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| Fg Vs Osiris; Sneak Attack, Ref: Cas/ | |
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| aitohitoshirezu | Jul 23 2013, 01:47 PM Post #76 |
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The Janitor
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As resilient as Yume appeared to be, inside he was almost entirely spent. Not even the senzu he'd pilfered from Gohan's corpse seemed to be doing any good, leaving him as exhausted as he was before consuming the magical bean. The fact that he'd taken the ordinary human's equivalent of having a brick dropped on his chest probably didn't help in that aspect. "Speaking of bricks," muttered the youth wearily as he leaped back towards the edge of the enclosure, a rust-coloured orb of energy streaking by him from the right as it circled the battlefield before meeting an identical orb at a point that was equidistant from himself, Broli and the odd werewolf-like creature. It was only because Yume could sense that the orb in the centre was placed in a position equally far from all three of them that he realized what was about to happen. His hands shimmered with a white fire as he held them in front of him defensively, as though prepared to catch a ball. With startling precision, his hands moved to strike at the incoming pellets of rusty fire, sending them upwards into the barrier above him where they harmlessly dissipated against the energy trapping himself and everyone else inside. So focused was he on the task of diverting Goku's attack away from his body that he didn't see Osiris until the demon was already upon him, his clawed hands stabbing forth. Yet they were halted by the warping and writhing mass of black energy that shrouded his form, the tips of his fingers only piercing enough to draw blood from his chest.
The blunt force of Osiris' blow still caused the human to draw a gasp of pained breath, blindly stumbling back, his legs abruptly being brought out from under him as his left leg gave way to the stomp aimed at his ankle. Thankfully, due to caving under the blow, the bone didn't fracture. However, it didn't lessen the pain of the rising knee that slammed into his reinforced side with a force that rattled his entire skeleton. Speckles of blood splattered upon the earth as Yume couldn't help but let out a cough, hunched over in pain. Yet his eyes remained locked upon Osiris'.
Yume's face drew into a frown at the demon's words, the weakened being's palm strike sending him stumbling backwards towards a sudden explosion of energy that stung at his back. He could hear the echoes of tormented souls crying out to him in terror, warning him not to look...
His eyes hardening with a steeled resolve, Yume managed to ignore the stinging pain from the received palm strike and didn't do anything more than twitch as the sudden shot from Osiris' boot slammed into his torso. He didn't budge an inch, the thick material of the demon's footwear pressing against hardened muscle. Willing himself to force Osiris' leg up against his chest as he forcefully closed the gap between them, he stared down the demon face-to-face. "The only person who's had to die today is Gohan. Tell me this is my fault again and your name's joining his on that list," snarled the human as he glared into Osiris' eyes. The moment was broken by said demon attempting what appeared to be a wild haymaker. However, Yume had used a sword long enough to recognize when someone was attempting an obviously failed swing in order to build momentum for a second blow. Ducking under the wild blow, he was more than ready to catch the incoming appendage, wincing at the force with which it impacted against his palms. Gripping the limb tightly, he continued to channel the momentum of Osiris' body, spinning on the spot before flinging him towards Chaos' energy signature. "AND GO TO HELL!" roared Yume as he let go of the demon's tail, only then coming to face with his impending death at the hands of whatever abomination of nature the unnamed warrior before him had managed to summon. Even as Yume's self-preservation instincts kicked in, subconsciously forcing the index and middle finger of his right hand to his forehead, he felt compelled to step towards the mist-like apparitions being formed by Chaos' energy. "Are you worthy? Come to us..." Some small part of Yume's pride demanded that he stay to test his being against the wisp-like tendrils of Chaos' energy that shot towards his very being. That small part of pride was crushed by the knowledge that his body was best kept in fighting condition if he wanted a chance at winning. "Not today," muttered Yume as he found himself outside the force-field a moment later, having already been next to the edge of it a moment ago. He watched