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Post by Plato on May 30, 2017 23:52:42 GMT
Plato looked down at Purika as the saiyan refused to run, willing to die for his duty. He turned his head giving the saiyan a glance, "They will replace you when they grow tired of your piss ant Behavior. I bet some subordinate told you run and give your life away and you followed it like the dog you are. Attached to a leash with your paws scrapping at the floor, don't be trying to make yourself look tough. Once someone like you actually faces something tough you'll have fear because if you don't even have a sense of fear your truly are lower than human. Fear is one of the primal drives that keep us alive. Without it we would rush headlong into conflict." Plato turned his head sharply as the air began to ripple and open up. A portal was being formed his first thought coming to the idea that Walker had returned. Walker was killed by the Majin Shemha but it didn't mean he was gone forever. He had died once but, nothing indicated you only get one life. Plato took in a sharp breath as two figures are leaped out of the tear of space. First was Shemha who he assumed created such a portal? She had after all, absorbed the tree demon. Was he going to die to the same person? Rage swelled in his soul, if he died to Shem everything would end he was not going to allow such a fate to befall him. If he died here and now everyone on Konats was doomed. Plato floated up as the armor that he had on seemed to sink and take in an appearance more akin to actually skin. It was apparent that he had in all means wanted to warp his body to protect him. Though unknown to him, this was because his normal body he didn't have the ability to become a super saiyan. He was at the mercy of their attacks in his normal form. He would be foolish to announce to them such a weakness after all they'd tailor their fighting style to defeating the King. Weaken him and expose his normal body to the full brunt of their attacks. He looked at the saiyan who rushed at the bug his ki exploding. He shook his head, he might have called him an idiot but with the Saiyans fragile minds he might have released his power. Plato stopped floating so he was about 100 feet in the air as he watched Shem form swell. His Body began to bulk up as her power increased even more. He was well aware of the bulking Technique and its uses. She wished to enchant her physical strength to match him in what she assumed was his game. He smirked slightly; she was playing into his hand while he did have a great deal of power the majority of his ability was tailored for absorbing damage. He had built his fighting on that notion taking the least amount of damage while having the ability to absorb damage it the need arose. Plato calculated his options he could attempt to overpower her with a full power judgement but he would take the risk of being stunned by a powerful attack and blasted. If he keep up his own charge this would be less likely. He was well aware of ability that could stun the movement of targets through his own study. A fighter was only dangerous if they fight. The Other figure Shem brought attacked the Aroscian but failed to hit as he seemed to use an ability that allowed him to teleport. He assumed it was just the afterimage so he let it go. He could not focus on others plights and though his ability was useful and could help with Shem he concluded he would have more than his hands full against the woman. Plato was also surprised by the appearance of another which he assumed was a Breechan. She blocked the Saiyan foolish attack though her arm seemed to be damaged. The battle on the outskirts of town was going to be dangerous for everyone on Yardrat. Shem appearance made things far more complex. Though they left off the wrong foot he had to at least give it a try. He had to give her chance to head home. Plato looked down at Shem who had seemed to still being powering up Plato raised his hand pointing it at the Majin as ki and magic sparked around his body as he looked at the Majin taking in a deep breath. "I understand your here to kill me but I’m going to say this. Whatever reason you have to take this world, you know it’s not right. Perhaps you’re doing this because you want to keep Xylo's hand off this world yet he has no hands on this world. I have no intention of letting people just go Willy nilly and take over any planet they desire. This Planet while apart of the ae has been left here. While i have no love for the Ae you do not have the right to subjugate these people to your rule. I'm happy to leave this peacefully but only if you’re willing. Both sides we can vacant Yardrat and leave it to be ruled by its own people. This does not have to bloody battle where people lose their lives. If we fight thousand if not millions will die. Were above the main city of Yardrat, and I’m well aware of your strength. So i wish we can find a solution the Ae, the Domain and your Empire all have your flaws and your great sides. They don't need to all fight for hunks of rock with people on them just to prove their status. You want Justice for your friend Mayze and while i do believe he harmed my people we can look past that. We were both mad at one another and let feeling overflow in a discussion that should of let those feeling in some other place. I'm not asking you to stop your war with the Domain that won't happen what I’m asking is as this planet is not doing anything in such a war to harm you leave it be. Yardrat should not be harmed because of the action of Xylo and the Domain. Please listen to reason and lets us tone this battle down before people need to die." Plato looked Shem dead in the eye as he spoke; this was his one plea to keep the fighting from getting out of hand. He knew if he started fighting he'd lose control and so many people who die because of that. Yardrat deserved to have it freedom and not just be traded around. It was like his home Konats; they deserved to choose their own king. Plato closed his eyes memories rushing to mind before he snapped them back open. He could not allow another race being put under the chains of another for selfish gain. This Planet didn't need to be sacked or conquered to defeat Xylo. If anything they could of targeted Namak and Arosce. That would make the most since to him though he supposed they didn't think of that. *Still charging his Up2: King’s Wrath as he tries to get some sort of ceasefire* *Charging Up2:King's Wrath. Its current powerlevel is 6,842,640 *Next round it shall be 10,263,960 Shemha |
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Post by Shemha on May 31, 2017 2:35:06 GMT
| Takeover of Yardrat |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 5,143,231/4,840,688 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/Bulking (x17/16) |
Behind the expressionless helmet, Meridia was colored impressed. Confident the swirling black orb of energy was more than enough to blast the little Acrosian out of the way, the last thing she expected was for him to slow her blast down, never mind stop it cold! Head tilted a bit as the sphere hovered in place long enough for its intended target to step aside; she couldn’t help but watch as it sailed onward to level buildings in the distance.
A slow, metallic clap met Friion’s sarcastic remark as the demon applauded him for the clever maneuver. Focused on him as the rumble of collapsing buildings faded she cared nothing for any that might have been caught up in the misplaced blast. Collateral damage was a part of war, the pair of them sharing equal blame for any lives lost.
”I wouldn’t call it a shame really. Think about all the time saved now that we don’t have to chase any pockets of resistance through cramped alleyways.” She replied as if she knew there would be resistance from forces hunkered down within the cluster of buildings. For all she knew, they could have been empty. It mattered little. When this was all said and done, this area of Yardrat would need a construction crew or two. She would leave that up to those with a mind for manual labor. Grimy jobs like that were below her.
”Yah know,” She started again as the others engaged and charged around them. ”This would be soooo much simpler if you would just surrender. Heck, you could even fight for the SSE and your tiny error in judgment might be forgotten.” Meridia suggested as she turned to face him fully. Her tone almost sounded sincere, yet her face remained hidden and the smirk plastered across her lips concealed. Even if any of them chose to throw in the towel, she planned to make sure they meant it with a gauntlet to the back of the head. These wretches couldn’t be trusted.
