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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 6, 2017 21:23:29 GMT
Articho frowned at Samba, his eyes hardening into a harsh glare. Slowly, he reached up towards his sunglasses and took them off, tossing them off to the side. The red framed shades landed with a soft thud as Articho's now exposed teal eyes bored into the wolf man. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Walker multiple times," he said as he started to unzip his jacket. He had suddenly lost the desire to keep things even with the Zoanthrope. Samba was beginning to remind a little too much of the walking weed they were discussing. "What the Saiyans did was terrible. I was there in Satan City when they invaded, but nothing, nothing, justifies murder of any kind, much less mass genocide and planet destruction. Saiyans aren't the only people who live on Vegeta and not every Saiyan on Vegeta is a warrior. You'd condemn every single person on that planet to death for the acts of the few? Would you really stoop to the same level as the people you hate?"
"That's ironic for you to say, given your own desire to kill a massive amount of people for your own purposes," the hybrid continued, sliding his jacket off and tossing it off to the side next to his sunglasses. His aura flared up around him as he rolled his neck, never breaking his gaze from Samba. "What I'm getting is that you're no better than the invading Saiyans. And, in your own words, 'they are to be swiftly dealt with.'" Articho's aura began to grow in brightness and intensity as the muscles around his body began to pulse and power built up with in him. Veins popped out on his neck and forehead as his muscles began to grow larger, straining his clothes and his body as he pushed himself past his own limits. Light sparks of bio-electricity crackled off of his body as energy rolled off of him in waves until, with a final roar, he stabilized himself and held his hyper muscular, powered up Ultra Super Saiyan state. His teeth were clenched together in a mixture of discomfort and anger as he glared at Samba. "Now," Articho said, a confident smirk finding its way onto his face as his body grew accustomed to the powered up state, "let's not waste anymore time. Maybe a little smack to the noggin will make you realize how fucked that sense of morality is."
Articho dashed towards Samba, his arm cocked back to deliver a powerful blow right to Samba's head. He would follow up with another punch towards the Zoan's gut and a knee aimed towards his chin.
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Articho has ascended to Ultra Super Saiyan! Offensive PL: 3,994,056, Defensive PL: 2,662,704!
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Post by Samba on Apr 6, 2017 22:16:40 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) |
"Spare me the lecture," Samba was quick to reply at Articho's spiel, his glare changing into a snarl. "Talk back to me when the people you loved get stomped into a bloody splatter, talk back to me when your whole family is murdered right in front of your eyes and you can't do nothing to stop it. Talk back to me when everything you've ever loved or hold dear is dead and you have to use your bare hands to make a grave for every single one of them." The large Zoan motioned his arm to the side, like he was completely cutting off Articho's facts by the seams. "Once you are left with nothing but sorrow and hatred and a gaping hole in your chest, then you can reprimand me; you who had lost nothing, safe with the knowledge that every time you will come home your parents will be there to greet you with open arms..." Samba took a deep breath, his next words shaken and stuttering. "Meanwhile, I've got no one waiting for me back there but dead bodies, not even a house left as everything was stomped to rubble. Pathetic, isn't it?"
He watched impassively as Articho seemed to enter a bulking state of sorts, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face as the Saiyan's power level went through the roof, but he knew without a shadow of a doubt that such a state would leave Articho vulnerable in the speed department, it was a lesson he had learned when he had tried the same thing on Walker to catch him by surprise, instead he merely caught a powerful fist to the stomach. "So, what, you're going to kill me before I become 'the next Walker'? Is that it?" Half-lidded eyes locked with the Saiyan's own eyes. "You're so full of it. You stand there and act all high and mighty, like some sort of self-appointed judge. All I care about is making the Earth safe, and I realized long ago that doing the same thing that the SSE did on Earth would make me no better than them, so spare me your judgment. But should another wannabe SSE group dares to step inside Earth and do that kinda shit again? Like you parroted, they are to be swiftly dealt with. Why should I be merciful when they wouldn't show the same kindness to us? Why should I just stand back and watch as they destroy or subjugate people under their heel?"
