|
Post by Speenatch on May 13, 2017 7:17:20 GMT
Speenatch took in a deep breath as he sat against a lone tree, in the center of a rather large clearing. The clearing hadn’t existed the day before, but now it was stark and almost lifeless. All the trees had been cut, and their stumps had been removed. The undergowth had been cleared away, leaving the ground to be little more than dirt. The dirt had a ring drawn in it a short distance away from the tree. And some bleacher-style seats that had clearly been made slap-a-dash from tree trunks and branches. Yet it seemed stable enough for at least thirty or so people to sit on it. Almost. Right next to the bleachers was a table. A rather long table, with "cold dishes" set into it, and heated trays above it. There were also paper plates and cups, drinks (all soft), and plastic silverware. As if he were expecting a lot of hungry mouths to come and watch... whatever he'd set up. Finally, at the very edge of the clearing, was a small house. Round and bearing a clear mark of the Capsule Corporation. It was clearly one of their "cheap n' easy survival" homes. ' Lessee... got tha food out. Got tha seatin'... got tha first-aid-kit in tha house, and a coupla cots in there. Should be good ta go. Just gotta wait fer people ta show up.' And wait he did, sitting back against the tree. Like a carefree country boy on a lazy Sunday afternoon. He even had the long tuft of grass. But he didn't have the straw hat. What he did have was a long, fuzzy mullet-style hairdo, a pair of kickin' shades, and the most outrageous gi ever made. That and a tournament to finally run. ((OOCly, I'm so sorry that this took so long to finally happen. I kept waiting for a day where there was no special events, and where I didn't have too much going on. Hopefully most of you are still on to have this shindig go down. I'll link to the list of who fights who and when after everyone shows up.)) Power Level: 31,200, Medium Weights Applied. Modified PL=15,600 Taaaaags: Gira Rafar BACON Dilva Collan Vixen Jax Punchlust Mammon King Yo
|
|
|
Post by Mammon on May 14, 2017 15:52:11 GMT
The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Begins!! The Winner
Revenge a dish best served cold like a police officer with an eviction notice, just doing his job no more feeling than sending in that report at the office, it was just business. After all, they weren't worth the emotion.
He snaked his way onto the scene literally, he was a snake all armoured muscle charcoal scales and when he opened his mouth two fangs that dripped poison, its pale belly gliding over the soft turf and stone its beady black eye's reflecting the days light in two cruel orbs that said kindness and love in quotation marks whenever they spoke about them, which they didn't speak about them much. "Caresss for an apple Mullet?" said the snake to the man wearing the most embarrassing gi this side of a picture of a man exposing his- "They're in season." where once slithered a slimy snake there stood a slimy demon, which was worse is a question for the philosophers. "Really, this is all you could manage? A ten dollar budget and a trip to the mall could do better."
To get an idea of who he was and what this newcomer was like need only hear what he was wearing, he wore a red silk cloak, crimson tights, a cowl with some jaunty little hornlets, and a plastic trident with a loose floppy top held in his left in his hand. "But I expected as much, it was you after all." he sighed the world-weary sigh of the first worlder, kids in Africa didn't even have crappy party snacks and chairs that weren't so much chairs but bits of wood. "Where's the rest of the failures, I want my cash so I can jet and spend it on things." in one simple word he covered booze, whores, drugs, illegal fighting rings, porn that wasn't so much as sex but two women just hitting each other in more and more violent ways until one unmarked grave later.
"You better have the hospital on call, cause I'm going to break these twerps in beautifully horrific ways." he paused a moment to let the imagination to take the paint brush, and it was an artist. "They might even call it art if they stop screaming. So enough about me how have you been?" like he really cared, honestly he was half tempted just to sucker punch him and rifle through his wallet for the money. But he decided it was better the abdominal mullet hand him the money, it was crueller that way.
|
|
|
Post by Gira on May 14, 2017 21:17:00 GMT
((Thread PL: 11 423 Heavy Weights active! Sensed PL: 2855.75))
Gira rocketed through the skies of the Fukurou Forest, a piece of paper in her hand showing a map. There were some coordinates written right below it. The hybrid was following the map, approaching the area where the tournament would be held. It wasn't long before she saw the seats and the ring ahead. "Alright, pretty sure this is the place." The hybrid landed near the ring, looking around. The tournament grounds were... nothing spectacular. But they weren't bad. The girl was dressed in her brand new dark blue gi, blue wristbands and boots with red laces. A red belt brought the whole outfit together. Also stylish, the undershirt, wristbands, and boots were weighted, giving her the added functionality of being great training gear. While scanning the area for someone, the concessions caught her eye. Her stomach growled. That flight did make her hungry. Was it okay to take some though?
