Plato paced towards the ring, this was the first match of the loser bracket and unless he came up with a mircal attack, it would be his last of the tournament. He'd be the first to admit he was somewhat scarred, of course Xylo had just angered her beyond belief and now he'd be the first to receive the blunt of his rage, the only saving grace that he was already dead. However, he did save his trump card while she used hers, her power was great yet and he was at a huge disadvantage but he had faced greater odds, he had been forced to try and save himself against stronger foes before, and he had been hunted by walker, who was far more powerful so their was a chance, of course he never tried to fight walker, prehaps this was too much for him. But if he just threw in a towl agian he'd look like some fraud he had entered the tournament, he came to fight he let sagi pass because he knew he'd lose to xylo but now he was regretting it, he assumed fighting Zerori might of been smarter then fighting but seeing as what had just occurred he was wrong, very very wrong. He was going to lose, unless he could pull something out of his armor and that was not going to happen.
The King put on a confident face as he strided into the arena smoke began to bellow behind him as he walked though he'd not summon the beast yet he'd summon it when the fight began he needed to take any advantage he could get and she would most likely not suspect a giant monster being torn from someone's body and attacking them head on. He thrusted his hand out as he walked in the arena flames shooting out of the area as a seat formed he letting out a gulp. He sat down waiting his eyes narrowed at the other entrance, soon she would arrive, the demonic saiyan would come and they would fight, and he would be hit by her full fury, versus his. The fury of defeat and the fury of an existence spent at the toil of others. Plato hand gripped the right side of his magically formed seat the stone shattering. "I wait for you Monster." He said in his Konstian tongue his eyes fully rested on the other hallway, when would she come.
The crowds around the tournament stage were deafening, screaming and crying out for a match just as insane as the last that proceeded this one. However, uncaring for the calls to arms, Zerori was leaned against a wall inside of the waiting area. Her arms were crossed so tightly against her chest that it was no surprise her face was a scrunched up expression of sourness. In her minds eye she replayed the events that resulted in her being absolutely livid with herself.
Watching the fallen warrior, her face aloft with a sadistic smile that appeared more like a snarl, Zerori couldn’t help the scoff of amusement at Xylo’s words. However, as she watched his body start to bring itself back together, it came together all at once in her mind and she looked around at arena in horror. Everyone cheered, though some were aghast in terror, at the hybrid’s beastly work. It was then, as her power dissipated in a crackle of hundred of black shards, that the Kai of the tournament came to her and announced that she had lost.
Xylo’s body back together and the decision of the match set in stone, Zerori would toss the Namekian a leer of disgust before stomping away with a final scream of frustration.
And now, with her next match – albeit of the ’Losers’ bracket – in waiting, she had to force her stomach to settle before starting the walk out to the arena. Crowds that were before cheering for a fight now suddenly got even LOUDER (somehow) and she winced at the intensity. Doing her best to ignore them, she stepped foot upon the floor and eyed her opponent – expression still devoid of liveliness of any kind.
Her cerulean gaze would rest upon a man she’d never met before, clad in all black and sat upon a throne that clearly did not belong. And… oh, what was this? Miraculously, Zerori’s stern gaze would soften just enough to crack a deep lop-sided grin, “-Flames your gig too, eh?” She called, arms falling from her chest to wave about at her sides in challenge. “If I didn’t know any better,” She called to him, wagging her finger in a motion as though she’d just realized something amusing, “I would almost assume that this was set up to somehow, in some way PISS me off even more!”
Finishing with her own theatrics, that Zerori would shamelessly admit to ‘amping’ in an attempt to show him up, she’d raise her leg up and in a savage move – slam her boot down into the stone of the arena. At the sheer force of her strength the stone would create thousands of hairline fractures in various intricate designs stopping to just around the seated foe. Surrounding him like soldiers on all sides, the fractures would leave his stone protected in a jagged but not completely imperfect circle around him approximately fifteen feet in diameter.
Pulling her boot from the ground, Zerori would move herself into a low stance, fingers splayed out wide in gnarled fashion as she taunted finally, “I’ve got you in my sights, ‘King’,” Playfully referring to his ‘throne’.
