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Post by Purika on Jun 16, 2017 17:08:35 GMT
Purika’s defense came through, but his blade sadly did not meet its target. It only made it so far before the Konatsian grabbed it with his tail. The Konatsian, with it’s tail, began applying pressure to the blade which made it shatter, the ki from it dissipating into the air. Purika quickly shoved his hand back through the open spot in the shield before resealing it. He looked to the side, the majin completed his absorption, his power rising yet again.
The Konatsian in front of him turned away, what was he doing? After a few steps of him walking away, he spoke. He was only attacking him to protect the arcosian’s corpse, and then he let off after doing so? This Konatsian was a strange one indeed. Purika kept his senses alert. He turned his head as the majin asked him a question. His head tilted over to him. “Were with those two.”, he said while pointing to Shemha and Meridia. “Shemha is the commander, we take orders from her”, he said, “,do what she says too.”
He looked up at the eye in the sky which was now looking directly down at him. It must’ve been the work of the Konatsian by the use of his magic. His eyes trailed Shemha as she lowered herself to the ground, beginning to charge her attack. He could feel immense power coming from her.
His own ki fully replenished itself, which meant he could charge an attack at full power now. “Maybe I should gather some ki just to be on the safe side.”, he thought. Ki began to build up in his body as he watched Plato and Shemha.
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Post by Bing Gan on Jun 17, 2017 1:43:23 GMT
Majin Blue Another round of Absorption Gains incoming! Absorbed Friion for 4,721 PL! New PL: 16,467! Gained +1/+1 to modifiers! New Modifiers: x3/x6
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 17, 2017 17:48:17 GMT
Blue blinked as the demon retreated: it seemed satisfied now that Blue had absorbed Friion. So the demon was allied with the arcosian then, and wanted to preserve his honor.
It made sense, after all. It was kind of unfortunate that things had to die in such brutal ways. Liberating individuals into the bliss of afterlife was the ultimate good of the world, and yet— There had to be a way to do it in a less brutal way. From now on, Blue decided he would make his absorptions honorable and painless.
He looked over at Purika, a mixture of fear, loyalty, and a strange dissatisfaction in his eyes. It was disgusting of him to decapitate the arcosian like that before giving him to Blue. And whatever goal he had, be it taking a trophy, or preventing Blue from absorbing Friion's personality, it was useless. The ultimate goal was death. He just had to find an honorable and easy way of administering it.
As Purika told Blue who he took orders from, the Majindroid looked up at the red woman with a strange taste in his mouth. When Blue was in the presence of strong leadership, his pleasure circuits tingled as if he was tasting sweet candy. Purika tasted like butterscotch. He wondered what the red majin would taste like.
Suddenly, the two warriors broke off into what seemed to be a true showdown. As the demon sized his opponent up, Shemha's golden energy crackled furiously.
Blue stole another glance at Daria, and then crossed his arms, turning his mohawked head to the right with a tsk.
