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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 29, 2017 21:11:56 GMT
The woman’s eyes widened as the Heran’s ki swelled up even further. He slammed his fists together and took a deep breath, before shouting at her to transform. Her eyes widened in shock, as he slammed his foot down and continued shouting. His words were loud and passionate, though each was laced with a slight rage in regards to her actions in Hell. She’d left her weights on for training in Hell; the woman has since left behind the tools, after their weight had become so slight she gained nothing from them. His smile was doubtless a mixed expression; one of recollection and spite, recalling the events in Hell. Death taught us both many things, Gekido. Like how to reign in one’s pride and just let passion guide our fists. But it seems you saw my secret when I was down for the count. A bitter smile crossed her lips, as the woman finished catching her breath from the man’s powerful punches. He was continuing to yell, shouting about pride this, true strength that, and everything between. The hybrid understood the basic gist of his incoherent yelling; stop holding back and hit him with everything. “But there’s a mercy rule when facing someone weaker; if your fist can kill, you have to hold back in order to not break what could be a fun fight one day…” The woman muttered under her breath. Her ki was starting to build, as the man charged forward. The Heran yanked his arm back, doubtless preparing a powerful attack of some sort. His charge slowed in her vision, as the woman’s eyes shifted from emerald to a cyan blue. You ask me for my everything, Gekido. But then I lose the thrill of a fun fight. My bloodlust, my need to win, my love for violence overwhelms my common sense….and I would hate to hurt you worse than I already have. You’re my dearest rival, a simple man with a simple ideology mirroring my own. We may not walk the same road at the end of the day...but at times like this, our thoughts and hearts align in the most sincere of manners. His stride slowed even further, as golden energy surrounded the woman. Her hair began shifting colors, brown transforming to a glowing gold. Her hair rose off her brow, spiking in a manner similar to the Heran’s. Her gaze was soft but cold, as she listened to his last statement. He was still as straightforward as ever, charging headlong into a battle he couldn’t hope to win. You’re right, Gekido. I should’ve never held back. The only way for you and I to grow is simple; I just need to show you the ocean that divides us, before drowning you in its depths. A smirk crossed the woman’s lips, as the Heran thrust a powerful punch at the woman. She swatted the fist high, completely breaking the huge man’s guard. Not bothering to make a fist, the woman thrust her hand inside Gekido’s guard. It halted just shy of his skin, as the woman focused not even a third of her strength into her fingertip. “Start impressing me before I break you, Butcher.” Flicking outwards with her Super-Saiyajin enhanced strength, the woman sought to fracture and injure the Heran’s chest, much like he’d intended to do to her. Despite her short demeanor, the woman was clearly looking down on the Heran in her current state. She let her guard completely down, waiting to see how the Heran responded to her shift in strength.
SSJ Activated!
New PL - 2,314,752
KP: 1/3, -1
Activated [N1] Ki-Infused Strike
Intent to break ribs using fingertip - PL 763,868
(OOC - Gekido You asked for it; here you go!)
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Post by Gekido on Aug 30, 2017 17:10:51 GMT
"I don't give a damn about Mercy I know what I'm getting myself into. I want to fight but I don't want to be played around with. If I lose I lose." he growled as he rushed towards her as her aura exploded as she became a super Saiyan. He'd send his fist out but it was easily swatted aside. He had a feeling that would happen. He'd look down as she flicked his chest shattering his ribs as he flew back landing on the back of the gravity chamber. the Heran warrior gripped his chest as he'd slowly get to his feet as he took in some deep breaths. She hit like a truck and that was just one flick. He'd look up at her as he got to his feet. He had all his ki he could attack her but with what. She had just increased in power so much. The difference between them truly was massive.It didn't matter. He was a heran warrior and he was going to fight. She didn't have her guard up he could defeat her he could nail her right here and now. The Heran slammed his feet down as he pulled his fist back as he charged at Tulip. She had to use a lot of her strength he was going to take her down with one final punch. He'd charge right at her pulling all his ki into his arm. He'd kick off the ground to get close to Tulip as his right arm flew out, "You can take my body mind and soul. You can take my fists and my pride. I'll exchange all of that!!!!" He'd throw the right trying to smash it down though that not where he put his ki. The ki swirled around his left fist. The first punch was to set it up so the punch was set up to take her down. "I'll take your life!!!!!!!!!" He's left would swing out as he attempted to cloak her right in the face with all his strength. That had to damage her. There was no way he was that far away from a super Saiyan! He was going to beat her with this punch!!!! The Overhand left would fly forward attempting to slam right into her face and knock her through the room like a pinball ball. That was why he fought that was how he lived. He'd throw it all out on the line and he would win. He'd lose everything else but he would win!
