Nappa
Roleplay Guide
Posts: 492
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
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Post by Nappa on Aug 1, 2023 4:16:53 GMT -5
Zenkai, Training Amplifier, Champion Lvl 1 Hulking was a frustrating word for the Saiyan. It implied a crouching figure, a dark shadow, an individual who was upset or dealing with other, related negative emotions.
Nappa typically wasn’t of that mind. While he did have a temper that he worked to contain, typically he found himself socially awkward, shy, and with a positive outlook that made people smile and call him things like “gentle giant” in what he assumed was a compliment.
Despite this, he couldn’t deny the facts: the Third Class Warrior was built like a tank, coming in at around 2.1 meters tall and shoulders roughly .75 meters. Even just sitting down on the couch at Kame House, watching reality television and sipping Capsule Corp Soda, he was a hulking mass.
It didn’t matter, as he wasn’t thinking about how unreasonably large he was at that moment; the tension had just racketed up in “the house” from the show, as Ivy had just discovered that Bear, her situationship of the week, was in a room with Willow, and the door was locked! He was glued to his seat as the front door slammed open, with Roshi shouting obscenities in the strange way he chose to.
“Grip-daggum candied yams!” Nappa quickly grabbed the remote, and - lightning fast - switched the channel to a nature documentary. The narrator was discussing how grass grew, or something equally boring.
“What’s wrong, Master?” Nappa asked as the Turtle Hermit continued to stomp around the living room, big, wet tears streaming down both sides of his face.
He removed his hands from his cheek, revealing a comical handprint. The Saiyan struggled to keep a straight face as the old master rambled on about minding his business and being assaulted by someone out on his island. After a few seconds of (obviously) outlandish storytelling, he demanded, “Now go out there and kick her butt! As my student, I am ordering you to defend me on behalf of Kame School! That will be your training for today; now, I’m going to ice my face!”
Vaguely amused, but mostly in the mood for a good fight, Nappa decided to oblige, nodded sagely at the martial arts sensei before heading out the door. Once outside, it wasn’t difficult to see who had caused all the commotion: a pale woman stood just past the shoreline. Her hair was jet black and tied into a ponytail.
Nappa tugged at his shirt, letting the crumbs fall to the ground that had accumulated on his person during the several hour stint he’d spent as a layabout potato. The Empire was under the impression he’d been training all day, every day that he was at Roshi’s island, but a lot of the time, the master didn’t feel like training, and so Nappa filled his time with whatever he wanted to.
He experimentally brushed his front, making sure they were all gone, and finally spoke. “Hey!” He waved, despite the fact the two of them were maybe a dozen feet apart at most. Glancing behind him, he lowered his voice so Roshi wouldn’t hear what he was about to say and storm out to yell at him. ”Whatever happened between you two, I’m just going to go ahead and assume it’s his fault.”
He gave a toothy grin, the gap in his teeth showing, before continuing. “So, I’m sorry about... whatever it was - I don’t even think I want details. I only came out here because he wants me to fight you and preserve his honor. He doesn’t have any...” Nappa added, rolling his eyes, ”...but if you’re strong enough to hurt the Master, perhaps you wouldn’t mind giving me a display of your power anyway? I haven’t had many opportunities to test my new abilities, yet, and I’d love one.”
He paused, before adding, “I’m Nappa. You don’t have to tell me who you are, but if you don’t, I’m gonna call you Ponytail.”
I guess if she says no, I can always go back to my program... but now I’m excited!
He’d planned on politely going along with whatever her response was, but his blood sang for a good training session. Ugh, I really hope they run that episode back soon
As far as Ponytail, he figured, if she hadn’t wanted to fight, and ended up not liking him for this, it would be fine. He didn’t need a new friend. Rushing forward, he used the strength in his calves to keep his forward momentum up despite the loose granules of sand threatening to slow him down, and threw two quick punches at her midsection.
He wasn’t trying to be fancy with them or anything of the sort, but simply gauge her reaction time and how well she could take a punch. Since Master Roshi still hadn’t taught him how to sense Ki, he had no idea of how strong he was in relation to the woman in front of him.
After the two quick jabs, he lifted his right leg and swung it, the sound whistling through the air as the Saiyan attempted to knock her ribs around. The air that had been dispersed as a result of his kick sent a wave about the size of a large child flying backwards into the ocean behind them, which made him smile; he hadn’t ever done that before.
Squatting, he grabbed two fistfuls of sand, and shouted, “Think fast!” before reopening his fists and slamming his head roughly into where he assumed Ponytail’s abdomen would be. It was a trick he’d learned a while ago - for some reason, saying ‘think fast’ right before what looked like you were going to throw something at a person always made them believe the object would be flying at them. If this woman was anything like the children he’d spent time around, she would try to avoid the nonexistent clods of sand off instinct, and get a bellyful of his bald noggin.
Close as he was, Nappa attempted to use his body size to his advantage and corner her into a more physical confrontation for the moment; he wasn’t against using Ki in battles, but he was still in the process of fully understanding what kind of Ki user he wanted to be - not to mention, the two of them could mess around and accidentally blow up Kame House, and Nappa didn’t have enough money to get it fixed.
Actions:
- N/a [First Post]
- Zekmant Stance [Free]
- N/a [Scouter]
- 2 Quick Attacks
- 1 Special Attack [Speed]
- 1 Special Attack
- Initiate Grapple
Ki Used: 0% Ki Remaining: 100% Damage Taken: 0%
Notes:
- +3% Physical Attack Damage[Leather Gloves]
- Ki Mastery 2
- Shishio
Stats:
Power Level: 75% of 147,246 Ki: 75% of 73,623
Strength: 18,268 (16,268 + 2000) Speed: 18,756 (16,756 + 2000) Toughness: 18,871 (16,671 + 2200) Stamina: 18,328 (16,328 + 2000) Vitality: 18,156 (16,156 + 2000)
Determination: 265 Charisma: 194 Intelligence: 280 (270 + 10)
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Post by Art3mis on Aug 1, 2023 18:00:52 GMT -5
We all the men of this planet such disgusting swine? Obsidian could understand the desire the old man had for her, she obviously had an attractive physique. She wasn't arguing that fact. But the absolute audacity of his to insist that she be stuck wearing that pathetic excuse for an outfit as her uniform if she wanted to train under one of the more renowned masters of this planet? It was a sexy little number and she wouldn't have minded actually owning the piece for her own collection for her own "private time" but as a training uniform? He was lucky she had only slapped him. She might have been drastically depowered since her escape from Toffit but that didn't mean she didn't have some capabilities to inflict lethal bodiliy damage when needed. Her thoughts were derailed as a gruff, masculine voice called out to her from the direction of the old pervert's house. Looking towards the source she was rewarded by the sight of a towering mountain of a man. A student of the old perverts maybe? Or perhaps just hired muscle to help the living fossile feel better about being smacked by a female? Or maybe it was the old man's secrect gay lover and he had come to confront her after the old man had falsely accused her of something dumb like how she had tried to seduce him and in his rejection she had assaulted him. That laste one would have made for an entertaining, even juicy, story if it were true but beyond that possibility Obsidian didn't much care about his reasons. The man mountain launched into apologies of all things first before explaining how the old pervert wanted him to come out and fight her to defend his honor, something the man claimed the old pervert lacked entirely. Obsidian wondered how much use a master like the old man actually was if this man was a student of his yet lacked any kind of enthusiasm or passion from how he acted. He offered her his name, Nappa, and said that she wasn't required to give him hers but if she didn't he would be referring to her as "Ponytail". She had maybe a second or two before he seemed to give up on his lack of caring what his master wanted from him and he attacked. Dashing forward and kicking up the sand behind him he threw a set of quick punches at her midsection. The rapid shift in his demeanor was enough to surprise a normal person. Despite the fact that Obsidian wasn't a "normal person" by typical standards her body wasn't as quick to act as she once could and instead of getting to swat away Nappa's fists with simple taps of her hands she found herself missing her mark and being driven back along the beach by his blows. Her boots digging into the sands to keep the living tank of muscles from sending her right off into the waves altogether. He had knocked the wind out of her but there wasn't anything worse than maybe a bad bruise or two from the attack. Her body moved the way she wanted it to for his next attack, using their difference in height to allow her to duck down under his leg in order to avoid being further downgraded to the status of a ragdoll for him to beat on. If she were a less classy woman she would have