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Post by Plato on Jun 17, 2017 18:20:24 GMT
Plato watched the Majin as she landed right in front of him and began to speak. He would answer but he felt the surge in ki, "I know i can sense your saiyan friend trying to help you i assume that will be stopped by your partner regardless i hope you won't break your word you've just spoken. This will end between you and me." He smiled as she came down, "Good I’d not have any other way, when i prove that i was the one in the right all along then we will be done here. I hope you said goodbye to anyone you may care for, it ends here." Plato aura exploded as he hunched down the rocks around Plato rising and falling. The Armor began to glow as he screamed out in pain and rage as his began to grow even more his body slimming down. While he was getting taller his armor was melting away. Vent broke open on his shoulder as streams of super-heated fire rushed out covering the sky above him. Jagged Spikes shot out of the Armor with no purpose for defense quite the opposite. Each spike was pointed ready to be used to smash into opponent head on and impale them. This form had one simple purpose in its use and it was for the ability to kill their foes. He bulked up to about 17 feet tall his Tail shooting out doubling in length as well. The rocks around slowly melted as two jagged horns shot out of his head while his form began to fully slim down. The Armor that protected his body from attack was far smaller and it seemed he had gained a huge amount of weight. He was going to be slower and he was going to be more vulnerable to direct damage. He took a single step out of the Crater which formed as a result of him powering up looking directly at the Majin. He let out a low inhuman growl. "I've forsaken a lot of things to get where I’ve gotten. I'll not be proud of that, but i know it was worth it in the end so i could protect konats now I’m going to use that power to turn you into Space dust." The vents on his shoulders exploded with flames as he seemed he was ready to charge. The Flames were pulled towards Plato's arms forming a small ball of flames in his hands. He threw it right at Shemha with his increased power he had a feeling this would work. Technique he had practiced for a long time to disable foes in the middle of Combat. A Cage of flames would form around Shem with the intent of disabling her charge for the time being. Right as that occurred he would rush head on at Shemha the flames coming out his shoulder pushing him towards Shem with a great deal of speed and force. If he got in range he'd would attempt to literally tackle into Shem to knock her off Balance. A foe off Balance would not be able to fight back and he made it clear from the get go he wanted the fight to swing how he wanted it too. He wanted this to be a 1 vs 1 battle and he wanted this to be a battle with their fist. If she wanted to keep trying to fly away like a butterfly he would pound her into Micro dust. She had chosen to fight alone and he was going to prove how foolish that endeavor was going to be. He didn't have to pull a single one of his punches he was going to let all the fury and rage he held in go. Every single little thing that enraged Plato and Savitair flushed into one final battle. His eyes were filled with unbridled rage from his imprisonment by the kashvarr, to the Saiyans invasion, his death at the hands of walker. The Mocking of Alistair, the acceptance of Vennel even though he had second thoughts, being relegated as a pawn to someone else's game because they thought to manipulate him. Being lied in the face by someone he thought would understand his rage, every single little thing. Every time he got mad but he never just cut loose. Not since Noxa he had just decided to let it all go and just fight with no regard for any other being around. Every punch he threw every attack he mustered they all had the same intent. Not to Kill Shem but to competently destroy her. To leave her as a memory to those who cared for her. He brought his fist's back as the intended to send a full on barrage of punches into the Majin gut. He knew she would fight back but she did he would just hit her harder, she was not going to beat him he had unwavering faith all the sacrifices he had made would pay off and he would defeat her. Power Weighted [UT] By some means, usually via a significant increase in muscle mass, you increase your offensive power at the cost of your defenses, this results in an increase of your offensive pl by +x1 and a decrease of your defensive PL by -x3. You must have a transformation that provides at least +x3 defensive PL to use this technique. Using Power Weighted costs 0 KP in a KP Battle He is now at x22/x18 for a Powerlevel of 5,376,360/ 4,398,840 Hell's Memory (Su1) Plato slam his hand down as a cage of fire surrounded his foe trapping them. Stuns for 1 round at 100% PL. Can disrupt a charging attack if the stun power level is within 80% of the opponent's attack's power level. Has a powerlevel of 5,376,360 so it will disrupt your charge (To my knowledge it before the next turn so your charge would not be at 233 percent yet but i'm not 100 percent on how it works fully)  (Post Bulking Look) KP:2/3 |
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Post by Shemha on Jun 19, 2017 2:15:56 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) |
Shemha let Purika stay with the blue Majin. Whatever relationship those two had developed she would have to investigate after Plato was dealt with. For now, it looked as if the foreign creature was on the Empire’s side. At the very least he was taking advantage of the carnage to take in as much power as he could. Deep down the Commander respected that, understood the play even if he meant to deceive them all in the end.
Arms still outstretched, Shemha felt the energy within her growing. Crackling with power beyond what any other member of the Empire could wield save Habana, the Majin’s confidence was at an all time high. The Queen trusted her with enforcing her will and she planned to do it without mercy. Plato was a dead man.
