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Post by Rock on Jan 16, 2016 10:44:35 GMT
[PL: 2,215 - 554 (with Heavy Weights)]
In the great expanse of the Northern Scar (of what could be the closest thing to 'morning' Namek had) near a sheer side of a cliff that led deep down into the earth, the Shanite Namekian did his kata's. There was something about being near the heat, hearing the pockets of steam spewing from gas pockets along the ridge, feeling the occasional rumble from deep in the scar that seemed to remind him of the planet Shan. He never though he would miss the desolate wasteland of his birth... perhaps it was the people he missed. Not Stone, the bastard. Shard... he never really knew what to make of Shard. He was always composed, eerily so, like he was wearing a mask made of fine marble. No if he missed the planet named after his father, the man he'd never met, it would have to be because of Mato and Buldr. His eldest brother and his closest, if not only, friend. One was a tall man of great build, his girth and brutish features juxtaposed by the gentleness of his heart. The other, a saiyan, shorter than he was, and louder. Much louder. Ugh. Sometimes Mato made him want to tape his mouth shut just for a time of reprieve, but he was a good person. Or as good as they could be, considering the jobs Shard put them on. The last one of which had made Rock question his role in his brother's band. This was the reason he was on Namek. To know himself, he figured he'd start with getting to know 'his people'. Though Stone wouldn't claim the Namekian people as 'their people'. Stone had a lot of pride for simply being a Shanite. Rock didn't think the Namekian really considered himself anything else. But Rock, he was curious. He wanted to know... So here he was. He didn't expect a planet so lush and full of life. To the Shanite, the absence of the smell of sulfur and Chalcocite was strange. So it was good to be doing his kata's here, where he could smell faint hints of sulfur wafting up from the scar.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 16, 2016 11:17:36 GMT
[Thread PL: 82,996 | Heavy Weights Equipped! Current PL: 20,749!]
The Mazoku Namekian flew through the skies of the Northern Scar. He smirked as he sped past a spurt of magma. This was the home he remembered; not the lush blue fields, or the crisp green waters. No, he remembered the sweltering heat, and the blackness of the Northern Scar. He and his fellow Mazoku would spar near one of the deepest trenches of the Outer Plait. The loser was supposed to be flung into the magma below for their failures, but no Mazoku ever did poorly enough to be given such a punishment.
As he ventured further into his homeland, he picked up someone's life energy. While it wasn't abnormal to sense Ki on Namek, it was painfully odd to sense someone simply traversing the crags of the Northern Scar all by their lonesome; especially someone as weak as Xylo was sensing. Something about the energy felt restrained, however. Perhaps they were using weighted gear? If that were the case, the gear must have been extraordinarily heavy to weaken the wearer so immensely.
With his search for his own clansmen going nowhere, it seemed his only lead was this single source of Ki. Whoever it was, they must be the key to finding the surviving Mazoku Caste. He doubled his flight speed as he made his way towards the source of the Ki.
Within moments, he arrived above the warrior he was looking for. It was a Namekian, and were doing their morning warm-ups; a peculiar thing to be doing out here. Something Xylo noticed immediately was the Namekian's odd skin pigmentation. Mud-Brown was most likely the least common color a Namekian could sport for their skin; if Rock wasn't of the Mazoku, he certainly wasn't from Namek.
The Mazoku Warrior descended slowly, announcing his presence to the Namekian as he got within his assumed brother's peripheral vision.
"Greetings, Mazoku Brother!
Xylo balled his right hand up into a fist, beating the hand on his chest a few times. It was a common greetings for Mazoku Warriors; if Rock were of the Mazoku, he'd offer the same greeting in response.
As the fin-headed Namekian got a closer look at the new face, he noticed something odd. Though he was clearly of mutated origin, much like his other Mazoku brethren, he also sported a visor. Xylo's best guess as to its use was detecting Power Levels; was this Namekian a part of the Red Eclipse?
His brow-ridge raised in curiosity. Xylo spoke in an inquisitive tone as he posed a question to the muddy warrior. "Perhaps I assumed incorrectly... Are you by any chance in league with the Red Eclipse? Your visor is eerily similar to the ones they employ on their messengers." The Mazoku folded his arms as he waited for a response.
