Walid is fresh off knocking the everlasting shit out of Goku Jr and has began conquering the planet Yaidrat. Having witnessed his 'would-be' ally defeated, the Yaidratian Elder now steps up. Walid has 24 from now to get a post up or their claim is forfeit.
A reminder of the rules are below:
- They will be 2v2, max. (When you begin your claim, you must name your +1. Any challengers must also name their +1 in their sneak post) - They are No Kill/Steal (if you lose, your character will be overrun by enemy forces, and you'll have to escape the planet. This doesn't require anything special from you, its just an IC excuse to end the battle) - Win Conditions: When the average damage of a side in battle reaches 50%, that side loses. If the battle reaches the end of Round 3 (standard 3 posts each per round), then the challengers lose. - Everyone will receive 4 actions per post (there is no speed action/tactician/etc). Stuns/DZ/similar techs will still work. - There is no healing of any kind. (There may be exceptions, but we'll tell you when the time comes) - Each combatant may bring in 3 prepped items. - In the interest of keeping this phase moving along, the 24 and 48 hour rules WILL be in affect. - Anyone that loses a battle must heal for 7 days before they may participate further.
It was almost eerie quiet, so quiet that you could practically hear a pin drop and hear it throughout the land. The pink-haired warrior kept looking back at his device but noticed that the bars in the top corner didn’t have any signal. He didn’t like that, but there was unfortunately nothing that he could do. Suddenly he noticed that the forces that he came with were starting to get riled up and he honestly couldn’t blame them. It was boring again.
The last thing that he wanted was for them to run amuck and destroy the planet, so he started to stand up to give them something to do. Before he could do that, his scouter started to beep, prompting him to stop whatever it was that he was doing. Quickly he started to smirk as the sign of a challenge or rather, an obstacle for them. He threw off the black poncho that he’d been wearing as he waited for the challenger to arrive.
He stood there in his black tank top and tan cargo pants, cracking his neck. He then stared down at the Elder, his eyes showing a look of determination. A fight is what he wanted and hopefully that’s what he would get. If not, he didn’t know what he would do instead.
“So, I guess I will have some fun after all,” he said, cracking his knuckles, “If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to avoid a complete genocide.”
That shouldn’t have been a problem, right? The defender of the planet shouldn’t want his people to suffer for the actions of an invasion and the pink-haired warrior didn’t want that either. To him, it was simply a fight to see who was better. Normally he would have tried to get some sort of introduction going or test the waters by seeing what his opponent could do, but he didn’t. Instead of that, the Avatar of War went to work because a mission was a mission after all.
He immediately went into the air and flew in a circle around the man. As he kept flying, his speed kept increasing, and increasing until small gusts of wind started to blow around the battlefield. Eventually a twister showed up with the aim of trapping the Zaunite’s opponent inside, but that wasn’t all. It was lined with an added layer of flames to burn whoever was unfortunate to be victimized to it.
When he landed, he brought out a small flask from his pocket and started to gulp down a strange liquor of some kind. It was a kind known famous from where he came from, but he’d recently found out about it from a bar on a different planet. It has properties that were almost as if someone was drinking fire itself. After he took a swig, he opened his mouth and unleashed a barrage of blasts from within him.
He kept firing until he sent out three blasts and then leaped up into the air. With his right held out, he brought it down to unleash more artillery from his palm. A spinning blade shot out of him as if he was a gun or something, aiming to slice the man from above. The Avatar of War was trying to cut off all escape routes that his opponent could have. While keeping his momentum, he landed on the opposite side of where he jumped and gripped his weapon.
With a flex of pure strength, he swung his axe to send a devastating slice towards the Elder. It was enough to chip away at the land, causing a fissure to roar across the land. He wasn’t done as his energy started to dance around his arms. Small bolts of lightning trailed off the edges of his skin and then he brought his hands forward. If he didn’t feel like a machine gun yet, he did after a dozen blasts exploded from him, pushing his arms as each fired out.
