Tomoko [L] vs. Quan Lei [W] (Az Ref)

”You really don’t have to try so hard,” Yan replied in a flirt as he side stepped. When Chaos opened his arms wide, it took some control for Yan not to dive into them in a hug that would surely become a grapple, but he was already half a step in and it was difficult to reverse back. Instead he watched the show made before him. The lava sprayed outward once more, falling around him like sizzling rain. When it so much as touched the beaten Namekian soil, you could watch it sink in like a tide over sand, letting off more smoke. It was beautiful in its own way, but not as much so as Chaos face planting into the dirt, sinking into it in a much more violent way.

No, Yan was not smart. He was sometimes clever, but he would never suggest he was smart. Those that considered him as such were blinded by his experience. He had touched the stove enough times to realize now it would burn him. With his lengthy life span, the amount of dangerous situations he had made his way through gave him the understanding of what would come next.

Chaos taking the attack was an obvious move against Yan for instance. For one, the emperor had plenty of freedom to take damage while he had a Namekian on his side, but the weight of the attack pressed against him too hard. It was as if the poorly armored bastard wanted to take as much damage as possible. Yan’s experience told him it was a trap, but it was one he could not avoid, as that would have required him to not attack Chaos at all. So the ploy was, take as much damage as possible, with Chaos and his favor towards the magick arts--Yan already knew.

Wrapped in the emperor’s normal chains, he maneuvered out of it, watching Chaos as he did. His smile didn’t waver, but his eyes grew slightly weary. If he had confidence, it was in his ability to take a hit. If he endured the same attack Chaos just did, he would have weathered through it with much less damage. But he could do nothing over such a transfer. He had to deal with the weakness of Chaos’ body. They were one for that instance, which was kind of endearing, but he would get excited about that later.

”You are a warrior,” Yan said in protest then, a childlike argument passing over his lips, as if he knew nothing he said would matter but wanted to throw a tantrum regardless. ”You can take a hit better than that!”

Like he knew, it didn’t really matter at all, the spell was cast and Yan opened his palm out as if to catch a kiss, bringing his hand back to his lips right after. As soon as they touched pain poured through him. Like the nightmare prior, there was little he could do for it except to accept it with his whole being. It tore through his back side, again, not in a way he would have preferred, cutting through his superior armor and crushing into him without any true impact. It was odd in that. There was no force pushing him forward and yet he could feel his bones sinking in under the pressure of a non-existent explosion. His ribs creaked and cracked, and the monkey could hear blood curdling in ruptured organs. He tried to breathe in and yet his body protested further, blood moving up into his mouth to choke him.

And then the pain spread from his nose across his face from the head plant, and Yan hurt himself further as he broke into laughter at it, spitting out blood as he did. For someone else it might have been overpowered by the rest of the pain, but Yan was well acquainted with such things, and in his mental acceptance of it, he made it so he could feel each thing as they happened. His face and body felt as if it impacted again to make that little crater, and he couldn’t help but laugh hysterically at what he had done to the man, or rather what he had allowed to be done to himself.

”Y’know, I’m pretty sure I just hurt myself more than you ever have,” Yan replied to him, keeping a sarcastic grin, not meaning it at all of course, but taunting nonetheless.

Then the show moved on. No, he would not be deterred. It was his fucking turn and he would take it, and enjoy it, which he did.

”I love how well you remember me,” Yan said with another bit of hearty laughter.

This was where Chaos always got him wrong. It was funny how little they knew of each other after so many meetings. They said you truly came to understand a man in battle, but Yan found that wasn’t true at all. In battle, you were too obsessed with your own view of it. You had to be. You had to be seriously aware of every move made by yourself and your opponent. You had to think like them, try to understand exactly how they would attack, but all that told someone was of their battle style. It said nothing of their personality, unless you looked for it.

Every time Yan had faced Chaos, he didn’t expect to win. His confidence was not in winning, or even survival, it was in his ability to hurt people. Without fail, he had always been able to hurt someone, even when he didn’t want to. He already succeeded, you see, by landing that attack even if it was what the emperor wanted. He already succeeded in causing the frustration Chaos had shown, as well as in the anger that built up now in the Namekian boy.

Chaos couldn’t see it, or understand it, because to him, victory was all important. He could not imagine someone who did not care about winning, even from the man who had attacked him back when he was three times weaker than Chaos’ strength, and never came to win at all. Power hadn’t changed Yan. He was still that person, running at Chaos with all his might for shits and giggles. He didn’t even know why Tomoko was on Namek, and after her fall, that truly didn’t matter. Now, he was just trying to cause harm. He was trying to have fun--and he was succeeding.

There was nothing Chaos could do to cause him to fail, to shake his confidence. He didn’t understand that Yan was simply someone who liked to set a fire and see what happened. Defeating Chaos in battle meant nothing to him. Surviving this fight meant nothing to him. How strong he was in comparison meant nothing, and he was still mentally insulting Chaos for his loss last time they were on Namek, because Chaos was the great warrior, and Yan, well, Yan’s abilities were just as overwhelming as his intelligence.

