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| Morgan Syn | Jun 13 2013, 08:01 AM Post #26 |
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RP Bonus goes to Yume. Everyone really stepped up their game in this last series of posts and I couldn't really say one person was better. So I rolled a dice and Yume won. Damage Report is kind of pointless because both of the most damaged fighters used sensu beans, but whatever. FG: 90% Yume: 80% Robert Greene: Osiris: 85% Kakarot: 96% CE Rolls: Whilst they were both on fire, Yume and Kakarot managed to inflict a burn upon the other. Because fuck logic. FG managed to not be burned. EDIT: And because FG feels the need to sook like a bitch, I'll say it here. Osiris' block against the 10x Kamehameha is successful. Osiris will take the delayed damage on his next turn, which I am sure was going to happen anyway. Congratulations on wasting your ruling. |
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| Osiris | Jun 14 2013, 07:41 AM Post #27 |
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These parlor tricks again . . . Osiris eyed the incoming boulders with disdain. The serpentine blade thrust forward as the youth turned into a side stance. With a quick flick of the wrist, the zweihander split the craggy nuisance apart like a key turning in its lock. Both halves of the stone took on new trajectories carrying them away harmlessly. Arm and sword retracted for a repeat performance. A shudder of pain rippled through the Pallor Lord, “what the?!” Muscles locked up with the sudden overload of neural activity. There was simply no time to recover and defend the incoming attack. The boulder rammed into Osiris and shoved him along the murky ground until the muddy ground started to swallow his lower body. In seconds, he was half buried into the Earth with the rocky capstone covering his hips and torso. As much as it hurt to take the blunt of the first impact, it lessened the following bursts of destructive energy. Half a dozen streaks of ki slammed into boulder over, and the ground around the Son of Cauldron. Shards of rock and mud flung through the air as the small blasts detonated. All the while the searing pain continued on like some horribly amplified ache that radiated from within. In every sense, it eclipsed the fresh blows and set the Pallor Lord’s mind racing to find some way to end it. Another latent effect, that saiyan’s ki must have seeped into my flesh when it was bearing down on me. An assault within an assault . . . The dark red glow of foreign ki emitted from underneath ivory scales. Second by second, the pain finally began to wane as the energy left in a painfully slow process of osmosis. Osiris couldn’t wait though, there wasn’t time to just lay on the ground and hope the worst would pass before something else came hurtling at his face. “Is that it?” The words came out from between clenched teeth, “Are you getting tired or something? Was this your grand plan? You thought you could just walk up and mange to pull off what your entire little gang couldn’t do?!” Osiris dragged himself to his feet so that he could look into the saiyan’s eyes: amethyst staring into emerald. Sparks of pure white began to leap off the zweihander still clutched in the youth’s right hand. Each dancing length of energy skittered across the demonic frame before disappearing into the flesh. With each flicker, the color along the blade began to change. “Do you have any idea how many people have come after my life? How many people, just like you, I have put down? You are nothing but an inconvenience!” the Pallor Lord’s voice cracked like thunder over the area. Zar’rock switched back to the youth’s left hand in a gesture made more obvious than it needed to be. Nearly all the wounds across his body had simply closed up and disappeared under the white sparks. All the assaults, all the damage, all the grandstanding . . . it was for nothing. Osiris was feeling zero pain, even after that little lingering trick. “You don’t even know how to kill someone like me,” at the last syllable the swordsman tore off the ground and was rushing in a curving arch around his opponent’s right side. Void of its former pure white, the now black fang of the zweihander lashed out to rip into the saiyan’s upper right arm. As the slash came to its full extension, Osiris shifted his footing around Gohan’s front and stooped himself low. The blade dove in for a stab into the monkey’s belly that would leave him bleeding into his own body. Retracting, both hands gripped onto the weapons hilt as it raised higher into the air. Pressing forward the serpentine blade came falling back down towards the enemy’s left collar bone. Following through with the full motion, the Pallor Lord allowed himself to come down towards the ground with the third swing. It was a convenient maneuver. If the blade struck it would rake across the saiyans entire front, and even if it didn’t it still left him perfectly position. Osiris exploded upawards with Ki pushing him to fantastic speeds. In one elegant motion he was moving faster than he would have otherwise been able to, and it was all for the sake of seeing Gohan’s blood pour out of his sliced torso. It’s not enough. Osiris’ sword arm blurred into motion again so fast, for a second, it seemed as though there were two separate Zweihander’s trying to cut a single mark into pieces. The blows were perfectly symmetrical. Each one was aimed to cut from shoulder to opposite hip in a connecting diagonal. Throughout the whole thing he was still pressing forwards, still trying to force his enemy to give ground. Slip, trip, fall, misstep, or even just get pummeled under the onslaught . . . the Pallor Lord was going to force his foe’s guard to break, one way or another. When it finally happened, it wouldn’t be a beautiful thing or something to raise cheer over. Just a short brutal end to an otherwise pointless struggle, that’s all it would be. Robert was finally back into the full swing of his faithful companion role. With his Master pressing forward, the small saibaman had circled back around the friend-of-killer. The little monstrosity mimicked a wasp darting in and out over a victim to continually sting without remaining stationary and vulnerable. Mud flew under its clawed feet which dug small trenches with each stride. The talons covering its fingers though were not in the business of such harmless cutting though. Three times it drove in, and three times it lashed out with strong slashes across the back of Gohan’s knees. Both arms pumped with quick speed trying to strike the vulnerable tendons responsible for moving the lower legs. Six blows, three for each leg: they may not have been overly powerful, but they would still propose the chance of buckling a knee at precisely the wrong time.
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| Pierce | Jun 16 2013, 04:58 AM Post #28 |
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“An interesting suggestion from someone who is currently half-buried in mud, struggling to crawl to his feet. Sorry, continue?”
Gohan remained silent. Osiris spoke more words after these, but the Super Saiyan was beyond listening. His foe didn’t seem the fight to stop the fight entirely for a speech, so his assault would surely be resuming soon. Might as well be ready for it. Sure enough, Osiris moved into a dash and in a moment was at Gohan’s side. He raised his sword in a slash for the boy’s right arm only to have his blade cut through air; the Psychic Master ducked before the blade could strike him, leaving him clear of the first attack. As he stood back to his normal height, however, he foolishly failed to notice the blade now positioned in front of him, going in for a stab. “Agh!” Gohan shouted as his skin was lightly pierced, allowing blood to stain his undershirt. He staggered backwards, but not far away enough to be out of the range of Osiris’ third attack. With his finesse temporarily lost the Half Saiyan could do nothing but clumsily dive to the ground to his right, leaving him clear of the third attack and the following upswing. Something told him the offense was not over and so Gohan rolled to the side, onto his back and then again to return to his original position, lying on his stomach. This moved him half a metre away from his original position which was good because, in a moment, that original position was marked by an X in where a blade had seemingly struck twice. If he had been a bit slower, Gohan would’ve found that mark on his back instead of in the dirt. With a quick roll the boy was back on his feet, but the Saibaman’s assault wasn’t over even if Osiris’ was. Several times it drove in and struck him in the back of the knees, and several times Gohan threatened to fall over again. But as he took stab after stab, feeling he would give in at any moment. But finally, after a few painful seconds, the attack was over and the Super Saiyan still stood. Gohan turned to face the little green freak, starting to realize how much of a threat it could be. Perhaps not on its own, no, but as an offensive support it was very useful. Keeping this in mind he turned his back on Osiris, dashing away to grapple the little fiend. Word Count: WC: 419 TWC: 4,540 Actions: 1-3. Partial Dodge Triple Strike 2.1% 4. Dodge Ultra Slash 0.7% 5. Dodge Vast Cross 0.7% Tac. Grapple Saibaman 0.7% Ki: Ki Used: 4.2% Total Ki Used: 47.6% Stamina Drain: 29,343 Currently Affected By: None Current Stats: Power Level: 213,968/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 35,600 Speed: 35,808 Toughness: 37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 5,505/34,848 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: 5 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 16 2013, 03:09 PM Post #29 |
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A deafening boom rippled through the air as Yume's shots struck true against the saiyan, his opponent crumpling onto the ground like a house of disturbed cards. The youth merely glanced at his fists in a daze, before eyeing Goku's downed form with an incredulous expression of disbelief. How the heck did I hit him? Shaking his disbelief aside, he descended upon the saiyan with a lightning-fast motion, his fists together in a hammer blow as he swung at the saiyan's exposed throat. The blow connected without fail, the older fighter not putting up a modicum of resistance against the strike. He willed his opponent's throat to give way, pressing down with as much strength as he could, feeling the edges of Goku's voicebox straining against his skin. However, it was all too soon before the force behind his strike had dissipated, the human leaping back out of swinging range. As welcoming that the hopeful thoughts of having knocked the saiyan out were, the youth knew better than to put his trust in such fleeting expectations. He believed in his own ability above all else, and his belief told him that such a shot wouldn't put Goku out of the fight. That being said, why did he not block my last two punches? He had me on the ropes before he just... A fourth energy signature bursting to life interrupted Yume's train of thought, alerting the youth to the saibaman having rejoined the battle against Gohan near the lake. With a sigh, he walked back to where he had left his sword, pulling it effortlessly out of the earth before giving the blade a sharp swing. The dirt encrusted upon the sword's edge pelted the ground sharply in the wake of his swing, being blasted off by its force. As much as he wanted to help his acquaintance in an unfair battle of odds, he had a feeling Goku just wasn't just going to leave him alone. He flicked his blade around with a twirl, sliding it into the sheath over his shoulder with a practiced ease. Sparks of energy began flickering in and out of existence around his for as he finally brought his full power to bear, the ground cracking under the force of his energy. As his muscles swelled in size, he flinched as his burned skin stretched, aggravating his injuries. Yet as tempted as he was to alleviate the pain, he knew his current state would be more accepting of any further pain than if he decided to heal himself now. Soon enough, the pins and needles sensation was replaced by a sense of tranquility, feeling as though he had just finished the average human's equivalent of a warm-up jog. He could feel the re-awakened strength and power in his limbs, flexing them experimentally. It's been a while since I've gone to this level of power. I should save THAT for if I'll really need it though... All too soon, the invigorating sensation had ended, leaving Yume with his full power at the ready. Crouching slightly, he leaned forward before pushing off the ground towards the recovering Goku. There was an invisible pulse of force in the wake of his step that rippled through the air behind him. It was then that the ground behind the visor-wearing fighter exploded into clumps of dirt that scattered into the sky. With a running leap, he lashed out at the saiyan with a rising kick to the chest. As his foot streaked towards Goku's form, he released a burst of energy out through his toes with a cry... "DETONATE!" The air between the two fighters exploded, a majority of its force funneled into the older saiyan due to the directional force of the younger fighter's kick. Hoping to catch him off guard, Yume glared forward through his visor before projecting a burst of ki at point-blank range. Whatever smoke that had been obscuring the spiky-haired saiyan in the wake of the explosion was blasted clear by an unseen ripple of energy as it streaked towards him. Dropping to the ground, Yume slammed his palms onto the earth before concentrating on the area behind the saiyan. With a focused burst of mental will, the earth behind the defending saiyan rippled upwards in the form of a serrated set of spikes that speared upwards towards his spine. Clasping his hands together, Yume then willed the earth on either side of Goku to rise up before slamming together in an attempt to crush the saiyan in the manner of a trash compactor. Which just leaves up. Yume's hands were shrouded by two orbs of darkness, pulsing around his clenched fists. Finally spotting his wayward quarry, he twisted his hands so that they were inverse to each other before forcefully meshing the two orbs of energy together. The identical orbs pulsed and warped, clashing against each other before swirling around each other to form a vibrating ball of inky black between his hands. He only allowed himself one moment to channel the Kaioken, his body straining with the added force of energy beyond his current maximum before flashing towards Goku in a red blur. Appearing in front of the saiyan, he thrust his hands out, the now red and black orb blazing out from in front of his chest towards the saiyan. His hands still outstretched, he began firing off dark pulses of ki in the wake of his first bomb, sending a set of four orbs of ki streaking after Goku before eyeing the other fight and firing off another pair of blasts, one seeking the Saibaman currently locked in battle with Gohan and the other at its master. That's all the help you're getting from me until the fight with your father's over, thought Yume, one arm extended in a fist, the other at his waist as he settled into a fighting stance. It wouldn't do to abandon all forms of defence, after all. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Actions: Stun. SA on Kakarot (CE: Toxic) (0.3%) 1. Power Up (-24.7%) 2. Mastered Dynamite Kick (3.3%) 3. Kiaiho (3.8%) [Speed: 52,026] 4. Telekinesis + SA (0.3%) 5. Telekinesis + SA (0.3%) Tactician: Kaioken x1 + Second Wave (1.4% ki/vit) + Bukujutsu (Speed: 28,992) Fusion Ball @Kakarot (10%) [PL: 208,780] Mastered Energy Dan: 4 (DR4) at Kakarot, 1 (DR4) at Robert Greene and 1 (DR4) at Osiris (7%) Free: Crush Stance Ki Usage: 26.7% (1.7%) Total Ki Used: 34% Stamina Drain: 3,396 Currently Subject to CE: Burn 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]][RP Bonus] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 169,608 > [168,900] Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 84,804 > [84,450] Strength: [16,878] ---------->23,773 [24,962] Speed: [18,618] ---------->25,250 [26,513] Toughness: [15,562] ---------->21,155 [22,213] Stamina: [15,734] ---------->19,759 > [16,363] (*0.9) Vitality: [15,746] ---------->20,117 > 19,916 [20,912] (*0.9) Determination: 440 Charisma: 347 Intelligence: 2,110 |
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| Bardock | Jun 17 2013, 03:05 AM Post #30 |
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What happened? Pain clouded Kakarot's senses for a moment, making it difficult to piece together how he was unable to defend himself properly. If there was something wrong with his cybernetic wiring, all Hell would break loose when he next saw Ai. In the meantime, he had to come to his senses and put the young warrior in his place. But first, he had to get up. Shaky from being thrown into across the many craters scattered across the battlefield, he managed to crack a twisted smile. Yes. Yes... As he lay on his back, he looked at his chest where a large bruise had formed. His smile quickly faded and transformed into a beastly grin. Eyes narrowed as he quickly shot to his feet, he scanned the battlefield from his new vantage point further from the thick of battle. There was no time to check on Osiris' condition with the sword wielding warrior continuing to use his Jedi Mind Tricks to manipulate the earth they fought on. Still groggy and in pain, he was in no condition to move away at the moment. This is going to hurt, he thought as he tucked his head into his chest and used his muscular arms to protect some of his most vital areas. The earth closed in on him, threatening to pierce his skin until they broke from the hardened warrior's tough skin. It would take more than dirt spikes to penetrate a Saiyan's body. Once the earthen tomb crumbled, shit was going to get real. After another moment of being poked and smothered, Kakarot pushed outward with his arms to break free. Son of a bitch. He took in a deep breath, prepared to mount an attack of his own. This 'do-gooder' is tearing his own planet up just as bad as anyone else. I like his style. Before he could settle into an effective stance, the visor-wearing warrior nearly got the best of him. Rather than take the dark energy attack head on, the Saiyan warrior leaned and landed flat on his back with a hard thud as the dark beam charged over his body. He felt the heat of the attack wash over his unprotected upper body and quickly held his breath. until the beam had completely passed. What am I doing? He felt like a complete ass for not rolling to either side and away from the beam and instantly regretted it. He barely got a single hand up and to his right side to quickly fire off four crimson orbs of ki to meet with his opponent's own attack. They collided with a resounding boom and filled the air with smoke. Now! While the veil of smoke was still floating between the two warriors, Kakarot kept his hand extended and willed one of his many battle toys to appear as needed. Within an instant, he held a dark blue grenade. He pressed the orange button on its side and rolled it quickly in the general direction of where he last saw his opponent. Then, he rolled off to his left and shot up to his feet. The fight was losing its appeal, frustrating the Cosmic Butcher. "No more tricks!" he called out. His aura danced wildly over his skin as his frustration over his own tactical failures came crashing over him once again. He had somehow let his opponent get the best of him, yet he didn't go for the kill. Anyone that knew who Kakarot was would surely have taken great pleasure in having the opportunity to finish him off. Why not this guy? It was a question that would have to be put aside. There was work to be done and blood to be spilled. With great effort, Kakarot dashed forward with all that he could muster and sent his right elbow toward his opponent's teeth. By the end of the fight, he would either be toothless or have nearly every bone in his body shattered. Once he had followed through with his elbow smash, he reached for the young warrior's ankle and with a loud yell, tried to swing him as high into the air as he could. In a blur of speed, he vanished and reappeared at his opponent's back and sent two bone-shattering punches toward his kidneys. The excitement he was feeling was once again indescribable. His ups and downs during battle spoke volumes about his mental state, which he may or may not address at a future date. In the meantime, he went around and reached for his opponent's head, throwing his own toward the young warrior's right temple. Kakarot's head spun for a moment, but he quickly recovered and ascended higher for momentum leading into his next attack. He rapidly descended, seemingly in and out of existence in a white blur before going feet first toward his target's face. He let loose a loud battle cry with each vicious bicycle kick he attempted against his target's nose, mouth and forehead. He was going for the kill and if the young warrior was still alive and willing to continue, the Cosmic Butcher would have to show him how he got his title.
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| Morgan Syn | Jun 17 2013, 09:00 AM Post #31 |
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| Osiris | Jun 18 2013, 02:40 AM Post #32 |
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The galaxy was filled with predators; countless being just waiting for an opportunity to tear down their favorite prey and feast upon it. Sentient creatures always seemed to think they were different somehow though, as if they had transcended this simple truth of nature. Avalonians are noble warriors, Keliouxians are brilliant masters, Saiyans are pride filled fighters, and even Changelings see themselves as great conquerors and businessmen: just a thousand different ways to say predator. Osiris didn’t feel these delusions, didn’t need to hide behind titled pretense. Predator. The word rang through Osiris’ mind as he flashed forward with the force of every muscle fiber twitching in a synchronized instant. Mud hung in the air over the spot he had formerly been. With such a sudden acceleration, most of the muck simply couldn’t keep its clinging hold on the demonic figure. There was barely a measureable amount of time before the Cosmic Lord crossed the few yards and reappeared empty handed – a short chase. The Pallor Lord’s face was set into a feral expression as both his arms came up to secure double hooks under the prey’s armpits. He focused all his attention on keeping proper form and ensuring his opponent wouldn’t have enough time to react. It was a hard balance to strike, but hours upon endless hours of training had lead up to this moment. Keeping both elbows tucked into his opponent’s sides as much as possible, Osiris attempted to lock up the Saiyan’s shoulders into a Full Nelson. Interlocking his fingers, the youth would crank down on the other man’s neck while arching his own back. Not only would this keep his opponent from having full balance by lifting the man up, but it would provide the maximum leverage to potentially break cervical vertebra under the pressure, or hyperextend the ligaments and muscles. Such a simple and effective joint hold – especially when your prey is dull enough to turn their back on you. Predators, the slight change in the word reverberated with a certain profoundness for the demonic vessel. Robert Greene darted in again with his wasp tactics. That same voracious glint in his eyes lit up, echoing its Master. With its clawed fingers pressed together in the rough shape of a knife, the saibaman targeted the knees slightly differently this time. The focused blows came in at angles as they attempted to strike the outside of the knees caps. The little green creature ran in, japing at the left knees twice and then veering off before potentially being kicked. Circling around the same attack struck out at the right knee. Once more the pesky monstrosity kept the assault flowing naturally without unnecessary delays. While its own little mind did not fully understand the reasoning for attacking the friend-of-killer in such a way, Osiris had taught it to do such with very clear intentions. It was another way to keep an opponent off balance, panicked, and unable to shrug off the clench. All the while Osiris was not simply trying to maintain the vise like hold, he was initiating the next step in the plan. Ki surged into his arms and began to emanate from his interlocked hands. Malicious power formed into small, condensed orbs of violet and crimson destruction. The Pallor Lord was about to decapitate his enemy via disintegration. By leaps and bounds, the two orbs grew and threatened to wrap around and thus engulf the saiyans skull. Where the two orbs touched one another they merged, shifting into an even more dangerous energy which refused to give off any light – it only wanted to devour. Moment by moment the sphere of conjoined Ki grew more destructive, larger, and inevitably closer to the hue of death itself. If Gohan didn't manage to pull free, or otherwise escape the hold . . . his entire body would be chewed apart by the Cosmic Lord’s completed Fusion Ball. Even if the former was somehow the case, the attack would not go wasted. Osiris would chase down his escaped prey and let loose the devastation one way or another, even if it had to be slightly less tactical in nature. A bomb to the face, is a bomb to the face no matter how you change the circumstances after all. Kakarot had once told the younger Cosmic Lord there was no such thing as overkill, he took that lesson to heart. With a scorpion kick, Osiris’ heel caught the guard of Zar’rock positioned in the ground just behind him. The Full Nelson had likely been broken either by struggle, or insertion of Fusion Ball. Regardless, the onslaught would not stop there. Reaching back, the Son of Cauldron grasped at the hilt of his sword just as it came up behind his shoulder. In another frenzy of movement, the serpentine zweihander lashed out in a X formation once more. Back, chest . . . whichever broadside the swordsman could reach first and do the most damage upon was his target. It was a simple attack compared to what was coming at the Saiyan next. Leveling the blade parallel to the ground, the Pallor Lord gripped onto the weapon with both hands. The demonic vessel’s body blurred into a hazy half circle of motion around Gohan. Seemingly all at once, seven black blades lunged violently for their marks, each from a different direction: on either side a sword point attempted to sink in-between ribs and pierce both lungs, another set of symmetrical thrusts drove downward towards thighs. The final three appeared more sporadically placed, though the aim was still fatal: a stab to the throat, the heart, and finally the gut . . .assuming these things had managed to survive this long. With the seven deadly attacks sent, Osiris shot backwards to rest his tired shoulders. Between putting his full might into the Nelson Hold, and the exaggerated speed of the sword strikes . . . the muscles were surely filled with lactic acid. As soon as he was backed away though, the youth could feel the shadows covering over his body once more. Their ethereal forms massaged his physique and fed energy back into the demonic vessel. The Pallor Lord existed in a perpetual twilight, a place where he thrived - the place he hunted best.
