| Welcome to Alex's DBZ RPG 5 Forum. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Strega (l) Vs Buuvan (w); Ref: EPIC AYAKUNE! | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Aug 21 2013, 12:48 AM (1,123 Views) | |
| Strega | Aug 21 2013, 12:48 AM Post #1 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
Days had passed since his arrival on Toffit and for days he had spent his time whiling away under the 'tutelage' of the elder council if it could be called that at all. Their training seemed hollow and the methods were less than hands on. He knew what they were up to and he was growing rather frustrated with all of it. In the halls of the fortress he was treated as an outcast and in the elders chambers he was pitied as some invalid whom was being tested to see just how far he could go before his sickness finally claimed him. He had come here for answers and instead he felt like a prisoner in his own body. "Damn it! I can't take this anymore! I refuse to just sit idly by so that I can be watched like some lab rat that needs to be put down when the time is right!" he burst out during one particularly grueling meditation session. He stood in a flash and burst out the double doors that seemed fit for giants in a whirl of anger and frustration. The worst part was that he knew they were partly right, and the seething burn that was encompassing his right shoulder and starting to creep toward his chest only served to add to his irritation. It was the ultimate humiliation both as a warrior and especially as a saiyan. The proud heritage of his ancestors brooded within his veins as the demonic voice cackled in response to his explosive display. Marble tile passed unnoticed beneath his feet as his brooding took hold of him and he decided to forgo focusing on where he was heading. It wasn't until he saw a strange flash in the distance that he was snapped from his childish self pity and realized just what was going on. It seemed completely impossible and unreal for something such as this to be happening but the spectacle was enough that it drew the attention even of those celestial busy bodies that seemed to shut out the rest of the world. There on the horizon was a flicker like that of an Earth summer storm but it wasn't the storm that was troubling. Instead it was what it was that emanated from the storm. He could feel a massive collection of power all in one place and it registered beyond what he thought was even conceivable. The possibility of what it could be caused the hair on his neck to rise as the wind brought along the metallic smell of ki blasts and darkness seemed to swirl about the location causing the eerie orange and red light to seem all the more ominous. His attention was drawn off to his left where a cohort of armored angelic beings lifted from an alcove and shot off toward the disturbance. Not one to tarry Strega decided that his time might be spent better served trying to investigate this unreal anomaly than sitting in the chambers with some dusty old scholars. Perhaps there were some that were not quite so pleased that the celestials had seen fit to make this planet into a warped reality and it seemed that hell itself may have opened its vicious maw in order to right that wrong. When he tried to leave by conventional methods he found himself face to face with yet another armored group, a fair haired doll looking boy, held up one hand. "Halt! I am under strict orders to ensure that you remain within the safety of the fortress at all times. We are handling the situation." he ordered. "What the hell kind of situation do you think you have going on here!?" He shouted above the din of the crowd. "You think this is some kind of spilt milk accident? I don't think so!" He could see by the look on the mans face that it was no use and he really had no desire to face a group just now. "Fine, you win." Strega turned away and instead walked toward the lower levels of the fortress. "Let's see if these guys really are as naive as I think." He decided to try his luck again and see if the pretentious guard felt confident enough in his abilities that he had once more threatened someone successfully and expected complete obedience. He slipped through a lower gate and in an instant was over the high wall and into the surrounding forest. After he was far enough away he took to the air once more. It seemed he had lost his escort and he was safe to explore the situation. As he adjusted his headings he felt a familiar ki signature nearby and couldn't help but wonder if he was drawn by the situation as well. Worst of all what if he was here to take part in it. The halfbreed dropped his suppression and allowed his full power to show, making himself evident to the newcomer and hoping that he might be able to catch him before he could claim a side in the seemingly brewing war taking place for the sake of the planet. Something told him that he was going to have to prove himself once more and that his friend would be eager for a rematch. He pulled his sword and waited. ------------------------------------------------------ WC: 884 TWC: 884 1: Drop weights (not rped) 2: Release Suppression 3: Blademaster Stance 4: (Lost) T: (Closed)
|
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| Cado | Aug 21 2013, 11:36 PM Post #2 |
![]()
ADBZRPG Guru
|
