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Post by Gira on Jun 21, 2017 20:06:19 GMT
Gira hopped back slightly when her kick didn't seem to do much. She was used to it sending her opponents flying. Mammon wasn't like her other opponents, however. In fact, he might be the strongest opponent Gira had ever fought. In the back of her mind, she knew that victory was only a slight possibility if even that and her struggle was futile, but the half-Saiyan was never one to heed that part of her brain. Though after what was about to happen, she might wish she had.
Around the time she noticed Mister Steel, Mammon underwent a horrific transformation. What stood in the place the demon once stood more fit what was on Mammon's inside; a dark, monstrous beast. Gira began to look nervous, backing up ever so slightly and digging her feet into the ground. A bead of sweat formed on her brow. The new power that came with Mammon's form was intimidating as well, but Gira stood her ground, not giving any hint of fear away in her face. She looked over at Steel, trying to formulate a plan. Judging by his rising power, he was charging an attack. He was much stronger than her, so if she managed to hold the monster off until the attack, maybe they could take him out together.
While Gira formulated her plan, she had no idea that she was about to feel true pain for the first time in her life. All other pain she felt up until this point would be nothing in comparison. As Mammon spat that last line to Steel, he moved quickly, throwing a strike at her with one massive hand. He was too fast for Gira to dodge, so she was forced to take his attack. The teen half-Saiyan cried out in pain as Mammon's slap collided with her head, sending her flying across the arena. Before she could fall out of the ring, however, Mammon appeared behind her, slapping her across the ring again.
Gira let out another cry of pain, but stopped it short. She recovered midair, floating where she stopped herself. She winced when she touched where Mammon's hand struck her. A bruise had already started to form. "Damn you..." She grit her teeth and looked down at her opponent, descending slowly and landing on her feet. As soon as Gira touched the ground, she launched herself at the beast with a furious battle cry. The hybrid attempted a punch at Mammon's snout, following up with a flurry of blows to his midsection. "So what if you're stronger than me!?" After she spoke that line during her furious combination of (probably) ineffectual punches and kicks, the speed to which these blows came increased. "I'm not gonna give up!"
As Gira continued her vain struggle, a small cat-like creature showed up on the scene. The half-Saiyan didn't notice it over her battle. A good thing too. Gira loved cats, so how she would act if one showed up during her tournament bout was anyone's guess.
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Post by Speenatch on Jun 24, 2017 6:52:39 GMT
"I AIN'T TRYIN' TA STAB YA IN THA BACK! I'M PREPPIN' MA FREE HIT TA YER FACE!" Speenatch bellowed out his retort while he continued to pump out and store his energy for a proper attack. He knew he only had a few more moments before he could release it... After all, even if Mammon accessed that little power up he'd put on a moment ago, the little mullet-maned fighter's most powerful attack would be able to accomplish his goal...
Then Mammon suddenly grew bigger. A lot bigger. Both in body, and in power. Well, "grew" was probably the wrong word. Instead, he literally burst out of his own skin, the image seemed to have come straight horrifying mad-man's idea of the butterfly metaphor for puberty... Except it was reality, right in front of the fighter. What was also reality was the demon's hike in power. Far more than the boost from earlier...
'Well DAG-FLIPPIN'-NABBIT! I... I don't think I feel that... I think I TASTE it. O'course it's tha one time I'm facin' an enemy that's leagues above me that nobody even stronger shows up. Then again... they wouldn't be able ta interfere, considerin' tha rules o' this lil' "turney".'
Mammon's evil aura was practically blocking any vision of other ki signatures. The trees, grass, and forest creatures he'd been able to see in his mind's eye were completely blocked by the glare of this power. Though, glare was sort of the wrong word. It was more like a shadow of some sort, maliciously spreading itself to engulf everything it saw. Including the aura of a small, flying cat that whizzed around at the edges. Forgotten in the moment.
Like he usually did, Speenatch hid all traces of his nervousness (and the pain from his forced boost) behind his shades and trademark smirk. All while his mind feverishly worked to try and figure out a plan. He couldn't just brute-force and give his all. His all wouldn't be enough... he'd have to be clever, too. Especially if he wanted to save the girl that had even less of a chance in this fight than he did.
'Y'know, I feel just a tad misogynistic fer that thought... Ah well, it makes sense in context.'