--- Zerori did some show-boating but is ready and reared to get the match going! No transformations yet but let’s not count her out too soon! Lol Plato Kp: 3/3
Plato keep his arm crossed as Zerori entered his eyes narrowing as he saw her lifeless gaze turn complety into one with life the king merely blinking as he tapped his hand on the throne, "I don't want to waste too much time." He said as he sat on the throne looking at her dead in the eyes. "I'll admit it was somewhat set up, the ogre convinced me to let him go on too the next round a choice i do regret that now though i must say, i happen to get on the wrong path i'd much rather faced That pieter, he seemed like a good hunter, a battle of beast vs man how exciting." He put a finger to his lip looking around the ring as he could here the booing, he didn't give a damn he was already livid. That was his secret, he was always anger, angry with himself, kashvarr walker, anything he was always angry. He watched as she slammed her boot down the stone around him rising before the stones rose out forming a large spiderweb around him to say he was the prey in said spiderweb. The King eyelid twitched before a smirk rolled onto his face, "I gonna give you a lesson in Konstian magic, watch carefully, i may of been a king but now i don't need an army provided by you, i am the army." Plato said as he got to his feet pointing at her, "It is unfortunate my strength does not lie with hand to hand combat nor with ki based combat, i am a lousy fighter, all my victories have come because i was facing foes of far lower strength or because of luck." He said the smoke which bellowed behind him before began to rise around the whole ring the smoke rising to their ankles at most.
The smoke pulled itself back into the middle of the ring before rising up forming a massive grey smoke ball above the ring. Plato sent his hand into the air, "I call apon you Dark Demon gods of konats." He spoke in his native tongue as the giant ball of smoke split in two though they soon expanded back out so their size of each was equal to the previous smoke ball before two roars pierced the arena, "Guarhhh." The roars appeared from the smoke as massive red eyes pierced the smoke the 2 sets gazing right down as two fiery beast rushed out of the smoke smashing their feet into the Arena floor before looking around the arena letting out earth rocking roars. "I hope you don't mind if i invite my army to our engagement i know the numbers are against you but at least i won't be fighting, afterall a king can't get his hands dirty."He said sitting back in the chair as the crowd was forced into silence. The beast which towered even over an Great ape stared them all down. Plato eyes glared from the smoke that forming from the breath of the beasts as they breathed down he pointing his hand out, "Attack!" The two beasts began to lumber towards Zerori of course their size it'd be hard to get around them in the small ring as they made sure to entrap the demon or attempt too trying to make sure she didn't try and take a strike at Plato, for as he said he was weak and his defeat would lead to there defeat.
*Plato had Unchained his monster* *Plato has used Multi-Form [UT1] Splitting his monster into two weaker but still massive Monsters.* *Powerlevel of each monster 606,479.5*
This King sure likes to talk a lot, doesn’t he? Zerori mused with a curled lip upwards and eyes half-lidded in boredom already. Strafing calmly around him as he removed himself from his throne, the hybrid listened to the King’s words. The mention of an army, once provided by her, very violently caught her off guard, and she nearly stumbled over her own feet.
“What? What army?! I never provided you anything, much less have I ever met you in my life.” Intimidation as the very last thing on her mind as smoke seemed to have a life of it’s own behind Plato. What he said, even if it didn’t quite sound right, just bothered the hell out of her to the point of creepiness. Following the ball as it floated upwards, Zerori glanced at Plato once more before she snarled at whatever was going to happen next. One ball of smoke split into two and from there beasts ripped themselves from the circular smog. Looking between the two Zerori couldn’t help the soft expletive that escaped her, “Well, fuck…”
Cracking her neck from side to side in preparation, she scoffed at the energy that radiated from the seemingly-powerful monsters. She offered him a shrug, “You not taking the time to fight me yourself changes nothing…”
Red energy surged from her body, changing the color of her hair and eyes. Before, she entertained the thought of playing with Xylo and paid the price. She wasn’t making that mistake again.
Launching straight towards him, her expression a visage of absolute incense, she called to him, “Because I’m taking the fight straight to you!” Bouncing as quickly and precisely as she could between the clunky legs of the monster that towered over her, she would waste no time in throwing a punch right towards the cheek of her supposed ‘opponent’. Power may have given her the advantage of reputation or surprise but it was her speed that she was mostly proud of.