Regardless of whatever answer he might provide or have planned, Meridia wasn’t about to bank on casual conversation to win the day. Ax still clutched in her right hand, Meridia did not hide her intent as she leapt towards him. Armored frame arcing across the battlefield, she propelled herself to land right in front of him with the business end of her weapon chopping for the top of his skull. Should he avoid the strike, she would utilize some of her momentum to spin around and extend her left leg towards his torso. Friion was now the demon’s partner in a vicious dance.
Like Meridia, Shemha cared little for the collateral damage. It wasn’t that life meant nothing to her, but that she realized sacrifices were often needed to accomplish one's goals. Plato and the motley crew that assisted him chose to come at Purika, hoped to obliterate the Saiyan while they had the numbers. Was the King worried about casualties then? Shemha doubted it. Aware of such tactics, false promises and wishing to end things peacefully, she didn't buy it.
Back on Namek, Walker attempted the same thing. He gave her the chance to leave the fight and let her allies be murdered in her stead. Just as Plato did now, he offered a false peace offering, one so clearly aimed in his favor. War had not been what Shemha wanted, the Majin going as far as to seek out Xylo himself, yet the Mazoku Lord wanted nothing to do with her beyond the extent of his fists. At least he was willing to display his true intent, not hide it behind false care for the innocents around them. If Plato truly wished to save lives than all he had to do was lower his guard and let Shemha blast him from the sky. Then no one would be hurt save him.
”Please, spare me the lies, Plato. Convenient you wish to avoid fighting after I arrive and my ally is no longer the one who is outgunned. This is what you have chosen King, now find your spine and face me. I will show the enemies of the Empire no mercy.” Shemha responded with finality. There were no words that could talk her down, no excuse that would give her pause. This planet would belong to the SSE and then its people would be safe from Xylo’s expanding grasp. Under the banner of the Empire, worlds across the galaxy would know safety and peace. This was Habana’s wish and the Commander would see it come true.
Slowly she rose to match his elevation. All around her bulked frame red energy crackled and danced. Swollen with power, if her words did not convey the message clearly enough, the energy that gathered about her filled in any gaps. Higher now, the others fighting below them, this position would provide the people of Yardrat some salvation from whatever the two powerful warriors might unleash. Plato still had the option to sacrifice himself should he believe in his own words. If not, the two would see how they fared against one another.
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OOC NOTES: So, I was informed by staff that my modifiers for Shemha were actually incorrect. When absorbing Walker I was only given a +0/+1 instead of the +1/+1 I was supposed to get. Staff has informed me to update my PL for this thread and I have done so in the header as well as listed her current PL right below this.
Shemha’s new PL is - 5,143,231/4,840,688
Techniques used:
Shemha
Shemha continues her charge! - 200% - 300% next turn!
[MP3]Deceptive Charge: Mastering the ability to disguise her attacks, Shemha had learned to gather Ki within her body for any attack without giving away what sort of technique she is powering up. This allows her to adapt her strategy based on the flow of the fight while utilizing her most powerful techniques.
3/3
Meridia
Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
Meridia engages Friion in close combat!
No technique used +1 KP
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on May 31, 2017 5:17:32 GMT
Purika ignored what Plato said, not giving a shit about what he had to say. The real question was, how much fucking air did this man have in his lungs. Why was he still talking to him anyways, the battle should have started already. “Why haven’t you shut up already?”, Purika asked in response to what Plato said. Purika assumed that one of them was going to throw the first hit.
Purika’s punch shot forward, aiming to strike the bug bio-android in the face. He was going to make sure that nothing remained of this bug, just like with the ones that appeared in his home every now and then. In an instant, a muscular Brenchian appeared before him, throwing her fist out to intercept his while shouting out the name of her attack. Purika grinned, another challenger, but this one was weaker than the bug. His attack still outmatched hers, though, overpowering her fist and applying damage to her arm.
Purika jumped back a few feet, listening as she called him a grunt. “Who’re you callin’ a grunt? You’re weaker than me!”, Purika said with a grin on his face. Purika listened as she continued, his grin only becoming wider until Soma cut him short. Then a discussion ensued between the two, the creation scolding the creator, completely flipping the switch. Purika could care less about what else they were saying, though.
Purika waited for them to get done, the creator dashing off to assist some majin named after a color. Purika sighed and listened as the creation apologized to him, Purika just looking at him with a confident grin as he got into his stance. “Oh, so you’re giving me the first strike… alright!”, Purika said. He shifted into his battle stance, his eyes locking onto the bio-android. He looked over to the attack that he charged in his hand, he could sense that it was getting strong.
Purika needed to regain some energy, and then he could either charge his own attack, prepare for a defense, or just attack him again outright. The other two options sounded clearly better to him. Purika took up on the bio-androids offer and shot forwards towards him, his leg shooting up towards its torso. He aimed to kick it right in the center of what would be its abdomen.
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No KP Use - +1 KP
1/3 KP
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Post by Somatotrope on Jun 1, 2017 23:13:45 GMT
Somatotrope as he continued charging his attack in his cocky pose watched as Purika came forth, completely falling for the invitation for the strike. Keeping eyes trained and locked with the saiyan, body twitching as he was waiting for him to attack. Eyes examining his body to figure out the best course of actions, and noting that this warrior in front of him had a saiyan tail. Recalling a couple files Daria religiously taught him when he was but a fledgling, but he remembered two things about a saiyan's tail. The first was that a saiyan with a tail can transform underneath the light of the full moon, and the second being that removing a saiyan's tail or even attacking it would inflict severe damage, due to it being a weak spot. Beaky maw curling upright into a grin, the Bio-Droid finally figured out a proper course of action.
Leaning his body around as the saiyan shot his leg forth, he grinned as he did let the Saiyan have the first shot. Not once did the creature say anything about not trying to dodge, though Experiment 404 did hesitate at least enough for the foot to graze the side of this body. Using the momentum of the kick grazing him, he slid across the ground to get behind the saiyan, finding the portion of the tail that is connected to his body. One clean strike ought to sever the link between the tail wrapped around his mid-section and his body. If this saiyan was truly out to crush him, as his intentions were made by calling for back up, then he would have blazed up into his golden hair mode, but he didn't.... Meaning that he couldn't. At least that's what the strategic amalgamation figured, as he let his lavender orb travel down his arm and in front of his mouth. And with one extra surge of energy flowing through his body and into his attack, the lavender orb was ready to decimate. Launching the Pledge Starstorm, Somatotrope tried to blast the tail off of Purika from the base, possibly inflicting heavy damage on the backside of this saiyan in the process... Maybe even killing him if the Bio-Droid was lucky enough.
The instant he launched the attack, he turned around and bolted straight towards the outside wall, bashing right through. Turning back to see if the saiyan had survived, one of two things happened. If the Saiyan survived the attack, then Soma would start sprinting for a less populated portion of Friezaton, as there was enough damage and chaos in the city as it was. If anything, he could lead the saiyan out for a more open combat zone that would involve less civilians, as the people who live here were part of his priority. The second option would happen if Soma actually vanquished the saiyan in that one attack, where the Bio-droid would linger near the hole and scope out the rest of the battle that was taking place in the general vicinity.
