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Post by Beryl Roarke on Nov 29, 2015 5:52:17 GMT
There it was: pain. Beryl could sense it; every single punch made Abzerute react, made Abzerute acknowledge that he was getting pummeled. The actual, physical damage behind Beryl’s punches didn’t change at all, but the pain they caused sure as hell did. And despite how wildly he was swinging, the human wasn’t consumed by rage or anger. He was still relatively calm, even though Koldar’s and Abzerute’s banter worked to get under his nerves. Perhaps not Koldar; his intentions were constructive even though his words were sharp, cutting. Abzerute, on the other hand, was another story. He was clearly enjoying himself, and by that, he wanted to rile Beryl up, get him to snap and go off into a rage-filled frenzy. The Arcosian seemed to feed off of the dark-skinned human’s negative energy, whether it was fear, anger, hopelessness or anything related. As Abzerute chuckled and commented as a wall of furious punches assaulted him, Beryl leered daggers at him. Was it anger? It sure seemed like it. Arcosian society was built upon advancement, brutality and the forceful subjugation of any races that’d prove useful to the Arcosian Empire. That’s how it was in the old days, and Beryl had a feeling that some of those things still remained true to this day. He wasn’t a brute; he wasn’t a tyrant; he wasn’t power-hungry, but the more he thought about who he was helping, the more it frightened him that he’d turn into the exact thing he tried so hard to avoid. An invisible force sank into his gut, causing Beryl to gasp. The shock of the blow interrupted his flurry of punches, and in that brief moment of vulnerability, he noticed the Arcosian’s tail coiling like a spring. Beryl thought that a tail swipe was on its way, but he was quickly proven wrong as Abzerute used his tail to launch himself forward. He seemed to be taking Koldar’s advice after all. Right eye still closed, Beryl watched as the bronze Changeling sped towards him, hand outstretched. Ki energy swelled in Abzerute’s extended palm, and once Beryl realized what Abzerute was attempting, a look of horror appeared on his face. He could sense the amount of Ki building up; it wasn’t enough to blow his head clean off, but it was still enough to cause more-than-noticeable damage. There was a problem though: Beryl couldn’t block it. He wasn’t in the right position to do so, meaning that the only way he could avoid the point blank ki blast was either to find some way to smack away Abzerute’s hand or dodge it. The first option wasn’t very likely either; Beryl was still half-blind from the blood in his eye from the cut on his forehead, but how in the world was he going to evade a point-blank ki blast to the face? The blast came. At the last moment, Abzerute would notice Beryl disappearing out of thin air, only to almost instantaneously reappear to the Arcosian’s immediate right. Beryl cocked a fist back in order to launch a counter-attack, but he suddenly stopped mid-way, wincing. The muscles in his legs cramped; that sudden burst of speed took quite a bit out of him, especially since he had never attempted moving that quickly before. Abzerute’s fist sank into the left side of Beryl’s jaws, threatening to knock him clean off of his feet. Beryl held his ground, head cocked back from the force of the blow; a bruise began to settle at the impact point. Furrowing his brow, Beryl noticed the double kick heading straight for his chest. He side-stepped to the left before attempting to grab onto either of Abzerute’s legs. If Beryl was successful, he would immediately start slamming Abzerute repeatedly against the ground, using the Arcosian as if he was some kind of living mallet. It was an absolutely brutal move, one that carried the same “enhanced” pain behind Beryl’s previous punches. After smashing Abzerute into the ground a couple of times, Beryl would then attempt to toss the Arcosian to the opposite side of the gravity simulation room. Really, Beryl hoped that Abzerute would crash into the far wall, but he would take anything he could get at this point. Regardless of whatever happened, Beryl would stumble back into a defensive stance, arm rising to wipe at his right eye. The blood smeared across his face, further adding to his gory visage. His forehead and left fist still dripped blood at a slow, steady rate. “I’ll show them I can make this work,” Beryl thought. KP: [ 2 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl gets hit in the gut by the telekinetic blow. He uses Translocate to dodge the point blank Ki blast, but he still gets socked in the jaw by the left jab. He manages to dodge the double kick and attempts to grab Abzerute's leg, swing and smash him repeatedly on the ground before hurling him to the opposite side of the room. LEARNING TRANSLOCATESU. Technique Name: DemoralizeSU
Description: Being a straight physical fighter isn’t easy and comes with plenty of disadvantages. However, after learning how to perfect his unique fighting style, Beryl's physical strikes have become ... different. This passive ability causes all of Beryl's physical strikes and techniques to deal much more physical PAIN than they usually would. This doesn't affect the damage of his strikes at all however.
