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Post by Dantalion on Jan 27, 2017 9:41:24 GMT
It seemed that he had underestimated the amount of time he had available between crashing through the wall and a kick. Though that didn't stop some breakneck decision making, as he darted along he quickly spun his cleaver around with sharp precision, his feet planted into the ground as he reeled back from the impact. A cloud of dust pulled up behind as he tore a trail into the ground from the kick before Speenatch quickly turning around and heading back in to save the friend. It seemed that he and Mammon were to be given a chance, short as it may be to take out Big Train.
Dantalion's jaw unhinged, a cloud of black miasma quickly dissipating forward as crackles and sparks of green current flowed through, his muscle mass expanding three-fold, his veins twisting into a bright green concoction beneath the thick mist of blackness. Within the span of a second the darkness that had enveloped him started to twist and dart around, creating a spiral show of blackness around him, trails of green following through the current of the wind as he drew his blade high, a trail of green following along the curvature of the blade as his jaw rattled back and forth, "Envious. Rending." he stated unphased by the current turn of events. With a quick dash of the blade, a green slice of Ki followed through, a straight vertical slash of green Ki flying towards Big Train.
As he finished his blade strike he would be quick to follow up, his body hunched down as he darted forward, his blade held aloft as he followed up with a wild swing, if the first shot missed, he could at least try and get another strike in. Though with a tag team approach, an opening was bound to show up sooner or later.
Taking Steel Strike - Blocked marginal Damage
Demonic Will Activated - Current PL - 30,573
Attacking with Envious Rending for 33% Currnet PL - 10089
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Post by Speenatch on Jan 30, 2017 11:09:38 GMT
Speenatch actually flinched for a moment as he sensed the sheer power both Big Train and Mammon were putting out after their powering up. One's ki was dark and malevolent... moving to try and strangle the energy around it. The other's, bright and calm... flowing as freely as a river. And now, even Dantalion had powered up! Where the strange demon had once been less powerful than himself, now... now Dantalion was multiple times stronger!
'Dagnabbit! Can everyone just summon up more power when they want it now?! What am I missin'?!'
The fighter growled and rushed towards that attack that had been launched. His eyes could just barely follow it, if he tried his hardest.
'More power... more speed...'
The muscled little fighter rushed back towards the battle as fast as he could. While he was unable to intercept or block that attack, he could provide a distraction. At least for a little while. Hopefully, he could do so for long enough that Big Train could defeat his horned and evil opponent. Thus, why he silently powered up one of his latest techniques, an improved version of his normal Steel Strikes.
A visible aura, some dark pink-ish color, quickly rose around his arm. And the limb encased in that aura was strengthened to the point of being hard and strong as metal. While still retaining some tensile strength. A solid, steel punch, protected by power around it. And what did the warrior call it...?
"Steel Series Mark Two! MARK TWO CROSS-PUNCH!"
He threw all of his weight into the blow, aiming it for Dantalion's side at the exact moment that he called out the name of his attack. Hopefully it would hit... or the monster would be distracted enough with blocking it that he wouldn't be able to give Big Train a follow-up cut. And then be further distracted by beating on Speenatch that he would leave the bigger, more capable fighter alone.
'Just buy time, Speenatch. Big Train can win this, let 'im be tha hero this time around! Ya just gotta last long enough fer 'im ta take out the boss-man. Then he can one-shot this one before we save tha people o' this lil' town!'
Technique Used: [UP2] Steel Series Strike Mark II: Delivered at 66% charge for 8,799 PL
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Post by Mammon on Jan 30, 2017 12:08:46 GMT
Out Of Power Out Of LinesA Bite Out of Crime
"The Saint, the sinner the fool." he adjusted his hat on his head, it had stayed on in all the commotion held in place by the horns on his head, he followed the brim with thumb and forefinger circling its outline getting a feel for the material. "You know." and he came on like a train, he stood in the way of the train on the metaphorical tracks. "I hate to." he hit Mammon, his figure was swept up off his feet on that massive arm his leg's dangling in the air. Next stop station pain, or it should've been.