--- Zerori is in no mood to deal with distractions and so – she’s gone straight to Super Demon x14 with a PL of 5,082,378 and attempted to out-speed the monsters and land a quick punch to that pretty face. No tech use.
Plato keep his eyes narrowed as the Zerori, she was going to power up it seemed as red aura surrounded her as the color of her hair and eyes changed, it seemed to be a transformation much like a saiyan. Plato got to his feet getting ready she was going to make her move. He began to raise his hand his timing needed to be perfect to stop her incoming attack. He had planned for this, a defense that would allow him to avoid being hit he just needed to find the speed of the attack it should not of been that hard. Once he saw her move he'd slow down the movement of his monster to throw her off and hopefully keep her at a distance, that is if he could see. As he moved his hand Zerori seem to disspear from his sight his monsters trying to slam their feet down on her but they only stepped on their own feet the beasts collapsing on one another forming back into one beast. Plato looked back down, she was so close already. "So this is how fast walker was...no faster." he muttured as she raced towards him her fist outstretched, he didn't have time to waste. He still had his back up plan, but he didn't want to do it of course if she nailed him head on with any form of attack, it'd be game over. His skin began to harden as bandages which were over his left arm exploded grey scales forming all around his body as the punched connected right with his face the king flying through his throne and straight towards out of bounds.
Plato flicked his hand as he flew his monsters turning back into smoke as they zipped past before reforming the beast arm thrusting out to catch Plato as he flew towards out of bounds. The smoke disspeared returning to his body as he slammed into the arena floor holding his face. Blood covered most of the area around the king, as he tried to get to his feet but he collapsed back down. "Don't look at me." It didn't sound like plato it seemed to be a mix of his monster and his own as he tried to cover all the scales however seeing as his body was covered by scales he was unable to cover it. The hide began to crack his eyes widening as it complety shattered The king still holding his face, the Hide had failed to block all the force, however it held back much of it. The King grabbed his knees feeling them out, he was not sure if he could get up but he had to try dammit, he would dammed to be defeated by a single blow in this tournament twice, first a fake defeat and then a real one. "Don't think one punch was enough to defeat me." he spat with rage getting to his feet with blood dripping down his face as he looked right at the demon. "I overestimated myself i assumed i would be able to see your movement i was mistaken however you won't hit me agian." He said as he thrusted his hand out as smoke began to escape his body. His solo monster formed in front of him before Plato flew up landing on the beast shoulder, it lumbering towards Zerori before swinging its massive fist out attempting to repay the favor he handed her moments ago while plato focused on recovering, he was still half awake from the blow earlier, he knew the match would end if another blow manged to connect with him he would not let that happen.
* Multi-Form [UT1] Cancelled *Plato used [N1] Monster Hide (Ki Barrier Flavored) with a powerlevel equal to 33 percent of his monster powerlevel 404,319 which didn't fully stop the punch leaving Plato nearly unconscious *Kp:2/3* *If you think i should of been knocked out instead that is fine just trying to make this last a little longer also assuming the punch with more then half of its power sapped would not be enough* *Monster is attempting to nail Zerori with its fist.* *Monster powerlevel: 1,212,959* (Plato's look when monster hide was active)
It was an impressive move, changing form just before her fist made contact. And whatever he changed into must have been enough to mitigate a LOT of the damage. Maybe he’s got some rite to be King of whatever planet he’s from, Zerori mused as she stood up straight, the posture from her punch having her previously hunched over as she waited with anticipation for the ring out. It was her turn to spit off to the side, though not for any reason than to be petulant, as his next move consisted of riding atop one of the mass monsters she’d just avoided.
“It doesn’t look like your going to learn that way,” She laughed, looking up the length of the grotesque beast to the man above. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll let you land-,” she presented a singular finger, “-One hit.”
Lowering herself into a stance as the beast lumbered forward with thunderous steps, Zerori would clenched and unclenched her hands in preparation. Watching the arms for just the right moment. Finally, when she saw that he was getting plenty close enough, she tensed a final time and gave a deep grunt when the weight and impact of a fist finally made contact. Grasping the skin, bone or whatever it was made of between her fingers as tightly as she could, the saiyan took the brunt of the hit while reducing the force with mano-e-mano strength.
