Pagoma had arrived on Keliloux and quickly demanded that the Silver-Haired Warrior to submit to his challenge. The Changeling was determined to see the best of the Demon, as their skirmishes up to that point had not been overly impressive to Pagoma. Now, there he was, a dozen meters away, waiting for Pagoma to make the first move. Pagoma reached up to his scouter and pressed the top of a row buttons, not to read his opponent's power level, but to scan for any potential weaknesses.
"Aha," Pagoma said quietly with a smirk, noticing a small weakness in the Demon's stance that he planned to use to his benefit for a more effective offense. The Changeling used a smooth, quick motion to kick off his weighted boots he used for training and immediately felt the freeing feeling of the heavy shoes no longer holding him down.
"That's better," The Changeling said to himself. He eyed his opponent once more. The Silver-Haired Warrior stood there, seemingly unimpressed with Pagoma. The Changeling was determined to put an end to his enemy's arrogance. The fighter carried himself and spoke to his reports as if he were some kind of God. It drove Pagoma mad and he relished the thought of reminding this being just how mortal and fragile his life really was.
Unannounced, Pagoma charged towards the Silver-Haired Warrior, closing the gap between them quite quickly. He cocked back his right arm ready to fire a powerful punch at the Demon. Firing his hard fist towards the fighter's chin, Pagoma followed up his first attack with an uppercut headed towards his enemy's jawline. Planting both feet on the ground, Pagoma jumped high into the air, and looked down upon his opponent. Extending a finger towards his target, Pagoma fired a fast-moving blast. Waiting only a split second for the blasts to clear, Pagoma quickly shot behind his opponent and let out a powerful breath of fire at point-blank range.
"I'm going to make your entire crew watch as I wipe the floor with you," Pagoma challenged his opponent, finishing his flurry of attacks with provoking words.
Action Notes: Hot Head Passive (+1 Action first 2 Posts with +15% Strength), -1 Action to Opponent's First Turn, +1 Action on first turn for Chaotic Evil, +0 Actions on first turn for Sneak Attack, -1 Action for first post, +1 Action for Mark II Scouter, Mark II Scouter Action adds +5% Damage for the rest of the Battle, +1 Counter OOC Notes:
A1) Bio-Scanner, +5% Damage to Opponent the rest of the Battle
A2) Drop Weighted Clothing
A3) SA (Right Hook)
HH) SA (Uppercut)
CE) Power Fly + Mastered One Finger Blast (3.3% Ki, DR 3, Speed: 56,416)
MII) ST + Mastered Fire Breath (2% KI, DR 2, CE: Burn, Speed: 71,803) Free: Ki Used: 5.3% Ki
Kelioux had proven itself to be quite the dud, a rather boring and plain place to be at when one was trying to strengthen themselves both physically and mentally. For those who weren't part of the illustrious scholars, there was quite frankly not much to do besides visiting some ruins and spending countless hours in the grand library for the sake of finding any sort of inspiration to further one's own goals and expand one's own power.
For now, the planet had proven to be rather...unusually useless for Ur'Alcyonis, with no information granting him any new insight and none of the scholars willing or foolish enough to allow him access to the more restricted parts of the library. Annoyed and frustrated by the repeated setbacks and the utter lack of progress with his own desires and designs, the Primeval found himself wandering the derelict and largely ignored parts of Kelioux’s capital, walking around the dark alleyways to allow himself some peace of mind and room for thought.
Alas, it was starting to look like he couldn’t enjoy such luxuries anywhere in this godforsaken universe, for he could sense someone tailing him within the shadows, sneaking towards him like a rat searching for a morsel of food. He didn’t care though, after all…if there was anything he could use at this point, it would’ve been the enjoyment of squeezing the life out of some poor chap’s body just for the sake of passing the time. "This ought to be fun..."
His words had not grown cold yet, when without any apparent warning, the one who had been sneaking up on him, revealed himself to be the changeling named Pagoma. A stright hit to the side of his chin knocked the Primeval's face to the side, while an uppercut followed swiftly, forcing the silver haired man's head to tilt backwards as he took a step back. A droplet of black clood trickled down from one of the corners of the man's mouth, which curled into a rather satisfied grin.
In an instant, it seemed the changeling decided to continue his attack, pressing his pressumed advantage with a swift blast coming from his finger, before vanishing from sight and reappearing behind the demon to unleash a torrent of fire with a single breath. Though the Primeval did not move a single muscle the entire time, he did find the fire licking on his clothes rather cumbersome, deciding to drop his overcoat and any of the weighted items he wore for the sake of training and strengthening himself.
"Now now, aren't we being hasty?" The man exclaimed silently, letting out a sigh, all the while showing his trademark arrogant and cruel grin. "It would be a shame if you'd drop down from exhaustion before we've even started to have any fun."
Raising a hand, Ur'Alcyonis' energy started to rise rather quickly, removing the restraints on his power until it reached a more comfortable and manageable amount to utilize in this little bout against the changeling. As the air and dust started to settle after his quick rise in energy, the Primeval vanished from sight, only to reappear right next to the changeling, launching his right elbow towards Pagoma's lower jaw before shifting his weight and turning around swiftly in order to aim a high knee strike towards the changeling's gut.
With that being done, the Primeval nonchalantly skipped backwards with a cruel smile on his face as he suddenly raised his hand towards the changeling, allowing his energy to course through said hand and the stretched out index and middle finger to fire off two consecutive thin, black beams of energy, both aimed at the changeling's knees in an attempt to cripple the poor thing before he'd do anything he'd regret later on.
A1: Remove Weighted Equipment Free: Raise power to 75% A2: IST + SA (Elbow strike) spd: 177,546 A3: Lost [icicle gloves] A4: Lost [first post] Speed: SA (Knee strike) CE: Mastered Suiken, DR2, Undodgeable, -3% ki Scout: Mastered Suiken, DR2, Undodgeable, -3% ki Tactical: 1/2 turns
Pagoma had gotten what he asked for... The Silver-Haired warrior was holding back less than Pagoma had seen him before. Perhaps the sudden appearance of the Changeling on Keliloux spooked the Demon. That, or perhaps the Demon was bored and needed a good fight.
After releasing his own attacks, Pagoma was pleased to see the Silver-Haired Warrior vanish from his sights. Before he could react, he reappeared within arms reach and had struck Pagoma in his jaw. Following it up, Pagoma felt the air escape from his lungs as the demon's knee struck his stomach. Pagoma briefly doubled over from the force of the attacks, as the Silver-Haired Warrior paced backwards, allowing some room between the two of them. Two hastily fired energy attacks hit Pagoma and the Changeling let out a quiet whimper.
