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Post by Gekido on Aug 27, 2017 23:07:37 GMT
@gaivahros Power level:97,294 Heavy Weights:24,323.5
Gekido was doing his own personal training away from the Gravity Chambers and away from the weak sparring partners, he could gather on Xylo's ship. He was dragging a set of rocks with ropes attached to his back as he slowly drags them around the area. The Heran was being covered in sweat as he dragged the massive rocks around clearing the fields. The Other reason this training was perfect was that he was getting something done. A set of Namakian farmers who needed space to grow some of their plants. The Heran, however, wanted more than this. This training was boring but it came to mind that he wanted something more than just some overhyped rock pulling job. The Heran finally had finished his work throwing the rocks away as the Namaka ins passed by thanking him as he looked at the field. He had to admit he liked his handy work. He had made a nice clean cut field for the plants to grow on. He was actually kinda proud of that. The Heran moved back laying his back on the rock. The Namakian were gonna plant later but they still had to watch out make sure nothing stepped on and ruined the field he had just finished making. It was so boring to just sit around for something to happen so in his mind he wished something did. Just smash his fist into someone face who enjoyed battle as much as he did. Get some more training in for when he crushed Tulip. He clenched his fist, he knew he was close to a level beyond Super Saiyan. Soon he'd be the strongest Heran alive. Only if there was another heran to show that fact.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 10:15:40 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)
The weather was hardly one for variety on Namek. The suns were still shining down upon the plains and islands, bathing the landscape with warmth and light. A soft breeze rolled across the air, brushing against the grass of the fields and the leaves of the trees. The scent of the ocean was carried on the currents, and the oceans swayed back and forth, creating low tides against banks, beaches and cliff sides.
Casually drifting through the air, Gaivahros looked down at the ant-sized trees and buildings below as he enjoyed his casual, airborne 'stroll'. The more and more he saw of this planet, the more and more he felt the obligation to protect it on the day that war breaks out. From what he had seen so far, he was confident that the Namekian forces could hold their own, although there still remained that little shred of doubt. He just had to get stronger and erase that doubt himself.
The Heran dived down a few tens of feet to get closer to the ground. His aura left light streaks across the grass as though he was driving over it. After a few moments of continued flight, Gaivahros stopped and landed on two feet upon the edge of a small cliff overlooking a Namekian village. He had seen a lot of them, but this one was a lot bigger than the others he had seen. This did seem like a true village—many house-like structures lined strips across the area, each one with their own field of crops. It was a wonder if every Namekian family grew their own food.
But something caught his eye. His heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, and he caught his breath still. His shaken eyes glared down at one of the figures below. It wasn't a Namekian. No, not with that bright orange hair and deep blue skin. It was another Heran.
Quickly he jumped down from the cliff, hitting the dirt below with a subtle thud and hurriedly walking towards the other. The other Namekian civilians and farmers glared at Gaivahros as he made his way between them, some uttering and others making attempt to keep their distance from him. Gaivahros stopped just a few meters from the other, much larger Heran.
"You," spoke the shrouded warrior, stood straight and arms tensed by his side. "You're… a Heran too, right? You're from Hera?"
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Post by Gekido on Aug 28, 2017 17:59:34 GMT
The Heran looked up as a man leaped down and ran across the dirt. He'd look at the man as he ran across the dirt he had just made putting his foot print in. Viens popped out of his head. It was annoying as hell that his work had been ruined however this man was different. Blue Skin with black hair. At first, he assumed he was a breech but he had more courage than that. He ran over is only a few meter away from the Heran warrior. He'd raise an eyebrow as the man asked if he was heran but what he said the word after made him boil. Too. The Heran aura came to life as he glared like lenses into a madman soul. He loved the idea of finally seeing another one of his kind. He wanted to do battle so bad just at the mention. "Yes...I'm another Heran and you say you are as well," Gekido said asking with bloodlust hinted in his voice. His aura was cracking to life as he stopped laying on the rock. He began to laugh with joy before he straightened up fully cracking his neck. "So what brings another Heran to Namak. I'm curious I'd assume you'd be all fighting on Hera like a bunch of wild animals. Have you finally seen all their weakness like I have or are you hear cause you heard of me? Gekdio the Butcher the strongest Heran alive unless you got something to say about it." Gekido said before reaching out to shake his hand. It was good to meet another heran warrior. The Last one Bell was pathetic maybe this heran was different. Maybe this warrior had a backbone and maybe he’d be worth talking too or maybe even fighting. The Heran warrior could only hope.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2017 18:12:58 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)
A small smile spread from beneath the shroud of the warrior. He was glad to see that there were other people like him out here, so far from home. Multitudes of thoughts and question raced through his mind—What was this guy doing here? Was he here to act as emissary? Was he here to aid the Namekians in the war that loomed over the horizon? How did he get here? Did he live here, or was it a temporary settlement? He didn't know what to ask first.