Gira furrowed her brow. 'I'll just take some rice.' She took a plate and a spoon off of the table and piled her plate high with fried rice. Hopefully, their host took the appetites of his Saiyan participants into account. The hybrid was on her way to sit down when she noticed Speenatch seated against the tree with Mammon right next to him. Instead of sitting down on the bleachers, she would sit with them instead. Gira plopped down on the grass next to the tournament organizer and the demon. "Heya guys." With that greeting, she would begin chowing down on the massive plate of rice. The girl had to get her strength up for the coming fights.
She was hyped for the tournament. The hybrid couldn't wait for the others to show up. She was overjoyed to see that Mammon was still participating. Ever since they met on that day, Gira wanted to test her power against him. She hoped she could fight him first; when she was at her best. She thought back to when they first signed up for this thing. A lot of interesting characters graced the alley that day. The teen hoped that they all would make an appearance today.
|
|
|
Post by Speenatch on May 24, 2017 4:37:07 GMT
Speenatch just stayed where he was, relaxing against the tree. Even as an unholy and massive power approached him. When said power turned out to be Mammon... Well....
'GUL-FREAKIN'-DURNIT! How'd he get so flippin' strong since tha sign-ups?! ...I need ta get more serious about ma trainin', cause at this rate, he could prolly mash tha guys that stopped 'im from robbin' that bank inta dust! And even with all tha power I've gotten since then, I can't hold a candle ta them....'
While he was having this internal panic, Speenatch's body language betrayed nothing. He just seemed as calm, cool, and collected as a cucumber. After all, this wasn't a saiyan he was dealing with.
He gave a sigh as he straightened up a bit, so he was properly sitting against the tree. Instead of lying down. He turned and spat out the stalk of dried grass, before smiling up at the horned monstrosity that was known as Mammon. "'Ey, if it ain't ol' Mammy-boy! Sorry bud, I ain't givin' tender gestures fer apples when I already got plenty in ma fridge." He thumbed at the small house he'd situated on the edge of the clearing right after saying this.
"And I've been fine an' dandy. Workin' hard, makin' money tha ol' fashioned way. Ya know, by doin' jobs instead a' stealin'. Oh, sorry, I meant failin' ta steal less than a couple-grand from a small branch bank... My bad, didn't wanna imply ya were ever successful at yer skullduggerin'."
'Squirt... why do ya insist on antagonizin' a guy that's plain evil an' psycho, and can snap ya in half like a twig?'
'Well, y'see... It's a game. He c'n squash me real good, an' he knows that. But he also seems like tha sorta feller who thinks he's, bigger, badder, cooler, and more clever'n everyone around 'im. An' he wants ta make sure everyone else around 'im thinks that way, too. So he won't kill me, or try ta kill me, 'till he's made me afraid of 'im. If I keep showin' no fear, an' matchin' his insults, he'll keep tryin' ta outmatch me. An' every moment he does, I win.'
'...And yet ya failed yer high-school psychology class.'
While he was talking to what may or may not have been the hallucinated voice of his sister, Speenatch just kept a grin on his face. A silent grin. Completely and utterly silent. For at least five minutes. Five minutes of his shades locking onto Mammon's eyes and staying right there. After that time, he stood up... rolled his neck all around... stretched his arms over the front of his body... squatted down and moved from side to side to stretch his legs... and tapped his chest a few times while clearing his throat. Just to take up as much time as possible. Why? Well he hadn't answered Mammon's second question.
'And I really wanna see how annoyed he'll get from waitin' fer me ta say somethin' about it.'
Then the teenaged girl with the messy hair and the hoodie came down into the clearing. Speenatch sensed her power coming in from the sky, and turned to watch her land. His grin got a bit wider as he recognized her from the tourney sign-ups!
'Two down, six ta go.'