"...That actually hurt," Pagoma said to his opponent, wiping a thin stream of purple blood from his chin. Pagoma smiled, pleased with these results. He was a glutton for punishment and this was proving to be exactly what he needed to overcome the sheer boredom he had experienced on Keliloux thus far. "I'm glad you seem to be taking this fight more seriously than our last. Are you sufficiently warmed up now?"
Pagoma teased the Silver-Haired Warrior, knowing he was capable of much more. In their Advanced Forms, both warriors were substantially stronger. But Pagoma knew, as he was sure his opponent did, that such use of force was a drain to the energy. Pagoma didn't want this to be over too quickly and felt it was safe to assume his opponent didn't either. Nonetheless, he would do what he could to egg on his opponent to release more punishment.
Rushing towards his opponent, Pagoma let out another burst of flames from his mouth, attempting to scorch his opponent as he did. Pagoma was unsure just how effective his fire techniques would be against this strange opponent, but the last one seemed effective enough, so he figured he'd try it again. While he was close enough to reach out and grab his opponent, Pagoma attempted to do just that... Reaching for anything he could grab near the shoulders of his opponent, Pagoma grabbed at the Silver-Haired warrior and tried to lift him into the air, throwing him down on the ground below him with a (less than friendly) show of force.
Hoping that his opponent was sprawled on the ground below him, Pagoma quickly slashed his arm across his chest from left to right, feeling a strong invisible force escape the tips of his outstretched fingers. While it wasn't Pagoma's goal to kill his prey so quickly, he relished the thought of the Silver-Haired Warrior's dark blood painting the Keliloux dirt beneath them. Wanting to quickly follow up one of his favorite Ki techniques by adding insult to injury, Pagoma aimed a kick towards his opponent's nose. Whether his opponent was on the ground or standing didn't particularly matter to the Changeling, as long as the tough heel of his foot met its mark and crushed the nose of the Silver-Haired Warrior.
"That should help with that ego problem," Pagoma said with a smirk, ready to see his opponent's rebuttal.
Just then, Pagoma remembered that he had recently been given a special concoction that was to be used in battle. Rather than risking the vial be broken by accident, Pagoma decided to unveil it from his person and drip a few drops on himself. According to the man who gave it to him, once the pheromones within the potion reached the nose of his opponent, his enemy would become so confused that he might even confuse Pagoma for a lover.
"What a sickening thought," Pagoma said to himself. Nonetheless, he was curious to see how the Silver-Haired Warrior would handle it. The thought of embarrassing the demon to that extent was enough for the Changeling to be willing to waste the product, if it didn't work as planned.
Action Notes: Hot Head Passive (+1 Action first 2 Posts with +15% Strength) OOC Notes:
A1) Mastered Fire Breath (2% Ki, DR 2, CE: Burn)
A2) SA (Throw to the ground)
A3) Daichiretsuzan (6% Ki, DR 5, CE: Slice, PL: 479,282)
This was rather satisfying, feeling the flesh, bone and bio armor through his own body. With every hit he took and dished out, the Primeval could feel the fibers within his muscles react, contort and extend. This very base and crude start of what was without question going to be quite the interesting bout was already proving to be quite the amusement to Ur'Alcyonis.
As he watched how the changeling wiped off some blood from his chin, the ancient being simply pointed at his own chin, making it all the more obvious that for now it all just looked like they were on equal terms in this little scrap of theirs. Alas, the words that came out of Pagoma's mouth next didn't resonate well with the silver-haired man, who found it rather arrogant of someone such as the changeling to even think he had even an inkling of what a fight truly was. "Hmm...taking this serious? You must be joking, I have yet to see any reason to take this serious, let alone take you serious, my little changeling friend."
Almost on cue, the changeling rushed at the Primeval again and as if to insult the man, yet again a burst of flames spewed forth by Pagoma soared through the air towards Ur'alcyonis. However, he wasn't going to take this type of mockery a second time, as his hand reached down to the hilt of the blade hanging on his side. Sliding a single foot backwards, the Primeval pulled out the black blade and swiped through the flames, dissipating them before any contact would be made. Yet it seemed that in doing so, the silver-haired man had underestimated his opponent's tactics, for but a moment later he found himself being lifted off of his feet and thrown to the ground with reckless abandon.
Friendly show of force or not, the Primeval could feel the wind being forced out of his lungs as he crashed to the ground on his back, only to see the changeling standing above him. Diggin his fingers into the asphalt underneath him, he forced himself to slide away from where the changeling would unleash his energy upon the pavement of the back alley and as dirt and rubble got thrown into the air by Pagoma's devastating technique, the silver-haired man allowed himself to jump back to his feet, swinging his own arm through the air to fire off a thin and fast projectile of energy towards Pagoma, similar to the changeling's own technique.
He wasn't sure if it would really matter, but when the changeling suddenly lashed out with a straight kick obviously aimed to turn his nose into a mangled piece of flesh, Ur'alcyonis swung his left arm upwards to redirect the incoming foot away from his face. Shifting his weight, the primeval leaned forward before launching the palm of his right hand upwards towards the changeling's lower jaw, fully intending to at the very least show Pagoma that if he wanted brutality, he would show him the appropriate meassure of such. "Really...is this the best Lord Frost has to offer these days?"
Alas, in his hubris, the silver haired man was once more caught off guard by a sudden whiff of perfume, a smell which was both intoxicating and infuriating. It muddled the Primeval's thoughts, robbed him of his sense of self AND his senses. He stumbled backwards, tilting his head to the side as he looked at Pagoma, but rather than a changeling, he seemed to be looking at something entirely different. A feverish hint of obsession and madness was being displayed in the man's eyes as he gazed upon the changeling who had sprayed himself with some odd concoction. "what in the..."
A changeling, yes he could use one of those...he needed one of those, he WANTED one of those. With a maddened expression on his face, the Primeval licked his lips with the tip of his tongue. Though his vision was blurry, his mind muddled by the strange notions of love and obsession, the silver haired man's energy suddenly ruptured and skyrocketed, his black energy oozing out of his body as his hairs began to become spikier, dark rings becoming visible around his eyes as they continued to gaze at the changeling with a dangerous obsession. "You will be mine!!"
Just as fast as it managed to overcome the Primeval's mind though, the hold of the perfume vanished once more...making it rather awkward for the man to realize he had already forced himself into his majin form, brimming with power and energy. Though that very confusion was quickly replaced by a feeling of both disgust.
