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Post by Samba on Apr 25, 2017 23:24:56 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
"So beat the shit out of each other until the other person yields." A smirk crossed the Zoan's face at such an agreement being reached. "I like it, it shows how much you can push your body but also how much you can endure before you eventually throw in the towel. Something that you can't and won't be able to do in a real battle with another enemy, especially in times of war." Because why would the enemy side give you the benefit of staying their hand so you'd live another day? They weren't known to do such a thing unless it was to capture you and give out some information they might need, in any case as far as circumstances went most people that had a diatribe with another person merely killed them because it was the easy thing to do.
How convenient, and lucky too! Shemha would be in the same boat with him about training in this enhanced gravity, the two of them beating the hell out of each other while under it should work wonders to make them reach new heights of power. Or at least he hoped it would, so long as he had fun he wouldn't mind at all if he didn't even advance a single iota in terms of battle power.
He snorted at her statement on not holding back, a feral grin stretching his lips wide as her form seemed to bulk up slightly, not enough to make her look like a hulking warrior like him but enough to accentuate she was using the power bulking technique; while normally he would have chastised anyone that used it without knowing of its drawbacks he had a feeling that Shemha could take care of herself. "No holding back eh?" He rolled his shoulders and shifted his stance a little before he fell into his battle stance. "I can agree with that."
Silence descended upon the two combatants for a short while, broken only by the hum and noise that the gravity machine created in their simulation. But as if by an unknown signal the large Zoanthrope choose to start things off by dashing forward, his feet gliding across the ground as he cocked a mighty fist back, only to shimmer and disappear with a burst of speed to phase back into existence behind and to the side of Shemha, his leg already in mid spinning kick to drive it against her side with the intention of kicking her away should it connect.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: I am soooo sorry this took so long ono RL and studies were a pain in the ass, not to mention my work as well.
Techniques used: None
KP: 3/3
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Post by Shemha on Apr 26, 2017 21:58:46 GMT
Across from him, Shemha met Samba’s enthusiasm with a neutral mask. Below it she burned to engage him, the Saiyan influence in her life stoking the Majin’s desire for combat. Rarely though did she let that ruin her strategic approach to fighting. A planner and schemer, she often gave her opponents the first move in order to get as much of a read on them as possible. In her opinion, the way an individual began combat said a lot about their style. For that reason she stood motionless until the Zoan broke into a charge.
Straight forward and powerful, that was what she sensed from him. Build didn’t directly reflect strength in the caliber of warrior that Shemha called rivals, but it wasn’t something to discount. Close in height, Samba was far bulkier than she and it was impressive to watch the muscle rippled under his fur as he broke into a sprint. Prepared to handle an onslaught from his hulking figure, her eyes widened ever so slightly as he vanished from in front of her.
No…he didn’t vanish. She knew this technique. No longer able to trust her eyes she reached out with her senses to locate him. There, to the side. As he slowed to try and deliver his kick, her planted feet shifted and both arms moved to intercept the powerful strike. Able to block it, she still felt her bare soles slide across the floor as a result of the power behind the strike. Arms shaking slightly to hold his leg at bay; it felt as if they were frozen in time for a moment, her dark eyes lifted to regard his.
Then in an instant the stasis ended as her arms shoved outwards to throw his leg wide. With a small gap between them, a jerk of her head caused the long tendril one could call hair, to snap forward. With the intent of wrapping it around his shin, she would then will it to tighten. Much like a lasso the tentacle was taught in an instant as she spun to try and toss him across the room.
Should she be successful, her follow up was simple; a display to show that she indeed had no intentions of holding back. If they separated as a result of her throw Shemha held her ground. Arms down at her sides she remained focused on him, but began to gather energy, summoning the magical power from within her to push her stores of Ki even higher. He was powerful enough and likely experienced enough to know what she was doing, the Majin radiating with power as she prepared to unleash something big.
No techs used, but Shemha has begun to charge! Charge 1!
OOC: Don’t worry about it, life first and all. J
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Post by Samba on Apr 30, 2017 18:27:49 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
His spinning kick connected with her body, but his attempt at catching her off guard failed slightly as she quickly put up a block to mitigate most of the damage from that blow. While the strength behind it was enough to push her back a few feet it didn't blow her cleanly off her footing like he expected. Their eyes connected as they entered a brief stalemated, broken by Shemha's next actions as she threw his leg away from her and exposing his guard to her.
He winced at making such a rookie mistake, the Zoanthrope rationalizing that even if he was a Master in this style it didn't mean that it wouldn't be invincible nor completely foolproof, besides the Majin woman had Walker's essence, experience, and mind absorbing inside her psyche, and who else would know the little quirks and idiosyncrasies than the previous Master of the Crane School?
