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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 8, 2023 12:48:53 GMT -5
((( docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1QIb2emJVC4tTgETHmUm39cr2yhY4O9_dKz6BMYD_YAM/edit#gid=0 ))) Zenkai, Kai Combat, Exquisite High-Class Mushroom Stew, Training Amplifier, Add-on (the last two were grand fathered in because for a very short time I was in the SE) EQUIPMENT
Body: Plated Silver Armor Of The Gods of Earth + Avalanian Armor with Namek Ribbon
+ Gravity Weights
(Weight Augment)
Legs: Training Spandex of Grace
(Weight Augment)
Leg Interlock of Spirit and Endurance
(Weight Augment)
Paladin's Greaves of Training
Head: Paladin Sital-Enhanced Helm of Technique + Mark II Scouter (W/ Combat Simulator, Martial Arts Database, Battle recorder) (Centrifugal Equalizer)
Arms: 2nd-Generation Saiyan Gauntlet of Combat and Fire(Comet Shatterer)
Interlock of Earth
Energy Stealing Weighted Gloves of Fire
Accessory: Hardened Grooved Paladin Longsword ((+250 Strength, +7% Strength, +9% Bonus Damage)) + Intelligence Belt of Fortune with Kai's Rune (Centrifugal Equalizer)
Accessory: Toxic Grooved Adamantium Hardened Ancient Blade of the Saiyans of Training (Capsule Corp Vibration Cell, Hardening, Adamantium Coating, Swordsmanship Level 4, so +1,100 +9% Strength (+13% damage dealt)), Hardened Cap Shield
Accessory: Also Toxic Grooved Adamantium Hardened Ancient Blade of the Saiyans
((Paladin Set Active))
STATS
Power Level: 614,374.5 / 819,166
Ki: 307,187.25 / 409,583
Strength: 96,718
Speed: 99,507
Toughness: 123,777
Stamina: 95,481
Vitality: 93,607
[/b] ((  )) Ripping the mask off, he gave it a toss, the mask landing on the ground, revealing him to be Bersimmon, or as he was now infamously known, The Butcher of Bassas. His black hair was comprised of 7 locks, 3 on both sides, and a final on the front pointing up. His silvery-green tinted armor was covering his chest, and in both arms was a sword, one of which had more than one blade, and the other a simple longsword. He stood at a measly 5'4", although he was not weak by any means. Looking around at the spectators surrounding him beginning to cheer despite the fact they had only just started, his weapons appearing to have absorbed their attention as if this was a wrestling match on Earth. Seeing his foe, Bersimmon was about to attack haphazardly, until he remembered something- Ghast was pretty strong and he had trouble with him. Whether he hid his power or not, Ghast couldn't make himself too underestimated. With the power of law, he channeled some energy from his soul and planted his sword into the ground, the match becoming magically locked from most outsiders. Then he pulled his two blades and his head up and pointed them in the air, loudly hollering loudly as his black-blue gave way to the beckoning power of a Super Saiyan, him letting off a powerful, mystical golden aura. Charging forwards, Bersimmon kicked off the floor into a knee attack in an attempt to slam it into Ghasts' sternum, while bringing up his Saiyan blade and swinging both of them at his foe diagonally from the right, before pulling it back and slamming his right foot in an attempt to hold Ghast in place while he brought the blade around again in an attempt to do the same in reverse. ((Grace, Endurance)) Actions: ((-1 from first post, +1 from MKII Scouter, -0 due to Sense)) Base Ki: 110% Free: Crush stance 1) Activate Status Field Generator 2) Elevated Super Saiyan ( +10% to Energy Damage ) 3) 1 WA, 1 QA (( Crit: Toxic )) 4) 1 WA, 1 QA (Applying Grace, now hard to dodge (1/2) (( Crit: Toxic ))
Prepped items:
1. Sunstone Shard
2. Rainbow Pride Shard
3. Arlian Hive
4. Energy Drink
5. Potion
6. Faerie Dust
7. Stasis Grenade
8. Bag of Sensu Beans
TRAITS
Determination: 4,781
Charisma: 5,879
Intelligence: 5,909 ((13 Weapon Techs allowed: Triple Strike, Luciendar Light Assault, Verberation Blade, Aura Blade, Healing Blade, Inferno Sabre, Bloodeater, Ultra Slash, Vast Cross, Kuzu Ryu Sen, Thunder Crush)) [/spoiler] |
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 9, 2023 5:53:48 GMT -5
The Gladiator arena on Arlia; Ghast had been there a few times before. Not so much as a contestant, but as a spectator and more importantly as a sort of purveyor of fine wares, which in this particular case would've always been the very gladiators that stood on the sandy center field which acted as the place where it all went down. He did not really care about the presented item, considering it was in truth already his, it was in the end nothing more than bait, to bring all the interesting, more formidable warriors out of their hiding holes, their retirement and whatever other place they had managed to stick themselves into. It appeared that he did have some success, with a quite unusual guest making himself known in the arena; The Butcher or Butch...something along that line. The doctor had seen this man before, during a moment in the astral realm. He remembered that this one wasn't particularily talkative and in truth not at all a pleasant person considering Ghast himself relished a mental back and forth, sparring with words was just as fun as cutting people open and look at what made them tick. The only thing the doctor did not find as amusing was the thought of having to actually exert himself in any physical matter that did not result in obtaining samples or test subjects for his research. Towering over his opponent with a height of a smidge over seven feet, the doctor's helmet pulsated with a sickening purple light at the spine running across the faceplate. He was keeping an eye on this particular subject, not because of the threat in terms of strength, but more so because of the fact that the mad scientist remembered just how unpredictable this particular subject had been during their spar. While it