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Post by Plato on Jun 28, 2017 17:38:40 GMT
Plato was surprised that her leg literally disspeared from his grasp. He was sure he had caught the wild Majin and was about to break her apart. He growled as he blasted into the air to follow the Majin. With her speed and him being slow on the draw it seemed she would get ahead of him which was not good. He wanted to keep this fight a certain way. The Konstain king floated up his eyes dark with rage as he watched the Majin. He knew why she wanted to flee. The Flicking flames that bounced off his body told him everything. At close range she would stand no chance. That was why he was fighting he was. He would defeat her if they fought at close range. Not just because she was stronger but because he had taken those hit's before. He had taken powerful melee blows and he believed in that strength. He didn't think the Majin could come even close to defeating him if they fought with there fists. That was why she fled, prehaps she knew this or maybe she didn't. Everything he had trained was to fight at close range, from being a Guariden and controlling his Monster. Even though he use to control his monster at range it was a creature that thrived at fighting in close combat.
Plato cocked his head to the side as she spoke. She claimed he had no chance to win. Perhaps that was a fair point. Even if he did beat Shemha prehaps the damage would be too much. Perhaps, she was wrong to assume his will would not carry him through. Despite him being defeated on almost every turn the foes that defeated him were powerful. Walker, Xylo, Zerori and the Combined force back on Earth. If the Majin assumed herself and the posy of soldiers she had stacked up to them she was surly mistaken. She also claimed Konats would be their next conquest. She hoped to threaten him into submission. The King eyes were Dark and Cold as he gave her a look before he seemed to relax. He gave a small laugh not one mixed with Savitir strength and courage but the Frailty of a Young child and heartbroken man, "You threaten to destroy konats but all good that has come of my home has already been destroyed." Plato motioned his hand covering his face for a couple of moments. "What's funny i can remember only a couple of mere happy things in the past 18 years. One of them was when you all came to Konats. You, Negi, Ayuma, his friend and his wife. I remember i was happy because i felt like i was not different from my people or anyone else. I felt as if i could be normal. It was all i wanted when i became king, when i went to vegeta. I never wanted to be powerful for the sake of it i wanted it so i could protect a dream that has been turned to dust. Not all my people are like me i'm one of the few. Mutated and changed sealed with the demons from places we don't even know. I've Lived 26 years 8 years before the kashvarr took me which are just mere shadows in the corner of my mind now. 13 years i was shackled to cell watching those around me die as i was mutated into a weapon for the Kashvarr purpose. When i was finally free one of the first place was Vegeta. Perhaps it was that illusion that will make it so hard to end your life. I assumed that you'd understand my rage but i let my guard down. I assumed the universe could understand but i was wrong. We both know it does not matter now." He shaked his head as he lifted his hand the tears on his hand burning into steam.
He took a step forward as his body shuttered, "This form was created with the intent to be used for a single minute in bursts however i am willing to take away what i have left. What the Point of dying with a wiper like some child without the strength to defend himself. When i was living i had three goals. One, I wanted to purge the Kashvarr for their crimes against my people which i succeeded. The Second thing i wanted was not to be viewed as a monster, that occurred and finally i wanted to be happy....that almost happened." Plato rage came back to him as he straightened up. "You want to claim your empire some safe place prehaps it is but i'll be dammed my people deserve a king that is not me and not a saiyan queen. They deserve to have their ruler be a man who can truly rule." Plato aura exploded around him as he gritted his teeth. Once agian there was no going back. He felt that Shemha was truly afraid trying to get him to back down. Perhaps she fled back knowing that he was going to crush her if she didn't. Now they were here he could expand on what he needed to do. He needed to either slay shemha or die. Either way it worked with him at this point death was not the worst option. His death would hopefully bring a new future to his people where someone could rise without worrying about Plato coming back. A Future that was controlled by Konats not a greviving man. He laughed slightly as his voice seemed to shift back to the half and half state between Plato and Savitair, "After all even if you went to konats after you eat me like that after Majin we will overwhelm you with the emotions he have. There no way your going to slaughter a whole planet to prove your point to the dead either." He Pulled his arms back as flames gathered in his hands to try and distract the Majin. He had no intentions of blasting her he wanted to end her with a technique that didn't attack the body or mind. A Technique with no defense. He flew over pulling his arms back as he threw a barrage of punches at the Majin. Sure she could fight back and sure she could flee. Even if she did she would not be a peak with all that ki surging as she was charging something. The one thing that itched at him however was what she was trying to do. It worried him that she was hiding what her technique was going to be. "What's Wrong coward are you too scarred to fight with your fists knowing how it will end. With your face meeting the ground as i turn you into Pink Mush. Its ok to be afraid afterall who would not be in the face of a Monster, a Demon or even the Devil!" He was going to force her to fight back flee or fire. All worked with what he wanted to do next. There was a smirk on his face prehaps one could wonder why was he so cocky.
*Starting to melee her down*
KP:3/3
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 29, 2017 17:07:28 GMT
Finishing his brief assault on the squadron, Blue slingshot his body back towards Purika, landing in a ball at his feet and bubbling back into his new state. Purika had just finished dealing with some opposition too.
The Majin kneeled at the feet of the now non-golden saiyan, his sharp silhouette casting a shadow across the yardrat planes.
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Post by Shemha on Jun 29, 2017 18:43:22 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) |
Arm outstretched Meridia watched as a flailing Acorsian beat on her armored forearm. Gauntlet latched around his throat in a strangling hold, she cocked her head to the side when he tried to speak, words coming out in gurgling gasps. More than the grip limited any air intake; her fingers restricted the blood flow to his brain. Aware of his situation and increasingly desperate with each passing moment, the lizard’s feet and tail resisted along with his arms, but all thudded uselessly off her black armor.
