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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 4, 2017 12:20:34 GMT
Round one announcement, check... Round two, now... Capper pauses at the matchup. Did he not just introduce Pota? ...Right, right. Alternate universes were a thing. Regardless, the saiyan began the second match.
"In the Minor League we have Pota versus Nabel in Arena Two, Round One!"
ROUND ONE of the Minor League's Multiversal Tournament has begun! Player Versus Player Matches have a set 48 hour timer for posts. Failing to post in time will result in disqualification. After ten days pass (*10 minutes IC), if a knockout, ring out, and so on is not accomplished, judges will decide a winner. Without further adieu, get to punching each other.
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Post by Pota on Dec 4, 2017 15:46:07 GMT
Pota was so excited there were so many strong people here of every race, every shape size, and color it was all really hard to take in all at once. He even saw another Gira here though if normal Gira scared him when she was mad this one must be terrifying when she got angry. He had been clear across the room from her and still felt her malevolence. But he could let that distract him there was fighting to be done and his opponent would evidently be someone called Nabel. Pota couldn't wait as he warmed up in his waiting room throwing a couple of kicks and jabs into empty air. After he was done with his warm up he would stretch and put on his green gi with a black undershirt, and his black boots then go out to the ring.
He didn't bother wearing his weighted clothing today this was a Multiverse tournament and the first tournament he had ever been in. He wanted to show the results of his training and go all out. Pota knew he wasn't going to be the champion of the minor tier but he was determined to have fun battling some strong opponents. Pota walked out onto the ring as the crowd gave a loud cheer. He couldn't help but smile and wave at the enthusiastic crowd as a shade of red appeared on his face. This was both spectacular and quite overwhelming for him. He had never seen this many fighters or people in one place.
Pota would continue on with a few more stretches and warm ups before his opponent took the stage. He had a large diner as Saiyans go and he didn't want to get a stomach cramp in the middle of his match. 'I'm so excited!'
Tournament PL: 100,000 KP:3/3 OOC: Lets have ourselves a good tournament!! Nabel
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Post by Nabel on Dec 5, 2017 5:28:35 GMT
Nabel had been grounded from alcohol for the past eight months. After all, with his diminished, babyish form, its effects might have consequences greater than he ever could have imagined. That, and if Amy had caught him holding any form of liquid luck, he was likely to have what was left of his ears burnt to a crisp from the sheer intensity of the Vampyre's searing shouts. And the tiny fiend did not want to risk that. Even if he was several times stronger than his guardian, the lad couldn't help but be terrified of her at times. That only begged the question, why did Nabel have no recollection of entering this multiversal tournament? He had to have accepted some sort of offer from those Vargas folks in order to be here. The boy couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, as he entered his end of the arena. He was used to his older memories being sapped, and stripped away from an easily accessible mental vault. What he hadn't anticipated was not being able to recall more than the faintest idea of how he'd arrived in a new area, especially one as odd and bizarre as this. So with his wits slowly being drudged from the gutter, the shambling, corpselike demon of a toddler flashed a set of incomplete fangs at the crowds above him. Their enthusiasm hadn't waned, and that gave the boy some encouragement, even as purple ooze dripped down his stitched lips. Had he looked more like his older self, the lad would have seemed a bit more menacing. But as he was now, he was just a child who managed to stumble into the wrong place at the right time. "I'm really excited to punch you, mister!" The demon pointed his only arm at his opponent, as he descended into the ring, a tiny fist hand bunched up into a fist. Pota | PL: 68,513 | Tournament PL: 100,000 Active PL: 100,000 | KP 3/3 OOC: Yeah, let's make this a fun one!
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Post by Pota on Dec 5, 2017 21:55:38 GMT
Pota smiled and dropped into his fighting stance but stopped mid stance as he caught a familiar whiff of something coming from the small toddler who was evidently his opponent. Suddenly vague memories of him losing control of his oozaru form came to mind and the smell of whiskey that nearly stopped him even in such a state came rushing back to him. It was a long time ago when he first met Gira and accidentally looked at a full moon not knowing Earth's full moon was every month. Pota hated whiskey one of his uncles gave him some as a kid and he despised the liquid ever since and never forgot an encounter with it even in oozaru. 'That was him back then?!' Pota pushed the thought away and decided to go show some thanks to the young..demon..vampire...baby.
