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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2015 5:24:26 GMT
He'd watch as Mayze an the other half breed struggled with on another. It was admirable but it looked like Articho was about to be thrown straight for the flame but was attempting to perhaps struggle and fight with Mayze during the throw. Wanting to take him with him or perhaps switch the tables around he couldn't tell though. He couldn't tell through fire and bright light in front of him. Either way he'd use the distraction as best he could to utilize the moment. Trying to move with what speed he could muster. He was not a weakling but Mayze was far superior. In power which was becoming clear rather fast. Jarvis would try and circle to the outside hoping some of the flame lights would keep him from being noticed to quickly as well as Articho's ploy. His tail tightening more so around his waist running quickly. He'd try to rush Mayze around from the side if possible.
His boots and feet working to keep him moving as fast as he could. Firing a few ki blasts three in number and simple as he quickly raised his left and right hands. The first from the left the second the right and ending with one from his left. Roaring out like a warrior as he'd try and lift off the ground in flight going straight for mayze desiring to smash into him. He wanted to tackle man down if possible and successful. To send a few fists into his smug jaw to injure his pride more then the body. It was already getting clear the body was tough. But perhaps he could try and go for the mans pride which would likely be far worse a injury.
He'd hoped Articho could keep the main distracted or held long enough for this to work. But if it failed it'd likely just end them both in hot water and opened up. This wasn't going well and he already wasn't sure on many ways to continue. His blue hues would continue to burn with bright anger and battle lust as the time clicked on. Each second more fire and blasts flying about. He could almost feel that saiyan blood he disliked boiling in his veins.
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Post by Mayze on May 14, 2015 4:56:18 GMT
Seeing the half-human fly in front of him, Mayze simply sneered as he slammed his knee into the chin of the half-breed. To easy, he thought. The half-human fell to the floor, possibly unconscious, but more than likely just stunned. It would take a stronger blow than that to knock out someone with Saiyan blood coursing through their veins.
He watched as the half-saiyan slowly rose into a kneeling position, obviously concussed from the blow. Though, in that moment, Mayze felt a grudging sense respect towards the half-saiyan. The boy definitely had some fire in him.
Grunting in contempt, Mayze walked over, and grabbed the stunned half-saiyan by the neck, giving a piercing glare into his unfocused eyes. He was about to tell the half-breed he fought well, but he was interrupted by his scouter beeping, showing an arrow to the side of him. Swiftly he turned, his sneer turning into a frown. His eyes widened, and he swiftly threw half-saiyan towards the blast, hoping that he would take the brunt of the blast.
Alas, it was not meant to be. The half-saiyan, seemingly recovered, tightened his grip on Mayze’s wrist. Mayze simply snorted in contempt, and threw the half-breed’s hand off with ease. He was about to throw the half-saiyan again, when the hybrid attempted to wrap his tail around Mayze’s neck. Thinking quickly, Mayze deftly dodged to the left, narrowly avoiding the tail, and putting him on the edge of the incoming blast. With a growl, he threw himself forward, aiming a fist for the hybrid’s right cheek, and a kick towards the soft gut.
He was about to continue his onslaught, when his scouter detected another power level coming from behind him. Frowning, Mayze positioned himself so he could see Jarvis, and the half-human, allowing him to spend his attention on them both.
Seeing three or so ki blasts be shot at him, he shifted into a defensive position, keeping his attention on the two beings as well the blasts. The ki blasts now near him, he shot a ki blast in order to distract the half-saiyan. Hoping the half-human was distracted, he deflected the ki blasts, not watching them as they traveled, and blew up parts of the ceiling.
