Barkley & Kotarou VS Garou [OS]

GAROU

There are three things in this universe that will always exist, Gar.

It was a weird feeling, knowing that the voice you remembered a saying in wasn't the one who really spoke it. Whenever Garou recalled the teachings or even the physical features of his master, a little piece of those original memories were lost to him. At first they were replaced only by a hazy mist, like a smudge on an old roll of film. But as the White Wolf relied on Vash's strength to greater depths, the memories seemed rewritten altogether.

The squelch of metal boots in boggy terrain tore the Zoran from his contemplation. A demon, one of the forces sworn to Azazel, Lord of the Fallen, stood before him with his hand raised in a salute. Glossy blue eyes looked up at the creature, briefly swaying up and down with a nod of the head they rested in. Before Garou stood a scout, his name filed away too deeply to recall at a moment's notice but his mission recognized immediately as paramount -- he was the one to signify their captain when the trap was being set. It meant that their attack would soon be ready, and that the fighting would once again come to a head.

Hundreds of solders' armor clanked softly, every sound and motion dampened by the swampy atmosphere of Mortoseth's darkness. Their approach to the shadowy border was just beginning, though the symbolism of light and dark was misappropriated here -- it was the rule of the Kais that permitted Mortoseth's rot to persist, while the Fallen only sought to wipe that slate clean.

First is War -- War is everywhere. Lurking, looming or waiting, the hatred borne by all men will never cease. Vash's voice continued the lesson from only moments earlier, a twitch breaking the serenity of the White Wolf's face.

The campaign for Valhalla had been cut short, Garou's assignment changing along with his rank. When he first stood upon the bridge of The Interloper staring down at the jungle planet's silhouette, he felt the ruthless calculation demanded by war surge through him. Even knowing that Joseph, an adolescent, had taken charge of the Kai's forces on-world, the Zoran did not falter. When it came time to commit his forces, however, he made a decision based not on efficiency but on belief.

He had believed, in all of his hubris, that Joseph stood little to no chance at defending the Kai's claim to Valhalla. A boy in his teenage years matched against a man of greater raw power and experience? At the time, Garou considered it a no-brainer. But in his foolishness, he allowed the demi-Earthling to whisk him away and contend in an isolated one-on-one fight while his soldiers floundered without their commanding officer. The fight itself had been close, too; were their respective forces not to have shown up, who knew what may have happened.

But when all was said and done, the White Wolf had won. He led the Fallen forces to drive those of the Kais from Valhalla, only to receive a prompt reassignment along with the title of "Captain". Perhaps it was simply a consolation of sorts, a bite of carrot as reward for tolerating the stick of personally taking out a once-ally. On the other hand, maybe it was a true and just reward for his services to the Fallen forces.

Whichever it was, Garou didn't care. This war was a means to an end, the tool he might use to finally put an end to Bishamonten. The Goddess had eluded him for the past months, all the while sending relics of their shared past to remind the Zoran of all the suffering she had caused him. When compared to that, the injuries of one foolish boy were nothing. The conquest of Mortoseth was the same: just another hurdle lined up for the White Wolf to clear in stride.

Troop movements slowed to a crawl, their various noises and conversations silenced as they approached the staging ground for their assault. The fog abated just enough for each line to form one behind another, squads and divisions and platoons forming out of a scattered mess. Garou stood at the fore, his back turned to the rapidly organizing Fallen army, one arm to his side in an "L" shape so that the first lines could see. Familiar scents lingered in the damp air as they waited, a premonition of some sort aching in his chest. Vanilla and strawberries were far from common on this planet, so why did they mix together with the mushroom-and-mold flavored air of Mortoseth?

Second is Love. It may seem contradictory, but love and hatred are simply two sides of the same coin -- where there is death and destruction, you will invariably find love, too.

Vash's voice sounded ridiculous, talking about a concept as inconsequential as love while the Zoran readied his assault. He had all but forgotten the pleasant times spent on Kelioux before and after his first involvement in universal politics, his skin and heart frozen back over with the cold demeanor that had characterized Garou for so long. Yet as fate would have it, those simple pleasantries had no intention of forgetting him.