as the wisp-like tendrils suddenly snapped at the barrier in rage, angered at their prey eluding them. It was only then that he finally became aware of just how much energy he had left to use at his disposal. The black weave of energy surrounding his form promptly dissipated, his hair receding to its normal length as he collapsed upon the ground breathing hard. He'd finally used up everything he had, and it hadn't been enough. Actions: 1. Deflect vs Kakarot's Kakusandan (0.5%) Free: Take Osiris A2 Free: Take Osiris A3 Free. Take Osiris A4 Free. Take Osiris A5 3. Counter Osiris A@Tactician + SA (0.5%) 4+5. IT + Dodge Chaos' Whispering Fangs + Exit SFG (11%) Tactician. Revert to normal (energy gone) Ki Usage: 12% Total Ki Used: 99.7% Stamina Drain: 1,601 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): [Charisma Bonus] PL: 95,880/127,840 ----------> 177,908>114,538 Ki: 47,940/63,920 ----------> 88,954 >57,269 Strength: [16,878] ----------> 24,850 > 17,582 Speed: [18,618] ----------> 28,250 > 19,322 Toughness: [15,562] ----------> 26,334 > 16,266 Stamina: [15,734] ----------> 13,613 > 12,012 > 7,342 Vitality: [15,746] ----------> 24,157 > 16,079 Determination: 440 |
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| Kularian | Jul 24 2013, 11:47 PM Post #77 |
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Undefeated ADBZ Tourney 2013 Champion
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The explosions around the wolf ensured to him that this battle was, in fact, going exactly as he had planned. Every single thing that he felt he had done, had been for this moment. The surety of everything that he had done, the very notion of coming back, and bringing back this Legendary warrior with him was almost scripted. It was perfection, and now, they were going to destroy every single one of these bastards. THere was honestly nothing that they could do now, to stop them. Their demise was so imminent, so close, that Kularian could taste it, could feel it on the breeze. He hungered for it, and it was now within his grasp. The woman, he knew not her name, got away from him, and he gave a low grunt as he came to stand upwards, seeing her feed something to Kakarot. A senzu bean. A grim, almost wry smirk made its way onto the wolf's face. "I wouldn't have this any other way," he murmured to himself. The pack of them were weak, and the woman was barely even worth his notice. They were defeated, tired, and without much to do or say. It would not take them long to mop up these cretins. Kularian himself would kill the woman, and probably Kakarot. He'd leave Osiris to the white-haired boy, and Broli could take on Chaos. The fight itself would not take long at all. He practically shuddered in anticipation as he began to lope, slowly, towards them. Then, Kakarot launched an attack, the spheres of ki flying outwards before winding upwards into the air. He knew this; this was the same one that he recalled from their prior encounter. However, the wolf had a few new tricks. As the attack drew closer to him, the wolf thrust out a hand, enveloped in his own volatile ki. The attack seemed to hesitate as it came within the wolf's grasp and his hand closed around the dark red orb, swallowing it into his own power. His aura then began to roar, the red flames, similar to but slightly different than Kaio Ken, flared around him as he grinned, the flames roaring around him. He saw his allies then, dealing with the attacks their own way. He opened his mouth, to shout out the idea for a conglomeration, some sort of attack together... when Broli vanished, appearing just outside of that shell that surrounded him all. His eyes flickered to Yume, then, who followed suit, and he too, was gone, leaving the wolf alone in the dome of energy, no one to ally with him save a corpse. Quite literally, his jaw dropped. What. They were weak, wounded! They were like dogs, hiding in the corner, licking their wounds and these two, who had the chance to exact revenge... they had fled? PUre, unrestrained rage filled Kularian. He had thought before that he had felt anger, that he had seemed to have been caught within the grasp of rage. But nothing had ever come close to the raw malevolence that now echoed through him. The anger had risen, gone beyond a point that he could understand it. He was numb, his mind and body both ready to rip everyone, and everything apart. It was likely a good thing that he had no allies at this point, or the wolf would have torn them asunder like the rest. "COWARDS!" he bellowed outward, though he was certain that they could not hear him. He didn't care. "AFTER I'VE DESTROYED EVERYONE HERE, YOU'RE NEXT! MARK MY WORDS!" Spittle flew from his lips as he screamed at them, rage palpable around him. Then, his gaze moved to the woman. They were