'Ave A Whack!

[Thread PL 17,488 - Heavy Weights 1/4 PL(4372 PL)]

A warrior floated above the plains, his cloak billowing around him. Underneath him the quiet plains spread across the land, a peaceful place. His silver ki flared up, shooting through the sky. His unbridled rage filled him, his memory of the demons masquerading namekians having destroyed the warrior caste's homes. His fists clenched, his anger rising. He had to do as much damage as possible, to hurt the Mazoku and other beasts like them as much as possible. He would be the vessel for his friends' rage, taking it out on any who seek to hurt his people. As he flew, he saw a few specks on the ground before him. He sped up, his silver aura intensifying as he accelerated rapidly. His cloak was billowing in the wind as he flew, underneath it his warrior caste gi showing his leadership and membership of the warrior caste. Built into his cloak was now a set of weights, allowing him to contain his strength and train better. It allowed two purposes, to train, as well as to hide is allegiance to the warrior caste. With the Mazoku ruling, he had to be careful. He would strike from the shadows, eliminating any who he could.

As he got closer, the specks revealed themselves to be three people. Two namekians, seeming to be of the warrior caste, and a seven foot tall creature. His eyes narrowed, disgusted. It was no namekian, and it obviously had no good intention. The seven foot tall man stood, some sort of club within his hand. His demeanor seemed cocky, as if he didn't know the former warrior caste leader was about to arrive. But no, he had to keep his presence down. If the Mazoku learned he had returned, he might be a target. He slowed down as he floated above the three, not noticed yet. He closed his yes, bringing his ki together into one spot inside of him. He brought his conscious together, spiraling together to gather every ounce of ki in his body together. His hands moved slowly, until finally they came together. His ki stopped moving for a moment, barely a fraction of a second, when he tore them apart. His body seemed to vibrate rapidly in place, before phasing apart. Where there was once one silver warrior, now floated two, in the same cloak. One smashed to the ground between the group, making his presence known. They had just began moving in a circle, oblivious to the namekian above him until now. He stared at the demon, his cloak billowing around himself, his silver ki flaring.

[UT1]Multiform used! Two bodies, each at 2186 pl. KP at 2/3

"Get out of here. I can take care of this guy." He stood as the namekians shot into the sky, fleeing as they knew they couldn't do anything to help. Paengi was still ready however, to move in case the demon attacked them. If the demon were to move to do such a thing, Paengi would be ready to move to deflect any shot, before grabbing them and lobbing them away from the battle.

He stood facing the demon once more, ready to fight. "You can give up now, your time is over. I am the wrath of my people, under constant threat and oppression. I am the vessel for their vengeance, not letting any injustice gone unpunished. I am a ghost, nonexistent besides my silver flare annihilating my foes. I, am the silver spectre." His silver energy blasted from himself, before he shot forward. His fist would move to him, when suddenly a leg would sweep underneath the demon from. Due to multiform, while he was talking, his other self had snuck behind the demon. Hopefully he would be able to use this surprise to either hit him with both forms, or if he dodged the fist the surprise leg would easily knock him down.

The blue beast seemed to easily flick his club up from the ground, weighing it easily in his hands.  Specks of dirt shot up with it, the battlefield of the quiet plains beneath them much more torn up from their commotion. "Don' make me come after ya!" the man said, specks of spit landing on the torn up grass beneath him. Paengi started his speech, however he didn't seem impressed. " 'Ere we goes." Paengi frowned while talking, hoping his speech would had have a better effect. However, the reception to the speech wasn't what mattered, it was the distraction that allowed him to dash forward, the foe not expecting the sudden punch and the leg sweep his other self had snuck behind him to use. Paengi smirked, maybe this was going to be easier than he thought. When he could do so well against a foe that couldn't stand a chance against him in his vastly reduced state, then he could afford the cockiness he never allowed himself. This was no god, it was a simple man. He thought all this, allowing his opponent to maneuver himself into a more strategic position. He could've moved to stop him, but it was more fair this was.


