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| Fg Vs Osiris; Sneak Attack, Ref: Cas/ | |
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| Topic Started: May 28 2013, 03:05 AM (9,155 Views) | |
| Pierce | May 28 2013, 03:05 AM Post #1 |
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The decision to come to Earth was a fairly sound one. Gohan wasn’t sure who had stolen his ship, but with it had gone all of his wealth and possessions except for the few he had on him now. He had nowhere to go and nothing to do except get some more money and a new ride, both of which were available on his home planet. And so there he was, sitting atop a rock in the middle of nowhere, trying to work out what to do now. He was only able to sit there and think for a few minutes, however, before a somewhat familiar ki signature came to his attention. Turning around, the Half Saiyan found that the one he was sensing was just a few hundred metres away. He recognised them, too. “Osiris.” Gohan leapt off his rock and disappeared in mid-air, using Speed Teleport to move behind the man who had, only a few months ago, participated in the battle that had resulted in the humiliation of the Justice League. As Gohan reappeared he struck out with his leg, aiming to hit his foe in the head and knock him to the ground. Immediately after his kick the Psychic Master gave himself the slightest push backwards, creating some distance between him and the man that had caused him so much pain. He was going to beat Osiris, not to punish the man but just to prove to himself that he wasn’t weak. As soon as he hit the ground the boy had raised his right arm and charged an orb of white ki. He fired the blast at his opponent, hoping that it would make contact and explode to knock them down again. Without resting Gohan threw his other arm up and unleashed a volley of blasts. These ones were weaker, but in large numbers would still do damage. Then he fired another large blast out of his first arm. Then another volley. Then one more large blast. Finally Gohan stopped to let his immediate ki reserves replenish, refilling from the much larger pool where all of his power rested. He took these few seconds of free time, knowing they were probably the only ones he would get within the next hour, to slip into the Tiger Claw Stance, ready to defend himself. As he did so the boy focused on his enemy, using the new abilities he had gained on Kanassa to survey their body, taking into account any ‘weak spots’ like a bruise from another fight or, obviously, the head. Time for revenge. Word Count: WC: 429 TWC: 429 Actions: Sneak 1. 1 SA Sneak 2. Runic Blast 1. Energy Repeater 2. Runic Blast 3. Energy Rpeater 4. Runic Blaster Mark II Scouter 1. Scan Osiris Mark II Scouter 2. Lost cos first post and stuff Free. btw Unsuppressing to 75% Ki: Ki Used: 0% Total Ki Used: 0% Stamina Drain: 0 Damage Taken: 0 Total Damage Taken: 0 Current Stats: Power Level: 123,974/165,298 Ki: 82,649 Strength: 20,076 Speed: 20,880 Toughness: 22,380 (26,574 w/ armor) Stamina: 20,280 Vitality: 19,361 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 15% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer Orbital Lazerz Stasis Grenade Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 7 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 2 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 1 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 1 |
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| Osiris | May 28 2013, 10:49 PM Post #2 |
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Pallor Lord
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“So, uh . . . why exactly do you, uh, wanna go to a place like West City? Ya’ know, its uh, basically a ghost town since all that shit went down. Seems like somethin’ bad happens there every other month.” Osiris looked up from his notes and redirected his gaze at a chubby, mustached face, “I have some friends there that I would like to make sure are okay.” The sound of the windshield wipers swiping back and forth across wet glass filled the silence between the two strangers. It was peaceful to listen to the vehicle’s engine hum in tune with the tires gliding across the pavement. It was a new experience for the Pallor Lord to ride in a car, but he would have enjoyed it much better if the taxi driver would stop trying to make small talk. Still, he wanted to keep a low profile, and that meant acting like a native. “So, you, uh, don’t have your own car? This is a pretty expensive trip . . . most other taxi companies don’t even do intercity work. Usually people just take like a plane, or bus, or somethin’,” the driver kept looking in the review mirror at his passenger. Sighing inwardly Osiris lifted his head once more. At first, he just watched the bushy brown eyebrows flew up and down in some strange nervous tick. While his mind worked up another lie though, violet eyes shifted to look at the distant horizon. The mountains there looked no bigger than his thumb, each capped by a thimble of snow. “Well, the airports in West City are all shut down and with no one wanting to go out there, those bus routes were closed as well. Don’t worry, you will get your Zeni when we get there. Speaking of which, when will we be arriving? “Umm, probably about hour and a half since there isn’t much traffic. Maybe even a little less once we get out of this storm. You, ah, in a rush or something?” The thick brown mustache wiggled with every world that stumbled from the man’s over plump lips. The Pallor Lord looked back down at his notes and figured in the new time variable with all the other information. A little extra time spent in transit didn’t change too much though. Content to finally relax a little bit, he slipped the digital reader into pocket and closed his eyes for a bit of meditation. “Hey, ah, I got this neck pillow kinda thing here if you wan’ it,” the driver reached across the seat next to him and retrieved a horse shoe looking cushion. “No thanks, I will be – ” as the youth opened his eyes to look at the offered gift, he immediately wished he had just reached forward for it and accepted. A blur of motion ripped through the back of the taxi cab and slammed into the side of Osiris’ head. Shards of glass flew through the air along with fiber glass as tortured metal shrieked. The Pallor Lord was thrown violently across the backseat into and then through the passenger door on the other side – it hardly offered resistance. After plowing through the door the demonkin made a quick transition between wet air, and paved earth. He hydroplaned across the rain slickened asphalt, until his cloak’s fabric gripped gravel and flipped him over onto his belly. Osiris scrambled to get his feet under him just in time to see the Taxi barrel rolling along the same trajectory. Thrusting his open palm out the Pallor Lord abruptly stopped the flipping vehicle’s tumbling charge. The smell of smoke, oil, and fuel filled the air along with profanity, “Shit, shit, shit!” Shock has a funny way of putting people into a repeating cycle. Osiris didn’t have time to check on the taxi driver, or even think to as he shoved the mangled vehicle out of his line of sight. A familiar sphere of burning white light was already almost to its target. Without thinking the youth threw forward the cloth wrapped object he had been stubbornly clutching. As soon as the sphere made contact, the cloth was burned away to reveal a gleaming white blade. Zar’rock bit into the energy blast with a will of its own which utterly shredded the blast into harmless nothingness. There was no reprieve though, and before the youth could mount a proper defense a small swarm of lesser ki blasts bombarded his body and the roadway around him. Small explosions shook the ground, but the drizzling rain kept the air mostly clear. The ensuing chaos set the taxi drive screaming in panic as he hung upside down, “Help! Help! For the love of god someone get me out of here!” Never turn your back on an enemy; the Pallor Lord’s instincts screamed at him, drowning out any pleas for help. Another burning bright sphere came hurtling in and clipped its target across his left shoulder. The shearing blow burned a hole through the crimson cloak, but found little purchase upon the armor pauldron beneath save to bruise the flesh below it. In that brief second before the next mindless barrage started, Osiris got a clear look at the attacker. “You,” the word came out as a deep growl laden with an even deeper loathing. Another round of small explosions landed around, and upon the Pallor Lord. The stinging sensations were hardly worth noting in comparison to the flood of memories that instantly came to the forefront of the youth’s mind. Gritting his teeth, the Son of Cauldron pushed forward as the multitude of loosed ki balls gave way once more to a singular orb of burning white energy. The zwiehander lashed out again to meet the incoming attack, and like before it was torn apart - papier-mâché before a sledge hammer. The blast simply evaporated into luminescent mist. The gap between the two was closed almost instantly as Osiris continued with his forward momentum, blade poised to strike. At the last second he veered off to the left as though he had lost the nerve to attack. Trailing behind the rest of his body, the right hand swiped forward in the air as though trying to latch onto Gohan. Ghostly tendrils flowed off the out stretched hands, and for a brief second the air between the two warriors seemed distorted by shadows. Sliding to a stop on the other side of the roadway, the Pallor Lord stood stared at his enemy through the hazy weather, “Useful trinket . . . I have one too.” Osiris slammed Zar’rock into the ground, splitting the asphalt, so that it would stand on its own. Just as quickly he retrieved a small blue and silver sphere from his cloak’s interior pocket. He raised both hands to show that there was a nearly identical device in either one, the Wraith Fingers had such an elegant function. Without hesitation the Son of Cauldron pressed both activation keys, and hurled them towards the saiyan’s feet. Tiny red sparks flew around the orbs and infected the air with their dancing color. Dark amethyst eyes watched with spiteful satisfaction as the world around, and including Gohan became lethargic. Even the rain in the immediate area of the grenades’ effect seemed to fall more slowly. It was testimony to the compounding effect stasis bombs had when used in harmony. All the while the taxi driver flailed against his jammed seatbelt while he watched his car being consumed by fire. The spray of Ki bolts having ignited the ruptured fuel tank, the man was in danger of being burned alive. The upturned belly of the car was set ablaze like a bonfire in defiance of the weather, and it threatened to transform the upholstery within into a burning sarcophagus. “Please! I don’t want to die! I have kids! Please don’t let me die!” he was pleading blindly through the veil of smoke gradually smothering him. Silence!” A shockwave erupted from the Pallor Lord which immediately slammed into the burning taxi. The vehicle was sent flipping twice more off the road and into the grassy field beyond. Burning oil went flying in every direction, but the wet foliage was slow to spark. The youth closed his eyes as he felt himself slipping into that unspeakable emotion beyond rage or hate or sorrow. It was so utterly complete that the material world warped to meet the absolute need the state demanded. Ethereal static began to cling around Osiris’ body as his flesh and armor began to flow together to form something new. Bone mixed with metal creating a jagged gauntlet, breast plate, and leg guards. Skin hardened into small ivory scales as horns grew into a mantle of thorns. The Son of Cauldron’s eyes snapped back open letting lose a furnace of violet flames as a burning crown formed over his horns. “We won’t suffer your existence any longer,” the words exuded regal violence. With a flick of a finger a dark green seed buried itself in the soil beneath the road. There was a few seconds of tense quiet . . . A high pitched scream pierced it clean through as a little green monstrosity burst from under the asphalt. In fact, it was an eerily similar little green monstrosity. Osiris spoke quietly as he re-grasped his swords hilt and slowly sunk into a balanced stance with his right hand resting on the blade in a unique safeguard , “Have you ever wondered how a saibaman can revert to a seedling and then grow once more with all its memories and strength intact? They have a very unique DNA coding, very flexible. It allows them store information on an instinctive, non-neurological level. Now imagine if someone altered a saibaman so that it creates a secondary seedling within itself any time it felt endangered. Do you understand what that would mean?” Robert Greene’s beady little eyes locked onto the saiyan’s familiar face. Its green frame began to shake with anger that could not remain pent up, “Grahhlaagrr!” The saibaman unleashed a gout of blue flames infused with its irate shouting. The fire and guttural noises quickly traveled the several feet to assault Gohan’s ears and skin. The sharp needle like teeth snapped shut as the seam along the creature’s head began to glow. Within its skull it was feeding Ki into its venom sacks in order to force them to produce more and more acid. Pressure built up within its cranium until it was too much to hold in anymore. The seam split apart and special muscles along the inside of its skull began to spasm forcefully shooting the corrosive ooze at high velocity. The large stream was aimed to splash against the saiyan’s chest and face, but the saibaman wasn’t satisfied with letting it be at that. More and more acid sprayed loose as the green monster swung its head back and forth to ensure the attack was more difficult to dodge. Osiris noted that he had never seen Robert produce such a large Acid Blast in one go. It only served to confirm that his experimentation was not only successful, but that the saibaman was intelligent enough to hold a grudge. “You should have left us alone. You will not be surviving this reuinion much longer,” the Pallor Lord laid his promise out in a cold, flat tone.