"Wake up," a raspy voice called out. All around them was an inferno of chaos- the bright, cyan grass was alit with the unholy flames that only Lucifer himself could weave. The trees, despite giving their best effort, were no match; one by one they crashed to the ground. Moving through this mess would be nigh impossible, even if one could only see through the thick smoke that propagated itself throughout the air. The worst part of it all was that some lowly worm was waking Buu from his nap. The Majin's bloodshot eyes shot open with absolute lividity. "What," he sternly demanded. Moving his eyes to the source of the cacophonous disturbance revealed an older man trapped under a flaming log. Although debonair and urbane, this pitiful excuse for a warrior was weak. Annoying. Unfit to lick the bottom of Buu's boot (though if he wanted to, the pink menace would allow it.) "Please... help me..." he cried out with one hand extending out as far as his body would allow. What the Hell was going on, anyway? Just a little while prior to this moment the grass was not on fire. And the trees were standing upright. And there was no man pleading for help. "What happened?" Buu asked with waning patience. The only thing keeping this man alive was curiosity, and even then... "Some crazy people over there," the man paused for a second to point, "started killing each other. It was crazy! I was sent to go investigate." Carefully eying down this stranger, Buu asked, "Why?" The man seemed insulted. "I have one of the highest power levels on Toffit! Now help me!" The demon grinned. "Apparently not," he said in a friendly voice. Buu took the fallen man's hand and pulled.... and pulled... out pulled.. until.. "POP!" The arm flew out of its socket and its owner started babbling incoherently. If only Buu had a video camera! Or knew how to work one, for that matter. The flesh on Buu's back began to melt off until a nice little puddle formed underneath. It inched closer to the unconscious individual and wrapped itself around his entire body. With every passing second it expanded, until it was large enough to completely envelope him. And then it did. The blob condensed and returned to Buu, who enjoyed the bolstered power. He happily walked off and away from the fire, blowing up any stray stump in his way. The sound of metal being unsheathed drew the Majin's attention only a minute after leaving. Buu turned his head to see Strega, his old friend. Or was he an enemy? After all, this... this thing had defeated him once before back on Maverick. But he was also one of three people in the universe who was nice to the walking blob of goo. Regardless of who he was, Buu moved near him with a smile and, assuming Strega didn't move, rested his pink hand upon his friend's shoulder in a friendly gesture. And then the smile deepened. "Hi," was all the demon muttered before pulling his head back and ramming it forward, aiming for the base of Strega's forehead.
|
![]() |
|
| Strega | Aug 22 2013, 02:02 PM Post #3 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
As his feet set down on the soft dirt he could smell the smoke fuming off the quickly spreading blaze. The logical side of his brain was screaming for him to get as far away as possible or else risk serious harm, but the warrior side refused to let him stand down from this encounter. As if a reminder of just how intense the situation was the ground shook with the force of yet another devastating attack and he swore he could hear the hellhounds growling in excitement. The air shortly became thick with particles of ash and smoke. It clung to his flesh, flecking his skin with black marks everywhere they would land. He could hear the crackling of trees being felled and the rush of the flames making their way toward him like a great typhoon building speed edited crashing against the shore and devastating everything in its wake. The fire was sure to leave a swath of death that wouldn't be healed for quite some time. While the forest continued to consume he felt the signature suddenly spike before his pink demon frien appeared from the smoke. The creature looked quite intimidating when he entered in such a way and there was something about his eyes that cast a feeling of unease throughout his body. But he approached in a civil enough way and so the half saiyan sheathed his sword as the figure came closer, the fires that now had reached their location casting an eery light on him. A friendly hand was placed on his shoulder and the two greeted one another with a smile. But then there was something in his comrades eyes, a shift in mindset and the sudden scent of blood and gore caused Strega's nose to wrinkle in revulsion. It all suddenly dawned on him. The sudden spike in power, the look in his eyes. Buu had played a hand in someone's death and even if he had no ill will toward him he had no intention of holding back now. The headbutt came swiftly but the hybrid was faster. His hand had never fully relaxed off of the hilt of his blade and as he leaned his head to the right he drew it out and aimed to slam the base into his now foe's solar plexus. In the same motion he slid the blade up in a diagonal slice aiming to tear open the amorphous ones chest. He was well aware now that natural wounds didnt affect his friend in the same way as others and so he wouldn't be in danger of death from such things. He couldn't hold back and his instincts had taken over. As he put some distance between them he heard a loud creak as the forest cried out in protest to its molestation by the inferno which was now all about them. Trees groaned as fell all about them, creating an impenetrable barrier between them and the remainder of the world. Strega knew he would have to deal with the blood lusting demon before he could worry about escape. He rushed forward and performed an acrobatic twisting spin which brought his right heel down toward his friends right shoulder. Not wanting to let up just yet he finished off by unleashing a series of three punches and kicks aimed to pepper his foe from all angles. He couldn't be sure the outcome but only time would tell. --------- WC: 574 TWC: Actions Free: Blademaster Stance Counter a2 - Quickcut, SA Sword 1: SA kick 2-4:: QA x6 T: (closed)
