[Bounty] Reborn Under A Bad Sign (Cell vs Yukiko)

Fire. The whole battle had been about fire. Fire versus his strength and speed. Fire against the earth and the sky. It was his turn to burn her and she was momentarily mesmerized by the flames. The smoke like ki that had coated her person has begun to disperse, her red eyes were returning to their normal grey, and she felt calmer again, but she knew that was not meant to last. Not in battle, not in war, but she felt the drain on her, pairing with the virus even if she felt the chaotic ki still moving within her, and it slowed her. This was not the battle to be slowed down any more than she already was.

Realizing she had missed her moment to move, she instead opened her arms out to accept the flames. She took the blasts to the chest before stifling them by pulling her arms back down around them. It sent new waves of pain on her once healed body, but she gritted her teeth and sent the surviving squished flames away from her, singing her nose as she did.

He moved upon her and she looked up to him spitefully. He had given her the time she needed that she could take such attacks again. It was the way of battle, just as he came out to heal himself after her deadly attack, he had to cope with her. Could he? Or would cold anger take hold and dull his senses?

The punch came and she turned her head so it busted into her cheek, knocking her back before the second one came and she turned again to save her nose even as she felt her jaw arguing the decision. Then he slapped her, hard enough to send her staggering away from him. She looked back to him, then smiled again, soft and almost gentle versus the wickedness that came before and she regained her footing and launched herself away from his slow trot with both ki and physical strength behind her. She was not keen to let him use the kai ki once more and have his way with her, even if she had some new life to spare.

Without the chaos seed fueling her mind she was quiet again. The world was sensible again. She didn’t have to reel in pure unadulterated chaos. She just had to control her own body, and control this battle. She had to control this creature and she decided to do so in the best way she knew how: More gunfire.

Her launch landed her back in a tree, and her aura suddenly flared up around her, breaking the branch and sending her floating downwards. Her cloak rose against gravity before her feet gently touched the ground. She did not pull out a gun this time, but as her power rose, doubling and going beyond, he might have wished for it. Instead her hands splayed out, and her finger tips glowed sending an electronic shimmer down her bracers.

A few quips came to mind, something about ending things or something else cool, but her sound mind argued that he’d survive, so instead she simply launched herself forward once more, rushing towards him before unleashing machine gun fire. Twelve large blasts shot from her palms, forming one after another with more speed than should have been manageable with their size. The spun towards Cell, as she adjusted her aim to his moments, forcing him to dodge each one in turn, or get out of her range entirely.

If he could.

Whether they hit him or not, the forest groaned in protest as any stray blast crashed into the foliage before exploding. It sent ripples of shockwaves across the battlefield so that it was hard to move in any one direction. The ground was already ash. Rivers of magma ran around stronger roots, and now the trees too, burned.


Free. Take A3,4,and Spd
A1.-A2. PF + Dodge Grapple (1%)
A3 / A4 / Tact. PF + Charged Galactic Machine Gun [DR10.5] (24%/27%) (1.5%) {PL: 2.9mil}

Ki Used: 26.5%
Chaotic Ki: 16%
Total Remaining Ki: 48.5%
DMG: 40.04%



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Marcella gritted her teeth as her target kept slipping from her gaze. She wasn’t familiar with this technique but it seemed super over powered. He made it seem effortless in the face of blasts that were each as big as him, so she had to surmise this was a one time trick. Like the Kai’s ki, it must have taken some toll on him. He was burning through whatever he had to save himself. That’s what she told herself anyway.

His fade through her blast however made it hard to get her hand down in time to form a proper block to his new even more monstrous form. It was becoming old now. He lashed out like a child striking wherever he could, hoping to tear her down piece by piece while leaving the whole of her in tact. The flames he sent at her prior had burned her chest and arms, and each strike there seemed to hit harder and with more power. Her sound mind knew that wasn’t true. He wasn’t as strong as when he used the kai’s ki. She was weaker. Between the virus flooding her veins and the burns on her freshly healed body, each strike hurt far more than it should.

And that just irritated her. She held on until the moment he slowed, because he always slowed eventually like some kind of ritual. He would take a moment away from his rapid fire and either try something else or need to reload. This time, he tried to grab her, the gesture being slightly more awkward then each percision strike and she ducked under it and sent a hard punch towards his belly to further disrupt his pattern. Before he could recover or try to grab hold of her once more her hands slapped together and a ball of ki attempted to surround him, stopping his onslaught at the very least.

