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Jl Vs Ut; Sneak Attack, Ref: Junior
Topic Started: Feb 23 2013, 03:01 AM (7,422 Views)
Osiris
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Pallor Lord
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The cocoon of colorless flames imploded and wrapped around the Pallor Lord’s body like a tight second skin. The cloak of flames intertwined with the still active kinetic shielding around the youth’s body. It formed into an incredibly dense layer of burning plasma both defensive and offensive in nature.

With eyes lost among the void fire, the youth immediately saw his saiyan ally start to charge an attack. He had watched the battle records the Empire kept, and sure as hell didn’t need a verbal warning. Pushing off the ground with all his strength, the dirt exploded in a high roster tail behind him. Pain sensors flared in response to the sudden jolt assaulting his nervous system.

He thrived on it, he survived on it, and it fueled his every motivation. The Pallor Lord lifted his head slightly and pushed into the pain.

Then, the shadows screamed in their silent way. A massive light sent the shades whipping around in different directions in order to find reprieve. Any clouds above were pushed away as a hot gust of wind passed through Namek’s atmosphere. Osiris’ body flashed higher as he retreated from the explosion’s epicenter.

Below the battlefield was engulfed in a large dome of inferno that swirled and expanded in strange patterns. It seemed something had obstructed the blasts natural and cohesive force. There was no time to really think though. Before the Ion Beam’s effect on the environment had fully subsided, there was another shower of death, and another, and another. It seemed the heavens themselves had been transformed into a hellscape. Osiris felt right at home, the great plumes of fire and ash reminded him of Cauldron.

How many times are you going to use the same old trick . . . ” the Pallor Lord looked upwards disappointedly. “Enough of this.

Finally, the serpentine blade, Zar’rock, made its appearance as the harbinger of the end tide. An aura flared in a dazzling shimmer of amethyst. The youth tore into the air even faster than before to meet the descending blasts head on. Pure white metal flashed in a wide arc striking six blasts in a single smooth motion. Destabilized, the condensed energy began to expand into six individual explosions. Almost instantly, their force was overcome by tendrils of void fire like an infection. Robbed of its color, the destructive force became Osiris’ to command as an addition to his protective cloak.

Come on, come on, come on!” the demonic vessel growled to himself as his limbs lashed out in every directions. He was lost in a maelstrom of energy as his entire focus came down to one thing for that brief span of time; crush every obstacle in his path.

Then, amidst the deadly down pour of Ki, the second deadly rain came down. A miniature warhead came whistling down from the upper atmosphere trained in on the area where Osiris was rising. This was some seriously sophisticated weaponry capable of homing in on a preselected target . . . but that is easier said than done. Before the first Kakusandan stopped falling, the second began its reign over the heavens.

An explosion rocked the air above Osiris, unchecked and unaccounted for. The heat from it was different though, and instead of the raging energy of the spirit and body being released, there was a wide shower of shrapnel. It was not that effective though. Having rammed itself into the other projectiles, its payload of high velocity metal was let loose too early and not nearly as directed. The impacts that actually landed on the Pallor Lord were little less than distractions as the shield of dense energy still around his body negated much of the kinetic force.

As the rain of Ki came to a gradual trickle, the youth broadened his awareness. He heard the latest arrival order the Cosmic Regent to stillness. Osiris ripped apart the last orb with a contempt filled swipe of his albino blade. At last his view of his saibaman and the mugger was free of distractions.

Ash began to fall over the battlefield from Kakarot’s attack, small wisps of grey feathering. It seemed a fittingly somber reaction to the violence Osiris was about to bestow upon a possibly unsuspecting victim. Still pushing hard with his ki, the youth sliced upwards with Zar’rock in an attempt to cut deep into his original opponent’s spine. The incredibly sharp blade was on a path to rip from the lowest rip on the saiyan’s right side, and end by slicing through the back of his right shoulder.

No, there is no justice. There is only retribution and progress. I will be robbed of neither!” the Pallor Lord whispered as he joined the fray.




Robert Greene


Frustration coursed through the little green man as he was dragged a short ways into the air by the legs. The creature’s tough hide stung from the bruises of past and current blows, though its resolve had not been dampened. With the scent of its master growing fainter the higher he got, the Saibaman let his own ki flow in an attempt to move back towards the ground. The grip on his legs was released and another two quick shots landed on his body.

Freed, it flung itself downward and now angled towards Osiris’ position above the ground, but still a quite a bit lower in altitude. A sense of panic started to well up in the creature as it saw its Master tearing through a hail of Ki and black flames in a most confusing manner. The little monster much preferred the saiyan attacking him when he was lying on the ground as a warm meal.

With a flashing golden aura the resurrected stranger was delivering two quick jabs to the saiba’s face. It had come to expect such interference though. As the blows landed it whipped around into a spin kick. Mustering all its strength, the green man attempted to drive its heel into the Saiyan’s neck or jaw. A second blow utilized the remaining energy in the spin to deliver a strong hammer blow straight down to the right shoulder. The two combatants were suspended midair between earth and clouds, but the bean-man wanted to be back on the ground and aimed to force his opponent there.

Turning its body in the opposite direction, the bean-monster attempted to slash at it’s opponent’s eyes. A blind man couldn’t get in its way very well anymore, after all. With the claws on its right foot the saibaman once more lashed out straight for the crotch. This time it wasn’t just a quick swipe, but a full on punt attempt. The exertion of constantly trying to overwhelm his adversary left the poor little guy huffing and puffing through the little slits that served as his nostrils.

Its eyes went wide with excitement though as it saw its master rise up behind the enemy. The saibaman shrieked and flailed happily in an attempt to distract the golden-haired-one. The thought of defeat never crossed the little monster’s mind so long as his master was near by . . . only the inevitable grand feasts that came after a battle hard fought.


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Actions:
1. Immobilize
2. ST + Dodge Ion Beam+ fly .1%
Shishio: Immune to Kakusandan
Free: Take Bombardment at 50% damage- Body Shield Charge 2
3. Immobilize
4. Join Grapple+ power fly .3%
Tact: Immobilize
G1: SA + ST+ fly .1%
Saiba Actions:
Free: Take Quick Attacks
1: SA +ST .1%
2: SA .1%
3: SA+ST .1%
G1: SA+ST  .1%


Ki:
Ki Used: .5%
Total Ki Used: 58.0%
Stamina Drain:

Current Stats:
Power Level: 88,383/117,844---pre-post with award---124,784/166,379
Ki: 44,192/58,922----83190?---idk I don’t get this ki shizz
Strength: 15,004 -- 15% -- 17,255
Speed: 16,193 – 15% -- 18,622
Toughness: 16,929—15% - - (fuck armor for right now) 19,468
Stamina: 13,405 ---after drain----11,716 –15%-- 13,473---drain again---9,231
Vitality: 13,584 – after damage--- 12,497—15%--14,372

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

Weapon Tech:
Verbration Blade
Aura Blade
Triple Strike
Healing Blade
Kuzu Ryu Sen
Ultraslash
Inferno Sabre


Moves Available:
Counters Remaining @ FG: 2 (Forgot the one from Tact II)
Speed Teleports Remaining: 7
Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6
Deflects Remaining: 1
Kiais Remaining: 1
Resiliences Remaining: 2

Robert Greene:
Current Stats:
Power Level: 39,281---34,468
Ki: 19,641
Strength: 4,910
Speed: 4,910
Toughness: 4,910
Stamina: 4,910 ---after drain----3,732
Vitality: 4,910 –after damage----3,682

Moves: Deflect, Kiai, and Energy Wave


[Base Power:112,950 and Combat Rune]
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Great. Just great.

Breathing in heavily for a moment, Kakarot scanned the battlefield. The CarFax Fox was engaged in battle against Chaos while the nosy Namekian was nearby and likely the one that saved the fox. The frustration that Kakarot felt could not properly be expressed in words, so he opted to express it through his actions. Actions always spoke louder than words. The Cosmic Butcher was about to make a whole lot of noise.

Goddamn it!

Lacking telepathic powers, he had to communicate with his brothers the old fashion way. As he landed roughly on the ground, the destruction he caused had finally sunk in. As much as he took pleasure in the destruction, his targets were still mostly alive and in one piece. Threat after threat on the battlefield had found a way to withstand the might of the Cosmic Lords. Whoever had not survived the past few exchanges weren't even on Kakarot's radar at the moment. He focused on protecting himself and Chaos first and foremost.

Gotta get him free to make some of his own noise.

Osiris looked FUBAR, but there wasn't much Kakarot could do for the crazy osiris. He had a deep distaste for Saiyans and didn't hide it well. That was fine and dandy as long as he made himself useful when it mattered most. Like now. While he still drew breath, he was doing his job. Chaos was now the priority. No more mistakes would be made that jeopardized the Cosmic Regent's life as long as Kakarot could help it. He was second in command for a reason, despite the big fuck up on Murci.

Fuckin' Namekians.

The green slug was poised to strike with his own volley of Ki blasts, undoubtedly trying to take down every Cosmic Lord present. Not on my watch. The Saiyan warrior leapt toward Chaos' side, propelled by his Ki. As the Ki blasts rained down, Kakarot ran toward him at full speed and swatted away the nearest orbs threatening to harm him away toward neighboring islands. Nothing would stop Kakarot from reaching Chaos and doing everything necessary to ensure his survival. The orbs crashed violently into mountains, hills and thick patches of grass, sending what little wildlife that stayed to watch the amazing battle scattering in fear for their lives.

He's dead as soon as---

"Is that it?!" he yelled toward the Namekian.

It continued to rain Ki, giving Kakarot very little time to recover enough energy to swat them away. Arms aching and burning, Kakarot pulled out a trick he instinctively used in such a situation. He looked up at the Ki blasts ready to pound him to oblivion and smirked. He leapt over him and absorbed the blasts. He turned into a Saiyan torch, fueled by the fire burning within more than the fire he was bathed in.

He then heard a low whistle getting louder and louder. He looked up and saw what looked like a bomb descend upon him. That was when he had all but submitted mentally to the very real possibility that he would be blown to smithereens. Instead, he was blasted back after the bomb had struck him between his shoulder blades. Tossed forward, he shakily got up from the ground and sought out the bastard responsible for the aerial bombardment.

That little shit stain.

It was Gohan. Or... Faux-han. Kakarot still couldn't tell if the Saiyan on the opposite side of the ass kicking was his son and at that juncture it truly did not matter in the least. A dead son was still a son. The Cosmic Butcher turned to locate Chaos so he wouldn't lose sight of him but then felt a sharp pain in his right ass cheek. He clenched his cheeks and then his jaw when he felt the pain, fueling his building adrenaline and rage once again. Gohan was dead. If he begged, maybe his death would be quick.

"You little shit..." he said to his 'son' through gritted teeth.

His eyes returned to the sky, reminding him that the Ki shower wasn't over. Hoping there wasn't another missile for him to worry about, he prepared to take a bit of a beating for what he was about to do. He leapt up over Chaos and tensed his muscles before he was struck with ki blasts. He crossed his arms over his chest and remained silent as his body was subjected to the pain of blocking the powerful blasts. He vowed to never again arrive at a battle unprepared.

I swear, this only happens to me.

The momentum of the last few blasts he attempted to block had pushed him back and a few feet away from Chaos, who he was determined to protect even at the risk of his own life. He owed him that much at the very least. Kakarot landed roughly on the ground and grunted loudly. He ached everywhere. Burns, scrapes, bruises and cuts littered the Saiyan warrior's body. His head was spinning but he knew it was temporary. In just a moment, he would be focused and ready to continue.

Give me a fuckin' break.

He let his Ki boost him to his feet and face the Namekian bastard. Still covered in flames, Kakarot was tempted to see if he could cook the bug. Instead, he would see what other tricks it had up its sleeve. Upon a split second inspection, he realized that he recognized the Namekian. Despite many of them looking the same, this particular Namekian stood out. There was something odd about it, though the Saiyan couldn't for the life of him point it out.

Oh well.

It formed an ice blast aimed at Chaos, but Kakarot quickly intervened. He took a deep breath and let out a mighty roar, destroying the ice blast and turning it into nothing more than crushed ice littered on the grass. Namekians were known to have sensitive hearing, so seeing the effect Kakarot's roar would have on it would be amusing, if there was a reaction at all. Until then, the fight was still on. When the Namekian vanished for a moment, Kakarot struggled to relocate it.

Where'd he go?

Finally, it gave up its position with a yell. Had it remained silent, it might have succeeded with what it was attempting. Chaos would know how to handle himself from that moment on, so there was no need to say a word. Kakarot would do what he had to do to keep Chaos out of harm's way. As ruthless a Saiyan as he was, he still felt guilty for letting his brothers down time after time. He had earned his stripes amongst them but recently he felt worthless.

Go hard or go home, right? Well, here goes nothing.

He jumped up and pushed off Chaos' back. He jumped as hard and high and fast as he could toward the Namekian's growing sphere of Ki. As he approached it, all of his thoughts were of his failures. His life didn't flash before his eyes. His deeds both good and bad meant nothing. All that went through his mind was the survival of his brothers. The survival of his brothers meant the survival of their way of life. It meant that everything they believed in regardless of how outsiders interpreted it, would remain intact.

They fought for more than power.

The Cosmic Butcher was possibly on his last ride. He already felt his skin burning from the orb of all that was disgustingly righteous. He gritted his teeth and hoped that what he did would buy Chaos the time he needed to work out a plan to survive if Kakarot failed to alter the giant sphere's course. Once he was in arm's reach of it, he stretched his arms out and pushed it to his right as hard as he could, fighting the burning sensation in his hands. He knew it would most likely swallow him whole, but he remained determined to at the very least alter its course or slow it down.

Taking one for the team.


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Actions
1- Deflect Kakusandan (Rem DZ1)
2- Transmute Kakusandan (Rem DZ2)
Free- Take Bombardment (FG A5)
Free- Take Kunai
3- Block Kakusandan (Rem DZ2 for Chaos)
4- Kiai Ice Blast (Rem DZ 2)
Tactician- Block SB from hitting Chaos (to buy Chaos time to haul ass)



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Ki Used This Turn: %

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Total Ki Used: 31%


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Stats with Bonuses
PL: 262,426

Ki: 134,501

Str: 42,215 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Spd: 17,979 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Tou: 31,215 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Sta: 28,365  -0 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Vit: 29,418 -125[Weighted Equipment]

Det: 869
Cha: 350
Int: 1,196


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[-1%]Ki Cost for one tech: Adel's Ki Mastery
[15%]Stamina Drain: Ki Mastery 3


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Prepared Items
1- Full Bag o' Beans
2- Stun Grenade
3- C.C. Barrier
4- C.C. Shield

5- Ki Buffer
6- Stasis Grenade
7- Energizer
8- Demon Horn

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Somehow...just somehow...Sanara had found a way to defend an attack he had no idea was even about to occur. A truly annoying event, but he would not lament such trivial things. Not anymore. No, such pests could not deter his focus even as the handle of Sanara’s blade drove into his head. Multicolored dots flashed before his eyes and he stumbled away from the Namekian.

Rather than rage, amusement flashed in his eyes when Sanara desperately ingested a senzu bean. A broad smile stretched across his lips as flames began to flow along Sanara’s weapon. It was a technique the most skilled swordsman in all of existence knew well and he let the Namekian go, focusing on his prey. He was disappointed at the sloppy slash that Sanara followed with that didn’t seem to have any particular target, but the fine edge managed to slice deep into his armor and just cut the tissue of his arm.

He let out a hiss, his eyes momentarily glancing at the warm blood flowing fr his shoulder to his forearm. The flame licking his body and desperately trying to taste Sanara managed to singe the wound and stem the bleeding. Perhaps if the Yoko hadn't attacked so hastily the injury would have been worse. Count Chaos lucky. Slow smooth breaths filled his nostrils with the copper-y scent of blood and singed atmosphere to steady his thoughts, ignore the pain. His sights and senses locked onto the incoming Yoko, but this time he would be ready. Ea howled in the air as it moved into a defensive position.

A stunning showcase of swordplay followed. The Regent was outmatched by Sanara’s speed, but his experience and superior skill guided his blade in his defense. They clashed- again, and again, and again. The exchange would be invisible to most, occurring at a rate they could not comprehend, the only evidence that there was a conflict occurring was the cry of tortured steel and the flicker of black or crimson when their blades collided. Again, the technique was one the Regent knew very well and he expertly wove his own sword in defense that managed to save him from graver injuries.

The next attack, though, Chaos barely recognized as a variation of another Sanara had used on Earth. The realization came too slowly, he had expected the blade itself to be his concern and Ea whistled to intercept the incoming blade that never came. Instead, two waves of Ki ripped from the weapon and slammed into his armored torso sending him crashing into the dirt. He stood from the Chaos-shaped hole, his armor dented and sliced open in multiple places. His hair was down, no longer spiked as heavy beads of sweat rolled off the tips, and he glared at the Yoko. He glanced around the battlefield, a tinge of concern striking his brain like lightning but as expected everybody was fine-- for now.

Then he turned his serene stare towards the Namekian once more who seemed to be---


”Shit."

For the umpteenth time the sky was ablaze with danger. A joke about the weather left his thoughts as quickly as it had came and with the blasts screeching on top of them he did the simplest thing he could think; he shouted. Not just a yell of anger or defiance or sorrow or any such petty things. No, this shout had a purpose, the soundwaves laced with his Ki met and dispersed each orb that would have crashed upon him. His voice echoed over the devistated landscape for miles sending fresh tremors of fear down the planet's spine.

On it's own volition, unwilling to allow harm to come to it's owner, Ea lit up the battlefield in it's crimson hue while devouring the incoming wave of ice. Chaos smiled wide when he understood what happened. It was his favorite treasure, and worked like an extension of his own being.

Another barrage of energy was suddenly upon him but never reached him. His smile faded into a scowl when he understood why-- Kakarot had taken on the brunt of the attack.

Crazy bastard.

The butcher's howl filled their airs a second later leaving a pile of crushed ice at his feet. He let out a sigh of relief, recalling how Kakarot had earned his place in the empire, but what his brother did next froze time.

A spike of power came from the Namekian, the overwhelming energy not a secret to anybody on the battlefield. Chaos looked first to Kakarot, then to the nameless Namekian.

In the first instant Chaos was turning to face the massive attack and it's creater. In the second instant, the Namekian vanished moving to an unexpected location. In the third instant, the massive orb washed over the Regents location to claim his soul.