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Post by Rock on Jan 16, 2016 11:37:00 GMT
[PL: 2,215 - 554 (with Heavy Weights)]
The Shanite was sweating from his efforts, the weights he had started wearing pushed him immensely. He had been warned about getting ones so heavy so early in his training, but he had paid the warning no heed. His brothers would push him harder than the weights did, so if his brothers would give him no quarter, why should he be easy on himself? Perhaps this was a pride thing.
The scouter beeped as it sensed - THE FATES that power level! "Is it ... on the fritz?" It HAD to be, what was so unGODLY strong that was coming at him. No, not coming at him, it was already here! But where was... it was abo--- 'Greetings, Mazoku Brother!'
The Shanite looked up in surprise and unbidden fear on his face as he looked up to the descending Namekian. Rock felt a cold shiver start at the base of his spine, and it crawled, like thousands of tiny spiders up his back. The coldness seemed to dry up his sweat on his back, but his brow still sweat. His muddy complexion turning more pale, revealing more of the gray-green that was actually in the color, unlike the brown it looked like from far away. The foreign Namekian stared at the strong one, his lavender eyes shifting away.
Rock continued to stare in shocked awe for a few more moments before seeming to snap some semblance of sense. "No." He said in a strong tone, much braver than how he felt at that moment, staring at the -- The scouter beeped again, reading the same power level -- colossal power level that was in front of him. "I am Rock, Son of Shan, from the planet sharing his name." Again, he tried to sound more solid, tried to hold back the trembling shiver in his voice.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 16, 2016 12:17:43 GMT
Xylo smirked as he watched his brother's face go 'pale' for a brief moment. It seemed he had never sensed something so powerful before; either that, or he was a Peace-loving Namek who knew more about the horror-stories of the Mazoku than he needed to. The muddy Namekian was quick to dispel Xylo's assumptions, however. He revealed he was not of this planet, introducing himself as Rock. It was clear that the warrior was wary of Xylo's strength; he choose his words carefully, trying his best to sound tough despite his true feelings. Xylo chuckled at his new friend's excellent attempt at staying calm.
"I see. So, that means this must be your first visit to our lush blue planet, is it not?" He waved his hand dramatically behind him, showcasing the blackened wasteland that was The Northern Scar. "This is my favorite part of Namek, personally. Those peace-lovers who live past this desolate expanse can't see the true beauty of the Northern Scar!" He turned, his tattered cape flapping dramatically in the wind. The Namekian smiled as he watched a miniature volcano in the distance erupt. "It's what the entire planet should look like, don't you agree?"
He turned back to Rock, a stern look on his face as he spoke again. "Now, I don't want any crap from you. If you don't think the planet should become this way, just say so; if you lie, I'll kick your ass."
Regardless of Rock's answer, the fin-headed Namekian would introduce himself. "Well, seeing as you so graciously introduced yourself, allow me to do the same... I am Xylo; Son of Tuner, and leader of one of the Mazoku Caste. I returned to Namek recently, as it was destroyed and subsequently revived not too long ago."
He eyed the Namekian curiously once more. "If you don't mind my asking, what made you want to visit Namek? Is it just to see where your predecessors were originally born, or for something darker?"
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Post by Rock on Jan 16, 2016 12:45:10 GMT
A gust of wind blew through the scar, forcing the white sash to flutter about, probably not as magnificently as a cape. The mark for 'Mountain' emblazoned on the front. As Lord Xylo spoke about Namek, gesturing to the scar, Rock looked about the landscape that was similar to the lands of Shan. His gaze going to the same volcano in the distance, his gaze flitted carefully over the expanse of the wasteland before returning it towards Xylo. "Xylo... My brother taught me never to speak with respect that is not returned... However, I doubt he'd ever met someone surpassing even him in strength..." He says with a carefulness that was meant to try to bolster his own courage. "I don't agree though... Shan was like this, all over. It got boring after a while... I think... to have this place here as this... it makes it isolated... Special... Unique. Something unique is precious, wouldn't you agree?"
