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Post by Basil on Dec 26, 2015 16:00:20 GMT
Basil kept his gaze on the slug-man, even as his grip tightened around that squirming tail again. Well, he could officially count one of the two out of the fight. One down, one to go. Something peculiar seemed to be going on, though; the Namek wouldn't bother answering him, instead making a silent gesture. Ain't that a kicker? He furrowed his brow, clearly annoyed, grumping his lip into a displeased expression. If he thought he was just going to launch an attack his way and it'd be as simple as that, he had another thing comin'. The funny thing about demons as a general civilization was that to most of them, honor and fairness didn't mean much. The history of demonkind was rife with poisonings, assassinations, hostage situations, you name it. Makyans especially among demons usually were rife with nasty ideas to get ahead, being the punchlines of the Demon Realm and all. Basil was no different. ''Is dis guy serious? He certainly ain't one to use his noodle. Here I am with his Saiyan buddy in my grip, and he goes off and thinks ''gee''! My immobilized pal down there can get out of the way juuuuust fine. Did he -not- think of how easy it would be for me to lift this dweeb up and use him as sunscreen? Nah. He's bluffin'. Gotta be. Namekians are supposed to be pretty sharp. Course, if he's not, i'm gonna chuck this Saiyan right at whatever's coming, then i'm gonna give slug boy back there a heapin' helpin' of dirt pie. Should be easy, riiiight after he backs do-OUCH!'' In the middle of his victorious monologue no less, a pair of boots were formally introduced to his chin. Releasing his grip as he stumbled backward, he firmly cradled the impact zone with one hand as he watched that Saiyan roll to safety. What the hell, man!? He had both hands on his tail! How did he-....
Oh yeah...that's right. Jogging his memory let him know that Saiyans under a certain amount of tail-savvy stress could actually power through it if the stress forced them to adapt in a crisis. Some Saiyans even deliberately trained that way. They called it...Tail Mastery? Yeah, that sounded about right. As the Saiyan confirmed his distance and took some ground, Basil's eyes lit up with the reflection of ki energy. He was trying a distance attack now, huh? Scratching his chin before removing his hand, he aligned his index and middle fingers like the barrel of a gun and formed a ''hammer'' with his thumb, closing one eye to act like he was aiming. He couldn't sense what the guy was throwing at him, but if the fight so far was anything to go off of as a reference, he was definitely confident. As soon as the Saiyan roared out and released the energy, Basil's fingertips crackled with dark cyan energy, aiming for the ki construct at center mass. ''I'mma punch through that stupid thing! Here goes my new super excellent technique! GENOCIDE...LIGHT-SHOW!'' ''BANG!'' As the hardened bolt of ki loosed from his finger carrying 7,631 units of energy, it slammed right into the opposing construct and drilled through the center; it was still gonna be fairly potent, even with the drain on its punch from blasting through the weaker of the two constructs. As it continued to soar toward the Saiyan, upon arrival it was to detonate in a shower of localized explosions to ransack both person and terrain.
Unfortunately, he had two threats that needed to be dealt with, and had he not taken his shot at the Saiyan, he would have been totally helpless against ol' Slugs up there. Having made his choice to shut down the Saiyan's renewed offensive rather than dig in to defend against the Namek, he began trying to think of a way to deal with the situation...
[Basil takes a kick to the chin, then fires [N1] Genocide Light-Show at 7,631 at Kizuki and his Destruction Cannon!]
[7,631 - 2,435 = 5,196 PL headed for Kizuki!]
[KP 2/3!]
[Basil turns his gaze to observe ''Slugs''!]
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Post by Lord Xylo on Dec 30, 2015 11:55:31 GMT
Xylo watched as Kizuki struggled to keep conscious. It was clear the Saiyan hadn't much training in his tail. He squirmed fruitlessly for a few moments, until finally it seemed he had found his power surge back to him! Kizuki slammed his boots into Basil's monstrous chin, causing Xylo to smirk. He knew that Kizuki wasn't that strong, but it seemed he was certainly crafty! "Hmph... Not bad Kizuki. I guess its my time to shine!" As Xylo's energy continued to rise, Kizuki unleashed a wave of Ki straight for Basil. Sadly, however, the demon of the wastes had the power advantage over him. Kizuki's attack was swallowed by Basil's, meaning Kizuki had to avoid that energy as quick as he could!