The Zoran's arm straightened, his fist swiping down and forward through the planet's heavy atmosphere. Wordlessly, the Fallen army heeded his command, launching themselves through the borders of the forest and engaging with the various Kai occupation. He took a moment to wonder what kind of hypocrisy it was to claim their lordship of the galaxy was a boon, all while enjoying the labors of others -- freely given or not, it was nonsense.

Within moments, the fighting had exploded into dozens of small skirmishes. Garou paced forward, unintentionally following the sweet scent as he surveyed the fights. With each member of the Kai's that fell, his troops gained morale and confidence, yet for the White Wolf, nothing had been decided. Unlike his mission on Valhalla, he had found no indication of the commander of Mortoseth's forces. It was almost as if --

A bloodcurdling scream tore away at Garou's ears, plated gloves instinctively rising to protect himself. One figure charged at him as his pale blue eyes captured her image, a softball-sized lump of ki hurtling towards him from her position. Fiery hair fluttered wildly as the Zoran took a step back, a combination of genuine surprise and the impact of the energy pounding into his chest like a blow from a hammer.

It was none other than Barkley Cass.

Garou's battle instincts kicked in as soon as he felt the first bolt of ki disperse across his armor. Teal ki blasted away fog and muck alike as the White Wolf illuminated his surroundings, streaking up and forward through the air like a shooting star. Barkley attacked with the force of a wave, but Garou intended on passing over and behind her before it had the chance to crest. With the combined force of his muscles and his ki, the White Wolf became the White Blur, rocketing up and away from the oceanic wave. As the ginger adjusted her approach to follow up, Garou suddenly reversed his momentum to swoop back down to her initial position. His evasive maneuvers placed them once more on opposite sides of the swampy arena, a heavy breath noticeable even under the reinforced carapace he wore as body armor. The confusion of seeing Barkley had abated in their short dance; she was there to stop him, and it didn't seem like she'd stop anytime soon.

"They certainly have more than the Kais," he replied, the calm of his voice countering Barkley's mixture of panic and rage. "I am not here for you, Barkley. I would prefer for you to leave. Now." Even knowing the prideful nature of the woman would never allow her to accept that offer, he still felt obligated to tell her. She had been his friend, after all. But as he had learned with Joseph, friendship and rivalry meant nothing on a battlefield. There was only the fight.

Barkley's hands came together in a pattern that the Zoran had never seen, as if she were demanding he fight back. He couldn't tell if the strange gesture was something else she had learned from anime or if it was an attack, but considering his experience learning the "well-known" peace sign, Garou chose to believe it wasn't an attack and that the ginger would actually talk to him about backing down.

The sting of betrayal was all the more sharp for his hoping that it wasn't an attack. Heat swelled around the points of impact on the White Wolf's body as two nearly-overlapping beams stuck into him. Garou could only sigh as an entirely different kind of energy begun clearly forming around him, a sign that her attacks would only continue going forward. Gravity manipulation was a trick familiar to them both; in their first meeting, Juturna and Barkley had shown mastery over the skill to pass a challenge in a certain Keliouxian ruin. They had all trained together, and Garou had learned the tricks to such an attack as well -- including detailed knowledge on how to dissipate the energy. A minuscule collection of his own energy wrapped itself around his hands and fingers and he clawed an arc through the air to disrupt Barkley's attack, the gravity dissipating like dust in the wind.

Third is power. The power to do as you please, the power to control another's actions, or simply the power to live peacefully. You have a great power, Gar. What are you going to do with it?

She continued to scream at him, but the cries fell on deaf ears. He had done nothing to her father nor to her personally, yet she continued to act like he was responsible for the state of the universe. As blood trickled from his wounds and mouth, the Zoran reaffirmed that there was no conversation to be had. All he could do was show her the gap between them.

Barkley showed off her bullheaded nature perfectly with her next attack, launching herself at him without restraint. Her head collided with his armor, but the structural damage from her attacks had been enough to crumple it lightly inward with the force of the headbutt. The blood trickling from his lips turned briefly to a spurt, dripping out from his mask and onto the woman's back. Calm tenacity turned to restlessness, feeling almost as if he were committing the same mistakes as in his last fight.