Snarling with the large fist in her clutches, Zerori swiveled her hips and turned her body towards the opposite end of the ring. "RHHAAAAGH!" Putting all her strength (and angst) into the grapple, she would twist and throw the beast with a Plato on top to the farthest wall at top speed. Whether it worked or not didn't matter...
Zerori was having a great time. ---
No worries! Zerori took the hit and mixed in her own with a nice 'Grapple Failsafe' [N1] for a damage of 1,677,718.
Plato starred the woman down as the beast arm rushed down covering his vision the blow slamming into her but he didn't feel no impact, well he did he didn't here or see her fly out of the way as the fist collided, it just stopped when it hit her. His monster began to roar Plato blinking as the beast began to rise in the air and before he knew it both him and the beast was flying as he rode it at insane speeds towards the other side of the ring Plato flicking his wrist as the beast disspeared with an afterimage before it would of slammed right into the wall and dealt damage that he would not be able to recover from, but now plato had another issue, sweat dripped down his face, he had used most of his ki, that was just great. Smoke began to rise around him as he tried to formulate his counter attack against the demon. At close range she was far stronger and at long range, well that would only end badly as well. His mind raced with ideas he really didn't know what to do, she was so much stronger then he was but he could not give up not yet.
The King landed as the smoke forming around him finally launched out the beast springing forward its body slowly expanding, "I understand our strengths are vastly different so i'll increase my own with this." The beast body began to expand blood flying off the beasts as it muscles nearly broke through the skin it growing in size, the beast which already towered over an fully grown ozzaru was not even larger its shadow overcasting the whole arena. The beast roared before stepping forward the arena floor cracking under it before it threw it now even more massive fist down at Zerori attempting to knock her right through the ring. He understood that the monster weakness, the muscles had expanded to its arm leaving the rest of its body weaker but Zerori already was far more powerful then the monster see in the last action, so the only way to stand any form of chance to beat the demon down with brute force rather then trying to be tactical,the beast didn't have the possible speed to compete and its strength was lackluster but with this boost the gap would be somewhat smaller. Still he needed to stall and figure out a plan that will actually grant some sort of victory.
*Used Afterimage leaving me with 0/3 Kp* *Avoided Grapple failsafe* *Used Power Weighted increasing the power of his monster at the cost of its speed and endurance* *Monster's new powerlevel:1,323,228/ 882,152*
Launching her opponent through the air was the easy part, it seemed, as Zerori groaned at the impact against her chest. It wasn’t terrible but she could vaguely feel a fracture in her sternum. Placing a hand over it for pressure, she turned around and expected to see and hear the monster crash out of bounds. However, seeing and hearing nothing she would grimace in confusion, “-The fuck?” How did he just move against the physics of her attack? Well, we’re dead so anything could happen, I guess… Standing up straight and at high alert, she searched for the elusive magister.
Hearing the tap of feet against the stone she sized him up briefly and smirked at what she saw. He was exhausted, clearly and apparently whatever he did to avoid a loss resulted in him almost passing out. She shook her head with a wry smile, “I almost feel bad about taking my anger out on you… Well,” She rolled her eyes, “Almost.”
His next form of attack was… quite simple. It was strength against strength, as the monster Plato unleashed was hell bent on smashing her to pieces. Jumping away from the punch that was swung a lot slower than she remembered, Zerori focused on keeping him from doing the one thing he tried valiantly to accomplish; getting hit. Disappearing in a whirl of wind, she would reappear just above the head of the beast and stand on what would appear to be nothing, which was just an acute manipulation of air to make a floor beneath her feet.
She knelt down, pulling her arm back with a clenched fist as fire ignited along her arm up to her elbow, “Missing someone?” She taunted just before the fire would flare wildly around the limb – burning hotter every second. “Let’s give the Ref’ a break and start the countdown!” With a laugh, her voice called out loudly.
The red-orange fire flared again, darkening to an almost harsh grey…
She wondered how he’s avoid this one?
--- Avoided the hit, thanks to being a little slower than before. Locked and loaded with a ‘Phoenix Rage I’ [N1] charging from 33% > 66%. Gonna launch it the monsters head next round for a damage of 3,355,436.
