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Post by Samba on Mar 25, 2017 16:52:27 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Sand as far as the eyes could see. The Zoan stood atop the tallest pillar of rock that dotted this arid lands, arms crossed over his naked furry chest and a pensive frown covering his features. He had a lot in his mind ever since that call came on Beryl's ship about an organization being after him, even after a year they were still hunting him down. As a result, he had to leave as quick as he came to not endanger the Earth but most of his all of his friends. They haven't had much time to sit down and talk about lost time, but they did have a nice time training in the gravity chamber where he had finally confessed his feelings for the dark skinned human. Beryl knew about his feelings even from way back, and that alone was enough to completely embarrass him to no end. Was he that easy to read, or were his furtive glances really that obvious and not as surreptitious as he had thought? Did he stare at Beryl's ass or training regime for too long with an intensive stare that it was written all over his face what he wanted to do? 'It doesn't matter,' He thought firmly with a shake of his head, not willing to expand that thought any further. But at least the encounter was enough for them to talk about his feelings for Beryl, and what should they do after the fact. Surprising Beryl, he had told him that so long as they were members of the Galactic Patrol, they couldn't really become partners less they desire to put a giant weakness sign at the back of their heads. Becoming an item would make them easy targets for those that wanted to hurt him, or Beryl, especially with what Beryl was already dealing with at the moment. So, with a heavy heart and stingy eyes, he had suggested for them to wait until everything was calm and the Galactic Patrol wasn't needed anymore before they'd try anything. What surprised him later was that Beryl had told him to not settle only for him; to go and try to hook up with any other person in the world. 'The Future is uncertain; live your life now.' Beryl had said. The thought alone that Beryl might die against this organization scared him shitless, but he understood the need to do this by himself and without the aid of his comrades. They were too strong and only Beryl had the strength for the trials ahead, so with a heavy heart he watched the man leave the planet, but not before leaving the Patrol's care in Chili Pepper's little paws, surprising everyone that was in the faction. He didn't protest much, knowing that he wasn't ready for such a thing yet, but neither was Pepper, to be honest. But so long as they stood by him, he'd accomplish many great things. Or so they had told him. "Man, I'm getting depressed with these damn thoughts." The wolfman muttered under his breath, his brows furrowing into a scowl. An idea came to his mind then, followed by an excited smirk. "What I need is someone to take my mind off this topic, and I know just the way to get their attentions." He spoke to no one in particular as he shifted his stance slightly, feet wide apart and arms crossed over his front. "Deep breaths... and... let it go..." Immediately, the power that he had been suppressing flared outward in a wide pulse of energy, the shockwave of energy being easily sensed to those with the ability to pinpoint someone's energy signature. He keeps himself in that state for about ten minutes before letting it go but didn't suppress his power anymore. Taking a seat at the edge of the rock, Samba waited for anyone to come by and check what the deal was about; hopefully, the ones that did would be itching for a fight because he really wanted to relieve some tension.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Sansho Power Level: 180,911 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,894,576 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 25, 2017 20:53:34 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 76,493 (Base Form)
It had been some time since Sansho had wandered out into a barren wasteland, but it wasn't as though he missed it. The memories were tiresome and irritating. He had remembered the days when he would chill under the night sky and burn during daylight. He remembered how the stinging, coarse sands lashed at his skin in the murderous storms. He remembered how even the world around him wanted him dead. It made him sick with anger. And yet even as he tried to push the memories of the harsh wastes of the demon realm, these earthen deserts only served as a constant reminder to him.
Sandstorms raged and humid air bared down on his body. The harsh heat of the sun drained his body of energy and hydration. He was used to it though, having been in a similar place within the west. He could have sworn to himself it was the same place, though the only thing to compare the two was the climate and the fact that there was nothing but sand as far as the eye could see—even that wasn't much either, the torrents of sand and wind blotting his sight.
Something had caught his attention. He had thought that nothing would be here besides himself, and even then it was with reluctance. But he felt a sudden surge of power within these wastes, the surge carrying itself harder than even the storm winds like a shockwave from a meteoric impact. At first he paused, caution taking him. But then caution became calm, then calm became excitement. He had wondered to himself if there was anyone on this planet who had a decent amount of strength, and this all but confirmed it. Without hesitation he took off from the sands, speeding his way towards it.