"Enough!" Garou roared as Barkley spun acrobatically in close quarters, perhaps in an attempt to confuse his perception of her attack. It was a foolish tactic, considering the amount they had trained together. Her kick landed cleanly, the force of her knee stabbing into his liver enough to shake a lesser man to their core, yet the White Wolf bit back rather than shy away. In sync with the ginger's rotations, Garou had raised his hands up and together; when her leg struck out, he took his chance to trade a weighty hammerfist to her ribcage for the armor-denting knee.

Despite being perfectly within range, the Zoran was forced to allow his current target to back away as another man made his presence known. Kotarou's strength was far less than Barkley's own, but the energy he had built up while waiting to make an appearance was still considerable. However, the greatest advantage of having a support was being afforded the capacity to attack and defend simultaneously, so why were they both postured defensively?

Suspicion proved to be Garou's ally as the cross-guarded stance assumed by the black-haired wolf turned out to be no defense at all. Unique attack after unique attack had come the Zoran's way in such a short period of time, instilling a jumpiness in him that proved its use with consistency. His reaction to Kotarou's curious attack appeared non-existant at first, sparks flying wildly as the orb collided with his armor. An eruption of mud and roots filled the area as the attack devastated their surroundings, Garou's form obscured while the debris settled.

When he was visible once more, the demonic canine and his packmate would see no signs of damage to the Zoran. The only change to his form was an aura no longer dyed in the placid light blue it had been thus far, but instead taking on a new and far more sinister appearance. Streaks of black and crimson ran through Garou's energy as sparks of electricity continuously chased the cracks and rips across his armor.

Kotarou's actions seemed almost in slow motion, his attack another iteration of the same demiton bomb that Garou had seen only moments prior. While Barkley's was a vice that tightened around the Zoran's entire body, the second verse felt focused on primarily a single leg. Chaotic energy swelled around the warrior as he blasted off once more, corkscrewing through the air with seemingly random movements in order to ensure his foe would fail to get a lock on him. Each additional twist and turn had a cost, the damage from Barkley's aggression starting to take shape as the fight continued.

Garou held onto his erratic movement just long enough to escape one more circumscribed blast before he landed once more, unable to keep up his pacing. A spray of bullets tore into his backside while he caught his breath, the stinging sensation highly reminiscent of the lashings Vash had given him in the past.

"Look around, and tell me what you see," Garou growled in return, his body shuddering as it slowly recovered from the intense series of movements. Kotarou's willing approach into close combat was a welcome change in pace, though any more downtime he could claim would be all the better. "I see a forest destroyed by your reckless fighting. I see a refusal to communicate. You would like to know me better? Shooting me in the back killed any chance of that."

Garou's voice dripped with frustration. The attacks, he could handle. The exhaustion from running around like a maniac was fine, too. The hypocrisy, the lack of forethought? The conflation of Garou with warmongers or warlords? The gall to stand before him without knowing why he fought, and claiming him a villain?

None of that was going to last.

A second wind surged through the Zoran as his anger took root, an undeniably dangerous switch flipped in the hunter's mind. Kotarou may have been the one to step up to the plate but Garou was the one with the bat. He swung with an unorthodox mix-up of jabs, crosses, and hooks, often repeating the same location two to three times in a row. The machine-gun gattling only slowed down after no less than a dozen blows to each side of the false alpha's ribcage -- he would put down the pup first, then he would decide what to do with Barkley.

That's more like it.

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Actions
Notes: -25% block effectiveness vs my physicals, Double Physicals vs Kota

1.) PF + Dodge BarkA2 + MAD BarkSW
[ Ki Used: .3% ] [ SPD: 62,763 - +10% ] [ TOU: 63,008 - +10% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

2.) Deflect BarkA4
[ TOU: 63,008 - +10% ]
EXTRAS: Zekmant 5/5

3.) FoH[Str] + Fighter's Gloves Trading Blows BarkAS1
[ DR: 3 ] [ Ki Used: 4.% ] [ STR: 59,361 - +15.% ] [ CRIT: Crush - 50% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

4.) Transmute KotaA1

EXTRAS: Flame Shield now active (DR 4, 50% Burn)

DS1.) PF + Dodge KotaA2
[ Ki Used: .3% ] [ SPD: 62,763 - +10% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

DS2.) PF + Dodge KotaA3
[ Ki Used: .3% ] [ SPD: 62,763 - +10% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