even made sure to take the clearly obvious opening he had provided her and connect her fist to his crotch in the process. But then again this was now a fight and she needed to take every opportunity and opening she could find in order to claim victory for herself. Coming back up from her crouching dodge she would add enough momentum to launch herself off the ground in the process to deliver a Rising Knee to Nappa's crotch. The hulking man soon dropped to his knees, his hands seemingly scooping up fistfuls of sand in the process at Obsidian watched him. He shouted for her to think fast, an obvious ploy to get the attention from her that she was already granting him. She wasn't stupid enough that she wasn't paying attention to his actions, they were fighting after all. Empty air was all that was thrown at her however as his head instead slammed up into her stomach and pushed her back a good foot or two in the process, saliva erupting from her mouth as the sudden impact forced it open. She had enough time to take notice of Nappa's attempts to close that small gap between them with his arms held wide in the sign of an obvious attempt at a bear hug but Obsidian once again found herself too slow to react. A combination of her new body just being nowhere near as fast as she once had been and the stunning impact of Nappa's bald noggin against her guts left her wide open for the man to embrace in his crushing hold. Obsidian needed a way to turn this to her advantage. She brought up her knee twice more in rapid succession, aiming to loosen Nappa's grip on her with another pair of Rising Knee strikes in order to get a bit more room to move her limbs and open space to strike. At the very least she attempted to strike her head against his, sharp and quick with two powerful impacts. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Actions: Free: Release Ki to 75% 1: Dodge Action 5 2: Rising Knee (-2% Ki) 3: Rising Knee (-2% Ki) 4: Rising Knee (-2% Ki) Grapple 1: Special Attack Grapple 2: Special Attack Ki Used: 6% Ki Remaining: 94% Damage Taken: Notes: Stats: Power Level: 75% / 92,552 Ki: 75% / 46,276 Strength: 11,390 (11,355 + 35) Speed: 11,272 (11,237 + 35) Toughness: 11,770 (11,335 + 435) Stamina: 11,931 (11,896 + 35) Vitality: 11,725 (11,690 + 35)
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Nappa
Roleplay Guide
Posts: 492
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
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Post by Nappa on Aug 2, 2023 17:58:51 GMT -5
As the Saiyan loomed ever closer to the woman clad in all black, a thought clicked into his mind: this woman was the type of person to slap Master Roshi across the face. He had done a lot of crash course learning of Earth culture over the past few weeks, and one thing that he felt absolutely sure of was that the kind of woman who would slap a man across the face is absolutely also the kind who would knee a man in the crotch... and he was within arm’s reach of her, with his legs wide, leaving his groin completely available for attack.
As quickly as he could, the Saiyan tried to twist his legs to the left, protecting his Ancient Gems from any potential sneak attack; before he could even fully turn his body, he felt a clack against his thigh that made his leg shiver from the impact. Nappa was still recovering from the attempt on his manhood when yet again, her kneecap banged against his bones, and he could feel pain briefly course through his muscles.
“Under Yamoshi’s moon!” he growled, taking a step back. He could feel his leg throbbing, but tried to ignore it and get his head back in the game; getting distracted about his groin had allowed Ponytail to get the upper hand, but he didn’t plan to just roll over and give up after a single exchange. His eyes focused as she seemed to take a cue from him, angling her body to crack her own head against him.
Well, if she wanted something to headbutt, so be it.
Letting the sand shift under his feet smoothly, he slipped to the side, just out of reach of her forehead, and lifted his right elbow, intending to have it crash into the strange woman’s nose. She really was a naturally gifted fighter, already leaving Nappa on his toes.
He knew he had to keep pushing in order to truly gain the upper hand once again, so as she leaned in to bean him yet again with her skull, the Saiyan switched arms (not wanting to wear out either elbow) and attempted the same move, once again, trying to strike her face with a clean ‘bow strike. As he slid his considerable mass out of the way of her rampaging, his counter this time was aimed not for her nose, but her cheek.
He continued to move around even after attempting the hit, trying to get into her blind spot; the Saiyan didn’t want to run all the way behind her, because he’d been taught since a young age that everyone always tried to fight a person from behind. Instead, he wanted her to predict where he was, and (hopefully) guess wrong.
His hands filled with the familiar orange glow of Ki, as though they were hands coated in molten iron. Energy pulsing through his veins, he quickly made two monster fists, and crouched into a boxer’s stance. Throwing the first punch at her ribs, and the second where he assumed her liver might be, the Saiyan hoped, even as the light faded from his fingertips, that he’d landed.
He took a quick breath, and smiled. Fighting was exhilarating.
Actions:
- Dodge vs A2 [Toughness Action] (Zekmant Stance) Not RP’d, already RP’d that time
- Block vs A3 (Zekmant Stance)
- Block vs A4(Zekmant Stance)
- Power Level Counter vs G1
- Character Level Counter vs G2
- Blast Punch [Grapple 1] -2% Ki
- Blast Punch [Grapple 2] -2% Ki
Ki Used: 4% Ki Remaining: 96% Damage Taken: 0%
Notes:
- +3% Physical Attack Damage[Leather Gloves]
- 2 Counters Remaining
- Ki Mastery 2
- Shishio
Stats:
Power Level: 75% of 160,292 Ki: 75% of 80,146
Strength: 18,268 (16,268 + 2000) Speed: 18,756 (16,756 + 2000) Toughness: 22,645 (16,671 + 2200 + 20%[3774]) Stamina: 17,445 (16,328 + 2000 - 883) Vitality: 21,788 (16,156 + 2000 + 20%[3632])
Determination: 265 Charisma: 194 Intelligence: 280 (270 + 10)
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Post by Art3mis on Aug 4, 2023 0:02:03 GMT -5
Obsidian had to give Nappa the proper credit. He was large and bulked up but he could make quick enough moves to keep up with her own attacks in order to protect his precious male anatomy. His thigh had absorbed the initial knee she had attempted to deliver to said anatomy, an odd cry about the moon of some place called "Yamoshi". Yet even that distraction was only for a matter of a couple of seconds. He aptly responded to her attempts to repeatedly smash her head against him with an elbow to either side of her face, appropriately knocking her around while keeping her in his personal space. The giant of a man slipped around her with the opening, his fists flared with ki before smashing into the side of her open abdomen. She hacked up some more spit and even a touch of bile from the force, suspecting at least one or two of her new ribs were at least fractured from the blows. She supposed that was better than having them out-right broken by the brute. She had to take the fight back from him. There was no way she was going to let this Nappa ruin the new body she had acquired for herself like this and not make him earn it. Though if she had her way she'd make him pay for the experience entirely. Finding her footing she turned to the man with a devious smirk. "Your master expects the women who seek his training to wear attire best suited for a woman celebrating on the night of her union with her beloved as their uniform. You as his student aren't afraid to strike those women who reject his lecherous desires at his whims. Or are you even his student? I had first thought a male looking like you do may have been the old man's lover or even simply some hired muscle when you approached me."Talking was a way of throwing people off their game during a fight. Mental games and psychological warfare were simple tools like striking at extremely sensitive physical weaknesses of certain genders. This was one of those times that she needed to put those dirtier tactics to work. Tucking her hands down at her sides, palms open and held facing Nappa with the tips of her fingers pointing down she stepped quickly. Striking in the same instant the newly freed Celestial put the focus into her right arm despite attempting to feint by attacking with her left in uniform motions, twisting her hand so that her fingers would point up by the time her palm slammed into the generously wide torso of her opponent. Her feint carried into a string of strikes, her open palm closing into a solid fist as her right arm pulled back. One after the other her fists would piston in a series of strikes aimed for the general area she had attempted to strike with her palm. Using the cover of her assault from her fists Obsidian moved to kick the man's legs out from under him with a sharp spin of her body, aiming to bring her knee up with the rotational force and drive it into him once more. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Actions: 1: Stun Loss 2: Focused Palm Strike (-2% ki [DR1]) 3: Friction Focus (-3% Ki [DR1]) 4: Razor Swipe (-2% ki [DR1.5]) Ki Used: 7% Ki Remaining: 87% Damage Taken: Notes: Stats: Power Level: 75% / 92,552 Ki: 75% / 46,276 Strength: 11,390 (11,355 + 35) Speed: 11,272 (11,237 + 35) Toughness: 11,770 (11,335 + 435) Stamina: 11,931 (11,896 + 35) Vitality: 11,725 (11,690 + 35)
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Nappa
Roleplay Guide
Posts: 492
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
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Post by Nappa on Aug 5, 2023 2:07:52 GMT -5
“Your master expects the women who seek his training...”
