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Post by Vi-Poi on May 30, 2015 22:41:36 GMT
His sweeping knife-hand threw Zucceta through a huge oak, creating an explosion of splinters and branches as she careened head over heels like a wobbling bullet. Vi-Poi blinked in surprise as Zucceta quickly used the momentum from the blow to correct her fall and rebound. It was an impressive recovery. The Saiyans had a physical constitution fortified by generations of brutality, and this was another example of it. So many of their kind on Earth was like introducing a pack of wolves into a sheep corral. Humans, most of them anyway, were not versed in ki usage, and even the ones that were didn’t generally experience the harsh crucible that forged these Saiyan fighting machines.
“The scientists under my command have established a repressive mutagen that would degrade the operating cells in your tails. But I ruled in favor of a less invasive procedure in the Blutz-bans. Your species, as I said, are extraordinary weapons. Look at you!” He said, gesturing to Zucceta as she began to employ an afterimage technique Vi-Poi had never seen before, peaking the curiosity of his combat analytics. “You are a primal force. Ki use comes in prodigal breaths to you, doesn’t it? Altering your genetic data would be spoiling what the pressures of evolution have wrought.”
Vi-Poi stood loosely with his arms raised in a neutral stance as he waited for her to complete her attack. He was confident that, should he be overwhelmed by her illusions, his yttrium-inlaid skeleton and reinforced synthetic body could withstand her attacks. When his ki was infused at these levels, he had the body density of a neutron star. “Why are you here? What brought you to Earth? You spoil your energies on this world. You could be burning your name across the star fields of the galaxy.” Vi-Poi’s bright eyes flashed with a smile as he found her ki signature. “Perhaps you just need a push in the right direction.”
He activated his own Mastered Afterimage, appearing to lunge towards one of her other figures while flickering in front of the one his built-in scouter designated as the real Zucceta. To his amazement, his fist went through the image. His eyebrows rose and his body tensed. Was she manipulating her ki as well? He braced for an attack.
(Feel free to get brawly. This is fun. )
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Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 31, 2015 1:49:40 GMT
Gleciar was watching Vi-Poi and Lady Death fight, they where out of his league... He sighed, he had noticed that everyone else had sneaked out or just walked away, so he figured there would be no problem if he did the same too, he had wanted from the start, but he was afraid he would be stopped and now it was his chance. He looked at the fight for a moment before tip toeing towards the forest and then for a way back home.
[Exit Attempt/PL Please]
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Post by Zucceta on May 31, 2015 12:08:41 GMT
Zucceta ignored most of Vi-Poi's words; they rolled in and out of her mind like the current of a river. We are more than just mere weapons, she thinks, as she zips about the large clearing that served as their battling arena.
She grins as the Android takes his moment to strike, instantly shifted her location to a point behind the Android. As his fist moved through the wavering, fading after-image, his body following in the air, and before he had time to regain a defensive composure, the real visage of Lady Death appears behind the Android. Shifting in from the left, her adjacent elbow is sent with a sniper's precision into the back of the Android's neck, with the intent to cause as much damage as she could with what little power she had in the face of the rival warrior's machine cores.
In a humanoid alien, this part of the body was particularly vulnerable; a powerful enough strike could sever nerves and shatter vertebrae, if not outright killing a foe then disabling them to be disposed of by a quick, effortless blast of ki. Zucceta held no such hopes of disposing of her android foe in such a method, but she did hope it would send whatever equivalent he had to pain sensors reeling. Under the right circumstances, goliaths could be felled, and in this case Zucceta's elbow was the legendary pebble. She just hoped that, because of his humanoid design, the weak points were the same; but that wasn't necessarily true, and her new Shattersense did not work on the machine to find out.
Regardless of a successful delivery of this blow, she would hop backwards, raising the burning energy razor defensively in front of her. "I am so glad you chose to disallow your organisation's biological tyranny. In the great Tuffle Incursion, it is said that many saiyans were captured and mutated, hideously, into true mindless weapons, to be used against what were once their brothers in arms." Her tail wraps around her waist.
"The reason for my arrival on Earth was simple, but I will not disclose it; the reasons for my prolonged stay are numerous, and mostly have to do with people like you."
"You once more prove your own similarities to our Tuffle enemies, and the ones that came after them; my people are not just tools of war!"
