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Post by Wyntre Cold on Sept 13, 2015 11:22:27 GMT
Two tasks out of three had been completed, that left only one.
The tangible, corporeal arcosian stood upon a hill of hellish stone, holding up a small vial of the demon Froghead's blood, just in case proof of her victory was required. The Empress put her index finger and thumb in her mouth as she whistled for the Prince. After all, how else was she going to summon him? If there was another way, she was sure she wouldn't know the incantations, nor would she have the ingredients (whatever they may be).
"Prince Beelzebub of Hell, I have completed all of your tasks but one! I have summoned you to purchase one of your gi!"
[Unless I get less than 5% quality in my most recent training thread, I have enough shoki for a gi :3]
@beelzebub
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Post by Beelzebub on Sept 23, 2015 4:13:52 GMT
A detached and spooky voice demands, "You dare summon the Prince of Darkness in such an abrupt fashion?! I will crush your soul like an insect!!!"
"Just kidding!" Beelzebub says, popping his head from the ground before pulling the rest of his body along with it. "You wouldn't believe the depths I had to go to get this! And no commenting on the smell. The last guy wasn't exactly hygienic, okay? Once you put that on, you're ready to start your training."
He rubs his hands together then makes a flexing motion before clapping. A burly looking green-skinned demon suddenly appeared from the air, peering about in confusion. "Before I teach you the super-secret move, I wanna see how you do against this guy." Beezlebub folded his legs into the air, waiting patiently for Wyntre to don the shadowy attire.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Oct 8, 2015 20:20:16 GMT
((Could you describe the gi further, please?))
Wyntre jumped back in a defensive position, not ready for the spooky phonation, two arms, a leg and a tail defending her from what could have been a threat. It wasn't. The Arcosian caught the dark gi but dropped it immediately as soon as her nose got a whiff. Putrid! Wyntre ducked for cover and jumped away, almost as if the gi was an explosive device. I always knew something like this would happen. Retrieving a device from a pocket, Wyntre stood up, shaking the bottle as if it contained spray-paint, and attacked the gi from a distance... With heavy-duty disinfectant and perfume. It likely would not be effective, but Wyntre abhorred repugnant things to a very extreme degree: blood, saliva, smelly stray socks, incorrect 'your/you're' usage, Zucceta and other smelly pieces of clothing. Cleanliness was of the highest caliber, just alongside order, cats, the rules of chess, a fine wine and logic itself.
"Don't you have a washing machine?"
Not willing to wait for the canister to divulge its contents, the Arcosian broke the canister like a kit-kat bar and let the perfume, enough to have a strong scent every day for a few months, fall straight onto the gi, leaving it both soaking wet and odorous in a 'too much of a good thing makes you flee'-kind-of-way.
"Who was this last guy anyway? Why is he no longer wearing the gi? Why hasn't he ever heard of a shower?"
Deeming the gi no longer contaminated, she kicked it up to her catching hands as she tried to remove as much liquid as she could from the dark gi as a purple-tinted liquid dripped down to the floor, gaining an odd mud-like viscosity as it reacted with the ground. This happened at around the same time that the muscly figure with skin of green, the demon, had appeared. Simply sliding on the gi, she was pleasantly surprised to find that it took on a completely new odor.
"Must I? Oh, very well. You, green demon, what is your name?" queried Wyntre politely, facing the demon, as her scouter tried to retrieve its Power Level.
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Post by Beelzebub on Oct 14, 2015 9:00:34 GMT
Beelzebub had a look of disgust at the odd smell that permeated the air. Whatever it was, it smelled too nice. Now, Beez wasn't exactly a slob, but he didn't like things smelling too frilly, either! He pointed at the Empress, covering his nose as best he could with his cape. "Ugh! You somehow made it worse! I'm starting to regret taking you on as my student..." Beelzebub simply shrugged at Wyntre's question, responding in a somewhat aloof tone of voice "It's been so long since somebody wore it I can't really remember... Let's just say he didn't do as well as you did!"
The demon cleared his throat, addressing the bulky demon next who had landed on the ground. "This here is Grugg! He doesn't talk much, be he's gonna test your skills as a fighter, isn't that right Grugg?" The bulky green monster grunted, seemingly a form of agreement. Grugg punched his large fists together, shaking the ground heavily.