Free.) Hassuken + Accept Grapple

EXTRAS: N/A

G1.) 16 QAs
[ STR: 59,361 - +15.% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

G2.) 16 QAs
[ STR: 59,361 - +15.% ]
EXTRAS: N/A



Attacks Taken Since Damage Report:

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[Taken] Beam Ball from Barkley
[ DR: 1 ] [ Barkley's Strength: 27,829 ] [ My Toughness: 63,008 ]
Difference Margin: 126% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Ki no Tsurugi from Barkley
[ DR: 3.5 ] [ Barkley's Strength: 27,829 ] [ My Toughness: 63,008 ]
Difference Margin: 126% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Atomic Blast from Barkley
[ DR: 4 ] [ Barkley's Strength: 27,829 ] [ My Toughness: 63,008 ]
Difference Margin: 126% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Hammerhead from Barkley
[ DR: 1.5 ] [ Barkley's Strength: 27,829 ] [ My Toughness: 57,280 ]
Difference Margin: 106% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Dynamite Kick from Barkley
[ DR: 1 ] [ Barkley's Strength: 27,829 ] [ My Toughness: 57,280 ]
Difference Margin: 106% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Hell's Buster Shot from Kotarou
[ DR: 4.5 ] [ Kotarou's Strength: 16,165 ] [ My Toughness: 57,280 ]
Difference Margin: 254% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

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Stats

Power Level: 443,288 | 332,466
Ki: 221,644 | 166,233

Strength: 68,824 | 51,618
Speed: 57,058 | 57,058
Toughness: 76,373 | 57,280
Stamina: 50,540 | 37,905
Vitality: 55,133 | 41,350

Determination: 1,468
Charisma: 812
Intelligence: 4,172

Health: 100.%
Ki: 95.1% [ 100.%-4.9% ]
Fatigue: 4.9% [ .% + 4.9% | -1,641 STAMINA ]

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Preparations

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Techniques:
Fundamentals: Mastered Eye Beams, Mastered Blast Punch, Mastered Serafin Punch, Mastered Fire Breath, Bukujutsu, Power Fly, Deflect, Kiai, Mesposo, Mouth Blast, Energy Dan, Dodonpa, Suiken, Energy Wave, Beam Ball, Double Assault, Mastered Trading Blows
Advanced: Kakusandan, Bakuhatsuha, Solar Flare, Masenko, Deca Form, Demiton Bomb, Mastered Nuclear Shockwave (Fire Temple), Heat Phalanx, Mastered Flash Bomb, Crushing Blow
Finishers: Electro-Eclipse Bomb
Power Ups: Yokata Power Up, Zanzoken (0/2), Double Zanzoken, Body Shield (0/3), Energy Charger, Energy Doubler, Shiyoken (0/4), Hassuken(1/4), Flames of Hell
Rushes / Weapon Techs: Yahoo!, Amazing Impact
Special: Sense, Ki Mastery (III), Inscription (III), Resilience, Retaliation, Ki Suppression, Shishio, Fisticuffs, Advanced Fisticuffs, Focused Anger, Ferocity, Transmute Energy, Fire Based Attacks +1 DR, 25% Fire Resistance, Fireball, Divinity, Evasion

Prepped Items:
Demon Horn, Stasis Grenade, Hardened Skin

Damage Boosts:
Physical: 22.%
Energy: .%
Hybrid: .%

Other Preparations:
Speed Teleports: 7 / 7
Counters: 4/4 vs Bark; 5/5 vs Kota; 3/3 General [MAD+Retaliation]
Level: 81
Damage Reduction: 15.%

GAROU

GAROU

Wind continued to tear away at the fungal planet, vegetation and soft ground caught in the gravitational field of the White Wolf's very presence. Ginger hair whipped wildly in the distance, soft locks caught in the storm's embrace as their owner lowered herself as if crouching onto a sprinter's block. The Zoran's toothy grin didn't wane even as she charged forward, yellow and orange flashes accompanying her every step towards his vibrant attack. Treacherous cracks and newly revealed roots meant nothing to the woman, her dash filled with a wild tenacity and grace the brilliance of which only served to part Garou's lips further.