Growing bored with her squirming captive, Meridia searched the area for her friend’s signature. Around her she felt the others….Purika in his normal state…the strange blue Majin dealing with his fair share of fighters before returning to the Saiyan’s side…and there, far above them Shemha and the demonic creature she fought. Well versed in the creatures of her realm, she knew whatever Plato was, he was no demon when it came to his heritage, yet the strange form he took would sure have allowed him to fit in. Focused on the powerful signatures overhead, Meridia floated where she was as her newest victim’s last twitches shook her arm. When they subsided, without even a glance in his direction, she released the unconscious Acrosian to let him tumble to the dirt below.
Once more Shemha almost felt for him. After all this time she remembered that trip to Konats for his coronation and remembered it fondly. Negi, an old friend and comrade travelled with her to the event. She recalled their multiple conversations on the way there, her attempts to teach him some semblance of manners and his surprisingly skilled feet. Part of her missed those times, when she was a soldier and little weight rested on her shoulders. Those days were long gone though, that simpler time only a memory. The experiences made her feel at home in the Empire and although they were prime examples of peace, they also gave her all the more reason to fight now.
The King shared his story and again the Majin felt a hint of sympathy, but only a hint. Plato may have suffered at the hands of others in the past, an unfortunate thing, yet his inability to handle his personal demons let them manifest into larger problems. Indecisive and reckless, the King could have played this far different. All he needed to do was side with the Empire from the start and look past the rogue warriors that ravaged his home those months ago. Instead he chose to continue the cycle, threaten Shemha and her people and bring violence to countless others.
A third party would accuse the Commander of the same, but at least she attempted a peaceful end in full earnest. Some creatures, no matter what sympathy you might feel for the, chose poorly. Plato was one of these individuals.
”I can agree with you on one thing, your people do deserve a ruler that is capable of protecting them. Habana will see that done, she will do what you could not and in time the Konatsian people will learn to be grateful.” Shemha responded in short as he rushed towards her. What else could she say? What would recounting their past do for them now? What would words of wisdom do when they fell on deaf ears? He spoke as if he wanted to make a point yet refused to listen to hers.
Energy flowed within her, dancing along her toned frame as the hulking monster came for her. Committed to her plan of attack, she remained defensive as his massive fists swung for her. Call it cowardly if you want, but Shemha knew what she needed to do to achieve victory. In battle all that mattered was the outcome, not the path taken. Not a single return shot came from the Commander as she remained focused on avoiding his strikes. Again that reach of his allowed him the advantage, but even while she gathered her energy, she remained quicker.
In a burst of speed she withdrew from close combat, creating space yet again. That was when a familiar presence entered her mind…with dire news.
Acrose was lost…Kaza and Vennel in trouble against Xylo and his demonic lackey. The revelation meant their multi-pronged attack was not an all-out success like she hoped. Kaza herself assumed the two powerful warriors to be doomed. That was a crushing blow to the Empire, the fighters not easily replaced. Shemha wondered if she could make it to them in time. All they needed to do was hold out until Plato was dealt with…then she could “walk” there the same way she journeyed to Yardrat.
The Commander reached out with her mind for her kin, intent on laying the plan for her intervention…but there was nothing. Aware there could be a delay with the distance between them she tried again…nothing. Kaza was gone. Senses pushed to the limit she stretched them across the stars and she felt the far off powers on Acrose. Xylo, the demon and Vennel, the Saiyan still lived. But for how long?
Distracted by hear search for her far off comrades, Shemha almost paid for it with a shot to the face. Her head snapped to the side just in time, displaced air rushing past it as Plato’s fist slide just over her shoulder. Another burst of speed sent her backwards yet again. Silently she cursed herself, her pride partially to blame for the Empire’s attempt on Acrose failing. If she just finished this fight as quickly as possible she might have had time to help them. Now Kaza was dead and Vennel likely to follow.
”Purika, Meridia, I was wrong. Kaza is dead and Vennel is likely to suffer the same fate. We need to finish this quickly to ensure the safety of Vegeta and the Empire.”
The message sent to both warriors, they knew what it meant. Shemha had forgotten herself, forgotten what was most important here and others paid the price. How foolish of her to let pride get in the way of duty.
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OOC NOTES: Shemha is not happy with herself after learning about the events on Acrose.
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[MP3] Deceptive Charge used. 200% this turn, 300% next turn!
3/3
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Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jun 29, 2017 21:04:37 GMT
As Purika floated back down to the ruined ground, surrounded by rubble and unconscious soldiers, he watched as the majin landed in front of him. He reformed, and then he knelt before him. "No need for that.", Purika said, smirking. It remained as he looked around the battlefield, but soon disappeared as Shemha telepathically messaged him. "Damnit... I could've finished him off already if I didn't stop charging. Alright.", he responded telepathically.
"I probably would have met the same fate if Shemha didn't show up as fast as she did.", he though as he looked over to Blue. "I have a new task for you. We need to take down that guy over there as quickly as possible.", he said while pointing to Plato. Purika jumped back from Blue, entering a power up stance. He shouted out as his hair quickly turned golden and his golden aura flared around him once more. He was not done yet, though. His shouting continued as his muscles began to expand more, his energy raising a bit from where it was before.
He grinned, he was at his maximum now. Purika looked over in Plato's direction while cracking his knuckles, some of the ground having shifted out from underneath him. "Let's go." He took one step forward before he disappeared from the normal line of sight, speeding towards Plato. Approaching quickly, he pushed his arm against the ground, sending him upwards at an angle. He was heading straight in the path of Plato's head. He threw his leg forward, attempting to connect with the side of Plato's head.
Whether it did or not, Purika began to build energy once more within himself. His only regret was dropping his charge, if he didn't he could have finished Plato right here and now. It didn't matter though, they'd still finish him.
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[UT] Power Weighted in use.
[SU3] Ki Charging - 100% Charge
3/3 KP until if an attack is fired.
