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Post by Lord Xylo on May 25, 2015 22:04:33 GMT
((Thread PL: 3,415.))
The Suns of New Namek beat down on the grassy landscape. Xylo had almost forgotten how much he loved this land. He wished it could be his, but his Peace-Loving brethren would not allow such a thing. He would have to get stronger if he wanted this land as his own, but until then he would have to keep quiet. He had no way of knowing how strong the Warrior Caste had gotten during his absence. He could sense a few strong warriors, but he assumed most of them were off-worlders who, for some reason, come to Namek.
He wasn't exactly sure what caused this flock of people to come to Namek. Perhaps they had heard of the Legendary Dragon Balls? He had heard tales of the Grand Elders old ways, creating a mythical set of orbs that, when collected, would grant the user three wishes. But Xylo had only heard tales of the Balls, but no Grand Elder has tried creating them for over a thousand years in fear of people seeking them. All of the Grand Elders throughout the ages knew how to create these Dragon Balls, but chose not to. In Xylos opinion this was a cowardly way to keep something away from those who sought it. If Xylo were Grand Elder, he would make the Dragon Balls in a heartbeat, forcing any who even think about collecting them to go through dozens of nearly impossible trials just to obtain one of the seven orbs.
Xylo stepped out of his cave and took a deep breath. If he was ever going to bring the Mazoku Caste back to its former glory he would have to start training, injuries be damned. For some strange reason his normal power had been lowered quite a bit after his battle with Bing. Xylo assumed his power loss was due to so much Power being used to regenerate his body. So for the next few days he would be much weaker than his usual self.
He exhaled as he began Shadow-boxing. Kicking and Punching the air, slowly warming up. He continued Shadow-Boxing for a few more minutes, until suddenly his senses informed him that a Warrior was coming his way. The warrior was a little weaker than Xylo on a good day, but today was not a good day for Xylo. Right now this Warrior, most likely a Namekian, would easily defeat Xylo. He would have to try his best to appear friendly to the warrior, as right now he would certainly not survive their battle.
He wondered if he might be able to trick the Namekian into thinking he was a Fellow Peace-Lover. But the Fin on Xylo's head and his Battle-Armor would probably very quickly betray Xylo's trickery quite quickly. Regardless of what might happen, he steeled himself, ready for whatever might happen next.
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Post by Miter on May 25, 2015 23:00:10 GMT
{Thread PL 8,748 / Great Namek PL 34,992}
It was a peaceful day as the sun's risen high in the sky radiating their warmth across the planet, this land, the land of the ancients was so peaceful. He could feel the moisture of the Namekian seas eromating throughout the breeze. It was cool, and full of moisture though the salt could be detected in the heavenly concoction. Miter was totally at peace, and was ready to go for a fly around the planet, not for any given cause, but mere enjoyment. It had been ages since the warrior had been able to head out into the Namekian skies, and just enjoy his planet in its true majesty. As he gracefully glided through the air an urge to just open up, and go fast had hit the young warrior. Digging deep the warrior would channel his ki at a higher rate, causing a white aura to form around him. Then in a flash the warrior would quickly hurdle his body throughout the sky, such an exhilarating experience that he had forgot about due to his lack of time to concentrate.
Almost startling the Namekian he would begin to sense a power level, it wasn’t the strongest that he had ever sensed. Though it was a power level that couldn’t be left unchecked, it was a pity that such a beautiful day of relaxation was going to be brought to an abrupt end. The Namekian would make his way to an island with a cave on it, and there stood a Namekian. Though he didn’t look like your traditional Namekian, though he wasn’t for sure with the distance between the two. The warrior would land before the being, he was wearing armor, which wasn’t common of the Dragon Clan, nor of the Warrior Clan. Not to mention that the being had a fin draping across his head, he had never seen anything like this. Though he had fought a Namek with skin as red as fire, and claimed to be from the demon clan. He would notice on the chest plate of the warriors armor a symbol, one he was taught to fear as a child. Miter would begin to sweat, and would look at the warrior. He would cross his arms, and would continue to study the symbol on the chest of the namek. There was no denying what the symbol was it was the symbol of the demon, for many this symbol was a sign of terror, and turmoil.
“I am not going to sugar coat the truth here, I know that you are a member of the demon clan. Don’t try to deny it when you bare the insignia on the very chest of your armor. Your people know nothing, but torment, I have faced one of your kind once before. He tried to kill one of my brothers, and I despise your caste. If you wish to live I suggest you go crawl back into whatever hole you came from, and never return. Or the consequence to defying my heads will only lead you down a path of pain, and agony, the choice is yours.”
