|
Post by Samba on Mar 26, 2017 15:31:10 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. "The Turtle Hermit?" Samba scratched the back of his head as he absorbed that information. He had heard these rumors and gossip around the Southern Islands the past few days whenever he choose that time to sightsee now that the Galactic Patrol was a bit of a standby after the recent news of Chili Pepper's meeting with the Premier of Earth; one Android with the name of Vi-Poi. If he was honest, he wasn't necessarily okay with having an Android as some sort of Supreme Leader of the whole planet, merely because that meeting with Dr. Breech Aris had completely sullied any sort of trust he could harbor for the metallic beings, it didn't also help that his encounter with Pin, however brief it was also managed to make him distrust them. Shaking his head from these thoughts, he had asked around about this Turtle Hermit, and the only information he got to pass that he was a Martial Arts teacher was that he lived to smack dab in the middle of the Southern Ocean on a small island. No one really knew what it looked like because no one had the gall to go there and see what the big fuzz was about. So here he was, flying smack dab in the middle of nowhere Southern Ocean, trying to find this elusive Martial Arts Hermit. "I wonder... are they the same as Walker with his Crane Style?" At the mention of Walker, the Zoanthrope was reminded that he hadn't given the walking tree an answer about learning under his wing, and he sincerely regretted not having done so before the walking tree had to part to places unknown. "Eh, don't worry about it. The past is the past, focus on the now." Speaking on now, his energy sensing skills pinged quite suddenly, almost making him stop dead in the air. "That energy felt really close... is that perhaps the one I'm looking for?" Without anything to lose and probably much to gain, the Zoanthrope redoubled his flight speed until he could finally see a small island in the middle of the ocean with a quaint looking house in it. "Is this... their house?" It wasn't anything really fancy, in fact, it looked almost humble in its appearance and necessities and it didn't look at all what he'd think a Martial Arts School should look like. "Well... let's see who's this Turtle Hermit." He was getting excited already, they must be strong if they could get such a title like Walker did. Touching the sandy ground of the beach, the Zoan approached the house with a slow gait, not being quick about it as he was sure with his power not being suppressed at all, the one living in the house or around it would feel his presence and come see who's on the island.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Articho Reville Thread Power Level: 180,911 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,894,576 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Mar 28, 2017 4:19:47 GMT
Articho had woken up to the sound of shouting coming from downstairs. From what he could hear, it sounded like his mother was accusing his father of something. Probably something trivial, if he had to guess. His mother's mood had begun to swing from emotion to emotion wildly as the due date of his sister grew closer. As he got out of bed and pulled on his clothes, the young hybrid wondered what his father had done to trigger her wrath. It didn't take much, honestly. Yoguri once shouted at Arti for eating a few days old box of leftovers.
Articho walked out of his room and quickly walked down the stairs, tilting his head slightly to avoid a spoon flying through the air. He could make out what she was shouting about now. It seemed she was accusing Turrip of leaving her again with the older Saiyan quietly trying to explain himself. The young hybrid watched them as he walked by them towards the kitchen. His mother was red in the face as she yelled at his father, who was wearing his old battle armor instead of his usual teal sleeveless button up. Arti snickered as he opened up the fridge and pulled a soda from it. From what he could tell, his father had been simply trying on his old SSE armor, which his mother had assumed as Turrip having a relapse in nature and attempting the same nonsense he had when she was pregnant with Articho.
As the young hybrid cracked open the soda can and went to take a sip, his sense picked up a fairly large power level heading towards him. He paused, looking in the direction of the power level for a moment before walking towards the front door and taking a sip of his soda. The energy signature had reached the island by the time Arti had reached the door. He opened it and leaned at the door frame, studying the large dog man standing on his property. A metal pot suddenly slammed into the back of his head as he studied the new arrival, the metal quickly crumpling against his skull and dropping to the ground with a clang. "Ignore that and the shouting in the background," he said. "What can I do for you?"