|
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| Cado | Aug 23 2013, 12:39 AM Post #4 |
![]()
ADBZRPG Guru
|
Being only a dilettante in the art of combat, Buu's "surprise attack" was a spectacular failure. It really was. Strega easily moved out of the way, jamming the bottom of his blade into the Majin's stomach. Most people would see this as a bad thing... but Buu had never been like most people. The entire time all he could do was laugh hysterically, even as the searing pain of metal tore its way through that soft, pink flesh. What could have been a cheerful reunion between two pals was transformed into a fierce battle, and that was undoubtedly because of Buu. But judging from the speed of his foe's response, Strega was anticipating such a move; had he really gotten that predictable? The Demon stumbled back and looked down at what had been done- a deep crevice emerged in a diagonal line along the right side of his torso. No time to get cocky, however. Well... that wasn't entirely true. There was always a time for cockiness. "Thbbbbt!" Buu put his hands near his face and stuck his tongue out in a jocular showcase of indifference to Strega's strength. The hybrid's foot came crashing down through the air and smacked right into the Majin's shoulder- but it elicited no response. Instead, the foot only sunk deeper and deeper, trapped in the gooey substance. "Now what?" Buu taunted with a shine in his eye. Answering his own question, he raised his right arm straight up and subsequently slammed his elbow down into Strega's leg, releasing it shortly after. The unrelenting Paladin did not seem amused and retaliated by unleashing a furry of punches and kicks from everywhere at once- all Buu could do was brace himself and grunt through the inevitable bruising, waiting for an opening, and allowing Strega to gain a foothold until... BAM! With his left fist Buu punched the base of a tree, causing it to shake and fall down over his determined opponent. It was fun! It was unexpected! It wasn't enough. That psychotic grin was replaced by a deep frown. Sure, a falling tree was hilarious. But what he really needed was a bit of sadistic violence in order to get this battle going. Buu [n]tore off[/b] his left hand using his right hand. It hovered in midair before him, and with one nonverbal command from its master, the phantom ligament raced off to where Strega was like a rocket. Meanwhile, Buu looked back down at his wound from earlier. Fighting with a giant slash in your chest cavity wasn't smart, so with only a little bit of focus, the wound began to heal.
|
![]() |
|
| Strega | Aug 23 2013, 03:32 PM Post #5 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
The silvery blade of the heros sword sliced into the jelly like flesh of the demon like a hot knife through butter. Strega had expected to have some success but what he had not accounted for was just how soft his opponents flesh would be. He had only intended to offer a small slash as a warning but instead had nearly opened a hole in the side of his misunderstood friend. Worry struck him for a moment before he realized that what he thought was a cry of pain was in fact a fit of laughter. It seemed that the psychosis may have been deeper than he suspected and that he was going to have to be extra careful that the pink one didnt take this 'fun' just a little too far. Not wasting a moment he surged forth and when his leg dropped he felt it sink in far more than he had expected it to. Menacing eyes locked with his as the other fighter mocked his attempt. A quick flash of foreboding urged him to extricate his appendage from the depths of his quick sand like foe but it was too late by the time the arm slammed down into his leg, forcing him free again. With a disgusting slurping sound his leg came free and he rolled back into a combination of blows. Just as it seemed he might be taking the advantage a crashing sound emanated from his side where a blow had just gone wide, but apparently not aimed so poorly as he thought. A burning tree became an instrument of doom that threatened to crush him and cook him beneath its weight. Acting quickly he dove aside and landed in a right roll that carried him to safety. The safety would not last long though for as soon as he found his knee he felt a fist come flying hard across his face and send him sprawling back onto the ashy ground. He coughed hard as a sudden death brought with it a cloud of smoke and fumes. He was forced to roll to his side to stop the hacking. Before he found his feet though he felt a blessing from the sky and was suddenly surrounded by the hissing of the inferno's dismay. It seemed the planet had responded to the threat and now a massive