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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Nov 8, 2017 13:38:54 GMT
“Yes. Let the more skilled of us triumph.” She would of responded before moving herself back to the neutral spot that was given to her. Ninjin’s own nerves where flaring as she had not faced someone like this in an actual open combat situation in a while. Yes she had had her fair share of sparring matches with her former pupil and her best friend but nothing like this in public. It was as they stood there she would notice his rather odd choice of fashion for the briefest of moments. The color combination caught her a little off guard but did not really stop her train of thought after she got it moving. As she was already beginning to plan this maneuver or that move within her own mind. Counters and counter counters were already beginning to play out within her trained mind. When the announcer asked if they were ready Ninjin gave a large smile. “Aye. I am ready for this little brawl to get going.” Speaking up she smirked as he began his entire spiel. Ninjin would allow him his entire intro because to her it was amazing someone loved the ring and the spectacle that was these competitive fights enough to do things like this. For once it was refreshing for her to not be within a life or death situation when she fought. Her body was ready yet the fatigue she had was there. As so many fights back to back will get to most fighters unless they were some form of android. When he finished she could not help but smile toward him. Not out of any recognition to the name more to his tenacity and his own flair for the dramatic. This was when things would get serious and she closed her eyes. Narrowing her senses to encompass the ring at its maximum. Inhaling and Exhaling softly as the announcer began the countdown. Her eyes narrowed as she opened them as the count hit one. Looking directly at the ruby shades that he wore she would slip into the stance she had shown during the previous fight with her friend. Her eyes caught his movements as the match began. His charge forward was straightforward yet she humored him and did not dodge nor move. Instead she would meet him head on and give him the honor of a fight he deserved after such an introduction. Her hands would move and catch the jabs at the very last second of him throwing them toward her. As he ended the combination of jabs and seemed to begin jumping between jabs and knee strikes she would reach down and on one of the strikes push using her left hand on the top of his knee. Her entire body would fling into the air. Spiraling through the air Ninjin would land behind him and would begin to throw a combination of jabs toward his lower back. Her strikes were nothing out of the ordinary as she was just getting warmed up and she was wanting this to be a spectacle for the fans and for this fighter’s honor she would fight him at his strength until he wished to become more serious. {{KP3/3. No Tech Used. Pl set to 30,000. No Trans Active. Simple combination of punches coming at ya. Speenatch }}
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 9, 2017 7:23:23 GMT
Speenatch growled with frustration as Ninjin only used the exact amount of speed she needed to block his punches. And no more than that. She wasn't even trying to properly defeat him, despite still having so much power at her disposal... Instead, she was content to fight on his level, for some reason. ' Then there's that friggin' smile o' hers.' Just as he was thinking this, the former turtle hermit used his upraised knee to... push herself into the air for a flip. Due to physics, this also had the effect of knocking him back to the ground with a dull thud. She was behind him, his whole back was exposed! ...And she used this advantage just to deliver some jabs that were, from the perspective of both of them, light enough that it was hard to even feel the blows. Still, Steel was a fine actor, if nothing else. Thus, he stumbled forward from the "force of the combo" with a light grunt. After "recovering his footing", he turned about and got back into his fighting stance. " Well, looks like ya really earned that title o' "Turtle Hermit" back in tha day. My other two opponents wouldn'ta been able ta keep up with that... Not like ya can." ' Alright, either she's humorin' me, 'er she knows. Either way, I ain't gunna be able ta goad 'er inta strikin' first an' usin' precious energy. She's too smart, an' too drained, fer that... Let's see if I can't get one surprise on in there, though...' He sent a combo of his own flying towards her, all of them punches. He gave a right jab, a left jab, followed by an attempted uppercut. Presuming those were blocked, he growled with frustration. Then came the flurry. Jab after jab after jab aimed for her face, none of them faster than what a human without ki-training could hope to give. He growled, he snarled, he made it seem like he was giving his all just to hit this woman one time... Then there was a sudden burst of aqua-colored air all around him... ["Ki Compression" Dropped. Apparent PL: 15,600] He let his power flow through him once more until he was at his "normal" strength and speed. The weights still kept him held