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Post by Mammon on Dec 13, 2016 21:33:21 GMT
"Welcome to the premier club on the block kid." The lavish signage radiating out in pink glow bathing the street in neon light, giving the street an outsider quality a name to the street life, live large or die small. The club was all angles all sharp inclines, declines, wrapped in a metal coating with square blocky formations jutting up and out of the walls every five steps it gave the place an art deco feel a beast out of its time and all too happy to announce its presence. Street meets class.
As you enter the club sinewy vapours slide up and out of the grates in the floor, forming a cloud of semi translucent steam that swirls and disperses with your passing clinging onto to you like tiny ghostly hands. Your nose flairs and the acrid smell of foreign cuisine and drink is present in the air, the low heavy hum of music resonates deep within the walls the sway and turn of bodies as primal music heavy with drums and wordless with a primal beat.
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He sat there on a small out cove, his legs kicked up on a table and his other half reclining into the rounded bench of the booth he lounged in. A fat cigar burbled out its complaints in the form of fat plumes of acrid smoke, that danced above his head like a greasy grey halo that with the combination of horns pointed teeth and ruby red eye's gave him the appearance of some fallen angel brought low by the temptations of the street. "Dan-ny." he spoke the name emphasising it and stretching it out, raising a glass to his mouth the liquid sloshed nosily and the tinkering sound of ice could be heard within. "This is my kinda scene." he put the glass to his lip's and with a wet fleshy sound he took a long draft of the liquor. "Every vice imaginable, every abuse you're willing to inflict on your body."
"Or anyone else if the fancy takes you."
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Post by Gekido on Dec 14, 2016 1:18:37 GMT
Powerlevel with heavy weights:5,257
Powerlevel without: 21,029
The heran staggered into the massive Club a tired look on his face, he had been driving a pod that might as well been a space rock for years, the damn thing could not go anywhere without landing on another planet. Finally however, Gekido had returned to earth a stronger and far more stern warrior, well the stronger part was strong. He looked around the bar, he just needed a drink that was all he needed. The man walked sitting at the nearest sit looking at the bartender, "I need the strongest shit you got i really need to drink something but i got no money." The man turned looking at him, "Sir No money...no..." Gekido slammed his hand on the table his aura exploding, "I was not asking nicely." The heran spat as the man fell back, "R...right, i will get you a drink as soon as possible..Mr.." Gekido raised his hand, "Gekido is the name i like the mr part so call Mr. Gekido or i'll crack your skull open." Gekido said with almost no emotion as the man ran up the Heran just sitting their in chair while waiting for a drink he just needed to sip something down. He was really tired and just general in a pickle, he was trying to figure out that bitch heran's secret, she could increase he power to a point he had never seen and he knew nothing about trying to catch up, he didn't know how strong she really was. He slammed his hand onto the table hard, damn why was she so infuriatingly strong. He layed his hands lightly on the table as he waited, he hopped the man was fast or he'd start having to reach over and get his own shit. His eyes darted making contact with the demon in the corner, a small smirk on his face, he looked well built and he was not human. He sat at the bar, maybe the man would notice him, stareing at him with a thick blood lust or maybe he was too busy to care, regardless Gekido knew, he liked the odds of a brawl in the building, it would be hell of fun.
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 14, 2016 7:24:09 GMT
Power Level: Seven Thousand and Eighty Six
A giant behemoth wadded through the streets, its form stretched straight with an aching pain as it forced itself with each step. "I really shouldn't be going to populated cities. Bright Lights. People. Bright Lights." the demon grumbled, as it tried to blend in with the crowd, a large cloak engulfing its cumbersome form as it shuddered in the soft wind that had swept for a few seconds drawn to the neon flash like everything else as he wandered through the infestation of humans and occasional Zoanthrope.
