Zefonse
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Post by Zefonse on Nov 30, 2014 6:25:27 GMT
How long has this man walked for what seemed like hours on end to cross this place on foot, with the harshness of an sandstrom rushing down around him. He walked with no troubles, not even in this forsaken sandstrom slowed his walking pace. Two years ago he would of been nothing more than a grain of sand in the desert, a mere mortal. However two years ago, he just had awoken to this new age, unaware of how much time has truly passed for him. This man is fairly muscular. On his face, he usually carries the same expression even with the most shocking of news: a stoic, yet determined look that transmits fear to others around him. His slate violet near red eyes and long black hair to his neck, which he keeps up in intricate black ornament with a red line on it, it holds no purpose other than part of the overall design flow for his outfit. He wears a highly customized set of armor based around many themes and custom of eastern culture. The colors red is the strongest themed color in the armor, while follow by black, than grey, with yellow and orange as well in the design. These colors while might have no meanings to those today, to the wearer, these colors have special meanings.
It has been day’s since he started this forsaken walk in this desert. He had no supplies, yet he did not need such things, it would only weigh him down further. He needed to travel this world, grain by grain, even if it meant risking his life. With each step, he felt the world move, as if a heart bite. However why would this man travel like this. The dryness in the air, the sharpness of the world around him as he dared walk, his body was stagnant between trying to get a grasp of the situation, and figuring out himself. A former king, whose kingdom existed so long ago, that it existed before Kami made the dragon balls. A foolish king this man was, his desire to find the dragon that existed in the center of the Earth, to gain a wish for something so trivial that even himself forgot what it would have been. Now he only regrets that his kingdom had fallen, and was forgotten by time itself. It still felt raw, and surreal such a thing had happen to him. Dying so long ago, his body twisted and turn into what is now, and to him, it felt like a bitter dream. Such ironic punishment, that he was banished from death itself, unable to pass on and be reborn. This was his fate, to him reborn more powerful than anything from his time. However reawaken into an age where this power would be meaningless, maybe it was fitting for a king who left his people?
As he moved across the sand, drifting, fighting the storm of merciless sand, he could help but start to hum a song, the very folk song that his kingdom had made, the Hymn Of Proof. It was a gentle melody of memories long past. Trying to avert his eye’s from the sand, but unable to see anything more than a few feet in front of him. However a grain of sand had made impact to his eyes. This cause him to blink just once. While the blink may have lasted no longer than a tenth of a second, for 0.1 seconds he was cut off from any visual information, but in a place such as this would called a fatal mistake. When they opened again, a honking beast of metal and steel was heading towards him at alarming speeds. Unable to move out of the way, he stood his ground, as the large truck transport hit him at high speeds. What happens when a object makes impact with an unmovable force? It caused the truck to flip high in the air, becoming a twist ordeal of metal, and stone when it made impact with the earth below. Quickly this man removed his blade out of habit, as if attacked, and turning around to see people laying around him. Without wasting even a slight breath, he went over to their aid, but they were unconscious. One of the men, was badly wound, and blood gushing out, covering this man in blood. Without even noticing, blood now drips off his blade, as if he harmed the human. Another man crawled towards him, and grabbed his leg. “Wh-wh- ughh” before passing out again covering the swordsmen in more blood. Such bitterness, but one has to deal with such tragic affairs “Such a tragic business” is what he said out loud, not knowing it can taken the wrong way, however he had no idea how thing’s had change. Adjusting himself upward and turning around, just as the sandstorm stopped, he glanced in a certain direction, at the same time picking up his sword. Feeling a powerful being was nearby, this was known as Ki sensing the ability to sense the location, life force, and power level of anyone; the stronger and closer the enemy, the more powerful the sensation. Also, if a ki is very powerful, it can be sensed from afar by people who are trained to sense energy, however to him, it was more akin to instinct.
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Kadbra
Rising Soul
PL: 23,827; Demonic Will (x3): 71,481 Makyo (x8) 190,616; Items: Heavy Weights (3,144.5 | 9,433.5 | 25,156); One-Use Space Pod; Black Great Sword; Senzu Bean 1; Zeni: 404
Tag: @kadbra
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Post by Kadbra on Dec 3, 2014 0:36:31 GMT
It had not been long since the day Kadbra fought his new-found rival - as such, he was still quite grumpy and irrationally angry, which was really quite the opposite to normal. Today, a sandstorm swiped through the desert he called his home - as a superpowered being, the sand didn't cause him too many problems, as he was sitting on a large stone pillar rising up out of the shifting, hot sands, in a meditative pose - on both knees, fully sitting down, the large blade on the ground in front of him, on the naked, rough stone. His arms were held in a crossed fashion before his chest, the eyes closed, and his face in deep concentration. The only thing that differentiated the meditating demon from a statue was the dark-natured, heavy Ki right around him - as he was currently focusing his energies inward, he did not give off much pressure towards the outside world. Still enough to be found, for sure, but not enough to seem like much of a threat to anyone. Kadbra was mostly meditating to get his rage and negative disposition under control - normally, he was a very positive and nice person, but the last fight riled up his inner beast quite a bit. The heat in the desert wasn't as bad today, partially because of the raging sandstorm - that helped him concentrate. Sadly, his meditation was cut short when his sensitive, pointy ears heard an explosion in the distance. Immediately, his thoughts went to his enemy, and how he blew up harmless humans - and as fast as he could, Kadbra grabbed his blade from the ground and dashed towards the direction of the explosion in the distance, struggling to see correctly through the thick sand. The demon let his full aura run wild - black, oppressive power made to dominate the weak, typical demonic Ki. If his sworn enemy returned for another fight, he'd gladly take him up on it. While flying, the tall demon made sure to secure his sword on his back, where he generally kept it when not meditating, training or sleeping.
The scene before Kadbra was grizzly indeed - a wrecked transport vehicle, many hurt humans... and the perpetrator, his blade still with fresh blood on it. The already aggressive aura around Kadbra spiked up even more, with a loud, bestial roar from the demon that made him sound like a savage monster, his black and yellow eyes shining in a bright light that they only took on whenever he was completely absorbed in rage. Perhaps it was the raw Ki he expelled in hatred, perhaps it was simply a whim of nature, but just as the sandstorm stopped, Kadbra rushed at the person carrying a blood-stained sword, throwing a punch with his dominant, left hand towards the face of this strange, human-looking man with the stoic face, to both hurt him and to push him away from the humans he was trying to murder. Kadbra would not fail again! He'd save these people, and crush this murderer right here and right now!