She raises her Razor in a parrying stance, and awaits the android's move.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 1, 2015 22:26:53 GMT
Vi-Poi’s circuits fluttered as he was struck in the back of the neck, his yttrium spine rattling into his skull as he toppled forward from the might of the blow. Had he been a human and made of their bone and sinew, he might have been dead. Instead, a bright green bruise began to form across the back of his pale neck, and as he stumbled to his feet and twisted about to face Zucceta, she might have noticed a faint fizzling sound accompanying a flickering waver of his irises, their displays knocked out of magnetic alignment by the strike.
His vision was briefly compromised, and he lifted a flat palm, ready to bring up an Android Barrier should she continue to attack. Wariness seemed to have gotten the better of her though, and she brought up her ki blade in defense. It was smart of her. She was facing a much stronger foe, one that could end her lest she was careful.
“People like me? You mistake my intentions. I have no use for tools of war. War itself is a tool, and an inefficient one. Your people view war as some sort of rite of passage, or an honorable exchange. I view it as a means to an end. All of my legions are a tool of peace, and even that peace is but another means to another end. You biologicals are so swept up in the cause of the moment. Wars. Conquering. Victory. Dominion. All these things are fleeting. You spill oceans of blood and make wastelands of bone all so you can briefly rule over a spattering of stars in a small atoll of the infinite archipelago of the Universe. It’s a game of vanity, the same one your primate ancestors no doubt played when they shoved a rival’s face in the dirt, only on a different scale.“
The wind began to pick up again, whipping around Vi-Poi like a tempest.
“My goals are far beyond playing that game. Why play one game, when you can rewrite the rules to all of them?”
He began to skip towards her in blurring flickers, staggering his bursts of movement in an advancing slalom to throw off her defense. When he arrived near her, he would strike out with a feinting fist to her abdomen, intending the strike to be slow enough for her to block or attempt to catch. Should she not block or catch the blow, it would strike her in the middle and knock her back, and he would follow this with a knifing upward kick to the jaw. If she were to instead dodge the attack, he would follow with the kick as well, this time more sharply in an attempt to stun her. Should she grapple his striking arm, he would quickly unhitch it above the elbow, exposing the wide-bore of his ki conduit, delivering a full-throated blast right against her. It was enough ki that it would burn her, perhaps rupture her armor and cause much pain, but he didn’t want to go for the kill, not yet. He wanted Zucceta to understand.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 1, 2015 22:56:27 GMT
Zucceta chuckles at the discoloured bruise already forming on the back of the android's neck as she hops away; but it was wise of her not to take a second attack, it seemed, as despite his discomfort the android was obviously skilled at defending himself, and she was a far weaker opponent if not less skilled. She notices that his eyes seemed out of focus and distorted; in a human, the results would have been similar. Perhaps Virtual Poi had relied too much on humanoid design within his composition, and shared the same weaknesses as his meatier brethren; she hoped this was the case. She bounces slightly on her heels, allowing herself a smile.
Her best hope was at whittling down the android slowly and surely, with smart strikes like this, but she wouldn't lie to herself about her own chances.
His words wash over her. Some manage to sting the saiyan's heart, but his words were that of a machine, and one built from the perspective of an earthling besides.
"Don't overestimate your intelligence and reach, robot; it turns out you bruise the same as the rest of us. Your goal isn't so different to those who bleed red rather than black." The description was flawed, but the android probably got the point; it was fallacious to assume that his own personal goal was different to that of the saiyan empire, or the Planet Trade, or those who came before them; each wished to change the universe forever, and each time people had swelled against these movements like great tides breaking down coastal cliffs.
And, after all, Virtual Poi had taken over the Earth's military through a show of force. The civil war that ensued had not been bloodless on his half, for all the talks of pacifism; he wasn't a barbarian, but neither was his way truly 'peace'.
The android's form begins to flicker, and the saiyan soldier recognises the technique as a variant of the Zanzoken, the favored technique that had allowed her to score her hit. She does not allow the steadily advancing image to throw her off guard; in fact, it was one of her favourite forms of momentum for intimidation. She focuses and steadies her breathing just as the android appears in front of her; the blow was, she calculated, too slow to be the true terror of this assault. She takes it, clenching her gut to nullify much of the pain, and then anticipated the android's counter.
