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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 13, 2017 1:56:01 GMT
Repetitive. Boring. Mundane. Tulip ran through the words she could use to describe the dozens of katas and techniques Blade had been hammering into her mind and body over the course of the last week. To say the man was ill-intentioned would be wrong, seeing as how his constant training had resulted in the balance of her soul and spirit. I can’t lie to myself. His training is great. I’ve learned so much. The woman leapt off the ground, twisting her entire body into a spiraling arc through the air. Landing on her toes, she brought her hand forward and cut through the earth in one motion. She paused, hand outstretched. She finally realized what she missed, what she wanted with every fiber of her being. I miss Levlidian and his rugged fists. That was the fastest way to get more powerful; beating the potential out of one another in a fierce flurry of powerful strikes. Raising to a standing position, she flicked her hand to one side and dispelled the ki surrounding her figure. Her emerald gaze went to the sky, staring at the blood-red clouds that hung overhead. “Gah! There has to be someone powerful in this godforsaken landscape! Someone who’d be willing to spar!” Thrusting her hands into her hair, she began ruffling it wildly and cried out in frustration. A sudden, spike in energy brought her gaze up. Somewhere, in the distance, there was a sudden flame that made its presence known. Something so strong it made her heart skip a beat. Swallowing slowly, the woman ran a finger through her collar and licked her lips. That was so strong I felt it on an instinctual level. Probably a warrior, someone powerful and deadly. Maybe a sparring partner…maybe something worse. But, guaranteed to be exciting and stimulating. Blade strolled out of the small hut he was in, as the woman sprinted past on the road. His eyes widened in shock and he tried to shout something, but the woman was already airborne, sailing through the air. Her emerald eyes sparkled in the light of Hell’s skies, trying to find this new strength and challenge it to a battle. “This’ll be awesome!” Current PL w/ HW -> 29,620 KP 3/3Kizuki
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 13, 2017 2:44:22 GMT
[ PL: 215,972 ] It had been a few days since Kizuki's outing with the Konatsian, Plato. The being proved to be a bit of a decent sparring partner for him, but in the end he didn't prove to do much to push Kizuki's limits. The Saiyajin had to put him down and move on. His time in Hell was coming to a close. His recovered body was becoming more of a burden to him down here than in the last few months. It was as if he was actually reviving, come alive again. He knew he had to figure out a way to leave this place and get back to the land of the living and quite soon. Until then, however, he would continue to train himself as always. The time he spent training his body also helped his mind, it kept him calm and in control of his surroundings, which was especially needed in a place as irrational and temperamental as Hell. Kizuki was currently in his base form, still lacking any sort of actual real clothing since his battle with Plato. The complete grey dogi he had been wearing while in this plane was reduced to nothing more than just the baggy pants, a few tears and holes in them by now, along with those white wraps around his ankles and black martial arts shoes. His upper half was bare, exposing the expanse of muscle on his frame from years of training, as well as the several scars that littered it, the freshest was the hole burned into his chest where Mayze had pierced his heart a year ago, ending his life officially. Something that the Universe had failed to do over the course of the last 2,000 years. His body was engulfed in a blue flame, his ki energy surging around him like wild fire as the Saiyajin would fire off kicks and punches into the air at blazing fast speeds. The untrained eye would only be able to make out the blurred lines of his attacks, but those who were more savvy and powerful could be able to see a good amount of where his fists and kicks were going. That simian-esque tail stayed behind him as opposed to around his waist, the way traditional Saiyajin Warriors kept them. He wasn't in a war, and he felt as relaxed as ever in the moment, striking against the air with those kicks and punches, his battle power spiking with each thrust forward. Several shouts of "Ha!" could be heard for most of those piercing movements into nothing, his speed only seeming to increase with each passing moment. Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 13, 2017 3:18:01 GMT