Summoning more power, she watched as the King shifted his form once again. So long ago they trained together and it seemed there was plenty she did not know of his kind. This strength he possessed, the strange forms that came with it and the multiple personalities within him were new to her. Slowly her eyes shifted upwards as he grew in size, soon towering over her and the rest of her allies. Flames shot from his form and made the sky burn, but Shemha saw it for what it is. Bluster.
”Keep talking Plato and we shall…”
Twin spheres of flame roared towards her before she was able to finish, the strange attack wrapping around her when it got close. Surrounded by flames the Commander hissed as she was forced to abandon her Final Flash. Trapped in place as the monster charged towards her, she let her body melt away. Shifting backwards and between the flaming bars, Shemha freed herself from the annoying prison.
Onward Plato came, rushing towards her like the fool she knew him to be. His mistake was thinking such a simply technique would slow her long enough for him to connect with a blatant tackle. As he rushed her the Majin’s body remained fluid, shifting and flowing out of the way so that his shoulder tackle struck nothing but air.
Reshaping alongside him, Shemha reformed fully with her right arm raised in the air. Energy radiated from her elbow before she dropped it down, aimed right for the back of his enlarged skull.
Meridia made an effort to distance herself from the two fighters, skirting the perimeter of the battlefield as she closed in on Purika. She set down next to him, eyes on the Majin for a moment before they shifted back to the Super Saiyan.
”So…this one is on our side now?” Once again she looked over to Blue with a look of curiosity hidden behind her helmet. Despite the fact her friend clashed with a monster that stood nearly two stories, she was perfectly calm. Whether it was confidence in Shemha or her flighty nature, this strange new Majin held her interest more than the fight.
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[N1]Deceptive Strike:The deception of this attack is not in how it strikes, but the power hidden within it. Accustomed to using her durable body to her advantage, Shemha has begun to learn how to do so with even greater effect. By focusing her energy into her limbs, she has learned to strike with power comparable to that of manipulated energy.
KP: 2/3
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Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
No technique used. Meridia is staying out of combat for the time being.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jun 19, 2017 19:40:33 GMT
Purika watched from the sidelines, constantly gathering his ki if it was needed. Purika folded his arms across his chest as he watched, his hair waving back from the wind surfing through the area. “He’s increased his strength and height once more, with a variety of looks—”, he thought. “, but even then, I am certain that Shemha will win this fight.” While observing the fight, his eyes shifted over to Meridia when he sensed that she was approaching the two.
She questioned which side the majin took, which Purika was glad to answer. “Yea, he seems pretty good at taking orders. Everything I’ve told him to do he’s done.”, he replied. His focus then returned back to the fight, currently having nothing to do besides stand around and gather energy. He wondered, was the people who showed up to defend Yardrat the only ones that were ready to defend the planet? If so, the Arcosian Empire was really out of shape.
While he stood and thought to himself, he sensed a large group incoming. “Just who I was expecting, there they are.”, he said with a grin as he turned around to face the large group. Some of them were ready to fight, believing their numbers were good enough. He cracked his knuckles before stopping to think, this would be the perfect chance for the new majin soldier to prove his loyalty and battle capabilities.
With a sly smirk, he turned his head towards Meridia. “I think this would be the perfect chance for him to prove his loyalty, but I have to check with Shemha to see if it’s okay to kill them.”, he stated. He concentrated, linking his mind to Shemha to telepathically message her, “Is it okay that I kill these guys?”, he asked telepathically. While waiting for a reply, he swung his head to the majin. “I never bothered to ask, but what’s your name?”, he asked, arms crossed.
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 20, 2017 2:51:24 GMT
Blue's eyes darkened as the fight continued on, and he watched as the warrior who was floating beside shemha came to join him and the saiyan down on the ground floor of the battle.
She questioned Blue's loyalty, and Purika answered for him shortly. It was true, blue derived great pleasure and honor from his willingness to obey as… As a soldier, now.