"I hope I chose the right gal, because if you lose I'll be pretty pissed!"
If Wyntre were to check her Scouter, Grugg's Power Level would clock in at about 2 Million. A near-perfect match for her True Form! The burly demon growled as he ran forwards, his fist reeled back as he prepared to strike the proud Empress!
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Oct 15, 2015 12:53:50 GMT
((Likely riddled with errors, written and not checked on a phone))
"If I made such a horrible thing worse, wouldn't that be an achievement? Fine, I'll get rid of it."
After all, while the perfume was lovely if you had a little breeze every day, the entire canister had been opened and too much of a good thing displeases demon princes. Wyntre knew just the way to remove it. Not moving anything but her tail, the fifth limb's tip was placed in the smelly puddle as the tail tip released a ki attack worth 0.2PL which then ignited the puddle within an instant giving almost no clue as to what had done so, especially with the red wall of flame that surrounded the Arcosian for a number of seconds before burning up. It was surprising how little could do so much. The overly-potent scent was now much, much less overpowering and mixed in with the gentle scent of a giant flaming wall of death and smoke. It's far better than the original scent, at least.
"Thanks?"
the bodied being looked over to the grunting demon who she now knew was named 'Grugg' before said demon punched two large fists together, creating shockwaves. This alone gave Wyntre two theories: firstly, Grugg was an impossibly powerful foe that can afford to shake the ground by merely hitting his fists together. The second theory was that Grugg is simply inefficient in his usage of ki, something that gave Wyntre an advantage. The scouter seemed to support the latter. If Grugg had a power level of two million, surely the Prince is far more powerful and with many more minions with millions of PL. If that is true, what point is there in training me?
When Wyntre fought, she was quick and efficient. Her fighting style did not quite rely on pure physical strength, but rather identifying and exploiting weak-points as well as to not use any physical attack that would take any time more than a quarter of a second, as long as the OBR was followed. Physical contact should be avoided so that the contact deals as much damage as it can with as much little soap required after and as little energy expended. Calmly, as if she was waiting for a bus, Wyntre seemed completely oblivious to the charging demon as she thought up efficient ways to defeat him.
It was simple, really. She was to weave underneath one of the demon's punching arms, kick him in between his legs from behind to stun him and finally, she was to quickly retrieve her sword (the Arcosia) from her back and attempt to slice his right lower arm off, or at least cause considerable harm. It would involve considerable damage from minimal contact, but would it work?
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Post by Beelzebub on Nov 3, 2015 22:27:36 GMT
“Eh?” Beelzebub's eyebrow quirked as Wyntre tapped the tip of her tail against the now somehow MORE foul smelling Gi causing a burst of flames to erupt from it briefly obscuring his view of both Wyntre and the Gi itself, Beelzebub was unconcerned with the possibility that Wyntre had simply vaporized the Gi, she at least seemed smart enough to not do something so foolish and honestly the fact that whatever she had done had also removed the awful smell had Beelzebub in a much better mood. If she HAD destroyed the Gi then it would be up to Grugg to teach her a lesson in addition to testing her combat skills.
Grugg was a rather simple demon, his interests lay primarily in the area of smashing weaker beings into paste and working to make himself stronger so that the paste smashing would be even easier, working under Prince Beelzebub coincided with both of his interests very readily and it was for this reason that he had remained in the Prince's service for so long, the Prince allowed him to 'break in' new recruits such as the reptilian woman he was set to face and if they fell too far below the Prince's hopes he was often allowed to go further than simply pummeling them, outside of that he tended to act as one of the Prince's many enforcers though Grugg prided himself on his belief that he was the strongest of the Prince's warriors.
Dashing at top speed at the lizard woman Grugg had expected things to go far easier than they would, she was barely even paying attention just sort of standing there idly WAITING for him to smash her, a mighty arm swung at the reptile and she ducked beneath it, with a growl he swiped at her a few more times giant meaty hands grabbing and smashing at her only to meet air until finally she slipped past his arm and dashed behind him, with a grunt of annoyance Grugg began shifting to follow her only to feel a swift strike between his legs that gave him pause.