Sprinting further into the city, Daria had actually run through a couple walls of her own as she had to get to the location of Majin Blue. If that odd gumball died because of her selfish actions to protect Somatotrope, she was never going to hear the end of it. In a short amount of time, she ran out into the open of a street, finding Blue and an odd person facing off with one another, having short discussions. Probably terms of surrender, as everyone was offered at least one chance to escape with their tails between their legs. But it seemed that the enemy wasn't having any of it as he created an energy blade with his arm. Eyes widening, she ran forth, bringing up the wounded arm from before, putting herself in between Blue and Greeve, the ghost's energy blade cleaving right through Daria's arm although being weaker....
"Damn, that saiyan's... attack was much more severe than I thought," Daria mused as her eyes lay upon the arm which flopped on the ground, then turning her eyes to her fresh amputation. Her arm rummaged around in her pocket, finding a plastic glass vial filled with green liquids. Popping off the cork top, she poured it in her mouth, letting her Cure-All Elixir do its magic. Though nothing happened at first, soon enough she started wincing in absolute pain as her arm throbbed, the amputated limp warming up and getting hotter, burning up as if it was stuck inside of a star. Shouting in utter agony and through the pain, a new arm shot forth from her stump, emblazoned with her own blood.
"Though cutting my own lifespan shorter," Daria remarked, "I can drink this and recover any of my wounds. On top of that, I get a surge of energy. I would have given you a chance to flee, but seeing as you tried to destroy my subordinate.... Well, your life is forfeit."
With little time to prepare, her new arm started burning brightly as Daria brought forth her energy, preparing another major strike against her target. Pulling back her arm, she whipped it forth as she aimed her arm to collide with the phantasmal enemy, aiming to kill as she shouted her signature move's name...
"TSARBOMBA LARIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!"
Somatotrope
[MP3] Pledge Starstorm used with 200% Normal Charge + 100% Charge(With Applied Kurimu Racial Bonus of +1x Offensive PL boost)
158,991 + 158,991 + 211,988 = 529,970 PL Blasting forth toward's Purika's backside, Intent to sever the tie of his tail with his body and/or Kill if possible. IF IT DOES KILL, then no vaporizing the body
3/3 KP ~> 0/3 KP
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Daria
Tanked Greeve's Attack, severed arm, used SENZU BEAN to regain KP and heal damage
0/3 KP ~> 3/3 KP
[MP3]Tsarbomba Lariat used (again), with 100,000 PL's worth of KILLING INTENT headed straight for Greeve... No intent to vaporize.
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 2, 2017 3:44:17 GMT
The young blue majin hardly knew what was going on. Sheesh, how edgy could one guy get?
Blue looked over at greeve with his hands on his hips, a brow ridge raised as steam tentatively trickled from his pores. Should he power up to eat this guy, or was he ranting because he was on his side?
Before blue got a chance to decide though, the world seemed to decide for him. In an instant, the light skinned spectre lashed, out, his arm consumed in a razor sharp blade of Ki.
Blue had to act fast. Immediately, his flesh pulled back to reveal a full upper torso of his steel endoskeleton, and the boy's hands glew a bright sapphire as they prepared to take the impact of the blow.
Oh, wait! His suppression belt! He forgot about that!
The teenager became preoccupied mid battle, and took a break from dodging to fiddle with the Blue Banner belt, eventually pressing the center button to trigger the access to his full power. If Blue had been alone, his head would've been sliced clean off: Greeve was only yards away and approaching fast, and the majin had gotten distracted right as a deadly blow was launched his way.
Luckily, he wasn't alone.
Blue leapt back in a spray of liquid, reforming on the ground a few feet away. Was that— "Mehh?" His eyes locked on Daria with admiration and then a sly grin. Now it was two against one, there was no way he would fall for another cheap trick like that. "Don't even want to eat you," the Majin spat cockily as Daria regenerated her arm, "Too ugly."
As Daria launched her return fire, Blue's eyes glimmered with pride. Yeah— He made a good choice rolling with these guys!
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Post by Friion on Jun 3, 2017 9:03:05 GMT
The strange figure opposite him hadn't quite given the response he had expected. Usually, a wish of capture over killing opponents outright came with a heroic package deal, gift wrapped with a sense of snobby self righteousness. The stranger seemed surprised that Friion had been able to escape that orb of doom unscathed, even though it had taxed him quite a bit to do so. A slow round of metallic applause was offered as an initial reply to his snarky comment.
His opponent had dismissed it all as saving time, which surprised him. That sounded like typical SSE mentality, alright. The most ridiculous part came next, with her offering the notion that maybe it all would have been so much easier if he would have just turned traitor. Was she serious? As if he would bring himself so low as to join forces with that hodgepodge clan of barbarians. All they knew was death and destruction, and they had already wronged his people when the tree of death had been planted for their own personal gains.
"I would much rather you just spare me such a ridiculous offer. I know where my allegiance lies!"
As she leapt into the fray with that massive weapon, his eyes would widen as he sparked the Viola Lorum, his violet energy whip, into his hand. Scrambling from the impact zone in a panic, he kept his safety from the weapon for now at least but suffered the impact from her kick. That alone told him all he knew about his massive disadvantage here. The blow knocked the wind out of him, causing him to suck in air to replace it quickly.
Attempting to mount a counter blow, he would lash the energy whip at his opponent several times in quick succession, hoping to entangle her weapon and strike her across the jaw with his off hand!
(Regained 1 KP! 2/3)
(Apologies for any typos and crappy formatting, posted from phone in a hurry before a twelve hour shift. Will clean it up when i get home! XD wanted to make sure things were kept moving.)
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Post by Greeve on Jun 3, 2017 12:53:04 GMT
It had looked like it was going to work. The Majin quickly fumbled with his belt, just in time for Greeve to feel his power rising. The Majin had been handicapping himself? How big of a fool could you be? This was a war zone for Yemma's sake! Though it didn't really matter to the specter. Even with his power restored, the Majin was still no match for him.
Though in the end, it didn't seem to matter. In a burst of speed, that damn woman from earlier was back, taking the brunt of Greeve's attack head on. The phantasimal blade sliced through the woman's arm, severing the appendage. The ghost let out an annoyed grunt as he jumped back to put space between himself and the newcomer. Once again someone comes along to protect the suicidally stupid. At least he managed to take her arm off. That made two limbs he removed.
And soon two limbs that were quickly restored, as the woman's arm grew back rather painfully, her power spiking. Then she went on about how Greeve's life was forfeit or something of the sort, clearly trying to be intimidating. Greeve couldn't help but wonder how much of the bravado would remain if she were the weaker one? Something told the ghost she would be trying to run as fast as she could instead of mindlessly playing hero.