Meanwhile, the Namekian's energy orbs had ballooned to hefty sizes; both of them had become as large as the average basketball! He glared at Basil, who had turned his gaze onto Xylo. It seemed he was readying himself to counter-attack, which was fine for the Namek. He shouted down at the demon with vigor in his voice, "Take this! Scatter Shot!" He tossed his two energy orbs downwards, but they were heading towards Basil from different directions! One came in from the left, while the other closed in on the right. If the demon wanted to stop this offensive, he'd need to be speedy; or at least have a lot more firepower left over!
As the orbs sped downwards, Xylo's attention shifted to Kizuki. He might not fully like the guy, but he certainly respected him; losing him now would be a total waste of a Saiyan! He frowned as the demons energy closed in on Kizuki. "If he dies to that... I'll drag him out of hell and kill him again! He's too strong to be defeated by something that simple."
[KP 1/3]
[UP2] Scatter Shot used! 133% of PL For a damage potential of: 22,504!
Scatter Shot split into 2 blasts! Each one has a damage potential of: 11,252!
(Kind of a short post; sorry!)
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 2, 2016 16:07:02 GMT
It would seem he was in a bit of a pinch. The large beast had fired off a ki attack himself, to counter his own Destruction Cannon. As Kizuki's torrent of ki flew forward, the ground under it would crack and tremble, only to be halted by an attack superior to his in power. It wasn't how he wanted it, but it was what he was hoping for. Kizuki kept his stance, continuing to pour out his energy into his attack, even as Basil's began to overtake his and inch close and closer to him, the end result not looking to be in Kizuki's favor. However, he had heard his comrade shout, finding this to be the perfect time. A few moments later, Basil's beam made impact which caused quite the explosion, just as Xylo was firing off his own attack.
All of Xylo's internal concerns would be calmed, however, as it seemed Basil's attack did little to nothing to the Saiyajin, who was eventually floating his way over to Xylo's side in the air. But.. how?!
As Xylo's made his attack, Kizuki would use his ability to move at ridiculous speeds to his advantage. With the [ SU1] Zanzoken technique, Kizuki's body would literally fizzle out of view, Basil's attack impacting nothing but an After Image as the beam collided with the ground, destroying the earth under it in an explosion of dust and rock. Kizuki, however, would have ended up a ways away from the blast, as well as the intended attack of Xylo. Eventually, floating up to the Namekian's side, using the back of his right hand to wipe away from blood from the corner of his mouth. Powerful arms crossed over that armored chest, slightly ruined, as that long tail wavered behind him, now not a hinder to him in battle anymore, finally coming up to wrap around his chest. "Wonder if you hit that resilient bastard." He couldn't tell at this point.