His skin acted like a sort of armor, it protected him from a great deal of physical harm but much like armor there were a few... soft spot, places that simply COULDENT be 'armored' as effectively without hindering him, primarily these were his joints, but a few other soft areas existed lightly 'armored' but still far more susceptible to harm, the powerful blow delivered by the lizard woman caused Grugg to let out a strangled grunt as his body locked up briefly giving her the opening she sought.
Grugg would recover just in time for the Empress' blade to strike his arm, but where her kick had landed an exceptionally brutal blow to Grugg her attempt to remove his arm was far less effective, the blade certainly cut into him but nowhere near as much as Wyntre might have hoped, green blood oozed readily from the wound but Grugg himself seemed mostly unfazed by that blow. “Little lizard, gonna PAY” Grugg grunted out his voice a deep rumble, still quite angry over her kick jerking his body away from her blade green blood would splatter outward at the empress with the sudden movement.
Bolstered by his fury Grugg would lash out at the Empress grabbing at her midsection with one of his meaty hands seeking to grab hold of the swift moving woman while his wounded arm would move to strike her aiming to bash her head in but Grugg was MORE than fine with hitting the woman anywhere, his only real concern was causing as much harm to her as quickly and as brutally as possible.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 6, 2015 5:51:11 GMT
Of course, Wyntre had not burnt or destroyed the gi. That would just be silly. What purpose would there be in that? No, rather, she was wearing the shadowy attire without either a horrendously unhygienic smell or an overly-pleasant one. The only smell left was hard to pick up, but it smelled like marshmallows being cooked over a campfire.
Her attack seemed to go quite well. She managed to swipe under his arm, not getting too damaged in the process, dashing behind him from there seemed to be seamless. The attack itself had also worked quite well. It gave her a nice opening, an opening she used. It had caused some damage, especially the kick, but the strike by no means had done what Wyntre had intended it to. Meanwhile, she was greatly fazed by the oozing green blood, despite her efforts to ignore it. That, however, was when the blood splattered towards the Empress. everything seemed to be in slow motion, strangely. No. No. Nonononono. No. Nono. No. Trying to dash out of the way, the Arcosian was simply not able to get out of the way in time as sickly viridian blood splattered across her skin. She paused, trying to figure what had just happened. This event would surely traumatize her for the rest of her life. She would have been able to imagine the countless sleepless night it would cause if her her mind wasn't as blank as a brand new piece of A4 paper with nothing on it. ... No.
That... that was worthy of a beating. You could nearly hear something crack in her head. In her left hand, a ball of white ki grew. In her right, an equally-sized ball of black grew. They both grew in size as Grugg charged towards her. Smashing these balls of ki together, they formed a beam of white and black, spiraling around each other and being directed towards Grugg. One of her most powerful attacks, charged in naught but a few seconds! The Themis Cannon! Just before it would reach him, the white and black would combine into a single powerful silvery gray beam.
"Go eat an overly-used moist handkerchief!"
((1.9million PL Themis Cannon)) KP=0/3
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Post by Beelzebub on Nov 10, 2015 22:02:13 GMT
Grugg was greatly amused by the sight of the tiny lizard woman trying to twist and flee in terror at the sight of his blood desperately scrambling away from him only to be splattered with it regardless, he wasn't exactly sure WHY she was so terrified of his blood, contrary to rumors that many spoke of him his blood was not in fact toxic or acidic nor was it explosive a quality he had once thought to be a great idea and had tried to convince Prince Beelzebub to make a reality only to have the Prince sit him down(well the Prince did the sitting, there were few chairs capable of holding up against Grugg's weight) and explain at length how idiotic such a concept was no matter how awesome it sounded. As far as Grugg knew the tiny lizard woman had not spent enough time hear or interacted with enough of HFIL's resident to know any of the rumors about him so why was she so terrified? Ultimately it didn't matter much, he enjoyed it when an enemy feared him and he now knew a great way to get a big reaction from the woman as he charged her, rather suddenly however she stopped her fleeing realizing she had already been splattered and grew eerily still before whipping around orbs of energy pulsing in her hands and an expression of utter fury aimed directly at her. Grugg would continue charging at her seemingly ignoring the clear indication that she was preparing to attack him, many had sought to blast him down before as he charged them and all before the lizard woman had failed. What DID give him pause however was her... threat? Demand? He was not entirely sure what it was her statement was trying to do but the pause it had brought on made it such that Grugg realized he would need to put up some form of defense against this blast, splattering her with his blood had evidently been a GREAT offense to her, greater than he had even expected. Stomping his feet to give himself better grounding Grugg began letting out a low rumbling growl as his body began to glow and the Themis Canon grew ever closer, as it came within striking distance Grugg would reach out with both hands his entire body now glowing a sickly green and clasp his hands around as much of the blast as possible. This was his ultimate defense, a technique rarely utilized due to his usual lack of need for such against his usual quality of opponent, unlike how one might expect a beam of energy to simply blast through someone looking to simply catch it Grugg in his now glowing state was quite capable of holding back the blast his body beginning to pulse brighter and brighter as it seemed to be almost siphoning off the power of the Themis cannon. Eventually however the glowing became too bright and the aura around Grugg shattered what would remain after Gruggs efforts was significantly diminished Themis Cannon but regardless still quite potent as it maintained enough power to begin pushing Grugg back before erupting and sending him tumbling backwards.
