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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 22, 2023 16:12:50 GMT -5
"Tenacious, aren’t we?" The doctor let out a chuckle again, the black, fog-like attire which covered his bony, plated body shivering as he did so. His eyes, sunken deep within the sockets of his skull-like head flickered with a deep purple light as the mad scientist relished in the idea that the Butcher was still up to continue the fight. With the toxic and corrosive miasma from the void slowly subsiding and the scent of rot and decay permeating the battlefield, doctor Ghast found it all the more amusing that his opponent had somehow managed to remain mostly unscathed at first glance, truly being a testament to the known tenacity of the Saiyan race. For a moment, in his excitement, a sound almost akin to radio chatter seemed to escape the doctor's vocal chords or whatever had to pass through for those in his unique case, a mixture of garbled and muddled sounds that seemed to drill straight into the mind rather than go through the ears. "💧︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ☞︎🕆︎☠︎📪︎ ❄︎⚐︎ ✌︎👍︎❄︎🕆︎✌︎☹︎☹︎✡︎ ☞︎✋︎☠︎👎︎ 💣︎✡︎💧︎☜︎☹︎☞︎ ✌︎ 💧︎🕆︎👌︎☺︎☜︎👍︎❄︎ ☞︎⚐︎☼︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💣︎✌︎☠︎✡︎ ☠︎☜︎🕈︎ ❄︎☜︎💧︎❄︎💧︎ ❄︎☟︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎ ✌︎👎︎💣︎✋︎☠︎✋︎💧︎❄︎☜︎☼︎"Ghast leaned backward, a glass vial appeared within the grasp of his left hand out of nowhere, the contents of which; a strange green liquid, he immediately poured down his throat, effectively dousing his skeletal form with the liquid, allowing it to work its magic on his constitution and energy. Though it wasn't all that much, with a deep breath and a long exhale, the twisted scholar showed that it still had enough of an effect to further replenish the energy he had lost throughout this bout. "I...am a scientist, I search for the limits that evolution brings to us and then I break those limits," Letting out a chuckle, the doctor raised both his hands for a moment, giving the saiyan his time to drink whatever concoction he too wanted to cleanse his throat with. "Fear, pain, despair, all are useful tools to bring one to their next stage of evolution and I for one am curious with all my test subjects, to see if they too could evolve similarly as I did...so very long ago."Revealing the silver shortsword in his right hand, the doctor laughed as he suddenly launched himself forwards again, stopping right in front of the saiyan paladin with the aim to use this abrupt shift in weight to speed up his right arm's forward motion to thrust with the short blade at the saiyan's center mass, before he followed up this initial move with a slash from left to right, aimed to go across the saiyan's chest, before finally finishing with a diagonal slash from right to left, attempting to slice the Butcher from his left shoulder to the right side of his pelvis. "Now...show me just how quick you evolve or how fast you fall apart...I can live with both endings."
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 24, 2023 23:40:10 GMT -5
As Ghast spoke, he felt as if he was being attacked by the sound he made, the chaos energy he had received from the 'monkey' (As Yan was occasionally called) allowing him to understand some of it.
"What the hell was that?!" He yelled, holding his head as if he was in pain. What is this guy?
"At least you're having fun, doc," He said as he attempted to defend against the doctor's next attack, weaving to his left as he saw it ahead of time. Ghast was now attempting to bring the fight closer to him, and Bersimmon could not be happier. It was as if anything else was pointless, Butch decided after thinking about strategy for a second or two. But as he had that inkling, he felt his armor and chest become flayed, the silver armor taking some of the blow, but not all of it. Doctor Ghast then went for what seemed like a deathblow, a very dangerous swing the Saiyan managed to catch in his head, yet only just barely, raising his weapon to attempt to smack away the smaller weapon, using his own chi to give himself a temporary increase in strength that allowed his muscles to act quickly, slamming his opponent's weapon away. Surprised whether it succeeded or not, Butch put his right foot forwards and tensing it up, pushing himself backwards about two feet.
After retreating a short distance, Butch held his blade out, and quickly gathered some of the poisonous energy from around him, sucking it up like a vacuum of chi that entered through his blade and then through his hands, giving him a dark-pink aura. It can't really be me... He thought, as he continued to soak up the chi, becoming mildly nauseous.