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Post by Lord Xylo on May 25, 2015 23:57:46 GMT
Xylo grimaced in anger. It seemed the Warrior Caste Namekian was not here for chit-chat, and on any other day Xylo wouldn't have minded that too much. But today was just not a good day for Xylo. He spoke in a gruff voice "Don't try and intimidate me Whelp, I know a weakling when I see one! Now, If you want to live I suggest you kneel before me and swear fealty to the Mazoku Caste. If you do that I Might let you live." It was quite obvious this was a poor attempt at scaring off the Warrior. Xylo was clearly in no condition to fight this Namekian, and even on a good day this battle would still prove quite difficult for him.
He folded his arms expectantly, as if he fully expected this Warrior would give up so easily. He had to act like he was in control of the situation or else he would be royally screwed. He laughed as he noticed the sweat forming on the Warrior Caste Namekian's brow, it seemed he might be a little afraid which was perfect for Xylo. He would try to take advantage of this ingrained fear the Warrior felt. He spoke once more towards the nervous Namekian "Hahaha! I can see the fear in your eyes Young One! Don't tell me you actually consider yourself a threat! I think I'll change my offer. You can leave now if you wish, you aren't worth my time." A malicious grin spread across his face as he waited for the Namekian to turn tail and run.
Although Xylo was currently much weaker than his opponent, Miter would probably be able to tell that Xylo wasn't one that would back down. The Demon Caste Warriors were almost as stubborn as Saiyans, and maybe twice as ferocious.
Xylo waited for The Warrior Caste Namekian's response, fully expecting him to run away at any moment.
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Post by Miter on May 26, 2015 13:31:19 GMT
Miter would listen intently to the words of the obviously vile warrior standing before him. "Don't try and intimidate me Whelp, I know a weakling when I see one! Now, If you want to live I suggest you kneel before me and swear fealty to the Mazoku Caste. If you do that I Might let you live." The pride of the Namekian would be insulted, no matter what the obstacle was set before him he never bowed to anyone. He didn’t intend to change his perspective on the situation by being a little startled by a kanji. “So, you obviously think that I am going to bow to you because you are grim a dying caste, an evil one at that. I have faced much tougher opponents than you, knowing that I might get my ass kicked. Do you obviously think me as a warrior would run from a battle?” The Namek would begin to crack his muscles stretching preparing for the battle that was about to unfold. “I am a Namekian warrior, and I will protect my people at all costs. Not to mention the fact that I was trying to enjoy a day of relaxation, and you have stripped me of that peace. I am a little pissed off, so I am sorry if I don’t hold back.”
The Namekian would fight past the fear from the kanji on the beast's chest. The ancient tomes had taught them to avoid it at all costs, but there was no avoiding this situation. Miter would clench his fists beginning to draw out the power within his reserves. "You are about to meet the wrath of a warrior clansman first hand!"
As the namekian would begin to power up his ki would cause the dust at his feet to whip, starting off gently and growing more violent. To the point that the dust began to circle the young Namekian warrior. The ground would begin to crack at his feet, and pebbles would begin to defy gravity. They would be propelled into the air from the force of his ki. A white aura would slowly begin to appear around the outline of the warrior. Shouting from the exertion of power, and with one final push the aura would blaze like a white flame. He had tapped out finally at his maximum power level. He would then quickly take his fighting stance, "Are you ready to play?"
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Post by Lord Xylo on May 26, 2015 22:49:09 GMT
Xylo clenched his fists angrily, how dare this weakling speak to him in such a way?! The Demon Caste Warriors dark purple aura flared as he yelled "Wrath of a Warrior Clansmen?! Don't make me laugh boy! I'll kill you and present your head to the Elders, so they'll know what happens when they anger the Leader of the Mazoku Caste!" This battle was a lost cause, but that didn't mean Xylo couldn't try striking a bit more fear into his enemies heart. His aura surged wildly as he yelled, increasing his power as best he could. It would certainly not be enough to win this battle, but it might be a little intimidating. The winds howled and dust formed a sort of barrier as the two fighters powered up. The tornado of dust and rocks forming around would have been enough to blind any normal person, but these two weren't normal people. After the two warriors finished their powerup The Warrior Clansmen asked Xylo is he was "Ready to Play", which Xylo sneered at "Ready than you'll ever be! Now then, let's get started!" This battle would be a tough one for sure, but Xylo wasn't one to back down unless he was absolutely certain he was beat, and at this point he was still certain he could win. Xylo was the first to act, dashing forward like a firework on Fourth of July. He would attempt to land a Right Hook on Miter's face. Regardless of the success of the punch he would begin throwing out a flurry of jabs and kicks towards Miter's mid-section and face, aiming to try and hit anything he could with his fists. His flurry would most likely miss or be blocked, due to the difference in power. After his flurry he would jump into the air, flying up to about 40 feet above. From this height he would fire a barrage of about Five Ki Blasts down towards Miter. At the end of his Barrage he would grasp his left arm with his right hand and begin charging a wave of Yellow Ki in his hand. His body would glow with it's signature purple aura as his power surged through his arm. Xylo would yell down at Miter in a furious rage "Go to Hell!" He would then release the Ki building up in his hand and fire it towards Miter, hoping to blast the Namekian into bits. The blast (either hitting Miter or the ground) explodes, causing a massive cloud of dust, debris and smoke to form. ([N1] Demon Wave Used! 33% Charged for a Damage Potential of: 1,161!)Xylo suddenly starts panting heavily. His lack of strength to begin with wasn't helped by the fact that he just wasted so much more energy in that assault. He would try to sense The Warrior Clansmen but his mind is a bit weak, so he cannot focus properly to sense for him. Xylo knew that Miter wasn't defeated by that attack, but not knowing where your opponent is doesn't help in any situation.