Suddenly her strange tail-like appendage at the back of her head swung forward and snared his shin with a deadly grip, and in the next moment, the Zoan's surroundings became a blur as he was quite forcefully swung around and tossed away like a ragdoll. He cartwheeled in the air for a few seconds before he got his bearings and righted himself while in the air; as that happened his senses detected a large concentration of energy coming from Shemha's body and there was only one thing that could mean.
'Oh no you don't.'
His feet touched the trunk of a tree, his keens bending and coiling before he sprung like a bullet back towards his opponent, rapidly closing the distance between them. As he did that he brought his hands to either side of his face, fingers splayed and closed his eyes. "Solar Flare!" With that cry, a blinding burst of light erupted from behind him, aided by the shining sun standing high up in the sky to give it a bit more intensity, should it had worked then Shemha's concentration would be shot to hell, but he didn't let her get her bearings just yet.
He pressed for the possible advantage he was given, still going fast towards the Majin woman and once he was close he'd bring his forearm forth to deliver a powerful lariat aimed at the Majin's stomach with the intention to push her back and expelled the air from her lugs. If it had been against an opponent he wanted to take down then he'd had gone for the throat or even their head but this was merely a spar and deadly force wasn't required.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: Pretty lights~
Techniques used: +[SU1] Solar Flare - A blast of light projected from the hands to temporarily blind the opposition, plus any upset onlookers. 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. Consumes 1 Stamina.
Stun PL: 3,174,032
KP: 2/3
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Post by Shemha on May 2, 2017 15:44:01 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368 |
| GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120 | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P) |
Shemha’s eyes glowed bright with the power that radiated through her. A trait gained from Walker, the soft light that emanated from them reflected the magics within her and whenever she gathered her strength, that glow intensified. Sadly, it was nothing compared to the familiar attack that Samba let loose to disrupt her.
As successful as her toss initially seemed, it ultimately provided him an easy transition into his counter maneuver. Muscular frame turned into a projectile she initially anticipated some sort of shoulder tackle in order to take her off her feet, such a forward attack something she could have easily made him pay for. Instead his hands rose to his face and when she saw his eyes close, she knew what he planned. Capable of the same technique, again thanks to Walker, she knew of the Solar Flare. Sadly, her eyelids were incapable of reacting as quickly as her mind.
An audible hiss escaped the Majin as the burning light washed over her, concentration broken as the energy that swelled within her dissipated harmlessly. Forced to lift her right arm in an attempt to shield some of the flash, she was left open.
Air rushed from her lungs as his powerful arm slammed across her abs. For a moment she held her position as her tall frame bent around the assaulting appendage, but then the momentum transferred fully and Shemha shot backwards. Stance obliterated, she flew far enough to greet one of the simulated trees which snapped with as much resistance as a toothpick. The collision did diminish what little altitude her body maintained though and with a grunt she hit the ground. Rolling heels over head, she tumbled several times before she got her bearings.
Legs snapping out, her bare soles pressed to the dirt and her nailed fingers gripped the leaf littered ground. Leaving a small trail in the fallen foliage, her muscles tensed as she countered the last of the momentum to bring herself to a stop on all fours. When she came to a halt, Shemha’s head snapped up to regard Samba, an excited grin dominating her features.
”Did Walker teach you that?” She questioned before she broke into a run. Awkwardly enough, her approach began on all fours. Her flexible body allowed for her to move as she pleased, devoid of joints to hinder her movement. After several quadrupedal bounds, she was on her feet and with a few long strides her legs tensed to launch her athletic figure into the air.
Arching on a path towards him, Shemha attempted to strike early. Head snapping forward, that long tendril came forward again as the end of it took on the appearance of something akin to a small wrecking ball. Humming with energy, the long range melee attack looked to slam right into the center of Samba’s broad chest. Should it connect cleanly and her approach unhindered, she would follow up the powerful blow with a series of kicks and punches as she drew within normal striking distance.
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OOC NOTES: I am going to try using your template cus I like it hehe.
Techniques used: [N1] Deceptive Strike!
KP: 2/3
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Post by Samba on May 4, 2017 20:40:29 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
An equally feral grin stretched Samba's features, a challenging glint entering his eyes. "You could say so. While he didn't teach me much before he had to go, he did gave me the basic rundown of it, enough for me to fill in the blanks." He answered her question easily, watching with growing excitement as she started to run like an animal; on all four and quickly reaching speed far exceeded that of a normal human being.
At first, he had been apprehensive that his powerful lariat had done more harm to the Majin woman that she dared to show, but then he swiftly mentally kicked himself when her previous words echoed in the back of his mind alongside her request. She had wanted to go all out and did so by even using her bulking technique, the drop in her speed or defense notwithstanding her battle power more than made up for it. It would be a slap in the face if he started to second guess himself and pull back his punches in this battle — which he was sure Miss Shemha wouldn't do as far as she was concerned he could take it and counter just as hard.