At the same time the heat returned to her aura, blurring the air around her. The flames were almost black, seething with dangerous energies as things only got hotter. There was no more moisture in the air to lick up but even without steam the heat was noticeably unbearable, even before she lashed out to send a hard kick into the ball, the heat jumping at him even as the force sent it spinning away.

She didn’t let it go far, vanishing from her position to match his speed once more. She reappeared behind the ball with a drop kick already in full swing, hoping to spread fire and pain. She vanished again but appeared long before he hit the ground to send her fist driving into the small space at his abdomen that wasn’t coated in that thick green metal like casing. This too sent her heat into the ball, making the insides even hotter as if he were trapped in a burning ball of fire.

But she wasn’t done. She moved with all her speed again, above the ball before sending a blow down on his body that would send him and the ball crashing into the barren soil.

If she had managed to trap him, the final blow would be crashing into the ground. She made sure she used as much force as possible to send the ball as fast as she could make it. When it crashed however, there wasn’t just the physical strain of a crushing landing, but more hot fire as the ball exploded upon him.

He wanted to beat her down? So be it, but she wasn’t going to make that easy. He would hurt as much as she hurt. She would make sure of it.

Still burning, she rushed wherever he ended up, her stave manifesting once more as she slammed it towards him, before spinning into another punch aimed to burn off his face.

Did he still want to stay close to her now?

Free. Burned: Defensive Actions: 135,875 tou
Free. Take A3, 4 & Spd
A1. Counter (INT) vs Grapple Attempt (SA) {ES/Freezing} (0.62%) [1]
A2. Chaotic Flame Shield (1.25%) [DR4.5 +DOUBLE DMG] (0.62%) [2]
A3.-A4. Imprisonment Volleyball {ES/Freezing, Burn, 1 stun} (7.5%) [DR6.5] (1.25%) [4]
Tact. WA + QA {ES/Freezing/Toxic, Burn} (0.62%) [5]

Ki Used: 11.87%
Chaotic Ki: 14.75%
Total Remaining Ki: 36.63%
DMG: 40.04%



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Hot. Her own flames burned her, and yet she smirked at the weakness of his versus her own. Her burned body welcomed more burns, even if the pain was sending her hair on end until she wanted to scream, but she couldn’t scream. She had to keep hitting him, over and over again. She would hit him while she could, until she couldn’t.

The moment came very quickly as her weapon attack was avoided and she became the new ping pong ball. This time his attacks were methodic versus the constant fury he kept unleashing. It gave her time to try and gasp for air between each attack only for it to get choked back down on the next impact. Again, and again.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

The words repeated in her head, meant for her and the creature. She was weak in that her body had been brutalized to that point that each hit cut into her, sending agonizing pain that wouldn’t have bothered her at all at the beginning of that battle. Even with their strength difference, even with his determination, it was nothing before. It was nothing and now it was something and time was running out.

Weak.

This time the word sung loudly in her mind, lashing out with her body as she shot backwards with whatever ki and force she had left, escaping the creature even before she recovered, even before she could think. She just needed a little room. If she could get just a little bit away, even if he immediately gave chase, then she could pull herself together again.

She had to. Every battle she had been in before this flashed through her mind. Each almost death, each bit of excruciating pain she endured. Again, and again, over and over, she had been in this position. Cell had been trying to pick her apart before and she wondered what would have worked to get under her skin. The pointlessness of every battle she’d been through? The betrayal from her own people? She didn’t regret any of it. She didn’t regret this battle either. They all pooled into her experience, into her life. She was here, and it was now, and she was not going out without more fight, even if it took everything out of her. He would hurt.

She lost sight of him. She could feel his mental waves, but she couldn’t focus on it. Instead she relied once more on her weaponry, her cheat. Pushing her ki behind her once more she shot into the sky, its darkened clouds lighting up as her aura pulsed once more. Maybe it wasn’t as hot now, but once more it rose to new heights refusing to be dragged down by the virus, by her damage, by her dwindling life force. She pushed all her strength up into this one attack as the technology slipped over her hands, powering it further, before she lifted them in the air.

It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see him. She didn’t have to find him this time. The only way he would be able to avoid this attack was if he fled the battlefield completely. She bid farewell to this chunk of forest and unleashed hell. Her aura shot upwards from her hands, the dark purple that surrounded her body exploding high into the atmosphere and from it poured out blast after blast. It was a meteor shower only they swerved and danced making them harder to predict. When any of them touched anything they cut right through it, tearing apart every tree and ripping through the ground like a foot through melted snow. Millions of overpowered blasts crashed down with no sign of stopping, destroying every means of escape, attacking Cell with vigour. It would take out the world around them, but he was its target. This part of the forest died, and it planned to take him with it.

