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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 17, 2016 5:32:06 GMT
Landing on Namek went far more smoothly than Beryl expected, but that didn’t mean that he could react just yet. The information he had gathered about Namek was distressing; there was a huge battle in Moori Capitol that led to its destruction. The direct participants of the fight were currently in obscurity, but there was a report of a certain Super Saiyan being on the scene. As of now, Beryl only had encountered one Super Saiyan, one who was the General of the Saiyan Solar Empire. If the Saiyan Solar Empire was truly present on Namek, then the situation would be even dicier than before. Beryl wasted no time in establishing contact with the locals. His first stop was the Grand Elder Village, a beautiful town settled right below the Grand Elder’s palace. Here, dragon clansmen meditated, trained and lived in peace; it was a stark contrast to the harsh, bloody, fight-filled world and galaxy the Namekians were in. Upon Beryl’s arrival, the village’s residents met him with distrust. Beryl couldn’t blame them; after all, Namek had just suffered a tremendous loss of life and collateral damage at the hands of outsiders. However, after establishing that he was the leader of the Galactic Patrol, an organization whose goal was to maintain peace within the galaxy, and that he was visiting in order to help Namek out however he could, the villagers were much more agreeable, even thankful that someone had finally come by to assist them. As of now, Beryl was surveying the town, datapad in hand as he took notes. He was decked out in a nice, green collared shirt with a black tie, black slacks and black casual shoes. An oversized, yellow beanie was on his head while stylish, black sunglasses covered his eyes. Pinned to his shirt, right over his heart, was an ornate, golden badge fashioned into the Galactic Patrol’s symbol. A crown was on top of the symbol itself, studded with expensive gems. “This part of Namek actually seems to be okay,” Beryl muttered to himself as he continued taking notes on his datapad. “This is probably where most of Moori’s refugees are. I’ll have to be sure to set up a radio signal to contact any other survivors of that attack who need a safe place to stay.” Beryl’s power level was at its highest, its signal extremely strong to those sensitive to ki signatures. PL -- 166,192. Spiritual Insight (x16P): 2,659,072. Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 17, 2016 6:22:17 GMT
[Heavy Weights Equipped - Thread PL: 41,878 || With Weights: 10,469]
For the past week or so, Gnash had been held up at the Avishta Village located within the Maima Region. He’d been informed by some of the residents, and even Cordian himself, the Namekian who had crafted his tonfa for him, that Avishta Village wasn’t situated too far off from the Grand Elder Village. A sacred place which housed the Grand Elder of the Namekians himself. He was sort of a beacon for other Nameks to follow. He was a symbol of peace. Gnash had only ever heard good things about the man. Unfortunately, he hadn’t the pleasure of meeting him in person yet. Apparently, the Guru was in bad shape in terms of health. He was old, and could barely even move on his own without the help of his personal guard.
He was having an ever harder time coping with his health as he was grieved with overwhelming stress. The events taking place in Moori Capitol had been the key source of this tension. Gnash only knew as much as the rest of the Nameks did. There was a Demon-caste and a few of his henchmen battling against a Super Saiyan. He hadn’t the slightest idea of what a Super Saiyan actually was, but judging by the immense power levels clashing in that area, he could tell that whoever it was held unfathomable power. He was advised to not go anywhere near the area, as doing so could end in his immediate death. He had absolutely no qualms with that. He was too weak to make any bit of a difference there at the current moment.
Gnash occupied one of the various stools located throughout the village, placing his elbows upon his knees. He leaned his torso down, his head lying in the palms of his hands. He hated the fact that he could not go and do something about the current events. Thousands of his people had lost their lives, and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop anymore of it from happening. His elongated ears twitched around inside of the white hood that acted as his own personal sanctuary at the sound of boots crunching against the sand before him. He lifted his head, yellow hues falling upon the Namekian he’d gotten to know over the course of his stay; Cordian.
“How is it going, Gnash-san?” The Namekians smithy spoke, his tone ridden with curiosity.
“Y’know.. As good as it can be, I guess. What with hundreds and hundreds of our people dying as time passes by.. And there not being anything I can do to halt that,” He released an exhausted sigh. “As good as I can be at the moment.”
“Gnash-san..” Cordian’s wrinkled face contorted in an amalgamation of sorrow and concern. “You shouldn’t burden yourself with those types of thoughts. It is.. Unfortunate that these events have plagued our home world.. But we managed to save a lot of us. More than you can imagine. There is no use in dabbling over events that you cannot control. You cannot control it, I cannot control it.. Even our Warrior Caste Leader cannot control it. The best we can do it have hope. Instill this hope in the rest of our race.”
Of course, in the back of his mind, he knew the words Cordian spoke held a sense of truth. He had to stay strong and hopeful for the rest of the village. If everyone panicked, then chaos would surely ensue. But he couldn’t shake the unavailing feeling that loomed over his every thought. He wanted to do something. He wanted to be of use. “I appreciate the kind words, Cordian.. But I-”
Gnash’s golden globes widened in terror as a colossal amount of power descended upon the planet. The sheer energy that this being, or object exuded was absolutely inscrutable. It was, by leaps and bounds, the most powerful source of energy that Gnash had ever felt in his entire life. It exceeded those he experienced during the SSE’s invasion of his former home, Planet Earth.
“Gnash-san.. W-.. What is that?” Cordian’s voice shook with each word that left his tongue. His body shook, knees nearly buckling under the horror that blanketed his green frame. He quickly looked down to Gnash for an answer, as the scarred Namekian was his only hope. “What if it’s another intruder?”
Gnash lifted himself from the stool, fingers curling into his palms to form fists. His eyes and head followed the Ki signature down until he assumed it landed. “I uh… I don’t know what it is. But I’m going to go find out. If it is another intruder, I will hold them off. You make sure if… You make sure if you feel my power fade, evacuate the village. Get everyone somewhere safe, at least away from here.” Gnash tried his best to hide the evident fear in his tone. In all honesty, he was scared. This power level was monstrous, and he knew he didn’t stand the slightest chance. Should whoever or whatever this is be hostile, there was no hope for Namek. Of course, he wouldn’t tell Cordian that. He had to keep the hope alive. Afterall, hope on its own was hollow, and it required willpower and courage to make it a reality.
“Gnash-san… You cannot possibly think that you measure up to this.. You will die, rather quickly.” He reached forward to place the palm of his hand upon Gnash’s pauldron, eyes narrowing in on Gnash’s determination-facade.
“Yea… I know. But if not me, who else?” With those parting words, Gnash launched himself into the air. He began flying over the Namekian landscape; Broccoli trees, blue grass, green water. He couldn’t quite get used to it. It was definitely a lot different than Earth. It was the complete opposite, in fact. Having the scenery reversed on him in a matter of hours was difficult to adjust to.
Nearing The Grand Elder Village, a large white object had caught Gnash’s yellow eye. As he got closer, he noticed that it was a massive spaceship, reminiscent of the one that Riku had brought him here in. The source of the vast power signature resonated right within the heart of that spaceship. It was located on a cliff that overlooked the Village itself. With white aura cloaking his 7’8” frame, Gnash sped his travel up.