They flew in an attempt to pelt Walid’s opponent wherever he might go. At that point he wondered if he was going to far, but he didn't remember seeing any civilization. The Zaunite wondered if the planet didn't even have a population. Suddenly before he knew it, his stomach started to rumble, likely from the alcohol that he'd consumed earlier. He tried his best to hold it in, but wasn't able to as a wave of flames shot out of him at the direction of the Elder, attempting to cover him in an inferno blanket.
“Come at me with everything you got,” he said as he wiped his face and dropped into a stance of some kind with his two-handed weapon.
1. Zanzoken + Dodge A1/2 (Speed: 384,379 | Bonus QA) 2. Deflect A3 Kienzan 3. Block Renzoku Energy Dan (-75% for first block) 4. Flame Shield (DR3.5 | CE Burn | 0% Ki) S. Cryokinesis (DR2 | 1 Action Stun) Attacks Taken: DR7(75% blocked), 2xDR4, DR3.5
It was always something. Whether it was the self-styled gods who were far too interested in the affairs of the lower planes or the fallen, who were every bit as brutal as the demons at the head of their organisation, Yaidrat had received far too much attention in recent times. First it was the Saiyan pair, who came to requisition resources. Of course that term was a misnomer, for as soon as the Yaidraitians stopped giving them resources the Elder knew what the consequences would be. Negotiations as such had been ongoing when this pink-haired interloper had arrived to challenge those at the head of the pack. The woman, to whom the Elder felt no kinship, was sidelined by the child who was subsequently obliterated by the previously mentioned pink-haired interloper. The Elder didn't understand why he would do such a thing if all he wanted was to get beaten up. Perhaps he was a masochist. The army of the fallen had landed subsequently and he hadn't heard anything from or about the boy since. The girl had stayed around and promised to help the Elder defend the planet. He was no fool - the meagre amount that she could offer paled in significance to even the smallest weapon at the disposal of the interloper. So here he was, a retired fighter and semi-retired master, facing off against a youth in an attempt to belay the forces besieging his home. So when the interloper told him that he wanted to get this done without genocide, all the Elder had to offer was a wry smile.
"Get what done, exactly? Your invasion of my home? Yaidrat is a peaceful planet. We are not warriors and we have no interest in the wars of the core worlds. Leave my home and never return."
Predictably, the soldier's words were empty for no sooner were they out of his mouth than he attempted to fly literal circles around the Elder. Faster and faster the interloper flew until winds began to buffet the master. He also detected a distinct change in temperature, as though the flight was scorching the air itself. The build-up was enough to convince him that he needed to not be where the winds and he heat were. By the time the tornado formed he was already in motion. On Yaidrat, and perhaps other places in the galaxy, there existed methods for accelerating standard movement rates. Yaidrat was famous for its instant transmission technique, but the Elder knew better than to use such a technique so early in their fight. Another such technique that was not unique to Yaidrat but that the Elder was aware of nonetheless was the afterimage technique. This permitted him to appear as though he was remaining in place when instead he was everywhere that the damage wasn't. It was to this technique that the Elder preferred to tread in such occasions as this. The interloper would perhaps notice a shift in the tint of his body as the afterimage remained, but perhaps not. With his movement accelerated beyond imagination, the elder shot straight up into the air, surveying the damage that the tornado was wrecking upon his home. While it was true that this wasn't inhabited by Yaidratians, it was still home to something. During his descent to the ground and still while traveling at a speed that he believed would make him invisible to the naked eye, the elder took a small rock that had been picked up by the tornado and pelted it as hard as he could at the interloper.
The elder came to rest lightly on the ground as the interloper drew and took a drink from some kind of hip flask. These demon kin truly were the most sinful creatures that he had ever encountered. Such was the nature of his disgust that the elder missed the upshot of the imbibing of the drink and only became aware of in when several blasts impacted against his chest. As he staggered backwards, the glowing disc that buzzed towards him shadowed his movements. This would be much harder to dodge and as such the elder elected to do no such thing. With a swipe of his ki-toughened hand, the elder deflected the disc into the upper atmosphere. There it could do no damage to him, or his home as it fizzled to nothing when it ran out of charge.