She could feel the power pulsing through her, granting her new but temporary life, and her eyes darted before her scouter found him in the dust. The onslaught ended but the purple ki still pulsed around her until it alone was left behind.

This was it. Her max speed, all she could muster, maybe for the last time. She had to make it count. She had to get as close as possible to him before he could recover or do anything else. That was what he wanted wasn’t it? That’s what he kept trying to do. He wanted her close. He wanted to trap her, so she would try and trap him. Her hand moved to press against him, moving in close as he had requested time and again, and let out one more set of machine gun fire right against his back.

This time the purple flared before it darkened and as a thousand devastating bolts of energy shot at him at point blank range, they seemed to cry out in pain, anguish, and madness. This was what she could do. This is how she could fight. She might fall apart from here. She might not last another round of punches, but he would hurt. He would hurt. She would not be trapped.

Take A2, 3-4
A1-2. PF + Dodge Grapple [6] (1.12%)
Free. Reserves +20%
A3. PF + Dark Matter (.5%)
A4-Tact. Genocide Attack [DR10.5] (20%/40%) {Confusion, Undodgable} {PL: 2.79} (1%)
Free. Double Zanzoken (6%)
DZ. Charge (1%) (.5%)
DZ2. Chaotic Flash Bomb [DR9.5] (12/15%) {Hard to Dodge} (.5%)

Ki Used: 42.63% (20%)
Chaotic Ki: 2.75%
Total Remaining Ki: 14%
DMG: 40.04%



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The sky fell down.

She had once again evaded his attempts at a close combat, she seemed to be just as aware that he was that this would spell her doom. No matter, he didn’t need to get in that close in order to finish her off. As he readied himself for another onslaught against her, she rose into the air with something he couldn’t quite see Another weapon, perhaps? Another gun? And then a swirl of purple energy began to take over the sky, changing the night into something alien, even for this part of the cosmos. He squinted, watching as the first blast slammed into the ground across the battlefield. Why couldn’t she— Wait.

Another blast smashed into the ground immediately to his right, just far enough that he was only hit by debris. Yet another hit thirty feet in front of him, and another smashed down at the same time fifty feet away. She wasn’t aiming this technique like the one before. She had learned better, following his evasion of her previous attempted massacre. She was going to scorch this part of the planet. She had withheld this amount of power throughout this entire battle? Had she been toying with him the entire time?

Nevertheless, speed was his advantage and he rushed to escape from the brunt of the blasts. However as soon as he started to dart away, another blast smashed right in his pathway and caused him to veritably skid to a halt. He couldn’t outrun this. They were coming too quickly and too chaotically for him to properly predict or avoid. Fight, flight or freeze were the three options, and the last was not something Perfect Cell would even consider.

That left one option. With a muffled grunt, his power exploded and the red ki once again covered his body. This time, however, it was different. His body bulked up as well. The speed and strength forced a change in his form, making him look absurdly muscular without taking away any of the speed that he needed. Bring it the fuck on then. He stared at the blasts as they came towards him. Staring the blast dead on, as it neared him in range, he chambered and quickly released an extremely powerful punch, smashing the blast away from him into another blast. They were coming faster now, but his speed had increased exponentially as well.

He spared a split second to look at his hand. That one blast had torn through his perfect shell and revealed a crack in his armor. How powerful-- Turning to face the next one, he released another punch to knock it away. He felt another crack in his armor. Possessing both an exoskeleton and an endoskeleton was advantageous for moments like this, as his exoskeleton was absolutely going to be crushed by this technique. As the blasts came rapidly, here and there, many of them missed due to sheer law of percentages. But he persisted, each blast smashed backwards, or just barely knocked away enough to avoid the brunt of the damage. He had no time to consider when it would end or to allow himself to feel the pain, lest he begin to debate succumbing to it.

His hands bled profusely. The perfect shell that, to this point, had been unblemished, was cracked, shattered in places, and other portions outright broken. Beneath there seemed to be a glowing green light that hid something that couldn’t quite be made clear. There were times where he barely managed to make the block, or was a little too slow to turn. He took more and more grazing hits as the attacks reached its zenith, but managed to avoid the brunt of any of the techniques. It took so much from him, however, that he was reaching far beyond the Perfect Cell. Deep into the God Ki, allowing it to empower him and push him on. Protecting that within as much as it could.