Nappa’s eyes looked up, confused. She had said nothing thus far in the fight - hadn’t even deigned to give him her name - but now in the middle of their fight, she wanted to monologue about the old Master? He’d already been clear that he didn’t find any reason to defend the old pervert’s actions.
For a moment, the goliath remembered a human podcast he’d heard a fellow Saiyan listening to, discussing the inconsistencies with human women and how certain men, labeled alphas, could navigate the rough waters of the mating pool with relative ease. He’d thought at the time it all sounded like hogwash, but for a split second on Roshi’s Island, he gave it a bit more consideration.
“You as his student aren’t afraid to strike those women...”
At that point, Nappa dropped his guard, letting his arms drop to his sides. This felt as out of place as a scene in a daytime drama where the female lead began to berate some barely-crafted male character for several uninterrupted minutes. In fact, he felt that Ponytail half-expected applause as she talked, the same way the live audiences did for the shows he was speaking of.
“...Or are you even his student?”
Was this a fight still, or was she merely going to taunt him now? Their interaction had barely begun, so if it was already over, it would have been truly disappointing to him.
“...thought a male looking like you do may have been the old man’s lover...”
Nappa blinked, confusion and disgust hastily scribbled across his face. Was she accusing him of being the Turtle Hermit’s... pleasure? The thought made him want to retch, and he felt an unavoidable need to try and defend himself, despite the transparent tactics to get under his skin.
“There is no way you seriously thought--” but time slowed down for him at that moment. He didn’t have a single clue what the woman in all black was attempting, but he knew she was attempting something, because he’d seen her muscles tense in both arms, despite them being at her sides.
There was no time to think of a cunning strategy; the muscles in his legs coiled, and the Saiyan launched himself into the air, sending sand sprawling every which way from the force of his lift. He flew back several feet, almost losing his balance as he landed. He’d gotten out of reach of whatever it was the woman had attempted to do - he’d known that for sure, because her hands were right where he’d been a moment before, in some kind of claw shape?
Maybe she’d planned on scratching him.
Regardless, she was already after him again, and he was still pinwheeling to keep his balance. Damn it, why do I have to be so top-heavy?
Before he could steady himself effectively, the woman had approached, jabbing him all over his chest. They were hitting him strangely, making him really feel the cloth he was wearing. He could have sworn her punches were giving him carpet burn. After her volley of jabs, he actually went to rub his chest, to feel the spots where he had heated up, but it seemed the part of the battle where they took long breaks between exchanges had started and ended with her strangely homophobic monologue.
He had just grazed his own shirt with his palm when she lifted her leg yet again, cracking him in the side. “Argh!” Did her boots have blades in them or something? What was that? No matter; he clearly couldn’t expect any consistency out of this woman - she would talk or not at her leisure, and she would similarly fight or rest at her own pace.
An idea clicked in his head, to try out something new. Roshi had been teaching him a lot lately about the different ways that someone could get an upset stomach (not that he particularly listened well; his stomach was an iron fortress, being a Saiyan) but it had given him an idea about a new attack, and he was eager to try it out.
He’d been watching how she moved the entire fight, and generally based on what parts were soft and which were hard, he could make some guesses about the vital parts of her digestion system; making two quick finger guns, he took a quick step closer and began to harshly poke at several very specific parts of her body.
If enough of his hits landed, and he was loosely right about the anatomy of the person in front of him...
He wasn’t actually angry with the woman he was fighting with, but rage seemed to be the only thing he had found thus far that could bring his full power to bear. He let his body tense, feeling the same feelings he did when his temper truly flared up. A flash of golden light enveloped him, so fast he could have imagined it, and was gone.
In its place, Nappa’s aura pulsed - not orange, as it typically did, or even yellow as it had a moment before. No, as wind whipped around him, sending sediment flying, the Saiyan was coated in a translucent bloodred Ki. He roared, feeling the thrum through his veins of his heart rate rising; it had been far too long since he’d really tried to push himself.
He winced, a strangled cry filling the air as two actual arms pushed outside his body, protruding from his back like some kind of alien monstrosity. Master Roshi had taught him this trick as well, and while it was an utterly vile thing to be able to do to one’s body, it came in handy.
Ready, the Saiyan shot forward, first clasping his upper two hands together, and rearing back, before swinging the interlocked fingers forward like a hammer, headed straight for the young woman’s shoulder. He wanted to try and knock her off balance early for this new exchange between them.
Utterly locked in to the fight, he took a step into her personal space, and lifted his right leg. Utilizing all his new strength, he attempted to kick her in the midsection and knock the wind from her. As his leg went for the kick, one of his normal arms prepared as well. The second he put his foot back down, his right arm went for a knockout punch, trying to clock Ponytail in the jaw.
He took a quick inhale; he could feel the rust shaking off as he fought. His feet were lighter, and he bounced on his toes. Being such a mountain of a man as he was, he felt a little ashamed going for this next attack, but he didn’t hesitate: reaching forward, he attempted to grab the woman by the back of her head with his upper arms and knee her squarely in the face.