He was careful in his words, careful to wear a mask of courage he didn't truly feel. Careful to not show weakness, his face was impassive now, calm though he didn't feel it. "Revived?" Shifting his gaze away, muttering, "The kid... he said that..." He thought the kid was joking or something. Why was he here? The way the last words were said made Rock frown and he turned his gaze back to Xylo, "Pardon... my purpose... is not your business." Why didn't he just tell him? He stared at Xylo in defiance, a sort of defiance usually reserved for his brother, Shard. It was this defiance that led him to seek Namek, the home of his father. The home of their people. He wanted to learn, but what was his real purpose here? Maybe even Rock didn't know. His journey here was made in haste, his decisions not thought through. When he had learned the coordinates to get to Namek he had no thoughts but to go.
So why wouldn't he just say as much? It would make him look transient, unsure, easily manipulated. A Target... If anything he didn't want to be a target.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 17, 2016 13:09:31 GMT
Xylo nodded respectfully. Rock's answer was an interesting one for sure. "Heh... I suppose you're right, Rock. This place houses many fond memories for me; I doubt they would be as special were the entire planet the same way." He thought back to his very first duel. It was a battle with a rival Namekian who wanted to prove himself to Lord Tuner. Of course, Xylo won outright, but the boy certainly left some painful bruises for Xylo to heal.
The Mazoku's brow raised once again. Rock wasn't aware of the planet's recent destruction, apparently. Xylo explained to his brother what had gone down. "Well, a few months ago an Android by the name of Realigner Red had come to Namek. He demanded our treasures, and when we wouldn't give them up, he blew the place sky-high." Xylo continued, but there was a tinge of sadness in his voice. "Sadly, I was off-planet at the time of the Android's arrival... If only I were here! Maybe then I could have shown that tin can what a real warrior looks like!" Though Xylo would have loved to take a crack at the android, he knew he would have been no match at the time. Even now, he doubted he could actually stand up to the machine.
The next words to come from Rock honestly surprised Xylo. The Namekian was keeping his information for himself, which caused Xylo to chuckle. "Hah! Good. Your business is your own; don't reveal it unless you want to, right?"
He folded his arms as he continued. "Perhaps you're stronger than you're letting on..."
Xylo's gaze met Rock's. The two stared each other down for a moment, before Xylo spoke once more. "...Perhaps you can help me conquer this planet." His tone was cold; filled with fury and pride.
A declaration as bold as total world domination was probably not the easiest pill to swallow. If his words revealed anything, it was that Xylo was a very "to-the-point" individual when he wanted to be. Rock's decision on whether or not to assist this new warrior would probably majorly effect how many wounds he'd need to mend over the next few days.
--- (Apologies for the meh post)
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Post by Rock on Jan 20, 2016 0:32:43 GMT
The Shanite listened to the explanation, that the planet really was destroyed, but that only seemed to make him more confused. He looked around to the charred earth of the Northern Scar. Realigner Red. An android. A machine? A machine powerful enough to destroy a planet, but somehow leave no trace of said destruction? Rock didn't understand how such a thing could be possible. His gaze returned to the Mazoku leader, that was another thing, he was told there was only two castes, yet this Namek claimed to be the leader of a third. 'Perhaps your stronger than your letting on...' Rock tensed at that, keeping his gaze level with the taller Namekian's, staring him down. The next was said callously that it surprised Rock, his features faltered. Revealing the shock on his face. So bold, was this Xylo, to seek world domination. Rock stood there for a few moments, mulling over his thoughts. Perhaps was... not the best of times to have come to Namek. It was plain in Rock's tension that he disagreed with the Mazoku leader, but did he really want to help? Rock thought of Milac, the little kid. He had thought maybe through helping him, the sins of his life as a mercenary could be washed away. The blood that was on his hands, at behest of his brother, could finally be cleansed. But as he stood there in front of Lord Xylo , the only future he could see was one where his hands were stained... "...."
