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[l]hercule V. [w]tommeh; Ref. Chishan
Topic Started: Jun 17 2013, 11:28 PM (593 Views)
Tommeh
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Silent Namekian
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Base PL 53,686


Why Tommeh was in a sandwich competition made no sense to Tommeh, but the old fart Roshi said that this would hone his skills. When Roshi says skills here is in question, or at least his sandwich making skills. But Roshi also said that there would be a very useful reward if he won the competition. Again, with this reward being useful, he still did not know who it provided any use to.

As the silent green alien walked into the building for the competition, everyone looked at him strangely. Tommeh knew exactly why and tried to ignore it all. Tommeh could here the man say that they were going to bake cakes for this competition. Great, he did not know how to bake cakes, only make sandwiches. Roshi really set him up this time didn't he.

*Ding*

That was the bell and Tommeh stared at the ingredients in front of him; he did not know what he was going to do. The silent Namekian turned around to see what everyone else was doing. Slightly to his surprise, he could see the chefs leave one by one. Luckily they were all scared of a nice green alien. The only human remaining walked up to him and said,

"It l..looks like you win, by technicality.... And now....y..your prize. A lesson with our champ Hercule."

Hercule huh. Tommeh remembered him, very boastful and what not. He is supposedly the Earth's champion and Tommeh had the "honor" of working with him. The silent Namekian was eager for a little warm up with him to see how he is in a real fight, not a cooking class.

Tommeh grinned with pleasure and moved toward the pointed direction. Maybe Roshi had this planned the whole time. The old devil probably knew every trick in the world, most for the women here.

He opened the door to see Mr. Satan there waiting for him. Tommeh took of the weights for his clothing and slipped on a knew pair of gloved that he had been meaning to wear for a while. The gloved were cool to the touch.

Tommeh grinned at the human and got ready to have a small bout with the man, hopefully the people around here would not mind, and hopefully Hercule would not.

WC:380

1.take off weights
2. put on icicle gloves

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Stats:
PL: 42,172/56,228
Ki: 21086/28,114

Strength: 6,694
Speed: 6,372+100=6472
Toughness: 6,659+550+10%=7930
Stamina: 6,862
Vitality: 6,628


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Prepped Items
icicle gloves (equiped now)
stasis grenade

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Notes:

5/5 Counters
1/1 Kiai
1/1 Deflect
2x attack combos (double speed)
9% Damage reduced
3% physical damage
opponent loses one action in first post
tactition passive
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AnotherOldGoten
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Hercule loved hosting the annual Satan City Cake Bake-off Challenge. Every year he got to dive into dozens of the most tasteful cakes and try them out in order to pick one lucky individual for fighting lesson from the one and only Champion of the world.

Mister Satan was seated at a long, cloth covered table and waited patiently behind a closed door, properly prepared with a bib and a turned up fork. Since he willingly skipped lunch earlier that day, so that he could save his appetite and pallet for the baked goods, the Champ was extremely hungry and ill tempered, to say the least.

"Where in the hell are these damn cakes," Herc grumbled, directing his question to the scrawny assistant that stood next to him.

The skinny, suited man anxiously began to scrambled around his hip until he shakily grabbed the black radio that was attached to his belt. Raising the rectangular device to his mouth, he clicked the protruding button on its side -which sounded out a burst of static- and, in a trembling voice, asked, "h... hey Larry, how much longer before those cakes are ready?!? The Champ's starving!"

Two seconds later....

"Chshh! It's already over. Some green alien dude scared off everyone and technically... he wins by default. Krrr!"

"Chrk! What about the cakes Larry? What about the damn cakes?!? Frrk!"

"Schhh! No cakes! I repeat: No Cakes! But the winner is headed your way! Krk!"

Not a second later in stepped a tall green Namekian, most likely the guy that won the bake-off and scared all of the other contestants away, thus rendering the world's greatest champion cake-less. Hercule's narrowed eyes followed the alien's movements, watching him remove some weighted articles and strapping on a pair of ice gloves.

