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| Pierce | Dec 3 2013, 02:45 AM Post #1 |
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Hay. Remember wen u were gunna keel Toma cus he tried 2 hurt our gai cos ima keel him cum halp pls N we can get big mek after Marionette The two saiyans and their celestial friend stood on a small rock island, barely enough to hold the three of them, surrounded and watched over by a flat shade of green. These were not the heroes, on this rock plateau. They were teh noobz that had fucked with the l33t, and had to be pwnt. Never fear, however, for the l33t were there. Here. fuck nvm The two groups of three shared a large gathering of small rock islands resting on the green ocean, with Pierce and co. hiding behind a stone a wall that had formed on one of them. “Alright, we’re in position,” he said to his allies. “Let’s get ‘em, I guess.” In one fluid motion they all folded out of their stone cover and had revealed themselves to their enemy, climbing onto their own rock platform. Pierce opened his palms and, in an embarrassing mockery of physics, launched electricity from them to fly into the air and cross the ocean between the rock islands. He landed softly in front of the three. “Good evening…” The mercenary said, walking forward in a stroll that took him close to the only one of the three he knew: Toma. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a small document, unfolding it while trying to still look kewl af. “What have we got here? One request for the Arrest or Capture of the saiyan Toma. That’s you,” he said, glancing at Toma at the end of his sentence. “Look at all of these rules. May not kill the target…may not take anything that the target possesses…hmm. There are a lot of things I want to do to you for messing with my team, and this contract forbids me from doing a lot of them. But, you see…there’s something you should know about this particular document.” With a steady hand he gripped it by the top and tugged at the paper, letting it rip in two before letting go. The broken contract floated into the ocean and sunk. “It expired yesterday.” Immediately he struck, cutting through the small distance between him and his chosen foe before striking out with an upwards kick aimed at the saiyan’s chin. Pulling his leg down the man then attempted to strike Toma twice more, this time with jabs aimed at the chest. He finished it off by tossing a rough uppercut from his hip, sending it on an adventure towards his enemy’s throat. Pierce then whirled into a flashy spinning kick, attempting to slam his heel into Toma’s cheek. This was much more than an awesome yet impractical martial arts move, however. If Pierce’s attack struck it would leave a faint blue mark on his victim’s body. Finishing his manoeuvre, the mercenary went into a roll move that left some distance between him and his personal enemy. “Bang,” he muttered, reaching for two objects on his belt. The ki mark on Toma’s face would then, assuming it was still there, explode in a small shockwave of electricity. With that distraction underway Pierce turned to the biggest, meanest of his three foes and threw the two grenades he had drawn as he leapt backwards, executing a slide on his back along the rock surface. The slide went into another roll, leaving him on his feet and in Tiger Claw Stance ready to defend himself. Word Counts: WC: 588 TWC: 588 Actions: Free: Unsuppress to 75% 1: 1 Special Attack @ Toma [0% Ki Cost] 2: 2 Quick Attacks @ Toma [0% Ki Cost] 3: 1 Special Attack @ Toma [0% Ki Cost] 4: Dynamite Kick @ Toma [DR1 | 1% Ki Cost] 5: Stun Grenade @ Jordan [0% Ki Cost] Helmet 1: Vial of Poison @ Jordan [0% Ki Cost] Free: Tiger Claw Stance Helmet 2: [Lost to Icicle Gloves] Ki Used: 1% Ki Remaining: 99% Stamina Drain: 124 Power Level: 165,744/220,992 Ki: 82,872/110,496 Strength: 29,850 Speed: 25,520 Toughness: 28,522 [36,918 Armored] Stamina: 26,476/26,600 Vitality: 25,524 Determination: 1,423 Charisma: 357 Intelligence: 1,448 Current Modifiers: +5% to Physical Attacks 20% Damage Reduction Counters and stuff: Counters: 4 Counters @ All: 4/4 Telepathy: 2/2 Resilience: 2/2 Telekinetic Mastery: 2/2 Deflect: 1/1 Kiai: 1/1 Transmute Energy: 1/1 Runic Blast: 3/3 Kunai: 3/3 Speed Teleport: 7/7 Energy Repeater 3/3 Techs: Solar Flare: 1/1 Hyper Tornado: 3/3 Ion Beam: 3/3 Galatica Donut: 1/1 Big Bang Attack: 3/3 Hypnosis: 3/3 Ice Blast: 2/2 Scattershot: 3/3 Flash Bomb: 3/3 Electro Eclipse Bomb 1/1 [RESERVED FOR TOMA] Dyne Power Up: 6/6 Barrier: 3/3 Opal Electricity: 1/1 Shiyoken: 4/4 Hassuken: 4/4 Double Zanzoken: 1/1 Burst Rush: 1/1 Amazing Impact: 1/1 Instant Transmission: 1/1 Prepared Items: Bag o' Senzu Beans 4/4 Mark IV Anti-Personell Warhead Faerie Dust Energy Drink Vaccine Battery Pack Panacea |
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| Jordan | Dec 3 2013, 05:16 AM Post #2 |
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Eternal Lifeguard
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-The Adalricus: Orbiting Planet Namek- "Sire, Lord Brutis has sent a message to Vicki...he will be here within a few hours. He left his coordinates for you to meet him, the energies around the area seem to be rather...unique." Angela voiced over the P.A. system as Jordan sat at the helm on the bridge of The Adalricus. A few moments passed before the warrior spoke concisely and clearly, mystical orbs sharply turned off toward Toma for as his voice filled the bridge. "It would seem that another Bloodbourne has announced himself on the serene planet below...care to accompany myself to his location?" The rogue elite's voice delivered a certain eloquence that could be tied to another time and place...Andrasta, and the ancient language, seemed to have crossed over without a conscious thought. To this, eloquence, Toma replied in his own manner and right and the two set off toward the location...to meet with the noble warrior, Brutis. Footsteps hit in unison, as the sounds echoed through the halls and the two warriors circled round toward the hangar. Crew members stopped, allowing their commander and his ally, move without disturbance. Whispers filled the halls, and the Saiyan ears, filled with wonder as their warlord seemed to be in a rush. To this Jordan just grinned, his two canines showing mildly as the whispers made their way and past his drums. "They only ever hear of the stories after I return to the ship, it used to not be that way." Jordan made the softly-spoken comment to Toma as he flagged down the pilot, Joni, that they were ready for take-off. "Hello sire, the transport is ready to go in a couple minutes. If you want to step on into the old-bird, be my guests." the saiyan pilot muttered as he finished the preparations for their take-off. Jordan just nodded, and put out his arm toward the open-hatch. "After you, Toma." he said softly, his cloak sliding breftly across the cool floor as he and his compatriot climbed the short-steps of their transport. Joni unlatching a the safety-locks that kept the five-person transport in place in The Adalricus. "Lord Jordan is exiting the ship, Lady Mikaela and Lady Vicki, are in command while the commander is away." Angela's voice came over, as a video-feed streamed, displaying the craft subtly climb off the deck and exited the orbiting vessel. "Namek is clear-skies and sunny as hell, sunset...sunrise...well, it is light all the fucking time. Zulu time is..." Joni stopped as he pressed a red-button and looked clicked his scouter one-time, "thirteen-thirty hours, hold on tight...there is a slight headwind we will be passing through as we reenter the atmosphere". Jordan just laughed, "Get on with it, got to get down there and meet up with an old friend." "Right, always business..." the warrior-pilot grumbled, the transport seeping through space and...with a thrust, it began to push itself through the veil that Namek provided its planet. "Woohoo!" Joni sounded as he flipped the vessel over and over and broke through the sound barrier, following the route that was displayed in 'tick' marks on the windshield. As the maneuvers and fancy flying came to an end, the engines blasted some debris out from under it as it began to land on the isl below. Brutis' cloak waved in the machanical-provided wind, and he let up a friendly hand. After a short moment, the hydraulics opened up the hatch, as the saiyan-pilot landed abruptly onto the spot. Jordan and Toma got up, and took their leave of the bumpy ride. "Thanks Joni, you can go on back to the Adalricus...try not to wreck my transport this time okay?" the rogue elite spoke with a hint of jest in his voice, his eyes noting the slight nod of his crew-member and watching him dust off into the sky toward his orbiting vessel. -Shotly Thereafter- Brutis was in an crimson-orange robe, etched with lightly (reflective-gold-like) runes that stopped shortly of the soft-green blades of grass beneath his prints; his glorious feathers furled beneath the cloak and his hood covered the silver-gray hair that fell gracefully over his translucent eyes, and finally around his ears. The rogue elite stepped from the transport that had provided safe passage for him and his compatriot. "To what do we owe the hon--" Jordan began before a life-force, other than the mystical fibers that swirled about the unknown isle, filled his senses like a putrid fume that came from a maneur-covered pig-sty. The warrior stood tall, on the lush plane, with his two comrades at angles just to his front...his senses now being alerted to not only one putrid fume, but two others. One was of, what some would say, a 'pure' aura...but blood stained it's visor...the other was a sultry young las with eyes that spoke sicker rhymes than Ludacris himself. Peeling out from behind a stone-wall from, a far off similar-isle, the 'pure' one had leapt and landed before the ally's first...leaving the two blood-drunk dogs behind by the stone. Jordan had never seen this man, but the words that left his ears, and the parchment in which he brought out was directed toward Toma. The rogue elite just listened, knowing Toma had a past, and stayed quietly-still while the man finished by tearing the written work to the ground. Litering, bastard... Jordan thought as his crimson eyes flashed with an annoyance behind them...but before he could act, the man had leaped like a newly-birthed fawn. It was a sloppy display of martial arts, in Jordan's opinion and he watched with ease as this 'pure' plight unraveled a series of attacks toward his ally. "What the.." Jordan began to mutter as his eyes failed to catch a slight of hand his foe had performed...before he knew it, an explosion of gas had filled his nostrils and blurred his vision for but a moment. The sensation made his spine tingle, and worse-yet, Andrasta hummed a low growl that exploded into a fury of Jordan's very latent power! Something clawed at his very life-force...something he had never incurred before. These foul creatures will regret the day they roused such a threat! Andrasta voiced through Jordan's mind as his crimson orbs flashed to an emerald green, his head craned downward for a moment as his raven-locks flickered into a rich-blonde...veins on his neck popped as his body grew in size. The surrounding area began to tremble and quake, a series of cracks began to splint like a giant spider-web all across the small isle! Gusts of wind began to circulate as the knuckles on the warrior turned ivory-white, clenching tightly...and being usurped in a plethora of golden power! Jordan felt his saiyan blood run fiercly along with the fury of his fused partner! Let them deal with the hordes of the damned! her voice reigned within its host, Jordan obliging and taking out a capsule that housed a gift from the Queen of Arlia. A rotten-looking egg with specks of dull black surrounded a pale-green egg, and without hesitation, the rogue elite through it toward the mixed warrior! Instantaneously, the egg hatched, not merely one but many; and from them, sprouted a battallion of Arlian warriors grown to full measure! Jordan watched the fresh-grown warriors swing into actions toward their foe! His emerald orbs watched with splender as the foolish warrior dealt with their might. It was at this time, that the half-breed caught a fragrance that sang to him...it was coming from the harlott-looking woman that was off in the distance. The half-breed couldn't help himself, and began walking toward her... Little one, do not let her flesh and discerning scent mask her true nature! She reaks of death! This is for your own good! Andrasta spoke, and then took over the movements of the rogue elite, something she did not do often. Pressing off the lush isle, Jordan jumped high into the air...a shining light glowing beneath his robe as Andrasta called forth an ancient magic that began to manifest into the palms of the mighty warrior! Emerald and sapphire energy swirled violently as they formed into, two seperate balls of light, and as he still soared through the air; Andrasta guided his arms together to form an abundant array of crimson energy! His body began to fall now, and with a mighty whip of his arm...the fused ball toppled end over end toward the sultry woman! It spiraled, flipped, and rolled through the air as it sought out to destroy the very evil that filled Andrasta's conscious! As the energy fiercely moved with unprecedented aim and velocity, Andrasta relinquished control and the warrior; his body, tucking and rolling, on another rocky isle away from his two brethren. The grass flung itself outward as his knee struck hard into the ground, and gracefully...he came to a crane-like pose. Those emerald orbs looking out at the developing scene, his senses picking up spikes of energy and his mind flashing about randomly...until he was regarded once again. -------------------------- Ki Used: -1.5% Ki Remaining: 98.5% Battle Fatigue(dmg): -- Battle Fatigue(vit): -- Actions:: [-1.5% ki trans use, -0.0% ki bukujutsu use] 1. -lost stun- 2. -lost stun- 3. -Transform ESSJ- + Unsuppress 75% 4. -Arlian Hive- @ All [RP flavor really] 5. -Stun Grenade- @ Goten Mk(1)- -Charge Fusion Ball- Mk(2)- -Ki Well- + FB @ Maron [-0% ki, pl:920,746 DR 6.5 | Charged] free- Crane Stance [strength and speed by +7% for next two actions.]