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| Pierce | Jun 19 2013, 03:26 AM Post #33 |
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Gohan wasn’t sure what exactly happened, but before he could reach the Saibaman he was grabbed from behind and lifted somewhat into the air. It hurt. In a moment the Saibaman was joining in, taking scratches at the Half Saiyan’s knees. That hurt as well. But neither of these attacks hurt at all compared to what happened next. Somehow, even while holding the Half Saiyan, Osiris somehow managed to charge ki in both hands. One red and one purple. Didn’t seem so bad. But then they grew. They both grew, increasing in size more and more until they began to combine together, threatening to crush the Half Saiyan. As this happened Gohan squirmed and kicked around, but was having no effect. He knew his death was coming. He could feel the energy on him, gaining in heat and intensity, threating to rip him apart. But he knew this couldn’t be it. His death wouldn’t just be him stuck there, consumed by someone else’s ki. Fuck that. “NO!” He yelled. In a rush of speed he vanished from sight, reappearing metres behind Osiris. The blast was released from the hands containing it and streaked off into the sky, not harming the Super Saiyan. Gohan merely watched, in too much pain to feel victory. Watched his doom floated away before exploding. To say he was no longer in danger would be laughable, however. In an instant there was a deep cutting down his back as the Super Saiyan felt Osiris striking again with his sword. With a nice X marking his back and similar marks all over his body, Gohan quickly turned to face his enemy. As he did, however, he found a lot more than one enemy. A group of seven Osirises were now surrounding him, all with an equally sharp blade. Obviously this was some sort of trick, but that did not mean these blades wouldn’t do real damage. The Super Saiyan bent his knees as the many enemies began their approach, knowing this would require incredible timing. Super Saiyans were good at many things, and strategically timing movements in battle was one of them. Slightly before any of the blades would pierce his skin Gohan flew upwards, his jump taking him metres into the air where the many strikes for his most vital organs would strike nothing but empty space. His leap came to an end quickly and the boy immediately began to fall back down, but by the time he had returned to his spot on the ground, the illusion had faded. It was back to just the one Osiris. There was a single second of peace before Gohan struck, and as it ended he was already in motion. With a shout the boy had launched is arm forward, and out of it went a blast of telekinetic force. Enough to knock Osiris back, hopefully. With another shout and another arm thrust he had thrown together a second wave of force from his second arm. Next, Gohan leapt into the air, moving forward to close the distance he had just created between him and Osiris. As he landed roughly right in front of the enemy the Psychic Master shot downwards with both arms, hitting the ground to create an incredible shockwave that would send not just Osiris, but anything that dared to be caught in a nearby radius, flying back a large distance. The ground around him cracked and broke up as Gohan did this, and several rocks flew up into the sky. Taking advantage of the destruction he took hold of these loosened shards of Earth, throwing them all forward towards his enemy with the pure power of his mind. Word Count: WC: 613 TWC: 5,213 Actions: 1. ST Dodge Osiris Fusion Ball 0.7% 2. Dodge Kuzu Ryu Sen or whatever 0.7% 3. Telekinesis 0.7% 4. Telekinesis 0.7% 5. Telekinesis 0.7% Tac. Telekinesis 0.7% Ki: Ki Used: 4.2% Total Ki Used: 51.8% Stamina Drain: 31,111 Currently Affected By: None Current Stats: Power Level: 209,754/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 35,600 Speed: 35,808 Toughness: 37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 3,737/34,848 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: 3 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 5 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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| Morgan Syn | Jun 19 2013, 05:32 AM Post #34 |
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RP Award goes to Kakarot. Seems like everyone is getting bored with this battle, because everyone's RP was pretty difficult to follow. Kakarot was the best of a bad bunch in this respect. Yume's Energy Dan. The way it was RP'd looked like energy spam and I couldn't really see how you managed to actually aim it at Osiris and Robert Greene. Kakarot fired an Energy Dan of his own to cancel out the bit you shot at him, but didn't aim the last two blasts at all (the tech description says that six blasts are fired). Since they are all blasts, and all were fired at pretty much the same time, I am ruling that the explosion created by the initial blasts colliding took out both subsequent blasts from Yume and Kakarot. In future, Yume, I would suggest that you RP identifying the targets before you fire the attack so that what you are trying to do is able to be understood. Had you done that this time, the attacks against Osiris and Greene would have been successful. Osiris' charged Fusion Ball and FG's dodge. I'm just going to say it plainly, the RP sucked. You didn't make any mention at all of how you got out of Osiris' grip, you just said that you did it. But I am taking stats into account as well as RP, so I am ruling a partial dodge of the Fusion Ball. Consider yourself lucky that you got that much. The dodge of the Kuzu Ryu Sen was better and was successful. Damage Report. FG: 76% Yume: 80% Robert Greene: 100% Osiris: 71% Kakarot: 82% |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jun 20 2013, 12:29 AM Post #35 |
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"Tricks? What tricks? When the hell did I try to trick you?" shouted Yume indignantly in response to the angered saiyan, his aura flaring wildly around him. He wasn't rewarded with a reply... Not verbally, anyway. A small metallic orb rolled through the smoke towards him. The youth eyed the device with a morbid expression. "Isn't that a..." was all he managed to say before being coated in an exploding wave of freezing air. The sudden chill was almost too much for him to deal with as he stiffly observed the incoming saiyan. He gritted his teeth, vibrating his body forcefully before shifting to the side violently. Even before Goku's elbow had entered striking range, the youth had noted the raised angle of the limb. It was far too high for a blow to the chest, suggesting a blow to his throat or face. With the linear path the saiyan was taking towards him, it would've been almost too easy for the human to slip his head to the side before dashing to the right in a blur. As it was, he barely avoided the blow aimed for his face as the saiyan's elbow thrust fired forth to hit nothing but the displaced air in the wake of Yume's sidestep. "You're going to have to do better than...." started the youth before feeling a hand grasp his frozen ankle. His eyes skirted down to the trapped limb to spot the saiyan's other arm having snagged him during the pass. He could only give an awkward smile in the moments before he was violently thrown in the air with a powerful jerk. Although he couldn't right his motion, he could still trace the saiyan's movements. Forcefully craning his head, he looked down to where he'd been thrown from, only to find no trace of him. The sudden appearance of his energy level from behind was the only warning Yume had before he found himself forcefully halted in mid-flight. The source being two fists firmly planted on either side of his lower back behind his kidneys. It didn't help that he'd been travelling upwards in response to the blow, only compounding the agony he felt, a mixed trail of saliva and blood escaping his lips. Dimly aware of a hand reaching to twist him into a spin, his world erupted in pain as a blow slammed into his visor from the right upon his temple. He was semi-aware of the cracked screen on the right half of his display before the world became a spinning menagerie of blurred images. Another blow forced his head snapping back before more pain rebounded everywhere through his body. It seemed as though it were an eternity before Yume weakly opened his eyes, only to find darkness. He weakly blinked, only to be welcomed with the same image. With a grunt, he weakly reached to his face, sliding the broken visor upwards off his face. As he slowly regained awareness of the world around him, the pain in his back returned, being aggravated by the dirt seeping into his wounds. I was just getting comfortable too... The unmasked youth slowly got to his feet, letting out a hacking cough before arching his chest out. He was rewarded for his efforts with a loud series of cracks that left him wobbling on the spot. For a moment he was tempted to fall, before his violet eyes caught side of the figure responsible for the pain he was in. Work through the pain. Had he deigned to look at his reflection in the lake a few feet behind him, he would've wondered how it was that he couldn't feel the cuts and bruises that marred the sides of his face and his cheeks from where the saiyan's boots had left their mark. Thankfully the visor had been thick enough for the kicks to strike against it, shielding his nose. Not that Yume even knew at this point that it had been a kick to the face. He was more concerned with resolving his lightheaded state of mind. At least the grenade helped with those burns, thought the youth absentmindedly. His one positive thought was cast aside by an overwhelming desire to give the saiyan in front of him as good of a beating as he could give. With a fluid flick, he abruptly pegged a grenade of his own at the saiyan as hard as he could, the device detonating and unleashing its contents. The edges of the blue mist sifted over the lakeside nearby, freezing the surface solid. With a violent stomp, Yume ascended into the air in a burst of energy. Forcing his body into a violent spin with his ki, he halted his motion directly above the saiyan and the evaporating remains of his grenade. Channeling his ki into the winds being generated around him, he willed his life's energy downwards into a growing helix of scything destruction of freezing winds that tore at the saiyan below. And now that he's trapped... Lightning crackled to life around his body as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. With a deep roar, Yume began gathering his power, feeling it rise to the surface as he held it within the pores of his skin, ready to be unleashed. Sensing the other battle raging below, he managed to send one telepathic thought to the half-saiyan below. Gohan, either get ready or get out. NOW! "THIS ENDS HERE!" roared Yume, thrusting his hands out. The lightning surrounding his form dissipated as he did so. A weak impulse of air flared from his body immediately afterwards, doing little more than rustling the grass of the fields below. Then everything within a half-mile radius of Yume was scorched to ash as the air was replaced by fire and death, the youth in question at the center of the explosion. ----------------------------------------------------- Actions: 1. Lost to Stasis Grenade (1/2) 2. ST (5/7) + Dodge first SA of Galactic Tyrant (0.3% ki) 3. Stasis Grenade (0.3% ki) 4 + 5. Hyper Tornado Attack + Power Fly (9.2% ki) Tactician: Empowerment + Nuclear Shockwave (DR 8, PL: 218,658, 21.3% ki) [CE: Crush] Ki Usage: 31.1% Total Ki Used: 65.1% Stamina Drain: 3,771 Currently Subject to CE: Burn Toxic Rune on Gloves Prepared Items: 8/8 Energizer Stasis Grenade [used] Kunai (2 slots) Runic Blade (4 slots) Weapon Techs: 5/7 Verberation Blade Aura Blade [used] Healing Blade Ki Slash [used] Triple Strike [used] Stats [Battle] (Current): [Hidden Power + Phonic Ray [Speed]] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 160,778 > 154,136 Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 80,839 > 77,068 Strength: [16,878] ----------> 23,773 Speed: [18,618] ----------> 25,250 Toughness: [15,562] ----------> 21,155 Stamina: [15,734] ----------> 15,545 > 11,774 (*0.85) Vitality: [15,746] ----------> 19,916 (*0.85) Determination: 440 Charisma: 347 Intelligence: 2,110 |
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| Bardock | Jun 20 2013, 02:59 PM Post #36 |
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Lucky bastard. In and out, the Cosmic Butcher breathed as his heart beat rapidly in demand for relaxation. Even with augmented limbs, his body was wearing out. The adrenaline that had come and gone through his numerous dances with death had yet to make a notable return that forced his body to do the things it needed to do in order to claim victory over his opponent. It was always there, but not as it should have been. That needed to change soon. What's he doing now? It appeared that the young warrior had a grenade of his own. As it exploded and washed over the Saiyan warrior, there was a brief moment of relief. The cool air managed to relax his muscles, but it worked a little too well. It temporarily slowed his movements, making the effort of simply lifting his head to follow his opponent's movement more difficult than it should have been. However, once he saw what was coming his way, he was more than ready. As if I've never seen that one before. He took in a cold, deep breath and released his unusual combination of frustration and joy toward the oncoming tornado from above. The force of his icy yell met with the tornado, clashing for superiority on the battlefield. The invisible wall from Kakarot's yell overcame the force of the tornado, scattering its collected contents and making it nothing more than a chilly breeze. Once again Kakarot relished the cool breeze over his aching body. That helped. Now it's my turn. He took to the skies at a forty-five degree angle, keeping his eye on his opponent as he created space between them. It appeared that the young, white haired warrior wasn’t done and more than be alarmed, Kakarot was amused. He had seen Chaos use the very same destructive technique on many occasions, so he knew just how bad things could get. It was always amusing to see some do-gooder who wanted peace on Earth or whatever, end up doing more harm than good. The impressive display of complete disregard for the planet was nothing compared to what Kakarot had seen. Time to move. There was no time to grab Osiris or his little buddy. Kakarot continued his ascent, leaving a blue afterimage in his wake at forty-five degrees. His escape into the sky had barely put him outside of the attack’s range, sending chills up the Cosmic Butcher’s spine. The adrenal fuel he needed had made a full return. It was game over for the young, nosy warrior and the failure half-breed Gohan. As long as the half-breed wasn't disintegrated, he could ask that Osiris take a DNA sample to see why Kakarot had seen two entirely different Gohans in his lifetime. Sobriety from here on out. He dropped from the sky until his opponent was in his sights. Over half a mile away, he locked onto the white-haired warrior and his supposed son, prepared to end their lives. He took off toward them in a blue blur, arms extended outward with his hands open. As he flew over the white-haired warrior, he released a staccato of whizzing, crimson orbs of Ki that seemed to stretch into discs from the sheer velocity with which it was fired. As the trio came within mere inches of their target, they returned to their spherical volleyball size and shape. "Catch!" he yelled, knowing that his opponent wouldn't hear him until it was too late. With his other hand, he released another trio of Ki blasts over Gohan. There were no words to be said to him until he knew for sure that he was in fact attacking the right one. It wouldn't do good to attack a former Cosmic Lord. Then again, what he doing going against Osiris? There were more questions that had to be answered after all was said and done on the battlefield. If Kakarot's attacks struck his targets, the fight would be over soon. There was more work to be done. Just in case... He circled back around toward his first target, making sure that he had not fled or pulled off another frustrating defense. To secure a quicker victory, the Cosmic Lord stretched his arms out wide and focused his energy into manipulating the very air and gravity around the white-haired warrior. With great effort, he felt the gravity field attempting to collapse around his target and trying to crush every bone in his body. Satisfied that he had done enough for the moment, he lowered himself to the destroyed battlefield and closed his eyes for a moment. He summoned just enough of his reserved energy to continue the punishment he was dishing out. If more help arrived on Gohan's behalf, things could go bad for the Cosmic Lords. I wish a bitch would.