storm cloud was moving in and it seemed to only aid to the chaos around them. Fire below, thunder above, rain and earth all around. It seemed they had a meeting of all the elements this day. Knowing there was no letting up the saiyan hybrid foun his feet and felt with his mind the same burning tree that was used against him previously between te two of them. He willed the massive log to defy gravity and hurtle at his enemy in retaliation. Hw gathered his ki and just as the log would obscure the others vision he held out his left had and unleashed a beam of energy that would home in on its target and hopefully set him up to end hi assault with a series of four punches to the head. ------------- WC: 512 Actions Free: take a1 1: dodge a2 Free: take a3 2: Telekinetic Mastery (+50%) 3: Tsuidhan (-6% ki, PL: 145,689) 4-T: QA x4 punches Ki used: 6% Remaining: 93%
|
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| Cado | Aug 24 2013, 07:01 AM Post #6 |
![]()
ADBZRPG Guru
|
When did it start raining? With its mission completed, Buu's fist flew back and latched right back on his wrist. Strega was down and things were definitely looking to be in the demon's favor... actually, maybe he should go over there and help his friend out... Suddenly, somehow, the tree that fell to Strega was thrown back to Buu. It was almost as if gravity switched directions. Too confused to do anything, the wooden weapon worked as intended and smashed into the Majin's abdomen. A flash behind the log signaled another attack as well. Buu grabbed the flaming log and like a deadly game of baseball, swung at the beam of energy, sending it flying away before it subsequently dissipated into the atmosphere. The flames from the tree leaped onto the demon's flesh which only served to fuel his power. Back when fighting the elements with Vlad and Krillin, Buu had absorbed the essence of air- giving him the ability to fly. Now he would absorb the essence of fire, using it as a shield against both his friends and enemies. Strega may have been a friend, but Buu didn't discriminate during a fight. "Wait.." Buu muttered to himself, drawing a mental picture of what had just happened. Strega's punches all made contact, each one stunning the Majin just enough for the next to land. The pain made it hard to focus, and this only frustrated him more. "WAIT!" Buu roared out. Did- did Strega move that tree magically? Buu didn't have any magic powers! Well, not like THAT anyway. It wasn't fair. This fight wasn't fair. Strega was cheating and cheating meant it wasn't fun anymore. These thoughts streaked across Buu's mind until he just couldn't take it. Like a pissed off gorilla, the pink creature pounded his chest with both fists. Steam began to pour out of the holes that poked throughout the surface of his flesh. Every second that passed during this tantrum led to an increase in strength, but Buu simply didn't care. He had only one focus. Still using both hands to hold the tree, the antenna resting atop the demon's head began to glow a bright blue. Light emanated from this source, glowing brighter and brighter until a large blue beam fired from it. The sheer force of the Kamehameha pushed its user back several feet as it raced towards Strega, propelled by this new source of speed and power. Still livid, Buu spun around in a circle with the tree still in his hands, and finally threw it at the hybrid WITHOUT using magical psychic powers.
|
![]() |
|
| Aya | Aug 25 2013, 12:14 AM Post #7 |
|
When are we eating?
|
Alright so real talk now. Strega. I feel like you're a more experienced writer. Your writing is good. Like, really good. I like the words that you write is what I'm saying. On the other hand. Buuvan, you're a younger writer. But your writing in this battle shows that you're giving it your all. You're experimenting with new stuff, you're trying to expand your vocabulary without being overly loquacious, you're even taking the character seriously while keeping that Buu-ish innocence and that's a difficult thing to do. I'm going to give the RP Award to Buuvan HOWEVER if I see one post -- one post -- where I feel like Buu isn't giving me his best, if I see just a little tiny bit of slacking, I will hand it over to Strega. Like you do not even know how quickly I will do it. And so ends my catechism. I've gotten a request to postpone damage until after Strega resolves this series' of events. So I will do so. |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
![]() |
|
| Strega | Aug 25 2013, 01:57 PM Post #8 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
The fires pitched and screamed around them like some epic struggle between good and evil. The heat about them only intensified as the smoke and fire was joined by steam. A shock wave of unknown origin washed over the area from the direction of the ungodly power levels, stripping some of the trees of their leaves and once more stoking the fire into a massive uproar that seemed to defy the heavenly showers that sought to drown it. The air was chokingly thick and the little relief that was brought by the cool showers soon turned to agitation when it mixed with the ash and caked the warriors in a muddy concoction. Strega knew that no matter the elements could throw at him he needed to remain alert and be cautious otherwise he risked becoming a fatality to a simple mistake in what he hoped would remain a friendly competition. That friendly