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| Towa | Dec 3 2013, 10:05 PM Post #3 |
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Darkstar surveyed the scene as it was laid out before the trio who formed the brains, brawn and badass of Furious Exacerbation. The odds were stacked against them, with the rogue Elite having entered the fray on behalf of Justified Tyrannicide in what promised to be one of the biggest gang wars ever to destroy the surface of the planet Namek. Logistically speaking, the fight was three versus three, but the enhanced technology that the super spy was wearing painted a very different picture of the fight. Jordan’s power was immense, though the celestial who rounded out the three made the match more even by being less powerful than the human who was here as an Exacerbator. Such was the reason why he was here. The alliance that Goten had joined some time previously against Darkstar’s better judgement had been attacked, the first strike in what could be a long, drawn out gang war with devastating consequences for both sides. Of the alliance, two were here beside him today. Maron, the human female who was so stupid the laws of physics seemed to bend around her and Pierce, the part-Saiyan who had invited the fractured Saiyan teenager to take part. Pierce brought a certain amount of badassery to the table that Goten admired and the immature portion of the fractured mind exerted a strong influence over Darkstar and to a lesser extent, Tokarot. The rage-based entity that was all Saiyan and no temperance known as Tokarot was the most powerful piece of the fractured puzzle, and was required in order to complete the super ascension that the trinity had managed after the death of the wanderer. Darkstar didn’t see the point of grieving; it was a course of action whose benefit could not be calculated but whose effect had been catastrophic. Had he not managed to join with Tokarot in order to control the power, the entire planet Vegeta could have been destroyed by the rage. Pierce was, as usual, full of the kind of swagger that brought a smile to the face of an ally and a snarl to the face of the foe. As Darkstar watched his progress, he was delighted to see that Toma was one of the warriors arrayed against them. Just weeks previously, Goten had utterly destroyed the elder Saiyan in a fight that had started because Toma was trying to impress the first class concubine, Cress. He would definitely be mentioning that little gem once sufficient time had passed to allow the evaluation of his foes and the formation of a threat matrix. Darkstar’s attention was drawn to the most powerful being in the group, the heads up display being projected onto the special polymer of his helmet indicating that he was powering up. The level of raw power at this being’s command was admittedly impressive, but Darkstar was yet to see any sort of real ability accompanying the raw energy. A grenade appeared out of the ether, surprising the super spy for a moment as he didn’t see Jordan make any sort of move throwing it. As a result, there was little that Darkstar could do except stop the grenade from exploding on him. It exploded at his feet instead, shrapnel peppering the armor but not making it through. The effects of the grenade were immediate and debilitative, yet Darkstar was far from impressed. It was quite the poor strategy to open with such a thing, for already the advanced technology at his disposal was returning the initiative to the legendary double agent. “Do you recognise this symbol, renegade?” he said quietly, having traversed the distance between the groups effortlessly during his appraisal of the battle thus far. The symbol in question was that of the Saiyan Military and was sitting on his over-gi just above the Darkstar lettering. In a flash, he was gone, showing the black sun symbol covering the back of his gi that had become synonymous with the Darkstar mythos on Vegeta and Damaskia. Only now would Jordan be noticing that his movements had been harried by a grenade of a similar make as the one he had just used. As Darkstar headed away, his helmet display alerted him to the buildup of power originating behind him. Would the renegade dishonour himself by attacking from behind? Of course he would. Turning to regard the being who might once have been his ally, Darkstar noted that his attention was on Maron. The Goten fracture exerted its influence silently once more, bidding Darkstar turn away from the attack in recognition of the insignificance of the human woman. The super spy had a different target in mind, a course of action informed by the strategy being employed by the “hero”. Take out the weakest link and let the rest fall like dominoes. In this case, the weakest link was dressed in a ridiculous outfit that was terrible in every way in addition to being inappropriate battle attire. “You are a vestige of another time and another place,” said Darkstar, “allow me to return you to it.” The words heralded a mark of death and why who were familiar with the Darkstar mythos would be aware of the fact that the super spy always made good on his promises. His hand found the gilded hilt of the blade slung across his back. Drawing it in an arcing motion, Darkstar slashed at the weak link, aiming to cut him from shoulder to hip before reversing his movement and aiming to slash from the same hip to its polar opposite. There would be no doubting his power; his battle prowess or the seriousness of his threat once he was done with this little man. The assault continued, Darkstar’s eyes never leaving his mark for a moment though his equipment monitored constantly for signs of danger. Two sword thrusts at the gaps in the armour present at each of the being’s shoulder joints followed, their aim to cripple rather than to kill. The subsequent two strikes were of a similar predilection though there were delivered in a flourish at what Darkstar assumed would be the less protected part of his foe’s legs at the back of each knee. Content that he had done enough to soften up his opponent, Darkstar returned the sword to its scabbard with a flourish. Even as he did so, the super spy was preparing his next course of action. Beneath the armoured glove, two fingers were glowing with stored power in preparation for what could be the end of his foe’s life. Darkstar raised the hand and held it bare millimetres above his foe’s chest before releasing the beam at point blank range. Content with his actions thus far, Darkstar floated up into the air and regarded the battle from a bird’s eye view, his stance prepared for anything.
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| Marek | Dec 4 2013, 02:20 PM Post #4 |
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base PL = 147,676, Saiyan Gains, Battle Recorder, Tech Scanner, Combat Rune Not my best work here; but, I have shit to do over the next couple days so this’ll have to do Namek. Jordan and Toma had departed from The Adalricus to rendezvous with another of the bloodbourne, Brutis. Mere moments after making contact they were set upon by the lightning human Pierce, who apparently liked to lurk behind rocks. Pierce swaggered forward and started talking about some contract or another. Toma didn’t really care what he had to say. If he wanted a fight they’d fight, simple as that. While Pierce was engaged in this bit of theatre Toma sized up the human’s compatriots. He knew both of them. He had battled with Goten on Planet Vegeta only a few weeks ago. The little shit had given him quite the fight. And today he looked as cocky as ever. Toma looked forward to fighting him again, and intended to start in earnest when the human in front of him prattling on was done with his bit of theatre. And then there was Maron. Toma fukcing hated Maron. Toma activated his scouter’s HUD and began a scanning protocol. It had been sometime between his last battle with her. If she had developed any new strengths or weaknesses he wanted to know. The scouter was using an automated program, as it progressed the program spoke to Toma through the Scouter’s ear piece: “Processing…10%” The human Pierce had torn up some prop of his…whatever. Kind of a slippery sloshing anaconda move to litter though. “Processing…28. Error. Breasts are enormous…cannot compute…awesomeness…rebooting scan” Toma swore under his breath. Then again…the computer did have a good point. Those luscious knockers were enormous and jiggled ever so slightly whenever Maron moved. Toma’s gaze centered on Maron’s chest…his battle plans slippingnly…nippling…slipping…ya…slipping away from him the longer he stared. BAM! Toma felt his head snap back in pain. Pierce had just walloped him in the chin. The shock of the impact created an opening for the human to land another couple cheap shots, which is exactly what he did. The force of the impacts hurt like hell, but, weren’t debilitating. Rubbing his jaw in pain Toma said, “Yo, shit bird, can a man not have a moment before you start in on him?” Pierce answered him by rolling away from him then immediately gearing up for a spin kick. “Apparently not…” Toma muttered. Any serious fighter ought to know that spin kicks are impractical from range, because it gives the target that extra bit of time to react. Toma drew his sword from its sheath in the blink of an eye. The blade flashing in the pale Namekian sunlight. Toma tightened his grip on the sword’s handle in anticipation of what was to come. Right as Pierce’s foot was about to connect with him Toma attempted to slam the pommel of his blade into Pierce’s extended shin, hoping to knock him comically off balance. But...Pierce was just a bit too quick on the draw, even with his impractical spinning, the kick hit Toma flush. At that very moment Toma’s scouter stated, “Scanning Complete” A plethora of weaknesses specific to Maron’s biology scrolled across his HUD. Toma smiled…Christmas had come early. “Time to go to work.” Toma chucked a stasis grenade at Maron’s feet to slow her down and then went to town. Extending his right hand he fired a simple blast of energy at Maron’s torso. This was a modestly powerful blast, meant to test Maron’s reflexes more than anything else. He was poised to fire several more, each aimed at a different weak point that the scouter’s bio scanner had identified. But…he was loathe to let Goten and Pierce run amok. Toma fired a beam ball at Pierce’s chest and then fired a blast of energy aiming to hit Goten in the face. He then fired three more beam balls in rapid succession aiming first for Pierce’s left eyeball, then Maron’s right breast, and finally Goten’s throat. As Toma prepared to rush Maron with his sword his scouter beeped loudly. He turned his head just in time to see Goten moving towards Brutis intent to slice him to ribbons. Toma raised his free left hand to fire an icy blast of ki to intercept the impertinent Saiyan youth before he could clash with the weaker celestial; but, Toma thought a warning would be sufficient, after all, who was Toma to deprive him of an honorable combat. Toma shouted, “Bloodbourne! Be on guard with this one. He may look like a child but he’s a hardened warrior.” Breathing heavily, Toma realized that Pierce would probably keep coming at him, and sadly had him outmatched in sheer terms of strength. Not by as much as he had expected; but, he would need to up his game to carry his weight in this fight. By taking some defensive measures now he could concentrate on dishing out the pain later. Toma surrounded himself with an etheral purple barrier of his own ki. If Pierce decided to up his game he'd be ready. As Toma thought about the temerity of the lightning human, Goten and Maron to fuck with him over what was essentially settled business Toma started to feel angry. God...Pierce was just...such a dick. Toma felt his rage build, reach the point where he could barely control it and then felt it slip moving past his ability to handle. Screaming in agony Toma’s hair stood rigid, he was surrounded in a bright orange flame like aura, and his pupils completely disappeared leaving him with pure white eyes. Toma stared at Maron with murderous intent in his eyes. It was time to settle the score once and for all…he’d probably need to bury the little Saiyan shit and Pierce too.
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| Abo | Dec 5 2013, 12:44 AM Post #5 |
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ADBZ Senpai
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<-- (Edited this in) It was hard for Maron to not gag at the sight before her; an attractive man took out an old egg and threw it. He threw it. Egg goo splattered over Pierce, causing the woman to both giggle at her friend's misfortune and to nearly vomit from the stench. Before she could wonder who in HFIL would do such a random and unnecessary act, several bugs began to swarm around the mercenary with no clear objective. "Kill them with fire, Pierce!" her voice called out across the battlefield. This plea caught the attention of the beautiful egg-thrower, who no doubt was here to apologize for his actions. Even associating with Toma should have been punishable by death, revival, then death again; however, this man had also made the area smell bad. Yes, he was going to apologize then sweep Maron off her feet, and the two would kill Toma together. "Stranger danger!" Earth's most attractive citizen yelled as her assailant leaped into the air. She hurled a ball of energy towards him, as she lacked pepper spray, and began to fly away. A loud explosion shattered the rock she was just standing on, flinging shards of debris in her direction. "Wtf I don't know you like that." This crazed stud played too rough for her exquisite tastes. Who just decided it would be fun to blow an innocent woman up? The same person who took delight in smashing eggs, apparently. "Call me," she mouthed as her last words to the man. Now it was time for some relaxation. Three beeps and a small explosion later, it was clear that Toma had the same idea. "Bring it on you cockmunching asshole," Maron said sadistically, trying to step out of the white goo that enveloped her feet now. Her efforts proved fruitless. A small ball of energy collided first into her chest, and then another rammed right into her right titty. "Ow, my right titty!" she whined. "Toma seriously that wasn't cool now I might get boob cancer. Really. Ow... Look away for a second." Maron quickly looked inside of her shirt and felt for any lumps. Once convinced that Beam Balls did not cause breast cancer, she gazed back up at her target. And her target now had blonde hair. It was... amazing. Whoever had done his hair worked faster than Fabio, her hair stylist back on Earth. It pissed her off. The charismatic and elegant and beautiful and.. well, you get the idea. Basically Maron flew forward and tried to punch the literal shit out of her mortal enemy: two fists to his crouch, a knee to his stomach, and two more fists to the crotch. "I hope you don't like kids," she mused with a wink. Just for good measure, Maron landed near the ground and tore up a piece of the soil. "Oh yeah I'm an Earthbender now. Or, Namekbender I guess." The large chunk of dirt, roots, and various insects flew toward Toma with increasing velocity. "And you!" the woman suddenly called out to the last member of the opposing team. "You look REALLY ugly."
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| Garlic Jr | Dec 5 2013, 02:14 AM Post #6 |
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The noble warrior had arrived on the planet Namek, it was a bland...yet serene planet. However, at this moment he stood within an isle that housed ample energies that were related to Celestial involvement, more so than some of the places on Toffit. To this, Brutis, had called upon his ally's that were within the area...as he had just stumbled upon an ancient 'holy' place. It's foundations were rooted to of been there for thousands of years, something he would confront Lord Guru about when he had the time. Brutis walked about, the gentle breeze ruffling the bottom of his cloak until his senses caught a slew of powers. As his nostrils filled with the scent of greed and lust, the warrior watched as a transport landed...its own devices blew back his hair and cape. The noble warrior offered a hand toward the enormous energy housed, as it could only be one whom wielded such power for a mortal, and watched his friend and unknown come into the scene. As the transport left, a deft wind caught his nostrils....again the scent of sin upon it and as his friend began to greet him, one of the foul smelling beasts appeared like a little virgin boy on prom night. So full of optimism and 'swag'...only without the knowledge that he would no doubtingly fail in becoming a man this day. Yes, that was exactly how he walked...The heavens cease to amaze my eyes Brutis thought as the unknown being walked past him and up to the full blooded Saiyan. Within mere moments, the scene had turned into a chaotic scene...one that went from both highs and lows. Jordan had launched a counter attack at the two that bore the sinful allure of a decaying stench, suffice it to say...it was not a pleasant smell in the least. Meanwhile, the Saiyan to his side, had begun to defend himself...and before Brutis had known it, he too was being involved in a fight he had known nothing about.