- Kizuki managed to dodge Basil's attack with [SU1] Zanzoken! - 100% of thread PL 7,379. 7,379 - 5,196 = 0! -1KP [ KP: 1/3 ]
[ WC w/HW: 325 / TWC w/HW: 2,344 ] |
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Post by Basil on Jan 7, 2016 15:38:03 GMT
Basil would sneer after his bolt of ki clashed with the opposing construct of the Saiyan, the tip of his firing finger smoking like the barrel of a gun. After it pierced through and rendered the attack overwhelmed, he raised the finger to his lips, letting out a blown puff of air to send the smoke into the wind in comical fashion. Folding his arms and standing tall as he began to guffaw in victory, his laughing slowly began to slow ever gradually as things began to not add up. The explosions ransacked the target zone just as they should have, but there was no battered Saiyan barely standing or lying in a heap of beaten dirt. It wasn't anywhere near strong enough to vaporize the mook, yet he was nowhere to be found; it also didn't help that he couldn't sense energy without his Scouter, which he had chosen not to employ. Looking around with a cock-eyed expression of half insult and half curiosity, he threw his arms up in a ''what gives!?'' expression. It was then that his eyes settled in on Slugs, and the...Saiyan...at his side...uh oh. Now things were beginning to make sense. Slugs had held his energy for a fair degree of time, probably to focus a big fat energy bomb or some such. He had to have been buying time, right? Why else would Slugs just now join in the fun by making his entry with something that didn't place him at risk for a whoopin', like his Saiyan pal? Frustrated, he furrowed his brow as he peered between the two of them. There was no telling how whatever this technique was worked, so he probably wasn't going to have a chance to accurately react until it was fired... And it was. Two energy orbs ripped through the sky like hot knives through butter, leaving intimidating comet trails. They were moving unbelievably fast, too. While he expected both to come at him head on, he found himself very swiftly corrected. With no time to react, he let out a roar of aggression as the bombs closed in, sandwiching him between both before they drowned his form in light, exploding, and leaving a billowing plume of smoke where he just stood previously; that, and a crater. A big one. Where he was now face down, covered in scuff marks and light burns, and very, very angry. After around two minutes of stillness, his body reclaimed motion and his shaking legs brought him to a hunched, standing posture. His massive right hand cradled a more severe wound on his left shoulder, and he hacked and wheezed. Turning his head and spitting out a chunk of wasteland dirt, then following suit with his free hand to blow some out of his nostril, he'd finish cleaning himself up by turning his head and patting his temple, causing some soil to pop out of his ear and rejoin the rest on the ground. His heaving breaths began heightening in raw aggression, up until his pounding heart flooded a fire through his body of both excitement and lust for combat. Dropping his arms to his side, he would grip the collar of his weighted cloak with one hand, heaving it off of his body with all of his might. Making sure to keep well and silent to listen for the booming impact of the garment that kicked up rocks and dirt in a localized screen of smoke, he would hunch low, arms at his sides, as his power began to skyrocket. He'd taken a high amount of damage thanks to that thing suppressing his power, but now it was time to play the game for real! As his power soared ever and ever higher, his aura causing a maelstrom of dirt and debris, it darkened in purity before his climb finished. His released power causing the whirlwind to blast apart in violent fashion and blowing apart the crater of soil he had found himself in, he hunched low before breaking into a top-heavy sprint across the wastes and keeping both combatants in his sights. His body still seethed with pain, but his heart seethed with rage. ''Time to clobber both'a yous mooks! COME GET SOME!'' Braking into a slide, he would sail across the dirt for the final few meters before launching into the air, attempting to clap their heads together before delivering a powerful elbow to each simultaneously. If he could send them crashing to the ground, he'd pursue them downwards to attempt to follow up with a lariat attack to send them spiraling away from each other before impact! [Basil unleashes his fury! Unrestrained PL: 92,504!] [The wounded Makyan attempts a punishing dual-pronged physical assault!] [KP recharged to 3/3 from not using a technique!] |
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 8, 2016 10:22:31 GMT
(I'm planning on taking this hit, but I don't want to control Kizuki's response to this attack seeing as we're supposed to bump into one another and all. Kizuki are you alright with me writing about us both being hit?) |
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 8, 2016 13:11:15 GMT
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 9, 2016 2:46:30 GMT
