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Post by Kizuki on Jan 21, 2016 1:40:36 GMT
The only thing he needed to do was have Basil focus on him, and only him. Xylo needed time to work out his strategy, so those punches and kicks were aimed at the demon's massive body in more of an effort to keep him busy, not too seriously injure him because, unfortunately, Kizuki knew his power just didn't measure up. Regardless of how much pain he was inflicting on Basil, he knew his plan was working as the Demon became increasingly more agitated with him, putting Xylo out of the picture completely. Eventually, his attack would be halted and Basil would begin the counter assault. He'd once again, find himself on the receiving end of a beating at the hands of the titan. Knuckles ravaged his face and body, that blow to his armored gut causing every breath of oxygen to leave his lungs. With a bit of a labored gasp and gag, he'd brace himself as he found his body being battered against the ground once again, literally cracking the earth's foundation with his own body. Blood began to spurt out from his mouth as he screamed, before being flung directly into Xylo... But, in a moment of being barely conscious, he felt like he impacted against something much bigger than Xylo. Eventually, the Namekian, who had now increased his body size and power to even greater lengths than Basil's, had carefully placed the Saiyajin down on a rock formation. All of those was confusing to Kizuki, he felt like he was being guided up by something quite large. Laying on his back, he'd continue to cough up a bit of blood and saliva, wiping the mixture from his mouth with the back of a gloved hand as he began to sit up. What he saw caused his eyes to open wide, despite being barely able to open due to fatigue. "W-What.. the hell?" Was he seeing things? Xylo had turned into a monster in his own right! Kizuki didn't know something like this was even capable of Xylo, as the Namekian's deep, monstrous voice traveled throughout the wastelands, directed at Basil. His height rivaled that of even an Oozaru. But, just how STRONG was Xylo in this form? Could he at least keep up with the Demon of the Waste? He proved to be more than capable of defending himself against both Kizuki and Xylo, Kizuki not completely out of the fight from the looks of it. Sitting on the ground, he'd hack up a thick glob of blood mixed with saliva and phlegm, spitting it off to the side before letting out a satisfied grunt. "Hmph. Looks like he did have a trump card hidden in his sleeve afterall."
[ KP: 3/3 ]
[ WC w/HW: 452 / TWC w/HW: 4,149 ]
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Post by Basil on Jan 24, 2016 22:05:52 GMT
Even through all the seething rage and hate that had clouded his judgment, rationality, and vision alike, Basil was beginning to clear his head from the sheer joy of feeling the Saiyan's body break and fracture against his massive blows. Each one felt like its own victory, and it was clear after the first couple of clean shots that monkey ought to have packed his bags, because he was going on a trip. The Namekian had managed to remain backed off, but at the time of disengagement Basil was far too distracted beating up that monkey man again. With no Scouter, he had no way to sense ki, but had he known better he would have really wished he had kept it on, uncomfortable as a fit though it was to his much larger frame compared to his normal self that it was fitted for. He became wrapped up in the savage whoopin' he was currently tossing out, even after he had chucked the Saiyan away at his friend in a gesture of ''Oy, bub! Pay attention!'' It wasn't until after the body mass of the Saiyan's dinky little plink! that the demon had finally noticed what had just happened. Dropping his arms into a slacked slouch with a completely dumbfounded look on his face that screamed '' OH, COME ON!'' He stared slack-jawed, eyes bulged to ridiculous proportions. The fierce winds that picked up from the Namekian's transformation sent the Makyan's grog flask sailing out of what was left of his hole in the ground home, tapping against one of his large toes. Without missing a beat, he slowly reached for the flask while keeping his gaze fixed on the now much bigger green bean, and took a few seconds long chug of the concoction; good lord, did he need it now. Dropping the container after a loud belch (he scared himself, but don't tell anybody), he clipped it back onto his belt and rubbed his eyes, confirming what he was seeing. That was about the time the Namekian's deafening voice bellowed out, and his fist came sailing from what looked like orbit like a big green meteor with Basil's name finely detailed and accented in cursive across the knuckles. But Basil wasn't one to take this sitting down. Oh, no. He was way too dumb, er, tough for that. Summoning his own mighty voice (which was sort of like a chihuahua yipping at a great dane right now) he offered his retort, raising a finger as the massive fist came careening his way. ''Hey, ya ugly mook Jolly Green! The only damage you've done after that growth spurt is burnin' the hair outta my nostrils with that rank giant's breath!''