"resorting to such paltry and disgusting methods...I would applaud you if it weren't so degenerate," The silver haired man scoffed, spitting on the ground to emphasize just how disgusted he felt with the changeling's actions. "Let me repay you in the appropriate way."
Breathing in, the man suddenly spewed out a torrent of black flames towards Pagoma, making it clear that though his version wasn't as refined as that of the changeling, he too had access to said technique and as the flames soared towards the changeling, the Primeval suddenly spread both hands and stretched out his fingers, energy seeping out of those in the form of thin strands of black energy. "If we're dolling ourselves up for this party with perfume, allow me to wrap you up nicely..."
With those words being said, the Primeval swung both arms through the air diagonally in front of himself, launching a multitude of black strands of energy towards Pagoma, aiming to wrap him up like a fly in a spider's web.
Free: Verberation blade against Mastered Fire Breath A1: Reversal on Daichiretsuhan w. Daichiretsuhan,-6% ki (DR 5, CE: Slice, PL: 625,611) A2: Counter Heel kick with SA Elbow strike A3: -Blind- mad A4: -Blind- Transform into Majin Speed: Fire breath, DR 1.5, CE:Burn -2% ki Tactical: Chou no Ryoku, -7% ki (Stun 2, spd: 308,748)
As Pagoma looked down at his opponent, sprawled on the ground underneath him, his slicing Ki technique was evaded with an almost identical attack sent right back at him. This caught Pagoma off guard and he couldn't even lift a hand to guard himself from the attack before he felt a warm trickle of blood appear across his chest. Pagoma's armor was enough to stop the attack from cutting him in two but the wound was painful and inconvenient. If it got much worse, he would have to stop and take a Senzu Bean to help heal himself, but for now he pushed through. As Pagoma went to kick the Silver-Haired Warrior right in his nose, his attack was stopped in its tracks and a palm came crushing into the bottom of his jaw. Pagoma stumbled backwards a couple of steps, as his ears rang from the force of the attack. Adding insult to injury, flames that had escaped the warrior's maw teased Pagoma's exterior and lightly charred his body. The only upside of this, was Pagoma sticking his chest out in hopes that his wound might be cauterized by the intense heat.
Next, Pagoma's demonic friend launched thick, black ropes from seemingly thin air that were aimed for Pagoma. Pagoma saw a glimmer of light shine off the ring on his right hand and was reminded of one of his newest pieces of special equipment. Acting quickly, he engaged the forces of the ring. An umbrella-like, nearly invisible force projected itself in front of Pagoma, pointing outward towards his opponent. As quickly as the Silver-Haired Warrior's attack was cast, it was returned back to him even faster. Pagoma smirked, hoping that the thick ropes would enjoy their caster's own energy despite their intended target being the Changeling.
Angered by his opponents actions and challenging words, Pagoma pointed a finger towards the Silver-Haired Warrior and launched two quick blasts from the tip of his finger, at nearly point blank range. Engaging in a large back flip to put some space between the two of them, Pagoma used his momentum to attempt to kick his opponent’s chin. After landing, he then turned his body to the side and reached a hand through the air towards his opponent. Picturing his enemy's body being crushed like a tin can, Pagoma closed his fist into a ball. As he did so, the air pressure shifted and compressed, closing in towards his opponent. Hoping the crushing force of his invisible technique would catch his opponent off guard, Pagoma took a moment to look down at the wound on his chest, hoping by now that the bleeding had mostly stopped.
Action Notes: Tactician (+1 Action) OOC Notes:
A1) Reflect Ring vs A6 (Chou No Ryoku, 2-Action Stun, Very Hard to Block/Dodge)
A2) Mastered One Finger Blast (3% Ki, DR 3)
A3) Mastered One Finger Blast (3% Ki, DR 3)
A4) SA (Backflip Kick)
T2) Mastered Implosion (3% Ki, DR 3, CE: Crush)
Free: Take Daichiretsuzan (DR 5), Take SA, Take Fire Breath (DR 1.5) Ki Used: 9% Ki
It was looking like Ur'alcyonis' change of pace was working in his favor, with his opponent not even putting up any sort of defense against his daichiretsuhan technique, nor the fire breath and the wicked palm strike he had used, but when it came to his own thin strands of energy he had hoped to impede Pagoma with, something rather strange happened when some unexpected force seemed to bounce back the strands of energy towards the caster. With little chance nor time to properly react to this unforeseen setback, the Primeval quickly found himself ensnared in his own technique. "Hmm...this is unexpected..."
Not even deigning this situation too much of a threat to his personal safety and health, the silver-haired man just looked straight at his opponent with the corners of his lips slightly pulled upwards in a faint grin. The two blasts which immediately followed his initial entrapment did hurt quite a bit, but weren't at all out of the ordinary when it came to their strength and power, which was well within the primeval's estimation of his opponent's skill, power and lastly Pagoma's obvious fiery disposition. However, the backflip the changeling performed did catch the Primeval off guard, snapping the man's neck backward wheen Pagoma's foot hit Ur'Alcyonis squarely on the chin.
While the primeval was still a bit shook up by the painful blow to his chin, he could feel the strands of energy shattering and dissipating into thin air. Thus as he regained his freedom of movement, he quickly reached for his sword once more when he could feel an invisible force gripping around him, making it quite obvious that the changeling was up to something. Luckily, all it would take, was a single swipe through the air with his black blade in order to remove and break apart the bonds of the invisible force which was trying to turn the Primeval into pulp.
"What was that...telekinesis?" Ur'alcyonis was quite surprised by whatever technique it was which had without question been devastating if it were to be left alone, but now that he was yet again free and with his Xodus in hand, the silver-haired man decided to fully utilize the current difference in the strength and power between himself and the changeling to further make a clear point on who was truly in control of this little bout between them.
Rushing forward towards Pagoma, the Primeval performed several quick slashes and cuts in succession towards the changeling, swinging down the blade towards Pagoma's left arm, back upwards towards the changeling's right arm, performing a diagonal slash downwards aimed at the changeling's left thigh and repeating the process in reverse towards his right thigh. With a quick shift of his weight and the grip on the hilt of his blade, the primeval would thrust the blade twice towards the changeling as well, aiming to cut open each side of Pagoma's exposed neck, fully intending to perhaps cut open a major artery in the process.
This quick succession of slashes and thrusts would culminate in the silver-haired man swinging his sword backwards, while using his free arm to launch a palm strike towards the side of Pagoma's face, aiming to use his own momentum to perform a quarter turn after which he reversed his moveent in order to use the same arm's elbow to drive it towards the other side of the changeling's face, hoping that it would disorient and discombobulate the creature in the process.