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Themis Cannon – 1.9 Million (100%) vs Ultimate Defense – 1.32 Million (66%)
Themis Cannon Victory: 500k PL --- [/div] Grugg groaned as he flopped over onto his belly before pushing himself back to his feet as the dust settled around him, he had not expected the lizard woman's blast to be that powerful, to actually stand up to and surpass the second level of his Ultimate Defense, part of him was curious if she could have even handled its full strength. Regardless Wyntre's efforts to deal with Grugg in one fell swoop while quite good, were nowhere near as effective as she might have hoped as the demon shook himself off and stood tall once again his chest scorched from the blast but in spite of his his expression was almost excited, he could taste that this would be a true challenge for him and it had been SO long since Grugg had faced a truly challenging opponent. “Ur strong lizerd. But not strong enuf” Grugg said with a rumbling laugh as he rolled his shoulders and began his charge at Wyntre anew once again intending on grabbing her around the waist and pummeling her with his big meatey fists.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 13, 2015 6:06:22 GMT
The Empress was not afraid of the blood. Green blood isn't actually scary, not in the slightest, not when you've fought foes with toxic, acidic and explosive blood flowing through them. Let me reiterate: Wyntre was not, is not and will never be afraid of blood. She's just extremely disgusted by it. When blood touches her, sure, she will freak out. Grugg was just lucky no blood got into her mouth, now that would have been a death sentence. Most macro-sized sentient life-forms naturally try to avoid blood for a good reason: they don't want to die. Both the not-wanting-to-die instinct and the 'avoid blood' instinct have a firm hold of many modern species, and for very good reasons.
You might think Wyntre was now going to avoid further blood at all costs. This was not the case. She was already dirty, she had already been tainted by such imperfection. So, until she underwent an eight-hour shower, there was no point in avoidance: she was going to clean herself up anyway. Besides, Grugg had made the grave mistake to have something click in her head. In the same way she normally wouldn't tell someone to eat an overly-used moist handkerchief (the most insulting insult ever, by the way), now she didn't give as many damns about much of anything besides revenge and getting a good clean.
That was, of course, when Grugg started to glow as the Themis Cannon raced towards him. Glowing demons, an everyday occurrence. Glowing a sickly green now, he did something she did not expect him to do. From Wyntre's angle... It looked like Grugg was trying to hug the Themis Cannon. Seemingly powered by the magical power of friendship, unicorns and hugs, Grugg glowed more and more until the power of truth and justice overwhelmed the power of blood, warm embraces and hyperluminescence.
[[Themis Cannon defeats Ultimate Defense: 566,667PL damage]]
Relaxing slightly in the sight of her victory, she was not surprised to find that Grugg had not been defeated. It was expected. She might have even calmed down a little, if not for what he had said. 'Ur strong lizerd. But not strong enuf'. These words sonorously rung in her mind over and over again.
