Rogue Forces! (Mimi (W) vs Broly (L)) [Ref: Shell]

The cold winter wind graced Broly's mid-day meal with an unwelcoming sting. He could feel the tips of his ears and nose already recoil at the cold's bite as they became flushed with a cherry hue. His fingers, large as they were, already started to show signs of frost bite as the reds revealed just how long he had been out in the wilderness. 

His hands found themselves grabbing his food tightly, a leg from a dire sabretooth from the night prior's hunt, warming his digits just enough to function. Hunching forward slightly he took a huge bite from the leg, gnawing on the bone between bites to extract some of the savory flavors. Already his back began to ache, his shoulders rounded, and his neck became stiff, all from the cold alone.

As he chewed, he made a conscious decision to sit up right, looking off into the screen of the forest and just beyond the light of his campfire. He sighed, hanging his head just for a moment before, once again, consciously forcing himself upright. "It's cold," he said to himself, speaking on behalf of both the night and his freshly cooked dinner.  "I wis-" Before he could finish his desires something happened, a spark, a flash, a blip of sorts. 

Before his very eyes appeared a child, blond hair, crimson clothes, short too! Broly looked at her as she came skidding to a halt. A few things crossed his mind, the first being, damn, she's fast. While the rest were about her age and intentions. His eyes narrowed and he grunted as he pointed the leg of the dire beast toward her. "Nights no place for a kid, get outta' here." He grumbled, his voice deeper than normal as he attempted to intimidate her before taking another chunk out from his dinner. 

"Let's fight!" She said, her voice filled with confidence and excitement. 

"Listen, I'm not in the mood-" he said while he looked up, nearly tossing his meat to the side in annoyance before the scene finally became clear. They weren't just words, and this wasn't just a child. His eyes suddenly popped in awe as the display of speed flabbergasted him once more. 

Where had she gone? It was only just a moment, he blinked- that was all! That's when he felt it, the cold kiss of steel on his collar bone. He had only a split moment to analyze everything, the technology she was using, her uniform or lack thereof, and whatever else his eyes could catch at a moment's notice. Damaskian Tech, he thought to himself as he peddled back from the fire, attempting to boot away the girl like a football in order to divert some of the oncoming attack. 

As the heel of his boot graced the shotgun he heard the click of the trigger assembly, the click of the hammer, and then the linger scent of gunpowder mixed with other chemicals. Sure, the shotgun's aim might have been slightly diverted from his boot, but that meant little for the buckshot that spewed from the barrel. He could feel the bite, the sting, the sheering pain that came after. It was as if one of the many dire beasts around Valhalla had found itself lock jawed around his shoulder, ripping and tearing his flesh with their jagged teeth. 

Partially diving to the side his right hand quickly applied some pressure on the fresh wound. He then hit the floor with a heavy thud, and then another as he bounced once more before rolling onto his back. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He thought to himself as the warm glow of her ki erupted like a grand explosion from one of his own attacks. His mind quickly began to shift into overdrive as he began to calculate out different options he had. 

Just as the red claw began to form his own ki began to shift and roar. His body began to fortify itself against the incoming attack, creating a thin film around his frame that glistened like a fresh morning's dew. Green against red, castleton versus crimson, the colors butted heads like rams as the brief pause after the first attack reached its conclusion.  She leapt forward and he found himself just starting his own take off as she appeared, claw already swinging for center mass. His eyes quickly adjusted, snapping toward the attack instead of his opponent. 

In the nick of time, he managed to latch down on her forearm, the tips of the claws just meeting the defensive barrier he had just managed to create. At first, he thought that his own size and strength would be enough to stop the attack, but as she drove her claws forward, he quickly realized that she had just as much power as speed. His forearms seized up and began to spasm as he exerted as much of his power as possible. He felt his heels dig into the ground and yet still he was being forced back. Quickly he clamped down his other hand against her forearm, using his full strength now as a newfound respect for the child swelled inside his heart. 

Sweat dripped down his forehead, the claw began to dig into the barrier and soon found itself piecing the veil as if it were paper. He could feel the claws reach his skin, but that's where he finally managed to stop her. Centimeters from being impaled, millimeters even, and as she pulled her hand back...... BOOM! He lifted his hands defensively, attempting to shield himself as best as possible from his current position. 