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| Pierce | May 29 2013, 04:01 AM Post #3 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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“Have you ever wondered how a Saibaman can revert to a seedling and then grow once more with all its memories and strength intact? They have a very unique DNA coding, very flexible. It allows them store information on an instinctive, non-neurological level. Now imagine if someone altered a saibaman so that it creates a secondary seedling within itself anytime it felt endangered. Do you understand what that would mean?” “Nope,” Gohan replied, looking at the small green creature next to Osiris. “Oh, hey, it’s that green thing.” The monster replied by screeching before opening its mouth a second time, unleashing a wave of flame on the Half Saiyan. Gohan immediately tucked and rolled forwards and to the side. This brought him out of the fire’s way but also right in front of his foe’s backup. Standing up, he shot his leg forward, aiming to kick the beast in the head. It seemed that the thing didn’t remember how the Half Saiyan had tried to keep it out of the battle in their last encounter, even feeding it rejuvenation food to help it survive. And then it kept fuckin’ fighting. And now here it is. Still fuckin’ fighting. The monster’s head split open by a crack running along it, revealing its freakish interior. A blast of acid splashed upwards into the air towards the Psychic Master, who was not fast enough to dodge the attack. Gohan winced as the green liquid slowly dug through his armor. The Half Saiyan reached into his pocket, quickly taking an Energizor Pill and placing it in his mouth. He knew the reason for his inability to dodge that acid had been because of the effects of two simultaneous Stasis Grenades slowing him down, so hopefully this would undo the effect somewhat. “You should have left us alone. You will not be surviving this reunion much longer.” “Yeah, right, right…do you ever fight on your own? I mean, you always seem to have fifty friends helping you to fight a pint-sized weasel like me. And don’t get me started on this stupid thing,” The boy replied, gesturing to the Saibaman as he finished his sentence. Word Count: WC: 360 TWC: 789 Actions: 1. Counter Saiba Action 1 with SA (cbf to RP 2) 2. Energizer Ki: Ki Used: 0% Total Ki Used: 0% Stamina Drain: 0 Damage Taken: 440 Total Damage Taken: 440 Current Stats: Power Level: 123,094/165,298 Ki: 82,649 Strength: 20,076 Speed: 20,880 Toughness: 22,380 (26,574 w/ armor) Stamina: 20,280 Vitality: 18,921/19,361 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 14% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer (used) Orbital Lazerz Stasis Grenade Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 7 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 1 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 2 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 1 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 1 |
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| Osiris | May 30 2013, 05:44 AM Post #4 |
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“One who has attacked a man from behind, twice, should not seek the moral high ground. Even ignorant opponents like you deserve the courtesy of not being underestimated. You should take Robert’s participation as a sign of respect . . . ” Osiris stretch his hand, gauntleted in bone and metal, towards the obnoxious saiyan, “ . . . not that you would understand such matters.” Flames of dark purple and black hearts burst from the jagged spikes along the outstretch forearm as clawed fingers curled shut with great effort. The Pallor Lord could feel the laws of nature give way under his physical and mental grip. In a jarring second, ki had infected his enemy’s almost non-existent gravity well and intensified it exponentially. The result would be incredibly violent if the Demotion Bomb went off without interference. Rain, air, and small rocks would pelt Gohan smashing against skin as organs lost integrity and bones cracked to pieces. Robert felt the sudden shift of the wind and watched pieces of asphalt rip off the ground only to hurtle themselves at the friend-of-killer. His little mind did not fully understand gravity, and certainly not the manipulation of it. Still, eyes born for battle could see an advantage when one was presented with it. With a rush of ki pushing it along, the little green monstrosity latched onto the nearly ruined taxi cab. “Oh GOD! Please don’t kill me!” the taxi driver had managed to wiggle his way out of the seat belt and was laying half out the window as he pleaded. The saibaman’s eyes rested on the fatty mound of flesh bleeding before him. Under different circumstances it would have been cause for celebration and feasting . . . but today was for neither of those things, not yet. With strength greatly disproportionate to its size, Greene lifted the taxi into the air over its head. The driver spilled out onto the smoldering and still partly burning grass helplessly. A spray of dirt slapped him across the face as the monster shot back towards the road at break neck speeds. Rising into the air, just outside the event horizon for Gohan’s potentially altered gravity, its small green arms whipped the still flaming car downwards. The saiyan was about to have a head on collision coming straight down on him. Without ever stopping its momentum, the saibaman dipped back down towards Earth on the opposite side of the roadway. Slamming its little clawed feet into the ground it came to a sliding halt with its chest pressed up against a boulder half buried in the grassy soil. With a grunt Greene arched his back and ripped up the grayish-brown object feeling the several tons of weight resting solely against its body. With another burst of pale white energy, it took back to the sky to circle around on Gohan. Again a hefty object was thrown down into the magnified gravity field in hopes that it would squash the spiky headed friend-of-killer. “Grraagrh!” Robert Greene let loose another wrathful screech as blue flames trailed behind the boulder it had just tossed straight downward. The blaze quickly spread through the air growing several meters wide before scorching the broken roadway beneath. The hissing sound of steam came from every direction as the water evaporated before it could even pass through the plasma attack. Osiris squinted his eyes as the intense light and heat replaced the crushing force of his attack. Dark plumes of smoke billowed out of the destroyed asphalt as the oil and rubber deposited by decades of traffic ignited. The Pallor Lord shifted his gaze skyward for a brief moment to see his ally working itself further and further into a battle frenzy. He could feel it on a primordial level feeding into that nameless emotion which drove him. The screeching creature, roaring blaze, and hissing steam felt like an orchestra highlighting every moment of violence with refined musical skills no ordinary man would understand. Heat and drizzling rain washed over his face in unison reminding the youth the way spraying blood felt when it splattered across the flesh. Burning debris, the harsh tones of acid, and the fresh scent of heavenly water mixed together in such a unique way - - - it was all so damned invigorating! Osiris blasted forward into a charge that parted the smoke before him. Zar’rock was held ready to strike, but at the last moment he twisted his torso to deliver a punch to Gohan’s solar plexus. The still present violet and black flames suddenly lunged forward several feet forming a blade. The purple ki quick crystallized along the outside of the blade forming an amethyst like edge while the black heart remained fiery. It looked beautiful, as though a craftsman of uncanny skill had managed to lock flame within gem. The youth thought it would look even better plunged through the saiyan's sternum. Just as fast as his hand extended, it retracted back for another blow. This time the stab came lower aiming just above the hip. The Pallor Lord wanted to pierce through the man’s guts and mince his intestines by twisting the blade 180 degrees. The arm retracted again. With an undignified growl the Son of Cauldron slashed the crystallized blade in a horizontal sweep across the front of the saiyan’s thighs looking to tear into the arteries there. On the backstroke he arced the weapon higher looking to slash through Gohan’s right bicep, across the his chest, and then into the left bicep. He wanted to see the saiyan cut into pieces like he had once been, but knew the attack was only strong enough to cut a few inches into the flesh and armor . . . that was still plenty enough to kill though. The frenzy of blows seemed to end for but a moment as the Pallor Lord fell back, just out of reach. With a quick motion, his feet slid across the fractured asphalt into a comfortable position and his arms were presented before him. Once more Osiris was on guard, his swords overlapped with the gem-fire blade resting upon the white steel of Zar'rock. The contrast between the weapons made them seem even more vivid, as though they had an intent all their own- but equally merciless to their wielder's. WC: 910 TWC: 2,812
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| Raiosu Kirishi | May 30 2013, 11:31 PM Post #5 |
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I'm a rebel just for kicks, y'all
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((Joining on Gohan's side. because no loyal/human/alliance bonus available. Combat, battle recorder, technique scanner, M.A.D. [Zenkai.] Base 54,954 / 73,272, )) Raiosu had finally made it. Raiosu Kirishi had frozen his butt off training under Ury on Avalon, and he had learned a variety of techniques for his newest weapon. Though he sensed enormous energies, he felt like he should have helped his friend out and set things straight. However, Aimee was almost as powerful as he himself was, and she had been even more resolute in her ways. He had missed the thrill, the rush of battle... for far too long. If punching, and shooting Ki blasts were a drink, he would go and chug it until it was empty and order three more glasses. Refreshing like a root-beer, exciting and fresh like lime-ade, and nurturing like milk, he was ready to enjoy his fill. Though being on Earth, memories rung through of his past and his triumphs, defeats, and victories. None of that would have mattered if he didn't drink it in. He felt the presence throughout this part of the city, and his favorite bar and drink was practically empty. The terror of explosions caused by Ki blasts, and other violent, evil things had scared off the patrons. He was parched, literally, and he had just descended from Kami's castle in the sky. He surveyed the scene, letting go of his normalcy and flying into the air, looking down upon the two facing off, and the green monster that gave off an abnormally high power-level. It looked weird from where he was floating in the air, and he eyed the other high power level. A boy with a sword. He remembered Deneva's pretty face and shining blade, the first he had ever really looked at. This swordsman looked to be somewhat out of place here, between all the slaughter. Then, he looked back at the other one. Something about his high power level filled him with jealousy. He had been told he could one day become a Super Saiya-Jin, and this person seemed to be at a giant milestone of strength. He looked down at him, and scanned him over, pulling his scouter out and zooming in on him. Damn, was this thing useful or what? He wondered what he couldn't do with it, besides lose. He wanted to keep watching, but he had gathered enough; This man had came out of nowhere and attacked the boy. This swordsman apparently knew this man, and was tired of him. He felt like he was watching an action movie play out, except he felt he could do something now. He grabbed his weighty gloves and slipped them off. They smacked into the ground below, and yet the noise was drowned out by the destruction below him. He felt like he might resolve this if he dipped his hand in, and he would. He raised his hands and summoned his full-power, and got into his Ken-po Stance. He then sped down like a bullet as the other finished his kick, and threw a curved uppercut hard into his stomach, aiming for his diaphragm. He stood a few feet in front of him, back turned to the swordsman behind him. As he pulled his fist back he hoped that he had knocked the air out of his opponent. He then moved forward again, a fierce change in his eyes as he made eye contact with the man. "This is how you want to solve your problems? ...I don't know if this was intelligent on your part, you should've left your grudges to the wind. If nothing else, it would be great if there wasn't a dead man on the ground. You need to chill. The guy behind me seemed pretty cool 'til a bomb was hurled at him..." His look turned to a jagged glare of grim pique, which threatened to engulf his soul, as it began to become a fiery inferno. Actions: 1)drop weighted gloves 2)Dyne Power up 1/6 buku -.1% MII) Scouter negate FG's Second wave( buku -.1% MII)Ready Stance + ST + SA @ FG buku -.1% -.3%
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http://www.alexsdbzrpg.info/page/Raiosu+Kirishi CVault:http://forum.alexsdbzrpg.com/index.php?showtopic=42639 Character Sheet: http://forum.alexsdbzrpg.com/topic/9055244/1/?x=0#post10012063 "The only one responsible for the blackness smothering your soul is you." | |
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| Pierce | May 31 2013, 02:46 AM Post #6 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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Gohan watched as Osiris outstretched his arm, ignoring whatever the man had to say. Dark flames burst out of it as the fingers closed themselves, and suddenly Gohan felt a great disturbance around him. For a split second he saw rocks and rain in his area take flight, headed straight towards him through some sort of…manipulated gravity field. Before he let them hit him, however, the boy quickly outstretched his arms and unleashed, from the very centre of his body, a wave of pure telekinetic power. Force shot out in all directions as the Psychic Master screamed with the intense effort. The energy was very focused meaning that it would not go far, but it would be very strong. Of course, this was fine with Gohan. He had managed to undo whatever effect Osiris had put on him. Before he could catch his breath the Half Saiyan was assaulted again, this time by Osiris’ little friend. The thing moved around throwing random objects at him and then unleashed another blast of flame, turning Gohan’s already melted chest plate into a crushed, scratched and burned mess. Damn, that would cost a lot to replace. Then Osiris came forward, starting with a punch to Gohan’s solar plexus. The Half Saiyan vanished from sight, moving a foot backwards to get out of the strike’s way. A second blade was formed in the foe’s hand out of nowhere, and then he was striking forward again. A stab towards the hip, then a slash across the thighs, with a final blow going across the biceps and chest. Gohan dodged them all in the same way he had avoided the punch, with varying success. At least one of them clipped him somewhere, but the damage was incredibly minimal. When Osiris was done he moved back to his stance, while Gohan stayed where he was after bending both elbows to ninety degrees as if he was about to power up. “I’m sure you remember this…” He muttered before a flash of golden light exploded outwards from him. In that time he changed; His hair and aura both took a golden colour, becoming more jagged and standing on end. His eyes changed to a fine green and his muscle tone increased dramatically. He felt, as he always did, the warm ki of a Super Saiyan running through him. Tingly. He did not speak anymore, as in his mature state he found such a trivial thing as banter to be irrelevant. “Fire,” he said into his earpiece, his voice carried to his ship above from which, after the press of a button from a crew member who had already locked on for when the command was received, immediately charged and fired two huge red beams of energy. The shots went down to Earth at incredible speeds, one each aimed at Osiris and his minion. Who needs to actually fight when you have Orbital Lasers? Word Count: WC: 485 TWC: 1,274 Actions: 1. Kiai @ Demiton Bomb 2. ST Dodge Osiris Action 4 (RPed as 2 for fluff) 3. ST Dodge Osiris Action 5 (RPed as 2 for fluff) Tactician. Become teh Super Saiyan 0.7% Energizer. Fire Orbital Lazerz at all noongas 0.7% Ki: Ki Used: 1.4% Total Ki Used: 1.4% Stamina Drain: 589 Damage Taken: 73 Total Damage Taken: 513 Current Stats: Power Level: 208,287/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 35,600 Speed: 35,808 Toughness: 37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 34,259/34,848 Vitality: 32,865/33,378 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 14% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer (used) Orbital Lazerz (used) Stasis Grenade (taken by teh enemy gai) Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 7 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 0 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 2 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 1 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 1 |
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| Morgan Syn | Jun 1 2013, 01:00 AM Post #7 |
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Burn critical effect is unsuccessful. Osiris has asked for a ruling on the success of the dodge in action five. I am ruling it a partial fail. The critical chance is therefore 25% because there was some sort of defence. The slice critical is successful. I can post a screengrab if you want but at the moment I'm too lazy to upload it. RP award will come after Osiris posts next. |
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| Osiris | Jun 1 2013, 01:48 AM Post #8 |
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Pallor Lord
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Note: not sure if the 24 hour is from FG or Cas, but this is what I got so far :/ Osiris glanced down at the tip of his blade and noticed the rich shade of burgundy blood slowly dripping of the weapon. It seemed things were going according to plan, but there was little time to rejoice – nor was the Pallor Lord in the mood. A blast of warm energy shifted outwards from the saiyan as he began to accumulate power rapidly. It was all such a familiar experience, and yet the nuances made it feel so fresh and exciting. Death had so many forms, each one with their terrors to confront in those last few moments: the Son of Cauldron revealed in it, and was born of it. “I do recall you looking like that just before you fell to pieces. It’s fitting . . . ” his voice was still void of emotion, set to cold stone as his mind was busy processing variables.