In fact, he ignored the shame he felt so much that he did the same move twice more; perhaps if he bloodied her face up a bit, she’d apologize for trying to knee him where Sol didn’t shine. Remembering that she had readily tried to take such a cheap shot made him feel better about his strategy. Actions:
- ST(1/6) + Dodge vs A2 [Toughness Action]
- Take A3 and A4(Free)
- Rough Acupuncture[Custom Fundamental, DR 1] -2% Ki
- Transform into Giji Super Saiyan -1.5% Ki
- Shiyoken(Free) -1%
- 3 Special Attacks
- 3 Special Attacks
Ki Used: 4.5% Ki Remaining: 91.5% Damage Taken: 0%
Notes:
- +3% Physical Attack Damage[Leather Gloves]
- 2 Counters Remaining
- Double Physicals
- 5/6 Speed Teleports Remaining
- Ki Mastery 2
- Shishio
Stats:
Power Level: 75% of 199,302 Ki: 75% of 99,651
Strength: 24,788 (16,268 + 2800 + 30%[5720]) Speed: 25,163 (16,756 + 2800 + 30%[5807]) Toughness: 27,231 (16,671 + 3500 + 35%[7060]) Stamina: 22,989 (16,328 + 2800 + 30%[5738] - 1877) Vitality: 24,643 (16,156 + 2800 + 30%[5687])
Determination: 265 Charisma: 194 Intelligence: 280 (270 + 10)
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Post by Art3mis on Aug 6, 2023 2:05:46 GMT -5
It was rather pointless but Obsidian found herself thriving, practically overjoyed even, by the facts that she had finally landed not just one of her attacks upon the mountain of muscles that had come challenge her but two! She wondered if it was a side effect of this new body of hers? The experienced soul now residing within her appealing form knew better than to celebrate over some minor victories such as landing one or two blows against an opponent. But the fact that she had virtually been an oversized ragdoll thus far for Nappa to beat on somehow just made it feel that much more thrilling to know that she had finally started to return the favor. The man lumbered forward for her once more having had a chance to take in the fact that she had managed to strike him on the majority of her attacks. His hands held in an odd formation as he began to seemingly poke towards her at random. Obsidian didn't trust that the odd attack wouldn't lead to something more detrimental in the long run. She willed her legs to give out, her body blurring slightly as her form sank quicker in an attempt to duck down under the thrusts and prodding of Nappa's fingers as she dropped down into the splits before him. The nimbleness of her new form surprising her in the process. It wasn't something she had been aware of prior to this fight but now it was something she was sure she would keep in mind of at minimum. As surprising as her nimble ability to perform a perfect split seemingly on instinct was it was somewhat more impressive to Obsidian that her new body was able to recover from the position just as quickly as simply thinking about it had been. Pulling her forward leg back she pulled her knee up and pressed her foot against the beach's sands. Flipping back up and landing on her feet. The action stunned Obsidian herself. She would for sure be remembering this body's physical capabilities from this point on. Something as flexible and dexterous as her body would definitely need to be keep maintained and in prime condition. Her aweing over her own body was a distraction that would cost her however, as all momentary thoughts about one's self in battle tended to do. Nappa began to emit an aura of his own ki that seemed to travel through an odd gradiant that began orange, turned a shining shade of some kind of yellow, and settled down to a translucent red not unlike that of watered down blood. The sight alone was enough for Obsidian to become fully aware that she was somehow far more outclassed than she had entered this fight believing. Her initial read on Nappa's ki had her understanding that while he was stronger than her it wasn't by enough to keep this from being an actual fight that she could potentially still win. The spike she sensed from him now, however, all but promised her that she lacked any way to close the gap between the two of them now. 'This power. A transformation?'It was all Obsidian had time to ponder as she watched an additional pair of limbs painfully sprout from Nappa's torso. The man wasted no time in waiting for the obvious pain to dull and instead moved in to attack Obsidian yet again, this time putting his new limbs to work as well. Each blow struck her hard and fast. Too man arms from a single source for her to keep up with. The first few attacks she had manage to intercept with her own hands, blocking and deflecting the blows away but the attacks ended up overwhelming her to the point that three more strikes. The fact he had included the use of his legs in his attacks despite having gained an advantage on the number of limbs between the two of them was a fair tactic to catch her unaware himself. A foot smashed into her abdomen and caused her to double over, right into the path of a hooked fist right into the side of her jaw that sent her flying through the air and rolling against the ground in a momentary daze. She picked herself back up, a moment spared as she retched a combination of stomach fluids and blood up onto the shores of the old man's island. Still she forced herself to her feet, her eyes locking on him and filled with a flame of determination. Just because she had ascertained the fact that the fight had become all but absolutely one-sided against her didn't mean she was just going to surrender or admit to the shame of her defeat. She would still make this Nappa earn his victory all the same. Rising back to her full height she held open either of her hands at her sides. An orb of ki, swirling violet and silver streams of light condensed down into perfect spheres, in each of them. If he was bringing out transformations than she herself would be bringing out her own heavy artillery. A full volley of blasts were launched at Nappa, covering fire in a hope to either have him relocate himself into a more open position or to force him to to protect himself out of a sense of self-preservation. It was to set up for her next attack regardless. She moved, shooting forward with a similar burst of speed like that when she had dodged Nappa's odd poking attack Obsidian closed the distance between herself and Nappa with one open palm outstretched towards him in an attempt to touch him. The ability to physically connect with him was irrelevent however as she instead produced a far larger ki orb in her palm the moment she got close enough to consider it a point-blank blast. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Actions: 1: ST + Dodge A3 2: Block A6 3: Energy Dan (-7% Ki [DR3]) 4: ST + Galactic Blow (-8% Ki [DR4]) (SP 15,780) Ki Used: 15% Ki Remaining: 72% Damage Taken: Notes: - Ki Mastery 1
- 3/5 Speed Teleports Remaining
Stats: Power Level: 75% / 92,552 Ki: 75% / 46,276 Strength: 11,390 (11,355 + 35) Speed: 11,272 (11,237 + 35) Toughness: 11,770 (11,335 + 435) Stamina: 11,931 (11,896 + 35) Vitality: 11,725 (11,690 + 35)
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Post by Riki on Aug 6, 2023 11:04:05 GMT -5
Okay, so both of you are too stiff. It feels very stop, go, stop go, versus a more fluid interaction and battle. I liked Karas’ description of the effects of certain attacks on her body, but his final round of defenses did not match Nappa’s attacks, which is a big deal breaker for me. I feel like you're both getting a decent grasp on your characters while mixing in a certain level of humor, and it's been a good read. Nappa is definitely getting there faster though, and is easing into the flow a bit better. RP Award goes to Nappa. Onto DMG. This is my n00b DMG system meaning lower DRs and combos hit harder or else we’d be here all day. I have a lower modifier on physical attacks meaning the strength vs toughness difference is more impactful, and that can be felt heavily on those last SAs with the transformation along with the poor defense. Nappa: 4.29% Obsidian: 24.73%
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Nappa
Roleplay Guide
Posts: 492
Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
Status: Contact Me
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Post by Nappa on Aug 7, 2023 11:45:35 GMT -5
“This power... a transformation?”
Oh, so she knew about transforming. That was interesting. It made the chances of Ponytail being a natural-born Earthen woman somewhat smaller. If she wasn’t Human, though, (and he really was starting to think that was the case) ... it still didn’t explain what she was!
“What can I say?” Nappa asked rhetorically during the next lull in their fight, while she vomited. Her words had hit him so slowly that despite the fact she’d spoken before he had started kneeing her, they hadn’t fully connected with him until that moment, making him look a little weird for waiting so long to reply.
“I like the way it looks.”
After the fighter clad in black managed to get back upright, she jumped into the offensive without even attempting to get her bearings back. Two balls of energy, their Ki a swirling mixture of purple and gray, formed in her hands. Figuring that these blasts were probably going to be aimed at him, Nappa moved to avoid the attack; however, timing was a funny thing, and in the heat of battle, losing focus for even a moment could be the difference between getting the edge on an opponent... or getting hit with their Ki attacks.