He wasn’t sure how long the onslaught lasted. He simply knew that collapsing was not an option. The number of blasts he had to resist against was at least in the high thousands. He only realized that the blasts had stopped when he felt her against him. Reacting instinctively, the red aura still glowing from his body, he turned around and smashed her hands away. He knew that trick a little too well now, and wouldn’t let it hit him again.

His hands had been worn down completely through. Rather than being stubs, however, what was revealed underneath seemed to be the claws of the first creature she had battled. A cyclical being, Cell was. Beneath the Perfection was the insect, and beneath the insect was the Perfection. Working entirely on instinct, Cell attacked her once again. These weren’t the precise punches and attacks that his Perfect form had been delivering. They were the wild slashing strikes of the original, the claws seemingly taking control while the body attempted to keep itself contained. The God Ki helped with that, molding into the crevices and keeping the innards from sloughing out.

Nevertheless, the toll that the attack had taken on him was more than visible. For a creature that had touted an unbreakable exterior since its transformation, it was completely apparent that her technique had been enough to bring him close to the edge. It was only with the help of the God Ki and his own goddamn stubbornness that Cell managed to remain in the fight. His raw spirit held the God Ki together, and the God Ki in turn helped him continue onwards. It wouldn't last forever, as the attacks were draining, both because of the energy used and the physical toll that the previous onslaught had taken on him.

The Kaio-ken empowered slashes took advantage of her coming close, attempting to keep her within range for the remainder of them. Even as the red ki began to flicker and die out, leaving a much more exhausted, wildly swinging partial Creature, muscles shrinking back to normal, the attacks didn’t stop. Another full spread of strikes continued to hopefully lay into her with the purpose of breaking her as she had broken him. The exhaustion wasn’t only on one side, but the spirit and determination of one side would win out.

It would be him.

Finally taking a wobbling step back, he opened his mouth. That perfect jaw was cracked enough that it seemed to show a beak underneath, which opened along with the new mouth to fire off a blast of wild energy from the very spirit of the Creature. Another followed it just as abruptly.

In a mixture of the hissing Creature from before, and the taunting, charismatic Perfect creation that had come afterwards, this Being said, “What’s next?”




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[Base PL: 898,620, C-Rune, Champ II+20%]
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Things were not going to be as easy as he had predicted. The wear and tear on him from blocking that incredible assault had done far more damage than he had expected, but it wasn’t enough to bring him down yet. He rushed at her and found her more than ready for him. She leapt back, no doubt using the abilities that were empowered upon her within this planet. Mostly likely not the best place to battle someone with such power. Yet he persisted.

Throughout the frantic exchange, Cell’s thought process had changed faster than he had realized. The first onslaught had equated in equal parts damage on hers and his. His astounding onslaught had, inexplicably, become a back and forth. She was filled with just as much determination and refusal to fall as he was. Even as he felt bits of flesh, for the armor had worn down long before, the shaft of her faithful weapon crunched into him. He felt it harshly now. The protective shell around him was cracked and shattering as well.

She readied himself for the continued advance and seemed prepared to shove her staff into his throat. Call it wild luck or just the faintest hint of his own psychic energies, but with the expelled speed of his own energies, the thrust missed him by millimeters. Nevertheless, it gave her the room she needed to escape his attacks, and his slicing found nothing but air. His first attack following that managed to hit her. It seemed that suddenly vomiting energy was one way to catch her off guard. Well, at least he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

But of course, so did she. The two of them had not reached this point by being amateurs. Next came his own blast, somehow returned back to him. Cell was never much of a table tennis player, but he had certainly eaten more than a few. The moment he saw his own empowered blast return to him, he smashed it down court, painting the line like a professional. He punched it back like he had the previously empowered blasts that destroyed everything around them. The stinging in his hands remained. If only there was a way to--And there it was. She had helped him figure out the one way he could reignite a bit of himself and continue on. 

He looked at his own hands and realized he had made a mistake. Allowing himself to succumb to that physical weakness. His head was swirling and his eyesight blurring hard. He had to rely on instinct, rely on the creature within. The Cell was still with him, working with him, and with the other cracks and shatters in his body, he could definitely feel that power swelling within him, but he had forgotten himself. Utilizing the same ability he had when he pressed against the Kale’s killer energy beam, he regrew his arms back to their original state. For what was the difference between the two? He had sacrificed limbs to survive the attack of both, and therefore could regain the energy in the same way. The perfect energy refueled him and awarded him a percentage of his power back. Enough to continue this fight a little more. Here was a power she did not have. She had not been created as he had, to suffer eternal.

