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Post by Mammon on Mar 5, 2017 18:12:23 GMT
The Crack of The Whip
Informative
"This is what you call trying to kill him?" this was sad this was beyond pathetic, maybe when they marched upon Vegeta the SSE would die of laughter? One could hope, but he had these people on his hand's. "Pathetic." he said with utter contempt there was no logic no team work, it was one after the other and even that was flawed they came on one after the other instead of all at once. "First off Dantalion, you should've let the others probe for weaknesses. Use that smoke you're so fond of."
He held up a finger the space above it began to shimmer and swell with a faint blue light, it pulsated like the beating of a heart shrinking one moment the next expanding out in size, soon it was the size of his head. "You should've started with beam attacks, gauged his reaction time." he opened his palm and let the sphere of light hover there, slowly letting it fall an inch away from his bare skin. He made it trace the outline of his palm he all but knuckled walk it, it was the ki equivalent of a coin trick.
"You had him reacting, soon he will be the one acting and when he does that he will take you apart." he closed his hand snuffing out the glittering ball as if to say 'just like that'. "You may have to fight opponents many times your own strength, and the only thing that will keep your sorry asses alive is teamwork, gods help you." and he reached behind his throne and withdrew if by magic a small platter of sweet meats, they fanned out with four points their surface glistening with a sheen it was if someone had candied starfish, he brought one to his mouth and with a 'SNAP' he began to crunch and munch on them noisily.
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 6, 2017 4:53:28 GMT
Mammons words fell on deft ears, the man was a walking ego, and he had hoped that getting bitch slapped by Xylo would have humbled the man, only for him to arrive in fancy clothes drinking and eating the fruits of everyone else's labour. He hadn't seen him do anything, where others trained, he dined. Where others toiled on paperwork, he lazed. He might have had the power to back him up but when the SSE attacks, his power will be nothing more than vapour in the wind. Provided the man stays to fight, something Dantalion doubts will happen.
With his words ignored Dantalion focused on Tabu's gloating, it was no better than Mammon's, but at least he had some power to back him up. He could take off his Cloak and be done with this all right away, but this was training, they were all trying to grow more powerful for the coming days. His head turned as he followed Tabu, Limac darting in for a strike. "Damnit hold on!" Dantalion yelled at Limac, the Namekian was rushing headlong into the fray for apparently no reason. Though now that he thought about it, none of these Namekians was utilising their full capacity. "Trumpet get in the fray instead of sitting there like a stuffed chicken! Bongo use your limbs! You're a Namekian you don't need to rush in like that!" They had the capacity to regenerate lost limbs it wasn't like they needed to worry about being cut.
With the orders dispatched Dantalion closed the distance between himself and Tabu, his blade raised above his head as he swatted down like a makeshift bat. If he was to go in when he was prepared it no doubt wouldn't have worked, but hopefully, Bongo and Trumpet could provide enough of a distraction to allow him to smack the man into the ground.
Going into Swat Tabu to the floor with Sword PL - 4603 - HW still Equipped KP [3/3] Trumpet | Limac | Tabu
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Post by Trumpet on Mar 7, 2017 20:40:49 GMT
The kick to his back sent the enormous mutant staggering forward in his charge, but the existence of a fifth limb allowed Bongo to maintain his balance, rather than fall flat on his face. He dug his claws into the floor as he twisted himself around to prepare for another charge. He only barely registered the chastising from the other Mazoku members as his unstable transformation had him drunk on rage and testosterone. His go to strategy was excessive brute force, and Trumpet silently lamented to himself that he should have diverted at least a little energy to Bongo's mental faculties when he was creating him. All he wanted was a meat shield who could fight on his behalf, and this was the result of getting what you wished for. Turning to face Dantalion who commanded Trumpet to engage in the fight, he leered at him and folded his arms as he continued hovering in the air. "I am not a front line combatant, and I came to this meeting expecting a chance to demonstrate that!" he exclaimed, before now turning his attention towards Mammon and proceeding to lecture him. "If this is your idea of teaching us adaptability, you are doing a very poor job at it!" he pointed at the demon with one finger, "You claim we lack team work, yet change our alliances on the fly without warning us. Of course we don't work well together, there's nobody we can trust but ourselves!" With that, Trumpet folded his arms over his chest again and peered down at Tabu. Dantalion was going in for an attack, so he decided now would be a good opportunity. Extending one hand outward, he fired a quick, simple ki blast from his palm as Bongo cocked back a meaty left arm for another one of his Ringing Gong attacks.