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Mar 28, 2017 14:08:10 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 ears splayed backward, almost disappearing against his skull as his hearing were assaulting with the loud sounds of people arguing coming from inside the house. He stood there awkwardly, sometimes shifting from foot to foot as the shouted seemed to reach a crescendo. It seemed like a lover's spat of some sorts, or well a one-sided one as the female voice was tearing into the quiet male one, something about leaving her again to relive days of old? "Man... this is troublesome..." The Zoanthrope rubbed the back of his nape, unsure on what to do now that he was here and this was dumped in his lap. He really did not want to put himself between a lover's quarrel nor did he want to get shouted at for not minding his own business. That was an advice his Father gave him so many years ago; don't rush ahead into battle or a situation without a clear plan in mind. He didn't know if that quote fit this situation but he'd pay heed to it. But he was here now, and backing away will only make him seem like a coward just because he was afraid on putting himself between two people having a spat, so mind made the Wolf Zoan took a step forward, only to stop as the front door opened and a male leaned against the doorframe, his eyes simply studying him as he drank a can of beverage from what he could see. Was he... the Turtle Hermit? He couldn't help but think to himself, as he didn't seem like one, before he could get further into his thoughts, something that looked like a metal pot crashed into the back of his head, instantly crumbling in on itself and landing on the ground with a dull clang. He side-eyed the crumped piece of metal before settling his gaze back on whom might be the Turtle Hermit he had been looking for. "Well, isn't someone hardheaded," He said wittily, sarcasm almost dripping from every word he spoke. Clearing his throat, the Zoanthrope introduced himself and spoke of his reason for being here. "Anyway, ny name is Samba; it's nice to make your acquaintance. I've been looking for the Turtle Hermit to test my mettle against them, you wouldn't know where they are, yeah?"
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Articho Reville Power Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Mar 28, 2017 17:24:52 GMT
Articho took another drink from his soda as he shrugged in response to the wolf man's sarcastic quip. "If I had a zeni for every time I was told that, I'd be a really rich man," he commented as he tilted his head slightly to let a spoon sail by and land in the sand outside of his house. He studied it for a moment, taking another drink as his eyes shifted back to the wolf man. "Give it, like, ten minutes and she'll be bawling her eyes out," the hybrid explained. His tail began to swish back and forth excitedly as the arrival asked for the Turtle Hermit. He tilted his head back, draining the rest of the can of fluid before crushing it and tossing it over his shoulder. He would have felt bad, but if things played out the way they usually did, his mother would want to go on a cleaning spree of everything she threw and his father would end up doing it since she could hardly bend over anymore.
"That's me!" Articho declared proudly, crossing his arms over his chest with a grin. "The name's Articho Reville. Pleasure to meet you. If you're looking for training, prospects are always welcome to come and try testing into the school."
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Mar 28, 2017 22:33:44 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. At least someone knew when he was being sarcastic and didn't get salty about, A+ for this dude. Samba merely side-eyed the spoon that laid in the sands of the beach house for a silent beat, his gaze shifting back to the Saiyan standing before him. He didn't know what to think about him being a Saiyan, he knew that most weren't bad at all, and only those that were like the SSE... or just went about doing whatever they pleased without regards for anybody were the true villains of the history. "Nice. I was told the Turtle Hermit lived somewhere around the Southern Islands, nice that I found you so quickly," Then again all he had to do was fly around a bit and then focus on the highest power level he could detect; not much of a hassle if he was honest. "I might take you on that offer, it'd be nice to learn under a Martial Arts teacher but," Rubbing the back of his nape, Samba spoke plainly about what he wanted for this meeting. "I really came here to test my mettle against you if that's fine. Should that help in testing my might to enter the school then cool! But I mostly want to cross fists with ya, just to see how far I've gotten since a year ago, so what's better than challenging a Martial Arts Teacher to a friendly battle, eh?" He was rambling, he knew he was but he couldn't really force himself to stop, it was almost like trying to stop a train wreck. He made no motion to speak or regard Arti's family and their antics, mostly because if he did then he'd begin to think about his own parents and their own little quirks how they were dead thanks to the Saiyan Invasion and just; no. Absolutely not.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Articho Reville Power Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Mar 29, 2017 19:07:34 GMT
Articho looked over his shoulder at his house for a moment before looking back at wolf man. He figured that the giant blue and orange house was a good indicator of where he was and he had started placing some advertisements around in different cities for where his house was exactly. "I'm always looking for more students to take on, though there is another school people can train under. The Crane School, the Turtle School's rival. Haven't heard much coming from them lately, though..." he mused, scratching his chin. "But yeah, we can throw down if you want. It's been a minute since I last stretched out my fighting muscles. We can find another island so we don't disturb my parents or accidentally destroy my entire house. That sound alright?"