Bulked SSJ PL: 2,076,503 / 1,437,579
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Post by Plato on Jun 29, 2017 22:18:20 GMT
Plato keep throwing the punches as the Majin focused on dodging each and every one of them. She responded claiming she would have some rule his people. He could have cared if the words were not so hollow. "You can't teach them to be grateful they already know what you people are. I told you everything and Konats warriors will rise from my death. They will take back the throne one day and when that day comes and your body crumbles to the floor. It wills one of Konats son that pieced your blacked heart that i promise." Plato eyes signed with great determination. He believed that one would rise from his death it was one of the things he wanted out of this. A Konstian to rise to protect konats. Konats should not have been in the shadows of the SSE he refused to allow it unless they choose. Her power was increasing further and further he would need to use his special technique soon enough. He would Defeat the Majin with his strongest attack. He didn't want to use such a technique since it inherent nature was that of pure darkness. A Technique the kashvarr would only dare to use however Plato humanity had already been casted down. The Last of it he had exposed to Shemha. No More Binds could hold up what had to occur. He was going to defeat Shemha and save this Planet.
Shem seemed to slow down for a split second but she dodged his punch as she tried to get away but he flew after her as the Armor on his body shattered off so he could catch up to the Majin. He had relinquished his bulking Technique to use his new found speed to catch up to the Majin. The Molten shard would fly down landing in the earth below as his form was far smaller now. He glared as the Majin as he flew after her, "You must have found out something tell me what it was. Perhaps you realized the truth maybe it came to you as we fought. Why would i come here how would i know of your secret attack plans did it ever occur to you. Maybe you just ignored it because you didn't want to believe it. I'll tell you the truth here and now since this is the end of the fight. I'm going to end this fight with a single attack so when you recover you will have something to think about. Vennel and Kaza had a reason to be on Konats. When they first came i was going to slay them they were so weak back then but Alistair wanted to use them. Alistair and I Trained them Alistair did most of it but i was a part of it. Kaza and Vennel go strong so fast and perhaps Vennel surpassed me too quickly. Alistair you know what they are for him. There are his agents in your little empire. Alistair and Vennel plan to overthrow Habana so Vennel can become Queen. Same with Xylo he wanted Xylo to be his little king on Namak so he could rule the universe. That was the same reason i went to your planet because i became torn to join Xylo who i believed could be better of my supposed allies. What was funny was i made my own choice. The first time in a long time i chose without a man trying to whisper into my ear the Kashvarr, Savitair or Alistair. I choose on my own to try and protect his goal while doing what i knew was right. When you lie to a man's face he knows. Vennel told me a lot of things about her new position of general and how she was going to lead the attack on Arosce. I was going to originally help her until you spat in my face. It you told me what i wanted to hear perhaps Xylo would be defeated but i choose to twist fate for the first time in my existence. I choose to do what i wanted to do without worrying about the ends. Because of the ends were death and how much that even matter would. I would die and perhaps i find solace."
This whole speech was meant to try and throw Shemha off slightly so he could get into range. His hand began to glow with a violent Dark Ki fused with magic. It nature was evident that it was not going to be happiness or sunshine. This Technique was vile and evil perhaps it was the core of what Plato had become. Once he had been a knight of Konats wanted to protect it but failure after failure and the isolation of Plato had turned him into something else. He was no longer even a man. The Konstian under the armor was just a shell crumbling away each and every second. "When you told me Commander and Queen could only send attacks that were when i knew you were lying. Instead of admitting to mistakes or perhaps something the old queen had done you choose to hide in fear I’d turn against you. I'd be happy to put some of the past behind me but i hate being manipulated. That always what it has been someone trying to control and Manipulate me for their own gain. So it time that idea bites them in the ass." His hand would reach out with the dark ki to grasp at Shem. "Vennel and Kaza both work for Alistair. I told Alistair to pick me or Vennel and he chooses that woman over me. You know what that means right. Once they drag your body back to Vegeta your men are going to have to search for Alistair. Because he is on konats probley waiting to see Vennel to discuss my so called betrayal." After all of this speaking his hand would launch out as ki and magic would fly off to swirl around the Majin. It was not a normal technique in the slightest.
The Regret Expulsion was a Technique meant for one thing. To cripple his foes. The Technique brought back their greatest fears and regrets back to the surface for them to struggle with. He was going to be ready to crush her as his other arm began to glow before he felt a massive surged in ki as Purika flew right at his backside. The Eye snapped to attention looking right at Purika. Plato Sighed as he moved his head slightly to the side before bringing his arm to him would catch the man's leg between his arm and leg. Knowing the difference in speed he was sure he would succeed. He gave one Glance at Shemha to see what was going on before he focused on Purika. He was sure she would be out of a battle for at least a couple of seconds if not minutes. He was confident he could defeat them all with the time he would have gained. He wondered if she would also feel the regrets of those she had absorbed and eaten but maybe she would not. After the Technique he'd let go of her flying back a little
Regardless he spoke, "Shemha will be overcome by her past. Which means i will win! The Technique I’ve used is the perfect weapon to cripple the foe no matter her will i am sure she will be at least hampered. It does not seem to work well on Androids but....she is not that lucky. As for you, you been a pest i been wanting to die by those who deserve to kill me and i guess i got to make an example out of you. I understand your race can heal from deadly injuries but what about growing back your limbs." He would grasp at Purika leg as he would begin to bend the leg to try and break it on his shoulder if he had succeed earlier in catching him. Since he was facing Shem he would let the eye focus on her Panther Merida. She would probley try and do something. He would not allow them to defeat him only one on this battle field had that right, the power. Though he believed he had just defeated her so, that meant they would either all die or all flee. It was there choose really he would let go. He had better things to do then fight all of them. Few people he would just let kill him. Perhaps it was a sense of pride he had gathered with Savitair in his body. If Shem was stronger he would die by her hands not the hands of some other weaklings. Purika Merida and Majin Blue were nothing but roaches in his way. He wanted this all to end how he wanted it was his turn to control fate. Today he would have victor in defeat or in defeat and forcing them all to flee. Plato keeps his focus on Shem just bending his arm to try and break purika leg while focused on how she would recover from his strongest attack.