back, but... When he let the roundhouse fly, it was far, far faster than the blows he'd been delivering up until that point. After letting it fly, he himself flew backwards. As in, actually hovered back over the ground until he landed a short distance away within the arena's bounds. " But let's jus' see if ya c'n keep on keepin' up when I ain't holdin' back!" After saying that, he held his arms out to his sides. Each one was capped by a clenched fist, and the veins soon began to bulge as he prepared his body for the strain it was about to undertake. Strain he'd been training to deal with, but still... He took in a good, deep breath through his nose. The crowd, cheering or silent, fell away from his perception. The announcer giving details of the fight to people listening at home, along with color commentary, also fell away. There was just him and his opponent... the two biggest beacons to his third eye. Without any further warning, he sent his fists flying towards each other. Until they impacted right in front of his bulging pectorals as he hunched over. While doing this, he also willed the channels his ki was flowing through to expand. To let more power flow from his inner source... A lot more power. Enough that his aura became visible again, an aqua-colored flame flickering all around his form. And flickering rather brightly at that. Nowhere near Ninjin's golden aura from earlier, but still. ["Mastered Focus" activated. PL Multiplied x3. PL=46,800] The aqua aura shrank down and down until it was just wrapped around his right fist. Or... rather... only emanating from that limb specifically, rather than his whole body. It seemed to flow out from his knuckles... then wrap back around his forearm after extending about half of a foot out into the air. While it was there, the aura also changed color from aqua to the same hot-pink as his boots... Matching time with his sending ki into the limb itself, to strengthen it to feel as hard as steel. Without further ado, he launched himself forward. He literally flew towards his opponent, with his feet mere inches above the ground. His fist raised itself up to deliver a blow when he arrived. A blow he aimed at her face with the full force he could muster. " HAVE A PATENTED STEEL SERIES STRIKE, MARK TWO! YA EARNED IT!" [Technique used: "Steel Series Strike Mark II", delivered at 66%, 32,076 PL] [2 KP used. Current KP count: 1/3] [Sorry this took so long, Ninjin Nedrag ! I didn't get the chance to finish up my post before I had to head off to work. Hope you enjoy!] [Also, thanks for lettin' us skip to get the fight on the road, Pracross Yendatta ] |
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Nov 9, 2017 14:25:05 GMT
“Thanks. You are not half bad yourself good sir. Maybe I will get to earn the right to know your name by the end of this.” She spoke softly as she watched him stagger forward after the combination to his muscular back. It seemed that she had not really done a lot of damage to him as she would of expected. That would mean to her mind that she was fighting someone that was also holding something back as normal fighters would have been sent flying by this combination of punches.
His return combination was not something to take lightly as she was bobbing and weaving as best she could to dodge his slowly increasing in speed and rhythm strikes til it happened. She swore she felt his ki suddenly shoot up and the sudden burst caught her off guard and the roundhouse kick landed with a sickening thud. She was spun away due to the force of the strike as she caught herself within the border of the ring just as he had. In that flurry the crowd had exploded in cheers for both fighters.
Hearing his words come out about how he was no longer holding back she nodded as she stood back up slowly but with purpose. Raising her hands she looked him dead straight as she slipped back into the Turtle Stance. Watching him slowly release whatever it was that he was holding back made her smirk as it meant that this was about to get serious and she would gladly meet him inside of this type of match. Her own restraint would slip away as Speenatch would power himself up. Her own orchid colored aura would begin to swirl ever so lightly around herself as she stared directly at the man.
“Then let us go. I want to see everything that you can dish out. As there is nothing if we leave things unsaid and undone here and now…” Her words would come out in a confident and yet worried tone. As she knew that she had spent a lot of her energy inside the previous round so she was not at peak physical shape. Yet she was going to do whatever she could to win this for the recognition it would bring her. Watching the ki gather on his arm she knew she had only a moment to get this done and done right.
As he launched himself forward she would wait for the very last moment as his attack would seemingly connect but the image in front of him would shatter like a hammer hitting glass. Ninjin would be standing about five feet away to his left. The afterimage vanishing as it impacted the ground. A smile crossed her face as she drove forward with a combination of vicious looking kicks and punches as she did not hold back with whatever strength she had left within herself.
