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| (w)perrin Vs Bulma(l); Training Battoh, Guest Staring RubicRef | |
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| Topic Started: May 8 2013, 04:06 PM (299 Views) | |
| Perrin | May 8 2013, 04:06 PM Post #1 |
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The soft scrape of metal against metal rasped through the air, slowly. Thick white cloth stood stark against Perrin's thick black armor. The sharp tips of his charcoal gauntlet tattered against the playe metal along his thigh, and a cocky smile twisted his lips up to shine his opal fang. It was the first time Perrin had worn his armor since Albel forged it and reforged his gauntlet in his own image, and it fit perfectly. He raised his left hand to eye level, allowing a small leakage of fiery white and orange light to protrude from the back side of his hand, where his Sunstone had been imbedded. Finally, his eyes flicked upward, to his blue haired combatant, “Today, Bulma, I expect you to give me your absolute best....” His soft boot pressed into the dirt below him as he crouched, twisting his body accordingly. His bare left hand rose and arced above his head, while the lines of his shoulders flowed down to the dip of his right arm. His gauntlet bound hand splayed open, baring the sharpened fingertips wide; an exact mirror of his usual Demon King stance, “Because I'll allow no less, and I will give no quarter!” An explosive pressure released from Perrin's body, causing the ground beneath him to splinter and crack.
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| Bra Brief | May 8 2013, 05:40 PM Post #2 |
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True Legend
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Did she accept him as some kind of master? Not in her mind, but why would you deter away from a lesson which could sky rocket your level of knowledge on the battle field? This was a battle with a giant; and he was a green one at that. The unsightly verdant stalk of beans bled its way into her mind; now she was a little hungry. It was naught the time to psyche her mind out with such little things. Blue hair swerved in the air as Bulma materialized her swords in-front of her from her technological sheathes. Her hands whipped around more like snakes and those snaked fingers grasped the hilts to the thinned and hardened blades. Staring into the depth of his fiery eyes, the human girl marveled at the strength he possessed. Her front foot slid forward and her body dropped low. Her eyes dropped low and she started to rely on that ability she was blessed to sense her opponent’s power radiating through his body. She had a mental image of her opponent and his menacing grin began to haunt her mind; no, it began to challenge it. Intimidation, it was something that came with a fighter naturally. Was her mind going to fall to that chill running down her spine? She decided to ignore that sudden temperature change which radiated from her neck and down to her tailbone, and she went onto the offensive almost instantly. Her eyes shot open, and the scouter, a device she had hooked to her right ear, beeped and pin-pointed Perrin’s location in-front of her. Her body burst into eight as she performed her modified Hassuken. One by one, each Bulma sliced quickly at Perrin. The first Bulma stopped with a slide of her foot and sliced upward in a diagonal path. The second, followed by the third and then the fourth, sliced at him from the left side back to back. The fifth and sixth Bulmas doubled back and sliced at him from the right side. Seven and eight jumped into the air and came down one by one with a slice. The eight Bulma’s smashed together and it did not take more than a split second before Bulma split once again into eight different bodies of herself. This time all eight attacked in a linear line. One by one, each sliced at Perrin and as they sliced at him, they disappeared and this left Perrin with just one Bulma at the end who slices at his waist. Bulma turned her body and she raised her sword for another quick slice. This time, instead of splitting into eight Bulma’s, both of her swords waved into four blades on each side. “The Demon’s Eight Blades!” She sliced at him eight times in one crossing motion. She breathed hard and plenty; that was something she was taught to always do no matter if she is tired or not. Her chest continued to take a slight bounce with every hard breath. She took a step back and tossed her swords into the air. She jumped forward and brought her fist down toward Perrin, but purposely came up short in range. With her body twisting she caught one of the swords and sliced down with a serving of ki coming down toward the Namekian.
