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Tarble: Combat 3, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
Azazel: Combat 1, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
ᴛᴀʀʙʟᴇLast Monday at 10:09 PM
And so they stood in the Forest of Illusion. It had been a couple days since their trip to the primal hellscape that Lucifer had condemned them to, but they all came out of it stronger. faster. Durable. Even Tarble and Yamato had managed to impress Azazel to a degree, but impression wasn't all that went through the Saiyan God's head. There had to be more to this, didn't there? Once Tarble made it to the forest once again, Azazel stood in front of them. The two had agreed to coming back to the Forest, but what was the purpose exactly? Tarble spoke.
"I want to fight." It was a bold request. It was well known that Azazel was stronger than Tarble, but he didn't need to test his strength against a lesser opponent. The last time they fought, it was in the Astral Realm. There was power, but to truly feel the pressure that Azazel could exert, that was what he wanted. "I'm having Yamato prepare a tank for me. It has rejuvenation qualities that far exceed what Senzu can do to my body." He intended to abuse himself with his Zenkai. Azazel would make Tarble stronger.
"I want to feel the gap between us, Azazel. Let's do this!"
210
June 15, 2019
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟYesterday at 2:50 PM
Azazel grinned, a sly look about himself as the three of them manifested back inside the forest of illusion, their minds melding back into their true timeline and everything coming back into speed. They had only been gone for hours, but spending time in Hell especially that primal Hell and in another timeline had made it so years had passed. The three of them had endured unimaginable pain, digging deeper within themselves to find every vestige of strength their bodies could muster... all to break through their limits and obtain new heights. The princes right hand gripped the seedling in which Lucifer had handed him, a seed which could be planted to grow a Tree of Might... but infused with the essences of his former fallen princes... who had rebelled against Lucifer with him. The tree would sap the power and energy from an entire world and then feed it to the user exponentially increasing their power beyond their wildest dreams. The seed fizzled into a pocket dimension the primordial had access to as Tarble finished his proclamation of wanting to fight... to experience the gap between them... and the primordial knew why... he would abuse his races ability to grow stronger after being terribly beaten in combat, a useful trait for a warrior race.
"You wish for me to make you stronger by breaking your body Tarble?" Azazel chuckled as he cracked his neck and allowed his red trench coat to fall from his body, his ebony Shadowguard armor caught the rays of light shimmering between the tree tops and appeared to absorb them like the armor was crafted from a black hole. Chuckling ever so slightly the prince drew his pistols from their holsters and threw them up in the air, the weapons de-materializing into the pocket void he kept. This would be a combat with fists only, the bones of the Saiyan God would break beneath his fists.
"The only tools are our own two fists... I hope you are ready... because I won't be holding back."
It was a fair warning to the King as his gaze shifted then upon Yamato, it would be hard for him to watch, but he also knew better than to interfere. Closing his eyes Azazel let his aura of obsidian flame leak outwards, the very air burning with a coldness that most would take for the icy grip of death reaching outward. The princes muscles swelled as crackling crimson energies rippled through the air, singing the very atmosphere as the ground cracked and disintegrated away, the pressure of his ancient energies warping the reality in which they stood. He was going to break it open slowly, his eyes glowed a deeper crimson, his ebony locks spiked and turned white as his fangs elongated further. His first elevation would get the ball rolling nicely he thought, a magenta hue infused into his deeply saturated crimson irises as the power of chaos took root.
"Prepare yourself child!"
The primordial took off, his right hook smashing into the Kings face with blinding and crushing force.
WC: 512
ᴛᴀʀʙʟᴇYesterday at 6:32 PM
Azazel seemed to take up more intrigue in his request than anything, but it was better than rejection. Before long, the primordial deemed all weapons unneccessary, having them put off to the wayside. It was time for a proper bare-knuckled brawl between the two of them. The Saiyan simply took the cream gloves from his hands off of his frame and tossed them away. They held tools he could have used in an all out fight, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He needed pain. He needed to feel every ounce of what the primordial could give him right now.
The Saiyan watched as the demonic prince began to erupt with amazingly powerful and dark energies that swirled around him. His mucles broke normal size records, the very ground cracked and left in a fit of ash and dust. Tarble watched on with mild shock at how much energy the primordial was putting out, but at the same time, it was not surprising. They had spent years in the hellscape together, they were well aware of how much energy the other person held. To use it against one another.. it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for the fabrics of space and time themselves to tremble at the sight of them ready to clash.
