Zasho Hirugetsu
Archived
PL: 22,404; Oozaru(x10): 424,040; Items:One-Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), Scouter; Zeni: 0
Tag: @zouren
Posts: 112
|
Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 19, 2015 18:20:12 GMT
A pleasurable sensation.
Battle. Zasho swam in it, his halfhearted attempts at striking the younger male quite fruitful in the sense that his guard was lessened and his leg audibly cracked into that same sweet area beneath armor and underclothing, sending a wave of force into his organs and chipping away at his remaining energy and hopefully his will to do battle, soon, the Saiyan guessed, the youth would surrender to exhaustion.
..or he won't, Zasho mused, feeling fist crack into his nose and tears well in his eyes with the sudden blast of pain, obscuring his vision as the physical connection between leg and ribcage was separated. The elder had been knocked backwards by the teenager, a fresh wash of crimson rolling slowly from his nostrils and over his lips, down into the crease below them where his strong chin began.
"God damn you!" the son of the Hirugetsu spat, clearing his nostrils with a blast of carbon dioxide to blast the crimson fluid free before he took in a fresh lungful of oxygen. This mere boy was matching his skill and technique with young vigor and determination, and Zasho cursed using his Tsurunoha in the form of his signature wave. His declaration had barely left his lips before he cut the air again, his cyan trailing him and fighting with the vibrant greens of Orache's own aura.
With the expanse severed and the intimacy of melee range once again realized, Zasho Hirugetsu lashed out with an elbow, a slashing, impaling blow aimed for Orache's temple in a horizontal movement that carried his full weight and momentum behind it.
|
|
Ora
Archived
PL: 75,332; Oozaru(x10): 753,320; Items: One Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), 2 Senzu Beans; Scouter; Zeni: 849
Tag: @nitroji
Posts: 197
|
Post by Ora on Jan 19, 2015 18:48:54 GMT
"Tired? Don't disappoint me, Hiregetsu! You'll have your cane and bubble bath if you win!" Orache bellowed, taunting the older Saiyajin. The age difference being the basis in which he had the absolute audacity to even insult or mock his opponent. The thrill of the fight urging him to enrage, anger or even annoy the enemy into giving it all to him. The thing was, though, Zasho had been through with toying around. If anything could be derived, it was that a pissy Saiyan was someone not to take lightly.
Quick and spry, Orache had readied his right fist. Pulling it back, fist tight and his fingernails digging into the palm. Drawing blood from how secure his grip was, the ooze dribbling down around his fingers and down his wrist. Hoping to combat the Tsurunoha once more with a simple beam of channeled Ki- Though, he had noticed something. It wasn't the same Burst Tsurunoha, but rather the melee version. Orache clenched his fist still, holding it tight and choosing to bump knuckles with the other hand to create a pseudo empowerment for his own melee.
"God damn you!"
Orache grinned from ear, to ear. Pleased and accepting the sweet and loving kiss of battle with great pride. The teenager rushing to greet Hiregetsu, he had pulled his left fist back against. Upon the range being met, he sliced his hand forward. Hoping to crush Zasho's jaw and ultimately discombobulate it into being popped back. Though his fist had gone forward and the hope of his strike hadn't been realized, Orache had felt something. His mind had gone blank, his pupils disappearing from rolling back into his head; The son of Hiregetsu had successfully struck his temple.
"...!" Gasping, Orache had spiraled backward.
|
|
Zasho Hirugetsu
Archived
PL: 22,404; Oozaru(x10): 424,040; Items:One-Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), Scouter; Zeni: 0
Tag: @zouren
Posts: 112
|
Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 19, 2015 19:36:15 GMT
Simultaneously, the pair had impacted once again. Knuckles kissed one determined face, the joint between shoulder and fist the reward of the other. One of the Saiyan pair, the elder, whom had drove forth with great momentum, stopped in place at the culmination of his foe's strike whilst his own smashing elbow sent the youth backwards. Again and again they had clashed, the upper hand switching to and fro as the pair vied for supremacy, both men feeling they had the edge in the combat that had unfolded atop and above the sands of the fiery desert. The pair of Saiyan blood had both displayed a wealth of technique, strength, speed, and endurance, and the accumulation of damage had done naught to lessen the pace!
Zasho inhaled heavily, his body singing in the glorious throes of discomforting pain, his Saiyan heart beating furiously and coursing blood through his veins, each and every strike of the drum within his muscled chest powering his limbs as his ki visibly rolled around him. Bruised and bloodied, he had given as good as he received. In a sparring session, the Saiyan would have worked on his technique, honed his skills, and increased his endurance. This match between he and Orache had devolved into a brawl, all their might and mastery on full display.
