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| Broli(w) V Chishan, Hikari, King Cold(loss/flee Al; Ref: Starrk | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 26 2013, 12:28 AM (1,072 Views) | |
| Jordan | Mar 26 2013, 12:28 AM Post #1 |
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A slight breeze brushed past Broli's golden locks as the morning greeted the Elite Saiyan warrior who was fast asleep in the Guardian of Earth's palace high on top of the lookout over the esteemed planet. It had been a couple weeks since his arrival, and already he had to defend his self against a quirky little bot that was built for the Earth's defense network...it seemed as though there were never quite a full reprieve from being the ultimate power in the universe, and as its protector. Custos. Broli stretched out his limbs, the ivory silk falling upon his features like soft lace on a female goddess. The elite rolled out of bed, his bare naked ass rising to head toward the sink and to put on his immaculate robes and armor. His furry golden tail swayed back and forth as he brushed his pearly whites and finished his bathroom routine. The shower rinsed away all his worries and fed him a bright hope that this day might bring forth a more peaceful series of events than the past several weeks had been... Unfortunately, it would not...in fact it was at that moment the brute could feel certain aura's outside the pristine palace. Two of which were unknown to him, but one was his exalted coldness...King Cold. Without further delay, Broli finished putting on his fixings and headed out into the early morning light; the rays from the sun shining down on him like a hero emerging from a peaceful trance, to answer the call...that only he could answer. The palm tree's swayed with the slight breeze, no one else apparent. Not the old geezer, not the devilish black man...not even Uub, the newly acquainted member of Justified Tyrannicide, he had just met the previous week. "Great," Broli muttered as he made his way out from the palms, his emerald eyes focusing upon the three warriors that had shown up in some form or fashion. Broli's scouter chirped, reading them all accordingly...again, Broli sighed as the readings were far below that of his own primal essence and the warrior was unimpressed. King Cold, the arctic giant, held center stage for the brute and the other two were yet to be identified as friend or foe...this act was only beginning, and the warrior decided then and there he would be the first to strike! Bending his knees slightly and putting his fists into clenched mallets, he rested his feet shoulder-width apart as he began to unleash his power to just over that of the most powerful tyrant on the lookout thus far. "I do not know why any of you are here, or feel welcomed. But, if you have allied yourself with him," Broli nodded in the direction of the purple horned gumba figure, "Then I shall have to act accordingly with the full power and might of Custos." The words seeped from the warriors lips like cool syrup from the bark of an old maple tree, letting it soak in before the bout would begin. It was then, that a cardinal appeared, singing its beautiful song and thus beginning the bout! Blood coursed through our hero's veins as he shot out with all the speed he could! His power being suppressed so as not to kill the others, but still be enough to pack a wallop like none had ever experienced before! Like a King Cobra, Broli struck out in defense of the place he was akin to call "home" and in that display of agility and brute strength he stared down and closed the gap between the purple monster and his self. His golden tail wrapped around his waist, beneath his ivory cloak from heaven! His muscles tensed and in the matter of moments he let loose a volley of strikes. His ivory cloak coming undone at the cusp around his shoulders, his dull black armor with a crimson red-elite crest gleaming like a proud lion on his vast broad chest! That massive fist flying toward that devilish purple chin, and once it reached its intended destination; Broli collapsed at the elbow and struck out in an attempt to strike that very same position with the point of his beastly elbow! Again, the brute attempted the same strikes with his opposite arm and fist! The speed in which he was moving was unreal, no god could keep up with him and these fiends would have to use more of a cunning strategy to overtake the elite's movements and battering! Broli pressed off his back leg, changing position just as quickly as he had begun, his body making its way toward an ivory haired looking human...the elite charged with a slightly lesser force and speeds. His curiosity wanting to see what the unknown warrior could do against the rash and decisive power of the living legend. A foot shot through the air, no two! The wind swooshing about wildly like a crazed artist showing the crescent shape of the moon! The two feet, were directly and intentionally heading toward the white-haired warriors right cheek...hoping that the blow would land, contorting his body and resetting his feet under him with all the grace of a swan. Broli continued on from here and now addressed a raven-haired warrior...a Saiyan, by the feel of his aura alone! "Are you a Saiyan!" Broli queried as he set off in a tangent of four lightning fast strikes aimed at the throat, the right and left cheek, and finally ending toward the warriors sternum! The battle was underway, all parties acting accordingly and Broli dancing in the middle like a wild and quick bull launching out periodically hoping to impale someone with his raging battle style! As Broli's emerald eyes locked onto Hikari, he again set out for that human warrior! Leading with a knee aimed for the warriors gut and then quickly withdrawing, following up with three fists flying through the air attempting to bust the nose on the pale human's face! As Broli touched back down, he pushed his speed further and locked back onto the primary target...King Cold, his blood boiled the last time he had seen him was in a lava induced spar thanks to the gem of telepathy. Now was the time to ensure the injuries he had caused became a reality and to show the might of Custos, the universal guardian. That King Cold's regime would never be allowed to return, not while Broli held the hope of the cosmos! The elite closed in tightly, hoping to get the dastardly changling in a confrontation of close-quarter battle and to hand him that cold ass he so desperately wanted to chew from his lack of respect of life. The king was cold, like his planet...that purple blood needed to be taken and his life sent back to where it would only sulk and think about its wicked ways! WC: 1148 Ki Used: 1.2% Ki Remaining: 98.8% Battle Fatigue (Vit): 0% Battle Fatigue (Dmg): 0%
