularian was a little more enamored and less affected by murder, regardless of hot or cold blooded. He was their frontline warrior, their main fighter, the one that ripped people apart while the rest interrogated their leader. When they needed something dead, that's who they sent. And now, all of that training was coming to a head, right now, while he felt that rage going cold in his veins. Usually it was a hot-blooded, violent rush that was flowing through him but now... it felt like ice in his veins. He was in shock, he was sure, but he didn't even acknowledge it as he took a step towards Osiris. And then, his scouter began to beep, and he saw that there was someone else approaching. And from the power signature, he could tell that it was the fellow that he'd met on Juno, and didn't even blink as the fellow shot forward, aiming for his prey, but Chaos had defended it for him, and then the two took the fight elsewhere, once more leaving Kularian alone with his prey. A low, predatory growl escaped Kularian's throat then, and his eyes flashed as he readied himself. His body was ready, his mind was set. His foe was caught in that net he had used, and was ripe for Kularian to kill him. Eagerly, he grinned, saliva dripping from his fangs. And then his scouter beeped again. "What in the fuck!?" he roared out, howling out his final word as he looked at the intruder, who was heading towards him. The other was quite a distance off, but Kularian's scouter saw the gathering of energy in that right hand. "Just trying to hunt and everyone keeps getting in my goddamned WAY!" he roared, his body flickering upward as the spear that was thrown hit the ground where he'd been before detonating; the warrior not at all caring if it harmed Osiris or not. After all, the more that the prey was weakened, the easier they were to hunt... He hovered in the air for a moment as he saw the Saiyan throw some orbs of ki into the air over Kularian's new ally, Sanara. KUlarian wasted absolutely no time as he moved over to where the orbs had fused... and slammed his fist into it, sending it back down, in pieces, back at the saiyan incursion. "STAY OUT OF MY HUNT!" he roared as another pair of orbs fused near him and he flipped forward, before slamming his foot down on that one, too, before it did anything crazy, sending a storm of ki down at that saiyan. He growled then as he moved back to the ground, trying to get to Osiris before the man recovered, and he stepped forward hungrily, claws twitching. And once more, Kularian's scouter beeped. "For the love of," he began, before he looked up at the leader of this outfit, and gave a low, hissing growl. "What in the nine fucks is that!?" he roared out as the power began to build. Blasts began to filter down from above him then, circling down from the heavens, though if Kularian had to guess, this was as the flames of hell, right now. With a grunt, the warrior slammed his hand into the earth without even the slightest bit of resistance as he pulled out what appeared to be a tree root, and then it seemed like most of the tree came with it as the blasts began to circle around before flying downward towards him. He used the tree itself as a bit of defense... well, for a moment. The first blast that struck the tree caused it to explode into a storm of splinters, sending pieces all around him. "Son of a bitch," he growled as the next blast came down, and Kularian brought up his arms to defend himself, protecting his vitals. The attack came in, slamming into his body and knocking him back a half step. It wasn't all that dangerous, on its own, but then the next blast, and the stinging in his arms intensified, and then the next came, and the next came. THe warrior let his aura flare up around him, using it to help to at least nullify the blasts as they came down on him. "Goddammit!" he roared out as they struck again, and again, lancing him and striking with explosions. He had never seen an attack like this; this was impossibly dangerous to defend against. However, Kularian felt his body moving. He didn't have any way at all to simply avoid them all. There was too many coming down, too may coming in from everywhere as he began to attack them, avoid them, block them, doing every thing that he could do for his own survival. He knew that his ally was here too, Sanara, but he couldn't be bothered to help him, right now. He needed to survive, to continue his hunt. This bastard, even with all of his power, wasn't going to keep Kularian down. "HRRAAAAHHHH!" he roared out as he let his power flare out some as he continued to block the attacks as they came in, making certain that his vitals were never damaged. Kularian couldn't tell how long the attack went on, but he ignored the fact that his arms were numb, his legs were numb. His body ached everywhere else, but through the cloud of smoke, his vision turned towards where his prey was located. His scouter told him that the warrior was still there. Good. "Gh..." he panted out, before he pushed past that pain, using raw rage, and pure, unchecked anger to see him through this. That fucker was still responsible for the death of his friend and ally... and he didn't care if his body was wracked with pain... he was alive, and he was going to rip this bastard limb from limb. The warrior flickered out from the cloud of smoke, moving quickly despite the pain wracking his body. "I'm going to kill you," he spoke as he closed the distance as he passed the saiba and Gohan's body, and at first, there was no rhyme, no reason to his attacks as he slashed out viciously with his claws. Arms, legs, body, face, Kularian didn't care. He had to see blood, had to feel the lifeblood bleeding out from this man before him. With all the chaos (no pun intended) he didn't even imagine that this bastard before him had the barest of attempts to defend against these attacks. The wolf gave a grin as he slashed his claws across the man's eyes, hoping to cut off any sight he might have. Then with that swipe, his attacks became more coordinated and focused as he purely and simply attempted to disembowl the man. Ripping and slashing at the man's stomach, he ripped through the armor, his attacks falling and striking like an unending storm as his claws aimed for the metal, the under armor, everything that protected the soft vitals from the vicious wolf's attacks. "Blood, blood, die die die!" he roared out, his eyes wild as he felt the madness start to build inside of him. Damn that Quon... and that thing that lived in his core... And then, for a brief moment, it took hold, and Kularian's attacks turned, leaving any bloody holes in the man's armor behind as he turned to the throat. His claws raked at the armor, peeling it apart, exposing that tender, succulent flesh that lay beneath. It was like tearing apart a crab, the rough exoskeleton protecting the soft flesh beneath before Kularian's eyes widened as he saw it and lunged forward, his claws ready to rend the last of that armor away, so that he could, in the future, rip out that throat. OOC: Current Setup- Click here
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| Rem | Mar 5 2013, 03:08 AM Post #17 |
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The Super Namek
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"... You aren't going to like it." "Where is the Energy reading coming from?" "... Nam..." Before Knight-Commander Jorn could even finish the name of Rem's ancestral home, he was gone. He had been dispatched to Juno days ago, days too late to do anything about the near-catastrophe that had taken place there. Hell, since when were 200,000 lost souls considered fucking 'acceptable casualties'. Since someone had begun leaving a trail of disaster across the galaxy, burnt out planets and genocidal rampage in their wake. Two planets dead, one of them a backwater rock with few people able to actually live upon it, and one of them a fringe, moderately populated world. Juno had been the third, and only the Shield Generators that had protected the majority of the 2 million inhabitants of that world had saved it from complete annihilation as well. Now, they were on Namek? Fuck. That. Rem had been able to find a small sample of energy still in the atmosphere of Juno, even days after the attack that had murdered a tenth part of its populace. He had uploaded that sample of twisted, dark energy to the Paladin Database, and had awaited word if it arose again and was picked up by any of the Protectorate Forces. It had been a long shot. Thus far, whoever the fiends who had been marching a path of death across the galaxy had kept to unaffiliated, or low population worlds. Juno had been the first 'significant world' they'd hit, and even it was moderately populated. Namek... Damn. Namek had an even smaller population than Juno, and didn't have the tech base to be able to support powerful shielding over its villages and towns. Even Sheru City was barely a blip compared to the metropolis that spanned Earth and other such worlds. Rem appeared upon his father's home soil in a flash of brilliant energy. Already his scouter was screaming warnings due to the ridiculously powerful energy output. "Oh God..." he prayed, "Please let them be after the Dragonballs." That really was the only hope. If that was the case, then surely they wouldn't be