He stood impassively as he waited for Articho to get in his personal space, his eyes easily tracking the man's dash even with his enhanced power backing him up. 'So, Walker was right... bulking yourself up that much is detrimental to your speed...' With a thunderous boom, his large forearm came up to block the blow that was aimed at his head, while he merely side-stepped to the side and back to avoid the following punch and kick aimed to his stomach and chin respectively. He didn't come out unscathed from that, however, as his right arm shook and tingled from the force began Articho's punch.
"You know, that actually hurt." Using the knowledge that while Articho's physical strength far exceeded his own but his speed was shoddy at best, he quickly dashed towards the Saiyan and aimed a powerful focus punch at his throat, only to vanish quite suddenly and appear high in the air above his foe, his hands already glowing with stored power. With a cry, his arms thrust forward multiple times, raining down a salvo of energy blast down at Arti's location on the ground to buy himself some time to think.
'Think, if his strength far exceeds your own then obviously you should attempt to match it with a bulk of your own. But then I'll run the risk of my speed falling tremendously, and that's a huge fuck that.' Suddenly, a lightbulb clicked to life in his mind, the Zoan's eyes widening at the sudden revelation. 'But... what if... yeah, if I do that, it could work!'
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
None.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 7, 2017 2:57:54 GMT
"You know, if I wasn't looking at you now, I would have thought I was talking to Walker. You two are saying almost the exact same thing," Articho said, shaking his head. "I'm sorry about your family, though why they weren't revived with they wish for all the damage Zucceta did to be undone is unknown to me. But that doesn't give you any right to kill anyone. Do you realize how many innocent men, women, and children on are Vegeta? Both Saiyan and non Saiyan? So, because something terrible happened to you, terrible things have to happen to everyone else, too? Who elected you and Walker judge, jury, and executioner? There's an old saying for people like that: If you go looking for revenge, dig two graves. One for your enemy and one for yourself." Articho paused for a moment after Samba's last statement, before reaffirming his glare. "I find anyone who goes out of their way to kill people pathetic."
"I don't kill and I don't need to kill to protect the Earth. Mercy doesn't mean weakness and it sure as hell doesn't mean I just stand by and watch as anyone does something terrible. I fight, I protect, and I work to keep Earth safe from any enemy, but I'd rather keep my enemy alive to find a chance and make up for what they've done wrong. Zucceta was spared and she's already working to right her wrongs and the SSE is working towards peace with us instead of constant war. If you don't give people that chance, then they'll never take it," Articho countered. He sucked on his teeth at his slowed attacks that missed the wolf man, but he was still fast enough to dip his head back and avoid Samba's blow. He barely had the time to raise his arms over his head to protect himself as Samba shot a barrage of ki blasts at him. The energy blasts bounced off his back, stinging his skin slightly as he began to think of his own plan. His mind flashed back to his fight with Xylo in heaven for a moment and a grin crossed his face as he slowly began to build up energy.
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[SU2] Ki Charge used! Charge: 66%/33%!
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Post by Samba on Apr 7, 2017 15:36:30 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) |
He couldn't help it as a chuckle came unbidden from deep within his throat, really in any other situation he might have snapped back with wanton rage, in fact a year ago he'd gone off the deep end attack Articho for daring to patronize him in such a way, but now all the Zoan could feel was amusement and annoyance at this Saiyan. "You really don't know, do you?" The question wasn't really a question, to begin with, it was more rhetorical in its aspect but Articho could feel adamant in replying all the time. "The wish that they did wasn't for all the damage that Zucceta did to be undone, forgive me if my previous statement made you believe otherwise, and even so, do you even realize how much time has passed since then? Not even Shenron's power is that omniscience, well I don't think it is since I've never met it. Regardless, the wish itself was for the damage that the Tree of Might, along with everyone ruined by its power, to be undone." It what was Walker had told him when they met again after the wish had been done, all he remember was the sky rumbling with thunder and obscuring with dark clouds and a strange dragon shape in the distance rumbling with mystical power.
Leveling a look that spoke volumes about how he felt about Articho's comment, the Zoanthrope drawled in a tone that was dripping with sarcasm in every vowel. "Last I checked, there wasn't a huge evil tree planted on Earth with the capacity to drain it dry all those years ago when the SSE struck, now was it?" If it was, he couldn't really tell as back then he had been fighting for his life against the might of the Oozaru to worry about some giant ass tree, as it was considering the planet hasn't been sucked dry he'd go as far as to say that the Queen of the Saiyans hadn't gotten the chance to use it.