“Yeah, that’s my boy, ah hahaha!!! You show that disrespectful, little, uppity girl the power of the Turtle School!”
Nappa’s head was on a swivel - near the door of his house, Master Roshi was... cheerleading him? The thought made him feel uncomfortable - and that feeling changed to bad when her blasts started to connect powerfully with his chest, the light explosions from the contact sending him backwards a couple steps, the wind knocked out of him.
Roshi was still shouting words of encouragement for the Saiyan Warrior (and some choice insults thrown at the woman in black) with no fear of retribution whatsoever. It wasn’t really worth addressing the old pervert, though, so he continued to look at him for only a moment more, before shaking his head and turning back to the fight.
Ponytail had learned to take advantage of those brief pauses in the battle for maximum effect; when he’d turned back to face her, Nappa had expected to see the woman several yards away - like she had been the last time he’d looked. Instead, she was mere feet from him, and gaining on him fast.
In the last moment before she blitzed right in front of him, the woman raised her hand, and a massive ball of Ki appeared, dark and intimidating in nature. He could admit it to himself, he freaked out. Her essentially teleporting in front of him before planning such a powerful attack to hit him had the Saiyan nervous for what kind of damage it could do.
Especially if he was right and this rage attack of hers was a reaction to the Turtle Hermit’s speech from the sidelines. He shouted, “Oh!” followed up by a not-so-kid-friendly word from his vocabulary; panicked, he lifted his arms up in a defensive X, waiting to block the Ki blast... but it never came.
He didn’t fully get what had happened, not realizing that his screech of fear had been in just the right intonation to disperse the attack; he didn’t have time to analyze what had happened until the truth came to him, though. Typically, at this stage in a fight, he probably would have started to pull more Ki attacks out himself, but seeing as he was still trying to protect the island that he trained on, throwing energy balls around could have quickly become a problem.
He pushed the offensive, keeping to a (mostly) physical-only attack style for the moment. Capitalizing on how close she was to him - particularly, that was within arm’s reach - the Saiyan partially crouched, before sending a flurry of jabs to her ribcage. Every few punches, he tried to step a little closer to her, to prevent her from trying to jump away and throw more energy blasts at him.
Nappa didn’t keep track of how many times he tried to hit her, but he knew that he was tiring himself out from repeatedly throwing his arms into quick, repetitive punches. After some amount, though, he had to admit that his elbows were getting sore, and to keep the flow of battle going smoothly, he let the extra arms around his shoulders disappear, leaving only the pair of arms he was born with.
They would have to be enough for him to finish the fight.
Actions:
- Kiai vs A4
- 6 Quick Attacks[Strength Action]
- Shiyoken(Free) -1.5%
- 6 Quick Attacks
- 6 Quick Attacks
- 6 Quick Attacks
- Shiyoken Ends(Free)
Ki Used: 1.5% Ki Remaining: 81.5% Damage Taken: 4.29%
Notes:
- +3% Physical Attack Damage[Leather Gloves]
- 2 Counters Remaining
- Double Physicals
- 5/6 Speed Teleports Remaining
- Ki Mastery 2
- Shishio
Stats:
Power Level: 75% of 201,166 Ki: 75% of 100,583
Strength: 26,695 (16,268 + 2800 + 40%[7627]) Speed: 27,119 (16,756 + 2800 + 40%[7763]) Toughness: 29,248 (16,671 + 3500 + 45%[9077]) Stamina: 24,736 (16,328 + 2800 + 40%[7651] - 2043) Vitality: 19,904 (16,156 + 2800 + 40%[7583] - 6635)
Determination: 265 Charisma: 194 Intelligence: 280 (270 + 10)
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Post by Art3mis on Aug 8, 2023 0:22:05 GMT -5
Obsidian wished she could say she had put all of her focus in the battle she was raging with this muscular colossus named Nappa before her but she knew she would be lying if she did. The old man stood from the doorway of the single pink house that took up the center of the island, shouting words of encouragement towards his student(?) and "talking trash" about Obsidian. The people of this planet, in the short time she had been here thus far, had a word for people like that. Cheerleaders? Was that right? They were often attractive females of this human race dressed in skimpy and/or provocative outfits that seemed to whip crowds into frenzies for competing athletes during their matches. This was certainly an odd planet she had chosen to hide out on for sure. But the old master's words weren't distracting only her. It seemed to have had a similar affect on Nappa as well and earned him several balls of ki slamming into his generous bulk seconds before she had managed to close the gap between them for her larger attack. She was positive the old pervert, whom she had clearly not anticipating appearing once again let alone in such a manner, to draw her opponent's attention away from her initial peppering of energy that had set her main attack up for failure. With her first wave of energy drawing Nappa's attention back to her and away from his master he seemed to be able to have the time and chance to launch some kind of defense against her that she had hoped to avoid. Yet even she was unsure as to what he had done to disrupt the mass of swirling silver and violet produced in her open hand the way he had. She had known of techniques to use sound waves to disturb an opponent in mid-attack as a form of defense but she had never experienced it used in the form of such vulgar language. Her hand ended up pressed against his arms which he had crossed before him and simply rested there for a moment as both of them seemed to allow their brains to catch up and process what had just happened. Obsidian herself made it clear that her foe wasn't the only one who knew how to speak in obscenities. "Fuuuu----"She had to react quickly, cutting off her comment in the middle of her first word as Nappa moved down into a crouching stance with his arms at the ready. Her immediate reaction was purely instincts and as he went low Obsidian instead opted to go high. Her foot still hoving above the ground from her impromptu halt from her failed attack she instead brought it down and used the force to allow herself to vault over Nappa's head in that same moment. Landing in a roll behind him and coming up in a spin to put herself facing him once more. With the extra appendages she couldn't allow him to catch her with her back towards him. Then again with the added boost from his recent transformation she was fairly certain she wanted to keep as few areas open for him to attack as possible. The battle continued and he was on top of her again and ready to swing those multiple arms even more. She wondered, as she attempted to slide to the side and out of the way of his barrage, if he had the stamina to keep up with such a style of fighting. She noted that his body seemed to be built similar to those here on this planet of the "body builder" title. All bulk, often only for show in an attempt to provide dominance or attract a mate, but no real ability to sustain a long-drawn out fight. He seemed to be better suited for attacks that held immense levels of power and force that would simply decimate his foes in as few blows as possible. But the questionable methods of his training and fighting were something for another time and were as fleeting in her mind as the wind rushing past her face from his attack. Regardless of if he could handle more the added limbs he had granted himself kept her within his clutches and made it all but impossible for her to dodge all of his strikes with her body's current abilities. Each blow seemed to earn him another step closer to her than the last as well, like he was trying to keep her from being able to open space between them for more room to throw her ki with. But she knew she had to act on a some degree of the sense of desperation forming in a pit in her new chest. She managed to keep on her feet this time as his attacks finished and the additional arms from his shoulders seemed to fade away. She was curious about that as well. She was seemingly beginning to grow numb to the pain from his attacks. Was that normal? Shouldn't her new body feel pain at least as long as anyone else? Was this actually a good sign? She had no answers to her own ponderings, for all she knew she would simply be left in an immobile state once this was all said and done and the adrenaline had long since faded. Instead she focused back on Nappa. She needed, now more than ever, to outsmart the man if she wanted a chance to come back from this overwhelming loss. With him putting himself so close she needed to capitalize on that opportunity. Once more her hand came up, hovering centimeters from his chest, as another orb of swirling two-toned ki suddenly erupted from her palm. It was a gamble but one way or the other it should have paid off. Almost immediately after the first attack was dealt with Obsidian formed a second orb identical to the one she produced at point blank. Pulling her arm back before thrusting the attack out at Nappa with as much force and speed as she could muster. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Actions: 1: ST + Dodge A2 2: Dodge Action 4 3: Galactic Blow (-8% Ki [DR4]) 4: Grand Smasher (-8% Ki [DR4]) Ki Used: 16% Ki Remaining: 56% Damage Taken: 24.73% Notes: - Ki Mastery 1
- 3/5 Speed Teleports Remaining
Stats: Power Level: 75% / 92,552 Ki: 75% / 46,276 Strength: 11,390 (11,355 + 35) Speed: 11,272 (11,237 + 35) Toughness: 11,770 (11,335 + 435) Stamina: 11,931 (11,896 + 35) Vitality: 11,725 (11,690 + 35)
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Post by Seven on Aug 8, 2023 9:32:17 GMT -5
[Joining on Obsidian's side] Ah yes, Master Roshi was proud of his large, burly pupil. His display of combat prowess certainly did the Turtle Hermit School proud, and his technique was as impeccable as it was ingenious. "That's right son, give her a left, and then a right, and then a--oooh! Nice combination! Ehehe! Just like how I taught ya!"