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Zefonse
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PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on Dec 10, 2014 19:44:04 GMT
The swordsmen gripped his handle tighter than before, as if a slow rage was building up inside. This pressure that was moving towards himself at alarming speed. He had to collect himself after causing this accident. In that moment he had a desire to keep everyone alive that were unconscious among the ground. But this desire was not overflowing from a simple idea such as hope. It was the lone act of his own heart, that had fallen in quiet rage. Gathering the tiniest single infinitesimally small seed of courage in the depths of his mistake. Perhaps it would of been easier for him to die on that day so long ago. However now he has a purpose to defend even if it is a basic desire now. Adjusting his grip to a more balanced style, and his footing to give him a better stance. What appeared before him, shook him at his core, yet he did not waver or showed any signs of fear. What stood before him was a demon, a being of legend for his people that vanished so long ago. For the swordsmen he would only remember them to be killers of the innocent, monsters that needed to be cut down. He felt the raw power of this being rage leaking off, as if he wanted to murder everyone, and everything before him. But before he could react, the demon rushed towards him at high speeds, using what appears to be a powerful punch like attack. He had no time to waste, but not enough to make use of the distance. To make up for that fact he also lunged towards the demon, to match his speed at least. Taking the punch dead center in his heart, this would have normally knocked a mere mortal into a fine red mist, but the swordsmen not only stood, but endured the pain, without even wavering the moment. The swordsmen lifted his own blade into the air with his right hand, while leaning towards the left to ease off the demon fist. And the moment he eased off, he sliced down, but not towards the demon, but towards the very sand underneath them instead, to create a torrent of sand to launch towards the beast. And at the same time, adjusting his left side of his body to use this quick burst of speed, and try to form a stance of Wing Chun. Wing Chun practitioners believe that the person with better body structure will win. A correct Wing Chun stance is like a piece of bamboo, firm but flexible, rooted but yielding. This structure is used to either deflect external forces or redirect them.
Balance is related to structure because a well-balanced body recovers quicker from stalled attacks and structure is maintained. Wing Chun trains the awareness of one's own body movement derived from muscular, tendon, and articular sources. This sudden stance change in that mere moment, to make a counter attack at this range, and to attack the swordsmen went to strike with a vertical fist straight. The vertical punch is the most basic and fundamental in Wing Chun and is thrown with the elbow down and in front of the body, the swordsmen had his fist swiveled at the wrist so when on the point of impact that the bottom of his knuckles are thrusted forward adding power to the punch at maximum extension. To make use of this distance the swordsmen attack won't end there, this attack, if connected would suddenly become a quick succession in a “straight blast” or "chain punching". When executed correctly, it can be used as a disorienting finisher. The goal was to disorient the demon off his balance with non lethal blows, and to hopefully open up the demon guard for the swordsmen to use his real lethal attack.
Using a small movement with his leg, he would perform a high powered kick,which would aim below the waist on the demon at this range. This kick is usually used as a finisher at closer range, targeting anywhere between the ribs and the back of the knee, this kick would carry enough power to send beings flying at high speed. Even if this doesn't end the demon life, it would at least make a powerful distance from the humans behind the swordsmen, even if it didn't connect the swordsmen would need to try to make the demon follow him. With a sharp, and harsh breath, the swordsmen spoke for the first time “Is this all you're capable of? A being who can’t even get to them.” He spoke without knowing the demon's true nature, a being who may have just been misguided. Raising his blade once more, and now wielding it in both hands, and adjusting his stance to ready himself for the next onslaught of attacks “ I’m known as Zefonse, even a demon as low as you, deserve some honor.” Zefonse now ready’s his blade, and his mind for the demon before him. What shall happen now? Two beings misguided by a miscommunication shall clash in this sea of sand, and stone.
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Kadbra
Rising Soul
PL: 23,827; Demonic Will (x3): 71,481 Makyo (x8) 190,616; Items: Heavy Weights (3,144.5 | 9,433.5 | 25,156); One-Use Space Pod; Black Great Sword; Senzu Bean 1; Zeni: 404
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Post by Kadbra on Dec 19, 2014 0:35:05 GMT
Kadbra let out a surprised growl as his attack was met half-way, a small distance away from the hurt humans. He wanted to confirm their conditions, since he was unable to feel life-forces or energy at all - he needed to use his normal senses for that. And this monster, this enemy... blocked his way. The bestial growl from the back of Kadbra's throat turned into a deep, menacing howl as his attack hit, seemingly not doing much to impress his newest opponent. But that wasn't enough to quell the rage within the blue demon, who was still emitting a menacing black aura around himself. No normal being would've just taken a punch straight to the heart from Kadbra without even taking any real notice - whatever he was fighting was strong.
The stranger lifted his blade, and Kadbra reared backwards, getting ready to pull his own oversized sword to block the attack - but instead of a direct swing with the blade, sand was kicked up straight into Kadbra's face. Not a very nice battle tactic, but certainly effective - If he didn't have such good reflexes, then the next punch would've been a clear hit against the demon. Thankfully, he noticed the fast moving attack just in time to get his chin slightly out of the way, otherwise, that punch alone would've put him into serious trouble. Even just a scratch from that punch was enough to draw blood - and if he didn't move fast, he'd get much more than just a scratch, seeing how the next attack was already on the way. With a quick focus of concentration, Kadbra shot himself into the air, beginning to concentrate energy within his head, and mainly, his eyes. The 'black glow' - or rather, the rate at which the eyes swallowed the light around them - began to intensify, as the yellow light of his irises disappeared into the black whirlpools of energy on his face. Kadbra didn't actually fly far into the sky - just high enough so the fist of the enemy swordsman could no longer reach him. But then, as the sand cleared thanks to the repeated attacks, the fighter went for a kick against the demon, and this time, Kadbra saw it coming. Swinging his tail forwards, the fifth appendage of the heroic demon crashed against the kick, blocking it from reaching the intended target and throwing Kadbra away. Now that the sand was clearing, it was clear that the demon was floating in front of his opponent, a foot or two in mid-air, energy still collecting in his eyes. That was when he learned the name of his opponent, and his taunts that Kadbra would never reach the humans he intended to save.