{Used Afterimage Rank 2 to dodge. 200% PL Dodge – 60,000PL Dodge. }
{{PL Is still maxed out at 30,000PL KP is now 1/3. Using normal full force attacks on you Speenatch. Gotta put on that good show for the folks watching.}}
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 9, 2017 19:42:16 GMT
He blinked as his fist hit Ninjin right square in the face... and she shattered into little pieces. Then his eyes opened wide, along with his mouth. An expression of pure horror and terror. ' ...Oh no... Oh no...' He stayed frozen. His fist was still extended towards where his opponent's face had been until she shattered and disappeared. He'd dealt with after-images before, but not one that shattered on impact. As such, he was very, very confused... And terrified that he'd done something quite terrible." D-... Did I just...?" He only realized that Ninjin was still there when she blindsided him with a vicious kick across the jaw. His head went to the side, and he found himself stumbling to the right again. That was going to leave a mark... " Ohthankgoodnessyajustdodged!", he blurted this out with a very relieved grin on his face. Despite having taken a rather powerful hit to said face. However, he shook his head, and his relieved grin turned into a confident one once more. The "Steel" affectation also came back to his voice... " Heheh.... 'Course, it's prolly best that ya did! Ma fists c'n level mountains!" He whirled about and his limbs became a blur as he entered into combat with the former Turtle Hermit again. Turtle-style versus Muay Thai-style kickboxing. He did his best to parry, block, and counter-attack. Sometimes he succeeded in blocking or parrying, sometimes he didn't. After all, the former Turtle Hermit had far greater skill and experience than he did. Though Speenatch was no slouch himself, and had the advantages of greater power and stamina at that particular moment. Not to mention, he was intimately familiar with his own form of fighting... Jab after jab after kick after strike... He didn't let up either, even as he took more and more hits. He seemed perfectly willing to get a few bruises and scrapes if it meant damaging his opponent. And this time, every hit he let fly had his full power and speed behind it. " An' just like ya wanted, I'll show ya everythin' I got! I'm tha full package, brawns an' brains! Not ta mention, good looks!" He disengaged from the combat, whirling and pushing from the ground so he could properly fly. He set himself to hover twenty feet or so above the arena proper. Then... both of his hands began to glow yellow as very light, inconsequential orbs of ki formed around them. He let said orbs fly to a pair of spots in the arena. Followed by two more... and then two more. Until a flurry of the things had impacted the arena all around. None hit Ninjin, none were even aimed at her. Instead, they impacted the arena with juuuuuust enough power to cause small craters, and knock dust and debris into the air. A lot of dust and debris. A practical cloud of it. ' Phase one is done. Now fer "phase two"...' With that, Speenatch "stealthed" again, hiding his energy from any ki-senses as he also descended into the dust... now he was just part of the background. At least, he was until he came flying out of the cloud around Ninjin to try and hit her with a fist to the back. He "un-stealthed" just a moment before he could have impacted... then flew back to disappear into the dust again. He repeated this process multiple times over the twenty seconds or so that the dust-cloud remained. Each time, he tried to hit from a place she wasn't expecting or looking, and each time he moved to get right back into "cover" and out of her way. As long as the dust cloud was up for the twenty seconds or so it should have lasted, he would've kept up this little "pattern". ' Alrighty Speenatch, just gotta keep 'er on 'er toes till yer ready fer 'nother big hit. Might try fer a "Bang-Bang Blaster"... Then 'gain, I could wait a lil' bit an' unveil tha "Mark III"... Nah, too risky... Too much time ta get that inta place, plus she might dodge 'gain... Aaaand I don't wanna cause any "collateral damage"...' He tried his best to multi-task on any counter-attacks that Ninjin might think up while he was thinking at the speed of a "mile per minute"... He had to always be on guard against another skilled fighter... ' Outhink, outplan, never let 'em have a moment ta do tha same...' [No Techniques used, KP recovered... KP Count now 2/3] [Hey, ya block some, you take some, you give some right back! PUNCHES FOR ALL! Ninjin Nedrag ] |
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Nov 9, 2017 21:41:26 GMT
After her kick connected she would let him move away from her. It was interesting to see that he was able to get away quickly. A smirk crossed her face as she landed on the ground and spun herself to face him directly once more. The fight became once more a blur between the two of them. The constant fighting was something her blood enjoyed and she would flourish within. She was not going to be blocking every single attack. So back and forth the strikes would land upon one another and they would eventually shatter one another apart from the previous blow and it gave them a moment to breath. It seemed that he gained time to speak up a little. Listening to him speak she would keep the smirk on her face.
As he moved away from her she moved and readied herself. Watching as he began to charge some basic style ki blasts. They came at her with a burst of speed and she quickly moved raising her own hands expecting the impact to come, but when it didn’t she watched him quickly make a collection of craters around the arena, Raising her arms she waved them from side to side keeping the dust from her vision as he vanished even from her ki sense. :: Crap not good… Focus Ninjin. You have to survive for a few seconds. :
Her internal words made her flinch as she was suddenly hit once or twice. After the fourth hit she managed to begin to deflect a few of the strikes but she knew that this would not end well if she could not find a way to escape. Inhaling she focused for a moment and took off into the air above the arena. Coughing as she forced the dust out of her lungs. Watching around for Speenatch she would close her eyes would create four additional arms coming out of her backs. Floating in the air she allowed ki to gather on all six of them and she would begin to toss in the ki toward the dustcloud hoping to catch him with it. She would be tiring and it would not be very long if this kept up til she would be knocked out of the ring.