*Bulking Dropped*
*Used Regret Expulsion (Su3)
The Most powerful Technique in Plato Arsenal. The user thrust their hand out and if they mange to connect with the target the users regrets and fears are brought to life. The user is forced to fight against them or be overcome. . Can disrupt a charging attack if the stun power level is within 80% of the opponent's attack's power level. If they overcome nothing happens...it just a flavored stun.
*Trying to stop her attack while crippling her mind so he could take her out of the fight (that part flavor of course how ever you want to take it shem)
Kp:0/3
*Caught and trying to snap Purika leg like a tooth pick
*Non Bulking Powerlevel: 5,131,980
*Stun Power to overcome: 15,395,940*
(Pretty sure it will stun once agian though first time i'm using stuns so if i messed it up rip my ki)
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Post by Majin Blue on Jun 30, 2017 10:24:00 GMT
Blue stood from his kneeling position as the saiyan indicated. He remained silent now, choosing to keep his words measured. Although the saiyan offered him no praise in his role in taking down the yardrat defense squadron, Blue still felt the sweet butterscotch satisfaction of a job well done.
The majin's eyes lingered, briefly flicking across the scene of defeated soldiers. Blue's victims had been dispatched relatively humanely: he would either give them the sweet release of death, or spare them as much pain in living as possible. Purika's victims seemed less lucky. An arcosian laid strewn out across the ground, his jaw shattered. A few other soldiers seemed to have been consumed in an instantaneous dome of energy. Their deaths were quick; that was desirable.
Soon, Purika had another task for blue: eliminate the demon as quickly as possible. It seemed much easier said then done. The lean majin nodded grimly, clenching his fists in readiness. The warrior had soon turned golden again, and rocketed off into the sky to do combat with the demon.
Blue hung back for a moment, trying to see the best way to proceed. But soon, all of his options fell to naught, as Purika seemed to be in a situation that would likely require immediate assistance.
The demon had hold of Purika's leg, and seemed poised to snap it in half. There was no time to think: only to act with honor. Blue's body shot through the air in an instant, propelling like a jet stream of slime. Within the blink of an eye, the Majin's malleable blue flesh would curl around Purika's leg, serving as a magical brace.
If Blue pulled this off, the attempt at a snap would find itself bending rubber rather than cracking bone!
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Post by Shemha on Jun 30, 2017 17:30:35 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) |
Plato rattled on, the speech from atop his throne as righteous as he felt his actions were. Plato had been a King, it was true, but while he earned the position that did not mean it sat well atop his shoulders. Perhaps, if the man had been willing, he could have learned from Habana what it was to be a ruler. Instead he spoke as if he understood all, this strange relationship between Alistair, Vennel, Kaza and himself complicated beyond anything the Commander imagined.
The reality of it was she didn’t know the truth. Vennel and Kaza claimed to be loyal, their actions on Acrose backed that and yet, why was the Saiyan gone for so long? What did her ties to Alistair mean and were they deeper than those to the crown? It all confused her and at the moment it looked like Vennel and Kaza would bring the truth with them to the grave. Plato spouted his version of events, but she couldn’t believe him, wouldn’t believe him. The demon that bound them together was key…after this she would find him and ring the answers out of him.
The King's true intention, to distract her worked and as she opened her mouth to discredit his words he made his move. Dark energy swirled around the hand that grabbed hold of her and unlike so many attacks that targeted the body, this one went for her mind. Unprepared for the mental assault Shemha lost control of the energy that pulsed within her, the excess Ki evaporating into the steaming air around her. Body hovering in place, her thoughts scattered.
Unbeknown to her, her allies rushed in to engage, fearless of the powerful foe before them. She saw none of it though. Instead images flashed before her mind's eye, memories of her earlier years.
The first was a time when she was young, the image of a gruff figure that towered above her. Even at such a young age she knew his name well, Ront her former owner and master. For two decades she served the mercenary in everything from cooking to the disposal of bodies. In the eyes of most such an existence was pathetic, slavery to another one of the lowest forms of existence. A role fit only for those who were unworthy of freedom. Yet for Shemha, it was all she knew at that point and a lifestyle she embraced. Over the years their connection had grown and in the end she saw him as a father figure, the only one she had ever known.
Unsure of why these memories surfaced now they soon took a dark shift as the day Ront drew his last breath arrived. One of the worst days of her life…she found him wounded and dying. In desperation she took his essence into her own, preserving what she could so that she was not alone. While the choice strengthened her it failed to address what she wanted most, a place to belong.
She then searched, searched for the bond she had lost, but the life of a mercenary had few ties of meaning. That was why she sought out the SSE, a place she might belong and find use for her skills. At first she felt nothing different, loneliness still her only companion, but as she carried out her duties others drew closer to her. Negi, the young boy who vanished into the stars…Carva a man driven to destruction by his own desire to ascend…and a flashy red head she met in a bar, all individuals she actually enjoyed being with, but now they were all gone. Again she had been left alone.
Wait…Habana, the Queen. Despite the fact the warrior ruled the Empire, Shemha felt their struggle on Namek and the time spent together afterwards had made them more than simple comrades. There was a bond between them, an understanding of one another and mutual respect. Habana trusted Shemha to take up the position of Commander, the honor something the Majin never expected. Yes, they were friends, she was not alone.
What of the future though? It was uncertain. More images flashed before her, those of her ally’s corpses strewn across Acrose. They were dead or soon would be. Next she saw Vegeta, but not as she remembered it. Instead of the bustling streets and the sparkling palace she saw only fire and death. Bodies littered the grounds of the royal compound, soldiers dropped from the skies and far above she saw a Namekian drop the limp body of her Queen.