He turned back and up to the horned fellow... while putting one of his brawny, hairy arms around the demon in a cartoony devil costume. In a far-too-friendly sort of gesture. One which was matched to a light tap with his fist on the fellow's shoulder. A very, very light tap.
"Well whaddya know? See? People are showin' up already!"
His attention turned back to Gira as she took some fried rice. Then some more fried rice... then some more fried rice. His eyes opened wide behind his shades, and his smile faded just a tad. Since the brawny little man was ignorant of her saiyan heritage at that point... he thought her appetite had only one explanation.
'Yeesh. Teenagers an' their appetites. Wut, she not gettin' three squares-plus-snacks a day at home?'
When Gira walked over to the tree, he gave her a courteous nod. And, after removing it from Mammon, a wave with his right hand. "Yo." Then, he stayed standing as he waited. He waited for quite a while. Hours in fact. Hours... and hours... and hours. It felt more like a little over a week in his eager, impatient mind. Eventually, it got to the point where the tournament was supposed to have started an hour-and-a-half ago, and still it was just the three of them. Speenatch grumbled and folded his arms before sighing and glancing at the ground. Nobody else was coming, it seemed.
"Welp, guess everyone that's gunna be here is here. So... gunna hafta return a few hunnerd zeni..." He walked over to his little capsule-house.... and disappeared behind the closed door. Then, the noise of loud rummaging, pseudo-cusswords, and plenty of rattling and muttering followed. This went on for five minutes.
At the end of the five minutes, Speenatch's brazenly-dressed figure re-emerged. With a fishbowl in his hand. Inside was a tiny, piddly pile of zeni notes. Just enough to add up to 300 zeni. It was the money that all three of them had put into the "pot". He closed the door behind him, and wandered back to the tree where he'd been waiting. He walked past it to a random point in front of the benches. Where he shoved his foot against a bit of wood sticking out of the ground. Thus, out came a small table, flipping out of the dirt and off of its side. It was thin, with a tiny circle at the top. And it looked just as cobbled-together as the rest of the decor. He put the bowl on the circle as the table was moved to its proper position. Then, he took in a deep breath...
Only to turn around, hands on his hips, and a big smile on his face. "Well lady an' gent! Looks like tha First-Ever, Real-Steel Tourney is gunna be a three-way, free-form melee! Fer an' audience o' none! All competitors, includin' yers truly, are asked ta make their way ta tha ring fer a full run-down o' tha rules!"
He then walked into the "ring", the circle of dirt across from the stands. And that sweet, sweet prize money.
(Since nobody seems like they're coming, we're just going to go ahead with a fight after a round or two of posts explaining rules and getting reactions. Then I'll set up the "fight" thread, where all of the combat will be taking place. This thread will be made, and then remain, "open" for non-contestants to wander in and watch the show. If they want.)
|
|
|
Post by Mammon on May 25, 2017 5:37:09 GMT
| The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Begins!! | FORKED! Mammon's PL: 97,577
He was going to savour this moment for the rest of his life, like a fine wine you've been saving for that special occasion maybe a christening, maybe a wedding, or maybe a funeral. "The bank was merely a setback, you'd know all about that wouldn't you?" yeah like that mullet, that was all the setback he needed to deserve what was coming."You really have no useful skill or talent whatsoever," he turned the trident on his hand spinning around and around until it blurred and became a red smear next to him, he tossed it behind his back and caught it with his other hand and tossed it up again and this time as it made it descent he caught it with his left hand and he caught another that had never been there in his left. "Have you thought of going into teaching?"And if his day couldn't get any better it was his virgin sacrifice, he gave her a look that seemed to say without words 'I see everything, yes that includes the one thing you said you would never do again and you were sure no one was watching'. "If it isn't my pretty little rose, it seems our host wants to turn our bout into a three-way." and he meant it in all its clever little implications, he entered the arena rolling his shoulder's and stretching. "You know I feel generous," that would be a first "I was originally going to crush your throat so you couldn't actually surrender, so I could take this nice and slowly." he began to spin his pitchforks again and again. "But instead I'm only going to hit you with these plastic pitchforks, as my punch could pretty much turn your face to mulch.""Can you beat this hellion?" he planted one of the tridents into the ground with enough force to bend it, but the plastic didn't break it just shuddered. "Or will you be damned." small fires danced on the prongs of the fork letting the plastic tips smoke and sputter. "Impress me."
|
|
|
Post by Gira on May 25, 2017 23:01:08 GMT
As the terms of the tournament were announced, Gira was a little disappointed. It would just be the three of them? That was a shame. There were a lot of interesting characters she met in the alley, but it seemed only Mammon would be fighting. Still, Gira was happy with that. She wanted to fight Mammon ever since that day. She looked over at him just in time to see his gaze locked on her. She shivered slightly at the look he gave her. That was a gaze that could pierce your soul.