At least, that's what would of happened. But in the second-and-half instant, Chaos caught the blur of Kakarot taking the massive attack head on. Silence was followed by a deafening roar of pressure that washed across everything, a blinding light filling the battlefield. Chaos squinted tightly, but his thoughts were focused on the plummeting power level of his friend.

The light subsided and out of the shadow of the attack a single broken figure became visible. Motionless on the battered soil was the Cosmic Butcher.

Despair, cold and suffocating encompassed him.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud…


The rythmic pounding inside his chest filled him with lead, weighing him down forcing him to stand motionless staring at his brother's corpse. No emotion broke his stone expression even as a single warm tear rolled down his cheek and off of his chin.

So, devils can cry.

He was gone. The falling tear was the only trace left behind and it hit the ground an instant later. Burning rage, unlike anything he had experienced, replaced thr frigid sorrow. Kill. He saw his target. The little runt piece of shit he'd killed a couple times. He growled while bringing Ea over his head. Kill. In a flurry of hatred and steel, Chaos carved a massive X in the air across Gohan's chest, not totally caring if he were struck himself. Primal blood lust coursed through his veins as he carved a cross over the young Saiyan's frame.
Kill. He was going to destroy these fools one at a time as he had done before. And it was going to be brutal. He went into a spin slashing once at Gohan's throat and than at his legs as he ducked down, allowing his mates room too attack. He was blinded by rage, but that only fueled his battle intellect. Doing something stupid now and letting Kakarot die for nothing would be unforgivable. He, no, they would avenge their fallen brother and construct a headstone of their enemy's bones.


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Actions
Note: Taking Vast Cross, Odin Warhead, Ultra Slash
1. Block vs. Sanara DZ1
2. Kiai v. Rem Kakusandan 1
3. Crimson Blade of the Fallen v. Rem IceBlast 1
4. ST + 2 SA [Slashes] @FG | Joining grapple | Sword Grappling | Double Physicals
5. 2SA [Slashes] @FG
Tactician. 2SA [Slashes] @FG


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Ki Used- %
Total Ki Loss- 27.8 %
Damage- ?%


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Notes
+3% damage physical attacks, +2% damage Ki attacks, -1 action from opponent's first post– Grooved Icicle Gloves of Might
+1% Damage to Ki attacks- Intelligence belt of Energy
+11% sword damage- Adamantium Hardened Freezing Crimson Blade of the Fallen of Rage
-24% Damage– Plated Damaskian Armor IV/Plated Diamond Armor
Ki Mastery III - 15% Ki Drain
Cyborg -  33% Ki Drain
Tactician Passive
Pure Power I Passive
Speed Teleports (6/7)


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Prepared Items [8/8]
Senzu Bean Bag (1/4)
Ki Well
Ki Absorption Device
World Breaker’s Gem
Dark Matter
Potion (2/2)
Demon Horn

Prepared Weapon Techniques
Verberation Blade
Kuzu Ryu Shen
Aura Blade
Mortoseth Shadow Assault
Healing Blade
Ultra Slash
Inferno Saber
Triple Strike
Vast Cross


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Stats
Bonus/Ki Loss/Power Up
Power Level: 754,732-> 750,903
Ki: 377,366

Strength: 119,540
Speed: 60,883
Toughness: 83,169  [106,456]
Stamina: 76,970-> 73,141
Vitality: 97,687

Int: 1,806
Det: 471
Cha: 243

Base PL: 435,418
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Seen this place before
back when I was young and I had something more to prove
Now that I'm older I've seen all the things that I want
and I'm ready to make my move

We'll stare straight-faced, don't hesitate
See, why would we want to make you bastards wait
Thank god, I got this chance, now I can say
So now we'll say, we'll say
We're gonna do what we want

Remember when they said that what we want can never be done
When it all comes falling down
We'll do what we want to
Said we'll do what we want to
Yeah, yeah, yeah


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Starting PL: 219,578.   Combat Rune, Battle Recorder.



Damn, why the screaming? Seemed every two seconds someone was screaming right into his face. Disrespectful, lack of common courtesy was all it was. You didn't see Rem going around blasting out with his bitchin' ass falsetto; and believe you me, Namek's are renowned vocalists. When you were from a world where people would rather rip off their ears rather than listen to a shitty performance, you sort of HAD to be. Namekian tastes in music aside, he was rather grateful for the high tech battle helmet he wore. It was probably keeping him from being nearly paralyzed by the yodeling of his adversaries.

For moments after he thrust the massive ball of light and goodness at the unnamed and unknown, biomechanical dark overlord of murder, the Emerald skinned warrior simply hung in space, catching his breath from the exertions of energy and the sheer adrenaline pounding through his system after the last few hectic seconds of battle. A great light suddenly exploded into his awareness, stealing away his sight. A shockwave of power as the Spirit Bomb consumed its target shuddered through the area, tossing Rem from the air to land upon his back on the brown soil of his ancestral homeland.

He blinked rapidly, and saw that just a few meters away was the fox eared warrior who had been so instrumental in keeping the cyborg saiyan busy. Rem scrambled over, noticing that he too had taken much damage from the first Attack Rem had seen upon entering the battlefield; a technique he had no name for, but knew it was capable of great feats of slaughter and destruction. "Hey." Rem half shouted over the deafness plaguing him following the attack. "Lay still for a second, I can help." Rem looked around frantically for a few moments, trying to find the staff he used to aid with his healing. While he was Dragon Clan, and possessed all aspects of the Namekian people, he simply wasn't as proficient a healer on his own- and having the Sampris crystals and the ancient, Namekian staff of power to channel through increased the magnitude of his abilities in that regard by leaps and bounds.

The staff had flown from his hands when he had been chucked from the air it seemed, and he scrambled back over the ground, retrieved it, then crawled back to the fox eared man. "I'm Rem, by the by." He announced, closing his eyes for just an instant and letting a massive wave of energy shuck through his body, out his hands, and then through the staff where it was concentrated. A moment later a green glow seemed to covered the fatigued and battered warrior.

It was at that point that Rem finally noticed that his scouter was still reading a massive power level. "What?' He asked, turning towards where he had seen the destruction of the powerful enemy warr.... He was still standing, stock still, staring at... Who the hell... "Wha..." Rem felt a vague sense of muddled confusion enter his mind. Who had just died, if the attack had succeeded? And then he knew. The OTHER Saiyan, the one who had said Gohan was dead. He was completely gone from sight, his power level vanished from his scouter. "Damn." Muttered Rem, knowing that with the leader still alive, this battle would be ever so much harder. His sun stone was burned out, he couldn't cast another spirit bomb. "Shit."

And then the man disappeared from sight. "GOHAN!" Rem screamed on instinct. It didn't matter that Rem had just blown the shit out of the guy, annihilated his henchmen, and probably ruined some very important plans the man had. Bad guys ALWAYS went for the weak ones first. "Gotta go." Rem said, dropped the staff as his body shifted through space, trying, desperately, to reach Gohan in time.

The mental process had taken no time at all, and his speed was as magnificent as ever. But... he appeared a dozen feet too far behind the beast, who was already in the process of slicing in towards the exposed chest of the boy warrior, Gohan. "NO!" Screamed Rem, and his right arm thrust outwards in a powerful strike while his left shot to stop the attack. Bare inches before the blade struck the boy down, Rem's left hand seized Chaos arm, pulling him just off target enough for the blade to strike harmlessly to the side of Gohan. His other hand blasted in, in an attempt to smash the face of his opponent in, to disorient and delay him for the precious moments the Namek needed to get into a better position. (counter 1)

The man, or machine, whatever he was, was undeterred by the attack, turned back towards Gohan and tried, once more, to strike him down. Rem surrounded himself with energy even as his arm returned to him, it whip lashing down before rejoining his body at its normal length, such was the speed at which he was moving to cut off the foeman from making any further attacks upon the young protege of Justice. Rem sped as fast as he could, and from still behind the cyborg, his foot lashed out at the last second, battering it to the side in the downward stroke of a two strike attack. As the blade used the momentum of its motion to come back with a cut horizontally, rem appeared- his buckler intercepting it once more. The vibrations of the attack roiled through Rem, but did not deter him as his foot lashed out at the head of his opponent as Rem was spun away and to the side. (counter 2)


Rem cursed as he pulled his momentum under control, and saw that this powerful enemy was actually using the force of Rem's attack to move into a spinning attack for Gohan's throat. He just.. wouldn't... stop. "I WILL BE YOUR FOE!" Roared the Namekian, his hands coming together, the gauntleted fists erupting into sparks as he caught the blade between his palms, and then struck out with as powerful an abdominal kick as he could muster, which might hopefully take the gusto from the determined murderer's attacks. (counter 3)

As the enemies blade retracted, rem's left hand shot forward, energy surrounding it in the instant before he struck in at the face of the man. The arm pulled back an instant later, and his right, which had reached over his shoulder and pulled forth the ancient, powerful Sabre he wielded came down in a diagonal slash, left to right across the man's torso. Rem was moving as fast as he could as he tried to overwhelm this beast of a man with attacks from every direction. That last attack was going to be useless as a severing strike, Rem assumed, so that same power that fueled his fists flowed along the length of the blade, encompassing it as it strove to cleave in the bastards chest cavity (A5, G1)




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Action 1: Heal Sanara (-10.5%)
Action 2:  Counter Chaos 4 (join grapple) ST+(SA)Mystic Attack. (.5%)
Action 3:  Counter Chaos 5, Power Fly+(SA) Kick @ Face.  (.8%)
Action 4: Counter Chaos T, SA/Kick @ Guts, Fly.   (.6%) 
Action 5:  Mastered Serafin Punch @ Face (Dr3) (4.5%)
Tactician: Lost
Grapple 1: Fly+Mastered Serafin Strike @ Chest (Sword) (Dr3) (4.5%)*

*Made sure Chaos was okay with me using the sword w/Serafin.   The Freezing rune obviously doesn't apply. 

Ki used: 5.7+21.4=27.1
Stamina lost: 5307+6034=11,340
Ki Remaining: 72.9
Vitality Lost: --


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Stats: Current
PL: 375,931364,591
KI: 187,966
Strength: 46,158
Speed: 47,992
Toughness: 46,085  51,509
Stamina: 45,990 34,650
Vitality: 49,733

Special Shit:

Counters:  Os: 4/4, Kakarot 4/4,  Chaos: 0/2,  1/2 Misc.
PL: 1
Int: 1
Stam: 1
Level: 1
Scouter: 1
Tact: 1

Speed Teleports: 6/7 Remain

Prepared Items: 
Stasis Grenade
Ankh of Alexandria
Phoenix Down
Zekka Gauntlets ->Thieves Gloves
Scroll of Teleportation
Panacea
Ki Well
World Breaker Gem


Prepared Weapon Techs:
Cripple: 2/2
Windmill: 12/2
Inferno Sabre: 2/2
Aura Blade: 1/1
Verbation Blade: 1/1
Healing Blade: 1/1
Luciendar Light Assault: 1/1
Kuzu Ryu Sen 1/1
Triple Strike 1/1

Healing:
Damage: 12%+20%=32%(x5%)=34% (37% w/Bioscan)
Stamina: 4%+20%=24%(x5%)=25% (28% w/Bioscan)

Masamune Damage:
10(base)+1(hard)+3(adm)+5(CC)+1(Insc)+10(righteous)=+30% Damage

KI Damage:
1(insc), 10(righteous)=+11% Damage.


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The green thing would not stop attacking, and its strikes now became even more annoying as it vanished between attacks like some sort of speed demon. Gohan had almost no time to react, which was damn annoying considering how much a single strike could screw him over with the claws this thing was packing.

The first strike came immediately after the creature reappeared from its first vanishing, now in a position something like that of the roundhouse kick. Reacting at high speed Gohan raised his arm and clashed it against the oncoming limb, using his superior strength to stop the attack in its tracks.

His foe was not done yet, however, as it continued to spin around and raised an arm, going for a hammer blow to Gohan’s right shoulder. A slight repositioning of his arm was enough to stop the second attack as well, leaving Gohan protected. The thing vanished again, and then a moment later he was once again striking Gohan. A claw slash for the Half Saiyan’s eyes.

“It’s always the goddamn eyes!” The Half Saiyan yelled, raising his arm to clash against the incoming strike. He could see without his eyes anyway, after the training he had undergone in the Next Dimension. Still, it was annoying to lose them…and painful. And then the Saibamen was gone again, after finding yet another one of his attacks stopped dead.

The little freak finally finished up with a clawed kick for the groin after reappearing once again. It was getting tough to keep up with his annoying speed, but Gohan was able to lower the arm he had just used to block the strike for his eyes; again slamming his limb into the enemy’s to stop the attack. Finally, the thing was done…And there was a very small pause before Gohan’s inner telepathy was once again warning him of unseen danger.

Instantly scanning the area around him with sense, Gohan found his former opponent, Osiris, was right behind him with blade drawn. Even quicker, the Half Saiyan spun around, raising his right arm and then lowering it with force, slamming it into the side of his foe’s blade where he would barely feel the pain. There was a tough vibration that ran through his arm, and although he being at only half of his full strength was giving him a disadvantage the Psychic Master managed to hold his limb. Gohan did not stop spinning, however. He kept going, raising his opposite leg as he did so and bringing it onto his opponent from the side like a roundhouse kick, to the head. After his strike landed Gohan quickly analysed the area for something to throw with his telekinesis. But there was nothing, unless he wanted to get some water out of the clouds and somewhat wet Osiris…and with no time to fire a ki attack, all he could really do was try to physically hold off both foes…almost impossible.

Gohan quickly used sense to search the ground below for his other half, hoping they would assist him and make the numbers even again in this clash…but he couldn’t feel a power signature like his below. His mental link to his twin was gone as well...Instead of a constant stream of his brother’s thoughts seeping into the corner of his mind there was just some static. That fucking static…so distracting.

Things couldn’t possibly get worse…and then they did. Suddenly, another member of the fray was participating in the sky-high showdown. The incredibly powerful one, whatever his name was, had appeared and was attacking Gohan. And then, faster than the Psychic Master had thought possible, Rem was there too, protecting the boy. Great, so now he only had to deal with two fighters…Yeah, fuck this.

WC: 623
TWC: 5,991

Actions:
G1. Block Saibamen A1 + Bukujutsu (0.8%)
1. Block Saibamen A2 + Bukujutsu (0.8%)
2. Block Saibamen A3 + Bukujutsu (0.8%)
3. Block Saibamen AG1 + Bukujutsu (0.8%)
4. Counter Osiris AG1 w/ SA + Bukujutsu (0.8%)
Tactician. Lost (0.8%)

Ki:
Ki Used: 4.8%
Total Ki Used: 74.4%
Stamina Drain: 23,158
Damage Taken: 50%
Total Damage Taken: 85%
Vitality Drain: 13,474

Current Stats:
Power Level: 172,843/250,382
Ki: 125,191
Strength: 15,487/30,974
Speed: 14,799/29,597
Toughness: 19,444/38,887
Stamina: 4,456/25,714
Vitality: 13,475/26949
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: 0
Counters Remaining @ Saiba: 3
Bonus Counters: 4 (I, too, forgot about Tactician II)
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: 2
Invisible Jumps Remaining: 1
Runic Blasts Remaining: 0
Silent Shoe Attacks Remaining: 1
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Now was the time.

That was the only thought that Sanara had as the Namekian came over to him, kept him pressed against the ground. His body was injured, even after he had consumed the senzu, but as the Namekian knit together the cuts and bruises that stained his fair skin, he realized that now, more than ever, they had a chance of victory.

His skills, his power, his wit were all being put to the test, and his allies were being pushed to their absolute limits. But through all that...

They had a chance.

Sanara's grip, which had faltered as the pressure wave from the spirit bomb toppled him, returned to him. His fingers fell into the ever so slight grooves along the handle, and his mind locked onto the growing mass of fighters. The Namekian was already gone, having driven himself into combat as quickly as possible, and Sanara could not allow himself to be too far behind. His body ached from the pain of battle, which a Senzu could not entirely relieve even after the wounds were gone, and his burned skin ached every time it was stretched and pulled at. But he could not allow it to slow him - now above all else was when he most needed his full force. A decisive move now could end this battle, forever.

"This ends... NOW!" Sanara shouted, loud, though over the thunderous din of battle he wasn't certain that any of the others could hear him.

It didn't matter. His words were a promise to himself, not some empty threat - not some braggart's unenforceable words. They were the force that would drive him to pierce through the veil of darkness that were their foes and finally shine some light on this damned galaxy.

Sanara's feet pounded the ground so hard that he actually left imprints as he closed the distance. He had little subtlety in his movements - they were direct, fast strikes, aiming to inflict as much damage as possible, finesse natural rather than forced.

He aimed for the weakest non-green foe. The blood streaming down him was enough to draw Sanara's attention, the scent in the air, the fighter having taken several attacks already, and most likely being ready to fall. He slashed twice across the fighter, from right shoulder to left hip, from left shoulder to right hip, intending to slice the fighter in half if he had half a chance. But even were he not that lucky the blow was still aimed to pass through several vital organs. He drove a third and final blow straight forward as if to pierce right through Osiris' adam's apple. Then, Sanara flared his aura and was moving again, before his feet would have even been able to react under normal circumstances.

He spun, twisting himself around the back side of the fighter, lashing out with two more, quicker strikes that still held all the power he could. Now he aimed for places not covered by the armor - as he was on the right side, one slash fell toward the neck line of the warrior, and a second was a lower slash around the femur of his foe, aiming to slice open a vital artery or outright remove the limb. As he continued his move, nearly around to the back of Osiris, he finished his combo with a stab at the arm of his foe, meant to drive upward through flesh and bone, followed by a quick twist. If he were quick enough to land the stab, the twisting motion would almost certainly rip off a limb, or at least a very large chunk of flesh.

Now, he aimed for the finishing moves. Ensuring that his allies were not on the other side of the warrior, Sanara poured energy through his legs, propelling himself to directly behind the warrior, and gripping the blade with both hands.

He lunged forward, pressing his weight behind the thrust as he dug Zangetsu's tip directly for the back of his opponent's chest for his heart, if he even had one. Twisting the blade before he withdrew it for maximum effect, Sanara let out a battle cry, as he removed the blade from its new 'sheath' and pressed forward once more, this time aiming for the man's spine just slightly below the neck line.

When the motions were complete he jabbed, twice more - quick stabs, shallow, but lethal, aimed at the two very large arteries in the man's neck. Were they struck, with the size and nature of Sanara's blade, bleeding out would not only be fatal but almost immediate.