And just to hit home his point, the Primeval vanished from his position without any warning in order to reappear behind his opponent, jerking his right arm backwards in a rough motion to try and hit Pagoma at the base of the skull with the pommel of his Xodus.
Free: take reflected chou no ryouku A1: Stun A2: stun Free: Verberation blade on mastered implosion. A3: Kuzu Ryu Sen, DR 3.5, -0% ki A4: SA (palm strike) Speed: SA (elbow strike) Tactical: ST + WA (pommel bash), (spd:
As per the players I am going to be giving them a little break of 48 hours just for the both of them to handle their business from the time of this post. This is not in place for others sneaking, but it is in place for Hal not to 24'ing Pag, as I said both had agreed and this 48 hours can be ignored or extended as they see fit. As for the report and winner, the break down will be listed below.
During this I am grading the both of you off a few things; Creativity, Flow, Grammar, and Overall Enjoyment, all of which are being graded on a scale 1-3, while the winner taking the higher average. While I will not be listing the numbers per post or overall average, I will have the information for you upon request. Below there will be a tiny breakdown for each of you explain what I found your strengths and weaknesses to be, concluding with the winner of the first RP Bonus. I will mention that Cons does not mean you did bad, it is simply the weaker point I found in the first round. So, without further ado.
Pagoma: I want to start off by saying I appreciate your "Flow" of the battle. Your actions are RPed in the order they are listed. I can choose any of your actions and line it up with your RP and for me this is a big thing. On top of that I want to say that you are not a lazy writer. You are taking the time out to RP things that some people slide over half-ass, such as your Bio-Scanner and Lovely Perfume. With that being said your RP does fall short on the "creativity" scale, simply because things are very cut and dry- which can be hit or miss on the overall enjoyability of reading it. I want to make this part clear though, it is not that you aren't creative, but more along the lines that reading your RP became predictable- I think this is a better way to put it. Minor grammatical mistakes didn't take away from the reading, and overall I was impressed to say the least. You've come a long way since you joined a short time ago and you're making it look like you've battled quite a few times, so hats off to you for that! Pros: Flow and Grammar Cons: Creativity and Overall Enjoyment
Ur'Alcyonis: Your intro in my opinion was a little bit better than Pagoma's and for this reason alone I think you had the early advantage. While his would be marked for the Flow, I enjoyed your first post overall a bit more for the metaphors used. I think this is a good strong point for you and really add onto the creativity of the post, thus leading to a more enjoyable read on my end. Though with that I will say that over attention to details may sometimes hurt. At times I found your intense description to be a bit too much to read, and sometimes less is more. I say this, but I know I struggle in this aspect as well. So this is something that I tend to swing one way or the other when it came to your post. While I times I enjoyed the description of the aura, demeanor, and actions/reactions, at other times I thought 'get on with it'. I can't really recommend any changes to what you did with this though, because if you take away your intense detail, it may take away from the overall enjoyment I get from reading it. Sorry if that didn't help explain my view good enough. I marked you lower on grammar simply because there were more mistakes. At the same time there was also more writing, so with more writing comes more mistakes at times. Overall, it was a great first round to you as well. Pros: Flow, Creativity, Overall Enjoyment Cons: Grammar
Pagoma felt the pain from his enemy's flames aching across his body, but to his relief they had done their part at cauterizing the wound from the Silver-Haired Warrior's returned Daichiretsuzan. Despite Pagoma's condition, he enjoyed watching his opponent struggle against the black ropes of his own making. Or at least he would have, had the demon not been looking up and smiling at the Changeling.
"I've had just about enough of this guy's arrogance," Pagoma said to himself as he struck his opponent's foot with his chin. "There. Now I feel better."
Pagoma's enthusiasm was soon exchanged for mild panic. The Silver-Haired Warrior came charging towards him with his intimidating sword, aiming to strike Pagoma in several places all at once. Pagoma quickly channeled his Ki and disappeared from the action for a brief moment, leaving behind a blue after-image of himself that was cut through like butter, with the Demon's blade. The Silver-Haired warrior seemed to almost be anticipating this though and Pagoma's sudden vanishing didn't fool him for a moment. An empty palm came towards Pagoma and was a split-second away from striking the Changeling on the side of the head. Pagoma's body seemed to react quicker than his own thoughts though, as he realized through a squint that he had released a blast of Ice in the direction of his opponent, aimed to slow him down.
Pagoma took a breath before the action continued, seeing that his sudden blast of ice wasn't going to hold his opponent for long. Sure enough, before the Changeling could stop it, an elbow struck him in the face. Pagoma's eyes closed for the briefest of moments as he winced from the sudden strike. When they reopened, his opponent was nowhere to be seen. The Changeling didn't have time to wonder where his opponent was though, as the pommel of his sword came crashing into his skull. If Pagoma wasn't so thick-headed, it very well may have cracked his skull. Instead, a splitting headache the likes of which Pagoma had never experienced overtook him. His vision remained blurred for a moment and his ears rang out in agonizing pain.
"He's too fast," Pagoma said to himself. "I've got to figure out a way to catch up or I'm done for."
Pagoma milked his headache for a moment, hoping it would lead to his opponent underestimating him. This would give Pagoma a chance to catch him offguard. His eyes closed, Pagoma briefly peaked from one eye and then sprang into action. Swiping his arm across the width of his body, he unleashed another powerful, invisible slice of energy at his opponent. The Changeling was determined to give the Silver-Haired Warrior a taste of the pain he had experienced when his chest was nearly sliced open.
"Time to heat things up," Pagoma said to himself. Charging towards his opponent, he landed on one knee just beneath him, as if he were going to swear his allegiance. The Changeling looked up and let loose a mighty breath of flames at nearly point-blank range. Following it up, Pagoma disappeared and then reappeared behind the Silver-Haired Warrior, duplicating his last action with a secondary plume of fire shooting upward towards his opponent's back.
"I like my demons well-done," Pagoma teased, before quickly pacing several steps backward.
"He's still just too strong," Pagoma remarked quietly, wondering if it was too soon to unleash his true power. "Well, I don't stand a chance if I don't try. Perhaps this will even the playing field."
Pagoma slightly bent his knees and balled his fists. The shift in his power level was immediately evident. He didn't normally break into his ultimate form without showing a few of his more energy-saving states first. But Pagoma had a feeling this battle was going to be very quick if he didn't. The Changeling felt his body shifting, growing just slightly bigger, while his power nearly doubled. His horns retreated back into his skull and the blinding headache he had faced before seemed to suddenly be lifted. Pagoma's aura pulsed around him and wind that was released from his body stirred the dirt in the immediate area. Finally, as his transformation was complete, Pagoma calmed the winds and looked back at his opponent.