When it came to its stop it didn't fling him from his arm, or knock the wind out of him he moved with the blow he slithered and writhed up the arm like a fat snake, his ki had gained an oily complexion and it gnawed at the senses like someone had turned over the road kill of the mind and the corruption festering benath was revealed to all. His bones became rubbery and he flowed over him like sewage water and when he had become 'solid' once more his arms were wrapped around Big Train's chest holding his form in place and restricting movement like a fleshy vice.
"Derail this train, but I've got a thirst you might help quench." the corners of his mouth quirked up and finally his jaws opened his teeth were as razors in a chainsaw of a mouth, and when his mouth had opened up enough that it would've felt at home on a Jaws poster he snapped it down and onto the flesh of Big Train's shoulder. Cannablism wasn't unheard of and it was trivial in the demon realm, demons ate other demons that was life and this wasn't even cannibalism he was a demon and he was a human, just one rare human steak to go. He had the jaws that would rend the flesh from the bone so when he pulled back his head he was getting at least half a mouthful.
"Tastes like chicken." his mouth was painted a deep red, the life blood spattered over his lip's and left his mouth bloody as a butcher's shop. "When you came here to play hero, did you expect to find a real devil?" and what ripped from his throat was the darkest chuckle this side of a morgue, it was something to hear like him it crawled up the listener and sank its teeth deep into the ear.
KP: 1/3
Base PL: 21,942 Current PL: 65,826
Up to: No good
Celestial Event: N/A
Tags: Big Train , Dantalion , Speenatch
Binder's Cage, stuns opponent for one round.
Technique Name: [SU1] Binders Cage
Description: Functionally it works akin to the Full Nelson technique that is used throughout the series, or the Bear Hug it incapacitates an opponent through the method of locking ones arms around the victims arm pits, or simply closing them around their chest effectively restricting movement. It may also combine a number of other small details depending on the elasticity of the user, such as wrapping someones feet around his foe legs, or even sinking ones teeth into him for a better grip.
Mechanically: The user wraps themselves around their victim essentially stunning for 1 round at 100% PL, can disrupt a charging attack if the stun power level is within 80% of the opponent's attack's power level.
Flavour: The user attaches themselves to the opponent, with a trick of ki he simply flows like water his body writhes over its victim the bones loosing solidity and the flesh becoming malleable, and when the user finally snaps back to normal they have ensnared their opponent with the placement of their arms and leg's.
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Post by Big Train on Jan 31, 2017 19:31:42 GMT
Whoa, Mammon wrapped around him like a coil! Big Train would have been incredibly impressed if it wasn’t for the impending doom of having a chunk of his flesh ripped off. That was cheating in the Big Train’s mind! Luckily, while Big Train was aloof outside of battle. He had a certain genius about him in the heat of battle. His combat awareness was impressive. He reacted to Mammon’s in coming teeth without a bat of an eye or even a hint of fear.
Big Train took a page out of Mister Steel’s book, using his ki to strengthen his skin and body. However, he clearly wasn’t as good as Mister Steel at it. This was, after all, his first time attempting the technique. But thankfully it does keep Mammon from taking an ACTUAL chunk out of Big Train. However, his teeth do sink deeply into Big Train’s flesh. The pressure of the demon’s jaw strength vs Big Train’s skin strength causes a fountain of blood to squirt out high from the wound created on his shoulder.
He managed to keep himself mostly intact from Mammon’s bite. But there was no way he could tank or dodge Dantalion’s incoming attack. Mammon’s grip was just too tight. Dantalion’s impressive green slash slammed directly into Big Train’s chest with such force that it would send him and Mammon flying backwards, if Mammon did not get out of the way, that is. If Mammon was still attached to Big Train, the two would be sent crashing into a nearby building. The structure would explode, sending pieces of wood raining all around the battle field. If Mammon managed to get out of the way in time, then it would be only Big Train that went for the wild ride. He would not surface from the rubble of the collapsed building.
Sorry for the wait, fellas!
