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Post by Sansho on Mar 28, 2017 21:59:03 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 229,479 (Demonic Will Active)
The blast travelled fast, although not fast enough to be able to catch Samba by the time he had already prepared his response. Almost tauntingly he called out to the demon before he had thrown his own blast right back at him, the bright ball of light heading straight for the ball of dark lavender.
The two attacks collided together, ball against ball. Neither one of these blasts was willing to back down, although it seemed that the demon had the edge for the moment. Yet it still wasn't acceptable, wasn't enough, for Sansho to remain at a stalemate. Channelling his might into his own attack, the ball began to grow bigger and fluctuate from the excess amount of ki put into it. But the demon had put so much of his energy into the attack that it caused the two orbs to explode in a violent torrent of energy, the explosion sending the demon backwards once again.
He was starting to get exhausted. It was a feeling that he hadn't felt for some years now, but he didn't miss it at all. He didn't know whether to feel irate or ecstatic over it. This was his first true fight since he had come to the earthen realm, and he wanted to savour it as much as he could. He willed his body to stay standing, he arms to remain mobile, his mind to keep focused and vigilant. He wondered what was happening on the other side of that explosion, whether his opponent was still standing or even unfazed by it.
KP: 2/3
WC: 261
Total WC: 2686 + 261 = 2947
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Post by Samba on Mar 30, 2017 15:59:14 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. When the two energy balls reached volatile discharge, they exploded spectacularly with a great thundering boom, releasing a great amount of smoke and sand cloud in every direction, obscuring the battlefield in an annoying hazy mist. "Great, more vision impairment, perhaps fighting in this damn place was a bad idea," But he bore through it, he didn't need to use his eyes to find his opponent, he had his other enhanced senses, and also his energy sensing abilities; this shouldn't be too hard at all. He closed his eyes, since it wouldn't help them from here on out, and focused internally as he expanded his senses. He could hear the wind brushing by, touching his fur, smelling the send of the charred earth through his nose. A bead of sweat trailed down the side of his face as he focused harder, and there, he felt it; a ping responding through his radar and coming from directly in front of him and a few meters to the side. 'Found you.' He thought with a smirk. He was tired, bruised and battered, but he was still ready to continue this battle until one of them could no longer stand or forfeited this match. He took a deep breath through his nose, then let it out slowly through his mouth, and then he was off. Almost invisible to the normal human eyesight, Samba plowed through the smoke cloud and flew at Sansho at speed, but something was strange about him and his foe will be able to tell that immediately, because of the rather bizarre fact that Samba now had four arms instead of just two! That was the Four Witches Technique at play, it didn't offer any sort of power boost but it did provide the Wolf Zoan with extra fists to, for instance, punch things with! Sansho would probably find it difficult to block most of the flurry of blows that Samba was now aiming at every part of his opponent's body that he could reach.
BATTLE SUMMARY: ++[UT1] Four-Witches Technique - Concentrating his Ki while using his Shapeshifting abilities, Samba is capable of producing two additional arms (or arm-like appendages!) that sprout from his back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide him with extra fists to punch his opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle. |
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 31, 2017 19:21:46 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 611,944 (Daimao Active)
The demon kept his eyes sharp as the cloud of dust and sand began to thin and fade, showing the lightly obscured silhouette of his opponent. The zoanthrope looked slowed and rugged from the impact of the explosion, though it didn't take long for Sansho to realise that it wasn't the case. The wolf man was just biding his time, perhaps preparing for a counterattack.
Something had changed in Samba's appearance. His outline looked bulkier within the obscured vision. It wasn't long before his full appearance was on display as he made a dash through the dust cloud, speed blindingly fast that Sansho barely had enough time to react to his approach, but hardened senses and keen sight allowed the demonic warrior to retaliate before he could become overwhelmed.
It was bad enough he had to deal with two legs, now he had to deal with four arms. The flurry of blows came twice as fast from the zoanthrope, to the point that Sansho had to exert himself just to keep the pace, blocking and parrying and striking back at his opponent as best he could. But even that wasn't enough—fatigue began to set in hard upon his body to the point where his defenses were starting to wane quickly. Glancing blows became isolated unblocked strikes to shoulder and chest and stomach. With each strike that connected with him, the more it began to slow him down, until it came to a point where he was taking hit after hit with barely any time or effort to retaliate.
A final strike struck Sansho square on the jaw, snapping it to one side and sending him hurling backwards. He let out a large cry of pain as he felt his jaw snap from its socket, dislocating it. His body hit the ground hard several times before it tumbled another few meters, finally stopping as he laid on his back. He was barely conscious, barely able to move, barely able to so much as breathe.