"I think you'll find this form of me, much more of a challenge."
Action Notes: Tactician (+1 Action) OOC Notes: Form 4 acts as if all Advanced/FInishers spent an extra 3% Ki (for PL calculations of Techs) and are 0.5 DR higher.
A1) Zanzoken vs A3 (3% Ki)
A2) Ice Blast vs A4 (5% Ki, -1 Action, CE: Immobilize)
A3) Daichiretsuzan (6% Ki, DR 5, CE: Slice, PL: 478, 508)
A4) Second Wave: Mastered Fire Breath (2% Ki, DR 2.5, CE: Burn)
SW) ST + Mastered Fire Breath (2% Ki, DR 2.5, CE: Burn)
T2) Transform to Form 4 (+2,500 All Stats, +75% All Stats, +15% Speed. Heals 10% Damage & 6% Fatigue.)
Free: Take A5 (SA), Take A6 (WA) Ki Used: 18.0% Ki
From the start the changeling had managed to both annoy and impress the primeval, something which though strange at first, began to make sense as the battle continued. This Pagoma fellow was skilled, there was no doubt about that, but his demeanor and behavior, the way he seemed to carry himself was what seemed to tick off Ur'alcyonis. It was almost like facing a saiyan, more precisely an elite saiyan; the kind of people that thought just because they had gained some power, it entitled them to call themselves equal to the gods, which was quite the arrogant notion in the primeval's mind. After all, no matter how powerful they could be, mortals were still just that: mortals.
In a display of brilliant tactical maneuvering, the changeling had managed to counter the Primeval's palm strike by launching some sort of ice cold technique at the man. Seeing as he was already well under way to land the strike, the silver-haired man's best bet was to just spread his hand in order to try and ward off the incoming blast as best he could in his rather precarious situation. However, at first nothing seemed to happen and though his palm strike had been mitigated, he had managed to continue his assault on the changeling with seemingly no opposition...but Ur'Alcyonis was wrong, very wrong.
For as he took a moment to breathe after his onslaught, he could feel an icy cold crawl up his arm, the very arm which he had used to mitigate the ice blast was now frozen solid and but a blink of his eyes later, the primeval found himself stuck in a solid block of ice, preventing him from moving at all.
"Got to hand it to this guy, he's got an awful lot of tricks up his...sleeves..." Ur'alcyonis allowed the air to escape his lungs, tensing all his muscles to shatter the ice around him, yet when he found himself free to move and talk again, the primeval could feel the rising energy not too far from his position, realizing that while he had been preoccupied with the ice, his opponent was not going to waste any time waiting for him to thaw himself out. "Oh for the love of..."
As Pagoma's hand swiped through the air, Ur'alcyonis shifted his weight in a hurry, allowing his feet to turn him to his side, all the while leaning backwards. He could feel the energy of the daichiretsuhan technique narrowly missing his flesh, though it did yet again managed to slice through some of the fabric of his clothes, which made the primeval realize that he was going to have to buy a new coat after this all was done and he was going to be damned if he didn't make the changeling pay that bill as well.
In retaliation, the primeval seemed to raise his arm in the air, black energy already crackling around his outstretched index and middle finger, instantly firing a strong beam of black energy towards Pagoma's left shoulder, fully intending to make the changeling feel some pain for a change.
Alas, while he had hoped to try and deter the changeling from making any more bold moves, it looked like it was to no avail. Without warning, the primeval could once again see a burst of flames being blown into his direction and though he had wished to hold the shishio technique as a trump card and a way to deal with the more destructive techniques the changeling might've had in his arsenal, Ur'alcyonis just wasn't keen on burning, considering he still had a few rather fresh memories from his previous vessel nearly being burned alive like some ancient being barbecue...
"That's enough..." Snapping his fingers and utilizing his knowledge on the firebreath technique, he allowed his body to instinctively counter the technique's burning power, the flames not even feeling hot or searing anymore, just cozy like a warm blanket on a cold winter's day. "Hmm...well done, well done indeed. It is a bit chilly after all..."
With those words still fresh, the primeval rushed through the air till he was above the changeling, allowing the momentum of his sudden fall down to strengthen the impact of his foot being stretched out, aiming to land that very foot square upon Pagoma's big dome of a head.
"You wanted me to take you serious...so, just to humor you, I will comply...allow me to show you," Clenching his hands into fists, tensing all the muscles across his body, the Primeval suddenly made his energy soar to new echelons of power, removing all the restraints he had put upon himself to utilize the full power of the vessel he inhabited...or at least the full power without having to truly strain himself and from the looks of it, this alone should've been enough to at the very least stay a tiny bit ahead of his opponent in terms of raw power.
A1: Block Ice blast A2: Lost A3: Reversal on Pagoma's Daichiretsuhan with Atomic Blast (DR 4,-7% ki, PL:919,891, CE:PIERCE) Free: shishio Firebreath A4: Powerfly + SA (Drop kick spd: 190,931, -0.3% ki) Tactical: Yokata power up, +25% ki, +3% all stats
Pagoma was growing tired of the Demon's tricks. Once again, the Changeling's Ki-slicing technique not only had no effect on the Demon, but an attack was returned towards Pagoma in its place. As a blast that erupted from the Silver-Haired Warrior's fingertips approached Pagoma, he Changeling merely held up a hand towards the energy and spoke a single word.
"Transmute," the transformed Changeling said quietly and simply. The Silver-Haired Warrior's powerful blast suddenly converted itself from explosive Ki into a shield of flames around the Changeling. Quickly responding before his opponent could hopefully react, Pagoma charged towards his opponent, surrounded by fire. Pagoma watched as his opponent launched a leg towards the Changeling's face, but in his burning state, the flaming aura around Pagoma acted as a shield. At once, the flames that had surrounded Pagoma dissipated and the Changeling was back to himself.
The Silver-Haired Warrior's power had risen considerably and based on fighting stature alone, the Changeling was outclassed, even in his advanced state. But in spite of this, Pagoma seemed to be holding his own. Nonetheless, Pagoma knew if he didn't continue to progress, his opponent's power could get the better of him. Taking a few steps backward, Pagoma held a finger up above himself and generated a small, orange ball of fire. But what started as the size of a basketball quickly grew larger than Pagoma himself, and before long was the size of a house. Pagoma made an evil grin as he stared down his opponent, throwing his arm forward towards the Silver-Haired Warrior. The Death Ball erupted, sending hot air throughout the immediate area and quickly demolishing the nearby structures on Keliloux's surface.
