Trunks has 24 from now to get a post up or their claim is forfeit. This must be declared by the opposing forces in OS Chat to be valid.
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 Fallen Forces 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. - Finishers are unusable. - 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.
Trunks leaned against the wall of the Grand Arena of Arlia, his eyes fixed on the entrance as yet another Champion of the Kais approached. His black tank top and black trousers now bore several singed holes, and the skin on his arms was mottled with fresh bruises. He had been facing every warrior that they had sent his way, and he had beaten all of them - this would just be another notch in his belt.
Grunting, he pushed himself to a standing position. The Arlians above roared in approval as he stepped from the shadows, and he raised a hand in greeting to them. They had watched him fight off man after man, and had cheered for him the whole time. They deserved a show - and Trunks would give them one.
His eyes moved up and down the new challenger, and he felt his eyebrow rising. This didn’t look like the warriors he had fought so far - this one was different, almost angelic in nature. Barely suppressing a gulp, Trunks loosed the sword from his back and held it in front of him, dropping into a familiar stance with practised ease.
“I don’t know who you are,” he said as he came within earshot of the man. “But I know you made a mistake coming here today.”
Preamble over, he rushed forwards in an explosion of dust. He brought his sword up before slicing it downwards towards the man’s chest, taking barely a breath before pivoting and aiming a wide sideways slash at his stomach. He followed it up with a twisting stab towards his side before spinning once more and aiming a back-handed slash at his opponent’s chest. His face set in deep concentration, he brought his sword up and aimed three huge arced slashes at the Kai Champion’s body, intent on ending this confrontation before it truly begun.
"Just to be clear I am a Kai king rank low but still high compared to a mortal. But I am no fighter never was. But with the way things are. It is clear that I will have to be. Because those without power will be crushed."
As he opens his eyes he knew what time it was. He was put on the front lines and had no way to fight. As he was still learning how to use smite and other things. But he still had his melee to work with. As the young mortal ran at him. Yet his speed was not as fast as he would or could have went. He clearly took Ghost as a joke. As he would stand still as he sensed him coming he would counter it with a step nack dodge just in the nick of time.
Soon enough a side slice of two would come to him as well as he delivered a dodge of the same to avoid it. Ghost would see the back slash come his way. As he timed it just right ducking in a wolf like stance yet a down form of it. To get another dodge off. Last but not least the last slashes would come at him. Ghost would smile im a sad way as be unleashed his Wolf Fang Fist. To counter the slashes coming at him. " So the race continued young trunks lets stop the violence."
With apparent ease the angelic figure bobbed and weaved between Trunks’ heavy sword strokes. His body moved like a god, his body seemingly having moved beyond normal mortal limits - from what Trunks could sense of his Power Level, this man was nowhere near capable of such feats, yet complete them he did. A seed of doubt sowed deep in Trunks’ stomach as his weapon came to a halt, eyes still fixed on his opponent.
“H-how do you know my name?” he said, his eyes widening with fear. “What race are you talking about?” They darted to the entrance of the arena for a moment before locking back onto his opponent - did he have time to run? Could he outrun this godly being?
No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
With deft movements he brought his sword up and deposited it back into the scabbard on his back. It slid easily into the holder, emitting a satisfying click as it fell into place. His mouth curled at the edges as he took a half step back, still looking at his opponent’s face.
“But the violence is just about to begin.”
He threw his hands upwards to the side of his head, fingers splayed, and shut his own eyes tight. “Solar Flare!” he roared, and the light in the arena erupted. Rays from the sun, high above, focussed town between Trunks’ splayed fingers and careened directly for Ghost’s face, intending to blind him before he could reveal any more of his godly powers.
Trunks lowered himself as his ki blossomed around him, whipping up the dust from around his feet and causing it to settle in the air. A second later he was moving, blasting towards this mysterious opponent with painful intent. Head lowered, he aimed directly at the man’s chest. He swept past the opponent, spinning around after a second to face his opponent once more - but he didn’t stop there. He kept his head lowered and flew right at the god again, this time aiming to strike from the back.
As he came to a halt this time, he turned to face his opponent. His hands cupped together at his side, and a gathering of ki began to form between his palms. Trunks gritted his teeth at power coursed through his forearms, forcing the veins beneath his skin to bulge against the surface. With a grunt he forced his hands forwards, releasing a huge blast at the psychic opponent who stood before him. It was deep red, and hurtled through the air with crackling intensity as it made its destructive way towards the opponent who seemed to be faster than light itself.
Ghost would look up as he saw the young mortal confusion upon his face. Yet he could tell this lad had more to him to give. Just as he would think the mortal would speak yet Ghost could not make out what was being said. Getting closer to Ghost he make it to right in front of him. Soon as Ghost was about to strike. He would create some sort of flash. This caught him off his rockers as a mother would a unwanted child temper. Thinking he had a chance to attack he was blinded.
Closing his eyes he was all to far gone. Next thing next stabs came at him yet again. He had no choice but to take such a hit. Which left him wounded to say the least. But was able to dodge the next attack. Via Timing his attacker and waiting to dodge it.Still holding his eyes as his kai chi dripped out of him. This was a form of blood via kai folk had. Ghost would then sense a kai blast being charged up at him. This was all too much for the kai. " Dang it all if only I was a combat kai." Soon as the blast came at him timing it just right he would dodge it by jumping 8 meters to the right of it. Soon Ghost would start to open his eyes but hardly. As he was holding his wounded side.
Ghost was still in the fight but truly for how long.