The foot slides up to meet her jaw; she tilts her head back, the foot just missing her chin. With one hand she grips the leg just above the boot, and with the other she slashes with her burning Razor in an attempt to cut away at the back of the android's shin, white blade attempting to seeth through the administrator's clothes, grimacing all the while; she was aware of her own vulnerabilities in this position, but had little choice but to go through with the counter. She needed to deal damage.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 2, 2015 4:26:04 GMT
Vi-Poi humphed as she managed to cleverly absorb the force of the feint and dodge his sweeping upward kick. He grunted in displeasure as she grappled his leg, pulling her ki blade against it and cutting past the unarmored stretch fibers of his calf. Instead of sliding away from the grapple or trying to somersault away from the blade, Vi-Poi infused a large amount of his energy into his body and pushed down hard, his leg dragging down into the blade with a sizzling pop. He could feel the spirit sword cutting into his synthflesh, tearing into the allotropic carbon of his muscles, tearing the sinew of his nanoribbon ligament system. His sensors reported it meeting the ultra-dense yttrium bone, and he threw his reserves to their maximum, infusing every ounce of ki he could into his musculature and skeleton. The sword wavered down with the lowering of his leg, enough to expose Zucceta’s face to his raised arms, which he struck at with a blurring combination of punches intended to back her off and faze her, stun her. He wanted to bloody her face after damaging him so. If she somehow mitigated the attacks, he would use all of his force to break away and knock her back with a kiai.
“You’re pretty good. No one has damaged me like this since the Super Saiyan above West Capitol.” He said, frowning down at the pool of neon green liquid that was forming below his wounded leg. It was still ninety-four percent functional, at least. His micromotor repair gel was coming out in a great flood, and because he sealed the channeling arteries to prevent further loss of his self-repair, the wound would need tending to at the laboratory aboard Big Blu. “I killed him, you know. Grabbed him by the throat and kicked him into an energy wave. His battle rating was more than ten times what yours is now, and I’ve increased my own power since then by a factor of four. Face it, you are outmatched. What makes you think you can win? It’s hopeless.”
He became deathly serious now, sprinting in close through the air, his Lock-On reforming as he kept his eyes open for any counter attack to the sweeping kick he was building. She would need to be taught the lesson in more brutal fashion than he’d originally anticipated.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 2, 2015 10:20:04 GMT
Zucceta utters a harsh, triumphant laugh when the Razor successfully pierces her foes' skin; green, inky blood splashes down her face and armor. However, she couldn't pull away from, nor block or counter, the furious flurry of blows directed towards her face; both of her hands were still occupied with Vi-Poi's leg. Her face is rocked by the ferocious barrage of punches; her grip loosens immediately on his leg, the focus creating her Razor failing. Her pain receptors explode with sensation; each of Virtual Poi's blows might have knocked out a lesser warrior than Lady Death. She careens backwards, turning the momentum into a backwards flip, before unsteadily pulling herself back into a defensive position. Her lip was split, and her right eye was beginning to puff with the purples of blood beneath skin. Despite this, she finds herself smiling.
The exhilaration of battle was the best drug her body could get, the best high she could ask for, even against hopeless odds. It was about seeing what mark she could make against these odds, with her current abilities. "Might be I'm a super saiyan," she chuckles, wiping a trickle of blood from the split in her lip. The real super saiyan was just a myth; Athren's form didn't match its legend.
She waves away his words. "I've heard this all before, man of artifice. There is a time for talk, and your boasts bring me no fear."
This was true; she was acutely aware of Virtual Poi's strength, and had come to terms with it long before he had even arrived on scene. That was, perhaps, why she had made this move.
Virtual Poi's next attack was too obvious, but it would be too hard-hitting for her to take without an attempt at a parry. She raises the adjacent arm to block the heavy kick, and should it hit her bone might splinter from the impact; with the other she sends a taut fist careening towards the Android's throat, her lip twisted into a permanent snarl.
Deep down, a part of her thought the fight might be decided, and soon. It probably wouldn't be to her favour.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 2, 2015 20:40:23 GMT
Vi-Poi let the kick sweep into his target, the rending blow breaking her blocking arm with a sharp snap of bone, crushing ligament and muscle, wracking her body with force. Her blocking arm might still be useable, it was a clean break, and he knew well that a martial culture like the Saiyans would foster a psychology that would allow them to endure extreme wounds. He would have to disable her defense in a more thorough and rigorous fashion.