competition though might quickly take another direction if things continued as they were though. The flaming lo became an unexpected projectile and successfully slammed into the amorphous one and it seemed only to anger him. The beam of ki was easily swatted away with his previous instrument of war and it seemed now that the fires that were ravaging the woodland around them had consumed the demon although it was to his benefit apparently. The demonic saiyan could sense the sudden rise in power and it was well beyond what he had been expecting. There was little he could do in the way of defense and so he did the only thing he could and positioned his body in such a way that he would be able to dissipate some of the damage. It was a skill that he had learned over years of hard training and harsh pummelings. The beam closed in fast and quick as lightning the hybrid's arms reached forth and his palms greeted the glowing orb that was a precursor to the strong beam behind it. The force of the attack pushed him back with such strength that when his feet dug in he formed a long trench several inches deep. The dirt mounded behind his feet and with a show of strength he threw the beam into the ground with all his might. With a bright flash the area where he had once stood was transformed into a deep crater, another tree falling as the explosion chunked its base. Floating above the crater was an angelic figure, mired in dirt and stinging a little from the burns but still willing to press on. Strega could feel the strength coursing through his veins and the familiar calm that had taken hold of his mind. From his back a pair of almost invisible wings spread wife and his hair was so fair it was nearly white. His eyes were crystalline blue an his face was set with determination. He allowed the energy to build within him and with a wry grin several bits of debris closed in from all sides on his opponent as his power rose even higher. In the blink of an eye he disappeared from sight only to reappear off to the demons left side where his built up energy would explode outward and hopefully catch the pink warrior off guard. ---------- Actions 1: Manuevers on a5 2: Ascension 3: Telekinesis (.3%) 4: charge (.3%) 5: NS (-17% ki, PL: 204,777) Ki used: 17.6% Remaining: 75.4%
|
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| Aya | Aug 25 2013, 10:15 PM Post #9 |
|
When are we eating?
|
STREGLS HAS TAKEN 27% BUU HAS TAKEN 3% (His regenerate was successful before. Pls to hit him harder, Strega. Pls.) 'K. Keep go. |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
![]() |
|
| Cado | Aug 27 2013, 04:46 AM Post #10 |
![]()
ADBZRPG Guru
|
Waves of debris bombarded the Majin, who took this as an opportunity to showcase his durability. Sticks, twigs, dirt and rocks all collided into a singular point of focus almost as if they were trapped in a whirling cyclone. All Buu could do was throw his arms up to his chest and lower his head like a turtle, waiting for the telekinetic assault to end. "I thought this was a friendly battle..." Buu's eyes grew wide as his words were cut off by an eruption of power from the transformed man across from him, easily shredding the branches which enveloped both the warriors. Normally in these types of situations, one instinctively fell back to their training- training that Buu never had to begin with. In a panic, forgetting all about the ability to fly, the blob stretched towards the sky with his head leading the journey upwards. As the bottom half of Buu's body caught up with the top, the force of the two slamming back together began to compress his being into a diminutive sphere. Then, like a pinball launched from a spring, he carelessly shot himself back down to the ground- and more importantly, back down where Strega was. Like a missile Buu hoped to collide in a spectacular display of force and momentum, spreading his gooey substance in every direction. Whether it made contact or not, in the following seconds he was already reformed into the creature people knew and love. This was fun. Immediately Salmon hues of energy entrapped this pink warrior as the euphoria of battle rushed into his system, hazing his mind. A blood thirsty grin etched its way onto his face upon realizing now that Strega had tapped into the latent cornucopia of his power... Buu didn't need to hold back. Without any warning the same unholy flames as before danced around his extremities and Buu was on the move again, attempting to smack the hybrid into the air. It wouldn't end just there, however. The onslaught would continue as Buu produced that same amazing speed to fly above where his foe would be, putting all his weight into a kick that would surely send its target crashing right into Toffit's soggy soil. The black orbs lodged in his skull lazily drifted onto his heavenly opponent. For the first time Buu looked at this Paladin- truly looked at him. And what did he notice? "You'd look better with this," Buu muttered under his breath, just loud enough for Strega to pick up. With one swift motion the antenna resting on his head was plucked off like a guitar string and flung threw the air to meet with its new owner, gaining more speed with each second. Buu frowned. "Buu would too though..." The Demon could hardly contain his pride and amusement as a brand new antenna formed where the old one had just departed. When this was all over, Buu would go and open his own store.