Quickly, he switched his attention back to the two hybrids. Seeing Jarvis charge at him, he focused a bit more on him. Seeing that the half-brenchain was charging at him, Mayze rolled to his left, narrowly avoiding the incoming tackle. Quickly standing up, he saw Jarvis charging towards him, fist pulled back to strike to strike Mayze’s cheek. Narrowing his eyes, Mayze swung his head left, dodging the attack. Still on the offensive, his blue haired opponent swung a second time, and this time Mayze made no attempt to dodge. Instead, he grabbed the incoming fist. Attempting to keep a grip on it, he squeezed it, and with all his strength, attempted to throw Jarvis into the now extremely close blast. Mayze then would swiftly dodge out of the way of the incoming blast, or if not able, would simply cross his arms and attempt to block it.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 15, 2015 4:07:23 GMT
Articho grunted as Mayze's fist connected with his cheek. His stamina was beginning to wear thin. The hybrid wasn't sure how much more of a beat down he could take before he gave out. He slammed into the floor again and, as he struggled to rise to his feet, felt the Saiyan's foot connect with his stomach. Articho coughed out another gob of blood as the force pitched him away from the earth and directly into and through a wall. His back connected and broke through the brick, causing a few to come crashing down on him. He tumbled and rolled across the ground before finally skidding to a stop. He lay there for a few moments before slowly picking himself up. He looked back towards the sounds of battle in the building, a small stream of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth. He could leave Jarvis to deal with his drunken fighting alone easily at this point. But it wasn't the time. It was his turn to hang back from the fight for a minute and launch his own attack.
"Impact..." he said quietly, extending and crossing his hands in front of him. A green ball of ki appeared in his hands as he began charging his attack. He could only hope he'd be left alone long enough to gather enough strength into the attack to deal some serious damage against the much stronger Mayze.
(Impact Drill Charging 66%)
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 9:18:00 GMT
It was a bitter taste and feeling to watch attacks fail in vain again and again. Almost never even close to hitting the target. He'd thrust his fist as well at the end feeling it caught and grip in a twist that made his face contort in pain. He'd grimace and lightly scowl feeling the bones and nerves in his hand flare with pain. "Gah! God damn he's just so fast..." He'd could hardly resist when he was thrown into the blast like a paper bag the light explosion of ki rocking him and sending him off to the side a bit in a explosion of energy. He'd collide with a table destroying it in a splintery explosion of wood and glass shards from the bottles and nearby drinking glasses.
He'd feel a sore feeling in his body as well as his pride bruising and injured immensely. Each time this man struck him it was like a freight train. This warrior was far outclassing him and it was becoming more evidently clear there was little he could do. Again he was bellow another warrior and likely without even a bit of respect to be gained. Trampled on by those who saw themselves above him and he was always unable to even claw out a bit of his own path or respect. It was a sensation worse then death in this moment.
He'd rise to his feet slowly his head pounding almost as hard as his heart was at this point. Breath heavy expelling slow exasperated breaths. His legs lightly wobbling as he looked towards Mayze paying Articho little mind. There was a small stream of blood flowing from his brow down his cheek. Likely from a cut on his scalp under his blue hair somewhere. He paid articho little mind for at the moment he was feeling a fading sense of any chance at this. "Saiyans... This is something of power worth looking into. Almost makes me wonder of Vegeta that strange planet." Thinking about the land of his father. Perhaps one day seeing the planet with his own eyes as his own feet walked its soil.
"Heh... Is it the saiyan in me that makes me even now want to attack you...." Speaking as he took in heavy breaths gathering up his energy looking for a second wind. He'd never been raised around many saiyans only knowing a few in his life so far. He was raised differently one a different planet with different cultures and a much different society. Mayze was what saiyans were he knew that. Warriors in the good and the bad of the word. An just like many of his brenchian species likely saw him as just another Mut with the blood of the other hated species. It burned at his gut being looked down on and having little he could do about it. Weakly standing to face Mayze in a fighting stand crouching low to the ground blood on his face. A little taste of it in his mouth too. But not yet attacking as he was still feeling the sore sensation coaxing through his body. Mayze was a saiyan as was part of him. It wasn't easy to just stop fighting even if the battle was lost. Although he doubted he'd get any kind of warrior like respect from this Elite. Jarvis was still just a pup in saiyan ways a warrior yes but not the same kind as a Saiyan elite. He needed more power to face such a thing.