But his attention was drawn to him fully when he continued. What was this guy talking about, Gaivahros pondered to himself. In-fighting? Some sort of civil war? He had no idea as to what was transpiring on Hera, or even what had been going on in the last few decades. He had always heard stories about their mercantile nature, their civilization being like a safe haven for soldiers and traders. He knew that they had fallen on hard time from war, but… against themselves? He couldn't believe it. He refused to.
And this larger Heran wasn't one for modesty, though that was an understatement. They were courteous enough to extend a hand out to the caped man at least. For a moment Gaivahros paused, looking at the extended hand, and then back to Gekido. A smirk crept over his lips. If this guy was full of himself, then two could play at that game. Gaivahros was going to make a nice little competition out of this.
"Gaivahros, Saviour of Hope," the Heran responded as he clapped hands with his fellow warrior, his grip tight and giving it the one shake, "Your pleasure to meet me." He released Gekido's hand and looked around. "So… the Butcher has become the gardener, huh? You've done a pretty good job with the place. But then again, living off of cabbage on this planet has kept your energy up, right? Plenty of protein and vitamins and all that."
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Post by Gekido on Aug 29, 2017 16:07:56 GMT
He smirked as the Man grasped his hand tight, "A Warriors Grip I see." Gekido said with a smile as he started the well-built man down. He didn't seem intimidated in the slightest. He had a warrior heart and grip. He was already better than the last Heran he had met. He'd keep holding the mans hand staring right into his eyes. His name he started was Gaivahros Saviour of hope. He snorted that was such a pathetic title for a heran warrior. He'd state something that made Gekido raise an eyebrow. "Meet you? Listen to hot stuff you stepped on my shit." He'd point to the field which now had the footprints of Gaivahros in them. He'd let Gai pull away. He'd sneer as he believed he became a Gardner, "I broke two task with one's stone. They needed help and I needed training I used this rock to flatten everything." He'd point to the 5-ton rock he was laying on with ropes on the side. "As for eating why would I need to eat Cabbage. As I said this was just job for these Namakians because I had nothing better to do. Now I'm curious. What a Black Haired Heran doing around here. Most of us have orange hair and I doubt you'd be spending time here unless you got a good reason maybe your come to meet Lord Xylo or what." It was a curious thing to see another Heran. He was arrogant just like him which was good. He didn’t want some weakling Heran in his presence. At the same time the heran in front of him, Gaivahros had no idea he was up against. Gekido was the Butcher for a reason. He didn’t get that title as a joke or because someone felt bad for him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2017 17:59:27 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)
A half smile sprawled along the corner of Gaivahros' lips as his fellow kin praised him for his grip. The shrouded warrior hadn't really thought much of his own strength from just a simple greeting, although it was nice to hear encouraging words. He just had to try and not let it get to his head, as difficult as that was likely going to be. But the larger man's grip was equally as tight, if not more so. His muscular build wasn't all for show, that was for sure.
The half-Heran let out a light 'oh' as he looked down, lifting one foot off the ground. He indeed did leave footprints in the soil beneath him. He looked back up at Gekido and responded, "Ah, well… don't sweat it, big man," his voice having a light chuckle to it. "Just think of it as… y'know, a continuation of your training. I'm sure you can handle a few potholes, right? He lightly hopped off of the soil and onto the dirt road beside them. His boots brushed against the hard earth, getting whatever soil was stuck on the treads of them off.