But something kept him going, kept him conscious. The thought and feeling of finally finding someone on this floating space rock that could match him, be worthy of him… even be a challenge for him to overcome. It excited him—he shook from it—and made him feel more alive than he had ever been before. He didn't want this to end, not so soon. With numbed arms and legs he began to push himself to his feet once more. He stood still, his eyes closed. he gritted his teeth.
He began to channel his power en masse. His energy began to violently lash and whip around him body, changing colour from a deep crimson red to a lighter lavender hue. The energy swirled and spiralled around him, soaking into his body and even his clothes, changing the cloth from dark blue to dark purple. His skin, filled with adrenaline-soaked blood, turned his tan skin to a deep red like sunburn. His eyes and hair lightened, breaking out into a pale yellow-white, his eyes glowing brightly.
He had never thought that it would come to this, to become a Daimao that he once held a hatred and violent bloodlust towards. But right now he needed that power. It was all he had left that would keep him in the fight.
Like lightning he disappeared and reappeared before Samba, aiming a straight punch to his face. Then another to his stomach. Finally he would break out in a flurry of blows, using his immense power to deliver them quickly, with any luck even faster than even the zoanthrope's four arms could be able to match.
KP: 3/3
WC: 603
Total WC: 2,947 + 3,550
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Post by Samba on Apr 1, 2017 22:20:11 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Their clash shook the heavens. After his barrage of attacks forced his opponent to enter a powered up state of sorts, they two of them went back on beating the shit out of each other; their fists, kicks and anything they could use to hit their bodies with a loud meaty thwack echoing across the vast Diablo Desert. In fact this new power up of Sansho was so strong that it forced him to create two additionals arms, making that a total of six arms he was carrying to help him defend against most of the onslaught of blows that his foe was delivering with extreme prejudice. As it stood, he was firmly locked on the defensive and there was nothing he could do about it until an opportunity presented itself, and that time was... now! He spotted a slight shift in Sansho's stance with his keen eyesight, and that was enough for him to quickly jump back and away from the crazed looking fighter. But he didn't stall or made to catch his breath, instead, the hulking six-armed Zoan took a deep breath, his chest rising up and up as more air filled his lungs to capacity and beyond, and once he felt that they were ready he opened his mouth and unleashed an ear-piercing howl filled with his Ki, the powerful soundwaves were like nails going down hard against a board-like surface; enough to drive even the most strong willed fighters to their knees because of such a torment to their hearing. The sound kept going for a while, the Zoan using all the air he had stored in this particular attack of his, but it soon petered out after a minute. Once it ended the Zoan braced his two lower hands on his knees, slightly hunched forward as he tried to regain his breathing after that ordeal was over. "Okay... next time... not overdoing it again." Once he was sure he wasn't going to spit a lung out, he stood straight back up and looked at his opponent, hopeful in the fact that his technique would have done something to him. "Still alive over there? Your ears must be ringing something fierce about now!"
BATTLE SUMMARY: ++[UT2] Six-Witches Technique - Concentrating his Ki while using his Shapeshifting abilities, Samba is capable of producing four additional arms (or arm-like appendages!) that sprout from his back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide him with extra fists to punch his opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle. +[SU1] Mournful Howl - It is a technique where Samba affects the air currents around him with Ki to produce powerful shockwaves in order to strike and stun his opponents, plus any upset onlookers, by howling loudly. Stuns for 1 round at 100% PL. Can disrupt a charging attack if the stun power level is within 80% of the opponent's power level. |
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 Apr 3, 2017 14:56:55 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 611,944 (Daimao Active)
He had the zoanthrope on the defense—a good start somewhat—although with all six of his arms tucked in, it was proven to be as hard as a human punching through brick. Samba made his attempt to get away, finding a split-second opening to which he could backpedal without further harm. The demon, relentless in his assault, maintained his pursuit and made his way quick towards the retreating opponent.
But before another series of blows could commence, Samba had let out a powerful, howling cry that felt like it could split the heavens asunder. Sudden shockwaves pierced and rumbled Sansho's ears, causing him to groan and be brought to one knee. He could feel the fluids in his ears bubbling. He could have sworn that his eardrums were ruptured. The assault on his senses even blurred his eyes for a moment. His equilibrium was completely out of sync with the rest of his body, a slight turn of his hips could bring him to the ground as though suffering from immense vertigo.