On the outside the Champ retained his composure for the most part, that is if you don't count the scowl of a frown that slumped down his stubble covered chin, but on the inside his blood -highly prized because of its rare ability to cure cramfelectus (a highly infectious disease among the unicorn species, which melts flesh from bone)- was boiling. Everything that was beheld in Mister Satan's vision had turned blood red. Even the deep green skin of the Namekian Tommeh, who's name he learned that instance from the contestant entry form that was slipped in front of his face by his well dressed assistant, had turned red and was seen only as a target by the bull-god, Satan! *Queue Music*


Like the sly devil that he was, Mister Satan continued to play it cool and started off by pushing up from the table and removing his flowing white cape. Next he slowly started removing each of his weighted pieces of training gear. All the while doing those things, even after getting up from the table and lightening his load, the hardcore champion of the world never broke eye contact with the evil green cake killer. Even while walking to the large dojo mat and slipping on his ass stomping boots, Herc kept his game face.

Finally, once the Champ was prepared to fight, he walked closer to his opponent and faced horrible alien baker down. His boiling hot blood was pumping and he was ready to go! But, like always, the Champ had some famous last words to give to his opponent.

"Alright punk! You really screwed up this time! You want a lesson? I'll give you a lesson! Satan style! I'll even make a deal with you! If you beat me, which ain't gonna happen, then I'll forget all about the cakes. But, when I win.... you gotta bake me cake after cake until you finally make one that's good enough for the Champ! Deal? I'll even let you go first!"

WC: 642
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Actions:

1) Remove Weighted items

2) Slip on Ass Stompers (Saiyan Boots)

Stats:

PL: 16,768/21,458 + 900 = 22,358

Ki: 8,384/10,729 + 450 = 11,179

Str: 2,985 + 250 = 3,235

Spd: 2,498

Tou: 2,446 + 200 = 2,646

Sta: 2,875

Vit: 2,423

Det: 86

Cha: 133

Int: 391

Prepared Items:

Sensu Bean, Stasis Crystal, Phoenix Down, Saiyan Boots

Notes:

Deflect (1/1)
Kiai (1/1)
Speed Tele (3/3)
Double strike (+1 quick attack)
Champion Passive
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Tommeh
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Tommeh was shocked by the words coming from bushy man as he took a step back from the confidence of the Herc. But soon a grin came about the face of Tommeh, it looked liked Mr. Satan had a lot of heart, which is more than could be said for many humans here on Earth. Soon a grin came about the silent Namekian's face as an interesting fight was about to begin.

The green warrior began to wonder whether that confidence Tommeh felt from the voice was actually arrogance. He learned that humans tend to hide their true emotions through opposite emotions. But then again, he was offering Tommeh the first strike. But again, that could just be the stupidity of humans, or that he is really damn strong. Roshi had now taught him how to sense the inner core ki energy that each individual possesses, and what he sensed in him, was much stronger than the typical human but not as strong as himself. They have teamed up before on Tommeh's first trip to Earth as they stopped a murderous dojo slayer after he just came fresh off when of his crimes. And at that time, Hercule did not know who to even fly, so from the last time they had met he had improved greatly.

The silent Namekian grinned as he got into his typical stance of keeping his arms low, but extended. In a blink's notice, Tommeh charged out at his opponent as his glided over the the floor and initiated with four quick jabs all aiming for the hairy chest of the champ. Then Tommeh raised his knee to hopefully collide into Hercule's gut and then Tommeh clumped his fists together to slam him into the ground. The foreign Earthen then went back to his punches again, but this time he aimed for the face.

WC:308
TWC:688

Free: Crush Stance
1. 4 QA
2. 2 SA
3. 4 QA

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Stats:
PL: 42,172/56,228
Ki: 21086/28,114

Strength: 6,694
Speed: 6,472
Toughness: 7930
Stamina: 6,862
Vitality: 6,628


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Prepped Items
icicle gloves (equiped)
stasis grenade


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Notes:

5/5 Counters
1/1 Kiai
1/1 Deflect
2x attack combos (double speed)
9% Damage reduced
3% physical damage
opponent loses one action in first post
tactition passive
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AnotherOldGoten
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Hercule stood there, directly in front of his opponent, the tall, green, non-home economics taking Tommeh, fearless and, as far as his hunger and anger clouded mind was concerned, completely ready to take the single, presumably weak blow that he was about to allow. The few minutes that passed prior to their close range engagement were carefully thought out and perfectly planned out by the Champ's ever strategic mind and he was absolutely sure that when greenie's punch came at him, slow and unorthodox in form, he would embrace the limp noodle of an arm, if it should even amount to that, and judo flip the Namek up and over his shoulder and ultimately slam him hard upon the thin mat. Satan smiled eagerly as he continued making eye contact and anticipating the strike, but the hot headed hero was about to be in for one rude awakening.

Stampeding forth, like a fleet of vertically flying lightning bolts, four undetected punches thundered into Herc's chest bearing hair (get it ;)), but happened so fast that the human fighter didn't even know what hit him. In fact, he was so stunned that all he could do was remain stiff from shock, and from being breathless, and, with a set of bulging eyeballs, be knocked back by the force of the hits.

The pain from the first set of combos, unleashed sternly upon Mister Satan, hadn't even kicked in yet. Apparently, Tommeh's movements were so fast that they beat the Champ's nervous system in a race to his brain. Because, in that instant the emerald challenger relinquished another pair of blows, packed full of raw force, that banged the afro man to the ground, face first.

Though still being conscious, Hercule's head was definitely dazed; and just as quick as he smacked the mat below, he instinctively bounced straight back up, but only for his money maker to be pounded by four more fist of fury. The Champ was sent tumbling hard across the room where he landed in a uniquely sprawled position that highly accented the probable pain that he was experiencing. Whether if it was by chance that the fourth blow sent him flying or if it was by Tommeh's doings, giving the last strike an extra umph of force, didn't really seem to matter. What did matter was that the Earth's champion had just gotten his entire body rocked and was left crooked and throbbing on his own mat.

After only a few tears and a slight moment of writhing, Herc slowly but surely made it back to his feet and with a completely new attitude to boot. He was a lot calmer than before and had completely forgotten about the cakes (for the moment); realizing that his blind rage was mainly to blame for his careless actions. Before, the afro hero completely neglected his natural senses and fool heartily rushed into battle assuming he was going to win. To be honest, it had been a while since he had even faced anyone close to his strength, but in light of new discoveries, and with the aid of a little memory, Herc was able to discern the incredible power which faced him down. And, remembering that he met up with this guy not too long ago, the Champ knew of his skills and was sure to be in for one hell of a fight; which brought another kind of smile across his gritty face.

"You'll have to forgive me for my actions earlier," Herc said in his deep rasp of a voice. "I didn't realize who I was facing. So let me assure you that, now that I know who you are, Tommeh, I won't make the same mistake twice."

With that said and out of the way, Hercule Satan drew in closer towards the green shaded warrior and maneuvered himself into a fighting position that master Roshi taught him: Wolf Stance. The Champ extended his arms and crinkled his hands to resemble the sharp and jagged jaw of the fearsome predator for which it was named. Then, with a bellow from his core, he released a loud and fearsome growl of a yell that seemed to birth a red, glowing energy from his insides that slowly flowed up and around his body until it divided and amounted in each of his fierce hands, powering them up for attack.

Being that he was the Champ and all, Hercule, while powering up had already thought up his plan for attack; a genius millionaire world champion had to stay ahead of the game. His brilliant plan consisted of shifting forward, back into close quarters, and unleashing three hungry, teeth salivating, wolf fist to bite at the green stalk's core. A sharp left and right to his upper chest and a curled under hook to his abdomen. Those carnivorous jabs would then be directly followed with three more that were to be equally mean, but in a different pattern as too confuse.

By that time, as was figured, the effects from the stance would have worn off, but not the Champ's determination. Just as soon as his hands were finished with their masterpiece, he would send forth the ultimate combo finisher to leave a message at Tommeh's beep. And that move would be one of Hercule's favorites, his trusty Dynamite Kick.

In the Champ's mind his plan was perfect and, with his fist charged and ready to bite, he closed in and lunged on the attack.

