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Post by Bersimmon on Aug 17, 2023 9:52:16 GMT -5
(TL, Kai Combat)
A vast desert covered the land, sucking in the light and heating up from the sun. It was covered in small life-forms, but Cacti were more apparent than most. As the sun beat down, it would burn the souls of those who live to fight. This was what Butch imagined in his mind. As he sat, his aura grew, reacting to the presence of another. But he sensed they were benign to him, at least, saying he couldn't hurt him in reality, for the moment.
He drew his blade, feeling sorry that he was rusty. His broadsword was a fearsome looking one, but it wasn't at it's full potential yet.
"I take it you're here to fight. If so, I'll introduce myself. I'm Butch, the Butcher of Bassas."
Butch hated starting fights, but he hated wasting time even more.
He jetted forwards, sword held so to swing the blade widely from his shoulder down to his other side, holding the blade away from his body enough so he wouldn't accidentally cut himself.
172 wc
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Aug 21, 2023 9:55:45 GMT -5
The astral realm generally doesn't pull people into itself without a reason, but oh boy when the doctor was simply relaxing after a day of observations and experiments, he could feel the hard pull on the back of his mind, forcing it to traverse the barriers between the mortal realm and the world beyond in but a mere instant.
Still rather dazed and confused by this, the scientist noticed him laying on all fours upon what appeared to be a sandy dune, with a brazen sun basking its light upon said dune and beyond, scorching the sands with its heat and inevitably the doctor himself as well. With his gloves hissing from the heat the sand seemed to emanate, Ghast quickly pulled himself together in order to try and see where in science's name he had been brought to and more importantly: who was responsible for it.
Before he could even let the image of the man sink into his brain, a short and fast introduction was made, followed by what could be explained as the fastest attempt at ending a fight in the astral realm...
"Doctor Ghast is what you may address me as," The scientist decked out in padded, protective clothing while wearing a helmet responded underneath his breath, as he was forced to shift his weight and moved aside in a short leap to avoid being skewered by the incoming blade. "Quite quick on the uptake, aren't we?"
Raising his hand, the doctor manifested a shortsword within his own grip, looking down on the stranger before he too launched himself forward, attempting to pass by this 'butch' fellow in order to bifurcate him from his sternum to his spine. "Not a talker, I'm guessing?"
Champion lv 3, Insecto nanobug [+5 exp] WC 291 TWC 291 |
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Post by Bersimmon on Aug 27, 2023 19:15:13 GMT -5
As the man jumpred out of the attack mid-way, Bersimmons' eyes shifted, following the man closely with his every movement. He was pretty fast, too. Eying his foe's weapon, he weaved to his right, spinning with his tail clockwise as he did, in an attempt to slam the man in his stomach with the end of it. He then followed up with a sword swing at his foe's side.
"You aren't slow, are you?"
He then held his other paslm out and gathered energy in his fingertips, firinjg a quick, powerful burst made of many smaller blasts. He then lashed out with a high kick to his foe's torso, aiming to slam the foe's kidney.
(115)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Aug 27, 2023 20:41:24 GMT -5
From the corners of his empty eyes underneath his fully enclosed helmet, the doctor could see the strange young man moving aside with relatively little effort, avoiding what could have been quite a dangerous move should it have managed to connect with the young man's frame. Now standing still for a moment as he tried to fully grasp the situation he was in, Ghast moved his feet ever so slightly in the grainy sand, holding his shortsword in such a manner that the tip of the blade pointed downward. With his back towards this new adversary, the twisted mind of the doctor was working overtime, wondering exactly what it was that was pissing him off in this youngster so much...was it the lack of effort, the lack of energy he felt or perhaps it was something deeper...
"You aren't slow, are you?"
"How amusing, you aren't half bad either," Holding his other hand in front of the area where he could feel a stinging sensation, the doctor finally realized why he was so strangely annoyed...this guy was using similar tactics as himself, countering and keeping his guard up as much as possible...always the type of warriors that tend to be the hardest to understand and foresee in terms of their abilities.
However, there was not much time to contemplate his actions or his moves, for only a moment later, he could feel the energy rising within his opponent, forcing Ghast to swiftly turn around and move his free hand through the air to slam aside the majority of the small orbs of energy fired into his direction, allowing those that he had not swept to the side to explode all around him in the sand harmlessly, though he could perhaps use this whipped up cloud of sand as some sort of cover.