So with that in mind, the Zoan spread his stance slightly as he waited for Shemha to get close, probably a very stupid move in the eyes of many strategists out there but he couldn't really find it in himself to care that much. Her attack brought him pause, which cost him dearly as it struck cleanly between his muscled chest, the air being driven from his lungs with that forceful blow.
Retreating was his next course of action to at least regain his bearings but his opponent was making that difficult as she relentlessly pursued him with a myriad of punches and kicks. In retaliation, the Zoan quickly used his fast reflexes to block and meet her attacks in equal measure with a salvo of blows; thought that said he didn't come out of that unscathed as many of her attacks broke through his guard with deadly precision, striking flesh and leaving a stinging pain behind them all.
'I'm gonna be so sore once this battle is over; I can just tell.'
He tried once more to drive a bit of space between them, but instead of stunning her with the Solar Flare, phasing out of existence with an Afterimage or quite simply just jumping back he forcefully took a step forward, his right arm tensing as he aimed a powerful claw slash at any part of her frontal body that it could reach, but he wasn't done just yet.
Should his first attack strike true not he'd quickly follow that up with a double palm strike aimed right at her chest!
Even thought he was stuck in a deadly dance with his opponent, he could help but be a smart little shit. "Careful; Meridia might think you're the beast in this little dance of ours!" He teased jovially, referring to her early quadruped run about a minute ago. "After all, I'm supposed to be the Big Bad Wolf here."
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: This template belongs to Sketch but I'm sure they'd mind you using it; considering they readily gave it to me and other people that had asked =3.
Techniques used: +[N1] Ashura Dream Fist - Samba typically does a combo of clawing and punching, then finishing with a double palm strike to launch his opponent away. His hand and finger movements mimic the biting of a wolf, and sometimes when the combined blows are strong enough it might KO the enemy. Does 33% of Samba's PL in damage.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Shemha on May 8, 2017 2:27:14 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368 |
| GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120 | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P) |
The business end of her hair connected with the Zoan’s chest with a solid thud. To his credit, the solid warrior weather the blow with little more than a grunt and a forced exhale. Samba was durable and he was strong, she couldn’t not deny it, but she still wished to see the full extent of his skills. Their spar was young though and she expected to see more and more of his tricks as the fight went on. For now, she would press him to keep the pace fast. With all of her energy focused on offense, sitting back and using her durable body wasn’t on the table.
Locked in close combat with the Crane Master, Shemha rained down on him with a string of blows. As expected he held his own against her. Countless strikes were intercepted by his arms and legs, deflecting or outright blocking her punches and kicks. Steadily though, she began to get through, the solid blow she landed before the engagement likely buying her a slight advantage as his breathing slowly returned to normal. That was not to say she thought herself in full control of this fight.
When he stepped forward and swung, she sucked in her belly to avoid being disemboweled and instead only suffered shallow cuts across her abdomen. The tunic she wore, one acquired from Walker, did little to hinder the slash and was left in tatters across her stomach. A grunt followed as his hands slam to her soft chest, the force of the blow enough to send her stumbling backwards.
Off balance for several staggered steps she regained it just as he finished his little joke. A small snort escaped the Majin in return as the slashes across her belly slowly began to close. Regenerative properties did wonders for her body even if they did require a fair portion of her energy.
”Me?” Shemha asked with a small gasp as her right hand went to her chest. Her false shock was quickly replaced by a grin as she shrugged. ”I am not all manners and pleasantries.” She added with a quick glance to the woman that watched them from above.
”It’s true! She puts on this whole prim and proper act, but you should see her once she gets a glass of wine in her hand!” Meridia shouted down with a small chuckle. It had only been one time the Majin allowed herself to consume a little too much alcohol, but the demon would never forget it. Samba would likely never see her in that state, but he was already a witness to her ferocity on the field. The Saiyan influence in her life was to thank for that.
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OOC NOTES: Sorry for the delay, been busy!
Techniques used: None!
KP: 3/3
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Post by Samba on May 10, 2017 16:35:57 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
He watched with a curious expression as the gashes that he had inflicted on her chest disappear little by little, the Zoanthrope unconsciously lifting a hand and brushing his chest. If he had been inflicted with such a blow he'd be bleeding and a little exhausted after that, but the Majin woman wasn't even perturbed but at least she seemed out of breath, which was most likely because he attacked her stomach with the force of a freight train.
Meridia's words gave him a bit of a pause as he tried to imagine such a scenario, an amused snort soon following. "I bet that must be quite a sight." He drawled, a smirk crossing his features. "Then again, I was never much for drinking alcohol, so I'm a total lightweight. I don't even know what kind of drunk I am, but I hope I'm not the crying one or even the horny one." His nose wrinkled in slight distaste as he tried to imagine himself as such before shaking his head. "In any case, let's continue, yeah?"