Technique Name: TranslocateSU
Description: High-speed movement is incredibly useful, and Beryl managed to create his own variation of the Rapid Movement technique. With a quick explosion of ki, he’s able to move from one place to another near instantaneously. Able to dodge attacks up to 100% of PL.
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 5, 2015 17:14:03 GMT
The bronze Arcosian blinked when the human appeared to disappear from right in front of him, but was glad to know that such a strain meant that his fist still connected with the human, even if he hadn't succeeded in blinding him. It was when the bastard grabbed hold of his leg that he started to get a little bit peeved. A whole lot of peeved actually. Abzerute gritted his teeth as Beryl began to slam him into the ground of the training chamber, over and over again. He could simply have shot at the dark skinned human in order to free himself, but he was waiting for the right moment to strike. This human wanted him angry? He was going to get angry. And then it came. The human attempted to throw Abzerute to the opposite side of the room, but instead the bronze Arcosian tried to wrap his tail around the human's waist after his leg was freed from the human's grasp, working the grip like a boa constrictor would its prey. He would use the brief momentum used in the humans throw to twist himself into the ground and try to hurl the human instead using his tail, the spines on his tail hopefully tearing through his flesh in the process even if he didn't manage to throw him properly. After this attempt, the bronze Arcosian would slowly get to his feet, his fingers charging up his Ki once more before unleashing another Death Wave towards the human. He took in slow shallow breaths as he stood there, awaiting the aftermath of his attacks to reveal themselves, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion he had put his body through. Perhaps I should have struck as soon as he grabbed hold of me. Abzerute thought to himself, briefly wondering what the old Captain had to say for that little display. No doubt some cutting remark about how he'd allowed himself to get caught so easily or something like that. The bronze Arcosian checked his energy levels briefly, scowling a little. It would take a while before he could fire off another Death Wave again, or use any of his techniques for that matter outside of basic ki blasts and combat skills. But, he still had one trick up his sleeve should the dark skinned human seek to continue this confrontation, presuming he was still alive after that last little conflict. Abzerute really did not wish to utilise it for this session, but if need be... he could always shock and briefly overpower his foe with one of his transformations. For now though, he had to wait and see what the result was... if the human had perished or was about to given the state of his possible injuries, then the session would naturally come to a halt. There was a witness after all. Would be in somewhat poor taste to finish Beryl off with someone else observing their training. The thought did briefly cross his mind that he could simply just end Koldar as well... but that was pushed aside. He required Koldar to live, if only for future access to his slowly growing military force. But he had to get stronger as well. Today would have been a perfect opportunity for it, if the old Arcosian had only just trained in Vegeta's gravity field... something that perhaps Beryl could rectify. "If you're still alive," he called over, "perhaps you should go a few rounds in here with Captain Koldar to improve on your techniques, once you've recovered. He's got less spikes on him for starters." Abzerute stated, his tail twisting on the deck plating of the chamber's floor. "Would certainly help to have him up to speed gravity wise as well." he suggested.
Used [N1] Death WaveKP: 0/3 Summary: Got caught by Beryl, smacked on the floor a few times, tried to wrap spiky tail around/into Beryl before then trying to throw him instead, followed up by a Death Wave, then banter. Beryl Roarke Koldar Frost |
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Post by Koldar Frost on Dec 12, 2015 3:14:11 GMT
(Sorry on the wait guys! With work, I've hit a damper in my ability to post adequately. However, here's a small post to hopefully spark some more.)
"That won't be necessary, Abzerute," Koldar replied to his fellow Arcosian, somber in tone, "For right now, it is clear that Beryl is trying to cram in new techniques and is more like he's flailing around like a newborn babe... It is more like he's in need of being pressured into figuring out when, where, and how to use these techniques he's developing."
Koldar looked over to the human and noted, in a venomous manner, "Beryl, since you are trying to develop these styles, it must have crossed your mind that your opponents, in this day and age, and with your level of strength, that you're going to be forced into the air at one point, or into a place where breath is nigh reachable... Have you considered these attempts to figure these techniques out in these situations?! You lack power on solid ground already! Try it that first technique again!"