{{Six Witches Technique used. No KP Used as it is stated to not use any. Basic Ki balls being tossed into the dustcloud hoping to his Speenatch. PL is still at 30,000 but she is obviously tiring.}}
{{KP 2/3, No Techs used. }}
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 10, 2017 7:27:02 GMT
Following a few hits, Speenatch felt Ninjin lift up into the sky. He couldn't really see her do so, since he was still in the dust-cloud when she lifted off. But he could certainly feel her fly off with his enhanced senses. Meanwhile, he kept himself "stealthed" from sight and ki-sense as he stayed down on the ground inside of his dust-cloud. Best to stay hidden until he could get a feel for what was going on. ' She'll prolly charge up fer sum sorta technique an' blast it down... If she's got tha power fer that sorta thing, that is...' He was however, surprised when she didn't do any such thing. Instead, he felt a weird ki-spike and splitting. Followed by... six blasts. ' Wut tha? ...How'd she manage six blasts simultaneously?!' He didn't have any further time to ponder the technique he was sensing, for an orb was heading right for him... It was too fast for him to think to dodge. So he just threw his arms up into an x-formation over his head and went down on one knee. Therefore reducing the strain of the impact.. Even with his defenses quickly raised up (causing him to show up to one's ki-senses again), the heat and power of the orb were enough to make both his arms sting. It also caused his body to sink into a brand new, Steel-sized crater. Right there on the floor. He slowly rose back up to both of his feet. While Ninjin was presumably getting exhausted, Speenatch was starting to feel the strain of the fight himself. He took a moment to pant and catch his breath while the dust-cloud hid him from sight. ' Wow even while low on power, she's makin' me sweat. I'm real glad I didn't face 'er a round 'er two ago... But I can't let 'er get more hits off. I gotta keep 'er on tha defensive. Always dodgin', always runnin... An' since she's makin 'erself an easy target up there in tha air...' The semi-professional fighter-fellow smirked and put his hands together into the shape of a "finger gun". Both of his index and middle fingers were pointing outwards, and his thumbs were held up like some sort of "hammer". He aimed this shape up towards the floating Ninjin, getting her "in his sights". As the dust settled, and he became visible... he kept up the smirk... He also ignored the multiple arms growing out of the former Turtle-Hermit's body. He'd fought a literal demon multiple times, he'd seen faaaaar stranger techniques. " Heheh... Good try, but not good 'nough. All ya did was make yerself a sittin' duck... an' I just got ma huntin' license!" ' ...I'm gunna keep that one fer later. That's a good one.' He began pumping ki into the "finger gun"... And as he did, a pin-prick of bright, orange-color energy began to grow and glow around his finger-tips. It got bigger... bigger... until it was about twice the size of both of his fists put together... " BANG-BANG BLASTER..." He pushed his thumbs downward. The "hammer" fell... " FIRE!" The bright-orange "bullet" flew forward at high-speed, faster than a speeding... bullet... Well, faster than its namesake, at any rate. Trailing behind it was a beam of the same color, one which extended all the way back to Speenatch's fingers even as the bullet grew farther and farther away from him. And closer, and closer to Ninjin... ["Full Grip Bang-Bang Blaster" used. Delivered at 66% PL, 32,076.] [KP used, 2. KP now at 0/3] [A punch or kick can be rather sick, but beams burn ever brighter... Ninjin Nedrag ] |
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Post by Ninjin Nedrag on Nov 10, 2017 18:51:34 GMT
Floating in the air she was breathing hard. Her body was straining but she had a single final burst deep within herself that she would have to tap into I fneeded. It would assume that this time everything would possibly end it all. Especially when she noticed the way that he was angled as the dust settled and was blown away as he began to charge his attack. With an exhausted sigh she felt let the extra arms slip away as she closed her arms and her muscles erupted and all of her strength appeared to increase inside of the moment. Raising her own hands together she knew it would have to be everything inside of the single attack. Sliding the hands together she began to charge up a rather specific and signature attack. “KA….ME… HA… Me… HA!!!!”The signature technique of the school would be fired back toward Speenatch’s orange bullet as it was launched at her. Yet the attack was not going to be enough even with the bulking and power she was showing. Instead she was going to have to take this to her exhausted body. The ki bullet would impact her with obviously less force than before and she would tumble down out of the sky. Landing down on the ground with a bouncing thud that caused her to tumble over the edge of the ring and onto the grass outside. With a groan she realized where she had landed and could not help but chuckle as she stood up slowly. Looking over at Speenatch she gave him a smile and a thumbs up as she waited for him to exit the ring. Extending a hand out of respect she would shake his and give him a bow of respect as well. “Well fought.”{{Used Bulking and a Kamehameha to try and blast aside the Bang Bang Blaster. Bang Bang Blaster wins. {{Didn’t want to do the math but trust me you win  }} KP 0/3, Ninjin loses this round. }} |
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 11, 2017 8:55:22 GMT
As the two beams hit... Speenatch was also pouring on power. Not quite everything he had, but he was certainly pushing. And pushing... and pushing... that little orange beam just kept powering against the blue Kamehameha wave. Inching and inching forward, causing the wave to crash and spread around the orb, then acquiesce to it entirely.
