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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2015 0:33:07 GMT
(power level 14,911) It had been a dark night and a rather unsavory while since he'd gotten to this planet. Feeling rather tired and aggravated lately for various reasons. The blue saiyan in a bar taking down large drinks of human ale which seemed to do little to effect him. The blue haired man was in black military style pants and human combat boots. His chest covered by the upper part of the sleeveless saiyan body suit he wore underneath. His blue tail fluttering lightly behind him as a tension and drizzly mood set in on him. Thinking of that pale faced man from before. Trying not to let it bother him too much as he gulped down another burning gulp of alcohol. " Bah... Don't know why it keeps bothering me..." Trying to shoot his mind to something else. Rising from his seat after ordering another cheap bottle given he hadn't much funds. And carrying it as side drinking down the dark beverage. He'd walk to the human musical device in the corner of the room. The jukebox as they called, strange device but seemed rather pleasing the longer on was around it. He'd tap it lightly changing the music after slipping a coin or two in it of the human currency he'd acquired. Changing it a few times to something soothing. It seemed to be a classical set of music soft and relaxing as well as refined. It'd sink in slowly as he thought of home and past days. Boyhood terrors and a past long put behind him, Or so he'd tell himself at least.
It was to him a escape for the moment but to others it was a annoyance. Most folks not wanting to listen to the sways of classical enjoyment while inebriated and partying. He'd stare at the device though lost in thought and his own confines of his moment for the moment.
A human would approach shortly snoring at him and going to change the device a few coins rustling in his hand. "What is this horse shit? I want to listen to something heavy... Get out of the way you blue haired freak. You alien types have no taste in good music." Hits tail tensing and wrapping lightly around his waist. He'd grab the mans hand roughly and throw him back a bit with force not facing him but keeping his eyes and now his back to him as he stumbled back.
The bearded man had a pear of dark sunglasses and a cut scar under his eye. Which seemed to fit his dirty biker style of clothing. He'd growl as Jarvis would respond simply and almost softly with. "Go away human...I'm in no mood right now." It was one of those nights when the past just didn't want to stay away. We all have them sometimes. He'd sigh before feeling his head nudge lightly from a fist colliding into the back of it. It didn't hurt i the least but it did surprise him even if he didn't show it only sighing. A pointed object lightly poking the side of his upper body onto the saiyan thin upper body suit. A knife he guessed but not yet looking merely listening to the music. "I don't like Piss ant creatures bossing me around... Maybe we should step outside..." He found it kind of odd that sentiment step outside? Did humans believe this made them stronger to fight outside? He'd heard this statement made a couple times before from other folks yelling idle threats at one another. "If you wish to be outside..." A burning sensation growing in his gut as his eye lightly twitched under his blue eyebrow.
Outside it was raining and dark. Only stars in the sky and the light of flickering occasional street lights. A large window that say Martins was next to the entrance to the bar he was currently resting in. The peace of the night as Jarvis 'resolved' the confrontation of his reflection time by giving the man what he wished. He let him step outside. Glass shattering as the bearded man flew out the window in a crashing sound glass showering outside and he smacked into his bike before the pavement. He'd live but wobble to his feet only to fall back down and pass out. He'd likely need some stitches or medical care when awoke but that wasn't Jarvis's problem. At least he had the rain pouring on him to keep his head cool out there. "Dumb ass." Was all he'd mutter in a snort as he reset the musical device and say back down at one of the tables drinking straight from his bottle as other patrons fled the bar. Hey, At least it was quiet now.Mayze Articho Reville
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Post by Mayze on May 7, 2015 3:10:13 GMT