Gira tilted her plate up and shoveled the rest of the food into her mouth as it seemed they were about to begin. With a satisfied sigh, she set the plate down next to her. "Mmm. Good stuff, Speenatch." Gira leaped to her feet and tightened the belt on her gi. As Mammon issued his challenge, Gira looked over at him. "To be honest, i've waited for this. You're a strong guy. I wanted to fight you more than anyone else." Gira smirked confidently. She got in her stance, waiting for their host to give them the go-ahead to begin.
|
|
|
Post by Speenatch on May 30, 2017 6:58:17 GMT
Speenatch just let Mammon have his little insults and jabs. He didn't give so much as a glance the demon's way while he waited for people to show up. Nor did he start paying attention to the boasting after he called both of the competitors to the ring. It seemed to all the world as if he wasn't even aware of the demon. Despite his power, and loud shouting.
He also ignored the double-entendres. However, the muscled little fellow did not ignore what came out of Gira's mouth. His real name. Unlike with any of Mammon's taunts, the mere utterance of his true name made him pause. And go stock still. His smile faded... and his eyes bulged wide.
'...Oh no... how'd she find out?!'
'I dunno, maybe ya accidentally put it on tha flyers? Why do ya even care?'
'Cause, I wus tryin' ta keep it a secret! Go by ma stage persona, so I could actually do stuff as regular ol' Speenatch. Oh, and so nobody like... say... a vengeful, wannabe demon would try trackin' down mom and dad.'
'Y'know wut...? That's fair...'
"The Unbreakable Mister Steel" tried to recover as best as he could. His grin came back, he put his hands on his hips... and he puffed up his chest. "Sorry girl... there ain't nobody here with that name! Just me... Mister Steel! Now, anyways..."
As Gira and Mammon got into the ring, facing opposite each other, Speenatch/Steel idly moved himself to be at a point where he was equidistant from them both in his own "corner" of the round ring. While there... he began to stretch again. Just to make sure he was fully limbered up before the fight.
"Now then... tha rules! The ring we're in is tha limit o' the ground we c'n fight on. Course, we c'n fly outside it, but if any of us touch tha ground out o' tha ring... well... Yer out! If ya fall below tha treeline outside o' this clearin', yer gunna be assumed on tha ground. And then yer gonna be out! Other'n that... no fightin' ta tha death! If one o' us gives up... we're out. If one o' us is unable ta keep fightin', we're out. And we're ta be treated as such. Last man, 'er lady, standin' inside o' this ring is tha winner o' tha pot! Any questions?"
|
|
|
Post by Mammon on May 31, 2017 8:59:36 GMT
| The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Begins!! | He Is! Mammon's PL: 97,577
Ding, ding. The metaphorical bells had sounded and the match had begun, or as he thought of it as public humiliation minus the public, and to start it off HE- walked calmly towards Mister Steel and raised the flat of his hand. "I'm giving you on the count of five to prepare yourself for this. One, two-" he said his voice rising his body shuddering as his chest pressed out on the thin fabric of his costume doing little to hide but define the contours of his body, veins were beginning to push their way to the surface along his forehead and arms. "-three, four." and his voice was now a basso roar more thunder torn from the sky than a sound from a human throat.Demonic Will (x3) Activated: 292,731
And cause he was a demon and never kept his word he skipped five, his hand would come crashing down towards the side of his cheek aiming to catch him on the backswing and knock him off his feet. "You weren't prepared." if he caught him off his feet he'd reach down to take him by the collar and toss him into the centre of the ring. "God I've wanted to TRY that for a long time," he said making a fist of his hand extending two finger's and blowing on it, the smoking gun. "you have no idea. I've dreamt of it in fact, but I always seem to wake up when I'm just about to-" he paused a moment and mouthed the words 'K-I-L-L' 'Y-O-U' and they were far louder in their silence than if he shouted it.