He floated across the ring and landed gently in front of Nabel. "Hi my name's Pota, I'm a Saiyan from Earth." Holding out his hand for Nabel to shake. "I don't think you'll remember, I barely do seeing as I was a Giant out of control Monkey at the time but I think you assisted my Master in reigning me in when I went Oozaru when I first came to earth. If it wasn't for your whiskey breath I might have seriously injured her so I wanted to thank you for stepping like you did." Pota smiled and waited for the Demon child's response.Whether or not he shook his hand Pota would afterwards drop into his fighting stance. Crouching low with his legs shoulder length apart he put one arm up in front defensively and his other arm by his side as if ready to throw a punch at the drop of a hat. He then anxiously waited for the battle to commence. It was finally time for Pota to make his mark in his universe and very likely many others.
Nabel PL:100,000 KP:3/3
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Post by Nabel on Dec 6, 2017 3:41:24 GMT
Nabel had no flipping clue who this person was, beyond a vague sillhoutte popping up at the back of his mind. There was a memory there to be unearthed, but for all the effort he put into digging it out, it wasn't one that the demon could fully access on his own. That gave him reason to pause, even as he grinned, and gave the Saiyan a high five in return. What could have possibly prevented him from recalling something so odd and specific?
"That sounds like a Jerry thing." Nabel said blithely, as he reeled away from his opponent. After a good few feet of backing off, he got into a fighting position as well, his only bunched up into a fist. He finally figured out what had tampered the memory: the spell that had stripped him of his age and (even more) of his ability to properly reason. "When I grow up again, I'll try to remember it!" He said, a twisted grin forming, as the area around him erupted with hazy, purple mist. The lack of context to his words would be fully apparent.
As the boy's aura flared, a few pieces were put together, and he couldn't help but ask a question. After all, the brawl was about to begin, and he couldn't tell if his competitor had killing intent. (Something that he himself reeked off, despite his good intentions.) "Who is your master?" He asked, tilting his head backwards, to further protect it from harm. Active PL: 100,000 | KP: 3/3
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Post by Pota on Dec 6, 2017 15:29:12 GMT
At the demon asking who Pota's master was he couldn't help but crack a small proud smile. As he lunged forward throwing the first punch out of a barrage he would fire at Nabel he would answer his question before the heat of battle over took them both. "My Sensei is Gira Norms!" The young Saiyan would then pepper the small demon with punches and kicks. This was only partially in hopes of hitting his opponent. Pota was sort of strategic when it came to fighting so he was also testing to see if his opponent had any apparent weaknesses. After his barrage he would attempt to go under Nabel and leg sweep him. Whether or not this succeeded he would follow up with a knee in the to his back or midsection depending on if the sweep was successful.
PL:100000 KP:3/3 OOC: Sorry for short post gotta get to work irl.
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Post by Nabel on Dec 6, 2017 16:48:30 GMT
"She's real cool, I like her!" Nabel managed to shoot back, his own grin softening into a bright and innocent smile, even as he was assaulted by the barrage of punches and kicks. Being well over two feet shorter than the Saiyan, and having much less lanky limbs (whilst potentially being a few notches faster) had its advantages. The most obvious of which was that the lad was a much smaller target, one that would take a more precise and directed effort to hit fully. The leg sweep that came after the combination wasn't dodged by the demon, not that it succeeded in its task.
Instead, the tiny fiend raised his own knee, checking the attack with his shin. The follow-up kick was once again blocked, both showcasing the boy's absurd strength for his size, and preventing it from being fully effective. While the damage done was minimal, it did reveal a very exploitable weakness. Each hit that the babyish figure had absorbed pushed him back by a significant distance. Perhaps that would be of use to his opponent? Active PL: 100,000 | KP: 3/3 OOC: It's cool! Short posts work pretty well in fights, I think
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Post by Pota on Dec 6, 2017 21:20:36 GMT
It didn't take long for the Saiyan youth to pin point his advantage the mini sized opponent was indeed formidable. He was both strong and very quick to block his attacks. But there was something he wasn't. Heavy, the demon boy was light as a feather and Pota's attacks even blocked were shoving him great distances in the ring. He didn't need to think long before brewing up a strategy. Pota would pivot around Nabel to where they were facing the closest edge of the ring and push forward with another barrage. Making sure to be aware of his own momentum, as to not have it be used against him and his strategy effectively backfire.