[Heavy Weights on, Thread PL 34,870, With Weights 8717] It had been along time since Mayze had been in a city. The last time he went on a crime spree, stealing zeni from helpless victims. Did he regret it? No. He needed the money to buy the weights he currently wore in the shape of a cloak. Was there anything he did regret from his trip to the city? Well, yes. He wished he could have saved the mother of the small child, but alas, he had let her be shot, and only intervened when he saw the mugger aiming his gun at the child. Mayze had then rushed in, and killed the man. He then took the child to the police station, and he hadn’t seen her since. So, this begs the question, why is he here? He honestly didn’t know, he had just felt drawn to the place, and for whatever reason, he didn’t know. Perhaps, it was destiny? Perhaps he flet lonely away from people, despite how much he doubted that. Whatever reason, he knew he was in particularly drawn to a bar. Maybe he just needed some alcohol in his system. Rain pattered against the cement, as he walked down the street. Many people gave him hateful, fearful, and awe-inspired looks. The humans were simply afraid. The cloak did nothing to conceal his tail, and thus, the humans knew he was a Saiyan. It wasn’t surprising really, they had all seen on television what the Super Saiyan had done to West Capital. Of course, they also knew what had happened at the Cenitural Council. And, there was the mighty Ozzarou attack. He couldn’t blame them, they were weaklings after all, and it was only natural that they should fear a superior race. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard glass shatter in front of him. As a man flew through and crashed into a bike, Mayze’s face widened in surprise. Quickly his face morphed into one of curiosity. Glancing back towards the door, and the window the man had came out of, he saw many patrons running out away from the scene. He was honestly tempted to kill them for being cowards and weaklings, but he knew that wouldn’t sit well with the BBA. Glass crunched beneath his feet as he walked inside. In the bar, he saw only one patron, and one fearful bartender. The patron himself was drinking one of Earth’s alcohol beverages. His hair was a blue color, probably dyed that way from what he knew about humans. Of course, the man was not human! No, on his chest, he wore the unmistakable Saiyan undersuit, blue in color. And behind him, a blue tail fluttered around. “Hmph, what have we here? A petty human wearing a Saiyan costume with blue hair? Hn,pathetic,” Mayze mocked, “You could never lay a finger on a true Saiyan such as myself!” he said as he pointed at himself, cloak still hiding the features of his face, “Especially a Super Elite!"Articho RevilleOOC: Don't forget to list your current PL Jarvis.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 7, 2015 3:43:15 GMT
Articho walked slowly along the streets of the Southern Capitol, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he chewed on a sandwich. Since his favorites sandwich shop in Ginger Town had been destroyed by that stupid dog alien, Edge, he had been on the lookout for another one of the same shop. It was a small franchise and he had managed to find one in the city, much to his delight. He happily bit into his sandwich again, mostly ignoring the fearful looks he received from the human bystanders around him. The rain had made him pull the hood of his jacket and his peripheral had been blocked for the lost part. Coupled with the sandwich and Articho's attention wouldn't be diverted from his food and inner thoughts.
His training to join up in the Turtle School had been going well in his opinion, which made him feel satisfied. He would reach his wanted level of strength quickly enough, though he did wonder about the mysterious Super Saiyan transformation. It was a powerful form and after doing some very minor research about it, mostly of the need fo experience some sort of event that was tragic or induced terrible rage. The hybrid wondered what event he would need to trigger his transformation, though he loathed to think about losing someone close to him. He took another bite of his sandwich, chewing thoughtfully as he heard a crash to his left.
Across the street were two people who looked like they were having some sort of standoff. One was clearly as Saiyan, as shown by his monkey tail. The other was less traditional with his hair being blue. Blue hair. Where had he seen that before? Somewhere recent and in an old warehouse. A lightbulb went off in Articho's mind. He had remembered where he had seen the blue haired man and quickly crossed the street and slowed next to the Saiyan. "Hey, Jarvis," the hybrid said, waving as he did. He studied the Saiyan for a minute and didn't sense much ki from the man, though that could be false. "Is he causin' trouble?"