"'Lizerd'? 'LIZERD'? Do you know who you speak with, fool? Do you have any idea what I have seen, what I have done, what I will do? Do you know anything outside of your skin, anything beyond your line of sight? Do you know how utterly incorrect you are when you call me 'Lizerd'? I am Empress Wyntre of Arcose, you'd do well to remember that. You, on the other hand: you are the Inconsequential Ignoramus, Grugg the Feeble. You will be forgotten by time before you've left it. You won't even be a footnote in any of my autobiographies!"
A correction: that last one was the most insulting insult ever to grace this realm, not some mere order to eat a moist handkerchief. Somehow, Wyntre had fit that entire rant into the time it took Grugg to run only a short distance. How? Don't ask me. In order to avoid Grugg's attack, Wyntre had planned to dash to the side as to not become damaged, but when it came to execution... Clumsily moving her feet, they hit each other mid-step. She would have fallen into the ground, avoiding Grugg's grab, if she hadn't spoken for so long. Trying to use the best of a mistake and an accident, she saw a possibility and would then do her best to achieve it: in order to (hopefully) blind the creature, Wyntre would ready the Arcosia in her hands and try to slice through both of Grugg's eyes in one horizontal strike. With some luck, this might prevent Grugg's attack. Or it may not. But it may.
Or it may not.
"The sooner I win, the sooner I'll learn the Prince's techniques and as soon as I learn the Prince's techniques, I'm leaving this literal hellhole. Who are you to stand in the way of an Empress and her people?"
But it may.
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Post by Beelzebub on Nov 23, 2015 7:39:53 GMT
Grugg let out yet another a deep rumbling laugh as he heard the lizard lady's angry screeching, normally he would charge immediately back into battle but the lizard lady was actually talking up quite the storm, he was used to other Demons being chatty like this and he hated it, usually when they got chatty with him it involved calling him dumb in new and confusing ways and the truth of the matter was that the idea that Grugg was 'dumb' was simultaneously true and untrue, he had a rather difficult time grasping big overarching concept, long drawn out plots and the like were simply just too much for him to properly process. What he did understand reasonably well however was the 'art' of causing pain and through that the art of combat. He knew well how to utilize his own strengths and if he had enough time to process it how to utilize his opponents weaknesses.
Huffing slightly as he heard a familiar insulting word in the form of 'ignoramus' Grugg rolled his enormous shoulders “You Empress of notin' here, Acrose is mortal wurld, ur not mortal enymor. Only ruler that mattr is” Grugg paused clearly collecting himself to ensure he spoke his next words properly “Prince Beelzebub. You da insqeuential one here” Grugg taunted back as he grabbed at her giant hands seeking to snatch up the Lizard Empress, Grugg noticed however as he sought to snatch her up after the empress stumbled that she was moving to strike with her blade, he'd already experienced the cutting power of the Arcosia and while it had not done exactly as the lady of Arcose had sought it had certainly not been a pleasant experience and one Grugg wished not to repeat on his eyes and so sacrificing his offense Grugg would lurch backward to avoid the blade.
"If u gonna lern from Prince u gotta beat Grugg furst! Maybe I beat u and Grugg becomes EMPRER OF ACROSE!”[/b][/font] Grugg roared with laughter not at all aware of what 'Acrose' was but more than fine with the idea of taunting the little lizard with the idea of him taking her throne.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Nov 24, 2015 0:03:44 GMT
No one called Wyntre dum for a good number of reasons. Firstly, saying she was would be lying. Secondly, she didn't like liars. Third, no one wanted a belittling speech of that magnitude directed at them.
If Wyntre had psychic powers (and, for whatever reason, did not question this) or had the ability to break the fourth wall, she would have been disgusted by… pretty much everything in the above post. Combat is not an art, playing chess is an art. Causing pain is not an art, art is an art. Causing pain is simply this, the causation of pain. Combat, despite popular belief, is not just another word for 'Communist bats', but rather a barbaric, non-sustainable alternative to solving your problems the proper way.
