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Post by Empress Zucceta on Dec 26, 2017 21:02:39 GMT
"Keep this up and you won't see adulthood," the Empress cackled.
The ball of energy ripped from the wolfboy's good hand, and streaked through the air towards the villainous queen. She smirked, and with her own organic hand would release a small white ball: "Pale Grenade!"
The two orbs clashed between the fighters, and erupted into an explosion. The Empress's hair rippled in the breeze, but she was otherwise unscathed. "How very ended this fight is." Her voice was dry as sand.
She'd then dart towards the wolfman, aiming to elbow him in the nose with her Furiosa.
[MP3 Pale Grenade used, attacks neutralised.
KP 0/3]
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Post by Samba on Dec 26, 2017 21:22:44 GMT
| Round Two - Empress Zucceta VS Samba |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: N/A | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Suppressed cus Vargas' Technology |
"If adulthood means becoming as crazy as you, I'd rather continue just the way I am." His eyes narrowed as she met his attack just like he had foreseen, and a deep sigh left his lips. "You sound bored, I figured a Saiyan would be happy the fight wasn't over yet."
As she dashed forward, elbow aimed at his face, the Wolfman used his good arm to shift the blow so it would sail over his face, wind wiping at his features as it went past. Acting quickly, even against the pain it caused on his wounded arm, he'd take a step forward and aim to put Zucceta in a bear hug, applying a lot of pressure upon her body should she fall under his hold.
That wasn't all of it, however. Should his hold work, his body would start to bulge and shift, and in the next moment spikes would seemingly breach the surface of his skin and aim to puncture her body multiple times in a row to bring her to heel, the Zoanthrope essentially becoming some sort of Wolf-Porcupine hybrid.
TAGS: Empress Zucceta OOC NOTES: Let's dance.
Technique used: +[UT] Shapeshifting - Shapeshifting is the ability to change one's shape or, more commonly, one's form and appearance. A dormant gene deep within Samba's psyche passed down through his lineage. One way to use Shapeshifting, for example, could be for Samba to use his shapeshifting abilities to transform into a larger version of himself, similar to an Oozaru in size, but receive none of the multiplier benefits of said move. Uses 0KP in a KP Battle.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Dec 28, 2017 10:53:51 GMT
Zucceta chuckled. "Comparing, of all people, me to your idea of my race, is your first mistake."
Samba dodged her elbow, and attempted to grapple the Empress into a bear hug. The saiyajin wasn't having any of that. She placed her own hands on Samba's upper arms as he, too reached out, and with one of her thumbs, pressed into the deep cut, a tiny aura dancing around her thumb. "Heel, puppy."
Spikes pricked the skin of her organic hand, but merely scratched the surface of the Furiosa: Model T.
[KP 1/3]
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Post by Samba on Dec 28, 2017 18:07:50 GMT
| Round Two - Empress Zucceta VS Samba |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: N/A | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Suppressed cus Vargas' Technology |
"I've fought many of your people and seen my fair share," Samba argued, grunting under his breath when she easily countered his attempt to hold her in place, hissing between clenched teeth as her thumb dug painfully over the wound she inflicted on him moments ago. "You've done nothing that would tell me you're any different than them."
His attempt to cause her harm, while effective in some way, didn't have as much impact as he had hoped, mainly because his bear-hug didn't work as he expected to like it had done with La Emplumada. "I bow down to no one..." He glared at her with all the hate and determination he could muster. "Much less to someone like you."
They stood there, their hands grappling with each other arms like an old Mexican stand-off, neither of them giving an inch. "Nice weather we're having, eh?" Samba said after a while, a smirk crossing his features. Acting quickly in an attempt to catch her off guard, the Zoanthrope would suddenly lean back until he was falling backward, counting the fact that she was grabbing his arms firmly like a barnacle and him having a good grip on hers to not give her any leeway to get away from this.
His action was made clear when he was almost hitting the ground, he'd use the momentum of his fall to brace his back against the floor, coil his knees close to his stomach before thrusting upward with the force of an eighteen wheeler to aim his feet against her abdomen to make her fly away by sheer force.
TAGS: Empress Zucceta OOC NOTES: Let's dance.
KP: 2/3
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Dec 29, 2017 12:46:17 GMT
The Empress couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like I've made a little racist. Nothing wrong with that. Hate is a driver."
Samba began to pull her backwards. Zucceta's eyes widened for a moment, before she jumped with a grunt, her feet off the floor. She curled her own legs under her abdomen, and as Samba kicked forth so, too, did the Empress. Feet clashed and, once more, wind blasted through the arena from the meeting of limbs.
Now both hands and feet were locked in an embrace. Zucceta's lips rose, curled into a feral snarl. With a shout, a red blast of ki would rush from her mouth, aimed at striking Samba in the neck.
[KP 2/3]
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Post by Samba on Dec 29, 2017 15:39:03 GMT
| Round Two - Empress Zucceta VS Samba |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: N/A | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Suppressed cus Vargas' Technology |
The Zoanthrope grunted under his breath, annoyed that his plan didn't work but at least he managed to catch the Empress a little bit off guard with his stunt. "Getting sick of your shit, to be honest," Samba said with feeling, limbs trembling against one another and not giving an inch.
But then Zucceta did something that he didn't expect, given that he hadn't seen many fighters being able to accomplish something like it besides a few. Red ki sailed from her mouth, making a direct hit against his throat, earning a wide-eyed stare and a gag, saliva and a bit of blood dribbling down the side of his muzzle as his hold slackened slightly before it became iron-clasp once again.