"A demon as low as me, you say? You're no different from Satin. You're no different from any of them...!" Grinding his sharp teeth against each other, Kadbra hissed at his opponent, slightly crouched forward in mid air - his arms were raised and slightly put forward, with the elbows angled out to the sides, the hands in claw shapes with the fingernails of the demon glimmering in the light of the desert. His tail was now prominently swinging around behind him, whirling up sand and debris. "I am Kadbra... And this... is my desert! Telekinetic Blast!" The black shine in the eyes intensified for the fraction of a second, before a blast of black energy shot out of them, racing towards Zefonse. While he had not taken the time to charge it to a higher stage than the very basic one, a direct hit with this blast of energy would still sting like a bitch - and yet, the demon was still not reaching for his greatsword.
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Zefonse
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PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on Dec 19, 2014 4:44:35 GMT
What was this demon, this aura he leaked off, he needed to understand this demon more and more. He needed all the “clues” he could find from him, Zefonse made note of the demon reaction time, rearing back in time to react to Zefonse own sword move, but failed to notice the blades path. But this demon was fast enough to also react in time to effective get out of Zefonse planned combo this would indeed be troublesome. But Zefonse was unsure of what really happened as soon he performed the kick, it was blocked by a tail? Unheard of, yet not surprising to the swordsmen. This demon was indeed troublesome as if it was holding talent, yet lacked the means to use them correctly. Such a waste, yet Zefonse was learning more and more clues about this demon as each grain of sand has started to settle down, the demon was floating, as if reality was crushing down on Zefonse, the weight enough to make him speechless. Flight the apex of his time, being used by a demon, such blasphemy, this made Zefonse silent rage build further in him.
Zefonse took note of the black glow around the demon eye’s, feeling the power leaking out, what was he going to perform!? Taking a quick breath, emptying out his mind, he moved his blade in front of him, as if he was going to lay it across the side, and moved his free hand along the cool hard steel, drenched with dried blood. From the blade itself, heat started to grow, more intense than this forsaken desert as if a sun was being born. The red fire-like aura, moving like ember’s along the edge of his sword, removing the blood. But unlike the fires of a real sun, this neither burns nor erupts, but if one was hit by such a blade, they might be eradicated or at the least heavily injured, as the appearance of this aura changes on his mood, it was changing from peaceful flickers, to a raging inferno of sparks leaking off the blade. As soon as it was ready, he was hearing the words of the demon. So it had a name? Kadba, was this really your desert? The way you are now before the swordsmen, was like a mad beast before a noble knight. If these two only knew each other story, maybe this clash would of been avoided altogether.
! “What” is all Zefonse had time to say when he saw what the demon just unleashed, so the glow from his eyes was an attack after all. This was indeed the most troublesome ordeal he could have suffered. As it inched ever closer, Zefonse body was frozen in a brief relapse of fear. In terms of time, this lasted no more than a brief moment. But the amount of time Zefonse sensed in that instant was all his life so far. For Zefonse to give in so easily to fear, was no sign of weakened resolved, instead this instead ignited his desire even more , as if a collective will, every fiber in his being marched as one. Then he lunged forward, dashing at maddening speed to close the gap, as Kadbra attack was right ahead of him, then as if a madman, jump over it, and placed both his feet upon the attack, making a small explosion to further increase his speed towards Kadbra. Was Zefonse that insane!? “Then let this be your tomb, Crossing the star of the Vermilion! XING ” Zefonse said with a cool fury. At the same time, the movement of his sword was as if art had taken life, even as basic move as this, twisting his body in such a way, using all this strength, and speed gained from Kadbra own attack, all of it coming unto the blade itself, making it spin at a rate, that it can be confused with the wind moving the blade at this speed. As he got near enough to Kadbra to swing his blade, the intense heat, and harsh wind was gushing forward, creating a projectiles blades of wind, these projectiles was not a real attack, rather a side effect of Zefonse own sword swing. While they had enough force to maybe in theory knock Kadbra back a few inches, Zefonse real attack was a precision cut with all that extreme force and speed, that it might cut Kadbra in half, if Kadbra pulled out his sword in time, his blade might take heavy damage. But the attack wasn't over yet, hit or miss, Zefonse used this new-found speed to jump over Kadbra, and land upon the ground with enough impact to make a small crater, lifting the sand around him, like a miniature sandstorm, and then quickly follow up with a motion that mimics the movement of a whale tail that rises above the ocean, and crashes back onto it. It was indeed a slight upward slash, following a demolishing slash downward , the force of which was able to create a giant crater and destroy the surrounding buildings. After this Zefonse would place his blade in his scabbard. And Zefonse ready to end this onslaught by, unleashing his sword from its scabbard, and slashing in nearly all directions. He well target and try to slashes the upper arm, collarbone, windpipe, temple, diaphragm, rib, testicles, and thighs simultaneously at a speed faster than what his size would expect. Zefonse knew this kind of combo might only be good to push the demon away from the humans. However Zefonse speed was also hindered now, but only slightly, while the explosion of Kadbra attack, damaged his feet, they were already healed, but combine with the impact of landing into the sand at such speed and power, nearly broke Zefonse spine, which as just now healing. Combine with Xing, these sword moves are insanely deadly however Zefonse knew from experience, a demon, or a mad warrior. Wont go down from something like this, not this easy. He had to brace himself even more. “Do not let that, be your limit, Kadbra” he said awaiting the demon next action, getting into a defensive stance. Now what shall happen?
