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Post by Samba on Aug 22, 2017 18:46:41 GMT
| Light Up Your Fighting Spirit! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 4,054,032 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16P) |
Days after the feast was over the Zoanthrope known as Samba stood in the middle of a seemingly random island in the place dubly named as the Quiet Plains by the Warrior Caste, the Zoan having asked around for a place to train to his heart content without anyone bothering him, and so here he was. At the moment he seemed calm and meditating while in mid-air, while around him laid a group of beaten up and dirty copies of himself, all of them sporting bruises, reap and tears in their clothing as they tried to regain their breath back.
Samba wasn't looking too good, his own body and clothing showing the extent of how far his training had been going for the better part of dawn till midday. Finally one of the clones propped itself up with a trembling hand, one eye swollen shut as he glared at the other with his good eye. "Goddamn it, Boss. Do you had to hit us that hard?" He hissed as his body throbbed in pain, his voice only earning a quick peek from behind those eyelids before they closed again.
"Shut up, it's not like you guys when easy on me either." Samba retorted, wisps of white energy licking at his shoulders, almost looking like ethereal flames. "You know why I did this, ever since a few weeks ago I felt like I'm getting closer and closer to unlocking a new reservoir of power deep within me like when I fought Kaito and that time Walker helped me... but no luck." He sighed his frustration through his nose. "It's like there's another fucking wall stopping me from reaching it, and it's fucking frustrating, I thought fighting with my clones would have helped but it did nothing."
The clone now sat on his butt, legs spread and hands propped behind him as he stared at his original with a raised brow. "So, what, you think meditating will help?" He drawled, skepticism clear in his voice.
Samba didn't let the clone's tone disturb him from his zen state. "It's been noted that meditation helps in clearing the mind and focusing the inner self, so yes, perhaps this will help, at least it will help me focus myself in any case." As he continued his training, he let his energy loose, the full extent of his power almost like a shockwave extending through the Quiet Plains, no doubt alerting anyone nearby with a lick of energy sensing abilities that someone really strong was training and or fighting.
TAGS: Tulip Waterfield OOC NOTES: Let's begin~
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 25, 2017 21:49:46 GMT
Letting out a slow breath, the woman shut her eyes. Her aura was building slowly, as the hybrid tried to find the balance she’d discovered before. The realization that her blonde transformation was just another part of herself, and nothing to be feared, was only one part of the catalyst to reach that next level of mastery. She hadn’t been able to trigger the same level of calm and strength while dueling Pin on the wastelands of Vegeta. It required something more, which the woman still was trying to unravel. Was it my resolve to give Liang the fight of his life? Or was it my desire to continue even if it killed me? Or was it just the natural progression of my mastery? If it was the last...I should be able to reactivate it at will...maybe I just need to continue searching and training till I find an opponent that can recreate that sense of desire. The woman let her aura quench itself, as she rose from her seated position. Her gaze swept the small cave she sat in, covered in moss and hidden from the sun rays. It was a nice, quiet place to meditate. But, without something to fight, it was all but pointless in growing her current strength. The woman picked up a large rock, getting ready to toss it out into the sunlight. As her arm pulled back, a wave of energy washed over her body and mind. The rock slipped from her grasp, as her gaze shot towards the direction it had come from; one of the rock walls faced her, but the power lay in the open only a short distance away. And the icing on the cake was this; the woman knew that aura. Sprinting towards the mouth of the cave, the woman slid into the sunlight. Her hair floated up on an unseen force, aura shifting to gold as the woman pushed her power output to its strongest. Far weaker than the force of her quarry, but it would suffice as a heads-up. “Here I come, you big wolf.” With that declaration, the woman began sprinting forward and shot into the air, shooting across the green sky. Landing on the blue grass opposite the huge warrior, the woman straightened out her jacket with a flick of her hands. Her blue gaze went to Samba, as a grin crossed her face. She hopped into the air, avoiding the fallen clones and heading straight for the man himself “It’s been a while, you strong man.” Floating up to him, the woman admired his height and build, before firmly slamming her fist into his burly chest. It wasn’t a punch to injure, but out of admiration. The woman pulled away, before dropping to the grass. She began undoing the metal buttons that held her jacket shut, as she stepped away. Tossing the jacket onto the grass near one of the fallen clones, the woman began stretching slowly. Her gaze returned to the floating wolf Zoan, as a small smirk crossed her lips. “You seem a little worse for wear; not gonna use that as an excuse to rain-check this fight, are you?” Finishing her quick stretches, the woman turned to the huge Zoanthrope. The hybrid slid her feet apart, raising her fists and grinning at Samba. “If you’re flexing your aura that hard here in the open, you’re trying to fight or unlock something. I’m aiming for both as well; so let’s keep this interesting.” Base PL - 214,204 SSJ Activated! New PL - 2,356,244
KP - 3/3
Sorry about the wait! Samba
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Post by Samba on Aug 26, 2017 17:35:36 GMT
| Light Up Your Fighting Spirit! |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 4,054,032 |
GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | PL MULTIPLIERS: BASHKAR (X16P) |
Spotting an energy approaching at a fast pace, the clones looked towards the direction of the energy while the original keep his meditation going. The energy felt sort of familiar, but definitely stronger than the last time they felt it. Sure enough, once the owner of that aura landed they could see that it was from that girl they met on Earth in what seemed like ages ago. Discreetly, the clones dispelled as she walked past them, and as they disappeared the original got their memories and noted that he wasn't alone anymore.