It smelled like ozone. Such a clear and crisp piece of information entered the youth’s mind through his olfactory sense. It was the one sense that Osiris truly focused on as the a powerful beam of energy bared down on him and tried to overcome his body. It was only the momentary delay from Gohan’s command and the actual assault that had allowed the youth to raise both his swords in defense. Beams of stray laser fire spread out in every direction as they reflect and scattered against the objects unwilling to more. The red beam chased away all the shadows at the Pallor Lord’s feet, and in that moment he felt a little lonely despite the company around him. Those shadows were his true friends and constant companion. The sudden and strange loss suddenly fueled that unspeakable emotion within him. With a violent shrug Osiris threw both weapons upwards and scissored them together. In a blinding flash the beam over his head ripped apart and spread out through the upper atmosphere as an entirely crimson swaying aura. "Doesn't seem you ever fight your battles alone either," the words came out in a remarkably flat tone considering the circumstances. The Ki sword had been the right choice for this battle. In the back of the youth’s mind he knew that defending such an attack would not have been so easy without the gem-fire blade to add that extra bit of fuck off. In an instant, the shadows were back around Osiris’ feet and relieved the sense of loneliness. The youth erupted forwards with his allies dancing around as he set the next phase into action. In the few feet that separated the two warriors, Osiris dropped low into lung and swung at the saiyan’s shins as he attempted to pass him by. Almost immediately the Pallor Lord pushed up out of the lunge and spun himself so that his next strike was a bladed upper-cut aimed straight for the lower spine. Again he twisted his wrist 180 degrees just to ensure maximum damage should the ki sword manage to enter his opponent’s body. This time, the arm did not retract though. Instead, the swordsman as a whole simply vanished. Less than a second later Osiris reapered coming downwards, as though out of a jump, and swung his amethyst blade for Gohan’s left collar bone. Coming from so many different angles, the Son of Cauldron hoped that his opponent was disoriented enough to slip on his guard once more. The blade suddenly shifted as the youth landed back on the now obliterated asphalt. The energy lurched off of his forearm heading straight for the saiyan’s chestplate which had already been brutalized by several other attacks. Rather than staying as a sword though it began to spin like a saw blade while flying through the air. It was a much different type of blade now, but it was just as lethal . . . if not more so. Osiris fell back quickly and raised Zar’rock’s blade straight into the air. Sparks of violet and crimson energy crackled over his form and rose to the pinnacle of the zweihander’s death reach. They jumped off with aggression all their own several meters in the air where they slammed into one another and formed tangled together into ball of black Ki. The Pallor Lord whipped his arm forward as the giant black ball finisher forming and descended like the wrathful eye of a god. Hopefully the flying buzz saw would keep the saiyan distracted, or even clip him. Truly though, it was just a means to slow the cretonne down, unless he was really dumb enough to let it hit his vitals. Osiris' true intent was to catch the damn monkey underneath the pitch black orb before he could collect himself together enough to mount another proper defense - - - The Pallor Lord would be satisfied if there was nothing left but Gohan's right foot, which had now kicked him in the back of the head twice. A trophy . . . . just to make sure it could never happen again. Saibaman For a second, just a second . . . the green little creature known as Robert lost his focus on his battle. That endless hunger churned his stomach and the groans of the fat taxi driver sounded like a dinner bell. His dark beady little eyes averted away from the enemy. It was a mistake that brought swift punishment. "Ugh . . . huhuh . . .oh god . . . they are freaks, they destroyed my taxi. Y--you . . gotta send someone to stop them! Th-they will . . .kill me fo---OH GOD!" The man's sudden startle jolted the saibaman back to the reality of his situation . . . just in time to feel the pain. Red-hot-light drove into the creatures back and slamed him into a small crater. Greene clenched its jaw and let out a pained hiss as the foreign energy its war-duty. Though it was only a few second in reality, it felt like hours to the saibaman. When the beam finally dissipated it just laid there for a moment trying to get the wind back into its small, powerful lungs. With a will it did not truly understand, Robert finally pulled itself up out of the dirt. It was such a strange thing being made for war, but never understanding what it was. Heart beating rapidly, Greene looked up just in time to see the flying ki weapon fling from its Master's arm. Then it felt it. Not with some strangely trained ability, but in its skin and bones. The warm energy radiating out of the friend-of-killer's golden aura, and the dark, dense energy of the Pallor Lord. A sense of certitude came over the little monstrosity then. The one he fought with was the right one. Beasts to not bed will to fellow beasts. They fall to servitude before the controlled and thoughtful who had a grasp on the future. On an instinctive level, Geerne knew friend-of-killer was another beast like him. With a great breath in, Robert's chest bulged with increased volume. The carapaces across its back ached as it stretched slightly. Browned like a leaf wilted under a hot desert sun, that's what it looked like now. Just another wound to be paid back in kinda, and more. Another great jet of blue flame erupted from between green lips. The intense heat scorched its way across what was left of the roadway towards the spiky headed saiyan. It spread out rapidly to cover a large area across the land, and finally set the plains around them to full torch. Peculiar though, that's how one would describe those flames. Instead of rising quickly they stayed closer to the ground as they spread and then leapt towards the heavens. It was a clever little ploy the two allies had practiced before. The attack was meant to befuddle the opponent, and cause him to panic as danger came from below and above. The little monstrosity kept up the effort in an attempt to maximize the devouring plasma's reach and intensity. Finally though, there was simply no more to expel from his body. With a gasping breath it well backwards on its rump to once more catch its breath. During that time though, there was hellfire below and a wrathful eye above. It could be a death for the poets to gild one day perhaps.
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| Pierce | Jun 1 2013, 08:52 PM Post #9 |
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Osiris came at him again, this time with another flurry of blows with that mystical sword. Gohan merely had to create a Barrier around himself with his ki, keeping him relatively safe. The two Stasis Grenades were still affecting him, but the pill he had taken before in addition to the speed increase from being a Super Saiyan were keeping him at a fairly normal speed, still. When the stasis wore off he would be going even faster. Hell, even now he was still faster than Osiris. As the strikes clashed against him with reduced damage the Super Saiyan took no notice. A slash to the shins here. A spin attack there. When he was done Osiris moved away, but then he launched the sword itself as a separate attack towards Gohan. It spun in the air like some sort of saw, threatening to cut him in half…As if. The Psychic Master raised his hand and unleashed one of the many incredible telekinetic abilities he had gained in his intense month of study on Kanassa. The sword exploded into pieces, pieces of the shining edge falling to the ground while the energy within remained hovering in the air, threatening to dissipate. But instead Gohan took hold of this free ki, and pulled it towards himself. The energy floated directly into his body through his palm, before immediately coming right back out to appear there as a glowing purple orb of refined ki. Gohan’s foe seemed to have a similar idea, and was launched his own blast of jet black ki. The two of them fired their attacks simultaneously, and the Super Saiyan watched with anticipation to see exactly what would come of this unique clash. The ball of Osiris’ ki and…the ball of ki that was stolen from Osiris…slammed into each other right between the two warriors. There was a moment where nothing happened, preceding the beginning of a strange reaction. White sparks were visible, randomly flying out of the spot where the two shots were clashing. A humming could be heard as well, getting louder and louder as the sparks grew greater and more frequent. Just as the sound began to reach painfully high levels, and the sparks began to become blindingly bright, both of them stopped in an incredible explosion that shook the ground. When it was all over there was nothing but purple and black smoke in the spot where the blasts had been, floating up into the air. Gohan was aware, out of the corner of his eye, that the little green thing was about to attack again. Unsure of what exactly to do the Half Saiyan raised his hand, using his ki to create another barrier between him and the little beast. His foe’s friend unleashed a burst of fire, most of which was blocked immediately. A little bit of it got through, however, burning him ever so slightly. As the blast reached its end Gohan decided it was his turn to strike again. He raised both arms, putting his hands beside his head with his fingers spread out. He eyed a small lake nearby before he struck and, with his tactically advanced Super Saiyan mind, an idea came to him. “Solar Flare!” He yelled, allowing a blinding light to shoot from the sky above, not towards Osiris or his green friend but right at the lake, at an angle. He didn’t know much about physics, but he was pretty sure this would cause the light to refract, threatening the eyes of both his foes. Awesome. The lake was right next to Gohan as well, so even if Osiris wanted to turn around to avoid the light (and he didn’t even know if that would work) he would be just as screwed: He wouldn’t be able to see his enemy. Word Count: WC: 635 TWC: 1,909 Actions: Free. Slice Crit Received 1. Barrier @ Triple Strike 5.7% 2. Opal Electricity @ Osiris Action 5 1.7% (9.7% for Stamina loss) 3. Cancel Osiris Action T-E w/ Big Bang Attack 10.7% Tactician. Barrier Saibaman's Fire Breaths 5.7% Free. Slice Crit Expired Energizer. Solah Flare 8.7% Ki: Ki Used: 32.5% (40.5% for Stamina loss) Total Ki Used: 33.9% Stamina Drain: 17,039 Damage Taken: 500 Total Damage Taken: 1,013 Currently Affected By: None Current Stats: Power Level: 172,887/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 35,600 Speed: 35,808 Toughness: 37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 19,913/34,848 Vitality: 17809/33,378 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 14% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer (used) Orbital Lazerz (used) Stasis Grenade (taken by teh enemy gai) Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 4 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 0 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 2 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 1 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 1 |
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| Morgan Syn | Jun 1 2013, 11:57 PM Post #10 |
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RP Bonus goes to Osiris by a narrow margin. FG has improved a lot since his first two posts, but they made all the difference to the award. 1 out of 3 burn critical hits was successful. 1 out of 3 slice critical hits was successful. Situation is resolved as per Junior's recommendation. Damage Report: Osiris has taken 1 Special Attack, 2 Energy Repeater Blasts and 1 Runic Blast from Gohan. He remains at 91% vitality. Robert Greene has taken 1 Special Attack and 1 ship attack from Gohan. He is at 86% vitality. Gohan has taken 2 Acid Blasts, 2 Special Attacks and 4 Fire Breaths from Robert Greene and several damage mitigated Ki swords from Osiris. He remains at 87% vitality, though he is also under the effect of a Burn Critical Efect and a Slice Critical Effect that weren't included in this report. All damage calculated takes into account both stats and RP. |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jun 2 2013, 01:21 PM Post #11 |
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The Janitor
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[Jumping for Osiris (eventually, IC-wise I'm unaware)] Human + Combat Rune bonus Noise exploded to life within Yume's eardrums, the previously sleeping youth shooting up from his futon in a disorientated tangle of sheets only to trip and fall flat on his face. Thankfully the pillow he had been using broke his fall, cushioning his features from what would be an otherwise unpleasant impact against the tiled surface of Kami's Lookout. Dazedly tapping his visor to shut off the alarm that had sounded, he froze upon sensing just what was going on beneath him. "How the hell did I sleep through THAT?" thought Yume to himself in abject horror as a series of digits manifested upon his visor, accompanied by arrows pointing in every direction all over the globe. It was if the superhero equivalent of World War 2 had started, with power levels flaring all over the globe. He could only imagine what effect this was going to have on the planet. The numbers continued to climb on his readout before there was a eerie hum, the scouter failing to completely measure the total energy level of the conflicts currently occurring around him, but the number was apparently well in excess of one million. That settled it. He was going to have to step in. A small part of the youth's mind was never more thankful that he usually slept in the clothes he would wear for the next day. It saved time for important situations like the world potentially suffering from an entire shifting in alignment with the solar system because some idiot misfired a Final Flash or any other beam with the potential to destroy suns. "I can't take them ALL on. I'll have to stop each fight one at a time..." Jumping to his feet, he felt for the closest source of conflict, finding it to be very close to the base of the tower. It was after a moment that he recognized the location as the formerly occupied West City. With an exhale, he allowed his suppressed energy to rise to the surface before leaping into the air... Only for the sheets to catch around his legs once more, dragging him into the tiled floor with a resounding smack. The youth lay prone, seemingly knocked out by the impact. A moment later, there was a violent shredding sound as a silver streak shot out from the scraps of linen, over the edge of the Lookout and down towards the nearby city below. As the visor-wearing warrior descended through the clouds he frowned as he noted that the situation appeared to be two on one. Which was strange, considering that one of the two was already stronger than the lone opponent they were facing. Deciding to focus his attention on the weaker of the two adversaries, he came to a halt in midair, the skyscrapers of West City having just come into view through the canopy of mist around him. Reaching around his midsection, he gingerly untied the harness around his midsection, allowing the weighted turtle shell on his back to come free. "T.E.T.S.U, can you calculate a projected motion path for me to strike the weaker of the two power levels with this thing?" The A.I within his visor spoke into his ear with a monotonic voice through the speakers. "Course projected and will adjust accordingly." Grinning at the readout that now had an indicator on where and when to release the shell in his hands, he resumed his descent. As he blurred past the tallest of the buildings within West City, the sky seemed to light up in a manner reminiscent of a Solar Flare... A beeping brought Yume out of his distraction at the sky having changed colour, as he threw the shell out as though he were passing a football. The only differences being said football was roughly a hundred kilos and now spinning in a weighted arc of death towards a greenish ant on the ground beneath him. Reaching over his shoulder, the human warrior then unsheathed what appeared to be a massive slab of metal with cloth wrappings sparsely covering the blade that stemmed from the hilt. With a silent cry, he blazed down after his thrown shell which streaked down towards what resembled a saibaman in his growing perception of his target. Having placed himself in a path which would intercept the saibaman if he managed to evade the shell from above, he swung down. His blade descended over his shoulder in a powerful swing that intended to bifurcate the bio-engineered being in two. Rather than lose momentum from having to reverse the direction of his first blow, he re-aligned himself, continuing his blade's path downwards. The concrete beneath the two gave way like butter to a hot knife as he spun the slab of metal around in an attempt to cleave the saibaman in half at the waist. Continuing his rotation, he shifted his blade so that his third strike would slap against the saibaman's chest with the flat of his blade. If he had failed to kill the saibaman, then he would debilitate it with a blunt force injury. He touched down upon the ground without a sound, spinning on the spot once more as he reached over his shoulder to sheathe his blade. It was only then that he finally took note of just who was fighting. "Okay, if this is about what happened on Toffit, I'm all for this happening. Otherwise, there are three other fights going on which I want resolved without risking the potential destruction of this planet. So tell me which one so I can get on my way without having to put one of you down for the foreseeable future." ----------------------------------------------- Actions: Free: Unsuppress to 75% 1. Special Attack + Power Fly (0.3%) (For the sake of rules, it's not going to count as me having actually removed an article of weighted clothing so yeah...) 2. Triple Strike + Power Fly @ Saibaman (0.3%) 3. Triple Strike + Power Fly @ Saibaman (0.3%) 4. Triple Strike + Power Fly @ Saibaman (0.3%) Tactician (0/2) sealed Ki Usage: 1.2% Total Ki Used: 1.2% Stamina Drain: 86 Toxic Rune on Gloves Prepared Items: 8/8 Energizer Stasis Grenade Kunai (2 slots) Runic Blade (4 slots) Weapon Techs: 5/7 Verberation Blade Aura Blade Healing Blade Ki Slash Triple Strike Stats [Battle] (Current): PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 95,302/127,068 Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 47,651/63,534 Strength: [16,878] ---------->16,803 Speed: [18,618] ---------->18,543 Toughness: [15,562] ---------->15,487 Stamina: [15,734] ---------->15,573 Vitality: [15,746] ---------->15,671 Determination: 440 Charisma: 347 Intelligence: 2,110 |