With his red dripping over his chin and snaking down his dark armor, the Saiyan focused once again. With every roll of his aura, he had been recharging his energies in the tiny lapses between he and Orache's blows, and he was ready to once again unveil his deadliest weapons. The body of the Saiyan tensed, his arms cocked before him as the familiar spark sounded out once again.
Zzzzzt. . .
They shimmered to life, bright, dancing, condensed, two wrecking balls of thousands upon thousands particles of his ki. The Tsurunoha, once again, began to circle lazily around his body. The tail behind Hirugetsu unfurled, whipping the air wildly as his orbs spun faster, drinking in the emotions of their master as he blasted forward through the air, his body leaning fully into his charge as his right fist cocked behind him.
One orb took position below the loaded arm, the other below it. A triad of strikes of with a single movement was ready to unleash absolute pain on the younger man as Zasho Hirugetsu charged, his battle cry rolling up from his throat as he sought to show this son of Saiyans whom exactly was the superior warrior.
"HIIIIRUUUUGEEETSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUU! ! !"
|
|
Ora
Archived
PL: 75,332; Oozaru(x10): 753,320; Items: One Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), 2 Senzu Beans; Scouter; Zeni: 849
Tag: @nitroji
Posts: 197
|
Post by Ora on Jan 19, 2015 19:46:03 GMT
Orache swallowed hard on his saliva and blood. The two liquids mixed and blending together. This, was a sign of the young man regaining consciousness from the elbow to the head. Realizing he was back in the world, he regained movement over his muscles. Spinning back on his hands to his feet, back on the ground and glaring darkly at his opponent. Noting that he was using the Tsurunoha once more. Gritting his teeth, Orache huffed and watched as his opponent rushed him down.
The fear of battle being null and replaced by pleasure and anger. Crouching down and watching his opponent come down to him. Wiping his mouth of the crimson essence that roll from the corner, he grinned a coy grin. Licking his lips, the boy nodded once before darting into Hiregetsu's cyan aura with his own emerald green flame of energy. Rushing up and using all of his might to crash into the opponent, aiming for one last hurrah! Orache keeping his right fist back and holding his wrist in his left hand, aiming to ready up his Final Revenger technique.
"Here I come! HYAAAAAAA!!!"
Rolling his body, he unleashed the fist, aiming for his enemies' jaw. Had it been successful, he would release a side kick for Zasho's ribs before slithering to get behind his opponent and giving a ferocious knee to the spine. However, his initial blow would easily leave him vulnerable had he been countered or guarded against.
|
|
Zucceta
Administrator
PL: 379,083
Oozaru(x10) MSSj(x15) S.Ooz(x22) SSj2(25x)
Zeni: 2290
Tag: @admin
OOC Name: therevolution
Posts: 2,309
|
Post by Zucceta on Jan 19, 2015 21:21:38 GMT
TWELVE HOURS AGO, MIDNIGHT, LADY DEATH'S QUARTERS
The time had come for one of the most crucial, excruciating, essential and utterly god-damn embarrassing parts of Zucceta's ascension to become a perfect warrior. Her strength had increased dramatically in the last weeks gone by. However, she had realised something that could change the tide of battle, in her foe's favor - and it had taken the automatic doors on this ship to discover her fatal weakness. Unlike saiyan elites, whom usually had tuition for exactly this purpose, when someone took hold of her tail and clenched, the most abominable pain flooded every part of her body. She was unable to move for the agony.
Her tail had been swinging pleasurably behind her as she had left the showering cubicle aboard the ship. It was one of her guilty secrets; a strange peace always came over her when she bathed and washed, as if the sound of thundering water sent her warrior soul softly to sleep. This peace generally disintegrated about ten minutes after leaving the shower, but unfortunately today Zucceta was to suffer a slightly swifter awakening from her zen state.
The automatic doors were not programmed with free-swinging tails in mind, the motion sensors not quite advanced enough to track it. And thus, before the entirety of Zucceta's naked form was in the drying area of the section, the two metallic slides shifted and slid with a snake's hiss... clamping neatly on her tail, just before the tip of it had managed to pass the threshold to danger.
It was maybe ten seconds before the door re-opened, having noticed something jammed in it. In that time Zucceta had almost vomited from the pain. Initially managing to stand, within four seconds she had slid to her knees, then collapsed on her front, wet hair and skin slapping the floor. Her eyes twitched. What... the fuck... is this agony? She manages to roll her eyes to see her back. Yep. Just the tip of her tail, caught stuck between two doors.