Blue turned his angular head to the side, shadows partitioning off the sharp edges of his face. His eyes shut, and his mouth formed a quiet brooding line.
Just then though, a group of what Blue could only assume to be opposing forces showed up. Yes— That made sense. It was an arcosian squadron. Purika suggested that he prove his loyalty, and within an instant, Blue was cracking his knuckles.
But just as he looked over at the burly brenchians and mixed squadron of races… Something quivered in him that made him almost stand back. If he was ordered to fight he would do it, but— It was necessary that he survive in order to serve honorably as a soldier. And yet, just as much so, it was necessary that he put these rowdy enemies out of their misery, freeing their souls to the afterlife.
His fingers curled into a ball as Purika checked with Shemha, and his anxiety mixed and reacted with his lust for death.
When the saiyan turned back to him, Blue snapped out of his thoughts and turned to the butterscotch warrior. "I am Blue— The former project of Earth's Blue Banner Army, and a temporary comrade of the Soma Force." He flipped his mohawk up into the air, and crossed his arms dramatically. "At your service."
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Post by Plato on Jun 20, 2017 3:10:16 GMT
The Majin avoided his attack as she seemed to just float around. Plato pivoted around as the Majin appeared above him energy forming around her elbow as she went to crack his skull open. Perhaps in his other form he would be confident in his ability to survive but once his armor broke he would be a sitting duck. He was a man hiding in a heavy suit of armor simple as that. If any of it broke and the rest of his body was exposed he would be turned into mincemeat. The Eye twitched in the air above them as it focus went towards Shemha completely. Plato concluded that if he was going to win he would not be focused on the other if they blasted him watching them would not do much. He gritted his teeth, he would just have to be tough enough to take every single blow. As the Elbow came down a Portal opened between the Two Plato fist launching out and clashing with the Majin's Elbow. His fist armor crack slightly breaking between the forces of her attack and his own. However, the goal of the attack had been meet if she had broken open the armor protecting his head he would be in some real trouble. Plato Growled as the warp disspeared Plato taking a step forward as he eyed the majin. He still wondered if the Majin would relay on the strength of that saiyan and her panther. She acted as if she could not sense it as well the growing of power that was the saiyan. He struck him as stubborn as Kizuki. He could be dangerous and powerful in the future. The Majin as well the blue one, had absorbed many on this battlefield. He turned his gaze back to Shemha. The Armor cracked slightly Plato sighing. When he first learned of this ability he could only hold it power in for a single minute. That was agiasnt Breech of course he had increased the time but he was running out of that.
His power as far as it had brought him had it limits. Plato brought his arm up into the air above the Majin his eyes blazing with the hunger to destroy her. He wanted to relish in the time he had to let everything out fight with no string attached. He was not fighting for someone else, he was not fighting for Konats at the moment. He was not fighting for any goal, he was fighting for him. He was fighting because he wanted to fight and he was wanted to send all his anger out on one foe. He Brought his arm down trying to slam it right on the Majin and smash her into the Ground. Wether that failed or succeed, Plato kicked off the Ground rushing at the Majin agian trying to make sure she didn't get too far away. He was aware how much his speed had dropped, this technique was the same one he had attempted to used agian Zerori the demon from hell. While one's power would increase it gave up one's speed and ability to defend themselves. For most this may of not been so bad an issue, but plato was always aware the double edged sword it brought onto him. As much as he had he was only a Konstain hiding in armor. If the armor broke open he would be exposed to Shem full might. Perhaps if he had focused on letting his beast do the fighting and he backed off commanding him from range he would have a better chance. Perhaps not but it didn't matter all that much, they were in the here and now. As Plato rushed at Shem he would pull back his Elbow and try to slam it right into the Majin's Jaw full force before trying to kick her in the gut.