didn't take long for this Butcher to envelop himself in the typical golden-colored ki that came with the transformation of going super saiyan...or whatever those brutes called it, Doctor Ghast remained rather unfazed, almost as if he hadn't even deigned this transformation worthy of his attention nor the fact that the barbarian before him had utilized some method of closing off the arrna from what the doctor assumed to be outside interference, as he was deep in thought on what he'd be doing if he could get his hands on a few more Arlian specimens... However, whilst he was busy with contemplating how he could get some arlian specimens, it looked like Bersimmon had already drawn his weapons and had already moved towards the doctor with quite the astonishing speed. Finally putting his mind to the task, the doctor's mutation kicked in, his instincts making his muscles and tendons twitch ever so slightly, allowing the Sage to slide his feet over the sandy ground, kicking aside crushed teeth and splinters of bone that were a testament of the brutality usually taking place in the arlian arena. With a swift, fluid quarter turn of his tall and lanky body, the doctor managed to sidestep the initial attack, leaning backward in a somewhat awkward position to avoid the incoming knee strike and downward swordslashes. "Hmm...I zoned out here for a moment, what's happening again?" Letting out a soft grunt, the doctor could feel himself being pinned by the butcher's foot slamming down, followed by the two blades making their way across his tall body, tearing through parts of the padded exterior which was meant to regulate and control the mutation from which the doctor was suffering. Sliding his feet back underneath Bersimmon's own, Ghast's left hand reached for the side of his helmet, allowing him to activate a program within his scouter, which was meant to either scan himself or the opponent, which in this case he used to scan Bersimmon, hoping to find every single detail that could be exploited, be it scars, healed bones, heck even a simple neckcramp when sitting too long behind a desk, any weakness was a plus when it came to knowledge on his opponent. When the helmet he wore let out a beeping sound, the doctor's voice rang through in a muffled chuckle, as he suddenly leaned forward. "Alright...my turn."Reaching forward, the doctor easily conjured a small, short and ornately carved blade within his left hand which he instantly used to take the fight to Bersimmon, quickly attempting to launch two consecutive thrusts with the blade towards the Butcher's left shoulder, followed by a quick pair of jabs with his right hand aimed at the exact same area in order to maximize the chance of hitting and damaging the area. He wasn't done yet, as the doctor repeated this process again with a pair of thrusts towards the right shoulder, followed by another pair of jabs towards the same area as the thrusts. Taking in a deep breath, the doctor suddenly exhaled a torrent of white-hot flames through the facial spine of his helmet, hoping to not just push back Bersimmon, but maybe even burn him in the process if he was lucky. Using this attempted break between the two, the doctor planted his feet firmly onto the ground and raised his arms to his side in order to steel himself. "This will do for a warm up, wouldn't you say?"
Stats: Base|Battle|Fatigue-modifiers
Power Level: 20,000|2,114,632|
Ki: 10,000|1,057,316 - 100%|
Strength: 270,787|357,613
Speed: 303,223|483,465
Toughness: 270,861|345,946
Stamina: 257,953|262,873
Vitality: 257,715|268,386
Determination: 10,340|10,650
Charisma: 8,544|8800
Intelligence: 10,885|10,905
Prepped Items 8/8: Bento Box [Korin's senzu bean, Witch's Potion, Energizer], Elder Gem, Sunstone shard, Stasis Grenade, Arlian Hive, Aegis, Fairie Dust, Energy Drink
Prepped Weapon Techs: [11/11] Mortoseth Shadow assault, Healing blade, Aura blade, Kuzu ryu sen, triple strike, Improved cripple, improved windmill, rough divide, Verberation blade, Inferno Saber, Vast Cross, Thunder Crush
Misc-specials:
IST: 4|8
IT: 1|1
Counter[stamina|Int|PL|PLx2|Lvl]: 5|5
Clone Counter[stamina|Int|PL|PLx2|Lvl]: 4|5
White Whistle: 1|1
Precog[First attack|Physical attack|fundie|WT]
telekinesis
Reversal: 2|2
Reflect: 2|2
Kiai: 1|1
Deflect: 2|2
Armor gem: 1|1
Maneuvers: 1|1
KM3
Sense
Dark Attunement 1|1
Transmute energy
Shishio
Second wave 2|2
empowerment: 1|1
Fireball
Strongside
Reserves
Magic materialization
Second wind, ferocity, dulled senses, death pact, Last ditch effort
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 9, 2023 21:46:05 GMT -5
(Sorry if this sucks, trouble writing today)
As the Doctor's scanner scouted him out, he would find that, at the moment, Bersimmon was unfettered by any negative conditions. However, his opponent still came at him with an attack that he had seen beforehand. Instead of retreating backwards, seeing the smaller sword coming in, he simply slid to his right side, facing ghast to his own right, the incoming blade barely whiffing the air an inch from his stomach as he moved out of the way again, dodging the other slash too as well as stepping back from his jabs. Seeing his foe jump back into the action in his head again, He then brought his swords up in front of him, in, forming an X in the air, twisting the three-bladed one as the incoming smaller blade advanced towards him, in an attempt to hook the incoming blades and move them just away from his body.
The third and fourth incoming fists he saw too, keeping up the defense and raising his Saiyan Blade again, quickly sheathing his longsword. In a flash, he spun the blade so that the flat of the blade would face towards ghast. Raising his left hand, he pressed it against the back of the blade, bracing it against the extra force of Ghasts' powerful blows. Next came Butch's chance to strike back.