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| Perrin | May 9 2013, 08:33 AM Post #3 |
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Cold steel clashed into the dark black coat of Perrin's armor more times than Perrin could manage to count. When finally he had a fraction of a second to draw a breath, his eyes opened to see his white robe hanging in shreds. Before Bulma could release her final set of slashes, Perrin's arm snapped outwards in defiance. The plates of his gauntlet caught into Bulma's blade, and with a firm twist, allowed him the lightning strikes he needed to counteract her bladed dance. His lip twisted in a snarl for but a moment before Bulma artfully dragged her blade through the air and released a blade of energy, much like the ones Perrin had seen released from Albel's blade, weeks before. With a flourish, Perrin's gauntlet bound hand twisted around and slammed into the flat of the energy and sent it flying into the distance. Blood surged through his body, pulsating in the furthest of his extremities. In a sudden snap, Perrin burst towards Bulma at incredible speeds. Just as he approached her, both of Perrin's arms extended and snapped inwards, aiming to chop at both sides of Bulma's ribcage with his unique form of resonating and pulsating energies. His jaw unhinged with a rippling roar of battle. Even at his most stable, Perrin relished in battle.
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| Bra Brief | May 10 2013, 02:51 PM Post #4 |
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True Legend
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She ignored the scene she was staring at for a moment and took this chance to appreciate the beauty of the Kanassan world. Grey skies were filled with white clouds and the trees seemed to be animated by the wind. She felt she could talk to them and speak her problems out. She spoke to the trees with her body as the blast punch flung into her chest and sent her speeding back with the force. She yelped like an injured pup and the bark of the tree cracked against her back. So this is what power was. Her jacket miraculously protected her skin from the bark, but it did no her no justice against the grinding feeling of her back sliding to the ground. Her swords were scattered on the battlefield. Looking up, a branch smashed into her face and made her grunt in an annoyed manner. That really hurt. She was back to being this tiny rodent again. She stood to her feet sluggishly and she looked over to where her closest sword was and made a desperate dash toward it. With a roll she picked it up and swung it upward in a slicing motion and sent yet another one of her Ki Slashes toward Perrin. Standing up, she grabbed that one sword with both hands and took several heavy steps toward him. She sliced downward from the corner of his head and down to his armpit. She doubled back and sliced upward in the same spots with breaths heaving out from her jaws. Sure she was outclassed in every aspect, but the underdog never lost heart. Her skin was bruised in places she did not even understand had taken damage. Her fingers had a slight tremble in them. Her hair had lost its perfect style; it was now nasty and strewn all over her head.
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| Perrin | May 11 2013, 09:04 PM Post #5 |
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The corner of Perrin's olive lip turned upwards, only slightly, hinting away at a bit of humility. Bulma was still green, but she was beginning to develop quite well. Perrin's first moves had sent his blue haired companion flying across the area, fairly effortlessly. Since he left Earth, he had been under excruciating training and it showed. He began to focus on Bulma's systematically slowing movements, attempting to read and predict her movements, and honed into her weary body's trembles. Her first attack came in a quick and great arc, releasing her blade of energy again, and Perrin braced himself, allowing it to slam into his thick and defensive armor. A grunt passed his lips as he could feel it seethe through his shell and pass its residual damage on. Her next two attacks came in a quick chain, her blade clambering into his armor with a metallic clang. His teeth bared roughly as he pushed into the whipping blade. All emotion dropped from his face, as a damning force released from his body. Immediately, it was as if his own density increased and spread the pressure of his power around him. His muscles thickened and stretched while his joints popped and cracked. Within mere moments, Perrin was several feet larger than before, but managed to contain his behemoth size within the confines of his Damaskian Armor. His fingers tingled slightly, but with a single flex of his right arm, the straps to his gauntlet snapped and it fell to the ground in a clatter. He swung his arm around, allowing his thickened hand to graze the ground. His bladed nail scraped deep into the earth, rendering dirt from its resting place and slinging a clump directly for Bulma's eyes. Without hesitation, he followed the blinding cloud with a quick step and left hook, followed by a right. His head thrust forwards, aiming to smash into her nose in hopes of stunning her long enough to really blow her away. Suddenly, Perrin's martial art style swapped. His large mauls lifted and wound their way toward Bulma's neck, hoping to trap her in his enclosed box as his legs flexed and quickly he hopped. First his right knee thrust up for her upper body and just as quickly popped back downwards, thrusting into the ground to give way for his left knee to lift up just as quick and with the same destination. Finally, his hands would release their position. His emotionless visage disappeared as he smirked slightly, giving a bare signal just before he spun and his leg snapped, loosing a buzz saw kick for Bulma's tender neck.