This entire time, he was thinking how massive this ki signature was, and that if this were a hostile enemy, then the planet was doomed. It never once dawned on him that this individual could actually be here to help. Not every single powerful being had malicious intent, after all. He swiftly touched down upon the cliff side, arms crossing along his chest.
He cleared his throat, trying to shake off some of the anxiety that coated his voice. His hues caught sight of a rather young-looking man. He had dark skin, a green collared shirt, some casual black pants and equally dark shoes that topped his outfit off. Covering his own soul globes were a pair of black sunglasses that contrasted heavily with the baggy yellow hat that surrounded his crown. He was hunched over, fingers hastily zipping away on some sort of square-like object that he had clutched between his fingers.
“Friend or foe?!” Gnash attempted to sound the least bit intimidating in the wake of this abnormal titan, but he couldn’t help the instinctive waggling of his knees and arms.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 17, 2016 23:35:46 GMT
Someone was coming. Beryl felt the ki signature rapidly approaching his position. It was much weaker than his, but it was still very powerful in its own right – enough to where they could easily wipe the floor with Super Elite Saiyans and the more powerful range of Arcosians. However, it wasn’t enough to make him stop what he was doing. If the individual approached him, then Beryl was confident enough to handle them – that is if they were hostile. Eventually, the approaching power finally reached Beryl’s position, and once Gnash spoke out to him, Beryl looked over his shoulders, eyes obscured by his designer shades. It was a Namekian warrior – or what Beryl assumed to be one – garbed in traditional Namekian attire. The stranger’s stature was towering, easily standing over two feet taller than Beryl. Combined with his muscled physique, piercing yellow eyes, fangs and claws, his entire appearance could easily be perceived as intimidating. From looks alone, he was much scarier than little Beryl, and the dark-skinned human actually looked a tad bit fearful once he got a good look at Gnash, but the Namekian’s fear was unmistakably greater. He felt Beryl’s power; he knew that Beryl could easily be someone with malicious intent and if that were the case, then Namek was pretty much screwed. Frowning, Beryl held his hands up in the air, still holding onto his datapad. “I’m not here to hurt anyone,” Beryl started, voice calm and composed. “I’m here to help. I’ve heard about the recent events on Namek, and I’m trying to help secure a safe haven for any survivors in need of a place to stay.” All around, fellow Namekians would stare up at Gnash – puzzled about his sudden appearance and his shaky demand. Hopefully, if Beryl was convincing enough, Gnash’s brethren could convince him of Beryl’s good intentions. “But I’m willing to answer any questions that you have,” Beryl added, doing his best to be as accommodating and understanding as possible. He couldn’t blame Gnash for being cautious and defensive; Namek had dealt with enough shit already, and everyone on the planet was starting to get sick of it. Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 18, 2016 0:16:14 GMT
Gnash was still on the defensive as his towering frame stood before the seated human. He now unraveled his previously folded arms, one arm hanging loosely at his side. The other stuck out straight in front of him, open palm hovering over Beryl’s face when looking down Gnash’s line of sight. He began charging a sphere of pure, white energy. The ki swirled around in the palm of his hand, every small beam aiming for the tiny ping-pong-sized ball that had formed in the middle. Gnash’s hairless brows furrowed as he stared directly into the human’s stylish shades. He wanted to come across as intimidating as possible in hopes that this man, should he be hostile, get the message that Namek didn’t want anymore trouble.
Fortunately, he held his hands up in the air as the universal sign of innocence. He composed himself, speaking in a serene manner, that of which caused Gnash to lower his guard somewhat. The sphere of energy faltered, wiggling around wiggling around in the base of his hand. The man had stated his reasoning for being on Planet Namek in the first place. He didn’t want to harm anyone. He wasn’t here collecting samples, and he wasn’t here to aid in any side of the fight. He was here to provide safe-havens for any survivors, or basically anyone who wanted to seek refuge.
Gnash let a quick gasp escape his lips, indicating that he had been holding his breath this entire time. He truly was scared of this man. If he even punched Gnash, it would more than likely kill him. It would blow his guts to pieces. Gnash turned his head around to look back at the Grand Elder Village. Some of the resident Namekians had closed in on them, nearly all of their eyes transfixed on Gnash’s battle-ready stature. His head snapped back around to face Beryl when the dark-skinned man proclaimed that, if need be, he would be willing to answer any question Gnash may have for him.
To be completely honest, that was refreshing. Knowing that this man wasn’t hostile, or at least didn’t seem to be, and was only here to help brought a huge amount of weight from the Namek’s chest. Though, could he really trust him? There was always the possibility that he was putting on a facade, a mask if you will. Just so that when Gnash turned his back, he could strike. Or, he could possibly be gathering all of the remaining survivors in one spot to make it easier for a mass slaughter. Gnash regained his composure, stabilizing the sphere of energy within his palm.
“How do I know I can trust you?! How do we know you’re not just gathering all of them in one specific spot for a mass murder?! How do we kno-”
“Gnash-san! Stooooooooooop!”
The familiar voice echoed throughout the Maima Region, piercing Gnash’s already sensitive ears. Almost immediately, Gnash’s friend from before, Cordian, landed beside both of them. His chest heaved to and fro, panting heavily. His body was covered in sweat, that of which pooled in the grass below as he hunched over, placing his hands on his knees. “S-Stop.. He… Gnash-san.. He is here to help us. Not harm us..”
Gnash lowered his arm, the ball of energy dissipating. He was now paying attention to the nearly fallen Cordian, reaching down to help his friend stand. “What’re you talking about, Cordian?”
The old Namek held his finger to the air as a sign for them to hold off on asking any questions for the time being while he struggled to catch his breath. Straightening himself out, he offered a generous smile towards Beryl, putting his palm to Gnash’s chest as a makeshift apology.
“I apologize for Gnash’s behavior.. He can be a bit headstrong. He had good intentions, I promise you,” He turned towards Gnash once more, gulping down a glob of saliva. “He is helping us. A few of the Warriors in our village informed me that he is creating sanctuaries in which refugees can call home for the time being. He is not here to harm us, but to help us.”
Gnash’s golden hues rapidly glanced back and forth between both Cordian and Beryl. If what his friend was saying had been true, then damn did he feel like a complete idiot. He’d just disturbed a man who had nothing but good intentions for both him and his people. Realize his fallacy, he quickly fell to his knees, bowing down before the hipster. “I sincerely apologize for my ignorance, sir!” Cordian reached down to pat the submissive Gnash upon his broad back, tugging on the hem of his shirt hole.
With that, the scarred Namekian rose to his feet. He brushed his pants and shirt off, allowing the remnants of dirt to dance along the breeze. “If I may ask.. Where do you hail from? You look.. Awfully similar to Earthlings, the beings that inhabit earth. I mean no disrespect!” He held his arms out in front of his body, this time in the same manner that Beryl had before. Knowing his true intent, he really didn’t want to piss this man off. He was doing his home planet a great service, and had probably saved more lives than Gnash could have ever hoped for.