He felt it all, the pain against his forearms from the fatigue, the cold winter's breath, and the warm bite of her power. Although his armor would have helped reduce some of the damage, he couldn't help but focus in on the pain..... The real pain.... It was the first time he had felt something so.... incredible- he was alive, for the first time in ages... He felt alive! 

"Fine then, let's go!" He screamed like banshee, swiping away the smoke that plumed from her attack. As the last few strands of smoke dissipated, the demon child stood with claws burning like embers. "Come on!" He screamed once more, roaring like a lion whose territory had been encroached upon. But then again, that fucking speed! She vanished, not just like a flicker or a shift of movement, no--- this was tele-fucking-portation level speed! He had to act fast, he needed to do something to mimic her speed, or this would be over! 

Within that split second he found himself instinctually reaching for one of the buttons on his gauntlet. I can't believe I have to use this so soon! He said, tapping the button as a beam of light shot down from his ship in orbit.  Instantaneously he vanished, before once again a beam of light came down, this time a few meters from where the last was. As the light died down, he appeared with his back placed tightly against the trunk of a tree. Little shit! He thought to himself. Can't believe she has me on the back foot already! His head slowly peaked around the corner, hoping that he had managed to put some distance between himself and her. Key word being hoped.

Yet, there she was, already advancing like a bloodthirsty beast manic from the thrill of the hunt. Her fingers clasped together and she lunged forward, pressing her arms out like a spear. Broly turned, his aura flaring out in all directions as the bark of the tree splintered from the impact. He should have assumed that she would be able to keep up with his movements, dodging one attack meant nothing if she could continue pressing forward. Then, once more as castleton met crimson, their auras began to battle. 

It was in that moment, splintering wood cascading over him as his eyes peered through the raised arms that attempted to act as a shield, that he had an idea. His aura, only for a moment, died down and allowed her to thrust forward. But then, in that last moments before her 'spear' was able to thrust into his abdomen, he flicked it back on again, like a light switch. The emerald flames ate away at the crimson claws, gnawing them down bit by bit until eventually the attack was negated by countering the flow of her ki with his own.  

His power level quickly elevated, a dull golden hue appeared over his hair, yet still his aura was green. This was unique to Broly and it might have been something for the child to note if he knew Saiyans. His eyes suddenly flashed with a bright white glow as his hands tightly found themselves placed around his cheeks. Screaming, as if he were in pain, his emerald ki sparked around him once more. Emi would have seen a face in the flames of green, crying out as if it were Broly himself, scratching, raking, and tearing like a wild animal that was trapped or backed into a corner.  Before more details revealed themselves, Broly, with all the power he could muster, took a step to the side of Emi. The ground trembled as his foot slammed into the dirt, rock and earth shattered like glass as web-like crack formed from his boot print. Then, twisting his hips as he threw all of his weight into the next attack, he balled his hand tightly and attempted to cave in the chest of the child. His hand would have been twice the size of her head but in a battle between experienced warriors anything could happen. So even if his blow would find purchase, he knew the battle had just begun.  

Broly knew better than most the importance of pacing a battle, after all the fights he had with Ba and some of the other Vampa beasts, he knew that gassing out early was a huge problem he had. Things needed to be slowed down, he needed to focus on controlling the flow of his opponent, as well as control his own movements. Inhaling through his noses he let his eyes shut for just a split second, meditating in the midst of the battle to focus back in on what was important. Like gears in a machine his brain began to slowly reboot, gathering information about the battle so far based off what he had seen. While it might not have been the best of plans, it was still something that he could get some use out of, so he might as well use it- right? A singular click echoed  between the rustling leaves of the forest as a light broke through the clouds. Transported from his ship appeared a tiny disk like droid, hovering to and fro at its own leisure. Like two tiny car hoods, doors popped open on both sides of the drone and tiny barrels appeared on both sides. 

The drone began to zip in and out of the tree line, using the trunks as cover before taking two pop shots toward the girl, the first coming from her back while the second would have been fired from the left side. Leaping backwards Broly locked onto the child and lifted his hands to either side of his face. His fingers were stretched out wide and between his eyebrows a tiny beam of light began to glow. There was an ominous silence that drifted by with the wind. Then, as the clouds broke from the heavens above, the two words were blurted out for all to hear from miles away; pairing nearly perfectly with the blinding light of an artificial sun that erupted alongside the name of the technique.

"Solar Flare!"  