Stepping back, he stuck out his palm. As the fire came, it seemed as if it was disappearing, until the whole blast filtered its' way into his palm, his body and Aura taking on a red, burning appearance.
"This will do for a warm up, wouldn't you say?"
With a burning smile, Bersimmon looked into Ghasts' eyes with his own, as they took on a scarlet hue.
"I hope you're having fun, yeah. But only one of us will take home the prize," He said, giving a mischievous giggling smile with a slight glare.
Reappearing above the arena, he pointed his blade in Ghasts' direction, gathering energy into his sword once more. His body surrounded by the energy he sucked in, he tried assaulting the arena below with a storm of red energy blasts, many explosions devastating the landscape as well as anything else unlucky enough to be in the area. Regardless of whether Ghast was hurt or not, He'd sheathe his blade and raise his hands, twisting them to his right in the stance made known by the Saiyans.
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86.9% Ki after this post
Actions
Free) Precog vs ghasts first attack, Berserker (+15% Strength this turn,
1,095,864 (PL w/ Berserker)
1) Verberation blade 1/2 VS A3
2) Transmute Energy vs. A4
3-4) Doubling Instant Transmission Mastered Flash Bomb, 7.5 DR, 16% Ki ((PL 1,643,796 ))(24.1% spent total thanks to Bukujutsu(I haven't included the mastered or instant transmission in the total pl boost)
Crush) Three Battles Stance (+25% Toughness next turn)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 10, 2023 18:03:33 GMT -5
This Butcher fellow was quite the tenacious opponent, managing to seemingly predict the doctor's first attack, but to dodge it expertly. This did give the doctor quite a hint though, as it would have been rather hard to actually avoid such a swift attack without having precognition and if this opponent had access to that power, it wasn't a farfetched thought to be wary of telekinesis as well. Though this was not the only thing granting the mad scientist some more insight into his opponent, as the use of the blades was with some certain level of expertise, which belied the man's level of skill with the weapons he carried. "Interesting..."With his Flames vanishing as if they were sucked into the Butcher's palm, Ghast learned even more, gaining more understanding of this opponent and making it much easier to slowly formulate an action plan which would be designed entirely around the idea of facing and defeating this person. After all, he was both tactical in nature and possessed a calculative mind, two traits which in situations like this have managed to keep him ahead of the curve on many occassion. The purple light embedded within the facial spine of the Scholar's helmet pulsated quite calmly when eventually the saiyan opponent vanished from sight, only to reappear above the arena, readying a technique with little to no effort or time and firing it off like a shotgun blast from their weapon. It was quite amusing indeed, for again...these were at least two techniques the doctor was proficient in himself. However, there would be no fun in simply using the same techniques as one's opponent, no...this was an arena and they all expected a show...so that's what they'd get. Raising his left hand upwards, the doctor's gloves suddenly seemed to discharge some energy, which combined with the energy the madman conjured up in front of his stretched out hand, combined into a rather large purple orb of energy which when fired off would expand a bit before it would clash with the shotgun blast-like barrage that was hurled into his direction. Hoping this would be enough to at the very least deter the opponent's attack from actually reaching him, Ghast didn't waste any time on following this up with firing not just one, but two fast, consecutive beams of purple energy towards each of the Butcher's shoulders, attempting to not just hurt, but also annoy his opponent, try and heat him up a bit more, get under his skin...become both a threat and a nuissance... He wasn't done yet though, given this opponent had managed to remove his firebreath from the equation once, the doctor simply decided to up the ante again, inhaling deeply before exhaling another torrent of white hot flames. At this point the twisted scientist only needed to take a step aside in order to swiftly repeat this process, making sure that his opponent was obscured by the flames of his repetitive technique, which could then fascilitate his next step; when he vanished from the battlefield only to reappear right behind the Butcher, slamming his hands together to fire off a concentrated barrage of small purple energy blasts like if it were a shotgun shell fired from up close. "What prize...you think I'd go for something that's already mine to begin with?With those words being uttered, the doctor hoped it would at the very least confuse his opponent enough for him to find an opening in the saiyan's defense, as he rushed forwards, not even bothering to think whether or not his opponent had managed to defend against the former attack, but at least expecting some resistance, as he attempted to use his earlier energy attack as a cover for this assault, attempting to stab straight at the Butcher's left upper arm, before pulling away the shortsword and attempting another thrust towards the right upper arm, with incapacitation being the name of the game, only to round it all off with a quick consecutive pair of jabs aimed towards the butcher's nose...