He had trained with Barkley, sparred and adventured with her, yet there were only two times he saw her show off so spectacularly, and both were certain to bring enjoyment to all parties involved. It was never certain what she would do next, but no matter what it was her surprises always shone brightly. In this case, it was a literal shining light -- the ocean of energy that Garou unleashed enveloped her, transfiguring the battle-beaten girl into a beacon of white. Even within the inaudible vacuum of his own pulsating energy, he could see the shift in morale among the Kai forces as they rallied together, the most powerful of them casting a shadow for all to see.

Those under his command, on the other hand, had been isolated from their commander. His helmet had been discarded with the constant harassment of Barkley and Kotarou, and with it his access to the communications array. Even from his position in the new center of the battlefield, Garou could make out the faces of his troops. They had been well disciplined, but the rallying cry of their foes was not something to be underestimated. Mortoseth's very crust began to rumble, a vast power taking hold of the battlefield with Barkley's outstretched arms. Her smile and the chaotic tremors told him what was happening, but Garou had no intention of allowing his men to meet such a fate.

"DO NOT FALTER!"

Vicious gusts shredded every sound that made its way toward Garou, but from the inside out even a sigh became a scream; it would be no surprise if the Fallen commander's gruff voice could be heard by every living thing for a dozen miles or more. The very pressure of it shattered Barkley's initial hold on their battlefield, and the confusion of his soldiers turned to passion. Two warriors, each overflowing with vastly different fonts of strength; their contest of wills was still far from over.

Once more, the illuminated ginger extended her ki to crush those fighting for a new order. As if guiding the powers that bound the universe together, a shimmering phantasm of what could only be described as gravity itself inched closer with every passing breath. Were it not for his own experience with the technique, that may have been enough to stop Garou's invasion in its tracks. He could have escaped its clutches, sure, but Barkley's purpose was never to crush just him.

It was fortunate for the Fallen, then, that he could read his foe's intent. The bursts of wind that ravaged the ground near him accelerated exponentially as the White Wolf focused his own strength. More of Mortoseth's devastated landscape tore at the seams of Garou's power, a single point on his palm twinkling like a star reflected in the soothing calm waters of his home. Gravity had concentrated there, the gasses making up the fungal planet's atmosphere packed so tightly that it was all he could do to direct the explosive energy.

Each second threatened nuclear fission as the compacted energy fought with its master. The vortex that surrounded Garou served as his only timepiece, the muscles in his forearm and hand shrieking with the wind as he held tightly onto his miniature sun. When Barkley's artificial ceiling came crashing down upon them, that twinkle within the White Wolf's paw was all it met.

As their ki collided, the result could only have been compared to an active chessboard thrown into the wind. Desperate for release, the energy stored on the surface of the Zoran's hand exploded outwards like a branch of lightning through Barkley's attack. With Garou at its epicenter, a spontaneous typhoon of energy gobbled up everything and everyone it could, immense shockwaves scattering them beyond the furthest reaches of his vision. Be it Fallen, Kai, innocent wildlife -- the repulsive force was indiscriminate, blasting even its progenitor high into Mortoseth's atmosphere.

Darkness filled his vision as blood rushed to his head, desperate to stay conscious despite his unexpected takeoff. His equilibrium suffered, throbbing heartbeat drowning out everything else until a bolt of energy struck him. Reinforced armor and an exoskeleton of bone reddened with heat, the burn of atmospheric reentry nearly keeping him awake from sheer discomfort. Every breath was a struggle as he spun randomly in free-fall, the occasional pocket of air bouncing him around like a pinball until an unfamiliar blast of ki halted his momentum the painful way.

Another two bolts burst upon his chest before his senses realigned with reality, panicked kicks blasting him sideways through the air at supersonic speeds in the face of another set of the precision blasts. When the assault finally abated, the White Wolf was left floating almost half a mile away from where he'd started, and at least another half a mile high. There was no way of contacting his troops, and all the fungal forests appeared the same from the sky; if it weren't for his ability to sense Barkley and Kotarou, he would have truly been lost.

However, there was one advantage of his position above the treeline. Deviously smiling as he raised his arms up once more, the White Wolf knew just the way to summon his opponents to him directly. A pillar of light shone out of his position, the ominous shadow at its apex beckoning the planet's defenders. Crackling energy took the shape of a slate-colored sphere, expanding and darkening until it filled the sky above. Thin stripes of flame danced around the great orb until they found their way into the bomb's center, twisting together like a ball of rubber bands until a core was complete.