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 8:52:28 GMT
(ooc: Sorry about that. xD I edited it in the first post. My bad. )
It was a droll sensation that ran through his body hearing someone else poke at him verbally and speak so proudly. He'd sigh turning ever so lightly his head at a angle noticing the tail the words already having him believe the man. But his vision and gaze didn't suggest he cared. A frown in place of his normal goofy grin. The bottle lifting to his lips as a blue eye brow and equally blue he rose lightly in confusion or wonder perhaps. Before lowering it to the table. Rather then standing at attention or twitching in fear he'd kick one boot up onto the nearby table. The black human boots of a soldier, Quickly followed by the second one crossing over the first in a relaxed elevated manner as he reclined lightly in his chair looking towards the 'saiyan elite'. The bottle clacking down on the table.
"Oi! So you're one of them saiyan elites then? Well sorry mate I haven't had enough liquor in me yet to go wanting to go laying a finger on you.." A light chuckle breaking from his lips as he'd reach out to the bottle taking in another few chugs before clanking it back down. His tail fluttering a bit then wrapping around his waist. A thing of instinct for a saiyan. Protective over it and careful of dangers. "Besides even if you are a elite I'm not really into men... Sorry Mr. Elite." He had little respect and seemed lost in a bit tipsy joy. A glee of wispy alcohol carving away at his current depressive mood. He'd think about it a bit and feel a bit of anger rush through his bones. Saiyans... He was only half of one but something about them gave him a angry feeling in his gut. Like he'd swallowed hot metal or something. There was a reason he liked to announce himself as his mother race over them. Maybe it was just drunk as recalled his never present father. But then again a pure blooded saiyan might not have let something like that bother them.
"What exactly is a 'true saiyan' anyway Mr. Elite? Cause I gotta say what I read about em on Arcose wasn't exactly flattering. I might be a bit more impressed if a so called elite didn't hide his face behind dark cloth....! An please don't call me a human. They seem swell and all but I'm not really keen into being lumped up with them." A sneer in his voice as if suggesting cowardice tendencies towards the hood. He would have taken another drink if he didn't hear another voice. One he lightly felt odd for recognizing after a moment. Why had he even went to that tourney. Oh hells bells was nothing to work out for him on this damned world. "Is it such a crime to be privy to a night of peace one drink... I can't gulp down one drink on this damned planet without things going array. I almost miss that damned frozen hell now..." Thinking of home again. Of mother and a time forgotten. Maybe he was just being a child he was told before he was immature. He didn't if he wanted to fight or if he'd even have a choice soon. His saiyan blood and temper got him into trouble again it seemed. With a saiyan as well no less and this fellow from the tourney perhaps. It wasn't going to be a good night was it. Trying to focus on the rain outside that splutter and came down hard in a crashing watery sound. Thunder rattling the bar lightly in a dismal chaotic boom as if signifying danger to come. Gotta give it to mother nature, she was good with her timing and one sassy bitch.
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Post by Mayze on May 7, 2015 17:01:43 GMT
Apparently, the Saiyan hybrid was not in the mood to fight. He may only be a half breed, but the Saiyan blood still ran through him, and as such, the man must have some thirst for battle. “Yes,” Mayze said, “I am a Saiyan Elite and you would do well to remember that for when we fight.” he paused for a moment, “And you have no choice when it comes to fighting me.”
How did he know the half-saiyan in front of him was a half breed? Well, the tail was the obvious indicator that the man in front of him had at least a bit of Saiyan blood in him. The blue color of his hair though, was an indicator he was not a normal saiyan. He also wasn’t human, as the man had just stated that. So what was he?
“What do I mean by true saiyan?” a sneer in his voice evident, “Well I’m no half-breed, unlike you,” he continued, “You’re nothing but a pathetic piece of trash when compared to me,” he grinned, “As for the cloak,” he threw off the cloak, hearing a loud thump “It’s weighted,” A full, evil-looking smile now played on his lips. This was going to be fun.
He hadn’t heard the person behind him approach. He only noticed him when the half-breed started to speak to the new arrival. Turning around, Mayze a being with a tail waving behind him, which identified the newcomer as a Saiyan.