Articho reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled his sunglasses out, slipping them over his eyes as he walked out of the doorway and onto the beach. He stretched his arms across his chest as he watched the wolf man through his sunglasses. The hybrid gave a moment for the scouter function built into his left lens to give him a proper reading on his power level. Nearly 3 million, if the scouter was correct and he wasn't suppressing at all. He would definitely have to pull out Super Saiyan from the start if they were going to be even, but if Arti wanted to push the man's defensive capablities to the max, Ultra Super Saiyan's strength would outclass the wolf man. He'd save that for later, though. "By the way," Articho said as he intertwined his fingers behind his back and leaned forward, stretching out his chest, "I don't think I caught your name."
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Mar 30, 2017 0:32:12 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. At the mention of the Crane School, the Wolf Zoan instantly perked up, his bushy tail slowly wagging to and fro behind him. "I know of the Crane School! That's Walker's area of expertise last I checked; I was actually going to learn under his wing but..." Instantly, his wagging stopped; his tail now laying limp and dead behind him. "He had to leave the Earth because of something, he didn't say why. It's been months since last time I've heard of him after that, I'm starting to get worried but, he's probably fine."It was clear that he was trying to make that sound like the truth for his ears alone and not for Articho's. But he wasn't about to point that out anytime soon. Looking back at the house, he could still hear the sound of two people arguing, or well one arguing and the other meekly accepting their fate. Shaking his head in a small sense of amusement, he looked back at his would-be opponent and grinned at how easily his request for a fight was accepted. "Awesome! I'm glad you accepted my request and sure; this place doesn't look like what you'd use to teach your students or train them with a bodily approach. Less you want to incur your mother's wrath." That brought back memories, but he steadily pushed them at the back of his mind, now it wasn't the time to let himself be dragged with thoughts of the past. He began to shift from foot to foot, excitement coursing through his veins now that they were scheduled to fight one another soon, and he could hardly wait for the battle to start. Still, they needed to get out of here and fight somewhere else before they caused a ruckus and brought those yells upon them. At the sudden question, the large hulking Zoanthrope almost faceplanted on the sandy shores of the beach, as it stood he stumbled slightly; his composure slightly broken as he gave Articho an incredulous stare. 'But I just gave you my name some minutes ago...' Thankfully he kept that thought inside his mind instead of voicing it aloud, could that pot that his the Saiyan's head early had done more damage that he previously thought? Or perhaps he was just that forgetful, one could never know. "I, er, the name is Samba; nice to meet you." Slowly, his foot paws began to leave the ground as he started to float slightly off the ground. "S-So, shall we go on ahead?"
BATTLE SUMMARY: Write here. |
Articho Reville Power Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Mar 30, 2017 16:45:23 GMT
Articho's expression soured and his tail flicked in annoyance at the mention of Walker. He wasn't entirely sure what had happened to Walker, either, though he hadn't sense the overgrown weed's energy for quite a while. "Be glad you didn't," the hybrid replied, his tone venomous and full of contempt for Walker. "Whatever image you had of him, lose it. He was a bastard and if he's dead, then the universe is better for it. It was only a matter of time before he turned on us all."
"Teaching isn't so bad around here, at least so long as I'm not having students duke it out with each other," Articho replied, his mood calming. "There's a lot more to training than just fighting, you know. As for my mother, her mood has been...shifty, recently. She's about 7 or 8 months pregnant, so little things annoy her a lot and she's quick to jump to conclusions. Like I said, give it a bit and she'll be crying and apologizing to my dad for yelling at him for nothing."