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 20, 2016 14:36:35 GMT
It seemed Xylo's words had finally broken Rock's facade. His expression and lack of response revealed that the Muddy Namekian had gotten a small case of something similar to stage fright. A wind blew harshly during the silence, making Xylo's cape flutter in the wind. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Come on now, you can tell me if you're afraid; I won't judge you for it."The Mazoku folded his arms, his indigo Ki aura slowly swirling around him as his glare intensified. If Rock was neither Mazoku or Red Eclipse, then his offworld clan must have been one related to the Warrior Caste. Xylo scoffed as he spoke, a hint of anger clearly noticeable in his voice. "I guess I was wrong about you in the first place... If you're not going to join me, I might as well kill you... But there would be no fun in it if I didn't give you a fighting chance, right?"With a fearsome shout, Xylo's Ki Aura increased in intensity! His power wasn't anywhere close to its maximum, but it would be more than enough to deal with this weakling known as Rock. The Mazoku Warrior grinned, pointing a challenging finger at Rock as he spoke once more. "Come at me with everything you've got, or I'll kill you right now! Don't be afraid of showing off a little!"
[KP: 3/3] Xylo doesn't like such a cowardly response, It's showdown time!
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Post by Rock on Jan 21, 2016 3:35:07 GMT
'Cat got your tongue?'
A cold chill went down his spine then as the Mazoku leader challenged him. No. This wouldn't be a challenge... This was suicide. The scouter went haywire when Xylo increased his aura's intensity, no longer giving him a reliable reading. The sweat rolled down his back under his tac suit, he closed his eyes for a moment. Mentally preparing himself for what could be his fate. Whether or not he died here, or was made to serve Lord Xylo ... Rock lamented on his life and lost potential. His eyes opened though, and he stared Xylo down with what was certainly fear in his eyes, but also determination. "Very well... Be it that death greets me this day..."
Reaching up he slid the decorated jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground, it dropped to the ground with a resounding thud. The vest came next, he deposited the weighted vest onto the ground. It made quite a bigger impact than the jacket as it hit the ground. "Or my life continues in servitude of another..."Next came the arm bands and the belt, both also weighted, from the belt he took the Ki Torch, holding it backhanded. The belt he dropped, with the sash and jacket gone, he had shrugged off the signs of his clan. "I will not take a beating lying down..."The tac suit he still wore, sleeveless under the jacket and vest it was, though the taut fabric glistened in the sun. It wasn't quite made of leather, something more maleable, more flexible, more durable. "I am not the strongest or smartest of my clan, but I will make one thing clear...." The ki torch sparked to life, and he bared his fangs at Xylo, even though his fear was great, he did not back down. "I am no coward!" He hissed and jumped at Xylo, starting with a kick, his leg glowing as he swiped. Even if the kick missed, two waves of ki would slice, following the path of the kick, but also taking a huge curve. Like a crescent. The second wave seemed to lag behind the first wave by about a second.
(Ok this my first time doing fighting here, so I am sorry if I'm a bit unsure at first. >< Rock discards his weights and uses Crescent Kick! [KP: 2/3]
[N1] Crescent Kick (Yuè-xíng tī) - A mild hitting Kiai blast that fires off with each kick, even if the kick misses. The kiai will always veer in a crescent shape away from its source, once it reaches away from its source about five feet it becomes easier to dodge, if one were to predict the movement of Rock's kicks (as the direction is dictated by were his foot is pointing). Meaning it can be easily dodged if an opponent dips into the inside of the crescent.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 21, 2016 14:59:31 GMT
It seemed that being challenged to a battle sparked something within Rock. Despite all of his fear, he wasn't going to simply give up. Xylo smirked; this was exactly what he was looking for! Rock proved by simply accepting this challenge that he had a warrior's spirit. Acting so brave with the odds stacked against him was something to be admired. The Namekian began to remove some of his gear, increasing his power substantially. Xylo's brow raised in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Weighted armor, eh? Just as I thought... Still though, it seems he won't be too much of a challenge unless he's got more tricks up his sleeve."Suddenly, the Mud-Namekian shot into the sky, baring down on Xylo with determined fury! A large amount of Ki was surging from Rock's leg as he swung it forwards; even if Xylo had the advantage, he didn't need to be taking any hits like the one that was incoming. The Maokzu stood proudly as he awaited the kick's impact. As it slammed into him however, his body began to dissipate, until it finally fizzled into nothingness. If Rock had seen this technique before, he'd immediately recognize it as the After-Image technique! "Not bad, Rock."The voice of Xylo came from far behind Rock, his arms folded as he scowled. "I honestly didn't expect your weighted gear to be so heavy. Not many people can withstand such a strain on themselves." He smirked, tapping his cloaks shoulder-pad. It made a harsh noise, as if it were packed with heavy materials. "I suppose great minds think alike. Weighted Gear is an excellent way to improve your power quickly. Perhaps you'll be able to pose a threat sooner than I thought..."In a flash, Xylo sprinted forwards for his own attack! His clawed hand swiped forwards, aiming to cut through Rock's chest! Should he succeed, he'd follow it up with a kick to the newly opened wound on the Muddy Warrior's chest.