Opening his eyes, the Zoanthrope found the visage of Tulip standing not too far away from him, and slowly getting closer. He blinked twice as she merely stood there and looked at him up and down, feeling a bit self-conscious the Wolfman refrained him blushing and instead rubbed the back of his nape with a paw, though he couldn't help but give out a small "Oomph" as her fist collided solidly with his pecs.
Rubbing a paw against his chest, the Zoan finally spoke towards the girl. "Hey there, Tulip was it? I'm sorry we didn't get to fight back then, I had urgent business to take care of," He watched as she got rid of her jacket and began to stretch, his bulky form still in its meditate stance while in midair, his bushy tail slowly wagging behind him as he realized what she wanted from him.
A feral smirk worked across his features as he straightened up and took a fighting stance, feet slightly apart and firmly planted on the soil, body tilted a bit to the side whilst his left hand was in front of him and down, as the other was raised at an angle behind him; both of them closed a bit inward to drive attention to his sharp claws. "I don't have anywhere else to be right now, you caught me at a good time. I was beginning to get really bored."
Who knows, perhaps this fight will push him through the boundaries keeping him at bay, if not then it'd be a good workout. He took notice of her hair, seeing that she was in her Super Saiyan state and yet his power dwarfed hers by the double, even so, he'd make sure to give her a good time and not hold back.
Much, anyway...
"Ladies first," He teased as he made a "bring it" motion with his left hand, his feral smirk turning into a grin as he awaited her move. Seeing how excited she was he didn't doubt she'd gladly take his invitation to star the match.
TAGS: Tulip Waterfield OOC NOTES: Let's begin~
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Aug 29, 2017 20:27:04 GMT
The Wolf Zoanthrope responded favorably, striking a fighting pose with his claws out. A clearly fierce stance, doubtless designed around attacking using his powerful strength and animal-traits to his advantage. The woman shifted her stance, taking up a boxer’s stance. She couldn’t accurately mimic the powerful style of Levlidian or the defensive strength of Pocky’s. But...her grasp of Gekido’s flexible yet destructive style was almost complete, after all of their encounters. Rotating her wrists slightly, the woman shifted her hands into fists and nodded in response to the wolf’s final comment. His motion only ignited her excitement more. “Don’t mind if I do.” Digging her feet into the dirt, the woman shot forward. She wove back and forth, using footwork to remain in contact with the ground. She focused her energy into her legs and fists, trying to enhance her speed. Planting her feet roughly into the earth, the woman threw a punch at the wolf. It was aimed for his face, with enough speed to crack the air. But, this sudden, fast strike was a feint. The woman vanished, ground broken further as she stopped her fist and left that position. The ground around Samba continued cracking further, as the woman threw a flurry of punches that blurred the very air around the wolf. As the last punch aimed at his back impacted mere millimeters from the wolf’s back, the woman reappeared. Her feet sunk into the broken earth just in front of Samba, as she sent a powerful uppercut towards the wolf’s chin. It was spotty if the attack would even reach; the woman was happy simply to be fighting someone this powerful in such a short time.
No Change in PL
KP: 3/3
Samba Sorry about the wait
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