It was hard to think of a plan with all of your muscles crying out for you to stop. To just stop whatever the hell you were doing that brought them such wear and tear. When every blood vessel felt like it was pushing magma instead of blood.... Oh, and you weren't magma proof in the slightest, to boot. But hey, the Unbreakable Mister Steel had based his entire pre-ki career on being able to outsmart and outmaneuver his bigger and stronger opponents while injured. So he was actually able to recall one key witness Mammon had shared with him out of pure exasperation... And came up with the perfect idea of how to utilize it...
"'EY, TALL, DARK, 'N UGLIER'N THA SINS HE COMMITS!" He waited until he had Mammon's attention from that outburst. Knowing how Mammon felt about insults... well he had a fifty-fifty shot of getting it. "WUT'S THA BEST METHOD FER MYSELF AN' THA GIRL YER TARGETIN' TA DEFEAT YA IN THIS SPECIFIC BATTLE?! WUT'S THA BEST METHOD FER MYSELF AN' THA GRL YER TARGETIN' TA DEFEAT YA IN THIS SPECIFIC BATTLE?! WUT'S THA BEST METHOD FER MYSELF AN' THA GIRL YER TARGETIN' TA DEFEAT YA IN THIS SPECIFIC BATTLE?!"
'There, that oughta be specific 'nough that he can't twist it around.'
[Charging Attack: [MP3] Ultimate Steel Series at 200% for 187,200 PL]
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Post by Mammon on Jun 24, 2017 8:09:54 GMT
| The First Ever Real-Steel Tourney Begins!! | A Demons Anger
It was good to be the king, "So what if you're stronger than me!?" well he could name a number of reasons why that mattered, and a couple of Sayiens on Beppa who'd agree with him that it was what mattered. "I'm not gonna give up!" brave, but stupid. He could've torn chunks out of her by now instead of those light little slaps he delivered before, maybe an arm next, that would put the fear into her good. As he was coming up with new ideas of torment and hate she punched him right in the snout, they say a shark is sensitive there and as are most things with overly large noses, have you ever been punched there and not felt it? "Ow.." but as the series of blows connected they didn't even make him draw in a sharp take of breath, it was a matter of force meets wall you were more likely to hurt your hand than the bricks in this wall of flesh.
"Better to fight a mountain," he said bringing down one hand in another one of his taps that very likely could break mountains. "Better to fight a raging storm." he brought down another as he began slowly pushing her towards the edge of the ring, he felt like he was moving through treacle, he could've attacked a lot faster and with great strength but he knew there'd only be pulp left, so he pushed and let the half blood dodge and weave only scraping her with his nails as he positioned her for the big fall. "Better to fight death."
"'EY, TALL, DARK, 'N UGLIER'N THA SINS HE COMMITS!" He couldn't disagree on that point, he knew what he looked like when he showed off, it was big and stinking, but strong, so very strong. "Hm?" it may not have been the most cutting remark nor the most intelligent but it was the buzzing of flies to the tiger, it was all he warranted.
"WUT'S THA BEST METHOD FER MYSELF AN' THA GIRL YER TARGETIN' TA DEFEAT YA IN THIS SPECIFIC BATTLE?!"
The answer tickled at his mind like a cough, it welled up from his throat like a bad case of indigestion. "It is-" he drew it out each word a thousand years to him, he could pounce now take him out of the ring before he had finished but he'd still have to answer. You sometimes had to take a small hit to save yourself from taking a bigger hit, it was win now and lose everything or lose now and win everything later.
"It's me giving up," he said loping out of the ring, he didn't stop until he was barreling through the trees their bulks snapping on his massive frames, just simply shouldering them out of the way as he moved out into the distance. It was there he let free the most monstrous roar and began to gather power, it was his rage materializedsed.
➣EVIL FLAME ▪ [Custom Demon Ability] 1,268,501 And it was terrible, fire bloomed up and out of the forest and into the air crackling dangerously, it would've only taken him a tilt of the head to destroy the forest and hopefully that wretched wrestler, but he had no wish to gather earth mightiest heroes into another demon centred brawl. The glowing embers leapt into the heavens sparkling and twirling there, it was like hells gates had opened and all its hellish denizens had come with it, imps dancing in the swirling mass of ugly oranges and stained yellows, and even some blue at its tips. And it stopped.