He didn't fail to continue paying attention though. Although they didn't outright state whether they were staying permanently or just a temporary respite, it was somewhat understandable that Gekido's residence on the planet was only for a brief period of time. He gave a light, humoured huff to himself and shrugged. "Well, you must be pretty bored if slogging rocks around is the only 'better' thing to do."
But Gekido's next question made the half-Heran pause. His mind drew a blank, and his heart stopped for just a second. His chest remained motionless as he held his breath for a short moment. He wasn't entirely sure how to respond. He recognized the name 'Xylo'. The leader of the Warrior Caste, Rhytid, had spoken it before. He couldn't tell Gekido the truth, Gaivahros thought to himself; if this man found out he was a half-Saiyan, he would get the wrong idea—and with how much of a meat head he was, he'd likely attack first and talk later.
"Well," spoke Gaivahros. His fingers threaded through one of the locks that hung over his face, "I was simply born this way. Same with my green eyes. A deviation in the Heran gene pool, so I've been told." He hummed, and looked back at his acquaintance. "I have heard of the name before. Tell me, who exactly is Xylo?"
KP: 3/3 TAGS: Gekido OOC NOTES:
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Post by Gekido on Aug 30, 2017 16:34:29 GMT
The Hearn looked at his fellow kin as he realized he had been on his field and stepped on it. He didn't seem to understand that he didn't really want to be dragging it around. Plus he'd just make more foot prints and have to go over those. It was annoying, to say the least. He nodded at the man as he spoke how he must have been bored if he was just dragging rocks. "Whether it is boring or not it all I can do for right now. Then the Heran tried to explain his black hair and green eyes as being genetic variations. He blinked, he didn't know what that meant he was not into science. What he did know from just life experiences heran orange hair every heran had. Some were not as blue that was fine. But every single one he had to meet had orange hair. He'd twist his head looking at Gaiv. "You're like are quite green I feel like I've seen eyes like those." Of course, he was thinking of super Saiyan eyes and the man had black hair. Then again he didn't have a tail so he decided not to go deeper. If he was a Saiyan he'd have a tail. The man also asked about who Xylo was which made Gekido laugh, "You don't know who Lord Xylo is what you been living under a rock." He said slamming his hand into his knee. "Lord Xylo is the most powerful warrior I have ever meet. Lord of the Mazoku Domain, Slayer of super saiyans and a survivor. He is my boss you see as I am one of his most elite soldiers." Was he really, he had no idea. However, he had been to many of his the Lord's battles and fought with him. The Heran smiled looking at the man, "So if you didn't know who he was that means you were not here to join his ranks. Tell me then why were you here?" Gekido said cracking his neck as he smirked as the Heran. He knew he had to be on this planet for a reason but what was it. Maybe he was here for battle or maybe just to explore. However, he had to be sure for all he knew someone was invading this just happened to the scout.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2017 13:02:07 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)
The half-Heran blinked. "Have you… ever looked in the mirror?" he responded with a blunt, dumbfounded tone and a quizzical expression. His hand raised up and pointed as he continued, "You have green eyes too. Or at least they look green from where I'm standing. Maybe it's the lighting. I dunno."
His the larger Heran spoke on, questioning Gaivahros' attention to recent events and general knowledge. The cloaked one huffed as he folded his arms across his covered chest. "Well excu-u-u-use me, prince of all knowledge, but I haven't exactly been in the loop of things for very long. I've been living on a rock, but not under one. Although…" A hand raised to his chin, cupping it between forefinger and thumb. He let out a light hum, and peered up at Gekido. "If what you're saying is true, then I guess war really is inevitable."
Again the bulky Heran question their kin about his purpose. The question was not as personal and conflicting for Gaivahros, however, not like the last. With a chuckle, he lowered his hands and placed them on his hips. "Sight-seeing," he responded nonchalantly with a smirk hidden behind red cloth. "I've only been on this planet for a few days and I wanted to go exploring. A nice nap here, snapping some pictures there… Y'know, tourist stuff."
Gaivahros' eyes narrowed as he took a better look at his kin. The man had scars over his body—signs of participation of multiple conflicts, although to what extent he had no idea. It was his turn to question. "So you fight for this Xylo person," spoke the black-haired Heran. "Why choose a Namekian over your own people? You call them mindless beasts and weaklings, and yet… you are scarcely different, campaigning from one conflict to the next. Why do you not serve your own people?