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 1, 2017 2:59:24 GMT
Dantalion's Teeth spread long and wide as Speenatch punch flew through the Air, Dantalion braced himself, his chest left wide open as a hand parted open, free and waiting for the chance to strike. As he flew for the side Dantalion nimbly twisted, his chest taking the brunt of the force as his body bent a tad back from the force, a sweeping of black miasma pouring from his teeth as Green Ki channeled through his body. "Gotcha Big Boy." a cynical-esque charm rolled with his words as for a brief second, hope might have gleaned for the poor unfortunate sob.
With a quick motion and twist of the upper torso a hand gripped Speenatch at the elbow, using his massive size and weight he pulled the part man, part dancing machine high into the air, leaving him hovering for a few seconds before crashing him down to the left of him, clouds of dust following if the impact was to be made. Followed by another raising of the arm, dashing him against his other side, the pile of lumber and timber left over from the rubble of the building. One last strike to his left to follow before tossing him into the air, he hadn't seen him demonstrate the capacity of flight, though he wouldn't be surprised if he could. His stance lowered, his blade gripped tightly in one hand as his feet rolled along the ground, as if to mark what was his territory.
His teeth spread apart before rattling the bones of his jawline, a single hand holding his cleaver above him in place, with full intention of leaving his mark. "Kick me once, shame on me. Hit me twice, I'll cleave ya in two!" he roared, a bellowing like noise reverberating from deep inside, primal anger yet also joy, this might very well have been the first time he won a fight on Earth though at this point he had only been in one before it. His blade hovered in the air, his fingertips gripping it loosely as he pointed straight for the leg. He couldn't go killing every hero that he met, especially those who were gracious and smart enough to ask questions. Though that didn't mean he had no intention of leaving a deep and unforgettable mark in his foe.
KP 3/3
Taking most of Mark Two head long. Marginal damage reduced from bending at impact
Bashing Speenatch side to side followed by Cleaver Penetration at leg
Current PL - 22,573
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Post by Speenatch on Feb 1, 2017 6:16:53 GMT
Speenatch grinned as he hit Dantalion's smoky body right on. His most powerful technique landed a direct hit! Though, the skeleton-faced thing had slightly faster reflexes than the mullet-maned fighter had accounted for. He'd actually managed to turn around, but he hadn't had the speed to dodge. ' Ha! Bastard's gonna go flyin' with the power I put behind that-... Why ain't he flyin'?' Any further thoughts were interrupted by the hand gripping his elbow, right after the bit of chuckling and mockery. As soon as he was grabbed, Speenatch tried to wriggle free. But the smoking "demon" had a grip like a vice... " Well... Crappioli..." He spoke in such a small, small voice as he was lifted into the air by the taller foe. He'd even lost his "Steel" stage affect. Then he was slammed against the ground. Hard enough to knock dust around, and hard enough that the impact would leave some bruising around the ribs area. As he was lifted up for the next throwing down, he spoke again... " ...In a bowl..." Then it was time to go crashing against the timbers that had once made up the town's Saloon. Causing a great ruckus as old, dry wood was sent flying all over the place. And his body was sent dipping into the pile like some sort of solid, far more painful pool. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to worry about splinters, his skin was too tough for the normal debris to pierce thanks to his training. The blunt force still hurt, though. Quite a bit. He got some seconds of the taste of dust though, when he was once again sent crashing against the Earth by the more powerful opponent. But, before he did, he had enough time to finish his thought... " ... 'a cheap marinara sauce..." Then, he was flying! Well, not really. He wasn't using his ability to fly at that moment, he was still a bit frazzled by the quick and efficient beat-down he'd received. Nope, he was just being forced to go up by a powerful throw. After a few moments, gravity decided it was time for him to come back down. Right towards the sharp point of that cleaver. ' Okay, Speenatch. Just charge up enough energy ta block that blade, make yer leg hard enough ta do it!' He tried to charge up the power... but using so much ki on two powerful techniques in such a short span of time had left him a bit drained at the moment. He needed a bit more time to re-charge. Time he didn't have as he fell down, ' Wait a minute... I can fly!' And so he did, pushing