"Can't exactly forfeit a life I don't have," Greeve replied, unusually calm considering what was about to happen. But why should he worry anyway? He was a ghost for crying out loud! Death was a part of him. It wasn't as if he couldn't simply come back. All this did was add another name to the list of people Greeve was going to make sure stayed dead!
As such, he didn't even try to defend himself when the woman's attack hit. The blast pretty much 'killed' Greeve instantly. His mutilated body flew back, landing limply on the ground, like a puppet with its strings cut.
And so ended Greeve's involvement in the battle for Yardrat.
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Greeve is dead. PL please
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Post by Plato on Jun 3, 2017 15:56:42 GMT
The King's eyes narrowed at the majin as she spoke, "Take them as lies if you want but i know you better then you know yourself. There so much i could help you with my death would be of less use to you then you realize regardless..you've made your choice." The skies began to twist Plato form blisting with flames that caused steam to rush around his body. There was an Inhuman growl that escaped his lips as the ki in his arms began to spin the blast turning from the white into more defined red. It was close to its max and he was getting ready to fire. He could not let shem attack grow in any more strength, he was aware of that much at least. If had charged his most powerful attack to kill Purika this would of not been an issue but he miscalculated. He didn't expect any company to arrive with such speed. He had to admit Shem had impressed him greatly mastering Walker's ability so easily. He had tried himself to understand how such an ability worked to no avail. Plato knew to defeat shem however, he had to be at his purest form. He could not push Savitar to the back of his mind and fight with only his strength. He needed the Brutality and killer instinct of the beast. He needed every trick in the book if he wanted to defeat such a powerful foe, "You will be the first to see this form true power. The power i will use to protect all of Konats crumble in fear or be erased i will hold nothing back till your surrender or complete destruction." Plato Pulled his arm back getting ready to aim right at the majin. He would not be fighting alone, he would have the strength of his beast at his back. Savitar and Plato would fight together and crush Shemha. He had to have no doubt about that assumption. If he died then Konats would be left without a single person to protect it. He fought here because if he fled to konats then he was doomed. They would be able to mount an attack with all their forces but if he worked with Xylo at least their was a chance that Konats would be safe. His aura bursted forth more akin to a storm of flames rather then Ki. "I hope you enjoy yourself Majin." His voice was changed a deep animistic beast. It was more Akin to that of a animal mimicking the voice of a mortal. His voice was gravely and Deep. "Plato wanted to give you a chance to flee keep your life in tact, because he still holds hope that one day he can have someone out there he could trust, every time though i break that." Savitair was in control now. The Reason was simple, Plato wanted to play with Shem, a fight had two parts the Physical part and the mental. How would she deal with the fact that there was two "Plato's". How would the style of fighting change between or when they were mixed together. "I am the beast he was sealed with at such a young age and i am the one who threatened the honor of your sweet old General." He smirked before his thrusted his back knowing she may of been off balance by the claim, "King's Wrath!!!" The beam rushed off his hand heading right at the Chest of the Majin. If for some reason the beam manged to hit the majin it would attempt to completely blow the majin to bits. He didn't want to take chance of the fact she could heal from dire wounds. If she was not turned to complete ash there was a chance she could recover. *Firing King's Wrath for 10,263,960 heading to turn Shem to Ash's* *Kp:1/3 Shemha |
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Post by Shemha on Jun 4, 2017 15:50:59 GMT
| Takeover of Yardrat |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 5,143,231/4,840,688 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/Bulking (x17/16) |
It was a shame he wasn’t willing to make this easy on her. With the others still spread across the battlefield and Shemha occupied, apprehending the lot of them was going to require actual effort on her part. This one could have assisted her and saved himself a world of pain, but she was never that lucky.
Meridia’s ax scraped across the ground as the surprisingly evasive creature managed to avoid the lethal blow. The same couldn’t be said for the followup kick that connected with his torso. Far from deadly, the air that rush past his lips highlighted the gap between them.
Originally unsure how to handle his strange whip-like weapon, her ax shifted to intercept each of his strikes. Her poorly thought strategy played right into his true intention though and the tendril of energy soon wrapped around her dark weapon. Before she was able to yank it free, his fist found its way to her jaw, head snapped to the side as a result. To her credit, she held her position, only arched slightly as a result of the blow.
”You are right, I know exactly where your allegiance lies, with the rest of the fools that stand against the SSE!” She growled as she shifted back to a normal position. As talkative as she could be, there was little benefit to continued conversation here. Duty demanded she get serious.
With a powerful twist she ripped her ax free of his whip, spinning a full three hundred and sixty degrees as she separated from him. Upon completing the rotation, no longer within melee range she let the heavy weapon fly. Horizontal, it spun towards his center mass, its edge glowing with energy. The complexity of her technique wouldn’t be immediately clear. It looked as if she had bet it all on the ranged attack, but there was more to well practiced throw than it seemed. Should he avoid it or alter its trajectory, the demon would reach out with the magic she naturally possessed to grip the ax and pull the weapon back towards him for a second strike.
Those foolish enough to side with Xylo could not be trusted. Plato, a man she once called ally, was now a wild card that could not be allowed to persist. He spoke of knowing her yet did not understand the gravity of his own threats. If he knew her, why did he think she would tolerate threats to her empire, to her queen and her people?
In a small way he felt for him, understood the desire to protect his people, but his path to do so was one she could not tolerate. If only he had been able to look past the attack on his home, one Habana and her had nothing to do with. Then it was likely the two worlds would be allies, fighting against the Mazoku Dominion and securing the safety of all their people. Instead, HE chose to go to war with the SSE by making his threats and now their disagreement was to be settled.
His change in appearance surprised her, the shift in his form and the tone of his voice unforeseen. Even so, the reveal of this second entity within him did nothing to shake the Majin’s resolve. This new form or release of Plato’s hidden nature only solidified her decision to eliminate him here. If such a beast lived within him, how could he ever be trusted?
As if there was any question, the beam that the creature let loose showed his desire to end her and the Commander answered in turn. Bristling with energy, the Majin’s right hand rose, index finger extended towards the King. The pent up energy within her condensed and focused into the pointed digit as she let loose her own attack, the dense red beam of Ki that burst from her finger on a direct path to intercept.
Both attacks crashed against one another midway between the two warriors and for an instant they held, separate techniques distinguishable. Then a moment later, hers won out and Plato’s beam dissipated. On went her attack, headed straight towards the center of the beast’s chest with every intent to kill.
While he was forced to deal with the extra power of her technique, Shemha stayed where she was. Chest heaving from the exertion she waited to see the result of her attack. With any luck, the battle was already over. Once Plato fell the rest of the resistance on Yardrat could be squashed with ease, that was if Purika and Meridia hadn’t already done so.
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Shemha
Shemha fires her [MP3]Obliteration Lance to counter Plato’s attack!