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Actions
Free- Blademaster Stance
Free- Join Grapple
1- ST + 3 Special Attacks @ Osiris (.3%) [114k SPD]
2- ST + 3 Special Attacks @ Osiris (.3%) [114k SPD]
3- ST + 2 Special Attacks @ Osiris (.3%) [114k SPD]
4- ST + 2 Special Attacks @ Osiris (.3%) [114k SPD]
5- Lost (4v3)

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Notes
[-9%]Damage Received: Avalonian Armor + SAoG
[+8%]Sword Damage: Rapier of Light
[+2] Sword Techs Prep: Grooved Rapier of Light[/font]

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Prepared Items
Stun Grenade
Stasis Crystal
Potion x2
Senzu Bag (1/4)
Ankh of Aleksandria
Energy Drink
Sunstone Shard

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Prepared Techs
Luciendar Light Assault
Healing Blade
Inferno Sabre
Triple Strike
Aura Blade
Kuzu Ryu Sen
Ultra Slash
Verberation Blade
Vast Cross

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Stats Bonuses/Transcendence/Charisma
Power Level: 468,164
Ki: 237,325 (Transcended)

Strength: 62,700
Speed: 76,429
Toughness: 61,439 - [+6,218] Armor

Stamina: 57,022 [58,022 Base Transcended]
Vitality: 55,164

Determination: 441
Charisma: 438
Intelligence: 533

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Ki Used- 47.6%
Fatigue- ~1000 (It's actually less)

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Base PL- 305250
WALL OF SHAME
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10 Apr 12, 02:15 PM Taps: Kama, stop having fantasies about me and Trunks. They are creeping me out. >.>
10 Apr 12, 02:15 PM Kamatayan: It never actually happened, but it happens every night in my mind lol

23 Apr 12, 03:27 PM
Taps: Gawds, Sana thinking he so hawt.
Apr 12, 03:28 PM
Kenpachi: You know you want this ass

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    i just like the feeling of a boner
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Osiris
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A huff of air escaped the youth’s lips as a solid shin impacted his oblique. His torso shifted to the side to try to reduce the force some, but the plasma layer was the only thing that truly helped lessen the damage. The pain in his side set off a chain reaction that ran from one point of agony to another renewing the hurt. It was a worthwhile payment though. The void flames leapt out in an attempt to consume the saiyan’s leg and run rampant up and over his body.

The air the three fighters were suspended in went from feeling vast and expansive to crowded and suffocating as bodies piled in to take their turns abusing one another.

Shi-” a gust of wind flooded over the Pallor Lord as the Fair-Fox came in for the kill- relentless.

Osiris watched as the Cosmic Regent went out of his way to keep the young man out of the clutches of his namesake. It was both graceful in its flow, and brutish in its punishment. The enemy was completely intoxicated upon though as he just kept pressing forward. Maneuvering around Chaos finally, the black sword struck out in quick succession looking to burry itself in the soft tissues of the throat. If they landed, the blood that was left in the youth would spray in fine jets like a Las Vegas fountain show.

You go for the weakest member of the herd first, the easy kill. That was a simple code every carnivore followed, even foxes. At that moment, the Son of Cauldron was easily the most wounded, but fuck the pain . . . it was his mistress. Pushing back with his Ki Osiris tried to avoid the blows as he angled to move handful of feet directly behind the Regent. It wasn’t enough though, it wasn’t fast enough. All it accomplished was creating a bit of space that simply following through with a rather exaggerated motion would compensate for.

Warm liquid passed through the void flames and splattered across the Pallor Lord’s face. It was warm, and held an unusual purple hue: just like his mother’s. He blinked once, and then the realization set in. The black stinger had pierced into the saibaman’s left eye, and then straight through the right side of its neck. A gurgling noise like no other, blood poured into the little creature’s windpipe and it began to bubble out from between needle teeth.

Without having realized it, the little green monster must have positioned himself closer to its Master. Its arms were raised to defend, but it was just too slow. Even with its more rudimentary instinct-driven-mind, it must have known it was out-classed. The energy supporting it midair faltered, and for a split second the body began to fall.

The air began to tremble with fear as two Cosmic Lords let loose their power. Great abysmal torches scorched the clear Namekian skies. So similar, yet the subtle differences spoke volumes. The Regent’s energy shown dark, dense, and brilliant like well polished obsidian. Osiris’s was empty, and somber like the starless reaches of space.

With the flames pushed outwards into his aura, the Pallor Lord was visible once more. His face was no longer set into its usual emotionless state; it was twisted with anger and regret. Cold eyes glared at the Fair-Fox and the very sight of him caused the acidic taste of disgust to be summoned. The swordsman’s entire body took on the excitement of battle, or the kill . . . and it was doubtful this sick bastard was just carrying around a roll of zeni tokens in his pocket.

Then, the sound of a metal retractor scraping against and pulling apart a breast bone announced the presence of four burgundy tentacles. Each one wrapped around one of the saibamen’s limbs securely before reeling it back in. Osiris embraced the limp green body against his bosom with both arms. His body trembled with-shame.

I brought you here, but I won’t them take you away . . . I won’t let history repeat.

Consumed.

That was simply the only word to describe what happened next. The unnatural rift along the Pallor Lord’s sternum flexed slowly like a great white’s mouth put into slow motion. A disturbing second later, Greene was crushed and ripped down to size. Osiris literally took his deceased minion into his own flesh. Logic bent as the maw pushed itself back shut and then disappeared into the youth’s natural form with no trace left behind.

The trembling evolved into a terrible shudder that vibrated the Son of Cauldron’s whole body.

I . . . hate . . . you.

Flesh began to flow like churning waters, but the air around it became distorted with snapping sparks of amethyst electricity and an ethereal haze. Osiris’ entire frame expanded several inches as his body reinforced itself. Great metal and bone structures covered his chest and shoulders with a brutish chest plate. His shins and knees were covered in a similar way that ended in a jagged formation over the joints. Where flesh ended, and equipment began was no longer a divisible line.

His midsection and left arm seemed bare and revealed the massive collection of scars that covered the Pallor Lord’s frame. The skin no longer looked the same though. Instead of being smooth and porous, it had taken on overlapping scales that looked like dull ivory. His right arm was among the most radically changed features though. It looked as though a gauntlet of vicious metal-bone spines had grown out of the forearm and seamlessly connected with the bestial claw the hand came to resemble. Between the spines the black flames still pooled and extended out in long tendrils reminiscent of a swarm of eels awaiting prey.

Adorning it all though, was a mantle of horns that looped once as they extended out to shoulder length. Thorns spiked them at irregular intervals creating a wild look reflected in the literally burning eyes. The amassing dark energy within the Pallor Lord’s body resonated with the still hidden Skeleton Crown feeding his form even more. Wounds were forgotten in the transition that left Osiris a more focused, and seemingly sinister being.

Yet for all these changes, their full extent was still hidden behind the ethereal static like a palpable curtain of disbelief. This new form was slightly out of sync with the universe, and that was exactly what made it so dangerous. The Son of Cauldron’s unyielding will ruled his body with a sense of autonomy away from the natural order.

A gentle caress washed over Osiris with a familiar touch. It was an intimate sensation to have the Regent’s Fangs glide over you, but the youth welcomed it. Striding over air as though it were stone, the Pallor Lord stood shoulder to shoulder with his leader: Judgment and Retribution.

We are. You will not be.



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Actions:
Free: Knocked out of Grapple
1-2. Dodge Final Sword Strikes+Flying .1%
3. Power Up+fly +25% -.1%
4. Equip Reflect Ring – lose garb+fly .1%
Tact: Transform+fly -.4%
Det: Sensu Bean+fly +50% damage, 25% Ki, 50% battle fatigue -.4%
Saiba Actions:
1: Partial Block Final Sword Strikes+fly .1%
2: Bleed Out+fly .1%
3: Get Eatin’---lovingly. 

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Ki:
Ki Used: 1.3%   (+50%)
Total Ki Used: 8.9%
Stamina Drain: 115

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Current Stats:
Power Level: 88,383/117,844---roughly 140k
Ki: 44,192/58,922----
Strength: 15,004 -- 21,335
Speed: 16,193 – 22,941
Toughness: 16,929— 24,466+armor
Stamina: 13,405 ---after drain  11,108 ----14,996
Vitality: 13,584 – after damage--- 7,000 --- 10,530

Determination: 1,070
Charisma: 246
Intelligence: 1,616

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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


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Prepared Items:
Reflect Ring
Sensu Bean
Stasis Crystal
Saiba Jar
Potion x2
Stun Gernade

Weapon Tech:
Verbration Blade
Aura Blade
Triple Strike
Healing Blade
Kuzu Ryu Sen
Ultraslash
Inferno Sabre


Moves Available:
Counters Remaining @ FG: 2 (Forgot the one from Tact II)
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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Judgement


A grunt accompanied by a spray of blood left his mouth when Rem’s first punch landed square, but he barely registered the throbbing pain. The ringing in his ear from the Namekian’s foot colliding with his skull didn’t even bother him. Hell, the wind being forced from his lungs was the farthest of his concerns when Rem’s foot was buried into his gut. No, none of the pain mattered anymore. He had one thought, one desire. To spill as much blood as possible, and this green bastard was getting in the way. A crack of Ki filled the air and Chaos’ neck craned painfully from the force of Rem’s punch; and that other walking-corpse, Sanara, was coming in fast. He yelped when Rem's Ki infused blade struck his chest plate and sent him skidding backwards. His armor was designed to force attacks such as that one off to either side turning would-be impalements into glancing blows from most warriors.

Enough.

The crimson of his eyes examined the Yoko who had stomped his way (hard on and all) towards Osiris; Chaos would not allow another Lord to fall. He flowed gracefully, even in his rage, and stopped Sanara’s arm half way through his assault before slamming his fist into the soft temple on the fighter’s head. Sanara, undeterred tried to strike down the young Lord once more, but again Chaos answered, slapping the black blade away and swinging a screaming haymaker for the same soft spot.

Hopefully it would be enough to force the Yoko to reconsider his actions, because if the punches didn’t, Chaos’ next actions would. Ea moved as a red streak through the air intercepting Sanara's attack while his mechanical hand simultaneously shot forward to clamp on the fighter's thin wind-pipe. But that wasn't enough as the digits hissed closed around the frail neck; he never intended to let go but the tricky fucker was still intent on cutting up Osiris so there was no way to be sure he'd keep hold of him. A gentle rumble began to pull at the ground below them, slowly growing into a growling crescendo as the black flame of Chaos’ essence erupted to life once more. They stopped it once, but no more. They will be judged. Their fate would be decided by the sins they’d committed against the Cosmic Empire, and there were plenty to be sure. His scarlet gaze met Kakarot’s lifeless form in the distance. Silently, hot coals burned behind his eyes towards the two strongest warriors.

This would work just fine to quench his thirst. So, he couldn’t have the boy’s life yet? Fine. He’d take everybody at fucking once. The intruders had fought for god knows what and failed. The time for repentance had passed with the unforgivable murder of Kakarot. They would pray for death when Chaos finished with them and the weight of their sins atoned. Black hair and tattered clothing fluttered behind him from the force that whipped in all directions.

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Actions
Free: Take Rem's attacks
1. Counter + 1SA [Haymaker] v. Sanara A1
2. Counter + 1SA [Haymaker] v. Sanara A2
3. Counter v. Sanara A3 [Grab]
4. Charge Finisher
5. Charge Finisher
Tactician. Whispering Fangs @Justice League [25 Meter Raidus] | PL: 1,698,535 | DR: 8 | CE: SLICE | +1 Action to Advanced and Finishers


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Ki Used- 21%
Total Ki Loss- 46.8 %
Damage- %


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Notes
+3% damage physical attacks, +2% damage Ki attacks, -1 action from opponent's first post– Grooved Icicle Gloves of Might
+1% Damage to Ki attacks- Intelligence belt of Energy
+11% sword damage- Adamantium Hardened Freezing Crimson Blade of the Fallen of Rage
-24% Damage– Plated Damaskian Armor IV/Plated Diamond Armor
Ki Mastery III - 15% Ki Drain
Cyborg -  33% Ki Drain
Tactician Passive
Pure Power I Passive
Speed Teleports (6/7)


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Prepared Items [8/8]
Senzu Bean Bag (1/4)
Ki Well
Ki Absorption Device
World Breaker’s Gem
Dark Matter
Potion (2/2)
Demon Horn

Prepared Weapon Techniques
Verberation Blade
Kuzu Ryu Shen
Aura Blade
Mortoseth Shadow Assault
Healing Blade
Ultra Slash
Inferno Saber
Triple Strike
Vast Cross


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Stats
Bonus/Ki Loss/Power Up
Power Level: 750,343-> 857,846 -> 853,388
Ki: 377,366-> 428,923

Strength: 119,540-> 137,471
Speed: 60,883-> 70,015
Toughness: 83,169 [106,456]-> 95,644 [122,425]
Stamina: 72,581-> 83,468-> 79,010
Vitality: 97,687-> 112,340

Int: 1,806
Det: 471
Cha: 243

Base PL: 435,418
21-2
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Silence… his scouter had been suddenly cut off to his Saiyan comrade upon the field of battle as a slight breeze flowed across the grassy plain the Dark Prince currently sat leaned against a rock. His body was covered by his usual attire. The bone link plates were tightly interlocked which gave him a measure of protection. Vegeta tossed his crimson cloak down upon the ground as he let out a low sound of frustration. If that fool had broken yet another scouter he fully intended to beat the shit out of him.

Slowly he exhaled as he focused his mind and reached out with his senses in an attempt to gain a better understanding of what the current situation was. His mind settled upon the three remaining opponents that were squaring off with his allies. Then he felt the immense power of the Cosmic Regent… a presence one could hardly miss. His mind then focused upon the one known as Osiris and his little… shit bag of a Saibaman. They were despicable little creatures but they did have their uses.

Then he attempted to focus upon his Saiyan comrade Kakarot only to discover something was amiss. He could not feel the Saiyan Warrior’s presence anywhere on the battlefield let alone the planet. He spat upon the ground and cursed. “Fool… disgracing Saiyans by allowing such rabble to best him,” he growled as he quickly began making his way towards where he could feel the remaining combatants battling it out. As he progressed Vegeta tapped a small button located on the side of his scouter to play some stored footage of Kakarot’s last moments. That was one of the more handy features of a scouter. They were both camera and communication devices and could easily be set up to transmit the data to other scouters for review.

What he saw nearly caused him to halt his advance altogether. His hair swayed slightly as he gritted his teeth as the sacrifice that had occurred played out upon the small transparent azure display over his left eye. The Namekian had formed an enormous orb of energy and had intended to end the Cosmic Regent’s life with it and Kakarot had given his own life to ensure Chaos’ life was not at risk. It was an honorable act… one that served to stir his Saiyan blood.

It did not take him long to reach the scorched soil of Kakarot’s last stand. He slowly glanced around the area through narrowed eyes before unsnapping a pouch at his waist and retrieving a small bright orange feather. If the Saiyan warrior had been reduced to next to nothing Vegeta sought out the largest portion and touched the delicate feather to the flesh and allowed it to work its magic as small tendrils of smoke began to rise up from the feather’s surface as heat began to transfer into his dead ally. Without waiting for his ally’s revival Vegeta took several steps away and clenched his fists as his dark eyes rose to the sky to observe the shit going down.

His hair began to sway as if a slight wind had started to flow over the scarred battle field. His dark eyes flashed an emerald green as his hair began to rise up and take on a golden hue. A golden light flickered around his body as the transformation began. A slight tremor spread throughout the immediate area as the intense rage within him began to boil over. Then without warning an intense golden aura burst to life around his body. Through the sheer force of the sudden shift in both pressure and power the ground beneath his feet seemingly vanished as a small crater formed beneath his feet.

With one fluid motion the Dark Prince unsheathed the katana that had been secured in the scabbard strapped to his back. The next moment the ground shook violently and began to break up as Vegeta seemingly vanished. Moving at previously unknown speeds to him Vegeta gripped the hilt of his weapon and lowered it down to his right side as he made his way towards the first enemy that he came upon… which so happened to be someone he recognized from old reports. The foxlike being that had fought against members of the Cosmic Empire before… a mistake he obviously had not learned from.

As Vegeta rapidly drew precariously close to the alien he brought his blade around and made every attempt to drag it straight through the man’s neck taking his head along with him. Regardless of the success of his initial attack Vegeta’s aura flared as he took a sudden ninety degree turn to the left. Nearly an instant later his body veered swiftly towards the fox eared alien once again. His time his blade slashed out towards the man’s abdomen as Vegeta attempted to cleave him in half. The Dark Prince continued his flight until he abruptly came to a stop next to none other than the Cosmic Regent himself. There was a look of intensity in his eyes as his jaw clenched.

The intricately drawn M that was situated upon his forehead marked him as bearing a link to Chaos and it was no in clear view of anyone gazing upon the Saiyan Prince. “What the fuck is taking you so long and why the hell did Kakarot die?” Vegeta spit towards his left. “Do I need to show you how this is done or shall we simply kill them now and be done with this shit?” He turned his eyes towards the Namekian and arched a single eye brow. “So the locals are involved in this?” Vegeta slowly shook his head as he quickly retrieved a small vial from a pouch on his belt. He turned his emerald gaze back upon the ones who started this shit and pushed the needle-like projection into his thigh as he injected a dark blue liquid into his veins.

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PL: 417,182 [414,374] < Current
Ki: 208,591

Str: 59,388
Spd: 65,077
Tou: 59,909 (4,875)
Sta: 47,148 [45,744] < Current
Vit: 47,021

Det: 898
Cha: 3,350
Int: 1,445

Total Ki use: 12.9%
Battle Fatigue: 13.6% [1,404 sta]
Actions
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1. Phoenix Down on Kakarot
2. Majin SSJ (0.7%)
3. Yokata Power Up (0.7%)
4. Ultra Slash vs Sanara (Speed: 130,154) (5.7%)
5. Ultra Slash vs Sanara (Speed: 130,154) (5.7%)
Scounter: Bukujutsu + Energizer (0.8%)
Tactician: (0/2)

Weapon Techs
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1. Windmill
2. Aura Blade
3. Verberation Blade
4. Kuzu Ryu Sen
5. Healing Blade
6. Ultra Slash
7. Rough Divide
8. Ki Slash
9. Tres Flores

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1. Bag of Sensu Beans (4/4)
2. Energy Drink
3. Phoenix Down
4. Energizer
5. Stun Grenade
6. Hardened Skin
7. Capsule Corp. Barrier
8. Potion

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1. Allies Gain +1,675 all stats
2. Base PL: 202,132
3. Zenkai, Combat Rune
4. Joining UT
5. Kakarot you're up
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Everything was black. Nothingness filled Kakarot's mind as he struggled to put together a single thought and movement. The pain was the only thing that reminded him that he was still alive. He was... alive. Not in Hell and ready to learn another deadly technique taught by the mighty Lucifer himself, but alive. His everything hurt, but it would be worth it once he confirmed that what he had done wasn't for nothing.