so foolhardy as to destroy the Namekian people... Surely... Rem's heart soared, and sunk, as he cleared the last rise and saw... Hell on Namek. Thousands upon thousands of blasts were reaching into the sky before raining down. Raining down on two figures... His people were safe, apparently... But Rem's best battle buddy was not. Even as the Namekian watched dozens, hundreds, more of the flaming projectiles slammed into his friends body- who was trying as valiantly as he might to defend himself against the epic level attack. Rem put on a burst of speed, but he was going to be too late to do anything before it was over. He watched in amazement as his friend rose from one knee, back to his feet... And CHARGED?! It was insanity, the level of pure animal intensity and rage that exuded from the Lismian Juggernaut for a few moments. But the damage, his fatigue... He slowed, and soon there was a lull in the action as everyone seemed to try to comprehend the last few moments events. Rem touched down beside Kular, ignoring the other, unknown warrior who had been getting attacked by those raging blasts as well. "Hold still," Rem said, his voice as soothing as he could make it. He wasn't sure if Kular was fully blood mad yet, "If you want to fight, bro, Hold on for one second... Then... rip their god damn faces off." With that, the Namekian laid his hand gently upon Kularians shoulder, fishing out one of his Dyno Capsules and bringing out the Staff that he used to better channel his energy. It had been a gift from Guru during the Insurrection of the Son's of Namekku-Sei, months ago. Green energy surrounded, coated, and seemed to flow into his wolfen friend. "Gohan." Kular mumbled through a canine muzzle, and pointed his hand in the distance, towards... A saibaman. His eyes never left his prey, however. Rem was confused, but gave Kular a tap on the shoulder a second later and moved over to where the Saibaman was... eating something. As Rem approached, he realized that it was the body of someone... "Oh, God... No." Rem muttered, realizing what Kular had meant. How the fuck had this happened? Gohan was dead! He had died on Earth, months ago. Rem had avenged his death by taking the head of the fucker known as Broli, a man who considered himself some sort of Saiyan legend, but had proven to be nothing more than a child murderer and a piss poor fighter when it came down to it. Rem felt... everything in that instant. Rage, Sorrow, Confusion, Hatred, Regret, Remorse... How... How the fuck had Gohan gotten back to the mortal Realm, and how in the hell had he come to be here, fighting the Namekian's enemies- whoever the hell they might be. Rem could never be sure what happened to him in that next instant. It was similar to something he had felt once more, when a blast of raging fire had poured out of him and destroyed the Namekian Abomination known as Sekt- who had forcibly absorbed other Namekian's to make himself stronger. The fire came again, welling up from somewhere deep inside of him, and Exploding with a ferocity he could not comprehend. He could not breathe, or speak. He could barely hold onto his sanity as the thing, which he knew must be 'The Phoenix' (whatever it may be) poured out of him, rose into the air, the same as before, and crashed down upon Gohan. For some reason, Rem knew it was not a destructive force. He knew... it was life, that had come out of him now. Rem gasped, instantly fatigued from whatever had taken hold of him, and fell to one knee. Before him... Gohan stood, whole once more, and eyes full of confusion. Rem breathed deep and long before smiling at the Justice League's young comrade; "Heroes die Kid, Quit trying to be a hero. Take care of that, will ya?" Rem asked, nodding his head towards the Saibaman, who was standing around looking rather confused that his apparent meal had suddenly gotten back to its feet. It was time to face his enemies, Rem decided, and forced himself to his feet. He would quickly regain the power he had lost, resurrecting Gohan. The Phoenix always returned to him, well, it had the one time it had shown itself before, and he assumed the same held true. Rem turned, and began to lope across the field of battle. He stopped in the middle. Enemies were all around him. One of them in particular, however, was the strongest. The Namekian warrior saw something glinting upon the ground as he stood there. It was... quite pretty. And it seemed to emanate a powerful aura about it. Shrugging, he bent down and picked it up, tossing it into a belt pouch for later examination. (WBG) "I hope these things are worth the effort I took to find them..." Rem said, pulling out another capsule, putting his staff between his arm and body, and pressing the activation button. The Gauntlets of Zekka, a supposed hero of the Tayou people from bygone days, lay within his hands. They had power, he could feel that. He just wasn't sure WHAT that power was yet. No better time to try and figure it out than during a battle, he figured. A second later the Namekian decided to start off with a bit of a light show. "FIENDS OF THE GALAXY, ENEMIES OF CIVILIZATION. IT IS TIME TO MEET YOUR DOOM!" He roared across the field of batle, doing his best to toss his voice over the din of battle and imminent death. His power rose in that moment, and the next- skyrocketing to its near penultimate heights. "CHAA!" he shouted, his hands gathering energy, channeling it through him, and then releasing it as twin beams of energy that soared into the sky. In moments they would explode, and rain down energy upon his foes. He made sure to calculate the trajectory to avoid where Gohan and the Saibaman were scuffling, he really didn't want to have to bank on being able to call upon the Phoenix, or have it take him over, again...
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| Pierce | Mar 5 2013, 03:09 AM Post #18 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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Gohan wasn’t sure what exactly had happened to him. Everything had gone past quickly after that strange beam had clashed against him. New fighters had been intervening left and right…even Kular had seemed to have been there. But the last thing Gohan had seen was what looked like the Destructo Disk technique, sailing towards him…and then it was all gone. He had found himself, floating in a never-ending white space. But then a small area of land had appeared in the distance…a building resting upon the golden clouds of the Next Dimension. In a flash the Half Saiyan realised where he was. “Oh, damnit, not here!” He had yelled. He had died again. The Half Saiyan shook his head in frustration as he realised he would, yet again, have to find some way to escape the land of the dead. But before he could think any more, he heard a voice. “Heroes die kid, quit trying to be a hero.” It sounded like…Rem? And then Gohan was dazzled by a flash of golden light. It flashed over everything around him, and Gohan had to close his eyes as the light became blinding. Slowly the attack on his eyes faded, and as that happened Gohan suddenly realised he was no longer floating…he was lying on the ground. “I…Rem…what?” He asked, slowly opening his eyes and sitting up. To the Half Saiyan’s surprise he found that he was on the Planet Namek still. “Was I…brought back?” Looking around, the Psychic Master found he was still on the same battlefield before, but it was now populated by many more people. In a quick look around he spotted Rem, Kular, and… “Dad?” Gohan was shocked to find someone who looked ever so slightly similar to his father, from his own timeline. Was this the version of this timeline? Honestly, the Half Saiyan was surprised it had taken this long to finally meet him. And he had a feeling they weren’t on the same side. Quickly getting to his feet, Gohan reached into the pouch on his belt and grabbed a Senzu Bean. Tossing the small green energy food into his mouth, the Half Saiyan then raised his hand, charging up his ki in it. Then, using a new type of ki ability Grand Kai had taught him, he started to cool the energy. It went from hot to lukewarm, and then finally to a freezing cold. Gohan than scanned the battle field for Osiris' green creature and threw his cold shot forward. He wanted to keep that thing out of the fight, but hopefully he could avoid hurting too bad. As he unleashed his energy, Gohan noticed something was wrong with his ki. It did not have the same…heat as before. All of the burning power Gohan had felt was gone. It seemed that he had reverted to his base form after dying. However, he could still feel it inside him…that boiling, angry ki. There was still a little bit still in his body, and Gohan hung onto it, extending it and letting it flow. He could never explain to anyone else how Super Saiyan worked, but by gripping on to the feeling of it he was still able to access it. Powering up and screaming again, Gohan found he immediately went back into the form. It was certainly getting easier, now. The Half Saiyan then unleashed a technique he had once thought would be a one-hit wonder, though now it had revealed its usefulness several times. His body and power level split into two, and then there were two weaker Super Saiyans standing on either side of where Gohan had just been. While one of the Half