against the ground with his energy to produce lift. Just as he was about to hit that cleaver... thanks to his relatively quick thinking, his leg didn't get chopped off. Nor did his leg get broken by the impact. However, he did get quite a nasty gash across the shin as he pushed himself to the side. Thanks to that impossibly sharp, impossibly gigantic blade. He barely felt it at the moment, but it would start to sting soon... ' Okay, that hurt like gettin' sat on by a Majin that likes throwin' his weight around...' Speenatch thought to himself as he landed a short distance from the demon. Following that, he got himself into a guarded stance. Both of his legs were spread shoulder length apart, one slightly behind the other. His hands were held up, one near his face, the other at around his waist. Both were a short distance away from his body, and both took the form of fists. ' But at least I'm keepin' it from bein' two on one... as soon as Big-Train gets up and takes out that horned fella, we can team up on this guy and take 'im down...' Just to double-check how his friend and fellow fighter was doing... Speenatch gave a quick scan of the area. Eyes, ears, and ki-senses were all attuned to finding out where he'd gone. What greeted his shade-covered eyes, somehow they'd stayed on in that whole mess, was a freshly destroyed building. It wasn't the Saloon, either... His ki-sensing abilities also told him that Big Train was in there. He idly kept them searching for Mammon while he thought... ' Well... shucks... That... ain't good. It ain't good at all... Welp, guess it's up ta me ta take 'em both on...' He turned his attention firmly back towards Dantalion. Keeping a wary eye on his opponent. His opponent who was still multiple times more powerful than Speenatch was. His opponent who was also just about half as powerful as Mammon was at the moment... He muttered to himself in a low voice... " This is gonna be a challenge..." As he said that, his weighted bands clicked and became... weightless. For whatever reason, he'd gone back up to full power. Perhaps it was the verbal acknowledgment of a challenge. Perhaps it was how badly he was getting his "keister" kicked. He wasn't quite aware of the power-up himself, just While his mind formulated a game-plan, his mouth threw out some trash-talk. Once again, using the confident tones of Mister Steel. " Well, ya missed me once... Wanna shame yerself by missin' twice?" He finished up with a confident smirk, just waiting for Dantalion to attack. Or provide an opening. One of the two. Recovered one KP, current numbers... 1/3 KP Light Weights "Removed", PL jumps from 13,333 to his full 17,778. Tags: Mammon Big Train Dantalion |
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Post by Mammon on Feb 1, 2017 7:39:46 GMT
Out Of Power Out Of Lines
The Fruit of the Flesh
He exalted in the taste the salty thick liquid was ambrosia on his tongue, it painted his teeth his gums and smeared over his lip's like the world's most messy lipstick, he made small fleshy sounds as his tongue flicked out cleaning his jaw line, it was long slender and wet, it ended in two prongs it was the tongue of a serpent it was the tongue of a snake, it was the tongue of the deceiver.
But he wasn't deceiving anyone at the moment he had just taken a bite into the Big Train's shoulder and he thought about his next quip or where to take the second bite 'so trains do bleed', But that sounded incredibly daft so he didn't say it instead he said. "No retort, no witty comeback? Have I put a stop to this locomotive."
Evidently he hadn't, he plowed on through the building wood crunching under Ki enhanced bodies, supports turning to splinters under superior muscles, it sounded somewhat like 'crunch' 'bang' 'whoop', and the less you know about the 'whoop' the better. He stood up around the wreckage like the metaphorical meerkat come out of his hole to observe the savanna, the savanna was very rubble-strewn today. "Seems you're causing more damage than us, by the way how's the shoulder? If you're not careful it could get infected."
He mindlessly began checking his gums his forefinger probing his teeth in the search of something between them, he had the look of some teen loafing not really bothered and really should get a job, but he was in the middle of the rubble and bloody, not his blood but who could tell the difference? And his clothes had knicks and long scrapes he examined this with evident disappointment. "Look what you've done, now I'm gonna need a new set of threads."
“The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike.” he quoted loftily at them, he had a flair for the dramatic so when he opened up with that he flung his arm out to the sky his hand poised to snatch the sun from heavens bosom, it was a more poetic way of saying he held his hand up. “What art thou, but men condemned to die?”