Chaos better be kicking ass.

The Cosmic Butcher had finally mustered up the strength to fight through the pain and open his eyes. The ground beneath him rumbled violently, sending shockwaves of pain through his body once more. His labored breaths became increasingly painful with each shockwave from the battle taking place. He stared blankly into the sky until his mind and body were coordinated enough so that he could stand. Once he was able, he sat up and stared into his palms.

Burns.

Trying to wrestling with a gigantic sphere wasn't the most fun thing to do, but it was necessary. Kakarot mentally checked it off his bucket list and clenched his left fist. The pain that shot through him helped to wake the rest of his body and prepare him to continue the fight along with his brothers. He momentarily closed his eyes and visualized receiving a revitalizing bean. In a near instant, he held a sensu bean in his right hand. Without touching his face, he opened his mouth and popped the bean onto his tongue.

Why can't these things taste better?

He chomped down on the bean and waited just moments for it to do its work. He felt his wounds heal on his face, arms, chest and abdomen, though not completely. He still had some tears, scrapes and burns here and there, but he was able to continue to contribute to the war without too much difficulty. It was pain he could fight through. It was pain he had to fight through. He had no choice.

He finally turned his attention to the ongoing war as he got to his feet. The speed with which each combatant moved was amazing. What that meant, however, was that the enemy was still alive. That was about to change, thanks to Chaos. The Cosmic Regent was fighting like a madman, fueling Kakarot's own fire to crush the bastards that dared to stand against them. Even Faux-han would die a painful death.

Kakarot took flight toward Chaos to provide further assistance. Within just a few yards of him, the Saiyan warrior floated calmly. Without a word, He took to the sky and called out to the CarFax Fox, "You will die here!" and extended a middle finger toward him. He then spun rapidly, middle finger still extended. A black tornado arose from the ground several yards in front of Kakarot and Chaos, shredding the grass and sending large clumps of Namekian soil and stone revolving within it.

I wanna see blood.

The black twister roared like a freight train on a crash course toward the CarFax Fox. It ripped the ground apart on its path, adding debris to it's destruction. If all went according to plan, the fox man was about to experience a whole new level of pain. Chaos was already meting out his own deadly terror against the CarFax Fox, and then there was... Vegeta?

Holy shit.

The Dark Saiyan Prince was on the battlefield! There was no sight of Osiris, but the thought of him was pushed aside when the realization hit home for the Cosmic Butcher. It must have been Vegeta to make sure that he remained fit to fight. The Cosmic Butcher owed Vegeta big time. Then again, Vegeta might have been frustrated that he had to clean up Kak's mess once again. Assignment after assignment alongside the Dark Prince had not gone well.

He's always finishing what we start. Not today.

After Kakarot landed on the ground next to Chaos, he gave him and Vegeta a nod. "Gentlemen," he calmly said. He did his best to conceal the fact that he was heavily fatigued after being on the brink of death. He took in a few deep breaths and prepared to continued the assault on the CarFax Fox.

He gave himself several feet of space off to the side and raised both of his hands. While the use of the technique he learned from Lucifer had crossed his mind, it was not the right time for it. Instead, he focused his Ki into each open hand, palms up and created a pair of crimson discs. They whirred like buzz saws over his hands, signaling that they were ready to be released. Each disc was a yard in diameter and very, very dangerous to touch.

With a loud battle cry, he threw each disc at the CarFax Fox. One disc was headed toward its target's midsection, hopefully about to horizontally cut him in half. The other disc went vertical, attempting to amputate its target's right arm at the shoulder. If anything, he would be without an arm to use his sword effectively. Their focus should turn to anyone else still alive after they were done with the fox, though it crossed his mind as to why they weren't spread out and taking them all out simultaneously.

Oh well, I'm not the tactician here. Gimme a target and I'll do whatever I have to do.

Once the discs closed in on their target from opposite sides, Kakarot lowered his hands. He then left his right hand open and focused on visualizing a grenade in it. Instantly, it was delivered. He pressed the black button on top of it and quickly threw it toward the fox's forehead. It wouldn't blow his head off, but it might slow him down and limit his ability to mount an effective offense.

"Good to see you're in one piece," he then said to Chaos and grinned.





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Actions
1- Eat a bean (YUMMEH!) [-50% Damage, +25% Ki]
2 + 3- PF[.3%] + HTA[-8%] @ CarFax Fox[Sanara]
4- Kienzan + Second Wave + Kienzan[-16%] Crit: Slice
Tactician- Stasis Grenade @ CarFax Fox



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Ki Used This Turn: 24.3%

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Total Ki Used: 24.3%


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Stats with Bonuses
PL: 262,426 -> 275,826 -> 250,656

Ki: 134,501 -> 137,913 -> 125,328

Str: 42,215 -> 43,890 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Spd: 17,979 -> 19,654 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Tou: 31,215 -> 32,890 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Sta: 28,365 -> 30,040 -1,081 -> 28,959 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Vit: 29,418 -> 31,093 -11,504 -> 19,589 -125[Weighted Equipment]

Det: 869
Cha: 350
Int: 1,196


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[-1%]Ki Cost for one tech: Adel's Ki Mastery
[15%]Stamina Drain: Ki Mastery 3


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Prepared Items
1- Full Bag o' Beans
2- Stun Grenade
3- C.C. Barrier
4- C.C. Shield

5- Ki Buffer
6- Stasis Grenade
7- Energizer
8- Demon Horn

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Sanara's mind was numbed. Not from pain or exhaustion, no, those would have made entirely too much sense. His mind was more numb from a strange kind of disinterest he suddenly felt, though he couldn't explain why a high stakes battle, the kind of thing that usually filled a warrior with adrenaline and excitement, was suddenly causing him a steadily decreasing amount of fucks given. He felt more like an attorney sifting through legal papers, rather than swinging a blade, though he couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was the strange streak of bad luck, the kind explainable less by luck and more by some cruel, unusual god who had little to no idea when he should interfere, perhaps even bound through some cruel ritual by the fervent prayers of their foes, who until such divine intervention had been crushed to the point of teetering into oblivion.

Whatever. Sanara didn't have time to wonder on the quandary that was their unnatural, impossible turn of events. As much as the fight was (again, he wondered how such a thing could happen) boring him, he had to find the determination to fight on.

The attacks of his remaining foes were not especially significant, save for the one man's, but they were numerous. Sanara found himself face-to-face with the darkest of the warriors, as he threw blows to counteract the sword thrusts. Some might wonder how he was able to trade hand-to-hand blows against a man wielding a sword, but it was no matter. Sanara didn't stop attacking until he eventually found the Namekian interfering, a sudden block stopping one of his foe's attacks, giving Sanara a moment to buy some space and step back.

Sanara was suddenly being moved away from the other foes - and as soon as he took a moment to ponder, he realized exactly why. He was shooting away from them as the higher Power Leveled of their enemies soared in energy, and a wave of energy so thick it was almost visible erupted. Sanara realized what was happening - his body was reacting as his scouter screamed at him, and threw his own energies into flying away, pushing, harder, faster, bringing them away from the energy. He flew past the Namekian and grabbed him too (thankful that the green man had interfered in his defense, meaning it didn't take him out of his way at all), his feet carrying him away as fast as he could move as the energy closed in. It nipped at him, a few cuts strangely opening where nothing seemed to touch his legs, but the Namekian's reflexes combined with his speed allowed them to reach maximum velocity in fractions of a second, nearly sprinting away, providing them with as much space as they needed to escape the boundaries.

That space was, of course, soon violated, as the new arrival of a Saiyan threw himself at the Youko. Sanara grit his teeth and did his best to not swear at the man, as he lifted his blade and allowed the incoming attack to crash upon him. The movement was swift, and his strike was powerful, but the man lacked the finesse that Sanara had, though he would've been impressed - few were as old as him, save those among his own species. Still, he winced as his arm absorbed the force of the blow and his blade took the sharp edge, not once, but twice. The second time was more luck than sense; the stroke glanced off the edge of his blade, which was still in the guard position, though the effect was minimal the vibration still shook his arm. The blade fell onto his left arm as he twisted out of pure reflex, not lessening the blow by any, really; it slashed through a fair part of the bones in his elbow. He grit his teeth to fight back the pain, still able to use the arm, but definitely hurting for it.

There was a flash of light that he couldn't quite place - for a moment it was as though the whole world had exploded. Then he realized that he was surrounded, by a shimmering and brilliant aura of crystals, tiny, finite, like dust had suddenly formed around him. He realized his pocket felt lighter... the crystal from his pocket had suddenly exploded, forming around him and protecting him from something. He just... wasn't sure quite what. He didn't care. The cloud fell away, and Sanara was left to defend himself once again.

The final attacks were weaker, but Sanara still had to deal with them. But he needed to focus. He was running out of time and patience, and still battling the urge to yawn. He threw up a hand as the first disc approached him, thrown by the Saiyan foe newly resurrected. How, he wasn't sure - he didn't think it was particularly prudent to wonder. He couldn't focus on why their allies were all falling around as if they were paper tigers in front of a storm, while the others had taken twice, or even three times the beating and were still standing, despite measurably lower Power Levels. He had to focus on first defending, then destroying.

His left arm moved up in an attempt to bat away the first disc - however, his eyes failed him for a moment, swimming a bit as a momentary bout of what he could only classify as a lack of fucks destroyed his focus. The first disc sliced across his palm, though it lacked the strength to cut through the rest of his arm and dig in to deal truly effective damage, it still hurt like a bitch, and his blood sprayed across the ground. The second one was so close behind that he didn't realize it - before he could have normally reacted, it would have already cut into his arm. But Sanara's scouter saved him - it had highlighted the unusual patterns of energy, visibly pinging the secondary attack in bright red in his field of vision. Sanara twisted his body, leaning away from the attack in the same moment it would have struck, allowing it to pass just over his tender meats.

Not that it mattered. He was going to finish this fight, one way or the other, in the next few moments. Sanara lifted up his hand, and within, a glowing orange crystal shone with light. He didn't allow more than a moment before leaping, high into the air, his powerful legs carrying him several dozen meters into the sky each second, until he seemed to be hovering, arms pointed downward and the crystal spinning in his hand as if of its own accord. His foes had decided to group together in such a way that he could hardly pass up the opportunity; if nothing else, he decided, he could at least cripple one of them; this attack held the power to destroy planets, to wipe them from the face of the galaxy. And as he pointed it downward toward the landscape below, he knew that it would be their best shot at finishing this fight.

"Yeah, this just happened."

A massive, rainbow-colored beam emanated from Sanara's hands. The air shone with power, every particle of oxygen within a ten meter radius of the blast's origin superheating to nearly two hundred degrees. Sanara felt the heat, but paid no mind. It felt wonderful, as if his aura was so great it decimated even the atmosphere, as his beam skyrocketed toward the dark warriors below with a power and reckoning the likes of which the galaxy rarely had the opportunity to witness.

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Actions
Free- Take all not accounted for below or in Rem's post
1- ST + Assisted Dodge Whispering Fangs (.3%)
2- ST + Block Ultra Slash 1 (.3%)
3- Stasis Crystal *Out of order?*
Free- Martial Arts Database - negate Second Wave
4- Charge (Sunstone, .3%)
5- RBP @ Chaos [DR: 13, PL: 1,053,000] (34.3%)

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[-9%]Damage Received: Avalonian Armor + SAoG
[+8%]Sword Damage: Rapier of Light
[+2] Sword Techs Prep: Grooved Rapier of Light[/font]

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Prepared Items
Stun Grenade
Stasis Crystal
Potion x2
Senzu Bag (1/4)
Ankh of Aleksandria
Energy Drink
Sunstone Shard

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Prepared Techs
Luciendar Light Assault
Healing Blade
Inferno Sabre
Triple Strike
Aura Blade
Kuzu Ryu Sen
Ultra Slash
Verberation Blade
Vast Cross

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Stats Bonuses/Transcendence/Charisma
Power Level: 446,039
Ki: 237,325 (Transcended)

Strength: 62,700
Speed: 76,429
Toughness: 61,439 - [+6,218] Armor

Stamina: 29,414 [58,022 Base Transcended]
Vitality: 55,164

Determination: 441
Charisma: 438
Intelligence: 533

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Ki Used- 75.2%
Fatigue- 28,608

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Base PL- 305250
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10 Apr 12, 02:15 PM Taps: Kama, stop having fantasies about me and Trunks. They are creeping me out. >.>
10 Apr 12, 02:15 PM Kamatayan: It never actually happened, but it happens every night in my mind lol

23 Apr 12, 03:27 PM
Taps: Gawds, Sana thinking he so hawt.
Apr 12, 03:28 PM
Kenpachi: You know you want this ass

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Starting PL: 219,578.   Combat Rune, Battle Recorder.

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In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Hommo shot me three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing

Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on my soul
Somewhere my heart turned cold



"Damn." Rem muttered as he saw, from the corner of his eye, as Gohan punched the shit out of the weaker of their two foes. Like a match Gohan suddenly erupted into flames, curling into a fetal position as he fell to the ground like the ends of a piece of paper lit on fire. "He has to stop that shit." Rem muttered, mentally cataloguing the fact that the boy had been defeated three seperate times in one battle. Rem's gaze shifted over to the fox eared fighter who was apparently his only ally left in this fight. The man was taking a rather sound beating from the cyborg. "ENOUGH!" Rem shouted, unable to watch more of the brutal strikes. He wasn't exactly sure how the other had gotten out of his sight. He also wasn't sure how the robot was managing to counter every attack Sanara launched, considering that with him popping in and out of sight between attacks, Sanara was easily the fastest person on the battlefield at the moment. "Some... robot power of predictive math?" Rem muttered as he made his move.

He changed the flow of energy he was channeling into the blade, and flames erupted around its blade. As the hand of the metal man swooped in for the apparently bared throat of the fox, Rem struck his blade upwards, flames dancing across the mans palm for the moment it took him to realize his target had been replaced by that of a blade. Rem began to pull the other fighter away, to create room between the two of them and the other, so they could come at him from another angle.

Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. After wobbling back and forth, as if deciding whether to embrace unconsciousness, or fight against it, their OTHER opponent transformed himself into... something or other. Rem was busy watching the sudden explosion of power that was emanating from the stronger one. His power level was skyrocketing. "Jeez..." Rem managed to mutter. He hadn't realized he'd continued holding onto the fox man, and was rather surprised when he felt strong hands wrap around his OWN arm, and suddenly pull him away from Robot even further. About 37 meters, to be precise.

"What... what the fuck is THAT?" Rem asked, having never in his life seen a fireball of ebon energy, swirling dangerously about a person in such a way before. They were standing just above 30 feet from the edge of that swirling morass. Rem knew, somehow, that if he were to pass the outer plane of that orb of power his life would be forfeit.

"Death." A soft, emotionless, voice spoke from beside Rem.

The Namekian warrior turned to the left and stared at the being. His face was completely devoid of... anything. Blank and placid. The man looked and sounded as if he had already accepted defeat. "Hey, snap out of it, man. Theyre hurt, bleeding, and we're kicking their ass. We got this."

No response.

"They're strong sure, but listen. What's your name? I'm Rem, of the Justice League. I've got friends, they'll come if we need help..."

"Sanara." The dead voice said simply. Honestly, the Namekian wasn't even sure the other was even checked into reality any more. Something... seemed to have snapped within him during those last few attacks from the robot. "No one is coming... He's already here." With that, Sanara's right hand rose and pointed outwards.

Sure enough, Rem could see something approaching in the distance. "Shit.." Rem spat. They'd already taken down one of these guys and a Saibaman, he wasn't looking forward to facing yet another fresh warrior. What happened next, however, dismayed him beyond belief.

The dead saiyan... arose. What... Oh gods above, what Dark power could raise a man from the dead? Rem had thought that was a power only he possessed, the power of the ancient Phoenix.

"Sanara." Rem said, not even registering that his own voice had dropped into that same, hopeless cadence. "I..."

"Yeah." The other said, right as the new comer to the fight began to attack. Rem was pushed back from the two by the force of their vying powers and aura's, higher than his own. The dead saiyan, dead no more, joined the fray and began to launch attack after attack as well. "NO!" Rem shouted, gathering himself, leaping a couple meters in front of Sanara, and stabbing outwards with his massive Sabre as a Hyper Tornado, an attack which Rem thought only King Kai could teach, came barreling down upon them. The attack was disrupted, the winds dying away to nothingness in a few instants. Occupied as he was, the Namekian Champion was unable to assist with the defense of the spinning disks that came shooting past to either side of him a second later.

But... it was over, for now. The enemy had unleashed a barrage of attacks upon them, and they had survived. Rem breathed in, deep and fast. Not fatigued, not really, but so much despairing adrenaline was pumping through him at the moment he couldn't help it.

"You should go." Sanara spoke from a few feet behind him, that same, dead tone to his voice. Then, he leapt into the air and began to charge an attack that vied against even that massive power level emanating from the orb of black fire. It was rather impressive.

"No chance." Whispered the Namek to himself, standing there, looking up at Sanara before refocusing on the four fighters before him. Three of them, at least, were showing signs of wear. They would know they had been in a fight, whatever the outcome. Before Sanara could launch his brilliant beam of energy Rem tapped a button on his scouter, broadcasting on all frequencies. The leader of the band that had apparently been responsible for the deaths of multiple worlds, and the decimation upon Juno wore a scouter. Though distance and the sound of screeching energy seperated them, Rem figured the other would hear him.

"Who are you?" he asked simply, watching Sanara's attack grow brighter and more powerful by the second. "I am Kaisen of this world, Elder of Battle. The Savior of West City, Hero of Yardrat, Slayer of the Child-Killing Menace, Brolly. I am Rem, Leader of the Justice League." He paused for a moment, hearing no response. "I've fought many, but none as strong as you. Before the killing begins in truth, I would know your name."