The Namekian grinned wickedly as he watched his energy orbs collide with the Makyan's large form. The two-pronged Ki attack exploded, causing an enormous mushroom cloud to billow upwards from the impact point. He chuckled heartily as the smoke cleared, revealing the "Demon of the Wastes" had fallen; laying prone with his face in the dirt of an enormous crater. "Hah! Looks like he wasn't as menacing as the tales said... How disappointing... Let's go." The Namekian turned to leave, but something felt odd. He swiveled back around in the sky, watching the Demon with suspicious eyes. "Wait a second... Something isn't right here." He waited for what seemed like hours, but eventually the Demon stood up. His legs wobbled, and his arm seemed to be severely wounded, but he was still able to fight. Xylo smirked, folding his arms as he turned to Kizuki. "I guess he's sturdier than I gave him credit for. Most warriors wouldn't have been able to stand up to an attack like that." Xylo watched as the Demon dusted himself off, and slowly grabbed to remove his large weighted cloak. He dropped it to the ground, and it embedded itself into the floor. "WHAT?!"The teal-skinned bastard had been using Weighted Gear this entire time! Xylo had forgot about his assumption entirely, realizing much too late that his earlier guess had been entirely correct! The Demon of The Wastes let out a roar, sprinting across the vegetan wasteland with immense fury backing his every step. Xylo could barely keep his eyes focused on the full-power Demon, and it was for this reason that he was completely vulnerable. The Demon leaped into the sky, clapping his hands around Xylo and Kizuki's heads! The duo's heads crashed into one another, dizzying Xylo immensely. Before the Namekian could recover, he felt a sharp pain in his head as the Teal-Skinned Terror slammed his elbow right into Xylo's head-fin. He was sent careening towards the ground, but he would sadly not make contact with the soil. The Demon finished off his devestating combination with a double-lariat, sending Xylo spinning wildly through the air. He crashed into a nearby rock formation, causing it to crumble onto his green form. He sat within his rocky tomb for a few moments, regaining his sense beneath the rubble as best he could. Soon enough, he emerged; blasting the rubble away with a burst of Kiai. The Namekian coughed up a glob of blood, noticing something felt off as he stood upright. He felt around his head, and quickly noticed his head-fin had been bent painfully. He gripped the abnormal chunk of flesh, and forced it back into place with a satisfying -POP-He turned his attention back to the Demon, panting as he grabbed at his own weighted cape. "Alright you blue bastard... I guess you aren't as weak as I thought... It's time for you to feel my true power!" In a quick motion, Xylo heaved his cape off his shoulders. It whizzed through the air, crashing through a boulder before it slid to a stop a fair distance away from the battle zone. Xylo cracked his neck, settling into a hunched over position shortly after. With a fearsome shout, Xylo let loose his own power; a less impressive, but still formidable sixty-five thousand! His indigo aura blazed around him as he glared towards his opponent. "Get ready to see who the real Demon is!" Xylo dashed forwards, fist reeled back as he approached. Once he got within range, he'd slam his fist into the Demon's gut. If the strike landed, he'd follow it up with a barrage of fists towards his foe's mid-section, before finally ending off the combination with a kick to the chest, which would hopefully send Basil careening through the sky if it hit properly.
[KP 2/3] +1 KP for No Tech Use! Weighted Clothes Removed! Current PL: 65,161! Xylo runs in for a fury-filled punching assault! (Feel free to exercise your hefty PL advantage and tank the hits like they're nothing. Could make for a funny moment.) ( Kizuki you're up!) |
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 11, 2016 0:27:04 GMT
Kizuki watched as Xylo's attack caused quite the display of destruction, causing artificial winds to whip up from the impact. With arms crossing over his armored chest, the Saiyajin would offer a small smirk, impressed at the Namekian's display of power. "It appears so. Quite the adversary for a bit, I suppose." As Xylo made note that they should make their departure, it appeared they were both quite wrong. Through the rumbling of debris and the clearing smoke, the demon beast could be made out. The bastard was still alive! Though it seemed Xylo's attack did a number on his body. "This shouldn't take much longer, Xylo.. let's fini--..." and there was where Kizuki was cut off, as the beast threw off his weighted gear and spiked his power up to incredible proportions!
Though Kizuki was not adept at sensing powerlevels, he could tell the beast was even more a force to be reckoned with than before. Unable to get into a defensive stance quick enough, finding himself at the receiving end of having his head cracked up against Xylo's before a lariat caused the Saiyajin to go flying off into a nearby rock formation. The impact caused the formation to instantly explode into smaller boulders, Kizuki landing on the ground with a thump. Flinching from the pain, he tried to find a way to gather his bearings, doing his best to pull himself up to his feet after such a destructive and violent attack.