As the wolf panted, catching his breath, so did Sansho. He closed his eyes so that his dizzying sight didn't further negatively affect his imbalance. The Zoanthrope taunted him somewhat, and it made the demon's fists tense.
"Your bark is worse than your bite, beast," was his retort. Though for now the two remained as they were, one catching their breath while the other awaited for his senses to return to normal—it would only take a moment, as quick as his recovery was going.
KP: 3/3
WC: 258
Total WC: 3,550 + 258 = 3,808
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Post by Samba on Apr 3, 2017 16:14:25 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 stun worked, the demonic looking human was caught completely by surprise and paid the price for not having kept his guard up. He smirked haughtily, a chuckle spilling from his throat, deep and reverberating. "Believe me, partner. If I caught you with my bite, this battle would have been over before it could even begin." It was true, his opponent might have felt that Samba was holding a lot back from actually hurting him and sending him into a wheelchair in the process. It wasn't fun if the battle ended that fast, why have all of that power when you couldn't even control it to your heart content? Why even go all out and beyond when it was easier to just let it flow naturally? But, he guessed that in some encounters, he'd need to get serious from the get go and use any means to his advantage to win. Oh well. Two minutes had passed since their stalemate began, more than enough time for the two of them to catch a second wind and get back to their battle. "Come on, that's more than enough time to rest." The Zoan craned his neck from side to side, getting rid of the kinks in his neck. Taking his battle stance, the Zoan made a 'come hither' motion towards his opponent. "Bring it."
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
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 Apr 3, 2017 22:15:15 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 611,944 (Daimao Active)
Though the thought had disdained him, Sansho new all too well that what the zoanthrope said was true. His power was leagues above his own, to the point that he had wandered how—even why—his opponent had let him land such blows against him despite the fact that he could have easily avoided all of them. So far the demon had played it slow and smart, but it wasn't going to be long until he ran out of tricks and tactics against someone like this.
For the moment the both of them rested their bodies, Sansho began to think of what he had to do to win. Against other opponents his body just carried him through the battles, to the point that he would find some way to overcome them by drawing out as much power, as much rage, as he could. But even in this new form he could scarcely get an edge over Samba, if any edge at all. He knew there was so much more power to this creature, and probably even more techniques that he's yet to show. For a moment doubt clouded his mind, but he shrugged it off. It was just a spar… so he had to convince himself.
Samba was done. He was prepared to continue the fight, as was Sansho. The demon shifted sideward, getting into his own stance, different this time; one arm curved round and close to his chest, while the other arm came around and paralleled with the lower. His hands were open and still. The form was more defensive than offensive—he was going to need it against those six arms should they be unleashed again. Only this time the demon was ready. for it.
He pushed off both legs, dashing through the sands that parted in waves to either side from the pressure of his aura. Once more he lashed out with a powerful right hook to the zoanthrope's head, but then vanished—a feint attack. He appeared around the back, aiming to deliver another elbow, just like before, but he hoped that his opponent would react to it.
But once more he vanished before the strike could connect. He was completely gone from ground level. Instead, he came down from the sky like a meteor, an arm above his head with a bladed hand, aiming to come down on the back of his neck or the top of his skull, whichever got in the way.
"Tenma Shura!"
KP: 2/3 (Tenma Shura [N1] used)
WC: 412
Total WC: 3,808 + 412 = 4,220
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Post by Samba on Apr 4, 2017 1:21:31 GMT
| DEMONIC ENCOUNTER |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 180,911 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 2,894,576 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16) |
So the Demon looking humanoid decided to charge once again with seemingly no plan in mind. While it was disappointing, he couldn't really expect much else from someone that looked more like a Berserker than a Tactician while in the middle of the battlefield. Sighing through his nose, the muscular wolfman waited for his opponent to get in close range before he reacted, though he didn't dropped his guard down at all, knowing that his foe had tried this similar tactic before to get under his guard so he won't let that happening again.
Narrowing his eyes as he raised his middle arms, the Zoan waited for the punch at his face to connect with his arms... only for Sansho to suddenly disappear! Knowing where he might attempt to attack next considering he had done this before, he quickly brought his two upper arms back to stop the attack from connecting with his back... only to grasp nothing but thin air as Sansho suddenly disappeared again!
The Zoan's lips parted in a bit of a snarl, his head looking from side to side as he tried to see where Sansho would come next. 'If he isn't attacking me from the front, or my back, nor the sides... then...' His Ki Sense suddenly pinged in alarm as something entered his radar, and with widened eyes, the wolfman finally realized where his foe would attack next. 'Above me!'