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Without Ami, Emi would have gone unchecked in the world – no one wanted that. It was why Ami was created; she was there to make sure that Emi didn’t do too much damage. But that was hard for her to do when her own mindset just wanted to do just about as much damage as Emi did. The bond between the two of them had grown to such lengths that it was almost scary psychic how they linked up. The moment that Emi sensed the strong power, Ami had already known the reaction that would come from Emi – but she didn’t have the speed to keep up with her.

It wasn’t fair. Ami wished to be as fast as Emi, and Emi made the same wish but to make sure no one was faster! As Ami was running, she was also pouting at the thought. Sure, Ami wanted to fight him as well, but Emi really forgot that Ami could not keep up. Or maybe Emi didn’t forget. Maybe she knew she could beat Ami and was flaunting her speed. That wasn’t fair!

They were on a Saiyan Training planet, and Ami was curious about it. Her creator, Aria, mixed her with a lot of DNA and the more prominent one was Saiyan – DNA she acquired from some guy who was long since forgotten now. The crisp winter wind stopped smashing into her face as she had skid to a stop not too far from the battlefield – observing it for a moment. Several scents attacked her nose in bites. The cold air and the lingering scent of charred meat attacked her senses. It was the scent of the battlefield, and the small girl could feel excitement welling up inside of her.

An explosion set off, most likely from Emi, and she saw trees sway in protest to the force, holding to the ground the best they could. While smoke was still clearing, rising to the skies to escape the battle, she saw two beams of light zap down from above, one after another. That caught her attention, wondering exactly what the meant. The battle seemed to be getting intense, and thus Ami decided it was time to get a bit closer

But before she could there was an ignition of green light and power surged throughout the forest, looking for ways to escape, even if it meant to knock down the trees which set their roots there. It made Ami cover her face as the power flushed out, “Whoa.”

Emi did find a powerful one. Another light beam happened and then she saw what looked like a droid that was attacking Emi as well, hey!

“Hey that isn’t fair!” Ami instantly jumped off the small cliff she was on, landing onto the hard winter ground. There was a small thud, her knee buckling at the force of the drop and her letting out a tiny grunt to match. When Ami looked up, Emi had clapped. Well, that probably did something, did Emi get sneaky and infected Broly? That usually was the go-to trigger! Emi finally shook off the blind it looked like, zooming toward the canopy of trees and firing blast after blast at Broly and the little droid. Poor droid. Ami took a moment to watch Emi go at it still, waiting on her opening. Her fiendish friend was hopping around like a flying monkey and sending blasts from her mouth now, things truly were heating up!

And then Emi finally charged toward the man, her claws extended and going for what looked like a killing blow, and Ami knew that after that attack was her opening. She zoomed toward the battlefield, and took out Dodoco, Emi’s round pet thing and flung him at Broly! Once he landed next to the raging Saiyan, he exploded into a concussion like blast that would disorient the Saiyan.

Her eyes shimmered and changed from sapphires to emeralds and pressure ran from her body, and finally uprooting the trees which had tried desperately to remain home. Her aura exploded from her body violently, sending tremors and cracks through the earth. Her power continued to rise, the light of her aura filling the forest with a golden light right before that light became a deadlier hot crimson. Ami could no longer hold her voice in, and almost in the same vein as Broly her voice cracked, and she cried.

It was just as Broly to her, this was painful. This wasn’t a normal Saiyan transformation – it didn’t even come from a natural Saiyan. The power poked and prodded out of her body like a menacing spirit that looked for blood. At the apex of the power explosion, Ami’s gaze simmered down upon Broly, and she took hold of her sword. She turned to him, taking on a stance with her sword, leaning her body low and the blade above her head. The steel of the blade sparked with energy and there was a loud, mind-numbing hum coming from it. The blade was now hot orange with sparks of electricity bouncing off, showing the giant Saiyan the threats of its purpose.

Almost in an instant, she took a step, the blade bursting with explosive energy, and attempted to cleave him in half with a vertical cut downward from the top of his head, ready to violently split him like a melon. Her arm whipped the blade to the side, her muscles constricting and defining on her arms as she halted the sword in its tracks. Steam hissed from the blade, calling for more of Broly’s blood with its sizzle and Ami would not leave her sword in drought. Her foot slid forward, adding balance to her diagonal slash with enough power to split not only Broly into more pieces, but to also send a shockwave of pressure and momentum. That pressure would smash down trees, taking them from their rooted homes forcefully.