"To count one's chickens before they hatch is ill-advised young warrior." Brutis replied as he unsheathed the mighty Appollyon from where it had rested so leisurely between his wings. The blade glinted as its sharp edges reflected the star above...quickly the warrior began to dance with it eloquently within his grasp. As his silver orbs watched, he found he could not move his own weapon fast enough to absorb the ill-intent of his foe...thus he slid his feet to the side and offered his armored trapezia for the brunt of the attack. The warrior felt his armor give, and the blade of his foe make its mark. Angelic blood was now on the tip of this weapon...awakening the full extent that Brutis could offer! The blade moved quickly again, this time it met Appollyon with equivalent grace...but the power behind his foe, was far more than he was used to. The next two combinations had let sparks fly free, showering out like fireworks and illuminating the two warriors faces! Brutis grunted, every blow he parried and blocked came with a reverberating force. This could not keep up, it would tear his body apart. Invigorating, to be tested in such a manner...it had been a while since he had to dig into his reserves, but he welcomed the task. Every breath he took, caused a stinging roar to his trapezoid muscle. As it ached and hissed, another sense had filled and pressed it aside! To his physical senses, a 'sharp' sound adorned the drums of the noble warrior as the blade that now housed angelic blood was returned to its dwelling. All the while Brutis had begun to manifest a technique that would either save him from the building power...or destroy him outright. An armored glove rose to meet his breast, point blank as a holy blue light manifested as well. The warrior grinned, gave a wink, and within a mere fraction of a moment his manifestation had become complete, a holy-blue afterimage taking his place! Brutis sped away as quickly as he possibly could, his wings unfurled and in all his glory he took to the air to go as far away as possible from wh--a blast of pristine energy shattered his blue-afterimage as though it were a ghost being blown apart by a giant fan. "Thou art powerful indeed..." he whispered, letting Appollyon return to its resting place and withdrawing two capsules from beneath his cloak. The warrior looked at both greed and lust, hit the capsules, and threw them out toward each target almost simultaneously! "Gifts, to help ye see clearer." he yelled out as his mighty wings beat rhythmically, supporting him in the air as he too took a birds eye view to the happenings around him. ki used: 3% ki remaining: 97% Vit(fatigue): -- Vit(dmg): -- Actions: 1. Partial dodge Goten a4 =Verb Blade= v Goten a5/S1 2. Zanzoken + Dodge Goten aCE [-3%ki, spd: 23,482] 3. Stun Grenade @ Goten 4. Stasis Grenade @ Maron
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| Pierce | Dec 5 2013, 06:09 AM Post #7 |
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Site Noob until I revenge kill Toma
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Pierce was ready for a straight punch, a nimble kick, a merciless thrust of the blade, or even an explosive blast of ki tossed ruthlessly towards him. But he would never have been ready for an egg. A small green object was thrown like a missile towards his head, exploding in a fountain-like burst of white gunk. Disgusting with his sticky smothering, the mercenary failed to pay attention as from the egg seemed to come more eggs which hatched into Arlian Warriors. “Argh, hey!” He yelled as they charged him, forcing the tacky fighter to defend himself from a wave of blades and strikes. “Kill them with fire!” The pair of tits yelled. “I don’t have fire!” He responded. Before Maron could say anymore she was silenced by a small ball of ki headed in her direction, courtesy of Toma. He launched another, for Pierce, who deduced it to be aimed at his chest. The man jumped up to over his height, tucking in his legs for good measure, and the ball sailed straight under him. Then he fell down, momentum giving some extra force to the punch he created by pulling back his right arm before shoving it down to hopefully smash Toma as he hit land again. “Heads up, Maron, balls incoming! Not the kind you’re used to, either!” He yelled, turning back to check the status of his ally. But suddenly he felt a cold grasp on each arm, and turned back to the duel at hand to realise he had been grappled by two of the warriors encircling him. “Uh oh.” Another ki ball came at him. It was aimed at his eye, but that didn’t amount to much as it was an explosive and thus small-scale precision was pointless. This didn’t change the fact that he got hit in the face with a bomb, and Pierce found himself flying out of the Arlians’ grip and into the emerald ocean off the edge of the rock island. In a moment he was out, raising his hands above the surface before activating his static thrusters and hovering above the water. He considered his reflection, noting a very unpretty scorch mark on the face. He also saw that the white crap covering him before had been cleaned off. There was now a small white cloud of liquid floating through the water. Pierce noticed that he could see his abs through his wet shirt, but before he could really get down to admiring himself the wave of Arlians were back, but not going for him. They all bombed into the water like a pack of seagulls, going at the white liquid. It appeared they had attacked him because that was bug juice and he had been covered in it, or something. Clean but wet, Pierce went back to the rock island to be shown a justification for why Toma (who had apparently become some sort of demon saiyan with weird eyes) had not continued attack him while he was underwater; the team boobs had joined them on the island and was fighting him, a situation the merc certainly planned to take advantage of. His static thrusters took him over the heads of both friend and foe before he cut the power flow, letting him lightly drop down to the rock behind Toma. Maron tossed some rocks at him or some such before her attention was, as usual, snatched away by something else. Whatever, he could handle this. “Heads up, shithead.” He released a solid kick upon Toma, moving to slam it into the back of his head like a…piston? He lowered his foot to go back into his stance before striking out with his opposite hand, aiming a punch towards his foe’s back. Pulling the limb back he used momentum to assist his third attack, thrusting the other arm forward with his elbow outstretched, hoping to slam it into the side of Toma’s neck. Dark clouds were forming above as, with his confidence, Pierce’s power grew. His movements became faster, like lightning, and if he was lucky his punches might even carry a shock. He nimbly leapt right over Toma with a grace that would not be stopped, throwing in a flip or two for good measure. In front of the no-eyes weird-hair freak now, he went into a wild dance of lightning-like manoeuvres. Pierce attempted to strike his foe across the face with a punch before using the opposite leg to kick up with his knee, aiming for Toma’s stomach. He spun around into a light straight-on kick for the chest before spinning back around to let loose an elbow homing on the saiyan’s ear. If one had called his spins clumsy before, they would be dumbfounded now to see his dervish-like movements. He was spinning three hundred and sixty degrees, but at no point was it safe to say Pierce’s back was exposed. Two more jabs were launched simultaneously as his legs bent slightly. The merc jumped, sticking his knee out as he went up in an attempt to hit Toma in the chin. He did a few flips in mid-air to make sure he was still looking good before jutting out an elbow as he came back down, hoping for another hit. Landing again he tried to force a tough punch into his enemy’s gut before his arm loosely moved up to join his other, above his head. The two came down in a quick yet fierce hammerblow, and just as the strike would make contact Pierce was already engaging in the next. He pulled back his leg, chambering it at his side before attempting to release his foot upon his foe’s chest. With a quick glimpse up he saw that a ceiling of clouds had gathered, painting the sky black for him as he sped up. “Nice,” the sky-inspired human muttered as a gush of air signalling the oncoming storm wafted past, lifting up his hair and dancing with it for a brief instant. He tucked and rolled backwards, ending up on his feet a metre away. “Maron, get clear,” he said. He wasn’t sure where maron had gone – she could be behind him or Toma for all he knew – but incase she was still on this rock he wanted her to be away when the literal lightning struck. The man reached up as if asking his summoned clouds for power and, obedient as they were, he received. The wild winds picked up, and he felt a tingling under his skin that informed him, through his unique connection with the element of lightning, that the skies were ready for him. Silently he took a step forward, going into a long lunge and pulling his arms back to his sides, elbows bent and palms open. His signal of power was received and in an instant there was a light crackle. It escalated into a growl as three unnaturally huge lightning bolts crashed through the skies, one for each of his foes. The roar of the bolts did not end after they dissipated, however, as thunder rolled through the battlefield. And then came the rain, light droplets Pierce felt on his skin. It would be much worse soon. Word Counts: WC: 1,201 TWC: 1,789 Actions: 1: Tiger Claw Counter Beam Ball with Special Attack @ Toma [0% Ki Cost] Free. Take Beam Ball Free. Hassuken 2: 3 Special Attacks @ Toma [Crit: 10% Freezing | 0% Ki Cost] 3: 8 Quick Attacks @ Toma [Crit: 10% Freezing | 0% Ki Cost] 4: 3 Special Attacks @ Toma [Crit: 10% Freezing | 0% Ki Cost] 5: Orbital Bombardment @ Jordan | Toma | Brutis [DR 4 | Special: Undodgeable | 0% Ki Cost] Ki Used: 0% Ki Remaining: 99% Stamina Drain: 124 Power Level: 165,620/220,992 Ki: 82,872/110,496 Strength: 29,850 Speed: 25,520 Toughness: 28,522 [36,918 Armored] Stamina: 26,476/26,600 Vitality: 25,524 Determination: 1,423 Charisma: 357 Intelligence: 1,448 Current Modifiers: +5% to Physical Attacks 20% Damage Reduction Counters and Stuff: Counters: 4/4 Telepathy: 2/2 Resilience: 2/2 Telekinetic Mastery: 2/2 Deflect: 1/1 Kiai: 1/1 Transmute Energy: 1/1 Runic Blast: 3/3 Kunai: 3/3 Speed Teleport: 7/7 Energy Repeater 3/3 Techs: Solar Flare: 1/1 Hyper Tornado: 3/3 Ion Beam: 3/3 Galatica Donut: 1/1 Big Bang Attack: 3/3 Hypnosis: 3/3 Ice Blast: 2/2 Scattershot: 3/3 Flash Bomb: 3/3 Electro Eclipse Bomb 1/1 [RESERVED FOR TOMA] Dyne Power Up: 6/6 Barrier: 3/3 Opal Electricity: 1/1 Shiyoken: 4/4 Hassuken: 3/4 Double Zanzoken: 1/1 Burst Rush: 1/1 Amazing Impact: 1/1 Instant Transmission: 1/1 Prepared Items: Bag o' Senzu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Energy Drink Vaccine Battery Pack Panacea |
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| Jordan | Dec 5 2013, 11:01 AM Post #8 |
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Eternal Lifeguard
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An explosion over took the scene, a vibrant crimson hue now plagued the horizon as his technique cast out its violent rays...the silhouette of a sultry vixon remained, astonishingly. Jordan rose a brow as he read the lips of his foe, "call me", the warrior couldn't help but grin to the fleeting vixen...she had sand, that was for certain. Still the horizon had turned from a serene view, to one of a chaotic nightmare...his technique birthing the ever-evolving bout. The warrior took a sigh, noting the destruction he had caused at a supposed ancient Celestial ground...to this, he could only hope that Brutis would forgive him, but the threat they were facing seemed to be far more than he could even predict. As he begun to press off, from his stance, another potent force had cleared the distance and had confronted him quickly...