With what seemed like almost a nanosecond to react, the Zoan brought all of his six arms to the skies to attempt blocking Sansho's deadly falling knife hand attack. His arms shivered and buckled against the pressure boring down on them, the Zoan's large foot paws sinking slowly into the sandy ground as Sansho's attack pushed him down, aiming to make him submit.
But he wouldn't go down without a fight! A snarl builds up from deep within his chest, and with it came the determination that was burning up deep inside his soul. Working with the fact that Sansho might not have expected his attack to have been stopped dead like that, the Zoan quickly acted by aiming a high kick at Sansho's midsection, and if that worked then he'd go with the rest of his technique.
It wasn't easy, it depended on several factors, first of which that his opponent must be on the air and that they wouldn't be able to dodge this. Should everything work according to plan, then Sansho would suddenly have a close, forceful encounter with the floor
But, should the fates not be this day, he'd merely retreat away with a large backward jump to make some space between the two of them, trying to relieve his arms from the stinging sensations of ants crawling all over them.
TAGS: Sansho OOC NOTES: Testing Sketch's posting template o3o/ Don't mind me.
Techniques used:
+[N1] Genbu's Divine Protection - Samba doesn't let anything stop him in his way, everything nonsensical batted aside, countered or tanked with extreme prejudice. Consumes 1 and charges at 33 per turn, and if the "Barrier" is broken by an attack, any bleed-through damage is halved.
+[N1] Veritubach - Samba kicks his opponent into the air and then with great speed appears/flies behind them. Once behind his opponent, Samba restrains them with a bearhug and pile-drives them into the ground head first while rotating at a ferocious speed. Does 33% of Samba's PL in damage and uses 1KP in a KP Battle.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Sansho on Apr 4, 2017 11:40:25 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 611,944 (Daimao Active)
The demon's bladed hand collided with the zoanthrope's multiple arms with meteoric force. The sand and earth beneath them cratered and cracked as the force continued to push past Samba's guard and into the ground beneath them. Sansho kept his arm down, trying to push through his opponent as he noticed that he was starting to buckle and falter under the strength. Huge, furred arms began to give way, and his legs began to bend under the power.
The beast snarled, and that was all the demon needed to know that he was preparing to retaliate. He had fought countless beasts, and they all had that aggressive snarl before they pounced—Samba, it seemed, was no different.
The leg came up, and Samba's huge hind paw kicked right into the demon's chest. Except it didn't move him, didn't faze him at all. All it did was go right through the clothed midsection of Sansho, clean like air. The demon's visage began to blur and shift a little before starting to become transparent.
The real Sansho, on the other hand, reappeared to the zoanthrope's side. His leg kicked out, aiming to strike at that damaged leg he had worked on near the start of their fight, attempting to sweep him out from under his leg.
Should the attack prove successful, he would follow up with a quick, spinning axe kick to the beast's stomach, just as Samba had tried before. With enough force it would make the zoanthrope bounce off of the ground, to which the demon would follow with a spinning side kick to send him hurling across the wastes.
KP: 0/3 (Shura Senkuu [SU2] (1,223,888 PL) used to avoid Veritubach [N1] (964,859 PL))
WC: 270
Total WC: 4,220 + 270 = 4,490
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Post by Samba on Apr 4, 2017 16:45:30 GMT
| DEMONIC ENCOUNTER |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 180,911 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 2,894,576 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16) |
Pain exploded upon his leg as his opponent hit him in the same spot once again, aiming to capitalize on his smarting injury once again. The ground was sweeped from under his large muscular legs, he hit the ground with a loud thud, clumps of sand and earth fountaning up around them, but before he could even try and regain his bearing he was struck with a powerful axe kick to the stomach, his mouth opening with a silent cry of pain as all the air was expelled from his lungs.
That powerful ax kick had enough power to bounce him off the ground, a grimace of pain pulling at the Zoan's face as another kick landed across his side, sending him spiraling away from his opponent and bounce across the wastes. But he didn't stay static for long, as soon as he could he stopped himself from his spinning and planted his hand on the floor, even with his claws aiding to stop his momentum he still skipped a few feet until he finally stopped entirely.
But once he did, he quickly brought his free hand to the side, energy particles shifting in the air as they all converged into a single point to form a crackling ball of energy, which he threw right at Sansho once it was complete with a cry of, "FULL MOON CANNON!"
Right after he threw it, the Zoan collapsed on one knee to the sandy coarse ground of the desert, most of his stamina had been depleted in such a short order, not to mention the beating he just took, that it would take him a while before he could go again.