Articho blinked in surprise as Samba stumbled over his feet and over his words. "Yeah, we can go," he answered, giving the dog man a confused side eye as he walked by him. "There's an island right over there we can use," he continued, pointing in the direction of an island not to far from his house. "It should give us enough space to fight without wrecking my house."
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Mar 30, 2017 18:36:14 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Once Articho stared to badmouth Walker for seemingly no reason as far as he was aware, a scowl stretched across Samba's features, his thick brows furrowed giving him an impressive bitch face. "Hey, that's not a nice thing to say, it's not like you—"Suddenly, a memory came forth to the forefront of his mind, it was so sudden that it almost made him stumble, but once he finally got a good look at him his eyes widened. N-no way, it couldn't be him right?! Oh fuuuuuuuck. He remembered now! So the one standing before him was THE Articho that Walker spoke about!? A large bead of sweat formed on the back of his head as this revelation came to him, the Wolf Zoanthrope unsure on what to do now, he couldn't exactly go ahead and admit that he knew what happened to Articho in any way shape or form, because if he knew that he was the reason that he send those paid Mercenaries to kill Arias back at Vegeta he might actually kick his ass black and blue just because of that. As long as he plays it cool and didn't blurt out anything, he should be fine. "Y-yeah, that's fine with me." Following Articho's lead, in no time at all his feet, will touch solid ground again, the two of them standing a safe distance away from Kame House and with no way to destroy it should they fight. ... That was, of course, if no stray Ki blast sent in that particular direction, hopefully. The hulking Zoan began to do some stretches, warming up a bit for the battle ahead of him. Once he was ready he fell into his battle stance, hands splayed by his sides showing his sharp claws, and his body slightly hunched to the front, like he was about to pounce upon his would-be 'prey'. "Let's do this."
BATTLE SUMMARY: For those that will probably call me out on inflating my post, those quotes can be taken out of the grading equation, I merely put those there to give some context to my post ^^; |
Articho Reville Power Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Apr 3, 2017 12:49:52 GMT
"Well, I'd be more inclined to be nice if he hadn't killed me," Articho said, crossing his arms over his chest. He studied Samba for a moment, his eyes searching over the the wolf man from behind his sunglasses. He had stumbled over his words. The zoanthrope knew something that he wasn't letting on about and he was certain that it had to do with Walker. The hybrid wasn't sure what exactly, but he was certain that Walker had told Samba something. He stretched his arms across his chest and over his head as he floated over to the nearby island and touched down on the soft grass in its center. He kept his gaze on the Zoan as he shadow boxed the air for a moment, glad that his eyes were hidden behind his shades. It would make it harder for Samba to get a proper read on him based on his expression, though Arti wasn't sure if Zoanthropes could just as easily sense emotions in other ways as they could see them. Animals were good at things like that, weren't they?
"Before we begin," Articho said, raising one hand in a "hold on" gesture. "If you want this to get really serious, how about a little wager for this match?" The hybrid shifted his hand into a finger pointed directly at Samba. "You clearly know something about me that you're not letting on about. If I win, you spill the beans on everything Walker has ever told you about me. I don't need that overgrown weed trashing me if it's not true." Articho dropped into his own fighting stance as his aura flared up around him and he ascended to his Super Saiyan state. "Feel free to pick a price of your own, so long as it's not my house. And by all means, go ahead and make the first move." Articho's mouth turned up in a confident grin as his eyes flashed with excitement from behind his sunglasses. This was going to be a fun match.
----------------------------------- Arti has ascended to MSSJ! PL: 3,106,488!