As soon as Azazel stated for him to brace himself, that was exactly what he did. In the split second it took for the creature to warp forward, to speed along the gap made between them, Tarble had summoned up his own inner strength. Sapphire hair and teal pupils shifted along his body as his mortal energy burned away, giving way to that of the divine. He had become a God, moving into his Blue form in that very same instant. What was once a warp forward became a viewable moment to the Saiyan.
But that didn't stop him from taking that blow to the jaw.
That solid punch pushed his head back a good ways, caused him to turn his head, but.. Tarble glared forward all the same. "That power.. it's so much." He laughed a bit out of amusement. The Saiyan loved this. Pain stung at his cheek, but he'd give it right back. The Tarble from a few months ago would have quivered, wouldn't have dared to even think of striking back after feeling such might. This time?
"THEN LET'S GO!"
His fist came down close the ground, dust curling itself around the limb from nothing more than the oxygen ripping around the attack. The fist ripped upward, threatening to smash into Azazel's chin. The combined power and impact from their attacks was enough to uproot the trees around them in the forst, each weaving, dodging and blocking around the other's attacks. Barely anyone could touch them, the Kanassans could only dream of getting close.
The Primordial Exile and the True King had made the planet into their stage. Now they would dance upon it, consequences be damned.
497 / 707
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟYesterday at 10:35 PM
The planet was in for a treat the primordial thought, trees and earth shattered as the two warriors issued and received their first strikes, Tarbles fist squarely catching the ancient one upon his chin as his own blow rocked the Saiyan Gods face. In an instant the two of them were gone, sonic booms and flashing of lightening dotted the landscape and the sky as the two warped instantaneously across the planet, trading kicks, punches, elbows and headbutts. The Saiyan King had the look of excitement upon his face, even the primordial Azazel could not help but grin as he parried and reversed yet another thunder cracking combination. They were everywhere and no where at once, the north pole of Kanassa, the south pole, western hemisphere and then the eastern... down upon the ocean floor, the sea parting as the two of them jettisoned as nothing but pure energy, their Sapphire and Crimson/Ebony energy intermingling as they rocketed upwards through the atmosphere and into the orbit of the planet, the weightlessness of space welcomed them as the two beings hovered momentarily and stared at one another.
Azazel telepathically spoke with the Saiyan King as a smirk covered his face, his eyes were not filled with anger or contempt but with mirth, this so far had been amusing for the being that pre dated everything, the mortal who took the power of a god had at last finally started grasping his energies and utilizing them more efficiently.
"You have done well Tarble... I'm almost proud... if I were capable of mortal emotions I'm sure that would be the feeling."(edited)
Azazel's voice was filled with a levity that quickly transferred to a seriousness as silver and ebony armor started manifesting itself upon his body, the form fitting demonic armor was generated by his spiking levels of power, his body reduced in size slightly, his muscles taking a more dense and lean tone as his eyes shifted to a crimson and amber hue, his silvery hair grew longer and spikier as midnight ebony wings of arcane fire burst from his back and spanned out several feet in either direction, his fiery obsidian aura burst to prominence as silver lightening radiated through out the flames. While Tarble was indeed stronger than ever before this would be the limit to which the dark prince could safely elevate himself to and not kill the King of the Oath Empire... Flexing his weightless fingers Azazel knew he was now twice as strong as he had been before in his first elevation, a sick grin etched across his face as the power of his Chaos form intermingled with his primordial energies.
Vanishing as if moving in a world without time purple energy manifested around his fists, his Futae no Kiwami was one skill he had kept from view... and for good reason, the technique was simply brutal and would normally be complete over kill, today though... infused with his chaotic primordial energies it would wreck havoc upon the Saiyan's body... breaking down his cells on a molecular level... eating away at his strength regardless of his God Ki's attempt to combat it... there were perks to being a primordial after all.(edited)
The first blow rocked Tarble's midsection, the transference of crippling energies mingled with his massive power upgrade would send shock waves of torment through the elevated mortals body, his left hand struck open palmed in his solar plexus, forcing the Saiyans armor to shatter upon impact as Azazel lifted both his hands up above his head and interlocked his fingers, driving a crippling axe hand blow down upon Tarbles bent forward body, cracking the back of his armor and blasting him downwards and into the planets atmosphere, his body encapsulated in burning purplish flames as Azazel spear tackled the Saiyan God around his midsection, pinning his arms and blasting them down towards the surface and break neck and blinding speed.
"Every choice has a consequence young one... your body is about to realize just how savage I can be!"
Azazel's words were spoken softly into the Kings ears as they both ignited and then exploded into the planets tectonic plate!