Really, he had to thank her. Had she not pushed him to this point, he might have forgotten about that ability entirely. These small recoveries were one thing, but that was the best he could pull out at this moment. And it was thanks to the Creature within, for the Perfect being would never stoop to using it. These new arms, crackling with energy pulled back and focused that newfound energy back into an orb. It wasn’t as powerful as the last one, but this was what he could muster at the moment. This time there was no chant, she would receive no warning.

Cell, this simultaneously Perfect and Imperfect being, formed an overcharged ball of energy in his hands and, at the last moment, began to multiply like a hall of mirrors. From which way would the blast come? Until the last moment, he gave no indication. Firing off the purplish energy, there was no more God ki to tap into. His reserves of straining his body had been worn down. That wasn't to say that the energy had been weak. Cell himself was an empowered being, and unlike her his power wasn't draining by the second. The poison he had filled her with was still catching up with her, and it seemed that the form she was taking was pulling her down lower and lower. The benefits of being Perfect, he supposed.

Even as the blast was heading towards her, he broke contact and rose into the air. For she had deigned to scorch the ground beneath them by tapping into her deepest, darkest energies. She had shattered the ground into craters and incisions as deep as canyons. And now it was his turn to finish that up, and level the ground once again. Raising a single hand into the air, the energies around the ground groaned with overuse, it was possible that they were nearing the breaking point of the planet itself. If it would kill her, so be it. As he turned his wrist and clenched his hand into a fist, everything in sight turned to ash.

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[Base PL: 898,620, C-Rune, Champ II+20%]
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The Perfect Cell was tired. His functionality was such that the nearly immutable armor of his exterior shell had been cracked, revealing a mortal creature beneath. Moreover, the part of him that should have remained hidden, that should have been buried beneath him, that should have dissolved inside the organic technology was revealed. His eyesight was now showing computerized readings. His eyes were wavering back and forth, as though he had entered REM sleep. One arm refused to move, while the other looked almost new. The Creature underneath was threatening to come out, which would prove a nearly complete loss of the incredible power that the Perfect version granted. It was all he could do to not fall to the ground, to become a small meteor amidst the destruction that the two of them had created in this once peaceful, tranquil forest. It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe.

But he wasn’t finished yet.

He could hear the voices in his head, all the souls that pushed him forward where, at the beginning of the battle they had struggled against him so heartlessly. Smashing his fist hard against his chest, he forced himself to focus. And just in time, as she came at him with all the force of a natural disaster enclosed in a single small humanoid. It was all he could do to throw up a barrier at the last moment, his body reacting on its own to resist the damage from her first attack. It wasn’t a barrier of his normal energy, nor was it filled with souls or anything impressive of that nature. It was a barrier of the reserve android energy that kept the Cell alive throughout the last battle, that transferred its spirit back to the Unnamed Craft above.

This gave him what he needed the most: Time. A few milliseconds within this battle could mean the difference between life and death. And the barrier, clinging to his form, granted him that. Would it be enough? The lingering energy around him formed into a protective barrier that pushed him forward with great haste, two trucks filled with rampant nuclear energy smashing into each other at unimaginable speeds. But when the dust settled, neither of them were quite down yet. Cell and the young Marcella had switched places, with him skidding to a stop in mid-air and turning to face her as she came in once more with an impressive display of energy.

This crumbling barrier, what was left of it, focused in good his hand as he allowed a good portion of his energy to transfer into it as well. This was a measure of his ability versus hers. He had to get the timing perfect in order to knock her away. His flat chop met her fists in a sweeping motion, causing a shockwave of energy that knocked them both out of the air. As they fell, he made the decision. If this worked, if this last play could bring her down. He would grant her the best thing that he had the ability to praise upon her. He would give her a wonderful reward for all that she had driven him through.

The energy ball in his hands glowed larger and larger as the two of them fell for what felt like hours. And it was there that he proved himself. The blast fired from his hands, heading into the sky before bursting like fireworks and coming down straight onto her. As a last ditch effort, in case that had not done the trick, he brought himself to the ground before she hit and readied an extremely powerful punch. He didn’t want to kill her just yet. His final gift would be to absorb her, to bring Marcella into the collection of souls that he used to create the being that he had become.

He had been wrong about her, this entire battle. And there was no better time to admit that than at the end. She was worth every bit of energy she took from him. Every traded blow had been well earned and every bit that he gave her was all that he could for a very real reason. She was great. She was remarkable.

But he was Perfect.



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[Base PL: 898,620, C-Rune, Champ II+20%]
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