Saiyans stood where he was, the other scanned the battlefield and found his target. The green creature that was accompanying Osiris. That Gohan than charged forward to attack. He knew his Ice Blast wouldn't keep that thing at bay forever...so he'd have to do it. At least this way he'd still be able to fight in battle while only half of him fought the green thing. Word Count: WC: 699 TWC: 4,684 Actions: 1. Eat Sensu Bean (+50%) 2. Ice Blast @ Saibadude (5%) 3. Become Super Saiyan (0.7%) 4. Deca Form (7.7%) 5. (Gohan 1) Grapple Osiris' Saiba (0.7%) Tactician. Lost (too many doods) Ki: Ki Gained: 35.9% Total Ki Used: 59.1% Stamina Drain: 11,662 Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 35% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 164,463/250,382 Ki: 125,191 Strength: 30,974 Speed: 29,597 Toughness: 38,887 Stamina: 14,052/25,714 Vitality: 26949 Damage Taken: 86% Damage Dealt: 100% Determination: 303 Charisma: 245 Intelligence: 1,051 Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Champion's Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Silent Shoes Wizard Belt Kunai Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 2/4 Scroll of Yaidrat (stolen by Osiris) Energiser (used) Stasis Grenade (used) Stun Grenade Ki Well (used) Ki Buffer Odin-Class Cruiser Mark IV Anti-Personnel Warhead Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 6 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 1 Teleports Remaining: 1 Kunai Attacks Remaining: 3 Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1 |
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| thechosenone816 | Mar 6 2013, 04:25 PM Post #19 |
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Sarge of ADBZ
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Sanara's blows were blocked - no matter. As his black robes whipped in the wild currents of battle, so too would the tides of battle shift. He would wear down his opponents, slowly, but surely - and with all the intensity and force of a thousand waves crashing upon a shore. But first, he had to survive. A vision came to mind - ki blasts, raining from the sky. His vision shifted, and suddenly it was as though he were existing in two realities at once. Far above he saw the Saiyan that had joined the battle firing a blast, but at the same time, he could already see the ki raining down upon him. It was a translucent blue, almost impossible to see against the sky, but somehow visible with perfect clarity at the same time. He moved between the falling blasts, seeing their paths before they even arrived, moving himself into whatever empty space he could find. The blasts rained down, always a second or two behind the Youko, who weaved between them in a way that would've seemed nearly impossible from the outside. But, even as the last of the blasts fell down, more yet came, and Sanara's mind was pounding. His vision of the (very near) future was fading, and they continued down. He wouldn't be able to dodge, wouldn't be able to move, he had to- "EYAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Sanara's shout was laced with power so thick that the air above him shook and shivered, the ki blasts starting to shatter one by one, the air filled with shards of ki that were suddenly fracturing and travelling through the air in every direction. And yet, even then, as the last ki blasts fell to pieces in front of him and Sanara took in a long gasp of air, the danger had not passed. The dark warrior suddenly surged with ki, and he knew that the attack that was coming was powerful. Thousands of black ki blasts, travelling through the air. Some seemed undirected by the man - they crashed down on the land, or on the nearby inhabitants, judging by the Power Levels rapidly disappearing from the surrounding area. But a surprising number were coming for him and the wolf man. "Well... shit." Sanara didn't have very much time to react, but he did have a few tricks up his sleeve. He took Tensa Zangetsu and funneled ki into and through it, allowing the blade to add some of his own strength to it, laid it across his right arm parallel to the forearm, and then crossed both of his arms, keeping the blade side of his right arm out in front. He backed up to a small hill and curled himself into a tight ball. Explosions rocked his body, from all sides. Many blasts were directed at him, but the sheer mass of them seemed to make many of them difficult to aim, particularly once he made himself as small a target as possible. Some hit to his sides, slowly wearing away at the hill, while others impacted on the blade, his forearms, and his knees which were protectively bent to prevent any blasts hitting... more painful regions. The onslaught lasted for several seconds. His blade was battered, but the ebony metal received no more than scratched; his forearms fared somewhat less well. The right one was largely protected save for the burn marks that covered it where the heat of the blasts had singed hair and the outermost layer of skin, but his left arm had received direct impacts. It, in addition to his knees, was now covered in several blood-spattered patches where the blasts had either burned away his skin or simply torn it apart with brute force. But Sanara didn't let the pain get to him. His left arm was damaged quite badly, but he didn't need it for wielding his sword. He stood up straight, eyes steady while his arms shook off the dust and burnt skin. Behind him, where there had been a hill, there was now a crater. But Sanara knew that now, with his eyes wide open and his opponent still reeling, was the time to strike. "Now... for the follow through." After his grenade had exploded and having wasted so much time defending, Sanara knew he only had a split second to act. Of course, for fighters at this level, a split second may as well have been a lifetime, so long as you weren't afraid. Hesitation was death, retreating was execution. Sanara threw himself into battle with the furor of a tsunami. His glowing blue aura suddenly shifted. At first it was delicate, almost unnoticeable - then as if the sparks had ignited the entire aura into one massive blaze, his entire aura lit up in a bright crimson, so colorful and fluorescent that even his skin became colored a dark red color. His muscles bulged, and as he approached the dark warrior, his speed was even greater than it had been before. But even the crimson was overwhelmed by the blue light emanating from his hands - glowing blue ki wrapped itself around his hands, forming around his clenched fists as if it were a glove, while a long wolf-like howl emanated from his palms. Four strikes. Rapid ones - powerful ones, all launched nearly simultaneously at the dark warrior. Two for the temples, two more at similarly vital areas - the throat, and then as he moved behind the warrior, the base of the skull. He continued the onslaught, the ki around his hands glowing and whirring with an intensity rarely seen, as he launched four kicks at the fighter's back. Two he aimed for the kidneys, just above the waist, then two more he drove at the man's spine. Sanara knew the effects of his little grenade would not last long - he had to deliver more powerful blows. He raised one arm with palm flat, fingers extended, and chopped down at the fighter's neck, aiming for the brachial plexus nerves, the bottom of his hand aimed for the bottom half of the fighter's neck where the sensitive nerves lay. Then he moved in front, mentally whispering things as he effortlessly transitioned from one move to the next. Solar Plexus... Two quick strikes, aimed at the sternum of the fighter and then just below it, fully intent on knocking the wind out of the man. Then, one final strike. He punched forward and down, twisting his fist as he drove it just below the man's rib cage and into his diaphragm. Then, he threw himself backward, hands once again diving for his blade. Sanara found his next target quickly - he needed to eliminate the rest of their enemies so that they would hold a far superior advantage in terms of numbers... the arrival of the Namekian had aided them, and the revival of the Saiyan - something he'd rarely seen before - but it was still far too even for his taste. "Let's fix that." Sanara's form blurred, his body shifting and waving in the wind as he rushed toward the lowest Power Level he could find on the opposite side, blade held behind him, moving forward as he reached the final few yards, the strike coming down like lightning with all the speed and force he could muster. As the blade flashed down it caught the light, sending a brilliant streak across the battlefield. Sanara didn't even pause - he was already moving as he reached the end of his stroke, now toward the Saiyan, his blade once more beginning to strike. This time, the light that the blade shone with was not from the sun, nor from any other source - it emanated from within, a strangely white light coming from the raven blade, leaving behind a trail as he started swiping rapidly, expertly, with each stroke aimed to kill as he assaulted the Saiyan. Throat, heart, lungs, kidneys, eyes - every spot that he could even hope to kill a man with was struck at least once, blow after blow, stabbing, slashing, and striking, each blow raining down so harshly that even the Youko was surprised by his strength.