It was the brand of the Saiyan Empire, one that the warrior had served under for many a moon...unfortunately, everything he loved and did for the empire had betrayed him and stricken him of his rank and title. He was no more than a rebel, one who was now on the run from elite mercenaries...albeit the only one warrior from that planet who could possibly capture or kill him, was the crowned prince or his father. "It is--" Jordan began to reply, just as the unknown warrior had taken leave...but not without a device exploding and the remnants filling his nostrils once more. The elite, again, was enraged with a feral attitude that laid dormant within his very soul! The warrior's blood boiled, his soul's mate was in a frenzy within himself...fueling him more power, making his senses flare to life! It was then that he had a precognitive flash enter his mind...one that preceded the thunder that rolled onto the scene. Jordan's emerald eyes shot open, noting the brewing storm...and the caster of said storm, he merely grinned and at the very last moment he pushed off the ground and sped away from the location--a bolt of lightning hit the ground, charring it with a dying ember of pain. The warrior looked toward the human 'saint' he looked as though he had just completed a symphony, as though he were a Mozart's or Beethoven of the arts. It was sad, really, but with this more thunder clapped and fueled his blood...energizing him further than he had been. Giving him more rage to filter through his body, to destroy the unsavory and punish the intolerable deeds of a conceded and dimwitted boy. Jordan then jumped high into the air, his palms downward, his mind open and clenching onto the rocks below...the very planet shaking as his telekinetic abilities began to unearth the solid objects that had been there for centuries. The rogue elite melded the debris and dirt and rock into two giant balls. As he fell back down to another isle, the warrior quickly located and launched the first mind-made sphere of rock and clay toward the one who so rudely left before he was able to give an answer! The earthen ball tumbled, and soared through the sky as though it weighed not an ounce...however, that was far from the truth. In truth it weighed more than tons, and if it hit...the hardened teenager would be slow to act against anything. For this earthen ball had a layer of kinetic energy around it that would prove to be like that of an anvil being dropped upon one's head. It cleared the distance, Jordan's emerald orbs watching it tumble through the sky and at his foe...and at that point he had circled the other, still tracking the Saiyan's movements and location, he quickly launched it too into play! As the first had just reached its target, he guided the other hellishly toward him once again. If anything else it would be a nice distraction. Jordan took a gasp, feeling his lungs clear...whatever had happened earlier had just left his system. "About time..." he whispered, before returning his sights on the temptress. She was going on toward Toma, in a harsh display of martial arts...of course with a rack like she had, it was easy to see why it was so hard to move. The rogue elite then closed his eyes, his mind seeing the bends and curvature of the gravity that the planet provided. "Forgive me Namek", Jordan whispered as he began to temper with the very laws of physics. His will bending and twisting the waves to his liking toward the petite warrior! Soon, if fate were so kind, the girl would be in a blanket-like roll that would be crushing the very fight from her. Jordan allowed his presence to be felt, rough...hard...everything this girl had thought she knew, was a lie. This day she would know what it truly meant to be on the same par with one such as the half-breed who controlled the very fabric of gravity. Little one, these two, they deserve a Ryuu greeting...let me assume control and use one of the ancient techniques we have taught to you. I want to hear their bones grind beneath our fist, to drink to their blood as they ought to know better than to go against a foe they hardly even know! Jordan could not refuse Andrasta, he relinquished his body...and in an instant the warrior was covered in a radiant aura. His speed magnified, his eyes changed into narrow slits as his hole demeanor took more of feral dragon. Within mere moments he had cleared the distance between himself and the full-blooded saiyan. The warrior's body began to swirl violently, until the very color of gold turned from a blur into a mighty dragon-like head! With it came the voice of a thousand angered dragons, and as he closed within mere fractions of a second...the rogue elite attempted to burst through his foe at the very seems of his existence! The reaper would be on the side-line, waiting for his time to come and assess the situation, for as Jordan had reached his intended target...regardless of success or not, he bent up and back around. Giving off a golden trail, one like that of an f-16, and was now crossing back and around toward the cocky human. Yes, Andrasta now attempted to close the gap and ram through his own backside. To make him burst out the seems as well, to hopefully spill his guts and stain the planet red with his vile blood! No longer did she want to hear his incredulous voice. Every breath he took was an outrage against her. Again, Jordan's aura turned into a might golden dragon head...its maw opening up and attempting to swallow him hole! The might of the technique would, if successful, burst through the warrior completely. To destroy him by putting a hole through his very heart and body. It was a gruesome technique, that Jordan had not used often...but trained with Ryuu to perfection. Today was the day that the angel of death would welcome and transfer three. Hopefully sooner than later. Flipping upright, and landing on his feet, Jordan came back to consciousness over his body. The female to his left, and quickly he fused together emerald and sapphire energies..."You escaped once, try this!" Jordan yelled out as he cast his palms over his head and fused together the huge glowing crimson ball! Without little time in between his tongue and technique, the warrior let loose the ball and sent it hurtling out toward the voluptuous vixen! It's color reflected on the plush grass below, a murderous red for good measure! If she were not crushed before, her body would lay in torment now! Jordan took a breath, beads of sweat began to drip from brow to ground...he had used more energy in this one assault than he had in a long time. Hopefully it was not in vein...the warrior calmed, took in the situation and slowly began to evaluate all the life around him. Ki Used: -23.6% Ki Remaining: 74.9% Battle Fatigue(dmg): -- Battle Fatigue(vit): -- Actions:: [-1.5% ki trans use, -0.0% ki bukujutsu use] AH(1) -lost stun- AH(2) -lost stun- free- Dodge Pierce a5 [Telepathy] AH(3)Energizer [1/2 crane] (Rpd as Andrasta fueling me energy) 1. Telekinetic Mastery @ Goten [dmg doubled, spd/str +7% 2/2 crane] 2. Telekinetic Mastery @ Goten [dmg doubled] -No longer Poisoned- 3. Demition Bomb @ Maron [-9% ki, pl:926,606 DR 6.5 | CE Crush] 4. Dragon Dive @ Goten + Second Wave + Dragon Dive @ Pierce [-6% ki, pl:882,129 DR 6.5 | CE Death] 5.Bukujutsu + Fusion Ball @ Maron [-7.1% ki, pl:896,964 DR 5.5]
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| Towa | Dec 5 2013, 09:38 PM Post #9 |
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The lightning storm that appeared at the behest of the lightning exacerbator would soon give rise to something a lot more sinister. The energy in the clouds was intoxicating, their effect heightened by the super spy’s proximity to the forming lightning strikes. Far below, everybody looked like ants under a particularly volatile magnifying glass. His movements were, unsurprisingly, still harried by the tricks and trinkets of those who would call their tyranny justified. Darkstar was resisting the strong urge to focus his attack on Toma, recognising that he was the most effective against the surprisingly resilient celestial. Yet the elder Saiyan demanded attention with light shows, tricks and exploding energy. What was a super spy to do? Well the answer to that was quite simple, especially to one trained by the Damaskian Shadowguard for over a year. But Darkstar was not free and clear yet. Assuming an advantage because of Toma’s silly little games, Jordan had turned his attention away from Maron. This was good; perhaps it would afford her more time to come to terms with the fact that this game was being played for keeps. The tactician in him didn’t believe so. She would serve her purpose and then her blood would stain the soil of Namek forever. He only hoped that when the time came, her death would be more significant than a member of her race deserved. Darkstar shook his head. How in all the circles of hell did he ever come to be aligned with such filth? He took small solace in the fact that though his allies were sad and inferior, they were at least loyal. The same thing could not be said for Toma’s allies. How the duo would work together in the coming conflict was anyone’s guess, but work together they would, for the might of the Saiyan Empire. The self-proclaimed hero borrowed a page from the Book of Maron, using namekbending to throw colossal chunks of the planet’s surface high into the sky to where Darkstar was currently holding court. Given the small size of the islands, the super spy was impressed that he had even managed such a feat, even if the water table was so high that all they actually contained was globs of mud with a slightly thicker consistency than ice cream. Though his display recommended that Darkstar take action against the objects, he was disinclined to acquiesce. After all, being encased in mud tended to keep away the stinging of insects for a time. But alas, this was not to be the case, for even though he was encased in mud and plummeting to the ground like a claimed celestial object Darkstar was still being targeted by the renegade. His senses and scouter agreed on this point and they also agreed that the level of attack was much more deadly than Toma’s fireflies. The super spy was fortunate enough, however, to be fighting an opponent whose grandiosity was his greatest weakness. Jordan paused for a fraction of a moment, perhaps in conference with a higher power or perhaps summoning his energy. Whatever the reason, his aura flared prematurely and it was that hint of a fraction of a moment that gave Darkstar the time to act. He moved under the power of his maximum base potential in order to be at the edge of the ball of mud when Jordan was smashing through the middle like a freight train. The kinetic shockwave was immense, pitching the super spy back towards the thunderhead with the rest of the debris. Only then did Darkstar hear the roar that was uttered as the renegade was in motion. The attack had arrived at faster than the speed of sound. To be moving faster than the speed of sound had to take a toll on one’s vital organs, the thought of which informed the time to strike with the weapon that Darkstar had been considering the use of before the renegade had gone on the offensive. He uttered the code-word into his alliance communicator, hoping that Maron would have had an uncharacteristic moment of intelligence before the bout and fitted hers properly. If she had, she would remain useful for a few moments longer. Acting out point two of the plan, Darkstar slipped the anti-viral pill into his mouth and swallowed it quickly. The chalky consistency and foul taste made him screw up his face, an indication of his tender age that was in spite of the experience that had hardened him. Now that he was protected, Darkstar retrieved a vial from the secure pouch in his armor. It contained an experimental bioweapon that would cover the planet in a matter of moments and cause all who were exposed to be limited in their ability to access their power. The biological attack would pave the way for Saiyan conquest of the Protectorate, even if they had to march over the broken bodies of two of their own. With a grin of delight at all of the pain and suffering that he had just wrought upon the planet, Darkstar committed his last atrocity for the moment. He loaded a vial into his wrist launcher and fired it directly at Toma. The neurotoxin contained therein would exacerbate the effects of the bioweapon and would render Goten’s favourite punching bag quite unable to maintain his ascended state with any sort of efficiency.
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| Marek | Dec 6 2013, 04:37 AM Post #10 |
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Toma smiled with an uncharacteristically sadistic satisfaction as he watched his energy blasts slam into Maron. She would rue the day she decided to make Toma her enemy…he would take his time with her, work with Jordan and Brutis to take out that insufferable little shit Goten and this human with the inflated ego. Then when Maron was all alone he would begin his retribution. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do to her, but he knew that he would take his time, and that she would be begging for death by the end…hmm…perhaps the same treatment was in order for Goten. He was snapped out of his sadistic reflection by the sight of his tertiary target leaping over his beam ball like some kind of mutant frog. As the human fell back to Earth he torqued his body around, expertly putting all of his momentum from the dodge behind a forward thrusting punch. Toma saw the move coming, he frantically attempted to intercept the human’s right hand as it thrusted forward by sharply snapping his left arm out and away from his body to bump the inside of the human’s forearm away from him. However, the human’s punch was just a millisecond too quick for him. It landed like a hammer striking an anvil; Toma felt his armor flex ever so slightly under the pressure…then the tsunami of pain rushed through his body cruelly tickling his nerves. Wincing in agony Toma grit his teeth to keep from crying out in pain. He did take some solace as he watched his second blast of energy explode in Pierce’s face and propel him into Namek’s emerald sea. Mere seconds later Maron flew toward him, no doubt hoping to engage in some close quarters combat. Toma rushed forward to meet her taking flight himself, he spun around aiming a spinning heel kick to impact Maron right on the bridge of her nose, only to run straight into a sucker punch to the groin. Toma howled in pain and indignation, “I know you’re fond of playing with these things but there’s a time and a place! I haven’t even given you my 2 zeni yet!” Maron…literally…stayed on his dick with the enthusiasm that can only be dished out by someone who is both mortal enemy and kind of a whore and attempted to slam another couple of punches into his groin. Toma saw this coming a mile away and leapt clean over the bitch “GOTCHA!” Toma yelled as he fired an icy beam of ki directly downwards at his mortal enemy to put her ass on ice. Inexplicably Toma was struck flush with some rocks, roots and insects. It started out slow…then built into a gale. Maron must have done this. He didn’t know how…but he fucking knew. God he fucking hated Maron. Nearly blind with rage Toma yelled, “You are fucking dead! Dead as a fucking doornail! Do you hear me woman!” Toma’s already pure white eyes were bloodshot, his veins swelled as his heart pumped harder and faster literally pushing the rage through his body. Maron, in her frustratingly characteristic fashion, did not seem to give two shits about Toma’s threats of reprisal. Maron landed on the ground and played with some dirt….that’s right…dirt…like a dumb toddler or a sad puppy. Still in the throes of a rage like he had never experienced Toma wondered how he had become rivals with someone as stupid as Maron was…in all honesty it did NOT reflect well on him. Toma exhaled slowly in an effort to reign his emotions…he had let his temper get the better of him in the past, now was not the time to do it again. Toma exhaled slowly one more time… his red hot rage burning just a little cooler, he could think, he could plan. Thinking a bit clearer now Toma took the time to survey the battle between his allies and Maron’s lackeys. They were going at it hard, punches and energy blasts swirled around him like a tempest…but…Toma still had eyes only for Maron. He cared about one thing…grabbing Maron and throttling the life out of her... that would satiate his bloodlust…that and nothing else. Toma staggered forward to grab Maron and wrench the life out of her…willing his bruised body to move. He felt his muscles work to overcome the strain his body had been put under from Pierce and Maron’s relentless onslaught. Sure enough he felt that tell-tale itch under his skin as his sinews relentlessly pulled themselves back together, the miracle of Saiyan genetics was at work. Moving from a stagger to a full out run he nearly had Maron in his grasp when he was walloped on the back of the head….WHAM!!! Toma fell face first into the dirt of the battlefield. He tasted some of Namek’s bitter, slightly acidic soil in his mouth. As he rose to his feet he spit the dirt out of his mouth to land at Pierce’s feet. No matter how hard Toma tried to concentrate on beating Maron senseless Pierce kept bounding back and fucking up his plans…like a retarded puppy. His vision a bit fuzzy from the blow Toma snarled, “Fuck off. Maron and I have business. I don’t have time for your bullshit at the moment. I realize you’re eager to die…but…get in line.” Pierce was not sympathetic to Toma’s desire to meet Maron in honorable combat. The human struck at him hitting him twice in quick succession. Once again he was surprised by the human’s strength, each strike lit up his nerves like lights on a Christmas tree, little spikes and flashes of pain dancing through his body. “ENOUGH!” Toma shouted the calmness that had abated his rage gave way, breaking like a levee buttressed by a storm. Toma’s right hand grasped the handle of his blade quickly freeing it from its scabbard. This was no ordinary sword, it was a zweihander forged from the embers of a dying star as long as most Earthling men were tall, most men would need two hands to wield it effectively, Toma could wield it in one hand like an artist wields a paintbrush…though today Toma’s canvass would be flesh. Pierce was moving faster now, by all accounts he should have barely been able to keep track of Pierce’s limbs darting forwards ad backwards. But…his rage…his anger at having to deal with Pierce’s crap made each agonizing moment with the human feel like a lifetime. Toma could see each and every strike come at him, clean and crisp, despite Pierce’s idiocy Toma had to admit his form was excellent. Toma probably could have cleaved Pierce’s hands from his arms. But…it was too soon. Pierce would need to pay for having the temerity to fuck with him. Toma turned his blade to catch each and every one of Pierce’s strikes with the broad side of his blade. Pierce was strong…but he doubted he would be able to withstand the pain of smashing his knuckles into the hardened steel of his blade. His blade danced through the air brutally smashing into Pierce with each deft maneuver. He would make Pierce suffer. He would break his fingers. Then his hands. Then his arms. Then grind the rest of his bones into dirt until there was nothing left of the smug bastard. Toma glowered at the human, murderous rage apparent in his psychotic white eyed stare “You want my attention? Fine. You got it! I’ll kill you and Maron at the same fucking time! Nobody is going to stop me, none shall step forward to save you, not even God himself!” At the very moment Toma said the word “God” a peel of thunder streaked down from the sky and struck him where he stood. He felt every nerve in his body screech out in an intense but thankfully brief moment of pain. His armor was smoking, some of his hairs stood on end and were signed off. Toma looked up into the heavens, “Fuck you too. ” Then things got worse. The Saiyan Goten had just unleashed some kind of bio weapon into Namek’s atmosphere. He was probably infected…fuck. Then…to add injury…to injury…Goten launched a vial of poison from a wrist launcher at him. The vial impacted his neck. He felt some kind of posion coursing through his veins. Toma smiled, “That’s a bitch move son. But I came prepared.” Toma removed the panacea he kept handy and quickly pop’d the pill into his mouth. He instantly felt the poison leave his system. Toma sheathed his sword and retrieved his simple wooden stave from his back. He normally let it rest there until he needed it. He could feel the insidious effects of the heart virus slowly, meticulously, weakening the muscles in his heart…his left arm began to feel kind of tingly…he felt slower more sluggish. “Fuck them…I won’t lie down to a fucking germ in a bottle. I AM A SAIYAN!” Toma shot up from the ground slipping into the upper atmosphere of Namek in a matter of seconds. As he ascended the sky got darker, he could clearly see the curvature of the planet, and the air got very thin. Toma gathered every ounce of his energy and dove back to the ground, the speed of his descent caused his battle armor and helmet to become wreathed in flame as he streaked back to the center of the battlefield and crashed violently into the formerly serene sea side battlefield. Both hands tightly gripping his simple wooden staff, Toma slammed the heft of the staff into the ground with a titanic effort, a shockwave reverberated through the ground as the landscape was torn to bits and debris was propelled into the air and whipped around in a tornado of destruction! All to trap Maron. Shouting as loud as he could to be heard over the earth infused gale Toma said, “You may be an Earthbender Maron…BUT I’M AN EARTHBREAKER!” Reveling in the devastation Toma yelled, “THAT’S RIGHT MOTHER FUCKERS! EVERYBODY DIES! ALL OF YOU ARE ON BORROWED FUCKING TIME! ” Digging his feet into the ruined Namekian soil he gathered an enormous amount of energy into each of his hands. Goten…Maron…Pierce…he could see each of these mutherfuckers not too far from him. Toma just barely had control of the energy building in each of his hands outstretched to his sides…then he pushed it a step further let his power course through every fiber of his being…Goten…Maron…Pierce. Toma screamed and fired two enormous blasts of blueish teal energy cackling with purple electricity each at Goten…Maron…and Pierce in rapid succession. After he loosed the 6th blast Toma took to the air and fired six more energy blasts directly at Maron attempting to box her in and create a raging inferno of ki to utterly immolate his foe. Letting his blood rage completely overwhelm his faculties Toma gathered an even larger amount of energy into his hands and formed an enormous silver ball of energy over his head. The ball grew, and grew, until finally Toma thrust his hands forward and sent a titanic beam of destructive energy rushing down to strike Maron in an attempt to completely annihilate her and fuck up Goten and Pierce in the process. Panting heavily from the monumental exertion he had just pushed himself through Toma smiled, as he surveyed the absolute carnage he had wrought. Laughing manically he said, "Ah...there's no kill quite as fun as over kill..." Looking for the human who had repeatedly accosted him Toma pointed to Pierce with the tip of his blade, once again loosed from its sheath, “Next in line bitch!”