KP: 2/3
Base PL: 21,942 Current PL: 65,826
Up to: No good
Celestial Event: N/A
Tags: Big Train , Dantalion , Speenatch
No KP based move used, KP goes up by one.
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Post by Big Train on Feb 2, 2017 0:57:03 GMT
The former building was still while Mammon gloated. Then a second, smaller explosion expelled from within the rubble. Sending even more debris high up into the sky to rain down over the former town, current field of battle. Only Mammon would be the one to be able to catch the blur that was Big Train. He was sprinting with all his might, but he was moving AWAY from Mammon. It wouldn’t be clear just what he was doing until the large teenager appeared behind Dantalion. Big Train thought that if he managed to take out Dantalion then Mister Steel and himself could team up against Mammon. It seemed effective against himself, so he figured it was the fastest way to take down these two and save the town. Besides, Dantalion had some pay back coming to him! After Big Train would appear behind Dantalion, he attempted to grab him in a bear hug around the waist from the back. If that was successful then he would pull him with all his might, sending him flying backwards in a massive overhead suplex. The impact of the throw would have Dantalion landing full force on the back of his head and neck. The impact of the force would throw asunder the ground underneath the warriors. If this all worked out as planned, Big Train would look down at the demon and say, "No more cleaving for you". Now standing still, the damage to Big Train would be clear. His white gi was in tatters. The top half barely clung to his form. It was stained by all of the blood dripping from the wound on his chest that Dantalion had caused with his slash. The wound was pretty long, stretching across most of his chest. But luckily, it didn’t look like it was TOO deep. Surprisingly, his mask was in perfect condition. Both of his forearms also had matching singe marks from Mammon's Power Energy Ball attack. He would turn to Mister Steel and give him a thumbs up, "We got this man" before turning to face Mammon. If his attack did connect with Dantalion, and did indeed KO him. Big Train would say "I'll give you this one chance. Take your friend and leave" in a stern tone a voice. An 'all business' tone. The Big Train might have started the violence, but if there was a chance to end it, he would take it. As he said this, Big Train would slide his hand into the pocket of his white pants. Luckily these Capsule phones are made strong, it was still in one piece. After a few expert movements of his thumb, Big Train had sent out a Galactic Patrol distress signal.
[UP2] Wrasslin' used on Dantalion for 45,564 PLWhich is almost exactly an insta-KO 150% Coupled with a hit(possibly two) from Speenatch, I believe this should be enough to KO? 0/3 KP Inviting Chili Pepper if everyone is ok with that! |
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Post by Dantalion on Feb 3, 2017 8:06:42 GMT
His posture spoke tales of war, his form shuttered with anticipation, his jawline spread thin into a sharp twisted smile, "Well then, why don't you try and test me footloose?" he responded with malicious joy, his body bending down as his arm gripped the Cleaver with two meaty claws, the rays of sun glistening off with resplendent beauty, disguising its sinister nature.
He didn't notice the impact, the spray of rubble rupturing from the ground, his focus laid squarely on Speenatch as his foot drew a line in the dirt, a long ling that simply said, its message was clear. You ain't getting past here, though that message was soon to be washed away with the clouds of sand which nightly plagued the landscape into a uniform like a look that stretched on till the last grain of sand.