"Don't feel bad about taking your anger out at me i been doing that for years i been a bundle of rage prehaps this is what i need, to see another reflection in the pond." He said with a strange calmness as the fist of his monster just connected with the air, he was much too slow she seemed to already been able to defend agiasnt great changes of speed, the whole battle the beast speed had changed, first it was the two slow brutes, then the fast wily monster before becoming a bigger but slower titanic creature, but all three dials of speed seem to have little effect, all three times she had either easily stopped of complety avoided his attacks. It was frustrating but the difference in power explained it, but it was just not power, it was skill as well. Everywhere he seemed to lack, she had to have faced foes far more dangerous then him before and lived to tell the tale or at least till one fight got over her head. Regardless, he could see clearly while Alistair had to bride her for xylo, not that Xylo was weak but it was just how strong she was. Against him she was playing around but if she wanted to end it quick, it could of ended before the match even started, she could of hit him full on while he sat on his throne before he could muster any defenses his survival in the fight had so far been merely too her playing around.
He looked straight into the sky as she clenched her fist flames forming around her arms as she began to power up some powerful attack meant to finsh the battle, but he was not going to let it end. He could defeat her he knew it was possible the battle had not been decided, she had overwhelming power but it didn't mean he was going to be defeated, know he had already began planning ahead, he also knew the rules were in his favor, he just needed to knock her out the ring and he knew how he could do that, but he needed to use his trump card first. Plato grabbed the strap holding his armor before snapping it with his finger it falling to the floor along with the chest piece of his armor leaving his green cloak a undershirt of course, "I needed to open that up i just need some extra speed for what i'm gonna be pulling next i hope your not shocked i came to this fight with every tool i needed to stand a chance, i was saving this for someone else." His eyes shined rage bursting from them, he had been pushed too far and gone through to much to walk quietly into defeat, he didn't plan to be defeat so easily. He pulled a Glassy purple shard from his pocket shinning it in the air before he grabbed it, "This is another secret of the kashvarr, i hate to be using this." He gasped before biting into the shard a purple aura bursting from his body before he grabbed his head screaming into the arena floor in pain as all the damage that had been afflicted on plato began to magically disspear. At the same time he felt himself slip deeper the memories that he could barley grab onto fading as he desperately was trying to cling to them but the price to him it was worth it, his body would be restored he would be brought back to full strength. His raised his head as his eyes shined agian his wounds gone with a flash before he thrusted his hand out, his beast opening his mouth as a clear white beam began to form as he got ready for the blast that would decide his fate, Would this be enough to stop her blast he didn't know but it was his last Gambit.
Plato has used a soul shard (Flavored Senzu beam) He been restored to full kp and Health. Kp:3/3 Charing up Mp3: Judgement Powerlevel of technique 1,323,228/ 882,152 Next turn it shall be 2,646,456/ 1,764,304
(Got to have senzu removed just putting it down for reminded of admins.
Above him, though not too far from the face of his beast, Zerori watched with interest as Plato removed a piece of his clothing. At his behest the hybrid merely shrugged, “Use your advantages. Just know,” She stated with a grim frown, hoping her threat didn’t go unheeded, “-I’m not going to hide all of my little ‘trump cards’, either.” And she wasn’t. Should the opportunity arrive… and he did in fact almost get a leg up on her – she’d end that quickly.
One would think so many losses would dictate a change of behavior… Eventually.
Flexing her fist behind the burning and steadily blackening flames, Zerori let out a growl of discomfort. It was starting to get painful, if she kept ‘amp’ing up the intensity. However, watching his next actions left her with little option than to follow through. His power was radiating off of him in droves, newly revitalized somehow with that shard he used, and she was only a little tuckered out. Not big enough of a gap to worry about my ‘defeat’… but enough that if I leave it to chance, I’ll regret it. Just the thought made her want the bite the tip of her tongue off in shame.
A sharp pain up her shoulder was the next prompt, interrupting her thoughts with a grunt. “That’s it,” She hissed, standing from her knelt posture and looking down upon the King that fought against her with zeal. “Y’ready?!!” She forgetting something.
She was counting down before wasn’t she?
With a wide, almost maddened, crooked grin, she announced the final number with a lurch and dove at him, “ONE!”
