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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 7:35:08 GMT
Articho watched Jarvis flip over him and fly high into the air. Not before launching his fire ball, of course. The ball of flaming energy descended towards him and he stared daggers at the blast. He could see threw the fire that Jarvis was curled up into a ball, too small to hit from where he stood. He returned his attention to the fire ball. The energy level it held was weaker than he was and he had a thought of what to do. The hybrid slowly raised his free hand and caught the ki attack. He could feel the force of it pressing against his hand and he was certain he would have a burn on his hand when this was over. But this wasn't over, meaning it wasn't important. With a roar, Articho pushed back against the attack and sent it flying back up towards its sender. The hybrid quickly followed after it, feeling the power of his own attack growing. He used the fire attack as cover for the ki blasts Jarvis sent out. When he felt he and the ball of fire had come close enough to the other hybrid, Articho flew over it and behind Jarvis, who was stupidly still curled up in his ball. Articho smirked. His opponent was caught between a fire ball and himself. He raised his hand with the ball of green ki in it. "Say goodnight," he said quietly and coldly before shouting, "Impact Drill!"
The green, spiraling ki beam shot from Articho's outstretched hand, too large to dodge at this point. The hybrid grinned malevolently as the beam began to reach its target.
(Impact Drill Charged and Launched 198%, 32, 945 PL)
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 7:44:56 GMT
Jarvis's flew up quickly avoiding his fire at least with a smack of his forearm weakened as it was being sent back. His own ki would not harm him that easily. But felt a impact coming from the drill readily reacting a second flambe blast sending it towards Articho The fire would slow the blast but the energy would still explode towards Jarvis. Flew back from the explosion of ki between them the effect blaring out at him though as he jetted back his body opening from head to toe with cuts as he crossed his arms over his front. Flying back hundred of yards and quick. His body feeling so much pressure cuts turned to gouges as his body began to bleed all over. He'd manage to stop himself after so long his eyes lightly shaken and his body wobbling his chest and arms dripping with blood from open wounds but he managed to fly but losing hieght fast. Keeping able to at least fly over the ring as he kept about twenty or so feet in the air. He was fighting for breath as if a second wind wondering if his foe would give him a chance to breathe before continuing.
"What was that...What did... you do..." Spitting out a mouth full of blood clearly angry. His body felt like it had been hit with a train or a oncoming plane. He needed a second trying to gather a breath for the moment.
[Breath of Fire: 6,600 to 32,900 rounded to hundred I believe. Jarvis hit 26,900] (ooc: I believe just as Wyntre had to watch her attacks we can't exceed the limit man >.> I think thats a DQ from the reward. The fight doesn't end but that was what was up for winter or going past pl in pl or attacks)
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 7:54:46 GMT
(We'll have to see what Pipa says cause he ok'ed Wyntre's technique)
Articho stared coldly down at Jarvis for a few seconds. His attack had gone better than well and it was time to finish this. "It was my drill," he replied simply before flying quickly down to the weakened hybrid. Articho begant to unload into a furious combination of punches and kicks, trying to beat Jarvis down towards the arena. Absolute rage was alight in his eyes. He aimed his punches and kicks towards his opponent's head, chest, legs, arms, anything within reach to deal as much damage as possible to the man. After a few moments of that, the hybrid attempted to grab the man's throat and throw him towards the outside of the arena with Articho hot on his heels should he tumble through the air. If Jarvis stopped himself mid flight, the hybrid would be right there to smash him to the ground outside of the arena before the man could hope to react.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2015 8:16:51 GMT
It was a rapid assault Jarvis crossing his arms and taking various attacks kicks punches his arms curled to cover the blows. He'd been careless and that blast worked over him too much. His blood loss and body were in massive pain. Minor injuries but in huge quantity. Jarvis kept his neck from being grabbed but was thrown to the ground. His feet touching down but his eyes glazed over as he was half awake half out of it. Walking towards the Arena slowly his body dripping blood from several wounds from his chest arms and face. His heavy heart beating as he pressured to move to the ring. Blood spilling out coating him in crimson. His skin that was still visible looking as snow. He was losing too much blood as he climbed in the Arena. Staring down Articho. Each foot step leaving blood shaped foot prints behind. Before making it within a few feet only to fall forward. His smoking body beat red and blood crimson covering him.
He was out and in bad shape needing some form of medical treatment to keep him stable until natural saiyan healing could take place. The tough body could take more then most races but it did need some help to stabilize sometimes. He'd have some respect for the man. More so a warrior it was easier to enjoy somewhat a man who was not pure saiyan as well. He struggled to breathe for the moment but remained still rolling on his back as a unawoken reaction. Eyes open but clearly he was not awake. They weren't focused and his pupils were dilated. The arena quickly stained with blood of a warrior. A proper birthing to a repaired arena.
A few humans rushed in the Arena after it was over and began cleaning the blood and mending wounds. Bandages quickly added but cleaning the most important bit. Human medicine was good it seemed. It was a warm sensation he'd have refused if not for the fact he was unable to refuse at this time.
[last post, possible thread end]
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Post by Articho Reville on May 18, 2015 8:25:14 GMT
Articho slowly floated down, his shoes clacking against the stone floor of the arena. He watched Jarvis crawl back in, his state still cold and hard as the adrenaline of battle faded away. He suddenly felt very tired and wobbled a bit where he stood as he blinked and cleared his eyes. Jarvis was now being wheeled away by medics. The hybrid looked around at the arena. Blood was everywhere. He suddenly felt a little sick at the prospect that he had done that. His human side had taken a back seat to the ride and he fought completely and wholly Saiyan like. Articho collapsed to his knees as his wounds began to take an effect on him. He watched as more medics surrounded him and he simply stared blankly at them before falling to his side and slipping into unconsciousness.
He awoke a few hours later with in a hospital bed and feeling sore all over. His mother sat close by and as soon as he was awake, she began to yell at him. Yeah. This could go on for a while.
[Last post, end thread]
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Post by Pah'mazhan on May 21, 2015 18:51:32 GMT
Good job, guys! Jarvis, your word count was 3283 and you will be rewarded with 4354 Power level! Reville, your word count was 2291 and you will be rewarded with 3077 Power level! Good fight Hyoza
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