"But who knows the day is young, and so is our-" he turned to Gira and smiled, okay it was the kind of smile your imagination plays at night when you look into an alley or you swear you saw something or that thing under your bed, it was the Cheshire grin of a nightmare. "frieend." he'd sauntered towards her bringing his trident around in an ark and onto his shoulder's hooking his arm's around it. "Well what am I gonna do with you." he seemed to think a moment before sagging his muscles deflated and the veins that pressed to the surface so vehemently faded. Demonic Will (x3) Deactivated: 97,577
"I know, I'll give you one free shot. Anywhere. Pick up a rusty chain and try to blind me I don't mind, bleed me like a stuck pig." his serpent cadence was showing again, it made everything seem appealing it had the type of voice that said 'c'mon a little bit won't hurt', 'we can give it up anytime', 'who's it gonna hurt?'. "You'll only get this chance once, so why don't you take it?"
|
|
|
Post by Gira on Jun 3, 2017 2:12:53 GMT
Gira's stance shifted as the battle begun. She braced herself for Mammon, but it seemed he was going for "Mister Steel" first. With the demon's sudden burst of power, Gira felt the pit in her stomach that she normally felt from the feeling of his energy grow even larger. 'He's a damn monster!' A bead of nervous sweat formed on Gira's forehead. 'I hope it isn't over too quickly.' The teen hybrid stared Mammon down as he approached her next after attacking their host. The way he wielded that plastic trident rubbed Gira the wrong way. Did he intend to fight her with that? She was worthy of fists. 'I'll just have to make him realize he's underestimating me...' As Mammon stood above her, Gira looked up at him.
She felt his power fade back down to its normal level as his body changed back to normal. It seemed he was going to give her a free shot. She'd try to take as much advantage as possible. As soon as Mammon made the indication that she was going to get a free strike, a ball of yellow ki formed in her hand.
"You'll only get this chance once, so why don't you take it?"
At that invitation, Gira smirked. 'I'll teach you what happens when you underestimate me!' With that thought, the half-Saiyan thrust her palm out, aiming right at Mammon's head. "Try this on for size, then! Aether Cannon!" A baseball-shaped size ball of ki rocketed straight at her opponent. If Mammon decided to take the blow, Gira would follow up immediately by lunging at the demon and throwing a flurry of punches and kicks at his midsection.
[N1] Aether Cannon used! Fired at 33% of PL (900) KP: 2/3
|
|
|
Post by Speenatch on Jun 15, 2017 7:03:38 GMT
Speenatch stood quite still as he waited for any questions to appear. Which meant he was a very open target when Mammon began to stalk forth. As the demon walked up... and spoke out his rant... Speenatch gave a somewhat confused reply.
"That ain't a ques-" Nothing else came out after that. Why? Well, the Unbreakable Mister Steel found himself on the receiving end of a backhand from a powered-up demon. A backhand that sent him down towards the dirt. Then into the dirt, face first. Up until his head, and that mullet Mammon so hated, were completely buried. His body was sticking up perpendicular to the ground... and it was wriggling.
It did this for quite a few moments before Speenatch had the brilliant idea to just push against the ground. His ki-enhanced strength made it a simple matter of plucking himself free. With only quite a lot of dirt going everywhere, falling from his hair. He quickly righted himself, got himself on his feet... and started waving his fist about while shouting.
"I DIDN'T SAY "GO" YA JACKWAGON!" He was about to launch into a proper tirade... when he noticed he was being totally ignored in favor of the teenage girl.
'Eh... prolly fer the best. I need time ta plan... With that much power at 'is finger tips, Mammy-boy's gonna be a real challenge...'
He slowly rose into the air... while the black bands around his wrists and ankles made a clicking noise... they lost all weight as they did.
Medium Weights Removed: PL=31,200
|
|
|
Post by Mammon on Jun 18, 2017 5:21:01 GMT
The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Begins!!
You've been hit by You've been hit by
A smooth criminal
This what it was like to feel true power, to control every detail of the engagement. Felt good, he liked that feeling.
"Try this on for size, then! Aether Cannon!"
