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| Fg Vs Kc Duel; Ref: Ayakon | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 29 2013, 06:45 AM (3,541 Views) | |
| Towa | Sep 1 2013, 05:29 AM Post #51 |
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Electricity lit up the former King’s brain like seasonal fireworks as he became acutely aware of the fatigue that wracked his body from the exertions of both the atmospheric friction and getting more building supplies than was funny dropped on him. Still perched atop the smaller building, he took a knee as the building opposite collapsed into a smoky ruin that obscured almost everything around him. Sweat dripped from his brow, collecting in the grime and causing streaks of blood, sweat and dirt to cascade down the regal features of the former Cosmic King. The whelp had wounded him. The whelp had wounded him! Cold seized a chunk of debris from the tiles in front of him and ground it into a fine powder before slamming his fist into the rooftop. He was the great changeling Lord Cold. Nobody wounded him! Nobody defeated him! Nobody made him bleed! How could it be that he was almost done for again? The Saiyan brat should be dead! Like a blast from a gun, the object of Cold’s rage came sailing out of the gloom. A snarl crossed the face of the strongest changeling at the prospect of grounding this boy into powder, just as he had done with the piece of debris moments earlier. Gone was the calm that Cold had found within himself; gone was the control that he had achieved in his base form. There were just three words running through the former King’s mind right now. Murder. Death. Kill. But the tyrant’s bloodlust would not be sated just yet, as he found himself somewhat unprepared for the surprisingly apt feint on the part of the Saiyan. Their powers were almost equal, even without his transformation. How was this possible? No Saiyan brat could rival the great Lord Cold! The sudden pain in his back seemed to mock the King of Cruel, enraging him even further as it throbbed. The boy sprang from behind him, aiming a dishonourable attack at the Lord’s eyes. Already seeing red, Cold tilted his head back as the poking fingers passed harmlessly overhead and the momentum carried the brat away before anything further could be done. The next attack was another cowardly move, apparently out of desperation after having a building dropped on him. Rather than suffer the whelp any longer, the former Cosmic King used his superior speed conditioning to step backwards and attempt to punt the brat in the chin. All of the pent-up rage from the last several months of posturing, grandstanding and failure came out in a roar of frustration that send qi energy out in all directions. Furious winds were whipped up and the surrounding buildings began to collapse under the force of a hundred hurricanes all at once. As the power intensified, Cold seized a sensu bean from his pouch and popped it in his mouth. The resulting increase in power was enough to obliterate everything in a ten-mile radius around the building that Cold was currently standing on. Content that his power was at its absolute maximum, Cold rose up into the air and sought the Saiyan brat. It was time for him to die. Finding a boy amidst a wasteland of destroyed Earthican grandiosity turned out to be surprisingly easy and once Cold was locked on, the murder death kill rage returned anew. His body turned blue, though it would be difficult to see the change in colour against the backdrop of the blue sky at this distance. He stayed there for longer than one would think, given the destructive anger that had just been exhibited at the expense of the lives of thousands of people. One would think correctly, for the former Cosmic King and perpetual King of Cruel was a wily creature of serpentine cunning and absolute power. He used the after-image technique to try and convince the boy that he was still looking, when in actuality he was already on the attack. Moments before the blue after-Cold vanished, the real Cold would be impacting against the boy’s stomach at a speed that would see him burst straight through if he was strong enough. Word Count: 689
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| Pierce | Sep 2 2013, 03:44 AM Post #52 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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“Oof!” Gohan took a hard sock to the chin and was suddenly made aware of the many injuries racking his body. Blood was seeping from places he hadn’t known had been cut and it seemed the agony was getting worse every moment. He had no time to worry about trivial factors like pain, though. Cold was looking angrier than ever before. For a moment he stood, fury and frustration building up on his face like dirt gathering on a surface that was already repulsive. And then he seemed to explode in a wave of force that sent Gohan right off the building and through the air behind. He tried to fight against the burst of ki as he flew but it was no use, and the boy