WC: 794/1,306
Azazel: Combat 1, Combat Rune, VR Octagon
ᴛᴀʀʙʟᴇLast Monday at 10:09 PM
And so they stood in the Forest of Illusion. It had been a couple days since their trip to the primal hellscape that Lucifer had condemned them to, but they all came out of it stronger. faster. Durable. Even Tarble and Yamato had managed to impress Azazel to a degree, but impression wasn't all that went through the Saiyan God's head. There had to be more to this, didn't there? Once Tarble made it to the forest once again, Azazel stood in front of them. The two had agreed to coming back to the Forest, but what was the purpose exactly? Tarble spoke.
"I want to fight." It was a bold request. It was well known that Azazel was stronger than Tarble, but he didn't need to test his strength against a lesser opponent. The last time they fought, it was in the Astral Realm. There was power, but to truly feel the pressure that Azazel could exert, that was what he wanted. "I'm having Yamato prepare a tank for me. It has rejuvenation qualities that far exceed what Senzu can do to my body." He intended to abuse himself with his Zenkai. Azazel would make Tarble stronger.
"I want to feel the gap between us, Azazel. Let's do this!"
210
June 15, 2019
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟYesterday at 2:50 PM
Azazel grinned, a sly look about himself as the three of them manifested back inside the forest of illusion, their minds melding back into their true timeline and everything coming back into speed. They had only been gone for hours, but spending time in Hell especially that primal Hell and in another timeline had made it so years had passed. The three of them had endured unimaginable pain, digging deeper within themselves to find every vestige of strength their bodies could muster... all to break through their limits and obtain new heights. The princes right hand gripped the seedling in which Lucifer had handed him, a seed which could be planted to grow a Tree of Might... but infused with the essences of his former fallen princes... who had rebelled against Lucifer with him. The tree would sap the power and energy from an entire world and then feed it to the user exponentially increasing their power beyond their wildest dreams. The seed fizzled into a pocket dimension the primordial had access to as Tarble finished his proclamation of wanting to fight... to experience the gap between them... and the primordial knew why... he would abuse his races ability to grow stronger after being terribly beaten in combat, a useful trait for a warrior race.
"You wish for me to make you stronger by breaking your body Tarble?" Azazel chuckled as he cracked his neck and allowed his red trench coat to fall from his body, his ebony Shadowguard armor caught the rays of light shimmering between the tree tops and appeared to absorb them like the armor was crafted from a black hole. Chuckling ever so slightly the prince drew his pistols from their holsters and threw them up in the air, the weapons de-materializing into the pocket void he kept. This would be a combat with fists only, the bones of the Saiyan God would break beneath his fists.
"The only tools are our own two fists... I hope you are ready... because I won't be holding back."
It was a fair warning to the King as his gaze shifted then upon Yamato, it would be hard for him to watch, but he also knew better than to interfere. Closing his eyes Azazel let his aura of obsidian flame leak outwards, the very air burning with a coldness that most would take for the icy grip of death reaching outward. The princes muscles swelled as crackling crimson energies rippled through the air, singing the very atmosphere as the ground cracked and disintegrated away, the pressure of his ancient energies warping the reality in which they stood. He was going to break it open slowly, his eyes glowed a deeper crimson, his ebony locks spiked and turned white as his fangs elongated further. His first elevation would get the ball rolling nicely he thought, a magenta hue infused into his deeply saturated crimson irises as the power of chaos took root.
"Prepare yourself child!"
The primordial took off, his right hook smashing into the Kings face with blinding and crushing force.
WC: 512
ᴛᴀʀʙʟᴇYesterday at 6:32 PM
Azazel seemed to take up more intrigue in his request than anything, but it was better than rejection. Before long, the primordial deemed all weapons unneccessary, having them put off to the wayside. It was time for a proper bare-knuckled brawl between the two of them. The Saiyan simply took the cream gloves from his hands off of his frame and tossed them away. They held tools he could have used in an all out fight, but that wasn't what he was looking for. He needed pain. He needed to feel every ounce of what the primordial could give him right now.
The Saiyan watched as the demonic prince began to erupt with amazingly powerful and dark energies that swirled around him. His mucles broke normal size records, the very ground cracked and left in a fit of ash and dust. Tarble watched on with mild shock at how much energy the primordial was putting out, but at the same time, it was not surprising. They had spent years in the hellscape together, they were well aware of how much energy the other person held. To use it against one another.. it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for the fabrics of space and time themselves to tremble at the sight of them ready to clash.