all gathered in a nice, little cloud around Chaos... but that aura of his, dangerous as it was, was coming to a stop. Good. His eyes flashed, and he shot forward then, the flaming aura now mixing with his Kaio Ken aura, everything around him seeming to blur for a moment before his feet left the ground. He was a missile. One born of bone, muscle and sinew. His rippling, overwhelming strength was not one that he was going to put any limits on as the distance between himself and the female vanished, and his fists were alight with that ferocious, angry ki energy. The first strike, made to disorient, went to her throat. The burning aura echoed around him as he struck, no doubt burning the woman alive, should she remain close enough for him to tear apart. The wolf's attacks did not stop there, as the waves of heat rolling off of his body seemed to almost form another one of himself, equally willing to rip the woman apart. There was no hesitation, no stopping as the next attack came through, his clawed hand aimed at her stomach, the next to her jaw. His speed was unnatural, impossible, as it was seemingly endlessly augmented by the power of his KaioKen. That red, power-draining aura flared alive again, renewed as he unleashed another strike, designed to tear into her right shoulder, before another, and the final before the heat waves dissipated enough for the clone to start to fade, but not before the final strike went out, driving into the center of her face, aimed to shatter everything there. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME!" he roared outwards, his power unstable, dangerous. The speed, the power, the raw ferocity... he was the true hunter. Everyone here was simply his prey.
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| Lilly | Jul 26 2013, 04:31 AM Post #78 |
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Hope-Bearer
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Something remarkable had happened! In the midst of a heated and already tilted scales of battle, the side with the upper hand suddenly became the underdog. Lilith watched with astonishment as the hulking Saiyan vanish from Chaos' grasp in the blink of an eye.Just like that he managed to sneak his way past the shimmering barrier that hovered above them. Just the power that oozed from the Greek god-like physique was enough to intimidate the angel. So why did he flee? Following in suit of the brute was the silver haired boy who Lilly initially attacked. After managing to snake through Osiris' attacks, the youth also vanished. Only to appear on the other side of that nearly impenetrable shield. The two had abandoned their ally; left him stranded with four enemies. Considering they had the upper hand moment ago, this was baffling! However, it meant the battle would likely be over shortly. However the battle seemed to turn, the wolf-man didn't appear to get ready to throw in the towel just yet. Unlike his former allies, the beast seemed to grow livid at the act of being so carelessly abandoned. Rage filled the animal like there was no tomorrow, and much like last time, it seemed to be directed toward the angel. Like a flaming red dart coming straight out of hell, the hell-wolf made a crazy dash toward Lilith and with premeditated fury. Unlike last time, however, the crafty celestial would not be having any paw prints on her. Nor would her clothing get torn to shreds again! Before Kular could make claw to skin contact, the girl drew in a deep breath and everything stopped. White fangs stared her almost directly into the face, as if a 3d portrait had come alive and went back to stone just before interacting with her. Raw flames stood painted around the furry form; flames fueled by one of her very own allies attacks. Lilith crept from the vicious beast with her puffy, air filled cheeks to escape his flurry. Withdrawing her fallen Oath from it's resting place, Lilith flipped away and readied herself to defend for once time became fluid again. The wolf would likely flip shit and quickly realize that his heavily desired prey somehow managed to slip past his claws. Once sufficiently prepared, Lilith exhaled a heavy breath and everything became fluid; almost if she hit the play button after a short pause. Kular, who was already in the motion of attacking before time was frozen, slashed wildly at nothing but the empty space that once contained a heavenly essence. Surely after putting so much into an attack and having it get nothing but dust was infuriating; if such was possible with the subject at hand. Before she knew it, the beast caught onto her scent (or so she guessed!) and continued to press the attack. This time, Lilith was expecting something to come her way so she partially ducked and threw up both her arms to defend the blow. Much