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Post by Samba on May 24, 2017 15:19:31 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The badly made but still somewhat hilarious pun brought a snort of amusement from the hulking wolfman, but that alone wasn't enough to stop him from literally colliding with Sake's stomach with the force of a freight train behind his arm, and yet the Saiyan warrior managed to surprise him once again as instead of being sent back like a sack of garbage all the way towards the back of the forest, he instead worked with the momentum of the blow to deliver a quick and efficient counterattack.
All the air was pushed from his lungs as the monkey-tailed warrior struck his stomach with a harsh knee strike, a grimace of pain pulling his features taut as he quickly took a few steps backward and cradled his smarting stomach. "Bastard." He growled in discomfort at the feeling of trying to gather air back into his lungs and barely succeeding. "Nice shot, at least you know how to counter and work with the momentum of the battle," Samba said after getting his bearings in order and standing back up straight. "But what can you do when your opponent is faster than you?" As he said that the Zoan's form shimmered and disappeared like a dream, only to phase back into existence down and behind Sake, his leg already in mid motion to deliver a swift sweep kick to break the man's stance and bring him to the ground should it connect, next he'd quickly aim to finish it with a crushing heel drop aimed at the man's stomach.
Never let it be said that he couldn't hold a bit of a grudge.
TAGS: sake OOC NOTES: N/A
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Post by sake on May 26, 2017 3:18:37 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
The counter attack did what he had hoped. He heard the wind forced from his opponent and then felt the distance made. Shortly after he landed with a thud, but with plenty of training and practice he rolled with the impact to come up on the fronts of his feet in a crouch. He was still seeing bright spots, his vision blurry and unfocused. That is one nasty technique indeed. He'd have to learn that one. But there was no time for idle thoughts. The words, forced for air still, came. Praise for the counter attack made him grin and he began to focus on the sounds. Without his sight for the moment, he would need to rely on other senses. Speed? He wasn't too fast himself but had decent reaction times
" As a warrior race, you learn early or die fast. " He tried to remain crouched low, to listen and feel for his opponent with his Ki. This may be a bit difficult since he had not yet felt the opponents ki when he should have done that when the Dodon Ray had been used. He heard the slight shift of something and then again next to him. What the hell? His feet was swept out from under up only seconds later. That was more than fast! He hit and knew a follow up was coming. Samba would be a bloody fool if he left it with just a leg sweep. As soon as he hit he twisted to roll away, he hoped it was away. If he rolled into Samba then he'd react with a quick grapple to keep him from using that speed. He kept his eyes closed for the moment, letting them recover, and his mind began working reactive strategies.
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Post by Samba on May 31, 2017 14:39:07 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
His leg sweep was swift and fast, bodily connecting with the Saiyan Warrior's legs and bringing him down like a great tree in winter against the mighty ax of a lumberjack. But even though he was blinded and out of his element Sake wasn't as helpless as he thought. Without missing a beat the Saiyan rolled over, his crushing heel drop missing by scant inches as it slammed against the ground with a solid crash, but then so did Sake as he bumped against his leg and wrapped himself around it like a pretty annoying barnacle.
The grapple was solid and well thought out, the action making the Zoan stumble a little as he tried to regain back his footing considering his right leg was a little farther up than his left leg when he did that heel drop thus bringing his stance a little to wide and out of focus to remain standing correctly with Sake not giving him any breathing ground right now.
"Get off!" Samba growled as he attempted to dislodge Sake from his legs and if it worked he'd aim a kick to send him packing away but if he kept his grip he'd try and float towards the skies to bring their battle in the air and resume his attempt to dislodge him.
TAGS: sake OOC NOTES: Sorry for the long wait my friend.
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Post by sake on Jun 1, 2017 23:45:44 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
By dumb luck it seemed, he had rolled right into Samba. From the feel, one leg was near his chest and that allowed him to wrap his arms around the warrior's powerful leg. But now it was a dangerous game to be played. In this state, both were not able to use their full ability, and yet it was a deadly position for either of them depending on what happened. He had to think fast on what he would do. Clamped on like a vice, he felt the light unsteadiness of Samba's stance. Too wide thanks to the failed attack and his leg now locked down. He grinned as he had a very.....dirty thought cross his mind. This could hurt big time, but he would buy him some extra time to recover and regain his footing.