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Actions:
Free) Crush Stance (Two non-offensive actions done in a row)
1) Sital-enhanced helm allows for extra free dodge vs weapon techs (Still Blind)
Free2) Take Action 4
2) Block Speed (Blind)
Blind Ends.
3) DPU +5% 1/5
4) DPU +5% 2/5
74.4% Ki left after this turn (Energy Steal)
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 25, 2023 8:53:22 GMT -5
"This truly is becoming bothersome," The doctor let out a deep sigh when realizing that despite having been able to set the tone and the flow of the battle, he was far from being dominant in this clash, still having too many openings in his assaults and attempts to end the battle cleanly for the saiyan paladin to make used of in order to avoid reaching the targeted conclusion the doctor hoped for. He wondered if it was because he wasn’t pressing hard enough or because he had not been focusing enough on utilizing everything he had within his arsenal of techniques and abilities, but so far the battle had not gotten much further than it had gone before, with but a few decent blows and slashes actually landing and hampering his opponent’s sustained tenacity. "Right, I’m done with this farçe," Underneath the foggy cloak, Ghast tensed his bony frame, settling himself back into the rather aggressive stance he had taken at the start of the beginning; the exact same stance his opponent as well seemed to be privy to. Breathing in deeply, the doctor grunted a simple line, but it’s effect was undeniable, as in a mere instant blue flames burned atop the foggy black cloak and something seemed to be writhing underneath the cloak, as if the doctor’s boney arms and legs got denser, more defined and juiced with additional power and weight to them. "Flames of Hell, Grant me strength!"Raising his right hand, the mad scientist’s skull-like face contorted into a wicked smile, when the glistening trinket around one of said hand’s fingers vanished and in it’s place, a rather unassuming looking blade made from the jawbone of an ox appeared into the doctor’s hand, glistening with strange and alluring glyphs and brimming with an unholy, unsavory bloodlust deep within the blade. "This blade is thought to have been the weapon with which the first murder had been committed… a joke of course, but you can’t deny it has a proper feel, wouldn’t you say?"Not giving his opponent the time to answer this particular question, the twisted being leaped at the butcher, spinning around his axle as he attempted to slice open the chest of his opponent with both his shorts sword and the first blade, following this up with a quick succession of backwards elbows aimed at the throat when he managed to gain a footing in front of the Butcher. However, Ghast was far from done yet, continuing his dual wielding assault by turning on his heels, thrusting one blade after the other towards his opponent’s center mass before trying to aim a couple of forward stomps with his feet towards the saiyan paladin’s gut. Trying to really lay it all in there, the doctor quickly continued with a few consecutive slashes aimed once more at the saiyan’s chest, followed by a quick pair of successive jabs with the left hand holding the faithful blade. Sadly for the Butcher though, if he thought this would be the end of it, he couldn’t be more wrong, as soon after that quick succession, the doctor went into overdrive, accelerating to unprecedented measurements of speed, darting around the battlefield as he threw slash after slash, thrust after thrust towards Bersimmon, attempting to deliver each and every possible cut with the precision only a learned surgeon could present or ironically… a Butcher…
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 27, 2023 21:50:31 GMT -5
As Ghast spoke about his sword, he felt a small amount of excitement, facing something so powerful. It was like he could feel how strong it was, and the aura also gave off some bad vibes like a serial-killer left out of jail. It was at that moment that he was distracted enough for Ghasts' blow to graze him, a bit of blood flying through the air, hitting the Doctor and landing around Ghast' cheek. next his elbows connected with the Saiyan as well, almost knocking the air out of the Paladin Bersimmon. This Saiyan wouldn't quit with this yet, he was beginning to have fun.
He then drew his longsword and slammed it into the first blade as he brought his Broadsword up and smacked away the wayward oath, going in for a devastating head-on attack in which he thrust the longsword forward, then swung his Saiyan Blade at his collarbone. However, that was not going to put Ghast out, according to the battle as it had played out up to this part. After the strike he had made, he felt like something big was coming. He saw in his mind, the image of a maelstrom of attacks and jumped into dealing with that immediately. He brought his weapons to his side, slashing and swinging at the incoming blades, connecting his swords with as many different enemy attacks as possible, hoping to deter his foe with his speed and strength, using a portion of his remaining energy and suffering from muscle soreness.