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| Towa | Mar 27 2013, 08:26 AM Post #2 |
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When the King of the Changelings returned to life from other world, he was deposited in the badlands where he had fallen to the treacherous Ayakon of the Brumal Clan. The traitor and the whelp, Zero, were nowhere to be seen. Even the scars inflicted upon the landscape by the battle itself had been swallowed up by the relentless storms that gave the badlands such a fearsome reputation. The slight against his honour would not go unpunished, but Cold could not sense the bleeding hearts anywhere. They had fled the planet like dogs and were now at the mercy of the universe. Well if they wouldn’t come to him, the King of Cruel would go to them. After several moments of searching, the enraged Frost Demon found what he believed to be Ayakon’s ki signature on the planet Earth. He frowned, not because of where he had found the coward, but because of how different he felt. Even the distance would not diffuse Ayakon’s power that much and this power that he sensed was stronger than the coward lord had been before. There was, of course, only one way to find out what had happened to the last son of the Brumal clan. Placing his fingers to his forehead, Cold transported himself as energy to the only place on Earth that he knew he could arrive at without arousing the suspicion or ire of the Earth’s Defense Forces. Kami’s Lookout. When he arrived, he became immediately aware of a familiar power situated within the lookout. The Saiyan, Broli, was here. Cold bared his teeth in a primal grin of delight. The Saiyan would make a fine warm-up for his execution of Ayakon. It appeared that Broli had the same idea, for he bleated something about custard before charging at the King with all of the ire of an injured snake. The astral realm didn’t do the brute justice and Cold found his head snapping back with the first of the first strike. It turned out to be a mixed blessing, as the Cold felt the wind from the follow-up blow pass his newly relocated face. The extra range was minimal, but in Cold’s several hundred years of life the most common combination by far was the one-two. Expecting this move, he brought a forearm up to block the next strike and shored up the defence with his other arm as Broli attempted to make the same move as he had on the other side. As quickly as he had come, the brute had gone to attack two other beings whose power was so insignificant that the King of Cruel only just realised that they were there. It seemed that this was to be a three-on-one against the Saiyan Legend, but His Exalted Highness had no intention of using these other beings as anything other than meat-shields and test subjects to gauge Broli’s attack strategy. In order to pass the time, Cold shucked his weighted training boots in favour of the greaves that he had purchased on Damaskia shortly after returning from the Dead Zone. Before long, the blonde Saiyan was done with the insects and moved to dash back towards the King. Seizing the sapling-sized power pole from its sling across his back, King Ize Cold of the Cold Clan formed up like a baseball player and swung the pole towards the face of the brute as he got within range. Springing away to ensure that he wouldn’t be within range of a counter-attack, Cold form a kienzan disc and sent it hurtling after the brute. He directed it to descend to ground level in order to afford itself some measure of stealth by keeping out of the eyeline of its target. Once it reached point blank range, it would fly directly upwards in an attempt to castrate the monkey for the good of the universe. As Cold watched and waited for the culmination of the attack, he sank into his crush stance, ready for anything. Word Count: 705
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| Hayami | Mar 27 2013, 03:46 PM Post #3 |
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Crimson scarf flowed in the air as the Lunar Priestess gazed over the land. It had been long since Hikari had come to Earth, had come to see what this planet had been. She expected little change, and the appearance was just as she had thought. Her arms folded over her body, the maiden of the moons narrowed her gaze. She turned to Yuki and growled, "Stay here. I sense something that..." She cut short as Yuki merely nodded. It seemed that her henchwoman understood. Hikari turned to her Shadowguard and told them to stay with Yuki for the time being. She had little time to say why that was so. The human pushed herself from the craft that had started to take her towards Tapion and used rocky parts to bound from towards the ground. She had passed over the planes. But there was someone else around here. It seemed as thought she had just met another Changeling, as their particular auras were not all that different. It's was weaker than Lord Frost's, but she held no loyalty to the Changeling Empire. She only held who she followed to herself and the duties that she had taken on as the Lunar Priestess. She walked, rather than ran, towards the Changeling power that she felt, before it disappeared. "What the?" Although she thought to stay out of where he went she was curious. The Priestess flew towards where the signature now was, not far. Her eyes narrowed as her gaze met a pole, which she flew up and away from. She passed a small building on the way up, but ignored it as she arrived on top of the pole. The building seemed well-balanced for its size on the pole, but she had little to think about that for. For at the time being, that