Post by Lord Siberius on Nov 2, 2020 11:23:29 GMT -5
Character you wish to be: Vegeta
Planet you want to start on: Vegeta
Strength: 600
Speed: 400
Toughness: 600
Stamina: 450
Vitality: 450
Determination: 2
Charisma: 0
Intelligence: 1
Pick one green fundamental to start with (list here):
Bukujitsu
(Saiyans Only) Fighting Style you wish to have: Aggressive
How did you find this site: Former Member
(Required) Email Address: DarasuMorata@gmail.com
His fists began to scrap at the knuckles, as one after another of his strikes reigned against the oddly tough body of this purple haired warrior. When the punches landed, it wasn't like the usual body where you would feel the bone bend with each cracking crunch of a power packed punch or feel the flesh and muscle bruise and brittle. No, this was something very similar but some how off at the same time. Broly knew by the end of his series of strikes though, that his was no ordinary opponent who would just crack under the pressure and bow to his power.
Finally his bout came to an end and his feet stopped marching forward with the driving force of his onslaught.
There was a short pause, giving Broly time to catch his breath as his muscle pulsated in their glow of the strange green aura that coated his body. Stopping was not something on the menu for him at this time. It's not as if he was seeing red, or in a blood lusted frenzy when this power gripped his body, nor was it something that he couldn't control at this point.
It was more of a gear that he could shift to when he needed, that forced him to keep going going and going and stagnation caused this sense of restlessness that made him doubt his next action. It was always best to keep pushing forward, not rest or resist his instincts. The warrior wasn't sure if it was a saiyan quality, or something unique to him that allowed him to constantly be evolving. Whatever it was, he had just begun to begin to cope with it in the last year or so, and this was no time to be slowing his role with the odd green aura that tugged at the pores in his skin.
Eventually that pause came to an end, and good old egg plant head came in with a hale storm of punches that evened out to what had just been dished to him the knuckles striking the hardened muscles of the saiyan and the aura that encased him. With each punch, Broly was pushed back a step and gritting his teeth, he wasn't sure if he wasn't fast enough to block and dodge or if it could ruin the flow of his aura. Regardless, as the strikes came in an onslaught he just took them like a man.
Then his ears caught it. The whirling sound much like a turbine engine before lift off, but it was coming from this one as steam emitted from his arm that could be seen whenever Broly's jaw wasn't getting rocked by a punch or jab.
And then came the words. And after that, the saiyans eyes went wide as a build up of ki was formed within the palm of this strange warrior and amassed faster than he knew he had the ability to reflect, dodge or counter! The wave of ki engulfed him against his will and shredded away at his skin, tearing at his armor and sliding his feet further back than he would have liked as if a great wave of water mixed with hot sauce had begun to rush into every pore of his body. There was a moment when his footing faltered and he worried that it would sweep him away into a cloud of never again, but eventually the shredding of agony ended and he was left in a trench of smoke and the smell of charred flesh...
The assassin spat some more words, to which Broly grinned and replied.
"How can you not like me?......" Again, the green aura began to leak around his body like the stench of something evil, and the rubble dust within the trench would shift away from his feet as if a breeze came from the warrior.
"When you don't even know me?" another taunting, this time he blitzed from his position to meet the enemy half way. The only major difference this time, was Broly unleashed a barrier of energy around his body made completely from the strange green ki, it formed around him almost instinctively as he rushed the enemy. Like a battering ram, he smashed into the assassin, aiming to knock whatever bolts and nuts loose he could, grinning all the while. "Haven't you ever heard, never judge a monkey by its banana?!"
After the collision, he would throw three more overhand punches hoping to tear away at the strange man's defenses. Whether he was truly man or not, Broly would roar out sadistically "And tell me stranger, what is your name!?"
What the purple haired warrior would realize, was that this strange green aura was flaring up, and almost burned to the touch for anyone hyper sensitive to ki. It was malicious, and causing his punches to strike harder than before. However, sweat was now pouring down his body as well as blood.