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 13, 2015 8:29:42 GMT
From a viewer’s perspective, it honestly looked like Beryl was trying to pummel Abzerute straight through the gravity chamber’s padded floor. The entire room quaked as the onslaught continued, and once Beryl got enough momentum, he pivoted, twisted his body before attempting to hurl Abzerute towards the other side of the road. However, once he released, he noticed something off. The flash of a bone-white tail breached his peripheral vision. He knew what was going to happen, but it was too late for him to do anything to stop it. One moment, Abzerute’s tail was around Beryl’s waist. The next, Beryl was flying through the air, thin drops of blood flinging from his body in a crimson spray. His body collided with the ground with a dull thud; dark-brown eyes were wide open in pain, agony, anger. Beryl didn’t care about the blood or the burning-hot pain radiating from the cuts and punctures along his torso. No, his attention was on Abzerute. He noticed the Arcosian’s fatigue; when Arcosians got tired, they tried to end things quickly, and the tell-tale sign of ki forming around the bronze-plated Changeling’s fingers affirmed Beryl’s suspicions. Even as the Death Wave charged, Beryl was still downed. However, as soon as it was launched, he immediately sprang towards his feet, cocked a fist back and – then there was the sharp sound of an explosion. A burst of power reverberated through the area, a power that Abzerute’s and Koldar’s scouters would be able to detect. Beryl’s power shot up into the eighty thousands, right as the Death Wave made contact. The increase happened for a split second; as soon as it spiked, it shot back down once more to its original level. Black smoke flooded the gravity chamber; it was thickest where Beryl was standing, and it masked his figure completely. The smoke eventually cleared, and standing still at his full five foot seven inch height was Beryl. Scuff marks decorated his face; sparse amounts of blood seeped through his clothing, but his resolve and will to fight remained in pristine condition. There was a certain fire in his eyes, one uncharacteristic of his mellow, somewhat skittish demeanor. “Abzerute,” Beryl started, the eye contact intensifying. “You aren’t going to kill me … not that easily. I’m going easy on you, remember?” At this point, Beryl didn’t care if Abzerute got angry or not. After all, the two Arcosians seemed to seriously doubt his fighting ability, something that Beryl didn’t appreciate. Despite his injuries, Beryl was fine to continue. However, Abzerute offered Koldar the opportunity to train in intense gravity. The proposal was quickly declined, and like usual, Koldar went back to criticizing Beryl. All the while, Beryl stared at Koldar – there was no bit of hatred or discontent in his expression – instead, Beryl showed that he was indeed listening. “I need to be pressured, huh?” He then gazed at Abzerute; a hand lifted to pull his black baseball cap down snugly over his head. “I think he’s referring to you, Abzerute. You’re the one who’s going to have to pressure me. Me suppressing my power like this isn’t pressure. You’re going to have to force me to use everything I got. The thing is –“ Beryl made a face. “I don’t know if that’s possible for you to do that right now.” Was that a challenge? While Arcosians were an incredibly durable race of people, their pride was very pliable. Anything that doubted an Arcosian’s power or ability was met with stark rejection. Beryl knew exactly what he was doing. He was intentionally pissing Abzerute off. KP: [ 3 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl gets caught up in Abzerute's tail and thrown. However, he breaks his Ki Suppression and raises his power to his maximum in order to defend against the Death Wave. Afterwards, Beryl talks some and basically calls Abzerute out. Ooooo. Abzerute Koldar Frost |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 13, 2015 21:10:25 GMT
The Arcosian blinked as his Scouter detected a rapid climb in Beryl's power level, reaching the eighty thousands as his Death Wave collided with him. As the smoke from the explosion cleared, he could see that the human was relatively unscathed from his attack... and was provoking him by glibly reminding him that the dark skinned human was actually holding back his power this entire time. He grit his teeth in a snarl before regarding Captain Koldar and his words regarding pressuring the human, as well as aerial combat. He turned his gaze back to the human for a moment, his crimson eyes flashing with power as he regarded the situation. "Very well then." he said, his heavy weighted armour disengaging from his body and colliding with the floor with a massive thud under the increased gravity field, his power level shooting up without the weights to hold him back. But he wasn't done yet, not even close. "You want to test our full power against one another? You wish for me to kill you that desperately human?" he asked, the air around him starting to crackle with a dark lightning, the fragments of the gravity chamber that had come off during their clash rising up around them as he began to release himself. "Although it will retard my gains from this training somewhat," the bronze Arcosian leered, "you'll get your pressure. You wanted to see my true form last time... I think you've done enough to earn its appearance this day!" he roared before an explosion of energy surrounded him as he truly began his transformation. The spikes on his head began to recede back into his skull, whilst the spiked armouring on his tail receded away into his flesh except for the tip of his tail. The backs of his shins began to grow outwards a new pair of spikes, even as the armour on his fists receded into flesh and spawning a new set of