Halting in her flight, the young woman stared down from the heavens and searched for the source of energy she had felt. Her gaze shot to the side as the aura she’d felt exploded into even greater heights. In the distance, standing on the ground, was a young man. His specific age was undecipherable, thanks to the tail that hung behind him. She surveyed his sculpted body, noting the scars that lined his body. He was chaining together a string of powerful strikes that spoke levels on the experience this warrior had. A grin split her face, as the woman shot forward and descended to the ground. She noted his attacks had already increased to the point she could barely see the blows. “Hi! My name is Tulip! I noticed your strength from the distance and decided to come...you know…” The young hybrid strolled closer to the huge man, trying not to get overwhelmed by the sheer weight of his power. She could feel it even more now that she was closer. Sweat ran down her brow, as she tried to breath normally in the presence of this man. She’d felt this before, a weight of someone more powerful in experience, energy, and presence. Standing with her feet apart, the woman tugged at the collar of her jacket and brushed her bangs away from her eyes. “...to spar. Something tells me we could get along pretty well, as opponents in this place.” She motioned to the dreary landscape around them, before licking her lips then biting the lower slightly. Unzipping the zipper on her large jacket, she muttered. “I’d let you borrow this, if you want. You’re really, really, really distracting right now. It’s been awhile since I saw a powerful warrior who could break me...and its a little much to take in right now.” Her emerald eyes glistened in the red light, as Tulip held open her blue jacket and revealed the thin tank-top underneath. She slid the jacket off her shoulders and waited for Kizuki’s response, only realizing she’d gone too far too fast without getting his response. Current PL w/ HW -> 29,620 KP 3/3 Kizuki
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 13, 2017 3:42:47 GMT
One last punch struck the air before the sound of "Hi!" filled his ears. He felt a decent, yet meager, level of ki head towards him just a bit ago and he figured this was the source of it. His back was to the female as she introduced herself, wide a covered in scars, muscles nearly ripping through his flesh it seemed. He'd turn his head towards his right shoulder a bit, giving her a bit of a view of his face. A spar? With that battle power? He nearly laughed, but perhaps she was hiding some greater power within her, warriors these days typically had that sort of ace up their sleeve. Eventually, he'd turn to face her, watching as she held out her jacket to him in an effort to be less "distracting" whatever that meant. Kizuki would arch a single brow, looking a bit confused at her statement. Along with that crown of deep, ebon spikes that made up his hair, two larger strands hung low over his forehead. He'd can't his head to the side, not accepting her offer of the spar, or the jacket. "If you're looking for someone to train with you're right to pick me. I haven't felt any other ki in the area that even comes close lately, which means I should probably look to get out of here as soon as possible." It was true. After Alaistair and Xylo had left Hell the ki signatures within the area had dwindled low. No one really stood as either a threat or someone worth his time anymore. It made for a boring time for sure. But this one wanted to entertain him. Again, she didn't seem like much but Kizuki knew better. A large hand came out quickly, swiping the jacket from her grasp before tossing it away in one fluid motion. Kizuki couldn't care less about her jacket, or where it landed for that matter. He wasn't about to wear some woman's clothes, no matter what the reason. "Don't waste my time if you aren't serious. I don't have the time to be anyone's guardian or babysitter. I've spent too much time down here and no one has been able to give me an ample enough challenge. You don't seem to be any different." The male would leap backwards some and create some distance between them, his stance lowered into a semi squat with his arms out in front of him in a defensive type posture. "At least make it interesting, woman. But if you're that afraid of being broken in half, I suggest you just get the hell away from me then. I don't hold back for anything, or anyone."
She gave her name, but he didn't use it, nor did he give his own. She didn't earn the right to say she knew him, not yet.