Xylo was the first to get to his feet though, removing his own weighted clothing in order to better measure up with the demon. Steading his form, he found his balance again, shaking the cobwebs out of his head. He wasn't sure what made Basil's attack worse, his power or the fact that Xylo had a hard head! Kizuki would then rush forward to attempt to help his comrade, finding a burst of ki within himself to push forward from behind Basil as Xylo went for his assault. Gloved fingers wrapped themselves around the demon's head, trying his hand and blinding the beast, moving to jab his fingers into his eye sockets, or in the very least rake them to cause some blurriness for the time being! A dirty tactic, but they needed to find a way to slow the beast down, and perhaps his vision would be the key!
- Kizuki got pummeled! But, with some struggle, he got back up! - With, perhaps his last burst of ki, the Saiyajin would fly up behind Basil and attempt to rake his eyes to blind him! - +1 KP gained for no tech use. [ KP: 2/3 ]
[ WC w/HW: 395 / TWC w/HW: 2,739 ]
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Post by Basil on Jan 13, 2016 23:02:24 GMT
Mua~hahahahah! These two goons had no idea what hit 'em! Once Basil had unleashed his true strength he'd been hiding all along, he cracked their two heads together like a pair of walnuts! His assault had gone off without a hitch, his new speed and power probably taking the both of them by surprise. After the twin downward smash followed by the lariat, he quickly glanced between the two to see them both careening right into the wasteland dirt, smashing through a heapin' helpin' of stone to the likes of both of 'em! He debated on unleashing an energy attack, but he wasn't sure which one of the two was going to stand up first. The Saiyan had been mighty persistent so far, but then again, Slugs had comparatively been on the lesser side of the whoopin' so far. This was truly satisfying; he could have sworn he heard Slugs let out a hoarse yelp of surprise when the gloves came off for real! After the satisfying recoil of his grip against the two mooks' heads popping together, he'd noticed both of them seemed pretty woozy. As he continued to glance between the pair, an eruption of rubble, dirt, and stone blasted apart the Namekian's landing zone. He couldn't say he was surprised; most of the beatdown was one on one against the Saiyan, though the energy attack from the Namek had done plenty of damage thanks to Basil's weighted cloak reducing his power output. Slugs had boasted somethin' or other about his true power, making a bold claim. Basil, however, was confident as ever. He was sitting pretty at nearly one hundred thousand units of power! What was this gonna do? Bleed on him? Wincing a little bit as the Namek popped an appendage back into place, he then watched as Slugs tossed off his own weighted gear. The element of surprise was pretty exciting; not knowing what the guy could do now made this a lot more interesting, to say the least. His opponent let loose a battle cry with another boast, and Basil stood tall and curled his upper body slightly inward. He'd go ahead and take a punch or two head on to see what the Namek's real power was capable of dishing out. He began focusing on Slugs quizzically, almost expectantly, as his opponent closed in like a bullet. Following the rhythm of blows with a monologue beat in his head, he nodded briefly along to it. As the fist of the first blow came sailing in, he stood his ground, briefly pausing as it bumped against his abdomen with a bit of force but not enough to cause him to stagger. It certainly hurt a lot less than he figured it would. Continuing the beat, he smirked, the monologue rolling off with the Namek's flurry. ''Boom-chicka-ah. Boom-chicka-ah. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!'' As the blows bounced off his body, he began to poise himself to give him another good smack with some hefty hang time. ''Blue-~ ''OW DAMMIT MY EYES! GET OFFA ME!'' That frickin' frackin' Saiyan again! Luckily, Basil had began thrashing around like an angry bull, avoiding getting jabbed in the eyes. The fingers still got in a good rake against his eyeballs. ''Somebody get this friggin' monkey off my back! Quit that, you!'' Shaking fiercely, he'd hoped to knock the Saiyan's grip loose; if he could succeed, he'd attempt to reach up, grasp him by the armpits, and chuck him into a tailspin across the wasteland floor, closely hugging the ground. If he managed to succeed in his grapple he'd quickly wipe at his eyes before arcing back a single hand, summoning a globe of energy; his signature Fastball, an explosive, baseball-sized orb of energy, and fling it with all his might at the malevolent monkey! If, however, Kizuki had managed to hang on tight, the construct would have been sent sailing at close range toward the Namekian! ''Three strikes and yer out! Catch this, dweeb!''