"Yeah well," the main started, a blue energy seeming to rise above him. Paengi's cockiness diminished slightly, as the residual energy heated the surrounding area. Maybe this man was stronger than an average person. His fists rose, preparing himself as he watched the air mix with the aura. "Me is jus' Gogmagog. Gog for short. Me is gonna whack ya silly," he said as suddenly two skeletal arms tore themselves out of the beast's body. His stomach dropped, the sight of the appendages tearing through flash upsetting his gut as the man suddenly smashed his club down towards Paengi. His eyes went wide, his fists in a position to parry a punch, not a downward swing. He kicked his feet against the ground, up heaving grass and dirt as he shot backwards, too late however. The club, though slow, took Paengi by surprise and smashed down upon his skull. He crumpled to the ground, his vision flashing black momentarily as he rolled on the ground away from Gog. He groaned, his hand placing itself on the stub where his missing antenna had once been. A bruise seemed to be swelling in the namekian skull, as Paengi tried pushing himself off the ground. He knew there wouldn't be time to disrobe, throwing off the weighted cloak he had fashioned recently. The opponent would take any chance to attack if he knew what he was doing, and taking off the heavy weights would give such an opportunity. Instead, he pushed his hands against the now loose soil, the vibrations of the two's(three's) power disturbing the ground, as he rolled backwards to attempt to avoid any other blows and distance himself from the foe.

Form two had already tensed up as form one was attacked, however Paengi was too distracted to make good use out of his other self. He mentally slapped himself, he needed to use the advantage. With his foe now possessing two sets of arms, the battlefield was much more even. Form two dashed forwards, his leg smashing against the ground so the reacting force would propel Paengi into the air, flipping on the other side of Gog as he landed with the destruction of more of the terrain. Gog would be forced to turn to face form two, or continue watching form one to prevent him from attacking. Irregardless, he would have to make a choice and face the consequences of not seeing both his foes with a back to the one. If he attempted to move once more, placing himself in either direction to make it easier to see, that would give form two the chance to attack. He waited, insuring the man didn't move. If he would move, Paengi would dash forwards, attacking to make sure he couldn't. If he stayed still, Paengi would wait for form one to begin standing up, as form two then dashed forwards.

Form two ran fast, his feet barely touching the ground as he launched himself at his foe. Once he got close he would slide in on the ground, his foot leading to knock him down. He needed to use his two advantages in his fight to ensure his victory. The first was his multiform, it being extremely difficult to fight two foes at once despite the four arms. With multiform, Paengi's two forms could move much more independently than two sets of arms, and he had much more control over them too. The only foreseeable problem was if his concentration was split too much, in which case it would be extremely difficult to fight from the two bodies. His second advantage, was his speed. When the club had arced downwards at form one, it had only been with surprise that he had been able to be hit. The weapon was not a finesse weapon, using brute strength instead. If he could avoid the club with his speed, he would be fine but if Gog found anyway to press the advantage then he the club would do major damage, both to his body and to his concentration.

F1(Form 1) KP- no action taken, 3/3
F2(Form 2) KP- no action taken, 3/3

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Form two slid forward, successfully swiping his leg underneath the foe. He rolled away, ready for any counter attack. Instead, a blue energy seemed to collect around the beast, as he breathed. Paengi watched, curious, taken out of the battle when suddenly a fist smashed into the ground. The man began floating, a covering of blue ki surrounding him. Paengi watched wide eyed, the air seeming to heat up and crackle as energy filled the air. Muscles began bulging, growing rapidly as the man became incredibly bulky. He felt his stomach drop, knowing full well that while before each multiform was about as individually as strong as the foe, now it was another story. Both forms gulped, getting into a defensive pose. He still couldn't attack both of him, and that meant if he attacked he would punish him for it. Instead of going for action right away, instead his foe began powering up even more. Blue energy collected, forming slowly into a floating sphere. The air around it seemed to crackle, the power massive. Paengi frowned, wondering how he was capable of such strength. Before he hadn't been hard to fight, but now? He was genuinely worried. As he grew stronger and stronger, he seemed to glow even more, his power hanging off of him. Finally he stopped, and the sphere began morphing into something else. It grew less perfect, lines turning into fingers as the orb was now a floating fist made of pure energy. Form two watched as the fist seemed to aim at him, the air itself rippling for the intensity. With that kind of power, he stood no chance of dodging it or deflecting it. He only had one choice.