[KP: 2/3] Used [SU1] After-Image to dodge Rock's attack! Retaliated with a claw-swipe!
(You did alright Rock, just remember to list the damage your attack would be doing if it hit. For instance, your attack would have had 731 PL behind it.)
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Post by Rock on Jan 25, 2016 4:59:35 GMT
(Sorry if I did this wrong)
Rock's eyes widened when he realized that all he hit was a figment image of Xylo. A hologram? He was unfamiliar with the technique, both the technique and Xylo being behind him catching him off guard. He turned at the sound of sound of the Mazoku leader's voice, shifting his stance so that he was facing him. The look on his face was surprise, but shifted then to something touching on contempt, but also resolve. "The purpose of training is to push yourself. To be soft on yourself is foolhardy and only trains a warrior to expect the same of his opponent." He says, recanting the mantra of his brother Buldr. "A warrior mustn't underestimate himself, or his opponent."
When Xylo patted his own shoulder and Rock heard what could easily be armor, the Shanite's eyes widened. Was it possible he was even STRONGER than the scouter claimed? The horrifying implications dawned on him then, and he shifted his stance, digging his feet in. Readying himself didn't prepare him for the swiftness of his opponent, and the shock left him vulnerable. So fast! But honestly, he was roughly ten percent of this man's level. That he knew of! Rock only had time to register the slash of claw on his chest, Xylo's attack leaving three slashes. Wincing as he felt the sting of the wound. The sting becoming a pang as he was kicked square on the chest and sent flying! In short time the Shanite impacted a rock formation nearby, both the kick and the impact had knocked the wind out of him, leaving him dazed. The Shanite stumbled out of the impact crater, landing on his hands and knees a few steps away, purple blood splattering on the ground. Rock stared at Xylo as he struggled to catch his breath, hand holding the slash wound. He was a MONSTER! Judging from the heavy weights, the man could be MUCH stronger than the scouter reading had led him to believe. How could he even hope to fight an opponent so strong? Rock closed his eyes and caught his breath, realizing he had dropped the ki torch when he had impacted the mound of rock. After finding it he pushed himself to his feet without aid, turning towards his opponent. He cracked his neck, "You know... I had a kink right back there... Thanks for getting it out for me." The big talk contrasted how he was really feeling, but he wasn't about to show weakness. If he truly let the dread overtake him it would snuff that fighting spirit in him. So what if he's stronger than you? If you give up so easily you might as well dig yourself a grave, he'd likely kill you anyway.
No, he wasn't going to give up. He was no coward.The Shanite charged at Xylo again, flying at top speed. When he reached his opponent he swung a punch, and then tried for a roundhouse spin kick, the back of his heel being the part to impact. Though it was likely to miss as it was a feint, letting the momentum swing him for a slashing blow with the ki torch, which he held back handed. He'd continue with the flurry for a bit. Finishing the combo with another punch, only with this punch he put as much force in it as he could, blasting a Kiai out from his fist.