He did, it didn't fit. "Now that's the spirit," he said as the as the small ball of energy took him on the side of his face, this was nothing- he tasted something warm and salty swished it around in his mouth and when he put his hand to it what should be there, blood. "good." the blows came down upon him one after the other making the air whirring with their passing, 'thud' 'thud' it came down upon him, catching him on the chest like a machine gun of stupidity. "Do you know I'm a general, I work for an Emperor."
"Now you may be wondering how that relates to you." he kept taking the kicks and punches, it was a soft breeze he'd only have to walk forward and simply raise his hand and push, and it would be a ring out for her. 2855.75 power level really wasn't that much unless she added in some dirty tricks, go for the eye's, throat, or at the very least a gut punch. "You see I was stationed on Beppa fighting a small contingent of low-level Sayien warriors." he started to move with the punches dodging some and blocking others with simple flicks of his hand, easier to strike a flickering flame. "Now of course I won, but I offered one of them a chance." Easier to catch the rolling smoke. "I gave this warrior five chances to kill me, and five times he failed. I would not react nor move just like I did for you, but each time he couldn't I took a limb from him. I left him a bloody stump." Easier to find mercy in a violent storm. "Do you want five chances?"
"I DIDN'T SAY "GO" YA JACKWAGON!"
He'd get to him in a minute, he was saving him for later like that last slice of cake. Something to be relished not eaten all in one go, pace yourself it'll be all the more sweeter for it. The Trident shot up towards her from the side leaving a red smear where once it stood stationary, it came down upon Gira making a 'thwop' sound as it did. The plastic, if she was hit, would strike like a slap not particularly hard but fast and more than enough to leave a stinging mark, but what is pain but repetition, knowing it's coming and not being able to do anything about it. Once, twice, thrice, he'd start pacing her around with the ring trying to work her deeper into the circle with jabs and swipes of the plastic fork.
|
|
|
Post by Gira on Jun 18, 2017 20:53:24 GMT
Gira growled when it seemed her attack was ineffectual. She still had her weights on. Maybe it was time to take them off. Mammon didn't seem like the kind of opponent you wanted to use anything less than one hundred percent against. Gira stayed in her stance, keeping both eyes on Mammon. Then, he began to speak. He said he was a General, that he worked for an Emperor. At this mention, Gira got even more excited. She didn't know she was fighting someone so important. He must be strong. Well, she knew he was strong. But he must be even stronger than she thought.
Then he told her a story about how he cruelly murdered a Saiyan soldier while he was stationed on another planet. Gira's mouth hung open as she heard the story. He did that to a person? Only a heartless monster would do something like that. He WAS a demon, though. Maybe Gira's surprise was unwarranted. Gira roared and shifted her stance. "I'm not going to be intimidated by you! Just you wait, i'm gonna beat you!" Gira gripped the shoulder of her gi and pulled the top part off, tossing it to the ground next to her. a loud "THUD" punctuated its landing.
Gira then took off her shoes and wristbands, cracking her neck and stretching her muscles. "Oooh, that's a load off." Gira got back in her stance and narrowed her eyes at Mammon. "Get ready. From this point on, i'm fighting seriously." After those words were spoken, Mammon made his first attack at the half-Saiyan. It was so quick and unexpected, Gira was caught off-guard and smacked on the side of the face by the red, plastic toy.
Gira let out a surprised shout, but stood her ground. She moved as fast as she could, trying to dodge each of the strikes, but being mostly unsuccessful. Little did she know, Mammon was leading her even deeper into the ring. Gira wasn't going without a fight, though. When Gira got a moment between strikes, she flipped backwards to put a good few feet of distance between her and Mammon before propelling herself forward again with a battle cry. With one final roar, the teen half-Saiyan launched a powerful, ki-infused kick at her opponent.
Heavy Weights removed! New PL: 11 423
[N1] Nuclear Kick used! Fired at 33% of PL (3800) KP:1/3
|
|
|
Post by Speenatch on Jun 19, 2017 7:31:01 GMT
The Unbreakable Mister Steel... was sweating and feeling like quite the coward as he watched the teenaged girl struggle to fight Mammon. Mostly because he himself was floating well above the "fight", just watching...
'Dagnabbit, dagnabbit, DAG-FLIPPIN'-NABBIT! That kid ain't near strong 'nough ta take on Mammon, an' he ain't followin' tha rules anymore. Er, well... he's followin' tha rules I gave EXACTLY, but he ain't treatin' this like a tourney. He's treatin' it... it like she's 'is next victim...'