Tulip Waterfield
[ KP: 3/3 ]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 14, 2017 3:13:55 GMT
As the woman stood there in awkward silence, the man threw one final punch with a loud cry before facing her. She could see the steel in his gaze, as he arched one brow and shake his head slowly. “If you’re looking for someone to train with, you’re right to pick me. I haven’t felt any other ki in the area that even comes close lately, which means I should probably look to get out of here as soon as possible.” The man thrust out with one hand, yanking the coat from her arms and tossing it to one side. The woman couldn’t speak, unable to see the speed with which the man had just moved. He sighed and went on about how he didn’t want to waste his time, having spent too much time here without a challenge. The Saiyan warrior hopped back, creating a gap between the young hybrid and him. He stood in a square position facing the woman, legs in a semi-squatting position and arms thrust forward to guard against any assault. Her heart skipped a beat, as his declaration reached her ears. “At least make it interesting, woman. But if you’re that afraid of being broken in half, I suggest you get the hell away from me. I don’t hold back for anything…. or anyone.” True to his word, his power didn’t shift a single iota, leaving a gap between the two as vast as the galaxies. The young hybrid slid her feet apart, shifting her stance so she now stood in the classic karate pose, one foot behind the other and shoulders parallel to her opponent. Thrusting her forward hand out, the woman lowered her center of gravity as she slowly transitioned into a crouch. “I’ll try my best to keep you from yawning, Rugged. I’ll take the first move, then.” Her hair suddenly danced from an invisible gust of wind, as her aura spiked up. Silver danced through the air for only an instant before the woman fell forward, abandoning her karate stance for a sprinter’s. Digging her toe into the earth, her gaze remained on the warrior as she licked her lips. Kicking off, the ground behind the woman exploded in a cloud of dust and rubble as she vanished from speed. As Tulip covered the ground between the two almost instantly, the woman’s gaze danced around the man, trying to discern a viable strategy to catch him off guard. Operation: Lewd Explosion was on hold due to her lack of capsules and underwear, while the traditional suckerpunch method was probably impossible. Thrusting both of her hands to either side, two small knives slammed into the earth on either side of Kizuki. She flicked her wrist forward, sending one more knife into the earth at his feet. All three would surge with ki as the woman brought one hand back and stepped within striking range of the Saiyan Warrior. As all three knives reached their peak strength, her strike would miss, as the woman slipped past the man. As she slipped past his guard, with the ki distractions all around, the woman would attempt to strike him in the back of the head with a reverse elbow. The young hybrid nodded as she finished brainstorming,halting her sprint and sending dust upwards from the speed of her deceleration. She was within striking distance of Kizuki, as she brought one hand up. All of her knives began glowing, as she tried to enact the plan she had thought up. Trained Potential Activated, nulling HW! New PL -> 118,480 KP 3/3
Kizuki
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 14, 2017 14:25:50 GMT
The woman's ki would apparently shoot up to over double what Kizuki had initially felt, something he had expected to happen. If she was able to feel his power, like she claimed, she had to have been hiding some greater power. No one was that stupid, though Kizuki generally didn't put anything passed anyone. The surge in energy nearly caused his ears to twitch, his senses overloading for a brief second. He could feel something familiar within her energy, it somewhat resembled his own. The ki of a Saiyajin. This could prove to be interesting after all. Her energy seemed to be dispersed in shots, three separate blades being thrown at him to which the elder Saiyajin stood his ground. The blades slammed into the ground around him, his eyes never leaving the female's form yet his other senses remained open elsewhere. Her speed was incredible, though not much compared to Kizuki at his level. Her feint would go through him, while her true strike was ready to make impact with the back of his head. Using his own speed against her, his body had twisted to face her, the elbow making impact with him but not against his head. It instead was buried into his left palm, impacting against it with a resounding BOOM from the power output she was using. He definitely felt it, and had he underestimated her enough to let her slip through his guard, the impact to his skull would have surely left a mark. His large fingers curled around the elbow tightly, canting his head to the side some. "You should have let your full power explode much later. Had I thought someone with such tiny ki as you were showing before was going to attack me I would've been in for a hell of a headache." A small smirk played on his lips, almost enough to show teeth. "Try again."
In one fluid motion he'd attempt to have his right hand slip under the pit of her attacking arm, that elbow still clasped tightly within his left hand. Should he be able to, he'd twist his body around, throwing his hip into her body as he did so to lift her off the ground so he would be able to quite literally fling her over his shoulder and away from him. He would send her back with enough force to definitely throw her off balance, if possible, but nothing damaging. He was going to give this one a decent chance. "I don't like the cat and mouse crap. You're already making me think this was a mistake." Was he trying to get under her skin? Yes. That's just how he was.
Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 19, 2017 0:08:22 GMT
As her elbow flew through the air, she felt it strike something other than Kizuki’s head. Tulip’s eyes widened in shock, as the man instantly spun to her movement and caught her elbow strike with his palm. His eyes narrowed as the man spoke.
“You should have let your full power explode much later. Had I thought someone with such a tiny ki as you were showing before was going to attack me, I would’ve been in for a hell of a headache.”
A small smirk crossed the man’s face, as his stance shifted.
“Try again.” In one fluid, continuous motion, the Saiyan warrior lifted Tulip over his shoulder with both of his arms and threw her across the clearing. She spun around in midair and landed on her feet, sliding to a stop on her knees and one hand. The man lowered his arms and looked down on the woman, before muttering with disdain. “I don’t like the cat and mouse crap. You’re already making me think this was a mistake.”