The technique Nappa used to sprout extra arms were a staple of the Turtle Hermit style, though its origins could be traced back to that of a rival school. Master Roshi perfected the technique and made it his own, he then taught his students that such techniques were to be used in defense of others, and not for nefarious purposes. That, in essence, was the Turtle Hermit way. Martial Arts was a gateway for one to discover their own inner strength, it wasn't a tool used to harm others - the innocent.
Martial Arts could also be used as a tool to teach humility which was exactly why he spurred Nappa on with words of encouragement against his opponent. That woman was not short on fire nor spunk, but she could stand to learn a thing of two from sparring with a strong opponent. Through this trial she would learn that the Turtle Hermit school wasn't one to be trifled with and although his training methods were quite unorthodox they were effective. Oh and perhaps that would make her respect him more as a master and warm up to him....
Ehehe I love it when a plan comes together--
...
Master Roshi took a step onto the sand, his gaze was fixated upon the horizon. His expression held a frown - a countenance that he rarely bore.
"Something is coming."
A warning and an observation.
A streak of purple lightning broke through the sky and in its wake stood a man shrouded in lavender aura that clung to his bare body. Dark ravenous hair swayed in the gentle island breeze as the new arrival descended upon the sacred sands of Kame Island.
He bore a smirk of satisfaction, like a blackjack player whose dealer pulled the card he sought.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I felt a powerful presence here," His emerald irises locked on to the brawny bald combatant that was clad in blood red aura, which made him appear as appetizing as the blood oranges that grew on the trees of Namek.
"...And I couldn't help but get excited."
His eyes rolled back in euphoria as his aura spiked around him. Dark lavender Ki energy flickered around his form like a flame, superheating rock and sediment and generating winds that whipped and whirled around the vicinity. The ocean itself raged as Seven's power reached to new heights and waves of salt water crashed against the island's shore.
Seven's body remained the same, his musculature hadn't changed but his power and aura output did. Waves of energy emitted from him all the while his smirk remained ever present.
Master Roshi took a step forward and with it came a promise of fury should Seven dare to move.
This caught the PTO patriot's attention, his eyes shifted to meet the venerable master's shades. The tension between the two of them threatened to boil over, and although Seven could tell that the old man was one not to be trifled with, which in turn made him want to test that theory, now wasn't the time to antagonize him. He had to assure him that no serious harm would come to anyone on the island. Diplomacy was an important trait for PTO members to display offworld.
"I'm just here to have a little fun. Especially with..." He pointed a finger towards Nappa.
"...him."
Besides, if he went too far then the Master could easily intervene. But the wise old master sensed no ill intent within Seven, so he chose to take a step back momentarily. Perhaps this could be a good test for his students?
A purple bolt of Ki energy shot out of his finger like a ball out of a cannon. It careened towards the imposing Saiyan's face, threatening to mar it. Hopefully that would be enough to catch his attention but there would still be more to come.
Another bolt emitted from his finger in rapid-fire fashion like an Energy Repeater, half a dozen in number swarmed Nappa's person from differing angles - his head, both arms, both legs, and one center mass.
As soon as the last attack was launched did Seven inhale deeply, causing his chest to expand. When he lurched forward he opened his mouth wide and released a golden blast of Ki energy that was large enough to engulf the hulking brute whole.
Actions A1: Transcendence [-1% Ki] A2: One Finger Blast [DR2] [EoL] [0% Ki] A3: Mastered Energy Dan [DR 4] [EoL] [0% Ki] A4: Mastered Mouth Blast [DR 3.5] [0% Ki] Speed) Handicap Tact: [Locked] [1/3] Ki Used: 1% Battle Stats: Pl: 75% / 243,081 Ki: 75% / 121,541 Strength: 27,366 [+2,500 + 35%] -> 29,583 Speed: 30,071 [+2,500 + 35%, +15%] - > 47,607 Toughness: 27,529 [+2,500 + 35%] - > 29,748 Stamina: 29,113 [+2,500 + 35%] - > 31,352 Vitality: 27,884 [+2,500 + 35%] - > 30,858 Determination: 445 Charisma: 145 Intelligence: 509 Notes: Counters: 2/2 [PL, Intelligence] Speed Teleports: 6/6 Ki Mastery [II] Tactical [Lvl 10] {Second Wave 2/2} {Empowerment 1/1} Prep Items (6): 1: Sensu Bean 2: Energizer 3: CC Shield 4: CC Barrier 5: Stun Grenade 6: Potion
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Post by Vegeta on Aug 8, 2023 23:04:35 GMT -5
Note: Jumping on Nappa's side
Welcome to the fuckin show
Master Roshi, in his advanced age, usually claimed to be too tired to actively train his students. It was a poor excuse considering how often he found the energy to travel to the mainland and gush over the young girls from the seaside towns to the north. This meant that his students found themselves with an abundance of free time, and unilateral control in the way they spent it.
Uub, sitting with his back to one of Kame House's outer walls, knew by the sounds that drifted through the open window over his head that Nappa was watching television again. They were training partners, but outside of their official lessons their methods couldn't have been more different. While Uub read his training manuals and practiced his forms, his counterpart tended towards trash tv shows and snacks, a veritable mainstay on the plush couch in the living room.
And yet, he's grown more than I have since we got here...
In part, Uub lamented his lack of Saiyan blood. He guessed that it was that very thing that aided Nappa's rapid progress while his own remained stunted despite greater efforts on his part. There was little advantage to being a Human when it came to the worlds of martial arts and combat, and it was through sheer hard work alone that he'd made it as far as he had.
"Some people have all the luck," he muttered. He'd been just about to thumb a page of the manual over when a crashing noise jolted him to his feet. Realizing the sound had come from indoors, he grabbed hold of the window sill and pulled his eyes up to peer in. The Turtle Hermit himself was making a fuss about some girl outside and how she'd assaulted him on his own turf.
And I'm sure it was totally unwarranted...
As aware as anyone of their master's common transgressions against the opposite gender, Nappa still made for the front door. Uub rolled his eyes and dropped back to the ground. He left the training manual lying open in the grass and made his way leisurely around the house. On the front lawn, he found his training partner and the woman in question, and to his surprise, the former was quick to launch an assault on the latter.