Obliteration Lance PL 15,429,693 vs King’s Wrath PL 10,263,960!
15,429,693 - 10,263,960 = 5,165,733 PL worth of damage still heading towards Plato with the intent to kill, but not vaporize!
[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.
0/3
Meridia
Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
[UV3] Double Edge used to incapacitate and KO Friion!
1,497,587 PL worth of damage with homing!
[UV3]Double Edge With this variation if her Keen Edge attack, Meridia either strikes twice in quick succession with her Empire weapon or utilizes her Magical Manipulation to bring back a thrown axe for a second strike at her opponent. (Homing variant.)
KP: 0/3
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Post by Purika on Jun 5, 2017 6:01:41 GMT
Purika’s foot shot towards the bio-android, his boot reinforced with his ki, ready to land a solid hit on its torso area. He needed to regain some energy, and quick since the bio-androids attack was getting ever stronger. The attack was currently charged enough to kill him three or more times over, which was a very bad sign for him.
Purika’s attack… was not as successful as he wanted it to be. It had no real strength behind it either way, so how much could it do? His foot only grazed the side of the bugs torso, sending him to the side. Purika’s eyes trailed the over sized insect as he slid to the side, him remaining cautious of that orb of energy that he had in his hand. The bio-android quickly slid out of his view, so he began the process of turning around. He tilted his head to the side, and what he saw caused his eyes to open wide. The bio-android was firing his attack!
Purika quickly began to turn around, but the attack was nearing him. Was he going to die today? No, he couldn't, he had to at least try to defend against the attack! Purika gritted his teeth, throwing up his right arm as he swiveled around. He was going to use his last remaining energy to try and stop this attack. He was confident that it would be enough, it had to be.
Purika sent all of his remaining ki that he could use for offense, which was most in his body. He left some so that he wouldn’t kill his own self in an attempt to defend himself, him attempting to hold off the lavender orb. The two made contact, and Purika immediately began to start being pushed back. Was it not enough? It had to be, he had to live!
A loud grunt emerged from Purika as he gritted his teeth harder and harder, trying to keep his barrier up. Purika could feel the barrier that distanced him from the menacing orb breaking away. It was still enough to kill him, which was not a good sign. Purika’s eyes narrowed, would he really be defeated by an INSECT? A creation probably only born weeks ago, defeating someone who lived for battle? No, he wasn’t going to die!
Not in front of his Commander, not in front of anyone! And especially not to an INSECT! His rage swelled within him, determined not to die. “I WILL NOT…”, he said, “I WILL NOT…!” Purika’s rage boiled over, he would not die here today! His power started to increase, his crimson aura flaring around him. Sparks flew around him, his crimson aura being replaced by a golden aura as his power skyrocketed. “I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED!!!”, he shouted out as his power finally erupted to its maximum.
His hair turned golden as his aura roared out around him like flames. He did it, he ascended. He had power, the power to defeat this bug. It disgusted him that even in his regular form, he was not able to beat a mere insect. Purika was going to put him in his place. But first… he was going to need more energy… something the Super Saiyan form didn’t give him alongside the power boost.
His opponents attack burst through wanted remained of the barrier, only having power before he transformed. What remained of the bio android's attack hit him, resulting in an explosion which barely affected him. He didn't even flinch. Smoke sizzled off of him, not a scratch on him. He was sure he wasn’t going to need to defend against anything this bug had to throw at him anymore. He still needed energy to attack, though. So, he rose his hand up to his chest, right above the edge of his armor where a device was located.
An injector, filled to the brim with senzu extract which would give him the energy he needed. He used his telekinesis to activate it, only needing to hover his hand in front of the device. Now the senzu extract flowed into him, his muscles bulging as he regained all his energy back. Was he at his maximum yet? No, he wasn’t. Purika stood in a power up stance, [letting his muscles expand just a little bit more. His power rose a smudge, appearing on a scouter just over two million.] Now that was his maximum.
Purika grinned, taking note that the bio-android had left the scene, beginning to out of city. Purika grinned as he sensed the location of the bio-android. There would be no mercy. Purika sprung forward, ramming right through what was left of the wall and some other buildings. The obstacles in his path made way for him as he caught up to the fleeing bio-android. He now had him in his sights.
“End of the line.”, he said with a wide grin. Purika reeled back his right arm and extended his fingers, revealing his palm. A crimson orb formed in his palm, light radiating from it. It expanded quickly until Purika was sure that it was the size of the bio-androids head. [Purika shot his arm forward, aimed straight for the bio android's head in an attempt to blow it right off.]
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Used [N1] Barrier - 52,711
-1 KP
Opponent Attack Bleedthrough + Halved:
212,274
0/3 KP
Unlocked Super Saiyan
SSJ PL: 1,916,772
Senzu Bean Used
+3 KP
3/3 KP
[UT] Bulking Used
Bulked SSJ PL: 2,076,503 / 1,437,579
[N1] Ki Ball Used - 685,246
-1 KP
2/3 KP
Intent to blow Somatotrope's head off and kill him.