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| Garlic Jr | Dec 6 2013, 02:41 PM Post #11 |
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Brutis' mighty wings beat with the strum of his own heart, keeping him mid-flight as he continued to take in the scene...his silver orbs locking onto the human 'saint' as he could inheritably control the elements. "What is thou conjuring?" the warrior whispered as he continued to take in the site. It was at that very moment, whilst the heavens swirled about him angrily, that a bolt had driven itself from the sky and into the very fabric of his being! Brutis cricked his neck, and gave a sly grin. His body erupted into flame, and he then became a light atop of the world. "Fool." he again muttered, and was about to confront him, until the lay of the land became vibrant with both Jordan and Toma's energies. A whirlwind of power begun to strike out toward the angelic warrior, he put his fist before his very face and attempted to keep his place. The powers were insane, for mortals to be on such a level. To paint this world with such color, it was disconcerting how far along beings from other world were becoming. Brutis grit his teeth, just before his senses kicked in. Toma's power was rising along with his rage, and with the power he felt...Brutis felt it best to climb higher into the heavens. For protection. The warrior pressed into the very depths of his agility, his wings unfurling themselves, and pushing him higher and higher into the clouds above! As he continued to climb away from the field of battle, he could feel the latent heat and irrevocable boom from his ally. "Such destruction..." he said softly as he came to a height that no longer threatened him. Fleeting sin...the female, she must of been obliterated. May the gods take pity on her sin-led life and let the flames of hell greet thee with as much contempt as thou had for ye short life. His thoughts withered away like a dead flower, becoming nothing to him...as she were nothing to him. Brutis began to descend from the heights he had climbed, his senses making him curious as Toma's life force seemed to be fleeting. As he came back within the vicinity, something scratched the back of his throat...and then an intense burning sensation began to claw upon his heart. Brutis clutched his chest, "What in the heavens?" the warrior cried out as the warriors came back into view...if this is happening to mine self, how are the mortal bodies faring? Brutis analyzed his compatriots, Jordan seemed to be fine...but Toma, he needed divine inspiration. Something that the noble warrior would gleefully employ. "A gift, my friend." the warrior spoke softly as he began to weave symbols together, a holy golden light beginning to manifest around them in a spherical manner. The warriors' eyes became a sapphire blue in hue, and as he whispered the final word in the old language, the light faded and its very power became one with Toma. It was a gift of healing, one that would hopefully keep him together whilst the battle continued to wage. A deft breeze crept by, as the debris below on the world had begun to settle...Brutis looking upon it with a stern face. However, a light shone down...one not from any of the three stars, but a pure and rather 'holy' light. Yes it was as though the gods had seen the resolve of their noble warrior and was filling him with the inspiration to continue on and to win this bout! It sent chills up his spine, lifting the hairs on his neck and making him grit his teeth. "Mine will shalt not fail this day!" he roared, inspired by the touch of his kin from other world, keeping an eye on him. It was something that only a fellow Celestial spirit could feel, it was simply. Amazing. ki used: 8% ki remaining: 89% Vit(fatigue): -- Vit(dmg): -- Actions: 1. Transmute Energy v warhead [Flame Shield active for 3 attacks against me] 2. Bukujutsu + ST + Dodge AoE Blast from Toma [spd:17,148] 3. Bukujutsu + Heal Toma [-8%ki, +18% healed dmg, +6% fatigue recovered] 4. Bukujutsu + Energizer [Holy inspiration]
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| Pierce | Dec 6 2013, 11:55 PM Post #12 |
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“…Maron?” Pierce struggled to find his female teammate through the rain, and before he laid his eyes upon her he felt a gravitational pull, forcing him to stagger backwards as it weaved him in. Craning his neck around, the mercenary saw his friend being crushed inwards, like they were eating themselves. Didn’t really surprise him, considering it was Maron, but the pull she was producing was not helpful at all. He leapt skywards, wordlessly commanding the rain to slow down as his Static Thrusters ignited again. Ascending until he was free of the gravitational pull and then going further, the Sky-Enlightened watched below as the strongest of their three enemies dropped another crimson bomb on Maron. The explosion decimated the area yet another time, making him glad that he had chosen to take a trip up. The blast radius didn’t even touch him. As he rose the human spotted Goten, encased in what looked like a ball of chocolate ice cream, falling past him to the ground. He shrugged and kept going, sure that his saiyan ally knew what he was doing. Sure enough, just a few moments later he heard the previously agreed upon code in his earpiece. Pierce’s hands were emptied of electric power as he rerouted his Static Thrusters to his feet, effectively creating jet boots for himself. With his hands free the man reached into his pocket and retrieved a small white pill that quickly found its way into his mouth. Looking up he opened his mouth, accepting several rain drops to help swallow the vile medicine as soon as he could. No sooner would one of Goten’s bioweapons be smothering him, as well as the rest of the planet, and he didn’t want to lose power to that. Suddenly Toma had shot past him at incredible speeds, racing into the atmosphere. Then he came back down, slamming into the ground below. “What…huh?” Pierce checked the cylindrical canister he had retrieved his pill from, confirming on the label that it was the antidote he had token, not any of his narcotics…unless he had gotten the pills mixed up. He looked down, still moving up to the cloud layer, watching Toma. He was generating a lot of power, and throwing it about. Two balls of ki at Goten…then two at the girl…Pierce braced himself, watching as two balls were suddenly flying upwards towards him. Having seen some fired already, he had an advantage. He knew exactly how fast the shots moved, and he knew that they weren’t homing attacks. If he moved, they would miss. With a nimble curve his ascent had deftly changed into a horizontal dash, his arm simultaneously reaching to his hip and retrieving one of his energy pistols. Gripping the gun in a single hand and using the other as a third thruster to keep himself stabilised, Pierce watched and waited as the ki blasts rose, flying up until they would have hit him if he wasn’t a couple hundred feet away. Then he released a shot from his pistol, watching as it trailed through the air before colliding with the second blast. It exploded on contact with the ki bullet, catching the other blast in its explosion and causing that to blow up too. Sliding his pistol back into its holster, Pierce’s attention moved back to what was happening on the ground. Toma was furious, but that wasn’t new. He was in the air, raising both hands above him with a massive ball of silver energy in them. The attack was ruthlessly tossed upon the battle area, causing a great explosion that would definitely devour Maron, if she was alive. Pierce’s flight pattern went back to a vertical one, but Toma’s blast was far too big to simply escape. It went straight up, somehow not killing the one who fired it as its radius stretched towards Pierce. He sped up, launching himself upwards before the blast got to him. He was definitely outrunning the shockwave, somehow, but it was tiring. Finally the blast of the attack reached its end, dissipating to show Pierce nothing but ocean. The whole area had been obliterated, with occasional pebbles failing to remain as sizable standing platforms in what was less an ocean and more a crashing wavepool, each wave a number of reflective surfaces. Pierce, just below the clouds, was going to use the reflective nature of the water to his advantage. Summoning up his strength again he willed the clouds away, watching them float off and take the rain with them. He had a clear shot at two of Namek’s suns now. The mercenary stretched into the very small pool of moves he knew that weren’t related to lightning. Raising his hands both with open fingers to either side of his head he set his eyes upon his biggest foe. “Solar Flare!” Streams of blinding light shot down from above, amplified by the fact that Pierce had two suns to work from, not just one. They would all land in the ocean around Jordan, the water reflecting light towards his eyes and, assuming a success, causing him a heap of pain. “Enjoy that, fucker!” Pierce dashed downwards, reaching the ocean surface in a few seconds. There he found Maron’s corpse, floating with the waves. Nonchalantly he picked it up, reaching into her top and retrieving two more grenades. Dropping her back in the ocean he focused on Jordan again. Meh, he had expected her to die. Now, he hadn’t expected he’d get a chance to reach into her bosom, so that was cool. Pocketing one of the grenades, he tossed the other at the man who was hopefully still blinded. It would slow down his ki flow, furiously exacerbating the situation the Heart Virus had left him in. Word Counts: WC: 963 TWC: 2,752 Actions: 1: Bukujutsu + Vaccine [0% Ki Cost] 2: Bukujutsu + Dodge Energy Dan [0% Ki Cost] 3: Power Fly + Dodge Ion Beam [0.3% Ki Cost] 4: Charging 5: Solar Flare @ Jordan [DR1 | CE: Blind | 9% Ki Cost] Tactician: Take Maron’s Vial of Poison [0% Ki Cost] Free: Double Zanzoken [6% Ki Cost] DZ1: Take Maron’s Stasis Grenade DZ2: Vial of Poison @ Jordan [0% Ki Cost] Ki Used: 15.3% Ki Remaining: 83.7% Stamina Drain: 2,026 Power Level: 163,718/220,992 Ki: 82,872/110,496 Strength: 29,850 Speed: 25,520 Toughness: 28,522 [36,918 Armored] Stamina: 24,574/26,600 Vitality: 25,524 Determination: 1,423 Charisma: 357 Intelligence: 1,448 Current Modifiers: +5% to Physical Attacks 20% Damage Reduction Counters and Stuff: Counters: 4/4 Telepathy: 2/2 Resilience: 2/2 Telekinetic Mastery: 2/2 Deflect: 1/1 Kiai: 1/1 Transmute Energy: 1/1 Runic Blast: 3/3 Kunai: 3/3 Speed Teleport: 7/7 Energy Repeater 3/3 Techs: Solar Flare: 0/1 Hyper Tornado: 3/3 Ion Beam: 3/3 Galatica Donut: 1/1 Big Bang Attack: 3/3 Hypnosis: 3/3 Ice Blast: 2/2 Scattershot: 3/3 Flash Bomb: 3/3 Electro Eclipse Bomb 1/1 [RESERVED FOR TOMA] Dyne Power Up: 6/6 Barrier: 3/3 Opal Electricity: 1/1 Shiyoken: 4/4 Hassuken: 3/4 Double Zanzoken: 0/1 Burst Rush: 1/1 Amazing Impact: 1/1 Instant Transmission: 1/1 Prepared Items: Bag o' Senzu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Energy Drink Vaccine Battery Pack Panacea Maron’s Stasis Grenade |
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| Towa | Dec 8 2013, 12:25 AM Post #13 |
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Darkstar allowed himself a wry smile, a far cry from the sadistic grin that he had worn while he was seeding Namek’s atmosphere with a heart-attacking biological weapon. The success of the virus had been assured by the research and development arm of the Shadowguard and already the power levels of all three combatants were beginning to wane. Such was the source of Darkstar’s wry smile. The smile disappeared as he watched a cleverly executed trap spring up around the intellectually handicapped member of his team. Several flashes of energy, their origin being somewhere near the renegade, closed in on the hapless human and arrived just as she was trapped in a whirlwind by the fan wielding older Saiyan. Darkstar nodded to himself as she disappeared from his senses. Her early exit from the fight was unsurprising and had been factored into his plans from quite early on. One thing he hadn’t counted on was Toma’s need to stick his own bit in. The unnecessary expenditure of energy made the super spy from in disappointment at the being who was supposed to be on the same political side as he. The attacks were literally the difference between Maron’s corpse being medium rare and well-done: it was a tactically irrelevant move. Darkstar found himself eating his own words somewhat as two of the blasts found their way as high as his perch near the clouds. Pierce too had seen the logic of the bird’s eye tactic and was dodging his own set of flying death packages nearby. Possessing more initiative and better reflexes than Toma did, Darkstar felt little fear about the imminent arrival of the blasts, though they were still serious enough to warrant his full concentration. As the energy dan blasts drew ever closer, Darkstar turned tail and fled into the clouds, moving in a spiral pattern in order to ensure that the blasts weren’t tracking him before shooting straight down and allowing them to continue on their merry way into the upper atmosphere to dissipate harmlessly into the ozone layer. As he descended beneath the layer of clouds once more, Darkstar found that the energy from the ion beam had engulfed everyone below him and was effectively obscuring his senses and sensors. Rather than risk catching the tail of the shockwave, Darkstar held his breath and headed for the upper atmosphere for the few moments that it would take for the shockwave to peter out. He dare not stay up there for too long, for the pressures of the atmosphere would soon crush