spikes there in their place. His bronzed armour began to twist and become as stark white as bone, whilst his bone white flesh began to take on his earlier form's bronze colouration. The armoured flaps on his hip began to elongate and grow spikes of their own towards their top, all the while his armour began to look more like it was a part of his flesh and skin now as opposed to looking like wearable armour beforehand. All the while his power continued to rise, past twenty thousand, past forty thousand, past sixty thousand, past eighty thousand, until it had almost reached one hundred and forty thousand on the machines readouts. The air crackled around him some more as the transformation finalised, and he stood there before Beryl Roarke and Captain Koldar in all of his full power and glory, easily outstripping both of their power levels combined, not that Koldar could even attempt to help the human in the physical sense, not within this gravity field. The bronze skinned Arcosian looked at his body slowly, taking in its sight. "I can't remember the last time I've ever had to utilise my full power..." said Abzerute in an eerily calm voice as he looked at the shattered reflection of himself in the tiling of the gravity chamber. "I'd almost forgotten what it looked like. Seems that little dip in the solar flare affected my True Forms appearance a little as well, despite my having been in my earlier state when it occured. Fascinating." he said before looking back at Beryl almost lazily, although there was now a darkness in his gaze that hadn't been there before his transformation. "Now then Mister Roarke." he said before suddenly bursting towards the human through the air, moving much faster than he had been before. He was aiming to slam his right fist straight into Beryl's face, whilst trying to bring his left knee up into the dark skinned human's gut, only to be followed up by him spinning around to slam his tail into the human's left side to try and knock him up into the air a little, where the Arcosian would then attempt to simply fire several ki blasts at the potentially helpless Beryl. "You wanted my full power. Let this day sear into your memory, to always be careful about what you wish for." remarked the bronze fleshed Arcosian, a dark grin never once leaving his face as he let himself finally go all out.
KP: 1/3 SUMMARY: Abzerute drops his Heavy Weights and goes True Form: PL = 138,470. Proceeds to then try to punch Beryls face, try to knee his gut and try to send him flying with a tail smash before taking literal shots at him. Welcome to hell :3 Beryl Roarke Koldar Frost |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 15, 2015 22:15:14 GMT
[ Skipping Koldar due to 48 HRS passing. Feel free to post whenever though, my man. ] Judging by his fanged snarl, Abzerute was mad, very mad. Beryl’s expression changed once he got a good look at the Arcosian’s canines; the fear was starting to settle in, and unfortunately for Beryl, it didn’t just stop there. First, the weights came off. “What?! His weights were that heavy?!” Abzerute’s power level jumped, enough to where he was Beryl’s equal. It didn’t stop there though. For a moment, Beryl glanced over at the disengaged suit of weighted armor. Underneath the increased gravity, the specialized suit nearly dented the chamber’s padded, reinforced flooring. Bio electricity cackled around the bronze Arcosian; tile fragments floated up into the air. “… You aren’t going to kill me,” Beryl returned. He was confident that he would be able to survive, that he would be able to ward off anything that Abzerute threw at him. However, he was not expecting for Abzerute to actually transform. With a deep roar, Abzerute began to unleash the full extent of his power. Dark lightning and malicious ki exploded from the Changeling’s form. The whole gravity chamber shook and quaked as the transformation took place, and Beryl watched in genuine horror as Abzerute’s body shifted and twisted. What Beryl was used to seeing was Abzerute in his Suppressed Form, where his power was neatly contained and hidden away behind a seemingly harmless visage. What he was witnessing now was Abzerute exposing his true self, both in appearance and in personality. The energy swelling within the gravity chamber began to dissipate; the transformation was complete. Beryl was deathly still, doe eyes wide and unblinking. He sensed Abzerute’s power; it smothered him like a thick, heavy haze. It tightened his chest, stifled his breath and muddled his thoughts. “Unbelievable.” Beryl took a moment to look Abzerute over. His True Form followed the usual scheme: rounded edges and greatly increased power. However, unlike most, Abzerute still had spikes protruding from his body, most notably from the back of his fists, his legs and that gnarly tail. Beryl grimaced; he was not looking to get stabbed, sliced, cut or impaled any time soon. While Abzerute talked, Beryl hurriedly reached towards his waist. He lifted his shirt up slightly, revealing a small, silver sphere-shaped device clipped to the brim of his sweatpants. The thing would look familiar to Abzerute; it was Beryl’s own version of training weights. “C’mon!” Dark-skinned fingers worked at the device’s interface, desperately trying to turn it off. Beryl hoped that without the heavy weights holding him down, he would stand a much better chance against Abzerute in his unrestrained True Form. However, something stopped Beryl. The ki researcher stopped and stared straight ahead at his rival (and nightmare). “No, I have to face him like this. He’s going to be just as strong as me eventually.” Slowly, Beryl brought up his fists and assumed his boxer’s stance once more. “I can’t be scared of him forever.” In that moment, the two locked eyes. While Beryl’s eyes spoke of a battle between determination and