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| Osiris | Mar 8 2013, 05:12 PM Post #20 |
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Pallor Lord
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The attack, the speed, the timing . . . it all seemed perfect. It was not. In a heartbeat, a massive impact tore into the Pallor Lord’s left shoulder sending him stumbling in an attempt to stay on his feet. Instinctively, he tried to raise his arms to balance. It was little help. A slight tingling sensation was the only thing registering from his left arm that had gone completely numb and almost equally unresponsive. Before the Son of Cauldron could pull himself together, a familiar technique wrapped its tendrils around his body. Electricity flowed into his muscles causing them to contract painfully while the net resisted his movements like some creature from the deepest depths of the seas. Then the pain started. A hot rushing stream of information broke through a damn and flooded Osiris’ mind. The shock had finally given way to the enormous amount of damage that had rent armor and flesh alike. Frustration welled inside him as the Screams of Cauldron went from a tiny buzzing in his ears to the roaring sound of the ocean set in motion during a great storm. Blackness started to touch the edges of his vision and the infectious fingers of madness caressed the edges of his mind. The world lost its meaning. The massive explosions that ripped Namek apart, the crashing of metal verse metal, the screams of the injured . . . all of them were nothing but distant echoes as the youth’s introverted nature took him deep inside. His body was little more than a rigid statue amid a mass of confusion that escalated from a skirmish to full-scale warfare. Hunched over in the obsidian cut throne that rested upon the massive pillar of ice, Osiris let loose the pent up emotions in a way he hadn’t for a very long time. Tears streaked down his cheeks as he clutched his face with both hands. Failure was beating down the door of his life, and it brought with it death. It wasn’t just any death though . . . it was meaningless death. Everything he had worked for was being stripped away from him by strangers that might as well have been as faceless as the man that destroyed his home. He could feel them, the projections of his ancestral heritage . . . his conflicting halves. They did not speak as they stood there watching. Something about them always felt old, like they had been blessed by countless memories passed through Osiris’ bloodline. He was still so young though, a fact even he forgot sometimes. In that instant though, it was an inescapable reality as every second of his miniscule twenty years was about to be erased. Every desperate hope and every broken dream cast aside to be swallowed by the unending march of time. Finger nails dug into his face as the sense of hopelessness pressed on him greater than any gravity could. He could not bring himself to look up, to look at the tattered remains of Cauldron which studded the skies of his inner world. The graves of his people suspended in space. It was that sense of impossible odds, of inevitable failure which had laid him so low. Every step he took, every plan he laid out . . . he always met a seemingly unreasonable amount of opposition as though the universe loathed his very existence. Then, a hand gently grasped his shoulder. A terrible voice, a voice that spoke with thousands of tones and inflections all at once, reached out to him, “Self-pity does not befit a lord, or a god. Make no mistake that you belong as both. Will you just lay down and die like a coward?" Osiris lifted his head just enough to look back over his shoulder with red rimmed eyes. His relationship with Myriad was . . . insane. Its words taunted him, inspired him, comforted him, and scowled him all at once. There was always a random chance the mass of spiritual entities would attempt to take over his body, but on occasion it was also the youth’s greatest ally. The cacophony of disharmony rose once more, “Your allies, men who expect nothing in return but your loyalty, are out there waging a war for your survival. They had no obligation to come to your aid. HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN WHO YOU ARE, OSIRIS?!” His jaw clenched as his teeth ground together. Turning his head, he looked into the faces of the two men that stood before him. It was like looking into slightly different versions of his own reflection. Both had their faces set into the emotionless requiem great warriors wore into battle. A slight nod of determination was the only response Osiris got from either. It was a simple gesture that resonated within him. Finally, he forced himself to look up at the fractured wastes of Cauldron. A sudden surge of hate evaporated the wetness from his cheeks. Among the orbiting ruble was a faint visage of Android One, a constant reminder of his prey. He was not alone anymore though. Faces without names began to appear amongst the planetary corpse. They were the faces of the men attacking him, the men trying to destroy the Pallor Lord and everything he represented. “No.” the word came out as a low rumble and caused the world to fade back to reality. A second later, Osiris was back in his real body as the wolf man, who was covered in brutal wounds himself, lunged at the youth. Still trapped inside the net, the Son of Cauldron could only move ever so slightly as his enemy brutalized his body. The blows came randomly at first, and then one claw raked across his face. The force of the strike turned the Lord’s head as it ripped up the right side of his face. Blood poured into his eye as the tattered eyelid no longer fully protected the optical nerve. A burning sensation shot straight into his brain as the eye called out in distress. It was enough to madden a lesser man. The feeling only spurred on the ever growing hatred in the Pallor Lord’s heart. The armor on his abdomen was rent open and the skin beneath received several deep lacerations. There wasn’t time to focus on that though. In rapid succession, blow after blow bruised the flesh around his throat and the windpipe below. Once more the youth was set staggering backwards as blood choked out of his mouth. Dizziness took him for a second, but then he realized the bounds holding him had broken . . . though the effects of the electricity had not fully passed. As he rebalanced himself in defiance to gravity, Osiris watched as his attacker's wild abandon finally gave away to his wounds. The wolf man dropped to the ground with a heavy thud. Small puddles of blood formed around him. A Namekian rushed to the man’s aid and attempted to flood the furred body with healing energy, and in that instant the Pallor Lord had another enemy. Despite the closing of the wounds covering the wolfman’s body, he did not get back up. The utter shock and violence he had experienced likely setting him into a coma state in a desperate attempt to heal. If he ever woke up, it would take time. Taken to a safe place by his allies, he might even survive. What happened next astounded Osiris and filled him with a strange mixture of feelings. In a torrent of flames the saiyan was reborn. It was . . . a completely unbelievable power. More importantly it was a power the youth craved instantly. He had to learn what it was, and how it had been done. That required surviving though. Within moments, the namekian went from bestowing life on a strong armed thief to attempting to strip it away from the Cosmic Lords present. A great orb of ki rose into the air and then let loose a rain of smaller blasts. The shimmering streaks of light cast strange shadows at odd angles over the battlefield. With his muscles still responding sluggishly, there was simply no way for Osiris to avoid them. “No . . . no . . .no!” each word came out more hard set then the last. Explosions engulfed the youth’s body in a fiery inferno a second later. “NO!” the word raced out from the blazing area over the sound of destruction. The explosions suddenly imploded taking with them their fire and power. Rather than a formless mass of wanton energy, the attacks were molded and bound around the youth’s body which was aglow with royal purple ki. The Pallor Lord’s form seemed to take on a more sinister look as though he were a demon stepping out of hell. Another flash of light came streaking in towards Osiris. The glint of steel barely visible under the shroud of burning ki as a sword descended. It was . . .an inaccurate attack to say the least. The fox eared alien seemed disoriented and as though he were simply pushing his body to lash out at whatever took to his fancy. His speed was too great for the level of control he was exerting. Rather than strike the youth on his right