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Post by Bishop on Oct 9, 2019 14:01:08 GMT -5
It was the final week in the realm of the damned as Frieza looked over the gem once more. The dark cosmic design of the gem both enticing to look at and mentoring to dive into. He could feel the power start to swell in his hands as it pulsed like a heart. ”Is it that time already? I wonder what it will be like this time.” Frieza said to himself as he gripped the gem with all his might. The gem shattered as he felt the pain crawl to his mind. The astral form ripping from his body as he hovered above it in an out of body experience like none other. His mind started to warp and twist as reality around him faded into nothingness. Soon the void called to him, filling the surrounding area with cold and damp sensations. Then, heat.
The heat emerged through the darkness with a warm orange glow in the distance like the light at the end of the tunnel. He felt his body start to gain feeling as the heat became more and more intense. Fire, lots and lots of fire, that is all he saw as he was thrown into the realm of spars. Heat and flames surrounded him, volcanic rocks staggering as high as the eye could see. Large cooled lava stone formations twisted against the edge of the volcano as warm magma flowed like a river to his right and left. The sulfur scent was grand as it hit the nose of the Prince of Changeling and curled his stomach into knots. Disgusting Frieza thought to himself as he looked over the small arena that was mapped out before him.
There not too far from him was the familiar figure of the hellhound, Kotarou. Frieza smirked as he lifted his thumb to his chin. ”Color me shocked, look who it is.” Frieza said as he gave his signature bow in respect for the lacky he had recently hired. ”Kota, my friend, how have you been?” Frieza asked as he lifted from the bow and waited for Kotarou. 348 348
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Post by Lemon on Oct 10, 2019 0:57:29 GMT -5
A new call, this one had to be from Lord Freiza. Not too many people actually knew about him, and none of the others that had known him had called. Safe bet, this was. The Hellhound grasped his gem around his neck and sat back on his ship's bed as he closed his eyes. His body felt heavy a moment before he fell backwards with a sway, and then he was plunged into whatever realm that the Changeling conjured. Well, the world was certainly one that the former Fire Deity felt the least bit appropriate. He smiled a moment as he placed his hands in his long jackets pockets as he looked around. The smell of surfer wasn't as suffocating as it had been in the past: now it smelled like home. A home he never knew.
The demon hound turned and bowed back to Freiza, and he made sure to rise back up after the Changeling Lord. He smiled back at him and replied, "Good to see you again, Lord Freiza. I've been spending a lot of time researching, as befits my Scholar title." A lot of the books were scans from Avalon and Earth, the two planets that he knew best. Research subjects were somewhat varied, but they all had to do with legends and myths based around his own race. Rather fascinating what people thought about the Hell Hounds.
"But shall I show you the fruits of my martial training as well?" The demon hardly waited for an answer- if Freiza could sense energy, he'd probably feel it before the demon's aura tinged crimson, with an hard and visible ebony outline. That wasn't what Freiza would likely find interesting, not even the minor bulk up that the demon received. It was the M that formed on his forehead briefly before it vanished. His Majin sign manifested as a kanji character for Guts on his back. "Perhaps not that effective in the power department, but I expend no ki to maintain this form," Kotarou briefly explained. Even his eyes, which were once a light amber, were now crimson and had gained serpent-like slits for pupils. His canine teeth were even a bit longer, though not long enough to just hand out of his mouth.
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Post by Bishop on Oct 10, 2019 6:57:05 GMT -5
”Good, I am glad to hear the research is going well. This will be of use to me when I return at the start of the next week.” Frieza said as he watched the demon’s ki begin to flare up. The power was a bit more dramatic in strength than it was before, instead of the dull and light crimson it was prior it was a dark and vibrant crimson with a beautiful black outline. ”Someone’s learned a new trick.” Frieza said as he folded his arms behind his back. He smirked slightly as he watched a strange ‘m’ appear on the forehead of the hellhound, then fade slowly from his skin. ”Interesting, I think I’ve seen this before while I’ve been in hell. It must be a demon only thing.” Lord Frieza said astutely as he watched the eyes of his lackey change into a more snake like appearance. ”Right then, let’s get this show started.”