terror, Abzerute’s eyes were dull, yet incredibly intense at the same time. He feinted boredom, but Beryl knew that Abzerute wanted nothing more than to show him true torment, suffering and hopelessness. And in the blink of an eye, Abzerute was gone. “!?” Beryl sensed Abzerute rapidly approaching him, but it made no difference. By the time he registered that the Arcosian was charging him, Abzerute socked him right in the center of the face, sending Beryl stumbling backwards in a blurry daze. He could’ve sworn he heard his nose crunch underneath Abzerute’s spiked fist; was it broken? Beryl sure hoped not, but that was the least of his concerns right now. A certain someone’s knee promptly slammed into his gut. All of the air rushed out of Beryl’s body with an airy wheeze. Instinctively, Beryl’s arms wrapped around his stomach; it was both a means for protection and a way to cope with the tremendous pain. “How--!?” A thick, whip-like tail crashed into his side with enough force to send him airborne. Although he wanted to close his eyes from the pain, Beryl forced one open. Ki formed in the Arcosian’s hand(s); that was not a good sign. Koldar criticized him for being weak on both the ground and air, and Beryl had a mind to show that both statements weren’t the least bit true. Ki circulated through the human’s body. His form suddenly vanished from sight, right as the ki blasts were about to make contact. With a shink, Beryl reappeared directly behind Abzerute, left fist already cocked back for a punch aimed for the back of Abzerute’s now-smooth head. A trail of blood slithered out of Beryl’s bruised nose, and his lungs worked overtime to try and get the oxygen his body desperately needed. Regardless of whether or not his initial strike hit, Beryl would try and get Abzerute to stay in close range with him. It was a string of quick, but powerful jabs and straights, ones that Beryl hoped would goad Abzerute into a high-speed exchange of blows. Beryl’s best chance was in close-quarters, and he knew this. Still, even with Beryl’s will to fight, Abzerute’s words still haunted him. The Arcosian – no – the frost demon really did want to see him suffer; he wanted to see him scared; he wanted to see him cry; he wanted to see him beg for mercy. Was this hell? Perhaps it was. KP: [ 2 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl screams internally once Abzerute transforms and originally tries to take his Heavy Weights off. However, he keeps them on; he feels he needs to face Abzerute this way so that he won't be scurred of him anymore. Then, Beryl gets smacked around and stuff, but he manages to avoid getting roasted by ki blasts by using Translocate to reappear behind Abzerute. Then, he tries to clobber Abzerute with punches and what not. Beryl's not sure if this is truly hell or not, but he's scared like crazy. DemoralizeSU
Description: Being a straight physical fighter isn’t easy and comes with plenty of disadvantages. However, after learning how to perfect his unique fighting style, Beryl's physical strikes have become ... different. This passive ability causes all of Beryl's physical strikes and techniques to deal much more physical PAIN than they usually would. This doesn't affect the damage of his strikes at all however.
Technique Name: TranslocateSU
Description: High-speed movement is incredibly useful, and Beryl managed to create his own variation of the Rapid Movement technique. With a quick explosion of ki, he’s able to move from one place to another near instantaneously. Able to dodge attacks up to 100% of PL. Abzerute Koldar Frost |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 16, 2015 2:47:01 GMT
The bronze fleshed Arcosian sighed as Beryl vanished from his sight. "The same trick again." he said before turning around on the spot, his mind using the pain the man was inflicting on him to fuel his cold rage, his tail whipping forth as he turned to try and grab the man by his legs in an attempt to lift him into the air upside down, hopefully making him resemble a human punching bag. "It won't work twice." said Abzerute before he tried to grab the mans head and slam it into his own rising knee in an attempt to either cave in his skull or daze him, he wasn't sure which one he was aiming for at this point in time. He would then attempt to slam the dark-skinned human into the ground with his tail, not once, not twice, not even three times... but definitely more than five, probably nearing ten before then trying to suspend him in the air once more, like a fisherman holding up his catch of the day. "You wish to fight the Saiyans? To work to keep your homeworld safe from harm?" he asked him, trying to score a punch into the man's body with each question. "Power wise you're strong yes... but what are you lacking?" asked the bronze Arcosian as he tried to wedge another blow home. "What separates a king from his horse?" he asked of Beryl, trying to slam home a swift kick to the man's chest. "I don't mean physical differences. The thing that separates them, is instinct. The instinct for battle, for combat, for bloodshed... something that you," he said, trying to punctuate his words with even more punches, "are sorely lacking." Abzerute declared before trying to throw the human away into a nearby wall. "Your mind is set for flight, when it should be set for fight." he instructed as he fired off several Ki blasts towards Beryl's supposed location. "Do not think Mister Roarke. Thinking and plotting is what drove you into this personal hell of yours. So do not think. Just act, and react. Let your body do the thinking for you... or you will be sorely in need of several days in rejuvenation... if not an undertaker." espouted the bronze fleshed Arcosian, deciding to now float up into the centre of the room, his tail swishing from side to side as he hovered there.