found himself sailing through several buildings and bouncing off the ground like a skipping stone before finally coming to a crash right outside the border of South City. Hiding his fear of the new level of power his foe had reached the half saiyan silently stood and dusted himself off. He slowly began to make his way back into the city, fighting the intense force, only to be blasted off his feet again as Cold’s power skyrocketed further into the reaches of infinity. Gohan would’ve laughed about previously thinking he could possibly match Cold’s true power, if he wasn’t back on the ground, watching one particular piece of flying rubble fall rather close to him. Very close…like he could almost reach out and touch it. And then he didn’t have to because it touched him, hard. He screamed as the first of many large pieces of concrete smashed onto him, and soon he was unable to see or use any of the senses save for the occasional ‘THUD!’ of another concrete slab landing on him, burying him further into this prison. Eventually it ended and he dug his up, tossing pieces aside and ripping through larger slabs. Moonlight broke into the concrete coffin and he crawled the last distance, finding himself atop a small mountain of rock and concrete. He found Cold in the sky, looking back at him. His body suddenly turned a shade of blue that would’ve been nigh impossible to see against a blue day sky. Fortunately it was night time, as it had been at the start of the fight, and so the blue stuck out easily. Gohan recognised the colour of an afterimage and did not need the assistance of his telepathy to know it was time to get the fuck out. He rapidly looked around, not sure which way to go. Then he faintly saw a blur coming at him, illuminated by the blue of the afterimage, and recognised the technique he had seen a few minutes ago: Dragon Dive. On his ship, Cold had nearly ripped him to pieces with one. And now even the slightest hit would be enough to break him. Horrible images of getting pierced through the stomach and dying with no chance for a counterattack stopped Gohan in his tracks. If he did die, we would make it dramatic…not anticlimactic. He was filled with a sudden urgency and knew it didn’t matter which fucking direction he went in, as long as he went now, because even if he was wrong and that wasn't a dragon dive, it definitely wasn't anything good. Immediately the psychic master concluded his speed was not enough, but he had used Instant Transmission just before, and another one would be tough. Too bad, he thought to himself. Tough it up, and dodge that fucker. Just go home today knowing you successfully dodged one thing! The psychic master quickly focused, knowing that even if this worked it would hurt a lot afterwards. With a bit of a push, he finally managed to rip himself out of the fragile tissue of space just in time to avoid getting the fragile tissue inside his body torn to bits. Coming back into existence on another rubble pile a hundred metres away from where he had just been, Gohan watched as what looked like a gargantuan purple comet blasted right through the space he had dared to occupy a second ago. For the third time in the last minute or so he was knocked off his feet and rolled down the hill he was on, finding himself at the bottom in pain exacerbated by the intense workout of using Instant Transmission twice. Once again he climbed to his feet, sensing Cold a short distance away. Light drops of rain pattered against the ground as Gohan realised that, with the damage he had taken, Cold didn’t even need to finish him off. After a few hours without treatment he would be dying off anyway. With that in mind the boy decided he had to strike now, and yellow ki began to form in his hand. It started off as a few pellets of energy, floating around, giving off weak warmth against the cool night air. Then they formed together into an orb that grew before flattening out, becoming a disk that sizzled as rain pelted against it, giving birth to the slightest wisps of steam. After only a few seconds a full-size disk was in Gohan’s hand, spinning fast and ready to cut through anything. He immediately moved into a sprint, pumping his left arm while his right held focus on the giant laser buzz saw it was holding. Not the sort of thing you wanted to drop. Gohan leapt from pile to pile of rubble as he moved to his nemesis, planning out what he assumed would be their final encounter. He went past bits of wall and floor, cords and smashed glass, and found himself able to empathise with the lives and possessions lost today. After all, he had lost everything. And now so had this city. Finally he got through the maze of hills and found Cold, waiting for him. Barely giving time to react Gohan dived forward, trying to tackle his foe with his free hand. If all went to plan he would have Cold on the ground, pinned by a hand holding him by the neck. Then the half saiyan would raise the ki disk and toss it down, through his own hand, into the bulky neck of the man he swore to slay. He smiled, thinking