"Mercy can only bring you so far," Samba said, in a tone that spoke of past experience. "You remember Arias, yes? Just how many times did we give her a second, third and fourth chance, only for her to break any sort of olive branch or bridge that was made for her? I'm not stupid, I know that settling on her as an example against the trillion of beings living in this Universe is stupid, but the example still stands; not everyone wants to be redeemed, not everyone wants a second chance, they just want to do whatever they want because they can, and to hell with the consequences."
He let Articho's comment wash down his back, not really caring all that much what the Saiyan thought about him in general. He already knew that Zucceta was working on how to become a better person, and if she was truthful with that desire then he'd learn to respect, and perhaps even someday forgive her, though the news that the SSE was turning a new leaf was surprising, as he didn't know that they were also turning a new leaf but the news were welcoming all the same. "That is surprising, not unwelcome by any means, but surprising all the same, at least that takes a bit of my worry off my back."
Still, he needed to make his point across, or at least make Articho know of something. "Regardless, you're under the misconception that I will go towards the planet that birthed these 'monsters' and destroy it from the source. My past self, full of hate and revenge might have done that if I had the means do accomplish such a thing, as it stands and like I said many times, I'll protect the Earth and any other planet from harm in any way I can, as that is what I promised when I joined the Galactic Patrol, if people are going to judge me from my methods they're free to do so. If you sincerely believe that people deserve a second chance then fine, I'll respect that. What I don't really appreciate is you trying to cram your bigoted self-centered belief down my throat."
Just for how long could Articho stand there and let himself be pelted with barrage after barrage of energy spheres? Short of not even feeling it and merely humoring him (which was infuriating), with the continuous amount of damage he must be taking, however small it might be, it would only be a matter of time before Articho would get tired of it. 'What is he planning?' He narrowed his eyes as his energy sensing radar detected a gathering of energy happening right below, and his eyes widened as the pieces of the puzzle finally clicked together. 'Oh, that son of a bitch!'
Unwilling to let Articho charge any sort of technique, the Zoan immediately whip his hand to the side, a large energy ball appearing into existence above his spread palm, and with another motion, the wolfman threw that crackling energy sphere right at Articho.
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
+++[MP3] Byakko Shockwave -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 3KP and can be charged up to 100% of Samba's PL.
@2,894,576 at Articho.
KP: 0/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 8, 2017 4:48:14 GMT
"Well, my bad for not knowing the details. You'll have to forgive me for not knowing about the wish since I was kinda dead at the time," Articho retorted. He felt his temper beginning to get the better of him. He couldn't stand Samba's stubborn insistence that his want to kill was justified in any way."Your good buddy Walker is to thank for that. And has it not occurred to you that getting your tail in a twist about your family being dead is getting now sort of unfounded since you're staring at living proof that death doesn't mean jack shit."
Articho's eyes narrowed further, going from more angry glare to probing gaze. He remembered Arias. All too well, in fact, given her being on Konats was why he ended up dying. "That doesn't mean anything," he growled, his tail flicking in frustration. "Everyone deserves a chance at redemption, no matter how many times mercy is shown to them. That leaves a chance for them to right their wrongs. If you kill them, it'll only make it worse and drive them to take revenge against you." The hybrid listened for a moment, letting out a mocking snort and grin at the mention of the Galactic Patrol. It was quickly replaced by a freshly hardened glare at Samba's insult. "Bigoted?! Self centered?! What part of wanting to spare someone's life no matter who they are, where they've come from, or what they've done is either of those?! Did Walker stamp that into your head, too? Some sort of fucked sense of justice where mercy is wrong and you have to take revenge against people who've wronged you?"