Kp:3/3
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Sept 1, 2017 17:35:57 GMT
The young woman simply smirked as the Heran rose back to his feet. He gripped his chest, doubtless in pain from the shattered ribs the flick had given him. He was staring at the ground, doubtless lost in some stupid pondering or thinking up some dumb speech. His gaze finally returned to her, as he rose to his feet. She rotated her hand, mockingly staring at the finger she’d struck him with. She spat on it, before wiping it off on her pant-leg. The hybrid’s guard was completely gone, as she looked at the Heran warrior and waited for his reaction. He dug his feet into the ground, as his ki surged again. Ah, he’s planning something abysmally moronic, isn’t he? As if answering her simple thought, the Heran charged forward. He didn’t even bother with footwork, just barreling straight towards her. His fist was drawn back, as he began pouring all of his energy and power into that one, large piece of himself. The woman resisted the urge to yawn and rile him further, as the Heran took a deep breath as he thundered forward. Something stupidly passionate! I’m strong, life is fun, and I’m worried about my pec size! Her own version of Gekido's voice flashed through Tulip’s mind, as she ignored the Heran’s shouting. It was like a kid’s rambling; pointless until proven through strength. He threw his right hook, suddenly transferring his ki into his other fist. She simply stepped forward, meeting his suddenly weak right fist with her Super-Saiyan fueled headbutt. A simple tactic; but with the amount of force behind it, his hand was doubtless shattering or worse. Her gaze shot to his left hook, as the man sought to slam it into her face. She simply smiled, shifting her entire body and planting her gravity by sliding her feet a few centimeters further. His left hook slammed into her forehead, as the Saiyan-hybrid ensured all of the force of his attack rebounded into his arm. It was a simple counter tactic; when two hard things collide into one another, the weaker takes a majority of the damage. A thin line of blood ran down her brow, as the woman spat in the Heran’s face. “All those things you offered? It’s not even worth my notice. But, since you’re still standing, I’ll leave you with a little gift.” The woman turned, walking towards her discarded jacket. His ‘most powerful’ left hook hadn’t even made the woman slide an inch, let alone hurt her. She picked up her jacket, before looking over her shoulder. Slinging it over one shoulder, a staff reappeared in the air in front of Gekido. This staff was a different color than the ones before; it was a glowing gold. With a snap of her fingers, the staff exploded in size, becoming as wide as the man’s chest and stretching across the full expanse of the gravity chamber. The woman caught her end of the staff with one hand, using the extending staff to propel the huge Heran towards the far wall of the gravity chamber. Whether he dodged or remained on the end, the staff would slam into the far wall with a resounding boom, before cracking and shattering. The woman looked at the walls of the gravity chamber with a renewed sense of respect. “I guess walls can stand a little force. It’s kind of reassuring to know at least one thing here can handle my attacks, eh, Butcher?” The mocking tone returned to the woman’s voice, as she dared the Heran to get back up or try something, even after the injuries he’d just received with only a fraction of her true strength.
No Change in SSJ PL
KP: 3/3
[UT2] Weapon Materialization used
Gekido
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Post by Gekido on Sept 2, 2017 16:47:15 GMT
He'd charge right at Tulip as Tulip meet his first with a headbutt which knocked his arm wayward as he looked over at his left was still alive. She'd step back as his fist smashed into her head as he looked at her. She had busted both his hands. Like he gave a fuck. She didn't run back. She was going to be too fast to really tag with a slug move. He knew of the ability of those to fly back. However, it would not be as she spat in his face. The Heran eyes widened as the spit smashed into the ground. The Heran took in a deep breath, "Rah!!!!" He'd swing his fist out as she formed her staff. It was golden as she's swing nailing him right he wanted to attack. The Staff slammed in his chest shattering more of the already damaged ribs. His head flung back as his hands reached out to grasp the staff. The reason for this was to keep himself standing as he was hit the wall. The Heran coughed out blood as he was on shaky legs grasping the staff as he collected himself. He was a Heran warrior he could still win. He'd look back at Tulip as he'd place his hand on the staff as he used it as a guide as he slowly inched towards her reaching out with one fist. The other hand was grasping the staff as he walked over in serious pain. He didn't have his hands anymore. He could not even think all that much. It was getting cloudy as he walked over. She truly was a monster compared to him. The Heran hand reached out as she thought she was right in front of him though he was probably only half way towards her. He had trained his whole body mind and soul for the art of battling. The Heran looked back up his hair covering his rage felt eyes. Just one hit. He'd hit her with one good attack. He gritted his teeth he had been in a lot worse shape before. Like Vennel and her Ozzaru form. Crushed under the foot of that ape.