”No…” She gasped for Plato and the others to hear as the potential future played out before her. In this scenario all she cared for was ripped away and yet again, she was left on her own. Despair began to overwhelm her. So much of what she saw had already come to pass…was that future unavoidable? Frantically her mind attempted to discredit it, shove it aside…but the feeling of helplessness remained. She was destined to be alone.
”SHEMHA! SNAP OUT OF IT!”
From above the rest of them came the shout, Meridia having a clear view of the stunned Majin. Still covered in her dark armor from neck to toe, the demon received the same message as Purika. Unlike him however, she chose to remain distance and prepare for a well-timed attack instead of a forward assault. Dark energy crackled between her horns, the growing sphere pulsing as she poured more into it. Her eyes though were locked on her companion below, unsure if the words had reached her.
Shemha did hear them, dark eyes blinking as she returned to the present. For a moment she struggled to understand what happened to her, but then she remembered his attack. Unlike anything she experienced before she tried to shake off the aftereffects of the strange technique. Above her Meridia gather energy and in front of her Purika was in Plato’s clutches. At first she didn’t realize why his leg was blue, but then she recalled the strange Majin and she saw what he was trying to do.
In those dark seconds where Plato’s strange energy showed her the depth of her fear of loneliness, it almost dragged her down. Yet, the demon above her was her friend; Purika and even the Majin that assisted him were her comrades. Her foe showed her what she feared most, but there was a flaw in his technique. In showing her all she was poised to lose should the Empire fall it only amplified her desire to protect it. Rarely an emotional individual, Shemha felt a swell of emotion rise within her.
”Let go of them!” She screamed as the threat of injury to allies rescued her from the dark place Plato attempted to send her. With that outburst she shot forward on a direct path with the King. Energy visibly cascaded down her right arm, her typical red Ki mixing with colors from across the spectrum as she drew on the magical energies deep in her core. The distance between them was closed in an instant and with all the force she could muster, Shemha’s fist launched forward with the full intent of driving straight through Plato’s skull.
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Charge lost as Plato connects with his dastardly technique, but Shemha is able to see exactly who she is fighting for and pushes though! Plato, you're in trouble now!
Magic Tricks used to increase Shemha’s PL by an additional x2 before sending a [MP3] Deceptive Strike at Plato’s face for 5,748,317 PL worth of damage! Intent to kill!
[MP3]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
Magic Tricks - Majin are capable of a wide variety of mystical techniques, but once per thread they can bring the bulk of their mystical power to bare allowing them to produce a technique that functions at x2 there PL or in any transformation above Base, +x2.
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Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
Meridia has begun to charge [MP3]Black Sun, 100% this turn, 200% next turn.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jun 30, 2017 22:08:52 GMT
Purika's attack didn't succeed, coming out with Plato reaching to grab his leg. He couldn't move his leg in time, but something unexpected happened. His new majin comrade wrapped around his leg to protect it. The konatsian monster began squeezing and began attempting to bend his leg. Purika's golden aura expanded as he struggled to free himself from the konatsians grasp, tugging against his grip.
Whilst this happened, he heard Meridia. His head turned to the side as he looked at her before his head tilted down towards Shemha. The konatsian did something to her, but he knew she'd been freed from whatever had come over her when she shouted out for him to let go of them. Purika roared out, pulling away with all his might. With the help of the majin, his leg slipped through. Alongside that, he planned on freeing the majin. He used the tip of his boot like a hook to pull him out of the konatsians grasp.
He shifted himself in front of the Konatsian, sensing that Shemha was coming in to attack him. Her hand was stretched out, determining that it was a punch. He might as well do one too, and Purika had a pretty good idea from where she was aiming. Purika gritted his teeth and shot himself forward when Shemha began to approach. He flew beside her, his fist stretched out right for his face too. Using his built up energy, his fist was coated in ki.
Just like Shemha, Purika attempted to send his fist right through the konatsians skull alongside her, hitting right after her if the attack were to be successful.
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[SU3] Ki Charge attack revealed! - 200%
[MP3] Martial Arts used - 200% - 4,153,006 PL
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Post by Plato on Jun 30, 2017 22:47:32 GMT
He snarled as the Blue Majin wrapped around Purika leg trying to protect it from being broken. An Inhuman growl escaped his lips as the Majin was risking life and Limb to protect this fool. "Know your Place Majin." He raised his elbow into the air as he'd try and slam it down on the Majin to knock him out or even kill him. The Majin was powerful but he was a Nat compared to him. How dare he step in the way of him? Plato Floating eye began to scream as Plato turned his focus completely on the Saiyan warrior. "I'm going to kill you do understand that right there is not going to be someone who saves you this time. There will be Majin and her minion in shining armor to protect you from your own weakness. This Majin won't save you either yet the fool you are you charge in against a foe that would crush you for what? Honor and Pride. I hate the arrogance of your race to expert it all to turn in your favor, fate may of judged me wrong this time fate is my corner Shemha is defeated and your next." He raised his elbow again after his first attempt on the Majin about to slam it down on the Saiyans head to crush it in like a coconut. He was fully consumed by the prospect of defeating them and leaving. He had won why they not accepted that. The Technique he had was meant to not be stopped or beaten. The Majin would not break free of her fear and her guilt. He had failed to overcome such things how could she? Fear and Guilt were tools to be Manipulated Plato and they had to been to give him the victory. As he was about to slam his elbow down he heard a yell which flew in the air towards Shemha. It was her Companion in a dark suit of armor yelling at her ally to snap out of it. "She won't be free she will be burr...." He stopped as a sudden surge of ki rose behind him. The Eye that was watching Merida began to scream and cackle as if trying to warn Plato of what was about to occur. Plato turned his head as he held onto Purika his eyes widening at the sight of the Majin her eyes full of life. Had she overcome his Technique! Was her will of a level beyond his own? He was going to speak but she beat him to the Punch as she rushed in as energy formed around her hand as Plato was going to have to take maneuvers