The young hybrid felt the barrage of ki blasts stop for a moment, before a sudden, much larger energy appearing and quickly being launched at him. He looked up to see Samba through a crackling ball of ki towards him. Articho smirked at the wolf man's effort to interrupt his own technique. Whatever. What he had would be enough. As the energy grew closer, he reared back one large arm and threw a mighty punch, knocking the attack away and into the ocean with a resounding boom. He put as much speed as he could into his movements, dashing towards Samba with a loud, "Here we go!" He threw an uppercut towards the zoan's jaw before flipping over Samba's head and aiming a kick at the back of his skull. He moved around in front of Samba to finish out his combo technique. "GU!" he shouted, throwing a punch towards Samba's chest. "CHYOKI!" he aimed a two fingered poke towards Samba's eyes. "PA!" he finished out the attack with a powerful, open palm strike at the center of Samba's chest.
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[UP2] Turtle School Tranquility used! 132% charge at 5,272,154! 5,272,154 - 2,894,576 = 2,377,578 PL!
1/3 KP
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Post by Samba on Apr 8, 2017 13:37:45 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) |
"You're standing here because for some reason you've had a chance at rebirth; meanwhile my family are descomposing corpses six feet under, and if they had truly given the chance to be reborn anew I'd felt their energy long ago and would've been reunited with them." He shook his head at Articho's slow on the uptake, his sentence making no sense at all given that his family was still dead after almost two years.
He merely glared at Articho's snort and mocking grin when the Galactic Patrol was mentioned but made no motion to regard the man's disrespect, one headache was enough as it was. Still, he tried, one last time, to make Articho see his point of view, but if he still held on to his self-centered belief that everyone should hold hands and be friends forever and ever and ever then he won't try anymore.
"When everything you've ever loved is dead at your feet, tell me if you'd show them the path towards redemption, the fact that you keep telling me how you'd spare them just proves my point about your self-centered bigoted belief you're trying to cram in my head. Do you want me to give you the very definition of bigoted? Alrighty then: It means having or revealing an obstinate belief in the superiority of one's own opinions and a prejudiced intolerance of the opinions of others. Which is exactly what you're doing right now. The fact that you'd stand there and tell me you'd never get angry, enraged to the point that you'd want to kill someone that dared to kill your family or everything you've ever hold dear just makes me see how much of a fake you are. It doesn't matter if death is cheap, as you say."
Finally, the large Zoanthrope sighed despairingly and shook his head from side to side. "Whatever; it doesn't matter anymore. I can see that our worlds are vastly different. So how about we agree to disagree?" If Articho was still so thick headed that he wouldn't want to do something as cordial as that, then he was a lost cause and not something worth wasting breath any longer.
Seeing his Full Moon Cannon being easily slapped to the side installed the Zoan with a slowly consuming feeling of dread, the acidic feeling pooling in his stomach and slowly spreading into apprehension as Articho dashed towards him at speed, while in normal circumstances he'd be able to dodge and offer a counterattack of his own, using almost all his energy in that one attack tired him out considerable, so the most he could do was prepare himself for a world of pain.
He wasn't far off the mark.
With a thunderous crash, the Zoan's body impacted the ground of the island, the earth splitting at the seams as he was buried under its rubble. "Ow... what hit me..." Okay, perhaps using all of his energy in that attack wasn't such a good idea in hindsight. "I should have blown his eardrums with a howl... or just try and tank it..." Everything hurt, and his eyes were still closed and stinging something fierce after the man had poked him in the goddamn eyes.
The eyes! Man, who does that stupid juvenile shit? Was this really the Kamesennin he heard so much about?
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
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KP: 1/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 9, 2017 20:42:40 GMT
Articho blinked, his glare giving way to a look of confusion, He tilted his head as he studied Samba for a moment. "You know, that sounds like a really over descriptive way to say to I have an opinion you don't agree with in this debate," he said. And, honestly, you're being a little bit of a hypocrite, because you're doing pretty much the same thing." He paused for a moment, staring down at the ground for a moment before looking back up at the wolf Zoan. "Look, I'm half Saiyan. Anger has is, like, literally in my DNA. I won't deny that I haven't wanted to kill people before when I've gotten mad enough, but does that make it right? And not everyone can come back from the dead. The chance is there, it's just a matter of taking it. Honestly, it's kinda tempting to stay in Heaven. It's nice up there. No worries, no pain, nothing. Sometimes, people don't want to leave."