Rem waited for the response to come, and then brought his arms before him as Sanara launched his massive attack from above. Thinking, and knowing that he would need all the power he could summon, Rem reached into a pocket, pulled out a small, black capsule case, and removed one of the last dynocaps within. He pressed the button, and immediately a worn, wooden shaft appeared in his hands. Thought it looked less than impressive, it contained mighty power. The Namekian aimed that staff straight at the cyborg, adjusting its direction should he dodge, and moving back himself if the other moved towards him. He wanted nothing to do with that black fire.

The tip of the staff glowed bright ref for a few seconds, gathered power... And in the second before he loosed its magnanimous energies, Rem adjusted the trajectory so that it shot forward and down, rather than straight at his opponent. Due to the angle, and the fact he was holding it at hip height, the beam would travel just a dozen yards or so before impacting upon the ground. Not even a child would be able to intercept it with a counter beam attack before it exploded, just within the outer perimeter of the Ebon Orb.

Rem moved then, tossing aside the staff as its energies had been burnt out, and running about a third of the way around the barrier in just a blink, such was his amazing speed. The first attack, should Sanara be quick on the uptake, would be avoidable enough as its explosive force would travel forwards before coming backwards. Sanara would need to dodge very fast, once his beam attack was resolved, to survive... But Rem had seen his speed. He could do it.

The second attack, which Rem charged between his hands as he Ran, would be much less merciful to anyone nearby. He was firing, more or less, back towards Sanara this time, and Rem could only hope the other had managed to get out of the first attack in time. Skidding to a halt, Rem brought his hands forward and fired once more- dropping to a knee just before doing so, to ensure that once again it was too low to be counter beamed before its explosion. He had ran with the barrier, so if Chaos moved, Rem would have moved with it to ensure that his attacks were centered upon the middle of that massive barrier. He wanted anything that chose to stay within its protective, death dealing borders to be turned into ash.

Breathing hard, feeling the first effects of fatigue upon him, Rem leapt into the sky, just as Sanara had. He leapt backwards as he did so, traveling away from the barrier. "KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" he began to shout, creating two balls of energy within either hand, before moving into the posture of the Kamehameha attack. "MEEEEE RAAAAAA!!!!" He roared, his voice drowned out by the deafening explosions that had temporarily stolen his hearing, as well as the sound of the fire barrier, roaring all too close. He took aim in the second before firing, makng sure to target it upon the leader of that merry troop, wanting, if possible, to ensure that ones death above all others. Then, he moved. His speed was fast as kenyans as he suddenly appeared upon the top side of the fire barrier. He appeared very, very close to the Fire barrier. So close that as he launched the massive beam of red energy, his hands were bare feet from its borders.

He created distance immediately, being thrust backwards and upwards by the inertia of the attack as he launched it, and allowing himself to be moved.


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Free: Otashi
Free: Inferno Sabre (5%)
Free: Verbation Blade vs Chaos grab
Free: Reserves (+20%)
Free: Accept ST out of Fangs
1: Aura Blade vs HTA (+7.5%)
Stun: Stasis Grenade @ Chaos (.5%)
2: Charge (.5%)
3 - Guardian Staff + Righteous Empowered Ion Beam  (0.5%  Dr 10)
4- Charge (.5%)
5- Righteous Ion Beam (12.5% Dr 8)
Tact - Buku+IST+10x Righteous Kamehameha @ Chaos (Dr 8/5, 16.5%)

Ki used: 27.1-27.5+31=30.6%
Fatigue: 11,340+8458=19,798
Ki Remaining: 80.4%
Vitality Lost: --


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Stats: Current
PL: 375,931356,133
KI: 187,966
Strength: 46,158
Speed: 47,992
Toughness: 46,085  51,509
Stamina: 45,990 26,192
Vitality: 49,733

Special Shit:

Counters:  Os: 4/4, Kakarot 4/4,  Chaos: 0/2,  1/2 Misc.
PL: 1
Int: 1
Stam: 1
Level: 1
Scouter: 1
Tact: 1

Speed Teleports: 5/7 Remain

Prepared Items: 
Stasis Grenade
Ankh of Alexandria
Phoenix Down
Zekka Gauntlets ->Thieves Gloves
Scroll of Teleportation
Panacea
Ki Well
World Breaker Gem


Prepared Weapon Techs:
Cripple: 2/2
Windmill: 12/2
Inferno Sabre: 2/2
Aura Blade: 1/1
Verbation Blade: 0/1
Healing Blade: 1/1
Luciendar Light Assault: 1/1
Kuzu Ryu Sen 1/1
Triple Strike 1/1

Healing:
Damage: 12%+20%=32%(x5%)=34% (37% w/Bioscan)
Stamina: 4%+20%=24%(x5%)=25% (28% w/Bioscan)

Masamune Damage:
10(base)+1(hard)+3(adm)+5(CC)+1(Insc)+10(righteous)=+30% Damage

KI Damage:
1(insc), 10(righteous)=+11% Damage.


* If Guardian staff costs an action (I assume it works the same as ki well) then nevermind it, and i'll account for extra ki loss next round. If it doesnt, but empowering/charging isnt included in the free ki, i'll add that then.
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Chaos
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((Requested an extention on the 24, never got a response back. I'd still rather do that, but if not, enjoy my post ^^))

Of course, I’m living forever

His eyes widened when he felt the arrival. For a brief moment his temper cooled when the Prince of Saiyans came into sight. And something else-- Kakarot? The Regent chanced a glance over his shoulder towards where his companion’s slain body had rested but he was gone. A familiar flare of energy met his senses him alerting him that the Cosmic Butcher was alive and kicking. It was over. The Cosmic Empire was there, unified within his judgement watching the rodents retreat. He nodded at Vegeta’s words, in too good of a mood to argue with the Prince.

The fox they had killed before, Sanara, was suddenly in the air above him as the others moved their own ways. He smiled, finally allowing the look of joy to cross his features again, and pointed two fingers towards the Yoko. A spike of power emanated from both warriors. Sanara thrust his hands down towards the planet using a wannabe version of Chaos’ own Rainbow Plasma, and with the added distance the Regent was ready to respond emphatically. A black beam ripped through the air, a crimson beam snaking around it to form a drill, and collided with the multicolored blast in mid air. Did the fool not realize he could destroy the entire planet like that? And Chaos was the bad guy? Here he was, about to save the planet from the fox-eared scourge, and at the end of the day nobody would care. So be it. He laughed, the sound carrying even over the crashing energies, and empowered his attack to a point the Yoko could not match at this point, and slowly the black drill of Ki began to burrow through the prismatic attack on course for its creator.

His hand remained above his head and his gaze trained on the sky. He felt out with his senses searching for the Yoko but instead a burst of energy from the Namekian caught his focus. He turned to see the green humanoid several meters outside range of his Whispering Fangs. It wouldn’t take much more to understand danger was coming, and in the next brief instances that followed, the Regent’s image flickered across the Namekian soil. The distance between them was already decent before he had began moving, and his great speed carried him a safe distance away very quickly-- so he thought.

His feet dug into the soil and his eyes had been trained back towards Rem but then he felt it-- behind him. He understood what had happened, though not entirely how since the Namekian must of traveled at fantastic speeds, and took the only course of action he had. Without even chancing a look towards the pesky Namekian, he shot straight up into the air to what he hoped would be safety. After images of the Regent flashed in the sky as he desperately tried to climb higher and dodge any debris that may be heading towards him.

And then, the bastard was on top of him again. He heard it, too. The most irritating phrase, one that he had heard countless times before. Enraged by the chant coming from Rem’s mouth, he prepared to move to safety before responding with his own attack. He blurred back across the Namekian surface as he speed teleported to safety. His feet began to ache from the stress but he pushed harder feeling the heat of the blast at his back. He could not be bested here, not now. So even if his feet bleed and his muscles burst, he would not lose to these imbeciles. He had plans for each of them, and nothing would stop that. Their bag of tricks was emptying, and even as he was bucked into the air from a shockwave he smiled.

He steadied himself in mid-flight and looked back towards Rem. The end was drawing close.



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Actions
1. Charge Special Beam Cannon
2. Special Beam Cannon [-45.5%] v. Sanara A5 | Initiate Ki Struggle | Ki Used: 193,015 | CE: DEATH/PIERCE | DR: 9 | PL: 1,982,610
3. ST + Dodge v. Rem A3
4.PF +  ST + Dodge v. Rem A5
5. PF + ST + Dodge v. Rem AT
Tactician. Lost


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Ki Used- 48.5%
Total Ki Loss- 95.3%
Damage- %


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Notes
+3% damage physical attacks, +2% damage Ki attacks, -1 action from opponent's first post– Grooved Icicle Gloves of Might
+1% Damage to Ki attacks- Intelligence belt of Energy
+11% sword damage- Adamantium Hardened Freezing Crimson Blade of the Fallen of Rage
-24% Damage– Plated Damaskian Armor IV/Plated Diamond Armor
Ki Mastery III - 15% Ki Drain
Cyborg -  33% Ki Drain
Tactician Passive
Pure Power I Passive
Speed Teleports (3/7)


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Prepared Items [8/8]
Senzu Bean Bag (1/4)
Ki Well
Ki Absorption Device
World Breaker’s Gem
Dark Matter
Potion (2/2)
Demon Horn

Prepared Weapon Techniques
Verberation Blade
Kuzu Ryu Shen
Aura Blade
Mortoseth Shadow Assault
Healing Blade
Ultra Slash
Inferno Saber
Triple Strike
Vast Cross


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Stats
Bonus/Ki Loss/Power Up
Power Level: 853,388-> 843,664
Ki: 428,923

Strength: 137,471
Speed: 70,015
Toughness: 95,644 [122,425]
Stamina: 79,010-> 69,286
Vitality: 112,340

Int: 1,806
Det: 471
Cha: 243

Base PL: 435,418
21-2


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The Saiyan Prince arched an eyebrow as their two remaining opponent’s up and tried to flee from the radius of Chaos’ attack after having managed to take or deal with the rest of his and his allies’ attacks. He was even further baffled with the Namekian retrieved what appeared to be a staff from a capsule and pointed it towards the Cosmic Regent. The image of Rem holding the staff that charged that massive blast, which he observed over his scouter previously, flashed through his mind an instant before a brief insight into the situation had occurred to him.

“Scatter,” Vegeta has shouted before turning around and flying away from the Namekian who identified himself as Rem. The Dark Prince pushed his body to its limits in his flight from the unfinished technique that the man, who seemed to love giving himself titles, has prepared through the use of his staff. When he heard the explosion Vegeta did not dare look back as he did his best to put as much distance between him and the field of battle.

He did not stop though as he continued to put distance between him and that ever expanding globe of energy growing in scale behind him. However, he did dare look back once more as a secondary explosion detonated. He was at a loss for what had just happened though he did not intend to be caught in a secondary explosion right after escaping the first. The scenery around him seemed to shift as he pushed his body beyond its normal limits only to appear even further from the field of battle in his attempt to escape unscathed.

It was then that he felt it. His connection to the Cosmic Regent was suddenly torn away leaving a hollow feeling within the recesses of his mind. In the hope that this was some sort of mistake and Chaos was still alive Vegeta reached out with his mind in the hope of sensing any trace of the man’s energy. He felt nothing… a sudden silence dominated his mind as his head lowered slightly. The Dark Prince turned and immediately sheathed his katana before holding his hand out to his right side. Black flames sparked to life as it took the form of a long staff. On the staff’s end a rather long and wickedly sharp point formed. Just beneath that blade a longer curved blade took shape as he hurried back towards the settling dust from the sudden onslaught.

Any thoughts of these people being here for some misguided attempt at saving this planet were thoroughly pushed from his mind after they unleashed that series of deadly and damaging attacks. The landscape around them was now very barren and scorched. Nothing, beyond the combatants still standing, would have survived that added on to the damage previously done. “Oh well,” he muttered as he raced towards where he sensed the presence of the one called Rem.

He angled his flight upward before suddenly turned down in a dive towards the Namekian. Vegeta gripped his scythe with both hands. His grip tightened as he brought the curved blade to bear aiming to bring it directly upon the Namekian’s head with every intention of splitting this man in twain. Instead of rushing past however, Vegeta brought his weapon behind his back and slammed his left fist out twice towards his opponent’s face. Despite any success with the initial assault Vegeta turned his body as he slammed his weapon forward as he aimed the scythe’s tip towards where he thought this man’s heart was even if he wasn’t certain if Namekians could be called men.

As his weapon completed its arch Vegeta gripped it tightly in both hands once more as he began to channel his ki through the metal staff and out into the crescent blade. The ki seemed to erupt as he brought it around and aimed to cleave the Namekian through his left hip and clear through his right shoulder. Without worrying about gaining distance Vegeta allowed his body to lower towards the ground before aiming his left hand at Rem. A sudden wave of extremely cold energy sprang forth towards him.

Vegeta quickly withdrew a small cylinder device from his belt, pulled the pin, and lobbed it towards the Namekian as well. He did not want this man moving so much as an inch for his next assault.

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Stats
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PL: 382,904 [377,736] < Current
Ki: 191,452

Str: 54,713
Spd: 60,251
Tou: 55,508 (4,875)
Sta: 43,111 [40,527] < Current
Vit: 42,995

Det: 898
Cha: 3,350
Int: 1,445

Ki Used: 14.4%
Total Ki use: 27.3%
Battle Fatigue: 28% [2584 sta]
Actions
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Free: Buku + Telepathy vs Rem A3 (Ki Use: 0.8%)
1: Buku + ST + Dodge vs Rem 5 (Ki use: 0.8%)
2: Buku + Rough Divide @ Rem (Ki Use: 0.8%; Scythe: 10% to absorb 5% Vit, Deals 25% dmg if blocked)
3: Buku + Tres Flores @ Rem (Ki Use: 0.8%; Scythe: 10% to absorb 5% Vit, Deals 25% dmg if blocked)
4: Buku + Ki Slash @ Rem (Ki Use: 4.8%) Scythe: 10% to absorb 5% Vit, Deals 25% dmg if blocked)
5: Ice Blast @ Rem (Ki Use: 5.7%)
Energizer(1/2):  Stun Grenade @ Rem (Ki Use: 0.7%)
Tact: (1/2)

Weapon Techs
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1. Windmill
2. Aura Blade
3. Verberation Blade
4. Kuzu Ryu Sen
5. Healing Blade
6. Ultra Slash (0/2)
7. Rough Divide (1/2)
8. Ki Slash (1/2)
9. Tres Flores (1/2)

Items
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1. Bag of Sensu Beans (4/4)
2. Energy Drink
3. Phoenix Down [Used]
4. Energizer [Used]
5. Stun Grenade
6. Hardened Skin
7. Capsule Corp. Barrier
8. Potion

OOC Notes
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1. Allies Gain +1,675 all stats
2. Base PL: 202,132
3. Zenkai, Combat Rune
4. Working on refiguring my stats.
5. For my last dodge attempt i'm using the distance gained with Telepathy + the fact that Rem fired the beam away from me(and all of UT) and back towards Sanara.
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So, its kinda massive...just warning you.



At that moment, Namek was not Namek. The fields all around laid twisted, distorted, and with only a few hardy pieces or shrubbery clingy to overturned masses of earth. Nothing of the sweet and salty air remained either. Taking in a deep breath was gritty with the ash of burnt plant matter (along with some saiyan flesh) and dirt aerosolized by powerful blasts. Acres upon acres of thriving habitat were burned to the ground and then shattered until even the insects no longer found it suitable for their living.

All this destruction, and yet it still wasn’t enough.

Osiris watched as fantastic light began to emerge from a small gem that swirled in the Fair-Fox’s mangled hand. It was impressive enough that the warrior was still standing and not bleeding out on the ground . . . that he could summon such an enormous amount of energy still, was infuriating. Warmth spread across the demonically stoic visage of the youth as his pupils constricted.

In an instant, his growing hate for these nameless attackers was vindicated. A massive beam of energy was unleashed straight down towards the planet’s surface. It looked like some strange hybrid formed from the unholy merger of a speed train, solar flare, and a gay pride parade. At a certain level it’s hard to compare attacks just by how they look though . . . but Osiris could tell by the heat pouring out from the attack that it did not hold the intensity of Chaos’. Still, the death it would incur was no less significant.

They would destroy this planet just to see us dead, disgusting.” The Pallor Lord talked more to himself than anyone else. Meanwhile, he saw, otu of the corner of his eye, the Regent raise a hand crackling with energy.

It was fitting then, that the leader of the Cosmic Lords would deal with the attack so aptly as to make it seem like child’s play. The rushing torrent of flashing colors was crushed, grinded, and then seemingly pierced by a smaller but significantly more dense beam. The black streak drove into the vibrant mass as its crimsons counterpart spun fanatically around the core to give it the look of a drill. Midair, the colors splashed across the sky harmlessly like a waterfall striking stone too hard to erode.

It was hard to believe the Fair-Fox would survive confrontation, let alone win out over the Regent’s power. Yet, the Son of Cauldron’s hair stood on end in anticipation . . . or maybe it was because of the strange electricity in the air. Osiris wasn’t going to stand around and debate the point with himself regardless. His muscles tensed up like a loaded spring as his enhanced musculature prepared itself to go on the offensive.

“Scatter!” the harsh shout of the saiyan was preamble to a sudden, wild gust of wind as multiple Cosmic Lords fell back into evasive maneuvers.

The Pallor Lord’s attention turned away from the quickly ending beam struggle and refocused on the Namekian standing below the Fair-Fox. A menacing red eye stared at Osiris from the tip of staff clutched in green hands. More destruction was on the way as the enemy seemed ready to take full advantage of the struggle the Regent had been committed to in order to keep the planet more or less intact. It was right then that the youth decided that he wasn’t going to call this green thing a Namekian any longer.

A few quick steps forwards and the Son of Cauldron was standing at the forefront of the group, “Scatter? The Cosmic Empire does not and will not scatter!

Zar’rock’s serpentine blade sunk into the ground as Osiris dropped to a knee and anchored himself in place. His ‘gauntleted’ hand swung forward and acted as a focal point for the energy that was amassing around the warrior. The ethereal static that hung around him solidified into a gem like barrier with a conical structure.

The deafening roar of a now all too familiar technique reached the demonic vessel’s ears. In response, strong but thin lips moved silently. The intent of the wordless chanting was revealed a moment later as a strange symbol shimmered into faint existence several feet in front of the Pallor Lord. It was like a mirage painted upon the winds with the lightest brush stroke, and yet it held a certain defiance.