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Post by Mayze on May 16, 2015 16:06:55 GMT
With a loud grunt, Mayze’s fist slammed into the half-human’s soft cheek. His opponent slammed into the floor hard, causing small cracks to form in the expensive tile of the bar. He waited till the half-breed had risen to his feet before attacking once more. This time, he kicked the half-breed hard in the stomach, sending his opponent flying, and causing him to cough up blood. The half-human slammed into the wall of the building, going through it. He was tempted to make sure he had finished the job, but he had more pressing matters to deal with Jarvis.
As Jarvis’ threw a fist, Mayze grabbed it and squeezed it, With a mighty roar, he threw the half-saiyan behind his shoulder, into the incoming blast. Jarvis, unable to stop himself, was caught in the blast and thrown into the table, breaking it.
He crossed his arms as the half-brenchian rose to his feet. Jarvis was in bad shape, he appeared to be wobbling, trying hard to even stand. The half-saiyan also had blood flowing down his forehead, caused from a small cut. If Jarvis suffered another beating, he would probably not get up for a long while.
Sneering in contempt, Mayze charged Jarvis once again, all thoughts on his other opponent forgotten. Flying through the air, he attempted to slam his elbow into Jarvis cheek, hopefully stunning him. But, even if the attack was blocked or dodged, Mayze would follow with a right knee aimed for the gut. With a roar, he would follow with a two jabs aimed for the stomach, and a hard right hook towards the face.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 16, 2015 16:54:40 GMT
Articho winced as he heard Jarvis getting beaten in the nearly destroyed bar. It wasn't looking good for either of them, so his only choice was to keep charging his beam. It might be just enough to do damage to Mayze. Maybe not defeat him, but hurt him enough that he has to retreat. Articho kept pouring energy into the attack, feeling it grow stronger and more powerful with every second. "Just a little bit longer, Jarvis," he whispered. "Keep him busy for a little bit longer."
(Impact Drill 132% Charging)
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 0:11:45 GMT
He'd do his best to keep his feet strong and planted. Anything to quick wouldn't work as dazed as he was so he had to go for force. What little he had in comparison. His eyes blinked as fast as the man was made it all go by so quickly. A gasp and deep breath exhaled as two gloved hands raised just barely able to hold back as a elbow smashed into his palm shoving the hand and the one behind it to reinforce it back. Jarvis skidding a few inches back on the hard wood floor that now smelt of musk and smoke.
A right knee immediately rushed up Jarvis still recovering from the first blow to intervene with it as he slammed into his gut roughly and sharp like a powering slam. Hunching the boy over as he'd spit out a bit of saliva and air in a exasperated gasp. His blue eyes losing a bit of focus. His heart pounding and his breathing in overtime as he breathed in a erratic pattern trying to draw in air quickly to get his body moving again. He'd take in a deep breath as two jabs collided with his stomach as he tried to harden himself grunting out with pain his feet inching back from the sliding of the pressure pressing into his body. Each time a bit of his held breath slipping free. He'd gather his energy as much of the weakening pool he had focusing it into his palm. As he roared back. the bit of saliva he'd lost last with air however was trailing blood now as he dribbled down his lip from the inside of his mouth not just from his forehead. When he opened his mouth to roar his white teeth were red as was the pale pink color of his inner mouth. The damaged boy rammed forward at mayze forming a blade around his forearm smash his neck as he lunged forward trying to slam his fist hand with the energy blade first into mayze's ribs. Trying to hook something in in a attempt too stab something in the man would feel. The move followed if it hit by Jarvis's body slamming into it as well likely making it worse if it had worked.