Although he blocked a lot of hits, a decent amount still got through, and the Saiyan Paladin was getting even more bloodied. He was starting to get envious of this doc's strength, even. Butch then advanced forwards once more, bringing his swords down twice, each in the form of a cross-shape.
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Actions:
Free) Take A3
Free) Blademaster Stance 1/2 (Countering)
1) Counter A4
2) Block Vs. Speed
3) Vast Cross DR 3
4) Vast Cross DR 3
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Dec 28, 2023 16:42:53 GMT -5
"What the...?!" Ghast's sunken eyes darted to the side when his Faithful blade was being punted aside, his other arm swinging into the Butcher's direction with the First blade followed suit, with it being deflected and redirected as well. The doctor was still somewhat flabberghasted by this sudden switch in the saiyan paladin's fighting style, but it was not too much to handle, as a moment of confusion was quickly replaced by a swift response. With his physical prowess far outclassing his saiyan opponent, the mad scientist could recover from the redirection of his limbs much faster than Bersimmon had probably counted on, allowing Ghast to defend against the incoming thrust and hew with the blades by simply vibrating both his own blades and crossing them in front of himself. While the faithful blade managed to absorb the impact of the incoming thrust with the longsword, the First blade in the doctor's other hand acted more as a leverage to avoid his arms from being pushed back again, which made stopping the force of the incoming cleave towards his collarbone all the easier and less risky, as he simply had to lift both his arms and let the vibration running through his blades to the rest in terms of dissipating the energy and impact behind the incoming slash. Though his own techniques hadn't all managed to land a decent hit, it seemed that the difference in their physical prowess and endurance was going to be the defining factor in this bout, for while the doctor had been taking quite some hits by now, he had yet to truly need much medical attention. However, as he had grown a bit winded by the technique he had just unleashed, not to mention the fact that his energy had been running a bit low compared to the start of the battle, the mad scientist knew that at some point he had to stop holding back too much and had to take this little game seriously. After all, there was only so much time that he had alotted to this dalliance and he couldn't waste too much time on what was in essence nothing more than a distraction to his more 'important' work. While he was contemplating his next steps, the Sage got blindsided by his opponent, forcing him to switch the grip on both his weapons to reverse in order to get ready to just tank the incoming slashes making the doctor grunt in pain when the Butcher's blades drove themselves through the foggy armor and into the plated, bone structure that was the mad scientist's actual body. With cracks appearing momentarily and a deep yelp escaping the doctor's maw, it was clear that he without question had felt the impact of those last two slashes, skipping a bit backwards while breathing heavily. "Now that...that was exhilleratingly painful," Breathing in deeply, the doctor's fiery flames once again reappeared, heating up his body and his surroundings when his bones creakes and thickened considerably, showing that whatever strength he now held within his grasp had once more reached a new level. "Flames of Hell, grant me strength!!"Letting out a chuckle, the doctor's sunken purple eyes suddenly shone brightly with a sinister glow, his bony left hand reaching forwards with the faithful blade still in his hand. The arena seemed to cool down, almost as if a blizzard was suddenly battering those who were within it, freezing anything in its wake. In truth though, this was Ghast trying to overload Bersimmon with the idea that he was conjuring up this blizzard in reality, attempting to convince him that he was being frozen to the bone. "Now...let's get this show on the road, shall we?" Ghast's skull-like face contorted into a rather wicked grin, as he raised both his arms, switching the grip on both his blades to a regular grip again when they both burst into flames, the heat turning the metal of the faithful blade and the bone of the First blade blazing red. However, the doctor only seemed to lean a bit forward after this, suddenly vanishing from his position, only to reappear up close to Bersimmon, that same wicked grin now but a few inches away from the young saiyan's own face. In a split second, the doctor swung down both his arms, attempting to slice diagonally through the Butcher's shoulder's in the form of a cross, quite literally attempting to quarter the Butcher with blazing flames and blinding speed, after which Ghast quickly reversed his grip on his swords, allowing him to retrace the earlier slashes in the opposite direction: attempting to cut his opponent from his hips to his shoulders in similar fashion. "And now...for the coup de grâce," With a chuckle the doctor lept backwards, slicing once more through the air with both his blades, mirroring what he had done before, as from the tear in reality which he had created, from deep within the void, the same dark, foul and corrosive miasma began spewing forth like a dark fog, permeating the battlefield and its combatants once more. "Take a deep breath...it's the doctor's orders after all..."