Yeah. Take that. Jerk.
FOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM~ You're a Big Guy... (Click)
Where once he had personal space, now Basil only had fist. Lots. And lots. Of fist. Left side? Fist. Right side? Yep, more fist. Double check dead ahead? Whadda'ya'know, more fist. Wiggling his broken, smashed, pancake body between two knuckles so he could breathe, he knew he was done for. He fought good, right? Right. But that didn't mean he was without the capacity left to be a real prick right now. Lifting his limp right hand to summon energy, he used his left to grip the fingernail of Xylo's middle finger just for the statement. Yanking up with one hand, he charged his Fastball with a crackle of deep, dark, cyan energy that let loose a high pitched screech. Lifting his hand to angle under the lifted nail, he would fire off the Fastball to aim underneath it, intending to blow the massive nail clean off if he could (unaware of Namekian regeneration) and ravage the tender skin underneath. If he were successful, he'd likely be drenched in the giant's blood, but once that hand pulled back regardless of the result, the Namekian would have a bird's eye view of Basil giving him, well, the bird. With a smug smirk, his body contorted and broken into the ground. The new massive difference in power between the two allowed the blow to carry an insane amount of force, pressure, and weight. The only thing that the proud Makyan wasn't, was unconscious. The massive detonation earlier before he ditched his cloak didn't help, either. His lips parted, mouth opening, one-finger salute still held high. ''Ai to akuma no ryōiki, meinu no anata no musuko kara!''
(From Makai with love, you son of a bitch!)
[PANCAKE MODE Active!]
[Basil makes one last smug move, firing a Fastball directly underneath Xylo's middle finger nail!]
[KP 2/3]
[30,559 PL!]
[Nearly Unconscious!] |
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 28, 2016 10:28:15 GMT
The Giga-Namek grinned as he felt his fist connect with Basil. The entire impact point had become a fist shaped crater from the sheer size and strength of Xylo's new form. He had to admit, being so big felt pretty damn good. Though his claims a few weeks ago when facing Kizuki were simply a bluff, Xylo presumed he might actually be able to take down an Oozaru in this state. His daydream of body-slamming an Oozaru into the palace was cut short as a massive explosion occurred inside the crater. He blinked blankly for a moment, but soon it dawned on him where the Demon had aimed. A surge of pain ran from his finger down through his entire body as his enormous fingernail had been blown off completely! He let out a booming shriek of pain as he retracted his fist, inspecting the wound with fury-filled eyes. "You little runt! I'll kill you for that!"Whilst still inspecting his wound, the Namekian aimed his healthy hand down towards Basil, as a small Ki Orb blipped into existence. After a short moment, the Ki Orb ballooned to ridiculous proportions and fired out of Xylo's hand as a huge wave of Ki! It raced through the sky towards Basil, intent on knocking him dead!
[KP: 0/3]
Used [MP3] Super Demon Wave! Intent to KO Basil and end the fight.
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 29, 2016 17:54:05 GMT
He gave this demon monstrosity all the credit in the world. For the most part, once Xylo had transformed into that Giant Namekian form and delivered his thrashing to Basil, he expected him to be out of it completely. However, it seemed he had a trick up his sleeve as well. The demon brute had fired off another of his signature attacks at Xylo, this time aimed at his... fingernail? Kizuki watched as the explosion occured on impact, the large, pointed fingernail doing flips in the air. The Saiyajin would perk up an eyebrow in response to Basil actually aiming for that part of the giant's body and the fact that... it was a fingernail flipping through the sky. And it happened to be headed straight for him!
Looking up at it, a single palm was aimed and from it was fired a simple blast of ki, with enough power to reduce it to much smaller shards and dust before it had a chance to slice Kizuki in two. Kizuki wouldn't admire his handiwork for longer, as his attention turned back towards the screaming Xylo, who was now firing off an orb of ki of monumental proportions, aimed directly at the Demon of the Wastes. It almost caused Kizuki to flinch. The impact would cause an insane amount of destruction around the surrounding area, never mind what it would happen to do to Basil if it hit him head on.