Stats: Base|Battle|Fatigue-modifiers
Power Level: 20,000|2,114,632|75%
Ki: 10,000|1,057,316 - 100%|86.9%
Strength: 270,787|357,613
Speed: 303,223|483,465
Toughness: 270,861|345,946
Stamina: 257,953|262,873
Vitality: 257,715|268,386
Determination: 10,340|10,650
Charisma: 8,544|8800
Intelligence: 10,885|10,905
Prepped Items 8/8: Bento Box [Korin's senzu bean, Witch's Potion, Energizer], Elder Gem, Sunstone shard, Stasis Grenade, Arlian Hive, Aegis, Fairie Dust, Energy Drink
Prepped Weapon Techs: [11/11] Mortoseth Shadow assault, Healing blade, Aura blade, Kuzu ryu sen, triple strike, Improved cripple, improved windmill, rough divide, Verberation blade, Inferno Saber, Vast Cross, Thunder Crush
Misc-specials:
IST: 9|9
IT: 1|1
Counter[stamina|Int|PL|PLx2|Lvl]: 5|5
Clone Counter[stamina|Int|PL|PLx2|Lvl]: 4|5
White Whistle: 1|1
Precog[First attack|Physical attack|fundie|WT]
telekinesis
Reversal: 2|2
Reflect: 2|2
Kiai: 1|1
Deflect: 2|2
Armor gem: 1|1
Maneuvers: 1|1
KM3
Sense
Dark Attunement 0|1
Transmute energy
Shishio
Second wave 1|2
empowerment: 1|1
Fireball
Strongside
Reserves
Magic materialization
Second wind, ferocity, dulled senses, death pact, Last ditch effort
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 11, 2023 17:50:54 GMT -5
Bersimmon simply watched with a sneer. He was actually enjoying fighting, and it was probably thanks to the chaos energy Yan forced on him during his fight with the Mad Santa. He didn't think it was necessarily a good thing, but he decided to let it do its' thing if it had to. The expansive blast increased in size, growing quite a bit- but Bersimmon knew it was a dangerous attack. He remembered the time he used it and became the Butcher. However, his own enjoyment was kicked from his mind, remembering why he let go of such thoughts in the first place. As he tried to push the feeling out of the way he asked himself: This isn't me... Right?
He knew the blast would explode if it hit him, so he quickly sped to light speed and moved out of the way, heading about 60 feet to his left, still currently above Ghast diagonally as the giant blast engulfed the rest of his fired Ki that was flying right down at ghast. After, he was pelted with fireballs and beams of ki. As they came, he progressively got more and more damaged, the power of each hit wearing down his armor and causing bleeding, groaning louder and louder. Catching a slight inkling, Bersimmon turned around, and slapped every single blast away, as quickly as they came! He was going faster than normal, as his foes' speed was great too. However, the moment Ghast came forward with his weapons drawn, again, he quickly breathed a magic gale of coldness from his mouth, hoping to freeze the foes' body enough that he couldn't continue to attack. He then backflipped away and called upon even more strength, his hair finally pointing up, the lock on his forehead pointing down contrary to the others. Trying to turn the tables, he quickly reappeared behind ghast, locking his arms around the doc. Squeezing his hardest, he intended to damage his bones, in an attempt to slow him down some more, hoping the ice would make him brittle enough. "Oh?" Bersimmon said, as a little ball fell out of his pocket onto the stadium below. My lunch!Suddenly, a bunch of baby arlians flew out as it struck the ground, a whole plagues' worth of them flying everywhere, distracting even bersimmon as he used both hands to slap the ones coming his way away. battle pageActions: Free: Take fundies 1) Deflect Speed action buku -.1 2) Ice Blast -3% Vs. Crush Action -.1 3) Power Up +25% (( 107.7% Ki )) 4-DZ) Rainbow Pride Shard + Justice Squeeze -9% DR 4 (( PL 1,731,385 (( Speed 355,803 )) buku -.1 DZII) Arlian Hive ((Ki 36.4% spent, 98.6% left)) |
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 12, 2023 14:45:56 GMT -5
Foundations were always the most important part when it came to battle. You had your foundations in terms of having fully mastered your style, foundations on tactical and strategic thinking, and so forth...alas, when Ghast thought he had managed to corner his opponent with his torrents of flames, it looked like he had just thrown the book on foundations clear out of the window, as to his own surprise, he found himself partially frozen by a blast of ice which interrupted his attempt at trying to stab his opponent a few times for good measure. To make matters worse, the ice really wasn't all that easy to remove and made the doctor feel a chill to his bones. However, it did not take him more than an instant to realize that this was not the same kind of chill as cold would give, but an instinctual feeling, warning him of impending danger. His guts, sort of speak, were right, for out of nowhere the Butcher leaped out of nowhere behind him, forcing Ghast to smash the ice that covered him with brute force by allowing his muscles to tense and shatter the rime that held him, instantly leaping into the air to avoid getting caught in what he assumed to be quite the formidable bearhug. "I'm not much for hugging myself...more of a punch, kick and stab kind of guy."Still, despite having shown a bit of overreach with his earlier attempt to at the very least annoy this opponent of his, the doctor wasn't going to let a single failure dictate the rest of the battle. After all, even if they failed once, never let go of the classics. With his back arching and his chest heaving, suddenly he released a torrent of white hot flames into the Butcher's direction again, making a second attempt at creating some cover with that technique, and just as before Ghast didn't stop with just one breath of mighty fire, but continued with a secondary discharge of flames, really trying to bring home the bacon or in this particular case: roast it. Utilizing the cover of the flames, the mad scientist slammed his hands together, concentrating his energy in his fingertips and as he opened his hands again, it looked as if he had spun thin, glittering threads of said energy. Tapping his foot on the ground, the doctor was suddenly gone, reappearing on the sand-filled and dusty ground of the arena right behind the saiyan paladin with his arms spread open wide. "Do you know what makes most christmas presents worth unpacking? A great big BOW!!"With those words, the doctor's arms waved through the air, almost snapping like twigs when he sent the thin threads towards Bersimmon, aiming to wrap up the saiyan like a large christmas present. And as he let go of the energy remaining in his fingertips, the twisted doctor let out a grunt, concentrating all his energy into his hands, his aura rising, his energy becoming more dense and distorting as it whisked the sand and dust off of the ground. "You are a fool if you think you can just stand here and face me with such an insignificant mind...I've had better challenges from a braindead pug..."Letting out a chuckle at his own joke, Ghast vanished once again, only to reappear back where he stood when first letting loose those torrents of flames, looking either straight into the saiyan's eyes or his back. Not caring about which it would be, the doctor unleashed the energy stored within the palms of his hands without any further warning, firing off two large, blue beams of energy, adorned with white flames, which spiraled around the battlefield before they inevitably converge onto the Butcher's position...