It was a weakened attempt hoping that in the range and attempting to go forward into the attack would give him the opening he'd need to harm such a opponent. His eyes were dazed now as well worse so from the punch he'd cut short it still hit his neck from the inner arm as he shoved forward and it send pain down his spine. His head was spinning his vision couldn't focus. He wouldn't have much left if this final little sneak in failed him as well. For now the blue blood dripping warrior would just have to hope he had his chance. Or that it was worth for the pain his body was already writhing over. [Blue Slashers [N1] 33% 4,900 power level]
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Post by Mayze on May 17, 2015 5:41:08 GMT
As Mayze rushed forward, slamming his elbow towards Jarvis’ cheek, the half-brenchian managed to raise both his hands, and stop the devastating blow. Mayze could hear the impact, and he saw Jarvis skid back on the smoking wooden floor. Mayze narrowed his eyes, determination in his eyes. Not holding back, he slammed his right knee into Jarvis soft stomach. The half-saiyan’s eyes seemed to glaze over, and he doubled over, the air knocked out of him as he spit out saliva. Somehow, the half-breed breathed even more erratically than before, the blow obviously taking a heavy toll on him. Evilly grinning, Mayze threw a jab into Jarvis’ already weakened stomach, causing the half-breed to gasp out a bit. Not stopping, Mayze slammed another fist into Jarvis’ stomach, causing him to gasp out again.
Sneering in contempt, thinking he had won, he nearly threw a right hook into the half-breeds face, intending to send him flying back, unconsious. Instead, his scouter started to rapidly beat, detecting a sizable power level behind him. Distracted, he turned his attention off of Jarvis’, and looked behind his shoulder. Seeing nothing, he turned back to Jarvis. Mayze’s puzzled expression turned to one of surprise when he saw Jarvis’ right up into his face, roaring loudly. His eyes darted around, stopping when it saw a blue blade warped around the half-breeds forearm that was swinging towards Mayze’s ribs. Caught off guard, Mayze could do nothing as the blade struck the left breastplate of his armor. The blade went through, and cut into Mayze’s flesh. The blade slipped by a rib, and nearly penetrated into his right lung, but it stopped right before it did.
Mayze clenched his jaw, stopping himself from yelling out in pain. He wouldn’t show weakness to the weakling in front of him. Instead, he grabbed Jarvis’ hand, and slowly pulled the blade out, wincing as he did so. When the blade finally slide out, Mayze silently groaned. A hole could now be seen in the pitch black Saiyan Armor.
Now enraged, Mayze aimed a right haymaker towards Jarvis’ face. He followed with a strong right kick to the side, and a jab aimed for the stomach. Not stopping, he attempted to slam his right fist into Jarvis’ cheek, hoping to stun him. Roaring out, he followed with a left uppercut aimed for Jarvi’s lower cheek. He intended to send the half-breed flying with that strike.
OOC: I think I may have god modded with the Pulling out the blade part, but I added it mostly for flavor. It may be Godmod, or it may not. Just took a liberty there.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 17, 2015 6:01:44 GMT
Articho heard the battle wage on in the bar, silently thanking whatever deity was in the sky that Mayze had yet to notice him charging his attack. The build up of energy was getting quite massive and beginning to rival the Saiyan's strength. If he could just keep charging it a little bit longer and Jarvis kept Mayze busy for a little bit more time without dying or getting knocked out. The battle was coming down to the wire and the odds were quickly shifting into neutral territory. All Articho needed was a few more seconds and his attack would be strong enough.
"Just hang on, Jarvis," he whispered again.
(Impact Drill Charging 198%)
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2015 10:46:53 GMT
It was somewhat of a rewarding feeling to plunge his energy blade inside Mayze for a successful strike. Cracked armor and a light scent of blood in the air. He'd wanted bad to push against this warrior and now to some extend he had. But he'd also angered the warrior within the Saiyan even further. He'd growl breathing heavily and snarling close to Mayze not able to do much to avoid what was coming. The undoubted anger or attack he'd face. Being right of course when he felt the hay maker throw him into a daze further. He'd be short of breath nearly gasping raising his arm to his side taking the kick into his arm rather then his sword. But it still caused him to stumble to his side. It was getting hard to keep on his feet when blocking blows. His arm felt as if it were bruising from the kick and his limbs were growing stiff. Harder to move the more damage he took.