Trumpet used basic ki blast. KP 3/3 Bongo used Ringing Gong for 66% PL = 384 PL Current Total WC: 883+307 = 1,190 Limac Tabu Dantalion Mammon
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Post by Limac on Mar 8, 2017 12:22:29 GMT
After getting hit in the face Limac flied back a couple of meters and tried to land on his feet, which wasn’t easy with a couple of large wings on his back. Mutant wiped a little stream of blood from his lip and chuckled a bit, looking at the spectator from corner of his eye. “Here goes the blood you were demanding so badly”-thought mutant. After that mutated namekian returned his attention to the battlefield. Looks like Tabu is getting cocky because of his small victories, which was good for mutant. Limac looked on the Trumpet and his mazoku, who were blasting their ki blasts in their opponent. On the other side there was a sword wielding demon, who was ready to strike Tabu down, but was risking to get shot himself if namekian moves out of the way of a blast. If Limac tries to join the fight-it will become a mess, so the only thing mutant thought was rational-make so Tabu won’t go away. Mutated namekian pointed a finger at his opponent and materialized a bunch of iron chains around him. Sure, such strong warrior like Tabu can easily tear this chains apart, but, especially considering that he wasn’t using his full power and wasn’t ready to be chained to the ground, it will hold him for a coupe of seconds, which will be enough for him to be stricken down by both fighters.
Limac’s PL: 3,300 KP: 3/3 Tabu
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Post by Tabu on Mar 12, 2017 16:33:59 GMT
Tabu raised an eyebrow as Mammon lashed his opponent’s teamwork, berating them for their carelessness, “Well I’m sure it would also be a help if their commander stopped distracting them with new orders every five seconds.” Tabu shook his head in mock despair, “Maybe you need some better training as a commander if that is what you are planning to do in the Dominion.”
The Namekian disliked Mammon’s direction of this session, there was a fine line between teaching your men how to react to surprises, and not allowing them to adjust to the rapid changes. While Mammon was powerful to be sure, he did not seem to understand the dynamics of working in a team of equals. If the demon wanted Tabu to even consider listening to his suggestions.
Tabu cocked his head at Dantilion as the big demon screamed his new plan to his allies, “Gotcha! Thanks for telling me the game plan.” He once again blessed the genetic favor of his species for such an acute sense of hearing, which allowed him so many advantages in combat.
Hearing grass crunching on the slope behind him, he span around just in time to catch Bongo’s attack in the chest wholesale. The momentum of the strike sent him stumbling back a few meters, but didn’t even seem to affect the corrupted warrior’s digestion. “Trumpet! We should probably train this guy! With a little help, he could be a great masseuse!” Tabu tried gauging the effect of his insult, but the Namekian was too far away to read. Mentally shrugging, Tabu would return the favor by launching a full-power slap at Bongo's face which would hopefully send him out of the fight for a few valuable seconds.
He then leapt at Trumpet, or at least tried to before he was ensnared by iron chains that had materialized out of thin air it seemed! "Interesting ability. Could be useful if it had power to back it up!" Tabu's aura would explode out of his body, breaking the chains into shards. But sadly, it seemed as if the enemy team had finally checkmated him. As Tabu's arm shook it's way free of it's bondage, Dantilion sword was already on it way! Spectators would hear a loud 'SMACK' sound as the flat of the blade slammed into his midriff. The Namekian was sent flying for a mile or so, before he managed to stop himself on a cliff. He dropped to the ground, coughing loudly, "Ok, no more Mr. Nice guy." The ground around him shattered as Tabu flew back into the fray, aiming a speedy series of kicks and punches at his demonic rival
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Post by Mammon on Mar 14, 2017 11:00:21 GMT
The Crack of The Whip Ultimatum
"Ha." it was the kind of chuckle that proceeded a storm, he drew his ki over him like an old familiar coat testing it he clenched a fist before drawing it inward, his form became more defined muscles becoming rounded and filling in location were there had been none, his veins becoming visible as skin was stretched over a growing body. "Who said I was training you?" he throw himself off his throne with an absent-minded push from his hand, he sailed through the air his hair flailing out behind him like a nest of vipers. Gone was the glutton, gone was the drunk, now here was the demon, Mammon.