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Post by Quince on Jun 24, 2017 10:07:56 GMT
No one had noticed him. This was good in that no powerful people were attacking him, but not good in that no one was rubbing his tummy. The blue guy, the cool guy, WAS SHOUTING AWFULLY LOUDLY. That is to say, he was shouting loudly awfully. But the big goat guy was taking it quite well and not shouting back as loud as manageable, much like Quince would have done if he were 'betrayed' by someone with blue clothes. But, he wasn't being treated negatively by the blue guy, or in any way, so he still thought he was awesome. Blue Bros forever.
But then the goat guy just kinda left. Oh, wait, he didn't... what was he doing? The attack then unleashed was seen, but also felt. He couldn't sense ki at all, yet the power of the attack radiated out and tinged his fur from such a istance... less from the power of the attack and more from Quince's sheer flammability.
Well, that was one guy out. The chances of someone needing a senzu were increasingly decreasing, but at least he would be entertained by watching.
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Post by Gira on Jun 24, 2017 21:38:31 GMT
Gira grunted s Mammon's strikes collided with her. The half-Saiyan was able to remain standing, but the demon was pushing her closer to the edge of the ring. Soon, he would go in for the kill and Gira would lose. Whether by some stroke of luck or something else, Mammon's attention was drawn away from the halfling before he could knock her out of the ring. Gira looked over at Speenatch, breathing heavily from her injuries. They weren't severe, but the fight in general started to wear her down. Then something happened that made Gira ANGRY.
Mammon bounded out of the ring, rocketing through the forest before unleashing a massive gout of flame. And then he was gone. Gira blinked, her mouth agape slightly. He gave up? 'No. Nononononono.' The half-Saiyan growled, frustrated. She had been waiting for this battle and he was just going to leave? This would not stand. Not with her. "You can't just leave! We've only just started! Get back here and fight me!" She screamed in frustration. But he wouldn't come back. He was gone. Gira closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down. Once she did so, she turned to her other opponent.
"So, I guess it's just me and you now." Gira got back into her stance, narrowing her eyes at the Unbreakable Mister Steel. "These are the finals. Let's make it a battle to rememb..." At that moment, Gira laid her eyes on the blue cat person that was watching the tournament. "K...kitty?" She was about to go and give the creature a belly rub, but managed to stop herself just barely. 'Right. A tournament. I'm doing that. Belly rubs later then.'
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Post by Speenatch on Jul 1, 2017 19:23:59 GMT
Speenatch just gaped as Mammon... bowed out. He just left the ring as he answered the question. And then the demon dashed off. Though, not before giving a demonstration of just how much power he had at his disposal... An attack that dwarfed anything the squat warrior could have offered. All directed into open and empty air.
'Guldurnit... he pulled a me!'
'Whatcha mean?'
'I mean 'e sacrificed a win in this 'ere rinka-dink tourney so he could... well... win later. Er at least ruin tha win fer me er tha lady.'
'Oh yeah, he wus kinda settin' himself up as a spooky, unstoppable monster ta fight. Kinda took away yer big hero moment by steppin' out.'
'Every friggin' time!'
'Well, looks like tha kid wants ta fight...'
'...Well... I kinda want ta indulge 'er, but maintainin' this level a' power is... well... Tha worst pain I've ever felt.'
And it was true. Every part of his body felt like it was on fire. Even his lungs and heart were starting to get in on the action, burning up with every breath, every beat. He wasn't sure how much longer he could maintain it...
'Plus, this ki I'm holdin' in would break 'er, prolly. ...Then again...'
'Whatcha thinkin'?'
Speenatch channeled all of the power he'd been saving into his right arm. An aura of power wrapped around it, slowly encircling the limb to make it shine like freshly polished steel. Then, he sent his fist upwards into the air... releasing all of that power in the form of a truly MASSIVE explosion. Following that, he let himself drop down to the ground, making it appear as if he'd used the power of that boom to send himself rocketing to the dirt. He landed down on a bended knee, before slowly rising to his feet. That smirk of his was flashing quite brightly... disguising the fact that he was clenching his teeth to deal with all that burning pain.
'I'm thinkin' I'll maintain this fer as long as possible. Give 'er a HELL of a fight, but let 'er get a few hits in... make it look like she's injurin' me...'