“Hmph, another Saiyan I can fight,” his sneer turned into a smile, “Well, I’ll enjoy kicking your ass.”
He fished into one of his pockets, drawing out his red scouter. He placed it over his right eye, and adjusted it a bit. He then began a scan on his two opponents.
Well this would be easy, he thought as he shifted into a battle stance
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Post by Articho Reville on May 7, 2015 22:58:08 GMT
Articho blinked in surprise as the other Saiyan's power increased. The weighted cloak fell to the ground with a thump and he stared at it in slight interest. He seemed very keen on fighting, which the hybrid had no idea why he wanted to do that in the first place, especially with Jarvis looking a little bit drunk. That wasn't really fair of the Saiyan, prompting Articho to frown as he took another bite of his sandwich.
"First of all, I'm a half Saiyan," he said as he chewed. "Secondly, how about we not fight right here? This is a pretty crowded city and unnecessary death is stupid for fight. And, hey, maybe we can just not fight right now. Look at that guy," Articho pointed at Jarvis. "He's wasted. You don't want to fight a drunk guy, right?"
The hybrid finished off his sandwich and brushed the crumbs from his fingers. He was playing it cool on the surface, but his mind was running with worried thoughts. Some random Saiyan came from nowhere and challenged them to a fight, claiming he was elite. Articho didn't argue that point, but the randomness of his arrival was unsettling. "Name's Articho, thanks for asking," he said as he tucked his hands into his pockets. Maybe if he refused to fight, then the Saiyan would hesitate on attacking. He figured he might as well ask if the man knew his father and his possible location. "Do you know a Saiyan named Turrip?" the hybrid asked.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2015 23:45:42 GMT
He'd groan leaning his head back in a loud audible sigh as well. As if bored by this mans boasting and bantering of a saiyan elite this fighting that as wel.l God a good fight was one thing but did they really need to be so damn arrogant. Standing up finally throwing his feet off the table and clacking boots to the ground rubbing his forehead for a moment realizing rather quickly off this man wasn't backing away. Likely not backing down and Jarvis wasn't going to take a beating in the back. "Common Fella do ya really have to act like that... Maybe its just the Brenchian in me but you really piss me off." He'd throw back the bottle drinking it down quickly the whole thing as if it were nothing but water. Before thrusting it back down out of his mouth with a gasping sound of pleasure as he quenched a mighty thirst. "An elitist empirical ass! I don't mind a fight I ain't no coward." He'd swipe a glass on a nearby table within reach as he was close enough now that he stood up. Trying to throw it at the man as well as the bottle. The splashing liquor one thing and the empty bottle more for distraction attempt. He was agitated tipsy and not in his right mind. He wanted to rest and relax after the days and dreams he'd been having at the hard nights. A fire that was ready to ignite that didn't have guidance or a way to control himself. As the alcohol was thrown he'd throw his fists to his side taking in a deep breath and focusing his ki as well before shooting out a mouth blast that roared past his lips. He didn't care if he was drunk as the other half breed had said or if he was in the city. He was angry now and clearly not thinking straight. The blast would roar forward and ignite from the breath exhaling with it in the ki turning into a swirl of fire shot hastily at the man. The alcohol a aid in the flames growth he'd hoped. Hoping that the bottle of glass and glass of alcohol would be seen at first as simply a insult rather then the distraction they were. His fists out to his side as he roared out the mighty attack attempting to singe if not burn his foe. Having no idea how strong this man was but thinking it was damn well strong to call himself a elite so openly. Hoping the alcohol would make if any attack was successful a harder to put out flame.
The bartender already fleeing the scene as well so at least luckily it was jsut them in harms way for the moment. No civilians seemed i the path of fire and battle.