As he said that, his body seemed to shift and bulge before with a sound akin to cloth ripping at the seams, another Samba stood beside the original, as that happened their power level seemed to take a dive; becoming a farce of its formal self. "You know what to do," Samba, the real one said with a dismissive wave of his hand as the clone charged at Shemha to buy some time for the original to recuperate some of his energy; getting your chest struck by a spiked wrecking ball and then plow someone with your forearm tired out most people and he needed to catch his breath back.
The clone meanwhile approached Shemha with a fist cocked back, only to suddenly deviate from its course of action and thrust a hand forward, his index finger aimed right at Shemha as a yellow twinkle formed on his index finger. "Neo Dodon Ray!" A thin superheated beam of energy shot at speed towards the Majin with the intention to cause some pain, however slight it may be.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: N/A.
Techniques used: +[UT1] 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.
+++[MP3] Neo Dodon Ray - The ultimate version of the Dodon Ray. A thin, concentrated beam of destruction which explodes on contact with an object. 100% PL and consumes 3 Stamina.
50% Copy PL = 1,587,016
Copy's Dodon Ray = 1,587,016
Copy's KP = 0/3
Samba's PL: 1,587,016
KP: 2/3
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Post by Shemha on May 12, 2017 12:29:30 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368 |
| GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120 | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P) |
Shemha rolled her eyes at Meridia and Samba’s words. Her enjoyment of alcohol was relatively secret when it came to those she associated with. Not that she drank enough to develop a problem or anything. When this was all said and done, the Commander made a note to inform Meridia to keep comments like that to a minimum. She did not need word being spread amongst the soldiers that she was some sort of drunk. No matter how false a rumor, enough mouths spreading it could turn it into perceived fact.
”Gladly.” Was her simple response as the conversation was dropped for now, even the mischievous demon above returning to sipping her tea.
The wolf’s sudden split was unexpected to say the least. Capable of the same, she understood that her body composition allowed for the formation of multiple copies naturally. To see another creature make a clone of itself was interesting to say the least. However, she would have to ponder the mechanics behind it at a later time; Samba two was headed straight for her.
Matching him move for move, the Majin’s body snapped apart. Both parts lost their form for an instant as the two red blobs separated, but quickly they reformed to both take the shape of the female. One in front of the other, the form closest to Samba charged his incoming clone.
”Two can play this game!” The Majin shouted as her arm shot forwards. From the tip of her finger, a thin red beam shot out to intercept the ray Samba’s clone launched. At nearly equal power level, the two collided with an explosion of energy. Red and yellow Ki mixed as a result, the blast expanding back towards each of its contributors as the Shemha clone’s arms crossed before her chest to weather the storm.
As for the original Shemha, she was in motion, the explosion of energy not a concern. Utilizing her zanzoken, she was already around the two clashing clones and to Samba’s right. Almost appearing out of thin air as her speed returned to normal and she shimmered back into view, the Majin lead with her head. Snapping her upper half forward, energy flowed into her forehead as it looked to connect with Samba’s as he likely turned to face the sudden threat. Durable, she was unafraid to use any part of her body as a weapon.
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OOC NOTES: Anything you can do, I can do...the same? Also, just in case you didn't know, when you split the new copy starts with the same KP as the original had. It doesn't matter here, but just for future reference.
Techniques used:
Shemha
[UT1] Multiform;Another technique Shemha gained from her absorption of Walker.
Through this technique you can create a copy of yourself dividing your power evenly between yourself and the copy.
[SU1]Zanzoken/After-Image Technique: The ability to move so swiftly that an image is left behind.(Able to dodge up to 100% of her PL
[UP2]Deceptive Strike:The deception of this attack is not in how it strikes, but the power hidden within it. Accustomed to using her durable body to her advantage, Shemha has begun to learn how to do so with even greater effect. By focusing her energy into her limbs, she has learned to strike with power comparable to that of manipulated energy
Clone
[MP3]Obliteration Lance:By concentration energy into the tip of one of her fingers or the tip of the long tentacle stop her head, Shemha is able to release a concentrated beam of Ki that travels double the speed of an average Ki blast. This is a full power version of her Lance technique.
50% Copy PL = 2,011,684
Copy's Attack = 2,011,684 (again let's call them within 80%)
Copy's KP = 0/3
Shemha’s PL: 2,011,684
Shemha’s Headbutt PL: 1,327,711
KP: 0/3
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Post by Samba on May 12, 2017 19:56:42 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Samba clone wasn't fairing much better as his arms crossed over his chest to mitigate most of the damage that blew back after their two techniques collided and exploded. His arms stung and there was the faint smell of singed fur in the air. Nevertheless, the Zoanthrope clone quickly pushed through the stinging pain and assaulted his opponent with a flying roundhouse kick with a cry of, "Dynamic Entry!"