*Used Warp Punch (N1)
Plato using his magic teleport right behind his foe before smashing them into the ground with his fist. Charges at 33 percent
Powerlevel of 1,792,120 to Block Deceptive Strike
Kp:1/3
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Post by Shemha on Jun 20, 2017 16:24:03 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) |
”Huh.” All Meridia offered as a response. The SSE was full of Majin’s these days and the strongest held the second highest rank. Might the future hold a new name for the Empire she wondered, the MSE? Amused by the thought the demon then glanced at their newest guests, the assortment of warriors barely classifiable as such. Numbers helped, but when faced with overwhelming strength all they really did was increase the number of targets.
While Purika telepathically contacted Shemha, the armored female strolled forward. Having received one death glare from the Commander already, she didn’t have to ask what the Majin wanted done with this motley crew. Out in front of Purika and the Empire’s newest gooey soldier, Meridia let the heavy axe that rested on her shoulder disappear in a swirl of black energy. The girl’s helmet joined the weapon as her dark locks tumbles back to her shoulders. The rabble before her didn’t demand her full strength or the bladed weapon, her fists and feet were more than enough.
With a glance back at her comrades, she leapt towards them to engage, a stiff right cross connecting with the first in line. A considerably large fellow, appearance might lead one to believe he could weather the punch, but the way his body shot to the side and skipped across the rubble strewn ground told another story.
A short distance away, Shemha was convinced she had Plato with her deceptive strike, but the point of her elbow never connected with his head. Instead he intercepted the blow with one of his own, a visible shockwave of energy rippling through the air as a result. Equal in strength, she was confident in her ability to win, but was not arrogant enough to think him an easy target. Her words spoke otherwise, but that was all part of the dance, the mental battle alongside the physical one. Both needed to be won in order to obtain victory.
Shemha’s mental game was tilted as Purika reached into her mind. Initially she didn’t know what “guys” he was talking about, the majority of the signatures she felt upon her arrive gone or subdued. Senses reaching out she picked up the collection of weak power levels, more a cluster of civilians than anything. Mentally she scoffed in return, her answer short, but clear.
”As few casualties as possible.” The answer designed to handle any future requests for whoever might arrive. Death was the last thing she wanted for the populace and local warriors, but with her current help it appeared to be a challenge to keep their foes alive. Hopefully no more would perish. Unlike Purika and Meridia, the Commander thought into the future and the Empires continued control over Yardrat.
The deviation of thought cost her as a giant fist slammed into her side. Taken from the air, Shemha slammed hard into the dirt, dust and rubble tossed aside as she hit. Embarrassed more than she was in pain from the strike, she felt Plato’s signature towering over her. With a roll she shoved off the ground and launched into the air, propelled backwards to create distance between her and the flaming monstrosity. She didn’t move fast enough.
In the middle of her retreat an elbow forced her body to arch back, the appendage sailing just over her face. Unfortunately a long leg followed up and connected with her core. The heavy kick sent her backwards before she crashed to the ground a dozen yards away. The Majin’s durable body bounced across the ground like a skipped stone, each point of contact throwing another puff of dust and debris into the air.
After she broke through the one remaining wall of a ravaged structure, Shemha flipped in the air, feet pressed to the ground as her left hand joined them. Sliding to a stop she set her jaw and launched back the direction she had come. Aware of the reach advantage that Plato’s hulking form allowed him, she scooped up a chunk of the downed structure on her way. With a heave and a spin she sent the heavy projectile sailing towards the King as she remained hot on its heels.
The goal was to make him deal with the piece of building materials and whether he smacked it aside, obliterated it or simply ducked; it was a small distraction to allow her to close in. Legs flexing as she drew close, Shemha shot up towards his head, right knee snapping up to try and connect with the underside of his chin. Her blow wasn’t enhanced with energy like the last, but it still packed enough power to take her foe off of his feet. Regardless if she connected or not, the Majin intended to continue her ascent, rising into the air above him.
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No techniques used. +1 KP
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Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jun 21, 2017 4:40:01 GMT
Purika was met with a response from the majin, his name being revealed as ‘Blue’. He was named after the color of his skin. Purika just decided to push that aside, majins had some pretty weird names anyways, and they consisted of multiple colors. The other stuff Blue wasn’t really needed as he already knew that, but maybe he just wanted to announce that to Meridia. Either way, he was on their side now.