It was fast as well when he had the fist hit him in the stomach again. His muscle toned stomach couldn't take much more as he could feel his insides bruising further this one actually causing a huge mouthful of blood to expel from his mouth forward likely on Mayze given how close they were. The sound and wheeze he made made it sound as if all air flooded out of his body. His eyes were very unfocused. But with what he had left he barely managed to catch the incoming fist weakly as he slowed the fist to stop it from catching his cheek. His fist gripping it not letting go. Not even sure if he was able to at the moment hanging into it as much as he pushed it away. His breaths slow and so heavy almost as if he were drowning. But as glazed over as his eyes were at the moment he couldn't even see that another blow was coming. Feeling a fist collide into his lower cheek in the uppercut. His body lifting from the ground momentarily shooting towards the air.
The blow was a strange sensation it collided into the lower cheek and chin. A warm sensation went over his body as if everything just relaxed. His eyes went from glazed to lazy and unresponsive as in a daze or waking for a nap that was deep and in dream. There was little resistance when he flew up and back lightly. Landing on his back on some of the destroyed table rubble with a loud thud. Making no sounds as he did of pain or reaction. His voice silent. He didn't move and his jaw hung lightly open. Blood still dripping from his brow as well his forehead and hair lightly stained with it and crimson. His lower jaw had blood leaking out from the side of his mouth and was lightly covered from smearing blood from some internal injury. His eyes stared glazed off into the distance half open and unblinking. He'd been knocked out for the moment. Laying as if dead giving little indication he was even still alive besides his slowly rising chest form air and weak breathing. His finger tips twitched as he laid there he'd likely regain his senses in a few moments. His tail laying weakly unfurled next to his side.
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Post by Mayze on May 18, 2015 3:29:24 GMT
The open wound on his chest stung as he swung his right fist towards Jarvis’ face. The attack struck, dazing the already heavily injured half-breed. Not stopping, Mayze struck out with his right leg towards the size. But, it seemed the half-breed had a bit of fight left in him, as he barely managed to raise his arm in time, stopping Mayze’s kick. The half-breed stumbled a bit from the impact, but Mayze was still dissatisfied that his attack hadn’t hit struck Jarvis.
Despite the failure, he continued on. A look of pure concentration his face, he successfully slammed his fist into Jarvis’ stomach. The half-breed, who had already suffered major damage to his stomach, retched up blood. It landed on Mayze, drenching his armor and arm. A smirk on his face, he glanced into Jarvis’ eyes, noting that they were unfocused, and seemed to be glazing over. With another roar, he threw a right hook aimed towards Jarvis’ face. But, to his surprise, the half-breed managed to raise an arm, and barely catch the fist. Apparently, the half-breed had more fight in him than Mayze had originally anticipated. That, or the alcohol was somehow helping the half-breed. Perhaps it dulled the pain? Either way, Mayze still admired Jarvis’ will to fight on. The half-breed definitely had a lot of Saiyan blood in him.
Despite his admiration, Mayze continued his onslaught, intending to finally end the battle. With a roar, Mayze slammed his fist under Jarvis’ chin in an uppercut attack. The attack sent Jarvis’ flying up into the air, and backwards slightly. Noting that the half-breed made no resistance to stop his movement, Mayze did not pursue him. Instead, he watched as his opponent landed onto an already destroyed table, a loud noise resulting from the impact.
Breathing lightly, Mayze suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as the adrenaline had finally worn off. Grimacing in pain, he walked over to Jarvis’ body, intent on making sure he was knocked out. Glancing down at the body, he noted that Jarvis’ was unconscious, the slight dip and rise of the chest indicating that he wasn’t dead. Mayze frowned when he noticed Jarvis’ fingertips twitch a bit. Intent on making sure the half-breed stayed unconscious, Mayze was about to kick the half-breed hard in the head. Instead, his scouter started beeping once more, detecting either a large power level near his own, or the more likely scenario, a charged up attack.