to avoid the attack. At least that was his plan but she was far faster than before. He didn't even get to breath before the blow connected with the side of his head. Kerclunck His neck snapped back as all the armor covering his face shattered shards of molten armor flying across perhaps landing in the majin or saiyan as Plato could only see darkness for a few moments. Had he just died? He was unsure of what had just occurred but the whole side of his face had been shattered. His jaw was blown to bits most likely as he couldn't even fight the strength to speak. Perhaps he would of died right there but rage and passion keep him alive. He could feel that another warrior was attacking the saiyan Purika. It would of been easier to just let him end him right there and then but he would not die to him. He had said himself he would not die to those weaker then him! Purika was in no way shape or form his equal to surpassing him. The King eyes snapped open as the Punch flew at him. The Armor seems to break off him as he smirked, "Dark Eyes!" He turned to Smoke as Purika fist connected with said smoke as Plato reformed on the ground falling to a knee. He coughed blood from his mouth taking in a couple of deep breaths. The eye that had been watching his back the whole time suddenly disappeared as his armor fell apart. The damage had rendered it unable to function. His Eleven skin turned to his true destroyed form that Shemha had seen in there call. The Grey scales and burning body. The Form he had gained from abusing his body in the pursuit of power. His body bubbled over as he coughed into his hand looking up with unbridled rage. The Majin had forced him back into this Pitiful state. He reached into his banged up armor looking up at the group. His stare was to convey as if telling them if they thought they had won they were wrong. They had failed to kill him. So what Shemha escaped his Technique? So what if they had more people fighting him at once and so what if he was banged up. He had defeated the Kashvarr; he had fought Xylo, Zerori and Walker. He had been forced to fight the queen as well back on earth and that posy of weaklings. If they assumed he would be so easy to slay they were wrong. He'd admit Shem had caught him off guard but it would not happen again. He pulled out a large Purple Crystal taking a bite into it. He felt immense pain in his jaw but he shrugged through it. His beast had brought him 10 times that pain and more! He would not bend at the prospect of eating with his busted jaw. He would rise from defeat like a Phoenix from death spreading his ashes over the battle field. The memories of that Day on Konats. Negi, Shemha, Ayuma and the Others. One memory he held dear being king of Konats and having friends there to celebrate his success. He reached out but it turned bleak and Black. As soon as he reached for it, it died. It was gone like so many memories he had given up. The ability of these Souls gems to restore all the damage at the cost of his memories. Torn away from him like a piece on a chest board is taken off. He had already lost the King and Queen Pieces it was just getting rid of the smaller but still important once now. One of those being that day. When he looked back at Shemha from the ground there was no more Remorse. He only had pure Hatred for the Majin now they had meet once and trained. That held nothing to him. The King rose to his feet his aura exploding with a new power as if he had been restored of all his strength. However, he had not. The King strength was dropping perhaps the abuse had finally caught up. He breathed in heavily as the Armor that had once covered his body the hide of Savitair was once more restored as he looked up at the group of warriors. Merida would be a threat with her powering up. They would know he would be after her and that was fine. Let them try and stop him he would meet them where they decided to bury themselves. " I'll admit...you impressed me majin." His voice was distorted with the voices of himself Savitair and them mixed all together. His power was in balanced despite healing from all the damage the Konstian could only grow so much. He was never meet to be duking out with warriors of this power. His cap had been reached in hell hence what he had done to his body. He needed that power and now it came to bite him. He would need to finish this fight before he had a major drop in power. "You wish to defeat him go ahead and try my body and mind is willing to offer defeat but i will not allow your minions to take it. As a former King i have gained the rights to mandate such claims. I won't be dispatched by these warriors who try and take glory from others and hide behind those with true strength." He glanced at Purika though he didn't care for Merida. She had not done much in this fight but now she was a problem. He boosted off the Ground flying towards Merida pulling his arm back as he attempted to uppercut and take out Merida or at least stop her from charging her attack. This was truly the Final Stand. *Plato took Shem attack taking Life Threatening damage* *Dodged Purika killing blow with Dark eyes Uc* *Used a Senzu to restore Kp and Power!* *For story Reverting to the Update of the Konstian reducing my Condensed Monster form from x21 to x20 *New Powerlevel: 4,887,600* *Going to Attack Merdia with an Uppercut to force her to fire her attack or stop charging all together.* |
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Post by Majin Blue on Jul 2, 2017 9:16:19 GMT
With a single quick blow of the elbow from the demon, Blue splattered like putty, reforming on the ground below, unconscious. The majin had no time to process the blow; one moment he was defending his new officer, the next he was seeing blackness.
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Post by Shemha on Jul 3, 2017 16:14:48 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) |
Like a red cannon ball Shemha shot towards him, right fist dancing with multicolored energy and like the side of a ship’s hull, the King's face shattered. First came the armor that protected him, the durable carapace cracking and busting apart to reveal the man beneath. Her momentum didn’t stop there though and her fist continued on to connect with his jaw. Muscles gave, tendons snapped and bone broke as her knuckles struck him square in the. For as violently as his head snapped back from the blow, the Commander gave him credit for holding his ground.
Bloodied from her aggressive strike, Plato seemed defenseless as Purika looked to follow up with his own strike. Unfortunately the blue Majin was knocked below, a nasty elbow delivered to the valiant warrior before she could engage Plato. Shemha knew her kind and it was likely the creature still lived albeit unconscious. When and if she was afforded time to check on him, she would. Thinking that time might be soon as the Super Saiyan looked to finish the King with another powerful blow, surprised when the soldier’s fist hit nothing but smoke.
Ever impressive in his ability to alter his shape, especially for a creature of solid substance, Plato wisped down to the ground below. Left alongside Purika, her chest heaving from her most recent efforts and the aftereffects of her foes attack, Shemha didn’t immediately move after her target. She needed a moment, her stamina far from endless and it didn’t look like Plato was going anywhere.