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Post by Mayze on May 8, 2015 1:20:07 GMT
Mayze, still in his battle stance, widened his eyes. Apparently the two of them were half breeds, and the one known as Jarvis was half Brenchain. Interesting, mayhaps the Saiyan will have more speed than is usual for an average Saiyan. Of course, that speed still wouldn’t be enough to beat him. As for taking this battles out of the bar, Mayze could honestly care less. It doesn’t matter if innocent people get killed, all he wants is his appetite for a fight to be soothed.
“I could care less half-breed,” Mayze said, acknowledging the newcomer. He turned towards Jarvis, who was drunkenly standing up. His words were a bit slurred, “Hmph, pathetic. I would have thought even a half-saiyan would’ve been able to drink more brandy than you did,” he cleared his throat, and continued, “And as for how I act? Well I act as any saiyan should. We are the most superior race in the galaxy after all.”
He rolled his eyes as Jarvis grabbed a bottle and threw it at him. What a pathetic attempt to distract him. Casually, he fired a small ki blast from his hand, vaporizing the incoming bottle. He sneered, was that the best the enemy could throw at him? Jarvis would need to do much better than that.
Through the smoke, he saw his enemy take a deep breath, throw his fists out, and exhaled. What came out appeared to be a ki blast that appeared as flames. Tensing, he extended his hands, grabbing the fiery looking ki. Giving off a fierce grunt, he looked around for the other half-breed. Spotting him, he gave an even louder grunt, and threw the attack towards him.
He turned back around, his attention on Jarvis. With a yell, he flew forwards, his blue aura flaring into place. Giving off a loud yell, he threw a right hook towards Jarvis’ face meant to stun him. Not stopping to see if the attack hit or missed, Mayze aimed a kick the the half-saiyan’s right side. Mayze then flipped over Jarvis, attempting to smash his elbow into the back of Jarvis’ skull while Mayze landed onto the side Jarvis’ back was facing. Hoping Jarvis’ was stunned, Mayze attempted to sweep Jarvis’ off his feet with his left leg.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 8, 2015 3:11:57 GMT
Articho's eyes narrowed into a glare. So his father wasn't alone in being an unbearable jerk. Good to know. "Alright, asshole. You want a fight, you've got one," he said dropping into his own battle stance. The hybrid rolled his eyes at the Saiyan's claim. "If you're so superior, then why do so many of you guys have kids with other species? It seems you're all so insufferable that other Saiyans would rather see an 'inferior' being than look at your ugly mugs for more than they need to."
Articho smirked, but his expression changed to one of shock as a fireball flew at him. He ducked to his left and the fire flew by, quickly dissipating in the rain, thankfully destroying nothing. The hybrid turned back to see the Saiyan delivering a beat down onto Jarvis. He gritted his teeth and flew forward. As the Saiyan went to sweep Jarvis' feet from beneath him, Articho leapt over the other half Saiyan and aimed a kick at the Saiyan's head. He followed up by attempting to jump farther using the Saiyan's forehead as a springboard. He attempted to flip in the air and fire three ki blasts at the Saiyan while Articho was upside down in the air.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2015 8:41:28 GMT
The man was fast, Damn fast. He could hardly keep up as he watched carefully quickly tilting back partially a stumble as well as he watched a fist glide by by less then a inch. His back arched to a angle to avoid it making it harder to answer what followed. The joy of dodging a blow was quickly torn away by a kick felt piercing into his side causing him to lurch and gasp out the man leaping over him and a crashing blow to the back of his head sending a shock through him only to be met quickly as he was swiped from his feet crashing into the ground. His blue eyes lightly shaken and his breath short for a moment. A wobbled daze as he collided with the floor for a moment. "You bastard..." He'd let out in a bit of pain and anger staggered voice. Agitated as he quickly clawed for the man in attack. A glowing blade appearing over his hand and forearm as he attempted to lift quickly to a knee and get a footing to shoot himself upward at the man sending a stabbing blow towards the mans stomach hoping to shove a glowing blade through the mans stomach. The ki emanating from both Jarvis's hand in a pair of blades. A brenchian style ki technique he'd been taught from his mother.