KP: 3/3
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Apr 3, 2017 13:57:02 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 Zoan winced, yet, this was the real Articho alright. Just his damn luck, could this get any worse than it already seemed to be going under? Though something caught his interest quite suddenly, it was a thing that he should have been quite frightened and or scared considering the circumstances. It was really simple, it could even be broken down into three parts: 1) Articho died, this was a fact. 2) HE SHOULD BE DEAD! 3) HOW WAS HE STILL HERE IN THE WORLD OF THE LIVING!? Oh, he'd have so many words with Walker if he ever saw him, so many words. Like, "Hey, Walker, nice to see you again. So when were you planning on telling me that we can somehow die but still come back to life? What, me? I'm fine, thanks for asking." He barely refrained from rubbing the bridge of his nose, but it was a near thing. Thankfully, or not depending on whom you asked, Articho's voice brought him back from his thoughts. "A little wager?" He frowned at that, wondering what would Articho want from him. Perhaps he wanted information about Walker? He wasn't stupid, while he couldn't see the Saiyan's eyes because of those damn sunglasses, he could still feel those eyes piercing through him with a judging gaze all the same. He was correct, in any case, Articho wanted to know what sort of bullshit Walker might have spewed about his person to him or anyone else. "If you win," He made sure to emphasize that, barely stopping himself from flinching when Articho went into his Super Saiyan state, though this one seemed more refined and in control than the ones he had seen in passing. "But when I win, you owe me a lifetime supply of burgers," An odd bargain, to be sure, but Samba would stop at nothing to get the food that he loved the most, though he guessed a lifetime supply of burgers might be too much for Articho, considering he lived in a small house in the middle of smack dab nowhere sea. He thought briefly on what Articho could give him, and an idea came so quickly he almost got whiplash. He gulped down against the lump that suddenly formed in his throat. If he managed to win this and get this information then perhaps... "But if that is too much for you, I want information on how you came back to life." His tone was serious as the Wolf Zoanthrope slowly fell into his battle stance, a snarl pulling his lips apart as he prepared to pounce at any second. Like a bullet, he was off. His speed might surprise Articho since he quickly closed the gap between them in less than two seconds, getting close to the man's personal space, a leg already swinging in mid spinning kick aimed right at the Saiyan's chest.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Closed the gap and aimed a spinning kick at Arti's chest. |
Articho Reville Power Level: 185,023 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,960,368 Ki Points: Samba 3/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Apr 4, 2017 21:50:29 GMT
Articho grinned at Samba as the wolf Zoanthrope made his own conditions of victory. At least he knew that the wolf man had good taste in food. "Aw, how cute. You think you've got this in the bag," the hybrid said, cracking his knuckles and tightening the gauze around his fists again. "I know this may sound a bit cliche, but this isn't even my final form!" He let his aura flare up brighter to punctuate his exclamation.
Articho's confident grin turned to a look of confusion when Samba made his wager asking for information on how he came back to life. "Just keep your wager as the burgers," he replied with a shrug. "I really couldn't tell you exactly how I did it. Just kinda remade my body with some special energy, then got smacked back to earth by a giant read ogre." He found himself pondering how any of that whole situation worked when the hybrid found the wolf zoan's leg smashing into his chest. Instinctively, Articho wrapped his arms around the leg and held on, his feet digging into the dirt to keep himself in one place. "Jeez, give a guy some time to think about the existential nature of our lives before you kick him the chest," he said, grinning as his arms tightened further around Samba's leg. "That's a little bit rude, don't you think? By the way, brace yourself!"
To not seem like a hypocrite, Articho figured he should give some warning to Samba before he unloaded his own attack. He twisted his body, attempting to swing the wolf man up into the air and slam him back down onto the ground, then aiming a powerful kick into Samba's side to send him bouncing along the island.
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Apr 5, 2017 0:40:45 GMT
| Looking for the Kamesennin! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 180,911 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 2,894,576 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16) |
The Zoanthrope merely smirked back in return, shrugging his massive shoulders. "Eh, I like to think that having confidence in myself drives me forward; since I don't have anyone in my corner I must make sure to fill it all by myself." The statement was somewhat depressing, but Samba didn't seem at all bothered by it, or at least made no motion to show that he was.
Articho accepted his wager at least, so that showed that he either was loaded or he was also pretty confident that he would win this little spar. His talk about meeting a giant red ogre after "making himself a body" just confused him greatly, so with an internal sigh he just pushed the thought of reincarnation and coming back to life to the back of his mind. He'd need to ask someone more... loquacious and knowledgeable about this than the one standing before him.