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Kadbra
Rising Soul
PL: 23,827; Demonic Will (x3): 71,481 Makyo (x8) 190,616; Items: Heavy Weights (3,144.5 | 9,433.5 | 25,156); One-Use Space Pod; Black Great Sword; Senzu Bean 1; Zeni: 404
Tag: @kadbra
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Post by Kadbra on Dec 21, 2014 4:59:57 GMT
Well, there was one good part about getting cut with a superheated sword - the wound didn't bleed. If not for Kadbra bringing his own two-handed sword from his back to deflect the attack away from the intended target, that slice would've cut him clean in half - instead, he got an ugly gash at his side, which burned like hellfire. And Kadbra knew exactly what hellfire felt like. The slashes of wind before had been deflected by the large blade - in the end, blocking incoming blades at different angles was one of the first things he had learned as an apprentice demon warrior. And while he was not confident in his ability as one, instinct took over to defend himself. Just how insane was his opponent, to willingly eat part of the blast from his telekinetic attack and use it for a counter?! Even using it to fly faster than Kadbra could use his own Bukujutsu-variant to dodge! The demon, with another howl, turned around just in time to block two more sword attacks from his opponent. Since these were not superheated like the one before, his own blade withstood the impacts easily - the thick, black steel was quite durable. And really, compared to the explosion-fueled boost of speed, Kadbra's enemy seemed slow - this 'Zefonse' figure was suddenly easier to read and prepare against. Was that just adrenaline kicking in, or did the first attack somehow use up enough energy to slow his opponent down? Despite the huge pain from the wound on his side, it did not feel significant enough to be an attack that used up so much power, with it being focused into the blade and all. From his experience, keeping Ki within the sword kept it longer lasting and less wasteful. Holding his blade with both hands, as was the standard, his eyes widened once more as Zefonse unsheathed his blade again before the demon was able to launch any of his own attacks, in a flurry of quick strikes aimed at important parts of the body. Thankfully, the huge slab of metal that served as his guard was very wide, compared to reasonably sized weapons, and was thus capable of deflecting most moves to the side or cause them to only chip him - the one aimed right at his testicles was deflected by his tail spiking forward again, same to the one aimed at his thighs. The hard scales were holding against the sword - for now, but the sparks flying up told Kadbra not to use it too often, or he'd lose the tip of his tail in this fight. At least one of his scales was already slightly bruised. His facial expression, which was still filled with rage, turned colder on the next words from Zefonse. "My limit? I'll let you in on a secret, asshole. I'm a weakling that never managed to become a great warrior. But I'll never..." With a sudden burst, black Ki encircled the dark sword, making it look as if Kadbra was wielding a huge flame instead of a sword, black waves licking away the light from the air, and the darkness only seemed to grow with each passing moment. And then, Kadbra slowly moved his blade to the side, as if preparing for a sideways swing, more and more energy crackling in his blade - and encircling his own body, too. As if a veil had been lifted, his Ki aura increased suddenly, spiked up - to Zefonse, it would seem as if his enemy just enhanced his aura by four times the norm, and concentrated it all into that blade. "...Give in to someone like you." And like a gust of wind, he appeared to the side of Zefonse with a dash like a black blur. Why to the side? Simple, so that what he was about to do wouldn't hit any of the hurt human beings in the desert. "Demon Swordsmanship: Release of Evil!"
And with a wide swing that would leave him wide open if not for it being the catalyst of a massive attack, Kadbra struck. A huge, crackling wave of black energy, engulfing everything in front of the demon, washing over the sands and spreading upwards, too - as if he had just unleashed a black tsunami of power. That was his ultimate attack, something that drew power from the very evil that all demons held within them, even those as kindhearted and positive as Kadbra couldn't escape their bodies' natural ability to absorb it.
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Zefonse
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PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on Dec 22, 2014 1:38:33 GMT
This world of grey the ground, the sky, the people were all in monochrome to Zefonse. Dulled out sounds, sparks of white filled this world with each impact. the “battle” so far was nothing but a flash of grey. The only time he saw any color was that very short moment when his blade grind across Kadbra thick hide of a chest. That mere spark of color made a old feeling remerge, this feeling he wish to bury. One could say if they saw his unchanging stoic face they would of saw a small smile appear, however no such sign appeared. But what was this uneasy feeling coming from Zefonse when he saw those sparks of color. It was as if, the lost king had found a meaning again. As he felt the blade sent vibrations throughout Kadbra body he knew it wouldn't be enough to harm him but at this level he knocked the breath out of Kadbra could he really handle the showdown for the long run? Then again this could be Kadbra version of a bait. To make Zefonse think wrong in the heat in battle and undermine the defense of the demon. But Kadbra seemed to be holding something back, as if a piece of himself was hindered by a mental limitation. Zefonse had no real time to worry about such factors for right now.
Zefonse also got a good sense of Kadbra body now its design so to speak in the animal kingdom the bat is known for its odd way of moving around called Echolocation, also called bio sonar, is the biological sonar used by several kinds of animals. Echolocating animals emit calls out to the environment and listen to the echoes of those calls that return from various objects near them. They use these echoes to locate and identify the objects. Echolocation is used for navigation and for foraging(or hunting) in various environments. Some blind humans have learned to find their way using clicks produced by a device or by mouth. For Zefonse this was like Ki sensing, an radiating pulse sent outwards from the user which reacts to sources of Ki within a certain proximity, allowing them to determine the location of any sensed individuals and granting them an indication of how powerful they actually are so it was possible for Zefonse to do such a thing with vibrations he felt upon contact with Kadbra. He notice some “weak points” in Kadbra body type, however thanks to Kadbra defense it would be very challenging for him to use said weak points. However once his blade went off Kadbra, Zefonse truly didn’t gain a full scan of Kadbra body type, even with the “Weak points” spotted Zefonse couldn't use them in battle unless he makes more contact, which would be a risk if Kadbra caught on to such a grandmaster way of fighting. Since this trick can work both ways. If Kadbra was truly skilled in battle and mastered such a skill like this. This would also change how Zefonse would react to Kadbra future actions.
Zefonse had to take note, the simple manner of which Kadbra dealt with his combo, which in turn let him see the measurement of Kadbra sword skills. This demon had the talent to be a grand warrior, but something was holding him back. The actions of the demon was starting to make Zefonse question his own actions as well. The demon had rage, but it was as if he needed an outlet, not malevolence. Was Zefonse truly in the wrong, since he noticed the only time Kadbra attacked the “humans” was when Zefonse was in the path, and so far every attack was only aimed at him. Such factors began to weigh heavily on the lost king. But he can’t risk possible what ifs. The words of the demon as it spoke, seemed to speak with a cool quiet rage, one that burns at one inner soul. If this demon claim is true, and if he was never a great warrior, then why was it here. However Zefonse began to feel Kadbra Ki rising higher and higher, as Kadbra own blade became drenched in his own power. What was this. ! was all the time Zefonse had time for, before he readied himself, but the sudden action Kadbra pulled, to close the gap. Surprised Zefonse enough to be delayed.