his small body to something resembling a tube of tooth-cleanser. Once his scouter and senses could once again tell what was happening beneath the insulating layer of clouds, Darkstar returned to a safe distance. From what he could ascertain, everyone except all of the land masses, Maron’s corpse and the renegade had been successful in avoiding the initial blast and subsequent eruption of power. It was too early to tell how much damage had been inflicted upon the renegade, but Darkstar sensed an opening. It was time to let the proverbial dogs out. Ever since the ascension to Super Saiyan, Darkstar had kept Tokarot in a psychic prison in order to prevent him from doing irreparable damage to something that wasn’t supposed to be destroyed. The time had now come for some irreparable and thus it was time to allow Tokarot to glimpse the outside world once more, albeit with his personality tempered by Darkstar’s constant influence. The super spy would need to spend a substantial amount of time dormant after this in order to regain his strength. Life. Breath. Power. These were words that other super warriors took for granted, but not Tokarot. Never Tokarot. As he gulped precious lungfuls of air following his imprisonment in the darkness that he didn’t understand, Tokarot felt his power grow. He roared with gratitude and freedom and all the other things that had been denied to him in that sensory deprived state. The feeling was magnificent. The Saiyan Warrior could rip the very core from this worthless planet if he wanted to, but why bother? Scrolling words on the silly little helmet that adorned his head told him that the virus was exerting its effects. He didn’t know what virus it was, but virus meant death and Tokarot was okay with that. And speaking of death, the display indicated that Tokarot should disable the two targets that were flagged at present. He didn’t like that word, because disable meant that he wasn’t allowed to kill them. Nobody could stop him from killing them, not even the sneaky person in his mind that locked him up, but he didn’t want to get locked up again so he decided to do what the pictures told him to do. Tokarot started to dance, the entrancing movements of his hands and feet causing static electricity to arc between his extremities and the clouds around him until four incorporeal copies of himself appeared. They crackled with golden energy and stood ready to receive his orders. “Minions!” he barked, ever the Saiyan military man, “we must disable the renegade and the freak. Do not kill or the sneaky one will lock this one away again!” The poltergeists saluted once before launching themselves up into the air. They merged with the clouds in order to camouflage themselves while they snuck up on the freaky angelic genotype and the renegade. The first two were aiming for the freak, their movements concealed until the last second when the jumped out of the clouds. One came at the angel from behind and tried to seize him around the torso while the other came at the front in order to grab his legs. The movements had the impeccable timing that was only made possible by a shared link and as soon as they made contact with the body of the angel they exploded. It was a muted explosion, caused by the suppression of energy that had gone into creating these two. Tokarot was taking no chances with his freedom. In order to attack the renegade, the final two poltergeists had to leave the cloud layer relatively early. In order to best trap the powerful renegade, they came together in order to occupy the same space as only incorporeal beings are able to do. As one, the duo charged at the renegade. While one launched itself at the renegade, the other held back for a fraction of a moment and then launched when he figured out whether or not the renegade was planning on dodging the attack. 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| Marek | Dec 8 2013, 11:28 PM Post #14 |
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Of course, the human didn’t respond to this. No. Instead he launched himself through the air away from him. Infuriated Toma yelled, “Don’t you run! Not yet!” Toma gathered his strength to launch himself into the air; he blasted into the sky after Pierce. And then fell into the ground in a heap a mere second later. Clutching at his chest in pain Toma rolled over in the dirt breathing heavily. While he was facing the ground he felt a strong burst of warmth and heat on his back…almost like sunlight. Slowly bringing himself to his feet he saw Pierce yet again. He touched the side of his scouter to begin scanning his new target for weaknesses. And then…then he was gone…but a sort of after image of him was still there. “What in the hell? Hal, what did that human just do?” Hal replied, Toma’s onboard ship AI replied, “PROCESSING….The human has used a double zanzoken technique, storing and analyzing data now.” Toma looked around for Pierce, eventually finding him, unceremoniously pilfering the charred and broken corpse of his leader. “What a friend.” Toma observed with a painful chuckle. Though…Toma noticed that Pierce didn’t seem to have slowed down after Goten had used his bioweapon. He must have brought some kind of medicine to the fight with him to inoculate him against the thing. Which meant…that Maron probably had one too. Toma slowly flew to Maron’s corpse and plucked it from the rough Namekian seas. Toma tossed her remains onto land and began rummaging through her stuff. He found a handgun, a social security card, a rather large cucumber shaped object that vibrated – Toma quickly dropped this cucumber, and medication for multiple personality disorder – made out to someone named Armon. Odd. After a bit more searching Toma finally located a vial of heart medication. The label read:
Toma figured this was probably what he was looking for; on account of the massive amounts of chest pain he was feeling. He downed the bacon flavored medication in one go and felt better, a lot better. MMM…bacon. He felt his strength return and then powered up to his maximum in one go, yelling in rage as his full power came to the surface. He was in a blind rage before; but now…now all semblance of sanity had slipped out of his mind. Toma balled his right hand into a fist and summoned an enormous amount of cosmic radiation to cover his right first. He would show Pierce not to run from him. “Hey shitbird!” Toma yelled to catch the human’s attention. Toma took to the skies like a bullet to bring some pain to the human. He kicked his speed into the next gear, gathering every fiber of his being to will his body foreward, he felt time nearly slow to a crawl as he approached the speed of light, and then finally achieved a speed so great that anyone looking at him would see only an afterimage of him, incredibly lifelike a perfect image of Toma but blue shifted due to the fact that he was moving towards Pierce. Toma arrived in front of Pierce and slammed his radiation covered fist towards Pierce like a piston, aiming to bury his fist in his abdomen, torqueing his body to put every bit of his considerable momentum behind the bunch as he came to a full stop. A1: Scan DZ A2: Pilfer Maron’s Corpse [Thief Gloves] A3: Use Vaccine on Self [if I have three loosing this one] A4: Power Up (+ 25% ki) [if I have a freeze roll I’m losing this action] A5: Charge[if I have two freeze rolls I’m losing this action] Tactician: Zanzoken + Cosmic Blitz @ Pierce (DR 6: Hybrid) (Speed = 70,346) (PL = 281,975) (-16% ki) (CE: Immobilize) Energizer: Lost Due to Exhaustion Power Level: 226,420 Ki: 117,872 Strength: 33,058 Speed: 35,173 Toughness: 34,152 w/ armor [40,005] Stamina: 16,702 (post stam drain) Vitality: 24,636 Determination: 311 Charisma: 238 Intelligence: 1,259 Ki Remaining: 57.2 % |
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| Bassolarr | Dec 9 2013, 01:11 AM Post #15 |
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INCOMING ORDERS… SIGNIFICANT POWER LEVELS DETECTED AT GIVEN COORDINATES ON PLANET NAMEK. IDENTITIES CONFIRMED. WARRIORS KNOWN AS JORDAN, BRUTIS, MARON, AND TOMA CONFIRMED. TOMA IS CURRENTLY WANTED ELIMINATED FOR HIS CRIMES AGAINST THE EARTH GOVERNMENT AND VARIOUS OTHER CHARGES WITHIN AVALONIAN SPACE. AS SUCH, THE EARTH DEFENSE FORCES GOVERNMENT IS AUTHORIZING YOU TO ELIMINATE THE TARGET WITH ALL DUE SPEED AND EFFICIENCY. UNIT RBC-411, YOU HAVE CLEARANCE FOR GREEN LIGHT ON THIS OPERATION. ELIMINATE THE SAIYAN WARRIOR KNOWN AS TOMA AS SOON AS YOU MAKE CONTACT WITH HIM. EARTH DEFENSE FORCES HIGH COMMAND OUT. The droid awoke from his slumber some time ago, having undergone a series of intensive repairs and software changes in order to prevent the errors that had occurred previously between Rubic, Aria, and Chishan. Apparently, Rubic had suffered from an extreme case of critical exceptions, the likes of which he had barely managed to escape from and still manage to interface with his personal repair unit. Even now, the number of subroutines that were ensuring his system stability had tripled—apparently, the Earth Defense Forces did not want what happened prior to happen again. So be it—they commanded, he obeyed. The droid ran through his orders once more, analyzing the information he received through his wireless uplink before preparing for the drop. Apparently, the warrior known as Toma had some significant charges on his head during his time within the Avalonian Protectorate—and the Earth Defense Forces saw it fit to charge him with the duty of eliminating the warrior for said slights. He had fought against the Saiyan warrior before within the gem of telepathy, but once again, there was a reason Rubic recorded all footage from his various spars and battles against various opponents—in the event he needed to use the data against such warriors. Already, Rubic had booted the information from his databanks into his active system memory for later use and analysis. He had a swath of information regarding Toma’s abilities and speed, predictive analysis already at work to determine the best possible way of eliminating the target. Soon enough, the door opened within the cargo bay. The Codex had broken Namek’s atmosphere a few moments ago, approaching the battlefield by traveling through the sky overhead. Without hesitation, the droid leaped from the cargo bay doors, the wind whipping around him as gravity did its work, the white-glinting warrior descending from on high to do battle upon the ground. Small bursts of energy jetted from the droid as he stabilized his fall, ensuring the correct trajectory was maintained as he descended from the sky towards the target. But even then, Rubic was not idle. RELEASING POWER RESTRAINTS. ACTIVATING FULL BURST MODE FOR ENERGY CONSUMPTION. POWER PLANT ON HIGH ALERT AND EFFICIENCY—ALL SYSTEMS GO. ALL POWER SYSTEMS AT MAXIMUM CAPACITY, BEGINNING CHARGING PROCESS. As the droid continued to approach closer and closer towards the ground, faster and faster, his systems began to power up the impress laser artillery piece that sprouted from the droid’s right shoulder. The capacitors began to whine, filling up with energy that would soon be used to fire the power laser cannon towards the target in order to guarantee the target’s death—should it connect. As powerful as the laser was, it required extreme amounts of time and power to charge, hence why he was charging the cannon now, rather than later. Soon enough, the warriors below would see a white-armored warrior descend from the skies, his foot thrusters slowing down his descent enough to allow his shock-absorbers, located within his legs, to absorb the damaging portions of the landing, leaving the rest of his systems unharmed. And without hesitation, the targeting reticule centered over Toma, a mere one hundred meters away. FIRE. Like a brilliant volcano, a powerful blast of energy erupted from the droid’s cannon, seeking to end the life of the Earth-dictated criminal, Toma. There was no regret, no fear, no lament. Only efficiency. Only the mission. Only power. WC: 666 ACTION 1: ACTIVATE 2.0 ENHANCEMENTS ACTION 2: GO TO FULL POWER ACTION 3: BIO-SCANNER VS TOMA ACTION 4: SUNSTONE SHARD ACTION 5: ENERGY DOUBLER (ALL POWER TO WEAPONS) SCOUTER 1: RAINBOW PLASMA VS TOMA (DR 14/33% Ki/PL: ~740,000) SCOUTER 2: LOST TACTICIAN: (0/2)
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| Pierce | Dec 9 2013, 03:34 AM Post #16 |