to her surprise (and pain!) the fury behind the punch was too much for her to handle at the moment. Her right arm; her sword arm felt a sudden shock of pain course out through her entire body. There was a snapping sound made the fallen angel drop her blade due to unresponsive fingers. "Ahhh!" Lilith groaned through gritted teeth. With her left and good hand, the angel retrieved the blade pointed it at Kular. The broken arm of the vessel lay huddled up close to the blood spotted and clearly battle worn armor. Through severe shots of pain she began to talk. "This battle is fruitless! Stand down and nobody will die. At least, not in this bubble," Lilith made motion to the two still above the large barrier. Her blade still pointed out at the wolf-man...just in case she was forced to use it. - - - Action 1: Time Freeze (-25.4%) Action 2: Dodge @ A2 (-5.4%) Action 3: Dodge @ A3 (-.4%) Action 4: Dodge @ A4 (-.4%) Tactician: Dodge @ A5 (-.4%) Free: Take A6 (Partial Barrier absorb) Ki Used: 27% Total Ki: 58% |
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| Osiris | Jul 29 2013, 12:11 AM Post #79 |
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Osiris arched his back and extended his good arm over his head. In a jarring second, the hand slammed into the ground and slowed his momentum. Once there was a point to pivot on, it only took a basic amount of gymnastic skill for the raven warrior to flip backwards into a crouch. As his feet hit the ground, the force from the human's throw dissipated quickly until the demonic vessel finally came to a stop a few feet from his allies. Standing back up slowly, the dark violet eyes rose upwards and scanned along the electric blue barrier surrounding the field of combat. His eyes confirmed what his sense of hearing had already foretold. Two creatures managed to slip by the great energy cage, and now stood along the other side. What an obnoxious turn of events. To come in so rudely, and then leave as though they don't deserve to feel the consequence of their choices. The Son of Cauldron blinked hard as he felt something about the world shift strangely. Whirling around he caught sight of the beastly figure tearing through the air pressing hard after-- nothing! Confused by the subtle sensation that something entirely beyond his understanding had occurred, Osiris did not think to interject himself against the wolf as he seemed to relocate his intended target. He was starting to think there was some kind of feud between the wolf and angle . . . but that was before she spoke.
The claim made the demonic vessel remember a strange song he had heard a fellow slave sing once, so very long ago when Cauldron was still a world. Its haunting melody hung in the warrior's mind as he trudge towards the winged woman. His bruised and sore tail snapped back and forth lashing against the ground like some kind of sullen metronome. "I wish that were true," Osiris eyed the injured woman with a bit of caution. "Some men know no other crop than the corpses plucked from the battlefield though. Don't let this one make of harvest of your body," the raven warrior made a motion towards the frenzied power-house, but there was an ever so odd note of irony in his voice. With a very slow motion the demonic vessel moved to place his taloned hand upon the woman's shoulder. Very deliberately he avoided the ethereal wings hanging graceful from the lithe body. "I hate to see things go to waste," the words were as gentle as his descending hand. With delicate touch, Osiris ran his fingertips over the woman's bleeding back. When he felt the warm liquid start to form small droplets which ran down his fingers, the hand moved away as carefully as it had came. "Thank you, now stay close . . ." the Pallor Lord's voice trailed off as he ran crimson hued fingers across his tongue. The thick liquid trickled down his throat . . . Divine light exploded inside him like a maelstrom of invading power! In every way, the new energy welling up within him was contradictory to the very essence that was Osiris. Why then, it felt like a shot of heroin straight to the brain was completely a mystery to young Cosmic Lord. His head tilted backwards as he took a deep, stuttering breath. The sensation spread like a tingling wildfire through his body, and for a moment the demonic vessel was afraid he was going to lose his personality among the jetting explosions of holy light bombarding his consciousness. Focus . . . through . . . it. Forcing his eyes back open, the world around the Pallor Lord seemed so much brighter . . . as though the sudden inner radiance was illuminating the world around him. Osiris glanced at the blue haired woman standing next to him, and wondered if this is how she saw the world all the time: so vibrant and vivid. Taking another, more controlled breath, the demonic vessel focused on making the alien power burning through his veins a force he could actually wield. It was so much different than the shadowy, cold Ki he produced. "So strange," still wrestling with the chain reaction set off by ingesting the celestial's blood, Osiris allowed his body to fall into a familiar stance. The whole enterprise was a bit of a gamble, but the Pallor Lord trusted his defensive reflexes to protect his body even if he lost his head for a moment. All Actions: Rest Free: Three Battle Stance OOC note: I will work out ki and other stats on my next post . . . for obvious reasons I think. |