It had taken the demon some time before he had found the source of the signal. He touched out a fair distance away from his target, his crimson irises glowing through the sandstorm. He could see the creature clearly, perched on a rock before him. The thing was a large humanoid, an anthropomorphic canine with wolven features. The being was tall and muscular, though only a bit more taller than Sansho. The creature was all but naked save for cloth wrapping that covered its groin. Dark red tribal markings ran down its right arm. A necklace of a pair of teeth tied around its neck with dark string, most of it obscured by its thick mane. Emerald green eyes shone from its sockets, catching the light perfectly like gems.
Sansho huffed. He folded his large arms across his scarred chest. "The desert jackals grow big in this area," He spoke with black humour, yet his expression remained its natural serious, aggressive look. "Are you a create of the wastes? Or are you but a traveller?"
WC: 475
Total WC: 475
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Post by Samba on Mar 25, 2017 21:53:23 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Waiting for his would-be opponent to arrive tested his patience, and with the burning heat of the sun slamming down on him, it was all he could do to not groan in dismay and high tail it out of this place. It didn't help at all that his dark fur absorbed all of the heat and stored in instead of releasing it, as the temperature increased his patience was frayed to the breaking point, until... "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" With that loud outcry, Samba took off the Galatic Patrol vest, quickly followed by his pants; now standing there merely in his fundoshi. Having fewer clothes on him barely helped, but at least he didn't feel like his insides were cooking up anymore. "Fuck's sake... that barely helped. Still, at least I'm feeling much better." He sighed in relief, regretting not bringing a water bottle with him until he remembers that he had a case of capsules inside the pocket of his pants. Swiftly rummaging through his pocket, he eventually found the correct capsule and with a click and a cloud of smoke, a large three little bottle was clasped tightly in his hand. He uncapped the plastic bottle and chugged about half of its content before he was satisfied. "Ah, that hits the spot." He capsuled the bottle now that his thirst was quenched and put it back inside the case in the pocket of his pants, just in time as he felt a presence approaching his location, fast too with a moderate power level, much higher than a normal human being that was for sure. Soon, the presence revealed itself. It was that of a man with a martial arts get-up and a tanned complexion. His crimson red hair was wild and spiky, though it was done in a tidy top-knot at the back. For all intents and purposes, the one standing before him looked completely humanoid... except for the eyes. The sclera was completely black, a shade so dark that all light seemed to be absorbed in its depth, the black emptiness of his eye sockets combined with his fresh spilled blood colored pupils gave the man a really intimidating appearance. Hell, the man's expression could give Samba's bitch face a run for his money! Not at all bothered with how he was almost completely naked in front of a strange, the wolfman did a bit of small talk. "I prefer the term Wolf," Samba corrected with a drawling tone, his posture almost vibrating with excitement at the chance to battle an unknown variable he hadn't seen before. "I am a traveler you could say, I stopped here because it's out of people's way; with tons of land to train." But also to fight someone without scaring the locals shitless, it wasn't like anyone of importance lived in Diablo Desert. "Say, I'm bored, and you're here, so how does a spar sound?" A feral grin stretched across his face, pearly white fangs in full display. "You seem like the type that likes to fight, and I want to get rid off all this excess energy that I have." Falling into a battle stance, with his body a bit hunched at the front and his hands extended by his hands with his claws in full display. He looked like he was ready to lunge at any second, the thought was reaffirmed more by how his body seemed almost unable to stay still. "The name is Samba, by the way."
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Sansho Power Level: 180,911 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,894,576 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 25, 2017 22:16:13 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 76,493 (Base Form)
The demon clenched his fists, knuckles cracking and rope creaking under the strain. His eyes locked onto the canine's, never blinking and never faltering. This creature was none like he had ever witnessed before, leaving him somewhat cautious and prepared for it to lunge at him with bestial fury. Though the wolf was quite calm and docile, lending Sansho to think that behind its wild appearance lies a good semblance of intelligence and self control. The furred one even had a passive choice of words.