[OOC: The text in brackets are the techniques used]
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Post by Somatotrope on Jun 6, 2017 14:39:41 GMT
Having turned around to watch what would have happened to this saiyan, his pupils dilated as he could smell a rotten scent from him. A burst of energy exploded from his form as he tried to block the attack, eventually ending up with his own attack just plinking off of just like a fly against a window, harmlessly becoming a mere nuisance. This was extremely bad, as they were still in the middle of the city. If this moron had any plans to unleash a devastating attack upon Soma, which, let's face it, he's a dumb ugly saiyan who essentially got the keys to a wicked new space ship... He's gonna floor it, and he's not gonna care who ends up in the crossfires. Fearing the worst for the citizens of Yardrat, seeing as how he can't even leave a dent on such a vast amount of strength, the large insectoid was going to try his best to mitigate most of the damages away. Facing the hole once more and breaking into an extremely speedy sprint towards the outskirts, as he could only smell the saiyan's pungent energy rise up even further. God's the Super Saiyan's had a stench that rivaled unkempt zoo's, it was so bad. As Soma sped around the buildings as much as possible, he could hear the screams and agony of the citizens as, of course, the saiyan was full throttling right through a couple of buildings. This was not how things were supposed to go, this was not what war was supposed to be about. The fight should have been just between him and this moron, but he went out of his way to ruin other people's lives in his way to try and catch up to Soma. And inevitably the unfavorable outcome was rearing its head, as the dumbass finally stopped running through enough buildings to see the large insectoid creation. Forming his crimson ball, the Saiyan said some god awful cheesy line about lines of end or something, and launched his death orb, screaming through the air towards the would-be defender of Yardrat. Picking up his own pace, Soma's own limbs started to groan and ache as they were pushed to their utmost limit as he ran, trying to outrun such a devastating power ball. He could even feel his own limbs start to tear apart as their limits were being pushed past. But he couldn't care any less, as long as he could get somewhere to help the Yardratians from feeling the full impact of this attack. Feeling the heat of the crimson death behind him, Soma took a deep breath as he just stopped, letting his body tense up, strengthening his own muscles up just enough to help hinder the attack even further. And after a short hop into the air to hopefully get away at the last second, he utterly failed... Then sudden bursts of deathly pain rippled throughout his body as the orb impacted against his back, but had no intention of stopping as it started vaporizing portions of his backside, trying to eat through his own torso and escape. Eyes widening with pain, Soma stood their, gritting all the teeth within his maw, tears streaming down his eyes as this was such an unbearable situation. But if he hadn't stopped there, the lone building in front of him would have surely been blown to smithereens by such an attack. Angling his body a little bit, Somatotrope felt like he was about to bite the bullet as the attack was now halfway through his body, already vaporizing two of his three hearts in the process. But he wasn't going to allow this attack harm any others, feel the agony he was now going through. With quivering, hulking arms, Somatotrope made two ki orbs, nothing of real strength, but would serve as a way to ensure the protection of those in the building in front of him. Letting his arms go behind him, aimed directly at the devastation that the orb had created in his body as his lavender blood started pouring out, Soma gave the Ki Ball eating away his chest a push with his two basic ki blasts. And with that, the red orb finally tore all the way through Soma's body with a vicious snarl, the new ki blasts sending the ki ball straight up to the sky and explode in a vicious fashion. Leaving a guardian standing with a hole in his chest, strength quickly dwindling from his figure. Only having enough strength as he stood to turn around, the crying bio-droid's drug wore off due to the extreme shock to his system, putting him back in his usual state of mind. But where he would be panicking about his death, he knew that not even a Cure-All could save him from this fate right now. Unwavering in how he stood, his eyes started to go blank as the waterworks hadn't stopped, vision going fuzzy as he could only rely on scent to explain the situation to him. But everything had the same familiar scent of death, encompassing the entire city of Friezaton and the people of Yardratians. He was an absolute failure... Where he came to try and deliver peace of mind to these citizens of the planet by doing his damnedest to defend them, these vicious slaughterhouses came by and decided to wipe the floor with them. Realization sunk in that not everyone with good intentions will win, talons balling up in fists as he couldn't accept that reality. What had the Yardratians, the Arcosians, and Soma do to deserve this in the slightest. Though he couldn't really answer for the two formers, all he had done was trying to stop a rampaging monkey from wanton conquering. And this was what reality gave back to him. A hole in his chest. Lavender fluids leaking out of his orifices as he lost feeling throughout his body, yet he still did not collapse. "S... Sor... ry... D... A....ria..." Soma uttered out, his voice a whisper in the midst of all this chaos as the fire within his soul dwindled down to mere embers... And then.... Nothing... Still standing, the Bio-Droid who put his everything in protecting the people of the Yardratians from this fate died, with tears streaming from his eyes even for a couple moments as his soul left the body. His body essentially a standing statue, as the discord of Yardrats wasn't even close to finished. Within the heart of Friezaton, Daria's expression darkened as she could saw a surge of power, passing the two millions even, hunting down Soma. Gripping her own fist, she started to try and break out into a sprint to get back to the fight. She couldn't let things end like this, she wouldn't! But before she could even make it down the first street, the numbers indicative of Somatotrope's strength dropped like a rock. "No... NO... NOOOOOOOOOO," Daria shouted with such venomous fury, watching the numbers drop past the thousands, past where Somatrope's strength began, to the hundreds... tens... And finally... Zero. Freezing up right there on the spot, Daria couldn't believe it at all. The culmination of her own life's work was eradicated right there on the spot. She slaved herself to creating the mixing pot of all races in hopes to try and bring a sort of unity through his strength, while punishing those who did otherwise. Training him and watching him grow, especially this last burst of growth in which Somatotrope became a true leader, standing up to a strong opponent and still worried about those weaker than him. And he's just gone. A torrent of tears escaped her eyes as a guttural rage escaped her own lips, falling down to her knees as she let her hands smash against the ground beneath her. SMASH... SMASH.. SMASH. SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH SMASH! Her hands collided with the ground in a furious rage, body shaking as she didn't know whether to cry or to be angry or to be depressed or anything. This was an outcome she never saw coming, her life's work was now gone, and she was still alive. Even as she punched the skin of her hands away, tearing up wounds in her own hands, even parts of her bone showing through, she didn't relent. This was the lamentation of a Mad Doctor, mad in more ways than one. Having calmed down a little, she brought a bleeding hand straight to her scouter glasses, inputting a couple of commands to call over the ship. The rusted flying machine zoomed over from where it landed right in the building Purika made his declaration to lay claim to the planet, flying through the city and landing next to Majin Blue and the corpse of Greeve. Sluggishly pulling up her body, she managed to walk towards the machine, the loading bay ramp shooting downward as Daria started thinking of a new goal. Fighting past her anger, her sadness, her depression, she was planning on recreating Soma. Having extracted his DNA earlier, she could potentially make another Somatotrope. Though he might not have the memories, the strength, or even the same spirit as Somatotrope, it was all she could do. There was no bringing back someone from the dead after all. Trudging her way past Majin Blue, she gave a command with a breaking voice, hardly able to formulate a coherent sentence, "Buh... Bluh... Blue... You sa.. said you can eat... others, right? Eat... eat that attacker. And cuh... current order from me n-... now... Stay alive... no matter what... I... I'm leaving this planet soon, and you... you... you can get on the ship after eating the thing I killed... Just... Just don't... don't die... don't let his sac... sac.. sacrifice be in vaiiiiiin!"Her voice breaking up as she started getting truly emotional for this death, Daria entered the ship to start it up. She was going to protect Blue no matter what. It's what Soma would have wanted, after all, right?
Purika's attack has slain Somatotrope... Daria is starting up her spaceship to leave this planet soon, waiting on Majin Blue consume Greeve before doing so |
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Majin Blue
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PL: 16,467
Dai Majin (x3/x6)
Zeni: 16,337
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 6, 2017 21:49:32 GMT
Blue watched with wide and gleeful eyes as the bleak looking alien took Daria's blow and flopped through the air, landing on the ground with a thump. He was dead as a rock!
"A-Awesomeeeeee!" Blue shouted happily, pumping his fists in the air and dancing side to side. The majin boy danced like that for a while, circling his way all around the scientist in his fiesta. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that she was apparently quite QUITE preoccupied. When she broke away from him in a sprint, Blue paused and put his hands on his hips, and covered his endoskeleton with his smooth blue flesh. He reached down to his belt and pressed the button, restoring his suppression. And then he scratched his head.