Tulip felt a jolt of rage run through her, as she saw the expression written on his face and the tone of his voice. He’s looking down on me; I’m less than trash in his eyes. Pushing herself up onto her feet, the woman closed her hands into fists. Her emerald eyes dimmed, as her gaze fell to the ground at her feet. Taking a deep breath, the woman looked up at the man and spoke firmly.
“You’re right. Using tricks and other dumb tactics is only an insult to your willingness to spar. Let’s handle this like real warriors.” A flicker of emerald shot through the woman’s eyes, as her voice trembled towards the end. Her heart was beating a mile a minute; this man could destroy her without breaking a sweat, and she was giving this battle all she had. Having encountered this before, the young woman was prepared to fight and lose this battle.
But...having him look down on my effort like this just pisses me off. Her fists were trembling, as energy began cracking through the air around her. Silver ki began focusing around one of her hands, energy sparking around her clenched fist. Her gaze never left Kizuki, as she slowly walked forward. Her gait never slowed, as her head slowly canted upwards to maintain the locked gaze with the huge saiyan warrior. The young hybrid finally stopped, only two feet from the man. She raised one hand slowly, setting it against his chest. A bead of sweat ran down her brow, as she brought her other hand back. Energy was beginning to visibly run up her arm as she continued focusing her energy. Shock factor aside; he’ll definitely feel this if it lands!
Current PL -> 118,480 KP 3/3 Charging [SU3] Ki Charge 3 for 100%
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 21, 2017 2:20:39 GMT
He could feel her ki gathering, rising as if she was preparing for something bigger. At this point Kizuki had figured the female was going to go all out, which is what he wanted anyway. He could also feel a spark inside of her within that ki she was building, something that if properly released would turn her into a more formidable fighter. She was Saiyajin from what he could feel, at least partly in her genetic make up and the way her ki felt overall. The woman approached him slowly, leaving herself open though Kizuki didn't react. He wanted her to build up as much energy as she could muster. He wanted to see what her limit was. Perhaps he'd do her a favor and help her achieve that next level of strength, if for nothing else to make this fight a bit more worth it for him. "That's it, woman. Push your ki to the limit, give me everything you've got!" The smirk on his face had faded, the expression on a deep frown of sorts, more sinister than before. "I can feel it inside of you, your Saiyajin ki trying to burst through! Let it out! Show me your true strength or I'll leave you here for the Demons to tear apart!" He'd stay put in his defensive position, not moving even an inch as she made her slow approach towards him. He knew in raw strength he could take her, her technique was good but she lacked the power behind her to make much of a dent in his defenses. He was going to give her a real shot to do her best before taking a more offensive position against her. He had nothing to really prove, she was the one eager to fight against him, after all. Again, she hadn't earned the right to have the best of anything from Kizuki... though she had a ton of guts to not back down even with the obvious gap between them.
He'd give her that much credit.
Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 22, 2017 19:52:10 GMT
“That’s it, woman. Push your ki to the limit, give me everything you’ve got! I can feel it inside of you, your Saiyajin ki trying to burst out through! Let it out! Show me your true strength or I’ll leave you here for the Demons to tear apart!”
His frown and stance never shifted, as the woman stepped up to him. She could feel the pressure in the air, as the two with Saiyan blood in their veins faced off in a battle of intimidation. A small smile split her face, as blue shot through her eyes. The smile turned into a full blown smirk, as her sleeve exploded from the silver lightning that danced along her skin. Her hand curled into a fist, as the woman muttered.
“You think demons scare me? I’m more concerned about the passion of this encounter and this moment, Saiyajin Warrior.” With that, the woman slid her foot back and unleashed all of her collected energy. The ground at her feet shattered and exploded backwards from the recoil of her strike forward. Silver energy arced outwards around the woman, as she twisted her entire body into the punch. He was over a foot taller than the woman; in order to make him feel this, she would need to use everything. Wherever the silver energy touched down, the ground and rocks dissolved into dust. The air around them turned bright from the energy, as the air was forced outwards in a single instant by the force of her ultimate strike. The dust and rocks sent out by the blast were sucked inwards as the air collapsed with a loud crack. A cloud of dust settled around the woman and her sparring partner as she let her arm fall. That was a solid hit; he had to have felt that. God, it was draining. Force a smile; can’t let him know that was most of my energy. Looking through the dust, Tulip grinned and muttered. “If you’re injured, feel free to concede defeat.” ` As it was, her guard was completely down after her Ultimate Ki Infused Strike. The hybrid was sure another attack wasn’t immediately coming, or so she thought.