Sensing little real danger, and prepared to intercede if any were to be found, Uub kept to himself by posting up against the house and watching the proceedings unfold. He had to give it to both of them, they seemed to be holding little back even in the early outset of the fight. Still, it wasn't until Nappa allowed his fury to bubble over that Uub felt things were beginning to get a little more out of hand than necessary. And yet, he stayed back awhile longer, keen, eager eyes watching the Saiyan closely.
You've grown so fast, Nappa...
Finally, Uub felt cause for alarm. The baby hairs along the nape of his neck stood on end as he sensed a stranger approaching. Even as he felt it, so did Master Roshi, and the old man was quicker to call out a warning to all those present.
Appearing dramatically on the tail of a crack of purple lightning, a lone figure set his feet into the sand. The stranger offered little in regards to his purpose on the island, but made quite the show of expressing his strength. The raven-haired arrival had enough going on to warrant Uub's attention, that much was certain.
For a moment, Uub thought that the Turtle Hermit may intercede, but realized that wouldn't yet be the case as the old man's body language relaxed.
Is he really going to let this guy show up and dictate the rules?
Unlike his master, Uub felt it was time that someone else joined the fray. If not for the presence of the woman, he'd have let his training partner go toe-to-toe with the cock-sure attitude that stood across from the Saiyan, but that wasn't the case this time. A beam of energy arced out of the stranger's extended finger.
That's it...
A rapid barrage of energy bursts followed the beam, each aimed at Nappa. Before they could reach their intended target, a matching salvo met them from the side. A series of small explosions swept a cloud of sand into the air where it was quickly carried off by the breeze.
"My turn to apologize for interrupting, but I must have missed your name," Uub called, approaching the trio casually. He wore a grin, but it lacked the mischievious nature of his opponent's. "I'm Uub. I see that you've come to fight with my buddy here, but I've been watching all the actions for a few minutes now and I'm itching to get involved. How about you start with me this time?"
Sliding into his traditional fighting stance, Uub held a hand out and curled his first two fingers. "That's the universal sign for bring it, if you didn't know."
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Nappa
Roleplay Guide
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Organization: Saiyan Empire
Race: Saiyan
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Post by Nappa on Aug 9, 2023 1:35:50 GMT -5
The second the extra arms faded from Nappa’s shoulders, it seemed that the woman with the ponytail jumped into action; already close enough to the Saiyan to make any kind of defense incredibly difficult, she charged up that same multicolored ball of Ki again, its silver taunting Nappa from such close range.
He tried to lift his arm up to deflect the blast and send the Ki flying, but he wasn’t quick enough to do so, and it slammed directly into his chest. The force of the hit sent him skidding through the sand, leaving deep tracks and probably filling his shoes with enough of the stuff that his shoes would never be clean again.
The smell of burning cotton filled the air as well, making him realize that his graphic tee was most likely partially burned. That was the last straw for him; he didn’t mind the rants about his sexuality, and he really didn’t mind her assault on Master Roshi. Ruining his funky Earth clothes, though?
“That cost 40 Zeni!”
That was tantamount to breaking the cable antennae at Kame House - someone was going to pay.
“I was having fun, and I thought you were, too!”
His aura flashed, expanding outward at least a few inches in every direction, and glinted against Sol in the same way that blood did when put against the light. There was a coldness to the flames, though, as they whipped a frenzy up around the Saiyan; their point was clear: now, more than any point before, he meant business.
The Saiyan ran full-tilt forward, no longer having any martial arts precision in his movements. He was barely managing coherent thoughts: punch - hit - revenge - jerk - favorite - ruined!
He could sense that things were ramping up around him on all sides, he had peripheral awareness. He could sense Roshi approaching, could hear his interactions with some new figure, could even see a flash of Uub appearing from... somewhere? Perhaps he had appeared there instantaneously, Nappa remembered Uub showing him that ability once and being incredibly impressed.
“You... will... pay me... back!” he grunted, probably a bit too bothered by what was likely an accident.
In a normal scenario, he would have at least paused the fight to understand what all the commotion was and why so many people were trying to interrupt his fight just when it was getting in the swing. Under the stressful conditions of knowing he would have to go all the way back to South City if he wanted to purchase another shirt - since Mystery Woman destroyed the one on his back - he didn’t care about anything going on in the background until Kame House blew up.
If he lost the television on top of all this, he really would lose it.
His fists became like blurs from how energetic he’d grown, shooting forward so quickly that it almost felt like he still had the extra set of arms. They were all aimed at the midsection of the woman in front of him - not because of any fighting strategy to wear her down, but because in the moment, all he could see was center mass.
He punched and jabbed and didn’t even think about defenses, until the anger started to peter out. His tempers were intense, but didn’t usually last long.
Actions:
- Take Obsidian’s A3 & A4, Seven’s A2(Free)
- Hassuken(Free)
- Crushing Stance(Free)
- 16 Quick Attacks
- 16 Quick Attacks
- 16 Quick Attacks
- Hassuken Ends(Free)
- 4 Quick Attacks
- 4 Quick Attacks[Speed Action]
Ki Used: 1.5% Ki Remaining: 81.5% Damage Taken: 4.29%
Notes:
- +3% Physical Attack Damage[Leather Gloves]
- 2 Counters Remaining
- Double Physicals
- 5/6 Speed Teleports Remaining
- Ki Mastery 2
- Shishio
Stats:
Power Level: 75% of 223,784 Ki: 75% of 111,892
Strength: 21,526 Speed: 30,187 Toughness: 22,725 Stamina: 20,919 Vitality: 20,735
Determination: 265 Charisma: 194 Intelligence: 280
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Post by Art3mis on Aug 10, 2023 0:16:34 GMT -5
They had hit! Her reckless gambles had paid off once more as not only did Obsidian find herself blasting Nappa away with a point-blank ki blast but she had put further distance between them by thrusting her second blast at him right after. There was a little room for the woman to gather her breath. Nappa himself seemed to use the moment as well in order to take stock of what amount of damage she herself managed to do to him finally, inspecting his now burnt shirt only to bellow at her in rage about how it had cost him 40 zeni. Still being relatively new to this planet she hadn't really come to an understanding about how its currency and barter systems worked just yet so his comments could only earn him the response of "Is that a lot?"His aura flared to gigantic proportions around his already sizable frame as he stood before her at the other end of the island. She braced herself as he charged her once again. All she could do was brace herself to accept his strikes at this point. She couldn't counter him nor could she manage to claw back onto the offense if she went on the defense completely and all she could do was wait for the obvious openings he would clearly leave for her with his assault. In the second before Nappa reached her she let out a breath and went slack, her body turning to dead weight as his punches began. It was a rinse-and-repeat sort of situation as she felt what she could only describe as far more fists than Nappa physically possessed pummeling into her body as she endured, waiting for her next opening. She wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to keep taking his punches however as she knew this body was strong but it wasn't anywhere near invulnerable nor even sturdy enough for drawn-out confrontations like this. Her opening appeared once he had thrown his last punch, the same as previously, and just the same as the last time she once more produced an expanding orb of ki point-blank with Nappa's chest. She hoped it would push him back once more but it wasn't completely necessary. Her ki manifested in her palm once more yet this time flared out to wrap around it like some tempting candy coating. The energy elongated from her fingers as it molded into the shape of a slightly curved blade. The appearance of a new weapon to use additionally seemed to require a change in her combat stance for a slight pause. But if Nappa noticed then it would mean he wouldn't be focusing on the driving thrust of the energy blade's tip she aimed to stab him with. Her movements changed to that not unlike a dancer's. Her body flowed as she swung the weapon extending from her hand with several attempts to slice her foe down to a more manageable size. ________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Actions: 1: Galactic Blow (-8% Ki [DR4]) 2: Ki Sword (-7% Ki [DR4]) 3: 1 Special Attack (Ki Sword) 4: 2 Quick Attacks (Ki Sword) Ki Used: 15% Ki Remaining: 41% Damage Taken: 24.73% Notes: - Ki Mastery 1
- 3/5 Speed Teleports Remaining
Stats: Power Level: 75% / 92,552 Ki: 75% / 46,276 Strength: 11,390 (11,355 + 35) Speed: 11,272 (11,237 + 35) Toughness: 11,770 (11,335 + 435) Stamina: 11,931 (11,896 + 35) Vitality: 11,725 (11,690 + 35)
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Post by Seven on Aug 11, 2023 0:11:52 GMT -5
Seven's attack was intercepted by a salvo of Ki bolts, each blast was accurate enough to careen into his own and detonate it upon impact. A plume of smoke was suspended in the air due to the explosion. A shadowy figure could be seen through the smog as if an apparition had appeared before him. The PTO patriot narrowed his eyes and when the dust settled he saw a dark skinned figure standing before him, his most distinguishing feature was the dark mohawk that he sported.