With the final exchange of words Frieza rushed forward, the dark amethyst aura entangled with bits of obsidian danced like a flame around his body. His right fist cocked backwards as he lead the charge with a vicious hook aimed square for the jaw of the hellhound. He knew his opponent had some kind of training and skills, so there was no need to hold back as much as he did before. With the momentum of the hook Frieza performed a cartwheel, his tail and left leg arching up and over like a lever swinging toward where the neck and shoulder connected. It was a simple one two combo but his speed and power may have proved difficult to handle for the warrior, so before he ended his round of attacks he attempted one more. There was a quick flourish of back handsprings as he leapt into the air, his right hand extending toward fingers as he slashed through the air. There was a pause for a moment, nothing happening. Then suddenly with a guest of power a slicing wind roared out, magma rock sliced randomly giving the only clue to the hellhound as it grew closer. 359 707
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Post by Lemon on Oct 10, 2019 10:18:41 GMT -5
“Yeah, let’s get started,” the demon stated with a smile. Of course, his employer had not transformed this time, so his speed was not quite as extreme as when they had first met. Still, he was no slouch, according to the ki that Kotarou could sniff out. His base was still stronger in its natural suppressed form than even his highest, even with his Majin form. The demon rushed towards Freiza to gain some of his own momentum. The hook caught him in the face, but that was a plan.
The Changeling followed up his blow to the face, but the demon used to blow to push himself towards the ground and pushed off with his right arm and legs, avoiding the two blows by a hair. His eyes watched as Freiza backflipped, and then his nose caught something strange. Not only that, but Freiza’s power had spiked for a moment- the moment a more advanced technique was used.
If he couldn’t see it, then the demon’s eyes glowed crimson as he howled, deep and powerful. The lava was screamed away from the demon before he smiled. “Very nice, I only had a few clues. One of ‘em being my nose.” He tapped the organ, before his hand swiped out towards Freiza, and he followed as four crimson and ebony orbs were flung at Freiza- the same kind he had used before.
But that was not all. His speed suddenly doubled as the demon used the advanced form of the Zanzoken that he had learned from Grandmaster Adel. His body flickered away from the balls as he aimed for Freiza’s back, his own fist on fire as he launched the strike at the Changeling Prince’s back. He followed the attack with his other arm thrust forward as he fired a beam from two fingers.
“Surprise.” The area erupted in flames, as Kotarou himself was also damaged as he used a point-blank Ion Blast at Freiza’s back, his most powerful advanced technique. It was like an area of effect version of his Makankōsappō, just slightly weaker.
(take punch, dodge combo, Kiai magna. Beam Ball, Double Zanzoken 1: Heat Phalanx + Speed teleport, Double Zanzoken 2: Ion Blast)
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Post by Bishop on Oct 11, 2019 8:05:39 GMT -5
The pace of the battle was much more intense than it was the first time he had sparred with the hellhound. Not only did the demon seem to move with purpose and poise he seemed to have improved greatly in such a short time. Frieza could only smirk as the hope of power from his new Frieza Force member. With a flourish of kicks and recoils the demon seemed to dodge Frieza’s attacks by the ends of his hair. Then with a mighty howl into the echoing chambers of the volcano the signature cutting knife ki attack was disbanded. Nothing more than a ripple in the air as he watched the hound begin to speak. This fingers tapped his nose as he explained how he was able to pick up on the fact Frieza was attacking, ”interesting,” he said.
Frieza inched his right foot back with a small amount of shuffling as he lowered into his fighting stance. It was a stance that few had actually ever seen since his normal confidence did not allow him to do it. As he did so his left hand lifted; thumb, index, and middle fingers all extending up both with the two fingers curled in slightly. His right hand cocked back and positioned itself safely at his waist as he looked forward, the battle had only just begun.
The hellhound moved quickly, his speed seeming to increase dramatically as the combo was underway. His frame moved so fluidly it was almost like a dance. Two balls created from behind the Changeling Prince and then a burst of speed to move to the next location. Flaming fist throwing their power toward the point in his back where if hit he would surely be crippled, and finally another beam of ki that was sent to destroy all in it’s path.
There was fire, not literally speaking of the flames, but fire from the pain that crept through his body. Frieza took in a breath as the hot smoke that seemed to screen his vision from the warrior filled his lungs. He knew at the moment he was not seen, the blast giving him that blanket and moment of space he needed. His hand lifted as he stretched his head to the side, the muscle tightening as it reached its limit.
”Kota, you little mutt, I thought I told you to remember the difference in our powers.” Frieza said, his body starting to enlarge and morph while still behind the smoke. ”Those attacks were impressive, not like that beam you performed for me last time. But still.” He stated, his body finally reaching the height of his father, King Cold. This form was large and monstrous, standing nearly eight feet as his horns curled up like a devil from hell. His body was covered more in an armor now than it was a light padding. ”Now, let me show you true strength.”