Dantalion pulled from beneath the silk cloak a small piece of paper, the hallmark imprint of Mammon's face implanted on the corner with a stupid grin, satisfied knowing once again he had made Dantalion wander for countless hours on the small info he gave on the paper, which simply read, "A really cool looking bar." this was the twelfth bar he had come across that matched the vague description. With a heave and a shove, a bouncer gave him a quick look, his chest puffed up as he took a few steps closer, before a dark glint of garnet red poured from the mask, two horns piercing from the tips of the hood as a guttural growl rumbled from inside the cloak. "I'm on the list. Trust Me." heavy emphasis forced onto Trust Me. As he passed along, the red line of thread pulled along as he bent down, his horns slicing against the roof of the minuscule corridor as he pushed through the crowd.
With a heavy sigh he finally located Dantalion, his form pushing through the crowd, little resistance made, though not for lack of trying. Same men stood up, their chests puffed up causing their gut to deflate, a stance of defiance in a desperate attempt to find a mate in the crowd through an act of dominance. Such acts though few as they were, was only met with a single punch, not empowered by Ki, most of his power restrained as what he would call a light tap cracked into the lower organs, a thin layer of skin all to protect them as their bodies keeled over, a quick cough of saliva as they fell to the ground in agony.
As he pushed through his attention was drawn to a hulking man, his eyes running the length as he took note of the scars that had littered the towering man's body. Though what was more interesting was who it was drawn to, his sight following the imaginary line of sight as he located Mammon, an audible TOC, resounding from inside the hood as he finally had found him. With a heave and a push, he made his final hurdle, dropping onto the seat next to Mammon as the cushion beneath let loose a quick hiss as the mass of air pressed sidewards, sending Mammon up for a few seconds.
For a few seconds, he listened to the words that rolled from Mammon. His fingers tapped along the length of the leg, his head bobbing up and down as the only response as his sight was drawn to the others that had polluted the club, "Rich Pricks and Glamor Nazi's." were the only response he let out before snapping back to reality, as mammon finished, "Sorry Mammon, sorry to cut you off. But is that Blue man Staring at you." Dantalion responded, unphased by the passing of Dantalion's words as he pointed a single digit at Gekido .
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Post by Mammon on Dec 15, 2016 8:07:19 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992
It thrummed in him like a tiny orchestra, it made his flesh tingle and pock with goose flesh he felt what it meant to be young, and to an ageless creature or a very long lived creature it was a unique experience. The sound of the wordless music cried in his head and it was a chaotic mess of imagery the lights flashed and blazed over the dance floor like a thousand tiny dying stars, winking out to only be replaced by more. It was intoxicating.
"Hm?" he raised a heavy lidded eye his brow rising up arching up the thin like of hair bending at its apex and like a hairy Caterpillar trying to escape his face it stayed there as he examined Gekido . "What Blueberry, over there." he returned the aliens gaze with a feline smile lazy and predatory and had all the warmth of a sea sick crocodile.
"F-riend." he drew out the word as if tasting it in his mouth and finding it alien and unfamiliar, he stood holding his glass and swaggered over to him all rolling confidence, from the set of his face to the roll of his leg's it screamed 'I'm gracing you with my time, so don't waste it'. Arrogance. "Could help notice you're sitting all alone, and threatening the poor bar men. Only doing his job." he paused to set down his drink of the bar and to scratch his chin the taut hair of his goatee standing on end, it bristled at his touch with a light audible scratching sound like that of course fur rather than the thin delicate hair of humans.
"But aren't we all friend." he tapped his pointed nails against the bench with a 'TAP' 'TAP' tapping sound, it left small indents in the wood leaving it scuffed and the varnish coating picked at. "The names Mammon." He withdrew two cigarettes offered one out to him and slipped the other in his mouth. "Got a light?"
P.S The thread started when the Makyo Star was in effect, I realise I made no mention of it or its boost to my PL if you like we can disregard it. Sorry about that wasn't anything malicious just forgot.