He'd follow through stabbing upward towards the mans gut in attempt using the momentum to try and get to his feet as he roared out like a saiyan. Once to his feet he'd thrust with his right in a stabbing motion aimed towards the chest not bothering to stop to see if the priors had hit as he'd shoot out with the left as well before trying to spin for momentum and throw a final harsh slash for the mans mans face. Also as he did he seemed to draw in a rather large breath and be holding as if gathering more oxygen in his lungs that he had done prior. A anger stirring behind blue eyes. His inner emotions stirring into a battle lust towards the one that had interrupted their contemplation and respite. The eyes of a agitated soul that was burst out of its time for reflection. He was holding his breath as he prepared himself to unleash his attack soon wanting this man to come in close again for another one of tose combo. Come close so he could unleash what he was preparing. His blue tail griped tightly around his waist as he would stare the fellow down i this assault. Cheeks lightly reddening from the oxygen he held in his burning lungs. A light smell of burning twinged at his nose as if he'd held down a shot of liquor to slow.
Like hell he was gonna be walked on so easily without a fight. He may not have had much in comparison but by god he'd do his best to make a mountain out of the molehill he had in comparison. Some small bit of him was glad the other hybrid was around. Even if he didn't know him well or was favorable towards him. A little aid was sometimes just the ticket and hope for something one needed to push a little harder. Or maybe he just been a little to hard and was day dreaming from some form of concussion.
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Post by Mayze on May 9, 2015 14:13:34 GMT
Mayze rushed forward, and threw his right hook, but the human barely managed to dodge it. Frowning, he followed with kick that slammed into the Jarvis’ right side. Jarvis gasped out, and appeared to be stunned. It seems this half-breed isn’t that much of a fighter, he thought. Grunting, he flipped over Jarvis, smashing his elbow into the back of his skull as he flew through the air. Landing on the ground, he quickly turned on his heel, and with his left leg, swept Jarvis off his feet. As the half saiyan fell to the floor, Mayze couldn’t stop himself from mocking him, “All bark and no bite aren’t we…. pathetic. I was hoping I’d get a bit of a challenge, it seems it was for naught. Now…. what to do with you…”
While he was speaking, he didn’t notice the other half breed coming towards him. Feeling something solid connect with his head, he staggered forward, grunting out in annoyance and pain. a bit stunned, he barely noticed the three ki blasts coming his way. Shaking his head, he fired a large, slow moving ki blast that destroyed the other. His blast hit the ceiling, and exploded, causing rubble to fall onto the ground. Now angered he was about to go and kick the half-human’s ass, when his scouter detected a build up of ki behind him.
Flipping around, he saw Jarvis leap into the air, two blades appearing over his hand and forearm. Surprised, he widened his eyes, and concluded that he should dodge or block the attack. Seeing the blade approaching him, he dodged towards his left, the attack narrowly missing. Is this some Brenchian technique, he thought.
Jarvis didn’t give Mayze any time to react. The half-brenchian quickly followed through with a right thrust for his chest. Mayze lifted his left arm, and pushed the arm away, deflecting it. He was about to go on a counter attack, when Jarvis thrusted his left blade, also aimed for the chest. Again, Mayze lifted his left arm, and pushed the arm away, narrowly deflecting the attack. He noticed Jarvis use his momentum to spin around, and deliver a slash towards Mayze’s face. He dodged, but the attack still hit him in the left cheek, causing a small wound to open up. The blood flowed out of the wound, and ran down Mayze’s face, giving him a rather sinister look. Feeling a sharp stinging pain on his face, he used his right hand to wipe his left cheek, Bringing his hand into his eyes, he saw blood smeared across his glove. A fiery burst of emotion rose within him, but it was quickly suppressed.
He let out a soft chuckle, “You’re better than I originally thought. You actually made me spill blood…. surprising.” he sneered, “But alas, you are still too weak to defeat one such as me. For I am an elite Saiyan Warrior!”