His kick had connected solidly where he had aimed it to land, but it didn't seem to have faced Articho at all as he easily took a hold of it with a deadly grip after skipping backward a bit. He stared at his trapped leg and then at the Saiyan, a grimace pulling at his features as it slowly dawned on him how screwed he was in this position. Bracing himself didn't seem to have done much of anything but actually make it all hurt worse; as his body connected solidly with the ground and expelled all the airs he had in his lungs, but to add insult to injury his foe was quick to kick him while he was down, the man's foot hitting his side with a smack and sending him flying away.
Even though his back and sides were protesting against such mistreatment, Samba pushed the pain aside and quickly righted himself while in the air, once he was in a straight position he dives bombed right back towards Articho, a leg extended to drive it firmly upon the male's chest.
But before it could connect, he quickly disappeared from view and phased back into existence right behind Articho, his right arm bend as he aimed to land a powerful overhead punch directly between the man's shoulder blades with the intention to send him flying into the ground.
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
None.
KP: 3/3
|
|
|
Post by Articho Reville on Apr 6, 2017 18:14:53 GMT
Articho rolled his shoulder slightly, keeping it loose as he watched Samba fly off from the force of his kick and dropping back into his fighting stance as the wolf man recovered and began charging back towards him. He braced himself to block the kick when Samba vanished from in front of him. Arti had to grin at the use of the tactic. It was one he commonly used himself, though he typically threw in afterimages to really trip up his foe. He kept his senses heightened, trying to pinpoint where the zoanthrope would reappear.
It didn't take long for Articho to pick up Samba's energy right behind him. The hybrid dropped to his stomach, maneuvering his body around to sweep the zoanthrope's legs out from underneath him and follow up with an axe kick aimed towards Samba's stomach. "Clever trick, but the vanishing fake out is a staple attack of mine," he chided as he rolled back to his feet. "I can't wait to hear every juicy detail the homicidal tree told you. I'm going to go ahead and assume he didn't paint himself in a bad light at all, especially when it comes to his near nuking of Vegeta."
|
|
|
Post by Samba on Apr 6, 2017 20:24:27 GMT
| Looking for the Kamesennin! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 180,911 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 2,894,576 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16) |
The moment he saw Articho drop swiftly to the ground, Samba made sure to prepare himself for what he knew was coming, sure enough his legs were sweeped from under him, but instead of landing with a dead thud on the floor, the Zoan planted his hands firmly upon the ground, and with that handstand the wolfman kicked his leg out, colliding with Articho's heel and bringing both fighters to a stalemate.
That was until Samba slowly bend his arms to the ground and like a coiled spring he pushed off from the floor and with it bringing a bit of space for both combatants. Once his feet touched solid ground, the Zoan took that bit of time to catch his breath.
"I understand why he wanted to nuke Vegeta, in fact, if I had met him before I'd gladly helped." The large Zoan aimed a scowl at Articho. "Don't you remember what those bastards in the SSE did when they came here? They slaughtered countless innocents; families torn apart and burned to the ground. Sometimes it sickens me that people seem to have forgotten this little fact." Samba spit on the ground, his eyes narrowed into a fearsome glare. "Just because Zucceta wished everyone that suffered under her warmongering self and her faction back to life with the help of the Dragon Balls doesn't mean she's completely forgiven in my eyes. Sure, doing that obviously was the right step in the correct direction, but if I ever see her face I'd probably want to punch her lights out." The fact that he wouldn't even scratch her eyebrow didn't matter to him, at least he'd release some pent-up aggression that has been bottled up ever since her people slaughtered his hometown and family.
"As it stands, any and all Saiyans, in fact, anyone that thinks that they can go around and do what the SSE from back then did are to be swiftly dealt with." Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, as this topic was still a sore spot for him even after all this time, the Zoan let his hackles that had previously risen lay back down. Falling back into his battle stance, the Zoan felt a smirk tug at the corner of his lips. "I'm sorry, you probably don't give two shits about my opinion, but there you have it."
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
None.
KP: 3/3
|
|