KP: 2/3 SUMMARY: Abzerute takes the punches, tries to make Beryl the catch of the day and return the favour from earlier along with punches, some speech stuff whilst punching and kicking, before then trying to simply blast him out of existence and then just floats there in the middle of the room. Beryl Roarke Koldar Frost |
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Post by Koldar Frost on Dec 17, 2015 0:06:50 GMT
(As mentioned in the PM, I'm going to be stepping out of this thread.)
The two of them weren't restraining anymore, their respective powers skyrocketing clear into the tens of the thousands, and in Abzerute's case, the hundred thousands! Koldar was impressed greatly by the strength of these two combatants, who seem to seek knowledge! The Arcosian captain felt proudly honored to watch these not only take his advice and pressure each other, but do it at their best. Koldar wished to watch more, but their speeds seemed to have reached a point where he wouldn't be able to read them well, let alone keep track of altogether.
As he watched the blurred images clash and shoot at each other like a couple of mad pit dogs, he begun receiving a separate signal to his scouter frequency. It was a notice of individuals who were seeking to meeting the captain at the western hemisphere at coordinates 34*south, 79*west. The location, from what he could tell, was several dozen miles Northeast of Beryl's ship. He nodded and hit the intercom button as he spoke, "Gentlemen, it seems we may be having more people joining our ranks. As much as I would love to observe and assist you in your technical training, this is a matter I cannot let slip by. We'll meet again some time in the future, and when that time comes, I will most certainly be joining you as not an onlooker, but a fellow combatant of equal power! Do not fret on your training, for you are both becoming magnificent warriors! A salute you both. For the Empire!"
Koldar released the intercom and proceeded slam both fists together, leaving them there as he knelt and bowed to the two in the chamber. The captain made his way down from the observation deck and through the short halls to the outside of the ship. He blasted off into the sky, as he thought of the plans all coming together were inching closer to the AE's recovery.
(Alright, I'm out! Enjoy the spar, and I'll be taking Zeni!)
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 17, 2015 16:06:06 GMT
The punches were connecting, but they weren’t doing anything besides pissing off Abzerute even more. The more Beryl realized this, the more desperate he became. Soon, he started throwing punches as quick as possible, enough to where his arms looked nothing more than muddled blurs of color. Nothing was working though; none of Beryl’s blows were inflicting any meaningful damage. As he prepared to launch a right jab, Beryl felt something brush alongside his leg. A second later, and he was tumbling down towards the ground. The world suddenly turned upside-down as he was hoisted up into the air by his legs. “His tail!” Beryl immediately began to wiggle about in Abzerute’s grasp, desperately trying to break free. “I can’t move! HURGH.” A hard knee slammed right into the center of Beryl’s face. Beryl could’ve sworn that he literally felt his brain wobble around in his skull. His vision blacked out for a split second; tears began to form in the human’s dark-brown eyes. He didn’t even have time to recover from nearly having his face caved in. Before Beryl knew it, he was being pummeled against the floor. Each slam battered him more and more; he could feel the bruises brewing underneath his skin. Ten vicious slams passed before Abzerute finally stopped. More blood started to pour from Beryl’s busted-up nose. “You wish to fight the Saiyans?” Abzerute asked. Beryl blinked. “Yes—“ A spiked fist drilled into his stomach, causing him to gasp out loud. “To work to keep your homeworld safe from harm?”“Ye—“ Beryl didn’t even get to finish that thought; once again, he was punched in the stomach. More statements and questions were tossed his way, and after every single one, Beryl was stricken with a harsh, crushing blow. It was as if Abzerute was trying to beat the willpower out of him, to fully snuff out his desire to fight. “I’m strong enough.”“I’m not trying to run!” “I'm NOT going to DIE here!”By the time Abzerute was done using him as a punching bag, Beryl looked in even worse shape than before. It was a surprise that he was even conscious, let alone still in one piece. He breathed heavily; light pricks and punctures decorated his torso and chest, all from the gnarly spikes jutting from Abzerute’s fists. Koldar’s speech didn’t fully register in Beryl’s head initially; at first, it sounded like a jumbled mess of words, all arranged randomly and without any particular order. However, he couldn’t think; it’s what got him into this horrific situation in the first place. Then, what was he to do? Let his body think for him? His body was in terrible shape, and once Beryl hit the opposite wall after Abzerute flung him, the poor, battered human slid down towards the floor, bloodied face tilted downward and body slouched