Meridia rushed into battle while powering down, but he chose to wait on an answer from Shemha. She replied, instructing him to try not and kill them. As few casualties as possible. If Purika were to fight, he’d have to restrain himself to prevent killing them. His head swung over to Blue. “Show me what you’re made of, go fight, but don’t kill them, or at least try not to. These orders are from the Commander.”, he stated.
Once he was done talking, he slammed his fists together and cracked his knuckles, along with a neck snap. He jumped upwards, before shooting himself down into the crowd of soldiers. His golden aura surrounded him, leaving a small tail behind as he crashed to the ground. His fist dug straight into the ground, sending out a shockwave that caused the ground to shoot out from the impact site.
The soldiers that couldn’t fly were sent into the air then right back to the ground. The sudden movement of the ground left a crater and buildings tipped over. The soldiers which consisted of multiple races rushed towards him, ready to fight. While they approached, Purika wanted to get something straight. Once more, he linked his mind to Shemha's before telepathically messaging her. "If you want me to, I will soon bear enough power to kill him.", he messaged Shemha.
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Post by Bing Gan on Jun 21, 2017 7:43:22 GMT
Hey all. Gonna have to step in and referee here for a minute. Purika, you can't summon a massive golem to fight for you while you are charging. If it was a guard or minion it'd be different, but summoning a huge rock man and then controlling it would take way more concentration than a passive wave of your hand, especially if you're charging energy. You'd have to drop the charge or fire it to do any sort of combat or controlling of rock boys. You'll need to edit your post to remove the golem entirely. |
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Post by Plato on Jun 24, 2017 5:17:34 GMT
(Been 2 days gonna start moving ahead) His First blow connected with the majin. Watching her fly back gave him immense sanctification. All his rage pouring to the surface and unleashing it on his foe. He could not even explain the feeling it was giving him. All the anguish and rage being thrusted away with each blow that connected with the Majin. She tried to flee but his kick connected with her body sending her flying back into some stone. Her body skipped on the ground like a stone bouncing off dealing even more damage. He would of smiled but he knew that truly had not done a great deal of damage. Yes the majin was most likely hurt but she probley had taken far worse before and would take far worse as this battle continued. He gave a quick glance over to the soldiers who were trying to fight Merdia the Majin and Purika the saiyan. He would of helped but he was too focused on pouring all his rage out on the Majin. The Eye in the sky snapped to attention watching the Majin get out of the rubble. Plato left eye turned green as he watched from one angle while his right eye focused on what was truly in front of him. He turned his body back as the Majin set her jaw back into Place. She grabbed a large rock formation and threw it right at him Plato looking up. Such brute tactics from a maid. Seeing as she had absorbed Walker he also expected something far more tactical. Throwing rocks at people was no way to get anywhere. Plato fired a massive blast of ki at the rock smashing it into pieces. His Eye glowed as it watched Shem movement while he had been focused on the rocks. Plato looked at her wit pure distaste. He had gained every single ability he had for the purpose of getting rid of his weakness. The eye watching his back while he focused on controlling his Monster. Another tool and a useful one at that. If he had not had been focused on her he would of taken a direct hit but he had some time to prepare. He was not fast enough to dodge with his heavy body but he put his arm in the way as the knee collided with said arm and chin. His armor on his arm was cracked apart by the powerful knee before his head was knocked straightened up. She used her ability to fly to enchant the strength of her attack. Plato knee fell back slightly as his leg dug into the Earth. Of course it hurt but he had prepared himself and blocked some of the force. She probley didn't not expect him to attack back so soon so it was his chance to get her back on the defensive. His tail would shoot out with the attempt to wrap around her foot. He would attempt to pull her down slightly so he could connect with his arm using her momentum of flight and his tail against her so she would slam right into his arm. If he hit her with his strength and her strength combined he had a feeling he could inflict some major damage. Majins were tough but seeing as they were downright even using she would be taking her own strength and his strength, twice as much as she might of expected and maybe handle. If she avoided the Grab he would fly up after her trying to fly towards her though not make any attempts of an attack. He would of been slower so he would be more focused on just keeping up with her as she flew away. KP:2/3 Shemha |
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 24, 2017 19:23:38 GMT
Blue nodded at his orders, clenching his fists. It was time to see what he was made of, after all of these cataclysms.