shoulder with the more effective cutting edge of the weapon, he overshot and struck with the portion just next to the hilt. The somewhat blunted strike skimmed across the protective layer of ki and the curve of his pauldron. There was still enough force to drop Osiris to one knee, but thankfully the vast majority of the damage was adverted. Even the flame coating was diminished to near nothing. The heat of the Lord’s own cloak of fire and the lack of oxygen to fuel it within the already amassed inferno made it nothing more than a mild irritation. Then the warrior turned his back on the Pallor Lord and left to fight another. Disrespectful. “No, I remember who I am!” The flames suddenly changed color, or rather they lost all color as the man beneath faded from sight. A blazing mass of shadows formed a cocoon around the demonic vessel as he called upon that emotion . . .that emotion that had no name. It was such a powerful sensation it overrode the Pallor Lord’s sense of self and recreated it into something different, and far more deadly. Saibaman Its eyes bulged in surprise and the little green creature jumped backwards as his meal was covered in flames. The saibaman really preferred his meat uncooked . . .AND DEAD! A terrible shriek escaped its lips as suddenly the saiyan it had just been ingesting was standing once more. Not only that, but the bastard split in two like some kind of freak show act. Confusion took over the little monster's brain and was unsure what to do. It shot a quick glance over to his Master and saw . . . Confusion turned to animal rage as it saw Osiris taking a beating. Baring its needle teeth the monstrosity lunged forward at the approaching saiyan. With rippling muscles it pulled an arm across its green torso and side stepped. The blast of cold energy went awry striking a boulder and instantly incasing it with ice. Ignoring the frost clinging to its right claw, the little beast let loose a frenzied assault. Sharp claws stabbed at the saiyan’s inner thighs in quick succession. Then, a small but strong leg swept around to slam into the enemy’s ankle and knock him to the ground. Without pause the green creature slashed twice. One went straight for the saiyan’s reproductive organs, and the other jutted uppwards in an attempt to shove its claws under the warrior’s armor and into his belly. Finally, it jumped straight up and let both legs kicked forward as hard as it could manage. The saibaman wanted to push off agains the taller opponent's chest so that it could make enough room in order to get back to its Master.
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| Chaos | Mar 9 2013, 03:20 AM Post #21 |
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The Legion of Doom Impossible. The little fucker was up-- again. His calm stare masked his awe. He had never seen a person fail so many times and yet receive so many chances. And this Namekian, this vermin, had bestowed yet another chance to the young Saiyan. He spat at the ground as the newcomer hollered and underwent his transformation. Numbers representing the Namekian’s power began to climb in the augmented reality of his left eye. The Regent remained statuesque, standing firm against the burst of power that washed over them like ocean waves. Of course next came the heroic talk...blah blah...oh... ”Watch out!” he shouted to Kakarot and Osiris barely audible over the whistle of Ki hurtling towards them. The exact technique Kakarot had used seconds before was now turned against the Lords but each of them were prepared. He emanated a crimson light that cast a scarlet hue over the battlefield as he prepared to defend himself in the most useful manner he could imagine. His body never moved even as dozens of orbs rained over him and came so close to burning skin, breaking bone--- ”HAHAHAH! That won’t work, fools!” His laugh echoed across the battlefield to mock their enemies best attempts as every orb twisted into individual flames and then conformed around his body. A roaring flame of black lined with indigo swirled around him, and he remained motionless observing events while Osiris and Kakarot made their moves. Then, it was his turn. His metalic hand rose from his side, a single digit pointing directly at the healer. His lips pulled back in a menacing toothy smile as he placed his right foot forward to launch himself towards his target, but the next instant his jaw clenched together painfully. The fuck? Chaos reeled, forced backwards from the force of Sanara’s strikes, his heels cracking the firm soil and leaving a ten foot trench in their wake. The sonofabitch just didn’t know when to quit. Frustration grit his teeth together, but he shoved it aside. Sanara simply wasn’t a threat anymo-- Spit flew from his mouth and sprayed the Yoko’s robes when a couple of heavy handed punches doubled him over. Well...that was certainly unexpected. He steadied himself and straightened his posture while touching his tender sternum. Damn. Even with his armor the foul fox managed to cause him pain. Simply unacceptable. Hot-coals burned behind his eyes with rage as their fuel, but that was the only indication he was mentally phazed; the glint of anger in those crimson eyes betraying his otherwise expressionless visage. He swung Ea out to his side and it spun to life, red wisps of energy lashing off of it as he did so. If Sanara wanted to die first-- second...third... whatever-- Chaos fully intended to oblige. Sanara flickered away showcasing speed that rivaled and surpassed Chaos'. He frowned as he tracked Sanara’s power moving to Osiris and Kakarot. Did...did he really think he had done enough damage? Did he really think Chaos was down? Was he truly foolish enough to think a few punches and Chuck Norris karate chops were going to put a stop to the most powerful being in existence? Was Chaos not a big enough threat after their last confrontation? Did Sanara fancy himself a better warrior?! WHERE THE HELL WAS HE GOING?! The disrespect. The annoyance. The goddamn zombies. What happened next shook the entire world. The ancient tectonic plates began to shift and grind against one another further intensifying the quakes. Chaos’ immense power overflowed in a tsunami-like catastrophe. Clothing fluttered and hair flew back from a force that was not the wind. The air was heavy with his essence radiating his malice. An all encompassing fury rarely seen in this plane of existence manifested in a 25 meter wide aura. He had had enough, seen enough. He couldn’t pick who he wanted dead the most so why not just kill ‘em all? But that wasn’t good enough, he had to break one of them with his bare hands. Kakarot and Osiris would be fine fending for themselves and they would be spared from the frightful magic of his power. For miles the roar of his energy could be heard and Namekians across the globe fearfully ducked outside of their huts. Most sat still in their homes, frozen in terror. Tendrils of Ki slapped the ground causing it to splinter, as if displeased that the tremors had ceased. He was different then. No, he was Chaos. He was more like himself than ever before, the Cosmic Regent, the god to the pests who had dared attack his Empire. His vengeful energy lashed out all round him in a massive radius, dismantling that which was deemed unworthy and sparing only two other beings. Calm returned to him, his expression becoming serene yet confident and he let Sanara go as little more than an afterthought. A few lucky shots were nothing to lose his head over. He glanced at the broken form of the canine warrior who had tried valiantly and failed to stand against them. He smiled, the predatory smile of somebody who had killed before and was thirsting to do it again. He turned his attentions to the strongest enemy he could find before vanishing in a flash of scarlet luminescence. The black fire around him continued to rip and rend anything not a Cosmic Lord. It was such a beautiful sight, if not frightening. His aura itself, the power from his core, his soul casted judgment upon everything. He flickered silently into view with his mechanical hand grasping for the fool's windpipe with enough force to crush his throat. The beauty of it all was that, even if this warrior dodged, blocked, or some how countered what he attempted, the terrible judgement would still have washed over him. Until you felt the wrath of it cut through your skin to your core, there was no way to understand what was occurring, and there was only a few alive who had witnessed this technique; none of them were present. If the other men were stupid enough to get too close they would become victims its effects as well. He stared down his outstretched arm into the opposition’s beady eyes before calmly uttering a single word, drenched in his calm honeyed tones. ”Hi.”