"Or… is it purely hypocrisy? Perhaps you are also just a mindless fighter, but with a new master holding the leash?" The half-Heran's voice was deep and scornful. It was likely to draw Gekido's ire and anger. Gaivahros didn't care at this point.
KP: 3/3 TAGS: Gekido OOC NOTES:
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Post by Gekido on Aug 31, 2017 18:24:07 GMT
"You're right I do mine are very light green yours are dark." He said boredly as he looked at the man. He'd stare as he seemed to be offended at the fact for him insulting him for not knowing about Xylo. "Xylo is the most famous being in the universe how do you not know about him. You must really live under a rock." He said laughing a little bit before looking at Gav. He then said the war was not going to be stopped, "Once again you have no idea there already a war." The man then explained he was just sight seeing which he found hard to believe but he didn't say anything. The Heran posed him a question why did he fight for namak and not hera. He asked why he didn't serve his own people. He called him a mindless warrior which Gekido was annoyed by and it was clear in his face. He'd walk over looking down at Gaivahros. He'd smirk, "You act as if I fight for Xylo to protect namak. The day Xylo falls if that day comes I'll switch sides to the stronger side. I have no interest in Xylo goals. You see, being on Xylo's side gives me the chance to battle real foes. The only thing I want to is to be the second strongest warrior in the universe and fighting for Xylo and training with me give me that chance. The Heran race of use for me they were not strong they saw me as a threat. So one night my team they attacked me all 4 of them." He'd point to the scar running around his throat, "They cut me right open and bleed me like a pig. Every single one of them was dead at the end of the night."
He'd run his hand on his throat feeling the scar. It was the only scar he had not been paid back. He'd raise his fist looking at them. He could remember that day well when they all fell by his fist. He had killed every single one of them. "Mindless I'm not. You, on the other hand, are foolish unless you believed you can defeat me." The Heran stepped up going over to put his hand on Gaivahros shoulders. "So you gonna apologize or am I going to have you turn your face into monkey shit." Gekido smiled squeezing down on the man's shoulder if he had allowed him to grab them he'd squeeze down to show his full strength. He was trying to scare the heran so he'd know his place. Did he have a warrior backbone he'd find out. If he didn't he'd crush him and if he did perhaps he'd see what he could do. Cause he hated coward about all else
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2017 10:53:14 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)
Emerald green eyes gazed back at the much larger fighter. Gaivahros listened and listened well, deciding to hold his sharp tongue as the other Heran spoke. The amount of praise this man was giving this Xylo character was half-comical considering that the Heran race rarely ever gave praise to anything other than themselves—but at the same time it was sickening. Perhaps that was his Heran genes making him think that.
The shrouded one chuckled to himself from under his shroud and breath. It seemed that what he assumed had all but been confirmed just from Gekido's words. "I see," spoke Gaivahros with a slow, almost defeated, shake of his head. "You play for the strongest team, and that's the extent of it. Once one master is dead, you whine and whimper and howl for another to come put a new collar on you." His eyes furrowed, and a deathly gaze bore into the larger of the two Herans. "As 'weak' as you make the Herans out to be, at least they were not cowards."
Gaivahros watched at the other began to trail fingers and palm across the scar across their neck. A part of him had wished that he really did bleed out that day, though that part was likely his Saiyan bloodlust, as muted as he thought it had been. Whatever this person had been through, they had a particularly jaded philosophy. "Whether or not I can defeat you isn't what I care about," responded the shrouded one in a monotone manner, "But there's no way in hell I would consider you the epitome of Heran perfection."
Emerald eyes shifted as they tracked Gekido's hand raising and reaching for the half-Heran. A lithe, lightning-fast hand stopped it from getting any close, wrapping around the large wrist and holding it in place. "Perhaps Xylo should teach you that it's rude to touch other people," he chided, a half-insult directed towards his leader. He flicked his arm outwards, pushing Gekido's arm back to his side. "If it's a fight you're looking for, then not here. Somewhere out of the way." He nodded his head to the side, gesturing for the larger Heran to follow him outside of the village. A pale white aura surrounded him before taking off into the skies, heading east.