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Post by Gekido on Dec 15, 2016 8:25:13 GMT
Gekido smirked as the two demon had seemed to caught on to him, he cooked his head back as he waited for the drink the before. He blinked for a moment when he heard the man speak he tapping the table lightly, "Your time i don't give a fuck i just saw a grey haired horned devil's bitch sitting in the corner and i took some form of instrist, don't act high and mighty." He got to his feet looking the man directly in th eye, Gekido bulky 7'4 build already sizing the man up, he didn't look tough on the outset but he could not be sure, he had seen smaller people beat his ass before. "Yah well i need a drink, i got alot of thinking to do, and a lot of drinking and i really don't got alot of money." He said as he saw the man offer a ciggerate, "I don't smoke, that would be terrible for my lungs i'm trying to keep myself in the best condition as possible, of course drinking kinda ruins that but whatever, it helps with cracking skulls on occasion." Gekido said before sitting back down as the bartender rushed over putting down his drink, "Here is your drink good sir." He said before rushing off Gekido lifting the glass, "This stuff smells pretty nice actually." It seems for once he'd get a good cold beer, the heran smirked, they made good stuff here at least, not like that asteroid crap, what was it called, 49. That stuff was the most disgusting in the universe, but he still drank it cause he wanted to drink. But at least he'll enjoy the drink itself and its effect. Hopefully the demon didn't try something funny, he really didn't trust him he seemed to think he was some higher up being, all he saw was a gray skinned human, maybe he always hid in the basement and never got any sun, he really didn't have a firm idea that demons actually existed, so it was his best guess.
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 15, 2016 12:20:36 GMT
Power Level:
Base: Seven Thousand and Eighty Six
Makyo Star Boost: Fifty Six Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty Eight
Dantalion sat there, watching as with great pause Mammon sat their, slowly his twisted fingers poking through the line of darkness beneath the fabric coiling around the neck of a cup that Mammon had left behind. He raised the cup, engulfing it in the darkness with a hiss and a fizzle as the cool red liquid dripped down his boned face though obscured by the darkness that had engulfed the majority of his shape.
He paused for a second, the lights and sounds obscuring most, but it was hard to miss 'Saw a Grey haired Devil's Bitch' even in this environment. Dantalion's sleeves burrowed to his side, his free hand taking a tight grip around the hilt of the blade as the Brow Structure bend and almost crack at the ridges.
Slowly he removed himself from the seat, it seemed this man was wanting to have a dick measuring contest and he was more then happy throw his dick in the equation. Slowly his hunched form became apparent, standing at over seven foot as he towered through the rest. Once again, a man tried to pick a fight, his chest inflated with ego as he tried to size up. It was met with a quick yet weak jab, his body pushed gently to the side as Dantalion inserted himself into the issue.
"Ahhhh.... Excuse me lads. I need you two to keep it down a bit. We uhhhh.... We can't be having fights goin' on here so if yall wouldn't mind could yall Uhhhh.... Yeah could yall take it outside if a fight starts." he said as he walked between the two, his towering form standing a little shorter then Gekido yet a lot taller then Mammon's. He knew how things worked in a fight. Or at least, how they started in the Demon World. A fight starts to heat up, a bouncer tries to stop. Then a fight Starts right up.
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Post by Mammon on Dec 15, 2016 23:04:07 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992
"Woah." he raised his hand in a placating gesture the palms of his hand's open and laid bare. "No need to say such hurtful things, you might hurt someones feelings." he lit the cigarette with a chemical hiss and struck it to a match he pulled from his pocket, the cancer stick began to puff smoke like a happy little public nuisance. He breathed in and he breathed out a thick curling cloud of smoke towards Gekido. "Smoking not good for you? I forget you Fleshlings weaken with time."
He looked towards Dantalion, a brow cocked and loaded with a question and a look that said 'really'. "Dan, Danny, Danalayo. We're just having a nice chat, aren't we Blueberry?" he turned back to the alien positively beaming mock friendliness. "He was just about to tell me the time he found a Zeni in a wishing fountain, made his fortune off rat fighting all the while caring for his sick mother." he brushed a finger past his cheek as if wiping away a single tear, there was no tear of course and it all dripped of sarcasm. "But it all ends in tragedy when he blows right into a tree one night, drinking and flying."
"I mean, come on. Fight, it wouldn't even be a challenge for me against blue and gruesome over here. No offence." he added the words /no offence/ like an after thought like a slap in the face followed by a pat on the shoulder with a condescending word meant to patch it all up but made it worse. "I mean it would be like me going over to the old folks home and picking a fight, besides I did that yesterday."