WC: 925
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Actions:

Free: Wolf Stance (a1 & a2 +15% dmg)

1) 3x QA
2) 3x QA
3) Adept Dynamite Kick

Ki Use: 1%

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Stats:

PL: 16,768/21,458 + 900 = 22,358

Ki: 8,384/10,729 + 450 = 11,179

Str: 2,985 + 250 = 3,235

Spd: 2,498

Tou: 2,446 + 200 = 2,646

Sta: 2,875

Vit: 2,423

Det: 86

Cha: 133

Int: 391

Prepared Items:

Sensu Bean, Stasis Crystal, Phoenix Down, Saiyan Boots

Notes:

Deflect (1/1) Kiai (1/1) Speed Tele (3/3) Double strike (+1 quick attack) Champion Passive
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Tommeh
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Tommeh had managed to easily knock down his opponent as all of his attacks had made contact with Mister Satan. The silent Namekian did not realize that he was this much stronger than his opponent. Tommeh maybe did not realize that he was so much stronger because he has been training with Strega the whole time. The silent Namekian could barely even stand up to a weak ki blast shot by him. Now, even though still half his strength, it is still a huge improvement. But training with someone like Strega has been very beneficial for him so he has been able to get much stronger than he could ever imagine.

The silent Namekian cocked his in confusion as he thought he saw Mister Satan... crying? Maybe this was not the reward Master Roshi was talking about. Maybe he was actually suppose to win the damn contest.

Then Hercule apologized to Tommeh for his actions, but it did not look like he was going to back down just yet. He could sense a feeling a ferocity coming from him now, like a wolf. And the wolf was ready to strike.

The green warrior then moved to his defensive strategy and unorthodox style of blocking attacks. The punch coming to his right was pushed down to the ground as he folded his hands together and kept his arms just as close to each other and came from above to do so. Tommeh did the same exact thing to the other punch as he stopped it from doing any damage to him at all. As another underhook went to his gut, he placed his arms indian style and lifted his arms up together in a upward direction making the attack miss. A similar combo made its way towards Tommeh, but this time he decided that he would showoff his superior speed instead he dodged a quick left punch by side stepping to the side. As the next punch went low for his gut again he shifted his right foot back and took a quick hop back, dodging that one as well. As the final punch made it way towards Tommeh, he did a stylish back flip getting away from range of the attack.

Hercule was quick to react and then followed with a ki blazing kick. Tommeh decided he would follow suit as he did doing his own ki infused kick. Both dashed at each other as the were both in the air their feet collided as any classic battle would have. As their feet contacted, a explosion followed, knocking plates and small objects over on the ground.

After canceling that attack, both of them stood not to far away from each other. Tommeh now hoped that he could end this quickly as he was planning to initiate his most devastating combo on him. But Hercule was full of surprises and it would not be a shock if he somehow would still manage to stand up from it.

Tommeh charged in with a powerful punch, strong enough to break through any guard. Then he closed what little distance was left in between them with a jumping knee going straight for his gut. The silent Namekian then after trying to knee him, extended it out to kick him, hoping to send him reeling back. Before Hercule would crash into the wall of their confined space, Tommeh would extend his arm to catch him and unguarded. He planned on then finishing the combo with a powerful backhand that would then send hims crashing through the wall that he was so close to earlier.

WC:599
TWC:1287

1.Resilience A1
2. dodge a2
3. cancel a3 with own DK
crush: demon rend
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The Champ was roughly bashed into and through a wall, which looked like it was merely just the constitution of a sheet of notebook paper as he ripped out and rolled onto the busy city streets just outside the dwelling. Herc only made it to the second lane of traffic before he wrecked right into the side door of a fancy red sports car, leaving a large, sunken impression where his meaty and muscular body made contact.

The owner of the vehicle began raising hell and quickly hopped out the car from his passenger door and began stalking around to the other side. He planned on taking the damage out of the ass of whoever the douche bag was that ruined his flashy ride, but by the time he made it around there, Hercule had already stood to his feet, snapped from the side walk a parking meter, and was heading back in through the hole just exited, slapping the solid metal pole in his open palmed, free hand. The rich kid, realizing that the guy he wanted to smash was the Earth's champion, quickly shut his mouth and therefore closed the case on that issue.