KP: 3/3 TAGS: Gekido OOC NOTES:
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Post by Gekido on Sept 1, 2017 18:46:24 GMT
"Ha, that is funny if I wanted to get to the strongest place I'd go to earth. As for a coward, I fight my fight my own battles." Gekido said annoyed as the man. The man said he was not the pinnacle of perfection for a heran. That was true but at the same time, he was not really pleased with the herans insults. If he knew a better heran he'd of said so and showed him who it was. The Heran smiled as the man told him not to touch him and he should learn matters. "Matters. Are you a heran, I don't need matters what the point of matters in a fight?" The Heran asked as the Heran seemed to want to run away. Gekido hated flyer and he wanted to go to a different area. If he wanted to fight they were gonna fight here and now. Gekido legs pulsed with energy as his hair stood up as he launched himself into the air Above him. He'd look down at the Heran. "I hate people who fly. They aren't real warriors who fly in combat the only reason I learned to fly was to catch people like you and launch you right back into the god damn dirt. Because you want to fight somewhere else but if you say words like that you should be willing to fight anywhere and anytime." The Heran ki exploded around him as he brought his elbow above him before launching it down at his head as he used his battle spirit to increase his power four fold. He knew his foe could do the same but if he was not going to power up he was going to get beaten down. He hoped the heran was not all talked he was ready to beat the heran down. They would see if he back up the talk.
Battle spirit: 97,294 Using:[N1] Ki-Infused Melee Attack Through proper Ki Manipulation, you have gained the ability to supercharge your melee attacks with Ki! The melee attack can be flavored however you like, and mechanically functions identically to a ranged technique. Charges at 33% per turn. (IE: 33% > 66% > 99% > 132% > 165% )
Powerlevel:32,431.33 *In the Form of an Elbow to knock him to the ground*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2017 21:42:50 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 17,729 (Base Form)
Across the field Gaivahros stared back at Gekido. He watched as the blue behemoth hovered only several meters before him, ready for combat. The both of them were.
Gekido began to go on another long-winded tirade about flying and the will to fight. A heavy sigh poured from Gaivahros' throat as he closed his eyes and rubbed along his brow with a thumb and forefinger. "You're like a broken record," he groaned, though whether his opponent could hear him or not wasn't a matter to him. "You talk way too much."
The half-Heran's eyes widened once he felt the overpowering aura coming from his adversary. It was not like anything he had felt before, with the only comparison he could make was when he fought Rhytid, the leader of the Namekian Warrior Caste. He didn't fair too well then, and he didn't think he was going to fair all the better now. He was surprised that such power could be achieved, although it confirmed that Gekido's muscular physique was not just for show.
Gaivahros steeled himself. He had to get serious.
He watched as his opponent came down, their movements quick. He opened up his palm and quickly began to gather the ki necessary, flowing along his arm and fingers into a small ball. As Gekido got close, Gaivahros flung his hand out and impacted it against the tip of the elbow, hoping to push it back as best as he could. But the bulked Heran's strength was not one to be pushed back lightly. A strong elbow ploughed through the palm and into the chest.
Gaivahros was sent crashing back into the ground with a resounding explosion. Earth cracked, crumbled and catapulted from around the impact area. The man was left in a crater, flat on his back and semi-conscious. The only thought waving around in his dazed mind was the magnitude of his opponent's strength. He hadn't the chance of victory, but at least it wouldn't be a white-wash.
Slightly numb limbs moved to scramble himself out of where he had impacted into the earth. Hands and feet pushed him back to a standing position. Shallow breaths drew air in and out of aching lungs that hurt whenever he drew breath. He gazed back up at Gekido, his vision blurred for a moment before clarity came. "A'ight… That was a good shot," he muttered to himself.
The Heran struggled to move his arms back into position, and began to charge up another attack. But this time he would keep hold of it, and try as best he could to increase the amount of power he had behind it this time. Whether or not it would work, only time would tell.