Even though Pagoma had just launched one of his most powerful techniques, he knew that the Silver-Haired Warrior had a large bag of tricks in tow, and that he should certainly not assume the giant blast had ended up causing the Demon any pain. As the Death Ball's mushroom cloud after-effect subsided, Pagoma disappeared and reappeared within arm's reach of the Silver-Haired Warrior. He was determined this time. He couldn't let his Changeling-favorite be evaded a third time. Slicing his hand across the width of his body, he nearly touched the Silver-Haired Warrior as the slicing Ki from his Daichiretsuzan escaped his fingertips.
"Now, die!" Pagoma shouted as he released the attack. His anger had gotten the better of him, but after all... He was a warrior at heart.
Action Notes: Tactician (+1 Action) OOC Notes: Form 4 acts as if all Advanced/FInishers spent an extra 3% Ki (for PL calculations of Techs) and are 0.5 DR higher.
A1) Transmute Energy vs A3
A2) FS Block vs A4 (0% Ki, DR 2, CE: Burn)
A3/A4) Death Ball (18% Ki, DR 9.5, PL: 1,511,353)
T2) ST + Daichiretsuzan (6% Ki, DR 5.5, CE: Slice, Speed: 172,973)
"Crap..." It was the only word that managed to be uttered by the Primeval when he could see what had happened to his beam of energy upon the moment he reached the changeling. He knew the technique of transmutation very well, cursing himself for not realizing it sooner. The moment his foot reached the now shielded Pagoma, the ancient being could feel the excrutiatingly burning sensation of hitting the flame shield spread through the back of his leg, forcing him to grit his teeth to prevent himself from crying out in pain.
Alas, as the old saying went: there was no rest for the wicked. In this case it had to be taken very literal, for Ur'Alcyonis wasn't given much time to recuperate or regain his bearings by this formidable enemy he was facing. He had just managed to get to his feet, only to realize that Pagoma had already been charging a massive technique, amassing quite the enormous amount of energy in the form of a ball the size of a meteor. This all wasn't going as smoothly and as easily as the Primeval had wished it would've gone. He wouldn't be able to swat aside something as gigantic as that technique, so practically all his defensive techniques were out of the question in this case.
With but a few moments to spare, the silver-haired man pushed his energy to its limits, flushing it through his muscles as he knew he had but one option: he had to run. With his physical form starting to shimmer, the Primeval suddenly started to run, nay leap through the streets and backalleys with insane speed and agility, leaving behind blue streaks of light as he tried to take the shortest possible route to safety and when at long last the changeling's massive orb of energy made contact with the buildings and the ground, exploding in a violent torrent of heat and air, the primeval found himself tossed into a building by the shockwave of displaced air.
As he opened his eyes, Ur'Alcyonis noticed that not just half of the building he had blown into was gone, but so was a major part of the neighbourhood he and the changeling had been battling in. Nothing but a crater, the wailing of people trying to find their loved ones and the sound of dust and rubble settling was left behind. The primeval had to admit that it had been quite a while since he had last seen such carnage and devastation. "I guess we don't have to worry about NOT drawing too much attention anymore."
Before he had very well risen back to his feet again, once more the Primeval could sense the energy of the changeling rising, yet with the dust and debris still lingering in the air along with the smoke, it was nearly impossible to pinpoint from where the attack would come. Luckily, as a sudden slicing projectile made contact with the ancient being, the energy was suddenly absorbed into a small gem the Primeval always carried upon his armor, rendering the technique harmless and thus saving Ur'alcyonis' skin.
Though he had managed to get out of this onslaught relatively unscathed, it was now very clear that the changeling was well beyond the point of reason. Since it now looked like the ancient being's life was actually and truly at stake, there was no point in continuing this fight without relying on the one thing he knew to be in his advantage: raw power.
Pushing his energy to its limit, breaking through almost all the restraints within his vessel, the Primeval's energy and power started to skyrocket. A massive pillar of black light barelled down from the sky upon his position and from within the black light, the massive figure of the demonic being now arose in all its glory and might, ready to show to Pagoma that he had really made just one mistake in this battle...he had removed any need for caution and any need for restraint. "Time for you to realize just what you are up against, you pathetic little insect."
Raising his arm into the air and drawing upon the energy stored within the gem attached to his armor, the monstrous being suddenly swiped his hand through the air, unleashing an invisible projectile of energy slicing through the air towards Pagoma, displaying that when it came to the daichiretsuhan technique, he was easily the changeling's equal. However, he was not done yet, not by a long shot.
With a loud grunt, the Primeval gathered his energy and raised an arm with his hand pointing at Pagoma, black energy crackling like static electricity around his fingers, when all of a sudden, the massive demonic form instantly vanished from his position only to reappear on the other side of the crater in order to create a bit of distance between himself and his target. "To use your words...die..."
A large blast of energy was launched towards the changeling, creating a path of destruction on its way towards its intended target, ready to explode in a devastating explosion and level anything which had not yet been leveled by Pagoma's own death ball from earlier.
Free: Take Flame shield A1: Zanzoken + dodge Deathball (-3% ki, spd:354,828) A2: Armor Gem Daichiretsuhan, +6% ki A3: Transform to Regulated Devil Incarnate A4: Daichiretsuhan (DR:5, -6% ki, PL:1,687,148, CE:SLICE) - use ki from armor gem T+S: IST + Charge Ion blast (-18% ki, DR:8, PL:1,948,947 spd:393,099, AoE) free: -1% ki from super form Ki used: 19%
The scene around Pagoma was a familiar sight of destruction. It was what happened when the Changeling revealed a glimpse of his true power. The ground was flattened where buildings surrounded the area previously, and an area that was once full of life was now completely quiet. Pagoma had no idea (nor did he care) about the present life in the area. But somehow the battle between the Changeling and the Silver-Haired Warrior had not drawn much attention from the innocent bystanders of Keliloux. Pagoma suspected that would likely change soon. He knew the planet was full of powerful life forces, some of them not particularly caring for Pagoma's evil ways. Hopefully he could end his fight with the Silver-Haired Warrior quickly. Otherwise, he could expect an arrival of resentful warriors to arrive soon and intervene. While Pagoma's attack had missed its mark, the real enjoyment for Pagoma was watching the Silver-Haired Warrior turn tail and run. For a brief moment, Pagoma thought he even saw fear on the Demon's face. This powerful blast was really meant to only be a distraction while Pagoma tried for a third time to use his Death Wave. Unfortunately for the Changeling, his signature Ki-slicing technique was just not working against the Silver-Haired Warrior. Pagoma thought it best to retire from using it against him again, as further efforts would likely prove to be wasted energy.