|
![]() |
|
| Strega | Aug 28 2013, 08:14 PM Post #11 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
The forest about them had turned into their very own hellish nightmare that seemed to threaten to close in on them at any moment. If he hadn't witnessed the turn of events with his own eyes he very well may have believed that he was trapped inside one of his nightmares again and that any moment he would find himself waking in a cold sweat aboard the Bahamut. But he had witnessed it all happen and the threat of getting snuffed out for good by the hellstorm around them was dangerous enough, add to that the fact that he was in a fierce competition with a half crazed demon that seemed to have no sense of just how far a normal body could go before it was rendered dead. So far he had been holding back because he was thinking of this as a friendly match against a friend and even though he had some idea that his opponent was not pulling any punches he still thought that perhaps he could push it too far and this would turn into a death match instead of a show of strength. But that thought passed from his mind when he had to face down the next round of assaults. The noise around them reached an almost unbearable level as the force of his whirlwind of debris pulled at the flames and created a hurricane of burning ember and brush but it seemed that the pink thing he was facing off again was able to withstand such an assault and when this aura exploded he watched as the gooey fighter stretched to incredible lengths before springing up and snapping back to shape. He could tell by the way that he was being looked at that an attack was imminent and luckily his training seemed to outweight that of his friend and he leaped back, pitching and weaving to avoid the blobs of what must be Buu goo and charging up his own attack in retaliation. His palms glowed before the threw forward a beam of energy that snaked around the forest and would eventually approach from the side in an attempt to catch the creature off guard and hopefully save him from the powerful attack that he was facing. He couldn't see the outcome of his attack but when he emerged from behind a tree once again he noticed his oppinent but this time he was much closer than he had expected. A booted foot slammed into his head and slammed him down into the soft, cool earth. Before he could stand he felt a plop on his forehead and noticed that he now had a similar tentacle to his friend. His face set with determination as he ripped the thing from his head and extricated himself from the new crater. When he stood his stance was wide and ready. A smirk of excitement appeared on his face and his adrenaline pumped even harder than it had been. "Alright! You want to play rough! How about this!?" He surged forward from the ground, sending up a shower of rock and earth and sniffing out a nearby blaze. He put on speed and covered the distance between them in nearly an instant. At the last moment he changed direction and aimed a spinning elbow to his friends face before following with a hard punch toward the gut. He would aim to launch his enemy into the air with a hard kick where he would hopefully meet his to back fist him back to the ground before finishing off with a bolt of energy for his target. He couldn't be certain if his plot would work but he would allow himself to drift to the ground, his hand finding his sword as it glowed with a radiant light that instantly brought relief to his pained body. He would wait and see how his demonic partner would fair. ---------- Actions 1: Reversal a3: Tauidhan (-6.3%, PL:181,330) Free: take 4 Free: take 5 2-4: Burning Rush (Ki used: 3.2%) T: Healing Blade: (ki used: 10.3%, -20% damage, -10% battle fatigue) Ki used: 19.8% Remaining: 55.6%
|
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| Cado | Aug 31 2013, 04:52 AM Post #12 |
![]()
ADBZRPG Guru
|
Buu cringed in pain- that beam was unexpected to say the least. If he had not used every ounce of strength to grab and slow it down, the Demon would have surely been in worse condition. All of a sudden the chess board seemed to rotate; here Buu was, struggling to keep up, while Strega looked just fine! More of his unfair magic tipped the scale it seemed. Buu's body rippled and flickered instantly from view in mere seconds, finding itself hovering as he appeared behind Strega in the air. His mind began to race with possible names to call- ugly, slowpoke, dummy- it made Buu tingle with joy! "Hey slow-" The taunt was rendered ineffective as Strega slammed the Majin warrior back to the ground, creating a small crater in the soil. Suddenly part Strega began to glow, while the other part looked like a shadow. Almost as if he were standing behind the sun. Almost as if he had created a small sun in his hand. Almost as if he was going to toss that bright coalition of Ki at Buu. But he wouldn't. After all, this was just a friendly fight. "BOOM!" A small explosion shook the ground and caused a few more trees to fall over. Yup, Strega had thrown the energy blast. And it had hit its mark perfectly! "Ugh... get up, Buu," he mentally coached. Struggling to stand up, yet not one to roll over and take it, the pink menace felt the moisture in the air cling to his skin. Toffit had some crazy weather patterns, that much was for sure. The planet was stupid, just like Strega was. However, that kick that the hybrid had attempted to do was pretty strong. Buu had made a mental note of it. Of course, like anything, it could be made stronger. Ignoring the cuts and bruises Buu rushed forward in an amazing display of speed and willpower. Once the distance between the two diminished, he would raise his leg like a normal kick with an extra oomph to it. Still, nothing too out of the ordinary. Not yet. After the first kick Buu used the momentum to spin around and come back, this time his black boot glowing a deep pink. Energy began to swirl on the tip of his foot until it swooshed by where Strega's side was. Upon impact a respectable explosion would ensue. --------------------------Stats---------------------------------------