Changeling signature she had felt was attacked suddenly. Quick and brutish in her mind, the crazed man then came at her: but its speed was hard to react to. Hikari used her surroundings to her advantage as she sprung backwards and let herself fall before she caught herself with ki and flew back up. "The fuck is wrong with this guy? He's attacking me for no damn reason." But of course, another player would arrive or appear as the Lunar Priestess flew back up. For her new appearance, the brute attacked again, and she was not ready for this one. Swift punches struck and nearly flung her off the the damned tower again. Seriously, this guy had issues! This was nuts, and why the hell was she caught in the middle? She then felt where the brute's strikes had grazed her. Her cheek stung, but what was really there was a cut from the one that had partially landed. How had she not felt it before. She ignored the pain as she brought her hand up to her cut and then flung her hand towards Broli, with each knife added at a point that could immobilize Broli's limbs if the sunk far enough in (she assumed) as Hikari snarled, "I have no idea what you're problem is, but get that damn temper fixed!" Actions: 1. Partial Dodge A1 + Buku (0.1%) Free: Take A3 2. Drop Weighted Equipment (not rp'd) 3. Blood Knives (-3% ki, 2% vit) CE. Lost Ki Used: 3.1% Total: 372 Stats: Power Level: 23,470 / 31,294 > 22,286 / 29,714 Ki: 11,735 / 15,647 > 11,993 / 15,991 -372 = 11,621 / 14857 Strength: 4,224 Speed: 3,542 Toughness: 3,498 Stamina: 4,048 Vitality: 3,877 +300 = 4,177 Note: 5 weighted still equipped |
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| Chishan | Mar 28 2013, 01:00 AM Post #4 |
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What the hell did I just get myself into? Ironically, this wasn't the way Chishan envisioned his day going. It had been a beautiful day, full of sun and warm air and the hope of new training. But instead, Master Roshi had informed him that the Saiyan would be running an errand today in the old man's stead. He had a package to deliver to Kami, the Earth's Guardian and, as he remarked, "No one else is around and I have things to do around here." "So you mean you got too lazy to call anyone else and you'd rather sit at home with your magazines?" Chishan had remarked, crossing his arms grudgingly. The Turtle Hermit cackled. "There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Chishan, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Chishan just stared at him dumbly, unable to catch the meaning of his master's words as he had not read anything by Shakespeare. Visibly upset with the missed punchline, he grumbled and waved the Saiyan off. Heading to the Lookout wasn't a big deal. He had been told of the place by Rubic when the Saiyan had asked of interesting spots on the planet. He knew the general direction but he had no idea what to expect when he got there. Excitement filled his body as he imagined what it would be like to visit the guardian of the planet; an old, wise Namekian just like his old master from Damaskia. But as he got closer, he sensed something strange; power levels that were not only strong but two of them seemed to be inhuman. One he could sense was a Changeling and, played like a movie reel, he recalled his first encounter with the Changeling Zero. How fierce and destructive he had been. Perhaps this was him but...it felt different, much stronger. The other one...felt like him; a Saiyan's power level. It was strong as well; stronger than the Changeling's. Blindingly strong almost. What's going on up there? The thought bounced around in his head as he arced upwards near the base of the tower and began his ascent. Air whipped by him as he began to see the large circular base in the sky, getting closer with each passing second. Breaking past the edge, he landed on the white tiles of the ground in a loud *clop*. Before him stood the Changeling and as he guessed, it was not the one named Zero. He looked remarkably different but still just as horrifying and unpleasant, like something out of a sci-fi thriller. Another fighter, a human, had landed as well. She wore an unpleasant look on her face and...A Shadowguard Cloak?! he thought, his mind snapping to the same cloak stuffed in his pack. But before he could address her about it, his eyes fell upon the hulking mass that was the Saiyan. Standing way above him, even from this distance, the man was a force to be reckoned with. His blonde hair stuck up and out, coming to sharp points. His glowing blue eyes moved between the three other fighters, studying and analyzing them. A tail with thick, yellow fur instinctively was wrapped around his waist. I guess Saiyan's can be blonde. A moment of silence past before the Saiyan spoke to them; pronouncing his intentions to crush them all if they held alliance with the changeling. And before the Amnesiac Saiyan could speak up and explain his ONLY intention was to deliver the package, the golden warrior was in motion. He attacked the Changeling first; laying into him with quick and strong strikes. Then he was off at the human, kicking at her angrily. Then he was coming to Chishan, splitting through the air like a thrown boulder. He spoke to the Saiyan, asking him what he was. And then the attacks came, punches from fists the size of cannon balls. Chishan brought his arms up, blocking the first strike intended for his throat. The power behind it rocked his bones, shaking him all the way to his stomach. The second attack, a punch for his cheek, was blocked by raising his right forearm. But the other cheek punch connected hard, snapping his head to the side and disorienting him. And the Blonde Saiyan's final attack, one that sunk hard into his sternum, sent him rolling backwards. Thankfully, he departed to attack someone else again. Coughing and angry, Chishan got to his knees and struggled back to his feet, clutching his chest with his hand. His brown eyes locked onto the Saiyan, now finished with his attack and waiting as the two other fighters launched their counter measures. "Yeah...I'm a Saiyan." He breathed out through clenched teeth, the answer loud enough for him to hear. And I'm in way over my head.