As soon as Azazel stated for him to brace himself, that was exactly what he did. In the split second it took for the creature to warp forward, to speed along the gap made between them, Tarble had summoned up his own inner strength. Sapphire hair and teal pupils shifted along his body as his mortal energy burned away, giving way to that of the divine. He had become a God, moving into his Blue form in that very same instant. What was once a warp forward became a viewable moment to the Saiyan.
But that didn't stop him from taking that blow to the jaw.
That solid punch pushed his head back a good ways, caused him to turn his head, but.. Tarble glared forward all the same. "That power.. it's so much." He laughed a bit out of amusement. The Saiyan loved this. Pain stung at his cheek, but he'd give it right back. The Tarble from a few months ago would have quivered, wouldn't have dared to even think of striking back after feeling such might. This time?
"THEN LET'S GO!"
His fist came down close the ground, dust curling itself around the limb from nothing more than the oxygen ripping around the attack. The fist ripped upward, threatening to smash into Azazel's chin. The combined power and impact from their attacks was enough to uproot the trees around them in the forst, each weaving, dodging and blocking around the other's attacks. Barely anyone could touch them, the Kanassans could only dream of getting close.
The Primordial Exile and the True King had made the planet into their stage. Now they would dance upon it, consequences be damned.
497 / 707
ᴀᴢᴀᴢᴇʟYesterday at 10:35 PM
The planet was in for a treat the primordial thought, trees and earth shattered as the two warriors issued and received their first strikes, Tarbles fist squarely catching the ancient one upon his chin as his own blow rocked the Saiyan Gods face. In an instant the two of them were gone, sonic booms and flashing of lightening dotted the landscape and the sky as the two warped instantaneously across the planet, trading kicks, punches, elbows and headbutts. The Saiyan King had the look of excitement upon his face, even the primordial Azazel could not help but grin as he parried and reversed yet another thunder cracking combination. They were everywhere and no where at once, the north pole of Kanassa, the south pole, western hemisphere and then the eastern... down upon the ocean floor, the sea parting as the two of them jettisoned as nothing but pure energy, their Sapphire and Crimson/Ebony energy intermingling as they rocketed upwards through the atmosphere and into the orbit of the planet, the weightlessness of space welcomed them as the two beings hovered momentarily and stared at one another.
Azazel telepathically spoke with the Saiyan King as a smirk covered his face, his eyes were not filled with anger or contempt but with mirth, this so far had been amusing for the being that pre dated everything, the mortal who took the power of a god had at last finally started grasping his energies and utilizing them more efficiently.
"You have done well Tarble... I'm almost proud... if I were capable of mortal emotions I'm sure that would be the feeling."(edited)
Azazel's voice was filled with a levity that quickly transferred to a seriousness as silver and ebony armor started manifesting itself upon his body, the form fitting demonic armor was generated by his spiking levels of power, his body reduced in size slightly, his muscles taking a more dense and lean tone as his eyes shifted to a crimson and amber hue, his silvery hair grew longer and spikier as midnight ebony wings of arcane fire burst from his back and spanned out several feet in either direction, his fiery obsidian aura burst to prominence as silver lightening radiated through out the flames. While Tarble was indeed stronger than ever before this would be the limit to which the dark prince could safely elevate himself to and not kill the King of the Oath Empire... Flexing his weightless fingers Azazel knew he was now twice as strong as he had been before in his first elevation, a sick grin etched across his face as the power of his Chaos form intermingled with his primordial energies.
Vanishing as if moving in a world without time purple energy manifested around his fists, his Futae no Kiwami was one skill he had kept from view... and for good reason, the technique was simply brutal and would normally be complete over kill, today though... infused with his chaotic primordial energies it would wreck havoc upon the Saiyan's body... breaking down his cells on a molecular level... eating away at his strength regardless of his God Ki's attempt to combat it... there were perks to being a primordial after all.(edited)
The first blow rocked Tarble's midsection, the transference of crippling energies mingled with his massive power upgrade would send shock waves of torment through the elevated mortals body, his left hand struck open palmed in his solar plexus, forcing the Saiyans armor to shatter upon impact as Azazel lifted both his hands up above his head and interlocked his fingers, driving a crippling axe hand blow down upon Tarbles bent forward body, cracking the back of his armor and blasting him downwards and into the planets atmosphere, his body encapsulated in burning purplish flames as Azazel spear tackled the Saiyan God around his midsection, pinning his arms and blasting them down towards the surface and break neck and blinding speed.
"Every choice has a consequence young one... your body is about to realize just how savage I can be!"
Azazel's words were spoken softly into the Kings ears as they both ignited and then exploded into the planets tectonic plate!
WC: 794/1,306