He had confirmed what Sansho had surmised, being a traveller of sorts. One that apparently had a fondness of training, although here of all places was the last of ideal places to conduct it, so the warrior thought to himself, unless it was a form of mental and stamina training. Still it was out of the way within a barren desert with no one to interrupt. It seemed a worthwhile option.
And then the wolf had spoken of a suggestion that piqued the demon's interest. He wanted to have a match with him, almost overeagerly so. And yet Sansho could not blame him; his physique spoke sermons of his physical prowess. His temple-like body was scarred in places beneath dense fur, speaking of countless fights and battles that he had endured. It looked as though it were two for two with how much the pair had in common—warriors who have endured hardships as they continue to seek out the good fight.
Yet the similarities stopped there. Sansho could feel the immense power coming from this creature, so much more than he had faced before. It had been many years since he had been outmatched so, to a degree that anyone else in his position would flee without second though, sense of flight overtaking their body. And yet the demon felt no such thing. He was not intimidated by this imposing presence. He embraced it, embraced the knowledge that, at long last, on this material plane, he had found a challenge.
His arms relaxed by his sides for a moment. He watched as the beast hunched forwards, his arms tucked under his head and held close to his body, fingers crooked and clawed. It wasn't a finesse-looking stance at all, yet it had matched him perfectly. Sansho stood within his stance, shift sideward a little as one arm bend low about his hips, the other rearing back and behind his head.
"Prepare to feel my wrath, Samba," the demon replied, failing to introduce himself. He stared across the sands for a brief moment before pushing off of both feet. He twisted his hips, bring his back arm forwards straight, aiming to drive the heel of his palm into—and through—Samba's snout, forceful enough to crack solid rock.
WC: 463
Total WC: 475 + 463 = 958
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Post by Samba on Mar 25, 2017 22:54:39 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. A brief standoff fell between the two combatants as they sized up each other, Samba's eyes were narrowed as he studied his foe's battle stance and his battle prowess. Just because it seemed like he completely and utterly eclipsed his opponent didn't mean that he didn't have something up his sleeves. Any sort of respectable Ki user could hide their power levels from being felt by other people, and even use it to fight at a certain power to not cause harm to the population at large just because they sneezed too loud. At any moment now, he'd clash against his opponent, their wills fighting for dominance and to see who was the strongest combatant between the two of them. Nothing else mattered, all his focus was now locked on the strange humanoid looking being before him. Without waiting for his input, nor introducing himself beside giving a threat, his opponent began the match with what looked like a powerful focus palm aimed straight at his muzzle! He could feel the strength behind that blow even from where he was, it was enough to crush solid rock into nothing but smithereens, while he was leagues above his foe's power level, that still didn't mean he should take it easy and just tank it like a complete idiot. So, before the blow had a chance to connect solidly with his face, he acted swiftly. Taking a quick step forward, he brought his left forearm to the front and to the side, aiming to use the thick part of his arm to push the arm away, so it would aim to sail harmlessly over the side of his face and shoulder. He couldn't help but wince at the almost piercing sound of air being shifted at a really fast speed, the sound easily caught with his enhanced senses and because of how close that attack was to him. Quickly, he aimed to grab the man's arm with both paws with a dead grip, should he be successful then Samba would aim to toss Sansho over his shoulder with a quick but regular shoulder throw, the force put behind it enough to potentially leave his opponent breathless
BATTLE SUMMARY: Evaded the blow by scant inches and aimed a shoulder throw to toss Sansho over his shoulder. |
Sansho Power Level: 180,911 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,894,576 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 25, 2017 23:11:15 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 76,493 (Base Form)
Despite his attack being strong and quick, Sansho's might was still avoided by his opponent. A large, furred forearm flung up and deflected the strike to one side, away from his head. A force of air blasted past his canine head, blasting through the sandstorm and leaving a semi-spiralling hole in the sands that lingers for a few moments. The wolf seemed to have sensed how strong the force was, and decisively opted to avoid such a strike.
Thick digits wrapped around Sansho's rope-laced arm, tugging him forwards as Samba spun on his front paw, his back to the demon as he flung him over his bulky shoulder. The warrior was flung over, fast and hard, his back slamming into the ground before. The sands erupted upwards from the force of the slam like a geyser, showering the both of them in sand.