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| Jordan | Mar 28 2013, 02:11 PM Post #5 |
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Broli was bounding through space and time faster than the coming lightning on the horizon of the planet, the forces that were being expelled from the elite’s massive power was beginning to mount a fashionable storm that was rolling in as though it was being carried by a chariot and two flying, flaming horses were the team bringing it to the lookout. It was at this moment, amongst all the chaos of battle, which the elite’s precognitive abilities kicked into high gear and foretold of two instances that would soon come to pass! As Custos moved through time and space, closing the gap toward that purple horned devil, he began to contort his body into a graceful act and motion. Pointy, crimson, knives passing through the air and speeding around his massive body toward an unknown destination…as his body continued to twirl and circle in mid-air the elite performed precise maneuvers that went around the special weapon the frost giant wielded! It was a masterpiece, full of turns and color that his golden and emerald aura provided as he painted the canvas of eloquently performed acrobatics and aerial maneuvers. With all the pose and grace that one would probably not expect from the hulking beast! The Saiyan legend touched the ground between acrobatics, his senses firing as a low-flying density made its way toward him at incredible speed and trajectory…it was a disc of ki, looking to slice his beautiful woven tapestry of elite level armor! Broli gave a grunt, bending end over end and flipping forward in succession! As his hands spring-boarded heel over heel, the disc came up closely…and with accurate and well placed meditation Broli infused his palms with ki as the two densities met! With all the power he could muster, he pressed hard against the disc! Hopefully his use of the deflect technique was now sending energy particles into nothing more than a beautiful little light show for the warrior’s three! Broli grinned, his gymnastics coming to a halt, he grabbed a capsule sewn onto his side…pressing the button on top and throwing the capsule toward the horned devil! The capsule exploded on the ground beneath the ox-like changeling’s feet, and Broli secured his position between the three. Without hesitation, Custos summoned his emerald energy and began to twirl like a high tier tornado! “You are a weak Saiyan warrior! You dare bring that pathetic excuse of a tail to me…and you, a human…what the hell are you doing here? Are you in cahoots with this monster of a king?” Broli raised the statements and questions as the energy was being prepared…and finally they were, he smiled before letting the ensuing charges release from the tornado he had simply created by spinning wide-round! Emerald blasts circulated from his haughty palms, four blasts swirled from the tornadoes’ location…finding their way out toward the aura’s of each of Broli’s current enemies! The blasts were mastered and effective…each making their way toward an ill-fated foe! The elite finally came to a stop, the tornado and its latent whirlwind of air coming to a stop…as though the center of the coming storm were only now reaching the lookout…lightning and thunder still off a ways from the summit, more was to come…it was only the beginning and the three warriors would need sound play if they were to be unscathed from this bout. As the emerald blasts made their way and erupted around or on their intended targets, Broli summoned two beam balls into both his palms, his emerald eyes locking onto the more powerful warriors on the lookout. The horned devil and the cool human, Broli launched two beam balls a piece at them…relocating and throwing the balls of energy at his foes! The balls spiraled and swirled around one another, their dope circulating into a double-helix-like fixture! The balls would soon be at their targets, Broli grew three more into his palms…spinning off his foot like a well-rounded pitcher and throwing them all down toward the “batters” hoping to hit them dead on as a warning…that he were indeed the one in control of this game! His spin came to a stop…waiting to see if his stun grenade had begun to take effect on the king of cold, and if his energies were placed correctly or not…things were only now beginning to heat up and the atmosphere were being charged by the immaculate powers on top of the lookout! It was a stem for lightning to strike, and it would indeed begin to be reamed with devastating power…the time was coming. Broli took a breath, his orbs of power more focused on King Cold…but his senses were focused upon the three…it was a handicap match for certain, but he were an Elite Warrior after-all…this is how his people trained. To be the underdog and handle civilizations with their own hands, after reaching such a high tiered promotion in the Saiyan Army, it was their calling to be able to under-go such battles. His blood coursed with excitement, his thoughts simply waiting for what they would do…how they would react when they were in a league none of them had, more than likely, ever been in before. This was the real world, no astral form projections here…it was time to test one’s mettle and resolve and Broli found his self in the middle of pristine warriors none the less…”Show me what y’all got.” He muttered as he waited for the group to spring-board into the pool of water, that Broli was now. A pool of power, that is. WC: 929 Ki Used: 12.7% Ki Remaining: 86.1% Battle Fatigue (Vit): 0% Battle Fatigue (Dmg): 0%
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| Towa | Mar 29 2013, 11:17 AM Post #6 |
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As had been the case whenever they had sparred, Broli showed a precognitive level of insight in dodging the oncoming attack. It was the only explanation for ease of his avoidance; inertia alone should have embedded the staff between his stupid monkey eyes. So caught up in his monologue about the Saiyan’s precognitive abilities was the King that he didn’t even notice the small capsule that exploded near his feet. Nevertheless, now was not the time to consider could haves and would haves as the Saiyan Legend began to spin like a fairy dancer while summoning the energy for some sort of qi attack. Cold would have none of it. These pipsqueaks would not last very long against that kind of power and they were useless as meat shields if they were all dead and floppy. In lieu of having to face the brute on his own, the King of Cruel charged his Saiyan counterpart in order to engage him at point blank range. He drew closer to the brute as energy balls began to swirl around his palms. A quick examination of his qi senses told the King that both weaklings were directly behind him and thus somewhat protected if he managed to block the blasts at their source. As all six of the beams were released, the mighty power pole was brought to the fore. It twirled like a windmill in order to destroy all six beams of energy before they could separate and go after the meat shields. The martial arts database installed upon his scouter flashed a message, indicating a second wave of attacks meant for the trio who stood against the brutish Saiyan monster. Acting as the scouter suggested, the Changeling King interrupted the attack by disrupting the monster’s preparations and ensuring that this second wave never happened. Unperturbed by the lack of success of these pitiful little qi beams; Broli formed a ball in each hand and threw them at the King. It was here that the folly of engaging the brute at point black range became apparent as he could do little more than cross his forearms and intercept the balls before they hit the less conditioned parts of his body. The blasts exploded upon contact and engulfed the reptilian warrior with smoke that made him difficult to see. Unfortunately, if also made it difficult for him to see beyond the smoke and when the final ball of qi energy entered the smoke cloud, he swiped at it instinctively. Rather than being deflected away, the ball exploded against the back of the King’s hand, for he didn’t have time to summon the energy required to actually deflect the blast. Still obscured by the cloud of smoke that was nonetheless dissipating rapidly, Cold spared little thought for his meat shields as they dealt with their own problems. He instead used the smoke as a cover and increased the distance between Broli and himself. Word Count: 533
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| Hayami | Mar 30 2013, 01:57 AM Post #7 |
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Broli had just evaded her attack like he knew it was coming. She was actually not all that surprised; this was the second fighter to know this type of ability, the first was Tapion. Hikari narrowed her eyes towards Broli as she held back on the fight, more of a ranged fighter in this situation. Broli continued to assault the Changeling before her, and another had joined them. He looked Saiyan, and she had no real feelings about that. With a low growl, she was unprepared for what Broli had in store for her. The human was attacked again, this time by ki attacks. Twin beam balls flew at her at a rate that she had not exspected. They slammed into her and nearly flung her off the Lookout, and she growled at the annoyance and the pain. He dared to attack a member of the Chaos Council like this? She pushed herself up as she snapped, "Insane bastard." He was not really acting like a 'good guy', he acted more like one like her alignment. Another flew beam balls were flung at her and this time they threw her off the Lookout as she nearly doubled over in her own pain. However, she refused to give up. A low growl sounded from her as she slammed the breaks in the air with her ability to fly as dark tendrils flowed around her body as she was wrapped by darkness for a moment before she flew back up, and landed forward as she growled, "That's it. I'm tired of these games!" Even injured, she would not back down. A recklessness that Tapion had identified, but she had done nothing 'wrong', though more of less, Broli had forced her hand by attacking her first.