Switching the grip on his shortsword into a reverse grip, the blade of his weapon started to vibrate as he used it to halt the incoming kick of the young man, feeling quite some strength behind this attack despite the fact that for now, the saiyan's energy and power seemed to be at a lower level than what the doctor would be capable of displaying if he was forced to do so, but for now, his restrictions and restraints remained in place...after all, it was best if not too many people knew that he wasn't exactly what he seemed.
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Raising his free hand as he defended himself, Ghast pointed towards the saiyan's knees, firing off two thin blue beams of energy with blinding speed and precision, making it pretty much impossible to dodge these two projectiles from such a close range. "Now...it seems you have some moves, young man..."
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Post by Bersimmon on Aug 31, 2023 9:47:51 GMT -5
At the doctor's compliment, Butch gave a slight chuckle. But he wasn't distracted by it. As his precognition tuned in, he saw a glimpse of two quick beams going for his legs, asserting a defensive energy around his entire aura, absorbing the beams and turning one into more free energy, and the other into a burning fire that surrounded his entire body. Getting too close to a man in this circumstance was not too safe. He then swung his sword horizontally, hoping to cut the man's upper abdomen with the swipe.
He then gathered some loose energy into his free hand, forming a ball of ki in his palms. His next move was too lunge forward, in an attempt to smash the ball into the doctor's stomach.
(127)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 4, 2023 14:17:03 GMT -5
It was perhaps a bit surprising to see two beams which usually didn't miss their target, being dealt with in such a calm and nonchalant manner. However, even with such a surprise, the helmet on the doctor's head made it quite impossible to gleam such emotion or moment of disarray within his psyche, after all, without any facial expressions to go off, it was quite hard, if not completely impossible to read whatever the man was thinking within his sick and twisted mind.
What might've probably surprised the young man though, was that as soon as he swung his blade toward the doctor, Ghast's own body suddenly erupted in flames, revealing that he was clearly aware of how to use the very technique the young man had shown when transmuting the energy of one of the beams. These flames, surrounding the tall doctor like some sort of shield managed to absorb the impact of the slash, but also fanned outwardly in an attempt to burn Butch's hands and arms in the process before the shield itself dissipated.
To make matters worse though, Ghast shifted his weight in an instant, sliding his left foot back as he threw his right hand forward, slamming his fingers onto the orb of energy Butch was trying to slam into him, managing to knock the energy out of the young man's hand before he suddenly brought his left hand forward as well, merely pointing with two fingers towards Butch's left leg. "Now...let's see how you avoid this..."
Practically upon the young man's left knee, the doctor's energy would start to manifest itself before it could possibly explode...
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Post by Bersimmon on Sept 9, 2023 14:40:09 GMT -5
Butch recoiled in pain as the burn set in, grimacing. He jumped back a bit, waving his burnt hand in the air as he blew on it as if that and shaking would help with the pain. Yet as the ki was knocked out of his hand, he still held fast. However the doctor created a powerful ki attack towards his leg. This seemed to be it, the move that would take Bersimmon out of the fight or just force him to limp for the rest of the fight... But Butch had another idea.
His mind still showed him the doctors' movements, and although he had little time to react, he would fight to the end. He tightened his grip on his sword, then channeled energy through it at the last second, causing some of the blow to simply recharge his own chi. However, the power behind the strike still held true for the most-part. As Butch fell to one knee, he jumped into the sky with his good knee and used it to emit ki that would keep him in the air above Ghast. his blade pulsated with energy, and as the energy came through his body from the weapon his injuries quickly began to disappear, returning him to fighting condition.
"You're really strong. I sense you've probably done worse deeds than I. However, my misdeeds were usually accidents. Who do you associate with? I don't know if you could tell, but I'm actually a Paladin.
(247) (661 TWC)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 9, 2023 17:46:08 GMT -5
It was quite interesting to see the young man avert the majority of the possible damage by utilizing a technique with his blade that allowed him to seemingly absorb the ki the doctor had released in order to add it to his own. Not entirely uncommon, but still a neat trick that was rather neat to look at as a wielder of weaponry himself. However, when the young man started to ask questions which had little to nothing to do with this little scrap, it somewhat annoyed Ghast, not because he didn't like knowing things or divulging information about himself so readily, but because he simply did not care all that much at this given time.