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| Bardock | Mar 10 2013, 02:45 AM Post #22 |
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Of course things had to be difficult right off. The Cosmic Butcher watched his own attacks come straight back at him. He could have converted the attacks into a protective flaming armor, but he opted instead to test out Ai's suggestion concerning his toys. No longer did he have to carry a black bag o' tricks with him to every fight. Now, all he had to do was simply visualize the desired toy he needed for any given situation. He held out his right arm with an open hand and visualized his Capsule Corp Barrier in his hand. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... As his own attacks homed in on him, he suddenly felt the cold metal of the barrier canister in his hand before it exploded with a low pop! A thick, blue barrier washed over his entire body, making the hairs on his arms and neck stand on end. He felt goosebumps rise just before the orbs he had created smashed into his protected body. There was a slight burning sensation as the first attack hit him, so he instinctively crossed his arms over his chest. He knew that the barrier could only take so much before it dissolved, so he took a mental anti-bitch pill and weathered the Ki storm. This...this is exciting. His adrenaline took to new heights as the second barrage crashed into him. It had a much stronger sting to it, and he loved it. Coming into a battle alongside his brothers with so little to help him out was exhilarating. He loved the challenge and he let it show. There was a fire in his eyes as he saw a third barrage homing in on him. It wasn't his own attack, so it had either come from Scooby, the CarFax Fox, or the newly arrived Slug Man. Kakarot's barrier was all but gone. He kept his forearms crossed over his chest and buried his face into them. The weakening barrier was letting him down and he didn't care. Keep your cool, he reminded himself. Too late. Chaos had unleashed an incredible attack. The force of the attack washed over Kakarot, but he was fine. The Cosmic Butcher took it as a sign from the Cosmic Regent that it was time to unleash the awesomeness that each of them possessed. Watching Chaos flawlessly execute nearly every action was impressive beyond words. Osiris was doing his own crazy thing. No longer would Kakarot doubt his ability to hold his own amongst them. It was the moments like the one he was currently experiencing that made him lose control. Adrenaline fueled by the possibility of death was sometimes overwhelming but he now knew what it could cost him once again. He would not fail. Again. He would not lose control. Once the third barrage struck home against the weakening barrier, he felt dizzy. It dwindled away and was immediately replaced with a headache and sore body. The adrenaline he had felt a moment ago was steadily fading. I thought the green guys liked us. Kakarot didn't bother listening to the bullshit that any of his enemies spat. He was on full rage mode. Nothing would stop what was going to happen to them all. Even if they begged for their lives, it didn't matter. It was then that he finally noticed who he thought was his estranged son, Gohan. The weak shit must have been an impostor. The one Gohan he recognized as his own had been a Cosmic Lord before his disappearance. Did he disappear, hit his head and lose his memory and strength? If that was the case, then there was no hope for him. Sorry, kid. Before he could focus on Gohan, he took in the CarFax Fox's actions. He moved with such amazing speed that Kakarot prepared for his own turn to cut in and dance. He placed his hand out yet again and visualized another toy he had immediate use for. He felt a cold cylindrical canister in his hand for just a moment before it popped. A new shield washed over him, though with a different purpose than the shield before it. He was covered in a light green barrier that was meant to assist him in defending against the CarFax Fox's big ass sword. Damn swords. It was his turn to dance. The fox man had spotted the Saiyan warrior and swung his sword expertly. Each strike was meant to kill, though it was nullified by the shield provided by Cosmic sorcery. He raised his arms to protect his vital areas above his chest instinctually, but no harm was done. He intended to rack up on the shield he used as soon as the fight was over. It was a life saver. The sword attacks had sent him reeling and losing some of the ground he had covered upon his arrival. If anything, it gave him a clearer view of the battlefield. Once the barrage of sword strikes was over, Kakarot grinned at his current opponent. "My turn," was all he said as he flipped back and leapt high into the air in a wide arc toward Chaos. He scanned the battlefield before landing and had his next move in mind. It brought back some unpleasant memories but it was necessary under the circumstances. While Chaos focused on the Namekian, Kakarot called out to him, "I'm gonna make a mess now. Just putting that out there!" Without waiting for a reply, Kakarot vanished from his position but reappeared between Chaos and Osiris. He called out to both of them, hoping they would hear him and react accordingly, "Move!" He charged a large crimson orb in each hand and leapt high into the air. He twisted his body until he had Gohan and the CarFax Fox in his sights. Each orb in his hands continued to grow until they touched. Once they fused into one massive orb, he unleashed a wide, destructive beam toward the CarFax Fox and his failure of a son and his clone, if that was indeed really him. It's steady descent homed in its targets, ready to consume anything caught within it's blast radius. It was risky, but necessary. And fun. Can't forget fun. 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| Asura | Mar 10 2013, 04:02 AM Post #23 |
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Sanara's mind whirred. Battle raged around him, his attacks blocked in various ways - he was inflicting damage, but not nearly as much as he would have liked to, and not nearly as fast as he needed to. To make matters worse... "Shit..." Sanara muttered as the wolf-man fell to the ground, unconscious. Sanara was still getting an energy signature from him, or he would've assumed a lot worse than unconscious. Sanara's aura flicked wickedly, as he glanced at every combatant. His blood boiled when he saw their enemies, filling him with power and rage. But when he noticed the Namekian, he realized that not everyone was reacting with such anger. And that wasn't a good thing. The Namekian was staring, wide-eyed, unmoving. Sanara grit his teeth and moved into action, realizing that they were going to need every remaining fighter at full strength. "HEY! Wake up! This is no time for being shell shocked, fight and save your comrade or you AND him are both dead!" Sanara shouted. He didn't have much time to comfort or kick him into action; Sanara's scouter was picking up rising ki signatures, and that meant he needed to act. "Pull yourself together... you can save your friend, but only if you keep your head and win this battle before he bleeds out." Sanara said, low. He hadn't known these people for long, but they seemed capable and he needed their aid. If the Namekian didn't get back in the game they were going to be at a disadvantage that he wasn't sure they could come back from. "Double shit..." Sanara murmured, as the Scouter just kept rising. The Power Level of Chaos' attack was off the charts. Kakarot's was rising as well, the Saiyan's - however - was not nearly so high, and not nearly so dangerous. Sanara had to deal with the imminent, lethal threat. Luckily, Sanara knew how to defend against techniques in many ways. Some of them involved being able to defend before your enemy even fired their attack. The wind moving across his body was like the cool touch of icy air on a warm day at the beach, the feeling of his aura wrapping around his body and lifting him upward, all of it dramatically increased as he concentrated his ki. Slowly it moved, down to the tips of both index and middle fingers on both hands. As Sanara approached Chaos, his fingers began to move with the speed and ferocity of a martial arts master. He used his knowledge of the human body, his knowledge of the ki system that he had spent years acquiring through studying, both in the field and in the libraries of planets across the galaxy. He jabbed no less than eight times, at key pressure points across the arms and chest of Chaos, at places where ki was known to gather. Each strike dispersed the growing power within the dark warrior, and though it inflicted little (if