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| Chishan | Mar 30 2013, 07:35 PM Post #8 |
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This guy is unreal. His two, for lack of a better words, allies had attacked him and he had brushed it off like buzzing mosquitoes simply annoying him. And now, with a mocking condescension, he had begun another assault. This time it was a ki attack, throwing balls of energy their way. To the Saiyan's luck, he was found himself standing behind the large Changeling. And as the attacks came flying out of the monstrous Saiyan's hands, he batted them away with a large pole, seemingly protecting himself along with the other two behind him. But more balls flew out, smashing into the defending human and Changeling. Chishan watched in horror, wondering where his stance in this fight stood. One the one hand, he wasn't a fan of Changelings and this human seemed quite the angry lady. But at the same time, the Saiyan who was related to him by species, had wasted no time in attacking him. As well as calling me weak and pathetic. He was so busy making assumptions in his head, he didn't see the rogue ki ball flying towards him. At the last moment, his attention snapped to the on-coming hue of green energy before it smashed hard into his chest, exploding against his armor. The shock of the attack nearly sent him reeling backwards, but he snapped his right foot back to catch his ground. As the smoke cleared, he glanced down at his chest plate. A nice black blast mark had covered most of the white of it, scorch marks scarring the hard plate of it. The pressure from the blast ached against his chest, his sternum throbbing sorely. His fists clenched hard into tight, angry fists. His furious brown orbs snapped from himself and at the blonde Saiyan before him. His focus was intent he didn't see the human fly into the air and transform. He had a choice to make and this Saiyan had made it for him. For better or worse... And his right hand snapped up quickly and reached behind his back. With it, he unhooked his weights underneath his armor, falling to the ground with a quick *thunk*. Let's see this til the end.
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| Jordan | Apr 2 2013, 05:58 PM Post #9 |
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A soft melody of sounds began to fill the Saiyan ears of Custos : a swirling wind-turbine coming from the majestic red pole the changeling king was wielding, a low growl escaping the throat of the human, and a thud that accompanied the dropped weights of his Saiyan brethren. Broli just grinned; the music of battle was a distinguished set of tones that gave his blood a violent stir! His Saiyan heritage kicking in full battle lust of his opposition…to see their skill sets and temperaments was just one of the cool sounds of battle…an entire symphony would soon be upon them all! The plume of smoke, that which his stun grenade implored, should had effected the “would-be” king…and thus Broli took off toward his foe in a fashion that none of the warriors could had followed…even if they tried! Custos grinned as his fist came from his hips…making their way, heavily, toward the side of the purple monster! Broli struck both sides hard, heavy, with no remorse! The purple blood, hopefully, would fly through the sky and stain the white flooring of Kami’s lookout…and just as quickly as Broli had inflicted his two callus knuckles…he returned to the middle of the arena, like a proud bull not willing to go down to any matador! The blond-haired warrior, stood like the “Hulk”, between his three opponents…their eyes were upon him, the center-stage of the entire act. What would he do? Broli quickly established a plan, all while his foes’ took their steps in preparing…most notably, the human! The elite’s eyes fell upon the hovering warrior…but something was changed about her…something demonic! “So, this is something I have never seen before…” Broli muttered just before he took action, his emerald eyes locking onto the dark-robes warrior with a tenacious blade that rivaled the cosmic “emperor”, Chaos. Broli pressed into the depths of his boots and vanished from sight, closing the distance between his foe and his self! Custos reappeared, with two clasped fist holding together, arched with his hammer of death over his head and swinging violently downward toward the crown of this villain! Not waiting for the other two to interject, Broli’s golden aura erupted in a brilliant source of light…swirling all about him like a wild vicious volcano! Again, the speed of the hulking brute erupted in a magnificent arc as did his stylish aura! Broli gracefully up-righted his self, his body heading back toward the purple king, as his mouth began to grow in emerald light…his canines reflected the majestic energy that would soon, hopefully, encompass his foe with it entirely! The mighty warrior let hell unleash, from his mouth, out toward the horned king…the speed, the power…all condemning the mighty changeling or so Broli had hoped! Again the elite Saiyan warrior pushed his upper limits and vanished from sight, his path heading toward his fellow brethren…Broli reappeared, and without malice or care, he attacked with four quick strikes. Two were aimed for the two cheeks of his foe, and the other two upper-cut like jabs were shooting out toward his gut…to hopefully take his breath away at the least! Broli’s senses came to life, tracking all three, and it was then he decided on manipulating the gravity of the Earth to hopefully encase and subdue his foes further…the elite thrust out in a telekinetic and infused wave of ki, to help distort and contract all the molecules set around both King Cold and Hikari! The elites’ mind bending the skies to his will…the very gravity seemed to shriek with pain as it was contorted and twisted against its natural aim! Broli continued to do this, until his goal was achieved…he stretched his mind and senses to the upper-most limits to hopefully ensure of their capture, and if it hadn’t done its job, their