He began to charge his power into his hands. But when Samba tried to shake him off, that allowed for something more to be added. Instantly he twisted his body in the opposite direction to attempt to bring his opponent forward and off their feet. Almost attempting what some might call a single leg boston crab if it worked right. " Not until I return the favor! " With a fast guess and calculation, he risked another addition to this roll. His right hand came free, and he didn't bother trying to make the attack his own. He knew the basics, and now was the best chance to try again. The energy he had charged formed at the tip of his finger and he fired it in that same instant. " Dodon Ray! " It wasn't nearly as powerful as it should be or as perfected since he was still trying to learn it's nature. But this was enough, The beam would hit the opponent in one of three places with their given position.
It would hit in the stomach/chest area of Samba's front as he fell, hit the leg he was latched onto, or it would hit/grace Samba's rear end and back/shoulder. He just didn't know what target would be hit. And in the off chance Samba used the rolling move and loss of one grip to break free, he'd still get the distance he needed.
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OOC lol, awwww....a barnacle? that's all? I thought he'd be more of an annoying octopus....^_^
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Post by Samba on Jun 5, 2017 20:47:30 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Zoanthrope yelped in alarm as his footing was further obstructed as Sake swept the floor from under him, the Zoan falling forward and trying to catch his fall so he wouldn't hit his face, but as he did that a searing heat struck his rear end, clipped the side of his bushy tail, graced his back and shoulder, drawing another yelp from the Wolfman, his nose catching the faint smell of singed fur.
Growling, the Zoan used the fact that his upper body was still relatively free to twist around and aim a powerful elbow strike against Sake's chest, stomach or his nose depending on how fast the Saiyan Warrior was to protect himself considering he had his hands full with his legs at the moment.
TAGS: sake OOC NOTES: Sorry for the long wait my friend, and he's still clinging obnoxiously to Samba in any case :v
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Post by sake on Jun 6, 2017 22:32:05 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
Well that was something at least. He heard the yelp, twice. Just like a scalded dog, and caught the scent of singed fur. But twice....must have hit the back. He dared to try opening his eyes at this moment, to test his sight. It was blurry but he could see Samba's shadowy form twist. An attack? But without being able to see clearly he didn't know what the target was for the attack. He didn't want to let go but he wasn't going to have much choice. So on instinct he guarded his head, only to feel that elbow drive into his chest. Catching him slightly off guard, and forcing him to release his grip and roll away. He had to catch his breath now as well.
He managed to roll into a kneeling state. One foot planted on the ground, and kneeling on one knee. He rubbed his eyes lightly, blinking, trying to clear the blurry shadows that were slowly fading. Just a few more moments to clear up is all he needed. But if he got that or not was yet to be seen. He gave a light cough to force himself to recover his breathing. It hurt like hell but it worked. He was slowly getting annoyed though. He began pushing his energy higher, sending tremors through the ground around him.
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Post by Samba on Jun 8, 2017 22:57:54 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
Finally, he was free from Sake's clutches. The Zoan took that time to finally get up and shift his legs to get the cramps out of them. Once the pinprick feeling vanished completely the Wolfman turned to look towards his opponent and rose a brow as he watched those closed eyes slowly blink open, looking like they were almost to the point of tears and with red blood vessels popping inside the white sclera.
He seemed to be recovering his breathing back in order, yet with some difficulty in doing so — that elbow strike contained quite the oomph after all. He saw the ground tremble slightly around the Saiyan Warrior, small particles of dirt and rock floating in the air before it broke apart like so much space dust.
Eyes narrowing slightly, the Zoan saw fit to draw Sake from his demons. "Get ahold of yourself. It's all good and well if you draw strength from your anger, but should you be inadequate in channeling it correctly it will only consume you and cause you to make mistakes; which will be your downfall."
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Post by sake on Jun 14, 2017 3:28:18 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active
His power continued to rise. But the difference between someone angry and him....he was doing it on purpose. Enough games, enough holding back. He used the sound of Samba's voice to pinpoint him as he continued to slowly blink his eyes, getting them to focus ever so slowly. A grin soon followed and with a deep breath, he stood. Keep him talking, just a few seconds more. That's all he would need. " That is a lesson I learned long ago. But sometimes getting angry does help. It is often a means to push ones own limits to the breaking point and beyond. Or gives one a much needed boost of spirit. But letting yourself be blinded by that anger...that is a fools game. " He clenched both hands into fists, cracking knuckles in the process. Another deep breath, held and released slowly steadied him and he opened his eyes fully.
