Guldo [W] vs Krillin [Killed] [Ref: Azazel]

Krillin had been holding his own till now, and the two looked as though the battle would continue until the two were unable to move. The exhaustion starting to tax both of the fighters, atleast to the battle weary monk's eyes.   His last onslaught had been successful, but the green menace evidently had more tricks up his sleeve.

Guldo raised his hand, a blue ball shooting forth, Krillin not quick enough to dodge the attack so soon after his own offensive. He threw his hands up and did his best to absorb the damage, but he couldn't seem to pour ki into his defenses the way he had been. Krillin slid back, holding a few moments before being flung back by the powerful explosion that followed.

He pulled his head up from the rubble, just in time to see the warrior shove the stimpack into his stubby leg, Krillin feeling the confidence draining at the sight. He hurried to his feet as fast as his broken body would allow, the monk was in trouble now, and he knew it.

The rotund wretch raised a hand, firing a second blast, and Krillin dove to the side as fast as he could, narrowly avoiding the attack. He didn't however avoid the second, simultaneous attack, throwing his arms up but immediately blasted through one pile of rubble and into a second, the monk feeling bones crack as his flesh met the hard stone.

His hope had faded. His body ached. His mind throbbed. He was not strong enough. His power, though considerable, felt lacking now.

Krillin stood from the pile as the dust cleared, blood dripping from his ear, barely able to raise his left arm. He struggled to keep his focus, the pain crippling as he attempted to slow his labored breathing.

"You are a formidable warrior," said Krillin between breaths, as he shuffled himself across the battlefield towards his opponent, holding his injured arm with his right. "I am not sure that I have what it takes to defeat you," he said solemnly as he continued along the now cleared path, the huge blasts having incinerated, or dispersed the majority of the remnants of the gym, the distance between the two having closed considerably. "Until my last breath though....," Krillin said, continuing the snails pace toward Guldo, "I. Will. Fight!!!"

With that, Krillin brought both hands out in front of him, gritting his teeth as he released the charged blast he had been holding in a massive blue wave, the recoil clearing all of the dust and smoke from the air as the sonic boom expanded from Krillin's hands. 


A1) Block [.4%]
A2) PF+Dodge [.7%]
A3) Block [.4%]
A4/Tactician) Charged Kamehameha Beam [DR 6, 12.8%]

Ki Used: 14.3%
Total Used: 79.7%(120%)
Ki Remaining 20.3%
Health 59%

Krillin cursed as the pungent perpetrator dashed to the side, avoiding the cobalt beam by mere inches.  Krillin gathered his strength for his next defense against the grotesque green skinned serpent, turning and backing up as the would be vulture circled his prey.  The next attack came at him, the weary monk unable to dodge the attack.  

By instinct alone, Krillin pushed his energy to his cold sweaty palms, the paltry remains of his ki coalescing into the azure glow within his hands.   The beam approached and Krillin stood still, waiting.  "Kame....," he mouthed, barely more than a whisper.  The light shined brighter as the glow marbled with orange as it seeped visibly through the monks hands, his flesh staining the light as it passed through.  "hame..." he continued, the sound struggling forth from his tightly clinched jaw.   As the beam closed on its target, staining the horizon red with its presence, Krillin flung his own hands forth and with a shout released his own attack, "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"    The Cyan beam shot forth from his hands, meeting his opponents crimson bolt of energy just before it would have engulfed him.  As the two forces collided, Krillin pushed desperately giving all of himself into the attack, even as deep furrows dug from the monk's firmly planted feet as the power of the two forces pushed against one another.   

The chunks of debris assaulted the monk, but he held firm against the chunks of stone that peppered him, his resolve alone holding him in place.  


The beam faded and Krillin felt himself stagger at the loss of energy.   He grabbed down at his belt pouch, pulling the vial free and chugging the contents, the pink fluid restoring some of his energy, though doing nothing for the strain his body had endured.   

The monk tossed the bottle to the side, the small vial shattering amidst the debris and corpses that lay on the ground, the sight of one of the fallen spectators sparking anger once again, bringing fire to the forefront of Krillin's thoughts.  "I might die, but that doesn't mean I can't take you with me!," yelled Krillin, knowing that it might very well be the strain he was putting his body through that killed him.  He rushed forward, his ki charged scalp aimed once again at the rotund warriors gut.



A1/A2/A3) Fully Charged Kamehameha Beam vs A2  [DR 7, 14.2%] PL 146,445
Take A3/A4 
A4) Potion  [.4%]
Tactician) Mastered Hammerhead  [.9%]


Ki Used: 15.5%
Ki Restored: 15%
Total Used: 80.2%(135.5%)
Ki Remaining 19.8%

Health 59%
Attacks Taken this round: Dragon Dive [DR 6](Advance Blocked),  BBA x2[DR 5.5] Blocked, Telekinesis x2.  Dark Kamehameha TBD

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