His face seemed to be one of interest as he saw Jarvis just standing there, his position copying his attack from earlier. Of course, he thought, he’s charging that flaming attack of his! As the realization dawned on his face, he smirked, that attack wouldn’t work on him again. But, perhaps he should let Jarvis charge it?
“Hmph, you go ahead and charge that attack, I’ll deal with your friend here!” with his words spoken, he turned his attention on the half-human. Spotting him, he immediately charged, aiming a right hook towards the half-breeds face. Not caring if the attack hit or missed, he attempted to slam a left hook into half-breeds stomach. He follow with a right kick aimed high towards his face, and would then bring his left knee up in an attempt to smash the half-breeds chin.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 9, 2015 20:20:06 GMT
Articho landed back on the ground, his feet making a thud. His eyes were narrowed in a glare as he watched the angry Saiyan. "You call yourself a warrior?" he asked. "You would attack people knowing you would win? Where's your pride?" The Saiyan had moved back to fighting Jarvis. The hybrid growled under his breath as he watched. That stupid drunk bastard. He blinked in surprise as he watched a little blood fly away from the Saiyan's face. Wow. Jarvis actually drew a little bit of blood from him.
Articho had to roll his eyes. "Yes, we get it. You're an elite. I bet you feel like the most special of snowflakes right now," he said as he clenched his fists. The Saiyan charged towards him and the half Saiyan wanted to ready himself. Articho managed to block his first blow by catching the Saiyan's fist. He lifted his right leg to block the hook to his stomach, but felt the Saiyan's foot connect with his head. The hybrid fell to his right, keeping the momentum going to give himself some space. He back flipped a few feet away, landed on his feet before charging back towards the Saiyan, his blue aura exploding around him as he did. He launched a few ki blasts at the Saiyan before aiming to headbutt the man in the stomach. If it hit, he would follow up by flipping forward and grabbing the Saiyan's head with his legs and pulling it towards the ground to smash it into the earth.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2015 21:31:55 GMT
He'd move as best he could his arms in form. The blade combat was what he excelled at. Or at lease compared to his other ways of fighting but he felt a bit disheartened in the motions. The man moved with speed and finesse as the blades were glided away by deflecting hands. A burning in his head from the mans comment on him. Pathetic or easily pushed aside challenge. His blue eyes flickering with a bit of anger as he stared forward through the motions. The spin gave him a bit of joy seeing at least a small bit of blood. A nick on the mans cheek little more. But it was still something he couldn't help but grin wanting to comment on the face he heard once again the words Saiyan elite. His blue hair still a shine but lightly a mess so far from the scuffling. But the burning energy in his gut and lungs was welling up. A burning energy mixing with oxygen and carbon dioxide. Keeping him from talking a swell for the moment as he tried to focus and hone the energy within. Preparing it for the right charged up moment to set fire to the air.
His eyes burned a little brighter as he was just turned away from as well. Wide eye shooting in a light angered surprised. Almost as if he couldn't believe it. As if he were nothing to be worried of. His left eye and blue brow twitching angrily as he watched as the two others engaged one another so readily. It wasn't really worry for Articho's well being just the stab to pride or sensation of being looked down on. The mans back agitated him watching it as he went to facing Articho.
As the assault would play out he'd waste little times as he felt his lungs burning intensely. The fire building up as he'd crouch as his lungs felt like they were on fire. He'd place a palm to the ground with and his other hand in a fist at his side for balance. Blue eyes lightly burning as he aimed his attack forward little worry for Articho in the path. As long as he could catch his foe. He'd part his lips slowly as lightly embers sparked forth. Ki would gather and roar spinning out from his lips a little wider then before and more punch as it shot out. The swirling flame encircling it as well as it shot forward sucking surrounding oxygen and ready to burst into flame. This one would likely cause more fire to spread if it hit the surrounding area. The bar was vacant besides these three so it wasn't as dangerous to others. The fire would burn forward in a attempt to destroy and turn whatever it hit to cinder. He didn't see yet if it hit as his teeth clattered together his mouth snapping shut at the end of it. A few hefty heavy breaths exhaling as he clamored to get air back into his burning lungs. A bit of smoke trailing out of his mouth towards the ceiling dissipating from the light bit of breeze from ceiling fans. It wasn't the most comfortable attack to use but it had that fire flare to it. Fire alone was dangerous spread it around and it could add whole new dangerous. He'd peer up as he regained lightl breath to see what had happened to his attack or how Articho fared in his.