The original wasn't having that much of a good time, however as he was completely blindsided by Shemha's next move, all he could do was turn his head towards her direction at the last second before stars bursts across his vision as he suddenly grew dizzy. It felt like his head was hit by a jackhammer at full speed, the muscle-packed Zoan taking one then two steps back to try and regain his bearings but it was clear that he was having a hard time doing so.
"My fucking head!" A killer headache was already blooming hotly and painfully on his bruised temple, his furry hands coming up to cradle his head, a canine whine pulling up from deep within his chest as he slowly let go of his head, his eyes seeing double for a few moments. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna hurl..." Thankfully for everyone involved he didn't do such a thing; what he did though was to quickly zone in on Shemha's energy signature and attack her with a powerful yet slightly unfocused focus punch.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: Seeing stars~ and uh, thanks for clarifying that ^^; I didn't knew, so it's nice to know now before I do another blunder like this later on.
Techniques used: None besides keeping Multiform up I guess.
50% Copy PL = 1,587,016
Copy's KP = 1/3
Samba's PL: 1,587,016
KP: 3/3
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Post by Shemha on May 12, 2017 23:05:42 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368 |
| GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120 | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P) |
The flesh across her forehead rippled as their heads made contact, but it was Samba who bore the majority of the damage. Staggered by the blow to the skull, Shemha found herself at an advantage. Should she have been against a lesser for, perhaps a soldier of lower rank and skill, there might have been a thought to hold back. A small hesitation to not strike again, but this was no run of the mill soldier. Not a soldier at all, Samba was a creature on her level and an opponent that would capitalize if she pulled her punches.
Unsure if his statement about unleashing the contents of his stomach was true or not, she decided it best to make sure she was out of range. From her position in front of him the Majin leaned back as her right foot left the floor and with a grunt, she shoved her bare sole towards the center of his chest. With any luck he was too disorientated to counter and if the blow connected it packed enough force to send him rocketing away from her. If he was to throw up, she preferred he do it across the dojo.
Shemha’s close blink her eyes a short distance away, clearing them after that blinding flash. Vision return, its glowing orbs refocused just in time to catch a roundhouse kick across her jaw. Head twisting to the right and then some, there were no bones within her to limit the rotation as her neck rotated one hundred and eighty degrees. Staggering a step, the clone croaked out its protest.
”That hurt!” It snapped at the Samba copy before its head spun back into place. Partially drained from the blast used to counter his ray, the clone instead through itself forward. No strikes came as the Majin instead lost the majority of its shape. Like a misshapen snake, it attempted to warp its way around the wolf. Spreading over his arms and legs as well as across his chest, the copy of Shemha looked to restrain its clone opponent.
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OOC NOTES: What a gooey situation!
Techniques used:
Shemha
None.
Clone
None
50% Copy PL = 2,011,684
Copy's KP = 1/3
Shemha’s PL: 2,011,684
KP: 1/3
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Post by Samba on May 13, 2017 20:55:17 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Samba clone took a step back as Shemha's clone's head did a complete 180-degree turn and then some, her face staring back at him with irritation plastered all over it. He gulped down his apprehension and slightly queasy reaction as she was suddenly upon him, her form seemingly shifting and elongating like a worm as she aimed to bind every part of his body that she could reach.
He twisted and forcefully moved his limbs to detach her from his body, though no such luck as she was stuck fast. He sighed in aggravation as he side-eyed the female's head from where it was stuck close to his own face. "You know, this sounds like the start of a really bad hentai." He couldn't help but be snide, his tone droning on and dripping sarcasm from every vowel.
But two could play at that game, taking a deep breath before letting it out slowly, his form suddenly seemed to bulk up quite considerably, but it wasn't a bulking technique of any sort. No, in reality, the clone was growing in size little by little, passing the seven feet mark, then eight, and keep on going until he was around the ten feet mark and then some. The reasoning for his sudden increase in size was pretty simple, with how large and wide he was in this state he theorized that the clone's body and their limbs couldn't stretch that wide enough to completely pin him down anymore.
Back to the original Samba, his sluggish focus punch missed by a mile as Shemha evaded his attack easily, even offering a counterattack that struck cleanly yet powerfully across his muscled chest, driving the air from his lungs yet again as he was pushed back a fair distance away from the female Majin. His temple throbbed, heralding a migraine that will strike later but the male resolutely ignored the pain and used every iota of sheer will that he possessed to focus on the battle at hand; another miss like that and he could be done for if this had been a real battle with a real antagonist out for his head.