Although it was only his second form Frieza had used his ability during his transformation to increase his strength nearly double. His large hulking frame rushing forward from the smoke as it covered his body and danced off like shadows hitting the light for the first time. The blanket of smoke drifted off of his chest and horns in his wisp like motion as he drew closer to the hellhound. ”Flames of Hell Power!” Frieza yelled, at this point Kotarou was most likely able to see the muscles nearly triple in size from when he had emerged from the smoke. His monstrous form swinging with all his might as his fist began to glow with the warmth of the ki he had charged. There was not much more that he was able to do on this turn, his body taking most the time to transform and use flames of hell, so a lot of time had already been taking up. There was one last thing he wanted to see how Kotarou would react, another attack but more of a test of power. Frieza reached out quickly after the first blow was thrown as he attempted to lock with the hellhound in a grapple. 691 1398
Free: Crush Stance Free: Take all hits A1: Transformation A2: Flames of Hell 'power' (STR) A3: Serafin Punch A4: Grapple Speed: Not Used Tactician: Not Used Crush: Next post.
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Post by Lemon on Oct 11, 2019 10:13:07 GMT -5
"The difference between us is greater than I'd to admit, but I can take advantage of his arrogance," the demon thought to himself, though he was careful to keep his confidence face up. Not that he was confident that he'd beat the Changeling, but he was confident that he could last long enough against him to not be crushed into the dirt in an instant. It helped that the Majin transformation only enhanced his powers and did not tax him any. His hound senses stronger, so much so that he already smelled the extra power off of Freiza in his moment of transformation. "Spoiler warning: this isn't the last one either," he muttered, as he took his own stance, similar to the stance that Roshi taught, though with a little more personal flare. He bounced on his feet and his tail helped to balance that out.
Then the Changeling rushed through the smoke and mortar from the blast of his attack. The Changeling Lord suddenly increased further in side as he appeared like a pink and white devil, though he believed that Freiza's next form was far more creepy. This appearance didn't show anything new to a demon. His stance didn't change until Freiza further bulked up and grunted, "Fuck."
The Changeling Prince barreled towards the Hellhound and flung a flame-like fist at him, a blow that he took to his left arm with a wince of pain, but that was not the end. Freiza engaged him in fisticuffs, but that was a mistake. The demon accepted, as he showed no fear and no sign that he was going to slow down. "Rrrahh!" Fists flew, two blows quickly aimed at Freiza's stomach, then he thrust his knee up towards the Changeling's lower chest, where a human had a kidney, before he swung his right arm in another power blow toward Freiza's throat, one of the area's without any armor.
"Not fast enough," he growled with his crimson eye glared, as smoke seemed to pour from his mouth. He flung another flurry of blows from his left arm at Freiza's chest as he strove to drive the point home: he would not back down. There was no point in the demon backing down. He would either keep respect from Freiza or he would force the Changeling to make mistakes. "Even if I'm a mutt, if ya drive me into a corner, yer gonna find a cornered animal harder to deal with than one ya lulled!"
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Post by Bishop on Oct 11, 2019 10:54:17 GMT -5
With a roar of power the Hellhound and Prince of the Cosmic Empire locked into fisticuffs, although he had outmatched the warrior in power and power level the hound was not giving up. This was admirable to the Prince, his eyes locked onto the two fist that came arching up toward this stomach. Hand to hand combat was something Frieza had been doing since birth, Father's orders, he was skilled in martial arts and he knew he could hold his own. Something that many often forgot since he had opted to use ki as his man source of attacks. With his right hand lifted slightly he deflected the first of the two jabs, the deflection arching the punch wide as it missed his stomach by a hair. His left arm quickly recoiled from the guarded position it rested at as he caught the fist with ease.
Where Kotarou was lacking power he made up with tact and speed, it was brave to think he could go rounds with the Lord of the PTO. The demon moved with speed and ease as he lifted his knee toward the solar plexus of Frieza, the point of the knee finding purchase however, it was not where he most likely wished for. Frieza with seemingly no effort at all let the knee collapse back into his right hand. With all his force he pushed the attack back down, in a 'know your place' like statement of a counter. His right hand lifted back as he smacked it into the the cheek of Kota. His eyes flared with this mix of passion and enjoyment as the fight raged on.
That was the end for Kotarou's attack, his head bounced back with such determination that Frieza could only help to chuckle in amusement. Smoke began to funnel out from his mouth as he unleashed another volley of attacks, all punches, toward the large hulking chest of the Prince. He refused to give up, he refused to back down, he refused to give way. A warrior through and through. "If that is how you want it then fine, enough games!" Frieza said back as he finally became serious. It happened in a flash, form 3, form 4, all seeming to pass without signs of stopping as he turned to his favored form. His eyes glared onto the demon. "Now the fun begins!"
There was no more talking from the Changeling Prince as he threw out the first of his string of combos. His right arm reached out with a simple cross toward the cheek of the hellhound. As the punch flew forward toward it's target he used the momentum to throw out an opposite high kick, both aimed to connect at the same time on both sides of the head. With the fighter's wit that he had he knew that Kota was normally dropping to ground to avoid his attack, to stop this from happening he let his tail swipe across the ground. If the Hellhound did seem to dodge the two quick attacks he most likely, if dipping low, would be swept off his feet from the strong tail swipe.