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Post by Miter on Jun 3, 2015 18:23:21 GMT
Miter would watch as his words made the demon irrate, his frustration brought about a sense of relief to the warrior. His words were really affecting him, "Wrath of a Warrior Clansmen?! Don't make me laugh boy! I'll kill you and present your head to the Elders, so they'll know what happens when they anger the Leader of the Mazoku Caste!" The warrior would laugh at the words of the warrior, and he would speak; “Do you honestly think that your little show will scare me away? I have fought much more powerful foes and conquered them with ease, you will have to do better than that. Or can you not?” Looking over the demon caste member he would begin to smirk, his body was riddled with injuries. How did he expect to defeat a foe such as himself with such insurmountable injuries.
Miter would watch as the warrior would come lunging at him, he could see the desperation in his attempts. Miter would easily block the right hook that he sent towards his face with his left forearm, and brush it off to the side of him. Then the entity would begin to unload a fury of attacks causing Miter to leap backward only to see the beast take to the skies, and shortly after he unloaded a barrage of ki attacks at the warrior. Those attacks were met by the warriors own ki blasts. The blasts would collide causing mini explosions in front of them, the battle was finally beginning to heat up a bit. After the barrage of ki attacks the young Namekian would notice a pretty substantial energy wave, the attack could cause some serious harm to the warrior. He would have to have an attack collide with it and quick. Miter would call forth his white aura, and would begin to channel his ki into his forearm, he would then look at his enemy, and would smirk. “I guess let’s see who’s energy wave is stronger!”
[charged energy wave 33% for a damage potential of 2,886!]
The two waves would collide mid air causing a violent explosion causing dust, and debris to blanket the area where they were fighting. As the wind began to blow the smokescreen from the area Miter would notice the Mazoku demon, he could sense that his power was beginning to bottom out. The demon known as Xylo was laying on the ground panting, you could see the effects of his previous battles taking a toll on his body. Miter would rocket at the being at lightning fast speeds, and would stop before the warrior. “You are too badly injured, and despite my feelings on your caste I cannot lower myself to beating on you. Or perhaps its the fact that I want to fight you at your best, come find me when you get to full power.” The young Namekian warrior would rocket off through the sky, and within an instant he was out of sight. Miter couldn’t help, but question on his way back to his village, “Did I do the right thing?”
-Exit Thread PL Please-
[ooc sorry for the late reply I had to work some overtime at work.]
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jun 3, 2015 23:45:06 GMT
The Warrior Clansmen was easily able to avoid all of Xylo's attacks or deflect them in some way. It was infuriating! He shot out his energy wave and it was met with Miter's. They collided in the air and they exploded brilliantly, creating a beautiful duststorm. Xylo could hardly see in front of him from all the smoke, that and his energy was fading again.
He fell to the ground on one knee, unable to continue fighting. He looked up at his opponent who had said he doesn't want to fight anymore, and Xylo yelled out as best he could "You spineless bastard! Get back here and fight me..." He grabbed at his chest and groaned in pain as the Namekian Warrior left the scene. How could he let himself succumb to these injuries?! He tried his best to fire another attack at the Namekian, but could not find the strength to do so.
He stood up and wearily walked back into his cave to lay down and tend to his wounds.
[END. PL requested]
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Post by Pah'mazhan on Jun 4, 2015 20:59:34 GMT
Xylo: 1477 words gives you 1790 power level!
Miter: 1440 words gives you 1780 power level!
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