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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 7, 2015 4:01:27 GMT
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Ora
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 7, 2015 4:15:51 GMT
This was becoming something short of a nuisance. Despite all this training and time he had been putting into his time, Orache had remained the little man on Earth. Even the trash known as Arcose had doubled in strength and remained above him on the list of powerful men and women. Even the Daiki thing was stronger in such time! Even more, a brand new power level that spiked over a full million had shown its face to Earth. Hopefully it was on the Saiyajin's side, but still. Such levels was something he should have achieved and been capable over. Not stuck in the range of sixty thousand, barely over fifty and still far from seventy! It simply wasn't correct and had to be dealt with. The answer to such a predicament, though, was also very easy. Find a strong enemy who wont hold bars to fight against. It's the ultimate test of durability anyway..! Orache had begun his flight from Diablo all the way to the rest of the world. Spiraling and spinning in a graceful manner, as it increased his kinetic energy due to the way his arrow like body cut the air. Although, his scouter had made a clicking sound, picking something new up. Now seventy? In his range but surprises were such things in this cruel world. The challenge was accepted, the youthful Saiyajin rushing himself to boom forward like a dart flicked by a seasoned player. Aiming himself to take on this newly found power and force himself to conquer said strength. The teen having a cocky smirk on his face as he zoom from the ocean's middle down to the southern islands over the horizon. His scar stinging and causing him to wince ever so slightly, but the pain being sided with excitement for what was to become of the teen.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 7, 2015 5:11:14 GMT
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 7, 2015 5:31:49 GMT
He had decided to simply jump onto a boulder rather than challenge the Empress upfront. At least, not yet. Size up the foe before striking her down. Unlike the cold snowland they clashed in before, they were in a more heated land. Thus allowing Orache far more competence in battle and less mess ups. Here, he'd have the upper hand. This Wyntre freak was going to have a foot shoved so far up her ass, that entire pish posh, racist attitude would be thrown aside in exchange for humility. At least then the Arcosians could have something good about them. The low life trust fund babies. All of the creatures were seed from the same fruit, the inbred ingrates. At least the Saiyajin found their women who weren't their sisters or cousins. But, Orache's brain would need to digress. Battle was afoot. And that was what he lived for.
"Dialogue? Dont make me laugh!" Orache chortled, darting forward and into the inbred hambeast known as Wyntre. Closing the distance between he and the enemy before throwing his fists and legs. Jutting his closed hand toward Wyntre's cheek before feigning into her side. Only, for yet another feign in exchange to deliver a swift roundhouse toward her ribcage. Had his strike been a go, he'd immediately follow into a line with a long leap backward, accompanied by the youth's right palm extended out and a strong firework of ki exploding out to propel him backward. To end said line, he'd finish with a charged ki blast, singular yet stinging.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 7, 2015 6:10:12 GMT
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 7, 2015 6:16:01 GMT
"..? Hn." Orache grinned, his enemy transforming. What a wuss! Oh well, if she was going to be that big of a baby about fighting so be it. A battle was a battle, regardless of how muscly the inbred brat was and how tall she was. It was time to fight! Orache darting toward the Brute and aiming his fists for her chest and abdomen. Quickly thrown jabs and straights aimed for her stomach. Hooks being tossed into the mix as he aim for her ribcage and hips. Every blow counted, as any could think.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 7, 2015 6:25:22 GMT
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 7, 2015 17:21:55 GMT
His attacks did nothing to her. She simply laughed and took his assaults like a dog to a fly. After all, it seemed this supposed trust fund shebeast did have the qualities of a feminine dog. However, such quips would need to be saved as Orache needed to configure battle strategy. Clearly he was going to allow Wyntre to abuse his body and force him into a fatigued state. But once he had gotten his fill, he'd need to strike her down. He had been slammed down by a double handed axe punch, his head kissing the floor and his legs up, albeit bent back.
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 8, 2015 7:08:07 GMT
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 8, 2015 15:16:09 GMT
He had successfully rolled away from the glowing ki blasts. Jumping back onto his feet through a backwards handspring. Standing arched forward, his hands clenched in tight and a deathly glare leaving his eyes and into the far taller Wyntre. It angered him that she would transform into her second form so soon and at the beginning of a fight. It simply was a cowards move. He had decided to move backward once more, whipping his arm out and allowing a Last Riot Javelin to charge.
[LRJ [MP3] First turn.]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 9, 2015 7:33:42 GMT
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 10, 2015 20:16:18 GMT
She was going to combat his javelin? Very well, her death would be swift. Though, Orache had to wonder; How could such a thin attack meet a more bulky and sphere style chi attack? Surely the lesser attack wouldn't be capable of combatting against his very own. But, to each their own. Her death would he a travesty, yes, but Orache would be far from those who cared. If anything, he'd be too busy figuring out how to use her head crystal as a bowl for his afternoon snacks. The Riot Javelin had continued charging, as well.
[Last Riot Javelin, 166%]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 11, 2015 6:07:38 GMT
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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
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Post by Ora on Mar 11, 2015 18:29:16 GMT
She wanted him to remove his weights: Who was he to decline such a command? After all, it was what he was born to do. Which, was fight at his ultimate. Even if his power was dwarfed by the womanly tyrant before him. The harsh force of his knuckles against her skin would be reward enough. Orache clenched his fingers, tight into his palm. Thus keeping his attack in his body and enabling him to remove his weighted torso piece. The armor being slipped off of his chest and over his head, revealing the navy blue undershirt he had worn beneath. He had felt far more light and capable of fighting at a higher chance- Even if it was extremely slim. The chasse had fallen onto the island ground with a heavy thud, as well!
Swallowing on the conjured mixture of blood and saliva, the Saiyajin smiled. His long and spiked hair flowing with ease as the wind kicked up. A wave of power washing over him as he lock eyes onto Lord Wyntre. He realized he could have died, but had a simple escape route in mind. His closed fist raised, from his chest up to the higher heaven above. His eyes had shut temporarily, his mind collecting his thoughts before he'd act. Release of Ki could be nice but at the same time, charging would result in better outcome. His fingers unfurled quickly, eyes snapping open and his mouth parting way. The scouter on his ear chiming to alert him of Wyntre's growing strength. Cocking a brow, Orache had listened to his scouters AI. The youth bellowing out a deep cry of battle. The crosshairs on his screen locked onto Wyntre's standing form, the triangle that circle her body rotating clockwise and counter, several numbers lining up and calculations being done. Her power was incredible! It excited him, and a resistance to ask a foolish request of her was being argued against by his mind. His once concealed orb had cracked into the world again, the emerald green sphere covering Ora's palm.
"A dumb choice, user! Suggestions..: Flee (Not reccomanded), Continue charge or release. Choice the best answer, I don't need a new user!" Borgos had chimed, the tough and masculine voice giving options and suggestion. Orache had decided on the secondary suggestion, whipping his raised hand to his side again. The Riot Javelin growing more and more ecstatic as he decided on it. He'd hope Wyntre could follow his lead and not release her Death Beam. Evasion would be..far more difficult, to put it lightly.
[Last Riot Javelin | 199%]
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Post by Wyntre Cold on Mar 12, 2015 6:19:28 GMT
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