No games were played from that point on, the first combo showed his status, now the next three were to should that there was such a difference in their ranks that there was a reason they addressed him as Lord. A left was flung out from his shoulder, the arm extending out with speed and precision toward the right rib cage. As the punch recoiled back to a guarded position he let loose two arching kicks, the first aimed at the leg of the hound while the other was aimed at the rights, both again targeting his right side. Two more combos left. A another four punches followed, two cross punches that arched through the air with such speed that wind trailed off them. The last two Frieza crouched low as he aimed two body shots. Like a boxer in a ring Frieza kept his arms tight to his body, his frame swaying as he moved through the combos. The final flurry of blows from the Prince were two strong attacks, his body flipped forward like an acrobat as his tail lashed out like a whip aimed for the top of the demonic hounds head. As the momentum carried Lord Frieza too the ground he whipped his leg around sweeping in a wide motion knocking anything that he may have hit over in his path or breaking it from the sheer force. Rocks and mamga flew from the arch as he tried to knock the horehound's feet from under him. 773 2171
A1: Block Two QA A2: Counter SA Free: Take 2 QA A3: Transform A4: Transform Speed: 2 QA and 1 SA T: 3 QA Crush: 2 QA Grapple: 2 QA Grapple: 2 SA
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Post by Lemon on Oct 12, 2019 11:48:11 GMT -5
While it was very likely that Lord Freiza believed that Kotarou would capitulate under the stress and rain of blows, that was just simply not the demon's style. He didn't need to block the swifter blows, and rather took them on the chin, as it were. They still hurt, of course, there could be no doubt about the damage. The difference was that he was far tankier with his Majin form activated. He took each blow as they came until Freiza decided to go for a stronger combination. There, that was his chance. The first combination did have him drop, but there was always that defiant look on Kotarou's face: that damned smile.
He never let the Changeling believe that he would fall. After all, that would be his shame. If he fell that easily, then the demon was as good as useless. Even if Freiza knew that he was experinced in fighting against stronger foes, that didn't mean it was a constant need to reinforce that message. He had decided to hold and stand his ground. The Hellhound took the blows to his shoulder and rib cage and didn't wince. Not like last time, this time he kept that defiance up: while he was hurt, the blows weren't enough to put him into the ground.
The next flurry were just more swift attacks. At this point, the fact that Freiza was a Changeling Lord didn't seem to even matter. He ate them just like the rest, until Freiza went for stronger blows. But next was what he waited for. The tail lash was suddenly rolled away from as the last set of blows were used a cover for him to look like he had went to a knee in pain. The tail crushed the ground under it, and the leg sweep as avoided as he jumped into the air from the roll. His arms suddenly went in an X motion as he flung his kunai from his hand towards Freiza's right arm.
However, the demon was not done there. As he started to land he opened his maw and fired off a breath of flame towards Freiza. This was about to be folloewd up, but as he landed, it was aparent to himself that the counter attack was a little harder to shake off than he had thought. He'd have to end his own counter assault there, but it was better than nothing.
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Post by Bishop on Oct 13, 2019 9:48:48 GMT -5
The movements of the recently hired lackey were impressive, speed and poise as he moved and performed a gracefully roll into a leaping dodge of Frieza's attack. "You never seem to fail to impress me." Frieza said for as moment as the hell hound shot forward from his defense to the offensive. His arms, once crossed in a guard, flung out like flails as a kunai was used as a projectile flying through the air. The sudden change in battle was enough to throw the Prince of Changelings off, he thought for sure that Kota would give some kind of ground, but that was not the case. Like a dog cornered: he bit. Kota's attack was slightly off mark, if it was aimed for his head, landing in the mid part of his forearm. Dark purple ooze dripped from the wound as he looked over toward the demon, "ouch", Frieza proclaimed silently to himself, mostly under his own breath.
Light illuminated the peripherals of the Changeling Prince as he looked up quickly. There was a roar of fire, reds and yellows swirling in a magically dance of beauty as it erupted toward the Prince. He attempted to lift his arm but the kunai sent a jolt of pain into his body. The flame over took his body. The warmth licked against his skin as he a scream of pain escaped his lips. The fire quickly dissipated leaving him standing there in sizzling steam. Frieza's left hand gripped around the handle of the kunai as he pulled it from his flesh, there was streak of blood as the demon stood there, eyes peering into him. "I will have to conclude this little spar. You impressed me and shocked me with that last attack. Although I could end you, I do not wish to. Good job, Mutt." Frieza said with a grin as he let his astral form fade from the realm. 320 2491
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