"No offence meant, friend."
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Post by Chikara on Dec 16, 2016 0:45:05 GMT
(PL: 1,706 With Heavy Weights)
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Forests, deserts and plains of stone and fire. These were the lands that Chikara had made his own and where his heart clinged too, but now he was exploring perhaps the most dangerous environment of them all: The city. Bustling crowds of people without any care for their surroundings pushed past and formed waves on the footpaths. The Heran had been a bit of a recluse since unwillingly making Earth his home, but that kind of behaviour would not get him very fair, unfortunately he needed friends, and so socializing was the obvious next move in this game of chess.
The usual forms of entertainment found all around the galaxy were of course located on Earth as well, from Casinos to Zoos, but Chikara was looking for something a little more suited for the adult life, and he found it in the club life. It stood out like a saw thumb with is glowing purple aesthetic, Chikara could not resists as he was drawn in, as if it had its own gravitational pull. Even standing outside the smells of alcohol, smoke, good times and regret were pungent. Chikara patted the doorman on the back, and skulked around.
He hadn’t been to many clubs before, in fact he was usually dragged along by his friends, but something had stayed with him. A desire to go back was always deep in his mind. The alcohol and cigar lifestyle was something he tried to avoid as much as possible, but would one night really hurt? A warrior prides himself on keeping his body in top shape, but everybody needs a break once and awhile. Chikara took a seat at the bar, and placed his order. Nothing too strong to start the night off, he needed to ease himself into it, he’d get there by the end though.
The night didn’t go as well as planned however, and Chikara found himself stumbling over his words with alcohol inside of him. Every misstep on the dance floor took him back to the bar where he ordered something stronger to wash away the bad times. He took a look at the time, and thought about leaving early, but then something in his peripheral vision caught his eye. Strangely enough, another Heran was located in the bar, and he was talking to a very odd looking fellow. “Who would have guessed, yet another Heran? What are the odds of that.”
Chikara drank the last of his drink, and stood up, wanting to introduce himself. But before walking over, another odd looking man joined in on the fun, and it looked as if though things were getting a bit heated over there. Chikara couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, but it didn’t look like things were as happy as a club should be. Chikara walked over, and placed his arm over the resident smoker of the group. “Howdy fellows. You boys look like you know how to have some fun around here. Hows about you let me in on it?”
Chikara swatted away the smoke brimming from the cigar, which lay inside the mouth of what Chikara could only describe as a perhaps a Demon, definitely not something he came across often, but the horns gave it away. One of his pals also appeared to be from the depths of Hell, neither of them looked as if though they were in a good mood. Chikara hoped his humorous tone might defuse the situation a bit, but quite frankly he was bored, and so if things turned sour, he would have no problem doing what was necessary.
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Post by Gekido on Dec 16, 2016 4:17:25 GMT
His eye twitched as the man walked him a weakling but he keep his cool for now, "Well look at you, you look like my a dried up sand witch." He spat giving the man annoyed glare. Then his friend seem to arrive to cool them down before the demon called him a blue berry. He looked back down slamming his foot down as he grabbed his shirt, "Fuck this shit, i'm not gonna sit around and let you step on my pride, i hope you know, you made a big mistake stepping to me." Gekido said dropping the weighted shirt onto the floor which cracked said floor leaving a small crater next to the two men. His eyes glared with bloodlust as his aura began to explode around him, "You fucked with the wrong heran, i came here for a drink but i'll take a brawl instead, unless you want to go home with a broken skull i suggest you back up." He said, he was giving the demon one last shot, however that would change quite quickly. His eyes widened as he heard the man speak before slamming his hand into the Table breaking it in two with a single palm his drink falling over as glass flew everywhere. "What the fuck did you just say." The heran said softly as the words blasted in his head.