The fire darkened completely in that fraction of a moment upon launch, practically eating the light around it to grey her arm in the very slight edges. Closing in on him, she threw her fist forward, “EAT IT!” Upon contact, defended against or not, the sheer force would shatter the stone beneath them into fractals and the air pressure would fluctuate wildly in outer areas of the ring. Zerori didn’t care for the well-being of the other dead or not audience members.
They knew what they came here for.
--- Launched 'Phoenix Rage I' [N1] for a total PL of 3,335,436 aimed at Plato. The impact will easily reshape the arena around them and possibly affect the crowd.
Plato watched as zerori charged up her fist attack ready to finsh the battle right there and then. Plato knew he only had one shot at this, he needed to defeat her after the blast connected and he it needed to be fast. He leaped back his feet touching the back of the arena. He looked at her evil grin, almost mad as she was chagrining up her attack. He really didn't know if he was going to be able to stop it, or hell even survive it when it connected. She connected to one before rushing right at him with his er pulled back. He Didn't expect her to rush into range, it only made it easier for him, she had fallen right where he wanted. Plato raised his arm as his beast maw opened up a white blast rushing out towards Zerori, "Judgement!" Plato yelled as the blast connected with eacother as he watched the insuring clash of power. From what he sensed he knew what was going to happen, so he got prepared he leaped behind his monster so that she'd have to piece the monster first with her attack, and unless he was going to lose with one blow anyway this should of saved him from his defeat and give him the time he needed to make his counter attack. Judgement was stopped as she rushed with the reaming power of the punch and with Plato hiding around his beast she'd most likely hit the beast instead her fist impact causing the whole arena to shift plates shifting up into the air the gust of wind from both attacks causing it to knock people out of their seats as her fist punched right through the beast roaring in pain before shifting back into smoke which surrounded the two fighters plato landing right behind her.
It was frustrating the difference in power between them, the only way he could win was by knocking her out of the ring he felt weak doing it but he had to do it. It was the only way. It was like a fly fighting a giant, it really bugged him but at the same time she had been underestimating him the entire time, or at least he assumed. Plato raced forward right at Zerori a hint of fear in his gaze, he was about to in the maw of the beast, if he made on wrong step he'd be out for a long very long time. She could destroy him with a flick and without his monster to hide behind he was just that, a man. He was no fighter, he had never been someone supersaiyan or some almighty demon or Namakian overlord he was a konstian who powered all placed in a beast he despite, for the last time prehaps he could fight without relaying fully on his beast just one more time he could use his own body to win a fight. One last time. He pulled himself down bringing his fist up for an overhand right as smoke began to form around his fist as the beasts fist jetted out heading right for Zerori with the hopes of nailing her with enough force to at least off balance her for a second blow to knock her right out of the ring, he was hopping the sudden change in attack would catch her off guard, but he let himself open to any attack, he knew that but he willing to take the blow if it meant winning the battle, he feared her, and her power but he feared defeat more.
*668,980 Bleed through from Phoenix rage I Which hit plato's monster dealing severe damage to the beast* *Plato summoned his beast post attack without bulking and is aiming to ring out zerori with a surprise attack (Sorta)* *Monster powerlevel: 1,212,959*
The clash of energy was an expected turn of events, the black flames surging violently against the power Plato possessed known as ‘Judgement’, or so he yelled out. It was with a snark grin that she realized her magic won out against his and pierced through.
Only to realize that it wasn’t Plato himself that she was attacking but the beast he summoned. COWARD! She mentally admonished and forced her feet to the ground and readied herself. He had something planned after all, and she wasn’t going to fall for such an under handed tactic. It was only a very brief fluctuation in the air, barely noticeable to most, but it was enough for her instincts to catch on…
Arm lurching out and turning around just enough, Zerori’s hand would come to impact the sudden beastial arm as it made to impact against her from behind. Once more, she despised his battle tactics – even if they were practical. It felt like a personal offense, somehow. Around her, a dark almost lethal amount of power would emanate from her body and she turned her head to look at her opponent with a deeply disturbing glare. “Whatever you thought was going to defeat me,” her voice dropped low, blackened veins of ink surging up her neck to infect her face like a disease, “-You thought wrong, ‘King’.”