Articho nodded. He was beginning to grow tired of the back and forth, since it was clear that neither of them would be yielding to the other's opinions. Though, he felt like his attack combo landing successfully was a nice finisher to that argument. The hybrid stared down at where Samba had landed for a moment before quickly dropping downwards quickly, aiming to plant both of his feet directly into the wolf man's stomach. "That was the first time I've tried that combo on an actual person, you know. I didn't think the little 'rock, paper, scissors' bit would work so well!"
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Post by Samba on Apr 10, 2017 15:54:42 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) |
Samba grunted as something heavy landed upon his stomach, the noise of complaint merely from surprise more than anything. He slowly cracked an eye open before quickly forcing them shut as they screamed at him from his stupidity. That and the sun was way up in the sky, severely limiting his chance of opening his sore eyes and lock Articho with a deadly glare.
He settled for furrowing his brows and frowning menacingly up at the Saiyan.
"Are you comfy?" He asked sardonically with a heavy amount of sarcasm in every vowel. "Don't flatter yourself, on any other circumstance you'd been humiliated from trying such a move, the only reason it worked was because I used most of my energy in that last attack, leaving me with nothing." Sighing through his nose, the male leaned his head back, using the sandy ground as a pillow to relax given that Articho hadn't asked or said anything else that would merit him to open his mouth.
Though there was something he needed to say before Articho decided to flap his gums. "Can you get off, maybe? I'm not your damn feet recliner, either you get off or I'll make you get off me." It was mostly a threat spoke out of annoyance rather than actual animosity or intent to carry it through, but if the Saiyan kept pushing his luck then he'd force his hand.
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
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KP: 2/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 11, 2017 2:36:45 GMT
Articho crouched down, smirking down at Samba as he rested his bulging ridiculously muscular arms on his knees. "Here's the kicker, though. This isn't any other circumstances. You blew your load a little to early and here we are," he replied. He tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment, as if to ponder over the wolf man's request for the young hybrid to get off of him before nodding. He reached down and wrapped one hand around Samba's neck, then floated up a few feet off of the ground. "I think I can do that, but don't get mad at what happens next."
Articho reared one hand back, curling it into a fist. In one swift motion, he let go of Samba's neck at the same time as he swung his fist forward in a powerful punch aimed right at the wolf man's face.
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KP: 3/3
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Post by Samba on Apr 11, 2017 15:44:25 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) |
Samba wrinkled his nose up at Articho's choice of wordplay, thankfully his blush was safely hidden because of his dark fur, even so the Zoan snickered at Articho. "If I blew my load too quickly, then you're compensating for something, all those muscles can't be good for your dick. Don't take steroids, it will shrink it." Yes, he liked to play with fire, specially one that could burn everything it touched to ashes. His mirth was cut short rather abruptaly as the Saiyan Hybrid grasped his neck and floated a few feet off the ground, lifting him up from the floor in the process.
He saw the Saiyan cock a hand and curling it tightly into a menacing fist; ready to slam against his face it seemed. Too bad that Articho chooses to let go of his neck at the last second; if he hadn't then perhaps his fist would have hit straight and true. Like a mirage, Samba's body shimmered and disappeared with a burst of speed, reappearing behind Articho with a kick already in mid spinning motion to slam against Articho's side, but knowing that the man would expect that he once again vanished before the kick could connect and reappeared in front of Articho again, shooting at salvo of blows in the form of jabs, hooks, and uppercuts.
What was interesting to note was that instead of merely attacking with two arms, now Samba had a total of six arms at his disposal, while it might not help him much if at all, it would certainly force Articho at the defensive with so many attacks coming at him in such a short time.
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
++[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.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 11, 2017 21:54:52 GMT
"Like you have any room to talk about having a lot of muscles," Articho shot back with an annoyed eye roll. The wolf man's physique was far more muscular than the young hybrid's typically lean frame and was even bulkier than his Utra Super Saiyan form. As for the joke about him having a small package, Articho decided against giving a retort about that. He didn't want to think about whatever red rocket thing Samba probably had going on. He would have told the Zoan to shut up, but he figured his fist smashing into his jaw would send enough of a message.