forward. Words couldn’t describe the pain that he was feeling, but even then – even when logic told him to surrender, to give up – Beryl hung on. Willpower alone was the only thing keeping him conscious at one point, and as the barrage of ki blasts zoomed towards him, a sudden power gushed from inside him. BOOM. The entire gravity chamber shook as the ki blasts collapsed upon the downed Earthling. Tile and wall fragments crumbled above before falling down towards the ground. Smoke covered the impact point; the entire chamber was silent other than the low hum of the gravity machine. The smoke eventually cleared, revealing Beryl still seated up against the wall. However, he had his guard up, arms brought up against his body in a defense. Light scorch marks decorated his arms, a good sign that the ki blasts had connected with him. Shakily, the dark-skinned human stood up. His legs wobbled; tears beaded in his eyes and slid down the contours of his clean, shaven face, mingling with the blood and snot slithering out of his nostrils. Pain ebbed in every single part of Beryl’s body, but he did not back down. That sudden power from before began to grow at an exponential rate. The veins in Beryl’s body became more pronounced, and his lean muscles became larger and more defined. At this rate, he was about as muscular as any other dedicated fighter. The physical change was small, but the growth in power was unmistakable. In the span of a few seconds, Beryl’s power sextupled, putting him on even grounds with Abzerute even with the heavy weighted device on his body. Carefully, Beryl oriented his body to the left, enough to where Abzerute would be able to see the familiar, circular gadget that served as Beryl’s heavy weights. Beryl kept eye contact all the while. The weight wasn’t coming off. It was then that Beryl started walking towards Abzerute, head craned upward to maintain eye contact with the airborne Arcosian. His steps were calm, controlled; they betrayed the human’s bruised and cut-up physical condition. One more step – he was gone. He leaped into the air, flight taking over as he made a beeline towards Abzerute. He was much faster than before, even weighted down, and Beryl was intent on giving the Changeling a few bumps and bruises of his own. A vicious right jab shot towards the center of Abzerute’s jeweled chest. Whether or not the punch connected, the same hand suddenly opened, aiming to latch onto whatever it could. If the grab was successful, Beryl would hold Abzerute steady before wailing away at Abzerute’s face, chest and torso with furious left straights. And unlike before, these punches would actually cause damage. KP: [ 3 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl gets the mess beaten out of him. However, the stress and damage to his mind and body causes him to unlock the Ro'Shi Form! His PL jumps to 498,156, but heavy weighted, he's at 124,539. He decides not to take off his Heavy Weighted gadget and tries to start using Abzerute as a punching bag of his own. The gravity chamber's probably going to have to be renovated after this. Thanks, Abzerute. DemoralizeSU
Description: Being a straight physical fighter isn’t easy and comes with plenty of disadvantages. However, after learning how to perfect his unique fighting style, Beryl's physical strikes have become ... different. This passive ability causes all of Beryl's physical strikes and techniques to deal much more physical PAIN than they usually would. This doesn't affect the damage of his strikes at all however. Abzerute |
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Post by Abzerute on Dec 17, 2015 19:32:29 GMT
The bronze Arcosian blinked when his Scouter detected a rapid increase in the human's power level. Has he removed his weighting device now to try and even the score? he wondered to himself before seeing Beryl step forth, looking the same and yet different somehow... more defined. And still wearing the weighting device that he carried on his person.
His mind flash backed to one of their earlier conversations, about how humans could unlock potential power from within themselves. Abzerute began to laugh as the dark-skinned human approached him. "Oh that is just-" he began to say before finding his chest being slammed into by a human fist, forcing him to cough up blood before finding his face being grabbed by the same hand, whilst the other hand began to pound into his body, each one causing a tremendous amount of pain, and not inconsequential damage. "Enough!" he coughed up, splaying one hand and utilising his Telekinesis to try and hold the human in place.
"Consider..." he began before he coughed up some more blood. "Consider yourself now Mister Roarke... look upon yourself... feel your power through your senses..." he said, trying to coax the human's mind back into action. "Focus on that... what triggered this surge in power?" he asked, wanting the human to think of the question, to focus on what had just transpired in these last few moments. "Your body decided to survive... it desired victory..." suggested the bronze Arcosian. "Could you obtain such a surge in strength before today?" asked Abzerute of the human.