Still fuzzy but at least he could see a defined shadow of his opponent. He let his power reach it's max, the ground trembling deep and wide around him. He gave a sudden grin. " Let's see you you can play catch. " Opening his hands, and throwing them forward in rapid, piston like fashion he fired baseball sized ki blasts. A basic enough attack, but coming from him they had a slight twist. They had seismic energy infused into them Upon impact they could deal internal damage over a few seconds time to the body or whatever they struck. This often gave him an edge since opponents never knew this at first. But what he had to worry about was that defense Samba had. In all he fired six of these blasts before bringing his hands together to form a blast the size of a basketball for a follow up. A seventh blast.
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Post by Samba on Jun 29, 2017 14:24:49 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
He listened to the Saiyan speak, his mind recalling the bit of information that was gathered in the Galactic Patrol logs about the Saiyan Race, which was how the angrier they got the stronger they seemed to become until they unlocked a transformation knows merely as a Super Saiyan. 'I guess what he does say has merit if you consider that transformation... still, like he said, becoming blinded by your own anger is a fool's end.'
Seeing the Saiyan Warrior take action, he planted his feet firmly on the ground and assumed a ready stance to prepare for the barrage of energy blasts, his hands almost a blur as he worked to flick them away, though judging by the wince crossing his animal features with every blast he tried to deflect it was clear that he was in pain.
'So they're not normal blasts... I can feel it deep in my bones every time I deflect them. It's like getting hit with a sledgehammer.' His arms shivered as the barrage was finally over, or so he thought until he saw Sake charge another one, this time bigger and potentially more lethal than the last. 'I can't block that, I need to meet it with something of an equal force.'
Even though it hurt to lift his arms, the Zoan powered through and rose his right arm, palm open and facing towards the blue skies, small particles of energy gathering over it before with a humming noise a blue ball of highly concentrated energy formed, floating merrily without a care in the world. "You wanna play with blasts? That's fine! Here, catch this! Full Moon Cannon!" With a lunge, Samba threw the Full Moon Cannon against Sake's basketball sized blast, the two meeting in the middle and fighting for dominance, only for the stalemate to be over as the two energies destabilized and create a huge explosion, rising dust and debris everywhere.
TAGS: sake OOC NOTES: Sorry for the long wait. I hadn't been feeling well the last couple of weeks.
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Post by sake on Jun 29, 2017 21:51:05 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active- PL=15,000
He grit his teeth as he noticed his barrage being deflected. And despite being able to see the warriors features clearly at the moment, he knew the effects were still getting through. Thus was the danger in fighting against him. His vision cleared up a bit more as he launched the last blast of the barrage. Grinning at the reaction. So he was going to see a new attack? Interesting. He watched as the shadow became lighter and sharper. The energy sphere formed on that held high arm and palm before a lunge sent the attack into his own. Now normally he knew better in situations like this. An attack like that could have easily overpowered his basic blast and come right at him.
Thankfully though that wasn't the case as the two collided and canceled each other out. Had it been different....he'd be on the ground. But he began to chuckle and spoke again as he let his power surge again. " Well, seems I have no choice but to show you my own attack. Sadly though....it's the only one I have. If this doesn't do what it's supposed to do....then I have no choice but to concede this little match. " Much as he would hate doing so he knew when he was outmatched. The weights were on which put him at a disadvantage, but that was the point. He needed to train and they were training aids. The ground around him continued to tremble as he brought his hands up again. He waited for his ki to be at it's peak, well in this condition at least. Blue white orbs the size of bowling balls formed, and fired as he called his attack. " Seismic Bombs! " Five of them in total were fired in succession. Two from the hands and one final from both.
The difference this time of course, these were actual channeled ki attacks instead of the basic powered ki blasts. And the seismic forces in this attack was much greater as well. If deflected they would cause greater damage not only to the warrior deflecting, but to the area in which they finally landed. Thankfully his vision finally cleared in full for him to witness what would happen.