An explosion shook the ground as the Ion Beam struck the Namekian soil and then sprayed forward in a chaotic flow. It struck the hovering symbol like it was ghostly wall and for a moment it looked as though the attack’s forward momentum would be halted. As more energy poured in though, the restraint was shattered to pieces and quickly bypassed. Osiris braced himself for the impact as he was the second obstacle for the blast to overcome.

It was upon him.

Gritting his teeth as he felt the strain of energy pressing down on energy, the youth willed the barrier to resist. The now weakened explosion swept up on the ‘wedge’ shaped shield without being able to break through. The Ki diverted off the inclined surface as it struggled to keep on its original path while expanding. Osiris squinted into the incredibly bright light in an attempt to keep track of his opponent, but it was no small feat as he suddenly felt himself moving.

Inch by inch, the Ion Beam forced the shielded warrior backwards at increasing speed. It took a moment to start, but like an old reliable train building up speed . . . the youth was inevitably sent shooting backwards. Zar’rcok plowed the earth the entire way as it refused to budge from the ground, though the ground did not hold a similar sentiment. All the while small cracks formed along the gem-like barrier which widened reluctantly. Small lances of Ki broke through and seared what flesh they could touch on Osiris, but he would not break his stance.

Then all the dreadful light and noise was just gone. Osiris blinked hard and then squinted through the massive amount of smoke and dust trying to locate the green thing that had created the small canyon that now laid before him in stark contrast to the mostly intact area behind him (if not a bit more scorched). A second later he found him, well . . . it wasn’t really him. Instead, what the Pallor Lord picked up on was the swirling trail of dusty air created by someone moving at astounding speeds.

Standing up and swinging around, the demonic warrior was already sprinting as he played catch up to locate the end of the trail. As soon as the large black aura of the Regent came into his peripheries though, he wasn’t guessing any longer. With a grunt, every muscle fiber in Osiris’ body twitched in a perfect unison to launch him forward and momentarily out of sight. In that brief passage of time he pumped more energy back into the nearly shattered barrier to restore its integrity.

The Pallor Lord hadn’t gotten there quick enough to see the attack actually launch, but lucky his opponent was using the same trick twice. This green thing seemed to have no qualms about abusing Namek in order to see his assaults executed as planned. It disgusted the youth who wished for few things greater than to have his own home world back.

Enough of your shit!” The Son of Cauldron roared as he slammed the conical barrier into beam at full force.

As the burning red Ki struck the ground, and then was itself ‘shield bashed’ . . . the ensuing release of energy was a confused mass of undirected force. Angry red tendrils of ki and flames flared out in every direction only to curl back on themselves as the destructive threads collided and back drafted haphazardly. This time the Ion Beam did not manage to cut any massive scars into the landscape as it was forced to spread out, a shockwave of disharmony that scorched the already burnt area.

This time though, the barrier did not hold up. The gem-like structure shattered only a few seconds after intercepting the attack. It didn’t come as a surprise to the Pallor Lord though since he had not had the time to set up any buffers. Thankfully, it had lasted long enough that the energy that was put into the beam was already dispersing and not nearly as potent as before.

Jumping up the demonic vessel tucked his knees to his chest. At the same time he held the zweihander out so its length was parallel to the ground. With his bone-metal ‘gauntleted’ hand, he braced the flat of the blade so that the weapon formed a protective bar. The reduced explosion still held plenty of kick and as it slammed into his frame Osiris felt the hard flesh of his arms and legs immediately bruise.

There was no need to use his own ki to hold him aloft. The fallout from what was left of the Ion Beam propelled the Pallor Lord through the air like a piece of debris riding a massive wave. He held tight in his defensive posture purely focusing on his own survival and continued functionality after the attack was resolved. After all, he wasn’t intent on sacrificing his life like the Bloody Butcher had when of few seconds of impediment were usually enough to ensure the success of any tactical maneuver . . . if you had the skills of course.

Osiris almost went numb to the intense heat and concussive force bearing down on him, but then he got to experience another wonderful sensation. His back and head slammed against the hard earth as the blast wave deposited him at high velocity. The Pallor Lord relaxed his body allowing his incredibly sore limbs to splay outwards. For a while he just laid there staring up at the polluted sky which tilted back and forth ever so slightly in the way that happens when one experiences a minor case of motion sickness.

Another violent explosion shook the air and land, and for that moment the Son of Cauldron just did not fucking care. He was quickly regaining his strength and stamina, but sometimes a guy just needs a damn breather. For a second he closed his eyes and just enjoyed the dark energy still pumping through his veins. People never seemed to actually just enjoy their elevated states of existence, it was a real shame.

The explosion subsided without reaching him which was a very grateful turn of events. He let out a long breath of air that had stuck in his lungs without him realizing it.

GET UP!

Obeying the internal command, Osiris curled his abs and pushed with his arms until he was in a sitting position. Opening his eyes, he saw the Regent a dozen or so yards away. His eyes went wide as the youth watched the man teeter uncertainly, catch his balance, and then promptly fall face first into the ground like a fucking drunkard.

The Pallor Lord slammed Zar’rock into the ground furiously, and then used the handle to leverage himself up with a grunt. His whole body ached, and he undoubtedly had some micro and not so micro fractures. That was just life though. Why the hell was the Regent down . . . That was the important question!

Dark amethyst eyes shot back and forth across the battlefield, to survey the changes . . . but each time they came back to Chaos. He couldn’t figure out if the Fair-Fox was still in play or not, there was just too much junk in the air to see very far. But from what he did actually see, the Saiyan Prince had taken the attacks rather personally and was responding as such. Osiris was more than sure the green thing would be busy for a while. As for the Bloody Butcher, well the youngest Cosmic Lord really didn’t care that much about him.

Osiris ran over to the Regent with quick strides to perform a triage. Kneeling down he saw the rather extensive Ki burns along his back and the fact that his clothes were basically ruined. With a slight heave he shoved the Cosmic Commander over so that he could get a fuller assessment. What the Pallor Lord saw confused him, because there was nothing to see. For the most part there was not any overly extensive damage to the rest of the man.

Well . . . what the hell happened to him?

The critical gaze swept over the ‘patient’ again, and then lingered for a second on the bits of robotic augments that were visible. Then a series of images flashed through the youth’s head as he put together a hypothesis. The golden orb atop the staff, then the slightly more orange crystal the Fair-Fox had, and then the image of a solar flare.

You gotta be fucking kidding me . . . ” Osiris whispered in slight disbelief as he set about working.

With nimble fingers the Pallor Lord searched through Chaos’ thick black locks. Finding what he was looking for he allowed one of his claws to extend to its full length. The youth’s hand suddenly started flipping back and forth in an odd twisting motion. A moment later a screw, made of god-knows-what metal, dropped onto the ground, and then another followed it shortly.

Osiris flipped open a small hinged door hidden beneath the Regent’s hair. He paused for a second looking at the intricate control panel that laid beneath. The code . . . what was the code Ai had told him? That’s it! His fingers punched in a series of numbers, followed by letters, and then finished with two buttons that were only marked with colors. For a second all the lights went out along the tiny control panel, but they quickly blinked back on in different patterns this time.

The youth hoped he was right that all the condensed solar energy being thrown around just scrambled the Regent’s circuits a little bit and he needed a reboot. If it was anything other than that then Osiris didn’t know what to do, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to spend any more precious time on the matter. Should Chaos get back up, he could put his own screws in, and if he didn’t . . . well the demonic vessel could worry about that later.

Turning his attention to the battlefield, a stun grenade going off in the distance was like the bell being rung for round three. Responding to it as such, Osiris ripped off the ground and into the air at breakneck speeds. Next to his left hip he held the zewihander with both hands so that his right arm crossed over his body. He pushed even harder to gain ground on the green thing while its attention was still focused on the Prince.

He might not have been the fastest combatant, but he was hell bent on dealing some damage. Coming in low on the self-righteous slug, the Pallor Lord torqued his body as hard as he could to the right. Hip, back, and shoulders all rotated in unison to capitalize on the charge’s momentum. The serpentine blade lashed out with its monomolecular fang looking to sink deep into the flesh of the enemy’s legs. If the youth had his way, the green thing wouldn’t have any functioning hamstrings . . . or possibly legs.

Putting his feet back down to Namek, Osiris ground to a halt before snapping around to take a guarded stance. Hopefully, he would have enough space to keep his vision from becoming tunneled. There was no point in getting blindsided this late in the game.





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Actions:
1. Kiai @ Rem’s First Ion Beam .3%
2. Barrier @ Rem’s First Ion Beam (assissting everyone's defenses) 5.3%
3. ST+Barrier @ Rem’s Second Ion Beam 5.3%
4. Block @ Rem’s Second Ion Beam (assissting everyone's defenses) .3%
Free: Reboot Chaos---fuckin’ cyborgs.
Tact:  Ultra Slash @ Rem 5.3%  (around 48k spd)

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Ki:
Ki Used: 16.5%   (+50%)
Total Ki Used: 25.4%
Stamina Drain: 1,458

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Current Stats:
Power Level: 88,383/117,844---roughly 140k
Ki: 44,192/58,922----
Strength: 15,004 -- 21,335
Speed: 16,193 – 22,941
Toughness: 16,929— 24,466+armor
Stamina: 13,405 ---after drain  11,108 ----13,538
Vitality: 13,584 – after damage--- 7,000 --- 10,530

Determination: 1,070
Charisma: 246
Intelligence: 1,616
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Chaos!

The Cosmic Regent was down. Once again, Kakarot had been in the thick of things when Chaos suffered a big hit. This time, it wasn't exactly his fault. It hardly mattered at that point; Chaos was down. Again. If their enemies thought that all Hell was breaking loose before, they were in for a rude awakening. Something in Kakarot, the Cosmic Butcher, the Saiyan warrior that had done all that he possibly could have to assist his brothers in arms, just broke.

I'll turn this whole planet into a fuckin' wasteland.

The thought of destroying Namek was almost overpowering. What put a stop to his train of thought was a quick series of events. Vegeta's command to scatter registered in Kakarot's mind, though he had slightly different plans. With the assistance of Osiris, who had put himself confidently in harm's way of the incoming blasts, Kakarot was ready to weather the storm. He was not in position to transmute such an attack, so he remained crouched at Osiris' back, sliding backwards on the destroyed terrain as the force of the beam pushed Osiris back.

I guess I owe him one.

There was a second beam on its way toward the Cosmic Lords. Vegeta was out of harm's way and dealing with it as only he could. Osiris was still moving back, defending like an experienced warrior worthy of the position he was given within the Empire. Kakarot pushed off from Osiris and leapt back, leaving a blue afterimage suspended in midair. He took no chances and left considerable distance between himself and Osiris. As well as he did in defending himself and luckily Kakarot, there could be no more room for error.

This ends now.

Still airborne, the Cosmic Butcher raised his right hand. He opened his left hand and focused on the image of his black horn from Hell. It popped into his hand and vibrated lightly. He took in a deep breath before putting it to his lips. When he blew into the horn, there wasn't a sound for just a moment. Then, a large swarm of tiny flying beasts converged on the Namekian. Though they were harmless, they provided a brief distraction and gave Kakarot the energy to pull off his next attack. In the next instant, the horn vanished.

Just hovering above his hand was a circular buzz saw of a Ki disk that was six feet in diameter. It grew considerably larger than expected, forcing him to tilt his head to the side as he tracked the troublesome Namekian. Once he was spotted through gaps in the smoke, Kakarot threw the disk with deadly accuracy toward his target's chest. Another blue afterimage was created, though it only showed with the swing of his arm. The Ki disk tilted diagonally, attempting to separate the Namekian's shoulder, neck and right arm from the rest of his body.










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Actions
1- Block using Brosiris' assisted defense vs Rem A3
2- Buku[-.1%] + Zanzoken[-3%] + Dodge Rem A5
3- Use Demon Horn [Spd and Str x2 for next 2 attacks and makes them very difficult to dodge/block]
4 + Tactician- Zanzoken + Destructo Disk[-12%] @ Rem PL: 320,840 Crit: Slice, Death (dependent on location of hit).



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Ki Used This Turn: 15.1%

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Total Ki Used: 39.4%


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Stats with Bonuses
PL: 250,656 -> 250,004

Ki: 125,328

Str: 42,215 -> 43,890 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Spd: 17,979 -> 19,654 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Tou: 31,215 -> 32,890 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Sta: 28,365 -> 28,959 -652 -> 28,307 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Vit: 29,418 -> 19,589 -125[Weighted Equipment]

Det: 869
Cha: 350
Int: 1,196


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[-1%]Ki Cost for one tech: Adel's Ki Mastery
[15%]Stamina Drain: Ki Mastery 3


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Prepared Items
1- Full Bag o' Beans
2- Stun Grenade
3- C.C. Barrier
4- C.C. Shield

5- Ki Buffer
6- Stasis Grenade
7- Energizer
8- Demon Horn

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Rem
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Rem breathed out in a sigh that seemed to ease most of the weight that had rested upon his shoulders. It was over. The menace had been scoured away by the power of his cleansing ki. The fact that a massive swath of his homeland had been sacrificed to ensure the death of the murderous beast was regrettable, but land would heal- in time. 200,000 Citizens of Juno never would. Four times the number of Namekians in the entire galaxy had died at the hands of the dead cyborg. And that was just upon one world... What of the others?

Two of the enemy had survived his onslaught. "Should have followed my own advice." Rem said as he looked over to where Gohan lay unconscious, looking far more peaceful in sleep than he ever did awake. "Heroes die..." Rem didn't even finish the thought as he saw the newest contended upon the field, a golden haired Saiyan who was marked upon his he... wait... The mark was gone? Did that mean?

Rem looked towards the magnanimous furrow of land that had once been a beautiful grassland, now little more than a crater. "Demon?" He asked, wondering what the hell he had been fighting. He had thought it was some sort of Saiyan Cyborg... but...

The golden haired one brought out the most brutal looking weapon Rem had ever seen, in either of his lives. A massive, hook bladed scythe. "Too tired for this shit..." Rem muttered, noticing the black haired figure in the distance, powering up some sort of Ki attack. He'd deal with it in a minute.

A shimmering green shield of energy rose around Rem as the Super Saiyan attacked, his axe striking uselessly at his defense for just a few moments. He could feel it weakening with each passing attack until, after a series of jabs, the blade sliced through a bit, striking against the chest plate of his armor.

"Enough." Rem said wearily, finally beginning to feel the effects of using up so much energy throughout the fight. Between healing his ill fated comrades, and lashing out with massive attacks whenever he got the chance, they were beginning to take their toll. He might have to tap into the energy stored within his ancient blade if this fight continued.... An instant after the first strike pierced his body shield Rem was flashing backwards and upwards into the air, creating distance between himself and the Super Saiyan, wanting nothing more to do with that deadly weapon. Besides, he DID have that other foeman still to contend with. Looking down, Rem saw a wave of energy approaching. Without moving he threw out a hand, channeling a strange energy into it that would allow him to transmute others energy against them.

An instant later, a flaming shield was all around him as he prepared to focus his attention on the badly hurt enemy. The man was barely hanging onto consciousness. If Rem was to have any chance at all defeating the new comer, he was going to have to make sure there was no one at his back, striking when he was least prepared. "Wait, the fuck?" Rem asked as... "THE FUCK?" He shouted, as black apparitions began to burst forth from the ground, rising into the air all around him.

He spotted the Saiyan again, blue after images spreading out behind him as he... moved? An extra large pizza held in one hand as if making a late night deliv... "Wait, what?" Rem asked, refocusing on the flat disk, noticing how evil and bisecty it looked. That... was no pizza he wanted! Rem concentrated on the disk as it approached, fast. Not quite as fast as him, and the Saiyan HAD been a good distance away when he had thrown it- what with dodging out of the battlefield to avoid the Ion Beam, and not really doing anything that looked as if he had returned to it. But, it was better to take no chances. Rem had a technique he could use in instances like this, and it was time to use it. Instant transmission, the ability to move faster than light- to pass into a sort of shadow world, move around, and exit in another place altogether.

Rem moved two hands to his forehead as the disk of death came spinning in. As it neared, he could actually heard its sound, that of a buzzsaw, growing louder and louder, more heinous and bone chilling. "No chance." Rem said simply, concentrating completely on the power signature of the weaker, black haired Saiyan. Two instances before the disk shot through his location, Rem disappeared from sight. He reappeared above, and behind the Saiyan fighter. He ignored the ghosts as best he could, but they were everywhere by that point. How the hell did a Saiyan summon Namekian ghosts- if that's what they even were. In the distance, he saw the disk bury itself into the planet.

A second later he was back on the ground, having not bothered to fly, and so returning to the ground. Serendipitously, it just so happened that Rem's favorite staff- the one he had been using to heal Sanara before dropping it to join the grapple- was right there, so he bent and picked it up as he stood, looking at his resurrected foe. "I am tired of this battle." Rem said, pulling free his great sabre from its scabbard once more. He lifted the weapon before him, concentrated his power, and felt the call of its holy power within- eager to escape and strike down his foes.

"Leave this planet. Take your dead, your wounded... And no one else has to die. Your master was responsible for the deaths of hundreds of thousands of innocent beings. Perhaps millions, I have not seen the result of his work on two other worlds, do not know the extent of the damage- although I dread the worst." A light began to glow from the hilt of the weapon. His other hand curled around the staff as power began to flow between them. So much righteousness and holy energy was... humbling.

"Leave my world, leave the Protectorate... Or continue this fight, strike me down if you are able... And lose the precious time you had to escape and find a hole to hide in. My friends are already on their way. The Paladins will send reinforcements and aid. Prolonging this battle... ENSURES YOUR DEATH!" Rem roared out the last phrase, a bright, powerful light exploded out of the sword. Following on its heels, Rem felt a surge of power from the staff wash over and through him. If his foes refuses to yield, refused to flee... Then he WOULD hold them here until further aid arrived. Even... should he fall.