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| Bra Brief | May 12 2013, 04:11 PM Post #6 |
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What a monster. Veins of green pulsated in-front of her and this Namekian was of a size that seemed inhuman; Perrin was not human. She pondered in her head if she should say innamekian instead. Her mind wondered, and it was the only thing that kept her sane as she watched his nicks of flesh regenerate at speeds that were unheard of. His size and his demeanor barked at her like a large dog. She did not know what Perrin’s goal was. It could have been to push her bounded limits further than they were before. It could have been to intimidate her and show her just who territory she was standing on is. Hesitant breaths scattered between her teeth as her hair shadowed her eyes out. She did not change her expression, nor did she attempt to change her stance. Her blade was still having its tip to the ground and the shaking of the blade suddenly stopped and her eyes peered from her strands of hair. Her voice came out deep and rough, giving the impression that her throat was dry. “I will not falter,” she said with her voice trembling wildly. Grey clay of earth smashed into her face, but her eyes had closed in order to prevent them from being invaded. Rough smack after smack put her body into a jolting dance as she was hit by these massive arms. Her body flung backwards, but was stopped as a massive green hand grabbed hold to her brittle neck. She felt him choking her, and she allowed the muffled sounds of her windpipe being crushed upon fill the air. She clenched onto her swords, the opposite to what a warrior is known for doing when they are caught. An agile knee brought her to the ground, but his control of her body made it simply for him to lift her up and give her one more knee. Consciousness was starting to fade from the human female, the world around her jamming to the beat of death and shaking all over the place. She felt his arm rip away from her neck, slicing her skin as it had done so, and her eyes widened up to see the kick heading its way. Blood was spilling from her mouth, what kind of man was this? Wasn’t this just a battle from a green man to a green woman? ”I will not allow you to, she started to say as her body, in a lifeless manner, dropped to the ground and barely caught a nick of his kick against the dome of her head. She turned, with energy that was teeming from her pours and with a quick Irregular Step (Speed Teleport), she bounced from view suddenly and appeared behind him with a look of pure malice on her face. It almost felt like the world was frozen around them and all sense of color, even gray, tore from the pages of a book. Outlines were all that could be seen between the two combatants as Bulma rose and brought a hard slice and quick slice from her sword. Breaking from her form, which remained still framed, was two other Bulma. The first one flipped over his shoulder, hand attempting to grip into his hardened and steel flesh, and land in-front of him with her back toward him. She twisted and sliced hard at his abdomen and then with her sword expertise she quickly sliced upward. The second Bulma, pierced out of the second Bulma’s back, which had her facing him now. Doing a flip, she aimed to land on his shoulders, resting easy with her thick thighs threatening to crush him as she squeezed them. With both her swords, she sliced one large cut down from his temple and ending violently at his chin. Her second sword was swung outward wide, and the final Bulma burst from her body like a phantasm. The second sword was passed to this final Bulma which fell to the ground and landed with a bend in her knees. She was exhausted and sweat rained onto the earth. Her face was the sourest she could make it as she put much strength in her knees, and with all the strength she could muster, she pushed off her legs and contorted her body with the sword coming up with a hard slice. The slice made every image of Bulma disappear in a flurry of pretty ink blots which splashed into the air for effect. Everything returned to normal and each sliced would carve its way into Perrin if they were to hit.”I. Will. Not. Allow. You. To. Scare. Me.”.” This was more like a battle in her mind, than some kind of physical battle; the damage was still there. Her face was stained with crimson which poured from her mouth. This behemoth before her had a sick way of scarring fear into her brain. She was only human after all. She remembered seeing him in commercials for his movie, but to see him as he was now, made her feel like this movie was something of non-fiction. She still had a sliver of energy left and with it she broke from that sorry stance of hers and this time, with the stress of her body heightened, she created 9 of herself which surrounded him. One by one, they made effort to slice into his large body. A slice to his left arm. A slice to his right arm. A slice to his chest. A slice to his right leg. A slice to his left leg. A slice down his back side. A slice up his spinal cord. A slice across his back. A slice against his lips. Her form reappeared as one which slid on the ground a few feet from him. She was already on the ropes in this battle. Nine slices. One for each drop of blood he spilled from her mouth. One for each moment her mind screamed in trepidation. One for each moment that Perrin reminded her of her previous Master Hael. She was on her knees with both only one of the swords holding her up. Breaths were desperately being gulped down and a mixture of sweat, tears, and blood invaded the cracks of earth and absorbed into the mounds of dirt created by her slide.