The Heran could only think of one other thing. The impact of the spit on his face. He'd finally get close to Tulip as his rage came to fly out of him. "As powerful as you are you made the mistake of not knocking me out when you had the chance!" Gekido roared as his broken right fist would fly at her face as he shifted his legs into the punch as his right leg would attempt to get behind Tulip. He knew his punch would do no damage but he'd attempt to trip tulip so he could attack. He’d raise his fist in the air his left one focusing all his ki as his muscles bulked up even more. He didn't need speed right now he needed all his strength he could muster. The Ki would twist his arm for an ultra powerful Melle attack, "Welcome to hell!" He thrust his fist down to hit tulip right In the face. He missed it’d slam into the chamber floor creating a shockwave that would cause the chamber to rumble as he took in deep breaths. He had taken great damage but that was it, this was his strongest attack.
UT:Bulking- By some means, usually via a significant increase in muscle mass, you increase your offensive power at the cost of your defenses, this results in an increase of your offensive pl by +x1 and a decrease of your defensive PL by -x3. You must have a transformation that provides at least +x3 defensive PL to use this technique. Using Power Weighted costs 0 KP in a KP Battle
So his Stat are x9/x5
aka
875,646/ 486,470
[MP3] Ultra Ki-Infused Melee Attack Through proper Ki Manipulation, you have gained the ability to supercharge your melee attacks with Ki! The melee attack can be flavored however you like, and mechanically functions identically to a ranged technique
875,646 Damage aimed at her face.
Kp:0/3
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Sept 2, 2017 22:58:53 GMT
The young woman’s gaze fell on Gekido, as the heran pulled himself down the cracking staff. The bleeding, broken Heran was trying to get closer to the woman, which made her stifle a chuckle. Turning to watch in silence as the Heran staggered closer, the woman simply snapped her fingers and made the cracking staff disperse in an explosion of golden shards. Without his support, the Heran slowly staggered closer to the woman. She resisted the urge to glance at her wrist as if checking the time, as his ki sporadically increased. The man finally screamed at her, shouting that she would regret not knocking him unconscious. He threw out a slow right hook, while trying to crudely trip the woman up with his right foot. The woman simply kicked his shin, doing her best to fracture the bone as she maintained her firm stance. She slammed her fist into his wrist, attempting to fracture and swat the punch to one side. As she did, the woman noticed him shifting his weight. He was also increasing in size, as his ki surged in power. But with that strength came a different slowing in his speed. His already-telegraphed punch was even slower, even if the strength was slightly larger. His fist came down, trying to strike the woman in the face. She caught the punch with her palm, not even wincing as the fist pushed her hand down. Her eyes closed as the woman grinned and muttered. “If you’re aiming for Hell, you’d better get far stronger. On that note…” Clenching her hand into a fist, the woman slammed it into his stomach with enough force to echo throughout the chamber. Retracting her fist from his stomach, the woman let his body fall to the ground. It would doubtless take a while for the man to challenge her again.
PL - 2,314,752
KP: 0/3, -2
Used [N1] Silver Barrier for 763,868 to cancel and mitigate damage from MP3
then
Used [N1] Ki-Infused Strike for 763,868 damage with intent to KO
( Gekido Exiting Thread, PL w/ x40 grav bonus)
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Post by Gekido on Sept 3, 2017 18:35:24 GMT
The Heran looked she blocked his attack. He stared down as it all came to head that he was weaker. Far weaker. The Heran stared as she spoke to him. He'd stare at her as she blocked it with some attack as he'd look over though made no attempts to defend himself. She'd slam her fist into his gut his eyes rolling back as he slowly falls to his knees. The Heran jaw a gape as he hit the ground blood flowing from his mouth. He had been destroyed completely. So this was her full power. It was impressive how strong earthlings were. But he'd get her next time. Afterall they were 1-1 and the next battle would be the death. Someone would die and go back to hell. That was the way it was in the heran culture. Until then he'd train to be ready for her power.
(Short exit taking powerlevel with gravity bonus good thread)
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Queen Habana
Moderator
Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
Posts: 1,374 
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Post by Queen Habana on Sept 23, 2017 23:22:26 GMT
Gekido | WC: 4178 | PL Gains: 7520 | New PL: 109,044
Tulip | WC: 4930 | PL Gains: 7025 | New PL: 248,393
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