When her counter-punch came, a small smile came to his pale face. The strike was slow enough for him to intercept… with a blurring hand, his palm shot up, catching the blow in a tight grip of his hard fingers. He planted both feet onto the ground, digging his heels in as the force of the impact slid them along the ground, tossing up furrows of earth. Still, he held the grip on her hand tightly, and his vice-like fingers began to squeeze hard. Unless she somehow escaped from the blocking grab, the great strength of his ki-infused body would break her hand. Her knuckles would snap first, followed by her distal finger bones, twisted up into her palm until they broke its flesh. He would not end his crushing there. As he felt the bones snap, he would clamp down even harder, using all of his robotic might to break the thicker metacarpal bones of her hand, crushing them into a fine dust, leaving all of her hand nothing more than a bloody and rubbery stump. The pain, his biomedical and anatomical algorithms predicted, would be excruciating. “You are no Super Saiyan.” Vi-Poi informed her coldly. “If you were, you’d still have your hand.” He brought this message home by twisting his grip hard, breaking the carpal bones of her wrist, wringing the crippled palm tightly, leaving nothing that could resemble a hand.
He would finish this attack with a contemptuous blast of ki aimed directly at her chest that would crack her ribs and break her armor.
“You should have left the Global Dragon Radar intact. My engineers still haven’t been able to rebuild what you destroyed. If it weren’t for you, the foci stones would be in my possession.” Vi-Poi said chastisingly, his digital mood turning sour from both the violent lesson and the thought of losing out on the Dragon Balls, perhaps forever. Perhaps he should kill her, after all.
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 2, 2015 22:53:02 GMT
Zucceta grimaces as she feels her blocking arm shatter from his kick, but she had suffered worse pain than that, and pushes it deep down inside.
What she had never faced before, was Virtual Poi's next attack.
He manages to catch her punch; it was an unfortunate truth that Lady Death had suspected him capable of doing this maneuver to counter her attack. If the differences in power weren't so great, she had a brief moment to muse, she was sure her attack would have had success; but that was neither here nor there, an irrelevancy. I What was relevant, was the grip upon her hand that quickly escalates into a pressure she had never once felt before in her life. She grits her teeth, focusing on her own rage as white hot pain begins to shoot from her knuckles; she feels each individual knuckle splinter from the force of the androids grip individually, the joints rupturing. She attempts to curl her fingers, and bites back a scream.
She can't help but release an anguished cry when she feels the tips of her fingers go next. Her scream is pained, but inflected with rage rather than fear; still, she felt no fear. The pain was agonising, like a constant wave cast up from Hell and ravaging every part of her body, each pulsing, throbbing knife-stab of acute excruciation from her arm sending blinding white lights dancing across her vision. The pain only intensifies. Blood begins to trickle down her arm from the grip, her skin splitting and tearing, raw open blood vessels spitting the crimson.
She feels the misshapen lumps that were her fingers begin to push through into the flesh of her palm, and offers a low, guttural growl, her body shaking with the waves of pain that were washing over her body.
There had never been pain like this before.
She feels the deeper bones snap and continue to grind, grind, grind into fine powder from the intense exertion from Virtual Poi. Her head twists and turns; she cannot restrain the furious, pained tears that drip from her bloodshot eyes. Her moans begin to soften; conscious begins to slip.
She refuses to lose consciousness, so she must focus on the pain.
She cannot move any aspect of her fingers. One does not know the feeling of skeletal destruction until it occurs, and Zucceta hated it; she had learned how to bear pain, even of this unknown intensity, but the lack of movement in her hand was the worst. It was a limb now broken and warped beyond the reaches of natural healing processes.
The final twist of her hand sends her body retching; she wants to vomit. She holds on to her resolution, as the final moment of torture occurs; Vi-Poi's final blast that sends her tumbling backwards. She feels her set of armour shatter, exploding outwards and crumbling away in equal measure; she feels ribs creak and snap, one of which punctures a lung.
Her broken form slaps against the ground; she shivers, her body contorting with pain. She is still for many moments, the only sounds the winds rustling through the trees.
Virtual Poi's words might have fallen on dead ears, had Zucceta been a different saiyan; but her will to survive was not based on strength but her spirit.
Her body slowly begins to shift, not rising from the floor, but her back begins to shake slightly, a guttural high coming from Lady Death's throat as she twists around on the muddied ground. It might, at first, sound like sobs, but in truth the woman was laughing; maniacally, savagely, ferally - but laughing.