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| Osiris | Jun 3 2013, 12:35 PM Post #12 |
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A deep breath of cool air filled the Pallor Lord’s lungs, so much sweeter than that of his lost home world. Maybe if I had pushed just a bit harder, I could have severed the arm off cleanly. The thought rolled around in the youth’s mind acting as inspiration while he wiped the foreign blood from his face. Hacking into someone’s shoulder can be such a messy business. So many muscles, tendons, and bones to hit . . . Gohan had been lucky not to have his subclavian artery shredded, but Osiris still doubted how effective that left arm would be now. That armor is proving to be as much of a nuisances as its wearer. Wind still tugged at his cloak while the atmosphere attempted to regain a measure of calm. Osiris mimicked the natural phenomenon, but with much quicker success. Even as the great orbs of destruction struggled to reach their inevitable end, the youth had been regaining his composer. A natural battle fatigue was starting to ebb its way into his consciousness, but it was nothing alarming. It was the exact thing he trained for, and with each controlled breath the tension relaxed within him even as the violence continued. To control a battle, one must control himself. The axiom stayed fresh in the mind as he analyzed his opponent. A strange intent hung over the saiyan, the warrior’s eyes averted to the landscape about them searchingly. It was a fleeting thing though, and a decision had been made within that brief scan. Osiris narrowed his eyes while shifting his stance to something more adaptable, if a bit less structured. The saiyan suddenly shouted, his voice carrying over the wind as he made a gesture. Neither solar, nor flare sounded all that appeasing to the Pallor Lord thought. In fact, it sounded like something that would give him a nasty sun burn, and that just wouldn’t suit his title. The ground under the youth’s feet exploded as his body vanished from sight. He wasn’t going very far, but had to be there immediately. While he hurtled the ten or so feet towards what was left of the taxi, Osiris yanked his heavy cloak over his head. Coming out of the accelerated movement, he was crouched down with the crimson fabric draped over his horns and pulled tight over his face. If it wasn’t for the stress of combat, he would have felt a fool. The burning crown looked so out of place hovering over the oddly shaped tarp. Somewhere in the distance shafts of sunlight pierced down from the heavens only to strike against the shifting surface of a small lake. Waves, upset by the terrific explosion between Osiris’ and Gohan’s blasts, acted like a broken mirror. Many rays of the blinding light were sent skipping off the surface and towards the eyes of the saiyan’s foes . . . but many were also lost, scattered in too many ways to count (all those poor blind fish). With the very speed of the sun, the blinding attack took the stride from lake to battlefield in a single heartbeat. Osiris had his eyes shut, more so he could focus on listening for any potential secondary attacks. When the rays of amplified light washed over the area though, he was suddenly glad for the extra bit of eye covering. The youth could feel when the photons started to bombard the area haphazardly almost as soon as his feet had come back down to the ground. Even under his cover, the pitch black of closed eyes was lessened to an unnatural degree. Luck, that’s what he had felt made all the difference. If there hadn’t been that delay of distance, or if the light had been more focused . . . there just wouldn’t have been any success in hiding from the light. Whatever the hell that was, I need to figure out how it works. Nearly had me with - - - shit Robert! The Pallor Lord threw back his cover as he felt the world dim enough to restore the natural darkness of closed eyes. A sense of urgency washed over the youth as he realized that his companion was probably unable to avoid the blinding light. Gotta buy some time! Vaulting over the car with one hand, he launched Zar’rock straight up into the air with a subtle arc. In the next moment, he closed in on the saiyan hunched over on a dead sprint, and used the momentum to throw a rib cracking elbow. The bone gauntleted arm was aimed for the left side where he suspected the defense would already be weakened. Not wasting momentum from twisting his trunk into the elbow strike, he began to spin rapidly. The pale, whipcord tail that came along with Osiris’ transformation snapped out viciously three times. Each blow was aimed to snap across the parts of the shin guard already damaged earlier, and at the knees where the armor would naturally be less rigid. He hoped to set Gohan into a spin to keep with the theme of disorientation during assaults. All the while energy built up in clenched fists preparing to lash out. As the fourth rotation came around, Osiris stopped himself mid-turn and threw the pent up energy straight for Gohan’s lower torso. Should everything go as planned, the two punches would impact the area weakened by the previous sword thrust. One attack enhancing another, that was how you won battles. Every muscles fiber in the youth’s body twitched in controlled union so that the demonic figure was hurled through space. The next instant he was standing in front of Gohan throwing a hard backhanded for the saiyan’s nose and upper lip. He wanted to lay the saiyan out across the ground with a broken face. All the while Zar’rock had been descending, just as planned. Osiris leapt into the air by the power of his own two legs. As he wrapped his fingers back around the hilt of his sword though, a huge burst of grey-black ki flared around his body. He was hauling ass back towards his enemy even faster than his previous attacks. Shoulder muscles rippled with power as the Pallor Lord brought the serpentine blade down to slash Gohan at the base of his neck on the right side. Just then a streak of purple flashed across the sky. A new threat was on the battlefield, and the Son of Cauldron had no idea what it was. With haste he disengaged from his first adversary to reassess the situation. Osiris was sick and tired of being blinded sided, and had no intentions of letting it happen mid-battle. Keeping his guard up, he fell back and scanned the area without letting Gohan ever leave his field of vision. “Graahhlagu,” Robert let out a strange gurgling screech. The saibaman’s outstretched arms felt the jarring impact of something moving too fast to identify. Little elbows gave way and the flying projectile plowed into his chest sending him rolling backwards. Greene allowed itself to go into the tumble and remain there until enough of the energy had dissipated from the initial impact. Once it was confident, the creature extended his lower limbs so that the remaining momentum would bring him into an upright stand. Blinking, the genetic-monstrosity tried to shake the confusion from its body – or maybe his eyes still really hurt. A giant purple shell had hit him, but who the hell throws giant purple shells? It looked up and found that suddenly it didn’t care who threw a giant purple shell, because a large fuzzy object was descending and it looked suspiciously like a sword. With little other option, Robert shoved the former projectile forward and allowed it take the force of the blow. Huge cracks ran over the whole shell threatening to make the makeshift shield useless right then. The thing didn’t even have enough time to fall apart though. A second sweeping strike ripped the object out of Greene’s claws and nicked his lower torso with a long scratch. Without that Robert was defenseless against the surprise assault. Its little brain simply couldn’t compute the logical defense quickly enough. The flat side of the blade rapped against the saiba’s green chest making a hollow sound similar to thumbing a watermelon. Its body was sent skipping down the road leaving giant potholes every rebound. Seventeen bounces, it was definitely the saibaman skipping record on Earth . . . but then again, who really kept track of such sadistic things? Eyes of amethyst flames followed the poor little monster to its final bounce and then shifted a damning glare towards the new intruder, “Silence, I don’t want to hear some lame excuse for why you just blindly attacked my companion. Frankly, being blindsided by one self-righteous fool is more than enough for single day.” Osiris took a deep breath and reached within to find the power still lying dormant. Shadows lengthen around his feet and begin to crawl their way up his legs. As the Son of Cauldron’s power grew, the light around him dimmed in trepidation. It was fitting truly, one born among the shades so rarely burns brightly. The Pallor Lord welcomed it; his visage grew darker with each passing heartbeat. In the twilight there is power neither darkness nor light can understand . . . and it shall be mine. “Leave, if you are so concerned about this planet’s well fair. Go, find another battle to interrupt. This one will not stop. The saiyan has trespassed upon me twice too many times. His prosecution will not halt, and the judgment will not be overturned. He is his own executioner, I am merely the axe.”
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| Bardock | Jun 4 2013, 02:26 AM Post #13 |
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[Joining Brosiris, obviously. Loyal, Zenkai and Combat Rune.] Once again in the thick of things. This was the responsibility of The Cosmic Butcher, Kakarot. The Saiyan warrior that had put his life on the line for his blood brothers on a moment's notice without hesitation. As he looked at his partially mechanical hands and forearms, he clenched his jaw. He wasn't bitter at all over what he had gone through. He was upset with how it all happened and how even after gaining such power through the Forbidden Fruit, he still felt useless. No amount of praise from his brothers could quell the frustration he felt within himself. The only way to rid himself of it all was to continue to prove his worth. Any and all that fuck with us will die. Ai could tell that Kakarot was going through changes. Once again, he was 'prepared' for war, though he wore no armor. He was sitting in the back of the Van, rocking side to side from the turbulence of the skies. His expression never changed, though he continued to take deep pulls from the joint between his fingers. Every few seconds he would put it between his lips and inhale deeply, never blinking or bothering to flick away the ashes. Ai simply ignored him after giving him the rundown of what was expected of him. There was always something expected of him. Osiris. Yeah, that ass hat that I tried to help out and ended up getting wrecked over. The Van had finally stopped and before the Saiyan warrior could gather his wits and get into the mindset required for what was about to happen, he was shoved out of the Van by a pair of giggling children. He descended through the clouds at such a speed that his joint was ripped from his lips. His eyes watered up from the turbulent air, yet he didn't blink. In fact, he didn't move a muscle. He just let gravity do its job and pull him toward the battlefield. When he had reached within just a few hundred yards of Osiris and his foe, the inexplicable Gohan that wouldn't go away, he had noticed a new face. A new face. Great. The sword wielding foe had attacked the familiar little green alien that was known to accompany the Cosmic Lord, Osiris. The little osiris had been skipped along the battlefield, leaving craters in his wake. Dealing with Gohan would have to wait. Kakarot did not take kindly to bullying. Their new foe might get a warning before things got ugly and Kakarot decided to end him where he stood. The Cosmic Butcher had only a few seconds to decide as he rapidly descended toward the sword wielder's back. Upon further review, he came to his decision as he released some of his suppressed power. Death. I'm tired of these little bastards putting their noses where they don't belong. He quickly changed position before he landed, allowing himself several yards of space between himself and his target's back. The force with which he landed sent out a shockwave in all directions, making the craters around him flatten back into the ground as if nothing had happened. Then, his crimson and black aura faded to white for a moment, giving him the control over his energy that he desperately needed many years ago. His muscles bulged and his veins danced from the adrenaline coursing through his entire being. The hair on his neck and arms stood on end from the excitement of being back into action. The Cosmic Butcher had never felt so alive than when he was facing the possibility of death, however small. Not wasting another moment, he dashed forward, splitting the ground below him as he flew low toward his target. Once he closed the distance, he sent forward three bone crunching punches toward the middle of the foe's spinal column. He planned to break his back and maybe let the little green dude have his way with him. He repeated the punches a few more times before taking to the skies and hovering. Up close and personal combat was for the most experienced warriors. And, indeed, Kakarot was experienced. Airborne, he studied the sword wielder for a moment and went for a maneuver he had never attempted before. Head down and feet up, he pointed his right elbow toward the middle of his enemy's shoulders. He vanished for a moment, leaving behind a blue, hazy after image upon his rapid descent. It would likely be the kill-shot unless Kami or one of the Kais was watching over the bastard. If he can move after this, I'll be impressed. Once he had descended far enough toward the ground, he landed on one knee. He stood up in front of his opponent and prepared to defend himself if his opponent had miraculously found a way out of all that was thrown at him. One fist was clenched at his side while the other was extended outward, ready to counter an attack if necessary. Once he stole a quick glance to locate his Cosmic Brother, he smirked and sought out his failure of a son. He kept his stance and turned his head, calling out to Gohan. If pushed, Kakarot would end his life. "Gohan! you just don't give up, do you?" he called out. There was no need to communicate to anyone else involved in the fight. Osiris would know who he was and what he came to do. Gohan would likely shit himself in response to Kakarot's question. The new guy would likely be paralyzed and Osiris' partner in crime would have a little fun once the fight was over. Yes, Kakarot was back and not thinking about being a cyborg Saiyan like his father was and trying to prove himself worthy. He pushed it all aside and lived in the moment. Violence cured everything. Is it really this easy to get my shit together? After a moment, he answered himself. Yes. Yes, it is.
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| Morgan Syn | Jun 6 2013, 01:43 AM Post #14 |
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While FG's use of the solar flare was creative, it is still not an area of effect attack and can't affect Robert Greene. In not firing it directly at Osiris, FG has given him a chance to block and after reviewing the quality of the RPs, I am saying that the block was successful. The blind critical was nevertheless successful. |
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| Pierce | Jun 6 2013, 03:33 AM Post #15 |
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Gohan vanished again, reappearing several metres away, letting Osiris’ blade slice freely through the air where he had been standing before. Like he was going to let that thing hit him. And then everything changed. Gohan didn’t notice the new arrival as fast as Osiris did, but he certainly did notice when the green little beast with his foe was knocked through the air by a new attacker. “Yume?” The Half Saiyan muttered as he sensed the ki signature. “Haven’t seen him in a while.” ‘If you’re here to help, go for it,’ he said into his old friend/enemy’s mind through Telepathy. ‘Kill the Saibaman while I handle its master.’ But almost immediately another familiar man entered the combat; Kakarot. This would’ve been worrying even to the Super Saiyan, whose confidence was increased dramatically past the already high levels he held in base form. But for now the man seemed to be only attacking Yume, which the Psychic Master could definitely live with.