His breath came out short and ragged as he regained his bearings for what like felt the umpteenth time today, his eyes never letting the Majin get out of his sight. Slowly, he stood tall and aimed an excited grin at the Majin, his shoulders shaking slightly with his mirth as he gave out a low chuckle. "You're made out of some tough stuff, Miss Shemha..." As he said that the Zoan's hands twitched, fingers curling and unfurling as he wondered if pulling out the special technique of the Crane School right now would be overkill or a bad move on his part.
They were sparring, after all, and they DID agree on fighting with all their power, that meant with any and all abilities at their disposal; so it shouldn't be too much of a stretch that he could use the Kikoho against her. This gravity room was big and sturdy enough to have withstood Beryl's megaton punches and even the strongest energy beam throw at its wall, something like the Tri-Beam shouldn't even put so much as a scorching dent on the walls.
Mind made up, the Zoanthrope's paws left the ground as he started to levitate towards the skies, his muscles seemed to bulk up quite considerably but not to the point that it looked grotesque on his 6'2" frame, though it did make him look more wide than normal. As he floated there in the skies of the gravity chamber the Zoan took a deep breath as he prepared for what he was about to do next. "Remember — Just a show of power, you don't want to kill yourself over a simple spar." He muttered to himself as energy started to spark down his arms and towards his hands as he brought them close to his face, at chest level and in the shape of a diamond; fingers touching each other as the energy gathered and concentrated there.
Like a scope, the Zoanthrope could see Shemha's face in high definition as he develops a slight tunnel vision. "This... is the epitome of the techniques taught in Crane School..." Samba's deep voice resonated through the chamber clear as day for everyone to hear. "Normally I wouldn't use it on something as flimsy as a mock battle, but we did agree to not hold back at all, didn't we?" As he said that he could feel how the energy was starting to pull at his very life-force to channel the power of the Kikoho. Large beads of sweat trailed down the side of his furred face as he gritted his teeth at the stinging pain, if Meridia and Shemha's energy sensing abilities were up to snuff they'd be able to detect this slight anomaly; with how unusual it was for an energy technique to pull at someone's very life-force to power it.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: N/A.
Techniques used:
+[UT] Shapeshifting - Shapeshifting is the ability to change one's shape or, more commonly, one's form and appearance. A dormant gene deep within Samba's psyche passed down through his lineage. One way to use Shapeshifting, for example, could be for Samba to use his shapeshifting abilities to transform into a larger version of himself, similar to an Oozaru in size, but receive none of the multiplier benefits of said move. Uses 0KP in a KP Battle.
+[UT] Pressure Point - By tapping deep within his psyche Samba can significantly increase muscle mass, while at the same time increase his offensive power at the cost of his defenses, this results in an increase of his offensive PL by +x1 and a decrease of his defensive PL by -x3. He must have a transformation that provides at least +x3 defensive PL to use this technique. Using Power Weighted costs 0 KP in a KP Battle.
+++[SPECIAL] Kikoho/Tri-Beam - A powerful blast which charges at 133% per turn, and can be charged up to 532%. It focuses some of the users own life-energy as well as battle-ki. Using repeatedly can lead to death, and even just one blast can damage the user. Consumes 3 Stamina.
50% Copy PL = 1,587,016
Copy's KP = 2/3
Samba's new PL: 1,686,205
Charging Kikoho 133% -> 266% next turn.
KP: 0/3
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Post by Shemha on May 15, 2017 22:09:27 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368 |
| GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120 | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P) |
The clone wrapped around Samba smirked at his comment, but said nothing in response. No matter what it sounded or looked like, this was a situation that favored her. Usually this type of embrace spelled doom for whomever was caught up in it. Rarely did one find themselves surrounded by the body of a Majin with any sort of favorable outcome in sight. How many had she absorbed in her years? Walker was one of the most influential and powerful, but during her years as a servant she absorbed countless victims. Mostly to conceal evidence and dispose of bodies, they rarely provided her much strength. She hadn’t experienced the real thing until she took in her dying master.
Luckily, the Zoan was in no danger of being absorbed…not here and now at least. Even if he was, the way his body began to expand would have made such a task difficult. She stretched with him, but there was a limit to how far her own figure could stretch. As the wolf grew larger, she stretched thin and was eventually forced to abandon her grasp on him. Slipping away like a snake, she shot several yards away to land in a puddle. In short order she regained her normal shape, crouched in a defensive stance as she awaited the Samba clones next move.
The real Shemha took the compliment thrown her way with a grin. Tough stuff was an accurate description and one similar to how the other warriors she challenged referred to her. It was her single strongest attribute save her regenerative qualities. Often she found herself weaker than her foes, but she was capable of outlasting them. Even Queen Habana struggled to match the Majin’s power…when she limited her own.
From her spot on the ground, Shemha noted the hand movements and even before he began to explain this as the most powerful technique the school possessed, she knew what it was. On Namek it was the very attack that Walker attempted to erase Habana with. Twice they had defeated it, but only with Habana’s ascension and then the Final Flash. Shemha knew the power of the technique and chose her next words with care, driven by purpose.