The massive veil of black Ki had already erupt upwards and approach Zefonse, darkening the sky and within the moment, Zefonse was pinned, no escape, as the veil of darkness engulfed him. The pressure damaging his body, till his very atoms started to rip apart. In what seems like minutes. Afterwards, the energy continues to rise before dissipating into the sky. In the wake of the attack, it seemed Zefonse was gone in such a strike. Yet as the smoke and darkness was being lifted. Zefonse crawled out of the ground, as it turns out he lived. How he survived such a blast was just thanks to three different factors. The first of three factors, as Zefonse was being hit, he noticed the ground was lowering the amount of damage done, by a small amount, and thus quickly sliced a large boulder, and kicked it into the blast just in time before getting hit. Using the rock as a shield just to buy a few extra seconds. The second factor, was thanks to the hole in the ground, Zefonse had a means to lower his body even further, and get into a safe area, as his atoms started to rip, the third factor kicked in his own newly added DNA. Namekian Regeneration, Not only allows Zefonse to heal from virtually any damage from small cuts, to having his entire body blown apart, he can regenerate as long his brain isn't destroyed by blast. This drains Ki from Zefonse while he use it, among other things, he can "die" if someone prices his brain and kept the object in there he would be a in a "Dead" state. Zefonse can also control what part of his body he want to regenerate, such as lungs if they get crushed, his healing rate, also can be quicken by using more Ki than needed to fully recover his physical body.
However to Kadbra, it would seem as if Zefonse appeared unharmed, save for the damaged armor, and outfit he now had torn asunder. The world around Zefonse was still covered in the black veil of darkness, that had nearly consumed him. As it lifted, the darkness was replaced by blinding light itself, as if a miniature sun was born from within Zefonse blade. As each breath Zefonse took, the sun like orb, grew more and more. Stumble from the ashes, lost enigmas in the dust. He cannot remember, though voices tell that he must. Zefonse eyes showed no fear towards the demon, as if saying he could take more and more. His eyes might as well, be that was a unyielding beast. “Are you angry? Do you hate me? Then take that rage and direct it at me instead!” With each word, the orb grew, till it was larger than the size of a person chest in height, and in mass heavier than a normal warrior could wield. As it grew, the pluses it let out, made powerful waves of heat, turning the sand into glass around him. Stone turned into liquid around him. Finally Zefonse started to take steps towards Kadbra, at first slowly as if the orb was to heavy even for him. "I'm not fighting because I want to win. I'm fighting because, I have to win.” Before one can even blink, Zefonse speed increased, he was faster than even taking Kadbra attack to boost his own speed, where was it coming from, and why was the orb, still getting stronger with each passing second. “Now take this demon! My new crossing! Proud Hearted vermilion. Flap your wings, stained with the blood of heroes, and charge forth down the path of revolution! Xing!” As Kadbra strongest attack was used, Zefonse felt it was time to release his own. While the name was very much the same as the last, its effect was radically different as night and day itself. The levels of heat grew even more intense on Zefonse fiery passion to defend the citizens, and held his own sword with two hands. Zefonse had the blade downwards before striking, then as he swings up unleashes the very sphere towards Kadbra. “However!” Zefonse said at the last second, the angle of his swing, making his attack miss completely, the powerful attack which should miss Kadbra by a few inches. “I came to understand” As he said this, now up close, one can see the amount of damage he had taken, fresh blood, some bone still showing, even with healing, Zefonse couldn't spare enough Ki to heal it all at once. “Even now, I failed to realize something. Heh Demon, you have a kind heart.” Zefonse then pointed over to the citizens. “If my attack had hit you, the explosion would of caught them. Where you, made sure to place your attack away from them. If you had wanted them dead, they would of long of been.” With each word, Zefonse voice sound weaker. “It look’s like my lost.” And with that, Zefonse lost grip of his sword, letting it fall to the ground, and barely able to stand up, still refused to let his knees touch the ground. If one were to look in his eyes, he still hasn’t given up. Since if he was wrong, it be death of innocents.
In the sky, the attack that missed, would exploded by now, having entered the stratosphere. With the blast making a sound wave which can be heard as clear as day. Shaking the ground slightly. Funny, maybe that attack could of won the battle. But Zefonse couldn't risk it, even now. The cost would be to high for him. He just had to hope, that the demon was indeed kind at heart, and this was a huge misunderstanding. If the demon attacked again, he would have to resort to cheap tactics to even hope to pull off victory. However, if Zefonse was right, it would end this bad blood once and for all. All he could for now, is to learn from this.
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Kadbra
Rising Soul
PL: 23,827; Demonic Will (x3): 71,481 Makyo (x8) 190,616; Items: Heavy Weights (3,144.5 | 9,433.5 | 25,156); One-Use Space Pod; Black Great Sword; Senzu Bean 1; Zeni: 404
Tag: @kadbra
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Post by Kadbra on Dec 26, 2014 1:25:46 GMT
Kadbra took a deep breath as the black wave of destructive energy consumed the form of his enemy, swallowing him like a black hole. Slowly moving out of his stance, placing his sword on his back once more - the black steel felt cool as always, despite the larger than usual amount of Ki that Kadbra just used with it. That power, raw destructive energy, came straight from the demon realm - he was both happy and a bit worried that he could access it freely even while on Earth. Happy, because it surely meant the end of this opponent and fight - and worried, because it meant that the barrier between Earth and the demonic world was far thinner than he'd like. But that was already obvious anyway, with monsters such as Satin around from the demon realm... "What a strange, yet familiar, creature you were, Zefonse." With another deep breath, Kadbra's face and aura relaxed - the almost primal rage and force seemed to disappear from him, the black glow of his eyes gone - right now, his face looked no different from a human, if one disregarded the blue skin. This fight had stirred something within him - he wasn't sure what it was, but he felt as if he had known Zefonse before, or someone much like him, but could not recall where he would've ever met such a person, and he could put no face to the feeling, either - as if the memory was not his own. But then, he felt it, just as the black wave of energy started to disappear. A rising wave of heat, slowly washing over him... "No way...! That's impossible!"