Current PL -> 118,480 KP 0/3 Used [MP3] Ultimate Ki-Infused Strike for 237960 PL
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 24, 2017 15:46:42 GMT
Her approach was slow and predatory, something he could appreciate. The distance would close between them, her energy surging around her and growing larger. This was exactly what he wanted from her. If she wasn't going to go past her limits this wouldn't be worth it for her at all. The strike would come forward, and in the bright flash of it, the surrounding area was covered in dust, blinding light, and smoke. Her attack did hit dead on, the explosion and destruction it caused surely would have put anyone at their limit, Kizuki included. Though, when the smoke cleared, her little quip would prove to be her undoing, and as she attempted to lower her striking hand she would find that she couldn't. [ MSSJ Activated - PL: 3,239,580 ] [ Barrier Used for 1,069,061 Def PL ] [ Attack Blocked ] Her much smaller hand was completely enclosed in his, and as her eyes were able to see the vision in front of her she'd see Kizuki, but looking quite a bite different than before in regards to his hair and eye color, and the colossal power he was now boasting. The Saiyajin had transformed into a Super Saiyajin, his already spiked up hair had went from black to golden colored, his eyes to bright emerald. His fingers continued to remain enclosed around her fist, tighter now to inflict some pain. "I'm impressed. That would have certainly had me on the ropes. You're starting to make me change my mind about you..." In one swift motion he'd pull her body in, from that grasp on her fist, where his knee would attempt to extend out and slam directly into her midsection. The force would be incredible, and as fast as it happened, if the wind was completely knocked out of her it'd feel like slow motion. The sickening BANG sound of his knee colliding against her midsection would echo throughout the area, nearly going right through her as he allowed her to collapse at his feet if she wanted.
He'd, however, stand there over her in a much more open stance, arms crossed over his exposed, barrel-esque chest with that golden aura still surging around him. "You'll need to try harder if you want to defeat me as I am."
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 25, 2017 6:26:01 GMT
As the hybrid tried to pull her arm away from the strike, something firmly grasped her fist. Her emerald eyes widened in shock, as the dust cleared enough for her to see the huge fist firmly wrapped around her hand, tiny in comparison. The wind was suddenly dispelled in a flash of golden light, as the huge warrior ‘changed’. His previously black hair was now golden, and his powerful presence was now completely overwhelming.His brown eyes were now a bright blue, and had a condescending look of pity in his eyes. As if to drive home the difference in their abilities, the man began slowly increasing the pressure on her hand, grinding her knuckles together in his huge grip. “I’m impressed. That would have certainly had me on the ropes. You’re starting to make me change my mind about you.” His condescending voice only made her eyes narrow in rage. But her rage was soon replaced by shock, as the man simply moved. Pulling his arm up, he yanked the woman off the ground like a small doll. His huge knee flew up, slamming into the pit of her stomach. The pain was blinding, as she tried not to vomit from the muscles in her stomach tearing from the strength of the attack. Her body wrapped around his thigh and shin, with the woman finally giving in to her body and vomiting as the sound from the impact reached her ears. As his leg dropped back into a standing stance, Tulip rolled off his leg and fell to the ground. He released his grip on her hand, letting the woman fall to the ground. She struggled to breathe, as the man crossed his arms. His expression was one part serious, one part pity, as the man spoke firmly. “You’ll need to try harder if you want to defeat me as I am.”