"Whaaas wrong?" The boy asked, tip toeing up behind the scientists with both knuckles raised beside his eyes as if he was hiding from something. When Daria unleashed her incredibly shout, Blue was physically blown away, his flesh stringing out like spaghetti and splattering across the ground before slinking back to it's true form. "Mehhhh!" The boy whispered with anxious tension, "What is wrong…"Each punch to the ground sent a little ripple of shockwave through Blue's semiliquid flesh, and yet he was too afraid to even pull a prank to cheer her up. His black irises dissapeared from sight as he shut his eyes, waiting for Daria's strange anger to be over. But when she was done, she seemed to not even notice him, barely managing to walk past him. The boy turned to her questioningly, but it seemed she was already attempting to communicate with him. Daria's order was shaken and teetering, but Blue heard it loud and clear. He had to eat the gross string bean man who was lying face down on the ground over there. Did he haaaaaave to? The man looked so gross… "Yes Ma'am," Blue responded automatically, a wave of gratification slithering from his obedience circuits and through his veins he submitted to her will. Blue looked over at the corpse and slinked over to it, dragging his feet. He eventually stood right above it, his hands on his hips. On the ground were a bunch of pebbles, and an insect had crawled up onto the corpse's back. Another insect peeked out from his mop of hair. "Blech!"For a few seconds, Blue considered how much more tasty it would be to eat one of the bugs. Or a rock. But an order—He quivered with another electric massage—Was an order. Blue squatted down, so he was almost straddling the dead creature, and grabbed him by the hair. "Yoink." Blue whispered as he snatched the head. He raised his arm until it was perpendicular to his body, and the corpse hung like a ragdoll from its hair. "You are so gross looking…" Blue lamented for a second. "Oh well!"With a single flick of his wrist, the corpse went sailing pathetically into the air with a light whishh. Blue grinned a pranksterish little smirk, and then ducked down his body, flattening it out like a pancake. Then, the venus fly trap of a majin pounced, his flat body trampolining itself into the air and meeting the falling corpse halfway!
Attempting to Absorb Greeve
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Post by Friion on Jun 8, 2017 2:55:25 GMT
As he rained down flexible, tensile blows with the Viola Lorum, he kept a stone slate face even as she was beginning to do exactly what he wanted her to. She was defending herself with that huge weapon, which was his target all along. Once she realized what was going on, it was too late. He snared the weapon tight, pulling on the whip like a shortened leash to close the distance quickly and smash her across the jaw for her insolence! He'd thrown quite a bit of his weight into the blow and while her head sharply shifted in rotation, it hadn't seemed to have done nearly as much to her as her kick had done to him. Off then she went with more of her zealous ranting about the might of the SSE. ''Yes, so you've mentioned before. The mighty Saiyan Empire. How it amuses me to see only one ''Saiyan'' among you. So, what? You do this for the benefit of his kind? After your Empire dropped a life-sucking tree on my home, murdered the Empress, and now have the audacity to invade once more? You serve warmongers. The whole lot of you, threatened by the fact we can now mount an actual defense. The actions of your Empire here today have spoken volumes about how mighty you truly are.'' Uncoiling his whip a bit and whirling it in a circular motion as he slowly paced sideways in a half-circle to study her next move, as soon as her retreating spin finished she did something quite unexpected. She lashed that ridiculously gigantic weapon right at him as a projectile. In a panic, the Viola Lorum was brought upward in a deflecting maneuver but to no avail; there was too much energy put behind that attack, and his instincts told him so before it even needed to be confirmed. All his deflecting strike managed to do was knock off the rotation to the point where the handle slammed into his body rather than the blade, launching him off of his feet and through the air parallel to the ground. As soon as he began to right himself, he gaped in awe as he could barely breathe. Several of his ribs were shattered to pieces, and a huge, nasty purple and black bruise cut clear across his midsection. His eyes bulged in pain, but the air was already once more gone from his lungs. Little did he know, that bruise was going to serve as a foreshadowing of something much more sinister. The weapon suddenly changed direction in a round trip, and this time the blade was headed right for him. Thinking he'd survived the attack if only barely, he felt the blade bite into his lower back and shave right through his skin; his tail went first, or at least half of it. Spiraling through the air and landing with a dusty thud, it wriggled helplessly as the rest of the weapon burst through his midsection clean through the other side; he had been cleanly split right at the waist, with his upper body landing in a heap a few yards away from his lower. He only had his Arcosian Durability to thank, a natural part of his biology, for not being killed right on impact. However, he would die soon and he knew it. At the edges of his senses, a signature faded away. A briefly familiar one, at that. The promising young Soma Squad Captain had fallen in battle, snuffed out by a sudden burst of a higher energy output. While he had little talent in naturally sensing ki, even an amateur could feel that sudden change. Anyone could. Motionless and helpless and with every fiber of every nerve in his body screaming in agony, he choked for breath as his blood painted the ground a macabre violet. Letting loose a cough of the same fluid, he would turn and hack the wad of blood from his mouth to the ground. Shaking and raising a hand that was quickly growing cold, he would point one of his sharp nails, his index finger, to this freakish wench. ''S-so...it's done, then.''''You and the sub-human monkey garbage you serve...''''WILL PAY FOR THIS! ALL OF IT! EVERY SINGLE BLASTED TRANSGRESSION!''Shaking and hoarse with rage, the Arcosian would heave ragged breaths. Whether they killed him now or let him suffer, the end result was the same. Yardrat had fallen. [Friion is critical! Death will occur next round, either through execution or bleed-out.] [521,631 Defensive PL from Durability (Though it's more flavor than anything!)] [Friion swears that somehow, some way, the SSE will pay for their crimes!] |
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Post by Plato on Jun 8, 2017 23:24:34 GMT
The Majin blast ripped through his own attack though he could see the strain on the majin as she fired such an attack. She had exhausted all of her strength in order to try and send him all the way to hell. Plato body began to harden as a second layer of armor formed under his body as his appearance warped even more as white carapace covered Plato body. The blast collided with the armor blasting it to pieces. Plato was knocked down towards the ground as supersonic speeds. Plato slammed into the ground a massive dust cloud forming from the impact. Plato sat there for a couple moments as his armor was cracked and burned. It was not enough to be a major threat to his survival. He felt the rise as the saiyan became a super saiyan. He growled, if he had been left alone to fight Shem and the saiyan he might of actually had a chance. Instead someone decided to play hero, he didn't need saving. Plato got up from the rubble feeling the bug’s life force disappear in a single instant. The King sighed it was always sad to see someone die for nothing when they had so much to live for. He'd would of much rather been left to fight the commander alone but he doubted that would happen. That meant that any chance he had getting out had decreased. It was good that such an action had occurred then. A part of him wanted to flee knowing he would die if he stayed or at least risked it greatly but there was a side of him that thought, perhaps if he died it would be better for konats.