“Stay out of this…Father. I’ll kill you as well.” He honestly hadn’t seen Kakarot do anything dangerous so far, so the man was not to be feared. And the fact that despite his age and skill he had not reached the power of a Super Saiyan spoke layers about his weakness. Irrelevant threat level. “Alright, let’s do this,” he said, turning back to the actual opponent. A disk of white energy appeared in Gohan’s palm before beginning to expand. As the energy filled out a hole formed in the centre, making a disc like shape. Memories flooded into the Super Saiyan’s mind of the day he had learned this technique. Funnily enough, it had been shortly after his fight with Osiris. He had been amazed by his foe’s Destructo Disk move and had tried to replicate it, but when he did it there was always a whole in the centre, and it wasn’t sharp at all. Since then Gohan had learned to use the disk properly, but his initial prototype had proved useful as a separate technique in his repertoire. Now he was putting it to use. The Psychic Master threw his disk towards Osiris, having learnt to make it curve upwards in its flight and then fall back down upon the enemy. After the attack he then charged up more energy in his hand, but this time of a more…destructive nature. The orb of power in his hand grew until it was even bigger than the one he had used to defend himself against Osiris’ attack, and then he fired it at the enemy. The boy finished up by charging two more blasts of equal power and combining them into one, much like his enemy had before; he also gave this shot a bit of extra juice, increasing its power somewhat. He finally slowed down after that attack, knowing he was gonna need a Senzu Bean or something soon. Word Count: WC: 483 TWC: 2,392 Actions: Free. Slice Crit Received Free. Burn Crit Received Free. Conveniently take Punishing Rush off-screen 1.Dodge teh Ultra Strike with ST 0.7% 2. Galatica Donut @ Osiris 7.7% 3-4. Charged Big Bang Attack @ Osiris 12.4% 5-T. Charged Fusion Ball @ Osiris 12.4% Ki: Ki Used: 25.5% Total Ki Used: 59.4% Stamina Drain: 27,767 Currently Affected By: Slice, Burn Current Stats: Power Level: 146,277/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 35,600 Speed: 35,808 Toughness: 37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 7,172/34,848 Vitality: 29,038/33,378 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 14% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer (used) Orbital Lazerz (used) Stasis Grenade (taken by teh enemy gai) Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 4 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 0 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 2 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 1 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 1 |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jun 6 2013, 07:41 AM Post #16 |
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[CE chance from Dragon Dive negated*] There was still an echo of the resonating noise that had occurred when Yume's blade had slapped the Saibaman in the chest. He stared down the highway, tracing the damaged spots upon the road where his quarry had bounced like a tennis ball. That thing's bones must be made of something solid. I didn't even hear anything break. A chilling sensation suddenly rippled through the warrior, his extra senses alerting him to a new being on the scene. Strangely enough the ki signature felt similar to Gohan's. But it was tainted with maliciousness. It took an instant for Yume to trace the target of this new arrival's attention. This isn't going to end well. In response to his subconscious need to move, the road beneath him cracked as his body swelled in size beneath his coat. Wisps of red energy faintly rising from the pores of his skin were the only signs of Yume bringing as high a level of Kaioken as he could to bear against the enemy behind him. Even as his soon-to-be attacker released some more of his own energy, the youth began walking at a slow but measured gait towards where he sensed the weakened but active Saibaman. It wouldn't do for him to alert his attacker that he was aware of his presence. Just as Yume had finished this thought, an unbidden image of his own back appeared in his mind's eye. He morbidly observed himself from his observer's point of view, charging forward to attack him from behind with a series of crippling blows to the spine. And as quickly as the vision had come, it had disappeared, leaving him back in his own body again. His body reacted instinctively to the sound of someone striking the ground behind him, blurring forward in a springing leap. He felt the edges of his attacker's fist brush against his back as the shockwave from their landing gave him the tiny edge in distance to avoid the blow entirely. Shit, he's almost as fast as I am, even in Kaioken level six. It was that tiny edge of speed that was saving Yume at the moment, as he continued blurring through the air, his running leaps being compounded with bursts of ki out through his shoulder blades and back. He refused to lose the edge of distance he had that was being filled with his opponent's blows. Any change in momentum and he was going to get hit. He didn't need to turn around to know that his stronger foe was right behind him. I won't let him hit me. It had felt like an entire minute, but only a few seconds had passed before Yume felt the pressure on his back disappear. Spinning around in the air, he skidded to a halt before eyeing his new opponent only to raise an unseen eyebrow behind his visor. "There is no way my luck is that bad, is it?" asked Yume aloud as he beheld the splitting image of the very fighter he was currently trying to save. Which meant either he was fighting Gohan's older brother or...... Great, Gohan's dad. Regardless of skill or talent, anyone with enough experience could defeat someone with less. As creative as Yume was, he knew he was going to have the hardest struggle of his life overcoming a warrior as experienced as Goku. His body slackened, letting any tension in his muscles out as he began shifting between the balls and toes of his feet. Yume's eyes never left the airborne saiyan, his body shifting forward to prepare for any sudden movements. Had he looked away for even a moment, he would've missed the slight ripple in his opponent's form as he shifted into an attacking position. His own body warped slightly in response to Goku's own actions before he found himself run through, the saiyan's elbow slicing through him like a knife through butter. Yet no blood was drawn... Having been distorted by the saiyan's attack, Yume's zanzoken dispersed into air. The youth in question was now standing in front of Goku, his right hand clenching his left wrist seemingly in preparation for an attack. It was then that a surge of energy rippled from the crater behind the saiyan. In a blur of speed another Yume shot out from hiding within the foxhole, now with black streaks in his hair. A vortex of black ki spiraled around his left fist in the shape of a drill. Even as the saiyan turned in reaction to Yume sudden rise in power, the human warrior spared a moment of focus to eye the road beneath Goku's feet. With a mental push, he willed the road beneath the saiyan to ripple and disrupt his balance as he finally reached striking distance. With a silent grunt, he punched forward at the very same point Goku had targeted on his spinal column. Even as his glowing fist flew forth to meet flesh, the Yume in front of Goku began to distort into a haze of blue mist, its role in the youth's trap completed. ------------------------------------------- Actions: Free: Telepathy on Kakarot@2 1. Kaioken x6 (1/3)+ Power Fly + Dodge Kakarot@3 (6.3% ki/6% vitality) [Strength/Speed: 22,773*/24,774] 2. Kaioken x6 (2/3)+ Power Fly + Dodge Kakarot@4 (0.3% ki) Free: Double Zanzoken (6% ki) DZ1. Kaioken x6 (3/3) + Dodge Kakarot @5 [Speed: 49,548] DZ2. Distraction + Hidden Power (0.3% ki) 3. Telekinesis + SA (0.3%) 4. Void Thrust (0.3% ki) 5. Void Thrust + ST [CE: Pierce] (10.3% ki) [PL: 158,535] [Speed: 37,875] Tactician (2/2) [next turn] Ki Usage: 23.8% Total Ki Used: 25% Stamina Drain: 582 Toxic Rune on Gloves Prepared Items: 8/8 Energizer Stasis Grenade Kunai (2 slots) Runic Blade (4 slots) Weapon Techs: 5/7 Verberation Blade Aura Blade Healing Blade Ki Slash Triple Strike Stats [Battle] (Current): [Hidden Power + Phonic Ray] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 132,112/176,150 > 129,308/172,410 Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 66,056/88,075 > 64,654/86,205 Strength: [16,878] ---------->[23,773] Speed: [18,618] ---------->[25,250] Toughness: [15,562] ---------->[21,155] Stamina: [15,734] ---------->[21,746] > 21,164 Vitality: [15,746] ---------->[21,401] > 20,117 Determination: 440 Charisma: 347 Intelligence: 2,110 |
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| Osiris | Jun 7 2013, 07:24 AM Post #17 |
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The world was a watercolor painting, and for a strange second it seemed as though the drizzling storm was washing it away. Pin pricks stabbed at the back of Osiris’ retina with a lingering, spreading effect that was making its way back into the youth’s brain. The Pallor Lord blinked rapidly trying to disperse the strange effect, but he could surmise its true cause. Whatever blinding technique the saiyan had used, did not truly vanish as quickly as it had came. Ki attached to scattered photons must have been gradually built up in those dark violet eyes like a poison in the aftermath of the ‘solar flare’. Damn it . . . how the hell did he do that? The thought crossed his mind as a low growl slipped pass grit teeth. Stay focused . . . you know how he battles, just have to anticipate and react. Osiris squinted in an attempt to focus his massively blurred vision. All he could make out were patches of dark and lighter shapes. There was no choice in the matter. He would have to rely on other means to defend himself, and other senses to know when. At least the saiyan was polite enough to announce when he was starting though. The almost electrical hum of Ki being molded into an attack buzzed the atmosphere. One among many the Pallor Lord assured himself. That was this Gohan’s modus operandi after all: whenever the chance occurred, bombard the enemy with sheer attack volume. I won’t die to such childish tactics. Taking a deep breath the youth ran a hand along the flat side of his zweihander causing the scrapping sound of metal against metal. Osiris focused his mind onto the Star Wolves ring wrapped around his right-middle finger. The metal of the ring was warm and smooth against his flesh, but beneath that was a more subtle sensation: a faint vibration. “Echo into the night.” A moment passed. Then another. And yet another. Nothing seemed to be happening as the donut of white ki energy descended upon the Pallor Lord uninhibited. Thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet . . . a piercing howl ripped through the air as the ring began to vibrate intensely. A great projection of the Star Wolf insignia jumped off the signet forming shield just above the youth. The saiyan’s attack slammed into the ‘metallic’ construct and instantly rebounded off into a new direction. A mocking chorus of echoes rung off the signet shield as a bell reverberates across a town. The metal insignia faded from its hovering position just slowly enough for the dancing wolf to watch Gohan’s attack come right back at him. Through the whole thing Osiris only saw the sudden shadow form over top of him, and then the streak of light flashing its way back towards the fuzzy shape he regarded as the enemy. It was enough to know a minor crisis had been averted, momentarily. A wave of heat washed over the area as a huge orb of ki mimicked a purple sun resting upon the Earth’s surface. The Pallor Lord didn’t need his full sight to tell what was happening. The world around the saiyan was cast into an off violet color as the great orb of destruction grew in his hand. A swarm of eels writhed under the scaled ivory flesh. I am never going to get use to this . . . Black liquid rapidly poured out from underneath Osiris’ scaled hide and pooled around his feet. The puddle grew and grew to an unnatural volume which stretched out across the gap between the two warriors. Within the time it took the saiyan to charge his attack, several yards of road were repaved with the ebony colored ooze. The great blast was let loose and crossed over the strange substance. In the blink of an eye, a feeding frenzy was unleashed on the destructive orb. Hundreds of tendrils lurched out of the puddle revealing it to be a mass of living tissue. Thousands of tiny snapping jaws split open along the limbs revealing silvery, needle like teeth. They tore into the attack like piranha stripping the flesh off of a carcass; countless bites stealing away the Ki energy along with its forward momentum. It was a morbid desire, but the youth wished he had the clarity of vision to see the symbiote in action. He had been unwilling to allow the thing to taste flesh and blood for fear of losing control of it in public. Deep down though, he watched liking it eat . . . he enjoyed watching its singular drive enacted, the need to feed. Pity. As the ambient light of the first attack slowly died beneath the swarming mass, the light of another took its place. Osiris could just barely make out the new attacks hum over the sound of gnashing teeth, but it didn’t matter. His opponent was forgoing repositioning for quick charging times it seemed. Even a blind man could defend attacks coming from a single direction. Ring is still recharging, Zork is busy feasting, who the hell knows where Robert is . . . guess that means I face this one myself. A smirk pulled at the corner of the Pallor Lord’s lips. He could feel it coming for him, estimating the distance by the feel of radiant warmth on upon his face. Red and brilliant, it rose over the devouring symbiote and then swiftly came diving back down for the Son of Cauldron. In moments the hazy sphere blotted out any other shape the swordsman could make out. “Fuck off!” the demonic youth let out a roar imbued with his very desire to survive. The sound wave slammed into the great red orb causing it’s perfectly spherical edges to deform. Great chunks of the blast broke off and began to evaporate harmlessly, but it was too large to fully dissipate. Osiris pulled up Zar’rock into a guard and pressed his forearm against the broadside of the pure white metal. Grinding, it’s such a peculiar noise Ki makes when it runs into something that refuses to budge. The Pallor Lord focused on that sensation, that piece of information. It helped him focus, to block out all the meaningless distractions, and to ignore the pain. Chunks of asphalt lifted into the air and were broken apart into bits of black sand before the brutal force still remaining in the blast. Intense pressure fell upon Osiris’ body as the weight of the incoming attack drove him backwards for dozens of yards. With his shoulders screaming from the effort, the demonic figure heaved the crimson orb upwards and away from himself. Such a rapid shift finally detonated the increasingly unstable mass. The red energy exploded expanding outwards in a dramatic display of dust, debris, and ki. A large plume rose off the ground, but was quickly beaten back down by the drizzling rain and swept away by the mild winds. Dirty clouds hanging closer to the ground drifted about like a stubborn fog though. Beneath that smog there was no longer a roadway, or grassy plains. The blast had managed to strip a wide area of all its covering thus leaving it a barren patch of compacted dirt. “Was that it?” Osiris’ disembodied voice taunted dispassionately, “I don’t think you will be killing me, or Kakarot.” Another sensation of something slithering under his skin made the Pallor Lord’s spine tingle. The mass of black tendrils retracted back into their puddle as the ooze reversed its flow back into its host. Flowing along the deep trench mark left by the attack, the ebony liquid looked like a stream of corruption finally draining into the dust shrouded demonic figure. While the symbiote relaxed back among Osiris’ flesh, it shared a small portion of the meal it had just had. He could feel his heart rate speed up just a little at the rejoining of the their two separate metabolisms back into a single phenomenon. As uncomfortable as the whole process could be, the energy it provided was tantamount to getting a full day’s worth of food in the middle of combat. Now if I could just get my sight back, we could finish this on a high note. Shadows around the Pallor Lord began to intensify again as the very air temperature plummeted. Using a variation of a Keliouxian technique, the Son of Cauldron began to pull energy into himself from the environment around him. Heat, light, traces of residual ki, and even kinetic energy from the wind was converted into the youth’s own brand of somber power. It was outright defiance of entropy. A hand brushed over the amethyst eyes, just a little bit longer. The youth could feel the influx of new ki diluting the effects the saiyan’s attack had caused. It was just a matter of time before the sensation of pins and needles was gone, thus restoring focus to his sight. "Hold this for me," the words proceeded a small silver cylinder bouncing out of the dust clouds. A soft pop denoted the specialized shock wave that caused warrior's muscles to go rigid. Neural networks were always such fascinatingly delicate things. Just the right pressure here or there could elicit all kinds of weird responses. Nothing fancy was required in combat though, just a few moments of stillness could make a world of difference.