The woman tried to roll onto her knees, but the pain in her stomach was too much. Just trying to use her abdominal muscles resulted in mind-numbing agony. Spitting the remaining bile from her mouth, the woman took a slow, painful breath and muttered. “You sure do love that mountain you stand on, you fucking monkey. Wait...till I get back up and beat the shit out of you.” Trying to laugh hurt the hybrid's almost-destroyed stomach, causing her eyes to well up with tears. Shutting her eyes, the woman tried to focus her ki into her stomach, to heal the injury temporarily so she could get back up. This is Hell; injuries mean nothing, since death has already occurred. Get up...get up, my fucking body! Screaming in rage, the woman’s body was covered in silver ki that shifted to golden momentarily. Forcing one arm up, the woman created a staff with her ki. She braced the weapon against the ground, extending the length to give herself distance from this warrior. The woman crashed into the earth as the weapon slipped from her fist, rolling to a stop. Slamming her palms into the dirt, the woman slowly forced herself up and managed to stand. Willing her legs to stop shaking, the woman raised her hands to block. A slow smile crossed her face, as the woman spoke clearly to the man. “That form...what is it called? I’ve never seen it before, but it seems familiar. Like something from a past long forgotten…” Sliding her feet apart, taking another deep breath, and clenching her trembling hands into fists, the young woman faced her glowing Saiyan opponent and grinned. This...is a real fight. This is what I was missing in this place.
Current PL 118,480 KP 1/3
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 26, 2017 15:16:57 GMT
The woman crumbled at his feet, as was expected. Her resilience surprised Kizuki a bit, however, managing to get back up to her feet, painfully, and create some distance between them. She mocked him, to which he smirked, then asked a question that made him arch his brow in confusion. Perhaps when Kizuki was in his own age, two thousand or so years ago, he would have asked the same question. From what he saw, the Super Saiyajin transformation was pretty common these days. "This is called the Super Saiyajin transformation. It pushes a Saiyajin past their own natural limits and grants them incredible strength and power." He'd stretch his arms a bit, rolling his neck about to loosen it up some more. "I'm surprised you don't know about it. I can sense some Saiyajin ki within you. I'm assuming you're some sort of Hybrid." Kizuki would hold out one hand, aimed at her, a glowing ball forming within his grasp. "Your Saiyajin blood is fighting to come out and overtake whatever else it is you're mixed with. That's why you were so eager to fight me without standing a chance. The thrill of battle sends shivers down our spine and the prospect of fighting someone much stronger than us is our ultimate goal. It's never about 'winning.' Let it out. Accept it."
The orb of ki would be fired at her, following by several others. They were not aimed at her directly, but instead were aimed at her feet as if to keep her on her toes and moving about. If there was any ounce of Saiyajin genetics in there he'd draw it out of her. As the distraction continued, the Saiyajin would move forward in a blur, one stiff kick aimed at her thigh with enough force to force her to fall over, perhaps even take it out of the game altogether. "I will pick you apart piece by piece until there's nothing left. Show me how serious you are. Show me your Saiyajin power." If she had fallen, he would let her stay there, once again standing over her in a menacing manner.
Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Mar 30, 2017 1:20:28 GMT
A look of puzzled distaste crossed the warriors face, before uncrossing his arms. He began speaking, low voice reaching the trembling woman. “This is called the Super Saiyajin Transformation. It pushes a Saiyajin past their own natural limits, granting them incredible strength and power. I’m surprised you don’t know about it. I can sense some Saiyajin ki within you. I’m assuming you’re some sort of hybrid.” As the man with crackling gold hair spoke, he began stretching his neck and rolling his shoulders. A small smile crossed his face, as he thrust one arm up, his palm towards Tulip. Golden energy began forming around his hand, as the man continued talking firmly and coldly. “Your Saiyajin blood is fighting to come out and overtake whatever else it you’re mixed with. That’s why you were so eager to fight me without standing a chance. The thrill of battle sends shivers down our spine and the prospect of fighting someone much stronger than us is our ultimate goal. It’s never about ‘winning’. Let it out. Accept it.”
Something about his words registered on a deeper level with the woman; a distinct chill ran through her body, as her heart began beating harder. Something… stronger resides within me? Something that slumbers in my blood? Her emerald eyes shifted back to the battle, in time to see the first crackling orb of energy soaring towards her legs. The woman forced her body to move, hopping backwards then darting to one side as the orbs destroyed the earth in a half-moon following her. She shifted her gaze from where she was sprinting back to the man, in time to see him blur from sight. The ground cracked immediately in front of her, as Kizuki instantly appeared. Bracing one foot against the earth, he slammed his foot into her thigh as she tried to stop her forward motion.
Crack!
