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Post by Samba on Apr 7, 2016 1:04:58 GMT
Samba's face was shifting between horror, determination, rage, and sorrow as he observed the destroyed visage of Satan City. Even though he knew that this wasn't supposed to be real, the simulation was still one hundred percent authentic with the real thing, and it made him stagger slightly when the full impact of a triumphant SSE invasion could have been like if no one had stopped them the last time they tried to invade the Earth. The Zoan ignored the pressure slamming on his shoulders, too enthralled by what his eyes were seeing to bother about it, besides he was already getting used to it anyway with his new power up covering his body with a bluish-white aura. He had been with Belle and Gnash before the simulation had started but the moment it began he had lost track of them really fast. "Everything... feels so real." Even the harsh wind shifting across his fur felt very much real, and the sound of crashing thunder and the booming clouds overhead also felt very much like the authentic thing. Before he could observe more of this destruction the male had to jump up and away from the building he stood on, as it quickly was bombarded with a barrage of ki spheres making it blow up sky high. "Well well well, what do we have here." A cocky voice sounded from in front of him, and the Wolf Zoanthrope turned wildly, lips peeling back into a snarl to stare at the face of a Saiyan floating in the air some feet away from him. "Did you do this?!" Samba roared his question, his Ki sense flickering on and told him that this Saiyan was stronger than him by a stretch, but even so that did not stop him from wanting to cave the man's face in. The Saiyan laughed. "What are you going to do about it if I did?" The Saiyan quickly got his answer as one hundred eighty-six pounds of enraged empowered Zoan crashed against him and started to attack him with a myriad of blows aimed to quickly incapacitate and even kill. As he fought this Saiyan; Samba wondered at the back of his mind how Gnash and Belle were doing wherever they ended up once this simulation started. Hopefully, they were doing okay. Thread PL: 53854 || Heavyweights: 13464 || Uncollared(x3): 40392 || Gravity Training [2/2]
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Post by Gnash on Apr 7, 2016 2:05:30 GMT
[Thread PL: 87,524 -- Gravity Training 2/2]
A week or so had passed between the time in which Gnash had conquered times fifty normal gravity with his fellow Galactic Patrols members and now. Since then, he’d traveled across the Eastern Lands and even the massive Satan City with his companion Zam-Zam. They even took a gander in the Northern part of the continent, using the harsh environments as ample training locations. Despite not being in gravity, they still had to keep up their training. They always had to. The imminent threat of some evil organization attacking planet Earth was always looming over Gnash’s conscience, day in and day out.
When Gnash was phoned up by both Samba and Belle being requested to train with them in this all new simulation device inside of Taichou’s gravity chamber, he obviously could not pass up the opportunity. It fell on unfortunate ears when they spoke of the situation this simulation would throw them into; They would be tossed into a world where the SSE had taken over during their invasion of Earth. All of Earth’s defenders were ultimately defeated, and the trio had to survive in a world filled with shit-tossing monkeys hell-bent on causing the utmost destruction of any living being.
Within five minutes of arriving in the gravity chamber, the two had already configured the simulation device. Gnash had the honor of being the first one inside, followed by the others. It seemed as if they had gotten separated upon the initial entry, as when he stepped into the decimated lands of Satan City, Samba and Belle were nowhere in sight. As his yellow hues crossed over each and every bit of charred, dilapidated building lying in his wake, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of uneasiness gnawing at the bit of his collarbone. This seemed too real, as if it had actually happened. This is what Earth would have looked like had valiant heroes not stepped up to the plate and did battle with the evil that threatened their globe.
“Kami..” The Namekian uttered underneath his breath. He was astonished, to say the least. He shouldn’t have expected any less of the mongrels that plagued their existence. Some were nice, of course. Like Cornatto, and Riku, and Celmaru. Those were Saiyans that Gnash had actually gotten along with, and they didn’t seem to have any relations with the damned SSE. “To think, this is what would’ve happened if they’d won.. Hmph. I guess I should be thanking all of those heroes back on Earth.”
“What’s up, Cucumber?” An arrogant tone dragged along his sensitive ears, causing them to twitch around inside the sanctuary of his hood. When he turned on his heels, a vascular man dressed in Saiyan battle armor floated across the way, arms crossed along his chest. He had a grimace on his face and a stare that would turn any normal being into a pile of smoldering ash. His voice was deep and commanding, resounding throughout the desolate landscape. “I thought Commander Scalli had rid of you lot.. I suppose snakes are common. I am curious though as to how you managed to slip through two sweeps of our scouters. Your power level is incredibly high, so it is doubtful that we missed you not once, but twice.”
The Saiyan questioned, quirking a brow towards his green foe. Gnash stood his ground and sauntered forward, unleashing a hellish glare from beneath the white hood. “I’m a lot smarter than you may think. The ability to suppress one's power is very common, though I can see why a dung-flinging ape like yourself wouldn’t have the intellect to be able to comprehend that.” Gnash decided to play along with this little game. Of course, any time he wanted, he could probably end this simulation. But there was something about this Saiyan.. Something about his tone that made Gnash want to go along with this charade.
Gnash’s backfire sliced at the pride of the Saiyan, prompting him to drop his arms down to his sides and land on the roof of the building Gnash had been perched on. “Since you’re a shrewd man, you must know by now that you’re going to be completely and utterly eradicated from this plane.” His eyes met Gnash’s, a crimson aura surrounding both of his fists.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 2:49:50 GMT
Thread PL: 21,504 | HW: 5,376
The hum of the gravity chamber surrounded her, as familiar as a safety blanket now. Hannibelle Evensong stepped inside as Gnash configured the device, setting it for some simulation or other. Nervous, who, her? Naw, surely not. Then again, she’d never done simulation training before. Pulling her hair up and back into a high ponytail, Belle braced herself as the machine turned on. The world as she knew it dissolved around her, replaced by a desolated human city she vaguely recognized as Satan City. Beneath all the other sounds and images was the low, distinct hum of the chamber, but she was pressed tight against the floor due to the increased Gravity.
But she overcame that faster than it took her in the past, pushing up and getting back in the game as someone shouted at her for help. It was a Saiyan, and from all appearances he’d been injured. Despite knowing the Saiyans did this to the city, Belle couldn’t leave someone in so much pain. It wasn’t until she already made her way over that she realized the mistake she’d made. The Saiyan lunged, hand outstretched and landing on her throat, squeezing tight. It was all she could do to take a breath. The fingers of her left hand scrambled in her pocket for the small microphone she carried there, rigged to turn into a short sword at her manipulations.
A flaw in her plan presented itself: she needed to sing to activate this stupid contraption! Finding inspiration from her new boss and mentor, she shoved hard at the Saiyan’s chest with a palm strike, gasping in a deep breath when he let go with a grunt. Springing to her feet she sang into the mic, the bottom elongating into the sword form, and she hurled it at her new foe. Green eyes narrowed dangerously she smirked as he hit the guy in the torso before hurtling back to her outstretched hand like a boomerang.
He sent a Ki blast her way which she barely managed to dodge, rolling into it and coming back up once more thankful for her training and genetics as a dancer. Vaguely she wondered if Samba and Gnash were alright, but for now she had to focus on getting herself out of trouble before worrying more about them.
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Post by Samba on Apr 7, 2016 3:38:37 GMT
"Come on, this is barely a warm up for me!" The Saiyan taunted him, and Samba's teeth gritted so hard against one another that he was afraid to chip a tooth in. "Your power level almost reaches my own. But they're still quite a gap in our strength, though how is it that our scouting squad didn't manage to pick your energy is a mystery to me." With an almost languid counter, the male backhanded Samba hard, sending him flying back slightly and nursing a badly throbbing cheek for his troubles.
"Grr... I will never forgive you for destroying my planet! My home! I will murder you!" Samba roared his anger to the Saiyan before him, who merely chuckled merrily at the earthling's rage, honestly he had heard so many declarations of the same time that they kinda lost their meaning after a while. "I heard that so many times, from so many different species, but honestly it gets boring after a while."
With another snarl of rage Samba dove back into the friend, though his speed suddenly doubled for the briefest moments and that caught the Saiyan off guard just enough for him to get within the male's guard and deliver a fast barrage of precise strikes, punches, and haymakers across the invader's body, his blows were strong enough that they managed to chip the male's armor and cause considerable damage to his body.
It didn't last long, however, as before he could deliver the final double clawed palm strike to hit the male's chest to finish his Ashura Dream Fist technique, with a yell the Saiyan shot Samba off and away from him with a point blank range energy wave attack, throwing the Zoan for a spin across the air before he righted himself just before he would have crashed into a nearby building.
"Feh. You got some fighting spirit in you I see..." The Saiyan rubbed his split lip with the back of his hand, uncaring of how it came off wet with his life force. "That's good. But I am a Saiyan Elite! You cannot hope to match my power!" With that prideful statement made the Saiyan gathered energy in his palms and attacked Samba with a continuous Ki blast barrage.
Samba dodged most of the blasts with his natural speed, even with his heavyweights bringing him down slightly, and those that he couldn't dodge in time he slapped away with his hands or with Ki blast of his own. "Take this! Full Moon Cannon!" Samba charged an energy sphere on his palm, letting it charge and become the size of a large beach ball before he threw it at the Saiyan.
There was a very loud boom when it connected, and a large mushroom cloud that could be seen for miles rose into the air for a few moments. Samba knew that that attack wouldn't have been enough to kill off the Saiyan, so he quickly centered himself and started to draw energy for another attack once the male decided that playing hide and seek was over...
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Post by Gnash on Apr 7, 2016 18:04:06 GMT
On cue, the two warriors clashed with one another, their fists colliding in the blink of an eye. The shock waves produced from such an impact shattered the building floor below, requiring both of the combatants to manipulate the ki around their bodies in order to fly. A mixture of red and white energy intertwined around each other and lashed out at the falling chunks of stone and glass, shattering them to bits and pieces. Both warriors grit their teeth together, eyes locked onto each other. Neither one was willing to let the other get the upper hand in this little bout. This small test of strength also harbored a test of wills. Who would break first?
The question was answered when the Saiyan conceded, Gnash’s overwhelming strength proving to be too much. He punched his way past the Saiyan’s fist, knocking him several feet back in the air. Gnash straightened himself up with a smirk, a pillar of steam billowing from each and every single one of his knuckles. His yellow eyes were trained to the Saiyan who struggled to regain his composure as he tumbled through thin air. “Are you absolutely positive you would still like to continue this, monkey?” Gnash taunted him, white cape flapping in the dusty breeze. When it came to battling these things, Gnash threw humbleness to the wind. He wanted to fight fire with fire, or in this case, arrogance with arrogance.
“Gmnnhh..” A disgruntled growl slipped between the Saiyan’s lips. He stabilized himself, pulling his red-braced arms to his sides. He was dumbfounded on the fact that a race different than his could best him in a match of strength. “Do you think you’re a hotshot, huh? Because I lost my footing? You’re an imbecile!” The rage building within his hairy features was clear. It grew by the second, and made no signs of halting the boiling pot any time soon.
Gnash brought his arms up before him in a boxer-light stances, awaiting the Saiyan’s reckless charge. It didn’t come. Instead, this piece of trash managed to calm himself down. Gnash lowered his arms, glaring through the small crack between to catch a glimpse of the Saiyan’s stern expression. He had a shroud of crimson energy circulating around his body, and his power level began rising. “So he was holding back… His power level is around the same level as mine, maybe even high-” The Namekian’s eyes bulged from their sockets as the Saiyan appeared right in front of him, plunging his left heel into Gnash’s abdomen.
“Gaaaaaaagghhh!” A concoction of saliva and blood streamed from his mouth, arms and legs throw before his torso from the impact. Gnash’s body was sent flying downwards on a diagonal angle. His body smashed through several different buildings, leaving giant, seven-foot-eight namekian shaped holes in the foundations. Gnash’s flight was finally stopped when he crashed into a run-down semi-truck. His body had hit the compartment in the back so hard that he pierced through the metal and dented the wall on the other side. Had he not broken through the wall of the semi-truck, Gnash would have bet on himself being knocked completely unconscious. In fact, upon the initial breakthrough, he did black out for a brief moment, only being woken by the second impact.
“Phhth..” He pressed his palms against the truck bed, lifting his torso a few inches above the solid surface. He turned his head to the side, spewing out a pool of purple blood. Through the hole his body had made to his right, a faint red light poked at the edges of his right eye. He turned to see the Saiyan floating before him, palm outstretched towards the Namekian as he charged a sphere of energy. “I told you, you’re going to be eradicated.”
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2016 16:40:23 GMT
“Oh, you’ll pay for that one,” the Saiyan said and began to charge some attack. Swallowing hard, Belle split in two and both ran in opposite directions. If she could just confuse him or gain the upper hand, she’d be good to go. Both Belle’s began channeling their own ki, microphone swords in hand, both charging slightly different attacks. One would charge her best homing and the other just best in general. Combined, she hoped to overpower him in general, but at the very least she’d get this attack off for sure.
The three stared at each other in a stalemate of sorts and Belle narrowed her eyes as they all continued charging their respective abilities. It was times like now she wished she could throw a basic Ki Blast, but that was something she never managed to learn. Her self-taught history was botched and poorly put together in stolen moments between interviews, concerts, movies, charity gigs and all the other demands constantly shoved into her schedule. Heck, this whole ‘splitting’ thing as Beryl called it had been a damned fluke.
Blowing off some steam in the exercise room, Belle put everything into that dance routine, frustrated at her agent and manager not talking to each other. This whole operation sometimes felt like amateur hour! She knew it wasn’t, really, that normally her team was a well oiled machine but why had her manager and agent booked her on separate interviews for the same time slot in the morning? Tyler claimed they must have done it at the same time, gone into the database that managed her schedule in a tech savvy way that usually worked for everyone, but something glitched this time. Whatever the case, Belle was pissed because she just couldn’t, within the laws of physics, be in two places at once.
Not one to hold a grudge, Belle usually worked her issues out by working out or letting the person know how they wronged her, whichever felt more appropriate. One and done, once she got out her feelings and situation got resolved, that was it and she let it go. Now was a time for action because there was no real ‘reasoning’ with computer glitches, now was there? Taking a look in the large mirror that took over one wall completely, Belle watched her form as she went through the movements of a new dance they were learning for a show. Deciding to channel her Ki and attempt, once more, the throw something as basic as a blast she slipped down into a split and literally...split. Suddenly she started toward her right and looked at herself, and then she screamed and the clone disappeared.
The two Belle’s emerged at once and both jumped at their foe with matching looks of loathing in their eyes, bodies moving in sync, microphones in hand as the bottoms elongated into short swords. His own attack went off and as one Belle jumped back, avoiding it, the other remained to deliver several well placed strikes with the sword only to get blasted back and into a wall which shattered upon impact, burying her in the rubble. As the clone disappeared, the pop star’s focus devolved until the world swam in gray dots and then all she saw was black.
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Post by Samba on Apr 10, 2016 2:32:45 GMT
"Is that all?" The sound of teeth gritting together came out of Samba's muzzle when the dust cloud settled and showed the Saiyan to be almost relatively unharmed save for how his armor was broken in places, one pant leg was torn from the knee down and he was missing a glove from his right hand. Besides the scuff marks on his body, the male didn't seem to have been affected that much from his attack. "Come now, I know you were not using your full power. That held like, what, merely 33% of your true strength?" The Saiyan crossed his arms over his chest and cocked a brow at the Zoanthrope as if to say 'stop playing with me and get to the fucking point already.'
"Grrr. You cheeky little twatwaffle." The Zoan would grumble under his breath but obliged the male by suddenly dashed forth at a speed that belied his great bulk, decking the Saiyan across the face but scowled when the shimmer of an afterimage blurred from existence. Barely a second passed before Samba's own afterimage blurred as a fist speared where his head used to be. "Feh. For your size, you certainly move very fast. Mongrel."
"Seriously, do you like the sound of your voice or do you ever stop talking?" Samba knocked the Saiyan off kilter with a strong elbow strike against the male's back. The Saiyan righted himself with a quick burst of Ki to stop his flying and whirled around, hands alight with stored power. "Just drop on your knees and beg for forgiveness and I might consider sparing your pathetic life!" With that threat made the male thrust his hands forward and unleashed a rain of energy spheres, and Samba was hard pressed to dodge most of them without recurring to letting himself get hit.
Samba dodged the fast energy sphere barrage as best as he could, while letting some hit and bashed others aside with his hands or with a Ki blast in return. Ever so slowly the Zoanthrope was getting closer and closer to the Saiyan, a smirk blossoming on his face as an idea came into his mind. It had worked with a Saiyan before, so maybe it would work with the rest? "I was not your mother last night!" He just couldn't do it, he had to make a joke against the Saiyan's expense, and almost got his head taken off for his troubles.
"Actually, I take that back. I wouldn't touch your mother with a ten-foot pole anyway." Taunting. It always seemed to work with those that had a temper hidden deep within their cool facade, and enemies that let their anger get a hold of them were bound to make mistakes and let their guard wide open.
"You..." The Saiyan's eye twitched and he gritted his teeth, already seeming that he was slowly letting Samba's jab get the better of him. "Alright, that's it, you die now." The Saiyan invader cupped his hand at his sides, and a crimson sphere began to shine between his hands as he charged his technique. "Be grateful, not many get to see my technique and live to tell the tale."
"Funny." Samba narrowed his eyes as he brought his palm out and concentrated, soon enough a ball of Ki began to form and expand rapidly as he kept feeding energy into it. "I seem to still be alive." If he could just keep going and make the Saiyan see red, perhaps he'd end this battle swiftly and look for Belle and Gnash. They must be somewhere around here, and hopefully they were without any sort of critical injury.
"Not for much longer, you won't!" The male yelled as he began to power up, a crimson aura outlining his body as the crimson light shone brighter and brighter as it reached its apex. "Take this! Hell's Flash!" With that cry the male flung his hands forward, releasing the stored power of the charged attack at Samba.
The Wolf Zoan stopped charging his technique when it reached its apex as well, and with a mighty lunge, he threw the large ball of death against the incoming energy wave with a cry of. "Full Moon Cannon!" When the two attacks connected there was a very loud bang that reverberated for miles, it was loud enough to make Samba's ears ring slightly.
The two attacks struggled and fought against one another, one would push the other down towards it creator before it gained a second wind and pushed the other back with all its might. Soon enough something gave, there was another very loud bang as the two attacks exploded, flinging both warriors harshly away and crashing into many buildings.
For a moment, there was quiet, peaceful silence.
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Post by Gnash on Apr 10, 2016 19:14:07 GMT
With the sphere of scarlet energy threatening to blow brains out from above, Gnash only had one option; Surrender. The Namekian slowly lifted himself from the dented metal, raising both of his bulky arms into the air, palms facing the Saiyan. A flick of his neck was all it took for his hood to drop back and rest against his upper back, cradled right in between his shoulder blades. He took a few steps forward, the Saiyan’s ball of energy trained on him like a sniper. He vaulted himself out of the bed of the semi-truck and onto the cracked streets below. “Alright, ya’ got me. I’m done. You win.”
The Saiyan stayed afloat, though the ball of energy faltered at the Namek’s mention of conceding. Never in a million years would he have thought that this Namekian would so easily give himself up and accept death. “Hmph. Way to prove my point. We should’ve committed genocide upon your disgusting race when we had the chance. Nothing but a bunch of mindless slugs who choose peace over violence, as if that will somehow get them anywhere in life. You’re delusional.” A cocky smirk spread across his lips as he lowered his arm, slowly lowering himself towards the ground. As soon as the energy ball dissipated into thin air, Gnash took his chance. He launched himself into the air, ramming his shoulder pauldron into the gut of the Saiyan in a spear-like formation. The metal prongs digging into his torso surely cracked a few ribs and prompted a stream of blood to splash across the Namekian’s back.
The two crashed through two buildings, their final being inside of one of those establishments. The Saiyan was released from Gnash’s bear-hug like grip, sending his entire body to skid across the office room floors and into one of the few desks that managed to survive this devastation. Gnash was lying on his stomach, face first in the thick layer of ash that blanketed just about everything in the city. He slid both of his arms to the fore front, palms smashing through the layer of soot. They found their mark on the hard floor, allowing him to push himself to his feet once more. “You’re delusional if you actually thought I would lie down and die without so much as a second thought.”
Gnash adjusted his shoulder pauldron, which had become askew during that short scuffle. He raised his arms in the air, circulating a ring of white energy around his body. He knew this fight wouldn’t be over, not for a little while longer. He heard a few cracks resonate within his chest cavity, giving him reason to believe that he’d broken a few of the Saiyans ribs. That would definitely give him an edge in this fight.
The Saiyan stirred in a pile of his own defeat underneath the office desk, clutching his midsection tightly. He pursed his lips to spit forth a glob of stringy saliva mixed with his own blood. He strained his muscles against solid surfaces in order to bring himself to a fighting stance. Obviously the injured torso forced him into a rather sluggish state of mind and body, but he was a Saiyan. A warrior. A barbarian. He wouldn’t let that stop this fight. His race thrived in situations like this.
“Round two, shit-bag.” --- “Indeed!”
The two warriors charged at each other, throwing a flurry of fists and elbows and headbutts and knees and kicks. Just about any part of your body you could throw to injure the other person they used. At this point, neither of them cared if it didn’t look eloquent or skilled. Both of them wanted to win this for the people that they held dear, more so on Gnash’s part. He wanted to impress people he cared about, and this Saiyan wanted to impress people he would one day surpass. Every single blow they landed on one another rippled a shock-wave with enough force to shake the entire building. After a few seconds of this brutal brawling, the walls around them caved in around them, a protective sphere of white energy surrounding the two men. Neither of them would back down, and neither of them would give in. They were going to win this for their own cause.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2016 19:30:02 GMT
As Belle came to, the Saiyan’s fist about to connect with her face, she rolled out of the way with an undignified, quiet yelp. Rocks exploded in the very spot her head was just in and she turned, adjusting her body weight, aiming a kick between this jerk’s legs. His eyes widened in surprise and pain and she used the momentary distraction to get up and roundhouse him in the face. And that was how the tide of battle turned in her favor as, unrelenting, she aimed punches and kicks at him until he lay as a bloody heap on the ground. A rage filled inside of her, a hunger waking desperate and needy, and yet the steady, low hum of the Gravity Chamber reminded her that it wasn’t real. None of this was real.
He raised a hand and shot a Ki blast at her which took her in the arm and she fired back, jumping in and slashing at him with the sword before darting back. Her body burned from the intensity of the fight, of the training, muscles strained and aching. Vaguely, and not for the first time, she wondered where everybody was. Edging along the side of one wall she turned and spotted Samba fighting his own false nemesis and then both went flying. Without a second thought, and despite any quarrels she might or might not have with the Zoan, Belle ran towards him to make sure he was okay. After all, they were still teammates, still working against common enemies and for the greater good together. For better or worse, their lives were entwined and it wasn’t just the two of them, either. All of them formed a collective with Beryl at the head, and they would be his arms for destruction and apprehending criminals, the legs that supported him in all the weighted decisions he had to make and also there to balance and keep the man in check.
Together, they’d be strong, but separation left them weak as they discovered in this simulation. “Samba, are you alright?” she asked, kneeling down next to him when she finally found him.
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Post by Samba on Apr 11, 2016 19:26:05 GMT
Groaning slowly the Zoanthrope used his generous strength to move away the hefty piles of rubble he lay under so it would stop crushing his body with their combined weight. The Wolf Zoanthrope had his eyes closed tightly as he shook his head to get rid of the dizzing feeling, only to yelp in alarm and held the side of his head with one hand when he suddenly felt very sick. "Oh god, please world stop spinning, otherwise I'll puke." Samba groaned again, feeling a lump forming in his throat which he hastily swallowed back down. Once he finally felt better the Zoanthrope would open his eyes and wonder to himself. "Did I..." He looked into the distance, seeing smoke raising from where at the other side of the battlefield the corpse of his opponent hopefully lay under a pile of rubble. "Got him? I hope he's dead. That was actually quite intense. I think this simulator is doing too good of a job at making it real." The Zoan blinked and turned towards the familiar voice, smiling slightly as he saw Belle appeared next to him. "Don't worry about me, Belle. I'm fine, it'd take a lot more than crashing against buildings to slow me down." It was true, his body was thankfully very resillient but he didn't came out of that unschathed at all, there were tears and rips on his attire and blood could be seen matting down his fur where he cut himself when he crashed. "But are you okay though? In any case, let me just get up and dush myself off, we need to find Gnash and pronto." Who knew what kind of opponent Gnash was facing himself, at least Belle seemed done with her own opponent judging by how she looked to have come from a battlefield herself. "You stupid, imbecile of a mutt!" An enraged voice shouted in the distance, there was an outburst of blinding light and suddenly the previously thought dead Saiyan emerged from that pile of rubble with a scream of power. "How is it, that you, a mere earthling, nothing more than gum beneath my shoe, is giving me so much trouble!" The Saiyan had his lips peeled into a snarl, and his eyes seemed crazed as they stared at Belle and Samba. "Me! I am an elite, the best of the best! There's no way that you're beating me, you hear me!""Will you shut your trap already!" Samba scoffed as he used a piece of rubble beside him to prop himself up. "Elite this, elite that. It doesn't matter if you're an elite, or low and mid-class! You Saiyans are all about that stupidity and your foolish pride. Well guess what, if you take that away then you're nothing!" The Wolf was sick and tired of their mindset, it reminded him of back then when two Saiyans invaded his hometown and deemed everyone as weak trash that should be taken out. "It alls boils down to the will to succeed and hardwork, birthright might play a signficant part on that but it nevers decides who shall live and who shall perish!""Why... you... little..." The Saiyan's eyes dilated into mere pinpricks, a sea of white being nothing more that could be seen, the male had entered into a rage. "Hehehe... hehehe... hahaha!" The male laughed crazily, spit flying as he did so. "Will to succeed!? Harkwork?! Don't make me laugh!" Suddenly the male raised a palm and after a brief moment of concentration a small white ball of Ki hovered slightly from it, he spoke next; his voice sounded crazed and high pitched. "Alright then, you're telling me that birthright doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things?" The male smirked as he threw the ball into the sky, the dark clouds parting and finally letting the light of the crescent moon rain down upon the battlefield. But that didn't matter for much longer, as when the ball got into a certain distance the Saiyan closed his hand into a tight fist, and suddenly the moon's light was replaced with a luminous ball of artificial light in the sky. And Samba realized with a cold chill down his spine what the Saiyan was planning to do. "So, Earhtling, let's see what your mighty hardwork can do against this!" The Saiyan was looking right at the ball of light in the sky, a soft chuckle that soon enough evolved into a crazed laughter escaping the man. "N-no... not this... anything but this..." Samba almost whimpered as he took a few steps back, eyes wide as he watched the Saiyan's form twitch and bulge outward at a rapid rate, his clothes tearing apart as he outgrew them and leaving him in nothing but a pair of skin-tight underwear of some kind underneath and his pair of boots that seemed to grow with the transformation. Not that garnered Samba's full attention considering that the Saiyan was growing larger by the second, his body becoming enveloped in a thick layer of black fur and slowly becoming more animalistc, like a cross between a large hairy muscular gorilla and a wolf. Which, considering the irony of that stament, the Wolf Zoanthrope felt like the Saiyan was ripping off on his Species with that transformation somehow. With a final roar the beast finally was complete, outlined by the light of the artificial moon in the sky, and with those red eyes and wild grin, it truly was a beast of nightmares. The giant monster looked down at them with that same grin, his chuckle like the grating of rocks against one another searing into the Wolf's ears. "Alright then, earthling scum, let's see what you can do now." With a mighty sweep of his humongous arm the giant monster aimed to literally sweep the floor with Samba and Belle. While the Zoanthrope was surely freaking the fuck out and almost petrified by the beast before him, he wasn't stupid enough to stand still and away his death like this. "Belle, we need to move!" With speed that he wasn't sure to possess normally, Samba quickly grabbed Belle's with a strong arm and with another push of his Ki he hastely evaded the attack, if he had taken mere nanoseconds longer they might have not dodged that powerful blow without some serious injury. "Come back here, and face your demise like a true warrior!" The Oozaru roare his anger as he gave chase to the flying weaklings before him.
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Post by Gnash on Apr 11, 2016 23:48:22 GMT
The two warriors embraced each other in a heated passion of strikes. The brawl was nearly even, both of them landing punches and kicks and knees upon the other. Inside of the small energy ball they were both contained in, it soon filled with saliva and blood. Purple and red rained down upon the streets below. They definitely wouldn’t be winning any beauty pageants anytime soon. Gnash’s left cheek and the left side of his mouth had puffed up, splotches of purple blood smudged into his green skin. The Saiyan looked no better with the entire right side of his face swelling up like a damn frog.
“How long can you keep this up, Slug?!” As the battle raged on, the Saiyan felt his inner monkey start to boil. He was getting more and more arrogant with each set of emerald knuckles that slammed into the side of his face. This ego exploded from between his lips when his own strikes landed. “Keep yourself focused! If you don’t, you might not be able to catch your opponent!” Gnash taunted, breaking the seemingly never-ending clash of fists. He dipped torso backwards so that he was horizontal with the ground. His right leg swung through the air like a whip, the middle of his shin aimed for the Saiyan’s temple. He brought his left arm up, using the base of his forearm and bicep to take the brunt of Gnash’s attack. His lips curled into that universal grin that most Saiyans took on whenever they proved their opponent wrong. “What was that, you slimy piece of fuckin’ trash?!”
His victory was cut short when Gnash’s left knee crashed into the underside of his chin, causing his jaws to close down upon his slithery tongue. One eye completely shut out of pain while the other glanced down at the rogue piece of flesh floating in the air. The impact of his teeth clamping down upon his tongue caused him to bite the tip of the fleshy muscle clean off. Blood cascaded down his jawline, covering up any bit of skin that surrounded his mouth. Gnash used the momentum from his knee to back-flip through the air and straighten himself out, watching his adversary release a blood-curdling scream. His hands instinctively traveled towards his mouth, wrapping around his drenched jawline. “Ye-.. Ye dayum suugg!”
“I’m sorry, but I told you so.” Gnash readied himself to advance forward and finish this battle while the Saiyan was pre-occupied with his severed tongue, only to freeze in mid-air. His radar was picking up on Samba’s power level, which spiked to unimaginable levels. “Oh, crap! I completely forgot about them.. Belle is here somewhere as well. I hope they’re ok..” Gnash turned his attention back to the Saiyan, only to meet his fist up close and personal. The Namekian’s cheek was smushed up against the side of his face. He was sent reeling backwards a good twenty or thirty feet, leaving the Saiyan in the air alone to scream bloody murder.
“Aaaaaaaaaghhh- Gnfgoooff!” He was silenced by a swift chop to the back of his neck. A Gnash surrounded in an aura of white ki appeared behind him, effectively knocking him unconscious. Within the span of a few seconds, Gnash had activated his Ro’Senzai and teleported behind the Saiyan. As much as he wanted to go a few more rounds and test his normal abilities, there was a massive power level rising up to the south. A might roar filled the air, one that fell on familiar ears. Gnash knew exactly what the hell this was. He’d experienced the fuckers back during the Saiyan Invasion. He wasn’t strong enough to fight one then, but he sure as hell is strong enough to fight one now.
Within a minute or so, Gnash was soaring through the air, his arms outstretched before him. Both of his fists were clenched together tightly, and his neck was cocked upwards so that he was staring directly at the giant monkey rampaging after his two friends. His cape flapped majestically through the air behind his body.
Like a torpedo, Gnash drove his fists right into the side of the Oozaru. With his overwhelming power rivaling that of the monster, he was like a mighty thorn stabbing into its ribcage. The monkey’s skin rippled upon impact, a sharp pain running up its side. Gnash had thrown all of his power into this blow, which proved to be enough to knock the behemoth on its ass. He remained in the air, looking over towards both Belle and Samba. “Are you two alright?” He was more concerned for his friends safety than dealing with the monster down below.
[Ro'Senzai Activated -- Thread PL: 612,668]
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Post by Samba on Apr 14, 2016 17:55:32 GMT
Ending this thread, both rpers have given me their permissions to do so.
Samba: PL please.
Belle: Zeni with 5% bonus.
Gnash: PL.
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Post by Pieter Wolfbane on Apr 16, 2016 7:12:55 GMT
Man, what's with the threads ceasing like so man?
Samba: 7560 power level! 93,355 > 100,915
Gnash: 6296 power level! 115,445 > 121,741
Belle: 1658 zeni! 5833 > 7491
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