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| Morgan Syn | Jun 8 2013, 07:13 AM Post #18 |
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RP Bonus goes to Kakarot. This time around it was really only a two horse race between he and Yume and it was very close, but his RPing seemed to flow better and was more consistent. |
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| Bardock | Jun 9 2013, 02:33 AM Post #19 |
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Of course he weaseled his way out of getting his spine shattered. Of course! Nothing ever goes as planned. The euphoria of battle had died down just a little for the Cosmic Butcher thanks to his enemy's quick reactions. It was expected that he would try to take advantage of the opening provided by the Saiyan warrior's failed attacks and try to land some his own. He was not to be underestimated and given any quarter. Is he playing dumb and trying to get me to play right into a trap? was the thought that crossed his mind for a moment. As if in response, his opponent turned to face him. "You should have never come here," was all the Cosmic Butcher said before he felt a slight tremble beneath his feet. Reacting almost instantly, he slightly bent his knees and pushed off the trembling ground. He leapt forward in a white blur and vanished before reappearing at his opponent's back. The ground he had just stood on had crumbled and shook violently as if an earthquake had occurred a hundred miles away and sent an aftershock solely after him. It wasn't until he was standing at his opponent's back that it hit him; his opponent had transformed into a being that looked as ugly as anything he had seen on Earth so far. With the exception of Osiris' little pet. The body he had jumped over was apparently a distraction for the man that had turned into something that might have intimidated a small child when looking in their closet in the dark. As Kakarot jumped forward to deliver a short but powerful flurry of bone-breaking punches, the young man had begun to thrust his hand forward. Rather than test his strength, the Saiyan warrior vanished once again in a white blur, reappearing several yards off to his target's right side. He then took in a deep breath, hoping that he had the time to pull off his next series of attacks. Osiris was busy with Gohan and the little green thing was recovering from being bitch slapped. Kakarot held his palms high above his head and let loose two crimson orbs that circled high above his target's head before conjoining into one orb. It then split into several obrs, whistling loudly before crashing downward and raining toward their target. He felt some slight fatigue in his legs as he concentrated his effort toward controlling the attack, but he knew it would be temporary. He clenched his jaw but inhaled in relief as the fatigue subsided from his legs. What he was preparing for next was going to be fun. If all went according to his on-the-spot plan, the young warrior would have his hands full with everything being thrown at him. Without waiting for the smoke to clear so he could see just how successful he was at making his target dance his way out of a ki shower, He secured his feet into the ground and pointed at where he figured his opponent to be standing or laying and hopefully dying. Since he couldn't come up with anything witty to say, he pointed his palm outward and a large crimson orb manifested from a brief light show. Vegeta would probably like to see this. Feeling the adrenaline of battle renewed in his veins, he let rip a trio of orbs into the smoke, dust and rising debris toward his unlucky opponent. With the release of every crimson orb, Kakarot was pushed back several feet. He had underestimated his own attack power and had not secured his feet well enough. It happened to be for the best, since his attacks were supposedly so destructive that it was similar to releasing a miniature nuke. The waiting game to see the success or failure of his attacks would be eating at him, even if he was to wait a split second. I'm locked in. There was nothing that would burst his bubble now. Well, nothing short of having some other asshole put his nose where it didn't belong. If that happened again, all Hell would break loose like never before. For now, he was living in the moment. Osiris would be fine and his little green pet would come out of the current mess in one piece as long as it didn't go and do something asinine. That thought made Kakarot look down at his augmented limbs before returning his attention to the destruction he had caused. His aura reflected his on-again-off-again frustration, dancing wildly as he unleashed his full power and replenished some of his energy. The entire planet was about to turn into a total war zone.
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| Pierce | Jun 9 2013, 05:42 AM Post #20 |
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“Sorry, what?” Gohan wasn’t sure exactly what Osiris achieved by saying…whatever he had said. But in a few moments some sort of shield formed in front of the man. The Galatica Donut hit and then bounced right off, coming back at Gohan like a boomerang. The Super Saiyan didn’t know exactly what would happen if he was hit by his own tech, but he certainly wasn’t sticking around to find out. The Psychic Master leapt skyward to move above the disc’s flight path, but as he did so the attack curved upwards as well to follow him. Gohan was tempted to introduce his face to his palm at high velocity, only now remembering the way he had designed the attack to arc towards the area above the enemy’s head, and then come down on them. He already had a plan to keep himself safe from the donut, however. The ring of energy was still below him, but was rapidly reaching the area in front of his feet. Using telekinesis to give himself a bit of a push Gohan began to flip forwards, curling up into a shape more suited to the acrobatic manoeuvre. As he reached about seventy degrees through the flip and the disk was right in front of him he reached forward with both arms, putting them both on the top of the donut and grabbing hard. The edges weren’t sharp at all and touching his own ki wasn’t nearly as painful as touching someone else’s. However, there was still little margin for error. As he reached the halfway point through his flip the upside-down boy pulled back and then strongly threw the donut forwards, sending it away from both him and Osiris (who the Super Saiyan wasn’t trusting with any more ki attacks unless he had to; fuck that reflection thing). With no enemy in sight and its course confused the donut sailed away, eventually dissipating. Gohan finished his flip and fell the few metres back to the ground. His donut had carried him a few metres away from his original position and there was now a large rock below him, at least a metre tall. Instead of avoiding it the boy landed right on it in a low crouching position, watching Osiris. Without looking he reached down to a pouch on his belt, retrieving one green bean and popping it in his mouth. Crouching there in silence would’ve been quite pleasant, listening to his chewing, hearing the wind on his face, if it weren’t for the constant sound of nearby explosions from Kakarot annoying him. Yume was probably going to die fast, which would then lead to Gohan being stuck in a three versus one. His plan was to kill Osiris before that happened, hopefully scaring off his pet (or somehow killing it by breaking the ‘bond’ between them if there was one). And then it would just be him, fighting…Goku? Kakarot? Dad? The twisted version of the man who had sacrificed everything for him? Gohan had no idea what to call the man who was his least favourite part of this timeline. There was a second of silence from him after Gohan swallowed the bean, but he already felt the reaction happening in his body. He stood up to prepare himself just as a burst of golden power blasted out of him and suddenly his Super Saiyan aura was around him again. The lukewarm tingle running through his veins went back to the boiling, almost uncomfortably hot feeling he usually experienced only right after transforming. He was like a beacon of light there, on that rock. Of hope. Of goodness. His power now rocketed above those of Osiris and his pet, though Kakarot was still ahead of him. The Super Saiyan quickly scanned the battlefield. Kakarot and Yume were busy with each other, and he couldn’t see the Saibaman…it was probably off somewhere, still disoriented from the Solar Flare. So unless someone wanted to come and help, Osiris would have to deal with this one himself. If he was going to kill the man, it would be best to get it done now. The Half Saiyan cringed slightly as he let his very life force be added to his power, making him stronger and faster. His golden aura became tainted with strings of red. Gohan moved his right foot back, spreading the distance between it and his other foot to give him more stability on the rock. His hands raised together at his side, forming a small gap of space between them. “Kaaaaaaa……..” Pure energy, not the white colour of his normal attacks but of a blue tint, generated in Gohan’s palms. Like sweat it all dripped off, falling into a collective ball between his hands that grew and grew until he was holding a sizeable sphere of energy. “Meeeeeee…….” The sphere started growing at an exponential rate, now, until Gohan’s hands were hidden within it. The ki grew far larger than any other technique the Super Saiyan had used in the fight. “Haaaaaaaaaaa….” This was always the hard part. The slightest drop of red burst ki escaped Gohan’s palms, adding itself to the mixture of the beam. Burst ki was explosive, volatile, and had a one percent chance of not immediately blowing up if there was a tiny bit more of it in one place than Gohan had added to his beam. However, it also did absolutely nothing in an amount even slightly less than what he had now. In this perfect amount the burst ki would fill the whole sphere, no more, no less, turning it red. Gohan had learnt about burst ki from King Kai, who knew many techniques and secrets. “MEEEEEEEEE….” Black strands of lightning cut through the sphere now, showing just how ridiculously powerful it was. When this thing blew, it would blow big. Hopefully on Osiris, if the plan went as it was supposed to. Gohan vanished from sight, using the Speed Teleport to move himself so fast that even Kakarot would think that he had disappeared, and then reappearing. Well, he would if he was watching. And he probably wasn’t. Either way, the Super Saiyan was now a few metres behind Osiris, ready to fire. “HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” The Psychic Master was sure he felt the planet shake below him as he slid backwards, the force of his beam pushing him away from Osiris, useful to stop him from getting caught in the incredible explosion that would follow. In the aftermath of the times ten Kamehameha Gohan took a quick breath. A large cloud of smoke was before him, where Osiris had been before. The man was probably still in there, if he was alive. Not giving them time to rest Gohan charged in, going to take the fight to close quarters. Word Count: WC: 1,132 TWC: 3,523 Actions: 1. Dodge Galatica Donut with the power of extreme fluff 0.7% 2. Eat Senzu Bean 0.7% 3. Power Up -24.3% 4. Steal Kak's Bag of Senzu Beans* 0.7% Free. Kaio-Ken x6 6% 5. ST + 10x Kamehameha @ Osiris 21.4%** Tac. Grapple Osiris *Not RPed because I asked Kakarot where he stores Sensus on his body and he said he summons them with cosmic power or some shit. Obviously I can't steal shit that doesn't exist so I felt to avoid altering his character I just wouldn't mention it in the RP. **10x Kamehameha Stats: Power Level: 445,494 Speed: 66,945 Ki: Ki Used: 29.5% (50% Restored) Total Ki Used: 39% Stamina Drain: 26,262 Currently Affected By: Slice, Burn Current Stats: Power Level: 205,054/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 44,390/35,600 Speed: 44,629/35,808 Toughness: 31,462/37,014 (37,420/44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 8,222/34,848 Vitality: 18,027/33,378 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 14% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 3/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer (used) Orbital Lazerz (used) Stasis Grenade (taken by osiris) Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 (taken from kakarot) Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 4 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 0 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 2 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 1 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 1 |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jun 9 2013, 05:32 PM Post #21 |
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The Janitor
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He's a nimble bastard, I'll give him that much. If only he knew how similar his thoughts mirrored the saiyan's own frustration earlier, as he slid to a stop, his attack striking nothing but air. Turning to face his spiky-haired foe, the red slits on his visor flared with light in response to his energy spiking, the only visible sign of Yume's annoyance in contrast to the impassive expression on the lower half of his face. With a dying screech the warping ki around his arm faded away, having failed in its purpose. I'm not one for extended fights. Especially when he has more energy to spare than I do. But from the looks of it, he doesn't seem to relish a long battle either. The one of us who moves to strike first will need to do so decisively, or risk losing the momentum for the rest of the battle. Perhaps it was instinct or just a mutual methodology to their fighting styles that both moved at the same time. One to attack and one to defend. As the older fighter threw his hands above his head, the younger one matched the motion by leaping up into the air. However, the youth had to fight to urge to stop in midair as a pair of crimson orbs whipped into the air above him courtesy of the saiyan below him. He watched them trail upwards before merging with a morbid expression as he recognized the attack as one Roshi had used on him before in the past. I really hate the fact that sensei has taught just about everyone I've met at some point, thought Yume drearily. Thankfully, Roshi had taught him the general principles behind defending against the Kakusandan. Strengthening his focus, he continued to ascend into the air after the fused ruby orb. It pulsed once with an unholy shade of red before shattering into dozens of streaking spears of light towards him. The moment the attack separated, Yume placed himself parallel to the ground in a manner resembling floating on his back in midair. His palms slammed together in front of his chest before being surrounded by a pulsing flame of white. As the first orbs of energy reached him, he violently spread his arms, the pulsing shroud of white expanding to form a screen in front of his entire body. Those orbs that didn't collide with the screen Yume had created continued downwards around his form into the ground, drilling deep before exploding with tremendous force. As Yume continued to hold the energy directly in front of him at bay, he could feel the heat against his back, even as high above the earth as he was. His arms trembled against an unseen force as Yume willed the energy pushing against the shroud of light to obey him. Sparks of white lightning trailed through the volatile orbs, their colour shifting from red into a brighter pink before converting to a blinding white that rapidly spread across his form before igniting in flames. Yet the flames did not burn him, having yielded to his own energy. He gazed at the pure-white flames surrounding him, marveling at the amount of raw power his opponent possessed. To think that this was less than half of the attack's energy... His admiration was not to last however, as his senses alerted him to the saiyan's power rising. With a flaring of his aura, Yume blasted further upwards into the sky, away from the three immensely powerful constructs of ki that were rapidly ascending towards him through the smoke. The more time he had to feel the flow of the energy, the more likely he would be able to nullify them and prevent any further destruction of the area. His eyes widened as the first orb burst through the smoke, closing the distance between them. Reaching over his shoulder, he clenched his hand around the hilt of his blade. A white aura burst to life around his sheathed blade before he swiftly drew it, stabbing it into the immense orb of ki before him. With a twist of his sword, the attack began to shrink, its energy swirling around the blade. It mixed with the energies around the blade, sifting down its edge into Yume's arm. Soon enough, the entire attack had disappeared, Yume's eyes closed with the strain of holding the sudden influx of power beyond his own. His aura flared to a tremendous size, burning the excess energy from his pores before opening his eyes, only to be welcomed by two more orbs intent on devouring his form. Now that I've taken his attack's energy wavelength and felt it for myself... Rather than evade, Yume charged towards the ascending blasts, throwing his sword into the air above him. Sparks of black lightning crackled around his body, as he reached for the first with a smirk. "Nullify." The moment his hand made contact with the first blast, it warped before disappearing. There wasn't any implosion or sudden shockwave accompanying the disappearance. It simply ceased to exist. The visor-wearing warrior repeated this action with the final orb, before descending down to a level where he was hovering a few metres above the older fighter below, his eyes keeping him in his sight. "I could take that literally, considering I'm technically a cyclops at the moment," thought the youth with a rueful grin. His body mirrored his thoughts, his muscles relaxing as he eyed the fighter below. It wouldn't do for his body to be stiff against an opponent like this. The power that the saiyan had wielded and used against him did place fear in him. Fear of having to fight a fighter who had every advantage over him and was aiming to kill. But he had survived so far. Where there was fear, there was also the curiosity of wanting to know how