All of a sudden, the struggle was over. There was no more resistance. Just him standing with his fingers aimed to the air, and his opponent on the ground. And she was outside of the ring...
He tilted his head down to focus his shaded eyes on Ninjin's prone form. His brow rose, his jaw gaped... "I... I won?" After the realization hit him, his lips turned up into a wide grin. Then he simultaneously raised his arms and raised his voice. "I won! HAHAHAAAAA! Satan City's favored son is number one! YEEEAAAAAAH!!!"
He danced a little jig as the announcer himself began to speak up, "Ninjin has been pushed out of the ring! The victor is... Lucky Numb-... I mean... MISTER STEEL!" The announcer gave a decisive chopping motion as he continued, "This means Steel will be facing the other victor in the finals! Let's hope the both of them give as good of a bout as that last one!"
Speenatch began walking out of the ring, towards where Ninjin was standing. As he exited that pockmarked battleground, he wore that confident smirk of his and pumped a fist into the air. This elicited quite a bit of cheering from the crowd that had been so enraptured by the fight as it went on. Short as it was, it was a good one.
When he stepped in, he took her hand for a good old fashioned shake. And then a good old fashioned bow of his head. "Thanks... Ya didn't do so bad yerself. 'Specially fer sumeone that wus fightin' with next ta nuthin' left in 'er tank. I'd've hated ta be in a ring with ya at full power... Same goes fer bein' in tha ring with whoever made ya tha former Turtle Hermit." He was about to keep on going with his babbling and blathering, but then his stomach decided to chime in. It let out a low rumble...
Thus, a hairy hand went to slap his toned abdomen, and he grunted. "Urgh... Speakin' of runnin' on empty, think I'm gonna need ta grab one o' ma home-made snack bars from ma locker 'fore ma next match. If ya want one, follow me! ...If ya don't uh... see ya 'round, I guess..." He gave a wave, turned... and headed for the locker spaces. He needed to rest up before the next match started.
'Cause I plan on winnin' this thing. Then I'm gunna keep on winnin' an' gettin' stronger. Not gunna just chill fer months doin' nothin' anymore. No more mopin' an' meditatin' an' wishin' I could join in...'
[Alrighty, guess we're ready for... THE FINAL ROUND!]
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Nov 14, 2017 22:09:20 GMT
A spectacular fight rolled out from the fighters in the arena. The former Turtle School mentor?! How cool was that?! Fighting her was the “Mister Steel”, a human who turned out to be a lot more promising than expected. Both fighters actually gave a good dose of power that gave off a burst of unsettling energy with every punch thrown.
Pracross was on the edge of his seat. He had doubted the human with the genetic enhancements before, but as it turns out, he was actually very well developed. His combos he produced out were devastating and carried a lot of power than hurt to watch, but the Ex Turtle handled the job fine. The two fought with a crazy amount of cool power that made the Saiyan Jealous. All of this exerted energy and yet he was unable to pull off such moves himes?! It was incredible, Pracross wanted that life of strength!
The round was moving faster and faster with every second passing by. A Steel… something punch was released that would have hurt Pracross to the point of an instant KO if he didn’t look out, but the Saiyan in trench didn’t know of this, for he could not sense the amount of energy being released by these fighters. When the beam clash started, Pracross stood up from his seat and gripped onto the balcony. His jaw was on the ground from the scene, as was everyone in the stands. He wanted to be down there! His turn at the next fighter… But who was it going to be…?
It was Mister Steel!
The Human came out on top with an Out of Area, leaving him to be the fighter he faces in the next round.
Pracross was shaking in excitement. The Saiyan jumped the balcony and flew down to his spot to fight his next opponent, a human who looked like he was just attempting to get some placement credit and as it seemed, he’d be going to the 4th place cup. Not bad for a human against some crazy competition, though he did sit out for a round so he had only a glimpse of what he was getting into.