|
![]() |
|
| Strega | Sep 3 2013, 03:20 PM Post #13 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
Although the forest around them had not given up on the fiery decimation it seemed that Strega's opponent had lost his protective layer of flame. That suited him well due to the fact that his next combo would rely heavily on making physical contact and with something such as that burning was only to be expected. His plan was set into motion when he managed to launch a retaliatory beam of energy toward his opponent but to his dismay it seemed that he had underestimated the demon and the beam was taken like a champ. Not one to be discouraged he pressed the attack and it seemed that the pink one was on par with what he was throwing. The possessed saiyan could feel the difference in their strength but he reused to let it affect his judgement of the battle. Instead he followed closely, looking for he right moment to strike and it seemed he lucked out when his energy blast slammed into his friend and a smile came to his face in victory. Buu was no push over though and almost immediately he had regained his feet. Strega reset himself in preparation as the other warrior came at him once more. This time he was prepared though and when the first kick came he ducked low to avoid it, the flat sode of his blade coming up to fend the remainder o the orce away. Before he could be certain of any sucess another kick came and he had to spin away to avoid the second one, bronging his blade around and swatting at the kick with the blunt side again. Seeing his opening Strega leaped forward with all his might. The tip of his blade lit up like a sun beam and in a flurry of bright white he circled like a bird of prey, pecking and slicing at the gummy flesh of his quarry. Before his opponent could have time to recover he shot into the air, disappearing for a moment and traced a line over the immediate area with his fingers before it erupted like a latent volcano of ki, ripping a vast trench through the forest and hopefully catching his prey in its explosion. --------- Actions 1: verberation blade kick 1 (.3) 2: verberation kick 2 (.3) 3: Luciendar Light Assault (4% ki, St: ~60k, sp: ~26k) 4-T: ST + Bakuhatsuha (11.3%: PL: 195,398) Ki used: 15.9% Remaining: 39.7%
|
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| Cado | Sep 5 2013, 03:47 AM Post #14 |
![]()
ADBZRPG Guru
|
With his last two assaults rendered useless, Buu's self confidence and adrenaline began to subside. His enemy's determination to come out on top seemed to only increase with every blow exchanged, however; and that accursed sword would prove to be the bane of the Demon's existence. The metal glowed under the intense Toffit sun, leading Buu to believe one of two things were happening. Either Strega was healing himself like before- plausible, though not probable, due to the fact that the hybrid had not sustained too much damage- or Strega was gathering energy for a massive attack. Irony must have hated Buu, because once stumbling upon the realization that Strega was going to go all-out, there was little that could be done. Each time the sword came in for a strike, Buu maneuvered his arms in such a way that the metal brackets attached to his wrists were impacted instead of his fleshy skin. Sparks of light flew off every time the blade connected, creating a cacophonous symphony that was worse than nails scraping a chalkboard. Once it was all over, Strega flew upwards, giving the Majin time to pant and recover. A massive explosion suddenly raced towards the pink entity at an alarming pace- again, no time for evasion. Whether the work of Strega or not Buu needed to not be rendered helpless from this blast. Buu opened his gaping maw as far as it could possibly open, revealing his pearly white fangs and his blue tongue. One deep inhale later and all of the energy flew to his mouth like moths to a flame- even some dirt and twigs rushed into the makeshift vacuum. Once every single ounce of the delicious energy was gone from the area, Buu scowled. A chilling wind blew across the Toffit forest. With every tap of his foot upon the soft soil, the Demon made his way closer to his destination. Dying embers lay scattered across the battlefield. "Try to hit here next time," Buu suggested, pointing to his abdomen. It seemed like the easiest target.... not that it would matter in the slightest. His muscles bulged, his eyes grew wider, and his lust for candy all but disappeared as the pink aura exploded around him, decimating the nearby trees. All that was in his mind now was him and Strega; the rest of the world was completely blocked out. Unfortunately the energy that he had just hungrily devoured was proving to have a bit of sass to it. The Ki traveled upwards to his throat, where Buu was waging a losing war trying to contain it. "BLUUUUURGH!" Pink and purple goop rained from his mouth like a fountain, creating a small puddle of pure energy. From this newly formed mass, a shape began to form. Slowly arising, first came the head. Attached to the back of it was an elongated tentacle drooping downwards. It had no ears. From the neck down was just a white circle, with a little squiggly shape sprouting from where its legs should have been. In fact, if Buu didn't know any better, he would say it resembled him. "Strega is stupid!" it sang out, laughing and making immature bodily expressions. Buu stared at it blankly, unsure of if he should kill it, join it, or just sit back. "Let's play tag!" the mini-Buu suggested to Strega, wasting no time in flying off to where the hybrid was in the air. The fully sentient ghost would detonate itself when contact was made; but until then, it would enjoy a little game of tag, following wherever its friend and target would go. "What the hell..." the Majin muttered. Having enough of this little interruption, he conjured up two spheres of energy, one firmly grasped in each hand. "JUST... GO AWAY OR SOMETHING!" he shouted out, hurling both balls at his foe.