With her ruined limb drawn close to what remained of her attire, the dark undershirt and pants that kept her from total nudity, she slowly begins to shift to her knees. Her broken arm pulsed with lighter pain as she uses it to push herself up to her feet.
She wobbles, all the while slowly laughing. Her black locks fall in front of her face and eyes, and act as a canvas for her her bloodied mouth as it opens into a vicious, mad grin, teeth bleached by her own vital fluid. By all accounts, Lady Death should be dead.
"I don't re-" She brings her better arm to her mouth, coughing up a mixture of blood and vomit onto her one remaining hand. She wipes her blood-stained chin of saliva, and restarts. "I don't remember... the Super Saiyan legend... specifying anything about hands..." Her words come in rattling gasps, the result of her punctured lung.
"All you care about... are those rocks..." She slowly shakes her head back and forth. "Any sense of... noble cause... of peace... is a lie from your lips..."
The fingers of her one working hand unfurl, and the white Razor-blade reforms. She slowly raises it to point at Vi-Poi, smiling... before slashing it down on her other arm, just below the elbow.
The ki seethes through her own flesh in an instant, and she bites her lip; her ruined flesh is flung across the air and settles besides a bush. As the blade cuts through, the wound is instantly cauterized; she can't help but utter a scream, but the pain soon lessens, and is lesser than letting her ruined limb fester any longer.
She pants, continuing to stare at the android. "Better to have... nothing there than.... that..." her eyes roll back into her head, momentarily, and she drops to one knee, bloody saliva dripping from her mouth and onto the grass. Her fight with conscious was being steadily lost.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 3, 2015 1:32:10 GMT
Vi-Poi’s hand smoked with heat from the intense shot of ki that brought the Saiyan warrioress low. His eyebrows slowly rose as she staggered from the smoking heap to her feet. She certainly had an uncommon stamina and fortitude. He wondered what percentage of even the Saiyan population could withstand such damage without succumb to unconsciousness. She was going down that path, to be sure – her movements were slugging, her muscles were wavering, her pupils were unfocused. She was, in all probability, not only losing blood and in shock from the tremendous wound, but concussed from the ki shot. Her maniacal laughter would seem to suggest so.
Vi-Poi listened to her words as he calmly infused his hand with a glaze of ki and walked towards her. When she severed her own arm with the reignited blade of ki, he slowed, advancing more warily. She was fighting at less than half her strength. Her spirit was rapidly fading. But a wounded and cornered animal could still present a fierce danger. “I’m receiving moral reprimands from a butcher of worlds? Is your vast accumulation of violence somehow better because when you destroy, a chemical reaction in your brain makes you feel good about it? I have more free will than you'll ever experience. Biologicals are slaves to their internal chemistry. It’s cause and effect.” Vi-Poi asked, watching as she fell to her a knee. Her eyes were rolling involuntarily. She was losing the battle against a coma. “My actions do not lie. The world is at peace. When someone like you attempts to tear the Earth to pieces, they are swiftly dealt with. Just because I happen to have other priorities does not mean I won’t fulfill all the rest.” He kept his focus on her fizzling blade as he came within arm’s reach. “I will leave you alive, though I have no logical reason to do so and I’m certain if this situation ever reverses in the future, you will not afford me the kindness. Think of it as a gesture of good will, from this heartless and soulless robot you seem to abhor.”
Vi-Poi delivered a hard knifehand towards the side of her neck, intending to render her unconscious with a shocking blow to her nerves. It wouldn’t take much, at this point. If she managed to dodge the attack, he would continue to strike, again and again, until she was thrown down. Her wounds would be such that she wouldn't be doing any terrorizing of the military for a long while, and would probably think twice before going on a killing spree for entertainment.
After Zucceta fell, he would rise up into the sky as quickly as he’d descended to the Earth, making for the vast reaches of dark space. (Thread Exit, PL please. Was fun )
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 3, 2015 13:29:07 GMT
I will leave you alive.
No!
She attempts to swing her remaining limb, but the adrenaline was wearing out, and all was pain. The chop to the neck was swift and decisive; Zucceta plummets into dreamless, agonised unconscious, slumping down onto the forest floor. Her last thought before all slips to black is that this might finally be the end of it.
When some comes to, it is a sunset, though she is unsure if it was the same day, or if many hours had passed. She groans, her eyes flickering open; she attempts to push herself up with one arm, forgetting that the limb was missing. This gives her the appearance of wriggling in the mud. Her wound slaps the earth, sending a blaze of pain throughout her body. She rolls onto her back, and looks at the arm.