[KP:1/3] Rock attacked with a ferocious flurry! Shock Wave: 731PL [N1] Shock Wave – An invisible ki blast of a sudden wind attack that can be launched theoretically from any part of the body.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 28, 2016 11:02:58 GMT
It seemed the Muddy Namekian could take more punishment than Xylo orignially anticipated. Xylo watched as his foe smashed into a rock formation, causing it to crumble from the force of the impact. After a brief moment, Rock escaped his rocky prison, falling to his knees as he caught his breath. The Mazoku stared at his winded foe with curious interest; was he going to give in to his wounds, or did he still have some fire left in his resistant heart? The answer would come in short order; Rock took to a stand after a moment, thanking Xylo for helping with his back problems. Xylo let out a hearty laugh. "You take a hit like that and yet you've still got all that bravado! Well done, kid. Not many can keep a straight face and a cool disposition once a Mazoku gets their hands on them."There was a brief pause in the scuffle as the two stared one another down once more. Rock had a warrior's spirit, that was for sure. Not many would keep fighting after a blow like that, much less actually be able to stand. It was willpower and pride in himself that kept the Muddy Warrior chugging along. Suddenly, Rock charged forwards, ready to attack once more! The Mud Namekian tossed out a punch, followed by a roundhouse kick, both of which were simply avoided by the Mazoku. The kick was actually a feint it seemed, as Rock used his momentum to get a well-timed swing in with his Ki Blade. It sliced through Xylo's shirt, cutting into the Mazoku Warrior's chest. Xylo took a sharp breath as the pain surged through his system. He didn't have much time to deal with the pain, however, as Rock continued his combination of attacks with a flurry. Xylo kept up with the flurry by tossing out strikes of his own. Each punch and kick of Rock's was met with an exactly equal attack from Xylo. As Rock's final punch came in, Xylo crossed his arms in front of his face to block. The Muddy Warrior's fist impacted on Xylo's wrists; backed with the power of Rock's Kiai, it pushed Xylo back... About an inch. He grinned from behind his arms, chuckling as he spoke. "Looks like it's my turn again."In a flash, Xylo dipped low to the ground. He attempted to sweep kick Rock, which would knock the Muddy Warrior off of his feet. If he was successful in knocking Rock off-balance, he'd attempt to follow it up by grabbing Rock by one of his ankles. Should he get a good grip, he'd try to heave Rock into the sky! If Rock had become airborne, Xylo's hands would begin to glow as they filled with Ki Energy. After a brief moment of charging, he'd send out a trio of Ki Orbs towards Rock! They whizzed through the air, aiming to slam right into Rock and knock him out of the sky! Of course, if Rock were able to avoid Xylo's grab attempt, the Mazoku would instead take a defensive position, waiting for Rock's next move.
[KP: 1/3 OR 3/3, depending on Rock's reaction] [N1] Scatter Shot possibly used! 33% charged for a damage potential of: 6,847! Scatter Shot split into three orbs! Each orb has a damage potential of: 2,282!
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Post by Rock on Jan 28, 2016 12:58:39 GMT
Lord Xylo fell the for feint, taking the slice from his Ki Torch, enabling Rock to follow up with his flurry, last of which was the kiai. It barely pushed the Mazoku leader, and the older Namekian was grinning devilishly at the Shanite. 'Looks like it's my turn again.' Rock's eyes widen at Xylo as the Mazoku dipped low to the ground. The Shanite felt his feet get swept out from under him, the brief moment of vertigo was swiftly cut short when one of his ankles were grabbed and he was thrown into the sky. As he soared through the air, the vertigo returned, and he peered towards the ground where his opponent had shot ki blasts at him. Gritting his teeth, not in an advantageous position he tried to kiai them back, however his power output was much less than Xylo's and his kiai did nothing to deter the onslaught. He was shot out of the sky, the explosive impact of the ki blasts shoving him down to the ground quickly. Rock impacted the ground, bouncing with the force of impact, and rolling. Again, he dropped the Ki torch, the device landing a few feet away from him. He shook, shifting his arms under him. The Shanite tried to push himself up, with great effort on his part, but all he managed was that before falling forward onto his face. It seemed that this was finally too much for the Shanite as he did not move after that. Though he was still breathing, heavily. Each whooping, heaving breath kicked up dust.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Jan 30, 2016 13:20:55 GMT
Xylo grinned as he watched his attacks make perfect impact. Due to his superior strength and speed, Rock had no chance to avoid them! The Muddy Namekian fell out of the sky, bouncing along the ground like a bouncy ball, before finally sliding to a halt on the stone floor. The wind picked up as Rock seemed to stay down, a clear indication that he'd been defeated. During the fall, Rock had finally relinquished his grip on his strange Ki implement, inciting a curious thought from Xylo.