[Breath of Fire[N1] 66% Charged 9,800 Attack Power Level]
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Mayze
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Post by Mayze on May 12, 2015 23:36:21 GMT
As Mayze threw his fist forward, the half-human raised his hand and caught his fist. The impact from the strike could be heard within the immediate area. His eyebrows now knitted in concentration, Mayze threw a hook towards the half-human’s stomach, but the half-breed managed to raise his his right leg, deflecting the powerful attack. Not yet finished, Mayze continued with his onslaught. The half-human’s attention directed elsewhere, he never saw the Mayze’s right foot smash him in the head. The half-human flew away, a bit farther than Mayze had anticipated, but it wouldn’t matter.
Mayze’s gaze followed the half-breed as he backflipped across the ground. A sneer on his face, he continued to watch as the half-human flew forwards, a blue aura trailing behind him. The half-breed fired three ki blasts, all coming straight towards Mayze.
Easily deflecting them, Mayze sidestepped to the left as the young warrior failed at striking him in the stomach, “Pathetic,” he said, as he attempted to smash his right knee into the incoming half-breed’s, cheek. The attack was more than strong enough to stun someone like this half-breed. If the attack hit, the half-human would probably fall to the ground, stunned. If this was the case, Mayze would walk over to the stunned warrior, and would attempted to grab him by the throat, lifting him high into the air.
“You really think I came in here knowing I could win? You don’t seem to realize that the two of you together have a power level equal to mine. Perhaps you should use that to your advantage,” the Saiyan warrior said, applying pressure to the half-breeds neck.
Suddenly, his scouter beeped, detecting a disturbance behind him. Turning around, he saw a ball of fire running towards him. His eyes now widened in surprise, he attempted to throw the half-breed into the incoming ball of fire, deftly moving out of the way as he did so.
Of course, if he didn’t have the half-saiyan in his hand. He would simply dodge out of the way.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 13, 2015 4:59:24 GMT
Articho's eyes widened in shock as he missed his target. He was completely vulnerable and unable to defend himself, somethig Mayze took advantage of. He felt the Saiyan's knee connect with his jaw and his eyes squeezed shut in pain. The hybrid's body went limp and he fell to the ground, tumbling and rolling on the earth. He skidded to a stop in the dirt, stunned from the blow. His vision was blurry and cross eyed. He couldn't get his thoughts together as he struggling to a kneeling position. Articho shook his head to clear it up, but soon felt the tight grip of the Saiyan's hand wrap around his neck. The hybrid's fingers immediately flew to he man's wrists clawing and tugging to try and free himself. Nothin worked and he was stuck in the Mayze's ever tightening grip.
"Screw you," he muttered through strained breaths. "You call yourself a warrior? Where's your pride?" His breathing was coming out in strained puffs. A flash a light caught his eye and the half Saiyan looked up to see fire flying towards them. He glanced back down, seeing that Mayze caught it, too. Articho felt his body go into motion in the direction of the oncoming fire. The Saiyan planned to through him in the path of the attack and he could do nothing to stop it. Might as well try to bring Mayze with him.
Articho tightened his grip on the Saiyan's wrist and attempted to wrap his tail and legs around Mayze's neck to firmly tie himself to his opponent. If he was successful, the half Saiyan would attempt to fall down to the earth and land on his back to roll and push Mayze into the path of the attack. If he was unsuccessful, Articho would take the attack head on and have himself in a serious situation.
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