"Affiliations...so you're a paladin, I frankly do not care in the slightest," The doctor raised himself to his full height again, letting out a deep sigh as his composure and posture became a bit more relaxed. "I am a scientist, Scholars, Damaskia, Planet Trade Organization...as long as I am allowed to do what must be done, for the sake of the weak and downtrodden, I do not care who pays my bills or who gives me orders..."
Raising his free arm, the doctor started to let out a chuckle, which quickly grew into a full blown maniacal laughter, energy swelling up in front of the palm of his hand, getting denser and more volatile with each passing moment. "I go where they have the most bodies and subjects for my research...no questions asked..."
With those words the energy was released in the form of a large conglomeration of energy, racing through the air towards the young paladin, clearly with both the intent and enough force to blow up and glass a large part of the area within the desert they were in.
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Post by Bersimmon on Sept 11, 2023 18:44:05 GMT -5
Bersimmon, nonplussed by the laugh, backed away It was interesting that he was fighting a scientist, but this one was able to fight, something you didn't hear of everyday. To top it off, Bersimmon was only 5'3". The professor had only just gotten to using his full power, and it was finally beginning to overwhelm his senses. He could barely see the attack coming, but he still had a small modicum of time with which to think and respond. Butch quickly raised his own hands, bringing his palms down, level to his face before placing them forwards. Then, his lithe, supple muscles grew thicker and thicker, before his aura flared a dark orange, his hairs pointing up. As the aura flared, the energy in between his hands came out and he took to the sky, above the sand.
Suddenly, a powerful, burning energy wave formed in front of the Butcher and fired back, the power and light from the beam making the desert sun look dark as it pushed back against his opponents' attack. Butch continued to produce the beam, and as it finally went forwards, he knew the scuffle was quickly nearing its' end
(wc 195, TWC 856)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 13, 2023 1:53:35 GMT -5
It was rather interesting to see the young man's desperation to gather his energy and fire off what seemed to be some sort of beam of energy, but as the doctor had no longer any connection to the blast he had fired off, the beam of burning energy simply pushed through his own blast, racing through the air towards him at full speed. "Hmm, this is going to be fun..."
Swinging his hands forward, the beam collided with the twisted scientist's hands, slowly burning away the thick gloves and heating up the plated gauntlets that covered the man's bony hands. However, while thedoctor seemed to struggle with the energy of the beam, he let out a deep sigh, followed by a grunt when suddenly it looked like the brightly burning beam of the young man was being pushed back by what looked to be a dark violet beam of energy being sent forth from the doctor's own hands.
Taking in a deep breath, Ghast suddenly grunted once more, after which the beam which was struggling to withstand the young man's technique instantly started to swell up, engoring itself as it was being empowered to a new level of strength and concentration, this new density of energy colliding with Butch's beam and rapidly turning the tide in this struggle. "I do think you might want to getout of the way of this one...young man."
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Post by Bersimmon on Sept 14, 2023 11:18:39 GMT -5
As the man spoke, Butch felt bit of fear. Despite knowing this was only in the astral realm, where you normally aren't hurt in reality, he was still spooked by what happened with Vlad the other day. Putting his middle and index finger on his head and warping up into the higher skies, where the blast missed him, he simply looked down.
It seems compared to him I'm still quite weak. I should work on fixing that.
(73, 929 TWC)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Sept 14, 2023 12:06:02 GMT -5
With the young man managing to narrowly escape the overwhelming nature of his own technique in comparison o the burning beam that he had been struggling with, the doctor first looked at his own hands, realizing that in his efforts to withstand the beam from earlier, his gloves had been practically fully disintegrated and his bonelike hands were now fully exposed. Letting out a sigh, Ghast allowed the astral realm to reform his gloves in their entirety before looking up at the man who had introduced himself as Butch.
"This has been...fun," The doctor raised his left hand, almost as if to wave to the brave young soul. "If you have the potential to grow, you will evolve to a whole other level if you give it some effort. Though, you could always come and find me if you have the desire to truly push yourself to your limits...until then, toodles...young man."
With those words, the ghastly image of the deranged doctor started to fade away from the realm...
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