Pota would savagely punch and kick trying to push his opponent towards the edge of the ring. If this step succeeded he would slip his tail, which was dangling inconspicuously at his side, around Nabel's ankle and would pull hard towards himself in an effort to rip away the lad's footing. Then deliver a devastating punch to his gut meant to hurl him from the ring. Afterward he would respond to Nabel's earlier comment. "Thank you I'm sure Gira would appreciate hearing that she certainly is a good friend and Sensei to me. One of the best if I may say so myself."
PL:100000 KP:3/3
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Post by Nabel on Dec 7, 2017 13:57:26 GMT
The fists and feet rained upon Nabel, who flipped and flew about, trying desperately to dodge all of the attacks. Of course, given how his opponent's power level was around equal to his own, it was a near impossible task. Perhaps someone more skilled and conditioned than Nabel could have accomplished the feat, but he himself had to resort to blocking what he couldn't avoid. The lad was pushed backwards by the onslaught, as he felt himself near the edge of the ring with each heavy blow. A few even made it through his guard (partially), as minor marks from the attacks began to appear on his leathery skin.
But playing defensively didn't mean that the boy was at an advantage, even if the damage he accrued was beginning to take an effect. His mind hadn't shut off throughout all of that, and having nearly a decade of martial arts experience behind him, the tiny demon had quickly figured out the range and rhythm of his opponents attacks. Feeling the end of the flurry nearing, Nabel finally made his move. A single counter was thrown, as the lad floated in midair.
Rather than aiming for his opponent's blindspot, the speedy, spinning backfist instead met one of Pota's powerful blows. Taking advantage of his weight and his newfound momentum, Nabel found himself flying back towards the center of the ring, barely just avoiding the sweeping tail that aimed for his feet. Going closer to the ground, the fiend found himself rolling across the floor, before regaining his fighting stance.
"Gira's real strong!" He commented, replying with a frenzied grin. Perhaps, he was enjoying this fight more than he should have, as evidenced by the misty, purple fog that continued to envelop him. His aura was certainly more than a little strange. "It makes sense that her student's tough too!" He giggled, as he allowed his ki to manifest itself by his side. With a loud crunch spreading throughout the arena, a whirring, blade of pure energy appeared by the boy's side. "But- I think my master wasn't no pushover either."
Charging [N1]Spy Blade - 33% Active PL: 100,000 | KP: 3/3
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Post by Pota on Dec 7, 2017 21:13:16 GMT
It was a good thing Pota didn't forget that his momentum could be used against him at the edge of the ring. The clever little demon boy used just that to his advantage as Pota predicted he would. But Pota stopped about a foot or two away from the edge of the ring pivoting on his left foot to face his opponent again. "You're not to bad yourself Nabel. I bet your master was really good to have trained such a skilled student." The young Saiyan was now starting to get a feel for his opponent's reflexes but now he needed to know what his attack power and speed were like. If pressed the attack too much he would wear himself ragged and it would be a simple matter to knock him out of the ring. Pota dropped back into his fighting stance as Nabel charged an attack.
"That's an interesting technique this is getting me really pumped up. Maybe we can do a little sparring when we get back to our universe." Pota offered with a confident smile. He knew things were gonna get interesting in this tournament. But obviously he hadn't been getting around his own universe all that much. 'I just can't wait to see what other fighters have in store for me!' Thought Pota as his fists tightened from the excitement of the whole idea. Even if he didn't advance past this he fully intended to spar whoever he could here. It was like a training buffet of the universe's best fighters. And this was just the beginning.
PL:100000 KP:3/3
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Post by Nabel on Dec 8, 2017 2:49:22 GMT
Nabel was also excited to see what his other opponents would have in store, though he did have to temper the hype a little, by reminding himself that his advance wasn't assured. He had a credible competitor within his midst, and with Vargas technology keeping them on equal footing, the boy couldn't just rely on a boost to get him out of the line of fire. He'd need to play things smartly, especially since he knew that both him and his opponent were focused on the details of this match.
Still, that didn't mean that he couldn't be civil. With his arm still coated with the rumbling laser blade, he allowed his grin to soften into something less devilish (a difficult feat for his kind), as he replied. "Aw shucks, it isn't much, mister!" The boy shot back with a giggle, a single eye peeled for what would come next. "It's just some ki stretched out into stabby form! I have pretty good control over it." Charging [N1]Spy Blade - 66% Active PL: 100,000 | KP: 3/3
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Post by Pota on Dec 8, 2017 20:36:34 GMT
Pota was having all sorts of fun with this match. But he knew if he let Nabel keep charging that attack he would be in trouble. The young Saiyan would dash forward a few feet before blinking to his opponent's flank. He would then deliver a ferocious kick intending on catching him on the chin. But what most people wouldn't see, and hopefully his opponent too, was the short handle-like object he would remove from the belt of his gi. Whether his kick was blocked or if it made contact he would then push off his opponent using the momentum to spin around. While doing so he would twist the midsection of the object in his hand making it extend into a quarterstaff with two dragon designs running along each end of the weapon and meeting in the middle. As it extended he would bring his weapon around the flank he was spinning towards and attempt to bash Nabel in his side.