Coughing a few times, the Zoan swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to ignore the stinging pain around his neck. His stare narrowed further, a snarl pulling at his lips. "Is that all you got, Princess?" His voice was raspier like he has been smoking for the better part of his life, but it still carried enough venom to put down an elephant.
TAGS: Empress Zucceta OOC NOTES: Let's dance.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Empress Zucceta on Dec 29, 2017 15:47:59 GMT
The blast connected with Samba's throat, the equivalent to a punch. Not nice. Zucceta cackled. "I've got a lot more in me."
With a kiai emanating from her core, Zucceta attempted to break the hold between them. If successful, she would jump back and allow the wolfman to regain his posture.
"You remind me a lot of... well, myself. You'd be stronger if you gave in to your anger, properly. Use your teeth. I'm good with my mouth. Heh. Learn to be good with yours. You'll wow the ladies--or gentlemen, if you prefer." She grinned, a trickle of blood dripping from her lips, a vampiric vision. "Think how pure your universe might be without saiyans."
[KP 3/3]
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Post by Samba on Dec 29, 2017 16:28:41 GMT
| Round Two - Empress Zucceta VS Samba |SAMBA'S BASE PL: 253,377 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 500,000 |
GAIN BONUSES: N/A | | PL MULTIPLIERS: Suppressed cus Vargas' Technology |
He tried, but with the wound still healing from his arm, her Kiai was enough to break them apart, creating a gap between them as she jumped back and let him regain his bearings. He stood up after a few seconds, rubbing the back of his hand against his muzzle to clear it from the spittle and blood matting it down.
Her comment made his hackle rise, though he grimaced at one of her comments finally made it through his skull. "Seriously? Now? While we're beating the crap out of each other?" Even though his tone was annoyed, there was a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes, perhaps they were a bit similar as he'd made a comment like that against another person just to shake them up a little. "It's the men though if you must know."
Regardless, they were still in a fight, so Samba fell back into his fighting stance. "You know... my teacher was like that. He wanted to destroy the planet of the Saiyans because of what they did to the Earth and to his friends, and he almost succeeded if it hadn't been for the intervention of many. You know where he is now? Dead, six feet under, gone."
He shook his head. "Not all Saiyans are bad..." He thought about a few of them that fitted that criteria: Cornatto, Articho, Celmaru, his Zucceta. "Just like not all Saiyans are good..." He thought about Arias, Purika, the countless Saiyans that had invaded Earth some years ago, and then this Zucceta...
"Genocide isn't the answer." He grinned then, as energy licked his shoulder, raising the fur of his body like he was inside a body of water, his power seemed to become larger before the technology that suppressed most of his power activated and put a stopper to it, still the aura that adorned his body seemed like he underwent some sort of Super Saiyan transformation, just without the seafoam green eyes nor the golden aura that came with it.
"But beating the crap out of somebody who caused you so much pain is." His form began to shift and morph, and with the sound akin to clothes tearing at the seams, a second Samba stood next to the original, both grinning ferally at the Empress.
"Keep her busy," Samba said as he began to gather his energy, his hands taking a strange diamond shape as they cupped at the fingertips, and the clone nodded its head before it concentrated, summoning a blue orb of energy and threw it at the Empress.
This was a great gamble he was playing, considering how Multiform cut your power depending on how many copies you summoned at a time, but it was a gamble he was willing to make. He didn't care about winning anymore, oh don't get him wrong he'd love to rub it in her face that an Earthling beat her, but all he wanted to do is show her that there were people out there strong enough to put a bit of fear in her.
He winced as the technique pulled at his very lifeforce, something that was more integrated into his being than merely his Ki, the process was painful but he pulled through it like a soldier, and soon enough his cupped hands were sparking with the power of the ultimate technique of the Crane School. "Eat this! Kikoho!" With that cry, a powerful beam of energy left his fingertips and sailed towards Zucceta at speed.
TAGS: Empress Zucceta OOC NOTES: Samba activated Dervish for the first time! Flavored Spiritual Ascension (x23).
Techniques used: +[UT1] Multi-Form - This is a technique that Samba learned "off-screen" with Belle before she had to leave for her career. Through this technique Samba can create a copy of himself, dividing his power evenly between himself and the doppelgangers by 50% for one, 33% for two and 25% for three copies.
++[V2] Crescent Moon Cannon - A variation of Full Moon Cannon that has the Homing Effect; where if the enemy would manage to dodge it with an Afterimage technique, Samba would twist his hand sharply to the side to make the energy sphere home back to the target. Uses 2KP and does 33% of Samba's PL in damage.
Number of copies: 1
Copy's KP: 1/3
+++[SPECIAL] Kikoho/Tri-Beam - A powerful blast which charges at 133% per turn, and can be charged up to 532%. It focuses some of the users own life-energy as well as battle-ki. Using repeatedly can lead to death, and even just one blast can damage the user. Consumes 3 Stamina.
Samba's KP: 0/3
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 4, 2018 10:07:57 GMT
Ornee blinked awkwardly. The time patroller who'd been commentating the matches had never come back from his bathroom break, leaving the Vargas all alone at the desk. He squawked nervously as the timer clanged, noting the end of the match. Uncertainty in his talons, he clicked a button, and moved up to the microphone.
"Ahem-- The winner is... Uh... Zucceta!"
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