Stats: Battle|Fatigue-modifiers
Power Level: 2,129,592|
Ki: 1,064,796 - 100%|72,3%
Strength: 357,613
Speed: 483,465
Toughness: 345,946
Stamina: 262,873| 246,462
Vitality: 268,386
Determination: 10,340|10,650
Charisma: 8,544|8800
Intelligence: 10,885|10,905
Prepped Items 8/8: Bento Box [Korin's senzu bean, Witch's Potion, Energizer], Elder Gem, Sunstone shard, Stasis Grenade, Arlian Hive, Aegis, Fairie Dust, Energy Drink
Prepped Weapon Techs: [11/11] Mortoseth Shadow assault, Healing blade, Aura blade, Kuzu ryu sen, triple strike, Improved cripple, improved windmill, rough divide, Verberation blade, Inferno Saber, Vast Cross, Thunder Crush
Misc-specials:
IST: 9|9
IT: 1|1
Counter[stamina|Int|PL|PLx2|Lvl]: 5|5
Clone Counter[stamina|Int|PL|PLx2|Lvl]: 4|5
White Whistle: 1|1
Precog[First attack|Physical attack|fundie|WT]
telekinesis
Reversal: 2|2
Reflect: 2|2
Kiai: 1|1
Deflect: 2|2
Armor gem: 1|1
Maneuvers: 1|1
KM3
Sense
Dark Attunement 0|1
Transmute energy
Shishio
Second wave 0|2
empowerment: 1|1
Fireball
Strongside
Reserves
Magic materialization
Second wind, ferocity, dulled senses, death pact, Last ditch effort
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Mila
Story Teller
Posts: 1,153
Organization: Kelioux Scholars
Race: Android
Status: Open Roleplays
Soul: Major Second
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Post by Mila on Dec 13, 2023 5:58:30 GMT -5
RP Award: Bersimmon I'll be quick and concise. This is actually alot more writing than I am used to coming from you Bersi, a good thing. And I am not going to lie to you, I love that you keep up the Butcher of Bassas moniker. There is something about making an event canon in writing that just hits me in the right spots. I'm not used to giving you the RP Award, and Dr. Ghast did nothing wrong to point out -- I just felt more entertained by your posts. Ghast didn't really bore me either - I just liked Bersi's more. Now -- Now I don't wanna get to battle flow because you may have won the RP Award battle, but boy you ain't winning the tactician battle (heh get it, cuz we aren't using tac-- anyway ignore me) Projected Damage Report: Bersi: 17.75% Damage Arms: Shoulders are taking a beating, those suiken may be a bit on the weaker scaling just eating attacks will wear your body down fast, expect it hard to swing your weapon a bit (Not too hard yet, but boy watch out). Legs: Good Body: Armor is taking a beating from the heat, can you really handle it? Head: Good Ghast: 1.44% Damage Arms: Good Legs: Good Body: Armor or whatever you wear got a diagonal cut from Bersi's blade, be careful. Not much damage at all but that can add up. Head: Good |
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 14, 2023 13:39:35 GMT -5
As the doc took the ice blast to the face, he seemed to flinch a bit, although he may not have noticed it, at least, that's what Bersimmon thought he saw. The doctor apparently didn't want to be manhandled, either, as he disappeared from view. Bersimmon was also beginning to get hot under his collar, as more fire came in, causing his skin to burn a bit, even calling for a painful sweat. There wasn't only one, although he thanked the Kai for his foe stopping at two this time, despite them beginning to not hurt as he slowly got used to the heat. But Ghast came at mid-range, making another damned Christmas quip, which had stopped being funny after mad Santa went down. but seeing ahead as well, he gave a scream, his yellow energy pulsating so hard that the chi from his opponent was pushed away, flowing from him like a big, expanding bubble that would hopefully keep the fiendish chi away long enough for it to fizzle. Ghast then fired off a pair of flaming beams of some sort, a burning version of a technique he had no longer used. Sitting still, he let the beams come his way, relaxing his muscles until they were ten feet away, then he hustled upwards, becoming a yellow gleam in the sky as he sped up and flew above them, the twin blasts exploding on contact with each other and failing to strike its' true target, the Saiyan. He then looked directly at Ghast, meeting his gaze. After he decided to try and make things a bit tougher, Bersimmon wasn't usually one to go down without a fight. He put his hands together, quickly, before pulling them apart, making energy flow through his hands, before, appearing in front of him with a smile. Suddenly, as he put his hands merely a foot away from the primevil, a bright light similar to a flashbang being shed at point blank. He then quickly sped up, creating what looked to be 12 copies of himself, fluctuating around Ghast, as if they were a wave. Suddenly, each one grabbed at their chests, pulling out a pink-blue ball of energy coalescing with Bersimmons' energy. "For Hayami," Each said, Bersimmons' magic mixing in, causing each to appear and sound real enough that all of them could conceivably be the one attacking him as the ball grew in size, spreading out in a 15-foot radius from the Butchers' body surrounding the Paladin and humming with a dangerous energy. He then advanced and sped in, each off the afterimages doing the same in an attempt to tackle him. Either way, he was breathing heavier than before now, and beginning to go deeper in his Chi reserves. -- Paladin's set active(-2 to incomng finishers, -1 incoming Advanced) -- Actions: Free) Shishio vs. fire breath 1) Kiai vs Chou no Ryoku buku -.1 2) ST +40% (Speed: 337,457 buku -.1) 3) Solar Flare -4% buku-.1 4-AH3) His Power (Hybrid) -29% DR 11(Charged), PL: 3,897,912 | +100% Speed (+10% Damage from Super Form) (Zanzoken -3.1% Buku totaled Speed: 468,086) CE: Confusion. 62.2% Chi left! Prepped items: 1. Sunstone Shard 2. Used 3. Gone 4. Energy Drink 5. Potion 6. Faerie Dust 7. Stasis Grenade 8. Bag of Sensu Beans |
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 15, 2023 7:38:27 GMT -5
It hadn't gone as he had hoped it would go. Ghast's disappointment would have no doubt been visible on his face if he even had a face that could show emotions, much less a helmet completely veiling it from any mortal eyes. At first it almost looked like his firebreathing technique would just slowcook his enemy once again, yet this time he was confronted by what seemed to be some sort of buble that managed to neutralize the technique in its entirety, which in turn made his following assault much more visible and thus easier...(in a sense) to avoid; something which his opponent seemed to have much less problems with than Ghast had actually anticipated. With his energy beams colliding unto one another, the spectacle was complete and the utter devastation and disappointment palpable as the mad scientist kicked up some dust off of the ground with a loud, audible sigh of disgust and forced hubris.
