Post by Vi-Poi on Jul 10, 2015 19:43:51 GMT
(To greatly speed things up, this thread is for the people fighting (charging attacks, actually attacking) people ONLY. Spectators, continue to post in the main DE, but be aware, you might still be targeted by anyone)
Vi-Poi raised an eyebrow at Zexama’s questioning about BBA. “BBA? What’s that? Some kind of financial annuity?” He asked with an air of disinterest, watching the ice-haired Brench-Saiyan fool hurtle past Komoto before lancing towards him. He threw his arms and legs wide and let the hybrid Brenchian collide his fist into his abdomen, grinning wildly as the force of the impact sang against his internal circuits, laughing along with his attacker. When the uppercut connected with his mouth, he spun upward and back from the momentum, flipping from the blow. He halted his progression after a few meters, a burst of kiai pausing him in midair whilst he hovered above the blue battler. A small trickle of neon green repair gel bled from the corner of his mouth, and he licked it with a swipe of his tongue. “Tangy!” He announced before flourishing one arm dramatically, his bare limb detaching just below the elbow and hinging back as his dark ki conduit extended into a barrel that gleamed dully in the broad daylight.
“You know, little ice monkey, I think I’m above you right now. Woops.” He leveled his arm forward quickly and let out a stream of ki bullets in Jarvis’s direction, intending to tear him into pieces and send him to Other World. “I hope you find some good listeners in Hell to deliver your speeches to!” He cackled, spraying the bullets in a tight lance, his mismatched eyes wide and fierce, wanting to see the ingrate’s blood burst in all directions.
If Jarvis somehow dodged the attack, he’d fly forward with a series of punishing kicks, great fanning roundhouses and jabbing heels intended to shatter his skull and break every bone in his body.
He was aware of Bing charging a rather large amount of energy, and felt annoyed that Komoto presumed to fight prey that rightfully belonged to Vi-Poi. Who did the Majin think he was? Such arrogance would be painfully corrected!
When some mad thoughts wavered on the edges of his frayed protocols, attempting to gain access, the Realigner Virus greedily pulled them to pieces and brought them into its mainframe, sending hosts of nightmares and regrets against the Poi-that-was who still hid, wounded along the deepest roads of the android’s circuitry. The Virus didn’t know if it’d find the boy, but it would entertain nonetheless. Vi-Poi laughed maniacally, the scenery flickering to childhood ghouls, to garish goblins, before wavering back towards reality. “Who’s trying to scare me?” He snarled, his eyes finding the Arcosian. “It might work better the other way around.”
He shot a disdainful look at the super hero continuing to boast and briefly considered killing the Bao-mart dye job, but his attention was pulled back to Bing. Though mad, Vi-Poi was no fool. The only serious threat here would have to be stepped on next.
A fierce mood was settling into the pit of his stomach.
A lot of killing needed done.
(Killer Machine Gun [N1] used @jarvis, 1,809,370 PL headed his way, intended to kill)
Vi-Poi raised an eyebrow at Zexama’s questioning about BBA. “BBA? What’s that? Some kind of financial annuity?” He asked with an air of disinterest, watching the ice-haired Brench-Saiyan fool hurtle past Komoto before lancing towards him. He threw his arms and legs wide and let the hybrid Brenchian collide his fist into his abdomen, grinning wildly as the force of the impact sang against his internal circuits, laughing along with his attacker. When the uppercut connected with his mouth, he spun upward and back from the momentum, flipping from the blow. He halted his progression after a few meters, a burst of kiai pausing him in midair whilst he hovered above the blue battler. A small trickle of neon green repair gel bled from the corner of his mouth, and he licked it with a swipe of his tongue. “Tangy!” He announced before flourishing one arm dramatically, his bare limb detaching just below the elbow and hinging back as his dark ki conduit extended into a barrel that gleamed dully in the broad daylight.
“You know, little ice monkey, I think I’m above you right now. Woops.” He leveled his arm forward quickly and let out a stream of ki bullets in Jarvis’s direction, intending to tear him into pieces and send him to Other World. “I hope you find some good listeners in Hell to deliver your speeches to!” He cackled, spraying the bullets in a tight lance, his mismatched eyes wide and fierce, wanting to see the ingrate’s blood burst in all directions.
If Jarvis somehow dodged the attack, he’d fly forward with a series of punishing kicks, great fanning roundhouses and jabbing heels intended to shatter his skull and break every bone in his body.
He was aware of Bing charging a rather large amount of energy, and felt annoyed that Komoto presumed to fight prey that rightfully belonged to Vi-Poi. Who did the Majin think he was? Such arrogance would be painfully corrected!
When some mad thoughts wavered on the edges of his frayed protocols, attempting to gain access, the Realigner Virus greedily pulled them to pieces and brought them into its mainframe, sending hosts of nightmares and regrets against the Poi-that-was who still hid, wounded along the deepest roads of the android’s circuitry. The Virus didn’t know if it’d find the boy, but it would entertain nonetheless. Vi-Poi laughed maniacally, the scenery flickering to childhood ghouls, to garish goblins, before wavering back towards reality. “Who’s trying to scare me?” He snarled, his eyes finding the Arcosian. “It might work better the other way around.”
He shot a disdainful look at the super hero continuing to boast and briefly considered killing the Bao-mart dye job, but his attention was pulled back to Bing. Though mad, Vi-Poi was no fool. The only serious threat here would have to be stepped on next.
A fierce mood was settling into the pit of his stomach.
A lot of killing needed done.
(Killer Machine Gun [N1] used @jarvis, 1,809,370 PL headed his way, intended to kill)