Form one launched himself, shooting at form two as fast as he could. At the same time, the fist shot forwards. Form two closed his eyes, collecting his ki inside of him. The swirling mass of silver spun rapidly, pulling it all into one spot. With that he threw it out in every direction, seeming to pull his body apart as his body dissolved into ki. In his mind, he held the balls of ki representing his forms, before smashing them together. At the same time, his form diving at himself met with his other form, the ki reuniting into one body. Paengi was now at a quarter of his power instead of two eighths. All within a single moment. He looked up at the fist soaring towards him, his entire body numb as he still was nowhere near the power to beat it. He closed his eyes, having already figured this. He let his ki flow through his body, as he channeled his inner strength. He screamed as a silver flare surrounded him, his body growing suddenly. He wasn't simply stretching individual limbs like he usually could, he was stretching his entire body. His body suddenly shot outwards, his form growing. There was no time to dodge.

With mere moments before the fist hit him, he went even deeper in his mind to gather his power. Every ounce, every burst of silver aura in his body, was brought out. The silver ki around him flowed on his body, collecting on his fists. He looked up at the fist, a fraction of a second away, as he moved. His fists were a blur, as he attacked with everything he had. A pummel of ki enhanced tore through the attack, and his body continued. With the leftover ki from the attack, he flew at Gog, ready to beat him with his barrage of attacks.

[UT]Multiform used- all of Pae's power is in one body now, equaling 4372 power level.
Great Namek trans used! Pae's body grows, as his power is now equal to 21860 power level.
[MP3]Super Silver Chimera Rush! Done with damage equivalent of 21,860 pl, it attacks Gog's attack. 21,860 beats 17,000 by approximately 4.1 k, which is the amount done to gog. Three KP used

KP- 0/3
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Paengi's fists pummeled into the demon's chest, his silver aura crackling with power. With each punch his fists seemed to bury themselves deeper into his foes chest. He felt a small rush, the feeling of one with power winning a fight. He let a small smirk appear on his face as he continued his blows, punching harder. A small cracking noise accustomed the feeling of his fist meeting bone, the bone breaking before him. He felt a satisfaction at the sound of the ribs, before he moved on. He felt his energy depleting, as his fists smashed into the opponents face a few times before finally, he floated by the foe, his elbow above his head cocked for action, he slammed it down. He watched the demon seem to give up, launching himself backwards to the ground instead of resisting his attack. He grinned momentarily, no guilt from beating the monstrous beast anywhere inside of him, as he floated down. Even with the weights weighing him down, constantly draining his power and limiting his attacks, when using his full reservoir of power he could beat this foe. His whole demeanor seemed different, the rush of power getting to his head. He was exhilarated, defending Namek and crushing the spirit of a possible future threat to his people. His body stood straight up, confidences displaying throughout his body.

The beast seemed to stay standing however, not backing down. He watched, the man standing, visibly shaking as his face was almost torn to shreds. Paengi felt a twinge of doubt, as he watched blood seem to ooze from the man. All along his face was beat horribly, blood coming out slowly. His eyes bulged, their size increasing seemingly, no doubt an injury. His gut dropped, his cocky attitude seeming to melt away. Sweat came down on his forehead as he was bombarded with an unexpected feeling- guilt. Paengi wanted to throw up; he was feeling such a way for a demon? Sure, the man had surely been looking for a fight which Paengi definitely brought to him, but had he gone too far? He shook his head, trying to clear these damned thoughts but couldn't help but feel sick about how he felt pounding his fists into his chest. His whole life after that night at the lake had been about avoiding power- it was a curse, a sickening one, allowing one to do things like this with no remorse. He was a warrior, but had he gone too far? Both men seemed to be exhausted, pushed to the edge of their prowess, but the demon was in obviously worse condition. Now only had the leftovers of Paengi's attack after the blast hit him, but he seemed to have put every once of strength in his body into that attack, possibly pulling even more than his body could actually contain. Now they both stood, Paengi obviously much more powerful. Was it time for mercy?

"Me is gon' tell you secret," the beast said, his hands touching the red blood on his face, before slowly moving across his face and chest. Paengi felt almost sickened at the blood being spread across his body, somehow different than simply injuries. "You is da' first 'un to survive that. An' you ain't even 'urt," he continued before breaking out into laughter, before his entire body seemed to be twisted with pain. He seemed to slowly stabilize his breathing as Paengi's eyes widened. First to survive? How many namekians- he couldn't even finish the thought as his fists clenched. All guilt was gone- instead only shame for enjoying his power. Some people deserved mercy, some demons and aliens might not even be so bad, but that didn't mean he was. "So, is ya' gon' give up now? Or is me gon' 'ave to beat you some mores?" the blue man said, somehow confident. Paengi's mouth turned into a frown. How much was this guy willing to take? "Give up now beast," he said making sure to add malice, "you can surrender. I'd advise it."