"Really...oh..." Though he prided himself on his quick thinking and genius intellect, Ghast had those rare moments where his mind was a bit...muddled and his thoughts scrambled, and this was obviously one of those moments, with his reaction slow and the endresult of his opponent's sudden unleashing of an insanely bright and blinding light practically set in stone. With his helmet not built to filter out such an amount of lumens, the doctor let out a screech in pain as his gloved hands clawed at the frontside of the helmet, taking out a chunk of the facial plate with his left hand, revealing to the saiyan that whatever creature lurked underneath the helmet and padded clothing, was much less human than they could've possible thought.
The seering, blinding light had managed to practically burn whatever functioned as the doctor's eyes the retinas even behind the plate of his helmet felt the insanely painful sting of this technique, making it nearly impossible to focus, let alone see anything. Curses and profanities were muttered as he gritted his teeth, holding his hands up to the faceplate in rage and pain, and when the pain started to subside, his sight was still far from fully functional, making it rather hard to really, truly know what was going on, forcing Ghast to rely on his other senses such as smell, hearing and most importantly: his instinct.
he could hear the many voices, the strange concentration of energy gathering first in front and then completely around him, as if he was being surrounded. Given the circumstances, he couldn't risk just standing in one place, even if it was a blind jump, it was better than being tormented by the possibility of taking on some greater damage than the light of earlier had already done. SO just as the Butcher(s) attempted to obliterate the doctor with their multitude of energy blasts, his left hand tapped upon his facial plate with the index and middle finger stretched, allowing the doctor to suddenly vanish from his position and reappear on the complete other end of the arena, panting heavily as he could feel the mounting drain of his energy.
"This is really starting to wear me down," As he let out a grunt, the mad scientist unleashed all his power, regaining at least a portion of his energy in order to further continue this battle without too much issues. However, he was still blinded and the recovery seemed to be much slower than the last time he had been subject to this kind of thing. "I really do hate having to endure the loss of my sight, but again...it's a good point to remember such techniques."
Though his vision was still far from healed at this point, the doctor was able to somewhat discern light from dark and the blurry shape of the Butcher, maybe not the best visual acuity to have in combat, but it had to do for now. Reaching for his side, he grabbed a hold of his faithful blade again, launching himself towards the saiyan paladin, though this time he'd only attempt to cut his opponent across the chest a couple of times, aiming for the center mass to compensate for the blurry vision he was still suffering from, followed by a couple of straight punches with his right hand aimed at the same area in order to maintain some pressure on his opponent, waiting for his eyesight to fully return...
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 16, 2023 14:45:29 GMT -5
Landing in the arena, He noticed the mask coming off. The true appearance of Ghast gave him a mild stomach cramp, but he just fought against that as well. His strongest attack failing to strike his opponent, he had lost some of his pep, in addition to a lot of Ki, causing him to wheeze a bit as he waited for the Doc to attack him head-on once more, Bersimmon now having a hard time standing. Most of what was left of his green armor managed to soak up the blows from Ghast, although the second swing did manage to draw a bit of blood as a scratch across his chest formed, though the bleeding was not serious.
Feeling as if this was a give and take battle, although it had pretty much been going in the Doc's favor, He knew he would need to turn it around soon. It was an opportunity for him to try and gain a lead, so he would very much try to. Slowly raising his sword through the panting, his muscles wearing down, He tried to attack the Doc up-close and personal. Bringing his Saiyan Blade up, he sliced the air at breakneck speeds, attempting to strike from each direction, starting with below, then the doctor's left, following it with above, and finishing with his right. He then held his free hand out and gathered energy, before firing a barrage of yellow chi blasts at point blank, intending to hit him right in the chest.
Getting ready to strike once more, he decided to actually use some of his true speed. Adjusting his armor a bit to allow better movement, he began to quickly circle his foe, making it seem as if he was a vortex of blade slices striking from every possible side and angle as he attempted to give his foe some cuts as well.