Though his focus belied a mistake, from behind him a squeeze was felt, the words resounded in his mind. Time slowly felt as if it warped into a frame a second, his head turned slightly as the grin spread even further his legs already feeling uplifted by the intense strength of his Elder. His thorns pricked up, a long series of tendril-like thorns digging into the Big Train as his Garnet eyes flashed a deep peridot green. His grin shone out, contrasted with the mass of green light forming as it broke out with crackles of energy. Thin streams of green crackled along his skin as he bent his head down, aiming at his chest. His jaw unhinged one last time as he let loose a bellowing yet gruntled roar, "Nuclear Bazooka!" he screamed, his voice rupturing as his head quickly snapped down, a few seconds to spare before his head came cradling down into the ground with the force of the Locomotive. A mass of green ruptured through his chest, the lights of his eyes fizzling out as he fell into a deep unconscious state from the Wrastling of Big Train
KP 0/3
Nuclear Bazooka(Activating Demonic Custom X3 modifier) attack PL: 94,857
94,857 PL - [UP2] Wrasslin' 45,564 PL = bleed through -49293
Taking Wrastling attack and being KO'ed
Big Train | Speenatch
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Post by Speenatch on Feb 3, 2017 22:53:31 GMT
Speenatch kept his gaze locked on Dantalion, staying silent as the "demon" made moves to intimidate and insult him. He had to focus... watch every move this monster made. He'd already pulled out some interesting moves, like spiking his power up by a factor of three... ' Just like Big Train did... I gotta figure out how ta do that trick fer myself...' A few deep breaths followed... in and out... in and out... He had to remain calm, attune his senses to the world around him. Just like he'd originally been taught when he was still discovering how to properly utilize his energy. His eyes kept close track of every one of Dantalion's movements... his ears listened to every word... every sound his blade made while scratching a line in the sand. Smell... Well, humans didn't tend to have the greatest ability with it. Taste also wasn't very useful at the moment. His ki-sense was, though. He reached out with it to feel his opponent. Memorizing his aura and checking for any tells that he was charging up for an attack. He also used it to keep track of Mammon and Big Train's movements and battle. They were kept on the back-burner, idly observed as he focused most of his attention on Dantalion. ' Alright... just gotta hold 'im off fer long enough that Big Train c'n take down the other guy. Focus on prolongin' tha fight, Speenatch, not winnin'. That's all ya gotta do... run out the clock...' He took a final, long inhalation of air in through his nose. Then he held it in his chest for a moment... before releasing it. Slowly exhaling through his mouth. He prepared to charge, taking a single step forward while opening his mouth to unleash a warrior's cry. Then Big Train suddenly came crashing through and began to... physically wrassle with Dantalion. While infusing his move with energy to slam the skeleton-faced monster into the ground. Multiple times harder than the interaction he himself had undergone with the dirt. It was just a bit cathartic to watch, even if the hefty luchador was ruining Steel's plan. He was just about to respond to the wrestler's shout with a mixture of berating and congratulations... But then Dantalion pulled out another surprise from his bag of tricks. A powerful technique, multiple times stronger than the one he'd used before... ' What tha? He had that power tha whole time?! This ain't good, this ain't good at all!' His eyes remained locked on the cloud of dust and debris thrown around his friend. As well as his ki-sense. Was the teen wrestler alright? Was he still capable of fighting? He'd already seemed to be in pretty bad shape when Speenatch had seen him grapple with Dantalion... " BIG TRAIN!!!" KP Recovered, KP now at 2/3 Tags: MammonBig TrainDantalion |
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Post by Mammon on Feb 4, 2017 5:05:59 GMT
Out Of Power Out Of Lines
Calling Them Out
'WOW' he was being ignored or was this what they called tactics he only had to roll his eye's as the scene unfolded around him, he watched the Big Train, turned into the road runner and he was slightly disappointed when he didn't make the classic 'meep' 'meep' sound, he would've. "Right." he began to slowly saunter towards the conflict, his spurs clicking their metallic proclamation that their wearer was drawing near, one minute three fighters turned to two and he was outnumbered. "Dan, when you pick your ass up from the mess you made, you're losing ten percent from your cut."
"I'll give you this one chance. Take your friend and leave"
"If he got himself into this mess he can get himself out." he wasn't feeling particularly generous to his companion, if he didn't have sense to expect treachery he got what he deserved in Mammon's book, after all this would be a good lesson for his envious friend to pay attention, and he didn't think they'd kill him, they weren't him. "Now I'm feeling generous, you get-" he held up one finger and waved it at the building, he didn't look particularly worried he was rocking back and forth on his heels. "-one free hit, now don't waste it. Cause once you've used it up, well things are gonna a whole lot bloodier."