Crimson illuminance casted a dark heavy shadow upon the ground, and it showed the shadow of a deadly woman instead of a girl swinging that blade as if the blade itself shared the weight of a feather. Once Broly tasted the steel, he’d know that this blade carried more weight than mountains could hold. Her final swing was a rebound slash, Ami stopping the blade while it aimed itself toward the sky, and it returned it’s cut path, wanting insurance that she rendered his armor useless and in pieces.

Her power instantly drained down from its heights which made her wince and grunt in pain from the backlash of the drop, the crimson lightshow ending with no call for an encore. But that didn’t stop Ami from giving Emi a quick look and a smirk.

“I don’t think he can keep up.”

And she dissipated completely, as if she had never existed. In the viewpoint of both Broly and Emi, they could see the sword explode with its orange hot energy which continued to hum its deadly tune. And they could see just when Ami would drop the massive blade down upon Broly’s shoulder, with aims of dislocating it if she could not cut through. Upon contact with either Broly or the ground an explosion would rock the portion of forest that still stood, blowing out the resistant and raging campfire the Saiyan had once made before.

Zoom, zoom! Got ‘em!

The Saiyan was proving to be pretty tough, something she was glad for. It would be really boring if he fell apart already over this much. She couldn’t gauge his damage, but she knew her attacks were doing what they should. Most fighters wanted to take it easy to start, but she had enough gas in the tank to hit hard early and take advantage of the damage they built up in her berserker phase.

She could feel her strength dwindling down again, and with good timing for it, Ami finally showed up. And this time she started crying!

”Are all Saiyans big cry babies??!” she shouted at the duo, completely unintimidated by their transformations even as they dwarfed her own.

Ami got her first blood in and added a quip, just to have her next attack dodged, making Emi giggle at her friend’s expense.

This didn’t mean her guard was down though. She hadn’t shown a lick of seriousness thus far in the battle, though some would argue her attacks were far too serious to jump into immediately. That was just par the course however, and she was just having fun. Broly had yet to push her at all except to blind her and make her power up a little. She wasn’t taking him seriously at all.

But she was a demon, and a cyborg programmed and trained by the Shadowguard. She was always alert for the next attack.

The muscle baby finally recovered enough to get some fight back in him, shooting a spray of blasts like he held a machine gun in both hands. Pew, pew, pew!

Emi’s hands snapped up and with them came a psychically enforced wall of earth and rock. The first blasts crashed into it, making the ground itself tremble before they chipped away at the defense. The crushing shockwaves of explosions pelted against her flesh, before the wall finally shattered. With only her telekinetic force to stop it, she was smacked with the remaining ones.

He was almost twice her strength and she felt it even in the quick machine gun fire. He had yet to be able to hit her with anything substantial but she didn’t look forward to it.

Had she bitten off more than she could chew? Never! Emi had a really big mouth! But she nodded to herself. This guy was the perfect test subject for their secret weapon!

Giving Broly a sly smile, she clapped her hands again. More puffs of smoke erupted around his hands and arms where he had braced for her impact. Once again, they weren’t quite damaging, but this time sent a sudden and wicked shock right into his nervous system, throwing his body into an almost rigor mortis like stage of rigid muscle.

Her hands lifted after so her fingers covered her lips almost as if in prayer but much more like the gesture of someone scheming, especially with the grin behind it. And yet, before the gesture could be fully appreciated, she clapped again.

With all her vicious speed, ki suddenly welled up on Broly’s arms and chest, exploding almost in the instant of her simple gesture.

Run, run, run. You’ll never escape!

Ami lunged into her assault and Emi put a fist to her chin, trying to remember exactly how the technique worked. She had an ‘aha!’ like moment as the other girl unleashed another explosion of power.

”Ami!” she shouted with a big wave to come over that would bring the girl almost instantly to Emi’s side. ”Let’s do the thing!”

With a quick separation, they mirrored each others poses, sending both their arms straight out and away from each other before they side stepped closer bringing their arms over their heads to point at each other with a loud: ”Fuse!” then another swift gesture into a ”Shun!” and finally back so their finger tips touched: ”Hah!”