In the wake of his concentration on the disc, the Elder was not sufficiently agile to avoid the oncoming attack with the axe. The smaller of the two, the elder was hammered into the ground by the force of the blow, whose inertial energy continued through him to open up a crack in the earth. With a sigh of pain and sorrow at the destruction of his home, the elder could do little about the subsequent rain of energy except try to make his body as small as possible and cross his arms in front of his face to try and protect the keenest of his senses. When at last the onslaught was complete, he rose shakily to his feet. His whole chest was on fire and there was already a dark purple bruise when the axe had impacted against his smooth pink flesh.
The interloper was still standing nearby, but was looking quite ill. The elder began to forget the hasty thoughts that had surged through his head previously. This was just a boy trying to impress his masters. There was no evil here. It was then that hot, red fire erupted from the throat of the nauseous interloper and went all over the elder. What had become pity from his earlier rage now became disgust. He truly was an agent of the devil - drinking himself to nausea as though the invasion didn't give him even the slightest amount of moral trouble. The flames from his vomit appeared to spread over the body of the elder, whose form would look intimidating is it was bathed in flame without the same sort of pain or panic that one would assume would accompany such a phenomenon.
"You have the devil in you boy, now accept my light as I cleanse you of your sinful exploits," the elder thundered as the flames drew ever higher.
Raising his hand, the elder chanted nonsense as he reached out with his mind to touch that of the sinner. It was not light that the boy would experience through the focused psychic energies, it was cold. The icy touch of the elder's vast mental ability would, if the gods truly were on his side as the Saiyan woman insisted, convince the target that he was frozen and render him unable to move for a brief moment of reprieve. In that moment, the elder rubbed his chest, trying to lessen the pain from the ugly purple bruise that had been left by his opponent's axe.
The Elder wasn’t wrong, from the way that the pink-haired warrior saw things, the planet did seem to be a peaceful one. Or maybe it was just a chunk of rock that didn’t have anyone nor shouldn’t be protected. It might have helped if any sign of civilization had been seen, but there wasn’t anything like that. He was confused because why would someone want to defend it?
That was when he then felt as a rock beaned his cheek and it came to him. Even if it seemed like a rubble of dirt to the Zaunite, it wouldn’t to the Elder. It was exactly as he said to them, it was their home. Anyone in their right mind would want to preserve where they came from. Unfortunately, it was a mission and nothing personally. If the defenders wanted him to stop, they would have to give something up to offer.
When he came within distance to chip away at the pink-skinned creature, he couldn’t help but notice that flames were ignited from it. It burned against the pink-haired warrior’s skin, but it was a risk worth taking as far as he was concerned. There were singed marks on his arm from his attack. The Zaunite was used to flames so it didn’t bother him much as he gritted his teeth.
“What are you talking about, the devil in me?” he asked, “I AM the devil!”
He wasn’t, but he felt like he needed to say something like that. If there was one thing that the Avatar of War had going for him, it was that he didn’t consider being such as Gods or even the Devil. He also didn’t respect authority figures as well. If he was going to be considered aligned with one of those, he would pronounce that he is the one in control, not the other way around.
Suddenly without warning, all trains of thought were rendered as the world around the warrior felt dark for a moment. His arms felt cold and he could see his breath in the air. It wasn’t the Elder’s attempt, but it caused him to relive a previous accident that befell upon him. It was as if he was back in that chuck of ice once more and caused him to hold his head.
“No… not again…” he screamed out, “Don’t take them away from me!”
The Avatar of War was encased in ice, frozen as everyone that once knew him were still living their lives. He didn't want to lose his friends, not again. What sort of faith was that? He thought that he was finally on the path to reclaim what was once his. He didn't want to have to go through that sort of ordeal again.
Walid was eventually able to come back to his senses, or at least enough to attack. He wasn’t sure where he even was, but he gripped his weapon as tightly as he could. He then swung it while growling as he did so and made one more swipe in the shape of a cross towards his opponent’s chest. His pupils were lacking as he started down at the Elder as his energy started to rise and caused the ground beneath him to rumble.
He let out a yell as a bright orange flame expelled from him to cover the outline of his body as he reached his full power. Without questioning where he was, or who he was with, or even what was even going on, he raised his right hand. More blasts like earlier shot out from him, but it was a weaker assault than he’d done before. They each left him in different directions, but all had the same destination, the fiend who caused their owner to relive a painful memory.