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Toma yelled, presumably bursting his eardrums by yelling loud enough to be heard in the clouds, from ground level. The saiyan moved at the speed of light, stopping after 0.0000133 seconds (the rough time taken to travel from the ground to the cloud layer, moving at the speed of light) to punch Pierce with the cosmic radiation he was holding. The mental battering of these vicious attacks on Pierce’s knowledge of physics somewhat dulled the physical pain of being punched with…the universe, or something, and despite a bit of knockback he didn’t feel that bad. Pierce had now very much adapted to the logic-bending toxins that were apparently present in Namek’s atmosphere, and was hardly surprised to note a large white robot sailing past him and Toma onto the battlefield, somehow not attracting any storm lightning or getting waterlogged by traveling through a large wave of clouds. The machine managed to land on solid ground in the middle of the ocean, and then invoked its Jesus powers a second time to unleash a gigantic laser upon Toma. Having already been knocked a few metres away, Pierce would be left untouched as the laser came straight back up the route that his robot ally had just taken, to where the saiyan actually was, hopefully engulfing him. “Yeah, go robot!” He yelled. “I wanna join in!” He reached out and, followed by a crack of thunder, a lightning bolt burst from the nearby clouds and into his palm. He curled up for a moment, struggling to hold onto the massive energy, but as he focused the object he held slowly turned from a pure lightning bolt into a compressed ball of power. With his other hand he pointed at where Toma was and unleashed a small, zap of lightning. The velocity of this technique was instant, unavoidable in nature, and on contact it would stun the saiyan and send him to sleep. Pierce then impatiently chucked the lighting ball he held towards his foe, waiting excitedly for the ensuing destruction. Before it even landed his happiness had overcome him, however, and he was charging another attack. With one palm up Pierce gathered strength in the same way he just had, taking the electricity out of the air. This time he stole a prolonged arc rather than a single bolt, letting the electricity flow through his body and come of his other hand into a large white orb. It grew as he stole more energy until Pierce was holding something larger than him. Taking hold of the Ion Beam with two hands he raised it above his head, released another stun shot at Toma from his eyes, and then tossed the ball at him. This attack was not an explosive blast but a continuous beam that was still being fired out of his hands as it trailed towards Pierce’s enemy. If the cyborg Jesus laser and the big electrical bomb hadn’t killed Toma, this would. Word Counts: WC: 492 TWC: 3,248 Actions: Free: Take Cosmic Thingy 1: Bukujutsu + Hypnosis @ Toma [0% Ki Cost] 2-3: Bukujutsu + Electro Eclipse Bomb @ Toma [DR 12.5 | PL: 368,366 | 20% Ki Cost] 4: Bukujutsu + Hypnosis @ Toma [0% Ki Cost] 5: Chargin’ Tactician: Bukujutsu + Ion Beam @ Toma [DR 12 | PL: 229,205 | 18% Ki Cost] Ki Used: 38% Ki Remaining: 45.7% Stamina Drain: 6,750 Power Level: 158,994/220,992 Ki: 82,872/110,496 Strength: 29,850 Speed: 25,520 Toughness: 28,522 [36,918 Armored] Stamina: 19,850/26,600 Vitality: 25,524 Determination: 1,423 Charisma: 357 Intelligence: 1,448 Current Modifiers: +5% to Physical Attacks 20% Damage Reduction Counters and Stuff: Counters: 4/4 Telepathy: 2/2 Resilience: 2/2 Telekinetic Mastery: 2/2 Deflect: 1/1 Kiai: 1/1 Transmute Energy: 1/1 Runic Blast: 3/3 Kunai: 3/3 Speed Teleport: 7/7 Energy Repeater 3/3 Techs: Solar Flare: 0/1 Hyper Tornado: 3/3 Ion Beam: 2/3 Galatica Donut: 1/1 Big Bang Attack: 3/3 Hypnosis: 1/3 Ice Blast: 2/2 Scattershot: 3/3 Flash Bomb: 3/3 Electro Eclipse Bomb 0/1 Dyne Power Up: 6/6 Barrier: 3/3 Opal Electricity: 1/1 Shiyoken: 4/4 Hassuken: 3/4 Double Zanzoken: 0/1 Burst Rush: 1/1 Amazing Impact: 1/1 Instant Transmission: 1/1 Prepared Items: Bag o' Senzu Beans 4/4 Faerie Dust Energy Drink Vaccine Battery Pack Panacea Maron’s Stasis Grenade |
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| Towa | Dec 9 2013, 06:41 PM Post #17 |
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Outrage. The surging red tide of anger crested and broke within Tokarot as he beheld the very destruction that he was being ordered not to create. Why did this mechanised interloper get to blow things up while he had to suppress his attacks to suit the whims of a being that he could not hear, touch, taste or smell? Were he familiar with any sort of academics, Tokarot might have made the argument that the influence in his mind didn’t exist at all. But the Saiyan warrior was born unto fire and lived the life that fire chose. Without the other two fractures he couldn’t survive and deep down, the chaotic Saiyan knew that. Yet here he was, blinkered and fettered while a false being got to have all of the fun. When the human got in on all of the action, Tokarot was incensed enough to be granted the rage-based mental fortitude to be willing to consider ignoring the other fracture’s demand that he temper his violence in accordance with a greater plan. Fortunately for all three fractures, he wasn’t yet self-assured enough to do anything rash, for the calm voice of logic in his head pointed out that he would need to do something about the burgeoning shockwave. Tokarot turned to dodge, finding it much easier to move and wondering if it was his new armour that was granting him such powers. Once he had travelled a sufficient distance that the edge of the explosion wouldn’t catch him, the chaotic Saiyan turned to regard what was going on. What he saw made him gape in horror. He had somehow left his body behind. Frozen in time as it stared at the explosion, his body was engulfed by the explosion and vanished. Tokarot panicked. How long would it be before his mind disappeared? Would he be doomed to roam the oceans of Namek forever? Yet here he was, blinkered and fettered while a false being got to have all of the fun. When the human got in on all of the action, Tokarot was incensed enough to be granted the rage-based mental fortitude to be willing to consider ignoring the other fracture’s demand that he temper his violence in accordance with a greater plan. Fortunately for all three fractures, he wasn’t yet self-assured enough to do anything rash, for the calm voice of logic in his head pointed out that he would need to do something about the burgeoning shockwave. Tokarot turned to dodge, finding it much easier to move and wondering if it was his new armour that was granting him such powers. Once he had travelled a sufficient distance that the edge of the explosion wouldn’t catch him, the chaotic Saiyan turned to regard what was going on. What he saw made him gape in horror. He had somehow left his body behind. Frozen in time as it stared at the explosion, his body was engulfed by the explosion and vanished. Tokarot panicked. How long would it be before his mind disappeared? Would he be doomed to roam the oceans of Namek forever? It was then that a new message scrolled across the screen. According to the information, something called a zanzoken technique had just been used and he would be permitted once more usage of it by the suit of armour. It also told him that he would not be punished for any killing, so long as he aimed at the only other Saiyan left standing. Now Tokarot wasn’t a scholar, but even he could see the potential loophole in those orders and he knew exactly what to do in order to take full advantage. His ki rose at the expectation of more violence, rolling off him in waves and dispelling the clouds that were around him at present. Several moments later, in the middle of the cleared patch of sky and visible from across the planet was a rapidly increasing sphere of energy, its power shimmering in the sunlight as it broke through the clouds at last. It encompassed the space between Tokarot’s hands and was so bright that the hands themselves could not be seen. After a single long moment of charging, the pale-blue sphere of energy was ready and Tokarot thrust his hands forth, allowing the beam to erupt from the sphere like the volcano that had taken the lives of the elders. It was aimed at the Saiyan, but when it hit, the area around him would erupt in a sea of chaotic fire that would destroy anything left alive and boil the seas beneath it. The consequences for the environment of the whole planet would be catastrophic, so naturally he decided that once wasn’t enough. Unfortunately, it was at that point that he realised there was a mirror action that had taken place only moments before his own and the shockwave was just now reaching him. It did remind him of a volcanic eruption and as such, he knew which course of action he would use. As had happened in the last volcanic eruption, Tokarot slipped out of phase and allowed the energy to pass harmlessly through his body, though if anyone was watching then this would not be the case.
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| Marek | Dec 10 2013, 11:08 PM Post #18 |
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Messed up my ki last post, rectifying it in this post Toma grinned in satisfaction as he felt his radiation covered fist slam into Pierce’s stomach. He felt the body go limp and watched it fall unceremoniously into Namek’s now violently shifting seas. Peals of lightning raced from the heavens and danced across the surface of the water. And a torrential downfall of rain began. As he watched his second enemy fall to the ground he felt his rage ebb and a portion of his faculties return. Turning slowly Toma pointed at Goten with his sword, “One Exacerbator left to go! Your allies have fallen before me.” Toma pointed to Maron’s corpse, “Stupidity was this one’s weakness.” Toma then gestured to Pierce’s unconscious form bobbing up and down in the water, “And him, he was over confident to a fault. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS LEFT NOBODY TO SAVE YOU! LET THE FINAL BATTLE BEGIN!” The moment Toma said Goten had no friends left to save him a white robot descended from the heavens at an epic speed, wreathed in flame from the sheer friction his speed was causing. Toma smiled, “Maybe he’s here to help!” The robot spoke:
Toma said aloud, “Well…fuck. That doesn’t sound good…” The robot stopped a mere hundred meters in front of him, Toma saw a large energy attack being charged, and then a blinding light. Toma yelled, “FUCK! NO NOT TODAY! I’M SO CLOSE!” Toma shut his mouth and closed his eyes resigning himself to his fate. A second passed. Then two. He didn’t feel a thing. Toma opened his eyes and saw that everything around him was standing stock still…frozen. The robot's beam attack had just begun to leave his hands, it looked both beautiful and terrifying hanging in mid air. Marveling at his good fortune Toma moved into the clouds just where there was enough air to breath. He noticed that Goten was apparently ranting above him fairly high up in the air. Toma breathed a sigh of relief, at that very moment time moved forward, the beam the robot, Rubic, had fired was nigh indescribable, he had never seen an attack quite so awesome in power, not even from Jordan. Why was the robot after him anyway? Toma had seen a familiar symbol on the robot’s shoulder, the symbol of the Earth Defense Force. Ah…that explained why he was upset at him. Toma briefly flashed back to his last encounter with the robot on Earth:
Toma snapped out of his flashback, breaking out of the jail was kind of a slippery sloshing anaconda move. He had seriously hurt some people. He really did owe it to these regular jack offs to make things right, they had just been doing their job. His rage ebbing after having escaped certain death Toma shouted to the robot, ”Machine! I know why you are here. For my crimes on Earth. I will come with you to answer for them. I will make right wrongs I have committed. But…I implore you, help me put down this mad dog Goten! He has murdered two of my friends without provocation. If you want me to come with you...to give satisfaction to the people of Earther...then he needs to be dealt with” Speaking of mad dogs…Goten looked to be absolutely livid:
The incredibly bright light served as a definite alarm that Goten was planning on fucking his day up permanent like…with…death and shit. Toma began to race away from Goten moving towards the ground as he went, all the while calibrating his scouter to track the Saiyan whelp’s power level. As long as the power level on the scouter kept rising Toma would keep putting distance between himself and the Saiyan whelp, hopefully just enough time too... The scouter emitted a shrill BEEP! Toma’s heart felt like it was in his throat. Goten was done charging and was about to fire his attack! And if his scouter’s reading was accurate…Toma didn’t know if he’d walk away in one piece if he got hit! Toma waited just a split second before he put his plan into motion to ensure that Goten would be unable to adjust his aim… taking advantage of the calm before the storm to briefly let his hand skim across the surface of the water, appreciating the beauty of the sea, maybe for the last time. Toma kicked his speed into high gear and took to the air with a steep ascent…the beam, which had been fired from high in the atmosphere and had taken at least some time to travel, struck the ground. The explosion raced outwards engulfing everything in its path growing exponentially in size…Toma could feel the air become hot. He began to worry that his top speed wasn’t enough…he wasn’t sure if he actually felt the blast wave nipping at his heels or if it was just in his head. But he was scared. Panicked. Digging deep Toma willed his body to MOVE. For a brief instant Toma moved so fast that he disappeared from sight, moving well into the upper atmosphere. For a moment he couldn’t breathe. He gripped at his throat institutionally, to no avail. Turning blue from the lack of oxygen at the edge of air and space Toma willed himself to take the time to watch the shock wave dissipate. His lungs were on fire now. Still he waited. A second passed...it felt like an eternity. The shock wave from the ion beam had finally died out. Dizzy, vision spinning, Toma shot down to the water below, desperately gasping for air as he went. He collapsed on one of the few remaining dots of land in Namek’s tumultuous sea in a heap. Breathing in long ragged breaths...his lungs still hurt...he was no scientist...but he knew oxygen deprivation was no laughing matter. Toma wanted to rest for just a moment and enjoy the smell of salt in the air. But…he knew there wasn’t time…not here…not yet. He willed himself to quickly retrieved a sensu bean from his bag and chew it up. As he felt his energy approach normal levels and his skin return to its normal hue he smiled ever so slightly, today all the scores could be settled.
