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Cooler vs Adriel [C]; Forum Gem Spar
Topic Started: Apr 20 2016, 08:22 AM (302 Views)
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A purple tailed flicked back and forth, as its host sat with a glass of blue liquid that served as wine. The changeling prince known as Lord Cooler was sitting within his behemoth space craft settled on Arlia, awaiting the next meeting with the King and his war council. How slow this event had been, with all the planning and caution. It would have been much faster to just wipe them all out with a single attack. But the wine was good!

Draining the last portion of the wine, the icer rose from his chair in the cockpit and walk down the many winding hall ways that would eventually lead to his meditation chamber. This place had served as true solace for the last few weeks on this bug planet, and it had provided the best entertainment since he had fought against the mutant namekian.

Gently placing his finger tips on the purple gem in the center of the room, everything around him washed away until he was then standing on a beach, near a massive ocean with green waters. The grass here was blue, and the sky was a different shade of green. It Cooler's memory, it much resembled planet Namek.


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The gem sent him to a beach, or he would have thought it to be a beach, except that the water was green, the sky were many shades of green, (Probably due to different light levels being broken through by the effect of Rayleigh scattering), and the grass that appeared in a sparse scattering through the sands was a deep blue.

In all, he was confused and put on guard as his brain processed the information to be put aside and studied for further use when his sensor pinged behind him at the exact same time that he sensed a power behind him of roughly the same strength as his; And without further ado his instincts kicked in and he began his blind attack.

Adriel sank to a half crouch while twisting to face his attacker, left arm held outward from his body to sweep over the sand while his other braced the sand; the effect to send up a shower to obscure his opponent's sight while keeping him in the same place and not wipeout on the sand as he concentrated.

The world built by both minds twisted momentarily as Adriel concentrated on summoning a staff, his staff, from the sands that his hand was sweeping across and blossoming out in a giant wave due to his displacement. Finishing his erratic movement in the sand, he would then launch himself with a detonation of power at his opponent to try and strike them across the head in an overhead blow from the new-made staff clasped between his hands, aiming for the center mass that he could sense the energy coming from.

Beginning to breathe in air, he would then arc around and try to land a sweeping kick to his opponent's chest to knock him backward while also sending Adriel back as well from the rebound, before unleashing the Ki-charged air from his lungs in a blast of fire to home in on his opponent.

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In a flurry of confusion, someone appeared in the astral realm and began blindly attacking the prince with out hesitation. Cooler had spent enough time in this realm to acknowledge the two types of people; the frenzies and the friendly's. It seemed this being was the former, and before he could even identify him his eyes were met with a wave of sand, his right arm blocking most of the dust.

Switching to defensive mode, his arms came up in a fighting stance and legs crouched slightly. There was a heavy thumping pain on his head, causing his vision to blur before a kick knocked him back several feet causing his stumble. This guy moved with decent agility, and his reach was incredible. It was only a few moments later that the changeling prince realized that he had been hit with a weapon, and not a fist.

"Alright, enough of that shit0" Cooler thought, as he brought his arms up in a cross guard to block a weakfire breath that would smash against his forearms, only to leave light burn marks on his saiyan mark 1 arm guards.

Throwing both hand out, he released an energy dan of his own, firing blast after blast in a rapid fashion.


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Adriel's mind finally caught ahold of his instincts, albeit with several seconds of trouble as they fought against the reins of his control, until at last he was able to hold them in check to get his bearings. Realizing he had immediately attacked possibly a friendly completely out of the blue and by surprise, he decided the only thing he could try to do was salvage the situation and repair what bridges he had burned.

He spun backward as his eyes searched the cloud in front, seeking for some sign of movement before several energy blasts were spat from his opponent with so much distain that he could feel it in the vibration of Ki, the surprised anger from his opponent rolling off in waves to discharge several attacks of his own in retaliation. Smiling, Ad spun the staff around as he flipped, narrowly dodging one of the arcs of energy before flicking the wood up and to the side to deflect another, and then snapping the hickory down to smash against the fourth attack.

He landed, well, skidded would be the word he was looking for, since the explosion had blown him backward enough that his landing was botched into a backward fall onto the sands to end up going heels over head in this instance. However, with a grunt, he was able to push himself backward with the momentum to turn the tumble into a backflip to right himself to face his opponent, for the smoke had finally decided to fade away in the brief flurry of attacks and wind generated within.

The automaton flushed with shame as he apologized to his opponent, even going as far to chuck his staff up in the air and break away his hold on the reality that surrounded it, and it erupted into a shower of sand to join its brethren below. Ad stepped forward, hand outstretched to resemble an olive branch to correct his mistake in attacking his opponent, or at least trying to engage in battle without the proper introduction first.

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His enemy moved in a style of acrobatics, assisted with the use of his staff. Given the math of those two, Cooler was able to assume that his opponent was a fighter who used speed to their advantage, and likely guerrilla style warfare. Speed users were always fun to play with, because what ever they made up for in their alacrity, they lacked in their endurance or strength.

All four blasts were disposed of easily, and the being then stopped his movement to put forward a hand, with out words. Was this guy mute? And what the hell was he doing. Whoever this boy was, he had switched gears from frenzied attacking to peaceful solutions in about half a step, and it left Cooler for the first time in months, speechless. His jaw visibly hung as he looked in bewilderment at this being, and then recomposed himself with a grin.

"Nice to meet you too combatant" he said almost cheerfully, as he met the handshake with his own. His grin grew to a full on smile, as he brought his other hand up to his opponents face in an instant, and released an extremely powerful ki blast, so strong that it caused Cooler to release his grip on the boys hand and brace his own arm, and the residual force of the blast send his feet sliding back through the sand.


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