Actions:
Free) Take Speed, Berserker +15% Strength this turn
1) Kuzu Ryu Sen + ST DR 3.5 (Strength: 281,447, PL 1,986,858)
2) Doubling Flash Bomb -1%
3) Mastered Flash Bomb -13% (15% Base ki cost( DR 8(2,230,068)
4) Luciendar Light Assault DR 5 -4% Ki (+10% Speed, x2 Str, Stun Crit: Advanced (PL: 2,223,900, Speed: 225,046 | Strength 522,687)
71.4% Left before this turn
53.4% After
Total Spent -80.7% Ki
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 16, 2023 17:38:13 GMT -5
”This is much better," Ghast let out a sigh of relief as his eyesight was returning, the strange eye visible through the left side of his helmet’s facial plate reforming slightly as the doctor focused on his opponent, making sure he couldn’t be surprised again like he had been earlier.
It went just as expected, the Butcher really didn’t seem to be someone to lower the pressure even a bit, which became quite evident that naught but a mere instant had passed after he had regained his eyesight, or the doctor already had been put back on the defensive by his opponent’s sudden rush towards him. However, as the mad scientist was quite careful after what had happened with that flashbang-like technique, as soon as he could see the Butcher move his blade, he initiated a simple, yet effective defensive technique, coating his entire body with a thin, yet extremely durable film of ki.
He could feel every strike of the large blade slam into him and though he did get forced backwards by the sheer weight behind each and every strike, the energy coating managed to mitigate the potential damage to a negligible amount.
Alas, even though he had managed to get through this assault unscathed, what came afterwards again put the doctor on the back foot, as his hand was once again forced to defend himself when noticing that right after the combination of slashes and strikes, the saiyan’s energy spiked when his hands were brought forward towards the mad scientist.
With little to no time to react, the Doctor had to utilize a different way to increase the power of his technique, quickly pouring more energy into the palm of his right hand as he raised it towards the Butcher roughly an instant after having felt his opponent’s energy spike up; firing off a massive blast of energy in order to try and cancel out the incoming barrage once again like he had done before during this battle. ”Are you even trying? Or do you want me to finally try a bit harder, because this is getting rather droll…mr Butcher…"
As if to try and prove his words wrong, the saiyan paladin’s blade was once again ready to try and take Ghast’s blood, but with some quick thinking and his analytical mind granting him better insight in how his opponents operated, all he had to do was make swift and precise changes in his posture and his footing over and over again, narrowly avoiding each slash and each thrust as if he had completely seen through his opponent’s pattern, only to suddenly lunge forward with blinding speed when his opponent’s technique had ended with a combination of swift thrusts and slashes of his own, attempting to try and his every single vital point upon the Butcher’s body…with a technique which was eerily similar to the one he had used on the doctor not too long ago. ”You must’ve seen this coming…after all, you’re not the only one with a weapon in this little bout."
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 18, 2023 13:08:07 GMT -5
Suddenly, the Paladin's swings were rendered useless as each of them struck out, not as though they were missing, but more as though they weren't affecting the doctor, his shield effortlessly holding up and withstanding all of those swings. Bersimmon had seen this ability once or twice before, but not enough to expect it from the doctor.
Even his chi blasts were not enough to make up for the differences in skill and strength between the two fighters, as even though Bersimmon was more tenacious, the Doctor had an answer for every attack he used. He was being reduced to the level of a scrub, or a meathead as he had been able to do little but waste his chi as his multi-burst chi attack was countered with a powerful exploding Chi that the doctor had used earlier, the Saiyan remembering once again as the Technique that had killed his allies when he'd used it, stirring mixed feelings within the Saiyan.
As Butch Saw the technique he just used being utilized by his foe in battle, However, roughly one second before the blows came, he simply ducked and weaved, deciding to show his speed and grace off by letting the blows miss him by roughly 1 inch in order to show off his bravado just a bit. He may have had a hard head, but speed was this Saiyans' other specialty.
"You really are bored, huh," He said, wheezing a bit as he hunched over.
"Well, I hope I'm about to make this a bit more memorable."
Bring his sword up again as he straightened up a bit, He rushed forwards, pulling his Saiyan Blade up and bringing it down in the same direction as his chest, following up with a blow from the other side, and finally finishing it with the original side.
"You were saying something before. What did you mean by 'mine already'?" He admittedly was puzzled by that statement, and he had the feeling that even if he did go all out, he may not win.