|
![]() |
|
| Aya | Sep 5 2013, 09:55 PM Post #15 |
|
When are we eating?
|
Apparently I do this now... STREGLS HAS TAKEN 20% BUU HAS TAKEN 30% I think Buu keeps the RP Award, I'm liking his creativity here. After Strega's middle post in this round it was leaning the other way, but his final one was... I wanna say uninspired. I think there was some frustration on having to edit some things. I know how it is, mang. Gotta push past that shiz. 'Kgo. |
| "I want interaction but this is going to be a real battle, possibly to the death depending on how it goes." -Revan, on Aya. | |
![]() |
|
| Strega | Sep 6 2013, 08:21 PM Post #16 |
![]()
The Dragon of Valhalla
|
The saiyan warrior had successfully defended himself from too much harm so far but he could fell hi energy flagging and it seemed that as time went on his opponent was only managing to grow stronger. Surely there must be some damage done to the being and he was not invincible but as far as any outward appearance of harm there was very little to see. It was time to step up his game and when the glowing blade was ready to strike he launched like a snake on a mouse. Although his speed seemed to increase and he was certain that he was putting all the strength he could into the assault with eah thrust he heard the sound of steel on steel and he could feel as the deadly blade was knocked away harmlessly, perhaps only a bit of ki seeping into the demon. It wa unreal but he had more up his sleeve than a simple sword flurry. By the time he reached the apex of his ascent the ground ripped apart with a massive quake of ki that would surely put hi enemy in his place. Strega could clearly see where his opponent was maintaining his composure and thought for sure that he must be a fool to just stand and take the brunt of the attack. But his jaw dropped when he saw what happened next. The strange brings jaw stretched to impossible lengths and a sudden gust filled the forest about them. The winds were so strong that bits of debris and felled trees alike lifted up an gathered into the maw of the coral colored catastrophe. Not only did the fighter manage to consume the energy blast but also why remained of the would be inferno that had consumed the woods about them. It seeme impossible that anything could be capable of suh a thing without receiving the fairest of damage but the prof was in the pudding. Speaking of pudding it seemed that the concoction his friend had consumed do not sit so well within him and with a great belch he unleashed a puddle of sludge that no one would ever truly be able to ascertain the make up of. Before his disgus had subsided a strange thing happened. The puddle started to gather together and after a little while the half saiyan was looking at a spitting image of his opponent aside from the body and tail. As a matter of fact he really don't want to know what the hell this thing might be. Whatever it was its opinion of him was not very nice and it seemed intent on harm. It closed in quick and Strega was forced to turn tail and attempt to outmaneuver it. Try as he might it wa gaining fast. He was running out of time when an idea took him. He doubled back toward the conjurer of this creature and just as he was close enough to touch e pulled up but as if he were shedding skin he willed a part of himself to remain behind and latch on to his pal and brace for impact. The ghost touched the doppleganger and as the massive explosion expanded outward the true Strega raised his arms in defense to diffuse the remaining blast. He coul only hope that the impact would harm his foe as much as he had sacrificed himself. Before he could decipher though he took two blasts to the chest and was sent sprawling across the ground before finding his feet slowly. This battle had jumped quickly from something friendly to something much more than he had expected. The good news was that it seemed whatever the initial disturbance was had moved on and the weather had returned to normal. He could sense that the celestials would soon be closing in on them and he worried they might think they were the source. He was in no shape to face a battalion and he didt want his friend to end up dead because he thought he could. So he decided to make the wise decision. "Well Buu," he managed through his panting breaths "it seems you have grown much stronger since our last encounter. I get the feeling though tht if this continues it won't end well for us. The match is yours. You've earned it. I look forward to the next time we meet, for now though what do you say we get out of here?" ------------- Actions 1: Deca form Strega B 2: Block a4 Strega 3: block a4 Free: take beam balls 4: surrender Not gonna bother with stats |
![]() Stats|Bio|Song | |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| « Previous Topic · Battles Completed · Next Topic » |
| Theme: ADBZRPG5 | Track Topic · E-mail Topic |
4:26 AM Jul 11
|
Back to Alex's DBZ RPG | Back to Main Forum








4:26 AM Jul 11