Then his soul globes caught sight of th the small medallion flickering across Beryl’s chest. It had an oddly familiar similar imprinted onto its base. He craned his neck forward, eyes squinting as he attempted to get a closer look. “That symbol.. Your pin. It looks.. Familiar. I remember seeing it in some book before, back on Planet Earth. The book had something to do with.. Space Police. I don’t quite recall the proper term for it. I found it interesting at first, but there weren’t too many sources that allowed me to expand my knowledge on the subject. Is it some type of organization?” Gnash let his curiosity peak through his emerald petals, eyes still fixated upon the pin.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 18, 2016 6:06:03 GMT
Beryl tensed, eyes widening from behind his sunglasses. Ki sparked within Gnash’s green-skinned palm, and it was aimed directly for Beryl’s head. This was bad. Beryl hoped that he wouldn’t have to fight any of the Namekians; even if he acted in self-defense, seriously harming any of the locals wouldn’t help how the Namekians perceived him at all. Even though the ki blast was at point-blank range, Beryl was confident enough in his speed and reflexes that he’d be able to evade the attack if it came down to it. Afterwards, if Gnash insisted on a fight, then Beryl would strive to incapacitate him with minimal injuries. Gnash started to bombard Beryl with heated accusations, asking the dark-skinned human whether or not he could truly be trusted and how it was certain that he wasn’t planning on just committing mass genocide. “Please! I don’t mean any harm! I—“ Beryl stopped once he heard another Namekian call out towards the white-hooded warrior. Judging from the streams of sweat running down his body, it was easy to see that whomever this guy was, he was hauling ass to catch up with Gnash. The two brothers conversed hurriedly with Cordian even going as far as to apologize on Gnash’s behalf. Beryl lowered his hands, feeling slightly more relaxed than before. Gnash immediately felt embarrassed about his rash behavior and began to apologize fervently towards the not-hipster. The dark-skinned human blinked as the extremely tall Namekian dropped to his knees, a bow that meant to make up for his utter foolishness. “It’s fine; it’s fine,” Beryl reassured, mustering up a short but comforting grin. “I cannot fault you for being cautious. With everything that this planet and your people have been through, none of you can afford to take any chances.” Everyone was already on edge and now with Beryl, an outsider showing up out of nowhere, it was no surprise that his arrival was met with high alert. Sighing in relief, Beryl finally managed to relax fully. His death-grip on his datapad loosened, and he craned his head to look up at the extremely tall Gnash. “Where I’m from? I’m from Earth, and I look like an Earthling because I am one: human, to be exact,” Beryl replied, nodding once. He adjusted his cool shades and brushed off his dapper clothing. Right now, Beryl didn’t have any sort of anger in him. If anything, he was scared before since while Gnash’s power was literally a fraction of his own, Gnash was still intimidating appearance-wise in his own right. The hooded Namekian then asked about the fancy badge pinned to Beryl’s shirt, going on about how he heard about some kind of galactic police force. “Oh! This symbol belongs to the Galactic Patrol – the space police that you’re talking about. You’re right; the Galactic Patrol can be considered the space police, but it does more than that. It basically makes sure that the galaxy’s safe and they offer help to anyone who needs it.”The young man tugged at his black tie. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself. My name is Beryl Roarke. I’m actually … the leader of the newly revived Galactic Patrol. We’re really shorthanded right now since the organization has just been brought back to life through a collective effort. However, we’re really trying hard to give back to the galaxy, and after seeing what Namek’s endured in the past few weeks, I’ve made it my priority to come here myself and see what I can do to help.” Beryl didn’t really look like the powerful or leader type, given his unimpressive, somewhat scrawny physique and his extremely laidback personality. “May I ask what both of your names are?”Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 18, 2016 19:07:18 GMT
“You can say that again.” Cordian spoke up first in regards to Beryl’s remark on how he couldn’t fault them for being overly cautious, given all of the events transpiring in Moory Capitol. Not to mention that their planet had been blown to bits once already. The fact that it could and possibly would happen once more sent the Namekian race for a loop. They didn’t know who they could trust and who they couldn’t. Someone with a power level even higher than the ones raging at the capitol had no exceptions. Gnash nodded in agreement, as he too believed that they couldn’t be more on edge than they were now. Most of the planet was in panic mode.
Beryl confirmed Gnash’s assumptions when he spoke of his race and origin; He was an Earthling from Planet Earth. That was a relief, especially for Gnash. Someone who would actually understand him without asking a shit ton of questions. Not that he minded telling the Namekians of Earth, but after a while of the same old questions over and over and over again, he grew annoyed. Gnash decided that before Beryl moved on, he should sneak another question in there. “Is Earth ok..?” Even though he’d only been gone for about a week or two, he missed his “Home”. If he wasn’t going to be able to return anytime soon, seeing as one of the only accessible ships on the planet belonged to Riku and he doubted the Saiyan of Darkness would allow him to leave with it, he wanted to at the very least check up on its well being.
The dark-skinned man went on to answer Gnash’s second and more important question; The symbol upon his chest. It belonged to an organization he called “The Galactic Patrol”. They were some sort of space police that patrolled the galaxy. Their main goal, or so it seemed to be by Beryl’s explanation, was to protect the galaxy and anyone in it. They made sure that the galaxy had been safe from the hands of groups like the SSE, or the Arcosian Empire. Gnash hoped they did, anyways. “Galactic Patrol! That was it. My apologies for not getting the name correct right off of the bat.. It is sort of difficult for me to remember these things. As I said, there was only about one book on them, and even that didn’t gift me with much information.”
“No matter what you’re from, we sincerely appreciate your generosity. If it were not for you, I don’t think there would be many of us left..” The older Namek nearly choked on his own words, struggling to even speak about the subject. Of course it was touchy. Most of these Namekians were his family or at the very least, friends. Losing both was always a tough situation.. Losing many, well that could never sit well on any sane person's conscience.
Gnash was taken back at hearing the title of the man before him; Beryl Roarke, leader of the newly revived Galactic Patrol. The organization that was helping save his people, and Gnash was talking to their leader. What a damn coincidence. Gnash extended his arm first, tightly grasping Beryl’s. With a light shake, he responded; “That’s unfortunate.. Are you here searching for more members? There are very competent warriors on this planet, trust me. I’ve met a few of them. Some of them are able to take me on even without my weights hindering my performance. Oh! My name is Gnash, by the way. I also come from Planet Earth. I landed on Planet Namek only just a few weeks ago with two friends of mine. Maybe you’ve heard of them? A Saiyan who goes by the name of Riku, and a golden-haired human just like you. His name is Kaito.”
Gnash pulled his hand back, allowing the Namek beside him to introduce himself. “I am Cordian. I’m the resident blacksmith in Avishta village, a settlement not too far from here. A few of our warriors were able to inform me of your presence and intentions. I’m glad that Gnash didn’t do anything too rash before I could arrive.” He jokingly jabbed his elbow into Gnash’s chest. The scarred Namek furrowed his brow, obviously annoyed with Cordian’s remark.
“If need be, I can probably show you around some, and introduce you to a few of the Warriors we have here.. That is, if you’re looking to recruit. Though, if I can be completely honest,” He leaned inwards, lowering his voice to whisper to the human. “There aren’t too many..”