[N1] Fastball used!]
[KP 2/3!]
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 14, 2016 0:55:07 GMT
( Popping in OOC to just say Basil hit Kizuki full out and the ki attack is heading his way! What will Xylo do?! This way, he has something to work with in regards to what happened to Kizuki. )
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 14, 2016 5:31:07 GMT
Despite Xylo's increased power, it seemed that the Namekian was no match for Basil's full power. Try as he might, his endless barrage of punches and kicks did very little to the large behemoth. The Demon simply laughed, acting as if the punches were the rhythm to a song rather than vicious strikes from a furious Namekian Warrior! With the Demon of the Wastes distracted by Xylo, Kizuki was easily able to sneak up on their large foe. The Saiyan grabbed at the demon's eyes, hoping to blind their foe, or maybe even defeat him altogether. With their combined offensive, Kizuki and Xylo were certainly able to piss off the Demon; the damage done, however, wasn't impressive. The Demon was momentarily blinded, but he quickly grabbed at Kizuki, sending the Saiyan whizzing through the air at high speeds! Basil reeled back his hand, causing Xylo's eyes to widen in shock. "If Kizuki gets hit by that, he'll be out of this fight... Or worse! I need to save his ass, but I can't get hit in the process..." The Namekian looked down at his own hand, and an idea suddenly sprung into his head. Acting quickly, the Mazoku Warrior shot into the sky, above the battlefield, and away from Basil's hands. Once he was airborne, he'd extend both his arms towards Kizuki, attempting to snatch the Saiyan from above. He'd quickly retract his elongated limbs once they were firmly latched onto Kizuki which would get him out of harm's way! There was no way to tell how the Demon or even Kizuki would react. Xylo's best guess would be that the demon would be pissed, though there was a chance Kizuki might feel the same way.
[KP 3/3]
+1 KP for no tech use!
Shot into the sky.
Used [RACIAL] Limb Extension to grab Kizuki from above and get him out of harms way. |
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 15, 2016 6:06:25 GMT
Kizuki had been doing his best to rip the eyeballs out of Basil's sockets, but it seemed the beast was too powerful to contain in such a way, despite the impact of Xylo's previous attack and the current state he appeared to be in. The bastard! Neither Kizuki nor Xylo appeared to be doing much damage to him, the Demon taking each hit from the Namekian as if they were taps of a drum, even taking Kizuki's body as he tried to blind him and sent him flying against the ground of the dry, dead wasteland. As Kizuki was grabbed and tossed, his own powerful body caused a deep trail from where the momentum was taking him, flinching from the pain of being steamrolled by such force into the ground. Before long, his unwanted trip had ended, the Saiyajin spitting out a thick glob of saliva, blood, and wasteland dirt from his mouth. Slowly, he'd come to a stand cracking his neck from side to side with a grunt and a frown. "Resilient thing aren't you. I swear, something's different about him than what I had seen before.. He didn't seem so bi--"
Kizuki's conversation with himself was cut short, as he turned in the direction of Basil, hearing a roaring scream before an sphere of ki energy was being sent his way with incredible speed. Eyes shot wide in shock, the orb was coming in too fast for Kizuki to properly dodge it, so all the Saiyajin could do was plant his feet firmly into the ground and cross massive arms in an "X" in front of him and prepare for impact, but truth be told this would have been the ending blow for the time seasoned Saiyajin for sure. That was, until he was saved by his Knight in.. Green skin.
Feeling something wrap themselves around his body, Kizuki would open one of his tightly shut eyes before he felt himself being pulled quickly up into the sky. "Kkcchh.. Nani?!" ("What?!") was screamed out and before he realized it he was pulled back into Xylo's form. The Namekian had apparently used his ability to stretch his limbs to grab his Saiyajin comrade and pull him high into the sky out of harm's way. Kizuki watched as the orb exploded in an array of light and destruction right where he was standing, forming a large crater around the area that rivaled even Xylo's from his previous attack.