Next, he held out his weapon and only stood there for a moment like a demon without making any kind of sound. It was so quiet; a pin drop could be heard along with a tree falling without anyone being around. His legs then dropped as he was preparing to run and then vanished to the untrained eye like a blur as he rushed quickly at the Elder. The Zaunite then went for an upward swipe as if he was the grim reaper trying to claim just more than a wound. Actions Free) QA and A5 1) Vast Cross | DR: 3 | Undodgeable | +12% Bonus Damage | CE: Toxic 2) Power Up | +25% Ki 3) Mastered Energy Dan | DR: 4 | Ki: 4% 4) Life Hewer | DR: 4 | Ki: 4% | +12% Bonus Damage | Speed: 201,102 | CE: Poison Hothead) [Lost] Attacks Taken Since Damage Report:
It was a classic retort, a line straight from the movies. Such was his disgust at the depths of this creature's depravity that the Elder didn't deign to respond. That is, until some sort of underlying mental trauma surfaced in response to his psychic attack. Taken aback, the Elder ceased his attack almost immediately but it appeared that the damage had been done. As the axe once again swung in an attempt to cleave flesh from bone, the Elder stood motionless and emotionally numb. His shield of flame flickered and died and as explosions erupted all around him the Elder still remained motionless. Only towards the end of the onslaught did he recover his sense of self, though the lingering question still remained.
Am I actually the villain here?
His response to the final attempt at cleaving him in half similarly to the way he had dealt with the tornado. An image of him remained in place, tinged slightly blue by the energy expenditure. The actual form of the pink-skinned Elder moved quickly to place itself behind the mentally damaged demon. A quick rap on the back of the head alerted him to the fact that the Elder was no longer occupying the same space, but the follow-up would be much more deadly. The Elder had to put his self-doubt out of his mind. The time for penance would come but for now his people needed him.
With a thrum of energy, energy coated his right hand in the form of an oval-shaped blade. As soon as the demon turned around, he would be met with dual strikes from the blade. The first was a rising strike whose aim was to slash the demon from his left hip to his right shoulder. The Elder's own chest throbbed in recognition of the pain that he was about to impart upon this interloper. Much penance would be required for these actions. The second strike mirrored the first, starting high and finishing low. It was much shallower and aimed to create a smaller slash from right shoulder to mid chest. Upon the completion of the arc, the Elder stepped back and held his sword-arm across himself in a defensive fashion.
He was barely conscious, but he could feel the heat of burning flesh once more as he met up with his opponent. It caused him to let out a growl as he kept locked onto the man to pummel them into the ground by any means necessary. Sadly, there was no one there to attack and he wasn’t aware of that fact. It wasn’t until he felt a bang on the back of his head. Was he seeing things or imagining again? Was everything a reality or an illusion?
Regardless he responded like an animal on a hunt and quickly turned around to face the person that he’d been fighting. It was too late, the Elder had already prepared an offensive strike that the Zaunite wasn’t ready for and grunted as the first slice slashed him up with blood splattered onto the ground, but he took notice of something. As the second one came, a burst of a burning inferno exploded out from the warrior. He grunted once more as a cut was made across his chest, but hopefully his flames made it worth it.
“What’s wrong?” he asked his opponent as he stared at him with a menacing look, “Having a hard time inflicting harm against someone you’re fighting?”
Maybe he was just making assumptions, but he took the man gripping his heart as a sign that they didn’t have it in them to hurt people. Maybe he also would have understood more if he was back to his normal self, but he wasn’t. His mind had fractured, and he was nothing more than a killing machine who cared for hardly anyone. At that point, it would only take one of his friends to snap him back from where he was.
“You know even if you’re a peaceful person, you can’t hope to make it out of a War unless you can get your hands dirty,” he said as he vanished into a blur towards the air and stayed right above his opponent with his hands held out, “I suggest you get the stomach for it sooner rather than later for the sake of your people!”