”Thank you for the distraction, Purika. Hang back and gather your strength.” Shemha commented with a slight strain to her words. So far the damage she suffered was minimal, but she was excreting herself. With plenty of combat experience under her belt, this was the farthest someone had pushed her save the fight against Walker. Even then, in that fight all she was capable of was gathering energy until she could even come close to hurting the powerful bio android. This put far more stress on her body.
Below them Plato pulled out a strange purple crystal, perhaps a catalyst for one of his strange techniques? Unsure of his goal as she watched him bite into the hard object, her eyes widened as his energy level surged and his injuries healed. She should have kept up her offensive.
Renewed and invigorated the King returned his attention to her and her companions. Unlike before, when his voice shifted back and forth between the one she knew and the one that belonged to this Savitair, the two almost seemed mixed. His power may have surged with the ingestion of that crystal, but it leveled out slightly lower than before. Were the two now one within him? Had that crystal done this or was it a result of his loss of control? She couldn’t know for sure.
Regardless of which entity was in control, the intent was clear, he wished to continue the fight. The Majin expected nothing less and when he came for her, she was ready…except he didn’t come for her. Instead he rushed for Meridia, the demon still off to the side as the dark sphere between her horns crackled with power.
Meridia who observed the aggressive assault of her Commander maintained her position through it all. Energy levels rising, she planned to unleash her attack at the perfect time. When Plato was distracted or exhausted from his exchanges with Shemha, which is when she would strike. It wasn’t an honorable tactic, but she had her orders. This conflict was to be ended. Aware of the gap between her and this shape shifting creature she knew range was the best tactic…but what was she to do when he chose to come at her?
Clenching her jaw as she prepared to take the shot and try to maintain her charge, a red blur moved between her and the King.
Arms crossed, Shemha was there to meet the rising strike. Still tired from the last energy packed punch she threw, she wasn’t about to let him target down her allies. Pushed through the air by the force of the blow, the Majin stopped just short of bumping into the armored female. Arms dropped to her sides she leveled a glare at Plato.
”I already told you…you’re not to lay a hand on them. They only assist me because I have no more time to waste.” Shema clarified. Before she offered him the chance to have an honorable end, surrender and set his people on the best path to safety, but he refused. Now, he was outnumbered and she planned to use whatever means at her disposal to make sure this ended quickly. Honor aside, her Empire needed her.
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Shemha
Shemha defends Meridia but for now has to conserve her energy.
No tech used - +1 KP
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Meridia
Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
Meridia has begun to charge [MP3]Black Sun, 200% this turn, 300% next turn.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jul 3, 2017 19:52:15 GMT
Purika thought for sure his attack would succeed, but— surprise, it didn't. Instead the Konatsian King, Plato, shouted out the name of his technique, 'Dark Eyes', which resulted in his body turning into smoke. Purika frowned and growled as he kept going, halting himself in the air and putting himself down near Shemha. He quickly spun around, crouching down on the ground. He had to get a breath of air and let himself recover a bit too, but his senses were still on high alert.
He had no need for increasing his strength now, since anything he would do until he gained sufficient energy would be near useless. His expanded muscles shrunk back down to normal size, his golden form still remaining. The super saiyan form was putting strain on his body, but he had to keep it up. He quickly looked back up towards Plato, seeing a ruined figure. Purika wondered— how did that happen to him?
He was the enemy though— which meant he'd show no mercy. His head tilted over to Shemha when she spoke, nodding in response to her statement. When he got enough ki back, he planned on trying to kill that bastard again. Then he turned his head towards his majin comrade, his ki still being sensible and not having dropped which meant he was still alive. That was good. Purika raised his hand towards the majin, using his telekinetic abilities to lift his body up and drop it near him in case he needed to defend him. The majin did the same for him, even when it was not needed.
Now he focused on Plato, being the only one to keep an eye on. Blue would be fine as long as he kept an eye on Plato. Purika rose to his feet as he watched Plato bite into a large crystal, which resulted in all his injuries being healed. The armor that once left him only a moment ago had returned as his aura burst out around him, but he was weaker than before. Unlike Purika, when he healed from his injuries he got stronger. But Plato, he'd gotten weaker.
He readied himself when he heard Plato's distorted voice when he spoke out, talking to Shemha. Had him and his beast fused together to become one? The king spoke badly about him before glaring at him. Purika returned the glare, speaking himself. "I'm not a minion, and I'll make this clear, I refuse to hide from you and I will NEVER do so.", Purika said. He took his battle stance just in case Plato decided to come for him after that statement, but he did otherwise. He headed straight for his ally, Meridia.
He prepared to move in to intercept Plato's attack so that Meridia could continue charging her attack, but Shemha beat him to it. He couldn't hear what she said over there, but she saw her lips moving. Now, he started to feel his ki replenishing.
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Post by Plato on Jul 3, 2017 20:01:09 GMT
He swung out trying to connect with the Armored Demon with a powerful uppercut however Shemha had gotten in the way. He growled as she spoke through enraged eyes, "I once Protected others it made me we...weak...no it made me...." He struggled to puzzle what he wanted to say with Savitair and him ripping at each other for control of his body. "I turned my back on them against overwhelming strength, the strength of a god that now you dare entangle in your body he was mine to kill!" Plato was going down the spiral he couldn't even think straight even more. He was consumed by Savitair, rage and sadness that stricken his very soul and pulled him under the pool. Perhaps it was because of fear of another Death but Savitair called himself to the surface pushing Plato away. "I'm going to take care of this." He yelled as he took in a deep breath cleaning his ears. "Me I’ve always been the for the solo, alone fighting with my own strength. Plato wanted to fight with Honor perhaps because he thought he could change all the things he did because of me." He smirked at Shemha as if letting off everything crass and evil Plato has done was all his doing. It really wasn't but like Savitair cared he feed off Plato's rage and rage around him. He could take control with all the anger exuding off the Majin and the others. He hoped they keep it going so Plato would just be some distant memory. He wanted to kill them all, crush them to dust. The Majin seemed to want to protect her allies and the use that to crush her. Plato had been too stupid to get the job done now it was his turn.