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| Cado | Jul 29 2013, 11:57 PM Post #80 |
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Said it in the OOC BC but it's kinda really important so I'll just say it here too. The new ruling affects this battle, so Kak never used a SFG, so Broli and Yume never fled. Yume still used up his IT and dodged the finisher, Broli still has a use of IT and gets the 10% ki back, (because he had no way of knowing this ruling happened to affect current battles, as no other ones do) and he's in his normal form. |
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| Bardock | Jul 31 2013, 08:17 PM Post #81 |
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Divine Intervention twice so far in favor of the Cosmic Lords. First was the angelic young woman who had come to aid them. The second was was some unseen force taking away Kakarot's barrier but still somehow keeping their enemies from fleeing for the moment. Things were truly starting to improve for them in this long, drawn out fight. The Cosmic Lords and angelic woman would have to hurry and end the fight before their luck ran out. It seemed that Scooby was enraged that his allies were even attempting to bail on him, so it was only logical that Kakarot would try to redirect the dog-man's rage away from the young woman. "Hey!" he called out to the raging beast. "Your buddies bitched out on you. Are you still ready to die for them?" Then, it hit him. Scooby more than likely didn't give a shit about them. He wanted revenge. If he wanted to die again, they were all more than willing to oblige him again. First, we need to eliminate the small fry. Before he took off toward the white haired coward, he grinned, formed a crimson javelin of Ki in his hand and waved it to get Scooby's attention again. Then, he made it vanish and pursued his prey. The coward who tried to flee would die a painful death. His sword would go up his ass as long as Kakarot was still breathing. Hopefully, the bastard would still be breathing when it was being done to him. The screams that would fill the battlefield would give the Saiyan warrior chills. The thought alone gave him the fuel he needed to carry on. "C'mere you little bitch!" he yelled toward his unnamed prey. He reached deep within himself and pulled out some of his reserved energy. His aura licked at his skin and hair, giving him goosebumps. Eyes locked on his target, he took off at a sprint and leapt into the air. He discreetly called forth a small syringe in his hand. He put it to his neck and injected a light brown liquid into his bloodstream. The surge of energy he felt made him feel warm for a moment, but it was what he needed. When he landed from several hundred feet in the air, the mud at his feet exploded outward in all directions. The ground trembled violently under the power that was the Cosmic Butcher. "We're not done with you," he said to the white haired warrior as he closed the distance between them with a few long strides. He left the ground and delivered a descending right cross toward his prey's left ear and a quick left hook toward his ribs. Each punch was delivered quickly, but still with the intent to completely shatter his bones. When he hit the ground again, he slightly bent at the knees and pulled back his fists. With the ferocity only a Cosmic Lord could deliver, he continued his assault with a rising, bone crunching right hook toward the ribs and then and uppercut with all of his weight behind it, toward his prey's chin. To end the assault, he crouched even lower and tucked his chin into his chest before pushing off the ground and forcefully driving his head toward his soon-to-be-violated prey's chest. Go down already! He cannonballed backwards and then waited for his opponent's response. Hopefully, it would be to simply die. He would have to be prepared for anything though, so he settled into his stance and waited. Chaos and Brosiris would have to handle the other guys and make sure that their new ally wouldn't fall. Her assistance would not go to waste. Scooby's however, would prove to have been for nothing. We need a vacation after this.