He could not let the opportunity slip by him. He gripped a hold of the beast's arms, aiming to hold them into place. Winded and gritting his teeth from the concussive force that wracked his torso, the demon flung a leg upwards towards his opponent's chin, aiming to smash the heel of his foot into it. He had hoped that the blast of sand and the storm would have blotted his vision, if only for the brief moment. Whether he struck or missed, he had aimed to split them apart from one-another, trying to maintain some distance between the two. Should Samba break away from him, he would kip back up and face him once more, maintaining his fighting stance.
WC: 263
Total WC: 948 + 263 = 1211
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Post by Samba on Mar 26, 2017 13:49:10 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. His counter-attack worked flawlessly, his shoulder throw was used perfectly as Samba's used the momentum to drive Sansho to the ground with absurd force, summoning a large geyser of sand that impaired his vision greatly as he closed his eyes at the last minute. Coughing weekly, the Zoanthrope was about to let go of his opponent and step back to create distance between them but stopped cold when he felt his arm being grabbed with a tremendous amount of force, preventing him from stepping back and away. "Let go of me!" He snarled, just about ready to drive his foot into the male's side to rescue his arms from his deadly grip, but it seemed his opponent had the same idea, as his foot shot up at speed towards his face, the heel of Sansho's foot connecting solidly with his muzzle with a meaty thwack, his teeth clicking harshly against each other and biting his tongue. Blood spilled in between his clenched teeth, dribbling down his chin and matting his fur down. That kick had enough power in it to send him flying into the air about ten feet height in a wild spiral. Once the pain stopped momentarily, he willed himself to stop moving and hover there for a few seconds to regain his bearings. "Dammit... he got me good..." He brushed his muzzle with his forearm. "Tsk, let's see how you like this!" With that declaration being the only warning Sansho would get, Samba suddenly descended to the ground at a swift dive, at the middle point his body suddenly rolled forward like a ball multiple times, once he was close his leg lashed out into a falling axe kick, aimed to drive his heel right on his head and with it a world of pain should it connect. But if Sansho evaded his attack, though, the strength behind his falling axe kick would be enough to create a large crater around their battle field once it connected with solid ground, raising pillars of rocks and another geyser of sand in every direction.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Sansho Power Level: 180,911 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,894,576 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 26, 2017 20:39:35 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 76,493 (Base Form)
A clean, powerful connection from the demon had forced the zoanthrope away as Sansho had planned. He kipped up as soon as his opponent was knocked away, landing and turning to fix his gaze upon Samba, watching ever so cautiously for the beast's next move. He rubbed his thumb against his cheek, flicking off the sand that clung to his skin. He let out a slow exhale, ridding his body of carbon dioxide and taking in a lungful of somewhat fresh air.
The wolf man didn't seem all that pleased that he was hit. As blood dripped from between canine teeth and lips, Sansho could feel that he was going to get a bit more serious—and perhaps reckless. That was what he had hoped, to cloud Samba's mind so that he could capitalise on it.
The zoanthrope dived back down, speed inhuman, yet it wasn't as bad as the demon had once thought it as, his eyes getting used to watching this creature move. As the wolf flipped and bore down a huge, muscular leg like an axe, Sansho simply swivelled his hips and placed his back leg to one side, turning to narrowly avoid the attack. Rock erupted and sands tremor from the brutal strike. The warrior knew that he could not let an attack like that hit him—even guardian against it seemed unwise.
The demon closed his eyes as the sands erupted between the two of them. He knew that Samba would be able to detect him through the grains by his glowing red eyes. Though his vision was brought to darkness, he relied on his ki sense to tell where his opponent was. As soon as the wolf's paw hit the ground below, Sansho retaliated with a powerful, outstretched palm once more to the side of his opponent's skull, aiming for his temple. He had already done some trauma to the head; now he just needed to work on it more.