Grugg knew just the way to make Wyntre angry. Perhaps it was because Grugg symbolized the evil, ignorant, brutish foolery that infested throughout the galaxy like a virus. "I don't think I'll believe you. 'Acrose', a planet I have never heard of, surely is not mortal. For a planet to be mortal, a planet must be able to cease living. To cease living, a planet must be alive. Living planets are the work of fiction, therefore there are none, therefore they cannot cease living, therefore they are not mortal. If, by any chance, by 'Acrose' you mean 'Arcose', forever shame on your soul, learn how to spell. Oh, and, of course, I am not a mortal 'enymor', for that would imply that that exists, which it does not. I assume, when you blabber 'insqeuential', you are indeed trying to (and failing to) say 'inconsequential'. If this is the case, you make no sense, but that was expected. I am Empress Wyntre, the High-Benevolence of Arcose, I reform criminals with death stares and I brought righteous order and justice on a scale you cannot comprehend. I have changed the galaxy, I have fixed the mistakes of others and I freed billions from saiyan subjugation. You are a common minion. Do you see the difference?"
The above speech once again proved that large speeches can be uttered in very small amounts of time with perfect clarity. Don't question it. Seemingly afraid of the mighty Arcosia, Grugg lurched back in fear. He had good reason to do so, too. That blade held great power, power Wyntre didn't fully understand herself.
"It is simple logic, do you not understand? If I win this battle, I will learn the Prince's techniques. I will learn the Prince's techniques, therefore I will win this battle. You may as well just give up now, the reasoning is infallible. Also, the notion that you could become the Emperor (or 'Emprer') of Arcose without reason, right or royalty is so utterly preposterously false that you just caused a royal historian to face-palm so hard his face became uglier than yours. That's an achievement."
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Post by Beelzebub on Dec 16, 2015 8:08:03 GMT
The more Wyntre talked, the more Grugg became confused. Her explanation of mortality was a bit too complex for someone as simplistic as Grugg. He groaned in anger as Wyntre finished speaking, responding in an annoyed tone. "You... You... You talk too much! Make Grugg head hurt! I'm gonna beat you up now so you stop talking so much!" He gave a rude gesture to the empress before charging up one of his strongest abilities. He started by stretching both hands outwards. Slowly, he began to spin in a circle, picking up speed ever-so slowly. Eventually, he picked up enough speed to become a blurry green mess; spinning so fast he looked more like a tornado than a giant green demon creature. He let out a grumbling chuckle, speaking to the empress as he began spinning towards her. "HAHAHAHAH! Time to beat you up wit' my... Spinnin' Tronado Crusher!!!"He zoomed towards Wyntre, spinning wildly as he approached. Should he slam into the Arcosian, she'd be sent careening through the sky, most likely crashing into something painful on the way down. Grugg uses [UP2] Spinning Tornado Crusher! 66% charge for a damage potential of: 1,320,000!
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 17, 2015 12:24:41 GMT
"Oh, I can assure you with great certainty that me being 'beaten up' will not shut me up. Rather, it would give me something else to talk about other than your obvious lack of an intellect, which would be fortunate considering how boringly obvious such a statement that is."Wyntre didn't return a rude gesture. There simply was no need to. If Grugg understood half of what was being said, he'd be insulted so much that the insultometer would have burst in flames: this would have been a great achievement, of course, considering that the insultometer measures insultons in a chemical designed to douse fire. That was when Grugg started spinning around like a toddler addicted to the thrill of being dizzy. He continued to spin, gaining speed, and in the progress continually made him look more and more like an undergraduate from Taz's University of Spinning. "I must commend you on your brilliant naming skills. 'Spinning Tronado Crusher'? Brilliant. I really liked how you redundantly said that the tornado was spinning, because I never would have guessed that a tornado could spin without that insightful description. Oh, my apologies, by 'tornado' I obviously meant 'Tronado'. Anyway,-"Now, how am I to avoid a spinning maniac? Wyntre figured out the answer to that question quite quickly. Bringing a quick plan into action, the Empress simply began flying up and didn't stop for a while, ki gathering in her fingers. But what was this? That didn't look like a Themis Cannon… a ball of ki the size of a tennis ball appeared above the the finger of the Empress. "What I'm currently preparing is called the Supernova, which is odd, considering it isn't a supernova at all," she started, the ki ball's size growing from that of a tennis ball to that of a soccer ball, "but I decided its usage would make this fight end sooner with little to no damage to anything except you and the ground. I wouldn't be using this if we were in a forest or a habited zone, but today isn't your lucky day." she continued, the ki ball growing from the size of a soccer ball to that of an object many times larger than an exercise ball, "Question: how do you avoid a spinning maniac?"Suddenly, the ki ball's growth expanded exponentially, tripling its size a few times every second. Its sun-like brilliance illuminated the area, shining brightly and covering the area with red dancing with orange and orange dancing with yellow. "Answer: you stop him spinning. If you come any closer, you will be attacked. When that happens, I advise you stay down and admit defeat… for your own safety, of course."