In an instant, the majin darted forwards, his body dissolving into a jet propelled stream of liquid. The collision with the brenchian leading the squadron was instantaneous.
"Ay—" The soldier barely got a word in before Blue wrapped his body around the brenchian, and puffed up his chest, about to swallow him into his genetic code. And then, he reconsidered. No longer would blue be looking to absorb just anyone. He had to preserve this new sense of… Of honorable purpose.
And so, Blue's bloated body cocked back and then fired the brenchian from his stomach like a cannonball, knocking into several other fighters and sending them tumbling from the sky like floating bowling pins.
Blue's reformed body turned back to the remaining sky born warriors as he sailed down towards the ground, and his feet landed heavily. Instantaneously, blue cocked back his arm like a cannon and fired off several bullet-rounds of flesh, each one latching on to one of the soldier's faces and suffocating them, causing them to drop from the sky like flies.
Blue felt a rush of delicious butterscotch, and licked his lips as his detached chunks of flesh leapt back to reform with him, joining him on the shoulders. Blue looked around for any more targets. He didn't quite understand how much more capable he had become yet, as his suppression belt still remained firmly locked around his malleable waist. His internal skeleton, which could somehow liquidize via a strange magical majin physics, was now rigid, and flooding his body with endorphins.
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Post by Shemha on Jun 26, 2017 15:47:23 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) |
All around her Yardrat’s “resistance fighters” collapsed like a poorly constructed tent against a harsh wind. The SSE was the most powerful force in the galaxy and these warriors were little more than what might be considered average amongst the general populace. Brave perhaps, but when one considered there was no hope they might achieve victory foolhardy seemed the more appropriate label. Luckily for the poor saps, the Commander wished for their lives to be spared so instead of bodies, the battlefield was quickly littered with unconscious warriors.
Into the air Meridia went, a blur to those unfortunate souls that were in her path and with quick, precise strikes she dropped fighters from the sky. Their less than graceful falls to the rubble strewn ground below might cause further injury, but she didn’t think any were so weak that the small fall might kill them. If it did…oops. Each time she appeared alongside a new target she couldn’t help savoring that expression of surprise on their face, that realization of just how outmatched they were. Then in quick succession came another favorite expression of hers, that initial shock replaced by the blank stare milliseconds before their consciousness faded. Her choice to stick with Shemha and the Empire was full of rewarding experiences.
While the trio made short work of the newest arrivals to the battle, Shemha was fully focused on the monstrous foe before her. Ground split beneath her feet as her powerful legs launched her into the air and the demon’s armor cracked under the pressure of her strike. This area of Yardrat suffered as a result of this battle and like it, Plato would soon be left in shambles.
The follow through on her attack brought her into the air above the creature, intent on creating space between them to avoid his long reach. In the middle of her ascent something wrapped her ankle and the rough tug began to drag her downwards. Thankfully, the malleable nature of her body made it nearly impossible to grapple. Immediately after the initial tug, before she was sent hurtling towards his powerful arm, her ankle and foot melted to nothing. Slipping free of his tail, the extra appendage almost like a third arm it seemed, and she continued to rise.
Reforming her leg to its natural state, higher still as Plato took chase. Once again she felt Purika’s presence within her mind.