After this assault he would flip back a few feet away and slam his quarterstaff into the ground where it would stay stuck for the time being. He would then slap his hands together and start building up green fiery ki between his palms. The energy would build up until there was a softball sized orb in between his hands. "I hope you're ready Nabel I'm gonna start getting serious here." Pota would smile confidently behind the green glow of his attack as it grew in his hands. "Lets have fun though."
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PL:100000
KP:3/3
Pota charges [MP3] Nova Dragon Burst at 100%
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Post by Nabel on Dec 10, 2017 5:38:14 GMT
At the onslaught that lay before him, Nabel had no choice but to deactivate the spark of power that whirred by his side. Just as it was becoming a force to be reckoned with, the ki blade was dispersed, and the lad instead focused his energy on dealing with his opponent's attacks. The kick that came directly at his chin nearly found its mark, but Nabel pulled a trick from the countless dirty boxers back in their universe, and slammed his head downwards. The sudden skull bash was aimed directly at the man's foot, and while it helped Pota's ploy to spin around with the momentum, the twinge of evil essence around it would do its best to cause harm.
But that left Nabel defenseless to the next hit, and he was knocked into the ground by the bash. It wasn't quite enough to leave lasting damage, but the boy was obviously dazed, as he picked himself off of the shattered, stone floor. His eye immediately picked up on the attack that charged before him, and Nabel was left gulping, even as he hopped back to his feet and steeled himself. The orb didn't look threatening, but Nabel could feel the scales at the back of his neck rumble in shock from the pressure of the charging energy attack.
That would be a problem, as it seemed like the Saiyan would make good on his promise to not hold back. Nabel wasn't afraid to return the favor, however, as he suddenly fell into a fit of nervous laughter. Waves of demonic energy exuded from him, and directly at Pota, disrupting the Saiyan's natural Ki flow. The crisis was averted, at least temporarily. Active PL: 100,000 | KP: 1/3 Cancelled [N1]Spy Blade Used [V2]Laughing Jack - 33% - 33,000 PL Pota's Charge is cancelled!
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Post by Pota on Dec 12, 2017 0:45:59 GMT
An unexpected turn of events presented itself as the boy started to laugh out of the blue. Which Pota had to admit made him kind of nervous himself "Umm...Did I say something funny?" All of a sudden his charge went out and he was left standing there like a deer in the headlights. "Whoa uhh... Well so much for that idea." As Pota put his arms to his sides he would explode in green fiery ki letting out a determined battle cry. "HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" He had no strategy now except to recharge his energy and hope that another opportunity would present itself. 'Damn I knew I shouldn't have used so much energy this early in the fight looks like I'll just have to wing it. Heh most famous last words ever.' Pota thought to himself as he stopped gathering energy and picked up his staff from the ground twirling it in his hands. Smiling at Nabel and pointing one end of his staff in his direction. "That was a neat trick but its gonna take more than that to take me down."
The young Saiyan would dash forward and do a sideways flip bringing his staff down on Nabels head and following up with a flurry of kicks. Pota knew it was a desperate action and he was at an extreme disadvantage due to energy. But even still the Saiyan youth was wearing the biggest smile on his face. He had never faced an opponent like Nabel and it only kept getting better and better.
PL:100000 No tech used +1KP KP:1/3 OOC: I'm not sure if I got my KP right. Just inform me if I didn't and I'll change it.
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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 18, 2017 1:34:19 GMT
Capper tapped his toe, eyeing the judge choice for this match with a shrug.
"Pota of Universe Fifteen will advance to Round Two!"
ROUND ONE of the Minor League's Multiversal Tournament has begun! Player Versus Player Matches have a set 48 hour timer for posts. Failing to post in time will result in disqualification. After ten days pass (*10 minutes IC), if a knockout, ring out, and so on is not accomplished, judges will decide a winner. Without further adieu, get to punching each other.
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