He remained silent as the thoughts hopefully coursed through the humans mind, hoping that the scientist within him would over-ride the instinct that had come over him, whilst parts of the gravity chamber fell off from the walls with sharp cracks. The bronze Arcosian's eyes looked around the room as best he could from his current position. "I think it best Mister Roarke, that in the future for these sessions... we refrain from utilising our full powers against one another, agreed? Else this will become quite costly in repair bills." Abzerute suggested, hoping that his words had managed to calm down the human.
KP: 1/3
SUMMARY: Abzerute gets smacked around, tries to use Telekinesis to try and stop the smacking before trying to talk Beryl down, before remarking about the gravity chamber.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 18, 2015 6:07:24 GMT
At this point, Beryl’s body was on auto pilot. No thought went into his actions; he just did what came naturally to him, and the only thing he was worrying about now was beating Abzerute into a pulp. He didn’t know why the Arcosian smiled as he advanced, why a laugh escaped him despite an angry, beefed-up human zooming towards him. The punch to the chest made Abzerute spit up blood; it splattered on Beryl’s already bloody shirt, but that didn’t stop the human from wailing away at the Changeling. He managed to get several punches in before a telekinetic force, coupled with an enraged yell, suddenly gripped his body. The human became still; his left fist was still extended forward, Arcosian blood coating his unrealistically hard knuckles. Dark-brown eyes stared ahead, pupils fixated onto the fully transformed Abzerute. It was then that Abzerute started to speak. It was unexpected what Beryl heard. Originally, he thought that the Arcosian was getting ready to fight, to finish what he had started. Instead, Abzerute was trying to calm Beryl down, enough to make him realize the subtle transformation that had taken place. Beryl glanced down at his broken, battered body. He noticed the bulging veins, the more defined muscles, the multitude of injuries, but other than that, he didn’t necessarily look too different than usual. His mentality, however, was a different story. Fear, terror, agony -- these things were all present, but they weren’t holding him back. If anything, they further fueled his desire and will to fight. Because he was scared, terrified and in agony, he was that much more determined to survive. “I asked you to pressure me, and you definitely did it.” Beryl’s voice was calm and even-toned; he looked around the gravity chamber once Abzerute made mention of it. Repairs would definitely be needed; that was for sure, but Beryl merely shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly despite the damaged state of his precious gravity simulation room. “It’s fine. I’ve already ordered a new ship anyways – one bigger and better than this one. It’s also coming with the best type of gravity machine out there – one that simulate up to one hundred and fifty times normal gravity.” A hand rose towards his mouth to wipe away a small trail of blood. Slowly, Beryl hovered back down towards the ground that is if the telekinetic force didn’t holding him back. His sneakers collided with the damaged tile flooring with a soft clack. “Are we stopping?” Beryl inquired as he paced towards the gravity machine. If the answer was yes, then he would go through the process of turning the gravity machine off, thus returning the gravity in the room to normal levels. “The gravity simulation chamber in the newer ship should be better equipped for dealing with training at this level,” the dark-skinned human said as he looked up at Abzerute with a blood-stained, tear-caked face. “But it’s probably better if we don’t go one hundred percent against each other, at least not in the gravity simulation room.” A tired sigh escaped his lips, and Beryl rested a hand against the gravity simulation device’s interface for support. He shook his head. “That really hurt, you know. You hit really hard. I guess that fancy transformation wasn’t just for show.” A hand massaged his bruised cheeks and his aching stomach. “I’m going to prove you wrong.” The statement was said firmly. “What you said earlier – I’m going to prove it wrong.”KP: [ 3 | 3 ] SUMMARY: Beryl gets stopped by the Telekinesis and manages to calm down. He then starts talking with Abzerute; also, he's in a lot of pain right now because of a certain Arcosian. -side eye- Abzerute |
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Dec 18, 2015 17:17:17 GMT
Abzerute -- 17,727 + 7618 PL = 25345 PL You are now able to use Monster Form! Koldar -- 4,071 + 2485 Z = 6556 Z Since I can't grade my own stuff, I'll just request my PL separately. |
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Bing Gan
Administrator
PL: 374,871
Enlightenment (x16P), S. Ascension (x23)
Zeni: 13,528
Tag: @bingg
OOC Name: Bing/Biggums/TruetoCaesar
Posts: 3,722 
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Post by Bing Gan on Jan 3, 2016 5:09:03 GMT
Beryl, your Word Count is 6658 and your PL Gains are: 10,986! 13,915! (Sorry, did a slight miscalculation the first time)
Current PL Total: 96,268 > New PL Total: 110,183!
Ro'Shi (x6) Unlocked!
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