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No problem man. I know the feeling.
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Post by Samba on Jul 8, 2017 23:10:51 GMT
| Surpassing One's Pride |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 207,833 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,325,328 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
A small smirk formed across his muzzle, a short laugh of amusement following. "Don't feel bad. Under my tutelage, you'd grow to have a lot of techniques under your belt. All you need is patience... and the growth to keep moving forward." He took a stance befitting of the Crane Style as he spreads his palms wide open and to the side of his body. His palms glowing with stored power as he prepared his counter attack against Sake's. "As long as you stay determined and never give up, you'll go far."
He could feel the power in those bombs of energy, should he block them they'd do considerable damage to him and the area around him. Nevermind that if he tried to dodge them they'd just go straight for the building behind him or the area around it, completely wrecking it if not downright destroying it in its entirety.
He couldn't really let that happen.
"Splitting Moon of Orochi!" With great precision and mastery over his own Ki, Samba's hands thrust forward multiple times, five perfectly round energy spheres leaving his hands like bullets out of the chamber of a gun and speeding towards Sake's technique. They met each other with a resounding crash, the ground around it quaking and crumbling on itself as the energies destabilized and exploded on themselves, creating a huge shower of dust and a large rising cloud of dust that rose up into the air like a mushroom cloud.
But to someone with refined senses such as he, the inability to see his enemy wasn't much of a problem to locate them. With his great speed, he shoots forward and disappeared from view once he was withing distance from the cloud of dust, and instead appeared behind Sake, one mighty paw landing heavily on his shoulder and the other poised with his claws at the ready at the middle of Sake's back, teasing at his spine and ready to thrust forward.
If this had been an enemy, of course. Instead, Samba merely smirked and thumped the Saiyan Warrior's shoulder in a friendly fashion. "You got some spirit into you~ I like that." Uncaring about personal space or some silly notions like that, the Zoan put himself close to the Saiyan and slung his arm over Sake's shoulder. "Come on, I'm sure you're hungry. I could really eat about five cows after this." Not willing to hear a no, the Zoan strode forward with a single purpose.
To feed his hungry belly.
"Who knows, maybe after we're done I'll teach you the Solar Flare, and who knows. If you keep going at the pace you're going then learning the Kikoho shouldn't be a problem for you..."
TAGS: sake OOC NOTES: Perhaps this could be a good place to end it? If not we can continue for a few couple of posts more. I don't mind.
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Post by sake on Jul 11, 2017 3:24:38 GMT
Current PL: 33,914 M. Weights Active- PL=15,000
He watched, waited for the attack to land. Watched as the counter attack was made. Even with the counter attack, and destruction of his own, the damage wasn't as great. Such was the skill of this zoan master he was facing it seems. As much as he hated this....he knew it was what he needed. The cloud blocked the visual senses only. But to anyone that had been born and raised as a fighter, it wasn't the only sense needed. He used other senses, but wasn't at the level needed to counter what happened. He turned his head when Samba appeared behind him, hand on his shoulder and the other he felt ever so close to the middle of his back.
A death blow. But since this was practice, and they weren't enemies...there was no follow through. He grit his teeth and sighed. Well he did say it already. " I yield. There is much I must do to improve. But by the way you speak, I have passed your little test. " He gave a nod as he let his power level fall to a resting level. He was beat and yes...very hungry now as well. He gave a nod of agreement. " Food sounds good after spending so much power. And learning that blinding technique would be welcome. I don't intend to learn or master all of the moves, one or two is more than enough. Anymore and it feels like nothing is my own. " He walked with Samba...his new master. A chuckle at the comment of five cows....he could eat that himself as well.
---- OOC: Yeah good place to call it. Give it some time and i'll toss a new one up when your ready.
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Bing Gan
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PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
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OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
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Post by Bing Gan on Jul 20, 2017 23:58:54 GMT
Sake, your Word Count is 4,470 and your PL Gains are: 11,175!
Current PL Total: 33,914 > NEW PL Total: 45,089! Dodon Ray learned!
Samba, your Word Count is 4,010 and your PL Gains are: 5,113!
Current PL Total: 240,853 > NEW PL Total: 245,966!
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