WC: 326
Total WC: 1211 + 326 = 1537
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Post by Samba on Mar 26, 2017 21:48:04 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. His attack missed, as his opponent in an almost mocking manner merely turned his body to the side to evade his deadly falling axe kick. His heel struck the ground with the power of a bomb going off, the earth tearing by its seams as sand erupted everywhere, obscuring their vision by almost one hundred percent. Before that happened, Samba had the chance to eat least close his eyes so he wouldn't get blinded by it, but that also put him at a disadvantage in not being able to see much of anything. Not to worry, though; his Ki sensing abilities was still on high alert, not to mention his ears were up and listening attentively for any sound or movement his opponent would make in retaliation. He didn't have to wait for long as he heard the air parting as something thrust out with great force. With merely a second of reaction time, Samba quickly evaded the blow by tilting his head forward, barely missing hitting his knee because of how fast he had done it. Swiftly, he twisted his body around, his leg sticking out with the intention of making Sansho fall with a leg sweep, should it had worked or not he'd follow that up quickly with by using the momentum of his leg to twist around, using that same leg once again to deliver an axe kick for a second round.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Evaded getting a concussion by mere inches and attacked with a leg sweep+axe kick combo. |
SanshoPower Level: 180,911 PL Multiplier: X16 = 2,894,576 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 26, 2017 22:09:34 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 76,493 (Base Form)
The demon had made a mistake. He hadn't considered that this fighter still had his canine senses—keen sense of smell and heightened hearing more or less made up for what the zoanthrope could not see, and all Sansho had done was put himself at a disadvantage against them. It was a colossal error in judgement, one that he should have foreseen.
He would pay that price with his body. By the time he had sensed what Samba was doing it was already too late. He opened his eyes in time to see himself falling backwards, the beast's haunch leg had swept his own out from under him, bringing him once again on his back. It was only a minor trip, yet he could feel the back of his legs wracked with pain as though they had been smashed with the trunk of a tree.
The wolf's momentum was quick as he once against came down with an axe kick, Large, roped hands held up in front of its aim—he had no choice, moving out of the way wasn't a possibility. The heel of the hind paw smashed down onto him, his arms bracing yet buckling under the immense force. Had it been anyone else his arms would have snapped in half like twig. And for a moment, he could almost feel as if they were about to.
The zoanthrope seemed to have a preference to kicking. That should be his next course of action, the demon thought to himself. His roped hands once more grasped a hold of the furred femur, holding it tight as he brought his knee up to smack into the back of the extended leg, aiming to damage it if not outright break it. If Samba's technique relied on those powerful legs of his as weapons, then the demon would have to disarm him of them sooner rather than later.
WC: 316
Total WC: 1537 + 316 = 1853
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Post by Samba on Mar 27, 2017 15:25:44 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. He felt a momentary sense of satisfaction as his heel connected solidly with flesh. His ax kick had struck true, the heel powerfully slamming down upon his opponent with the force of a wrecking ball, and yet Sansho had enough reaction time to quickly put up a defense. His arms coming up to block most of the momentum behind his attack, yet he could feel how the demonic looking human's arms shook and buckled under his might. 'Tsk, if I had been a second faster, that would've hit his chest instead of merely his arms. I'm getting sloppy.'If he continued with the way he was now, all his hard earned work will be shot down the drain, and he'd be like a husk of his former self. He made a promise to himself that he'd do his utmost best to become strong so that he could help keep the Earth safe and potentially the whole Galaxy as a result. That's why he had decided to join the Galatic Patrol because it was selfish to only want the safety of your planet while countless others were probably crying out for a savior to come and help them. His momentary trip down his thoughts cost him, as his foe quickly took advantage of his inaction by grabbing his leg tightly in a dead grip, followed by quickly hitting the back of his leg! Immediately, white hot pain flared across his leg, the Zoanthrope buckling down and to the side of his opponent. Gritting his teeth as shivers ran up and down his leg, Samba wasted no time in giving out a counter attack, his free leg came up quickly, coiling tightly so his knee almost touched his chest before it sprung forward with the intention of driving his heel right at Sansho's face. Either his opponent took a powerful kick to the face or he evaded by letting go of his imprisoned leg; the choice was his to make in the span of a few seconds.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Took a powerful blow to the back of his leg, toppling him over to the side of Sansho, he quickly retaliated with a kick to Sansho's face. |
Sansho Power Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 27, 2017 19:13:01 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 76,493 (Base Form)
The strike was as good as gold. The leg buckled and bent from the force of the demon's kick, bringing the zoanthrope down to the ground. Now that he had damaged the one leg, he now had to work it some more before it became more of a liability than a weapon.