"I mean, come on. Fight, it wouldn't even be a challenge for me against blue and gruesome over here. No offence." The mans words rang in his ear like a gunshot the heran mind drifting back to Jihana, she had acted the same way, like he was a fly on the wall, he could not accept that, he was not going to be made into someone amusement because they underestimate his might. A green aura came flush around him he stepping another step, he saw the heran speak but he didn't give one damn he would deal with later, but right now it was him and the demon. The demon seemed to think he could walk around like he did. The herans fist tightened before he rushed past with as much speed as he got forced his muscles to go he wanted to cloak the man and fast, He threw his fist out attempting to hit him right in the jaw and knock him aside. "I am Gekido the Butcher of hera don't you mock me Demonic Welp." He yelled as he threw his fist out right into Mammon's jaw. He turned after either missing Mammon or hitting Mammon looking at the heran, "This ain't a fucking game this is a brawl if you want to fight go ahead i'll break your fucking skull." He yelled as he swung around agian grabbing a chair attempting to slam it right on Mammon head after either already hitting or missing complety, either way the brawl had begun.
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 16, 2016 9:36:00 GMT
Power Level:
Base: Seven Thousand and Eighty Six
Makyo Star Boost: Fifty Six Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty Eight
A hiss, that was how he would describe it, the weight of Mammon's words weighed heavy with every utterance. He drew blood in the sea, attracting the sharks to reap through the ocean's currents. Dantalion's face twisted and morphed beneath the encompassing vision of blackness that had engulfed his entire frame. His head tilted to the side, watching as another approached, a green skin man approaching, the strange pigmentation making light of his extraterrestrial origins. His fingers raised to the side of his hood, a tilt of the head bobbing up and down as he pretended to get a relay of orders. "Copy That, relaying an immediate evacuation." he said allowed, an illumination becoming for a second the only signs of life beneath the curtain of a robe as a plume of black smoke pushed through, a cloud-like shape before dissipating into nothingness.
His head twisted, the only signs of movement the twisting of the light as words rang, "You got here just in time. The fun is about to start." he said as his hand became visible, a mass of red in a loose definition of a meaty claw revealed itself, gripping the neck of the hood before tearing it off, the horns bared first as the entire suit got stuck, lines of white hooks running down the length of its back with tiny fragments of fabric all that was left attached. The mass of meat ran long against the body, the White Carapace of a skull becoming bare to see as drips of crimson ran between the cracks of his teeth. A mass of screams and horror as the crowd in the bar quickly evacuated, a push and a shove as people fell to the ground, left with nothing but a crawl as they desperately struggled to escape.
He paused for a second, his breath a heavy letting loose an unnatural fog emanating from his jaw as he looked around the bar, "Now then. The bar is evacuated. Go nuts." he said, Ki channeling through his body as slowly he hovered into the air, slowly retreating into the back, his free hand gripped around the hilt as he began to charge a Green mass of Ki stealthy running through the length of the blade.
Charging [N1] Envious Rending
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Post by Mammon on Dec 17, 2016 1:00:11 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992
"Blue-" and it hit him quite literally, first there was the fist that connected to his lower jaw than there was the chair and unlike the movies chairs didn't break they broke people, and the aesthetic of the bar was more modern and decidedly more metal. It hit him laying him out flat with a metallic 'THWAK'. "-berry. Ow."
The world swam around him time was like jelly, oh god how hard did I get hit. "We got off to the wrong foot." he stood and shook his head his hand going to his lip. "I meant what I said in the nicest-" he withdrew his finger's from his lips and there tagging along for the ride was blood. "-son of a smurf." He ran his hand through his hair slicking it back smearing the long streak of red through his hair, giving Gekido, a wintry smile.
"A Heren?" he turned to the new comer Chikara. "Dan, I didn't know we were going fishing. I would've bought a bigger hook." he rolled his shoulder's stretched out his arm's shrugging, his eye's narrowed on the younger Heran, and his eye's lit up the laughter swimming in the pitched colour of red, the cruel mirth lighting it up like two great lanterns shedding their ominous glow, he looked through him to his Ki and his smile went from ear to ear. "Kid, you picked the wrong night." The thing about predators is there's no honour in the fight, no struggle of wills just simply the thrill of the hunt, and when weaker prey has presented itself and when you get hit by a chair and tossed to the ground, well you start assessing your options.
