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Post by Capper the Patroller on Dec 18, 2017 2:35:43 GMT
Capper yawns after downing some more water to keep his voice from cracking. Articho wasn't having a good time with foes. But, alas, the show must go on."In the Major League we have Articho and Wyntre battling in Round Two!"
ROUND TWO 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 Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 19, 2017 0:32:48 GMT
Articho bounced on his toes a little bit, shaking his arms as he loosened himself up for the next round. The first round had been a joke with Purika only standing and charging for the entire ten minutes. He stretched his fingers and cracked his knuckles, letting the tension from the previous round dissipate. He would need it given his next opponent was actually someone of merit. Wyntre Cold of U15, one of the more neutral Wyntres in the multiverse. Some were galactic tyrants, others were rulers of a shattered empire, and still others' heads were mounted as trophies on some other tyrant's wall. Either way, this is when he had to start taking this seriously. He stretched his arms across his chest one final time before making the quick flight to the arena and getting ready for her arrival.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 19, 2017 12:41:40 GMT
Wyntre Cold entered the arena with a renewed confidence. After her victory over the fused demon cat, well, things were looking up. She arrived in her newly acquired Mastered Royal Form, a form few Arcosians across the multiverse had attained (or at least showed, as she had seen no other with it). She was quite tall in this form but had all of the control she would have had if it were her natural body.
She looked at the enemy at the other side of the ring. 'Articho'? Where had she heard that name before? Oh, yes, that was right. "Articho, was it?" Who was she kidding, she heard the announcer say his name perfectly well. "Articho Reville, presumably. Yes, I've heard about you from a few friends of mine." Gira didn't say much about him... Zexama, though, did not shut up about a variety of subjects, of which the Turtle School was one. "You're the Turtle Hermit, or so it seems. Or perhaps not, you might just be the king of Vegeta for all I know."
When appropriately settled, she'd enter the Arcosian Serpent Stance. "I've beaten Turtle Hermits before, though. That, I'm comfortable with."
[3/3KP]
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Post by Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 21, 2017 5:55:45 GMT
Articho’s eyes scanned across Wyntre’s Royal Form and almost scoffed out loud. What was the point of a show of power with that form? Everyone was equal to everyone else in their respective division. ”You’d do best to forget what you know about that name. I can assure you I’m nothing at all like my counterpart from your universe and I’m certainly not the Turtle Hermit. There’s not been a Turtle School in my universe for some time,”” Arti replied, his jaw clenching at the mention of the Turtle School. The mere mention of it dug up too many unpleasant memories that he had buried long ago. The scar on his face rippled and twisted his features, making his tensed face come out more like a sneer. ”And you would be Wyntre Kold, former Empress of the former Arcosian Empire. Not a threat to your universe, but quite strong in your own right. This should be interesting.”
”Trust me, you’ve never fought anyone quite like me,” Articho replied, adjusting his bracer once more before dashing in to attack. He feinted a kick towards her head, before quickly spinning into a low sweep that he planned to follow behind with his hands clenched together and swinging downward to her hopefully open midsection.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 21, 2017 13:34:43 GMT
"I apologize for the assumption." Given the intermingling between universes that was certainly present all around the tournament grounds, many people would be assuming of others that which they knew of their versions of the other. Other assumptions had been made, like the assumption that Wyntre's form was a show of power. It was not so much the Royal Form, but its Mastered variant— permanent, and the form she had been living in and sleeping in.
The Arcosian pretended not to notice her opponent's change in facial expression. "And there's nothing 'former' about the Arcosian Empire." Recently, it had been called a federation, but this made it no less an empire. She'd have continued on that thought but her hearing wasn't nearly obscenely good enough to hear the difference between 'Cold' and 'Kold' if there even was one.
"I believe you, regardless." And he dashed straight into the fight...
Wyntre arranged herself so that Articho's kick to the head would miss but, alas, it was never going to be a true strike at all. And, as for the low sweep, well... let's say that the hybrid had Wyntre exactly where he wanted her. His clenched fists flew down and down and down but, all of a sudden, halted. Wyntre's outstretched hands caught the blow, remotely, from a meter away. She'd gain some distance with a sudden leap. "I won't bore you with the details, but that's a thing that I can do." The Tulpa Touch: a wonder of ki control and really confusing for opponents at first.
[UT] Tulpa Touch used!