Kadbra's eyes widened as the figure of his enemy became visible once more, using more Ki than ever before to form an attack. Cursing himself for relaxing, Kadbra let his Ki spike back up - but that attack looked like it would hurt, a LOT. And he didn't have enough time to channel his power into a stronger telekinetic attack - he only had his body or blade to block this attack, not to mention that his actual will and hatred required to truly fight for him were wiped away now after using the Release of Evil. Did he hate him? Was there any anger left? The only anger was directed at himself, for not being able to destroy this opponent of humanity right away, even with his strongest attack. But he wouldn't back down, not now, not ever. If he dodged this move, he'd leave the civilians behind him open to getting vaporized by that miniature sun! It was clear what he had to do, no matter how weak he was. Weak? No, Kadbra was not weak. He remembered the words of his dear friend, Nai-Ran, ringing in his head. Everyone could be a hero. No, even more than that - Kadbra WAS a hero. No matter his origin, he wasn't weak, or pathetic, not any longer. In this world, he'd be Kadbra of the Fortuneteller's Desert - the protector of the human race.
It was as if a floodgate opened before Zefonse. Kadbra's power seemed to double all of the sudden, perhaps even more than double. A black outline surrounded the air around Kadbra again, and suddenly tripled in size. This was the form of his will, his true power for the moment... this was his Demonic Will! "You're not the only one, Zefonse. I... can't lose! I have to win!" With that boast, Kadbra raised both of his hands, flats of them towards the incoming attack - the demon was planning on taking the incredibly hot attack up close, and use his immensely improved aura not to protect himself, but to make sure no deadly waves of heat would hurt the normal people behind him. But as he braced for impact from the vermillion force, as dark prepared to snuff out the light of a sun if it had to... The attack cleanly missed, and went up into the sky - intentionally. Kadbra's face, which had turned serious - but not furious or mad with anger - suddenly turned into a confused and almost insecure one. And with that, the bombshell of a revelation was dropped.
This entire fight was completely pointless and a misunderstanding.
"...Eh?" Kadbra said, blinking twice - before his immense new aura collapsed in on itself as his focus was lost, and the demon slapped himself against his forehead. This was both embarrassing and incredibly stupid. "Are you serious? Did we just try to kill each other... To save those people from each other? Really?" Kadbra took a step forward, and leaned forward as well - catching the falling blade of his opponent at the blade, skillfully evading putting any pressure on the sharp cutting edge. No mistake about it, this masterwork could've sliced his arm off if it had gotten a clean hit in instead of just giving him small, but definitely stinging, cuts. Well, and one huge gash in his side, which now, after the lust of fighting disappeared, started burning quite badly again. Odd how the sword was cool to the touch like normal metal - the demon theorized that his opponent had enough skill to perfectly deliver all accumulated heat out of the sword with his skill, wasting none of it. Such pinpoint technique was something that Kadbra could only dream of, for his style was based on overpowering and delivering wide arcs of Ki instead of decisive single hits. "I'm sorry. I was sure you were trying to kill those people... I didn't have the best of luck with meeting new people here recently." With a slight, apologetic smile, Kadbra stretched out his right hand, offering the blade back to Zefonse, the hilt towards the person he just tried to kill with the strongest technique of the Demon Swordsmanship he knew. But with his own heart now free of any accumulated evil for the time being, he also felt no killing intent remaining in his opponent, just a grim commitment to his goals. "Sheath your blade. You've been the strongest opponent I ever had the pleasure... or displeasure... of fighting. And then come over here and give me a hand, we have to patch these humans up and call for rescue by their friends. No time to lose." If Zefonse took his blade back, Kadbra would start walking over to the humans, holding his cut side with the left hand, limping slightly as to not put too much pressure on the nasty cut in his side. Though if his former enemy refused to take his blade back, Kadbra would simply plant it into the ground before heading over to the humans, to help them as best as he could - he'd at least be able to make some simple bandages out of clothes, and perhaps he could find a first-aid kit somewhere. From what little he had seen of human transportation crafts, they usually had those to help with accidents. What was even weirder, though, it didn't seem as if Kadbra realized at all that he, for a moment at least, unleashed more Ki than ever before in this fight - his mental block was beginning to fade, allowing for him to grow stronger - both physically and mentally. He was not weak. He was... a hero.
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Zefonse
Newcomer
PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on Jan 5, 2015 7:34:24 GMT
This was indeed his lost after all, even now Zefonse had time to really think about it, thanks to Kadbra actions. This demon kind heart, did something that Zefonse currently unable to do. Grow stronger with the threat, maybe the demon himself failed to even notice such a change. As if a child grasping at straws, it amused Zefonse that the demon was just as baffled at this revelation just as he, going as far to even slap himself in the forehead. “Heh” Zefonse let out a quick chuckle, even someone as stoic as him had to admit this ordeal was ironic on many accounts This Kadbra had surprised Zefonse even with it’s eyes blinded by a quick rage, was able to prioritize the problem, and then make sure every attack was made to defer Zefonse away from the citizens. It takes a lifetime of understanding of own abilities to use them in such a manner. After Kadbra power spike, collapsed in on itself, Zefonse noticed that Kadbra own power had increased at least double the amount when they started. Were demons so strong, they get stronger the more they fight? He would need to gain a understanding of them first, or was it simply one own mental limits slowly removing themselves. Whatever the case, Zefonse was glad they came to a stop before thing’s gotten out of hand.