"Danny boy, you've got papa smurf." he walked towards Chikara, his thumb and forefinger coming together in an 'O' shape and he bought it to his head. "Ever wanted to travel the world." And he let the finger go his forefinger if it connected it would toss him back and onto the dance floor and into a neighbouring wall. "Let me give you a hand." he stepped onto the floor his steps in time with the music the ravel lights flickering off him the many tongues of colour making his face monstrous in the low light, or more so than usual.
Intent To Throw Chikara, Into the wall
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Post by Chikara on Dec 17, 2016 6:41:03 GMT
Though hoping to keep the situation calm and under control, Chikara quickly realized that would not be possible. The other Heran antagonized the two strange fellows, which obviously was not a good idea. One of the Demons removed his cloak to reveal the very frightening face below, which caused the club to clear out very quickly. "You sure know how to have fun." Unreceptive to the quip, the Demonic fellow slowly began to float in the air, and judging by the weapon his hand, he didn't have good intentions. "This isn't quite what I had planned."
The other Demon, whom Chikara had hopped to hit it off better, also seemed quite unreceptive to his advances of friendship. Before he could prepare for any sort of battle, he made strange gestures with his fingers. "What the hell are yo-" Unknown force intervened, and Chikara found himself flying through the air. Unable to react quick enough, he came into full contact with the wall behind him. "That'll leave a mark" he was able to croak out, before peeling off the wall and kissing the cold, hard dance floor. These Demons meant business, and Chikara was ready to sell.
But first, a drink. The Heran quickly ran back over to the bar, and poured himself a shot, which he downed in a flash. Realizing the gravity of the situation, he chugged the whole bottle, and took his battle stance. "I don't know who you think you are, but you messed with the wrong Heran. This night was about making friends, not enemies." Chikara turned his attention to the other Heran, who was probably intoxicated quite heavily seeing as he had started the brawl. He wasn't quite sure what side he was on but his beef was with the Demon.
He thought about his plan of attack very carefully. There were three potential foes in front of him, and if need be he would have to deal with each of them. There was also the matter of the heavy weights he was wearing, which would undoubtedly hinder him in a full fire fight. The first Demon who was now floating in the air had a weapon in his hand and was quite clearing preparing for some sort of big attack, but Chikara would deal with that when he needed to, for now he focused his attention of the Heran and the Demon that attacked him.
Once again, the Heran was a loose cannon, not to be trusted but potentially not an enemy. He had no need to attack him, and so instead went back to the one who laid their hands on Chikara. "Just remember that you started this, not me." Chikara glanced at the bottle in his hand, and a grin cut across his face. In just a second, he took aim at the Demon, and flung the bottle as hard as he could. But not content with just that, he started running, with just a slight limp from being thrown into the wall. He sprung into the air, and took aim for a dropkick just behind his alcoholic projectile. |
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Post by Gekido on Dec 17, 2016 7:15:45 GMT
Powerlevel battle Spirit Activated:84,116
He smirked with Sanctification as Mammmon slammed right into the cold hard floor with the powerful blows he hit the man with. He was strong he took them well enough, tonight would be exciting that was for sure. The heran looked down with bloodlust in his eyes, the blood dripping down the mans head. "Heh guess Skull cracking is something that i have not lost my touch on, hope your brains as tough as i am or else i'll squash it like i'm about to do to you. The Demon began to focus on the other heran he'd let him deal with that but their still was the Large demon he looking at him as his hand began to glow with ki, "So your strong as well, while your friend deals with the other heran how about we see what eachother got i want to take as many unwanted pest out while i fight the main course." He'd let the other demon take out the heran he'd take out this demon and then they could fight, he was the one he really wanted to fight, it was a waste of his time to fight the others so he would get rid of them as fast as possible. He pointed his hand straight at Dantalion a green ball beginning to swirl around his hand. His Galatic edge was being charged to soon be fired. The Attack sparked with electricity as he looked Dantalion dead in the eye, "If you don't want a hole in your chest i suggest you get going this fight is between me and your white haired friend if you want to join him on the ground be my guest but don't expect any mercy." The heran said with dead seriousness, if he fought he would be fine leaving the man dead in the water.