Instead, the man responded with a surprise to Paengi.
"Ah ya know what? Me is jus' gon' beat ya instead." Paengi's muscles tensed up, his body furious at the audacity of him. Was there something going on here? Perhaps he was capable of much greater power, and he was waiting for Paengi to overextend himself before revealing it. He nodded, now sure that was the strategy. How else could one be so confident in the face of obvious defeat? His now large body changed into a defensive pose, waiting patiently for an attack. Immediately Mog fulfilled his wish. With a small feat of destruction to some grass below his feet, the blue demon was flying at him. The club came to his side, obviously telegraphing his attack now. Paengi would have smirked if not for the fact that he as emotionless right now, no feeling of pride or guilt. As the club slammed forwards, powerful but slow, the silver warrior disappeared off the ground. Instead he now floated above him. It was time to teach a lesson. Paengi's arm cocked back, before stretching downwards extremely fast, smashing into the ground. A tiny tremor would hopefully make it so he could understand the silver warrior's power, as suddenly he repeatedly punched around the foe. He wouldn't let him escape.

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Paengi watched as his fists pummeled into the already weakened foe, already drained of all his energy before the namekian pounded him into the ground. Suddenly the beast seemed to change, his anger bringing out his last reservoir of power. The four arms on his back begun working at once, desperately moving to barely parry his attacks. He frowned as suddenly the other pair came at him. His eyes widened, filled with surprise as one pair grabbed. He gawked, unable to believe the nerve of him, when suddenly the other pair wrapped around him. He struggled, four arms fighting him as he grappled with his opponent. Suddenly Gog did something completely unexpected- bit him. Paengi screamed, taken by shock at the surprisingly high amount of pain especially with him not preparing for it, ready to take it in stride. He felt the demonic teeth sink through his flesh, seeming to rend a chunk out of him. His eyes blazed with fury, as he decided it was time to finish it.

Paengi's large form began to shake, drawing upon the last draws of energy he had begun to recover. Suddenly the silver flare appeared around him, seeming so strong that the air itself was almost on fire. He shot upwards, Gog still attached, as the air crackled and popped from the extreme heat. Extreme power could do so much, but even his small amount was enough to do such unnatural things. He shot higher into the sky, the ground barely visible making sure his opponent stayed with him. His face recoiled as he wondered if that was burning flesh he smelled. Finally, he reached the peak of his flight. His fists pulled all the energy from his body, smashing itself in his foe in an attempt to loosen him. Paengi would then grab him, and turn his entire body around so they were facing the ground. He smiled at the foe, the chunk of flesh still missing, and whispered. "I told you to give up. Now you learn what it's like to face the warrior caste."

The two seemed to stop hovering slowly falling before Paengi's ki flared slightly. Suddenly they began accelerating faster, the ground quickly visible. Soaring to the ground at inhuman speeds, the result would hurt both of them, but Mog so much more. He would convince the demon that Namek was no place to mess with. Falling faster and faster, they broke terminal velocity as his ki pushed them past it. The air around them screamed, as a loud blast echoed throughout the rolling plains. He grimaced, preparing to brace for impact. The ground seemed to fly at them at inhuman speeds, when they collided.

From a distance, one could seem a small speck hit the ground. After that, the ground for a large distance would seem to up heave itself, the massive shock from the crash sending an explosion throughout the battlefield. Specks of dirt rained down from the sky, the ground itself seeming to be more in the air than rooted in the ground. If there was a groundskeeper, which there wasn't due to the quiet plains massive size, then he would have been furious at the absolute destruction the fight had caused. A single green hand hit the ground, before an other followed it as the man pushed himself up. He groaned, his entire body wracked with pain, before green ooze starting flowing as flesh reappeared wherever he was injured. He stood up now, coughing with pain, not sure where his foe was. That was one hell of a way to teach someone a lesson. Before flying off, his silver aura covering him, he said one thing.

"Next time," he said before taking a breath. "Don't fuck with the warrior caste."

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gogmagog
Used silver chimera fist for 7287 pl, to remove Gog from himself before grabbing him once more and slamming the two into the ground. Attempting to exit the thread. I'll take pl, and had HW on the whole time. Awesome thread!