When the bell rang, Pracross was already behind the human in an instant, which for a couple of seconds, the human didn’t register. Of course, being the Super Sonic Saiyan, not a lot of people would have seen him even take his first step, but Pracross decided not to think about it long. The Saiyan picked up the thin Earthling and tossed him backwards into the OOA, instantly taking the round. Of course, even with the quick victory and his eagerness to continue, they’d still make him wait to fight Speenatch. The Saiyan in Spiral walked to the center of the arena and just… sat as he waited for the start of the next round. He wanted to meet his opponent eyes first when he arrives.
OOC: Phew! Man, sorry for the wait, inspiration has been DEAD! But now I'm back and ready for a fight! Up Next: Ninjin Nedrag |
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 18, 2017 10:33:05 GMT
Speenatch was indeed left with plenty of time before the final match began. Enough to grab a snack, get some water to drink from the fountains, stretch... and also double-check that his body's ki-reserves were going strong. He extended his third eye inward, following the channels of energy that his power flowed through...
'Oh good, still got plenty in tha tank. That last fight wus tough, but not "ta tha last legs" tough...'
And just as he had that thought, a familiar buzz came on over the loudspeakers. A call for the fighters to head to the ring, if they weren't there already. And so, the short, squat human began to shuffle his way over. He didn't bother with his cloak this time, the illusion was blown. Instead, he walked out of the locker-rooms and down the halls in his full "Mister Steel" regalia. And all of its clashing glory.
Step after step, all the way out to the bright, shining day outside. A bright and shining day that perfectly illuminated the young saiyan waiting in the center of the ring.
'Has... Has this guy been there tha whole time? ...Eh, whatever... Guess 'e's just excited.'
He raised a fist as he entered, raising plenty of applause and cheering from the crowd. The two fan-favorites were about to go into battle...
[Sorry about the brevity of this one, and the late timing. Just been unable to pump out a post lately due to work and family obligations.]
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Nov 22, 2017 17:21:23 GMT
It felt like hours, no days, before the match finally came to fruition. Pracross was starting to slump over on his arm, eyes drooping slowly as the crowd started to return from their break. The sounds of sodas popping and children running about were starting to appear once more as the timer reached around 5 minutes. Pracross’ cheek was starting to hurt, as was his Palm, which was digging into his bone. When some cheers started to swell up, he jolted awake with some blinks, his body feeling like it had rested, though his mouth was in pain.
When the great “Mister Steel” walked onto the arena, the Saiyan leaned over and scratched his neck. He definitely looked strong, as his body was well structured. Maybe this would be a really tough fight? The Saiyan in Spiral stood up and started to stretch as the Human pumped a fist into the air, the crowded pumping with energy as he did so. It was obvious of which one was the crowd favorite. Maybe this guy was kind of like a Hercule figure, just less… disappointing?
Pracross got into a battle stance, a wild look in his eyes as he took his offensive stance. “Let's make this entertaining!” The Saiyan gave his kindest smile as the announcer gave his introduction, the arrival of the final round was here and Pracross had made it with ease… but could he win? As a Saiyan, he was overconfident, as usual, which would lead him to make the first move and the first attempt to a heavy KO.
When the bell rang, Pracross shot at his opponent, the title of “Super Sonic Saiyan” becoming evident as a fist flew at Speenatch, with an attack following in the form of a kick, aimed for the Human’s skull. Whether the results of the attack, Pracross would jump back to the center of the stadium. “You're pretty strong, I know that much. Your last round proved that, so I can't wait to fight you myself!”