"Ya wanna go toe-ta-toe with THE UNBREAKABLE MISTER STEEEEEEEEL?!"
'Then, I'll wait till she gives me 'er best hit... that'll be when I let this go an' let myself collapse.'
He slowly extended one foot forward, the other moving back and lifting slightly. Ready to give him a spring forward. His arms? They both came up, fists clenched. One was held out from his body, the other kept close to his face.
"LIL' LADY, MA NAME IS IN THIS FRIGGIN' TOURNEY FER A REASON! I'M REAL STEEL, THA REAL DEAL! WUT ABOUT YOU?! I'D ASK IF YA COULD SAY THA SAME..." He made a bit of a show of rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck... Though every movement was a new hell, he had to come off as cool and ready for a proper bout. Make it seem like he was going to give it his all.
'Mammon took 'er an' my big moments away. Least I c'n do is give 'er another chance ta have one.'
"BUT YA KNOW WUT THEY SAY... ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER'N WORDS! SO SHOW ME WHATCHA GOT!"
[Attack Harmlessly Released: [MP3] Ultimate Steel Series at 300% PL for 280,800.] [KP: 0/3]
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Post by Gira on Jul 2, 2017 3:33:04 GMT
Gira raised her fists and planted her feet firmly as it seemed their battle was going to begin. 'Okay. He's strong. Incredibly so. But he's not as strong as Mammon, so maybe I have a chance. If I play my cards right and strategize, I'll stand a chance.' She smirked. 'At least i'll get a good fight. I'll have to get a rematch with Mammon later though. He isn't getting out of our fight that easily.' At the pre-fight trash talk of her opponent, Gira's smirk grew, She did like a little trash talk before a fight. "Oh, i'm the real deal, Mister Steel." She flexed her muscles, a blue aura erupting around her body. "But you're right. Talk is cheap. I prefer to talk with my fists!"
With that, Gira launched herself at her opponent, aiming a punch right at his face. Should that succeed, Gira would follow up with several knees to the stomach as she used her ki to hold herself in the air before attempting to backhand the man on the cheek with a closed fist. After that, regardless of how her combo turned out, she would thrust one palm out towards Steel's face, firing a yellow ball of ki the size of a basketball at him. "Aether Cannon!" The attack's name signaled its launch, firing forth from Gira's palm and at Mister Steel's unbreakable jawline.
[N1] Aether Cannon fired at 33% of PL (3 770) KP: 2/3
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Post by Speenatch on Jul 17, 2017 9:44:32 GMT
Speenatch saw her attacks coming from a long ways off... To him, she seemed to be moving sssssssooooooo ssssssllllloooooooowlllllyyyyyy... Thanks to this advantage, he got to choose which hits he took. And how. The fist flying for his face, he "parried" with a quick flick of his arm. The knee aiming for his gut? That he took, bending over as it struck. He even let out an exaggerated "oof" as it impacted. He took another few strikes, before moving himself back and out of their way. When she stopped, his hand moved to block the backhand... stopping it before it could hit his cheek. This, of course, left him "wide open" for the blast of energy that went straight for his jaw.
He opened his eyes wide and mouthed "Oh..." before taking the hit... he used his ability to fly to fake being sent flying. Up into the air, where he "just barely" managed to "recover" and stop himself from flying out of the ring. Once he straightened himself up, he flashed that smirk of his. His shades were still in one piece on his face, thanks to perfect timing on angling his face away from the hit.
'Well-well-well... Looks like we got a fighter with a lotta gusto... an' a bit o' brains ta match 'er muscles. ...Too bad I c'n barely feel 'er attacks. Wonder if that's cause o' tha power disparity, 'er tha sheer burnin' PAIN that I'm in right now. I'm really hopin' it's tha first option...'
"Heh... Good job! Keepin' yer opponent distracted, usin' yer ability ta fly fer a better hit..."
He forced out a chuckle, while his hands started to glow with energy. Energy that coalesced into a pair of glowing orbs. They didn't have NEARLY as much power as a proper blast would have possessed, but... he wasn't aiming for her anyways. "See, usin' non-aggressive techniques like that... sorta gives me an idear of ma own... THANKS FER THA INSPERATION, KIDDO!"
'Alright, now ta give 'er a bit of a struggle, make 'er keep usin' them brains...'