The woman slammed into the earth as her leg crumbled underneath her. His kick had sent her into the ground at his feet. She gritted her teeth, as waves of agony washed over her body. His powerful kick, combined with her momentum, had snapped her femur in three places. She struggled not to scream in pain, as both of her hands clawed at the earth she lay on. The man let his foot drop onto the ground, as he spoke again.
“I will pick you apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left. Show me how serious you are. Show me your Saiyajin power.”
Her eyes gazed into the broken earth she lay against. Her trembling had returned, but for a different reason. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she struggled to not sob. I wanted this fight. But it hurts too much. This man terrifies me at a biological level. He is so much more powerful that my blood is telling me to submit to him. He is the ideal partner, to which I must submit or die...no…fuck that! I didn’t die, only to lose to something as dumb as inherited genes and suppressed instincts! Her eyes narrowed, as her ki vanished.
If Kizuki looked down to see what had happened, he would witness the woman launching herself into the air using her good leg and both arms. One silver orb of ki materialized, containing all of her focused ki. A small knife materialized, which the woman caught in her hand and thrust at Kizuki’s chest. Her body was almost level with his shoulder from her sudden lunge, as she slammed the blade into his lower abdomen. Her entire weight leaning against his side, as she struggled to alleviate weight on her shattered leg, Tulip would grin and let the shattered blade slip from her fingertips. Bracing herself for the counter that would inevitably come, the woman would mutter softly.
“That’s not even fair.”
KP 2/3
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Post by Kizuki on Apr 6, 2017 0:25:03 GMT
He had expected her to crumble at his feet, though he was pleasantly surprised when she started to regain some composure. A sense of pride came over him, not for her specifically but for the determination she was showing, her Saiyajin side. Her ability to come back for more truly was a testament to how strong Saiyajin genetics could be, especially in hybrids like herself. Watching her leap into the air and come crashing down onto him, the ki blade she had created exploded on impact. He had snatched her wrist up with one hand as it came close never giving her a chance to shove that blade inside of his midsection as she had originally planned. And even if she had managed it appeared that she had nothing left in the tank, the tip of the blade hitting him but her own energy was so far depleted the main intent was just not there for it. "Life isn't fair." He responded to her complaining, keeping a firm grip on her wrist as he lifted the same arm up, in turn lifting her off the ground some. "And now you'll learn: Neither is death." His other arm shot forward as his fist buried itself into her midsection again, releasing her wrist with his other hand at the same time. Should she be hit flush, and lifted off the ground in the process, Kizuki would spin on the heel of one leg while throwing his other outwards in an effort to spin kick Tulip away from him. He was sure she would recover from all of this, at least physically. If she was capable of pushing herself beyond her own limits and let her raw emotions take over than she stood a fighting chance.
"Why are you here, Tulip? Much like everyone here, myself included, did you fail at something? Were you not capable of staying alive because you were TOO WEAK? Did someone who was STRONGER THAN YOU KILL YOU? Are you a complete and utter failure? Hmph. And here you are, in the after life, getting the same treatment. Pathetic. How dare you share the same genetic code as myself. Do you think that's what makes you a Saiyajin Warrior?!" He'd roar out at her, his energy surging around him. He wanted her to regain her full composure, to prepare herself. He wanted her to understand that her body and her emotions needed to take over. It was that simple. Survive or perish. He called upon his ki, his own life force, outside of his body as the energy gathered in his right palm, crackling around his hand. "It's much more complicated than that, child. You can keep attacking me if you wish, but we both know you aren't capable of defeating me. So, understand this and understand it well. I am going to erase you from this plane, which means I will erase your existence entirely. All you will know is darkness, all you will know is NOTHING. The question is... will you allow this to happen?"