KP: 1/3 (Force Palm [N1] used to reduce Ki-Infused Melee Attack [N1] (32.431 - 5,910 = 26,521; 148% damage taken.)) (Force Palm charging at 33%; 66% next post.) TAGS: GekidoOOC NOTES:
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Post by Gekido on Sept 3, 2017 16:47:47 GMT
The Heran watched as Gaivahros was knocked into the ground. The Heran smiled as he flew down slamming down in front of the man as he smirked. The Heran seemed to get to his feet as he stood there his arm into a stance as Gekido stood there blinking. It was such a stupid stance in this situation. The Heran slowly walked over smirking as the man seemed to be quite injured. He didn't think the heran stood a chance seeing how much damage he had just done to the man. He'd walk over so his chest would be in his fist as he stood there looking at the man. He was curious how hard he could hit him. He wanted him to be to hit him with his attack and he was going to let him attack. Why should he finish the battle so quickly? They could have so much fun. If he knocked him out then he'd be bored out of his mind. He'd stare down at the man smiling lightly as the Heran, "I hope you have something up your sleeve because if you don't I'm going to beat you so hard no one is going to know who you are." Gekido learned to put a thump on his chin, "Hit me with all you got. I want to see if you're a real heran with real strength or just a fake. A man who would disgrace the blood of the heran race." Gekido said as he smirked with a cocky attitude as he waited for him to attack. There had to be something done and waiting for him to fight to hit him. He wanted to feel pain he wanted to feel the strength of his fellow heran warrior.
Kp:3/3
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Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2017 17:47:45 GMT
BASE POWER LEVEL: 17,729 GAIN BONUSES: None | CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 70,916 (Hidden Potential)
Giavahros watched as his opponent descended to the ground and made their way towards him. His eyes narrowed, catching the sight of Gekido's arrogant, smug face. It made him want to be sick. Even though he accepted that this huge Heran was powerful—much more powerful than he was—he couldn't let this go uncontested. More and more, the ki began to fill his hands.
The shrouded one gritted his teeth as soon as Gekido pushed their chest upon his fist. It was like he was asking for his attack, that he wanted to feel how strong he was. The large Heran's overconfidence was almost as huge as his power, though Gaivahros wouldn't be so quick to cement that as fact; perhaps it was even more so. His opponent was taunting him, berating him, as though he was little more than nothing. It wasn't true, so the near-defeated man encouraged himself. He was the Saviour of Hope.
His power fluctuated around him violently, encircling him and pulsing around his form like a solar storm. Pale white energy flowed more and more, larger and larger, into his clenched fist until his entire hand was bathed in it, his blue skin barely visible through the ki.
"Then eat this!" shouted Gaivahros in rage and defiance. The Heran moved his fist quickly from his opponent's chest and towards his face, splaying his palm outwards to release an orb that, upon detonation, would create a huge, outward blast of ki that would send Gekido hurling backwards should it connect. At this range, could he really dodge it?
KP: 1/3 (Force Palm [N1] used at 33% Base Form (5,910 PL) and 33% Hidden Potential (23,639 PL); Total damage of 29,549) TAGS: Gekido OOC NOTES:
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Post by Gekido on Sept 3, 2017 18:50:08 GMT
The Heran smiled as Gaivahoros seemed ready to fight as he threw his attack into his stomach. Gekido did nothing to stop him as he was hit spitting out a glob of blood as he was nailed by the punch. The Heran was surprised that the man powered up so quickly but it was a weak attack. He'd straightened up looking down as blood ran down his lip. "You got a lot of power but." His hand would slowly reach out to grasp the man by face with his large hand and cover it, "I'm stronger!" He'd use his mass strength to squeeze down on the man's head and cause damage to his head by trying to crush it. "I was Playing with you so next time heran I want you to come back and I want to fight a stronger warrior. Not some Heran who talks all this good shit and can't back it up." He'd bring his free arm out as ki surrounded his arm as he it went to punch the man right in the gut to send him flying off into the nearby mountains. Afterwards, he'd clean his hand as he'd grab the massive rock, "Now I got to fix the fields just great." He grumbled as he began to clean up the field so they could grow their crops once more.
Used Mp3:[MP3] Ultra Ki-Infused Melee Attack Through proper Ki Manipulation, you have gained the ability to supercharge your melee attacks with Ki! The melee attack can be flavored however you like, and mechanically functions identically to a ranged technique. Charges at 100% per turn. (IE: 100% > 200% > 300% > 400% > 500% ) For 97,294 damage
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