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| Bassolarr | Dec 11 2013, 11:26 AM Post #19 |
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An energy signature spiked on the droid’s radar, a massive energy source high above in the clouds above the battlefield. He had detected a power level up there before, but it was not until now that it had become entirely relevant—particularly with the indicated jump in power, which seemed to suggest that there was an incoming attack. Analysis and predictive computations put it in a large explosive blast, similar to other techniques the robot had seen used before. If it was much like the Ion Beam technique—and by the telescopic sights on the droid’s visual sensors, it definitely seemed as much—Rubic would need to avoid the resulting blast as soon as possible. Without hesitation, Rubic’s flight systems activated, full burn, propelling the droid almost instantly higher in altitude in order to escape the resulting explosion. Judging by the impact point, Rubic had not been the intended target of the attack, but the droid continued to push the thrusters on his feet and back as hard as possible, the shockwave ripping across the battlefield and uprooting much in the way of soil and foliage. Thankfully enough, Rubic’s speed was enough to bring it out of the explosive range, though the shockwave resulting from the blast was enough to disorient the machine’s balance for a bare moment until he regained it. At that moment, he detected a life source—the target, Toma, was still alive. The droid prepared to re-engage the Saiyan when new orders came in. Apparently, analysis concluded that the other life energy, belonging to a Saiyan warrior named Goten, was part of the Saiyan Empire as well, according to intelligence reports. The droid quickly reviewed data on the Saiyan warrior, prior information on him appearing from their proximity during the battles upon Damaskia. Oddly enough, Earth Defense Forces wanted to see the agent of the Saiyan Empire eliminated as well, considering he was on Protectorate Soil—metaphorically speaking, at any rate. The orders were also revised—apparently, the Earth Defense Forces received the droid’s report on what Toma had said, enhanced hearing picking up on the other Saiyan’s shouted retort, and his superiors apparently believed that capturing Toma and bringing him to Earth to stand trial was a far more preferable method than right out execution. Rubic disagreed, but his role was to serve, not to question. Rather than re-engage Toma, the droid centered his crosshairs over Goten, the new target. So be it— NEW MISSION PARAMETERS SET. ELIMINATE GOTEN. Without another moment of hesitation, the droid began to accelerate his flight systems, pushing them to the limit as the robot attempted to close the distance. A panel opened up on Rubic’s chest once he closed half the distance to the target, a grenade launcher sprouting forth! The barrel fired, launching a stun grenade towards the opposition, seeking to disorient the target in order to allow the war machine to close the distance and engage in brutal, harsh melee combat! WC: 518 ACTION 1: ST + HIKOU + DODGE GOTEN’S ION BEAM (Speed: 61441) ACTION 2: HIKOU + SWITCH SIDES (JOINING TOMA’S SIDE) ACTION 3: POWER FLY + STUN GRENADE (TARGET: GOTEN; 0.3% KI)(SPEED: 45057) ACTION 4: POWER FLY + GRAPPLE ATTEMPT (0.3% KI)(SPEED: 45057) ACTION 5: LOST TACTICIAN: (1/2)
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| Towa | Dec 11 2013, 11:10 PM Post #20 |
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Like a pinball bouncing between scoring zones in one of the arcade machines that had fascinated a young Goten, Toma bounced this way and that, his body surely suffering under the strain of the attack. Tokarot didn’t share the owner of this body’s fascination with shiny things, unless those shiny things were explosions. And speaking of explosions, for all of those that Tokarot had witnessed before firing his own, not a single one had done anything. The island chain was long-since destroyed by the blasts, tidal waves being created by the destruction surging towards populated centres and ensuring that Namek would feel the results of the battle long after its conclusion. In spite of the fact that he wasn’t really doing anything except hovering, Tokarot’s mind was abuzz. He knew that the shadow person was planning things, but he didn’t know what they were and always felt apprehensive when he knew something was going on. The robot who had failed at killing Toma was apparently helping him now and was launching yet another stun grenade at the Saiyan teenager, who should have been developing some sort of resistance to their soporific effects by now. But no, it would seem that the grenade would exert its effects in the same way that it had previously. As said robot continued its charge, Tokarot drew his sword in an arcing slash at the faceplate of his android foe. The move would effectively stop any sort of close-quarters combat attempt in its tracks and allow Tokarot to retreat to a different part of the cloud layer to take stock of what was happening. He was only capable of rudimentary strategizing, instead preferring to cause large explosions and simply destroy anyone else who happened to be left standing. The problem with this strategy had just become apparent, with both of his opponents still standing and largely untouched despite the planet-ending quality of the blast. In such a situation, there was only one course of action that made sense. Reaching into his utility belt, Tokarot retrieved a pale amber beverage that would allow him to understand what was going on in front of him. WHY IN ALL THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY CIRCLES OF HELL ARE YOU DRINKING BEER AT A TIME LIKE THIS? The scrolling message confused Tokarot somewhat. Why did his battle attire care if he was drinking beer? At the end of the world seemed like a perfectly reasonable time to enjoy a refreshing beverage. He might have offered one to Toma if the other Saiyan wasn’t so interested in ending him at the present time. Nevertheless the suit seemed insistent, so Tokarot drained the can and tossed it over his shoulder. He wondered if the robot would be mad that he was littering, but then realised that he didn’t much care and that he wasn’t even sure if robots could be mad. Very little time passed post-beverage before Tokarot decided that he wanted another one. DON’T YOU DO IT. Were it not a scrolling message on his display, Tokarot would have slowly raised a single digit on the middle of his hand before slowly drawing the beverage and consuming the whole thing without breaking eye contact. The fact of the matter was that it was a scroll message and so he just ignored the thing and downed the beer anyway. A large belch informed the world that he was done and the helmet returned to its original position, having retracted to allow him a drink. Now that all the beer was gone, there was no point offering any to Toma and thus Tokarot decided to end the buzzing of the moth for good. He wasn’t even a super Saiyan, yet he dared to go toe to toe with one who had attained the legendary status? No siree bob. Tokarot floated ever so deliberately down to where Toma was trying to tuck his lungs back in after his pin-balling effort into the upper atmosphere. The Saiyan teenager floated upside-down, regarding his fellow combatant with a certain kind of detached interest. He stared for just long enough to make the situation awkward before slowly flipping right-side up, never failing to maintain eye contact. Something about this situation seemed familiar and stayed Tokarot’s hand for the moment. “It seems like we’re been here once before,” the super Saiyan mused. Though Tokarot was aware that there were different parts of the same mind inhabiting the same space, he couldn’t comprehend the phenomenon and certainly didn’t have Goten’s memories. The only fracture with any sort of memory sharing was Darkstar, and he wasn’t giving anything away.
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| Marek | Dec 12 2013, 10:10 PM Post #21 |
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The Saiyan youngling hovered in front of him upside down, and mentioned something about the pair of them having done this before. Toma, now fully recovered from his costly dodge nodded and said, “Ya, on Planet Vegeta we had it out like a few weeks ago. Are you…are you OK?” Before Goten could answer him he saw Pierce’s body bobbing in the water. Toma smiled, flw to the body and plucked it from the seas. He then tossed the body onto a small outcropping of rock…he had plans for this one. And then…then he saw Maron’s disfigured corpse on the rocky shoal he had left it on moments ago. Namekian buzzards picking at her charred remains. Toma should feel relieved, elated, he had vanquished his mortal enemy…but Toma felt none of these things…not today. With Pierce not having given him a 10th of the fight he was expecting, Maron dead, and Goten…doing whatever he was doing…Toma felt only emptiness. Maron had dogged his steeps for so long, had been such an insuromountable obstacle to him, he didn’t know what he would do in a universe without her in it. Toma flew to Maron’s corpse, covered his fist with a red glove made of phoenix feather bone and sinew, and slammed it into Maron’s heart. Her flesh instantly healed. She inhaled sharply. Toma felt a THUD in her chest as her heart started beating again. Toma looked at Goten and said, “I have given Maron her life back. I have no further interest in fighting.” Toma pointed to Pierce’s unconscious form, “However, that one, that one must stay and pay the ultimate price for his arrogance.” As he waited for Goten's response he gathered his energy, should he insist on continuing the bout. Actions: A1: Revive Maron w/ Phoenix Down A2: Potion A3: Dyne Power Up (Minor) A4: Dyne Power Up (Minor) A5: Dyne Power Up (Minor) Free: Offer Chance to Flee Ki @ Start o Turn: 68% Ki used this turn: 2% Ki regenerated this turn: 30% Ki Remaining: 96% |
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| Bassolarr | Dec 12 2013, 10:25 PM Post #22 |
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The bladed blow against the droid’s ‘head’ unit impacted square against it, yet the armor and rigid construction seemed to hold for the moment, Rubic’s visual image flickering for a bare moment as he stumbled backwards, attempting to stabilize his flight before preparing for the enemy’s inevitable counter assault. Predictive analysis determined that the opposition would likely strike from the side or behind, avoiding the thick armor at the front of Rubic’s body, and the droid prepared for the attack, raising his arms in defense— Yet the attack never came. Instead, the Saiyan warrior seemed to be drinking some kind of beverage, two of them in fact, which was a strange an unprecedented turn of events for a combat that had been consumed with displays of energy prowess only moments ago, but here it was. The warrior, Goten, seemed to take a far more interest in Toma, approaching the warrior as if to speak to him, causing the droid to pause where he was for a long moment, studying the Saiyans’ movements and speech, trying to calculate their next move… but unlike Chishan or other warriors Rubic had fought against, he was suffering from an extreme lack of information on the both of them. It was difficult to try and predict their next actions, to say the least. Still… the droid tapped into his own reserves of power, additional batteries attached to his internal systems in order to supplement his own power during such combat scenarios, where the battle lulled just enough to allow the robotic warrior to tend to his own systems for optimal efficiency. Once the batteries were spent, they were soon ejected, falling to the ground far below, away from the other combatants. All the while, Rubic watched and waited. While his current objective was to neutralize the threat Goten presented, his true mission was to make sure to arrest Toma and bring him in alive. If Goten left the battlefield, Rubic would have little to no reason to pursue. After all, Toma was the real objective here. At that moment, that was when the droid saw the unconscious form of Brutis down below. Rather than hesitate, the droid descended from the clouds and down to the ground, right beside the body of the angel. A quick injection from Rubic's multitool, of course, could likely bring him back from death--or at least stabilize his condition. He looked incredibly injured. WC: 380 ACTION 1: HIKOU + RESILIENCE VS GOTEN’S COUNTER ACTION 2: HIKOU + POTION (+15% KI) ACTION 3: HIKOU + POTION (+15% KI) ACTION 4: HIKOU + ENERGIZER ACTION 5: HIKOU + USE PHOENIX DOWN ON BRUTIS FREE: TIGER CLAW STANCE TACTICIAN: (2/2): LOST (4v3)
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| Towa | Dec 13 2013, 01:12 AM Post #23 |
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A few weeks ago. Had Tokarot been imprisoned in his own mind for that long? He frowned, concentrating on his own thoughts for a moment while Toma went off and did his own thing. When at last he decided that he needed to examine what was going on rather than take a time out in the middle of the fight, Tokarot was surprised to see that Maron was alive and relatively well. There was a little charring here and there, but she was alive. I have given Maron her life back. I have no further interest in fighting.” Toma pointed to Pierce’s unconscious form, “However, that one, that one must stay and pay the ultimate price for his arrogance.” Well that explained one mystery. What it failed to explain was who the hell the human was. There was a certain amount of familiarity to him, but not enough for Tokarot to object to what Toma was saying. He was just a human after all. “Do what you want to him,” responded Tokarot with a shrug, “he’s not with me. What do I care what you do to some unconscious human?” It was a rhetorical question, Toma would know that. With the conversation over, the super Saiyan took to the skies, heading for his ship. Even if the robot had designs of pursuing him further, Tokarot doubted very much that it could catch him. What he needed right now was some time in a rejuvenation tank, even though he was loathe to surrender control to the phantom once more.
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| Abo | Dec 13 2013, 04:07 AM Post #24 |
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Maron nodded to Toma. There wasn't even a glimmer of confusion or wonder laced in her eyes; they instead sparkled with an intense hatred and understanding. The landscape was annihilated, Pierce was going to be raped or killed, Goten had fled, and her love was unconscious: she was beat. "I'm still going to kill you eventually," she muttered to her Saiyan enemy with a grin. It looked like Robocop was here too, but not for her it seemed. He came after she was killed, and thus Maron was not his objective. She walked over to Jordan and removed his chest armor, glancing over his glorious abs. Now the two would never get a chance to elope into paradise, and they would never grow old together, and they would never have children. Her one true love was now dead and she didn't know who to blame for this horrible deed. Perhaps he killed himself to be with her; fate's sense of humor was cruel, for now she was alive. "Actually... lol this armor is pretty shiny." With a mighty kick, Jordan's body found its way into the Namekian ocean, never to be seen again. "A girl has to have her treasure," she offered as an explanation to anybody who would have questioned her motives.
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| Marek | Dec 13 2013, 05:17 AM Post #25 |
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Toma’s mortal foe was back on her feet. He nodded at her in response to her threat, he would relish this victory over her, with the promise of more to come. Goten had left the battlefield. He was acting rather erratic during this whole thing. At one point he was calm and collected, calculating even. And then…then he had acted rashly for seemingly no reason whatsoever. Toma activated his scouter to look for Jordan and Brutis. He didn’t pick up Jordan’s power signature…not a whiff of it. He appeared to be dead, a pity. Brutis was still alive a few hundred yards away, but, his power level was rapidly fading, no doubt he was mortally wounded. Toma flew towards him to give him life saving aid with his healing blade. But…as he approached Brutis the celestial held up his hand and said, “I’m tired mortal…tired of being burdened by this frail mortal form. Please…send me home.” Toma nodded. He lifted himself into the air and prepared to give Brutis a send off worthy of a member of Justified Tyranicide. Gathering an immense amount of power into his hands he fired off a dozen blasts of ki to reduce his ally’s mortal body to ash. If time permitted Toma would have located Jordan’s body to render him a similar service. But…his corpse looked to be lost at sea. Taking a look at the utter devastation wrought on Planet Namek’s surface Toma resigned himself to honoring his promise and leaving with Rubic to stand trial on Earth. But… There was one piece of business that remained. Pierce. He wasn’t dead…not yet anyway. Toma retrieved a syringe of adrenaline from his armor. Just enough to ensure the human would feel everything that was about to happen to him. Toma plunged the syringe into the human’s neck and pumped the adrenaline into his veins. Toma then held the human’s left hand with both of his own, planting his right leg firmly on the ground, while placing his left leg on top of the human’s left shoulder. Toma slowly pulled the arm, using his foot on the human’s shoulder as a makeshift fulcrum, he could fell the tendons and ligaments resist, firmly holding the arm in place. Toma pulled a little harder, the tendons and ligaments gave way slowly, painfully. Toma knew Pierce could feel every agonizing bit. He pulled even harder pushing down with his left leg at the same time, finally ripping the human’s arm out of its socket. Toma laughed maniacally and beat him relentlessly with his own arm. Until his chest cavity caved in. Pulling his sword from its sheath he swiftly decapitated Pierce in one stroke. He picked up the human's head to keep as a trophy on his ship. He then took the body, minus the arm, to a tree in the courtyard of a village near Guru’s house. He hung the body up in the tree and affixed a sign to its chest by driving a stake into Pierce's dead heart. The sign read: “Here hangs the body of a fool who dared challenge the Saiyan Toma to a fight to the death…”
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