So he revived Tomoko. It wasn’t to have another ally though. It wasn’t to squeeze out a win. He wanted to see this chaotic little bitch play some more, and she never disappointed him there.

Though she did give him a small moment to compose himself.

It was the frozen android that made his move first. There was something about telekinetic powers that made the air crackle. It reminded the monkey again of his first fight with Chaos where he had shoved the emperor back through the woods with mind power alone. Did this robot have enough power to take him on? Yan’s sharp transformed eyes turned to focus on him, challenging once more, as if prepared to take whatever came at him, and then…

’Nah, I’m good,” he let out just as the pressure of the hands could almost be felt, and then once more he slipped from the dimension entirely, falling backwards into a hole to mimic Chaos’ earlier dodge. He didn’t appear somewhere safe and stable however, even if he might have wanted to, and instead popped up right behind the robot who had been Tomoko’s original target.

”You seem a little outclassed,” he said simply after the quickest of recoveries, though Quan might have been able to see the unease in his face when he first appeared before he shifted it back to his normal annoying and condescending one.

His ki then rocketed him downward, away from the weakest link, and sending him zig zagging around the array of energy blasts until he spun in the air to land down rightside up. Chaos wanted him to zig he would zig. Still, his feet slid around on the charred ground once more, the force of himself almost too much for him in this state. His hand touched down in front of him to offer him new stability, and after, he fixed himself into another stance meant to provide him with quick movement if he needed to make it.

Chaos healed himself and Yan’s teeth gritted a little as he brushed off the pain caused just from moving, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. Not yet, not now.

Probably, anyway.

Tomoko made her move, slow and steady, but he felt her intentions, felt her lust and affection, her need for the emperor that far surpassed his own. She wanted the first blast, and he let her have it, watching as Namek was saved however briefly by her aura alone. He tried to follow Chaos from there. He was running away from a blast that had been eaten, and Yan decided to plant his feet. This time the blast erupted before contact and the force moved to plow into him, and like Chaos, he dropped his arms and welcomed it. It washed over him blowing back his hair and clothes as the force and fire was absorbed and the black lightning bolt betrayed its owner, spawning children that danced around the monkey in new strength.

He wanted to quip, to say something, but Tomoko had started her speech, and the monkey instead kept his gaze on the Namekian, who was doing what Namekians did best. When the boy dropped into a charge, reminding Yan of Perrin for his new warlike persona, he was ready, his stance letting him leap back as fire came flying towards him. His feet landed again, and he pushed hard off the ground to send himself shooting to the left as the ball crashed through where he was moments before, but then the boy spun.

The next wave of fury caught him a tiny bit off guard, plowing into his weakened form and sending him hard into the ground. He was falling to pieces now. The burns Chaos endured haunted his flesh. The blasts the little Namekian did before then had reached him however halfheartedly, the gash on his back opened and bled despite his efforts to keep the wound closed through ki control, and the blasts Chaos had peppered him with earlier were successfully built upon. He was dangerously close to the edge, if he could guess at his own self, but his determination refused to let him falter there.

He rolled from the blast, and fixed himself back into a crouched position. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve, and when Dende began to reek of electricity, Yan did too. His aura had changed into its trademark lightning shield, sending dangerous waves off him already, but now he put pressure upon it. He fed his aura more energy and concentrated it until his blue ki coated his claw like arms and electricity poured off him to rival the Namekian’s head on.

”Bad idea, kid,” he uttered then pulled his aura in, absorbing the electricity into himself as Dende’s came crashing upon him. His aura ate them up, burning heat and all, before it expanded once more and sent the fierce electricity from him in all directions back towards his opponents, most importantly to the Namekian who was completely absorbed in sending more electric bolts. Dende was able to release the next charge, at whatever it had cost him, and these too Yan absorbed as if he were a god of lightning taking in his lunch. He felt their vibrations like a gentle massage on his battered skin and he felt more at ease with them swirling a storm inside him, then standing with just his own strength. But these had to go too, and with a rough shove these too, were sent right back at his foes at dangerous speeds.

He didn’t care what had happened to Tomoko, though her voice suddenly cut through the air like the jagged knife she was. It drove another laugh out of him, and he looked towards Dende, then gestured to Quan Lei for his attention.

”I don’t suppose you boys would be interested in finishing me off while we let those two have their date, would you?”

Of course, that was assuming Chaos could take his eyes off Yan for a moment. She deserved it, didn’t she? Just look at that adorably psychotic face!

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Free. Eat My Own Dirty Fireworks DMG (hawt)
A1. Faerie Dust + Dodge Body Bind (10%) (.5%)
Spd. PF + Dodge Chaos A2 (.5%)
Free. Crush Stance
A2. Transmute Ion Blast (.5%)
A3. IST + Dodge Dende A2 (.5%)
Free. Take A3 (+2%)
A4. Reflect Dende A4 (.5%)
Tact. Reflect Dende SW (.5%)


Ki Used: 13% (+2%)
Chaotic Ki: 22.5%
Total Remaining Ki: 40%
DMG: 28%



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