Charging Up2: Galatic Edge
Attacks Current Power:56,077
Attacks Power next turn:112,154
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Post by Dantalion on Dec 17, 2016 8:18:27 GMT
The Power Level:
Base: Seven Thousand and Eighty Six
Makyo Star Boost: Fifty Six Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty Eight
His form tightened his grip on his hilt forcing through more and more Ki, the blade itself giving the illusion of engorgement his posture lowered, his back straightening up as he reached his full size, staring down at the Blue Heran with illuminated vision. "Just want to let it be known. I didn't start this." he muttered, his jaw unhinging slightly as an almost toxic plume of black ran out. The garnet light twisting and molding through the black mist. Then his hand raised into the air, the blade following with a stream of green Ki behind it as he let it hand in the air for a second, a heavy drop of the blade as the first stream of green Ki formed and shaped into a vertical fast moving slash straight for Gekido's right arm.
As the first slice rushed towards the arm, his arm pulled it up again, then again, then again, continuing another six times, each slash on their own being minuscule in power, but combined to equal a far greater threat. "I'm sorry. But do you really think the two of you could take us out quickly enough?" he scoffed as the final slash rushed forward with a flurry of crackling green light. As the final charge hit, his body began to flow with Ki, his body raising, starting with a weak hover, his feet an inch off the floor. Then came the burst, his arms pressed against his side, his body turning to the shape more akin to a torpedo then bestial creature as he flung himself upwards, his body crashing through the ceiling of the bar.
"Come now. Let us fight in the shade of Makyo. Let us appease its hunger for a good fight." he echoed, his grating voice but a whisper as it reached Gekido. Behind him, stood nothing more than a twinkle of red, the moon a little to the left but behind him, shone the garnet illumination of the Makyo Star, its hunger unsatiable for death and violence. It was rumored in the Demon World it is what happens when a Demon grows too powerful, they take the form of a Star. Its power is infectious, donating its power to other Demon's to appease its sadistic hunger. Though these are always rumors, and few a stock is to be put in them. As he hovered there for a few seconds, his hand held a tight grip on the Hilt of the blade, his posture twisting and turning as he prepared to be ignored, taking a surprise attack to strike Gekido when his attention was drawn elsewhere.
Using Technique on Gekido - Power Level Total Thirty-Seven Thousand Four hundred and Eighty Five
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Post by Mammon on Dec 17, 2016 9:50:20 GMT
Base PL 12,499 Makyo Star Power (x8) 99,992
"I think I am Mammon." he replied to Chiakra, he followed the young fighter following the line of his figure crossing the small places in between like an object he catalogued his worth, his price and how much he'd have to pay. "Come." And his lip's parted in a knowing smile the craggy outline of his mouth quirking up at its corners displaying his canines as might a dog ready to bite, it was the kinda smile that said without saying 'you're not going anywhere'.
He walked towards him his feet clicking against the ground with a 'TAP' 'TAP' 'TAP' sound as the heels of his shoes touched the floor. He moved with his shoulder's held back his head high and his horns higher. The bottle came at him as an improv missile, he watched it fly towards him in slow motion his supernatural senses registering it as a slow moving object spinning, spinning and caught. He held it there in his hand's turning it over before the blue warrior engaged with his drop kick. "Fine vintage, good year." he'd adjust his position so as the drop kick connected it would connect with the crown of his head and that atop it trying to intercept the blow and impale the leg atop his horns.
"I heard Herans were a leg above the rest, but this is just ridiculous." he let out a belly laugh, the strobe light glancing off him filling the fight mid scene with strange and alien colours. "Now once you pull yourself together, try to stay alive." and like the universe read the situation the track switched over and the audio system began to belt out the lyric the Bee Gees classic Stayin' Alive."You just gotta love these earth town beats? Is that what they call them. But the thing is kid." and he emphasised /kid/ as address and insult all as one. "I'm going to take this /dance/ slow, but once I'm finished you got two choices. You work for me or I'm going to take that other leg."
Intent To Intercept Chikara's Kick With His Horns And Impale His Leg On Them.
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