[3/3KP]
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Post by Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 21, 2017 19:51:05 GMT
Articho merely stared at his hands in annoyance as they suddenly stopped their downward motion and Wyntre had moved a few feet away. Would all of the opponents he was going to face in this tournament not fight him directly? He looked back up at the tall Arcosian, his gaze studying her outstretched hands for a moment. Interesting. She fought using some sort of telekinesis or psychic projection then. ”I hope you’re not expecting me to be impressed,” he replied, his hands loosening their grip on each other and falling to his sides. ”Cheap parlor tricks won’t do you any good here.”
The hybrid dropped down into a fighting stance again before quickly vanishing, only to reappear directly in front of Wyntre with a side kicked aimed at her chest. Only, the kick would harmlessly phase through her chest as the afterimage faded away and the real Articho dropped in from above, aiming to wrap his legs around her head and lunges backwards to slam her head into the ground.
KP: 3/3
(Sorry about the misspelling of the name. It was late and I’d just gotten back from a movie)
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 22, 2017 5:10:05 GMT
"I wouldn't call it a parlour trick and I certainly wouldn't call it cheap, but I agree: you do hope I wasn't expecting you to be impressed. And I wasn't." Articho disappeared and reappeared with a downwards kick which Wyntre brought up an arm to block but, much like the feint from before, no true contact took place. The real Articho flew down, certainly about to do something that'd hurt. And that, well... that was something Wyntre wasn't much a fan of.
And so, finding her arm in a convenient position, she moved it a bit for aiming purposes and... a thin, red beam of ki shot out of Wyntre's finger, aimed straight for Articho's centre of mass.The Power Beam: Like the Death Beam, but without the punch. Yet, in a situation like this, it would have to suffice. If that didn't do it, she'd attempt to shake off Articho and his ensnaring legs with the same arm.
"I'll have you know, that wasn't supposed to impress you either. That comes later."
[N1] Power Beam used for a third of Wyntre's PL!
Don't sweat it. At least you don't pronounce it 'Wint-tree'. I hope.
[2/3KP]
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Post by Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 22, 2017 22:36:10 GMT
Articho saw Wyntre’s arm moving up to point at him, with energy charging on the tip of her finger. He studied the red beam as it launched from her finger for a moment before dodging out of the way and leaving an afterimage behind to be pierced by the beam. He reappeared behind the Arcosian, crouched low to the ground before jumping into a spinning kick aimed at her head.
”It’ll take something really special to impress me,” he said as he spun around to face her, his arms clipped down by his waist. A blue ball of ki formed in between the palms of his hands as he landed back down on the ground. ”Ka...me...” he said quietly, as the ball of energy steadily grew in power.
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[SU1] Afterimage used!
[UP2] Super Kamehameha charging! Charge: 66%
KP: 2/3
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 24, 2017 0:10:29 GMT
Articho avoided Wyntre's beam attack with his own afterimage. For a slight moment confused, Wyntre failed to avoid in time the hybrid's kick to the head. Although the force was considerable, Wyntre corrected her path and re-entered her original stance, facing her opponent.
Meanwhile...
The Kamehameha. It was an attack Wyntre had seen plenty of times before, especially in the hands of Zexama. Of course, when the Majin used it, she called it the Candyhameha, but they were effectively the same attack, despite the differences in colour and, presumably... flavour. Wyntre had a conversation in her mind in an effort to decide her best course of action and, with the threat of a powerful big blue ball of ki staring her down, she decided to conserve her energy. She'd need it, after all.
Considering how long you waited, this probably should have been longer. Apologies.
[3/3KP]
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Post by Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 26, 2017 18:10:02 GMT
Articho glared at Wyntre as his beam continued to grow in power. She didn't seem to be making a move towards him to attack, even though he was fairly vulnerable at the time. It was the lesson he'd even tried to teach to Purika in the round before. He knew she had some sort of plan for not attacking, but he wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. He just had to hope that his attack would be strong enough to counter whatever plan the Arcosian had. "...ha...me..."
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Don't worry. My posts have been kinda short this whole time lol.
KP: 2/3
Charge: 66% --> 132%
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 27, 2017 0:17:26 GMT
"I know what you're planning." She said it with confidence. Not the arrogant sort of confidence, but the 'I've done this too many times' sort of confidence. "You hope that you'll defeat me with that attack, or at least do some damage. But, let me tell you a secret..."