"His power isn't entirely impressive, but he's got a good head on his shoulders, and he certainly knows his way around a weapon... Perhaps I can give him some incentive to train harder if I take a souvenir for my victory."
The Mazoku Warrior slowly strode towards Rock, his cape billowing from the sudden wind that had picked up. He knelt down next to the Shanite's face, a surprised yet glad tone in his voice as he spoke to the barely conscious off-worlder.
"You did well, Rock. Your use of that Ki Weapon was quite masterful, but it seems your lacking something in your form.
Xylo's hand stretched across Rock, snatching up the Ki Torch that lay dormant across from the duo. He inspected it carefully, his eyes darting over it quickly to drink in as much information as possible. From what he could tell, this was no weapon; it was merely a tool, most likely used for mining purposes. Xylo mused on this revelation, before finally speaking again. "My guts tell me that this is no weapon. Am I correct? It's a makeshift implement you've adopted for combat... Very resourceful, my young foe."
The Fin-Headed Namekian took to a stand, Ki Torch held firmly in hand as he spoke once more. "I'll be keeping this for now. You can have it back when you've proven you can handle yourself without a weapon at your side."
With a dramatic swish of his cape, Xylo turned away from his beaten foe. There was nothing left to do here, so he was simply ready to shove off for another part of Namek. If he was lucky, perhaps this scuffle caught the eye of the Namek sect of the Mazoku Caste. His feet clacked along the ground as he moved towards the opposite end of the small plateau they had duled upon. If Rock did not interfere, Xylo would simply take off without another word.
--- [Possible Exit. If so, I'd like PL] [Feel free to keep this going if you'd like. I'm up for it if you are!]
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Post by Rock on Feb 3, 2016 13:04:36 GMT
The wind kicked up dust, and the Shanite brother coughed, but boy did the air feel cool to his skin. There was a ringing in his ear, high pitched and head splitting. Or perhaps that was just the pain, in cadence with the pounding in his head as his blood throbbed through him. Even like drums. His head shifted, and he set his eyes on Lord Xylo as the Mazoku leader took to knee next to his weary body. There could have been no small amount of surprise and amazement that he was even still alive, further compounded by the fact he wasn’t forced to swear fealty to the superior warrior. That he was even receiving a finite amount of respect from his opponent. But for now all he could register was his voice, the throbbing his head, and the searing pain of his body scorched. He opened his eyes, shifting his head to look at Xylo, registering the Ki Torch in the namekian’s hand. He’d worked art to get the device working to the point where he could use it as a weapon, overclocking it when he was younger. He wasn’t savvy in electronics, and it had taken several torches, and even more hours, to get that one to overclock without breaking down or combust. It was the first accomplishment he’d had made by himself. The first small act of rebellion against Shard, who refused him a weapon. Refused him the right because he wasn’t ‘a man’, because he had not ‘earned’ the right to be anything but a boy, sometimes even less than that, in the Shanite Leader’s eyes. He gritted his teeth as the symbolic metaphor for his coming of age was taken, it would have been less of a blow if his actual independence was taken since one could not lose what he never had. He tried to shift his arms under himself, to push himself up again. Rock’s arms ached and shook in defiance, he reached to grab the Mazoku’s cape as he shifted himself to his knees. On hand and knee he glared up at Xylo, his eyes held a fierceness not yet fully realized, though his gaze was glazed with weariness. “............” Breathes shakily heaving in and out as his lungs tried to suck up as much oxygen as possible. Truly it was all he had left to muster as he watched the Mazoku leader fly off, the cape easily slipping out of his grip as Xylo flew off, leaving Rock there. After a moment Rock let himself fall backwards, staring up at two of the three Namekian suns before finally drifting to unconsciousness.
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