Out loud, he added onto his last thought with a realization. "A-And... and this time there ain't somebody that dwarfs us both ta keep 'im in 'is place..."
It was an all-around terrible situation. They were miles and miles from any form of civilization, didn't want to smash up a city with the fighting after all. Nobody with a high enough power level to put down Mammon was nearby. There was just Steel, no... there was just Speenatch and a teenage girl that was in over her head. No golden-haired Saiyans. No Big Train. No aliens with dozens of transformations.
'Just me. Well... Schnikes... Well, Speenatch guess it's yer time ta be a hero now. Just like ya always wanted... Wait a moment, Big Train!'
With that, Speenatch's mind replayed the memories of his friend's battle with Mammon. Of how the big boy in a luchador mask had boosted his power to match with the dark ki that the... maybe-actual-demon had been giving off. He'd been double what Speenatch had been even without the weights before, and then... somehow he'd summoned up more power from within.
'An' since I'm purty sure Big Train ain't a saiyan, an android, 'er anythin' other'n pureblooded human... Well... Anythin' he c'n do, I c'n do!'
'But can ya do it better?'
'Prolly not, but I c'n see if I c'n do about as good...'
He slapped his hands together after that, pressing them close. While doing so, he closed his eyes behind his shades, while opening that extra sense of his that let him sense ki. He could thus "see" Gira and Mammon down in the circle. One a pale glow of power that overwhelmed every other terrestrial lifeform in the vicinity... The other, a dark and malevolent shadow, seeking to choke the life out of everything around. One that also had further depths just waiting to come bursting forth. Then... Speenatch turned this sense inwards.
He looked at his own ki for once, giving it a thorough once-over. He searched and he searched for any sign of further power inside of himself. A hidden well he had yet to tap. A pint of power he'd been missing. In the space of a moment, he looked through the entirety of what some might have called his soul... And he found nothing.
There was no hidden secret. No power waiting for him to take. There was just the pool he'd already tapped into and the ki flowing out from it. Speenatch simply grit his teeth and moved his hands apart from one another. He didn't have any hidden reserves of power it seemed. But what he did have was a limited flow from his tank. So rather than keep looking for more power... he reached down and took it.
His hands clenched into fists, his muscles flexed and contorted a tad, veins began to bulge at random points on his body, and... his aura started to become visible. An eery, aqua blue just... shimmering like a combination of a river and a fire all around his body. His teeth ground against each other ever so slightly as he summoned up power he didn't have to spare. It was painful...
'Feels like every single vein in ma body is suddenly pushin' twice as much blood with four times tha force...'
But he didn't scream. He didn't shout, either. He just took the pain that came with the power. Then, he began to charge up his most powerful technique. The power began to pool in his limbs, though he didn't focus on any one in particular. He wanted the final source of his attack to be a bit of a surprise.
'Alright, now... I'm gunna watch 'n wait fer just a moment... Put everythin' I got inta one attack... If 'e goes fer tha kill before I'm done preppin, I'll launch whatever I got... Try'n keep 'im from killin' tha girl.'
'...Are ya sure that'll let ya win yer lil' turney, bro?'
'Nah, but I ain't aimin' ta win. I'm just aimin' ta make sure Mammon loses...'
[Intense Struggle (x3) Activated: PL=93,600] [Charging Attack: [MP3] Ultimate Steel Series at 100% of PL for 93,600.] [KP: 0/3]
|
|
|
Post by Mammon on Jun 19, 2017 12:14:39 GMT
| The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Begins!! | The Man! Mammon's PL: 97,577
"I'm not going to be intimidated by you! Just you wait, I'm gonna beat you!" Tough words, he liked the ones with spirit, they lasted longer. "When the last star has finally gone out when the universe lies cold and dead, only then will you beat me." so in other words, never. He watched as the half-breed discarded her weights it was like unwrapping his Christmas presents, he couldn't wait to play with it. "you know-" and he had to stop as her leg caught his head with a wet smack, spittle and blood was propelled out of the corner of his mouth in wet bullets turned pink from blood, his face snapped back as his head turned with the force of the kick as he was pushed back, he blinked at Gira he hadn't expected that. "Ow. That hurt," he said rubbing painfully at the side of his cheek, there was already an ugly purple bruise where foot had met face and kissed.