OOC: Heck I am alive |
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 23, 2017 9:46:01 GMT
Speenatch only noticed that his opponent was already in the center of the ring after he was already in it. That little detail actually made him jump a little... ' Has uh... has this feller been waitin' fer me tha whole friggin' time? Excited, I guess...' He was mildly unnerved by this as he got into his own fighting stance. His feet were shoulder-width apart... one behind the other. He also decided to bend at the knees a little bit. He hopped from side to side and rolled on the pads of his feet as he did, ready to move if he needed to be. Considering the Saiyan boy's aggressive stance... The squat Earthling took a more defensive one. One arm was held out in front of him, ready to block any hits aimed at his head or chest. The other was held lower, and slightly closer to his body. That would help him in blocking any hits aimed towards the gut... or his groin. Whatever the case might have been. The announcer explained the rules for the umpteenth time as the two stood there. Waiting for the bell to ring. Waiting for the go ahead. During that short amount of time, Speenatch had all of his senses primed and watching his opponent. ' Lessee... he don't feel like he's on ma level. Not quite, at least. Still got 'nough power ta gimme a run fer ma money if I don't increase tha flow... 'Course, he prolly knows 'bout that lil' trick o' mine, so I'll hafta keep it hidden till 'e ain't suspectin' it... Plus I gotta see if he's got 'nough experience ta make me sweat without tha increase in power.' " Finally, no weapons are permitted whatsoever in this match! And with all of that out of the way, ladies and gentlemen... let the FINAL MATCH of the East Capitol Tournament begin!" Speenatch had only a moment or so after the ringing of the bell to react to the speedy little Saiyan's sudden zooming and zipping. One moment, Pracross was clear across the arena from his position... the next, Speenatch was reacting out of instinct to block the fist that was flying his way. However, mirroring his own surprise-assault on Ninjin... he wound up taking a kick right to the head. One bad enough to twist his head and send him stumbling over to the side a few steps. He regained his footing as Pracross leaped back to the center of the arena. In response to the Saiyan's words, Speenatch smiled and straightened back into a fighting stance. " Well, if ya saw wut I did last round... then ya know wut I c'n do to YOU!" With that, it was Speenatch's turn to accelerate. He didn't bother with running or dashing. His boots didn't touch the ground as he flew his way over towards Pracross... Feet first. " Taste ma newest technique, runt! Furious Feet Flurry!" First, he tried to slam right into the Saiyan... predicting that would be blocked, however, he also made sure he would still stop after the initial impact (or lack thereof). Then, those hot-pink boots of his began to fly in a furious flurry of kicks and jabs aimed at the Saiyan's face and head. Leftfootrightfootbothfeetrightfootleftfootbothfeetrightfootrightfootleftfootrightfootbothfeetbothfeet... It was madness. Utter madness with no coordinated pattern. It was also outside of Speenatch's usual fighting style... ' Which'll hopefully mean he won't see this comin'... 'Specially since I'm keepin 'im on 'is toes!' All of a sudden, the squat Earthling flipped and twisted as he infused ki into his right arm... To deliver a powerful cross-punch. If it hit, well... it would feel like solid steel impacting on the Saiyan boy's face. With enough raw power to send anyone flying at least a few feet... [Technique Used: Steel Series Strike Mark I. Delivered at 33% for 5,148 PL.] [KP Used: 1. KP now at 2/3] [Here ya go Pracross Yendatta! I'm predicting that Steel was given enough time between matches to get full KP back... otherwise, I'll correct the count. Either way, enjoy!] |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Nov 24, 2017 3:04:24 GMT
The first note the Saiyan took was that he was ignored up until Speenatch had already planted his feet just a few yards away from Pracross, made evident by his shudder away from him. It was a little funny that he could have been so ignorant to see someone just sitting in the middle of a stadium, but whatever was going through his mind was probably important… hopefully…
As Pracross flipped his red scarf and got into his stance, the Human took one for defense, a smart move on his part. As the two waited for the bell, Pracross looked over the the announcer’s booth, his eyes drooping with boredom as he waited. “C’mon… Hurry upppp…” He muttered to himself, turning his attention back to Speenatch. Tension was pressing. Hard. It was making things interesting though, the lightning sparking between the two.
When the bell rang, Speenatch reacted quite well to his surprise attack, dodging the punch with just enough time. Pracross gained immediate respect for the guy, or did for a moment. It vanished a little when the kick he threw planted straight into the skull of the Human, which probably hurt a bit. When the Saiyan jumped back to recover, his opponent's response was cocky, as to be expected, yet instead of being annoyed, Pracross grew excited, thrilled even as his opponent bragged on about his new move.
“Come on then, show it to me!” Being called a runt didn’t make Pracross feel so happy. If anything, it made him feel angry again. Being called a child was one of his least favorite things, since it seemed no one knew the difference between a teen and a child. Pracross had the intent of beating this guy to the ground now.
When the blows came at Pracross, they were… really disappointing… He could see there was no pattern and they were all really easy to dodge. Sure, one or two managed to scuff the Saiyan a bit, but it didn’t phase him much. The Super Sonic Saiyan, in fact, had so much time in between that he was getting ready to counter the attacks if it weren’t for the punch that caught him off guard. The fist hit the boy’s face, sending him flying into the air and making a rough recovery by rolling on the ground. The Saiyan smirked and wiped away some spit and blood from the hit, laughing as her started to roll his neck.
“Oooohohohooo, you’ve done it now!” The Saiyan monologued jokingly, “I’ll make sure to crush you with everything I have!” He smiled with a kind face, seeming like he could care less about this whole facade, but hey? Why not a hero or villain act to lighten things up?