That was, of course, if his fist had actually hit him. His fist passed through the afterimage and his senses kicked into overdrive. For a split second, Articho sensed Samba behind him. He didn't have the time to turn and face him before he vanished and reappeared in front of in front of him. The hybrid caught a flash of the wolf Zoan having far more limbs than he had a minute ago. Articho lifted his arms up in front of him as Samba began to throw a barrage of punches. He grit his teeth in pain as the wolf man's fists slammed into his forearms. He needed to get out of this and a punch of his own wouldn't work. At least, not by itself. Slowly, he let his tail snake around and aimed it to wrap around Samba's leg and yank it from underneath him. He followed up with two quick punches and a heavy kick to knock Samba away and give the hybrid some space as energy began to build up within him.
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[SU3] Ki Charge used! 100%/66% Charge!
KP: 3/3
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Post by Samba on Apr 12, 2017 15:28:57 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) |
"Touche," The large Zoan retorded with a shrug of his massive shoulders. It was true, even with his bulked up state he had Articho beat by a large margin, and he was merely a teenager; he had a lot of growing up to do yet before he reached his maximun potential, hell his Father had been huge and imposing even back then when he was a little pup, compared to him he was nothing. It was nice to know that at least his words seemed to have an effect on the Saiyan Hybrid, specially about the topic of dicks as he snickered in unrestrained amusement.
He finally got the drop on the bastard, at leat things were looking up a little bit for him in that regard. With so many arms helping him deal a world of pain on Articho, it would be hard for the man to even attempt a counter attack when he was being attacked in so many different directions. That was, of course, until he belatedly realized that the man had an extra limb at his disposal, that being the man's monkey tail.
His leg was grabbed by that wretched tail, and with a yank, the floor was swept from under his feet as pain quickly registered soon after that, the Zoanthrope being flung back after that heavy kick connected solidly with his chest. Groaning lowly under his breath, Samba rolled in the air and planted his feet firmly on the ground once he got his chance, and immediately began to charge his energy from deep within his psyche.
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
++[UT2] Six-Witches Technique and +++[SU3] Ki Charge used: 100% > 200% next turn.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 12, 2017 16:51:17 GMT
Articho grinned as he watched Samba recover from the hybrid's attack and begin charging his own technique. The wolf man had played right into his hands. He placed his hands out in front of himself, the heels placed against each other. "Kame...hame..." he said, bringing his cupped hands down to his hip as he turned his body. His aura flared up around him as the power in the yellow ball of energy in his hand grew. "HAAAAAA!" Articho quickly thrust his hands forward, launching out a large yellow beam that crackled with electricity. It was powerful right now, but he wanted to be absolutely sure he'd win with this attack alone.
"Kaioken times TEN!" Articho shouted. Instantly, his yellow aura turned red and grew larger. His muscles bulged even more and the intensity of the Thunderbolt Kamehameha grew as it flew towards Samba. The hybrid couldn't help but grin like a madman at the sheer strength coursing through him. "THIS IS AWESOME!"
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[UV3] Thunderbolt Kamehameha used! Charge: 132%! Kaioken x10 used! Charge: 232%! Attack PL: 9,266,209!
KP: 0/3
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Post by Samba on Apr 17, 2017 17:54:37 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) |
Their powers kept growing, overlapping and outclassing each other with every passing second; their energy battling for dominance on who would emerge victoriously in this battle. But it seemed that Articho had something up his sleeve, as his sharp eyes detected a grin going across the young man's features as he finally seemed ready to end this charade. The Saiyan's body turned as he prepared to unleash the ball of energy precariously cupped in his hands, and with a yell he let it sail forth, and with it, Samba knew that he could potentially block and or attempt to stop it with a technique of his own.
That mindset was quickly broken into a million pieces and ground into dust that scattered across the winds as Articho's energy beam, and his body were suddenly aglow with a crimson light as his power suddenly sky-rocketed by tenfold!
With a start, Samba's energy that he had been charging previously dropped out of sheer surprise, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as he stared at what felt like it was Death in the face as that powerful energy beam headed in his direction, decreasing the distance between them by the seconds.
'I-I won't be able to dodge that, I'm not strong enough! W-What can I do?!'