He could sense that the man was indeed powerful - he was calm, but not aloof, no, he was cocksure yet humble in his approach. It was if he knew what the result of their battle would be.
And that... ...that level of confidence was scintillating.
The man introduced himself as Uub, and he admitted that he was itching for some action as well. When he hopped into his martial arts stance Seven couldn't help but become intrigued by him. See, the PTO patriot may have been a fighter, but a martial artist he was not. His lips curled into an even wider smile that displayed his pearly white teeth, his aura raged and buffeted against the sandy shore of the Kame House in response to the challenge.
Yes, this would be a far more interesting match.
"My name is Seven," He began, once his aura reached a fevered pitch it dissipated into embers of violet orbs that fell upon the sand like petals of lilacs.
"And I would love to play with you."
Winds swirled around him upon his ascent into the sky, knocking back sand and generating a dust cloud. Seven inhaled deeply and lurched forth to spew a tendril of flames from his mouth that threatened to swallow the man whole within its inferno. The PTO patriot poured more energy into his attack and the flame intensified even further around his opponent, circling him once more in an attempt to engulf his body and singe him.
Seven rose higher into the sky and unleashed another salvo of violet Ki bolts towards his opponent. It would penetrate through the smoke that his maelstrom of flame generated, erupting upon impact of it's target whether it be the Kame House shore, the burly Saiyan, or Uub - none would be spared from his attack. However, Seven was careful as to not target the structure of the Turtle Hermit's house itself. Perhaps he did so on a whim, perhaps not.
The PTO patriot raised his palm in the air and summoned a purple orb within it. Once he would thrust his arm downward towards Uub's direction, the sphere would careen towards him yet halfway towards its destination it would splinter off into four balls of energy, two aimed for Uub's face and chest and the other two aimed for Nappa's chest and stomach. From Seven's other hand came a larger orb of Ki that careened towards Uub's direction alone and upon impact a surface of any kind, would erupt into a geyser of explosive energy.
Seven didn't target the large Saiyan to aide the woman, on the contrary - his reasoning was entirely selfish in nature. For in his mind, he thought, how exciting would it be if he enticed the man to attack him alongside his friend Uub?
The thought was as tantalizing to him as an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
Actions A1: Bukujutsu + Mastered Fire Breath [DR 2.5] [1% Ki] + Mastered Fire Breath [DR 2.5] [1% Ki] [Second Wave] [CE: Burn] A2: Bukujutsu + Mastered Energy Dan [DR 4] [6% Ki] [Targets: Nappa & Uub] A3: Bukujutsu + Beam Balls [DR 1] [1% Ki] [Targets: Nappa & Uub] A4: Bukujutsu + Sokidan [DR 2] [2% Ki] Tact: [Locked] [2/3] Ki Used: 12.4% Battle Stats: Pl: 75% / 243,081 Ki: 75% / 121,541 Strength: 27,366 [+2,500 + 35%] -> 29,583 Speed: 30,071 [+2,500 + 35%, +15%] - > 47,607 Toughness: 27,529 [+2,500 + 35%] - > 29,748 Stamina: 29,113 [+2,500 + 35%] - > 31,352 Vitality: 27,884 [+2,500 + 35%] - > 30,858 Determination: 445 Charisma: 145 Intelligence: 509 Notes: Counters: 2/2 [PL, Intelligence] [vs Nappa] Speed Teleports: 6/6 Ki Mastery [II] Tactical [Lvl 10] {Second Wave 1/2} {Empowerment 1/1} Prep Items (6): 1: Sensu Bean 2: Energizer 3: CC Shield 4: CC Barrier 5: Stun Grenade 6: Potion
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Post by Vegeta on Aug 11, 2023 22:33:50 GMT -5
Interruption or no, the battle between Nappa and the woman went on. If either noticed that the number of combatants on the beach had doubled, they gave little indication. Uub judged at their fight was far enough away that he could center his attention fully upon the new arrival, and he was pleased to see that his taunts had garnered the same from the latter. The stranger introduced himself, and let it be known both in word and in body language, that he accepted the challenge. Uub tensed, awaiting the imminent attack.
Let me test myself against you, Seven...
When it came, he couldn't help but to be surprised. The jaws of a dragon spread wide before him, their hungry tendrils curling around to cut off escape. Uub looked around, seeing no obvious escape until he saw a narrow passage through the center, towards his opponent. He took it, but the moment's hesitation that he'd allowed himself gave time for the flames to wrap around his legs. He pulled against the snare, which returned no resistance but left him with blistered skin.
As Uub cleared the inferno, he saw ahead that Seven had unleashed another barrage upon the small island. "You don't even care what or who you might hit down there?" he called, freezing in midair. Pumping his arms, Uub matched the volley, prematurely, and safely, detonating the blasts. "Foc-" two orbs, unnoticed before, slammed into the martial artist's chest. The air rushed out of his lungs and for a moment he faltered, falling towards the ground. He'd been almost able to right himself when a third, larger orb found purchase against his back.
Launched downward, Uub couldn't counter the added momentum of the explosion and was forced to instead aim himself away from the ground. He fell into the ocean and immediately found himself beset by the turbulent waves. Even as a strong swimmer, he sensed the danger he was in and quickly lifted himself back into the air. Staring down at the frothy sea, he took a moment to catch his breath before locating his opponent in the sky once more.
He's got no problem spending energy... Is he trying to keep me at a distance? I can't let him catch me by surprise like that again...
"Shooting at each other is fun," Uub yelled up, raising his voice over the whipping wind. He reached up and squeezed the earrings that dangled from his lobes. Acting like capsules, they disappeared in a puff of smoke, but in their stead a set of glass goggles had appeared. He started upward, pace quickening as he gained altitude. "But I have to confess, I've always preferred getting a little more up close, and personal." Now streaking through the air, Uub threw on an extra burst of speed and raised his knee towards Seven's gut with all the advantages of uncontrolled momentum.
Uub wrenched his knee back but threw the butt of his palm towards the base of his opponent's throat. Yanking back his left arm, he followed up with a shot at Seven's chest with a straight right, delivering it with a glowing fist of concentrated energy.
Why are you trying to stay so far back?
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