TAGS: Sansho OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
+[N1] Full Moon Cannon - A Ki-Blast shaped into a large sphere by first channeling Ki on one hand. It's meant to be throw to the enemy, causing a great explosion and a lot of damage. Consumes 1KP and can be charged up to 33% of Samba's PL.
KP: 0/3
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Post by Sansho on Apr 6, 2017 18:21:57 GMT
Power Level: 76,493 Current PL: 611,944 (Daimao Active)
He had him on the ropes now. All Sansho had to do now was to conserve what energy he had and just let his muscles continue with the beatdown. After the zoanthrope had stopped skidding along the ground, Sansho made another mad dash after him. He could tell the beast was getting desperate, barely having the stamina to even stand. It was this moment that the demon would seize his opportunity could continue the offensive.
As he got in close, just a meter away from Samba, something struck out. It had completely taken the demon off guard. He didn't expect the zoanthrope to recover so quickly, even charging an energy attack within that split moment. The ball collided with the warrior's body, it's hot-white burning ki searing both cloth and flesh. The pain was immeasurable, as was the power, but Sansho continued to fight against it.
Huge arms wrapped around the body of the sphere, holding it in place as it continued to push against his form. Despite its size, it was dense and heavy, like a collapsing star. He tried as best he could to lift it, to hoist it, to throw it up over him, but it barely budged. Instead, it was starting to move him back, his feet sliding through the sands as he was being forced away from his opponent.
He couldn't think of anything. He couldn't move it. He couldn't withstand it. And he wouldn't last long against it. Instead, he used all of his body strength to keep it where it was—only several feet from Samba. His palms clasped around it, and slowly he began to fill it with his own demonic ki. The bright white-dwarf-like orb was starting to turn lilac, then a deep purple, and then a crimson red. The demon let out a sudden roar of defiance, desperation, and unrelenting force of will.
The orb exploded as the demon's last ounce of ki tinged the orb. The explosion was huge as though pounds upon pounds of C4 had exploded between them. Sansho was hurled backwards through the air and hitting hard against the sands. His robes were burned and tattered, his skin charred a mix of black and red. He was barely conscious, a mix of adrenaline and shock and pain shot through his system. But it was all he could do—his transformation reverting back to his base state was evident enough. He only wondered if Samba was caught in the explosion too, and wondered how he fared against it.
KP: 1/3
WC: 421
Total WC: 4,490 + 421 = 4,911
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Post by Samba on Apr 6, 2017 20:46:20 GMT
| DEMONIC ENCOUNTER |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 180,911 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 2,894,576 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16) |
Astonished by the fact that his foe had almost easily stopped his energy ball technique with nothing but his bare hands, Samba couldn't do much of anything as almost all his energy had been used in that last attack that he threw at Sansho, so he watched impotently as he slowly got his breath back as the demonic looking human battled against the overwhelming force of his technique.
Undaunted and unyielding, his sparring partner wrapped thickly corded arms around the sphere of energy, like he was trying to give it a bear hug or something like that. What was his opponent's angle, he couldn't help but wonder at the back of his mind, but soon enough he spotted what Sansho was doing 'Incredible... he's trying to completely overwrite my energy inside that ball of power with his own... amazing.' The Zoan winced as a wave of pain danced through his limbs, try as he might he couldn't remain standing much longer and fell to one knee, bracing himself with a hand on the ground but even so his sight never left that ball of energy as it slowly began to change colors.
Seconds later, his Full Moon Cannon looked like the moon you'd see sometimes hanging high up in the sky, only instead of a brilliant white or a luminescent yellow, this was a bloody crimson, normally an omen of terrible things to come in most people's eyes.
Who would have thought that the "terrible things to come" was an explosion of destabilized energy that engulfed both warriors in its embrace?
With a howl of agony, Samba was thrown back swiftly after the explosion passed through him, his nose detecting the smell of slightly signed fur and skin. With a thunderous boom, the large Zoan impacted against a rocky mountain and passed through, the large monolith breaking apart at the seams as it came down with a rumble akin like thunder. Once everything stopped spinning, the Zoan's eyes refocused, seeing the cloudless skies as he laid on his back a good distance away from the blast zone, his form littered with cuts and bruises and a few missing or signed patches of fur.
"Ow... my everything..."
TAGS: Sansho OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
KP: 1/3
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374
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Post by Queen Habana on Apr 8, 2017 20:59:01 GMT
Samba | WC: 5,514 | PL Gains: 8,822 | New PL: 198,377 Sansho | WC: 4,907 | Zeni Gains: 5,152 | New Zeni: 5,652
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