any) damage, it was enough. The rising Power level faded with each strike, returning to the normal, albeit impressive, level that it had started at. And before the warrior could launch a counter strike Sanara threw himself backward at maximum speed, giving himself some room. He noted that the rising Power Level of the Saiyan had suddenly disappeared... either he had done something a lot less effective than Sanara had been expecting, or he had been stopped by someone else. "Well... let's go berserk and have a little fun." Leaving it at that, Sanara left the Namekian's side, dashing across the land once again and finding himself approaching the dark warrior's side at a high pace. This time, however, he came with weapon drawn and with a full intent to kill. The dark warrior was closing in on the Namekian. With the green fighter so out of the battle, he wasn't sure if he would see it coming. He wouldn't take the chance. Sanara's feet kicked off as he reached the final two dozen yards or so, sending him spinning through the air, feet off the ground, as he slashed diagonally at the Dark Warrior, smashing the hilt of the blade in a hard sideways motion toward the mandibular angle of the man's head, just behind the ear. Then, he took one step back, and prepared his next move. Reaching to his belt, Sanara pulled free a single bean - his only one - from the pouch tied tightly there, and immediately consumed it. His body lit up with a fire and passion, his fatigue fading - completely. It was like he was right back to the beginning of the battle... though, truth be told, he still felt a little bit sore. Even a Senzu couldn't take all the sting out of his wounds. Sanara ran two fingers across the blade. There was a spark, a strangely black light, and his sword ignited in ebony flames, licking across the blade, so incredibly hot that even his grip on the handle felt like he was holding onto a small sun. His motion didn't stop, but instead, continued. With his blade now down, he took the advantageous position to swipe upward instead. But his strike didn't end at the follow-through; Sanara flew straight up into the air, moving with the speed of a reverse lightning strike into the sky with the force behind his stroke. Sanara put himself into a loop, pulling backward and into a tight circle as he approached the evil man again. The wind whipped around him, his speed multiplying, his body glowing blue as the ki flowing out of his body became more dense, powering every muscle as he pushed his body to its absolute limits, his hands tightening around the hilt of his blade, flames flickering but not yet dying out as he started striking wildly at Chaos. Solar Plexus, Sternum. The words echoed through his head, allowing himself to confirm each strike even as it happened. He opened with two quick stabs, aiming to penetrate the bone at the front of his chest where the vital organs were with maximum force. "Brachial arteries, carotid artery." The vulnerable arteries in both of the dark warrior's arms and the very vital one in his neck were his next targets. Sanara used quick, powerful slashes, not aiming to sever bone but rather to allow Chaos to bleed to death and lose functionality in his limbs on his own. Kidneys. The last two blows were quick, short-length stabs from below, Sanara lowering himself about three feet toward the ground and stabbing upward, taking himself out of the usual area that most sword fighters reacted to and attempted to defend from. The vulnerable organs were just beyond the surface of the skin, so he didn't exactly need to take himself off balance by skewering all the way through. "Finish the combo." "HYAAAAAH!" Sanara shouted, blood pressure rising and eliciting a testosterone-fueled shout of what could only be described as having an absolute boner for murder, slicing upward, bringing himself back to a standing position with the motion, a huge black wave of ki releasing itself. A second horizontal strike came next, a similar wave unleashing itself from his blade, as every muscle in his arms stood out in perfect unison with the strike.
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| Rem | Mar 11 2013, 02:27 AM Post #24 |
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Rem was frozen. That never happened. Rem had entered the battlefield, seen the young mascot of the Justice League, Gohan, Dead... The Phoenix had somehow ripped itself from within him once more and resurrected the boy. While that had happened, however, Kular's injuried had overcome him and he'd fallen unconscious. Kular never gave up a fight, never went down. How.. who... WHAT was he facing, here? How could he hope to stand against them if the toughest son of a bitch Rem had ever fought beside went down under their onslaught in just moments. Rem had no idea how much time passed as he stood there, staring down at the broke, twisted, bloodied, and bruised body of his Lismian counterpart. They had to run... He had to grab Kular, Gohan, and get as far away from this place as they could. They had to... Namek... The Name seared across his mind in that instant, and with it a thousand other thoughts. Dragonballs, wishes, immortality, unlimited power, genocide, destruction, death, death, death. Oh God, he couldn't run.
Rem's head jerked up and took in the Earnest, concerned face of the fox eared fighter who was apparently an ally, at least in this fight. Rem felt something then. Felt... power. Darkness, corruption, twisting mangled energy that seemed to stab at his soul and rend at his mind. In the instant before Rem opened his mouth to scream his rejection of all that evil and putrid horror it was gone. "That's it..." Rem realized as he looked up. The Fox was fighting the being Rem had come for. The Fox was slashing, striking, stabbing, at the evil son of a bitch who had been responsible for Juno, and probably those other, dead worlds as well. "That's it." Rem said once more, eyes coming back into focus, brain clicking back into full speed. That son of a bitch, that power signature was the taint that had called him from his quest. "He has to die, not me. Not now." Rem clenched his fist around the staff he carried and began looking for openings to attack. Just as he was preparing to strike, his scouter bleeped as a more than respectable energy signature began climbing higher, and higher. "NO CHANCE!" Rem roared, eyes tracking towards... He knew that man. He... It was unimportant. Rem shifted across the ground and through the sky, appearing bare feet beneath his opponent as he unleashed a massive attack that was all too familiar. Does everyone in the galaxy know this attack? Rem thought, knowing he was about to feel some rather extraordinary pain. His plan was pretty simple. The unknown saiyan was aiming his beam at the Fox Eared fighter. If Rem could only close the distance, get close to the Fox, between him and the attack, and block the attack, take the damage himself... Then presumably that would keep the other, already damaged fighter, from being hit. So that's what Rem did, appearing in the space just behind where the Fox wasn't looking, where the attack would come from, and raised his hands. Things... got very weird then. Rem winced in preparation for the pain... that never came. He opened his eyes a second later, and then his jaw dropped. The attack being launched by the Saiyan was actually... being blocked. There was some sort of power emanating from the gauntlets, deflecting the destructive force away from himself. "Zekka..." Rem muttered. He could feel a vibrating energy across his palms and the backs of his hands, reverberating down his arms. Somehow, these Ancient Gauntlets were actually keeping at bay the Ion Beams explosive power. It still rolled across the battlefield, however, damaging when and where it may. Rem couldn't help but grin. "Wicked." He said as the last of the attack faded away. His grin faded momentarily, however, and he looked at the unknown Saiyan. "You were in league with Broli, now you're in league with THIS monster?" Rem asked, albeit quite ignorantly. There had been a sort of confusion in a dreamspar about 'Gohan' being dead, which led Rem to believe in some sort of Saiyan Plot to kill the boy. With this Saiyan confirming Gohan's death before Rem himself had managed to, the Namekian had come to the rather understandable assumption that he'd helped Broli take down a member of the Justice League. After all, Broli wasn't really that impressive a fighter, Power Level be damned. There was no chance he could have taken Gohan, he had to have had help. "You'll pay for your sins." Rem vowed, then and there; and then shot away from the warrior- needing to clear some distance for the epic level ass