”Do not interfere, unless the situation appears dire. I can defeat him myself and plan to use his energy to strengthen the Empire. Only if our victory is in jeopardy should you make a move.” The Commander responded. Although not Saiyan, she did possess her own sense of pride. The more time she spent around Habana and the other Elites, the more she felt the desire to fight her own battles. That being said, as she informed Purika, the Empire’s goals mattered more and if it came to it, she was not against the Super Saiyan’s interference.
Above the King still, Shemha kept her distance, his hulking figure lacking speed in exchange for power. Still rising she began to gather energy, aura blazing around her. Eyes locked on him she maintained her resolve to end this with her own hands. With the threats he leveled in her presence and she being the one Purika contacted to secure their claim, she wanted nothing more than to see the Queen’s will done. Yardrat would belong to the Solar Saiyan Empire.
”You must realize that you cannot hope to win, Plato and that after this, Konats will be our next claim. If you wish to protect your people, lay down your life in their name and I shall make sure that our takeover is peaceful. Many do not see it, but under the banner of the Empire is one of the safest places to be.” She offered as her dark eyes remained locked with his. Shemha meant it, others did not need to die, only see the truth of what Habana wished to do. When the galaxy was united under her rule, everyone would be safe from threats like the Mazoku.
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OOC NOTES: Sorry for the delay!
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Shemha
[MP3] Deceptive Charge used. 100% this turn, 200% next turn!
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Meridia
Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jun 27, 2017 19:38:17 GMT
Purika nodded to himself as the commander wished for him not to interfere with her and Plato's battle unless the situation was getting out of hand. "Alright.", he responded telepathically. Purika figured if he continued charging his energy, it'd just be a waste since their battle had just begun and there was no threat to the Empire. He was sure Shemha could handle herself too, so he stopped gathering his ki and absorbed what he could back into his body, and the ki he couldn't destroyed itself.
Purika formed a grin since he stopped his charge he could de-activate his super saiyan transformation and fight properly with the defenders of Yardrat. His golden aura quickly shattered, his hair returning to its natural black color along with his tails hair. Dropping the transformation relaxed him, having put strain on his body. The gathering of energy only added to that. The Defenders, seeing Purika drop his super saiyan, gave them some sort of hope. The arcosians also felt a bit more confident, but they were still outmatched.
If it were up to Purika, he would've killed them all already, but he was respecting the orders of his commander to not kill them. They rushed towards him from all sides, Purika keeping his senses aware while they did so. One of the strongest ones, having been an arcosian of course, was the first in line to receive a beating. Its fist stuck out, aimed straight for his face. Purika quickly shifted his right hand upward to intercept its punch, the force having pushed him back only a bit, his feet shifting the dirt out of the way as he slid back.
"Is that the best you can do?", Purika asked while grinning. His left arm had already been prepared, being reeled back as soon as he blocked the arcosian's punch. Without a second thought, his left fist shot towards the arcosian's face, digging into its skin ad knocking it to the side. It flew for a bit before gravity started to come into effect and it skidded across the ground, displacing dirt before finally coming to a stop. The arcosian laid there, having been rendered unconscious.
"I hope the rest of you can do better than that!", Purika yelled out. His senses still active and aware, he sensed two soldiers approaching from the side. In the nick of time, he threw up both of his arms. As soon as he blocked to do, an arcosian shot up from below, Purika not having re-acted fast enough. "Suprise!", the arcosian yelled out with an amused tone. Purika was thrown into the air, before quickly recovering. "Clever.", he thought.
Purika revealed the palm of his hand and aimed it towards the ground where the two soldiers were, the arcosian flying up towards him to continue the fight. Purika chuckled before he yelled out, a crimson wave shooting out from his hands, expanding and growing in size quickly. The arcosian, not stopping fast enough, flew straight into the wave of ki. It consumed him, but not killing him, just paralyzing him. It continued down to the ground, causing an explosion on contact which consumed a group of foot soldiers. The ground shook, the explosion lighting up the area.
— [SU3] Ki Charge Dropped
[UT] Power Weighted Dropped
Super Saiyan Transformation De-Activated
PL: 159,731 |
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