'Wait... that's it!' Like a lightbulb turning on inside his mind-eye, the Zoan knew what he had to do in order to somehow mitigate Articho's superior technique. With a leap, the Zoan jumped backward to create a bit more distance between him and the attack that was quickly gaining up on him, but as he jumped back his front seemed to bulge and morph as another Samba suddenly materialized from his body, taking with it fifty percent of his power.
The Clone stood resolute in front of the incoming energy beam of death, a snarl pulling at his lips as the blast got closer and closer, he was the only line of defense against it to save the original from getting ultimately destroyed should it connect as it was in power. Taking a wide stance and preparing himself for a world of pain, the Clone thrusts his hands forward and momentarily stopped the attack in its tracks. But it was short lived as in the next three seconds the energy beam overpowered the Clone's will and kept going forward after batting the Clone aside like so much trash.
Thanks to the Clone's intervention, the attack had lost most of its oomph it had when it was first thrown, and now the Zoanthrope could quickly use his afterimage technique to escape it. It was just in the nick of time as well, as the technique kept going towards the horizon and if one were to look at the atmosphere they'd see the energy beam still going and going until it finally shrunk and stopped after a while.
Panting with exertion away from his original position, the buff Zoanthrope tried to catch his breath as the clone's body shifted and phased across the battlefield back towards his body with a slam, and with that action, it also brought all that it had felt when the attack had hit it.
It took all of his self-control and will to not black out as the phantom pain of that attacked washed over him, the Zoan falling to one knee as the pain kept on coming until it finally stopped, leaving behind a tired, shivering Zoan in its wake. "Holy... fuck..." Samba coughed as he inhaled the wrong way as he tried to catch his breath again, he could feel his heart going a mile a minute and how every part of his fur was standing on end.
Gingerly, the Zoanthrope stood up using the assistance of a rock by leaning against it. "That was... some attack." He didn't know how in the fuck he had managed to survive that, but the elation was starting to creep through his veins as he realized that he had willed through the storm and came out of it no worse for wear except for the mental pain that it brought.
TAGS: Articho Reville OOC NOTES:
Techniques used:
+++[UT1-UT3] Multi-Form - This is a technique that Samba learned "off-screen" with Belle before she had to leave for her career. Through this technique Samba can create a copy of himself, dividing his power evenly between himself and the doppelgangers by 50% for one, 33% for two and 25% for three copies.
1 Copy = 50%
+++[MP3] 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 3KP and charges at 100% per turn, and if the "Barrier" is broken by an attack, any bleed-through damage is halved.
++[SU2] Crescent Moon Mirage - Through a sudden burst of speed Samba leaves behind an image of himself to distract his opponent. This image can perform a basic set of chosen movements when created to make the distraction more believable. This technique allows Samba to completely dodge techniques beneath 200% of his PL. This technique uses 2KP in KP Battles and cannot be charged.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Articho Reville on Apr 18, 2017 19:00:13 GMT
Articho couldn't see past his Thunderbolt Kamehameha to see if he had even successfully hit Samba, but whether or not he had was beginning to become the furthest thing from his mind. He grit his teeth as he felt his muscles begin to seize up. He only managed to maintain the attack for a few seconds longer before he pulled his hands apart and beam dissipated into the air. The hybrid collapsed to his knees, breathing heavily as the red aura disappeared and his body shrank back down to a regular Super Saiyan. "Ow...not...awesome anymore..." Articho grunted between breaths, his muscles pulsing. He kept himself as still as possible to keep from moving his muscles from cramping up and leaving him lying on the ground, unable to move.
As the smoke cleared, Articho spotted Samba, who, for the most part, was unharmed. He cursed under his breath as he rose unsteadily to his feet and studied the wolf zoanthrope. "Yeah...it sure felt like hell..." he replied. "Guess I got too far ahead of myself with that attack...the Kaioken is no joke, for me or my opponent..." He took a step forward, wincing as he moved his legs. He slowly hobbled his way over to the Samba, a pained grin forming on his face. "I'm done...Kaioken x10 took way more out of me that I thought it would. If I had known it was gonna hurt this bad, I should have just gone higher with it, just so you'd be hurting, too. What'd you do to avoid an attack that powerful?"
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PL Reduced to 138,683
MSSJ PL: 1,941,562
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