Kizuki stayed still in the air, using his own ki to keep him afloat, but realized Xylo was still holding onto him. Clenching he teeth together tightly, baring him in annoyance, he'd rear back and shoot an elbow into Xylo's sternum to get him to release the hold. "Tch! You should've hit him with everything you had! Nevermind me!" The Saiyajin would give Xylo a side glance, though, offering a firm nod. "B-But, thank you. I would've been vaporized by that. Still, there's something odd about him. I don't believe that's what originally went into that hole. It was the size of a child, that is something quite different." Reaching for his right shoulder with his left hand, he'd rotate it to try to pop it back into place after his previous rough ride along the planet's rough surface. He looked down at the ten foot tall beast from his post in the sky. "If you've got another trump card, perhaps it'd be best to figure it out and use it now. I'll distract him, you figure out a way to put him out."
Without waiting for Xylo to even respond, the Saiyajin would call forth all his power again, surrounding himself in a blazing, blue aura of ki energy before rocketing off towards the Demon. With a mighty roar, Kizuki would cock back his right fist, flying faster and faster towards his target. Finally, at the right moment, he would launch that fist forward, driving it right between Basil's eyes, attempting to connect with his massive cranium.
Should the single punch connect, Kizuki would simply keep the stand, still in the air as his fist would stay firmly placed against Basil's skull. It seemed the Demon of the Waste's truly was a force to be reckoned with, taking Kizuki's punch head on and not even flinching. It made Kizuki gnash his teeth together even tighter, his throat tensing up, making slight gargling and cracking noises from trying to continue to push.
"KISAMAAAA!!!!!!" ("WHY YOUUU!!!") And with that, just like Xylo, Kizuki would remain in the air as right and left fists would do their best to slam into Basil's head, who for the most part was probably even less phased than when Xylo was doing the same thing. Hopefully, Xylo was using this time to ready up something more devastating than his last attack. Kizuki knew whatever this Demon had in store for him it would end up hurting more than anything he had experienced thus far, but all he could do was keep attacking Basil with right and left fists, in order to help Xylo get ready for another attack.
- Vegeta and Trunks moment from DBZ: Movie 9, Bojack Unbound between Kizuki and Xylo! - Kizuki does his best to attack Basil, but we all know he's probably just taking it like a beast. - +1KP gained for no tech use! [ KP: 3/3 ]
[ WC w/HW: 848 / TWC w/HW: 3,587 ]
PS - I'll be gone from Friday - Sunday, so if necessary feel free to skip me, or not if you guys can wait until Sunday if it's my turn!
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Post by Basil on Jan 19, 2016 5:00:38 GMT
Oooooooh!If it wasn't for Basil having the best hair in the business (he checked, so far it was undeniable), he probably would have ripped it out in frustration by the clumps. After unleashing his frightening Fastball at the monkey man, he had smirked devilishly, toothily even. Everything was starting to smooth out and things were going nicely. Of course, his eyes still burned a bit from the underhanded Saiyan tactic, but now he was going to get his sweet, delicious revenge. He almost felt high off of the feeling. As the Fastball sped closer and closer to his target (who had just taken a hilarious bounce across the wastes, causing Basil to snort heartily), the demon witnessed Kizuki brace himself into a defensive posture, preparing for the worst. Then, as if in slow motion, a pair of stretchy green bean arms lashed into the fray, yanking Monkey out of the way of what was likely a terrific display of destruction and brutality. Letting out a strong, frustrated huff of air from his nose (which visibly spawned two large puffs of dust, causing him to sneeze), he gripped his fists into balls so tight he could feel his own nails puncturing the palm of either hand. A warm wetness traced against his fingertips, the veins all over his body bulging in anger and hoarse rage. He was beginning to lose his grip on a more strategical mindset, and had instead settled for attempting to brutalize whichever of the pair came at him first. He was big, he was tough, and boy was he pissed. Through his blinding rage he could at least commend the pair's teamwork; it was about at this moment he thought of wanting a crew of his own once again, and settled on the fact he'd like to find fighters like these two...mooks, to have his back. He began to advance slowly, one foot stomping