Hm, in his mind Kizuki thought that this demon would be a nice addition to their merry band of misfits, should he actually agree to be a part of them and, well, survive Xylo's onslaught. Standing atop the mountainous structure Xylo had put him on still, his arms went back to recross in front of his massive chest, waiting to see how this one would finish up.
[ KP: 3/3 ]
[ WC w/HW: 307 / TWC w/HW: 4,456 ]
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Post by Basil on Jan 30, 2016 7:28:29 GMT
Even with his body battered and broken, Basil could find comfort as he lay there in the fist-summoned crater, dead center, the knuckle imprints of a giant surrounding his broken frame. He'd fired off his Fastball with a screeching insult, only hoping for one last metaphorical middle finger to Slugs before the day could be decided. As he watched the nail soar off into the sky, freeing some of the giant's blood, a small splash whipped against his torso. Closing his eyes briefly as his breathing finally started to calm, he noted that Monkey had decided to hang back and away from the short remainder of the bout. Basil knew that he had done all he could against the sudden unstoppable force. His chest bounced lightly as he began to laugh to himself, the image of the Namekian howling and staring at his wounded finger filling him with joy and a bit of pride. With his slipping consciousness, the Namekian's words echoed and distorted. He couldn't make out exactly what he said, but with the posture the giant was beginning to take, he knew he had to act with the momentary pause; the calm before the storm, so they say. With his remaining energy forcing his senses to remain conscious, he rolled over onto all fours, his shaking arms forcing him to stand slowly into a hunched over, beaten, ragged posture. Dragging his feet slowly as he did his best to create distance, the blinding light behind him cast his own large shadow before him. Peeking over his shoulder one last time before his shuffle turned to a slow jog, he knew he didn't have much time.
With the distorted sounds of his fresh footprints beating away, he increased his pace as much as he could as the shriek of a powerful energy attack screamed through the air. Gritting his teeth, he carried on. He knew his only way to avoid serious injury was going to end up with him losing what little consciousness he had. Turning sharply and kicking off into the air, he suddenly shifted backward at lightning speed, placing him outside the range of a direct hit but still yet inside the explosion's zone and shockwave. Using a basic, fluffed up ki blast for misdirection, he had suddenly vanished and reappeared at his current location, bracing his arms for the destruction of the Namekian's attack; at least he wasn't taking it dead on. As the massive construct of energy impacted with the soil, the force of the explosion blew the demon's arms to his sides, throwing him backward, as the middle exterior of the explosion washed into his body in searing light. Chomping his teeth together roughly to muffle any vocal cues of pain, his body went soaring across the landscape in what seemed to Basil like slow motion. 'I...lost.''His thoughts rocketing away as fast as his body, his back slammed into the dirt, spiraling him backwards through a large rock. As the stone exploded into fragments and crashed against his body, bruising and slashing him, the wounds were soaked in dirt as he bounced across the wasteland floor. ''Nnnngh! I can't...believe this! I'm the Demon of the Wastes!...All of my years on Vegeta, finally to get taken out by some...damned Namek!'' His velocity finally began to slow, but his impacts one after the other still hurt just as much. Finally landing on his back, he slid a few more yards to right near his pod. Gazing on it briefly, he turned over flat onto his back, and his eyes forcefully began to shut. Once they closed, he retained his large form; it took time for it to subside. His chest calmly rose and fell in his forced sleep, one arm tucked around his abdomen where a more pressing wound presented itself; a heavy burn, slashed clean open by a sharp fragment of stone. His wrist and forearm were beginning to dampen with blood. Though it wasn't life threatening, his unconscious form still cradled the wound with care. His other hand? Inside of his giant fist, he clasped his precious flask. |
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 30, 2016 13:39:22 GMT
Xylo hardly paid any mind to the attack he had just fired. He was much more focused on his missing nail. It hurt like hell, but it wasn't anything he couldn't fix. As he heard the energy attack make impact with Vegetan Soil, he lowered the hand he used to fire it, deciding to focus entirely on his wounded hand for the time being.
