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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 26, 2016 0:35:12 GMT
Martial arts tournaments were a big part of Earth’s culture. Ever since Earthlings learned how to control and manipulate ki, martial arts dojos started to pop up all over the place. Each dojo specialized in a certain art, and it wasn’t long before schools began to rake in thousands upon thousands of students, all eager to learn the ways of ki. It was these teachings which allowed Earthlings to compete with the naturally stronger, more resilient races that occupied the galaxy. Martial arts tournaments were both an amazing form of entertainment and a sure-fire way for fighters and warriors from all over to compete with the best Earth had to offer. And Beryl saw that as a perfect opportunity to scout for more Galactic Patrol recruits. It was high noon in Satan City, the metropolis dedicated to a supposed martial arts hero who served as “Earth’s Champion” during his lifetime. There was a large martial arts event happening at one of the city’s largest martial arts centers – one home to many major dojos as well as large sparring fields and an ornate, impressive martial arts arena, complete with several fighting rings and rows upon rows of stands. Smaller events occurred all over the martial arts center, from seminars to martial arts classes. However, in the arena was where the biggest event was going on: the Iron Fist Challenge. Here, several martial arts were pitted against one another, fighting against one another in order to gain points. Wins awarded more points than losses; fighters that won a match that they weren’t expected to win earned bonus points for their accomplishment. Once a fighter reached a certain point threshold, they were able to challenge the residing “Champion” to a match. If they won, then they’d win the event and take home a healthy sum of Zeni along with bragging rights. Beryl volunteered for the position of Champion and so far – no one had been able to topple him. The fights he had were entirely uneventful; none of the challengers exhibited anything particularly superhuman, and the most it took was a single, half-assed punch to drop them. Somewhat disappointed, Beryl waited patiently as he observed the current fights taking place on the projection screens scattered all around, taking note of anyone who caught his attention. His fighting ring was center stage – the one with the most seats available around it. However, for the most part, no one was in the stands since there wasn’t a fight happening. Currently, the fighters he was watching weren’t anything “special”, but he hoped that his opinion would change soon. Biskie Wouf
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Post by Biskie Wouf on Jan 28, 2016 20:43:40 GMT
The flier tumbled through the wind as the high flying superhero tossed it aside. Three hundred feet in the air, the well built dog man was ready to rumble! Word of the martial arts tournament had reached his ears from a friend of a friend, and he found the flier nailed to a lamp post on his way to work. It was time to see of the hype was real!
The half breed swooped down in his descent, his rapidly spinning tail propelling him until he touched down at high speeds, crouching down as he skid several meters towards the arena that was indicated on the sheet of paper he had carelessly tossed out a few minutes earlier... Was it this one, for sure? Biskie scratched the back of his head as he stood up, looking around.
This entire section of the city was crawling with martial arts centers, most offering... quite subpar services. He fixated his eyes on the arena ahead and gave it a bit of a unsure glance. This had better be the right one.
Brushing the dust off his uniform, the half-saiyan warrior set his sights firmly on the large wooden doors. No turning back now! He confidently strode in, and was surprised! ...By the lack of participants.
It was a rather underwhelming scene, just a few scraggly looking twenty something's grunting and throwing sloppy punches. Biskie cocked his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. What a strange tournament.
The dog shrugged, and just as he was about to head on in, he was apprehended by an eager looking 5 year old. "Captain Sonic!!!!!!!!!!" The child shouted out, running over to him and grabbing onto his leg. Biskie smiled, ruffling the child's hair. "Hey there! Are you a fellow crime fighter?" Asked Biskie encouragingly, to which the child replied that yes!! He was!! And that his dad was too, and his father was here to fight in the tournament. "Awesome! Maybe I'll battle it out with your dad, if we get matched up! He sounds like a worthy opponent!" The child looked up at Biskie with wide eyes, filled with tears of overwhelmed joy at meeting his idol. The superhero knelt down and said goodbye to the small fan, before continuing on his way into the fray. There were very few people in the stands, and it seemed like a relaxed environment.
Biskie scratched his head as he glanced from ring to ring. Every one of them had a fight already going on in them except for one in the center, in which a black haired, somewhat formidable looking man stood. The fighter smiled and shrugged, deciding that since nobody was around telling him where to go, he might as well just join the open fight.
Awkwardly, Biskie leapt up onto the stage, landing with both feet at once and making sheepish eye contact with the human standing across from him. "U-Uh, hey!" Biskie scratched the back of his head, laughing slightly. "Do you know how this tournament works? Cause I don't know what's going on.."