down in front of the other, his body nearly shaking in raw anger. Even as he came upon the crater he didn't bother to stop, activating flight on instinct and quite comically walking across the air above the huge crater birthed by his Fastball. Even as the Saiyan's aura flashed alight before his daring charge, the seething hate in his mind kept him advancing as his opponent closed in ever quickly. In heaving, ragged breaths, he stopped completely, tightening up his muscles to more easily shrug off the inevitable blows. As the first fist connected with his head, he'd rock his head forward, attempting to crash his massive front skull plate right into Monkey's knuckles. His senses dulled by anger, he kept a cold stare as the blows rained down, every so often the zones of impact on his body would recoil slightly with light bruising beginning to form; nothing he hadn't dealt with before, and certainly something he didn't care about now. He'd slapped up plenty of mosquitoes in his day! Particularly demon ones, and they were actually pretty tough. With each blow he felt the racing and thundering of his heart spike, even though his vision of the Saiyan was being rapidly obstructed and unobstructed with the flurry of furious fists. ''Urge...to kill....rising....hrrrrgh!....rising....RISING....RISIIIIINNNNG!!!!'In the momentary flash of a near-instant, Basil tucked his arms upward in a boxer's pose before swaying low to whiff one of the Saiyan's punches, swinging with a tight left to hopefully clock him across the jaw. If it had landed, he'd begin to slowly advance forward while using the Saiyan as a punching bag, rolling his upper body left and right as hook after hook came sailing through. Once he was finished using his big dumb face as a speed bag, he'd attempt to finish the onslaught with a vicious uppercut right to the stomach, intending to keel the Saiyan over. He'd then try and get a grip on his hair to yank him back up and promptly headbutt him, noggin to nose-slash-facial-region. If Monkey had found himself sufficiently stunned from the more telling blows of the onslaught, Basil would attempt to yank a foot out from under him and use him to club the dirt two or three times, then fling him at high speed right at Stretch, in all of his ''hardy hardy i'm way too cool to come down there and fight right now with my stretchy powers'' arrogance!
[Recovered 1 KP! 3/3]
[BASIL ANGRY!] |
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 19, 2016 5:06:56 GMT
( Lord Xylo, feel free to post with Kizuki taking the full attack and getting flung straight for his Namekian bro! ) |
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 20, 2016 13:16:18 GMT
As Xylo's arms retracted, he couldn't help but smirk. He'd never used his limb extension to save someone before; now that he knew it was a viable strategy, he might use it more in the future. He seemed to have gotten lost in his own thoughts however, as Kizuki was forced to bring him back to reality with an elbow attack to the gut. The Namekian relinquished the grip on Kizuki that he forgot he had immediately. He listened as the Saiyan revealed his assumption that this form was not the Demon's normal one. Kizuki offered to act as a distraction, to which Xylo agreed. "Alright, that'll work for me. Keep him busy and I'll unleash my full power. It might take me a while though, so be on your--" Before he could finish, the Saiyan was already on the attack. "No use trying to give him advice now; I need to start powering up, and fast!"The Namekian took a deep breath, tucking his arms close to him as his body began to pulsate with powerful Ki. His energy began skyrocketing to ridiculous heights; four times his base power! Suddenly, his body began expanding to accommodate all of this newfound strength. His limbs began to elongate, his chest and head following soon after. Soon enough, his entire body had grown to over quadruple Basil's size! With his full power unleashed, he turned to Basil and Kizuki, barely having enough time to notice the Saiyan being tossed towards him. Kizuki slammed on Xylo's chest, making a pitiful -SLAP- noise on contact. The Namekian attempted to grab Kizuki and place him on a nearby mountain. Regardless of his success, he'd float down to the ground, his booming voice shaking the ground as he spoke. "Hey there. Remember how I said I would show you who the real Demon is? I think its time for that right about now."Xylo reeled his fist back, and slowly launched it downwards. He aimed to slam into Basil's... Everything. If he was successful, he'd probably embed the poor bastard directly into the ground.
[KP 3/3]
BIG MODE UNLEASHED! Great Namek Form PL: 260,644!
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