But, there was still a more important issue at hand and with Hercule entering the newly made doorway like a barbaric madman, he looked like just the man needed to take care of the issue. He trudged in, back upon the blue sparring mat, with pounding stomps until he once again came face to face with his Namekian rival. Hercule breathed out slowly and calmly took a stance, but a much different one than the wolf stance.

The new form that the Champ brandished was a batter's stance with the long and heavy, metallic parking meter, held up and beside his head, as his bat. He gave two quick practice swings before returning the club next to his head and then, after spitting a large wad of spit on the he ground, he wound up tight, as is a fastball was speeding his way, and swung the meter with all of his might, but instead of following through with his swing, Hercule released the bat and sent it hurtling end over end toward Tommeh.

The sound of sloshing change and whipping wind could be heard as the metal projectile inched closer and closer, but as it closed in to within only a few feet of its target, Hercule instantly flashed in front of it and intercepted the pole with both hands behind his head. Keeping with the momentum of the high speed parking meter, he then used all of his agility and might to lash it down at the Namek's green, reflective dome.

The hell fury of Mister Satan didn't stop there though. After releasing the shiny, bent parking pole, Herc bounced backwards with three consecutive back flips before landing firmly on his feet and in a typical martial arts pose. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he forcefully jutted both of his arms straight out in front of himself and began to yell at an extremely intense level!

As soon as Satan's beastly roar began, highly electric bolts of yellow energy surge from within his body and wrapped him completely in a swirling vortex. The foundation below began to violently shake and soon spread to the walls and to the roof, creating a vibrating flurry of floating dust and debris that seemed to almost be levitating by means of a static charge. After only a short moment, the spiraling exoskeleton of ki flowed forward and into the open palms of the Champ where it formed into a perfectly symmetrical orb which filled both of his hands like a mini glowing sun.

Mister Satan could feel the highly charged and volatile energy pulsing and throbbing in his hands as if it were a ticking time bomb ready to explode and instantly released it, sending it zooming towards its destination. As it traveled, for that so short of a moment, the most awkward vooming sounded emitted that can only be described as eerie and bone chilling.

Then, the next instant....

"BOOM!!!!!!!"

A violent explosion ensued that gusted a wind back upon its creator so intense that he was driven backwards and forced to shield his face with his hairy arms. Smoke and debris were all around stirring itself into a massive cloud and, everything that once was, was reduced to rubble and overtaken by its dense smog of destruction.

WC: 757
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Actions:

1) Sped Tele + SA
2) Energy Charger
3) Charged Ion Beam

Ki Use: 19%
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Chishan
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The RP reward was a close one. I really enjoy the way you both roleplay your characters and how they react to the attacks made against them.

But there can be only one winner and it is Hercule!

Now Tommeh has asked for a damage report as well;

Tommeh: 98%
Hercule: 90%

This is entirely based off your RP's. Up to the last post, there was no real energy usage. I took into effect that by canceling the DK, the combined explosion would still effect both of you.


Also, I'd appreciate that you note your stamina drain from now on. It makes it easier for myself reading as well as you two.

Great fight. Keep it up!
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Tommeh
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[ooc: we should do ki drain now]

The silent Namekian thought it was over now for sure. He had just taken too many blows to count and had been launched through brick walls and into cars, yet the man still managed to somehow get up. Maybe Mister Hercule Satan truly was Earth's champion, but that still was not the best fighter in the world, but maybe one day, that could be achieved, he did have potential after all.

Tommeh began to slowly walk towards the hole that he helped create with the assistance of Hercule's body. The emerald warrior could see that the Earth's champion coming in now with a weapon of some sort now. It was that thing human's dump money into so that they can leave their car somewhere. A small grin came about Tommeh's face, it looks like he had won the close up battle that Hercule is switching to use a make shift weapon, at least he is thinking.