Beryl Roarke
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 19, 2016 4:19:45 GMT
“Hmm? Earth? Oh, yeah. Earth’s fine right now. There’s nothing going on there right there – well, nothing on an intergalactic threat-level,” Beryl answered. It was curious that Gnash was concerned about Earth’s wellbeing. Then again, the Namekian did say that he visited there, but Beryl didn’t know that Gnash considered the blue planet to be a second home. “ I came from Earth actually. Things seemed to be settled there, but after I heard about this place being in trouble, I couldn’t waste any more time.” Once Gnash started hearing about the Galactic Patrol from Beryl, the tall, hooded warrior began to perk up immensely. He recalled about how he saw the Galactic Patrol’s symbol in a book, but the exact meaning of it was still obscure. Beryl couldn’t exactly blame him – the Galactic Patrol had been defunct for several years due to lack of support and resources. “You really can’t find too much information on the Galactic Patrol right now. After all, it’s been defunct for several years. Nobody thought that they were enough to really keep the galaxy safe. Hopefully, things will be different this time around.” It was one of Beryl’s fears: that he wouldn’t be adequate as a leader or a protector. Cordian thanked Beryl again for his generosity. “ It’s really no problem. Honestly – I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t come here to help you guys,” the dark-skinned human said. “Even beyond it being my job, I wouldn’t feel right just leaving you all here to deal with this situation yourself. We all live in the same galaxy, right? It only makes sense for us to look after each other.” It was then that Gnash and Beryl shook hands. Beryl was extra mindful of Gnash’s gnarly claws; those things could easily rend flesh as if it was tissue paper. Quietly, the Galactic Patrol leader listened as the two Namekians did their respective introductions. He noted how Gnash asked if Beryl was looking for recruits and how there were warriors that would perhaps make good members of the Galactic Patrol. “It’s very nice to meet both of you. As for your friends, I don’t think I’ve met either of them. I’ll definitely keep their names in mind though,” Beryl said. It was hard to tell who or what he was looking back because of the sunglasses, but when Gnash leaned in closer to Beryl to whisper to him, the much shorter human leaned back slightly, a bit taken aback by the Namekian’s towering height. “I will admit that I am looking for recruits. The Galactic Patrol’s kind of an … elite force. The membership number is very small, but it’s made up of the most qualified individuals.” A pause. “I have to say this – your power is impressive, very impressive. Plus, you have those heavy weights on too, and still – the power that’s coming off of you is amazing. I felt it especially when you were getting ready to blow my head off with that ki blast.” Beryl kept his head craned up to look Gnash right in the eyes. The afternoon sun’s light glistened off of Beryl’s shades. “Sorry for being blunt, but do you have interest in the Galactic Patrol by any chance?”Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 19, 2016 17:49:45 GMT
“Phew.. I’m glad to hear that. I still.. I still consider Earth my home. Or one of them, at least. Afterall, I was only born on Planet Namek. I was raised on Earth for.. Well, since I can last remember. It’s a lovely planet,” The hooded warrior began projecting his voice more towards Cordian now, seeing as Beryl was from planet Earth and he surely knew just as much about it as Gnash, if not more. “Everything is kind of reversed. The water is blue, but only due to the sky.. The grass is green. There aren’t broccoli trees everywhere. The trees look.. Well, bigger. Thicker than here. It’s a remarkable sight, Cordian! Whenever I return, I am going to have to bring you with me.”
The blacksmith reared his head back, facial expression contorting into that of confusion. It was hard for him to believe that any of this was true. He looked to Beryl for confirmation, though halted his advance when the darker-skinned hipster spoke on Gnash’s comment. There was little no knowledge based around the faction due to it having just been recently revived by the man standing before them. Until now, it had been defunct due to lack of supplies and members. Apparently, no one had any faith in the organization to keep the galaxy safe. Like Gnash had always done when others began steering down the path of self-doubt, he stepped forward to speak; “I certainly believe that if protecting this galaxy is your goal, you can achieve it. Your power level.. It.. It’s astronomical. I cannot believe I am saying this but, it is the most powerful energy source I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Besides maybe.. One during the SSE’s invasion upon Earth, you are the strongest. If your words reflect onto your actions, then I believe that you can make a difference.”
The scarred Namek spoke straight from his heart. He sincerely believed in this guy. Call it him just being naive or gullible, or pair it with the fact that this guy Beryl was doing him and his race a great service, but he had faith in him and the organization. Coming from his darkened petals, it sounded pretty cool, to be honest. The whole idea of hustling around space with the solitary goal of helping others in need and protecting them from harm seemed absolutely terrific.
“Mmm.. That is a shame. I’m sure they’re poking around here somewhere. I’ll find them in due time. Cordian, do you think that you can ask around a bit for me? I would actually like to get to know Beryl a bit more..” He turned to face his elder, finger pointing towards the village below. Cordian nodded his compliance. “Of course, Gnash-san. Mr. Roarke.. Thank you. Thank you for all you have done. It was a pleasure meeting you. I truly hope this will not be our last!” With a friendly pat to Gnash’s back, Cordian lifted himself into the air and descended towards the village to fulfill Gnash’s wish.
Gnash’s sensitive ears poked around within the confines of his hood when Beryl admitted part of the reason on why he came here. He was indeed looking for recruits to join the Galactic Patrol. Gnash waited for him to pause for a moment, then expressed himself; “That is great! There are extremely competent warriors here on New Namek, I am sure one of them can help you fill your ran-” He zipped his lips when the monstrously powerful hipster before him gave Gnash’s own power notice. “M-my power level? I.. I suppose it is rather strong. Cordian had told me once that without my weights, I am one of the strongest Namekian warriors on this planet, excluding the one they call Xylo. These things,” He shook his arms and legs around, yellow saucers gesturing towards the blue pauldron that encompassed his right shoulder. “They diminish my power level quite a bit. I can’t necessarily battle at full power with them on.. But, y’know. They work. Training with them has made me stronger than I could have ever hoped for.”
There was brief moment of silence between Gnash’s last words. This void was broken by Beryl asking him a question that he would have never imagined would grace his elongated ears. “Gngh… M-me?! Do I have any interest in the Galactic Patrol?!” With his vascular neck on a swivel, he turned around to his right and then his left, eyes scanning the area for anyone else that Beryl might have been asking. When he turned back, the Earthling was staring directly at his enormous stature. “Me…? I.. I don’t know. I don’t think I can do th-”
“GNASH!”
Out of nowhere, the Namekian known as Cordian had appeared once again, though this time with hostility. He brought his right hand up, chopping Gnash in the back of the head before he could verbalize his refusal. The strike caused Gnash to lurch forward a few steps, nearly falling on top of Beryl himself. Before he could topple over, Cordian wrapped his talons around Gnash’s white cloak and yanked him back. Purple coursed throughout his dark green features, brows corrugated inwards to express his external fury.
“What were you about to say?!”
“I-.. I was going to refuse. I can’t just lea-”
“Gnash! Do you not understand what is going on here? Look at this man.” Both Cordian and Gnash glanced towards Beryl, then back at each other.
“Does he look like the type to run a some sort of playground? Some run-of-the-mill organization?”
“No… He’s very powerful.”
“Exactly, no. He is looking for the best of the best. The strongest of the strong. You may not match up to a lot of those in the Universe, but he has still set his sights upon you. A man of this stature, acknowledging your level of power. You should be taking this as an honor.”
“Cordian.. I can’t just leave planet Namek, this is my hom-”
“It’s not your home. You’ve forgotten how observant, and also deceptive, us Nameks can be. I can see straight through you, Gnash. I am able to read you like a book. You don’t want to be here. You don’t feel like you belong here. But because you feel as if you have to pity us, you are turning down an opportunity of a lifetime. WE don’t want you to do that. I don’t want you to do that. You can make something of yourself. Something greater than a Guardian of New Namek. You could be a Guardian of the entire galaxy. So please, Gnash. Don’t let this chance slip through your fingers because you are too busy worrying about us. We will push through whatever this universe has to throw at us, with or without you.”
Cordian pulled Gnash into a deep-rooted hug, squeezing the taller Namekian tightly within his wrinkled limbs.
“Mrmm.. Cordian, one question.. How did you hear all of that?”
He pressed in index finger against one of his ears. “Just because I am old, does not mean these do not work anymore. We all heard it, Gnash. And we all want you to go. We want you to follow your heart. And we can tell your heart does not belong here.” Gnash turned on his heels, looking down over the village. All of the Namekians had been facing them, some waving their arms through the air. Several of them began shouting words of encouragement to the scarred one, things such as; “Go Gnash!” “Follow your heart!” “You can do it, Gnash-san!”
Cordian quickly wrapped both of his hands around Gnash’s shoulders and turned him towards Beryl, shoving him in the human’s direction. Fortunately, the cloaked warrior caught his footing and stood tall before the dark-skinned Earthling, fists resting at his hips. “I have an interest.”
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 19, 2016 19:34:10 GMT
An Earth-raised Namekian? Beryl had heard of them, but he had never met one himself. From Gnash’s description, Namek was the inverse of Earth in terms of sky and plant color. It took a bit for Beryl to get used to the sudden change whenever he first landed on Namek’s surface, but after that, he had come to appreciate the green planet’s beauty and serenity. He could see why the Namekians were known to be a peaceful, meditative people; the planet’s surroundings fostered that sort of behavior. That could’ve been one of the reasons why Beryl relaxed so much once he heard Gnash reassure him that he did have what it takes to make a difference in the galaxy. Hearing Gnash say that his (Beryl’s) power level was one of the strongest out there made Beryl look away sheepishly. Thankfully, the human’s shades somewhat masked his bashful expression but not enough to make it completely unnoticeable. “… I truly appreciate that, Gnash. Thanks for the reassurance,” Beryl thanked, tone genuine. He noted the comment about one particular warrior’s power during the SSE’s invasion of Earth. There were records detailing the encounter about a certain Saiyan managing to ascend to a state beyond the typical yet still very rare Super Saiyan transformation. There were even reports about a golden-furred Oozaru wreaking havoc on one of Earth’s cities. It was news that was both startling and eye-opening; it basically told Beryl that he still had a lot of training to do even with the state he was at. There was no telling what kinds of other freakishly powerful people were out there, but wherever they were – Beryl wanted to be able to stand toe-to-toe with them if it came down to it. These days, power bred malicious intent. “It is no problem, Mr. Cordian. If you need anything from me, please don’t hesitate to ask.” As the Namek elder flew off, Beryl turned his attention back towards Gnash, who was taken rather off-guard once his own power was put into the spotlight. Apparently, Cordian deemed Gnash one of the strongest Namekian warriors on the planet – a fact that Beryl agreed with wholeheartedly. There was one Namekian who was still stronger than Gnash: one that went by the name of Xylo. Beryl made a mental note of the name but still continued to listen. Gnash seemed conflicted about the Galactic Patrol, and it was obvious in his stammering and stuttering. Still, Beryl quietly listened but was startled once Cordian appeared out of seemingly nowhere and karate-chopped Gnash on the back of the head. The hooded Namekian staggered forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over the much smaller Beryl. Beryl screamed internally as Gnash nearly fell on top of him. Thankfully, Cordian managed to yank Gnash back before that happened, causing Beryl to sigh in absolute relief. The last thing he wanted was to get squished by a giant, heavy-weighted Namekian. Gnash’s and Cordian’s conversation was clearly a one-on-one deal in Beryl’s eyes. Thus, the Galactic Patrol leader hushed up, facial expression neutral as Cordian talked some sense into the younger Namekian. To Beryl’s surprise, Cordian urged Gnash to take the offer -- to do more than just keep planet Namek safe. Judging from the cheers Gnash was getting, the other Namekians fully supported the notion as well. After a quick hug, the aged blacksmith shoved Gnash towards Beryl, causing the massive warrior to stumble back towards Beryl again. And once again, Beryl screamed internally, fully expecting for Gnash to fall over and squish him. It didn’t happen though thankfully. “You wouldn’t be getting this much support if they didn’t think you could do this, Gnash,” Beryl stated. “But I’m very glad that you have interest in the Galactic Patrol. You’re the type of agents that I desperately need. I may be the leader, but without people like you, I’m nothing.” It was true in Beryl’s mind, and it helped him stay humble and grounded despite his leadership position. “However, I’m sure you realize that being part of the Galactic Patrol means that there’s a possibility of you being in very dangerous situations, and I do not want to risk your safety if you are unprepared. So, I will need to see how combat-trained you are.” Beryl motioned behind him. “And the way I do that is for us to spar. Don’t worry – I’ll account for the fact that you’re wearing that really heavy clothing. I don’t want you to have to take it off and lose out on the benefits of having them on during training.” After all, Beryl was once a fervent user of heavy weights in the past. “I want you to use anything and everything that you have against me. Do not hold back. If the fighting starts to get out of control, then we’ll end the spar. Sounds fair?” If Gnash agreed, Beryl would start to back up, putting a little bit of space between him and Gnash. He’d then assume a basic, simple fighting stance: fists up and knees bent. His right hand and foot were slightly in front of his left hand and foot. In reality, it looked like a standard boxing stance, one used by left-handed boxers. Gnash would be able to feel Beryl’s power start to drop dramatically until it was practically even with his own. Beryl was holding back tremendously, but he was doing it on purpose. He wanted to see what Gnash could do against an opponent of equal power; that way, Beryl could pay close attention to Gnash’s skill and combat literacy. “Are you ready?” Whenever Gnash was, Beryl suddenly charged forward. Even with his suppressed power, his speed was ridiculous. He’d appear right in front of Gnash and attempted to nail him right in the stomach with a right hook to get Gnash to buckle over. Whether or not it was successful, Beryl would follow up with a quick uppercut right to the chin! Something about Beryl’s strikes was off though, and Gnash would soon find out if he were unfortunate enough to be stricken by them. Two words: they hurt. A lot. PL -- Suppressed to 10,500. Demoralize [UT] Being a straight physical fighter isn’t easy and comes with plenty of disadvantages. However, after learning how to perfect his unique fighting style, Beryl's physical strikes have become ... different. There's something about them that produces far more pain than the usual physical strike and while they may not cause more external or internal damage than other fighters, they often cause anyone who's unfortunate enough to get hit by them to writhe in pain. In terms of what this technique does, it causes all of Beryl's punches to cause far more pain than the typical physical strike which can no doubt mess with a fighter's morale as well as their ability to think and react. Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 19, 2016 23:08:34 GMT
Gnash’s nerves had been calmed for the time being. With Cordian’s heartwarming speech and the plethora of brethren cheering him on from behind, he was filled with an overwhelming amount of courage. Courage was something Gnash didn’t have too much of. Sure, he could encourage others with uplifting speeches, just as Cordian had done with him, but he was never good at motivating himself. The few times that he had been able to were in situations that harbored dire consequences should he not had risen to the challenge. This was a momentous occasion, no doubt about that, but he, or anyone else, wouldn’t particularly be in any danger should he not even join in the first place.
“Thank you, Beryl. To tell you the truth, this sounded amazing right from the get-go. Traveling space and protecting not only my people but the entire galaxy? I don’t know of anyone who, in their right mind, would turn down an opportunity such as this. I am honored that you would even consider me.. I know I pale in comparison to the power in which you possess. So for you to even take notice.. Well, it was astonishing. I apologize for even considering turning this down.” He agreed wholeheartedly with Beryl’s statement. Both of them. If everyone had been pouring the support on top of him like a damned monsoon, then he wouldn’t have been able to do this. He would have turned it down, and ended this unfortunate situation. He was also correct about the fact that he needed members in order to turn this hope, the Galactic Patrol, into a reality. Whether these members had to be like Gnash himself, he knew not.
The scarred Namekian nodded his head, agreeing with the on-site terms Beryl had been laying down. Traveling the galaxy and protecting it from harm would obviously bring forth some deadly scenarios. Ones that could possibly wind up killing him. There was even a chance of running into enemies almost as strong, or as strong as Beryl himself. It was very understandable that Beryl had to be absolutely certain that Gnash could handle himself in a fight. Afterall, if Gnash did become a member of this Patrol, Beryl as the leader would be taking some sort of responsibility for his well-being. If the Namek wasn’t prepared, then he had no business being in a faction meant for the elites.
He wanted a spar. A battle to test Gnash’s combat abilities. Gnash wasn’t unfamiliar with spars, has he was able to participate in a two-on-one spar with his friend Kaito against a particularly strong Saiyan, Riku. They managed to give the Warrior of Darkness a run for his money, despite both Riku and Gnash being inhibited by their training weights. “Alright. I am able to quadruple my power by using an ascended form. It’s called the Great Namek transformation. Am I right to assume that you would like me to use this?” He wanted to set that one last ground rule before accepting this preliminary test. Should he use that form, it would quadruple his power and allow him to take on the strength that he could normally achieve with his weights off.
Gnash manipulated the ki around his body, allowing himself to ascend into the air. He levitated only about ten feet off of the ground, enough for him to hover over Beryl and land behind him. He wanted to keep this battle away from the village, just in case they had started using energy blasts. He didn’t particularly have any restrictions against them, so Gnash had no idea whether or not they were legal. -- Spinning around on his heels, the cloaked warrior brought both of his arms up to remove the hook from his crown, revealing a shining emerald cueball. Gnash took on an extremely similar stance to that of the Earthling, only with his left side stationed a few inches in front of his right. Gnash was predominantly right-handed, and dabbled in a bit of boxing. His golden hues were secured to Beryl’s form, secretly admiring what the hipster had going on. Not only did he have the power to match gods, but he had a nigh-flawless form.
Speaking of power, Gnash could feel Beryl’s plummet like a damned avalanche. It locked in around his power level, weighted. He really was staying true to his word, in that he would lower himself to Gnash’s level in order to see his skills against a similarly leveled adversary. The Namekian gave a simple nod in response.
At the blink of an eye, Beryl disappeared from his spot. Of course, the Namek himself wasn’t stupid. He’d had this card played on him before. He was either going to appear right in front of Gnash, or right behind him. The former proved to be true when the hipster faded into view right before Gnash’s towering figure. He drew his right fist back, pumping it forward like a piston aimed straight for the Namekian’s navel. Gnash had prepared himself somewhat. He didn’t want to look like some fucking fool who couldn’t defend himself. He shifted his body to the left, bringing his left knee up so that Beryl’s arm slide straight across his knee cap, also providing protection from a possible elbow-counter attack from the Earthling. With his right foot still planted firmly to the blue herbs below, he pushed himself into the air. Tucking his torso inwards in mid-air to allow his body to perform a front flip, he whipped his right leg around, heel aimed for the nape of Beryl’s neck.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 20, 2016 4:25:03 GMT
Oh, Gnash was anything but a fucking fool. Blinking as the Namekian nimbly evaded his initial punch, Beryl watched as his initial strike missed miserably. Plus, it opened up Beryl to an inevitable counter-attack. Cursing to himself silently, Beryl did his best to reorient himself, hurriedly trying to reassume his neutral fighting stance. However, he was a little bit too slower; as soon as he stood up, Gnash was already airborne, going so far as to turn a complete flip through the air. The Namekian’s long, muscular leg snapped forward like a python, and Gnash’s heel slammed into Beryl’s neck. With a cough and a sputter, Beryl staggered back from the blow, so much that he nearly was knocked clean off of his feet. However, Beryl managed to stop himself from falling flat on his back; as he recovered, he noticed that Gnash was still airborne, although he’d be touching the ground soon. “You might want to consider your transformation,” Beryl commented as he suddenly charged forward again, aiming to be right in front of Gnash as soon as he landed on the ground. It wasn’t supposed to be a shot at Gnash’s fighting ability or anything; it was more that Beryl wanted to see everything that was in the Namekian’s repertoire. This Great Namek transformation sounded like it granted all sorts of power to its user; if Gnash used it, his power would multiply even further it was now, and then Beryl could truly see why many of Namek’s inhabitants believed Gnash was one of the strongest warriors available. The dark-skinned human’s right leg shot forward in a low kick aimed directly for the Namekian’s left knee. The point of the strike was to try and take away some of Gnash’s mobility, which would hopefully make him easier to hit. Regardless whether or not the kick hit, Beryl spun around in a lightning-fast movement as he launched a spinning backhand right for the center of Gnash’s chest. The last and final strike of the combination was a harsh left straight punch, it too poised to crash into Gnash’s sternum. The last strike was unlike any other that Beryl had thrown. There was no ki in it at all, but if Gnash was hit by it, he’d be sent flying backwards like a ragdoll. The air appeared to crack as the punch was thrown, causing the very earth to tremble from the punch’s unreal power. Just what the hell was it? Capsule Breaker [N1] Capsule Breaker, in the simplest terms, is a technique that dramatically increases the concussive power of Beryl's punches. He proposes that if his power is great enough, he can literally launch people into orbit with a single punch. Is that true? It’s probably best if no one finds out for sure. Deals 33% of PL in damage. Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 20, 2016 5:22:43 GMT
A triumphant grin spread across the Namekian’s green petals when the heel of his right foot smashed into the base of Beryl’s neck with a sickening thud. His arms were raised in the air, both fists clenched as if that would actually strengthen his initial kick. His yellow saucers were trained to Beryl’s every move, watching the dark-skinned human stumble forward. The force behind Gnash’s kick nearly caused the human to face plant, or at the very least fall straight to his ass. Fortunately, he managed to catch himself, palms slapping against the soft dirt. His head snapped around, and Gnash could swear that from behind his hipster shades, he was staring directly at him.
Beryl recommended to Gnash that he utilize his transformation as it would give him the edge in this fight, albeit momentarily. In the grand scheme of things, it was practically useless. Beryl could raise and lower his power level at will. So despite the trump card, Beryl had several more hands to deal. If he so pleased, he could just match Gnash’s Great Namek form in raw power and continue on fighting. While disheartening, he mentally refused to do so. He never wanted to rely on the power of the Great Namek form to put up a fight. He didn’t resent the form at all, but he wanted to prove himself in base form.
“Thanks for the heads up, but I’ll have to decline for right now!”
The Namekian had spoken too soon, allowing his silver tongue to take hold of the battle. With blinding speed, Beryl had dashed towards him once again. He maneuvered himself around with a swiftness unlike any other. So much so that he was able to reach Gnash just as he touched down to solid ground. Instead of going for an open punch, Beryl decided to use his netherlands for this round. His right leg burst forth, the bottom of his shoe going to strike Gnash right in the kneecap. Luckily for the Namekian, he was able to shift his leg back and to the side, narrowly avoiding having his knee completely blown out from underneath. He was still met with an unfortunate pain that jolted up his entire thigh from the inevitable blow.
Biting his tongue to keep from yelping out in pain, Gnash clenched his left fist tightly, allowing his fingers to hide within the palm of his hand. A small portion of his energy flowed from his sternum, down his arm and into his fist as he corkscrewed his arm through the air, knuckles aimed for Beryl’s left cheek. The hipster had once again proven his speed to be unbearable, spinning around on his heels to deliver a punch of his own in the form of a backhand to Gnash’s chest. The strike itself kept Gnash’s punch from connecting, leaving his open palm just a few centimeters from Beryl’s face, so close that his fingers would brush against his smooth skin.
Tapping into the ki he had stored within his hand, he released it all in one volley-ball sized white blast at almost point blank range towards Beryl’s face. After countering with an energy blast to the face, Gnash couldn’t stop his body from sliding back along the grass, knee buckling underneath him. He was feeling the overwhelming pain from Beryl’s backhanded strike course through his entire torso. The air had been taken right out of his lungs, and he could have sworn he tasted a hint of blood along his buds.
“Kami damnit! I didn’t expect him to hit so hard.. It.. It felt like a damned ton of bricks! D-did he break my ribcage with that punch..?”
Gnash quickly brushed his mental dispute aside, rising to his feet. Both of his arms spread outwards, palms open so that they were facing Beryl. Two spheres of yellow energy began forming between his fingers as he spread his feet shoulder length apart. Beryl was obviously the better of the two when it came purely to hand-to-hand, so Gnash was going to have to take a different approach. He had to rely on his ki blasts, which admittedly weren’t his specialty. If all else failed, he’d have to rely on the Great Namek form, or possibly his tonfa.
Hoping that the blast to Beryl’s face would hold him off for at least a few seconds, Gnash charged the one move in his arsenal he thought he’d never use; Apex Rifle. “Hhhhaaaaaaghhhh.. Hyaaaaaggghhhhh… APEX RIIIIIFFLLLLEEE!” Gnash slammed his wrists together, palms facing opposite each other. The two yellow energy spheres combined into one, forming a brilliant golden beam that spiraled through the air towards Beryl.
[N1 Apex Rifle heading for Beryl at a Power Level of 3,454]
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 20, 2016 22:04:09 GMT
If any normal person would’ve gotten kicked by Gnash, their neck would’ve snapped like a damn taco shell. However, Beryl wasn’t any ordinary person; yes, he was human, but he was practically superhuman physically. The kick managed to stun him for a bit, but it wasn’t enough to stop his attempted counterattack. Unfortunately, it didn’t exactly go as planned. Gnash managed to avoid having his knee jacked up by shifting his body so that Beryl’s kick hit him in the thigh instead. Nonetheless, the kick still caused pain and since it did hit Gnash on the leg, Beryl hoped that it would make the Namekian slower, even if it was only a little bit. Gnash aimed to immediately retaliate with a ki-enhanced punch, but Beryl managed to deftly evade it whilst slamming the giant Namekian right in the chest with a spinning back hand. Beryl wasn’t sure if he managed to bust up Gnash’s ribcage; he hoped he didn’t, but this spar was starting to get pretty heated, and Gnash didn’t look like he was cutting any corners when it came to showing Beryl what he was made of. It was probably why Beryl took a ki blast right to the face. Sputtering, the Galactic Patrol leader stumbled backwards, face steaming. Thankfully, his shades weren’t broken just yet, but the point-blank ki attack managed to buy Gnash enough time to charge up another follow-up. It seemed like the Namekian warrior was starting to catch on. If he wanted to beat Beryl, then he would have to utilize his ki as much as possible. It was the main and possibly largest advantage that he had over Beryl, other than the ridiculous size difference between him and the much smaller dark-skinned human. Blinking behind his shades, Beryl spotted the growing, golden ki spheres in Gnash’s palms. Something stronger than just a simple ki blast was about to head Beryl’s way. With a roar, Gnash launched his attack: the Apex Rifle. The two spheres merged into a superhot beam that snaked through the air with frightening speed right towards Beryl. As the dangerous attack neared him, Beryl remained awfully still. He brought his left hand, his dominant hand, up and clenched it into a tight fist. Then, with unrealistic force, he brought it towards the beam in a hard punch. There was an ear-shattering boom from the collision – gusts of wind swept the area, causing the villagers to look on in awe and shock. Just when it looked like Gnash managed to nail Beryl with his Apex Rifle, Beryl’s fist suddenly cleaved the energy beam in half, slicing it into harmless, flashing particles. Afterwards, Beryl shook his fist lightly and nodded in approval at Gnash. “You’re pretty good,” he complimented, wincing a bit at the light burn mark that was on his cheek. He then reassumed his stance and proceeded to edge closer towards Gnash, now set on letting the Namekian strike first. It was already terrifying how Beryl was so calm despite what he just did, but the even scarier part was that he literally punched Gnash’s ki beam into bits. And he did it without using a speck of ki. Grass Cutter [N1] 3,465 PL Grass Cutter allows Beryl's physical strikes to deal piercing and cutting damage. It doesn’t matter if the strike is a punch, elbow, headbutt, kick, knee or anything in between; they all cut the same. This technique can allow Beryl to deliver frightening cuts and lacerations; if the blow is powerful enough, he can even lop off limbs or slice people in half with a single punch. This is a messy technique for sure, but it’s quite lethal as well. Deals 33% of PL in damage. Gnash
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Post by Gnash on Mar 21, 2016 3:15:00 GMT
Gnash’s yellow hues brightened up with the similarly coloured beam of energy he had shot towards Beryl. The Apex Rifle. It was a brilliant yellow energy beam attack that the Namek had originally created to be his “Special” technique. The thing that every warrior who was actually someone possessed. In Gnash’s mind, If ya didn’t have your own signature technique, than you weren’t going to make it. You weren’t going to be memorable. It was a very narrow minded way of thinking, something that contradicted his overall character, but it was something he truly believed in. Of course, after spending a few months away from training, he’d lost any and all skill and power related to the Apex Rifle. In fact, this had been his first ever time using it in a combat situation.