organs and very body would hopefully feel the effect of the will of the mighty elite! Broli opened his emerald eyes, locking on to the three warriors once again, forming three emerald balls all the while…and spinning in the same manner as before. These attacks swirling from his finger-tips as spherical means of power, heading toward their targets…aim was true and the power was enough to continue to be menacing! “Well, King of Cold, let us make sure you get a proper demonstration of an “artic” blast…” Broli muttered out and disappeared…closing the gap within a fraction of a moment toward the purple king! Without much time to displace, Broli thrust out his palm…in an effort to twist and manipulate the water molecules around the king of cool and entrap him in a case of pure ice! Broli watched as his technique began to cluster and cloak…it would only be a matter of mere fractions of a second before it would complete…”Welcome to Earth.” Broli cooly stated as his technique set out to encase the bastard further, in case his demition bomb hadn’t quite done the trick. Broli sat down in his eloquent fighting stance, his hands into fist and his feet-shoulder width apart…this battle was becoming interesting and Broli wanted to further see if the three would finally do something of note…rather than play defensively all day long. Their power may have been shadowed by the Saiyan Legend…but their skills could still be a threat, if used properly and strategically. Broli would give one more chance to the three before he would decimate the opposition completely, at least in terms of his suppressed power… WC: 911 Ki Used: -24.4% Ki Remaining: 61.7% Battle Fatigue (Vit): 0% Battle Fatigue (Dmg): 0%
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| Towa | Apr 4 2013, 02:04 AM Post #10 |
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It was often said by the bleeding hearts changelings that the eyes were the gateway to the soul; that every emotion ever experienced could be detected by looking in a person’s eyes. The king wasn’t sure about that, but he was trained to look an opponent in the eye to detect subtle changes in their movements and battle plans. As he stared at the Saiyan who was only slightly shorter than he, Cold noticed a hardening of the monkey’s features; a bloodlust that meant Broli was preparing something painful for one or all of them. Standing as he was with his arms in simple boxing guard, Cold found his extremities starting to numb. He detected a hint of something in the air as his arms dropped uselessly to his sides and his muscles seized. A stiff breeze could have knocked the king to the ground at this point, though what ended up sending him flying was markedly more powerful than a stiff breeze. The meaty fist hit his hip just below the natural armour that evolution had provided him with and a resounding crack could be heard echoing across the lookout. The follow-up seemed slightly mistimed due to the fact that Cold was now flying through the air, but nonetheless drove the last breath of air from the behemoth changeling’s lungs. As quickly as the spasticity had come, it now departed and left Cold painfully aware that at least one of his ribs was broken. There was little that the king could do as Broli set off towards one of his meat shields and thus he used the break in the action to vigorously rub the affected area in order to spread the pain and allow more freedom of movement. The brute’s attention came back to the king all too quickly and was heralded by a flash of green light being projected from within the warrior himself. All too quickly, the energy focused in the mouth of the warrior and His Exalted Highness knew what was coming. Even with the recognition of the impending attack, Cold found that he was ill-prepared to defend himself. The blast exploded as soon as it impacted with the middle of his chest and sent him sliding backwards across the tiled surface of the lookout. When at last he came to a stop, Cold was lying at the end of a twenty metre gouge in the otherwise flawless surface of Kami’s yard. Again he found himself unable to assist his meat shield as the brute sought them out to beat on them a little more. It seemed that the brute was saving his light shows for his superior and while Cold appreciated the gesture, he would have preferred that Broli share his talents with the rest of the group. Even as he was thinking this, the PTO Supreme Commander felt Saiyan energy begin to gather around him. The encroaching presence was vaguely reminiscent of the dead zone, but had nowhere near the crushing power that he had endured. Acting almost lazily, the king spun on the spot, yelling as loud as he could in order to disperse the gathering qi as it manipulated the gravity around him. At the culmination of his pirouette, King Cold arrogantly strutted towards his opponent, taking joy in the fact that the energies were no longer crushing him. “Broli, Broli, Broli,” the king gloated, “we are both one and one in our previous encounters and this time I have toys to throw at you. How is it that you expect to prevail this time?” Broli’s answer came in the form of a small green ball of energy that exploded against the same place as the mouth blast and caused a flash of pain to creep across the reptilian warrior’s face before he once again schooled his features into his trademark arrogant grin. Doing so made him miss exactly what the super Saiyan had said, but the displacement of air particles made any sort of query irrelevant. Even before the brute had fired his blast, Cold was swinging a punch that was supposed to be a counter to the physical attack that he thought was coming. As qi erupted from the outstretched palm of the brute, the devastator of worlds empowered his fist with his own qi energy and punched it out of the way. Even the king himself was surprised by the way it turned out; the entire event had taken place at a speed that would have been barely perceptible to his meat shields and yet his instincts had carried him through. In order to allow them time to rest up from their ordeal, Cold stayed in close to the brute and attempted to engage him in a grapple. Word Count: 790