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A1. Vital Reversal (1%) {Blind}
A2.. Telekinesis Block A4 {Blind} (+1.5%)
Free. Enhanced Sensor Module on Energy Dan [DR3]
Free. Take Tact (+1.5%)
Hourglass: -5% Ki & Vit
A3. Stun Grenade
Spd. Dirtier Fireworks [DR7] (3%)
A4. Fusion! (9%)
Tact. Handicap

Ki Used: 13% (+3%) (5%)
Trans Ki: 1.5%
Chaotic Ki: 4%
Total Remaining Ki: 75.5%
DMG: 0%

Currently: 100% CF / Knight of Hell


Notes:

Equipment:

As Broly rushed forward, his excitement bubbling over to show on his face, Mimi didn’t move. Her little smirk turned into a full grin that bled with so much condescension and cockiness it would have dripped down her chin.

The dead branches ached in the wind the Saiyan created, creaking and cracking like they might snap right from their trunks and travel with him to the apex of their creation, but Mimi didn’t move a muscle.

When he reached her the golden aura around her shifted, inverting so that the girl herself was bathed in gold over her pink vestige, but what should have spread light now spread darkness.

Broly’s throat glowed like a dragon and the blast he released rivalled the great beast. The bright light of glowing red and orange flames erupted, but they were quickly swallowed by the darkness. This wasn’t to say the attack didn’t burn her, but the flames themselves turned black under her influence and as they licked at her flesh she giggled under the pain. The Saiyan in her was fuelled by fire, and the demon felt a home in the flames.

The fire spread but Mimi’s nose scrunched and her aura burst forward like smoke, catching them all until it the battle field returned to its creepy glow, the flames dancing black and purple as the shadows rolled over their skin.

Two more blasts crackled against Mimi’s body, their explosions rippling through the thick air like it was water and Mimi’s grin grew even wider.

”Is that all you’ve got?” the chimera voice said before laughing.

Her hands lifted in front of her and the darkness suddenly pooled into them. An inverted lightning bolt crashed through them, and she pulled her hands apart so it stretched into a long rod, its darkness impenetrable. The sharp ends of the bolt twisted into sharp blades and she spun the weapon around with a speed that sent another sharp gust of wind through the battle field. The cutting noise sounded more like the cries of the damned then the sharp whistle it should be.

It all happened in a moment that felt like it went on forever and yet was surely just that, a moment. From her new weapon, the darkness then exploded backwards, shrouding her in shadows again before expanding behind her. Despite her singular body, the shadows split to create two separate figures behind her, but neither was that of a child, or even the adult Saiyan warrior that possessed Ami. No, these shadows belonged to something far more grotesque, growing behind her like vicious wraiths fighting through their chains and begging for flesh.

Then she finally moved. If he thought Emi was fast, this fused beast broke that impression apart. The breaking force of her movement could not even keep up, as reality seemed to freeze behind her.

Her small hand was curled into a fist and she slammed it towards his wounded torso with a strength that could have eviscerate a weaker fighter. The only thing that matched her speed was the two wraiths and they had grown to epic proportions in their short trip to him. They crashed forward with her strike, engulfing him from both sides in explosive ripping energy that aimed to tear him into ribbons before blowing him apart.

Time caught up.

The dead trees were ripped from the ground where the wraiths had touched them and a hurricane of wind exploded behind her kicking up a huge cloud of dust that attacked Broly as much as the wraiths, burning into his eyes until the moon was entirely blotched over and the torn battlefield was shrouded in complete darkness.

But Mimi was far from done. Drunk on power she found him in the muck, her explosive fist rushing towards his face. Once again, hit or not, the end of her reach activated an explosion. There was no pushing back Emi’s attacks or fighting against her punches. As soon as they met resistance, they exploded.

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Hourglass: -5% Ki & Vit
Free. Take All
A1. MM + Equip Adamantium Hardened Rod of Balor (Staff/Sword)
A2. Charge (2%)
A3-4. Dragon Fist [DR12.5] (11%) {Death} PL: 24,439,233
Spd. Solar Flare (1%)
Tact. Mastered Seraphin Punch [DR4] {Lucky Freezing} (0.5%)

Ki Used: 14.5% (5%)
Trans Ki: 1%
Chaotic Ki: 4%
Total Remaining Ki: 52%
DMG: 5.38%

Currently: 100% CF / Super Saiyan 2

Notes:

Equipment:

While her key attack might have missed, there was still satisfaction to be had as she felt Broly’s head snap back, and she danced through the smog she created while he fooled around, planting her feet in the end to face him.