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| Osiris | Jun 21 2013, 02:00 PM Post #37 |
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Seems he pulled a Houdini on you. A shiver ran down the Pallor Lord’s spine as he felt the discourteous calamity creep up from the depths of his mind. Familiarity kept feelings of concern or fright at bay though; What the hell is a Houdini? It’s actually a who. Why don’t you just join us already? We have such a beautiful breadth of knowledge . . . surely you would appreciate it. I am a little busy for this conver— A sudden force lifted Osiris up and threw him backwards dozens of meters before it was exhausted. Just as the black combat boots touched back against the muddy Earth and began their slide backwards, another wave of invisible energy picked up the dark warrior to give him a chuck. The same thing happened leaving the man sliding backwards even further into the drenched plains and away from the lake. Two dark brows furrowed together as the Pallor Lord’s eyes narrowed with criticism. What possible point was there in simply picking up the enemy and tossing them a little bit? The saiyan leapt into an arching trajectory that could have only been to close the gap the spiky haired brawler had made himself. The image revealed in Gohan’s absence though, was enough to hold the violet gaze with a moment of concern. The demonic vessel’s head tilted back to see the enemy less than a second away from crashing back down to earth. A small streak of bloody crimson glinted through Osiris’ still blazing eyes, a spark of foreign inspiration – devious wisdom. Muddy sod, clumps of wet grass, and rock flew through the air as the ground exploded with the rolling sound of thunder. Just as Gohan came slamming down to Earth, the Pallor Lord jetted the opposite direction with his violet aura flaring. The sudden shockwave unleashed by the saiyan rippled the ground as though it were a surface of water, and sent an abrasive wave of kinetic energy through the air. Osiris’ ears popped uncomfortably, but the shockwave was much more beneficial than it was harmful. The extra momentum let loose from the spiky headed brawler’s abrupt stop was added to the demonic vessel’s. Almost instantly, a rain of rocky projectiles fell back down to their home with a vindictive intent fueled by the enemy’s strange influence. The varying debris pelted across the Pallor Lord’s back and legs creating the sound of gravel ricocheting off the undercarriage of a speeding car as the pieces impacted along the armor and hardened scales. The stinging, bruising shower reminded Osiris of all the other wounds he had taken as the obnoxious hail molested his corporeal form. It was a brief displeasure though as ammunition seemed somewhat limited. The Pallor Lord didn’t care about such trivial things however. His Hard push away from the assaulting saiyan truly had very little to do with the man and his strange technique. Shadows suddenly shifted along with a gust of warm air. The demonic vessel continued to skim across the ground at high velocity for another moment before suddenly flipping over so he could look towards his wake. In front of his eye a loaming dome of super heated ash and scorching ki expanding monstrously set as backdrop behind Gohan. A clawed right hand shot forward already aglow with cold, translucent ki fire: black heart within violet body. Again, nature bent its knee to the Son of Cauldron’s force of will. Grind to dust! Gravity suddenly shifted wildly around the adversarial saiyan as Osiris clenched his fist upon a thread of space-time imploding the enemy’s gravity well. The dark warrior focused his intent on collapsing Gohan’s chest cavity and anchoring him in place not far from the recently formed crater. “Hold still,” the words were a low growl meant more to focus the mind than to communicate. With his momentum finally fading, Osiris put his feet back down on the ground as he watched the explosion finally start to die away. Even with his distancing he could still feel the heat coming off the blast radius and the sudden shift in wind as the atmosphere tried to rebalance itself. A thick haze of particulate matter clung in the damp air as more water was vaporized out of the soil. High in the murky air one might have been able to see a figure cutting through it at tremendous speeds, the Bloody Butcher. The dark warrior wasn’t interested in his fellow lord at that moment though, his focus was on the dusty clouds themselves. Another spark of crimson fluttered through his eyes. Relaxing his ki enhanced grip, the Pallor Lord allowed his immediate energy reserves to replenish themselves. The still blazing arm slackened from its previous rigidness as it began to track any movements Gohan might make. It didn’t last long though. The arm flexed back out and the flames around it intensified while the fingers clutched back upon nature’s underlying foundation. Power surged and again the gravity around the saiyan intensified in response. This time though, the great wafting mass of particulate matter was sucked in by the altered gravity well. As the energy once more attempted to pin down and implode the enemy, the captured dust saturated the air around the spikey haired boy. A little suffocation added to the mix would make things a bit more interesting, not to mention the lowered visibility. Just before Osiris’ grip upon the universe slipped once more, a series of foreign explosions rippled across the Pallor Lord’s target. More dust and debris scattered through the atmosphere as visibility got that much worse. Like a aerial bombardment called in by ground forces, Kakarot had swooped over and unloaded a deadly payload at an optimal time. All in already, might as well . . . The Son of Cauldron closed his eyes and focused on a pain held within his depths. Slowly, like a gradual twisting of the volume dial, the multitude of screams Osiris imagined to be all the souls lost in the destruction Cauldron grew in his ears. It was an incredibly personal sensation, an old wound he refused to let fully heal. His figure grew darker and darker until finally the Pallor Lord looked as though he had been crafted of shades. Both arms rose up until they were parallel to the ground so that the shadow image resembled something of a crucifix. A massive pillar of black and amethyst energy violently erupted out of the warrior and pierced into the heaves. The sky split to pieces like shattering glass and in a moment a storm of deep violet needles was pouring out of the unnatural rift. As Osiris took note of this with grim satisfaction, he turned his gaze elsewhere to watch the damage unfold. With so much energy being laid about on the land, it barely resembled the place it was before the battle had begun. “Graallagrha?” Robert Greene’s voice was suddenly just behind the brooding figure. Osiris turned his blazing gaze on the small monstrocity, “And where have you been?” A gleaming white claw pointed back towards a small knot of trees nearby. Beady eyes stared at the Pallor Lord pensively – waiting for some form of judgment. Clearly the saibaman had made himself scarce when it felt the even more extraordinary amount of violence coming to a headway. It was hard to blame the creature for ensuring its own survival . . . The demonic vessel looked back up across the battlefield and allowed himself to feel the inevitable fatigue all his exertions had produced. In the Saibaman he saw an opportunity to catch his breath, and recuperate . . . if only for a few seconds. “Don’t let him recover,” Osiris gave the gentle command with a slight flick of his sword in Gohan’s direction. That was all it took. Greene was pumping his little legs hard again to close the distance on the friend-of-killer. Even the little green killin’ machine was getting worn down by the extensive fighting, but having been able to slip away more or less unnoticed during the last few exchanges had given it a chance to breath a little. It was a luxury its opponent did not have, and an advantage it would capitalize upon if for no other reason than to bestow the same upon its Master. Continuing to charge, Robert unleashed its species’ galaxy renowned acid in a high arc towards Gohan’s general area. The searing liquid came down like a short bout of torrential downpour. Without that armor, it would be so much easier to render the friend-of-killer’s flesh down into a tender delight. Thoughts of a monkey flesh bounty spurred the green monstrosity to close on the quarry.
[quote Ki usage: 36.1% Total Ki Lost: 61.7 Saiba: Ki Usage: 3% Total Ki Lost: 3% [/quote]
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| Pierce | Jun 22 2013, 07:45 AM Post #38 |
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Oh, fuck off. A barrier of ki energy formed around Gohan just before the grass surrounding him danced upwards somewhat, a pulse of air going through them. And them everything was red and loud, a huge shockwave assaulting Gohan’s eyes and ears as he staggered backwards, only to bump into the inner edge of his own protective energy. I hope that nailed him, man, because I’d rather not be wasting power to avoid getting screwed by my ally’s attacks…we’re allies, right? Gohan’s attention almost turned back to his opponent, but he was distracted again as three crimson balls of energy rained down at him from above. Kakarot? Very well. Gohan’s arms shot up, crossing over his chest to protect him from the blasts. A few of them clashed against his barrier, destroying it but protecting the boy somewhat; the block helped as well. As the three shots clashed into him Gohan came to the realisation that Kakarot could potentially be as strong as him, or stronger, despite not being a Super Saiyan. Of course, the man was older. He had likely been training his whole life. Perhaps not such a pushover, then. Finally being left to tend to Osiris, Gohan looked at his opponent to see a single arm outstretched towards him. He had the slightest idea of what was about to happen, but he couldn’t react before it started. Gravity around Gohan seemed to implode and pull inwards until after only a few seconds his body threatened to crush itself. Again he pushed outwards with a telekinetic blast. Not a single thrust, however, but a slow yet steady wave of force outwards that somewhat counteracted the effects. It still hurt, yeah, but it could have been worse. For a moment the Demiton Bomb seemed to fade, but then it was back on and at full strength. Gohan struggled for a second, but then an idea came to him. A pure white glow appeared around the Super Saiyan, and as it did the surrounding energy – the energy manipulating gravity – was absorbed inwards, converting itself into a different kind of energy. Fire. As the exotic technique finished absorbing power for Gohan it burst outwards, covering him in flames that were harmless to none but him. Osiris was not worried by his flaming foe, however. The man turned to an shade of incredible darkness as he performed an attack Gohan had seen only once before.
“Not this again,” he muttered as a dark pillar shot through to the sky, piercing it and breaking it to pieces. Through the new cracks thousands of needles shot down towards the Super Saiyan, but he was already halfway through his dodge. In a series of backflips and jumping back handsprings the boy was speedily tumbling away from the spot he had been standing on moments ago. After travelling at least twenty metres he stopped to catch his breath, and watched as the army of needles slammed into the point where he had been. There was no time to rest, however, as a splash of acid landing on his chest informed Gohan that the Saibaman was on him too. He watched as the thing drew near and enthusiastically leapt into a grapple. The Super Saiyan had no problem with this and raised his leg, twisting himself to the side to launch a perfect side kick towards the little green beast. As he did so the boy raised his left arm, and then while returning to his stance he used the momentum gained to bring the hand back down in a chop for the monster’s head. The Psychic Master finished off with a knee strike to the chest, wondering if he’d be able to knock this monster out of the physical combat before it even started. Word Count: WC: 628 TWC: 5,841 Actions: 1. Barrier NS 5.7% 2. Block Energy Dan 0.7% 3. Block Demiton Bomb 1 0.7% 4. Transmute Demiton Bomb 2 0.7% 5. Dodge Storm of Suffering [FS1] 0.7% Free. Accept Grapple Tac. SA @ Saibaman 0.7% Grapple 1. SA @ Saibaman 0.7% Grapple 2. SA @ Saibaman 0.7% Ki: Ki Used: 10.6% Total Ki Used: 62.4% Stamina Drain: 35,570 (722 leak into other stats) Currently Affected By: None Current Stats: Power Level: 204,070/280,654 Ki: 140,327 Strength: 34,878/35,600 Speed: 35,086/35,808 Toughness: 36,292/37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 3,737/34,848 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: 3 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 5 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 22 2013, 09:14 PM Post #39 |
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The acrid stench of burning ozone lingered in the air as Yume's arms slumped to his sides, the human fighter exhausted from his last attack. As much as he hated to admit it, he'd started running low on energy faster than his saiyan adversary, despite the sheer difference in volume of energy expelled by both sides. "Where does he get it all?" Each word was wheezed out between breaths, as sweat dripped down from his tired body onto the glassed earth below. His eyes glinted with a dull life as he felt little to no change from everyone's energy levels. In fact, Osiris and Goku's energy levels began to rise even higher... Here he comes... Gritting his teeth, his aura flickered on and off before exploding into life as a red flame surrounding his form. The world slowed around him as the spiky-haired saiyan swooped down upon him like a bird of prey before unleashing a hail of blasts towards his form. Which was precisely when Yume brought one of the hidden effects of the Kaioken into play. When one asks a user of the Kaioken what it does, they are rewarded with a basic explanation of the technique being a way to push one's body beyond its physical limits, amplifying speed and strength. However, to those who are well-versed with the technique, the answer expands to add an additional detail. Increased mental processing power. More specifically, enhanced thinking speed and reflexes. The Kaioken is a dangerous technique to those untrained in its use not because of its physical enhancing capabilities, but the effect it has on the mind. For those fortunate enough to have unlocked its potential however, they are granted with the reward of said abilities. As each blast left the saiyan's hands, the youth had observed the direct path towards him each blast would take, as well as the spacing between each of the attacks streaking towards him. A part of him was glad that the attacks were the same speed, for having to add speed variables into his processing mind would've been unpleasant. Yume's body ran on autopilot, his movements calculated without any possible error. With minimal bursts of ki, he blasted himself backwards through the air a step. The first orb blazed through where his body had been a moment ago. He shifted back into his original position as a second orb soared down behind him, the heat from the blast being felt against the back of his neck. By this point, the youth's eyes had closed. His mind held the mental picture of an imaginary circle with him as the centre and each remaining blast's projected location a spot on the grid. Left, back, right, forward, back, back, forward... To the untrained eye, one could only observe what appeared to be a red blur of light blazing through the gaps between a descending rain of death. It was like a mid-air version of Frogger as Yume danced through the air, finally reaching the end of the descending storm. As the attack finally ended, Yume slid to a halt in midair, his body rattling with pain. No matter how fast an attack was, if you weren't in its path, then the attack had already missed. Even then, the sudden start-and-stop motions Yume had forced his body through had taken their toll on the youth. His body lurched forward as Goku's attacks finally reached the earth below, the resulting shockwave knocking him through the air and showering him with dust. The youth was beyond caring about any grit on his form at this point. As much as I want to beat Gohan's father into the dirt, I'm not even sure I could stagger him now... His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden and familiar pressure upon his shoulders, slowly stretching to press at him from all sides. Straining his neck, the violet-eyed warrior focused air into his lungs before glaring up, sensing the weave of energy being used to manipulate the gravity around him. With a soundless roar, he unleashed a shout of pure force upwards above him. Immediately, the force against his body from above weakened, the strands of ki holding him loosened. His aura flared as he blasted upwards through the hole in the sphere of compressed air, only to note that the sky above him was cracked. He didn't need to know that staying out in the open was a foolish idea. Spinning around, the youth streaked down towards the broken earth in a streak of red fire. Closing his eyes, he angled himself so that he was roughly at forty-five degrees to the ground before crossing his arms in front of him and slamming through the earth in front of him. He continued burrowing down into the ground before finally being forced to stop on account of his burnt forearms now exponentially damaged, his pain receptors grinding his momentum to a halt. It was then that the rattling sound of rain striking earth echoed through the tunnel he'd made towards his ears, yet Yume knew from the fact that Osiris' energy was spread throughout the air that whatever he'd avoided had been his doing. The youth wasn't sure how long he lay within the earth before sensing Gohan still locked in combat against the other three fighters. With a weary sigh, he struggled onto his feet within the cramped space. His eyes trailed upwards in the dark before he exhaled sharply. Looks like I'm going to have to use it. Gritting his teeth, his body was coated by a sphere of obsidian ki before his energy exploded upwards, ripping its way to the surface above. As soon as he'd reached the surface, the obsidian orb surrounding Yume faded away into dust, only for him to find himself still surrounded by darkness. The irony of his situation was not lost on him, as he took a moment to eye the wreaths of black ki shrouding his body and the lower half of his face. My power's barely risen at all. I still can't control this new form well enough... Scanning his surroundings, he found Gohan being put on the defensive by the saibaman, with Osiris and Goku observing the fight and himself respectively. He found himself slightly unnerved by the spark of interest his new appearance generated in the saiyan's eyes. As he contemplated who to strike against, he flexed his wrists, two orbs of white flared into existence, one in each hand. His decision made, he dashed at Osiris. Waiting until he was at least within a hundred metres, he flicked a pair of streaking blasts at the wayward figure, only then to turn around and fire off another pair of blasts at the saiyan behind him. With a prayer to Kami, he forced a confident smirk on his face before finishing off by gesturing with both hands in a 'come hither' motion. He spared one last thought to his friend still fighting the Saibaman. You'd better beat that thing before I end up visiting King Kai again... Actions: 1. Lost to Stasis Grenade (2/3) 2. Kaioken x5 + PF + Dodge Renzoku Energy Dan (5.7% ki/5% vit) [Speed: 34,688] 3. Kaioken x5 + Kiai Demiton Bomb + Power Fly (0.7%) 4. Kaioken x5 + Dodge + Power Fly Storm Of Suffering (0.7%) Free: Reserves (+20% ki) 5. 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| Jordan | Jun 24 2013, 08:04 AM Post #40 |
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Korrin's tower now housed the elite warrior, resting from his last encounter with a Saiyan boy whom's legs he took out from under him...literally. The living legend was fast asleep when the guardian of the Earth softly stepped onto the scene... -Prelude- "Broli, the Earth is in utter pain...you must wake young warrior. To defend this realm is your charge Custos." Kami's words seeped from his mouth like maple slowly out of a tree. The elite warrior rustled a few times before coming to a wake...his senses being filled with all sorts of energy: Saiyan, demonic, human. "What the hell is going on Kami?" the brute asked as his covers rested upon his pelvic bone, right above his Saiyan pride. "No time for questions, take this drink and get down toward the outskirts of West City. I know there are more warriors in a ferocious battle, but this one you should tend to first. You are needed, and try to curb your dislike of Gohan." Broli grit his teeth, he had now met two of the same beings...he wondered just whom the old man was talking about as he pressed the bottle of clear liquor to his lips. It's fluid revitalizing and freshening his mind completely. The warrior gave a grunt, getting to his wardrobe and quickly donning what battle attire he had. His holy cloak draped his massive frame, covering his elite tier armor and immaculate body. A soft green hue covered over his right eye as a display of four numbers popped up in the general direction that he had sensed a harem of power. "I wonder.." he began to say as he took off in flight toward the battle weary city... -Pedal of Power- Water seemed to drip down our hero's eyes as he watched from the heavens, a tattered group of beings flail all about...some using techniques he knew of and some he did not. One of which had power that was quite impressive, and his techniques seemed something of an unnatural manner. The boy-like warrior seemed like he were not of this world, but none-the-less Broli watched as he commanded a demon-like spawn that Broli had known as a "Saibaman". "I always hated those little bastards..." he muttered as he kept his power to a sub-level...one that he had hoped would keep him hidden as he took in the situation entirely... Black orbs focused, his brow scrunching down as he witnessed the Saiyan he had put down not that long ago...Gohan. "I thought I killed you..." he muttered, recalling the man's neck snapping between his hands like a turkey on Thanksgiving Morning. His eyes went from Gohan...toward Yume...he recalled helping him as well and that ended with a trip to Heaven. Something he was not going to have happen again. The two warriors seemed to be having a hell of a time with the-- A large power climbed, Broli's senses and scouter distinctly followed another Saiyan warrior...it seemed the elite warrior was watching an epic drawn out play, and decided that would be enough as the attacks further destroyed what little of West City suburbia was left. Broli allowed the attacks to be dealt with, and following their outcome...he decided to intervene for Yume and Gohan's sake. The clouds swirled about the mighty hero as his own power gave rise...descending toward the tainted aura, it tasted like a bitter tart candy. A bad seed, one needing to be taught a lesson to change his tainted ways. He would first deal with this being, and then on toward the untransformed Saiyan, who had quite a bit of power without being in an ascended state...perhaps he couldn't? Broli shrugged the idea as he flew through the heavens like an Eagle soaring on the blades of lightning! Broli's focus was now solely locked onto the crimson cladded boy, his raven hair dampened by the subsequent fall of rain...all about the ground was rubble and debris. The elite couldn't feel the feathering powers of any humans nearby and came to the conclusion they were all gone...letting him able to unleash his full fury, if it needed to come to that. Just before reaching the crimson wrapped warrior, Broli felt a couple balls of energy, and decided to slow down and let them fly past him...his eyes briefly caught sight of whom had thrown them and then smirked. That was fucking close, good thing Yume has some aim... he thought momentarily as the attacks flew and were dealt with as he put his "jets" back on. The distance was closed, and without introduction...Broli began his assault! White careening knuckles flew through the air at speeds that made the others look like they were all in a slow-moving motion picture from the early 1900's. Broli breathed out as his fist went into a successive force of four strikes, all being aimed toward the two temples...nose and one for the mouth! Hiking up on one foot, and keeping his focus, Broli spun his self around and let his massive leg flare out...attempting to land his foot at the side of the crimson cladded man's temple. Continuing with the motion of the dance, he came full circle once again and attempting to strike his foe's temple yet again! "I do not know what you and your friend's problem is..." Broli voiced out as his eyes flashed toward the unknown Saiyan and over at the green-bean who was putting a hurting on Gohan..."but I would suggest you call it a day and repent for your sins and transgressions." The elite took but a moment to hammer in his words with blunt force trauma...his fist balled and curved through the air, not once...but twice...toward the raven-haired man yet again. The attacks were powerful, aimed carefully for the man's chin. Broli side-stepped and charged back in, letting loose a volley of four quick strikes toward the man's abdomen. Hoping to take from him the breath that fueled his reply. To make him think...about what just happened. Broli created some space as he recalled his tenderizing fist, and fell into a fighting stance as he nodded toward Yume and rolled his eyes at the poor-excuse of a Saiyan Gohan. "How do you seem to always piss of--nevermind," Broli said as he refocused back toward the two beings he deemed his foes...for the time being at least. Ki Used: .2% Ki Remaining: 99.8% Battle Fatigue (Dmg): -- Battle Fatigue (Vit): -- Actions: [-.2% ki, Bukujutsu] MK II(1). Take Energizer MK II(2). Bukujutsu + Watch from a far and Decide to help FG 1.Bukujutsu + 4QA @ Osiris 2. 2 SA @ Osiris 3. 2 SA @ Osiris 4. 4 QA @ Osiris free-Crush Stance 5. -lost- (3 v 2) Tact. [0/2]
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| Morgan Syn | Jun 24 2013, 11:33 AM Post #41 |
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RP Bonus goes to Yume. It was staying with Kakarot until Yume's last post. I particularly liked the dodge of the Storm of Suffering. Which brings me to my next point. FG's dodge fails. I simply fail to see how moving 20 metres is sufficient to dodge an area of effect attack. Even if you do a flip. If you want an example of how to do it, see Yume's example; it won him the RP award. Note that this was not a ruling request. I warned you to put more effort into your dodges, FG. Yume stepped up and you should have too. I would also like to point out that telepathy doesn't allow you to speak in each other's heads. It is a form of precognition, nothing more. One last thing. Broli is my alliance-mate. If either side wishes me to step aside as referee because of a conflict of interest, I shall. There will be no hard feelings if that should happen. Damage Report FG: 19% Yume: 75% Broli: 100% Robert Greene: 100% Osiris: 70% (throwing him around in the way you described doesn't actually do any damage) Kakarot: 82% |
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| Osiris | Jun 25 2013, 10:51 AM Post #42 |
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Robert Greene’s beady little eyes noticed the shift in stance of its prey that was indicative to a side kick. The small agile body twisted around to spin backwards while its feet wove a pattern that maintained forward momentum. It wasn’t a hundred percent effective as the foot barely skimmed across its back allowing the hot flames to bite at the carapace. Coming back around face to face, both of the little green arms shot up to cross over its head. A downward chop slammed into the forearms, and the small beast used the strength of both arms and its neck to resist the impact. By turning its body to one side using its obliques, the full force of the attack was lessened as it was redirected after the initial strike. The smell of burnt leaves wafted off the saibaman as it tried to figure out some way to gain an advantage in this exchange. A knee came with violent intentions. In a split, second the saibaman threw its hands down in an attempt to catch the knee, and at the same time jumped straight up. The force of the knee strike pushed it upwards even as the flames scorched its claws leaving them blemished. Rising with the loaned energy, the green figure rose until its thighs were at face leave with its enemy. Snapping its hips hard, the creature’s left shin shot straight down trying to bury itself into the wounded saiyan’s neck. Before it started to fall again though, a burst of ki shot the monstrosity forwards. Using the momentum, its right hand shot word with all its might and speed. One claw tipped finger was aimed for each eye, and the mouth. Meanwhile. Oh my, the human has an interesting bit of power there. Osiris stood breathing hard, but steady. Each was taken in through the nose until his lungs couldn’t hold anymore, and then pushed back out through pursed lips: slow, controlled. He couldn’t afford to let himself fall into the weariness just yet. No, the day was still young and he had business to attend to after this farce was put to an end. Yes, it would seem he draws upon the darkness as well. Still, he takes too long to think. The burning eyes now accented with flares of deep crimson stared at the achromic orbs as they were faithfully delivered. Speed and accuracy were impeccable, but the attack itself had been too blatant after such an attention grabbing reemergence. “Stop being such a fool,” the words called out over the sound of metal slicing through the atmosphere, “You provoke your death needlessly.” A resounding explosion shook the scarred landscape, though it seemed pitiful compared to the recent destruction. The dust cloud shot into the sky roughly fifty feet away from the Pallor Lord. His eyes scanned the sky for a moment until he locked onto the zweihander tumbling haphazardly on a return path. It was much less graceful than the initial interception flight, but blasts so rarely produced elegance. Osiris held out a hand to catch the careening sword at the end of its low arching return. A white blur and solid pain. Large fists slammed into the Pallor Lord’s face with rapidity he had not witnessed since the fox-eared-killer. Each blow shook his vision like he had a personal earthquake following him around. Instinct took over and the demonic vessel was backing stepping into a better defensive stance. Both hands pressed against the side of his head so that the forearms would protect his face. Osiris staggered sideways as a massive boot slammed against his guard. Pins and needles shot through his arm as it threatened to go numb. Another repeat strike to the same site, it was no longer a threat. The arm lost feeling and motor functions causing it to drop to the side tingling with confused nerves.
“Fuck y—” the curse was cut off as the nameless figure laid his hands on the Pallor Lord once more, saiyan by the smell. With his right arm the raven warrior shielded his head from the first punch. The force of impact was so great the demonic vessel nearly fell over. With a bit of quick foot work though, he used the momentum to duck under the second blow and spin out of the way. His consolation prize for the semi-successful defense was another hammering of four strikes along his stomach and chest. The metal-bone armor and dense scales seemed almost non-existent as the force reverberated painfully through his body. Hunched over, Osiris stumbled backwards with shaking legs to try to find some reprieve. STAND UP, STAND UP!! The cacophony of voices screamed into his mind. Through grit teeth, the Pallor Lord took in a slow wheezing breath. With noticeable effort, he righted himself back into a posture of dignity. His voice was hoarse but steady, “Attacking a man without proper reason: Wrath. Not caring enough to put the effort into finding proper reason: Sloth. Thinking you can command a stranger under threat of your abnormal power: Pride.” Osiris paused to allow the words to sink in and take another ragged breath. In the distance, he could hear the sounds of the younger saiyan struggling with his loyal monstrosity. It wouldn’t be much longer before that needed his full attention again. “My sin? My transgressions? Our problem? Everyone one of your words drips with the disgusting accent of stupidity. You don’t even deserve to be called ignorant. You are just another arrogant wanna-be hero who thinks he can force his moral code onto other people. If anyone needs to repent, then it’s the man who comes to do violence upon another while wearing the garb of a priest. You don't even know who started this.” Another breath and he was finally back to a mostly normal state. With a shake, the raven warrior could also feel the functionality return to his left arm. Still, even with Kakarot here . . . he doubted the strength he had left was enough to fend off all three opponents. Blood ran out his nose and the corners of his mouth to drip off his chin. “I have been drowning in blood since I can remember. My only sin is surviving so long!” Osiris snarled at the behemoth man, “I may have been stained by the necessities of my existence, but at least I bear it with dignity instead of hiding behind pretense. If you think you have a right to kill me, then do it. It’s the only thing that will stop me from executing that one . . . so he can never attack me again.” The Pallor Lord gestured towards Gohan, and then raised his chin up towards the sky to expose his neck. With slow strides he came with inches of the giant saiyan and growled at him, “I said do it." Tension saturated the air like a smothering amount of humidity. “Tsh,” Osiris walked away to refocus his barely contained hate on the saiyan he actually intended on killing, though not before spitting of gob of blood at the alabaster robes, "Wear what you have done." Let’s end this then . . . before the preacher thinks to make things worse. The Pallor Lord took off sprinting into the fray between Robert Greene and Gohan. He knew he had already drawn blood with his last series of attacks, it was just a matter of finding a weak point and putting the monkey down already. Running in from behind, Osiris intended to catch the golden saiyan off guard while the saibaman assault his face. Energy charged into both fists while the raven warrior leaned into a full sprint. Twisting his torso to maximize power, he let lose a powerful right hook towards Gohan’s right hip just above the haunch. On impact, the pent up ki energy would explode onto the targets body and amplify any damage done: the goal was to fracture the underlying bone and rob the enemy of mobility. Without delay, the Pallor Lord’s left hand surged forward in an attempt to wrap around the saiyan’s throat and crush it. Even if he couldn’t get a solid grip though, any contact he could manage to make with the left arm would send long needles of condensed energy surging into Gohan’s body once more. If only he could catch that fool’s throat though. With that in his grasp he could tear apart the monkey’s windpipe and jugular arteries from the inside out. Fantasy wouldn’t distract Osiris though, not now when he was so close. “Just die already!” the demonic vessel roared as his right arm pumped forwards again, explosive power eager to be unleashed. With well calculated aim, he drove the blazing knuckles towards Gohan’s ear. With every fiber of his being he wanted that blow to land. He wanted to watch as ki surged into the golden saiyan’s ear, and exploded inside his head. He wanted it to be done.
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| Bardock | Jun 26 2013, 05:07 PM Post #43 |
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This guy is huge. A hulking Saiyan appeared seemingly from thin air and wasted no time in choosing sides. Osiris was in trouble and the Cosmic Butcher was running low on energy. Never before had he dealt with such weak opponents with such a strong will to live. It was almost admirable. Almost. It was unfortunate for them that no matter how hard they fought to survive, it would all be over soon. Wrong place, wrong time. Now, let's see where this guy's head it at. "Stop your shit!" he called out to the huge, new arrival as Osiris had shown no fear of what was to come. "Are you a thief like that failure of a Saiyan over there?" he went on and extended a middle finger toward Gohan. "If you need money, all you have to do is ask nicely." With that, he extended a hand outward and tossed a handful of zeni toward Gohan that had appeared on command. Then, Kakarot returned his attention to the hulking Saiyan and said, "If you want a fight, pick on someone a little closer to your size." He motioned for the newcomer to come forward, but then his attitude changed. "Or," he dragged out, "you can be a nice guy and make sure that this broke prick doesn't steal from anyone else." Now, we'll see where he stands. "This guy here is a friend of his," Kakarot said and motioned toward the sword wielding warrior. "I guess he's just another thief. Maybe he's the ringleader." If he's a man with morals, he'll reconsider attacking us. With his best announcer voice, he called out, "And now, back to the action!" He took to the sky in a burst of speed, nearly reaching the clouds. He looked down to see if the hulking Saiyan would follow, but couldn't afford to wait too long. With another burst of speed, he descended in a sweeping pattern over the sword wielding warrior and Gohan. As he sliced through the air, his outstretched hands once again held large, crimson spheres of Ki. They grew in size, humming to life in each hand until they were the size of volleyballs. With great effort after such a long fight, he locked onto the sword wielding warrior and let loose a trio of crimson spheres from each hand. They hummed and buzzed, stretching into discs and reverting to spheres as the last trio had done. Swallow those, nice and easy. Without waiting to see the success or failure of his attack, he turned his attention to Gohan. Super Saiyan or not, he would get no recognition as Kakarot's son. The only Gohan that was his son had been a Cosmic Lord. He was gone, likely never to return. Once the young Saiyan was in his sights, the Cosmic Butcher considered the attack he had set on the other fighter, hoping to completely end Gohan's existence. However, he reconsidered. If there was anything left of his corpse, Osiris would be the one to collect some bits and pieces for all the weird shit he does. I don't need any details. Ugh. After making his rounds twice over the sword wielding warrior, Kakarot set foot on the ground once again, breathing heavily and sweating side by side with the demonic Cosmic Lord, Osiris. There was nothing to be said now that the fight had taken an ugly turn with the new arrival. They would either come out victorious together or fall together. Hunt as a Pack; Die as a Pack. Only they were the ones being hunted. What goes around, comes around. We know what we signed up for.
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| Pierce | Jun 27 2013, 01:14 AM Post #44 |
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Gohan watched as the Saibaman’s defence landed it right in front of his face, ready to attack. The thing began with a kick, its pronged feet attempting to pierce through the vulnerable area that was the boy’s neck. With the element of surprise on its side the attack had no trouble landing, and as he screamed Gohan felt three warm spots on his collar, even after the claws moved away. It struck forward again, quickly, but this time Gohan was ready. As the Saibaman burst forward the Super Saiyan was already moving to defend. His arm moved upwards from its spot at his side, taking hold of his temporary foe’s offending limb, the claws protruding from his grip. As he took hold Gohan used the momentum the beast had gathered against it, swinging his arm backwards and behind him. As he did this he reached backwards with his left arm, grabbing the Saibaman by the leg while his other hand let go. Continuing the momentum further he swung with his left arm, only releasing the little green freak when he had spun it all the way around his body, and it was back at the front. The beast flew away as it was tossed. Whether it went for feet or yards before it stopped was unknown to Gohan as he immediately had to turn around in reaction to hearing Osiris come after him. “Come on!” He yelled, though the power behind his aggressive shout was lost somewhat as he was immediately put back on the defensive. Osiris struck with one of his super-charged fists for a less than ordinary target…the hip. Stepping backwards with his right leg Gohan allowed the attack to sail right into the spot where his limb had been a moment ago, only to explode against thin air. His foe’s left hand came forward then, but as soon as it started to move Gohan noticed something different. This was not standard blast punch energy. It was more unique…it reminded him of that needle attack, really. And Gohan definitely didn’t want to even be close to one of those. With speed and delicacy only attainable by someone who had spent years living off his nimble and acrobatic manoeuvres, Gohan managed to bend his legs and then jump upwards before the attack reached him, jumping above Osiris’ head height. Sailing over his enemy and landing right behind him, Gohan found himself safe from the strange technique. He hadn’t completely avoided Osiris’ offensive, however. He heard the familiar sound of flowing ki and turned to see a final attack coming at him; a second blast punch. “Just die already!” He heard as the charged fist sailed upwards, pounding into his ear in an incredibly loud explosion of ki. Gohan didn’t hear it, though. Everything was plunged into a strange and eerie silence as he staggered away from Osiris, watching the bastard look at him. Eventually his balanced return to him but he continued to walk away, watching what he had caused. The Super Saiyan released air from his mouth in what he was pretty sure was a sigh as he saw his father attacking Yume, the flaming taxi hundreds of metres away, and a new arrival; Broli. Broli, who had seemingly forgotten about the hatred between the two of them. Whatever, then. Even the indestructible Saibaman was back on its feet. Slowly his hearing returned, giving voice to the silent movie he was watching of the brutal ravaging of the Earth. Patches of grass were singed and trees were knocked over, and far off in the distance he saw smoke coming from West City. So even they wouldn’t be safe. He didn’t really want to be here, when he thought about it. But he could hardly leave, could he? Maybe survival could be achieved, with Broli to assist him? But of course, there was no way the Legendary Super Saiyan would choose not to kill Gohan after this thing was over. He was cornered and didn’t see how he was going to survive the day. He probably would be trying to hatch some sort of escape plan right now if it weren’t for the fact that he was in his Super Saiyan form. With his aggression and anger at their peaks, there was no reason to consider fleeing even when it was the only option. “Nice punch,” he finally said, though it sounded distorted because he didn’t hear it at all on one side. Hopefully that would wear off. “But…” He turned to face Osiris again. “I can do better.” In a moment of time shorter than even a fraction of a second, Gohan had used his superior speed to zip back to Osiris and throw an elbow towards the man’s face. He quickly followed up with a fast and hard punch to the gut before pulling back his leg and furiously swinging it forward, hoping to slam his foe with enough force to send him skyward. With that done Gohan shot after his foe, pulling his right arm back to his left side as he went. Upon reaching Osiris, the Psychic Master flung his arm forward with the hand rotated so the upper knuckles would face towards the man’s face in a backhand strike. Again he quickly followed up with a powerful punch for the gut. Another kick was launched, just like the first. Again the boy shot forward with his aura around him, reaching his maximum speed. As Gohan got close to the man he had sent flying through the sky he began to spin, and once again pulled back his right arm to that spot on his left. Reaching Osiris again Gohan finished his spin and unleashed another backhand, this time with increased momentum. The intention was to hit his foe with such force they were sent flying, but this time down to the ground below for more damage. With this done the boy floated in the sky for a moment, unsure of how to finish. After a second he raised his arm and charged in it a beam of energy, the normally white ki made gold by his transformed state. Before Osiris would be back on his feet the boy unleashed his attack in an incredible beam of power, enough to engulf his foe and do even more damage. Word Count: WC: 1,053 TWC: 6,894 Actions: 1. Counter Saiba G2 0.7% 2. Dodge Osiris 4 0.7% 3. Dodge Osiris 5 0.7% 4-Tac. Burst Rush 4.7% Ki: Ki Used: 6.8% Total Ki Used: 69.2% Stamina Drain: 36,451 (1,603 leak into other stats) Currently Affected By: None Current Stats: Power Level: 118,943/280,654 Ki: 43,193/140,327 Strength: 33,997/35,600 Speed: 34,205/35,808 Toughness: 35,411/37,014 (44,026 w/ armor) Stamina: 0/34,848 Vitality: 6,342/33,378 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 Counters Remaining @ Saibaman: 4 Speed Teleports Remaining: 3 Dyne Power Ups Remaining: 5 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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| Morgan Syn | Jun 27 2013, 07:40 AM Post #45 |
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Realised that I forgot to roll for the criticals. FG: Crush Critical 1: Unsuccessful. Poison Critical: Successful. Crush Critical 2: Successful. Robert Green Burn Critical: Successful. FG, you have -5% all stats for the next 8 actions performed against you and ki drain is +50% for your next 8 performed actions. Robert Greene has -15% toughness and vitality for the next 8 actions made against him. |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jun 27 2013, 08:24 PM Post #46 |
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You're shitting me. The youth wasn't sure what to think... He settled for uncontrollably twitching beneath his tattered coat as a familiar mass of muscle blurred into view, slamming into Osiris with unparalleled force. It was rather anti-climatic, seeing the fighter that had more or less beaten Gohan to the brink of death being knocked into a wobbly mess by another saiyan, one that was familiar to Yume... "Broli," commented Yume, with a half-hearted raising of his left hand in response to the saiyan's nod.
"It wasn't me! Well, this time anyway," responded Yume sheepishly, before gesturing over his shoulder at the half-saiyan, still locked in combat with the Saibaman. It was at this point that he finally tuned into the purple-eyed warrior's rising voice, his words causing Yume's eyes to narrow.
Until now, Yume hadn't actually known how the battle had started. He had been more concerned with stopping the fight before any more damage had been done to the landscape. To now know that it was Gohan that had been responsible for instigating the current predicament they were in... I guess it does go to show that people should be judged by their actions, not their words. As far as Yume was concerned, Gohan had dug his own grave. He had no issues with Osiris but he wouldn't help him either. It was only right for the half-saiyan to rightfully suffer for the sins of his own misdeeds. From the look on Broli's face despite being spit on, it seemed he shared the sentiment.
The evolved human turned around at this, noting the steam that was still rising off Goku's form from where his attacks had struck. As soon as he registered the saiyan's presence in front of him, his features morphed into a wry grin. He had been on the verge of powering down, no longer having a reason to fight... Seeing Goku gave him one. "If I'm a thief, what does that make someone like you who strikes to kill from behind? An assassin? Or...." drawled the youth in response, pausing before looking Goku dead in the eye, being sure to make his next words audible to everyone in the vicinity. "A pathetic, spineless, pussy?" harshly spitting out the last word with a rasp. In response, the saiyan accelerated into the sky, disappearing with a burst of ki. With a springing jump, Yume pushed off the ground to pursue the wayward saiyan, holding himself in midair once he'd reached the apex of his jump a mile above the destroyed landscape below. It wasn't long before he sensed the spiky-haired warrior's power rise before travelling towards him. "This seems familiar..." muttered Yume to himself before blasting backwards through the air in a blaze of energy, a myriad of blood-red ki bombs streaking towards him from behind. "These ones are slower than the last set he threw at me. Is he getting tired?" thought Yume to himself as he found himself staying ahead of the blasts, albeit barely. Yet he was still too sore to attempt dodging the blasts in the same manner as he had done previously, despite the easier conditions. With that thought in mind, he changed course so that he was streaking straight towards the ground at an angle, the two dozen orbs of energy chasing him away from the others as he did so. Waiting until he could almost kiss the dirt, he roughly forced even more ki out from his entire body against the ground. The result of the sudden resistance to his energy's force was him being catapulted forward sharply in an abrupt change of direction along the ground. A moment later, Goku's improvised carpet bombing stabbed into the earth. The earth glowed red before a pillar of dirt and mud exploded upwards into the sky, the ground below pulsing outwards into another wide crater to match the many others that littered the broken and destroyed landscape. Safely avoiding the blast, Yume shook his head in a feeble attempt to get some of the dirt that had enveloped his form out of his hair. Reaching out with his senses, he found Goku with the others back where they'd started. I guess he figured I'd died in that explosion. Reaching into his coat pocket, he withdrew a canteen. Undoing the cap, he took a long draught of its contents before letting out a sigh. As tired as he was, he wanted nothing more than to defeat Goku at the moment. It wasn't for any noble reason or any other moral purpose he could possibly think of to attempt to rationalize his desire. It was nothing more than wanting to show the saiyan what happened when someone tried to take his life. Feeling the effects of the liquid he'd consumed, he flexed his wrists as the pain in his weary form faded to a dull ache. Getting to his feet, he hopped along the ground back towards Goku. As the saiyan finally came into view in the distance, he made a final great leap. Spinning around in midair, his ki infused with the air around him, forming a transparent orb of swirling force in front of him. He positioned his fist one inch from the spiraling sphere, before muttering to himself. "Dodge this." With a minute punch, the orb shattered the sound barrier as it whipped through the sky towards Kakarot below before exploding in a burst of force. There were no witty one-liners or anything he would say to Goku before this fight ended. There is nothing to be said to an opponent aiming to take your life. Nor should there be. --------------------------------------------------------------- Actions: 1-2. Lost (Stasis Grenade (3/3) + 3v2) 3-4. Dodge both Renzoku Energy Dans + Power Fly (1.6%) 5. Energizer (0.5%) Tactician. Kiaiho (Speed: 60k+) (4%) Ki Usage: 6.1% Total Ki Used: 63.3% Stamina Drain: 764 Toxic Rune on Gloves Prepared Items: 8/8 Energizer [used] Stasis Grenade [used] Kunai (2 slots) Runic Blade (4 slots) Weapon Techs: 5/7 Verberation Blade Aura Blade [used] Healing Blade Ki Slash [used] Triple Strike [used] Stats [Battle] (Current): [Fury [Speed]] [RP Bonus ATM *cbb putting it*] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 167,036 >165,508 Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 83,518 > 82,754 Strength: [16,878] ----------> 24,850 Speed: [18,618] ----------> 28,250 Toughness: [15,562] ----------> 26,334 Stamina: [15,734] ----------> 11,735 >10,971 Vitality: [15,746] ----------> 20,599 Determination: 440 |
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| Jordan | Jun 28 2013, 12:13 PM Post #47 |
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The field of battle had turned into more of a "Dr. Phill" session of telling emotions and whining than a field for battle of hard pressed warriors. Broli was listening taking in the words of the two allies he had attacks and simply smirked. His eyes locking in on Gohan as he had trouble with the man he provoked and his green little pet. The elite had already decided that if a Saiyan, whom was stronger, could not help himself against a weaker opponent...he would not enter the fray to pull him out, he was a disgrace to the race. It was then his ears perched up as the voice of the more powerful warrior on the field spoke toward him, his words echoing within his mind. "So you think you are as powerful as I..." Broli muttered to his self as he watched his slow-moving body hurl itself into the heavens and glow like a radiating Pikachu. Crimson orbs of energy darted out toward Yume, the power was impressive...but apparently slow-moving enough for the human to dodge so swiftly and fluidly. Yume was something to be cherished for the human race...through all the action, Broli stood...like a giant statue feeling the waves of heat and watching the "light-show" like a marble man in the park. "Well, your attacks failed against the human...so how about you pick on someone your own size?" Broli yelled into the heavens toward the unknown Saiyan warrior. Bending his knees slightly and fixing his hand above his head slightly open-palmed, his other by his hip...and without further notice, Broli sped into the sky like a bolt of lightning transfixed on a conducive rod, that rod being the taunting Saiyan! His speed and strength transcending their normal limits as he was on the chase for this new taunting warrior! Without warning, the hulking warrior spout flames of lava-hot fire...his aim was his opponent. The fire licked out in all directions, hopefully catching the prideful warrior on fire...hotter than the hell he had more-than-likely already visited, once in his life. At least that was the conclusion Broli had made due to his crazed "play ball" announcement. As the winds sifted through the elites hair, blowing his cloak like a majestic hero, Broli continued on...his fist became engulfed in emerald energy. His eyes locking onto his target and striking out in epic-like speeds. Left...right...retracting and hopefully shredding the flesh from his foes cheeks! Broli spun around, his fists losing their glow as he struck out with two heavy palms toward the center of the Saiyan's chest! His ears wished to hear an utter crack, other than thunder, of the warriors sternum! Spinning full circle, the warrior lashed out coming closer with two precise knees toward his enemies abdomen...wanting his foe to gasp for air. To break precious ribs. Saiyan blood was boiling, the excitement was stimulating....a punching bag that could finally take the punishment of his wrath, well at least seventy-five percent of his natural limits. As his knees came back under him, the living legend struck out with two jabs toward the temples of the raven-spiked-hair foe! Rain continued to patter down, the silhouette's of the two warriors outlined in drops of liquid...and a shine like a crystal ball began to shine around the arms of the hulking warrior. Three distinct rings had formed around the behemoth forearms and then launched off, toward the smaller framed Saiyan! "Try to escape!" Broli spout out as his rings ran their course, expanding and attempting to trap the warrior like a new born calf! As the golden discs of energy tried to ensnare his foe, Broli closed the distance...hopefully able to begin a barrage of attacks that would test the absolute resolve of this new warrior. A sly grin came upon Custos' face as the action were only now beginning. Ki Used:-11 .7% Ki Remaining: 88.1% Battle Fatigue (Dmg): -- Battle Fatigue (Vit): -- Actions: [-.7% ki. Bukujutsu use] free- Crane Stance [increases spd and strength by 7% next two actions] 1.Bukujutsu + Fire Breath + Second Wave + Fire Breath @ Kakarot [-2% ki, DR 2 CE: Burn] 2. Bukujutsu + Mastered Blast Punch + Second Wave + MBP @ Kakarot [-2% ki, DR 2.5] 3. Bukujutsu +2 SA @ Kakarot 4. Bukujutsu +4 QA @ Kakarot CS. Bukujutsu + Galatica Donut [-7% ki, CE Immobilize] Energizer. Bukujutsu + Initiate Grapple 5. -lost- (3 v 2) Tact. [1/2] OOC Note: Crane Stance should be in effect for a1/2 ...if not this post, then next. Either way, just take in account which one it is and rp as such ![]()
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| Osiris | Jun 29 2013, 01:12 PM Post #48 |
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The hard elbow plowed into his forehead splitting the skin a good couple inches, just above the nose. Both feet slid backwards just before nearly being picked up off the ground by a solid punch to the gut. Osiris breathed out between pursed lips, and contracted his abs to absorb the impact without having the wind knocked out of him. Then a haphazard punt slammed into Osiris’ armored chest finally taking him off of his feet and into the air. I have seen this before. We can wait this out. Let him burn out what energy he has left . . . Knuckles smacked across the Pallor Lord’s face, but he tried to ignore the pain. As the punch kick combo repeated, the youth’s eyes danced around in order to keep everything in check. Keeping his situation awareness and balance was the most important thing. His body would hold firm against the onslaught, that much he was certain. Here it comes. The inevitable blow launched him back downwards, but Osiris had kept himself oriented downwards. Now, he watched as the hard explosion scorched ground rushed up to meet him. Reaching out in front of himself, all four limbs made contact with the Earth simultaneously dispersing the kinetic energy. The ground caved underneath his landing into a shallow crater, but the raven warrior kept himself supported in an animalistic stance. Shadows suddenly diminished along the broken patch of Earth, just as anticipated. The Pallor Lord shoved with his left arm and leg while pulling hard with their counterparts. In a blur of lateral movement he simply disappeared before a mass of gold Ki turned the shallow crater into a disaster zone. Right on queue. A greenish-brown blur flew through the sky and latched onto the hovering saiyan’s ankles. With tarnished claws gripping tightly, the saibaman attempted to drag the friend-of-killer downwards. Ripples of effort shook the creature’s arms as it tried to slam the much bigger fighter into the ground face first. “Gralgu!” Robert shouted an incoherent battle cry before leaping onward with its assault. With a small hop the now autumn colored monstrosity launched a double legged kick straight down. It was trying to bury the friend-of-killer even further into the earth. Without delay, both claws lashed out in an X fashion. Greene was trying to dig its talons deep into the flesh already wounded by its Master’s Vast Cross. Maneuvering to stay behind its opponent, the saibaman lunged with snapping jaws. Like some kinda freaky alien pit-bull, Robert tried to lock its needle like teeth around the back of the saiyan’s neck. If it