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| Osiris | Aug 4 2013, 07:22 PM Post #82 |
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Pallor Lord
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I have now 24'd the entire Opposing Team. Nature began to warp around the demonic vessel as he defied his very the gap between demon and angel. Focusing on all the pain he had felt over the span of the battle, the Pallor Lord used it as conduit to reach his older memories. The whippings, the beatings, the days of labor without food or water. His childhood had given him a vast ocean of agony to draw upon, and his adulthood had brought with it the power to make it manifest upon the world. Mixing the divine power of the celestial's blood with the pure, warlike energy of his demonic transformation . . . he finally had enough control over the energy to unleash it. "Reap what you have sown!" Osiris threw his head back and roared into the heavens. A massive pillar of Ki pierced into the sky like a the Lance of Revelations. Midnight black and dawn white swirled around one another turning the pillar into a spinning drill. Slamming into the heavens, great fault lines tore open the universe once more. In seconds, the world was being drenched in the young Lords inner pain. The amethyst needles slammed home onto the ground with speed that rain or hail could never be fathomed to possess. The already ruined fields were suddenly being melted by the quickly liquifying energy. Within half a minute the prairies had been turned into hellish marshlands of black film - - - it was a sight straight out of Dante's inferno. As the storm continued to rage for several moments, Osiris hunched over onto his knees. He took deep gasping breathes as he felt the power evaporate from his flesh. The tattered remains of scales and bone-metal protrusions fell away from his body gradually reducing his demonic appearance. At least, the Pallor Lord stood tall again. His torso was completely bare revealing the intricate network of scars that over every inch of him. It seemed that truly there was more scar tissue than actual skin left as a covering for his muscles. Still breathing hard, Osiris looked around at his allies. He tried to fight back the feeling of self consciousness. These old wounds were personal, and as much as he had come to respect his fellow Lords, this was not a level of intimacy he desired. "Stay down," the Pallor Lord growled more to himself than his enemies. In a flash, he shot forward and lashed out towards the Wolfman with a vicious right cross. He was going to break that snout and slam his head straight into the ground. Before he had a chance to even stand still, he sprinted over to the giant saiyan and threw a hard punt straight for Broli's saiyan pride. The attacks didn't have any manner of subtly . . . Osiris was too tired to care about such matters anymore. He just wanted to leave them hurting. Actions: 1. Storm of Suffering .3 2. Storm of Suffering 9.3 3. Take a breather--- Cause yeah...He is tired. 4. Punch Kular in the face---- just to be sure. Tact: Kick Broli in the nuts---- just to be sure. Ki left: ZERO, I used all my Ki. After resting (figuring in my maintenance fee for my transformation) I had 90.4 Ki remaining. So, yup.... exactly enough lol |
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| Cado | Aug 4 2013, 09:31 PM Post #83 |
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Team respectable human being has been 48'd tbh, which means teh other side wins. |
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| Bardock | Aug 4 2013, 11:34 PM Post #84 |
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That was unexpected. Welcomed, but unexpected. I figured he would still have some fight left in him. The white-haired warrior collapsed lifelessly to the wet ground. The rumbling thunder dwindled down to a low purr, as if Mother Nature herself was relieved that one more of the combatants was out of the fight. The rain had died down to a light drizzle and the small fires that somehow still burned over some patches of grass had died down with the last drops. The overpowering scent of blood and sweat was finally overcome with the calming scent of burnt wood and rain. When it rains, it pours. After a quick look over his shoulder to see if one of the others were free to sneak up on him, he looked down at the still body of the young nuisance. It was his fault things had gone south for the Cosmic Lords. He and his allies had been a thorn in their side for far too long. The one battle was more than Kakarot could take from them. It didn't matter that the sword wielding warrior was down and out. He was going to pay. Now, where is your sword? Off to his left, lay the sword that was used earlier in the fight. In no rush, the Cosmic Butcher calmly picked it up and ran his fingers gently over the blade. He was not in a rush to carry out what he had intended to do from the beginning, though he knew that his brothers had other plans. Without further delay, he held the sword in one hand and picked up its owner with his free hand. With more effort than it would have normally taken him, he threw the motionless body in the air. It tumbled and flipped several times before descending rapidly in a sitting position. The Saiyan warrior looked up and raised the point of the sword to the sky. Enjoy. With a loud, crunchy, wet thud, the sword tore through its target's rectum. His gluteus maximus rested on the sword's hilt. Blood and shit slowly ran down the rest of the hilt, accelerating its descent due to the rain. Kakarot quickly dropped the sword and the body before anything nasty touched his skin. Before he made his way to Chaos, he spat on the corpse and kicked mud at its back. It began to stink far worse than anything he had smelled in years, so he increased his pace to the Cosmic Regent. "Another one down," was all he said. Had it not been for him and Gohan, Brosiris wouldn't have taken so long to do whatever weird shit he was doing on Earth. Had it not been for those two, the other two wouldn't have shown up. Then again, everything happened for a reason. It was because of them that they were assisted by the angelic young woman. She was an unlikely ally and one that Kakarot hoped would show up again when they needed Divine Intervention. It was never a good feeling to seek outside help, but sometimes exceptions had to be made. We should keep an eye on her. He would take it as a sign that change was a good thing. For now, we focus on the business at hand.