far he could go. Not just for himself though. He allowed his voice to travel far enough for the saiyan to hear him. "I wonder. How far can I push you? How far can I go against what you have?" As if on cue, a faint whistling began, growing in volume from above the two fighters before Yume's hand reached up to catch his blade hilt first in a snap. The flames around him began to grow in intensity before he surged downwards in a flash of fire. Even as the youth descended upon Goku from above, the rubble around the saiyan rumbled before shooting upwards to batter at the saiyan from behind in the form of a semicircle, funneling him forward. The only choice he had was to meet Yume's charge, as said warrior prepared to bring his blade down. However, just before Yume would've been in range to swing, he abruptly blurred forward into range with a sudden burst of speed. Hopefully disrupting the older fighter's timing for when to anticipate the strike, he swung his blade down in a two-handed kendo strike. Finding himself face-to-face with the saiyan, he could only grin before channeling his energy through his sword. Without warning, a shimmering blue wave of energy flared out from his sword's edge at point-blank range at the older warrior, the wave's lower edge cleaving through the ruined surface of the earth as it surged away from his blade. Stabbing his blade into the ground, his feet joined the surface a moment later, only for him to kick off after Goku in a burst of fire without hesitation. Whether or not he would go down with those flames in dying embers or blaze with them in an inferno of glory remained to be seen. --------------------------------------------------- Actions: 1. Power Fly + Transmute Energy vs Kakusandan (0.6% ki) 2. Aura Blade vs Big Bang Attack 1 + Power Fly (-8.4% ki) [FS] Free: Shishio vs Big Bang Attack (negate) [FS] 3. Telekinesis + SA + Power Fly (0.6%) (rock throw!) [FS] 4. Sword Attack + ST + Power Fly (0.6%) [FS] 5. Ki Slash (4.3%) [FS] Tactician: Initiate Grapple + ST (0.3%) [FS] [CE: Burn] Ki Usage: -2% (7%) Total Ki Used: 23% Stamina Drain: 509 Toxic Rune on Gloves Prepared Items: 8/8 Energizer Stasis Grenade Kunai (2 slots) Runic Blade (4 slots) Weapon Techs: 5/7 Verberation Blade Aura Blade [used] Healing Blade Ki Slash Triple Strike [used] Stats [Battle] (Current): [Hidden Power + Phonic Ray] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 129,308/172,410 > 128,544/171,392 Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 64,654/86,205 > 64,272/85,696 Strength: [16,878] ---------->23,773 Speed: [18,618] ---------->25,250 Toughness: [15,562] ---------->21,155 Stamina: [15,734] ---------->21,164 - 509 = 20,655 Vitality: [15,746] ---------->20,117 Determination: 440 Charisma: 347 Intelligence: 2,110 |
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| Osiris | Jun 10 2013, 04:38 PM Post #22 |
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Pallor Lord
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Kakarot must be having fun, small tremors ran through the Earth like shivers of excitement. That was just a distraction though, something to be pushed to the back of the mind. Osiris took a deep breath through his nostrils until his lungs were fully expanded. Pursing his lips, the cool air was expelled back out slowly, deliberately. In that moment of lull, he felt his mind go completely black – a clean void of meditative focus. Now rebuild it. A mental map of the entire battlefield played out before the Pallor Lord’s imagination. Each sound from the world about him solidified a key landmark: foot striking stone, the swaying of tall grass in the wind, the lapping of agitated waves in the distance. The most striking noise though, was the dull roar coming off the saiyan’s shining aura. Something changed. Osiris slid a foot backwards and bent slightly at the knees. A shift in air pressure caused the demonic figure’s ears to pop. Then, that familiar chant started to reverberate through the air. Where had he heard it before . . . that damn fox. Something was different this time though: the chant was slower, the hum in the air was so much more intense, and there was that snapping of electrical ki so indicative of unrestrained power. For a fleeting moment panic almost managed to enter the Pallor Lord’s heart. No, it won’t end like this. Even blind I see more than he can. I know him . . . Three syllables down, and two more to go. Osiris knew the attack would fire on the fifth: advantage timing. The attack would come from behind, or right in front of the Cosmic Lord. He knew that. Every time the saiyan tried to launch an attack that wasn’t simply a barrage . . . it always came from those two directions: advantage placement. He trusted in the ability to learn, to adapt. The fourth syllable echoed in the air and then came to an end. Osiris exploded to his right charging hard for the lake with his arm pumping like wild machinery. Every step tore into the ground like a small explosion pushing the youth forward even faster. Dust flew everywhere behind him as the air spun in the violent wake caused by the sonic booms pouring off the youth in great rings. He didn’t dare look back though. Closing in at terrible speeds, the great red beam plowed its way through earth and atmosphere with equal disregard. It was just a matter of time, seconds, before the destructive force would sweep up on its target’s back. The intent to kill was palpable. NOW! Dark violet energy sprung up around the youth’s body and lifted him off the ground while maintaining velocity. Hurtling just above the ground, Osiris spun around and immediately erected his guard. Zar’rock was angled from left hip to right shoulder as the enormous wave of energy crashed against its broadside. The Pallor Lord’s Right forearm was pressing higher up on the blade, just over the shoulder. At the same time both of his knees were raised to brace the center of the sword where it might snap in half under the pressure. Pushing, pushing, pushing . . . the damn thing was just waiting for Osiris to slip up and engulf him. Come on, come on, come on! Osiris screamed at himself mentally giving everything he had to push backwards with his own ki. He was going to ride this fucker like a wave whether it liked it or not! And make no mistake, whether that thing had a mind or not, it WANTED to wash over and obliterate the demonic vessel. SHIT! Zar’rock ripped out of the Pallor Lord’s hands and was flung into the meaningless blur of shapes the world had become. He locked down his elbows to his knees to create a barrier for his torso, head tucked under forearms . . . utterly compact. In that moment Osiris’s dark figure looked like a bullet just being fired out of a gun, jets of explosive flames still pushing it along. Just have to last, just have to last, just have - - - The ground changed under the youth, or rather he felt his burning aura touch something that most certainly wasn’t land. “RHAAAA!” the Pallor Lord let loose a frenzied roar as he shifted all of his momentum downwards. If the transition had actually take time, it was too short to be discernible. Osiris shot straight down into lake so fast he slammed himself into the murky bottom. The cold water felt like bliss on limbs that quivered with a mixture of pain and exertion. He was actually surprised by how deep the water was, the deep red Kamehameha looked so far away compared to having it nearly disintegrating his face. Violet eyes shot around to inspect the watery place he had come to reside. So much gray stone, maybe the lake was once a quarry before filling with water. Then it finally hit him, he could see again! Such a bitter sweet moment though. The Son of Cauldron had traded his blindness in for excruciating brutality being visited upon his limbs. There were plenty of fractures, that much he didn’t have to even move to know. Osiris flexed his hands . . . hand. His left hand was completely managed, and a shot of pain went straight into his brain which told of a dislocated shoulder. The right hand was still functional at least, despite having several patches of hard scales completely blown away leaving only raw markings that looked like the worst road burn every. A sudden current swept the Cosmic Lord upwards as though he were caught in a tsunami. Somewhere, the Kamehameha had finally landed among the soft rolling hills and exploded. Almost the entire lake was picked up out of the basin, and throw back towards the roadway in a great wave. Trees that had been lucky enough to avoid the beam itself were now broken to pieces under the tons of falling water. Osiris spilled back out onto the plain that had been transformed into a marsh land. Pushing himself off the ground with his still functioning arm, he took a deep breath of steam filled air. Everywhere around him dust mingled with the vaporized H2O created by the beam as it skimmed along the surface of the lake. Taking shaky breathes the youth picked his now mud covered body up off the ground. It felt like he might puke, but each breath eased the nausea. “That really fucking hurt,” he grunted to himself as streaks of black lightning ran over his body sending a painful shockwave through his being. It was all he could do to grit his teeth and bare through the displeasure. Soon enough the moment had passed though, and the sparks of ki dissipated from his body. “Zar’rock, where are you?” Osiris switched his concentration to finding the blade, and ignored the signal flares of hurt shooting off from various parts of his body. With a single clear note, the weapon rang out from a short distance away like a tuning fork. The Pallor Lord jogged over to find the weapon embedded in a tree trunk that had been torn down by the wave. His legs still felt like jello, but force of will kept them moving. Shit, he must have heard it too. Osiris pulled the weapon free as he watched the saiyan coming charging in eagerly. I’m not going to lay down and die for you! The Pallor Lord focused on that nameless emotion which fueled his transformation. It was like the very nature of war expressing itself through him, and it refused to let him stop. Cold violet eyes stared at the oncoming saiyan with critical disdain. A flash of white steel cut through the murky air as Osiris spun backwards and to his left. Coming full circle around Gohan’s right flank, the soul-stone blade lashed out to slash across the saiyan’s lower back. There at the waist where the armor had to be flexible, there where the Cosmic Lord had already landed three blows . . . he wanted to slice open kidneys and break vertebra. Still moving, his feet danced backwards through the mud so the Son of Cauldron could have a moment to himself. He placed the muddy hilt between his teeth for a moment, and tasted the clay filled soil. The right hand shot down, and around his right hip. The fingers were instantly unscrewing a small protective canister that had rub gripping upon its lid. Not giving a shit what happened to the top, the youth plucked out the still pristine sensu and immediately replaced the sword hilt with the bean. There was still mud on his tongue, but that was a trivial thing. It was swallowed down with the quickly grinded vegetable. When it came to survival, you just couldn’t let the little thing bother you. Osiris certainly took that to heart as he relished the feeling off bones and flesh repairing themselves at an abnormally fast rate despite the bad taste in his mouth. I won’t die here! I refuse to be slain by such a short sighted brute. I will grind his spine to dust if I have to, but I . . . will . . . not . . .DIE! Osiris shot forward towards his opponent’s back. There was a certain rigidness to the saiyan’s body that seemed to keep him from turning around. Finally, the stun grenade had kicked in . . . not that it wouldn’t have been much more helpful two minutes ago, but at least it wasn’t a total loss. The youth’s foot shot out in full force. His heel was going to slam straight into the saiyan’s lower lumbar that had already taken some punishment. The leg retracted and then shot out violently again trying to slam into the very same spot to maximize the damage. On the third time, the Pallor Lord hopped into the air so that he could drive both heels home on the target. Using the energy of the impact, the warrior threw himself backwards to create some space between them. If Gohan wanted to get up close and personal . . . well screw what he wanted. Osiris had no intentions of letting the saiyan decide the name of the game. Meanwhile in the Batca—AHEM, further down the road. “Grahlagu,” Robert muttered as he picked his bulbous head off the ground. Sitting up, the little green monstrosity stared across the distance back at the two battles raging on. A minute rolled by, and it still hadn’t moved from that sitting position. The creature’s mind simply couldn’t decide which fight to rejoin. On the one claw the white haired stranger had nearly cut it in two, but on the other the black haired friend-of-killer was still attacking his Master. “Grrlagru,” Greene muttered his little guttural language exasperatedly. It was so damn hard to think while he was hungry! “Huh . . .huh, huff . . . why isn’t anyone coming?” the chubby taxi driver went stumbling through the ditch alongside the road mumbling to himself and holding a torn piece of shirt to his temple. Thin nostrils flared wide as the saibaman’s strange head snapped around. In an instant, Greene was up on his feet scampering towards the fleeing bystander. A huge grin pulled back lime lips revealing dozens of needle like teeth. Drool started to run down one corner of his mouth as the creature squealed softly in excitement. “Ah gods! Leave me alone already!” he yelled at the approaching monster as he fell backwards and started half crawling through the wet grass. Robert got to the edge of the roadway and suddenly jerked to a stop. Images of Osiris beating the utter shit out of it flashed in its primitive mind. There was no doubting it, this was one of those rare things the little saiba’s Master would let loose unbridled corporal punishment for . . . Once had been enough to drive that point home. “GRALGRULLR!!” the green monstrosity started jumping up and down in a frustrated tantrum. The taxi driver didn’t know what the hell was going on with the little freak in front of him. He just wished he hadn’t taken such a long trip just to try and score a big tip. There just wasn’t anything else to do but run it seemed. With his cheeks a rosy hue of exertion, the drive staggered back to his feet. Something heavy swung in his coat pocket. “Why the hell not,” he mumbled to himself as two candy bars emerged from the pocket and were flung towards Greene. “Grral?” the saibaman looked down from his tantrum to find two rectangular bars laying by his feet. For a second it just froze in place as that huge grin started stretching across its face again. Eager claws shot down and seized the objects to be brought up towards the green monster’s face. Thin nostrils flared again, even wider this time. Both arms shot into the air as he feel backwards onto his bum like some over excited toddler. Its beady little eyes inspected the treasure once more while sitting on the wet asphalt. The strange squiggles were different than some of the others, but it smelled just as good. For a moment Greene stared at the white logo as if he would spontaneously learn how to read the word Snickers . . . then the anticipation was just too much. Robert shoved half the first bar into his mouth and snapped it in two. He never really could figure out how to take the wrapper off, but it was okay, he didn’t mind it. Peanuts cracked and nugget filling clung to his ivory teeth. It was so sugary and sweet the saibaman started to shake with enjoyment - - - or maybe his blood sugar had just spiked uncontrollably. These things were so hard to tell with bio-engineered plant men. It went on like that for a while, the lime lips smacking up and down as it chopped away on the candy treats. Unfortunately, it was not to last. The Earth quaked violently, much more than it had before. Greene snapped around to look back at the battles only to see a massive beam of red energy streaking towards the horizon. If it had actually known how to speak, the saibaman would have just dropped a major F-bomb at the sight. Which battle the little green monster would rejoin had been decided for him. With great bounding leaps Greene rushed back towards the massive haze of dust and steam hanging over its Master’s confrontation. It plunged head long into the murky mass of air chasing the back of the friend-of-killer, and still picking pieces of caramel from its teeth. By the time it had caught up, Osiris was busy trying to stomp the young saiyan into a wheelchair. Greene waited a few seconds until the way was cleared. A bright light of Ki flashed out from the seam along its head just before splitting open to let a volley of acid bursts fly towards the friend-of-killer’s head and shoulders. It was a pretty harsh conditioner, but sometimes early onset balding could be a blessing in disguise . . . so much less hassle. Still so much gooey residue left over on his teeth though. It tasted great, but was utterly frustrating as the saibaman tried to refocus himself on the battle. A jet of blue flames came pouring out of its maw on a path set to engulf the saiyan. Even more steam surged into the air as the fire evaporated the muddy landscape it fell upon. The attack subsided after a few moments only to leave a strangely dry patch of earth among the newly formed marsh. Pursing the lime lips, Robert spit out a glop of blackened spittle. The bitter taste of ash was such a nasty contrast against the sweet taste of Snickers. Remembering the few bites of the second candy bar, the green monster held what was left out towards Osiris. A pensive smile slightly curved his lips as it waited anxiously to see if the peace offering would be accepted as forgiveness for the prolonged absence. The only response the gesture elicited was a hard glance out of the corner of the Master’s violet eye. Greene snapped back to his fighting stance fully understanding what was expected. The Snicker’s remnants flung through the air aimed to bounce harmlessly off Gohan’s body. It was a strange gesticulation, but the Pallor Lord accepted it with a tinge of admiration. The little bio-plant-man was odd, but sometimes odd was just the thing needed to win.