After that eternal ten seconds passed, the door sliding open, she manages to slump forwards slightly more, akin to a slug; pulling up her knees, then straightening out again. The door hisses closed.
She just laid there, for maybe five minutes, softly panting.
Tonight is gonna be a long night.
She had managed to rise, albeit with shaking legs. Not bothering to dry herself off, she had slithered to her room, not caring if any of the fellow crew members saw her. She was too shaken; she tried to think. Had that ever happened to her before?
The answer was yes.
She had been four years old, on the 'Corpseworld', the one many saiyan children had been sent to, the one were none had been successful 'til her. It had always been unclear how Zucceta had survived; maybe her birth power level had been higher than the scouters had said, and she was born with an elite's battle power; or perhaps she simply got lucky. By the age of four, however, she was perfectly comfortable in her environment, despite the days that should have roasted the flesh off of her bones, or the nights that froze the sweat on her brow; her saiyan mental programming having kicked in as anticipated, she thrived on these challenges.
But, then, one of those days, she had almost met her end.
She had been hunting the local saurians, great beasts not dissimilar to Earth's own great lizards that stalked the planes. She often hunted the equivalent to a tyrannosaurus for her breakfast. This day, however, had cost her her first tail. She had been careless, gloating over her catch, when the creature's mate must have sneaked up on her; no easy feat, for a creature the size of a house.
Her tail had been caught in her jaws, and she had almost lost consciousness. It was only, moments later, when the pain lessened, that she had been freed.
The pain had been lessened because the best had tore it out, leaving Zucceta a mere stump.
The infant psychopath roared in pain, raising her right hand and releasing a raw blast of chi; she had yet to have formal training, or name her attacks, but this basic version of her Warhead tore the dino's head from it's shoulders.
And then, young Death had burst into petulant tears.
She must have repressed the memory. So, then, her tail being a weak spot must not be an anomaly. The tail had grown back, as it is want to do in the youths of her species, and even sometimes in the case of adults, too. Due to her infant memory, she had forgotten that embarrassing episode.
She then recalled the twins of her previous unit. One night, when a planet had been annihilated, they had been toying with each other, half play-fighting, half seriously kicking the crap out of each other. She recalls them consistently grabbing each other's tails; while they had looked uncomfortable, they had not been in pain, nor paralysed.
So, then. The tail could be mastered.
This is gonna be a long-ass night.
In her room was a door leading to her toilet. It was the same type that had previously closed on her tail. She lets out a sigh, and heads to the kitchen...
... returning with four barrels, balanced with Koregutsubrau.
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes,
and sits down with her back to the door. In her lips was a long, twisty straw to the first of four barrels of the weak beer. She was gonna need it.
The door slides shut on her tail, and the trial begins.
TWELVE HOURS/FOUR BARRELS LATER
Zasho and Orache's fateful training would be interrupted by a nude, drunk and hysterical saiyanette. Lady Death barrels into the room, almost breaking the sound barrier, as the two exhausted saiyans seemed to be reaching the close of their fight.
With one arm raised to each side, she grabs both saiyans around the waist, pulling them into a wrestling hold. Laughing maniacally despite her nudity, she somehow manages to pull both of the saiyans into a hold above her head, before crashing to the ground in drunken thunder, inadvertently creating something called a Zuplex.
"I fuckin' did it, guysh! I can't feel my tailll.........." She begins to snore, unaware that she probably almost knocked out the two warriors.
(PL pls, with weights if possible. Tail mastery tech slot pre-approved, now adding to profile)
|
|
Zasho Hirugetsu
Archived
PL: 22,404; Oozaru(x10): 424,040; Items:One-Use Space Pod, Heavy Weights (4th of PL), Scouter; Zeni: 0
Tag: @zouren
Posts: 112
|
Post by Zasho Hirugetsu on Jan 19, 2015 22:33:12 GMT
4,152 Power Level awarded and added to Orache. Slight bonus, because I thought your writing was particularly good for this thread and because of it I highly enjoyed the battle.
2,032 Power Level awarded to Zucceta.
|
|
Pipa
Archived
PL: 19,119; Great Namek(Demonic Will) (x3); Makyo Star(x8); Items: One-Use Space Pod, Onyx Scimitar, 1 5,000PL Guard, Upgraded Ship (6 occupant ship), x80 Gravity Chamber, Heavy Weights; Zeni: 0
|
Post by Pipa on Jan 19, 2015 22:45:29 GMT
5,947pl for Zasho. Doot doot. (weights confirmed)
|
|