”We did. I am aware of this technique, Walker tried to kill my friends with it.” The less than savory facts perhaps leading one to believe she would rather not see it employed, but that was quite the opposite. Shifting her feet, Shemha slipped into a defensive stance as he gathered energy above her.
”Show me the power of the Crane School, Master Samba. I wish to see how I stack up against it.” She requested, a clear sign that she had no intentions of interrupting him. Habana barely survived this attack, the all powerful ruler of the Empire nearly escaping death when it hit her. Shemha longed to see how she stacked up. She was durable, but just how durable? This would be a test for her. It was a risk for sure, but when would she have the chance to experience it otherwise? Perhaps, if she was lucky she could even learn from this, begin down a path that would grant her the same control over it as Walker and Samba exhibited. Regardless of the gains to be had, Shemha was ready.
TAGS:
OOC NOTES: None.
Techniques used:
Shemha
None.
Clone
None
50% Copy PL = 2,011,684
Copy's KP = 2/3
Shemha’s PL: 2,011,684
KP: 2/3
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Post by Samba on May 17, 2017 22:45:13 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
The Clone was swift to act as it aimed a powerful punch to batter the Majin aside, but that wasn't all he did as should it connect or not he'd quickly followed that up by collecting energy in his free hand, a large orb of energy suddenly materializing and floating on his open palm. "Catch this! Crescent Moon Cannon!" The humongous Zoan then cocked his arm back before throwing that orb like a fastball at the clone with the intention of causing a large amount of pain. But there was a trick to this technique, as should the clone attempt to dodge with an afterimage technique the Samba clone will quickly twist his hand sharply towards the new location of the clone.
All of this, of course, was meant to keep the clone away from the original if it wanted to help the real Shemha.
Large beads of sweat formed on his temple, matting dow the fur as more energy crackled and channeled through his arms and down to his fingers. He refrained from wincing as Shemha brought up the fact that Walker had used this technique on her and her allies months ago, the reminder that he suddenly turned this way was still a bitter pill to swallow but he'd learn to deal with it once he had enough time to meditate and process this on his own.
But the time of reckoning was at hand, and he couldn't stop it even if he tried so he'd honor Shemha's wish as a warrior should. "As you wish, Miss Shemha." He said as he closed his eyes, took a deep breath through his nose, let it out through his mouth and grew still for a few seconds.
Then: "KIKOHO!" A powerful rectangular blast of energy fueled with his very own lifeforce shoot from his cupped hands towards Shemha at speed, as it did so it let the Zoanthrope feeling really tired and weak, so much that he had to quickly abandon his high perch and drift back down to the ground where he fell on one knee while trying to catch his breath back, his muscles decreasing in size as he could no longer keep on going with his power bulking form.
"W-wow..." the Zoanthrope looked at his hands, feeling and seeing how badly they were shaking as the aftereffect hit him. "I feel... so weak..." It felt like that attack ripped cleanly through half of his energy reserves, without a shade of a doubt he knew that if he used that technique four times in a row then it'd be the end of him.
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: N/A.
Techniques used:
↳++[V2] Crescent Moon Cannon - A variation of Full Moon Cannon where if the enemy would manage to dodge it with an Afterimage technique, Samba would twist his hand sharply to the side to make the energy sphere home back to the target. Does 33% of Samba's PL in damage and has the homing effect.
+++[SPECIAL] Kikoho/Tri-Beam - A powerful blast which charges at 133% per turn, and can be charged up to 532%. It focuses some of the users own life-energy as well as battle-ki. Using repeatedly can lead to death, and even just one blast can damage the user. Consumes 3 Stamina.
50% Copy PL = 1,587,016
523,715 PL @ Shemha's Clone
Copy's KP = 0/3
Samba's PL with Bulking = 1,686,205
4,485,305 PL @ the real Shemha
Samba's PL without Bulking = 1,587,016
KP: 0/3
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Post by Shemha on May 20, 2017 23:05:29 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 248,862
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 4,023,368 |
| GAIN BONUSES: GRAVITY X120 | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/ BULKING (x16P) |
With a roll that came naturally only to Majins, Shemha’s body maneuvered out of the way of the giant arm that looked to splatter her. Samba’s massive figured granted him little more than a larger range and in the place of it, he slowed slightly. Ever agile and flexible to the extreme, Shemha’s clone was in little danger of taking any heavy handed swipes. The sphere he sent as his followup, however, required a bit more effort on her part.