Actions:
Free) Paladin Set (-1 DR) Vs. Potential splash damage from blast cancel
1) Precognition Vs. Kuzu Ryu Sen
2-4) Triple Strike DR 4.5 (PL: 1,844,348) (Impossible to completely dodge/block)
51.4% Left
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 19, 2023 5:28:27 GMT -5
The doctor was quite interested in seeing how the saiyan paladin managed to somehow replicate the movements he had displayed earlier, ending up with his own sword art failing miserably as none of his slashes and thrusts managed to get a proper hit on his opponent. Ghast was quite pleased with this turn of events, finding it rather fascinating to see how saiyans could actually grow and evolve through combat. He had seen this before several times, but this particular specimen was really taking the cake when it came to the speed and efficiency of their constant growth during battle. However, perhaps his opponent knew, perhaps he did not, but the mad scientist was no slouch either, in fact...he had been holding back so significantly it was in fact starting to hurt, becoming harder and harder to keep his own mutation in check. With the mutation writhing underneath his armor and padded clothing, the doctor was sufficiently distracted to see and feel the massive blade the Butcher was wielding be slowed down by his body shield, yet still capable of passing through it partially, tearing a gash through his padded clothing, nicking his armor and delivering enough of a blow and shock for the doctor to actually feel the pain. Yet, to his surprise, the saiyan's focus was kept intact, while his had been flaundering, resulting in another more painful slash running through his side and reverberating with great noise and a deep cracking sound in his side, and while no blood would be drawn from the bloodless maniac, the sound of fracturing ribs made it quite clear that there had been at least some damage from that second slash, enough to understand that the mad scientist was not coming unharmed out of this altercation. Thinking he had managed to suppress his mutation for the moment, the doctor tried to step back ever so slightly, trying to properly raise his forearm to enter the path of the third slash in an attempt to slow down the weapon and perhaps change its trajectory to avoid any more lethal blows... With his forearm showing a deep gash in the padding and revealing an inhumanly thick bone underneath the bracers and gauntlets he wore, the doctor's true nature was slowly being revealed, the masking attributes being slowly torn away by the Saiyan paladin's persistence. Though he was now clearly more haggard and more damaged than he had been before, the doctor slowly started chuckling when hearing the Butcher ask his final question. His chuckle slowly started to turn into a laugh, which turned into a hackling, almost gurgling cough. ”Let me...urk...show you..." A white, thick substance started to pour and seep out of the cracks in the doctor's helmet, while a black, pressurized fog started to burst out of the gashes and holes in his clothing, quickly surrounding and covering the doctor from top to bottom, veiling his form as the materials, whatever they might have been, started to reshape and reform themselves...until something akin to a skeleton, covered in floaty, somewhat fog-like clothes stood before Bersimmon, like a nightmare made flesh...or more precisely: bone. "Now then, what was it again?" With his sharp, bony hands raising from within the black, fog-like shape that surrounded the doctor like a cloak, the doctor clenched his hands ever so slightly as he started to float upwards, a trail of his fog-like darkness following behind him as he held his hand close to his face and pointed with his palms towards the saiyan paladin. "Right...Solar Flare!!"From his hands, a light erupted which drove away the doctor's own dark fog for a few moments, revealing that underneath he was just as skeletal as the rest that he had shown so far. the light blinding and seering the eyes of many a spectator, before the mad scientist would drop back to the ground, his cloak of darkness returning around his skeletal form. "Are you enjoying the light?? In that case, I reckon you'll adore the darkness of the utter void..." Chuckling with glee, the doctor reached forwards with his hands, seemingly tearing a gash in the very fabric of time and space itself, allowing the void beyond dimensions to seep into this reality in the form of a thick, concentrated black miasma which corroded and poisoned anything on its path as it started to spread throughout the entire battlefield, barely being contained by the massive energy barrier the saiyan had erected at the start of the battle. "Just like evolution, I am inevitable...mr.Butcher," Letting out a deep sigh of relief as he managed to tap into his well of energy hidden within himself, draining his reserves in order to maintain his power, Doctor Ghast could feel his energy returning, increasing even. "I will force you to evolve, to grow whether you want it or not...and should you fail, well in that case you can simply die for the sake of my research..."
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Post by Mila on Dec 19, 2023 20:03:35 GMT -5
RP Award: Dr. Ghast Switching hands here because I feel Dr. Ghast has a better grasp of the flow. This round was dead set even though, well with a bit of Ghast getting a tickle of the upperhand. Keep on going gentlemen Projected Damage Report: Bersi: 25.72% Damage (+7.97% DMG since last report) Arms: Shoulders are taking a beating, those suiken may be a bit on the weaker scaling just eating attacks will wear your body down fast, expect it hard to swing your weapon a bit (Not too hard yet, but boy watch out). Legs: Good Body: Armor is taking a beating from the heat, can you really handle it? Now your armor has clean dents from the blindly wild swings of Ghast's weapon and his own limbs. That blast cancel left marks all over as well. Head: Good Ghast: 7.45% Damage (+6.01% DMG since last report) Arms: Started to get bad with trying to block the Triple Strike. Legs: Good Body: Armor or whatever you wear got a diagonal cut from Bersi's blade, be careful. Not much damage at all but that can add up. Now there is evidence of even more damage from the heavy swings of Bersi's broadsword. Head: Good |
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 21, 2023 22:51:45 GMT -5
The old Doctor seemingly started to babble with himself, until he raised his voice some more. Then he even decided to copy Butch's technique which had just blinded him, firing it back at him. As the flash came, he threw a hand in front of his face, trying to keep his eyes closed long enough to avoid the same fate, although it was probably a fool's errand now that he had already caught a glimpse.
"You OK?" Bersimmon asked, watching the older one closely as he started muttering again.
Suddenly, there was a tear in the fabrics of reality, and darkness poured out. Not wanting to find out what would happen if he touched it, he tried to backflip away as it began to pool in different areas of the arena, jumping around every spot until he started to hack up a bit, as he did somehow manage to come into contact with it, feeling like he did once again when Yan channeled his chaos energy into the Saiyans' body, except this time it was meant to be entirely harmful.
His body started to feel the pain, corrupting some of his thoughts as well.
"Evolution? Me? "
Pulling out a flask and pouring the brandy down his throat, he hoped the mental after-effects would somehow mess with the damage, and although he did feel a bit better, he knew it would only be temporary.
"Are you a monster? And why are you acting this way? I've heard the whole 'you're weaker than me' Jazz but not something about evolution." He said, staring intently at the Doctor.
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Actions:
Free) take solar flare
1) Maneuvers vs Dread Void (blind) (-1 DR(Paladin Set)
2) Potion (+15%) (blind)
51.4% Ki Before
66.4% After this turn
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