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| Lilly | Aug 5 2013, 03:04 AM Post #85 |
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Hope-Bearer
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Victory hung in the air, like a gigantic flag that stood over the entire battlefield. It wasn't bittersweet, it wasn't tragic...it was victory in it's purest form. The claw marks on the woman's back oozed with crimson, angelic blood. It was also an appetizer for her demonic ally. Questions ran through her head about the activity...but those were put on the back burner for the time being. If the roles were reversed, she would likely do the same but for a whole 'nother reason! Lilith gripped the hilt of her blade and walked over to the hulking saiyan; Broli. Her arm was still injured heavily, and would remain so until she could repair it. Finally, the big Saiyan would serve some useful purpose! His chest rose and fell in labored breaths as the unconscious body lay on the dirt. Once she was near the body, Lilly raised her blade up and plunged it down into the Earth. Which just so happened to also penetrate the muscle, bone and sinew of Broli's right arm, pinning his unconscious body down against the ground. Just in case! "What kind of soul do you have?" Lilly muttered. Kneeling down beside the body, the blue haired angel used her good arm to place her hand on the chest of her victim. At the spot she touched a pale yellow light began to shine, a holy light for what many would consider an unholy deed! The pale light allowed her hand to sink into the mans chest, past the skin and bones and right to the heart...the soul. Closing her eyes, the angel concentrated and found the soul. So warm...so lively. It sent a fuzzy feeling through her vessel. It was that very feeling that she sought to siphon for herself. Lilly began to transfer it's essence to her own body; to amazing results! Her wounds instantly sealed up! The blood crept back into her, clean and pristine as ever. Her arm fixed itself to perfection once again; and within seconds she was back in tip top shape. A shape worthy of an Elder Celestial. But a darkness settled over that particular area, perhaps due to the clouds above them. Lilith's hand, still in the man's body, began to apply pressure to the heart and soul. His body shuddered slightly under the supernatural pressure she applied. A little bit more... Boom! His heart exploded! Or rather, his entire chest seemed to explode under the stress. A rain of blood and guts smacked Lilith in the face, and sprayed on anyone who happen to be in the immediate vicinity, possibly even those who weren't. Two arms, a head, and two legs laid on the ground, covered in nothing but thick red paint. His eyes were open, but there was no light in them anymore. She had snuffed it out. A thick pool of blood encompassed the girl and the body parts; without the torso it seemed that the body parts just hurried to expel the red liquid onto the Earth. Lilly rose up and turned to the companions she shared this battle with. "It was great fighting under the same banner as you. If you ever need help, call me. I'll hear it. I'm Lilly," she bowed to them all, with blood and guts practically covering her once pristine form. Her tongue flicked out slightly, tasting the Saiyan blood that sat on the sides of her lips. "Too salty..." (ESPLODING BROLI.) (Aka Kill) |
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| Osiris | Aug 6 2013, 03:16 AM Post #86 |
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So, just managed to lose my whole post for this . . . so screw the glits and glamour and gore. Osiris: Claiming the FG kill Kakarot: Claiming the Yume Kill Lillith: Claiming the Broli Kill Chaos: Stealing the Drakengaard from Kular. Fin. |
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