Rolled into a crouched stance after avoiding the swing of his arm. Shemha was ready as he announced the attack. Having no intention of catching any part of the large orb, she transferred her available energy into her body. With a thought she bent nearly into a horseshoe shape, abdomen stretched to the side to let the attack sail by. Clear of the blast she was prepared to launch her own assault when she noticed the jerk of his hand, a similar motion to Meridia when she slung that ax of hers around the dojo. Not only was that an immediate issue, but she felt the power growing across the from them, the original Samba far stronger than he was moments before.
Thinking fast she burst into motion and when the orb met up with her on its return path, the blast struck nothing but air. The image of the Majin left behind faded, zanzoken utilized to save her from the attack, but that was not her sole choice for the technique. No fool and not arrogant in the slightest, she realized that whatever it was that target her other self was leagues above what her split form was capable of targeting.
Thoughts linked in the moments before Samba released the powerful Kikoho technique, Shemha was prepared when her clone reappeared behind her. An audible slap could be heard as the clone collided with her full on, their malleable bodies becoming one as the Zoan’s powerful voice roared out his techniques name. It was the same thing Walker yelled, a technique the Crane School only taught its highest ranked members.
Back at her full strength now, Shemha chose an approach perhaps not expected by her furry friend. Instead of a technique to fight against the blast or even a barrier, she planted her feet to the floor as her arms rose to cross before her. In the shape of an X they intercepted the Kikoho.
Instantly she felt it, the raw power behind the technique and so much in such a short time. For an instant she was confident, capable of handling the blast she felt, but then the flesh of her forearms began to melt away. The pain was unlike anything she had ever felt before. As resistant as she was to all types of damage, the signature technique of the Crane school was too strong.
Screaming, her cry of agony was lost to the roar of the energy that consumed her. Inch by inch it washed over her, disintegrating the Majin as it went. With her arms soon gone, her vision vanished as it reached her face. Her blindness only temporary as it obliterated Shemha on a cellular level. Additionally, thanks to the angle at which Samba released his attack, the floor of the facility dissolved with her. When the blinding light of the life force enhanced technique faded all that remained was a smoking crater.
From above Samba came a screech followed by the sound of a tea cup shattering. If he were to look up, Meridia clutched the railing of the observation box, amber eyes wide at the scene below her. For a moment they searched to find some sign of her friend, but when they found nothing they looked to the Zoan in shock. What had he done?
TAGS: Samba
OOC NOTES: Took me a bit to figure out how I wanted to do this!
Techniques used:
Shemha
None.
Clone
Flavored zanzoken and then zanzoken again to avoid both parts of the homing technique! Then rejoined with Shemha/
50% Copy PL = 2,011,684
Copy's KP = 0/3
Shemha’s PL: 2,011,684
KP: 3/3
Shemha has joined with her clone to return to 4,023,368 PL, but she has been completely overwhelmed and obliterated by the Kikoho!
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Post by Samba on May 21, 2017 17:18:04 GMT
| Memories of a Dead Master |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 198,377
SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,174,032 |
| GAIN BONUSES: x120G | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (x16P) |
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Wide green eyes stared at the smoking crater where the form of Shemha stood not even a minute ago. His ears had faintly caught the woman's scream of agony as the Kikoho struck her and seemed to liquefy her down to the last atom of her body with extreme prejudice. The results of the technique and her screams were enough to make him sick to the stomach, the Zoan going as far as to hold a hand to his mouth to not throw up what little of his lunch he had had that morning before Miss Shemha and Meridia had come flying to his home.
With his attention withdrawn from the battlefield and in his distress, his clone that had been fighting Shemha's quickly came back towards his body with the sound of an elastic band hitting an object, and yet the Zoan didn't make any motion to acknowledge it besides continuing to stare at the smoking crater not too far away.
His ears were assaulted once again with a new scream that ripped through the simulated gravity chamber. The sound was so eerily familiar in terms of the feelings that it had inside of it. Pain, Desperation, Shock and Horror. All of this he had felt and roared when his village was attacked by the Saiyans almost two years ago.
Finally tearing his eyes away from the blast zone, his sight found Miss Meridia's shocked stare. Moving past the fatigue that was arresting most of his movement, the Zoan stood up with nary a grunt, his arms and hands almost flailing as he tried to defend himself. "M-Miss Meridia, please! You gotta believe me!" His furred hands cradled his head, the Zoanthrope's shocked expression soon turning into full-blown panic mode, his breath coming in short and his form shaking a little. "I-- I didn't mean for this to happen! I didn't m-meant to kill her!"
He wasn't against killing another individual; far from it in fact. But his code was to do that only to those that deserved it, like those damnable Androids back at the planet Konats or even someone the likest of Zucceta back when she was fully evil and this Xylo character that seems to want a war with everyone.
But never an innocent person or an acquaintance like Miss Shemha!
"Oh god, what am I suppose to do!?"
TAGS: Shemha
OOC NOTES: This pupper is gonna have nightmares for a while.
Techniques used: None.
KP: 1/3
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