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| Chishan | Apr 6 2013, 01:24 AM Post #11 |
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Chishan stood tall, his Saiyan pride swelling in his chest...even if he didn't quite understand where it came from. He had convinced himself that he could stay in this fight, even if it was against one hell of a massive Saiyan. Not to mention that his two "team-mates" were a Changeling and Human he had never seen or met before. His eyes darted to the two comrades at the thought, wondering what the plan was. This probed to be an almost fatal mistake. The one called Broli was in motion, going after the Changeling first, knocking the large alien around without any hint of defense. Then he teleported away and was attacking the human female with a strong hammer blow. The blond Saiyan turned his body again and fired off a mouth-blast for King Cold again, hitting him squarely in the chest. Chishan watched all this unfold in a manner of seconds. Then it was his turn. The titanic Saiyan appeared in front of him, smashing two quick punches into his cheeks. He flinched; his eyes slammed tight and his jaw clenched stiff in pain. Then he felt two strong uppercuts connect with his stomach, his armor loudly cracking under the strength and pressure of the strikes. All the air drove out of his stomach and bile filled in the back of his throat, begging for him to upchuck. Chishan fell to his knees, his arms wrapped around his throbbing mid-section. He attempted to move but the power he had just felt rocked him to the core, practically immobilizing him. He didn't see where the Saiyan went after that but he heard loud ki energy being dispersed. Luckily not for him. As the pain began to subside, he wrenched open his right eye to look up at what was happening on the battlefield. His eyesight filled with green as Broli's beam ball tore through the air and connected hard into the Saiyan's chest. The blast sent him flying backwards off the lookout. Smoke scoured off his limp, falling body as he fell at a ridiculously fast rate. His teeth were practically cracking they were grinding so hard in pain. Chishan attempted to fight back the pain, to engage his flight and charge back into the fray. But something...something held him back. He wasn't sure if it was fear...or self-preservation. But he knew that if he went back up there, he would surely die. But that's what Saiyans do! They fight for glory and death by battle is the most honorable way to go, his prideful self shouted in his brain, piercing through the red of pain. No...you must flee. You must live, a smooth, comforting voice replied. And Chishan was more obliged to listen to the latter. And so he fell, now intentionally fleeing from the battle as the pristine white platform disappeared into the clouds. WC: 476
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| Hayami | Apr 6 2013, 09:11 PM Post #12 |
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Gravity howled through the air as Hikari snarled as she curled in a crouch as something came towards her. Kiai? She had little chance to do that, with the speed of this foe. The force nearly slammed her into the ground, felt like it tried to rip her armor from her body. However, the armor had one great advantage, and that was the ability to absorb ki: and there was a monstrous amount for her to absorb. As Hikari started to stand, her mind went back to what both Broli and King Cold were saying: that she was a mere pawn, that she might be affiliated with either of their trash races. The beam ball struck her, but she didn't even seem to notice in her growing rage. Her half brother was a part of the Saiyans, but she refused to allow either to say that she was with this King Cold. The girl pushed herself fully up weakly and pulled a hand up. Her chaotic form boosted the power of the attack: even Broli's attack added to her ki used to power this powerful attack. Black as the void, crimson lightning flared around the ball as she narrowed her eyes at Broli. She snapped, "I am aligned to no-one! I am my own person, you weird bastard." The ball started to grow in size, from when it had started at about the size of a ping-pong ball. It was bow beyond softball size, but grew steadily as ki fed into the attack, one that the current Changeling master had taught her. It mattered little, but she was going to show this man that she was not to be easily messed with.
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| Aya | Apr 9 2013, 12:59 AM Post #13 |
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RP Award goes to Broli. KC is at about 95%. He's blocked weak attacks but Broli's stronger than him. Hikari is Very Near Death. Rough estimation of the PL of that Demiton Bomb is 197k. Even blocking it is going to absolutely shatter you. Broli's at about 98%. I can't see anything big that he's taken, but even the little things start to wear on you eventually. The inevitable questions can be PM'd or IM'd. Thank you and begin round 2. Kgo. |
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| Jordan | Apr 10 2013, 01:55 PM Post #14 |
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Those nefarious words echoed across the lookout, the Elite grit his jaw in a musing way…Broli witnessed his attacks side-swiped out of the way as though they were mere ants toward the King of Cold. A slight chuckled reverberated from Broli’s vocal chords as he flashed a grin, his emerald eyes focused upon King Cold making his way closer to him…was a fool’s quest for victory. The reptile-like warrior attempted to come close, and as he came closer…Broli side-stepped the close-quarters match and finished his counter with two fierce strikes aimed for the changelings smart-alec mouth! Custos grinned as he countered, the battle was becoming…annoying. Neither of the three could keep up and his senses and telepathic abilities alerted of this fact.