When Kadbra picked up Zefonse own blade, and examined it. Noticing the grip, Zefonse took note on how careful he was holding the blade, as if holding a piece of art, he must of had a good eye for blades. To break the ice a bit, Zefonse cleared his throat with a quick short cough before speaking. “It’s a Changdao, the weapon was developed from the earlier zhanmadao better known as the horse beheading blade. The term changdao, which simply means "long saber" “ pausing for a moment, when Kadbra handed him back his blade. “Mine is known as Zhuque, or better known in these times, as the Vermillion Bird. “ Zefonse was really unsure how to reply to Kadbra afterall, this was much awkward for both of them. After All in today time, all Zefonse would be able to talk about is swords, and sword styles. The way Kadbra wielded his zweilhander means he at least understands the basics, but seems to use more force than skill. But that train of thought ended, when Kadbra started to walk away back towards the humans, holding on to his wounds. Zefonse looking at his blade carefully slide it back into it’s sheath, only stopping it going in all the way to place the palm of his left hand on the sharp edge, and gentle cut open his palm, and squeezing it till it started bleeding enough to make a small puddle. Once that was the, the blade was fully inside its sheath, and Zefonse started to walk towards Kadbra, and gently drop some of his blood into Kadbra wound. “I can heal my wounds, maybe my blood can help mend yours.” If Kadbra accepted his wounds would slowly heal, while the energy spent wont return, it would at least mean he won’t have the pain of this battle echoing in him for years. “You also need some rest, I checked on the citizens before you arrived. Just light cut’s, nothing a little sleep, and some food won’t cure.” After that Zefonse would vanish.
He moved at super speed, to look around the crash site, for some supply’s, he found some food stock, and kit’s however Zefonse being unable to read the modern day language wouldn't understand how to apply them, he just knew by smell it was medicine and water inside the kits. Looking over the food stock, it was potatoes, some cheese, salt, pepper, and some butter. “I might be able to make something out of this...” Without wasting a moment, Zefonse pulled out a knife he found, and looked over it, it was clean. And thus became to slice the potatoes into round slices, and thin enough to get the most out of each. Zefonse also used an cooking pot, to drop the slices into, and then used a light layer of butter atop it, and started to heat the pot up with home made fire. Not before long, Zefonse already placed salt and pepper into the slices, with the cheese, and in the few minutes made a quick snack. Simple, maybe not the best thing he could of made at the moment, but it would make sure the citizens had some food when they awakened with the water, and somthing Zefonse and Kadbra could eat, and talk over to kill some time. Now the only issue was something akin to plates. “Sorry, if I seem odd. Small talk isn’t normally my thing.” Zefonse admitted with a tone of voice like a child would make when embarrassed. “But, let’s makes amends, and talk over while we mend these wounds.” Zefonse took a seat on an rock, and staring at the food ready to be served at any moment, but then changed his glance back to Kadbra.
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Kadbra
Rising Soul
PL: 23,827; Demonic Will (x3): 71,481 Makyo (x8) 190,616; Items: Heavy Weights (3,144.5 | 9,433.5 | 25,156); One-Use Space Pod; Black Great Sword; Senzu Bean 1; Zeni: 404
Tag: @kadbra
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Post by Kadbra on Jan 12, 2015 17:54:56 GMT
Kadbra nodded in understanding as Zefonse explained the origin, name and purpose of his sword. Quite the impressive work, yes... Amazing metalwork, and a sharp edge that could cut through solid steel with enough skill without getting dull. As the skilled swordsman explained his own blade - and then, his blood - the demon nodded, allowing Zefonse to apply his blood to the wound he had struck Kadbra earlier. A strange sensation and tingling went through the wound, and the sharp, burning pain dulled quite quickly, as the wound started itching - it began to heal. Well, he'd still have to fix his jacket later, but Kadbra knew a bit about sowing. How else would he have gotten this outfit? His old master wasn't exactly the kind of guy to give out clothes. "Interesting... Sadly, there isn't as much to say about my blade. It was forged from black demon steel, which makes it quite easy for a demon to channel Ki through it... Or so my master said. Really, I doubt it has any power at all. It is nothing but a big slab of metal, quite heavy, and just sharp enough to cut something, but most of the power comes from the weight with acceleration and strength of the wielder added to it. In a way, it 'tears' more than it 'cuts'." Zefonse wasn't the only person who could talk swords, it seemed - while Kadbra never got the chance to wield different blades, he still learned about them at the very least. Mostly so that he knew how to fight other types of blades with his own, which was one of the reasons why he knew which strikes from Zefonse's sword he could block, and which ones could seriously damage the black greatsword. Mostly, the special technique - Zefonse had called it 'Xing' - really exemplified the difference in skill that could turn the tide of a fight with blades in an instant.
Then, the strange man went on to start to prepare some food for the humans. He was quite fast, causing Kadbra to blink in confusion first, but with a bit of focus he was able to follow his movements and actions with his eyes - he was not as incredibly fast as Satin had been during their fight, or even as fast as he had himself been in the fight earlier, but this was still incredible speed-cooking. Not to be outdone, Kadbra pulled his black sword from the back again with one hand, twirling it around a bit. Either the blade got lighter lately, or he got stronger. There was still quite the amount of heat and biting wind here in the Fortuneteller's Desert, even without a sandstorm, and from his knowledge humans seemed very fragile. Focusing a nearby larger rock, Kadbra concentrated on his Ki and on his target, and dashed forward, swinging his sword in controlled, perfectly aimed strikes, nine in total. In fact, he was copying what he had seen before from Zefonse, with his nine possibly deadly strikes, but these ones were aimed differently, and done with one hand instead of Kadbra's usual two-handed strike. He aimed to cut the rock into specific pieces - smaller ones to serve as chairs, a larger flat one as a table, and a huge, half-way hollowed out piece as a barrier against the wind. Splinters of rock flying around, as Kadbra executed some extra, smaller jabs and slices to cut off excess rock and form his desired objects correctly, before placing his blade on the black again, with a satisfied smirk on his face. Not optimal, but with some training and energy infusions, he might even be able to turn this into a fully fleshed out technique... But that would be far in the future. For now, he had enough to work with by just improving his existing techniques.