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| Bassolarr | May 12 2013, 11:16 PM Post #7 |
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KING OF THE RING
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| Perrin | May 14 2013, 09:02 PM Post #8 |
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Suddenly, Perrin's entire demeanor changed. He shifted and slammed his metallic shell into the first swing of Bulma's blade, absorbing the shock of its sharp bite. A sadistic grin split his olive face wide with a soft pink twist. Rather than fall into Bulma's ensuing attacks, Perrin moved to break her entire offense with his own. As Bulma moved to spread her body around with a flurrying storm, via her Hassuken mirage, Perrin let loose a feral growl and snapped forwards, releasing a quick thrust of his palm into the flat of Bulma's blade to send it wavering away from its target. The flat of his right hand thrust again, aimed for the blue haired beauty's chest, while his left crammed forward, closing into a fist before it had a chance to collide with her body. Suddenly, Perrin spun and, with a leap, whipped his right leg down and followed with his left in a quick bicycle kick. Just as he landed, the wounded warrior began another attack, which Perrin had no intention to allow her to complete; though he fully intended to end it. Her blade swung for his left arm, which Perrin sidestepped just enough to only allow the tip of her blade to bite into the skin between his armor and gauntlet. There, he held her blade still, swinging his sliced arm up to wrap around the blade of her sword. From the other side, Perrin thrust the tips of his fingers for different points of Bulma's body. Each blow aimed for a different tender spot on Bulma's body. Her throat, ribs, eyes, and nose became targets of his lightning strikes. Perrin's eyes caught fire with blue and white electricity. His antennas stiffened and rose high, as electrical arcs stretched across long transverses of his body. The ground beneath him split apart, filling with a flood of electrical worms, and just when his body could no longer contain it, his power erupted. An electrical dome of body shredding electricity ripped the ground to pieces, annihilating everything everything within a hundred foot radius. wc: 345
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| Bra Brief | May 16 2013, 09:58 AM Post #9 |
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Null and void. As if it did not matter, Perrin swatted away her attacks. Instantly her body, which was splitting with her speed, stopped and she was just one person. Blood spat out of her mouth. Blue strands of hair faded to purple as crimson aimed to dominate the top of her head. It took moments like this to snap her to a harsh reality; she had not been a fighter. She had not been a true fighter until this trip with Perrin. As if she had lost her mind, she smiled at the ground which grew near with each second. Her face smashed into the ground with electricity dancing all around her from his Namekian Nova burst. Sting for sting of lightning stabbed her in various parts of her body, but because of her fading consciousness, she her body completely decided to ignore the pain. The very last thing she could remember seeing before darkness, was the dark green skinned monster before her. Her breathing, surprisingly, stabilized as she faded away into a world of black screens and unknowns. Maybe she needed to accept his teachings; she could be dead with how heavy her body slumbered. This was game over. WC: 201
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