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Mila
Story Teller
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Post by Mila on Dec 28, 2023 23:09:17 GMT -5
RP Award: Dr. Ghast Oh yea Ghast keeps it. He has taken control of this battle completely. Projected Damage Report: Bersi: 82.97% damage (+57.25% DMG since last report) Ghast: 10.21% (+2.76% DMG since last report) Yea that weapon change really made a big difference... |
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Post by Bersimmon on Dec 30, 2023 12:56:35 GMT -5
((Hal wins. Congrats!))
As he bled, suddenly he felt an overwhelming gale overtake his body, wondering what to do, it slowly became colder and colder. Adding to the danger, he lit his sword aflame. "Shit."
As the slashes came, The Butcher quickly parried against the first two strikes, then the next strike managed to cut and cauterize the wound it made, preventing much blood to leave, but the pain of the blow was still mitigated, and the fourth strike was ultimately dodged via the Butcher stepping back. As The Void once more oozed dark energy.
Butch fell to his knees, and punched the ground with full force, the Arena fractured into a thousand pieces, before collapsing due to the miasma, breathing quickly enough that he had inhaled a bit, though luckily it wasn't actually chasing the Butcher; It was at least not likely enough to kill the Saiyan.
"Damn, you're strong... Take the prize then." He said, in between coughs.
"It was a fun fight, but I'll admit, I had an extra transformation I neglected to use. I just didn't think it would've helped," he was able to say before falling unconscious.
Actions:
Free)
1) Block A3
2) Partial block/dodge A4
3) Partial block/dodge Dread Void
4) Surrender
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Post by Dr. Ghast on Jan 1, 2024 11:46:26 GMT -5
"It would've been pointless..." The doctor, somewhat annoyed by the sudden surrender after his opponent had shown to do his utter best to avoid most damage from his assault, slowly floated closer to Bersimmon. When he had reached the saiyan paladin, he landed softly, with not a single sound reverberating through the arena as he did so. As his black, foggy cloak draped around him once more, finally being allowed to settle upon its host, it took a more pronounced form, looking almost like some sort of lab or trenchcoat wrapping itself around the mad scientist, who in his utter disbelief let out a deep, hollow sigh when he looked down upon the Butcher. "Pity, you have not gone to the utmost of your limits and as such you have failed to evolve and thus failed to give me any good data to work with...so far."Letting out another sigh, the doctor would reach within the trenchcoat-shaped fog, pulling out a metal syringe which he gently led towards the saiyan's neck, penetrating the skin and the major artery held within the neck, pushing the liquid held within the syringe into the newly acquired test subject's circulatory system. "As I said, the price was purely bait for people like you...now let's see if you can evolve from this little concoction...what did I bring by the way?"As he tried to read the label on the side of the syringe, the twisted scholar let out a rather unnerving chuckle, turning his attention back to the unconscious saiyan with delight and intrigue. "Oh this is a good one, it should grant you instant transmission without having to rely on that scroll and the strange and pointless magic involved with it..."Perhaps it was a boon to the saiyan that he had fallen unconscious, for he'd feel his skin evaporating and freezing as if he had reached some sort of vacuum, but to the people within the arena the sight might have been much worse, for where the Saiyan had been laying unconscious, they could now only see empty armor and clothes slowly dissipating, revealing nothing but an empty and strangely pristine skinsuit, with no one having any idea where the rest of the Butcher's body had gone. "Ah...I see, well...I didn't expect that to happen..." Ghast let out a chuckle, turning around to walk away from the arena, hoping he'd soon have someone else to act as a test subject or bait for his machinations. "Teleporting skinless into space...horrifyingly brutal, but I do think there's some use for this failure of a drug..."
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