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1- WBG Bodyshield vs Rough Divide (100%) & Tres Flores (50%+14% armor).  (.5%)
2- ...cont Bodyshield (25%+Armor) + IST Dodge (79k spd)vs Ki slash.   (.5%)
3-  Transmute Ice Blast  (.5%)
4- IT Dodge DD (10.5%)
Free:  Pick up Staff. 
5-  Ankh @ Kaka (.5%)
Tact:   Healing Blade (10.5%) (-47% damage, -32% fatigue)

Ki used: 30.6+23=53.6
Fatigue: 19,798+6715=26,512-8484=18,028
Ki Remaining: 56.4%
Damage: 82% -39%=43%


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Stats: Current
PL: 389,270371,242
KI: 194,635
Strength: 47,800
Speed: 49689
Toughness: 47,725  53,312
Stamina: 47,627 29,599
Vitality: 51,483

Special Shit:

Counters:  Os: 4/4, Kakarot 4/4,  Chaos: 0/2,  1/2 Misc.
PL: 1
Int: 1
Stam: 1
Level: 1
Scouter: 1
Tact: 1

Speed Teleports: 4/7 Remain

Prepared Items: 
Stasis Grenade
Ankh of Alexandria
Phoenix Down
Zekka Gauntlets ->Thieves Gloves
Scroll of Teleportation
Panacea
Ki Well
World Breaker Gem


Prepared Weapon Techs:
Cripple: 2/2
Windmill: 12/2
Inferno Sabre: 2/2
Aura Blade: 1/1
Verbation Blade: 0/1
Healing Blade: 0/1
Luciendar Light Assault: 1/1
Kuzu Ryu Sen 1/1
Triple Strike 1/1

Healing:
Damage: 12%+20%=32%(x5%)=34% (37% w/Bioscan)
Stamina: 4%+20%=24%(x5%)=25% (28% w/Bioscan)

Masamune Damage:
10(base)+1(hard)+3(adm)+5(CC)+1(Insc)+10(righteous)=+30% Damage

KI Damage:
1(insc), 10(righteous)=+11% Damage.
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Why doesn't he just die already?

The Namekian was miraculously alive and rambling on and on. He obviously had the wrong idea of how the universe truly worked, or he would not have been foolish enough to interrupt the plans that were set in motion on the bug infested planet. The CarFax Fox, Gohan and Scooby were all out of the fight and put in their place, leaving the Namekian to fight alone against the might of the remaining Cosmic Lords. The frustration and disappointment Kakarot felt toward himself was going to be taken out on the lone warrior.

Frustration for being put back on a planet he hated with every fiber of his being. Frustration for having to fight once again against a group that swore they were doing the universe good even though they did as much damage as those they tried to stop. What good guys caused such Chaos on a planet they were trying to save? It was a humorous mystery. There was always a way to fight without mass destruction. Kak preferred making a mess and so did the 'good guys' apparently.

The disappointment the Cosmic Butcher felt was in himself for once again letting Chaos down. Once again, Chaos was in a position where his elite skill was somehow overpowered by forces unseen. Once again, they were all put to the test and so far, Kakarot felt that he was the biggest failure of all the Cosmic Lords on the battlefield. The Dark Prince Vegeta had to come and help clean up the mess once again. Things had to change and Kakarot would keep his word.

I'm not worthy. I'll still level the entire planet if I have to, but I am not worthy of---Goddamn it!

Kakarot stood in the air and watched the Namekian going for his staff. Breathing heavily and bleeding from several scrapes and burns across his body, he couldn't cut his path off. Instead, he flew toward the Namekian, keeping a safe distance from the bug's possible ability to stretch his arms and claw his eyes out. Vegeta was some distance behind Kakarot, hopefully cooking up another aggressive assault. Enough was enough.

He doesn't leave this fight in one piece.

The Saiyan warrior took in a deep breath and sent a black twister to chase down and trap the Namekian. He spun several times, giving the Namekian the one finger salute with every revolution until the dark tornado was sent on its way. It carved a destructive path over the already demolished battlefield, causing more dirt, rock and grass to be flung wildly into the air. Any debris not sent out wildly was added to the tornado and headed toward its target.

"Leave? No, we aren't going anywhere until you're laying here with the rest of your friends!" he roared over the whistling and howling of the tornado.

It suddenly veered left, allowing Kakarot sight of his target so he could line up all of his followup attacks. Not only did he want to trap his enemy and give him nowhere else to go, but he wanted to crush him while doing it. With what mental focus he could muster, he stretched his hands out wide to his sides and focused his Ki into manipulating the gravity surrounding the Namekian. Ripples in the air formed just inches from the bug, ready to cover him like a second skin and then crush the life from him.

Once satisfied that his Demiton Bomb would continue to do its work, he raised a hand and took in another deep breath, finally feeling the fatigue settling in and eliminating the adrenaline rush he was on. Pure determination to finish what was started kept him in the fight. He then raised his other hand and fired a crimson beam from each open palm. They headed toward the Namekian bug, skirting the demiton field and merging before shooting straight up above its target. It then split apart, raining down toward the bug man.

Let's try this again.

He lowered his left hand but kept his right hand up. Above his palm formed a small crimson disc of Ki, buzzing and whirring lowly. It measured just two feet in diameter but still remained nearly as deadly as its upgraded version. With luck, the Namekian would be crushed and then diced to pieces in no time. Kakarot swung the disc downward, sending it at a forty-five degree angle to slice into the Namekian's midsection.

Vegeta better kick ass.

Kakarot was expending much more energy than he had in a long time. It was a welcomed challenge, though the circumstances could have been better. Then again, he lived for moments like these where he was truly tested. His hands, arms and legs were going numb. He needed a picker upper. He had already eaten a revitalizing bean but its effects had worn off. He was now back to feeling like shit.

Last one for now.

He placed both hands out in front of his chest and angled his body downward. He descended back toward the ground at a steep angle, firing a wide crimson beam into the ground, ripping through it and digging a deep trench on its way toward the Namekian. The force of the beam slowed Kakarot's descent, but it also gave him time to survey the battlefield. There was no sight of Vegeta when his beam struck the ground. As it was halfway between himself and his target, it exploded forward. The force pushed the Saiyan warrior back, his feet digging into the ground and slowing his progress backwards.

After his cut off the energy supply to his attack, he took in labored breaths and settled into his stance and waited for results. All things considered, he was confident that the fight would be over soon. One way or the other, the remaining Cosmic Lords were making sure that they avenged their fallen brothers. After all was said and done, a very important decision would be made with no hesitation.

Chaos, forgive me.



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Actions
1 + 2- Buku[-.1%] + HTA[-8%] [Second Demon Horn use] PL: 259,585
3- Buku[-.1%] + Demiton Bomb[-12%] Crit: Crush PL: 287,397
4- Buku[-.1%] + Kakusandan[-10%] PL: 282,762
Tactician- Buku[-.1%] + Kienzan[-8%] Crit: Slice PL: 273,491
Near Death[Higher Determination]- Ion Beam[-17%] PL: 303,621
Free- Crush Stance



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Ki Used This Turn: 55.4%

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Total Ki Used: 94.8%


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Stats with Bonuses
PL: 250,004 -> 231,772 -> 227,008

Ki: 125,328 -> 115,861 -> 113,504

Str: 42,215 -> 43,890 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Spd: 17,979 -> 19,654 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Tou: 31,215 -> 32,890 -125[Weighted Equipment]
Sta: 28,365 -> 28,307 -2,357 -> 25,950  -125[Weighted Equipment] 
Vit: 29,418 -> 19,589 -8,815 -> 10,774 -125[Weighted Equipment]

Det: 869
Cha: 350
Int: 1,196


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[-1%]Ki Cost for one tech: Adel's Ki Mastery
[15%]Stamina Drain: Ki Mastery 3


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Prepared Items
1- Full Bag o' Beans
2- Stun Grenade
3- C.C. Barrier
4- C.C. Shield

5- Ki Buffer
6- Stasis Grenade
7- Energizer
8- Demon Horn

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As he finished his assault the Namekian was still standing despite everything. If nothing else this Namekian could be admired for his resilience. Just as he looked upon the green skinned one he suddenly burst into flames which caused Vegeta to drift away long enough to watch him place two fingers upon his forehead. It was a posture that was all too familiar. The Dark Prince quickly glanced to where his ally was some distance away. With the attack his ally had just thrown it was little wonder why their opponent was resorting to this maneuver.

Vegeta turned and began running towards Kakarot’s position even as the Namekian vanished from sight. As he drew near his dark eyes settled upon his closest and only ally left standing since he did not see the other one moving. The Dark Prince did not quite recall his name though he did know this entire mess started when he was attacked. “Wait,” he muttered as he continued to run. “Is that fool going to…,” he said suddenly as he lifted his blade before him. Just as he thought the ki happy Saiyan had charged and fired an attack the he seemed to love so much. “Shit,” Vegeta shouted as the light between the Kakarot and the one called Rem sparked to life.

It did not take long for the light to ignite and quickly expand into an all-out explosion. If the terrain around them had not already been destroyed by Chaos, the fox-like one, and this Rem then it would have been quite messy. A golden aura began to seep from the blade as the explosion overtook his position. The vibrant energy of Kakarot’s technique clashed violently with his own that he had focused through is blade. It was in truth one of his favored techniques. He quickly had to dig his feet into the rocks as he began to be pushed back by the sheer force of the explosion.

Damn it Kakarot,” he muttered through clenched teeth. Then something gave. The explosion seemed to warp as it began to be redirected into the protective aura of his blade rather than utterly consuming his body. As the ki began to enter his blade a warm feeling began to spread down his arms and into the core of his being. He let out a slight grunt as if to remind himself to deck the hell out of that clown after this was over. As the ki generated from the explosion was absorbed into his blade and passed into his body replenishing the energy he had expended already Vegeta felt the pressure on his body slacken ever so slightly. Then it was suddenly over and the dust and debris began to settle.

His eyes settled upon the Namekian quickly and took careful notice that he still seemed to be under the influence of the ingenious little device Vegeta had used previously. However, with those flames that seemed to cling to Rem’s body the Dark Prince had no intention of getting too close. At least not yet that is. So instead of running in and risking the bite of the flames Vegeta took several steps back as pulled a small vial from a pouch on his belt. If the cylinder device was ingenious this was absolutely brilliant.

The opaque liquid within the vial sloshed around as he moved while a small wooden stopper kept it from escaping the confines of its container. With a quickly flick of his thumb Vegeta sent the wooden stopper twirling to the ground. A single drop of the liquid escaped only to land upon a single blade of grass. The purplish grass, while previously seeming void of life and twisted, suddenly seemed to regain its color as the liquid seeped into it. A sound of distaste escaped his lips at the waste of even a single drop as he lifted the vial to his rather dry lips. Without a single word Vegeta parted his lips and allowed the bitter tasting liquid to pour down his throat.

All the while he kept his eyes upon his opponent before tossing the glass vial down to the ruined Namekian soil. It was subtle at first… the reaction of the liquid as it settled in his stomach. A warm tingling sensation, remarkably similar to when he had absorbed the ki from the portion of the explosion that had threatened to take him from this fight all too soon, spread through his gut. He felt much needed energy being restored at an alarming rate. The right corner of his mouth curved upward as he smirked. His emerald eyes still gazing upon the green skinned opponent as a red light began to form in the center of his left palm.

That light quickly took form as the orb of energy grew rapidly as he sheathed his blade in one smooth motion. The swirling energy within it became turbulent as more and more energy was packed into the confines of the orb that was now the size of his opponent’ torso. His right foot was dragged through the dirt as he angled his body perpendicular to his opponent’s current position. When he felt his attack was of a sufficient mass he released the ki that held it in place only and inch from his palm and pressed outward to send it rocketing towards the Namekian. His body leaned back as he put some of his weight on his right foot before pushing off hard to gain some distance. Golden light began to emanate from the center of his palms until two swirling orbs of ki, about the size of his fist formed.

Once he saw that his initial technique had either hit or missed its mark before rapidly throwing orb after orb of vibrant golden energy towards his opponent. Each attack was aimed center mass on his opponent regardless of what action his opponent took. Any orb that did not find its mark continued to soar through the air only to come to an abrupt and unexpected halt. Once there they began to linger and seemingly spread out around his opponent’s position in an attempt to box him in. If his opponent tried to close in on his position Vegeta would attempt to evade by any means necessary to keep a proper distance until he threw the last blats. Before it even reached his opponent’s position Vegeta closed his hand, which was still held out in front of his body and every blast that had missed closed in on his opponent from all directions in unison.

Sweat had begun to form upon his brow as he pushed his body beyond to move beyond the speed he was already moving at. As he did so the world around him blurred slightly until he stood directly beside his friend and ally Kakarot. The same instant his body flickered into view, for anyone unable to perceive his movements with their eyes alone, he threw out a small orb of compressed energy towards his opponent that could very well freeze him in place if it connected… quite literally. The Dark Prince let out a heavy breath as he turned before confirming the blast connected or not and gripped his right hand firmly around the leather clad hilt of his katana. His left hand rested upon the Saiyan warrior’s left shoulder.

The Dark Prince quickly used whatever opportunity provided by the Ice Blast to focus and channel energy into the blade. There he could feel the energy changing. At first it felt dark and heavy though it quickly began to feel light and less threatening as he quickly began to channel the converted energy through his left arm and into his ally to revitalize and hopefully heal some of the injuries he had sustained so far. The exchange lasted only an instant though in his mind it felt much longer. His emerald eyes narrowed as he looked at Kakarot and said, “Disgrace your heritage by dying again and I will kill you.” Honestly the statement probably made little sense. However, considering the state of his mind the Dark Prince was holding himself together rather well.

Then his gaze turned back upon his opponent as he began to walk towards him. He quickly took notice of the blade in the Namekian’s hand. Interesting enough the blade looked vaguely familiar. He shrugged the thought off as he halted his advance on his left foot. With a quick pivot his left side was facing his opponent as he held his hands behind his right side and away from his opponent. Veins began to bulge from the Saiyan Prince’s forehead and neck as the muscles in his arms began to bulge from the amount of effort he was going through gathering and focusing so much energy into one point.

A bright golden aura flared to life around his body as the ground beneath his feet began to splinter and sink away from his body. He bared his teeth as he let out a low growl. These guys started a fight and it was a damn good time to end this. Sparks of golden energy sprang forth from the orb of violent energy that was now being formed behind his back. A slight tremor spread throughout the ground as he narrowed his eyes. The emerald orbs were only half visible as he glared at the Namekian before him. “Pompous fool,” he muttered as his body suddenly vanished only to reappear directly in front of his opponent with his hands held out before him. His palms aimed directly at the center of the Namekian’s chest. Two feet barely separated the two warriors as he released his hold upon the energy that seemed so eager to escape.

Suddenly the area was bathed in golden light as his aura flared along with the massive torrent of energy that had burst out from his hands and directly towards his opponent.

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Stats
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PL: 382,904 [365,752] < Current
Ki: 191,452

Str: 54,713
Spd: 60,251
Tou: 55,508 (4,875)
Sta: 43,111 [34,535] < Current
Vit: 42,995

Det: 898
Cha: 3,350
Int: 1,445

Ki Used: 63.9%
Ki Recovered: 32% (Only recovered 28.7% due to returning to 100%)
Total Ki Used: 62.5%
Battle Fatigue: 90.5% [8,576 Sta] (KM3 & Cyborg]
Actions
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1.Aura Blade Ion Beam (Ki used: 0.7%; Ki Restored: +17%)
Stun1. Drink Potion (Ki Used: 0.7%; Ki Recovered: +15% Ki)
2. Mastered Big Bang Attack (Ki Used: 8.7%, DR: 6; PL: 441,462)
3. Scatter Shot (Ki used: 18.7%, DR: 7.5; PL: 487,181; Can’t be dodged)
4. ST[Spd: 90,376] + Ice Blast (Ki Used: 5.7%)
5. Healing Blade @ Kakarot (Ki Used: 10.7%, 25% Healing, 10% Fatigue)
Energizer + Tact: ST[Spd: 90,376] + Galick-Gun (Ki used: 18.7%; DR: 9.5; PL: 764,451)

Weapon Techs
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1. Windmill
2. Aura Blade
3. Verberation Blade
4. Kuzu Ryu Sen
5. Healing Blade
6. Ultra Slash (0/2)
7. Rough Divide (1/2)
8. Ki Slash (1/2)
9. Tres Flores (1/2)

Items
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1. Bag of Sensu Beans (4/4)
2. Energy Drink
3. Phoenix Down [Used]
4. Energizer [Used]
5. Stun Grenade [Used]
6. Hardened Skin
7. Capsule Corp. Barrier
8. Potion

OOC Notes
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1. Allies Gain +1,675 all stats
2. Base PL: 202,132
3. Zenkai, Combat Rune
4. STs Used: (3/7)
5. Only took 1 stun action. To the best of my knowledge using stun actions isn't mandatory especially if the action limit cuts them off.
6. Gloves add 0.5 DR to all Advanced and Finisher level techs.
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Rem
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The Super Namek
The problem was that Rem was simply outgunned. His foes didn’t have the titanic strength of the dead one, but what they did have was a sort of coordination and team work that pressed him, and pressed him. He could not take a second to catch a break like this. If one wasn’t attacking, the other was- and while he didn’t feel particularly outmatched by the skill of either (who ever really felt outmatched fighting a simple Saiyan anyway), he was burning too much of his energy stores to keep them off of him. He hadn’t even been able to launch his own offensive since the magnificently timed and executed barrage in which he had not only avenged Sanara, but turned the fight from a 4 on 1, to a 2 on 1.

He needed another shot like that. Just one chance to turn the tide of this battle to his favor. That’s all. A single opening and he could defeat the rest of these Saiyans, and stop the bleeding of his ancient homeworld (not to mention his friends and allies). He could see the anger, the shock, the self loathing, and a veritable menagerie of emotions playing across the too transparent visage of the unascended one as he turned to face Rem from his skyward perch, and then began to spin.

This one... He was the weak link. As far as Rem had seen thus far, the rest of that team of cutthroats and barbarians were little more than murderous, self-involved beasts. Hell, the one had fucking EATEN his own Saibaman. Considering his own situation, considering the reason he was staying and fighting rather than fleeing for his life; Rem found it strange to think that because this one had shown true emotion and courage beyond simple anger and bravado, that he was weak. In himself, Rem felt that those things only strengthened him- his will, his resolve... All of those were buffered by his willingness to fight and die to protect those he loved and cared for. So... why was this black haired Saiyan, who had sacrificed himself for his Lord, who was visibly shocked and mourning the death of that same Lord, weak for those same attributes?

Purity of purpose. Rem fought for life, for friendship. This one... he was a tool, a henchman for a murdering psychopath. His emotions and courage may be real, but the foundation of those attributes were built upon blighted soil.

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"Leave? No, we aren't going anywhere until you're laying here with the rest of your friends!"


“I’m sorry,” Rem whispered; his voice lost amongst the howling, rising winds. “I have to kill you now... To save everyone, and everything I love. You must fall.”