The curtain of darkness was pierced by Broly’s attack, the bright red moon casting an eerie glow. Mimi’s hands lifted with a glow of their own, and she caught the blade of ki, turning with it into a swift spin. Her hands clenched, shattering the ki until it was only a spear in her hands, and her turn went a full three hundred and sixty degrees she released it. The bolt snapped from her grasp like lightning. What it lacked in damage it more than made up for in speed and made the fused girl giggle again.

Now that the dust covering the moon started to subside, the partial moon would be able to view the battlefield once more and refill it with light – if there wasn’t already a grouping of aggressive clouds forming in the skies, the color of tar. Quickly, the battlefield had become almost pitch black again without the moon as its light source, only the aura of the mad titan lit the area – that was until a sudden bright flash of light exploded.

A lightning bolt smashed into the ground, turning this artificial night into day in a flash and shaking Valhalla on its contact. A boom, like a drum, exploded outward with volumes high enough to deafen. Strikes of lightning started out slow and at the outskirts of the battlefield, but soon began to strike down faster and making a pathway toward a singular point, Mimi.

Torrent after torrent of purple lightning smashed into the ground, rendering chunks of dirt and stone from Valhalla’s flesh with ease. Multiple strikes of lightning would attack Broly, and with his frame, they wouldn't do much damage but the pure electrical force enveloped the entire battle field, shocking his body and freezing up his joints.

This was all Mimi’s display of power, the lightning her own aura. As it finally started striking all around Mimi, an explosion of energy turned the lightning strikes into a true column of power, dyed purple and rising into space like a beacon. The column expanded several yards around Mimi, the fused girl floating nonchalantly at the epicenter of the column.

It was a great power, the power that would shatter Scouters and break minds, but Mimi floated in it with a childish hum – a devil’s hum and giggle. Her arms were behind her head, and she rocked as if she were in a hammock. She was so relaxed to a point that it was total condescension, and she seemed… bored, unimpressed, and making fun of him. “Is this really all the power you got,” she asked before yawning restating her question before – adding a few more words. But she was serious. Was this all he had? Backpedaling and defending – was this all he could muster?

Pity. But she grinned about it. She pointed her finger like a gun before he could regather himself. ”Pew!” she shouted and a beam erupted from her finger tip, leaving Broly to understand just a bit what a normal human felt like when fired at. Luckily for him, his toughness made him a human in a bullet proof vest, but the piercing round of energy would still leave it’s mark.

She spun in the air like a fish, and once more her aura exploded around her casting long shadows from the remaining trees and rubble. In a blink she shot forward with all her strength and will. The reality was that she truly was one moment there and the next instantly upon him, no matter how he tried to move, with the visage of a black nightmare train towering over them both like a skyscraper. The chaotic image showed teeth where the cow catcher would be, and there were two cartoony, yet villainous eyes that glared down at the Mad Titan.

Once more her small fists where outstretched to hit him first, but the speed and power this time was enough to eviscerate him. Her strength had risen even higher with the transformation and even the power of this attack, and she would literally dive right through him if he didn’t manage any defense, the locomotive behind her chugging along.

If the beam managed to make him feel mortal, this attack would do the same. This time however, he was merely human against a freight train.

”Choo choo!”

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Free. Hourglass -5% vit & ki
Free. Crush Stance
Spd. Reversal vs Atomic Blast: Mastered Suiken [DR2] (.5%) [+33% bonus dmg]
A1. Lost Regulated Super Saiyan 3 [+40.5% all, +255% Str/Tou, +65% spd, +150% sta, +75% vit]* [Energy damage Special]
A2. Psychic Spark [2 Action Stun]
A3. Mastered Suiken [DR2] (.5%) [+38% bonus dmg]
A4-Tact. Instant Charged Chaotic Puar’s Signature Dragon Dive [DR9] (8%)(2%-Chaos Ki) {Undodgable} {Death} Pl: 15.4million Str: 3.3million [+154% bonus dmg]

Ki Used:  11% (5%)
Trans Ki: 3% (1%)
Chaotic Ki: 2%
Total Remaining Ki: 35% (Note: used 1% too much ki on Dragon Fist becuz someone forgot about my custom item)
DMG: 5.38%

Currently: 100% CF / Super Saiyan 3


INT 18,487
CHA 9,843
DET 33,821

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Equipment: