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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 2:15:28 GMT
Starting PL: 2,700
"This place makes an excellent training ground, the bitter cold adds a new flavor to ye usual training." Namorel said to himself as he flew around the mountains, still seeking a cave amongst the barren and white wasteland that was these mountains. He had flown all through the night and now the sun rose to its zenith overhead, casting his shadow down on the blinding landscape below him. His skin retracted some from the temperatures around him, but it did not bother him too much, at least this didn't dehydrate him like the blistering sun has in the past.
After some time he came across a small crack in the mountain, wide enough form him to fit inside and take the time to meditate. He sat down and felt his energy around him, he knew he wanted to become stronger and that would require honing his skills to nigh perfection. This would be difficult on his own, but perhaps that is what the elder meant with his words... perhaps wih the help of others he can grow stronger. For now he had no one else and would have to rely on himself to accomplish any task right now, the half demon girl was a start, but he didn't see much fighting potential in her on the surface, but he knew not to trust what one can ee for it can be very, very wrong.
At the time he walked back out from the cave the mountains were blocking the late afternoon sun, the dark setting was perfect for him to start his person regimen. Repeating what his mentor had taught him to do in solo training, practicing the Namekian style while remembering to take advantage of the elasticity of their limbs as it played a major role in the combat style itself. It had a peculiar motion to it, almost swaying in a sense, but a slosh rolled in as soon as the formality of the style returned. Hid hands clenched as he continued, still fueled by distant anger, held unto for years. His attention was purely on his training, almost to a foolish extent, but he was sure he was safe way out here.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 18, 2016 2:29:56 GMT
His dedication to his training would probably aid Retsu, as he followed his scouter's signal. He had been all around earth at least once already, and he planned to go around it as many times as he needed. He was going to build an army, and to do that he had to search for power levels of worth. He stopped suddenly when his scouter warned him of a nearby power level. It was 2,700, not too powerful but strong enough to be a candidate.
He tapped his scouter a few times before chuckling as he lowered himself. He'd land behind the Namekian slowly, his feet causing a -tap- as he landed. He'd flare his Ki suddenly, his icy blue aura making itself known.
"My my. I certainly didn't think I'd run into a Namekian all the way out here." He said. He brought a hand up to his chest and bowed deeply before he chuckled. "I am Lord Retsu and My apologies for interrupting whatever it was you were doing... But I was wondering if I might interest you in a slight... proposition."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 2:51:21 GMT
Namorel was purely focused on his training, the small tap nearby going almost completely unnoticed, but he turned to see a figure before him. His body structure seemed familiar, but Namorel could not quite put his finger on it. He was sure the elders told him something about beings that looked lkke this, the being stood before Namorel, his presence dwarfing Namorel's own exponentially. "I can't be scared, he may be stronger, but if he attacks I attack back with all I've got." Namorel thought to himself, his muscles in his arms tensing some as he squeezed his palms. He couldn't let off any signs of emotion or feeling, instead just waiting and listening.
REtsu was his name, "At least I know him by his name... I guess?" The thought crossed Namorel's mind, him still listening to Retsu speak. He was offering a proposition of some sort. Instantly Namorel thought on this, there were goods and bads on this matter, but if he ddid not throw caution to the wind what would he achieve to further his goal? "I'm listening..." Namorel replied, a tad impatient and otherwise curious, he wasn't sure if this would mean he would need a week's worth of resting or not, but a fight is a fight.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 18, 2016 2:59:46 GMT
Retsu smiled. Good, he wasn't attacking out right, or insulting him right off the bat. This was a good sign. "My scouter says your at a low power-level. Way lower than mine in fact." He tapped his scouter, which made a beep and locked on to the Namekian's signature. "You see I'm a Lord. Meaning I've conquered a planet in the past. And I was wondering if you'd like to join my army. I had a small run in with some bad luck and I find myself without one. You seem like a perfect candidate. Especially with the fact that I had many of your kind serving under me before. You are quite skilled fighters. So my Proposition is this."
He spread his arms out to his sides. "We fight. If you win, I'll train you however you want. If you lose however... You will join my army. In doing so I will still train you, but you will be following my orders without question." He smiled. "I can make you strong. As it stands this is only ten percent of my full power."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 3:29:31 GMT
THe proposal made Namorel smirk, "And what makes you think I would be interested in join a hive mind of subordinate workers who are expected to do exactly as their master says?" He laughed, almost bellowingly as he said this. He intended for the a full display of disrespect on the lord.It was a very tense moment, but Namorel played it off as best as he could. He stared at the being, Retsu, with a fire in his eyes, he was sure he would be attack for his attitude, but had to do anything to avoid becoming a unit.
"Never quite been a military man myself either, too much leadership involved, I'm not into that kind of mis-balance in power." He took a stance in case he got attacked, but also stood his ground, not willing to give Retsu any room edge wise. Then Namorel suddenly realized that he motion Retsu made towards his device on head, meant it could trace his power if he ran and he suddenly got an idea.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 18, 2016 3:35:03 GMT
Retsu shut his eyes and sighed softly. "And here I thought Namekians were so well mannered. Not a one of them complained when I asked them to do things for me. They just seemed happy to help." He frowned. " Clearly I was wrong." His tail whipped about in an agitated manner for a few moments while Namorel spoke.
"That's a shame. I could make you nearly as strong as me..." he said. "Oh well I suppose." His aura around him faded. "Though I suppose for your rude attitude I should discipline you..." He shrugged. " But thats best left to the older people of your species and isn't my place to do so." He lifted off the ground and into the air. "Well ta-ta then. I'll go find someone stronger and better worth my time."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 4:07:57 GMT
Retsu essentially told Namorel to return to Namek and receive a whipping from his elders. This being's sheer disrespect for Namekian culture and treating his people like lap dogs to do his bidding drove him to the brink of pure infuriating. He tried to hold himself back, remembering that not all fights could be won, but his pride for his people over took this. He then proceeded to materialize a whip of ki in his right hand, the whip extending to a total of fourteen feet and ten inches. As Namorel swung the whip towards Retsu he extended hi arm to better offer him more mobility with it, aiming for an arm or a leg to initiate combat with this 'lord'.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 18, 2016 4:16:40 GMT
Retsu smiled as his scouter pinged. He turned quickly as the whip came, bringing up an arm to defend against it. The whip hit his arm, and it certainly hurt, but not much. He stared down at the Namekian. "Clearly you aren't that bright either..." A ki ball formed in one of his hands. "Lets see how well you play."
He brought the ki ball forward and lobbed it down at the namekian. It was just a run of the mill Ki ball, but upon impacting it would explode. He'd then follow up with more of them, sending a barrage of basic Ki blasts down at the namekian.
[3/3 KP] [No Techs Used]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 13:11:36 GMT
Retsu turned back, the whip hitting him in the arm. The 'lord' fired a ki ball at Namorel, followed by more very rapidly. The ki balls, though uncharged were more powerful than Namorel by a large margin. His arm had not yet retracted, and his whip still resting in it. He thrusted his arm outwards, the whip flying to a rock in the distance, he was hoping to hinge off of it and cover some ground. A sharp sting feeling started in his left side, the ki blasts pelting him as he tried to get to his right, throwing him against the stone wall of the mountain at the angle he was going. The impact dropped the whip and it dissipated into nothingness.
3/3KP [ Ki whip outstanding from previous post]
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 18, 2016 17:53:17 GMT
Retsu pulled his hand back and stared down at Namorel. "You know the punishment for attacking a Lord don't you?" He asked. "Its death..." He narrowed his eyes. "But I will be kind to you. Merciful even... I wont kill you."
He rose a hand slowly, that covered itself in that icy blue aura that swirled around him now. "I'll just wound you so you understand how out classed you are. Now, be a good Namekian and stay still. Lance Cannon." He spoke, before firing a Blue beam from his hand.
[2/3 KP] [N1 Lance Cannon Fired = 4093 PL damage]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2016 19:01:09 GMT
Namorel lay against the stone, pain seering from his left side. Turning his head to look, "Good... I'm still intact." He said to himself, laughing infuriatingly. His vision was somewhat blurry still from the impact, the 'lord' still in the air above him. Anger flooded his thoughts, images of his father flashed in his mind... "My dream can't go in vain..!!!" He yelled to himself as he staggered to stand up. He was the energy accumulating in Retsu's hand and was unsure as what to do.
Suddenly his body began to expand in size rapidly. He now stood at a height much greater than his own, his power seemed to grow with his body as well. "No matter how hard I fall I will not fall without a fight." He said, the fire in his eyes brighter than ever. He was prepared to take any attack the being fired at him. And as soon as he began to charge the words that Retsu spoke reached Namorel... along with the ki blast. Even with his power now greater he recoiled from the hit, but continued his charge towards the so called 'lord'.
Base Power: 2,700| Post Great Namek(x4): 10,800 KP: 3/3 [No Techs in use]
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 19, 2016 2:31:28 GMT
Retsu's eyes widened as the namekian grew in size. His beam hit, but seemed to do only a little damage. Not to mention the Namekian was charging right at him! He glared and quickly flew backwards, his aura sending him flying back quickly. "Going to play the transforming game huh?" He asked. "I can play that game too, but to a much greater extent."
He quickly began sending volleys of regular ki blasts at the namekian again, sending quite a bit of them this time. After the volley his aura seemed to intensify before there was a boom. He broke the sound barrier and flew towards the namekian's stomach, aiming to shoot right through him with a headbutt.
[2/3 Kp => 3/3 KP] [No Techs Used.]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2016 22:52:18 GMT
As Namorel charged at the supposed'lord' Retsu, still an angry flame in his eyes. It took no time before more ki blast volleyed at Namorel. HE had to put his arms in front of his face to avoid being hit in the eyes. This slowed him down some, but he kept going. He made it a few feet and felt his body lurch... Retsu had gone for his stomach head first.
Namorel's first reaction was to try and grab him, his hands scrambling to his stomach.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Jul 20, 2016 3:25:18 GMT
Retsu smiled as his attacks connected, especially when his headbutt landed him right where he needed to be. Namorel's grab would be quite successful, but in doing so he left himself open. Retsu pulled his arm free of Namorel's grasp before thrusting it forward, aiming at his defenseless chest. "LANCE CANNON!" He roared before firing his attack, point blank.
[2/3 KP] [Retsu Fired the Lance Cannon at Point blank range. 33% PL damage = 4093 PL damage]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 6:18:09 GMT
Namorel could feel the intense pain in his lower torso still, spreading from the small area he had been impacted. He had however managed to grab his opponent, Retsu between his fingers. The fight had already proven to be extremely difficult for Namorel, the consideration that this was a terrible idea suddenly came across his mind. However if he decided to regret the fight now he would surely be guaranteed a loss.
"Looks like I've got you now." Namorel said cockily, looking down at his opponent. Retsu then appeared to be preparing an attack of some sort, aimed at Namorel's chest. Using his elasticity Namorel did what he could to try and fling the being away, but was unable to accomplish this before the ki blast hit him, scarring him in the spot it hit. He then regenerated the ki whip in his free hand, it not longer than it ever was before.
KP: 2/3 [Generated ki whip]
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