His eyes narrowed, and he muttered, “For fucks sake, can’t you both just stay down!” he yelled out the last few words, annoyed that he had to deal with another pest. He quickly glanced back towards Jarvis. Deciding that the half-breed wasn’t a threat, he turned back towards the half-human’s charging attack.
The only thing he could see, was a bright green light illuminating the half-human. His adrenaline kicking in, he stopped feeling chest from his pain, and started to breath louder. He popped his knuckles, and yelled, “Is that all you got weakling! You’re going to need a stronger attack than that to take me out!”
With his words spoken, he extended both arms. He gathered ki in between his palms. The ki, ebon in color, started to become very unstable as black lightning started to gather around the charging energy. Wind somehow began to whip around in the building.
A glint in his eye, he yelled, “Two can play at this game weakling! I hope you are ready to join the afterlife!”
[Charging Ultimate Shadow] [Current charge 100% >200%] [Potential damage 34,870]
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 3:41:47 GMT
Articho's eyes narrowed as he watched Mayze stand in the hole in the building. He could feel Jarvis' energy at a low point and knew that his ally had been knocked out. The hybrid's heart hammered in his chest as the Saiyan shouted at him. "Fuck you!" he roared back. "Some elite you are if two half breeds can give you such a run for your money!" Articho was talking tough on the outside, but on the inside, he was terrified. His power was easily dwarfed by the Saiyan's and Articho could feel the energy build up in Mayze's attack already equaling his own attack that he'd been charging for who knows how long. The half-human silently prayed and called out to Jarvis for him to get back up. He needed a miracle and the chances of one happening were slim.
Articho spat out another gob of blood as he glared at Mayze. "The only way I'm going to the afterlife is if I'm there seeing you get pitched down to hell!"
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Post by Mayze on May 18, 2015 3:44:55 GMT
OOC: I;m still in the buildin Reville. I can just see the light from your attack throught the whole you made.
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 3:55:22 GMT
OoC: My bad. I'll fix it.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 4:02:04 GMT
His body was hot and felt heavy as it could be. Bruised and battered on the outside and internally. His eyes would open after a matter of moments breathing heavily half dazed. Each breath hurt for him to exhale his lungs a little bruised. He felt stiff as a board and each movement was like his muscles were turning into rubber. His vision was doubled and hazy but he could see the warriors still on their feet. They were charging attacks at each other the light was almost blinding as he watched on. It was going to be bad when this thing went off. He growled in such a weak breath it was silent nearly. He couldn't bring up enough energy for some ki but he could move. Barely but he could move. This saiyan elite could likely generate much greater power fast then either of them could manage. Articho had been working on something for a while now though. So he had some shot Jarvis didn't have the time to prepare. Nor the energy now.
He had not enough ki or power to push out another ki attack. But he had a bit left in him to move. As blurry as everything was he could make out enough of his enemy close by to try for one more attack. At least perhaps making the man waver in his defense measures at the other half breed. A exertion grunt would be heard as Jarvis would rise to his a knee and heel. Trying to ramm his body as hard as he could into Mayze. Knowing his frail weight wouldn't do much. The real goal was from his finger tips and hand worming towards the man. Trying to locate the hole in the armor. He wanted Mayze to launch his attack prematurely and leave himself open. To deal with the threat here and now. Jarvis's eyes would be blurring and his body tensing to a point it felt as though he could collapse any moment. His focus mainly on the rush at Mayze attempting to tackle. Then attempting to find the wound and drive his hand past the armor and dig his fingers or possibly his hand in as far as he could. Clawing and tearing like a wild animal at his prey. His breath heavy and likely hot upon Mayze. The saiyan moving purely on instinct and adrenaline. The last of energy about to burn out. As me tried this last ditch effort in his half awoken state. If he was successful he'd not stop pushing in and clawing as much as he could till he was either forced off or dodged altogether. Only gasps being made instead of words.
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