Strength amplified by the darkness in her heart, motivated by the hatred she felt, the hand that held the monstrous fist at hand would clenched tightly – dispelling the beast. With the very same hand held in front of Plato she would shift her hand into gesture of ‘snapping’ her fingers before spitting out, “Lament.”
With a loud snap of her fingers, blackened flames would rush from around her hand towards him.
She’d humored him long enough.
--- Zerori has had enough and transformed into her ‘Darkness Unchained’ form in heat of battle. With power of 9,801,729, she has used the last possible moment to halt his sudden fist and respond accordingly. Survival is… unlikely, I’d suspect.
She has launched (with the last of her KP) ‘Phoenix Rage I’ [N1] with a damage of 3,234,571.
The monster fist swang hitting her but she blocked most of it that was when he knew, it was over. The look in her eyes, he knew the battle was coming to a close, a chill raced down his spine as kicked back to avoid a strike but none came. Only the voice and the eyes of a monster a true monster. He'd thrust his hand out pulling back his fist as she went to squeeze down if she grabbed the beast hand and crushed it with her power that was expelling he would be defeated easily. Fear raced through his body, for the time time in awhile, she was one of the three people that had given off this feeling in his body, being around an enivorment where everyone had died in the blink of the eye form the kashvarr fear was not one of his common emotions. Her aura felt so familiar to walker, he never thought he'd feel an aura on his sphere of power ever agian but he was wrong, he had felt the power while outside the ring when she fought xylo but in the ring the aura was monstrous. Before he knew it he felt his back press against one of the uprooted rocks with her standing feet away from him. Plato grabbed the hilt of his blade as he saw her raise her hand, he couldn't just let her attack, if he could not run he needed to attack. With no ki left, summoning his monster proved to be invalid option, And he could not back up anymore he was going to be defeated. He could try and leap out of the ring and avoid being knocked out, but he'd still lose, it was over defeat was on the horizon.
Plato opened his eyes his past flashing in his eyes, he had been at worse odds he had climbed harder challenges, he letting in a sigh, he had defeated the kashvarr, he had survived Walker, he had been forced to fight a whole array of foes in satan city and all results in defeats, but it had brought him to here another defeat could only mean growth, and when he returned he could have the strength carry himself to victory, a true victory. He had realized now what he had been doing wrong, he had been worried of defeat, but this was the perfect time to be defeated, he risked nothing with it, why try to avoid something with no consequences there was no reason. Plato drew his blade, " I take pride in my defeat, i held back nothing and i am proud to say that i will be defeated with your whole might to bear i have no reason to despair" He telepathically said to Zerori before barring headlong as she fired off the The black flames that Composed the Phoenix Flames. He slashed down at the flames trying to cut a path through the flames to reach Zerori of course that would have no effect as the sword itself was burned away as the flames inglufed him an ear piercing shriek echoing the arena "Ahhhhh!" The man screamed more beast then human as the armor over his right arm bursted into flames revealing the monstrous scales that covered his left arm and extended to his shoulder his body staggering past the flames for moments longer before collapsing to a Heep of melted metal, a beastly arm and a man who had nearly been burned to a crisp. The King Plato had lost.
*Plato had been defeated* *Requesting some nice powerlevel enjoyed the thread alot hopefully we can thread agian sometime*
((Sorry for such a late reply! This was an amazing fight and I hope do this again~))
Arm outstretched towards her now smoldering opponent, the demon that had taken over observed his body with a glint of curiosity. Rage that still boiled deeply within her did not dissipate but as she took step by step towards him, her eyes would rove over his form with a soft ‘Hmm..’, more growled than actually grunted.
Her thoughts were a jumbled mess; desire to actually pity the man whom had challenged her and lost waging war with the foreign thoughts of domination. He deserved it, as was her rite by power… but what else did he deserve that made her wish his death hadn’t occurred.
Foolish, he is already dead and he will return, A stray thought interrupted and as she realized that it was her own the power of her demonic form shattered along her body. Powered down and breathing a little haggard, Zerori could think with a little more rationality and turned away to stomp from the tournament.
It was almost over – this display of power in the realm of the dead. And when it was finally done she could hopefully leave. If the incessant messages from Alaistair were any indication, however…