The Silver-Haired Warrior wasn't happy with Pagoma. After being forced to run away from Pagoma like a scared child, Pagoma could sense the Demon's temper flaring. The Changeling watched in awe as the form of the Demon changed once more. This time, rather than a minor physical change, the Silver-Haired Warrior was hardly recognizable compared to his former self. Light infused with darkness lit the sky like a beacon and the Demon's power level began to skyrocket. A dark light lit the fingertips of Pagoma's opponent and right away, Pagoma knew his own technique was about to be used against him. Watching as the slicing Ki technique approached, Pagoma let out a loud bellow. While it didn't stop the force of his opponent's attack entirely, it at least severed it far enough for it to pass over Pagoma. The blast carried behind the Changeling for some distance, without obstruction, thanks to Pagoma's Death Ball.
Pagoma's opponent disappeared momentarily, but the Changeling could sense he was still nearby. Locating him on just the other side of the crater that had been created by Pagoma's Death Ball, the Changeling could see that his opponent was powering up to release a blast of his own. Sensing the power from behind the blast, Pagoma knew it was a fair rival for his Death Ball, possibly even stronger. All the Changeling could do was brace for impact and hope for the best. He engaged the Shield that was outfitted into his armor, as it grew to the size of the Changeling and blocked his path. Pagoma could still see through the Energy-infused Shield, and soon, a very large beam of energy was headed straight for the Changeling. Pagoma braced himself as the blast shook his shield violently. Pagoma was doing his best to fight against it, and was surprised his shield had done as well as it had in aiding his attempt. However, soon the Shield started to fizzle out.
"Oh no," Pagoma said to himself. "Just hang on a little longer!"
Pagoma's pleadings with his own technology were of no value, however, as the blast from the Silver-Haired Warrior knocked him back a dozen or more meters, causing him to land face down in the flattened Earth. Pagoma was okay, but the attack from the Silver-Haired Warrior certainly did a number on him. Grunting in pain as he stood up, Pagoma saw that the blast had cratered the ground, leaving a long ravine in its wake. Realizing the seriousness of his predicimate with the Demon in his current form, Pagoma charged up his power, feeling refreshed and stronger than before. He was now truly at his maximum power, ready to show the Silver-Haired Warrior that even he could be brought to his knees.
With a new-found power filling his body, Pagoma launched a pair of Energy Blasts aimed for his opponent. Pagoma was hopeful that even if his opponent could defend against one of the blasts, defending against both would be much more difficult. Quickly following it up, Pagoma reached out a hand towards his enemy and squeezed it shut. He relished the thought of the Silver-Haired Warrior being condensed to the size of a soup-can, maimed beyond recognition.
Action Notes: Tactician (+1 Action) OOC Notes: I forgot to include my Pure Power Passive on my transformation last post. I included it in this one so the stats are slightly higher.
A1) Kiai against A4 Daichiretsuzan
A2) Anointed Shield against A5/A6 (Blocks 50% of Charged Advanced, DR 8)
A3) Power Up (+25% Ki)
A4) Mastered Double Energy Wave (4% Ki, DR 2)
T) Mastered Implosion (3% Ki, DR 3, CE: Crush)
Free: -5% Ki for Form 4 Ki Used: 12.0% Ki (+25.0% Ki from Power Up)
Perhaps it was the power he exerted in this overwhelming demonic form or perhaps it was the destructive result of his ion blast technique from earlier, but whatever it was, Ur'Alcyonis' lipless maw filled with jagged and sharp teeth was curled into a rather gloating grin. It had been quite a while since he could've felt the thrill of battle combined with the joy of absolute superiority. It was an exceedingly rare feeling in this universe filled to the brim by beings which held power that vastly overshadowed his own.
Looking down at his leg, the Primeval grit his teeth as he could feel the stinging sensation of being burned coursing through it. It seemed that recklessly charging into that flame shield technique had backfired quite painfully.
"Pathetic," That single word showed just how the Primeval thought about how the changeling had been coping with this new overwhelming power laid out before him. Ur'Alcyonis had seen the use of the shield only barely through the explosion of his own technique, having noticed that it was not an absolute defense by any margin. It was rather comical that the changeling he had thought of earlier as a proper challenge to his might, would now be resorting to small and puny attacks and techniques rather than the use of techniques such as the death ball he had so brazenly displayed but a few moments earlier. "This truly will not do..."
With a slow and almost lumbering motion, the massive demonic figure started to walk towards the changeling, completely ignoring the two incoming blasts of energy, which exploded on impact, but did little to deter the Primeval from marching ever closer to Pagoma, moving undeterred and unhindered towards its target like a literal juggernaut. Even when the changeling utilized that technique the Primeval had exclaimed to be very interesting and worthy of his time earlier in the battle, it no longer seemed to phase the ancient being in the slightest, as but a mere swipe of his enormous hand was enough to shatter the energy building up around him.
"Hmm...still quite the interesting technique," Though he did not stop his pace just yet, the Primeval slightly turned his gaze towards the dissipating energy of the technique the changeling had tried to use upon him once again, raising a finger to the side of his head to allow himself and the machine embedded deep within the recesses of the metallic covering all over his body to memorize the structure of said attack, for it could come in handy to know such a technique in future conflicts and battles.
Ur'alcyonis' massive hands started to crackle with energy, the ground now quivering and trembling with every step he took forward. Slowly, yet certainly the preparations for yet another devastating technique were being made. Not long after that process, the Primeval suddenly swung his hands forwards, unleashing two somewhat large, black beams of concentrated energy towards his opponent, allowing the beams to alter their course just a bit by small movements of his hands to better hone in on their target.
With a sudden rumbling and terrifying laughter escaping his maw, the demonic figure started to rise into the air, stretching a single arm downwards towards where he thought his opponent would be running at if he were to try and evade the beams of energy. With another chuckle escaping his throat, the Primeval fired off several blasts towards the ground in rapid succession, thinking of it as nothing more than an extermination job by this point.