managed to secure the bite, the chances of it letting go were slim to none. Meanwhile, Osiris flashed back into sight right next to his fellow Cosmic Lord once again. At some point in his untracked motions, he had retrieved Zar’rock from its resting place. He glanced at Kakarot for a moment and noticed the man still looked in pretty good shape overall. “Next time we get into trouble, why don’t you just let me do the talking.” The Pallor Lord lunged forward into a fencing stance as his zweihander danced in three quick, arcing stabs. Each ‘blow’ passed through a crystalline ring which instantly contracted around the black blade as though trying to restrain it. That wasn’t going to happen though. Like all donuts, these ones were eagerly devoured in the matter of seconds. An enormous amount of Ki surged into Osiris’ sword arm, and then through the rest of his body. The newly digested energy wasn’t simply held back in storage though. As quickly as it had entered one blade, it was forming another. The dark amethyst structure extended out from Osiris’ right arm, the wicked black flames still bound within its crystalline edge. Somehow the two dark weapons managed to enhance the unnatural, demonic visage the raven warrior possessed in his elevated state. Power always has a price. “If you three could calm down for a few minutes, and stop acting like you come from barbarian breeding stock . . . maybe we can resolve this without destroying more of this planet.” He shot another hard glance at Kakarot, “Keep in mind this is NOT what we came here to do. We have other matters to attend today, so why don’t you pace yourself a bit. A misunderstanding is nothing to kill over, temper yourself.” Osiris made sure the last line was loud enough to get a point across to all of them. With calm strides he left the three to have their fun. They all seemed interested in proving points that the demonic vessel hardly understood. In very real way, he felt out of place amidst this fighting. It was petty, like a street brawl escalated to the point of potential murder. The Pallor Lord looked side to side from Broli to Yume as he passed between them on his way back towards Gohan. He shook his head thinking about where he would be right now if this inconvenience hadn’t sprouted, pointless. Looking up, his flaming eyes refocused on the wounded Saiyan fending off the slightly charred saibman. A deep breath, the world was a blur! The raven warrior’s strides were no longer calm, but a chorus of pounding motion as he sprinted back in for the kill. The gem-fire blade swung forward rapidly as Osiris approached his foe from the flank. Arcing so fast that it left a blurring purple trail, the sword was on course to slice open the abdomen between the rips and hip. With quick steps, the Pallor Lord repositioned himself towards the saiyan’s front as he brought the weapon down into another slash. This time he pressed the blade into a backstroke aimed to rip open the pectoralis majors and damage the sternum. Finishing out the combo, the blade surged forward in an upwards stab. The tip of the Ki sword was aimed to pierce straight into solar plexus. Visions of running the saiyain through, and burying his arm into the man’s body flashed before Osiris’ eyes . . . something about it felt nostalgic, like his first kill.
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| Bardock | Jun 30 2013, 05:16 PM Post #49 |
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I should have just stayed quiet and let my fists do all the talking... Osiris' words were lost on the Cosmic Butcher after being engulfed in flames by the Saiyan brute. Curled into a fiery ball in the sky, Kakarot resisted the urge to scream in pain. He had felt much worse in previous battles but he had been prepared for them. The newcomer had literally come out of nowhere and completely turned the tide on both Cosmic Lords. However, all hope was not lost. Even with their last breaths, they would fight on. They had faced death before and spit in its eye. I need just one opening... It did not come right away. The nosy Saiyan delivered vicious punches to Kakarot's face, giving the Cosmic Lord aches and pains that even a revitalizing sensu bean could not handle. Through it all, Kakarot remained conscious and tough, buying himself time to carry out his plan to once again turn the tide against his foes. He was Kakarot, the muthafuckin' Cosmic Butcher and second in command to the Cosmic Regent, Chaos. At the thought of his pride and all that it had and would cost him, he heard the Dark Prince Vegeta's voice in his head. The voice of the proudest Saiyan warrior that Kakarot had ever known. "Is that all you've got, Kakarot? Show them that you are a true Saiyan!" It was as if he was right next to Kakarot, scolding him in his ear. With a renewed sense of urgency and mental clarity, Kakarot snapped. The continued physical assault he had suffered had yet to register on his pain scale(4). Everything had gone black in front of the Saiyan warrior and flashed white several times, signaling that the assault continued. Once it was over, he had come to his senses (sort of) and realized he was on the ground and looking up at the torn sky. It was raining and the cool drops of liquid felt somewhat refreshing over the various wounds on his body. Along with booming thunder, the muddy ground shook violently. Kakarot picked his head up and barely tracked the bullrush of the Saiyan brute in time. As much as he wanted to meet him head on and exchange blows until one of them stopped breathing, Kakarot had a different, much more effect plan he intended to set in motion. With as much energy he could muster, he used the muddy ground to assist in his quick escape. With his forearms, he pushed himself to his left and rolled, barely avoiding the vice grip clutches of the hulking Saiyan. That was too close. Still on his ass, he raised his right hand and took a huge chance. He hadn't been paying much attention to the Saiyan brute's waist. As big as he was, looking for a tail was a mere afterthought considering his build. Over Kakarot's open hand, he formed a blue-white sphere of Ki. It shot up to the sky and rested just below the dark clouds. He knew that if he still had his own tail, he'd be transforming into the large ape he hoped his opponent would transform into. There was no time to wait for results, so he set out to help Osiris finish off Gohan. I hope it works. If anything, it'll slow him down. Kakarot's feet slammed into the mud with every step toward Gohan. The rain soaked through his clothes and seeped into his many wounds. The cuts on his face burned as the water ran over them. His developing bruises pained him as his muscles ached. Fatigue was setting in at an accelerating rate as his pride fought to keep his adrenaline at a high level. He was not out of the fight yet. There was more to be done. The young half breed, Gohan, was already injured and wasn't likely to last much longer. With him out of the way, the Cosmic Lords could focus on the much fresher Saiyan brute and the sword wielding warrior. Now that Gohan was in his sights, Kakarot leapt high into the air. He vanished in a blur as he went head first toward Gohan in an attempt to Diive right through him. He had to remind himself that he needed some sort of blood sample from the half breed, so he shouldn't contaminate a potential sample with mud. In the blink of an eye, he was on the ground and rolling for several yards after his attack. He was covered in mud and gave the appearance of a barbaric villager of some unknown island. The benefit of being covered in mud was that his wounds weren't as painful as they were a moment ago. He breathed in and out heavily, snarling at Gohan, at Osiris, at the little green alien, at the Saiyan brute, at the sword wielding warrior and at everything that had gone wrong for him once again. Failure was becoming a pattern for him. Enough was enough. With a battle cry that shook both Heaven and Hell's foundations, his crimson and black aura ripped through the mud and created a large crater of pure awesomeness.
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| Jordan | Jun 30 2013, 09:30 PM Post #50 |
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Broli smirked as his attacks had been successful, the Saiyan warrior who had bantered him into a fight was now rolling in the mud...on fire. The elite warrior had closed the gap, but the mud seemed to provide the cosmic lord with an escape route, and to Custos' dismay... "You think that y--" the Saiyan legend began to say as a bright shimmering light flickered above the palm of the beached Saiyan warrior...It was mesmerizing...quite frankly, the warrior felt his inner beast becoming in a trance-like state! The energy was released high into the sky, and Kakarot had ran away like a school yard brat who just got jumped by the neighborhood bully. Was this an attempt to flee the vicinity? It was, perhaps in hindsight, a good idea...but this was the LIVING LEGEND. Helping the warrior to transform into the most feral beast was possibly the wrong idea. Especially for a warrior like Broli, who had already mastered that form long before any of these idiots were born. Fur began to spread like a wild-fire, Broli was transforming as the light had expanded up and showered down through the drops of rain. Lightning flashed, lighting the solid black fur that now encompassed our hero, his onyx eyes replaced by pools of crimson. His snout enlarged, his hand quickly grasped his cloak and cast it to the side! His muscle mass expanded exponentially, as he grew into the monstrous sight that mortals had known all throughout the galaxy as the most ferocious and barbaric transformation to the Saiyans! The Earth quaked as Broli took his first steps into the transformed Great Ape state. Broli's senses were all heightened...every single one of them grown exponentially! His ears twitched as he could hear the "feral" cry of his enemy. Kakarot had fully powered up, albeit it was a mute point now that Broli was incredibly stronger and still incredibly faster than the rest of the lot. Osiris words were now but a mutes', and Broli was hell-bent on accepting and putting in place the warrior who called him out to begin with. "Kakarot, I am Broli, the leader of Justified Tyrannicide. I have made your regent quiver and hurt, and now...you are about to find the same pain as your employer!" Broli's monstrous voiced boomed across the field of battle as droplets seeped into the thick fur that was Broli's coat! Within a moment, Broli had closed the gap and had begun his assault...the giant-sized warrior let stopped on all fours and let loose a quick succession of rapid blows and kicks. Custos spun around, using his tail for balance, aiming to hammer Kakarot like a nail into the custard Earth! His palm was flat, quick...and most of all brutal! As Broli recalled his fourth palm strike, he slid about clockwise, letting his tail come about and attempt to swiped its self across Kakarot's foul-tongued mouth! Not once, but twice it swayed like a palm tree in the wind...back and forth it commanded the warrior get some sense knocked into him! Mud fixated between the appendages of our hero, the cold rain revitalized his senses and the warrior's feral blood continued to boil! He wanted this Saiyan to know what hell he unleashed! To know why he was a fool for letting his own accursed tail to be taken from him! Again he spun, letting his tail come back and forth...not once...but twice! His aim was the same, hoping to catch the idiot in the mouth again. If not the mouth than whatever fleshly body it could handle. Broli could feel the tree's beneath him uproot themselves and be thrown aside like mere pencils being broken against the heavy tail! The warrior brought his tail back and forth, he was as happy as a dog and that tail was wiggling all the more. "See, Kakarot! What you have done!" Broli belched out as he showed his canines and let out a feral roar. Toxic breath sprayed across the land as his great crimson orbs resettled to find Kakarot once more! This time, he attempted to nail him completely six feet under...his arms, legs and tail all trying to hammer him down and out of the fight completely. His body was massive, but moved with all the grace of a sparrow. His speed was uncanny and the warriors around him would be awe-stricken at how such a behemoth of a monster could move at even greater speeds than that of light! A series of eight strikes had occurred in mere seconds, and Broli backed away...coming to stand at full height, pounding his chest and roaring into the heavens! Animals scurried, leaving the warrior to rule his domain! Lightning flashed and thunder clapped as the warrior awaited to see his foes, to see how they fared and if Kakarot still wanted the challenge he had begged for by playing his actions of transforming the living legend into the ultimate beast! 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