He pulled out a small cantina from his undershirt, it smelt of hard liquor the kind that was only indistinguishable from paint stripper by the label it once had, he put it to his lips and took a long pull his Adams apple rising and falling with each mouth full, he removed it and the liquid rolled down the side of his cheek before he wiped it and tossed the empty cylinder away. "Now, what are you waiting for." he opened up his arm's embracing the air, his head tilting back the river of hair diverting and streaming back behind his head, it flapped lazily in the stillborn air.
"Fwooo.." he whistled the gunslingers chant the note high and haunting, this was gonna be a Mexican standoff. "ooo..."
KP: 3/3
Base PL: 21,942 Current PL: 65,826
Up to: No good
Celestial Event: N/A
Tags: Big Train , Dantalion , Speenatch
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Post by Big Train on Feb 7, 2017 4:21:07 GMT
Big Train did NOT expect a mouth Bazooka from the demon. Nor could he ever have guess how strong the damn thing would be. The green ki missile impacted his upper body moments before the suplex made contact with the ground. The explosion made the impact crater even larger. Dirt and chunks of earth splashed out from the displays of strength. A dark figure rose back up to his feet in the midst of all the dust and debris, triumphant. It wasn't until when the dust settled back, that it revealed the figure to be Big Train. Lying in the crater was Dantalion's unconscious body. It also revealed just how much damage Big Train took. His left shoulder was extremely red and bruised. Blood was trickling down his whole arm and dripped from his fingers onto the sand below. The arm itself laid limp at his side. It wasn't clear if the arm was broken or not, but it didn't look good. Unbelievably, the mask was still in immaculate, what was that thing made out of?! Big Train barked out his order for Mammon to take his friend and leave. He was a little surprised that Mammon cared so little for his friend. But the demon's response should not have surprised him. Any scum who could enslave a whole town in a mine shaft isn't going to be the most caring person. But the young Big Train was still confident that Mister Steel and himself could take down Mammon. However, the truth was that a strong wind could knock him over at the moment. When the horned creep offered one free hit Big Train couldn't help but think, 'Dammit!'. He didn't have much left in the tank right now and his left arm was completely useless. He just had to have confidence that if he couldn't get a good shot in, then Mister Steel could. "A free shot?" Big Train scoffed, "You expect me to believe that you're just going to let us get a free shot in when you're already outmatched by the best tag team in the world?!". Big Train shook his head, "You're not dumb and you're full of tricks. I don't really trust that offer". Big Train would shuffle away from Dantalion's body to stand closer to Speenatch. The big teen's movement was a bit sluggish, he found himself wishing that he could fly to mask his stiffness.
Sorry bout the wait, fellas. 1/3 KP Chili Pepper |
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Post by Speenatch on Feb 7, 2017 7:45:47 GMT
Speenatch didn't quite look like a hundred percent, but he knew for a fact he looked far better off than Big Train did. For starters, both of his arms were working fine. His garish gi wasn't nearly as shredded or torn, and... well he didn't have many wounds aside from bruises and one gash in his leg. His eyes scanned over Mammon's form, hidden by the shades covering them. His other senses also swept out, feeling the "demon's" power. Mammon's ki was certainly dark and cruel enough to be called "demonic". It carried a taint of evil with it, as if his whole fabric was made up of the negative parts of someone's soul. Reaching, clawing... trying to conquer and destroy anything in its path. ' Dagnabbit, I never felt anythin' like this. Not even when that Tulip gal was threatenin' me and about ta kick ma keister. She had a stain, sure... but this... this guy's whole soul is a flippin' stain.' As Big Train stepped up alongside him, Speenatch took in the damage from his peripheral vision. He had to suppress a wince as he centered his focus back on the horned man that had given them a challenge. Of course, he showed his concern with a little question, muttered too quietly for Mammon to hear from across the town center. Hopefully... " Y'alright there, buddy? Still able ta fight?" He wasn't sure if he'd really pick up on the answer. His thoughts were whizzing by at a mile a minute. A dozen different plans were running through his head, about ways he might just be able to hold this guy off. And how much he could capitalize on the man's offer. ' One free hit... Just one....' An idea came to his mind. The Western-style town, the get-up and false drawl this foe had been putting on. Not to mention the six-shooter strapped to his belt. Unnecessary, but part of a costume. ' Alright, I got it... Just act like ya misinterpreted 'is words... An' appeal ta his lil' fantasy...' " Alrighty! I'll take one free shot at ya..." He held up his fingers in the shape of a gun, while trying to maintain his confident smirk. Hopefully he could explain his plan to Big Train right after Mammon accepted. ' Course, even if I tell 'im, he might not listen at all. Big guy's runnin' head-first inta EVERYTHIN' today.' " Whaddya say, line up back ta back? Take ten paces and fire? That way we both get a free shot before tha fight. Fair's fair..." Tags: Mammon Big Train Dantalion |
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Post by Mammon on Feb 7, 2017 11:16:20 GMT
Out Of Power Out Of Lines
The Flames Of Hell
"Whadda I say?" he tapped his chin with a long pointed nail he mused there a moment thinking it over, like a man pondering the BIG questions of life 'who was he gonna hurt' 'who was he gonna cheat' 'who was he gonna lie to'. "How about no." he drew in a long breath of air till his cheeks were round and bloated with their contents, he looked paused a moment drawing in the silence and with that their attention.