Free: Take double energy wave A1: Deflect Mastered Implosion A2: Technique Scanner on Implosion (gotcha xD) A3: Charge Double Tsuihidan A4: Charge Double Tsuihidan T: Charge Double Tsuihidan, (-16% ki, DR 6.5, PL: 1,859,135, VH dodge) S: Bukujutsu + Mastered Energy dan: (-7.1% ki, DR 4) free: -1% ki from super form Ki used: 24.1%
Pagoma: So the major flaws I found in the second round were a few things. Your creativity was lacking in means of some of your actions. The two that immediately came to mind were the Transmute and the Transformation. To begin with the transformation, you went from base form into form 4, but the paragraph dedicated to the actual transformation was slightly bland. This may be nitpicky, but I feel like this should have been RPed a bit more. After your character's reasoning for going into form 4 there were two sentences for the metamorphosis and then one sentence for the aura. I found this to be extremely disappointing as form 4 is a huge achievement and using it in battle should be more dramatic in my own opinion, at least at your current PL. As for the transmute it was along the same lines as the transformation. Very bland as your character just said "transmute" there was no showmanship or penmanship that really made the unique defense stand out. With these being the two prime examples of my reasoning for this, the overall enjoyment was a bit lower because of the lack of creativity. Yet, once again, you excelled at your flow of the battle and grammar was pretty good. Pros: Flow and Grammar Cons: Creativity and Overall Enjoyment
Ur'Alcyonis: To start off the flow and creativity I feel has not changed, as well as the grammar. I say this once again because with the longer posts there are bound to be more mistakes, thus you have slightly more mistakes in that category. However, I will bring up one thing again. My overall enjoyment- this took a huge hit because of extremely in-depth reactions you're taking the time to write. Let me state that this is not always a bad thing, but at this particular stage it was. While you would dedicate a small portion to dodging, blocking, reversal, you would spend more time writing your reactions to his own reactions, which kinda made it just a longer read than I feel it needed to be. While I do reward additional benefits for well RPed defenses or offenses, over detail can really hurt the general enjoyment as it makes it more tasking to read than anything eventually. However, with the fine details you did give and your unique stance on some of your dodges (or reactions to the Ice Blast) the creativity score was increased. Pros: Flow and Creativity Cons: Grammar and Overall Enjoyment
Winner of the 2nd Round: Ur'Alcyonis! The winner this round came down to overall enjoyment, and I felt Hal's post were a bit too much of a chore to read due to his over detail on things that he could have spent a bit less time on. However, Pagoma's post really lacked that creative edge on some of his actions and I feel like my enjoyment of the posts were brought down a bit lower because of this reason. What I would like to see moving forward is the following:
Hal: Less is more sometimes. Pag: A bit more creative liberty with your actions. A good example of this would be letting the attack Atomic Blast hit you only to absorb the explosion into a shield of flames around you. I personally wouldn't mark you for damage on this, since I just find it using creative freedom for the Transmute ability.
The Silver Haired Warrior's arrogance was overbearing to Pagoma. He walked towards Pagoma taking the full force of his Energy Blasts as if they were little more than a nuisance. He swiped away his Implosion technique like it was a minor inconvenience, taking the time to also scan the technique so it could be used by the Demon himself. Pagoma was proud of how hard we worked to master his own technique of Implosion, and didn't particularly like that the Silver Haired Warrior would discount that so easily, as if he could use the technique as effectively as Pagoma.
The Silver-Haired Warrior charged two gatherings of dark energy, one in each hand, and released them towards Pagoma. A quick glance of their trajectory told Pagoma that these were the kind that could be controlled after casting, making them particularly annoying to avoid. As such, Pagoma covered himself in a Barrier of energy (a trick he had learned while on Yardrait). As the powerful beams came in to Pagoma the first landed and was completely stopped by the shielding efforts of Pagoma's energy technique. The second beam, however, caught Pagoma's Barrier when it was already losing most of its power. The beam erupted against Pagoma's energetic shield and exploded violently. At once, Pagoma's Barrier dissipated entirely. The ground around Pagoma shook and though his hands were up, he felt the hot force of the blast covering him, trying to rip his body apart with its intense power. When the wind stopped moving and the ground stopped shaking, Pagoma opened his eyes, realizing his hands were still up. They did little to shield the Changeling from the blast. But Pagoma didn't have long to recover, as he stood and looked out to his enemy, he saw that another flurry of blasts were headed his way.
"Oh boy," Pagoma let out, staring at the blasts head on. These blasts of Energy were weaker than the Silver Haired Warrior's charged attack, but they weren't anything to be taken lightly either. Pagoma engaged his shield and it expanded in front of him, ready to block the oncoming barrage. The Silver Haired Warrior's blasts pounded against Pagoma's shield like hail on a roof. Pagoma wasn't entirely unaffected, but was thankful for the work his shield did protecting him.
"My turn," Pagoma stood, trying not to show the aches and pains coursing through his body. The extensive damage around them was growing with every attack, and Pagoma wondered how much would be left of the city by the time the fight was over. He reached out towards his opponent as if he was grabbing him, despite being far from arm's reach. The Changeling formed a ball of energy meant to trap his opponent inside. He raised the ball into the sky and left it floating there for a moment. Pagoma then lowered his arm to the ground and watched as a powerful explosion erupted, shaking the dirt around the two warriors. Seeing what he was certain was the shadow of his opponent through the thick dust and debris that coated the air, Pagoma reached out his hand once more and squeezed his hand into a ball once more. His sharp fingernails dug into his palm and without realizing it, Pagoma made himself bleed. Hoping to take his rage out on the Demon instead of himself, Pagoma's technique caused the molecules in the air to compress and replicate his previous technique of imploding upon his opponent.
The amount of explosions that had occurred in such short succession made the air difficult to see through. Pagoma wasn't even sure the fate of his opponent. For all he knew, he could be crumpled upon on the Keliloux's dirt floor, like a leaf under Pagoma's boot. That was a pleasant thought for the Changeling, despite its unlikeliness of being the reality. Since Pagoma was unable to see his opponent to unleash his next move, the Changeling took a moment and pulled out a can from the inside of his armor. It was a little more than an ounce of fluid, but the liquid seemed to spring fresh life in Pagoma, from the moment it touched his lips. Feeling invigorated by the special formula, Pagoma cried out to the Silver Haired Warrior.
"I hope you're not done yet, Demon," Pagoma called through the dust and debris. "...Because I'm not letting up! Show me your worst."
Action Notes: Tactician (+1 Action) OOC Notes:
A1) Barrier vs A3-A5 Charged Double Tsuihidan (Barrier'd for 50% of DR 6.5)
A2) Anointed Shield vs A6 (Blocks 90% of DR 4)
A3) Mastered Hokaku Kon Dan (7% Ki, DR 5.5, -1 Action, PL: 1,149,273)
A4) Mastered Implosion (3% Ki, DR 3, CE: Crush)
T) Drink Energy Drink (Restores 25% Vitality, +10% Toughness)