Just as the hooded warrior began to make himself comfortable with his hands retracting to his sides, Beryl had pulled him right back into the battle. The dark-skinned hipster clenched his left fist tightly, obviously showing off that this was his dominant hand. It was quite rare to see someone predominantly left-handed. He cocked his left arm back, knuckles facing the vibrant beam of energy that would evidently blast him away should he not evade. Of course, like the badass martial artist he had been proving himself to be, Beryl did not shy away from this. Instead, he pushed his fist through the air with an uncanny amount of physical force. His darkened knuckles collided with Gnash’s Apex Rifle, the sheer impact from the collision causing a gust of wind to blanket the surrounding area.
Gnash’s jaw would have dropped had he not caught it with the edge of his hand. He’d never seen anyone perform a move like that before, let alone completely negate one of his energy blasts with a mere punch. Or was it more than just a regular punch? Sure, Beryl was strong. He was extremely powerful. But he lowered himself down to Gnash’s level of energy. How was he able to dismiss his energy beam with what looked like minimal effort? Could he have possibly taken a page out of Gnash’s book and infused his fist with Ki? Or could he have used some sort of all new technique? Maybe he had even absorbed it. Gnash did recall feeling his power level spike tremendously near the end of his strike.
“Huh… Wow. I guess I could say the same to you, Beryl! I have never witnessed anyone do something like that before. Usually they counter with an energy beam of their own, or dodge it altogether. You punched it apart.. That’s impressive.” He had to commend the human for doing what he did, but this spar wasn’t over yet. Beryl re-assumed his own battle-stance and began inching around the small plateau. Gnash had shown a lot, but he hadn’t quite shown all of which he was capable of. He wouldn’t be able to bring out his full potential with the weights on, but he could give Beryl a small taste of his regular power. The power he possessed un-weighted.
He was finally going to take Beryl up on his offer. Spreading his legs shoulder length apart, Gnash bent his arms at the elbows, pulling them down so that they were parallel with his waist. His yellow saucers locked on to Beryl’s scooching frame, fingers curling into his palms to form fists. His arms were the first to bulk up in size, followed shortly by both legs and then his torso. His entire frame grew about a foot in size. Unfortunately for Beryl, his stature wasn’t the only thing that increased; His energy levels skyrocketed. Jumping from ten thousand to twenty thousand.. From twenty thousand to thirty thousand.. From thirty thousand to forty thousand.
The engorged Namek straightened himself out, now standing before Beryl at a height of 8’8”. The confident smile crept upon the edges of his mouth as his body became surrounded in a cloak of lime-green ki. Before continuing on with the spar, he figured he would at least give Beryl a little heads up, if he didn’t notice already. “This is my Great Namek form. It allows me to quadruple my own power level.. So with these weights on, this is around the power level I would possess without them on. I’ve trained myself to stay at a relative size for combat.. Growing up to twenty or thirty feet tall seems a bit tedious in terms of battling. Much bigger target that way.. I prefer to keep myself around the same height, if possible.”
The Namekian shut his yap, thinking it about time to show Beryl what he was truly made of. He dropped back down into his boxer-like stance before disappearing into thin air. Within mere seconds, he re-appeared right behind Beryl, his left arm raised into the air so that his mouth rested into the crook of his elbow. He intended to bring his bony edge down into the back of Beryl’s neck once more in an attempt to stun him. If successful, he would bring his right knee into the hipster’s back to send him flying forth, bringing his palms to the forefront to fire off a round of white ki blasts in his direction.
-------------------------------------------------------- Great Namek form activated! Gnash's Power Level now rising to a total of 41,876.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 22, 2016 2:10:14 GMT
“If I could make energy beams, then I would’ve. However, I can’t.” It was an answer that was to the point. It was bound to make Gnash ponder now; surely, someone as strong as Beryl was capable of utilizing ki-based techniques, right? Well, needless to say, Gnash was in for a surprise once he found out Beryl’s handicap. Beryl stopped his approach once he felt the Namekian’s power fluctuate wildly. It remained at the same level before making a steady climb. The ground rumbled; grass swayed in the gusts of wind bursting from Gnash’s body. The Namekian’s entire physique bulked, and his already towering physique grew further in height. In a matter of moments, Gnash hit a growth splurt – growing a foot taller as a result of his transformation. Beryl watched in horror as the already giant, green slug became that much larger. At this point, he could literally step on Beryl and squash him like an ant. The fanged grin plastered on Gnash’s visage didn’t help with Beryl’s confidence either. Beryl’s facial expression was somewhat masked by his stylish shades, but Gnash could probably hear the internal screaming resonating through the Galactic Patrol leader’s mind right about now. While Gnash explained what the Great Namek form was, Beryl listened quietly while silently calculating what Gnash’s estimated power was at now. It was certainly larger than before, and if the warrior had his weights off, his power level reading would easily be in the hundred-thousands. Hearing that it was possible for a Namekian to grow twenty to thirty feet tall with the same transformation was definitely an eye-opener for Beryl, a terrifying one at that. That was around the same size as an Oozaru – one transformation that Beryl hadn’t witnessed firsthand yet thankfully. Once Gnash dropped back into his combat stance, Beryl did the same. The Namekian’s form faded from view, causing Beryl to narrow his eyes from behind his sunglasses. Just as he expected, the sudden increase in Gnash’s height and muscle mass didn’t undermine his speed. It was just like when Abzerute, a certain sun-burned Arcosian, transformed into his brute form. Abzerute was almost as tall as Gnash, perhaps a little smaller, but definitely more deadly. Then again, it wasn’t like Gnash wasn’t dangerous himself, and he was definitely proving that with the fierce strikes he was sending Beryl’s way. Beryl didn’t have enough time to alter his power output to match Gnash’s. The Namekian’s elbow slammed into the back of the dark-skinned human’s neck, causing him to lock up on the spot. Beryl’s head rattled, and his vision blurred. Before he could make sense of what was going on, he was kneed in the back. The blow sent him sailing through the air; if he were a lot weaker than Gnash, that knee strike would’ve shattered his spine. A volley of ki blasts zeroed in on Beryl as he was still flying through the air. Waving his arms about, he swatted the barrage away from him; he was even able to do it in such a way that the ki blasts would fly back at Gnash! Beryl’s feet touched the ground, and after skidding back a short distance, he lunged forward, trailing behind the reflected ki blasts. If he managed to get close to Gnash, he’d attempt to batter the giant Namekian with an adrenaline-fueled chain of rapid punches with the last punch having the power to send the green titan flying backwards. PL -- Increased to 40,500. Quick Access [N1] 13,365 PL Beryl quickly engages his target before attempting to pummel them with a series of rapid punches. The twentieth and last punch sends the target flying backwards, that is if it hits. While each individual punch isn't particularly powerful, the sheer number of hits quickly piles on the damage; it's not out of question for victims to literally be beaten into a pulp if they eat all of the hits. Deals 33% of PL in damage. Gnash
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