Kizuki is preparing to hit Tulip with some serious damage. She had better prepare herself for the worst! Tulip Waterfield
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Apr 9, 2017 14:44:31 GMT
As his hand squeezed shut around her fist, Tulip suppressed the urge to scream in pain. The Saiyajin warrior held her entire weight aloft, without showing a hint of effort. A note of disdain filled his voice, as the man spoke. “Life isn’t fair. And now you’ll learn; neither is death” With a clenched fist, the man punched Tulip in the stomach. Breath was forced from her lungs as her entire body flew upwards around the fulcrum that was her wrist. He hadn’t even made an attempt to strike strong, just further accenting the gap in power between the two. As the woman stopped her upwards motion, the man spun in a semi circle, slamming his foot into Tulip’s back as she started falling again. She flew away from the man, crashing into the earth and rolling to a stop twenty feet away. Everything hurt, her will was crushed, and her body trembled instinctively as she slowly got her hands underneath her body. Slowly pushing herself up, the woman looked across at the Golden Warrior who stood above her. A strange look crossed his face, as if gauging the best way to further crush her already devastated spirit. His foot landed firmly on the ground, as the man began speaking in a louder, angrier tone. “Why are you here, Tulip? Much like everyone here, myself included, did you fail at something? Were you not capable of staying alive because you were too weak? Did someone who was stronger than you kill you? Are you a complete and utter failure?” No...I died because I refused to watch someone I could save fall into darkness. Don’t sully my memories, don’t warp my recollection, don’t take my last sanctuary from me, while I’m at my lowest point. Tears began dotting the ground, as Tulip’s gaze fell. She was trying to gain her steadfast will once more, to force her body into emotion. But this warrior’s words were robbing everything from her. Her tear-streaked gaze slowly rose, as the man continued his rant. “Hmph. And here you are, in the afterlife, getting the same treatment. Pathetic. How dare you share the same genetic code as myself. Do you think that’s what makes you a Saiyajin Warrior?!” A Saiyajin warrior...the filthy race I discriminated against when I first landed on Earth. Something I hated due to a story embedded into my mind by the woman who gave birth to me. Saiyan blood is not something to be proud of. It turns good people into bloodthirsty monsters, willing to wade through seas of their own companions’ blood and bodies to pursue even greater heights and battles. I never thought about it till now….but how many bodies does this man stand upon. How far did this warrior go to get to where he is now...how many did he kill? Tulip’s gaze fell, as she slowly pushed herself up. Energy was beginning to arc around the woman, as she took a deep breath.Kizuki’s voice continued on some point, something about her dying as a result of her own weakness and inability to evolve into a Saiyajin warrior. Something was burning deep within, a seething inferno waiting to be unleashed. “The question is...will you allow this to happen?” Kizuki’s voice echoed on the edge of Tulip’s conscience, and she noted the intense energy building around the man. She knew that he wasn’t bluffing, that the next attack would definitely erase her if it hit. “Shut the hell up, you bastard.” The raw hatred in her own voice almost shocked the woman, as she began walking forward. Energy began sparking in the air around her, as she slowly walked towards the man. “Don’t act like you know me, my past, my life, or my death. You don’t know anything about me. I don’t even know your fucking name.” Her eyes began shifting color, changing from the original shining green to a translucent blue. Her hair began raising up, as she stopped just in front of the man. Her energy was continuing to rise, as she set her forehead against his crackling fist. A raw hatred filled her gaze, as she whispered under her breath. “Let’s make this fucking easy, shall we? No ground, no distance, there’s no chance even your arrogant ass would miss this shot. So, will you pull the trigger and end me? You noble, powerful Saiyajin?” Her fists trembled, as did her legs, as she stood looking up at this man. But this was trembling for a different reason. Her hair began shifting color, as her energy finished spiking. Her previously brown hair was now a vibrant gold, held aloft by her crackling energy. Her glare never changed, as the woman shouted loudly at the man. “I’m right fucking here, SAIYAJIN WARRIOR! You have the gall to mock my death, without even giving your fucking name! I don’t have time for this bullshit! I was trained never to punch in anger, but to hold my emotions in check!” Taking a deep breath, her gaze dropped to her trembling hands, before the woman clenched both into fists and whispered in delight. “Oh, boy...I’m really fucking pissed now. This...is the power of emotion? I see...you wanted me to snap so I could get even stronger, right?!” A huge grin filled her face, as the woman looked up at the Saiyan warrior. Raising both of her hands towards him as if requesting a hug, the woman sent two blasts of ki into his face. If those reached, she would use the distraction to fall backwards and send one foot deep into his groin. After targeting every man’s weak point, the woman would roll backwards and leap up into the air. To gain distance and assess the situation, before testing the new energy pumping through her veins. Haha...this is the power of being royally pissed, right?!
SSJ Activated! New PL - 325,820
Start of Turn - KP 2/3
Attempted to blind Kizuki temporarily before attacking groin
No KP used, +1 KP
End Turn - KP 3/3
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