The Saiyan shot at the opponent, ready to plant impact with a fist, but before it landed, Pracross disappeared! If Speenatch had keen sense, he could tell that the Saiyan was now behind the Human, charging up a sudden barrage of attacks. First was a few ki blasts, then three beams of pure, purple ki. The Saiyan knew this move as the Cosmic Beam, his simplest move in his arsenal, which if it hit or not, it would’ve done some damage to something.
[Cosmic Beam x3 - 33% - 3701 Each (Max of 11103 PL) - RELEASED]
0/3 KP
OOC: Yep! Enjoy your KP! |
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Post by Speenatch on Nov 26, 2017 21:31:47 GMT
Speenatch got into a defensive position as Pracross wiped the blood from his face. One arm was held out and away for a block, the other was held close to his gut (also for blocking). To the Saiyan's taunting... well, Speenatch just put on that confident smirk of his while keeping those shaded eyes on his opponent. " Heh... crush me...?!" ' Alrighty, he's fast... even with tha fact that he ain't got as much power as I do. But, I got durability on ma side. As long as I c'n take his hits, I c'n stay functioninin'...' Then, all of a sudden, Pracross CHARGED across the field, fist first. Speenatch kept his guard up, and all of his attention focused on the shorter Saiyan lad as he prepped his defenses. And since his zipping foe wasn't putting any ki into the blow, the squat Earthling figured that a regular block would suffice. ' Then I c'n maybe counter with another coupla hits. 'Er a Mark II hit... yeah... Wait, wut tha?!' Right before the moment of impact, Pracross suddenly disappeared. This left his foe confused... until Speenatch's "third eye" sensed the energy of his opponent right behind him. And some extra power being pumped out. Before the gaudily-dressed Earthling could react, he had a fresh hole in his gi, and a fresh wound in his back, from the first of the trio of beams. He quickly whirled around after that just in time to see the next two beams coming at him. He pumped ki into his arm, much like he did for the fist... Strengthening and hardening it beyond what his normal aura did for his body as a whole. Then... He backhanded the first beam, sending it flying up into the air. Away from any people... and hopefully burning itself out before it hit anything in the air. Like a bird. Or a plane. Or even a satellite. [Technique Used, "Man of Steel", Blocks damage up to 100% of PL (up to 15,600). KP Cost: 1. KP = 1/3] The second received a slap with his palm, down towards the stone of the arena itself. As the purple blast impacted the floor, it sent that stone upwards in an explosion of debris. Some pieces were big, others were small, most were dust-sized granules that formed a big ol' cloud around and in front of Speenatch. [Technique Used, "Man of Steel"... Second Verse, same as the first. KP = 0/3] Of course, while that dust-cloud was thrown up, Speenatch pushed against the ground with his own energy... Flying above the hole in the arena. And above the dust-cloud, seemingly unharmed by the Saiyan's attack. This was due to his hiding the wound from the beam on his back by angling himself. His front was both facing the Saiyan, and slightly angled to the ground. Thus meaning that his back was facing only the sky. He also wore his confident smirk again, and crossed his arms rather nonchalantly. " ...Good job, kiddo. Reeeeaaaaal good strat right there, I'll give ya that much. But uh... just a quick questioné fer ya... That all ya got? Cause if it is..." At that moment, Speenatch unlocked the flow of ki within his body. His aura became fully visible to the naked eye, a bright aqua color that flowed like a river up and along his body. ["Mastered Focus" activated. PL multiplied x3 = 46,800] " Then I don't think I gotta worry 'bout gettin' "crushed" anytime soon..." [Sorry about how long that took, Pracross Yendatta . Work's been madness.] |
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Post by Pracross Yendatta on Nov 30, 2017 3:11:34 GMT
Pracross slid to a stop, striking a pose, a finger gun pointed to the sky as his scarf flew with the wind. “How was that for ya?” He turned around, a little over dramatic, to see his opponent standing just fine. “Wh-what?!” Pracross grit his teeth and looked at his hands. He had consumed a lot of ki using those moves and now he needed a recharge. It’d be a while before he could actually do some damage again.
When the Saiyan’s opponent started to throw a taunt at him, Pracross took into a defensive pose, his eyes sharp as the human’s aura sparked… this was a new found power and it was terrifying. The Saiyan was ecstatic. “I don’t know, is it?” Pracross said jokingly, body getting ready to defend.
1/3 KP
OOC: I took forever and the post was short, I am SUPER SORRY! D: |
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}} KP 0/3, Ninjin loses this round. }}