As Sansho leaned sideward to strike at the same part with a powerful fist, he was caught off guard as Samba's free leg extended out. The huge hind paw collided with his face, smashing against cheek and jaw. The power was enough to forcibly get the demon to loosen his grip and send him rolling some distance across the sands. Sand flung up and parted in explosive bursts as the demon's body tumbled and spun along the planes.
Sansho managed to right himself onto his knee and hands as he skidded a few more meters. With the two about a basketball court's distance between each other, it gave the pair of them a moment of respite. The warrior raised to his feet and glared back as the wolf. A finger and thumb wrapped and rubbed along his cheek and jaw. He looked down at his hand, noticing blood on his fingertips—his lip pressed and scraped against his own shark-like teeth, cutting it open. He spat into the sands, matting it with crimson red.
"I concede that you are a worthy warrior," he had spoken out to him, with rare words of praise, "but you will not find me an easy opponent."
The demon dashed at the zoanthrope, leaving a trail of shifted sands as he flew. As he got close to his opponent, he made a swinging right hook for his head. But before the attack connected, just as quickly as he struck, he had disappeared. His burst of speed brought him behind Samba, poised low and aimed to deliver a powerful elbow to his lower back. He had planned to at least wind his opponent, to stagger him and to be able to continue with a follow-up. Shoulder the strike connect, he would follow with a straight bunch to the same spot, to knock him down and/or away.
WC: 362
Total WC: 1853 + 362 = 2215
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Post by Samba on Mar 27, 2017 20:34:17 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Finally, with his leg free, Samba languidly rose to his feet, shielding his eyes from most of the shower of sand as Sansho skidded into the distance. He tested his bruised leg, barely hiding a wince as the leg protested at being put too much pressure on, the Zoanthrope swiftly putting almost all the pressure on his good leg to give his bruised one a bit of a rest. While it would certainly be annoying to fight with a slight handicap like this one, he'd just grin and bear it to the best of his ability; no need to whine like a little bitch and ask for a time out. Safe in the knowledge that he could at least still fight, if, with a big of a languid response time, Samba turned his attention back to his enemy, watching with careful eyes as he rose from the shower of sand he fell under and addressed the wolfman with a bit of praise. He rose a brow, a snort escaping him. "Heh, you're not too bad yourself!"A stray thought floated in front of his mind, making him think of one very important question: How much longer before the heavy artillery will come out? He brushed that thought aside as his foe charging back at him at speed, apparently not winded at all after their small close combat quarters match just a few seconds ago. That was good, as one of the downsides of being stronger than your opponent was that they tended to break if you handled them too harshly; at least Sansho seemed the durable sort. 'What is he planning?' Falling into a defensive stance as he waited for his opponent, Samba's eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'There's no way he's just planning on attacking me head-on with no finesse like a rampaging bull in a china shop, so what's his angle?' Bracing himself for impact as collision seemed almost imminent with how his foe was ready to strike at his face once again, Samba was thrown for a loop as his opponent suddenly disappeared from his sight! "W-what?!" Feeling a disturbance behind him, the hulking wolfman was about to put up a counterattack to Sansho's trickery, but he wasn't fast enough as his foe's elbow struck his lower back with a loud meaty thwack. Caught by surprise, the Zoan staggered forward with shaky steps, muffling a yelp with his mouth closed as he applied pressure to his bruised leg. Just as quickly and mercilessly, Sansho followed that up with a punch to the exact same spot, white bursts of light filled his closed eyelids as his front struck the ground with a loud crash, sending up piles of sand and other such things into the air. The Zoanthrope groaned, his lower back protesting at such a treatment, and his leg also seemed to be in agreement with his body. Gingerly getting back up and spitting up clogs of sand that got in his muzzle, he turned to address his opponent with his eyes half-lidded. "You know..." One finger rose to the air, before coming down to point at Sansho. "That was a cheap shot." He felt like it was appropriate to inform his opponent of such a thing. To be honest, Samba wasn't even salty that his opponent did such a thing, everything was permitted in a spar unless prohibited otherwise at the start; he was merely just talking shit to get some sort of reaction from his foe. "Alright..." Samba craned his neck from side to side, cracks being heard as Samba slowly let himself loose a little. "Alright..." He parroted again, staring at his opponent from his side of the 'basketball court', and in the next moment, he vanished with a burst of speed, a shower of sand flying into the air as a result! As quick as he left, the Zoan appeared in front of Sansho, his good leg already extended and ready to drive a crushing flying kick straight at Sansho's chest. Should the attack be blocked, Samba would continue to pester his foe with many more kicks while floating in the air, finishing with a simultaneous double spinning kick to drive him away.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Recieved the damage and upped the ante a little; attacked Sansho with a flying kick and a myriad of more kicks should be block it. |
SanshoPower Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Sansho on Mar 28, 2017 12:48:32 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 229,479 (Demonic Will Active)
The demon's feint had worked perfectly, giving him the slight edge in their fight. Sansho stood straight and neutral as he watched the wolf fall flat on his front against the side, his own heavy weight causing a tremor against the sands when he fell. He tightened his fists, knuckles cracking and rope creaking under the pressure and strain. He watched with cautious yet vicious eyes as Samba pushed back up onto his legs and coughed up grains of sand.