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| Bardock | Jun 11 2013, 08:36 PM Post #23 |
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ADBZ's AoE OG
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The enraged Saiyan warrior looked on as his attacks were made completely useless. Frustration set it and he saw red. Long, drawn out battles hardly ever ended in his favor, so he preferred a quick, messy fight; blood, bone and guts everywhere as fast as possible. The warrior with the weird visor thing was going down and somehow, Kakarot knew that he knew it. It was just a matter of time. Time that was always against a Cosmic Lord. This is just another challenge on the road to supremacy. Before he knew it, the ground beneath him shook once again. He kept his eye on his clever opponent the entire time, not realizing what was actually happening at first. Then, a chunk of rock smashed into his right shoulder, followed by smaller chunks hitting him all over. It was a minor nuisance, but a nuisance nonetheless. What pleased Kakarot in a way that was difficult to describe was what his opponent was doing next. With the combination of the young warrior's telekinetic force and debris, Kakarot was being pushed forward, straight into his opponent. "Come to da---," he began. An overhead sword strike came down, nearly catching Kakarot's forehead. He crossed his wrists over each other with his palms up and managed to absorb the worst of the blow. He dug his feet deeper into the ground until the fighter finished his strike and prepared another. A blue streak of energy released from his opponent's sword far too close for comfort. Had it not been for Chaos' constant reminders of what an expert sword fighter is capable of, Kakarot might have truly been worried. Instead, he braced himself as he continued to move forward to close the small distance that was left. Once the blue streak collided with the arm that he used to keep it from hitting his face, it seemed that time froze for a moment. The energy pushed against an invisible forced on his skin, battling to get through and harm him. With ease, the Cosmic Butcher focused his own energy into bending the will of the blue streak itself, altering its intended purpose from its creator. I guess I'm fighting fire with fire. With a deep roar, flames erupted from the blue streak before it vanished. It engulfed Kakarot's entire body, giving him the appearance of a man that had barely escaped the fiery clutches of Lucifer himself. In fact, the analogy wasn't all that inaccurate. The Saiyan warrior had indeed met Lucifer in Hell and trained under him. All that he taught would soon be used against everyone that crossed the Cosmic Lord's deadly path. The visor-wearing warrior was the newest in a long line of victims. Close quarters combat. Let's do it. With a deep grunt, Kakarot raised his clasped hands over his head. He dropped them over his opponent's left shoulder, intending to shatter his collar bone and make using his sword as difficult as possible. He gave a brief hiss of pain from the flames covering his target but didn't give in. He dropped another hammer blow down toward his other shoulder, intending to make both of his arms useless. The pure joy he felt in delivering the attacks was well worth the burns he felt over his fists. He knew that the sword wielding warrior would feel the burns just as he did if he was successful with his attacks. Just a little more... He continued his assault by attempting to use his opponent's hopefully shattered body as leverage as he reared his head back. He then viciously threw it forward, attempting to completely smash in the young warrior's face, even through his visor. Once again, Kakarot fought through the pain of being stung by the flames. Throwing his head forward in that way had temporarily disoriented him, but he quickly recovered. Then, he dropped his fists to his sides and crouched low. He pulled back his right fist before sending it forcefully toward his opponent's midsection. The force from the uppercut send the Saiyan warrior off his feet, hopefully bringing his opponent up with him. There was only so much of a beating one could take, and hopefully the young warrior realized it. It's almost over. Once he touched back down to the ground, Kakarot went to get a hold on the young warrior's shoulders again for leverage. With immense force, he sent his right knee up toward the youth's midsection, directly over where he had sent his uppercut a moment ago. If the young warrior's will wasn't broken, his body would be soon enough. No one was invincible.
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| Pierce | Jun 12 2013, 03:56 AM Post #24 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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Oi KC, can we have a damage report with the next RP award? You didn't post one last time so everyone's still sitting at 90% vitality. Especially for Osiris, because I imagine he's kind of fucked after blocking a finisher that's specialty is...still doing large damage when blocked. :l It was a trap, and Gohan knew it as soon as he sensed Osiris’ movement. But at that point he was too late, and a cutting sensation in his side informed him that he had been hit shortly before his feet gave way. The Super Saiyan fell on the ground and lay there for a moment. He recognised this feeling, and remembered being nailed by a Stun Grenade. It was humiliating lying there in the dirt, unable to move, but it was about to get worse and Gohan didn’t know it. The sounds of thunder rolled through the battlefield before the rain picked up again, a swarm of droplets very quickly forming around Gohan and turning the substance he was lying on into mud. The water was somewhat refreshing and, just as he was about to move again, Gohan was pinned to the ground as Osiris slammed into him from above. On the ground, getting his spine stomped; you didn’t get much lower than this. The boot crushing his bones was lifted, but not a second of relief was allowed before it shot down again, landing on the same spot for an even more intense feeling. He was hit one more time, this one with both feet, before Gohan had a chance to get up. He clawed into the mud, using it as a grip to let himself move safely into a crouching position, and from there he stood. The smoke surrounding him and Osiris had faded a while ago, giving the Psychic Master plenty of time to become aware of the Saibaman raring to open fire on him. As Robert Greene’s head split open another burst of acid fired out, sailing towards him. “Woah!” Gohan jumped off his feet to the left, letting the many shots of green liquid splash into mud. The attack was followed up by a blast of flames which Gohan raised two arms in front of himself to stop. He was not, however, strong enough to stop the final attack from his two foes…a thrown candy bar? Gohan watched as the half-eaten Snickers collided with him and then fell harmlessly to the ground, becoming covered in mud as it hit the ground. What. The rain died off once again as the Super Saiyan quickly inspected his armor. It had been taking beatings for him throughout this whole fight, and was now effectively in pieces. One of the shoulder straps was missing as were several plates, and jagged pieces were pointing out in all kinds of directions. Resolving that he wasn’t getting any more protection from his body armor Gohan removed it, grabbing it by the one remaining shoulder strap and pulling it off of him. The torso and arms sections of his jumpsuit underneath were also scratched up and cracked in places, causing large portions to fall off here and there. He stood there for a moment, watching Osiris, knowing that charging in again would do nothing. He wanted to fight at range, hm? Very well. There were large rocks on either side of Gohan, each at least a metre cubed in area. The two of them, seemingly of their own accord, lifted into the air and launched themselves towards Osiris at incredible speed. One after the other. The Psychic Master finished up by raising his hand and firing a few more shots at Osiris to follow after the rocks. Surely, after the damage he had done, it was just a matter of doing little bits of damage until one of them ended up being the final blow. Word Count: WC: 593 TWC: 4,121 Actions: 1. Dodge teh acids 0.7% 2. Dodge moar acids 0.7% 3. Block teh fires 0.7% 4. Telekinetic Mastery @ Osiris 0.7% 5. Telekinetic Mastery @ Osiris 0.7% Tac. Energy Repeater 0.7% Free. Lose Crits at some point Ki: Ki Used: 4.2% Total Ki Used: 43.2% Stamina Drain: 27,575 Currently Affected By: None Current Stats: Power Level: 216,816/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 35,600 Speed: 35,808 Toughness: 37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 7,273/34,848 Vitality: 29,039/33,378 Determination: 841 Charisma: 297 Intelligence: 1,535 Damage Modifiers: 14% Damage Resistance from Armor 5% Extra Damage to enemy from scanner Equipped Items: Damaskian Combat Armor Mark IV Mark IV Combat Helmet (Mark II Scouter, Eye Shield, Combat Recorder, Technique Scanner, Martial Arts Databse, Bio-Scanner) Thieves Gloves/Interlock/Runic Blaster Prepared Items: Bag of Sensu Beans 3/4 Faerie Dust Panacea Status Field Generator Potion Energizer (used) Orbital Lazerz (used) Stasis Grenade (taken by osiris) Bag of Sensu Beans 4/4 (taken from kakarot) Move Counts: Counters Remaining @ Osiris: 1 (6 total) Bonus Counters: 5 Speed Teleports Remaining: 4 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 6 Deflects Remaining: 1 Kiais Remaining: 0 Resiliences Remaining: 2 ITs Remaining: 1 Telepathies Remaining: 2 Telekinetic Masteries Remaining: 0 Teleports Remaining: 1 Runic Blasts Remaining: 0 Energy Repeater Shots Remaining: 0 Invisible Jumping Remaining: 2 Steals Remaining: 0 |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jun 12 2013, 02:36 PM Post #25 |
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The Janitor
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Aww, fuck. In truth, there were a number of thoughts that went through the human's head as he found himself charging a flame covered Goku. But considering all of them were coming up with negative outcomes for him, the final consensus in his mind was his succinct mental swear. It was only through a decade of experience and pain that Yume didn't hesitate to enter combat range, despite the likelihood of being fried to a literal crisp. He didn't want to think about what would've happened if he'd stopped on the spot. Fighters like Goku would've taken advantage of the lapse in an instant. Besides that, a part of me really wants to see what happens when two people using this technique collide. He wasn't kidding himself though. Although he was faster than the older fighter, the fact remained that Goku was far more resilient than he was. Even with the control he had over his current form, he was still acutely aware of his constantly depleting reserves. If he was going to try this sort of fight, he was going to need to make every shot count without losing his advantage in speed. With that thought in mind, his stance shifted as he reached punching distance, ready to dance with the saiyan that looked like the devil himself, fiery waves of crimson pressing against white. He skipped on his feet, left forearm raised with a loose fist in a hybrid boxing stance. His opponent made the first move, Yume blasting to the right with a hop-skip as Goku's flaming arms cleaved through the air to his left in a telegraphed hammer first. The youth reflexively drew his left arm behind his back, feeling the heat from the saiyan's aura licking at his flesh. However, the tiny hiss that left his opponent's lips let him know that his own aura wasn't ineffective. I just have to endure through the pain better than he does..... Although the incentive was positive, the idea of him being able to withstand more pain than a saiyan was banished as quickly as the second hammer fist that was currently being drawn back over and behind Goku's head. The man's attitude to pain was clear to see through his fighting style. A devastating style of relentless and powerful blows, easy to evade but near impossible to counter against without serious risk. It was truly a style for a user with no regards for their own body. For those who could find the points to counter at though... Yume's aura flared as he saw his chance. With a burst of speed, he managed to surge into the air just above the saiyan's reared arms with a sudden flip. Inverting himself, he propelled himself downwards with a burst of flight, his forearms crossed in front of his face as they slammed against Goku's still rising hammer fist. Had the saiyan already been in the midst of his swing, the youth would've probably found himself with fractured forearms. As it was, the half-power attack still sent a jarring sensation through his upper body. Thankfully, gravity was on his side, giving him the edge. Which was when the sizzling finally reminded him that both of them were surrounded by fire. Although his expression was covered by a visor, he couldn't help but let out a roar of anger and pain. But he refused to close his eyes. Doing so would amplify the burning his forearms were feeling as they continued to force Goku's clenched hands lower behind his back. Nor would he let in before the saiyan did, genetic advantages be damned. With a final roar, the younger warrior tucked his lower half in, bringing his blazing knee to bear as it soared towards the saiyan's face. Whether or not his burning counter had struck became irrelevant to the youth as he hopped back, his tolerance to the fire reaching its limit. Yet it seemed that Goku was completely immune to the mutual suffering from their frenzied melee, coming after him relentlessly. Gritting his teeth, Yume surged forward despite the screaming from his pain receptors, his blackened forearms crossing in front of him to block against the saiyan's unorthodox headbutt. The human's mind went blank for a moment, his motor functions and instincts driving his flame-covered body against the saiyan. They pushed his burned arms harder into his opponent's face, wanting to inflict as much debilitating pain as was currently being piled upon him. His chest pressed forward despite himself, willing the flames around him to roar and eat at his opponent's flesh. He finally became aware of his mouth opening. Drawing himself back into a pain-riddled consciousness, he screamed out with a trembling roar. "JUST BURN, YOU BASTARD! BURN!" It just happened to be at that moment that Yume felt the flames surrounding him begin to wane. He leaped back in a daze just as the white fires surrounding him vanished entirely. Yet the saiyan's own flames were still burning strongly. Anything the youth considered saying or thinking was firmly thrown aside as he placed all his focus on evading his opponent's attacks. Feinting to the right, he eyed the saiyan cocking his own right fist. With a twisting pivot, he abruptly pushed off the ground to the left in a blur. The spiky-haired fighter's fist blazed a hole through the middle of his lagging coat, soaring into the air with the force of his own swing. Forcefully leaping up, the remainder of his coat was torn to shreds against the saiyan's arm, freeing both of them. He was about to land again when he caught a blazing streak of red arcing upwards towards his chest. With a narrowed gaze, he forcefully kicked down. However his target was not his opponent's rising knee. It was impossible for him to match Goku in sheer leg speed. While his legs were able to propel themselves faster than the saiyan's, he couldn't match the sheer acceleration force when comparing single kicks. So he had aimed for the easier target; his foot adjoined to said knee. Pressing down upon the rising foot, he hissed as the blazing red flames licked at his boot before he pushed himself upwards and above the intended strike, landing a few feet away from the flame-covered warrior. Not a moment after he landed, his aura burst to life in a blaze of white with black sparks before he surged off the ground towards the saiyan again. The earth cratered in his wake, his fists shrouded by a grey flame. As he finally dashed into range of the flaming saiyan, he stepped down hard with his right foot. In conjunction with this, a pillar of solid rock shot upwards from Goku's left side, towards his ribcage. Even as his opponent began to react to the attack from his left flank, Yume's shrouded fist surged towards Goku from the right with a punishing liver blow, shifting his entire weight into the punch. Just as his fist would've entered the blazing field surrounding the saiyan, a blast of energy erupted from his knuckles, piercing the shroud and rewarding the youth with some protection from the fire. His first blow having been dealt, Yume twisted, his weight shifting to pivot on his right foot as his right fist shot downwards to strike at Goku's face with a right cross. There was no room for second guessing himself as he unleashed a second blast of energy through his fist out towards the saiyan's right cheek. I just have to win! ---------------------------------------------------- Actions: 1. Dodge Kakarot@3 + Power Fly (0.6% ki) [FS 1/3][CE: Burn] 2. Counter Kakarot@4 + ST + SA (0.3% ki) [FS 2/3][CE: Burn] 3. Block Kakarot@5 (0.3% ki) [FS 3/3][CE: Burn] 4. Dodge Kakarot@6 (0.3% ki) 5. Block Kakarot@Tactician (0.3% ki) 6. Telekinesis + SA (0.3% ki) 7. Mastered Serafin Punch + Power Fly (3.6% ki) Tactician: Mastered Serafin Punch + Power Fly (3.6% ki) Ki Usage: 9.3% Total Ki Used: 32.3% Stamina Drain: 896 Toxic Rune on Gloves Prepared Items: 8/8 Energizer Stasis Grenade Kunai (2 slots) Runic Blade (4 slots) Weapon Techs: 5/7 Verberation Blade Aura Blade [used] Healing Blade Ki Slash Triple Strike [used] Stats [Battle] (Current): [Hidden Power + Phonic Ray [Speed]] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 75%/169,608 [127,206] Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 75%/84,804 [63,603] Strength: [16,878] ---------->23,773 Speed: [18,618] ---------->25,250 Toughness: [15,562] ---------->21,155 Stamina: [15,734] ---------->20,655 - 896 = 19,759 Vitality: [15,746] ---------->20,117 Determination: 440 Charisma: 347 Intelligence: 2,110 |
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