He was in a direct path to take Tabu, if his hand caught his arm if those fingers wound themselves around his bicep like fleshy vice he'd begin to pull and he would not stop until he was removed, or the arm was. "This was an example, how far you are from gloating Namekian." he regarded him with those round eye's of stygian inferno, he was evaluating him stacking his value to the last grain. He wasn't worth much in his opinion. "I'm still holding back." he'd either be thrown from the green warrior or pull himself from him arm and all.
"This is your first and last warning," he turned from them beginning to leave the field of battle "train or die. By the time I return to you will either be stronger or I will throw you at the enemy." this was needed, this was no game they needed to get stronger or they'd just slow them down in a real fight, unless they wanted to act as human shield.PL: 49,134 Heavy Weights: 12,284 Trans 36,852
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Post by Dantalion on Mar 14, 2017 12:34:18 GMT
Dantalion knew better than to snap back, instead hovering down and onto the ground as he watched the scuffle commence. Tabu yelled in retort, Trumpet bit back and Limac stayed quite. Strange, the man was so confident in Namekian prowess yet of all of them he was the one to silence himself. Dantalion watched as Mammon grew tired of the viper's venom and decided to show them the lash of the whip. Striking out and showing Tabu what for. "Hardly unexpected," Dantalion stated. He let loose a long drawn out sigh as Mammon made his exit, Dantalion deciding to take control of the situation.
"Right then. Training is over." He stated dismissively, looking over all of them. "Mammon might talk a big game but don't let his threats worry you. He knows full well where we stand as a group. So far, you all have shown your flaws. Tabu." Dantalion started with, pointing and letting state the obvious. "Your cockiness. There is confidence and then there is what you have shown. Until you can best Xylo I recommend you cut it out with the attitude." Dantalion continued, before turning towards Limac.
"Limac, those wings, ya need to work on balancing when falling. Flap them, it should be enough to slow you down and give you some better balance and control," he stated, than recalling the stance, "I saw the stance early on. It looked like you were copying something. Dunno what but something. So I recommend you go get someone who knows it to teach it to you, it will make you far better at coping in a fight." He finished before moving onto Trumpet and Bongo.
"First, Bongo. You need to not be so aggressive, calm down in a fight. And Trumpet, you need to be more aggressive in a fight. Just because you are a strategist doesn't mean you can't get more involved in a fight, Bongo wasn't fairing too well and if Mammon hadn't set it up against just Tabu... Well, let's not worry about that." He finished up, his large meaty hands clapping together and letting loose a loud ringing that left a crack in a few of the mirrors. "Anyway, I have got a rebellion to go deal with. Have a good one." Dantalion stated, a breath of air inhaled before releasing a haze of black mist, cloaking himself as Garnet eyes illuminated through before ascending through a broken window.
Trumpet | Limac | Tabu Leaving Thread - Intent PL
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Post by Trumpet on Mar 14, 2017 21:40:02 GMT
Another empty display of power as Mammon tried to demonstrate how far above them in strength he was. Trumpet was neither impressed, nor amused. Mammon was a demon, so what? Everybody assembled here was more or less considered a demon; it was nothing worth boasting about! The fighting seemed to have been getting more intense as Bongo managed to land his blow, and was caught square in the jaw with a retaliation from Tabu that sent the oversized mutant falling onto his back. "It's called a DODGE, you dumb ass!" Trumpet barked at his son who seemed to be just as much of a meat head as Mammon was at this point. He made a mental note that his next child wouldn't be a min-maxer when it came to usefulness. They'd be more balanced and adaptable so that they could learn from their mistakes, as opposed to rushing drunk on rage and adrenaline. Trumpet almost flinched in surprise when Tabu came flying at him, only to be yanked back out of the air and allowing the scout to relax once again, continuing to hover casually over the battlefield. And then the training session came to an abrupt halt, or at least Dantalion seemed to think so, as he called the match off and began chastising everybody on their flaws. Trumpet finally descended back to the floor, crossing his arms over his chest and surveying the rest of the fighters, shrugging his shoulders, he responded to the demon's advice. "The mazoku has enough front line combatants as it is." he said, "But if this is how you conduct yourselves, then maybe you do need me giving orders now and then. If nothing else, it