Once he said that, six bullets of orange energy exploded out of both his palms to rain down and smother the Elder from above. Even if he wasn’t sane, what he said was what the real Walid would have believed as well. Even if he didn’t conquer, there will always be someone else. When you go to war, you can’t hope to make it out without at least some sacrifices. As he started to land from his freefall, the Avatar of War shot out a blast that headed off in no particular direction.
It then exploded, causing multiple balls of pellets to leave from the point of attack and towards the one its owner wanted to defeat. They went in every direction as if to close up on him like a bear trap. That was when the Zaunite pulled out a guitar from his back and lifted it up high into the air. A roar of thunder resounded across the battlefield, prompting small lightning bolts to strike the dirty wasteland. One bolt then landed onto the weapon that he held in his hand.
“Now let’s kick this party off,” he said, turning the dial on his instrument to the highest setting it had.
With his left hand, he carefully placed it on the fretboard while his right hand strummed along to produce a small riff. Bolts of electricity sparked around his guitar as he played and then finally, he readied his attack as a yellowish glow appeared around him. He slammed hard on the strings, causing a sound blast to explode from him and towards the Elder to both hurt his body and ears. Actions Free) Take A3 1) Daji's Flame Shield vs. A4 | DR: 5 | CE: Burn 2) Speed Teleport + Mastered Energy Dan | DR: 4 | Ki: 4% | Speed: 150,827 | + Second Wave: Kakusandan | DR: 6.5 | Ki: 7% | Speed: 90,496 3) Thunder Axe | Ki: 5% 4) Shredding Axe Ki Blast | DR: 5 Attacks Taken Since Damage Report:
1. Reversal Hyper Tornado Attack vs Kakusandan (DR5 | -5% Ki | -3602 Sta) 2. Block Shredding Axe Ki Blast 3. True Strength of Yaidrat (-5% Ki | -8284 Sta) 4. Power Up Attacks Taken: DR5, 3xDR4, DR3.5, DR3 Attacks Blocked: DR7(75% blocked), DR5
Flames once again licked up the arms of the Elder, threatening to burn him properly. He shook his head in response - this being really was the personification of a demon. The demon's next question took him by surprise. Post trauma disorders didn't generally equip their victims with such an ability to recognise the emotions of others. Perhaps this was something different, or perhaps he had misread the situation and the being was just mocking him. Another shake of the head. There was so much going on here that was beyond the comprehension of a simple martial artist from the galactic edge.
"Perhaps you are right," responded the Elder, "but rest assured that I take no enjoyment in destroying you."
Blasts of ki energy impacted against him, their explosions pushing him back until the elder tired of the constant pain. Pushing his body to its limit, the Elder began to move. He shot around the battlefield as fast as he could. The other two blasts were caught in his wake, trailing behind him like a comet as he proceeded faster and faster. The winds swirled behind him as well, eventually joining to form a tornado at the centre of the already-destroyed landscape. Reaching out with his ki, the Elder bade the tornado seek out his opponent to try and trap him.
Some time later, as the demon began fiddling with the dials on his guitar, the Elder was looking inside himself. His people were peaceful, yes, but within them they held the spirits of friends long since passed. Lightning began to crackle around the demon as he prepared his attack, but energy was surging around the Elder as well. Spirits began to emerge from the air around him, swirling around both of them as they granted the strength of Yaidrat's fallen to their chosen champion. When the assault upon his body and his ears came, the Elder had not finished gathering his strength. He blocked his ears, trying to prevent the damage from destroying his ability to hear. Wave after wave of noise assaulted his body and inflamed his ribs. Eventually his strength broke through and he cast off the waves of sound energy.
A deep magenta aura pulsed around the Elder in this form and the spirits continued to swirl around the battlefield, barely visible spectres of pale blue. They granted him the strength to resist the tyranny of this demon. He would not fall here today and he would not fail his people. They were his true strength.
The battle between Walid and the Yaidratian Elder was quick yet painful.
The Yaidratian people are unable to withstand much direct damage before succumbing to their wounds, and as the battered Elder retreated back to safety, he would always remember this as a stark reminder of his capabilities.
Walid and the Fallen forces continue to conquer the planet.