She must have been unconscious for at least a day; the wound, while cauterised, had now scabbed over. She thinks of the bean stored in a convenient place nearby; it was said to heal wounds and, if the wound was fresh enough, restore limbs.
She stares at the stump, before snarling. Even if it wasn't too late for the restoration, her hand had failed her. The lack of an organic arm would serve as a reminder of her failure, and serve another purpose; to remember the man who had done such damage to her, and yet leave her to walk the earth.
He would pay for this dishonor.
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Post by Reikiko on Jun 3, 2015 17:11:15 GMT
While Reikiko had disappeared from view during the clash between Vipoi and Zucceta, seemingly a sign that she wasn’t going to interfere in their battle, the moment the fight ended and Vipoi left the scene the sound of clapping hands resounded through the silence, and finally she emerged from the shadows. It was not often Reikiko found herself intrigued by those who lacked the power she sought, and yet she sensed an immense amount of potential within the female warrior’s body. However, before she could have properly addressed Zucceta, it seemed the Saiyan fainted on the spot, leaving the bio-android to sigh in annoyance. While she knew Vipoi was unlikely to have delivered a killing blow, the amount of damage received would likely have been more than enough to leave Zucceta in a terrible condition. She had no choice but to wait for the Saiyan to wake up. When Zucceta regained consciousness and seemed to be searching for something, the bio-android’s voice resounded through the air.
“You were weak, but your potential is strong enough to surpass that robo boy’s capacities someday.”
The bio-android smiled calmly as she approached Zucceta, crouching down before her, tail sweeping back and forth behind her while at the same time she gazed briefly at the injury that Vipoi had inflicted, the arm that had been severed as a sign of her failure in combat.
“Let me teach you something interesting. The Supah Saiyajin isn’t a legend. Many of your people seem to look at it in disbelief, but it’s an ascension that isn’t fiction but fact. When that Saiyajin unleashed his power his hair turned golden and his aura spiked up beyond the millions in power.”
She paused for a moment, recalling the confrontation in West Capitol where she had absorbed the first known Super Saiyan of their time. It had been an devastating battle, and perhaps it was time for someone else to know the truth.
“The truth is that the Supah Saiyajin is a transformation that is impossible to defeat without an ascension or a tremendous initial power. That day neither me or Vipoi bested the Supah Saiyajin that day. It required the robo boy to fight to the limit of his capacities, and for myself to charge up a technique that throughout history is considered almost forbidden in nature, just to be able to best him. Curiously enough after I absorbed the essence of the Supah Saiyajin I discovered something interesting. I discovered not only a means to force an ascension to this state of being. I also…”
She leaned closer to the Saiyan, whispering the next part of her explanation into her ear.
“I got reasons to believe that a Supah Saiyajin is able to ascend even further.”
With those words spoken she rose back onto her feet, turning her back at Zucceta while slowly walking away from her.
“As we speak I’m preparing to ascend to a state similar to that ascension beyond the famous Supah Saiyajin. However, I’m a woman who likes interesting people, so I’ll be willing to help you find the means to ascend to that legend that your people seem to consider a fairytale. If you wonder why… It’s because a Saiyajin’s lust for battle stirs in me. A true battle against a worthy foe, and I want to see if you are able to become one someday.”
Slowly she allowed her body to float upwards, preparing to fly away from the scene while she hummed softly.
“Let us meet again when you are closer to attaining the power you need. I’ll look forward to your struggle for revenge.”
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Post by Kiara on Jun 3, 2015 22:26:30 GMT
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 3, 2015 22:42:00 GMT
grades added.
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Zucceta
Administrator
PL: 379,083
Oozaru(x10) MSSj(x15) S.Ooz(x22) SSj2(25x)
Zeni: 2290
Tag: @admin
OOC Name: therevolution
Posts: 2,309
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Post by Zucceta on Jun 4, 2015 17:58:56 GMT
potential nerf to 20342 PL gain inbound depending on internal debate regarding a rule:
6) Gains from a thread are decided by the thread PL. For instance, if your PL is at seventy thousand before starting a thread, you'd gain full weight bonuses; if, however, your PL goes up while you are in this thread, you would otherwise not get the full boost, having a lesser weight gain. However, as your thread PL was still lower than this threshold, you still gain full PL for any threads made before your PL went above this level.
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