And now the beast had some contempt for the demon's tactics. He merely scoffed at him, lightly flicking his head back as he did so. "You were not prepared. Nothing more," was his reply, callous and indifferent to the zoanthrope's opinion. He had thought to himself that there was no dishonour in his strategy, and that the only thing that would have broken his own code of conduct was attacking an already downed opponent. As long as his opponent was on both feet, anything went.
It seemed as though Samba was beginning to feel the same way. As the beast cracked his thick neck and muttered to himself, Sansho prepared himself once more, getting into his stance. Heat began to radiate from his body, alongside a dark red aura that plumed and flared about his body. His crimson eyes glowed brightly, and maintained that luminosity as he began to channel his inner demonic strength, coalescing into a blood-hued aura around him. "I will show you the power of the demon within!"
The two of them charged together. A huge furred paw connected with hardened roped fist. The clash send a shockwave outwards, blasting the sands away from around their position, leaving only a huge crater several meters in diameter. A flurry of zoan legs and demonic arms lashed about between the two of them, clashing and colliding with one-another. Bangs and booms let out into the wastes as flesh and muscle connected in a flurry of blows.
The beast ended with a double kick to Sansho, the demon holding up both arms to block the strike. Even with the guard the force was still great enough to push him away, sending him flipping backwards before he landed on both feet and sliding across the grains. Whatever damage Sansho had done to the zoanthrope was beginning to reflect upon himself, if not more—he could feel his arms beginning to numb from having blocked against so many of Samba's strikes.
Once more the distance was cleared. Sansho placed his hands by his side, clawed and cupped. Dark purple and red ki began to swirl and spiral between them, forming a ball that got bigger and bigger until it was like the size of a basketball. He threw his hands out, the ball exploding in size that neared the demon's full height.
"Goumahadou!"
KP: 2/3 (Goumahado [N1] used)
WC: 471
Total WC: 2215 + 471 = 2686
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Post by Samba on Mar 28, 2017 21:29:55 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. The power of the Demon within eh? Now that was curious, he wondered if his foe meant that literally or just in a way to let it be known that he considered himself as such. People normally won or gave themselves titles to reflect their personalities or the challenges they faced in their lives. Some got really cool nicknames like Thunderstrike... while others got the short end of the stick, one Fluffybuns came to mind. He shook his head, unwilling to let the past get a hold of his attention, not when he was fighting an opponent that would use that to his advantage and do it ruthlessly in the process. Speaking his opponent, it seemed that things were finally going to step up a notch, as Sansho got ready to unleash an energy blast at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. 'So it was going to be like that, huh?' Since his foe was the one to instigate it first, it would be honorable to reciprocate in kind. Languidly, the Wolfman rose a hand to his side, particles of energy beginning to appear and combined to form a slowly inflating blue ball of energy hovering over his palm. "Keep your eyes on the birdie!" He called out before throwing the energy ball right at Sansho's own technique. "Full Moon Cannon!" The two techniques met in the middle, crashing mightily between each other and throwing sparks of electricity around them as they fought for supremacy and dominance.
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SanshoPower Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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