about it. The blood loss from a lost hand would kill him in seconds, if not outright, and as soon as he awoke in the Next Dimension he would kill himself again and be freed of the despair that had been shoved onto him in the last few minutes. No more loneliness, no more worrying about having no possessions or money…just sweet, sweet oblivion. Hopefully he would get Cold too. At least nobody could say he didn’t try. And the best part? Even if he failed to beat his enemy, he would leave him with a scar that would never be cured. Bloodlust. At that moment all the King of Cruel wanted was to kill Gohan, and if the boy killed himself, Gohan denied this privilege. It would be like living your whole life with an itch that you just couldn’t scratch… He almost that to happen, really. It would be nice to make the changeling suffer. “Sorry I have to cutthis short, Cold,” he spat violently, putting on a bravado that was not his own. And then he threw his raised arm downwards at such a speed it seemed to snap from one position to another. Even with a completely blunt object he suspected he would’ve been able to cut through the fingers and into Cold, but this was the Destructo Disk, one of the sharpest surfaces in the galaxy. It would hopefully go right through. Word Counts: WC: 1,266 TWC: 13,503 Actions: 1-2: Teleport Dodge AT [Immobilized 4/6 | 10% Ki Cost] 3: Silent Shoes Special Attack [Undodgeable | DR2 |0% Ki Cost] 4-Near Death: ST + Destructo Disk [Immobilized 5-6/6 | DR8 | CE: Death | PL: 351,763| Speed: 44,420 | 12% Ki Cost] Ki Used: 22% Ki Remaining: 0.6% Stamina Drain: 17,613 Damage Taken: 0 Total Damage Taken: 25,211 Power Level: 183,210/225,944 Ki: 112,972 Strength: 30,628/30,628 Speed: 29,613/29,613 Toughness: 30,022/30,022 [38,746 Armored] Stamina: 9,154/26,767 Vitality: 434/25,555 Determination: 709 Charisma: 315 Intelligence: 1,403 Current Modifiers: +5% to Physical Attacks 14% Damage Reduction Counters and stuff: Counters @ KC: 0/1 Counters @ All: 0/4 Telepathy: 0/2 Resilience: 0/2 Telekinetic Mastery: 0/2 Deflect: 0/1 Kiai: 0/1 Transmute Energy: 0/1 Runic Blast: 0/3 Kunai: 0/3 Speed Teleport: 2/7 Invisible Jumping: 0/2 Techs: Kamehameha: 3/3 Super Kamehameha: 3/3 Solar Flare: 1/1 Hyper Tornado: 3/3 Deca Form: 2/3 Kienzan: 3/3 Galatica Donut: 1/1 Big Bang Attack: 1/3 Fusion Ball: 2/3 Fusion Beam: 3/3 Ice Blast: 0/2 Flash Bomb: 1/3 10x Kamehameha: 0/1 Destructo Disk: 0/1 Dyne Power Up: 3/6 Barrier: 3/3 Opal Electricity: 1/1 Burst Rush: 0/1 Instant Transmission: 0/1 Prepared Items: Bag o' Senzu Beans 3/4 |
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| Aya | Sep 2 2013, 11:24 PM Post #53 |
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When are we eating?
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I'm ruling FG's dodge a mostly success. Meaning FG takes only 20% of the damage of the attack. Unfortunately because of FG's previous damage Future Gohan is dead. And I'm ruling the Teleport as unused. I think it would've killed him before he got it off. So at least that's saved. |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
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| Towa | Sep 3 2013, 03:48 AM Post #54 |
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As the lithe, agile creature known to the rest of the universe as King Cold flew towards his opponent, the Saiyan boy saw his doom coming. He knew what he wanted to do in order to save himself for a few moments longer, but wasn't up to the task of putting his plan into motion. With more time and training, he might have been but he had run out of both. Nevertheless, he was more successful than Cold would have anticipated and the former King merely clipped the boy as he passed instead of destroying him completely. Barely successful as the attack was, it would still be enough to cripple the boy. When Cold stopped several miles away, he sauntered back in the direction of the fight. Ominously, he couldn't sense the boy's energy anywhere and it wasn't until he happened upon the broken body of the Saiyan that he figured out why. The Saiyan brat was dead; felled by Cold's final attack. The King of Cruel drew his sword one final time in order to remove the head and hands from the body of the Saiyan. These he set aside before setting to work upon the body. When he was done some time later, the body of the Saiyan called Gohan was no longer recognisable as having belonged to a humanoid being. The prime cuts had been removed and separated into steaks, while the rest was a smoking pile of biotic material that would take forensic scientists weeks to muddle out. An eyeblink later, Cold was upon his ship. The hands were in Cold's hand jar and the head was on it's way by refrigerated mail to the being who requested it. With his trophies secure, there was one last thing to do. The King of Cruel's last act in-system was putting his Future Gohan steaks into the freezer to ensure that he would enjoy his Saiyan Victory Steak for weeks to come. Fin.
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