He had put Konats under threat for so long if he died here they had no reason to harm the rest of the people. The King glared through the smoke red eyes aimed right at Shemha. He stepped out of the smoke with a heavy thud as part of his flaming carapace fell to the ground some of his normal body exposed. It was not as if he had transformed perhaps they had assumed so. It was as if he was wearing a powerful suit of armor with the intent to protect him from harm. Now that they knew they would probley make any chance they had to expose such a weakness. He walked forward but not towards Shem but towards the fallen Aroscian. Plato glared at Shem and her partner Merida then turning and looking at the new super saiyan. He spoke directing his little speech to Shemha, "I hope you don't mind i don't intend to let two people die at my behalf. I know Shem i know who your fight truly with me. I doubt you will go with my terms knowing the spineless coward you are. If one was so weak they had to absorb another being to even hope to compete then i suppose that is to be expected. I Plato challenge you fight me alone seeing as all these other than myself have fallen, of course i know you will refuse cowards always fight with the numbers. Sheep in a herd know when to hide with the herd." He shifted his feet looking back at the Majin. The majin had absorbed walker he wondered if she remember a single thing of what the monster had done. Did it rip at her mind thinking at what she had absorbed? A monster hidden behind bark. Maybe her lust for power had overcome any other sense. It had clouded Plato perhaps he could change something before the end. It been made to Plato in his mind. He would either kill all three of them or he'd fall on his terms. There was not fleeing or bargaining for his life. The Wind blew past Plato eyeing Shem for a couple seconds to see a response. However she responded Plato kicked off the ground as he bull rushed Shem but rather than swinging he began to circle around the majin as he pulled dust and rock around them creating a twister of dust. It would hide his appearance at least but he knew that ki sensing would negate some of the effect. As his circle he sent a barrage of punches as he moved trying to make the illusion that he was attacking from all sides. Seeing how fast he would be moving in such a tight circle if Shem choose not to move he had a feeling he would be pounding her into some puddy. Of course he was aware that he moving and punching would not allow the full power from the punches but a straight brawl was out of the question. He needed to be smart about this if Shem fought him one on one or if all the others joined in, he had to be smart. He would not die with a whimper he would much rather end it with a bang.
*used [N1] Monster Hide (Ki Barrier Flavored)
Turning himself into the beast himself Plato can absorb a massive amount of damage. It charges at 33 percent a turn and if the hide is broken any bleed-through damage is halved (IE: If a Ki Barrier had 2,000 PL, and was broken by a 3,000 PL attack, the bleed-through damage would be 500 PL instead of 1,000).
5,165,733-1,710,660=3,455,073 Divded by 2 equals 1,727,536.5 Damage inflicted to Plato
*Trying to barrage Plato from all sides as he brought smoke all around shem*
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jun 9, 2017 12:23:26 GMT
| Takeover of Yardrat |SHEMHA'S BASE PL: 302,543
SHEMHA'S CURRENT PL: 5,143,231/4,840,688 |
| GAIN BONUSES: DE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: EVIL/GOOD MAJIN W/Bulking (x17/16) |
Meridia’s ax did its job, too well in fact. The initial blow that generated that painful looking bruise was more in line with her goal than the damage done on the return trip. She winced slightly as the blade bit into the Acrosian’s tough hide and right on through, weapon headed back towards its owner. As she watched pieces of the creature follow their separate paths to the dirt the demon was well aware that Shemha was not going to be pleased. Her orders were very clear, apprehend them.
Oops.
In response to his words and accusatory finger, the demon seemed indifferent.
A short distance away she felt another signature that belonged to the opposition blink out, Purika’s enhanced energy in close proximity. Well, at least she wasn’t the only one to screw up. Now the Commander’s anger would be divided amongst them. Thinking of Shemha, Meridia had not missed the energy gathering between the two powerful warriors or the fact that energy had been unleashed upon the battlefield. But what was the outcome?
Drawn to the glowing eyes that radiated from within the dust cloud not so far away, she let her attention shift to Plato as he strode forth. Considering he was covered in dirt and dust and Shemha still floated in the air, there was little question who was on the better end of the last exchange. Half listening to the fallen King’s words, she couldn’t help, but roll her eyes. This was one sure was a character.
Unsure of why he chose to approach the fallen Acorsian, her eyes stayed with him for a moment as he rushed the Commander, but then they shifted to the warrior she had felled. His kind were capable of surviving grievous wounds, yet the blood loss she saw suggested he was not long for this world. Ax lifted to rest across her shoulder she strolled towards him.
”With talk like that, how do you expect the Empire to ever trust your species?” Meridia asked as her booted feet came to a stop near his upper half. She wasn’t looking for an answer. There wasn’t one, no common ground to be found between the SSE and the majority of the places it claimed. Only one thing was left to be done here. Clasping the hilt of her weapon with both hands, the demon shrugged her shoulders as she hefted the weapon overhead. In a single swift motion she let it drop, energy infused blade aimed to split the dying creature's skull.
While the thin beam of red obliterated Plato’s attack and hopefully the King himself, Shemha’s senses were spread across the battlefield. Reassessing her surroundings she felt the difference in energy signatures. One had disappeared in the distance, a second close by and a third faded. The realization that those she wished captured were dying caused the Majin’s jaw to clench. Could those two really not follow simple orders?
On top of it all, Plato’s signature remained. Slammed to the earth below her, it felt mostly unaffected despite his violent trip towards the surface. A quick glance revealed Meridia standing a short distance from several parts of the Acrosian she had engaged and a golden aura reaching towards the sky. Aware of the increase in Purika’s energy levels it was safe to assume he had finally ascended. Hopefully he could sustain it this time.
”I said apprehend them, was that not clear?” Shemha sent to both of them through a telepathic link. The connection was then broken off, a sign of how irritated she was.
More important than the condition of her allies, considering both appeared to be fine, was the set of glowing eyes that revealed themselves below. Head cocked slightly to the side as a partially armored Plato approached, Shemha allowed herself to lower back to the ground. As she descended, she was graced with another one of the King’s misplaced rants.
A snort was her response, a show of the disgust she felt for his pathetic attempt to strike at her honor. With that enough of a response the King rushed her, heavy footsteps bringing him around to her side as he began to circle. Dirt rose into the air as he whirled around her, the dust storm quickly obscuring her view of the terrain. Through that cover he launched his strikes. The initial shot caught her square across the jaw, but then she was ready. As more came she tracked him and reacted accordingly, intercepting his blows with her own.
”So I am the coward? How easily you forget the scene I arrived on, all three of you charging attacks to erase Purika. Now that your defeat is pending you wish for no interference. My opinion of you continues to diminish, Plato.”
Words filled with venom as the rift between them grew, Shemha remained defensive. That had always been her game, hold back and assess, use her durable body to outlast her foes. Part of her wanted to lash out and crush him, but she was smarter than that. For now she bided her time, letting her reserves renew. The twisting collection of dust and debris that Plato used to conceal himself would not last forever.
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OOC NOTES: Nada.
Techniques used:
Shemha
No techniques used. +1 KP
1/3
Meridia
Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
Meridia chooses execution and attempts to end Friion’s life.
No technique used +1 KP
KP: 1/3
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