You could almost hear the audience members leaning in on their seats. "I know what you're planning. It won't work." She looked at the beam Articho was continually charging in his hands. That was something she simply could not allow herself to be hit by... and so, she concluded, it will not.
And so, going against almost certainly all fighting style methods known to life, she turned her back on the enemy. She knew where he'd be, she could sense him, but she spun around to take a look at the audience surrounding them. "Come on, then. Shoot it. See where it gets you."
[3/3KP]
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Post by Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 27, 2017 3:23:26 GMT
"If you're trying to bait me, it won't work," Articho replied, almost laughing at his opponent's overconfidence. Energy pulsed from between his fingers as the beam's potential power continued to grow. "But don't mind what I say. It'll be your second funeral." It was almost funny, how little she seemed to care. She would care soon enough, though. If he could charge his Kamehameha for just long enough, she wouldn't be dodging anything. Especially not the broom and dustpan that would be needed to sweep what was left of her up.
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KP: 2/3
Charge: 132% --> 198%
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 28, 2017 14:14:02 GMT
"... You know that the second 'ha' goes directly after the second 'me', right? No matter." Frankly, she should have seen this coming. From what she had seen, one of the other competing Wyntres— one who had succeeded in taking over the galaxy— was put in a similar predicament: either wait, gather some more energy and hope that you make it, or attempt to do something about it and have everything crash around you.
She had two options available to her. There were other things that she could do but, and let's be honest, there were only really two things that she could do. In times like these, I regret not asking Zexama to teach me a stunning technique. She could either stand around and hope that she could use her Intangibility technique to avoid whatever's sent at her or she could begin charging a barrier up that would lessen the damage done by the impending turtle destruction wave. Usually, one would think that the shield's the way to go, but Wyntre had other ideas.
"I wouldn't call it a second funeral. I didn't have much of a first one, after all."
Wyntre had been keeping track of the time, and the ten minutes were nearly up. By the time Articho's attack would be charged to the point where Wyntre wouldn't be able to avoid it, ideally, what little time remained would have been depleted. In that case, if judges were to decide who went onto the next round, she may as well put on a show.
"Whichever of us makes it to the next round, let it never be said that the one who didn't deserved it." She turned around to the audience and brought to mind the largeness of it all. Confidently, still monitoring Articho, she gave a deep bow.
"Any moment now."
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Post by Articho Reville of U6 on Dec 28, 2017 22:10:34 GMT
”I know what I’m supposed to say,” Articho barked back, a harsh edge to his voice. He didn’t like being instructed on how to do his own attack, especially since he really had made it his own. Everyone else who knew the technique from his universe had long since been dead and it was one of the few reminders he had from a time long ago. Before the Time Patrol, before the scar that marred his features and twisted his face out of shape, and before he had lost everything to Alistair and his Tree.
”Well, you’re not missing out on much. Typically you’d need a body to bury at a funeral and I think you’re going to make a habit of not leaving one behind,” the hybrid said. Energy pulsed from within his fingers, itching to be let out. But he couldn’t. Not just yet. He needed only a little more time and he could end it.
”Any moment now, indeed.”
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KP: 2/3
Charge: 198% —> 254%
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Dec 30, 2017 1:35:47 GMT
Tick tock went the clock. Their time was nearly up— all she had to do was get him to charge and charge and charge but never fire, at least not until the ten minutes were up. With what could have only been a dozen or so seconds left to spare, could she make it? Could she, perchance, survive the attack being charged just for her? It was doubtful. Ludicrous, even… but she had to try.
Energy began to gather around her body. Her defeat, by the looks of it, was inevitable. "You fought admirably." Her stance was entirely relaxed and, strangely enough, confident. "But, before you rend my flesh from muscle to muscle with your testudinal volleyball of the least imaginative shade of blue, well, suffice it to say that I truly do hope that you know what you're doing."
More energy gathered around. "And I'm not just referring to daft generalities such as what you're doing with your life, I frankly don't care how horribly you're doing. I'm referring to the wish at the end of the tournament, a wish you may or may not get to make. If you do get to…"
The energy solidified into a purple barrier of ki, a sphere, encompassing the Arcosian on all sides. Strong, very strong, but it would only last for a few seconds against what was to be used against her.
"… Make it well."
[MP3] Psychic Barrier put up!
[0/3KP]
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