He raised his hand Fire flying off aimed at Merdia to stop her Charge as a cage would attempt to form right around her. He'd hope the Majin would be at least turn her gaze to see what the attack was for before he went on the offense swinging his knee out to connect with the Majin gut before he'd try to grab the tendril attached to her head to pull her forward and slam his head into her head. Being covered in the Thick Carapace he was not bothered by slamming one's head together but he doubted the Majin would be so keen on being head-butted. However After those first attack he'd leap back pulling his arm back, "Shall i describe what i am to you. Perhaps your learn the Birth your race birth Plato and I learned so much when we plunder that castle. We are the Phantom Majin and you’re the Majin probley because your race is nothing but some copy of our race or maybe it the other way around i couldn't tell." He shrugged before pulling his arm back as one eye laid on the hurt Purika. He wondered if the Majin would take the attack for her hurt friend. Oh the Irony of it all the Majin Commander who they thought cared for no one. So noble she was to put her life to protect them. However, he saw a new opportunity with the enraged saiyan. He gained a wide smirk as he yelled at the saiyan, “You refuse to hide huh what are you doing standing over there. I thought your race had pride but you’re too soft and weak to be a saiyan. Maybe you’re just a human with some hair jell to make your hair spikey.” Savitair said smirking at the saiyan before turning back. “So fine if you’re a coward I don’t hold it against you but sitting over there only proves me point.” Savitair rushed forward again pulling his arm back, “So shall we dance you overgrow Bubblegum.” He swung his fists out a barrage of fists aimed mainly at her gut to try and throw her asunder. He was more focused on pulling them into close range that was how he’d destroy them all. When they all got close enough to be killed with his fists. He’d have to pull the armored demon somehow maybe after losing her charge she would charge in break him down. That would be the perfect for him. For now he would drag the easier prey over.
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Hell's Memory (Su1)
Plato slams 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. (Used on Merdia to stop her Charge)
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Post by Shemha on Jul 4, 2017 0:27:53 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 hissed as the infernal cage sprung to life around her. Before Plato used the same technique on Shemha, but the demon was far too distracted to see. Even if she had witnessed the strange skill, would she have been able to avoid it?
At first she attempted to maintain her energy, enduring the searing flame the best she could. Even for her though,a creature accustomed to fire, the intensity of the flaming cage was too great. Gathered energy abandon the sphere between her horns flickered before it disappeared with a strange pop as the attack short circuited. Backwards she shot through the air, bursting from her fiery prison.
As a result of her escape, charred lines crisscross her armor, the heavy metal barely able to handle the strange technique. In the air a short distance from where she was moments before, she looked to see Plato engaged with Shemha once more.
Unable to defend her friend against his disruptive technique, she met the King head on instead. Both arms crossed dropped low, taking the kneed intended for her belly across the forearms. Guard dropped she fed right into what the monster planned, his hand latching around the long tendril that hung from atop her head. With a powerful jerk he drove their foreheads together.
Shemha blinked as their heads connected, eyes watering as her durable forehead met his armored one. Like the rest of her the flesh was soft and far stronger then it looked, but there was no denying that made her world spin for a second. Thankful to be separated from him afterwards, a shake of her head cleared her thoughts.
”Our origins do not matter here! All that matters it that you stand in my way!” She shot back as he rushed towards her once more. Unafraid and unrelenting at this point, she met him head on.
His barrage clashed against her own, thunderous collisions between the two of them as various appendages met one another. Fist met fists, kicks met legs and elbows met open palms. Locked with him in close combat, the Commander showed no signs of backing down.
The lightning fast exchange carried on for mere seconds, but dozens of strikes were shared between the two. Aware this sort of combat would get her no where, Shemha launched herself backwards. Well out of normal range as she put space between them, a snap of her neck sent the long tendril he grab before snapping forward to try and latch around hit throat. If she connected, the extra limb began to constrict, cutting of the monsters air. No matter how big he was, the creature needed to breathe.
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Shemha
No technique used, +1 KP!
KP: 2/3
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Nocturna Active: PL - 2,269,072
Meridia gets stunned and loses her charged energy!
KP: 3/3
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Post by Purika on Jul 4, 2017 1:10:16 GMT
Purika observed Plato and Shemha while they were having their conversation. When would they start fighting? Purika's question was answered, but not completely since Plato did not attack Shemha, but Meridia instead. A cage of flames formed around Meridia, Purika having sensed that her charge had been dropped. Even if Plato managed to stop her charge, it was only a minor setback. He stood, ready for battle and regaining ki as Plato yelled out to him.
What Plato said caused him to grin and laugh. "You're not too bright are you?", he yelled out. "Im regaining energy so I can DESTROY you, and I can show you better than I can tell you that I am no human or a coward.", he said, finishing off his statement. His eyes concentrated on Plato as his grin widened. Purika clearly proved that he was not afraid of him, having prepared himself to fight him before Shemha arrived. He didn't back down or run.
Purika assumed he'd be dead by the time Shemha arrived on the scene by use of a ship, but she arrived on the scene early by using one of her new tricks. Purika almost had all of his ki back now, it was time to go back on the assault. He looked out of the corner of his eye at blue, he was sure he'd be fine. Purika crouched down before quickly launching himself forward Plato as Shemha attempted to grab him by the throat.
"I have enough ki to defend against anything he'd throw against me now, so im going to help.", he telepathically messaged Shemha. He headed straight for Plato's back, ki flaring around his forearms before forming sharp blades of crimson ki. He reeled one arm back and held one forward, waiting until he got close to Plato to shoot it forward towards him. He aimed right for the back.
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