Broli burst into a fiery golden aura, and hovered back a good ten meters from the remaining contestants. His eyes flashed from King Cold to Hakari…the human girl, it seemed, was beginning to charge a most desperate attempt to end her life. It was ill-advised of her to continue going, Broli did not want to kill her, but she was tempting a feral sleeping beast. The clouds began to roll in, creeping toward the lookout…a growing, unnatural storm, mostly being fueled by Broli and his insatiable power that dwelled within his deepest portion of his mighty soul. With a snare, the elite let out a ripple of power…releasing his natural limits to what they would be at around seventy-five percent. But that was not enough! The elite spread his feet and allowed his body to be electrically charged by reaching his maximum power level in the current form…hopefully deterring his foes and to end this battle without much more accord. Custos had little time for the ongoing bout; he was going to need rest for an oncoming task… Clouds shifted and now surrounded the lookout; mighty bolts of lightning preceded the thunderous clap overhead…illuminating the three remaining foes. Chishan, Broli could feel, had departed away from the lookout…to which Broli did not care, he was outclassed and outmatched. It was the wiser choice to flee and run, to fight another day. As the storm began to let out its tears from the pain of the power Broli was producing, the elite felt the soft patter begin to run down his golden locks and down his ivory cloak. “Well then, King cold…little girl; as you can see, you both do not have the power to overcome me. It is a valiant attempt, and I more so simply wanted to test your upper-limits than to put you out like a rabid dog…” Broli’s majestic eyes switched back and forth between his opponents… “Hakari, I would suggest you stop building that ball of energy and simply flee from this lookout…you are in a league that you cannot win in. I will only warn you once, I feel your energy slipping away…to a realm you are not ready to visit. Leave now and no harm shall come to you. I promise you that.” Broli’s voice thundered as loud as the elements. A brief wind came through and brushed his ivory cloak open, his massive muscles bulging as his sparkling energy continued to shine and engulf him entirely…again he let his power sink itself into the enemies minds before speaking and offering his wise words once more… “King Cold, you are no threat to me. The encounters you spoke of were merely me testing your abilities…do not become arrogant to the point I destroy you upon this very lookout. You cannot win against me, and I say this…if you so threaten this planet, or any for that matter, I shall come with even more power than I display before you now. It will be the end of your rule, for all eternity. Leave this lookout, and do not return unless your coat has become clean. We can continue this if you like, but you will die if it shall come to that.” Lightning continued to bolt around the elite warrior, the elements in torment over the energy being thrashed around, with little effort or content…Broli crossed his arms and allowed his power to do the rest of the talking…waiting for a reply from his opponents, hoping they would take this opportunity to flee the scene and make their way home without further injuries. For it would be the last time he would give such a chance to do so. WC: 787 Ki Used: -1.7% + 25% Ki Remaining: 85.0% Battle Fatigue (Vit): 3% Battle Fatigue (Dmg): 2%
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| Towa | Apr 12 2013, 12:04 AM Post #15 |
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As the Devestator of Worlds drew ever closer to his foe, a low chuckled could be heard up ahead. What exactly Broli had to laugh about was anyone’s guess, though it was all about to be made clear to the King. The first strike in what was supposed to be a flurried exchange of blows slid past the Saiyan and hit nothing but air and was followed quickly by intense pain running from Cold’s jaw through the back of his neck. He hadn’t even seen the Saiyan move and was beginning to get the feeling that his foe had been holding back before. For the first time this battle, the King took a reading with his scouter instead of with his senses. The numbers ticked much higher than he ever would have anticipated and that was before the subsequent power up that made the processor work so hard that Cold turned the machine off. His senses had been deceived by the brute and now he was in a position where he could very well lose his life again. Unlike his sons, Cold knew when to fold them. Even to his senses, Broli was powerful now. His energy was a bright light in an otherwise dull planet and dwarfed even the considerable power of the King himself. When he examined the flow of energy around the planet, it was obvious now how much he had been missing during the fight. It appeared that his scouter had a better measure of things, but in his arrogance, the reptilian warrior had not paid it any attention. Cold had one last task before he left, a contract that he was to fulfil but once that was completed, he would return home and rebuild Shockwave. He gave a nod and let his power drop, offering a shrug of his shoulders to the girl before rising into the air and leaving the scene. Word Count: 317
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| Hayami | Apr 12 2013, 01:16 AM Post #16 |
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Hikari felt that she had done what she could, but even that Changeling seemed to stand little to no chance. The suppressed power level of Broli flared up as Hikari was more so so shocked that her Death Ball flared out of existence due more of a lack of concentration, rather than ki killing her. The human narrowed her eyes, more an act of difance, but it seemed that King Cold was not going to stay around. He fled the tower, and then it was just the last two standing. Hikari grunted before she spoke as she back towards the edge of the tower. "Broli, you think that all that power will deter all enemies, I'd think. But there will be those not scared of pure power." And with that, she jumped- it likely seemed suicidal, but she had one thing going for her: the shuttle that she had taken. Yuki flew the shuttle and caught her master on top as Shadowguard came out from the side to collect one of the Chaos Council. A rejuvenation tank had been set up, as it would likely be useful during their ground encounter, rather than be useless while her ship was in space. Before she faded, the human growled, "I'll not lose so badly ever again." Words: 214 Actions: All: Accept surrender & flee |
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| Jordan | Apr 14 2013, 01:56 AM Post #17 |
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The air turned to a deft halt, along with Broli's rising power...the lightning began to reced, along with the clouds they resided within. Broli's own glowing aura began to recede from the depths of which the elite warrior had summoned them...and soon, the lookout was just another lonely training ground for the brute of a warrior. A cool nod from the King of Ice and the changeling had fled the scene, fully knowing when his hand would be flushed from its bluff. It was at that moment, the elite had begun to turn down his inexhaustable power. Broli's eyes shifted to the human girl, her words floating to him as the ball of energy dissipated and was released from her grasp...
Jumping off the edge, her aura fading along with the distance in which she was escaping to. Broli gave a grunt and turned toward the mansion, where...Mr. Popo stood on his magic carpet looking at the elite warrior. "What do you think Mr. Popo? My power won't be a deterrent forever eh?" "I think, that there are beings in this universe...that will never stop seeking power, and when they find the way to power such as yours. That they will then seek you out, to test their might...so continue to train and continue to be that deterrent, but one day will come when your enemies shall indeed come for you...with no mercy in mind." The little black blob magically disappeared, and Broli shrugged his shoulders..."So be it." he muttered and walked into the lonely halls of the guardian's mansion, it was time to rest and take a nice long bath...followed by an exquisite nap. WC: 307 Actions: 1-5. allow flee's and go take a fucking nap. |
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