Dashing back and forth himself now, he placed down multiple chairs made out of stone, and a huge stone table next to them, before placing the wind protector in the way and protecting the knocked out humans a bit. He'd check the wreckage for some sort of way to communicate with the nearby cities, but he didn't understand enough about human technology to differentiate between a phone and a gun, so he'd rather not do that for now and simply wait for the humans themselves to wake up and call for help. Sitting down on a stone chair next to Zefonse, the demon had an oddly friendly, nice smile on his face as his new 'friend' explained that he was no good at smalltalk. "Ah, don't worry. I'm still pretty new to this world, and the only guy I talked to for the last few years was my asshole of a master... I doubt that I'm any good at smalltalk, either." explained the blue demon, leaning back in his carved chair. A normal person probably wouldn't consider raw cut stone to be very comfortable, but he had gotten used to it by now, since he lived out in this desert since his arrival. "I can't really fault you for thinking I was a threat. Honestly, most demons are evil bastards... I'm the exception, not the rule. Tragic, in a way, but I like to think of myself as a person of earth now instead of the demon realm." At least a bit of smalltalk and amends, Kadbra really wasn't too angry at Zefonse for slicing into his side - after all, he nearly vaporized Zefonse with Release of Evil, he kinda forfeited his right of being angry. Having a painful gash was not quite on that level. "You're quite the cook, it seems. I never learned how to cook, so the best I can do is roast some meat over a campfire. Not exactly good, y'know." mentioned the demon, looking at the cooking food. A really useful skill for a wanderer. "So I've been wondering... are you human? I can't really... sense... energy, or anything like that, but you seem a bit different from the humans I've seen so far. Not to mention, far stronger."
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Zefonse
Newcomer
PL: 13,052; Bio-Metabolise (x3 current): (Not Available yet) Items: Sword, 1-Use space pod Zeni: 500
Tag: @zefonse
OOC Name: Saiyan, Namekian, Human
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Post by Zefonse on Jan 23, 2015 4:25:15 GMT
So demons have different kind of materials as well, and to forge them into different grade of weapons. This was good to take note of in future references, since Zefonse might want to forge a powerful blade one day with these newage metals. Zefonse took a somewhat deep breath, as if to truly show sign it was a time to be relaxing instead of worry. As he lazily watched Kadbra, taking note his mannerisms, he really seemed to act like someone from his past, however the face’s of the past, this was nostalgic for him. Maybe people are reborn in this world, and don’t vanish after all, that would be nice, to be reborn with a clean state.
His eye’s didn’t even waver much, when Kadbra copied his movements, Kadbra almost had them exact however it seems like Kadbra had too much instabilities in his movement, as if he was an object trying to move like the wind. The problem’s which Zefonse noticed first lay’s within the way his blade threw the balance of the move off, the second was Kadbra himself, his footing was too wide, his back uneven as if swinging with a iron bat. The final problem only happened once Kadbra stopped moving, when one has finished with the move there stance should be perfect to attack and defend again at the same time. Kadbra had too many openings. However his strikes were nearly perfect, which made Zefonse amused at the thought of a wild demon being able to mimic his swordplay. “You almost got it” Zefonse said, as he held the knife he cooked with in his hands, and carefully and quickly moved the knife in his hand as if dancing. Having the blade pointed at the incoming shards, and within a fraction of a second, every single sharp was not only cut, but also recreated into a chop stick style interments. But the most shocking of all, he also recreated the technique Kadbra just tried, to Kadbra he might of seen Zefonse graceful movement’s, or simply watched Zefonse moved the blade point in front of him. Whatever the case, Zefonse stance even when relaxed was perfect to attack, and defend. “The trick of this stance, was not to attack.” This news might shock Kadbra “This stance, is more akin to a dance, and you have to move everything in alignment for it to work.” Zefonse would then point towards Kadbra sword, as he himself took a seat in the newly created table and chairs, not even surprised at the level of craftsmanship. “You need to be one with the blade.” Without even looking he would toss the knife into the air upwards, and as it came back down he would catch it on the tip of his finger without damaging it.
Zefonse would then lean somewhat forward still having the knife on the tip of his finger.Your sword is perfect for what it does, however you haven’t made it able to master the first step of the stance.”Before he finished however, the humans had awakened in confusion to the sight before them, to them it would seem they had crashed into rock, and now are being greeted by samurai and a demon, offering them food and drink. “Ah it seems they have awakened, I’ll finish this talk once we get them sorted” As he finished saying this throwing the knife in the air even further, which would stay in the air for minutes to come, and he got out of his chair and offered it to the men and women to sit at the table. “I am terribly sorry for the accident” and as if on time, he already had a torn pieces of his clothing to offer to clean the blood off them, the intense heat had help dry the blood, and what remains was just simple cut’s and minor bruises. Making use of the cloth he wrapped them around the wounds, but needed something to cut them with, without drawing his sword, the knife just fell down, and in perfect timing and synchronization Zefonse not only caught the knife, but within a small timeframe, was able to cut and sew the cloth into bandages. Then he quickly made the knife dance around his finger, then quickly around his arm, all without having the knife cut him once. When the blade return to his hand, The citizens started to cheer. “Thank you, Thank you. But you should be saving your cheers to the large blue man.” Zefonse would gesture towards Kadbra as if this was stage show. Then hopping on to one foot, and jumping backwards to land next to Kadbra. “Demon or Human, you have heart. Good and Evil are such thin lines.” Zefonse would say replying to Kadbra phase about him being a good hearted demon. He would toss the knife over to Kadbra for him to catch, and perform a trick of his own if he wanted. As he watched the citizens eat their fill, he was pondering what to answer Kadbra question. “ I have no real answer to that anymore. I may of been once called human, but I have changed since I last saw the lands.” With a heavy sigh, Zefonse would then cross his right foot over his left, and place his weight on the bottom foot, following that he crossed his arms as if in deep thought. “I believe myself human, if that’s an answer, last thing I recalled before I fell into a deep sleep, was frozen water, then awaken in a steel cage filled with strange sounds.” By now the Citizen’s had their fill, and thanked both the demon and the swordsmen one more time, while some helicopters started to appear in the distance, Zefonse opening his eyes towards the large metal machines flying in the sky. “I guess we better leave. The Citizens may speak for us, but those people look armed. “ Zefonse was referring to the strange weapons they had, looked like high powered weapons. “If you wish, I can show you on the way, how to use the dance, and maybe somthing deeper than that. An Understanding to deep core belief.”
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Post by Kaula on May 24, 2015 15:16:41 GMT
Zefonse. Please state clearly what you want. "I would like Zeni" and "I need PL mostly" in the same post is kind of confusing.
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Post by Kaula on May 24, 2015 16:22:45 GMT
Zefonse WC: 6405 PL gains: 7,840 5,213 > 13,052
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