Barkley had attacked him and his troops together, and it was time to return the favor. All it took was a simple nudge in their direction and the chaotic prism began tumbling down; either they would deal with it, or their troops would pay the price.

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Actions
Notes: +22% Physical Damage, -25% Block effectiveness vs my physicals, Double Physicals vs Both

Free.) FoH [Toughness]
[ Ki Used: 2.% ] [ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

1.) Kiai Barkley A1
[ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

2.) ST + Dodge Barkley A3
[ Ki Used: 12.% ] [SPD: 125,052 - +50%] [ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

Free.) Double Zanzoken
[ Ki Used: 6.% ] [ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

DZ1.) Buku +Dodge Kota DZ
[ Ki Used: .1% ] [ SPD: 166,736 - +100% ] [ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

DZ2.) Buku + Dodge Kota SW
[ Ki Used: .1% ] [ SPD: 166,736 - +100% ] [ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

3.) Charging
[ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: N/A

4.) Buku + Electro Eclipse Bomb
[ DR: 8.5 ] [ Ki Used: 20.1% ] [ PL: 1,088,931 - +105% ] [ TOU: 90,490 - +15% ]
EXTRAS: AoE, Undodgeable



Attacks Taken Since Damage Report:

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[Taken] Mouth Blast from Kotarou
[ DR: 2.5 ] [ Kotarou's Strength: 42,527 ] [ My Toughness: 90,490 ]
Difference Margin: 113% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Mouth Blast from Kotarou
[ DR: 2.5 ] [ Kotarou's Strength: 42,527 ] [ My Toughness: 90,490 ]
Difference Margin: 113% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

[Taken] Mouth Blast from Kotarou
[ DR: 2.5 ] [ Kotarou's Strength: 42,527 ] [ My Toughness: 90,490 ]
Difference Margin: 113% Difference in Stats, Favoring Myself
Damage Reduction: 15.%

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Stats

Power Level: 636,381 | 477,286
Ki: 318,190 | 238,643

Strength: 101,379 | 76,034
Speed: 83,368 | 83,368
Toughness: 104,916 | 78,687
Stamina: 40,448 | 30,336
Vitality: 100,674 | 75,505

Determination: 1,468
Charisma: 812
Intelligence: 4,172

Health: 13.9%
Ki: 26.8% [ 68.1%-41.3% ]
Fatigue: 73.2% [ 31.9% + 41.3% | -35,106 STAMINA ]

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Preparations

SPOILER: Click to show

Techniques:
Fundamentals: Mastered Eye Beams, Mastered Blast Punch, Mastered Serafin Punch, Mastered Fire Breath, Bukujutsu, Power Fly, Deflect, Kiai, Mesposo, Mouth Blast, Energy Dan, Dodonpa, Suiken, Energy Wave, Beam Ball, Double Assault, Mastered Trading Blows
Advanced: Kakusandan, Bakuhatsuha, Solar Flare, Masenko, Deca Form, Demiton Bomb, Mastered Nuclear Shockwave (Fire Temple), Heat Phalanx, Mastered Flash Bomb, Adel's Crushing Blow
Finishers: Electro-Eclipse Bomb
Power Ups: Yokata Power Up, Zanzoken (0/2), Double Zanzoken, Body Shield (0/3), Energy Charger, Energy Doubler, Shiyoken (0/4), Hassuken(1/4), Flames of Hell
Rushes / Weapon Techs: Yahoo!, Amazing Impact
Special: Sense, Ki Mastery (III), Inscription (III), Resilience, Retaliation, Ki Suppression, Shishio, Fisticuffs, Advanced Fisticuffs, Focused Anger, Ferocity, Transmute Energy, Fire Based Attacks +1 DR, 25% Fire Resistance, Fireball, Divinity, Evasion

Prepped Items:
Demon Horn, Stasis Grenade, Hardened Skin

Damage Boosts:
Physical: 22.%
Energy: .%
Hybrid: .%

Other Preparations:
Speed Teleports: 7 / 7
Counters: 4/5 vs Bark; 2/5 vs Kota; 3/3 General [MAD+Retaliation]
Level: 81
Damage Reduction: 15.%