[KP:0/3] (If Grugg continues attacking, there will be a 1.9mPL Supernova headed his way. 1.9-1.32=0.58. If he doesn't, she'll continue charging.) ((Still waiting for the gi to be described… :3))
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Post by Beelzebub on Dec 21, 2015 5:47:37 GMT
As Grugg neared his target, he was stunned to see she had been able to avoid his attack with immense ease! His face contorted in anger as he stopped spinning, glaring up at the Arcosian empress. She taunted his lack of intelligence once again, inciting an annoyed huff to escape the burly demon. He couldn't let her insult him anymore; he was gonna show her what happens when you anger a truly powerful demon! He watched as she began charging up some energy attack called the 'Supernova'. She explained the improper name of the move, which annoyed Grugg a bit more. It hav a cool name! You jus' too stupid to see it!It seemed that Grugg would need to do something to counter-act the giant ball of death about to be unleashed. Luckily, Grugg was a resourceful fellow. He crouched down, pulled his fist back, and slammed it into the floor. A giant chunk of rock was popped out of the ground, which Grugg picked up quickly. A toothy grin appeared on his face as he looked up at Wyntre. "Now it time for my strongest move: ROCK THROW!" With a mighty heave, the demon chucked a massive boulder up at Wyntre! It shot through the sky like a missile, headed straight for the deceased empress. Though it wouldn't do much, it would weaken the supernova at the very least, which would allow Grugg to think of something else in the meantime. [N1] Rock Throw Used! 33% Charged for a damage potential of: 660,000!(Gi description: A dark green Gi, with a faded symbol directly on the back. It has cuts and tatters all across it, showing that the last student who wore this wasn't as lucky as you...)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 21, 2015 9:44:03 GMT
((Thanks for the gi description!))
Wyntre evaded the attack of Grugg the Inconsequential with immense ease because the attack was immensely easy to evade. After all, how could you possibly expect a technique to be useful in a battle if that technique involves doing the same thing a roundabout with a few kids on it does? I mean, it's not as if there's a technique so utterly barbarically devolved that it makes the spinning one look like the zenith of elegance, right? It isn't as if he's going to throw around earthen solid mineral material, right? Right? RIGHT?
"Of course it has a 'cool' name. It rolls off of the tongue like a barrel rolls down a large hill: well. It has great astronomical value, they're rare, destructive and the name doesn't have 'death' in it. The level of 'coolness' is plain to discern, I was merely pointing out that the technique was not, is not and will not be similar to what it had been named after. Do you follow, or are you still stuck trying to tell the difference between 'coolness' and 'accuracy'?"
Wyntre had hoped that, perhaps, the dirt smothering Grugg's brain would disappear under the pressure of imminent danger. Perhaps, if he didn't have one, he'd grow one. But she truly hoped, she deeply hoped, that Grugg would weigh in all of the options, that he'd measure and compare the pros and cons and make the logical decision that makes the most sense. That was when the demon picked up a big pebble and chucked it. Truly, this was the peak of demon genius.
Profoundly disappointed, she finished charging and sent down the attack, the warm-colored ball massively dwarfing both figures. It swallowed the rock like a baby would to a pea or a star would wholly envelop a planet.
"Prince Beelzebub, I advise you to get out of the way. Grugg, I don't advise you to get out of the way. It's not as if you'd be able to, anyway, this attack's effects would be more far-reaching than anything you could possibly hope to comprehend: on second thought, a Rubik's Cube is beyond your comprehension, it isn't hard to step beyond that."
((The way we wrote it, it looks like the attack was charged for 1 post and released on the next. However, in my last post's pl listings, I said it would not be released only if Grugg didn't attack, going under the assumption that the spin attack would continue. So… 1.9mPL or 3.8mPL? You decide, I trust in your moderating abilities… and your generosity. Hopefully.))
[KP 0-1, depending on the above question's answer.]
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