His lip's puckered a globe of red hot spit escaped his mouth, sizzling and turning to steam before it ever hit the ground 'FWOOSH!' it came out as a torrent like someone had broken a damn, a damn river of fire. It glowed brilliantly passing through a dirty yellow to a brilliant orange, tongues of flame leaped from it snapping out at wood and setting it to flame, it streaked up support beams like molten snake strangling it with oppressive heat and turning wood to ash in their terrible grasp. All this was aimed at the Big Train, a pier for this decrepit locomotive.
And when the last wisp of hell fire left his lip's, the last strand of dirty yellow flame died out on his tongue leaving his mouth to smoke and steam in ugly dark clouds, it hung about him crackling with heat, heat he didn't notice heat and smoke he wore as a thief might wear midnight. "So what was it again, ten paces and fire?"
"Fair's fair." he closed his hand and opened it again and there upon his naked skin a thick neck cigar. "Do you believe in demons now?" he slid it between his mouth disappearing under them and reappearing a moment later lit and hanging over his bottom lip, gurgling out choking clouds of smoke
KP: 0/3
Base PL: 21,942 Current PL: 65,826
Up to: Burn It Down
Celestial Event: N/A
Tags: Big Train , Dantalion , Speenatch
[CDA]Evil Flame x7 153,594 aimed at Big Train, intent KO
Breathing out a mote of fire from his mouth that severely burns its target(s), and causes destructive effects to any area that is caught within the flames. [Custom Demon Ability]
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Post by Chili Pepper on Feb 7, 2017 20:24:01 GMT
[Thread PL: 459,642 PL; Ahkotto Kosho x6 in use]
That’s when out of the sky with a thud came down a pile of clothing heavy like bags of sand. A wild disc zips down cutting through the yellow flames that spewed from Mammon’s pasty lips, blocking it from licking the building. When the smoke and fire died away Chili Pepper from the Galactic Patrol levitates in front of the saloon having squashed the attack intended for Big Train, bright eyes peering out from under the shade of his cap. The pup’s brawn swollen with his unleashed power.
Clad in his his usually baggy pants and a white undershirt stretched across his enlarged frame. “I got a distress signal around here, can you gentlemen tell me where the Patrolman is?” Chili looked into Mammon’s crimson orbs “I don’t think that’s you… we try to avoid damaging property. So you wanna tell me what’s going on?” The pup was feeling cocky since the acquisition of his new strength, his paws clenched into fists, surveying the whole scene. He found the unconscious Dantalion first, Speenatch, and felt Big Train himself somewhere behind him.
He was rather unsure of the scenario at hand, assuming if there was a Galactic Patrolman in trouble he had been trying to do his duty. Logic would dictate however that someone trying to turn a saloon into kindling probably had bad intentions.
Chili used his Chainshuricanine [UP2] at 306,428 PL to block Mammon's attack.
1/3 KP
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