would at least keep these fighters organized!" and with that, he strolled up to Bongo to find the mutant deflating back to his normal size as his body made painful sounding cracks and pops from his shrinking mass. Within moments, he was back to his original self, although still noticeably larger than a typical Namekian. "Hmph, perhaps a bit of training is in order after that shameful display." he muttered, grabbing Bongo by the tail and shockingly managing to drag the 10 foot tall monster behind him like a sack of potatoes. "I'm done for the day." he said flatly as he passed by Mammon, not even bothering to make eye contact as he and the incapacitated Bongo left the area. ------------------------------------ Leaving Thread, requesting Zenni Total WC: 1,190 + 404 = 1590 Limac Dantalion Tabu Mammon
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Post by Limac on Mar 15, 2017 15:26:40 GMT
Thanks, I guess,-answered Limac after hearing demons advises. “to get someone who knows to teach me…” mutant thought about Dantalions words. Maybe he really needs a teacher, after all this people who fought alongside him were trained professionals. Well, some of them. Limac smirked a little, seeing how Trumpet was dragging his son. Perhaps the duo had some work to do, just like Limac. Mutated namekian remembered about the rules, looked at one little group of random fighters and materialized near them a set of brooms and buckets. -The rules said that after the training looser must clean the castle and it looks like you have nothing better to do,- strangers didn’t argue about that, just quietly grumbled and started to work. Looks like they respected Limac after the fight, or maybe they simply were afraid of the one who were actually defeated. If mutant were a little stronger than them, Tabu could easily tear their heads off. Speaking about Tabu. He was a powerful namekian warrior, one of the dominions elites-perhaps he was perfect for the role of a mentor. Limac moved closer to the warrior and started the conversation. -You said my abilities are good, but I need power to back them up,-calmly spoke Limac and then made a little pause. He didn’t pay attention to the Tabus condition: they are warriors, they are supposed to be injured, and besides, all of that will be nothing in a couple of minutes thanks to namekian physiology,- can you help me to get that power? Please, teach me how to fight as a real namekian warrior.
Tabu
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Post by Tabu on Mar 23, 2017 0:46:01 GMT
Tabu howled a battle cry at Dantilion, cocking a fist back to strike the demon in his maw. But suddenly, his body made it known he no longer had a fist to swing. The Namekian slowly turned to his left, pain racking his body despite his attempts to hide it. Mammon thought he was scary huh? A sneak attack while he was already trying to fight off several people at once? What was the idiot trying to prove here, other than the fact he carried a big stick.
Tabu slowly touched down on the grass, flaring his power briefly. With a yell, a new arm grew to replace the old one, and then the warrior collapsed onto the ground covered in sweat. Dantilion’s voice swam near the surface of his mind, something stupid about him being cocky. “It’s a strategy to make your opponents angry enough to make mistakes. Didn’t think Mammon would butt in.” Tabu picked himself up into a sitting position, just in time to see the big demon fly off in a huff. Rubbing his newly regenerated arm, he side-eyed Limac as he spoke, “If you are willing to learn from me, then I will teach you how to correct that bastardized version of a fighting stance that you possess.” He stood, “Follow me.” Not bothering to look back, Tabu flew quickly back towards Castle Mazkou.
Leaving, pl pls
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Post by Limac on Mar 23, 2017 16:25:51 GMT
-Yes sir!-answered Limac with a little, almost childish smirk and flew after Tabu. Mutant jumped and flapped his wings, trying to keep up with namekian warrior. Perhaps he was too excited because of the fact that he will be tutored by such a powerful fighter. He expected to become much stronger and not only that, but he also was glad that he will finally master real namekian martial arts. With Tabus help Limac will become a professional warrior and not just a mere imitation. Mutant couldn’t wait for it! And seeing how they were going straight to the castle only made mutated namekian happier.
Both Limac and Tabu leaving
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Post by Capper Hofferson on Mar 29, 2017 1:17:16 GMT
Mammon WC: 1,625 PL GAINS: 3,575 OLD PL: 72,631 NEW PL: 76,206 Dantalion WC: 1,958 PL GAINS: 4,308 OLD PL: 39,618 NEW PL: 43,926 Trumpet WC: 1,549 ZENI GAINS: 1,626 OLD ZENI: 2,028 NEW ZENI: 3,654 Limac WC: 1,396 PL GAINS: 1,675 OLD PL: 4,413 NEW PL: 6,088 Tabu WC: 1,621 PL GAINS: 2,431 OLD PL: 9,736 NEW PL: 12,167 Adding now.
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