His body began to shake rapidly as energy coursed through his veins. It traveled up his arm, towards the now-missing fingernail. After a few painful moments of screaming, a brand new nail appeared on his finger. It was as if the attack had never even happened! Xylo smirked, turning to finally check if Basil had been beaten.
From what he could tell, this battle was over.
The Mazoku sighed, allowing his body to slowly shrink to regular size. He walked towards the unconscious Basil, chuckling at the Makyan's amazing resilience. "Demon of The Wastes, consider yourself a member of the Devil's Knights..."
It seemed that Kizuki's earlier claim was true. All of the sudden, Basil began to shrink as well! He became the size of a child, his grip still tight around a metallic flask in his hand.
"Well, you'll be easier to carry I guess... Still though, I'm not going to heave you all the way back to the Loft... Perhaps instead we'll use your vessel instead."
Xylo turned mid-sentence, noticing a large crater not far from their arena. From what he could tell, the impact was caused by an Attack Pod. The Namekian grabbed the slumbering Demon, hoisting him over his left shoulder as he strode towards the crater.
As expected, an Attack Pod was indeed inside.
Xylo hopped into the crater, sliding down the side of it until he stopped in front of the pod. It looked to be in excellent condition, which meant this demon probably stole it. Xylo popped open the hatch, tossing Basil's limp body inside quickly.
The Mazoku peered inside the pod, looking for a control panel. He found it quickly, and began inputting coordinates. After a set of commands were entered, a confirmatory beep signaled Xylo's success.
"Alright you little gremlin. I've linked your pod to the Cherry Valley Loft. Wherever it goes, your pod goes. You can deactivate it when you're conscious again." Xylo finished his sentence by slamming the pod's hatch shut. It began to hover over the ground, before slowly flying towards the Loft's current location.
With his mission accomplished, Xylo hopped back out of the crater. He turned to Kizuki, cupping his hands together as he shouted at his Saiyan companion.
"HEY KIZUKI! DO YOU NEED ME TO CARRY YOU BACK TO THE LOFT OR ARE YOU GOOD ON YOUR OWN?"
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[Thread Exit. PL please!]
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Post by Basil on Jan 30, 2016 17:04:57 GMT
[Heavy Weighted PL please!]
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Post by Kizuki on Jan 30, 2016 17:28:14 GMT
He watched the ending of the battle with eager eyes, and clearly, Xylo had all the advantage in the world. The blast of ki was so large, it caused winds to whip up and filled the surrounding area in a blinding light. Kizuki simply stood there, his hair being pushed back by the artificial winds, his body being swallowed by that light until it was all over. The Demon of the Wastes was reduced to a beaten pulp, no longer a threat to the duo. A bit of jealousy burned inside of him. Xylo continued to outshine him on the battlefield, and his own power proved to be dwarfed by all that surrounded him. That burning desire to get stronger filled him, and this battle was just the tip of the iceberg.
As Xylo finished fumbling with the Demon and called out to Kizuki, the Saiyajin would leap off the mountain, soaring through the sky only to land on his booted feet next to him. "I'll be able to make it to The Loft. My kind is quite resilient in battle, I'm sure you know that. My beating has only benefited me, not harmed me, so long as I stay alive." He'd offer a small smirk to his Namekian comrade, before turning away and looking in the direction of The Loft. Some healing was in order, and some training after that. Perhaps another session in Alaistair's Gravity Chamber would do the trick. "Let's go, Xylo."
With no more left to be said, the Saiyajin would flare up his energy and rocket off towards his destination, The Cherry Loft.
[ WC w/HW: 268 / TWC w/HW: 4,724 ]
[ THREAD EXIT ]
[ WILL TAKE PL WITH HEAVY WEIGHT BONUS. ]
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 2, 2016 6:31:32 GMT
Basil, your WC is a whopping 7981 (4392 w weights), and you earn 18,101 PL! Lord Xylo, your WC is 3333 (1581 w weights), earning you 6,823 PL! Kizuki, your WC is 4596 (all we weights!), earning you 10,111 PL! Adding. 
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