And Rem began to ascend. His staff and sword in either hand he began to walk into the air slowly, determinately towards his foe. Undeterred by the gale force winds whipping about him, unconcerned as that massive twister suddenly shot down towards him. For an instant it seemed to catch purchase upon him, to grab him within its wake. Still, Rem walked on. Rising steadily higher, and within moments had passed through the storm- hearing its trail of destruction as it passed beneath him and set upon a path of further mischief along the Namekian landscape.

A tightness began to enclose Rem then, a manipulating of the very physics that bound every being in the universe. Rem gritted his teeth, and in response a barrier of shimmering gold energy sprung to life around him, rejecting the hold his foe wished to place upon him. Rem walked on. The black haired Saiyan Warrior unleashed a mighty fount of energy then. For a moment Rem’s eyes widened as he thought it was coming at him. Then, however, it shot onto the air and exploded. Yet another Kakusandan. He felt its rippling explosions dance upon the top of his barrier, felt himself drop a half dozen meters from the force of the impact, and felt the heat of the energy upon him as it seeped through the cracks in his defenses. Unfettered by the momentary delay, the heat, and the pain Rem walked on.

Perhaps he should have launched into an intricate series of movements, flashed across the field of battle and attempted to behead his foeman with a single, lethal strike of his blade. Perhaps. But Rem was out to prove a point by then, to show these titans of power and mayhem that fear was not within him, not anymore. Perhaps he would die. Perhaps he would champion the light and salvation he so hoped to be for the galaxy.

All Rem did, however, was march inextricably upwards, towards his target- feeling resolved to fight to the last if he had to. A slow humm began to escape his lips as he continued on, closing the distance between himself and the black haired fiend who would not yield the attack. Another one of those sick, razor edged attacks was thrust down upon him in the next instant. Rem gritted his teeth, feeling how tattered the edges of his barrier was, not sure if it would hold against another attack. Epic, slow motion advances aside, he was going to HAVE to make a move soon if he wanted any chance at all of killing this guy, again.

The blast came in low and fast. Rem winced as he felt it slide along the barrier. But... the barrier was hol... It shattered. Rem only had time to open his mouth in the prelude of a terrible shriek of pain before the energy disk threw up sparks as it sliced into his armor, digging a good three quarters through the powerful, Avalonian steel. But then the attack was gone, and Rem breathed a sigh of relief. He was alive... He had half expected to die when that barrier had failed on him...

Rem’s eyes moved up towards the Saiyan and saw that he was preparing to fire an attack at the ground. His enemy must have learned from the method with which Rem had attacked, and he was going to follow suit. That made it rather clear what sort of attack he was using. Rem knew it was here, finally. The opening he had been searching for had come, and it was time to take advantage. That low hum in the Namekians throat that had been building now burst forth from his lungs in a shout. “KAAA MEEEE RAAAA!” he yelled, thrusting his hands skyward as he shifted through the sky, dozens of meters in an instant, and appeared upon the ground, almost directly beneath his opponent- who was descending as well. Sword and staff crossed and from the apex of the two weapons did his Super Kamehameha fire.

A shimmering azure beam burst forth from his hands, intercepting the other beam as it ripped the air asunder on its path towards the barren ground. Immediately the Namekian felt himself thrust downwards, felt the force of the attack as it tried to drill its way downward. “No... No CHANCE!” he roared, redoubling his efforts and putting more, and more power behind the powerful beam. If he failed here, he would die. His friends would die. HE COULD NOT FAIL! With a final burst of effort he felt the head of the two blasts shift slightly back into the air, towards his suspended foe.

Strangely, as the beam struggle continued, Rem could sense a darkening at the edges of his vision, a blurring. His breath began to pant in labored breaths, and sweat burst free of his pores to run slick across his face and chest. His foe was not... that... strong! Why... why was it taking so much... effort? “HAAAA!” he screamed, voice rising to a ragged, uncontrolled falsetto. His balance wavered, he seemed to sway for an instant, almost losing concentration to continue the attack. But as he watched the head of the two beams ascended, higher, and higher... He could not see his foe after a few seconds, and assumed he still resided at the top of his attack, trying to summon whatever reserves he possessed- but unable to overcome the sheer power of the Namekian Justicar.

Through the clouds he pushed the beam, into the atmosphere... higher. He had... to get... that attack the HELL away from the broken, unconscious bodies of his friends. One... final push. Light visible through a small pinprick. And he gasped, and released the Attack. An instant later, deep in space, a fourth sun seemed to burst into life in orbit around the Namekian homeworld as the Ion Beam was detonated.


Rem fell to the ground then, gasping for breath as his vision began to clear. Confusion mounted within him as he noticed that his hand was in something... wet. With as much high temperature energy that had been tossed around in the battle thus far, there should have been no moisture left in this area. Wearily, dazedly, he lifted his hand to his face... and saw Red. “What?” he asked, looking down and noticing that there was wet, sticky, redness all over the place.

And then he felt it... The dull, burning sensation in his side. His hand went to the spot where his armor had deflected the kienzen, and then felt a bit lower. “Oh... well... damn.” Rem muttered, a bit in shock at the moment. He was sitting in a pool of his own blood. Blood, that was escaping from a massive trench in his lower abdomen from where the kienzen had passed through after being deflected by the power of his barrier, and the strength of his armor.

“Need... senzu.” Rem muttered, groaning as he forced himself to his feet. His scouter had stopped transmitting the locations of his friends, mostly because they were unconscious and their power levels were pretty low at the moment... but he raised an arm and pressed one of the default setting buttons, and both Kular and Gohan appeared as reticles in his right eye. He started towards Kular, but he had gotten blown pretty damn far from the battle from all the attacks. So... That was no good. And besides, Kular... didn’t really ‘senzu’. It took time away from ass kicking, which was his speciality. He couldn’t actually trust that his wolven companion would have any on him.

With a grunt of pain, Rem turned to the left and started towards Gohan. He was only a few dozen meters away. Step, by slow step he moved. Each one seemed to take more out of him, each was a bit harder. Blood dribbled along his stomach, and drip dropped to the ground with each one, leaving a trail of red behind him. Halfway to Gohan the Namekian’s scouter began to pick something up. A high power signature approaching from the right. An instant later a second power signature, even higher, seperated from that one and came streaking towards him. It was a ki blast, obviously. “Damn it... Give me time, all I ask is for time.”

Luckily, his buckler was on his right arm, a small metal shield that was specially created to resist ki attacks. Rem dropped to one knee to make a smaller target of himself, and threw up the shield as a defense. A moment later he was forcefully thrown onto his side, gasping in sudden pain from the exertion. The attack skip-ricocheted off, exploding a few dozen meters beyond him as it cracked into a mountainside.

He could see Gohan, then. Could see the black hair and the orange fighting gi he wore. He just needed a few moments. ... He wasn’t going to get it. Ping after ping blighted out the ki signature of his friend, and Rem realized he was being targeted with a massive barrage of energy. “DAMN IT!” He shouted, coughing, and feeling terrified at the sight of blood when he wiped away the spittle from the corner of his mouth. The attack... had done more damage than he had thought. Rem began to concentrate as the balls of energy came for him. He had to... just last a second more.

As he concentrated, once again, the darkness came for him- but he pushed it away as best as he could. An instant later, feeling more drained than ever, a field of static electricity and anime magic burst to life around him. He gave a hacking, blood and mucus filled laugh as he felt the tiny pinpricks of energy strike him as he lay there, half on his side, unable to do anything but take the attack, sort of. But then, strangely, he began to feel... stronger.

The energy slamming into him was being converted by his field of power into... energy for HIM. It was like the best sugar rush in the world. It wouldn’t last, but for a few moments it gave him the mental clarity and power he needed to push away the darkness and the confusion that was plaguing his mind. Grinning, a bit ferally, Rem was able to push the thought and feel of pain from his mind for an instant. The energy barrage was dying away, and he could see his foe readying yet another attack. Rem took in a deep lungful of breath as the attack shot at him, and gave a haggard, choking roar. The ice blast, which is what it had apparently been, shattered from the impact of his pressure wave, sprinkling its tintinabulativeness all upon the wasteland that had once been fertile namekian soil.

“So... what else ya got?” Rem asked, cockiness- as much as he could muster this close to death- entering his voice. “Come on...” He looked back, realizing that he had some how come to be between this Ascended Saiyan, and the body of the young Gohan. Rem pushed himself to his feet. Dodging whatever came next was out of the question. If he did that, Gohan might very well take the attack and die for it. He could not allow that. He noticed he was still holding his weapons then, as well. Even in his groggy state, he had not left his weapons behind. Good...

“Uh oh...” he muttered a second later as he felt the power level of this opponent increasing to massive levels. This... Was intense. “What to do...” Rem thought about turning, grabbing Gohan and trying to fly out of the path of whatever attack was about to come. But it wouldn’t work. He was too wounded, and his opponent had the positioning, at that distance, to shoot him down pretty easy.

But then... his opponent shifted. He moved from where he was, covering much distance between where he had been and Rem. Rem’s eyes went wide, unable to believe someone would... “HRAAAA!” he shouted, letting the sword drop from his fingers as he foe appeared right in front of him. His free hand clutched his already horizontally rising staff and Rem let his left leg go out beneath him, dropping to one knee. He tilted his head low and to the right, gaining just a few extra, precious instants. Rem’s speed as he dropped to that one knee was immense. Never in his life had something so important been determined by how fast he could drop to the ground.

As his body dropped, his hands rose. They were clutched firmly about three foot apart on the staffs shaft. A millisecond, half a millisecond? Before the searing beam of light was released from his foe, Rem’s training, and magnificently superior intelligence came into play.

His foe had let hatred, and anger cloud his tactical sense. By moving within two feet of Rem, he had created for the Namekian an opening that would not have been there if he had attacked from a further distance. Rem didn’t have the speed to grab Gohan and dodge, but he did have the speed to simply move his arms... And even if his foe was stronger, Rem had leverage on the ground, and was thrusting upwards with the combined strength of both arms. It was a much more beneficial position to be in than simply standing there, arms outstretched, firing.

Just before Rem would have been erased from existence, the staff rose, struck the Saiyans wrist, and lifted upwards with all of his might and strength- which was not even as much as would be needed for a simple maneuver like that. His body was low, his head to the side.

...

And the beam of powerful, destructive energy ripped through the Namekian sky, half a foot or more over his head- however far he had been able to thrust the other fighters arms up before the attack was unleashed. It wouldn’t have been much, but it would have been enough. It had to be.

Adrenaline in full force was roiling through the Namekians body at that point. So many times he had come just within a hairs breadth of death, but he was still alive. Before the Saiyan could comprehend what Rem had just done the Namekian used his one leg to thrust backwards, rolling over his knee and coming up against Gohans body. His hand went to the boys side, grabbed the bag of senzu beans and hurriedly thrust one into his mouth, chewing rapidly, and determinately before swallowing.

That finished, Rem reached for his own toolbelt and pulled free a small, egg shaped object- complete with a shell and everything. Pulling up his shirt, he slammed it into his side, hissing in pain and the sudden chill, he saw with his own eyes as the Panacea Foam rapidly spread to cover his wound, to fill his broken skin, and even break down in his blood system to replace the precious, lost platlettes. Panacea was awesome stuff, and he was glad he had brought it along. Between that and the senzu, he should only be HALF dead within just a few moments.

“Three down... Now... you will regret not fleeing my wrath.” Rem gasped, still in discomfort as the Panacea cleaned, purified, and sealed his wound- turning green and pink as his skin and muscles, becoming his flesh.



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Free: Shishio HTA
1- Fly+ WBG Barrier vs Demi, Kaku, Kienzen.   (.6%)
2-  ST+-Block- Ion Beam w/ Super Kamehameha (16%+7% more=23%)  (my actual cost= 19.5%)
3-  Deflect Big Bang (Cap Shield use) (.5%)
4- Opal @ Scattershot. (9%)   (+18%)
5- Kiai Ice Blast.    (.5%)
Free: Be smarter than Vegeta (ic) (Priceless)
Tact-  ST+Dodge/Redirect GG (.5%)
Stun 1- Senzu (.5%)  (+25%)

Ki used: 53.6+31.6=85.2%-43%=42.2%
Fatigue: 18,028+9226=27,254/2=13,627
Ki Remaining: 67.8%
Damage: (43%+?)/2


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Stats: Current
PL: 389,270375,643
KI: 194,635
Strength: 47,800
Speed: 49689
Toughness: 47,725  53,312
Stamina: 47,627 34,000
Vitality: 51,483

Special Shit:

Counters:  Os: 4/4, Kakarot 4/4,  Chaos: 0/2,  1/2 Misc.
PL: 1
Int: 1
Stam: 1
Level: 1
Scouter: 1
Tact: 1

Speed Teleports: 2/7 Remain

Prepared Items: 
Stasis Grenade
Ankh of Alexandria
Phoenix Down
Zekka Gauntlets ->Thieves Gloves
Scroll of Teleportation
Panacea
Ki Well
World Breaker Gem


Prepared Weapon Techs:
Cripple: 2/2
Windmill: 12/2
Inferno Sabre: 2/2
Aura Blade: 1/1
Verbation Blade: 0/1
Healing Blade: 0/1
Luciendar Light Assault: 1/1
Kuzu Ryu Sen 1/1
Triple Strike 1/1

Healing:
Damage: 12%+20%=32%(x5%)=34% (37% w/Bioscan)
Stamina: 4%+20%=24%(x5%)=25% (28% w/Bioscan)

Masamune Damage:
10(base)+1(hard)+3(adm)+5(CC)+1(Insc)+10(righteous)=+30% Damage

KI Damage:
1(insc), 10(righteous)=+11% Damage.
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And then…before anyone knew it the battle was over. The Namekian, in an attempt to redirect the path of the massive beam of energy that escaped the Dark Prince’s palms ended up taking it to the face and now lay squarely upon his back some distance away. A sneer appeared upon Vegeta’s face as he realized that he was still alive. Rem had impressive resilience indeed. He took two massive attacks and lived. One of the attacks was from the Cosmic Regent and one from Vegeta himself. However, Vegeta’s attack was only at half the power of Chaos’ unique aura.

As he surveyed the utterly destroyed Namekian terrain he soon discovered a rather strange fact that not a single member of the opposing side had died during all of this. They all lay broken and disheveled upon the scorched soil. His eyes turned towards the remains of his ally and friend Kakarot. He felt nothing from the man and as he drew near Vegeta kicked him lightly with the tip of his boot. When Kakarot failed to give a response Vegeta let out a low growl of frustration as he turned to leave. He froze the instant he heard the intake of air. His emerald eyes turned back and focused upon the Saiyan Warrior… so he was not completely dead after all.

Vegeta frowned at how messed up the Saiyan had allowed himself to become. Though that frown quickly turned into a smirk as he said, “Oh well… we can rebuild him… we have the technology.” He picked the Saiyan Warrior up then vanished from sight only to appear next to the prone form of the youngest member of their little band of seemingly detested members of the galaxy at large. His emerald eyes focused upon the slight movement in Osiris’ chest before offering a single nod. Osiris survived as well. After placing Kakarot down next to him, making a mental note to get his broken body repaired with cybernetic augments as soon as possible, Vegeta turned his attention to the Cosmic Regent himself.

For an instant he hoped that the man was alive as well even if by just a small fraction. He let out a dejected sigh as he realized it just was not meant to be… and for what? What was this entire ordeal about? Those thoughts crossed his mind as he rounded up the crushed bodies of the ones who started this entire ordeal. His eyes fell upon the Namekian first before looking over the other three bodies. He could kill each and every one of them here and now. It would only be right since this portion of the planet lay in ruins due to their actions.

Death does not teach a lesson except to those who remain so,” he muttered as he started sifting through the various belongings of those who lay before him. He removed a set of gloves from the blue haired, unless Kularian reverted, and set them to the side. Perhaps he could find a use for those later. Next he moved over to the hybrid who strangely resembled Kakarot. This caused the Saiyan Prince to arch an eyebrow. “I did not know he had any bastard children of this age,” he muttered before shaking his head.

He would leave this one for Kakarot to deal with if he was indeed the warrior’s offspring. Next he moved over to the fox-like being. Two items stuck out to him. A sash that seemed to cling to the Alien’s body and a small strangely shaped shell that lay upon the ground near him. With a simple shrug of his shoulders Vegeta closed his eyes and picked one seemingly at random before moving over to the Namekian. The one who never seemed to go down no matter what he took… a trait quite common in another life form.

Vegeta smirked slightly as he glanced down to one of the staffs the fighter seemed so fond of using. “This might prove useful to someone,” Vegeta muttered as he picked it up and tossed it in the small pile of spoils he had gathered. “Well then,” he said not fully satisfied. His eyes turned eastward where he could sense a small gathering which he assumed was a village he had passed over previously. He had not really paid it much attention then though now that this Namekian had caused them so many problems it put this race into a new perspective in his twisted mind.

Very well, since you felt the need to intervene in all this your people shall pay the price,” he said as he sensed another village off towards the north. He lifted his hands and aimed one in either direction. Two small orbs of dark red ki began to form within the center of his outstretched palms. In a matter of moments two orbs the size of the Namekian’s chest had formed and was systematically launched on an arc that would take them towards their respective targets. His arms lowered ever so slightly as he returned his gaze to Rem. A slight smile appeared upon his face as the area was bathed in the light of the two massive explosions that caused a rush of air and debris to wash over the area.

He felt the lives of each Namekian vanish in an instant as the explosive blasts consumed their homes. “I am not really sure of what your true intentions were in starting this battle though it is now finished,” Vegeta said with a harsh tone. With that being said he pressed a small button on the side of his scouter and ordered his warship, which was hovering just outside of the pull of the planet’s gravity, to breach Namek’s atmosphere so they could once and for all hopefully put this backwater planet behind them.

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-If you steal a prepared item in battle using Thieves Gloves that would normally be re-usable in the next battle, it goes back to its owner after the battle unless you win the battle (and decide to steal it permanently during the kill/steal/spare decision) or flee from the battle.

Due to this Chaos gets his World Breaker’s Gem back.

1. FG: Can’t do anything to him since Osiris stole his scroll.

2. Kular: Steal Scorching Admantium Champion’s Gloves of Fire

3. Sanara: Steal Golden Sash of Mastery and Fire if Alex's ruling applies to that item as well. If not then Grylon's Carapace of Fire.

Alex’s post in the admin rulings
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I am changing the ruling that quest items cannot be stolen. They can. It is stupid otherwise.


4. Rem: Steal Guardian Staff

5. Destroy a couple of Namekian villages killing of the inhabitants.

Tact: Leave with Osiris, Chaos' body, Kakarot for Cyber Augs, and the loot.
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