kicking he was about to unleash upon these sonsabitches. His feet touched down upon the ground and Rem raised his hands to the sky, still gripping the staff in one hand, it lying horizontally above him. He channeled energy for a few precious instants, then unleashed twin, shimmering beams that flew straight into the air above him, and then exploded. It was the same attack he had used earlier to so little effect, but he was riled like a shaken honeycomb by that point. He had to protect his fiends, his people, and... kill some seriously evil bastards before they did any more harm. No one came to his world, cut his little buddy in half, beat the fuck out of his best battle buddy, and could then expect to walk away. No one. As the blasts of energy rained down around Rem, he looked behind him to where the Fox and the unknown Saiyany looking robot guy were fighting. The fox appeared to have exhausted himself for the moment, so Rem decided to give him a bit of a reprieve. "CHILL OUT!" Rem roared, and a nigh invisible bolt of energy shot out of his hand, meaning to slam into chaos and freeze him in place. That down, Rem channeled serious power once again, and then let loose into the skies above him yet again with a kakusandan attack. It had only taken a few seconds, so chances were than the Fox probably still needed some time to catch his breath. Rem turned, and blasted ice at the Saiyabot once more. "Stay still!" He shouted, giving a bit of that cocky grin and wink that seemed to come out when Rem was really getting into the zone of a battle. "TIME FOR THE BIG FINALE BOYS AND GIRLS!" Rem Shouted, throwing his arms out wide and letting power roll into him, opening the flood gates and allowing his energy level soar to previously unknown heights. By that time, one half of the fighter known as Gohan had appeared to keep the OTHER Saiyan guy occupied, so Rem turned to the bot, lifting his staff in indication for the other to check out how awesome it was. Particularly, Rem was trying to draw his attention to the golden, slowly pulsing crystalline Orb that sat atop it like a miniature sun. "I've wandered beneath the suns of many worlds, and heard the cries of anguish, and the prayers of hope the people offer up to the gods." Rem began to walk towards the Cyber-Saiyan then, "I've felt the ambient energy of billions, and the healing, miraculous power of the stars that nurture those worlds." Rem lifted into the air then, rising just a few feet per second. "I've carried this staff along with me every step of the way, and that orb that sits upon its head has gathered those cries, prayers, energy, and power. Remembered them for me, so that on a day like today, when the galaxy needs a champion most, it could give me the power to ensure victory." Rem had risen quite high by that point, his voice rising to a shout. "FEEL THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE OF THIS GALAXY, AND REAP THE DESPAIR YOU HAVE SEWN, EVILDOERS!" In the next instant the head of Rem's staff exploded into brilliant light, and a 4th sun seemed to fill the skies of the Namekian homeworld. "SPIRIT BOMB! FOR JUSTICE!" Rem shouted, hands rising to meet the bottom edges of the massive blast, touching the shimmering splendor of its power. Then, Rem began to fly. He came down, down, angled so that he would crash the massive orb into the Saiyan. "HRRRAAAA!!!!!" Rem roared as he got within a few dozen yards of the Saiyan... And then disappeared. "CHHHA!" He roared, suddenly approaching his foe from the entirely opposite direction, having Teleported at the very last instant to try to curtail any last second escape maneuvers. With all of his strength and power Rem released the Spirit Bomb, hoping for just... One Chance.
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| Pierce | Mar 12 2013, 01:47 AM Post #25 |
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Gohan 1 (the one that attacked the Saiba) Osiris’ green friend responded to Gohan 1’s attempt to attack with surprisingly low hesitance. It even managed to strike before the Deca could, slashed for Gohan’s thighs. The Half Saiyan screamed as he was not fast enough to avoid this attack, in the form of two slashes for his thighs. The next attack was a sideways kick for his ankle, and Gohan was able to crouch down and slam his hand on the incoming foot, nailing it to the ground. The Half Saiyan then let forward two quick punches, one with either arm. The second shot he angled up significantly, hoping to send the Saibamen upwards into the air. As he did that the Half Saiyan then ignited his aura of ki, blasting upwards into the air after the creature. The thing struck down towards him now with two claws, one going for Gohan’s stomach and the other penetrating the skin millimetres above his genitals. That could have been much more painful if it weren’t for those few precious bits of space…maybe this little thing had some respect after all. The green creature then went to finish his combo by pulling back both of its legs and then trying to shoot them out at Gohan, but again the Half Saiyan was too fast for this attempt. He reached up and grabbed the two tiny legs before they could strike out. All this time he was still flying almost directly upwards, his pure speed and power pushing the green thing above him upwards as well. Gohan now let go of his foe’s legs and let out another two quick punches, giving them as much force as he could without sacrificing speed to knock the thing even further. With that he continued to blast upwards, once again going to push the thing with him by the power of his aura as he ascended. He was slowly separating himself from the other fighters, leaving him to deal with this creature alone before returning to the battle. Gohan started to slow down after piercing the clouds, noticing a very chilly upper atmosphere even though there was more than one sun above him. Now there would, hopefully, be no interruptions. He let off two more quick punches for the Saibamen, trying to knock it further upwards, though his flight was coming to a halt. Gohan 2 Gohan’s eyes went wide as he saw his father launching a huge energy attack for him and one of his allies. The Half Saiyan immediately activated a ki barrier in response, but before the attack hit. And then, although he wasn’t sure exactly what happened, someone was then in front of the two of them, stopping the attack…or most of it. The following explosion of the beam still threatened to engulf Gohan and his new shield, forcing the Half Saiyan to quickly engage in a series of backwards handsprings, bringing himself swiftly away from the blast radius. Having earned a very brief pause in the fighting, Gohan stopped to call his ship pilot on his scouter helmet. The pilot picked up after only a few rings. “Who is this? I’m watching the game.” “It’s Gohan.” “…Oh. I mean…I’m watching the fight.” “Whatever, just bring down the payload.” Gohan smiled after hanging up and looking at the Namekian sky above. Several miniature warheads pierced the clouds, one for each of his foes. There was nothing like a good aerial bombardment to freshen up a battle. After that, Gohan stood wondering what exactly he was supposed to do…pretty much everyone seemed occupied. On a whim he retrieved a Kunai knife from his pouch and threw them towards the man who looked like his dad. 621/5,368 Actions: Gohan 1: G1. Counter Saibaman SAa with 2 QAs + PF (1%) G2. Counter Saibaman SA with 2 QAs + PF (1%) 1. 2 QAs + PF (1%) 2. Lost Gohan 2: 3. Barrier (5.7%) 4. ST Dodge Ion Beam (0.7%) 5. Odin Bombardment (0.7%) Tactician. Kunai @ Kakarot (0.7%) Ki: Ki Gained: 10.5% Total Ki Used: 69.6% Stamina Drain: 17,358 Damage Taken: 0% Total Damage Taken: 35% Vitality Drain: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 172,843/250,382 Ki: 125,191 Strength: 30,974 Speed: 29,597 Toughness: 38,887 Stamina: 8456/25,714 Vitality: 26949 Damage Taken: 86% Damage Dealt: 100% Determination: 303 Charisma: 245 Intelligence: 1,051 Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Champion's Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Silent Shoes Wizard Belt Kunai Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 2/4 Scroll of Yaidrat (stolen by Osiris) Energiser (used) Stasis Grenade (used) Stun Grenade Ki Well (used) Ki Buffer Odin-Class Cruiser Mark IV Anti-Personnel Warhead (used) Moves Available: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 Counters Remaining @ Saiba: 3 Bonus Counters: 3 Speed Teleports Remaining: 5 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 1 Teleports Remaining: 0 Kunai Attacks Remaining: 3 Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1 |
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