He then let the blasts fly... before quickly making more. And then more... and then more... A rapid volley of light ki-blasts aimed at the dirt all around Gira's feet. This, of course, led to plenty of dust and debris getting thrown in the air. Dust and debris that clouded vision... Right after he knocked up that cloud, Speenatch went dark. He was still there, still pumping out as much power, but he was hiding his energy, masking it. Making himself harder to detect.
He flew into the debris cloud, extending his inner senses to keep track of wherever the teen was. Then, from the blockage, he struck. He flew forward at high speeds, before letting his mask drop for just a moment. Just long enough to deliver a hearty punch towards the side of Gira's face. Then he was back out of sight, hiding his ki again as he slid away. He followed this up with another blow... then another... then another... then another. Punches, kicks, slaps, chops. They were all delivered via this method. Stealthing his way in from the smokescreen, revealing himself just long enough to get a blow off, then retreating away.
He didn't just deliver blows, either. He made sure to keep her hemmed in, always making sure to attack from the direction she was fleeing towards if she tried to get out of the dust cloud. Now, to make sure things weren't unfair, he kept his speed down. He only rushed with a speed that she could just BARELY block if she really focused. Or just BARELY dodge. Most of the time, at least. There were a few hits where he just went full speed.
'Don't want 'er gettin' away from every hit. Gotta get sum in she can't dodge 'er block. Give 'er a taste o' difficulty. Just 'nough ta make 'er hafta work fer it, but not too much that she gives up. Real delicate balance.'
He kept this pattern up as he went along. Waiting to see how, or if, she would figure a way out of his trap. That or until the dust-cloud settled. Whichever came first.
[KP Charging: 1/3]
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Post by Gira on Jul 20, 2017 0:11:56 GMT
Gira smirked as she noticed her onslaught was decently successful. She backed up to give her opponent some room, stretching with a big grin as he complimented her strategy. "Thanks! You're not bad yourself. That's some amazing power you have there." Gira did a few more stretches before getting back into her battle stance, her big grin remaining on her face. "Now, show me what you got!" With that, The Unbreakable Mister Steel began his assault by peppering the area around her with several small ki blasts. Gira put her guard up as the assault began, but it seemed he wasn't aiming for her. 'A distraction? Either that or he has really bad aim.'
The hybrid felt the man's power drop to nothing. That was when she realized it was the former. 'He's hiding his energy!' Right when she thought that, Speenatch came from the dust cloud, delivering a solid blow to the side of her face. Gira held her ground, throwing a punch back, but he was gone. Based on what Gira was feeling, his energy was too. Then he came in from a different direction, throwing another blow her way. Gira put up her arm just in time to block the brunt of the blow, but before she could retaliate, he was gone again. The assault continued, Gira blocking some of the blows, but some of them met their marks.
'Think, Gira... think...' She began to analyze her opponent's moves, trying to formulate a strategy. Then she began to noticed a pattern. She had a strategy now. She waited until Speenatch delivered one more shot to her, then she initiated her plan. With a mighty roar, Gira flared up her energy, a blue aura erupting around her. This also caused a heavy gust of wind, which blew the debris cloud away. At that moment, Gira would try to find Mister Steel with her external senses. Should she find him, the half-Saiyan would throw a powerful ki-infused kick in his direction, aiming directly for his face. If her strategy was thought out enough, her opponent would hopefully be caught off-guard.
[N1] Nuclear Kick used! Fired at 33% of PL (3 770) KP: 1/3
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Rhytid
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Warrior Caste Leader
PL: 92,171
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Post by Rhytid on Sept 3, 2017 23:44:23 GMT
Mammon your word count is 3,140 and your PL gains are 5,495! Old PL: 140,915 >> New PL: 146,860 Gira your word count is 2,604 and your PL gains are 3,646! Old PL: 92,128 >> New PL: 95,774 Speenatch and Quince, if you two ever return, put this thread into the TTG so we can get you some gains!
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Entirely Ed
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The Egg Has Risen
PL: Several Raging Hornet's Nests
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Post by Entirely Ed on Sept 22, 2017 7:16:40 GMT
Quince your Zeni gains are 336OLD ZENI: 1,425 NEW ZENI: 1,761
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Post by Speenatch on Sept 25, 2017 8:04:54 GMT
Been a LOOOOOOOONG while, but, uh... PL please?
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