He had to give it to this halfling she didn't give up, it was like fighting the tide it would only come back in stronger and knock over your sand castle no matter how many times you cursed it or put up your little sand walls. But he'd actually felt that attack it had almost rattled his teeth which were a sight better than most could, so he set aside his plastic pitchfork and began to clap, it was the slow kind with the long pauses, you know the one that oozes insincerity, so a clap minus one.
"You know I really have to hand it to you, you remind me of a younger more innocent me. Well, of course, fewer horns and charm." he began to stalk around the ring like a big cat circling its prey. "Why do you struggle so much? What do you hope to get out of all this, and I'm not talking about this tournament. Why do you fight?" The sights lined up the gun was cocked and loaded just waiting for Speenatch's itchy trigger finger, Mammon's senses itched like he had got some dust up his nose, and who would happen to be this upcoming sneeze but the intolerable Mister Steel, he looked up and smiled his grin that had gotten him on several watch lists, he could commit sexual harassment with it by simply sitting in a room very quietly.
"Trying to stab me in the back, are we? And here I thought you didn't have one sinister bone in your body." he looked between Gira and the Mullet, it was a look you gave to someone when they've just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. "Appearances can be deceiving no? But if you think things are looking bad wait till you see this." and to put 'this' into perspective his body began to tremble like he had just come down with a case of the shivering death, his chest rose and fell and expanded out the veins sticking out on his skin like so many black snakes. "If it's any constilat-" his voice cracked and it became a wet gurgle, whatever he was about to say was cut off as the first signs of a snout was emerging from his open mouth. It was a creature from the depths of hell, if someone was asked to draw a really big scary demon, it would be this, it had long powerful arms and legs ended in sharp claws the colour of old blood and hooves that struck sparks from the ground when it moved, and worst yet was its head. It had two long black horns like two dark towers built to catch the menace like a radio tower, and a face like the ancient primordial ancestor of a goat which wasn't so much an animal but a nightmare, it had one set of hour glass eye's tucked below another set of red eyes, gone the man.
The Beast! Demon King (x8) Activated: 780,616
Here stands the beast. And the way it appeared was no less spectacularly horrifying, it literally tore its way out of Mammon leaving rags of flesh clutching to its massive frame. "-ion. That really hurt." his voice was thick and oppressive not so much speech but a landslide of sound that slid its way into words.
"Keep charging that attack, by the time it'll do more than tickle me I'll have carved neat little chunks out of her." and he slid a hand over the ground taking just as he said chunks out of it, leaving thin grooves where his nails touched. "Don't worry she'll still be alive, I promised to keep your rules." and he leapt towards the hybrid sending a massive hand towards her intent on throwing her to the other side of the ring, but if he caught her with his first blow he'd just simply blur and reappear where he had sent her ready to catch her again with another swipe, he was playing human pinball and she was the ball. "Are we still not intimidated?" he'd sneer cruelly, like nothing she'd ever done or would do mattered.
|
|
|
Post by Quince on Jun 21, 2017 11:21:34 GMT
Quince did not know that there was a tournament. Actually, Quince hardly knew what tournaments were. So, it was of quite a surprise that he stumbled on a strange clearing, made for combat. Of course, he didn't know what its purpose was, but that was half the fun. Perhaps it was for a sports carnival? Oh, well, if that was the case, he'd have to get away as soon as he could.
... What the hell is that? It looked like some sort of... big, goat thing. Or, perhaps not so big. Everything was big from such a small feline's perspective. It was eight feet tall, perhaps nine, and most certainly didn't look natural (despite being what is essentially half-goat). What was that figure, up there?
And there was some blue-clad guy. And some girl. And some cat.
Oh, never mind, that last one was him. It wasn't because there was a mirror about, but because he was so massive that the light itself couldn't escape its gravity, allowing him to see himself so narcisisstic. Resisting the temptation to run away, he didn't resist the temptation to collapse.
After a bit, he got back up again.
And then he ran away. But, since he really liked the flashing colours, he soon returned... This fighting thing looked important. He clutched the senzus in his satchel, ready to potentially save a life if it came to it.
((PL: 4,245)) ((Feel free to skip Quince as if he wasn't a member of the thread. I'll post to occasionally have Quince gawk at the combat and, if it comes to it, hand out senzus.))
|
|