The champ was playing around with the pipe now, giving a couple of practice swings and patting his hand with it. When suddenly Mister Satan decided to throw the pipe straight at Tommeh's green head. He decided that he was going to catch the pipe. The silent Namekian could sense the man approaching with lightning speed at him and Tommeh closed his eyes waiting for the attack.

When Tommeh opened his eyes he could see Hercule Satan right in front of him. Then with his superior speed, Tommeh vanished behind him and stopped the swing as he grabbed to pole, stopping him from moving and unleashed a sharp knee straight into his opponent's spine. Then Tommeh let go of the pipe to unleash an even sharper elbow into the same exact area of his spine.

Hercule managed to recover from what had just occurred and did a few back flips to gave them some space. Then he could see Hercule begin charging a powerful in his hands and Tommeh began to follow suit.

His green palms connected as he raised them up above his head. With open hands he allowed the energy to flow through them. Soon a purple ball of ki began to form around his hands. Tommeh could feel the ground around him beginning to break. Why would he do this? Does he not care about the people around him? Tommeh had to stop him.

Tommeh knew he may sacrifice one man and/or one building, but if he could save them from destruction. The building around him began to crumple before him when all the sudden Hercule unleashed his powerful beam of energy that engulfed Tommeh's entire vision.

But Hercule still had much to learn that size does not matter. Tommeh then shouted as he made his masenko as powerful as it will ever be,

"MASENKOOOO- HA!"

Tommeh's powerful refined beam charged into the heart of of the beam as it collided with his opponent's beam. It would be the struggle of the ages, but Tommeh was ready for it.

He had to win, he could not let any more destruction happen. The purple and the yellow collided and even more sparks were made and no side wanted to give up. Tommeh then juiced in even more energy to hopefully ensure his victory. When he did a giant surge of energy flowed through the violet spectacle as it got even larger.

Now it was up to nature to decide the result.

WC:569

1. ST+Counter- 2 SA
2. Energy Charger
3. Energy Doubler
T. Block Ion Beam w/ Masenko (DR 9, 63258- PL, 16% Ki+16% extra)

Ki used - 32%
Total Ki used - 33%
Ki Remaining - 67%

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Stats:
PL: 42,172/56,228 --> 40084/54140
Ki: 21086/28,114

Strength: 6,694
Speed: 6,472
Toughness: 7930
Stamina: 6,862-2088=4774
Vitality: 6,628


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Prepped Items
icicle gloves (equiped)
stasis grenade


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Notes:

5/5 Counters
1/1 Kiai
1/1 Deflect
0/1 Demon Rend
2x attack combos (double speed)
9% Damage reduced
3% physical damage
opponent loses one action in first post
tactition passive
Ki Mastery II
Fisticuffs- +.5 DR to physical attacks and hybrids
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Hercule's firmly planted and well braced body shuddered as a massive purple wave of energy, shot powerfully from his green opponent, collided with his high powered, yellow beam. It was an outcome that the Champ definitely did not expect and it completely caught him off guard. His clinging boots slowly slid backwards on top of the blue training mat as more and more charged energy was pressed against him.

"Oh man, this isn't good," thought the ki groping martial artist as his eyes gave witness to the super powered and vibrantly colored energy clash that was taking place.

At first, the two waves were evenly interlocked at a medium distance between the to fighters, but before long the purple masenko beam began to overtake Herc's and slowly and ultimately consume the outmatched human being.

A violent explosion immediately erupted and completely obliterated the entire facility and surround block. Being caught up directly in the center of that violent crash, the last thing that Mister Satan felt was an overwhelming sensation of pain and searing heat before he blacked out and vanished in the midst of a thick cloud of smoke and dust and rubble and flames.

WC: 200

Actions:

Take charge Masenko

OOC: sorry I had to end it so cheesey like, but I've just been so busy and didn't see the need to drag this out for another week. Besides Tommeh could have 24:d me like 10s over. So, thanks for the fight and congrats.
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Chishan
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Hercule is conceding through K.O.

Tommeh is the victor and this battle is over.
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Tommeh
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Tommeh will do nothing to the KO'd Hercule.

It was fun while it lasted, too bad you got OOC things going on, hopefully you can get back soon!
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