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Jan 29, 2016 23:43:25 GMT
Perhaps the participants weren’t exactly top caliber. Most of the capable fighters were being cared for in the infirmary due to them getting thrashed by Beryl during their Championship matches. A majority of the activity had died down for the time being, and most of the tournament’s visitors were busing themselves with either watching the sparse amount of matches going on, eating food or simple socializing. Eventually, Beryl rose from his seat. He clambered up onto the flat, spacious martial arts ring and walked around, taking a few moments to stretch his tense limbs. Then, a nearby power caught Beryl’s attention. His head snapped towards the source, eyebrows lifting skyward. It was the highest amount of power that he had sensed at the tournament today; it was leagues above all of the other combatants, and it was heading directly towards him. Beryl didn’t see Biskie until the dog-man leaped up onto the tall stage. Beryl blinked, startled by the stranger’s appearance. He was very tall – seven inches taller than Beryl to be exact. He wore a peculiar outfit: a sleeveless pale red, shirt, white gloves, a golden-buckled brownish-red belt with matching pants and boots, along with a medium-length white cape. In terms of physique, the half-Zoan was buff as all hell; essentially, he made Beryl look like a twig in comparison. Once Biskie spoke, Beryl listened intently, not even realizing that he hadn’t blinked ever since the guy jumped up onto the fighting stage. “I do actually. Usually, you sign up and then you get matched up with various fighters. Winning gets you points. Winning matches you aren’t expected to win gets you even more points,” Beryl began to explain. The Galactic Patrol leader had on his usual burnt-orange beanie, a black t-shirt with the Galactic Patrol logo on it with a long-sleeved green shirt worn underneath, black jeans, gray socks and green and white sneakers. “If you gain enough points, you’ll be able to challenge me: the Champion of the tournament. If you beat me, you’ll get the Champion title and the entire one million Zeni cash prize, not to mention the fame and publicity you’ll get.”There was a moment’s pause before Beryl spoke again. “You know – if you want, you can challenge me right here, right now from the start.” The offer caused a nearby official to sputter in disbelief. “But Mr. Roarke! What about tournament procedures?!” Beryl cast the man a nonchalant glance. “I’m not sure about you, but I’m pretty certain this guy here would smash the rest of the competition without too much effort. So, I think it’s best for his time and everyone else’s if he gets the opportunity to challenge me right here, right now.” The moustached official fumbled with his thoughts for a moment before hastily agreeing. The intercom blared above, announcing the arrival of a potential, new challenger for the title of Iron Fist Champion. The numerous holographic screens scattered throughout the martial arts complex flashed simultaneously – their images changing to different camera views of the center arena. All of them focused on Biskie, and as soon as people saw, many instantly recognized who the caped hybrid was. It sounded like a herd of elephants were trampling straight towards the center arena. In a matter of a few minutes, the stands all around began to fill up with people dying to see a heart-stopping, jaw-dropping brawl. Chants and clamor about “Captain Sonic” roared from the stands. Word about Biskie’s heroism spread fast, and people were quick to recognize the passionate crime-fighter in all of his speedy glory. Beryl blinked, not expecting such a resurgence of people. “… I didn’t realize you had so many fans,” he commented honestly, glancing over at the much taller half-Zoan. “Either way, if you wish to challenge me, then feel free to start us off,” Beryl said, still adopting a relaxed stance. He’d make a conscious effort to lower his power level if Biskie wanted to fight; the point wasn’t to just knock the guy the fuck out. Instead, Beryl wanted to see the superhero’s skills when faced with a stronger but still fightable opponent. Biskie Wouf
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Post by Biskie Wouf on Jan 30, 2016 21:33:53 GMT
Biskie chuckled as he asked his apparent opponent what exactly was going in the tournament, scratching his furry cheek absentmindedly. The man standing across from him seemed… Not really scared, of Biskie, more… Intruiged? Biskie tried to come off as a bit more friendly, there was no need for there to be tension with this guy he had just met! The red pupils of the dog darted up and down his fellow earthling, drinking up the somewhat out of the ordinary get up the human was wearing, out of the ordinary for a fighting tournament, at the very least. Casual clothes seemed to loosely fit on the man; an orange beanie, a black shirt, green sneakers. Biskie had to stifle a chuckle, just because he had imagined how ridiculous he himself would look if he were to wear a beanie. The man appeared to be warming up to him, and responded to his previous inquiries.
Biskie listened, nodding attentively as the somewhat gangly looking man explained the rather complex system of points and match ups. The man explained that he himself was the champion, and that Biskie would certainly get fame and fortune if he was capable of taking him out. The half saiyan didn't even blink at the revelation that the somewhat underwhelming looking man across from him was the champion; looks could be deceiving, and Biskie was well aware of that. Biskie's hand moved down to his chin, and he furrowed his brow in thought. He was about to say something to fill the pause, but the man spoke up again.
He offered to let Biskie challenge him right off the bat, a proposition which seemed to send the officiator of the tournament, who Biskie had not noticed up until this point, into a frenzy of shock. Biskie cocked his head to the side curiously. Did this champion see something in him? "I'm- Well I'm flattered!-" Biskie began, before the champion responded to the orchestrator, noting that it should be evident that Biskie wouldn't find any suitable competition in the rest of the fighters.
To Biskie's shock, the officiator actually agreed, and the intercom immediately switched on. The stands surged back to life as a challenger approached, and as soon as the hype for a new challenger had reached it's peak, the hype for the challenger being a local superhero began. The crowd began to scream 'Captain Sonic' a fact that caused Biskie to blush both because he felt a bit unworthy of their affection, and because his superheroing name was 'Captain Super Sonic.'
"R-Really, I feel bad cutting the rest of the line," Biskie sheepishly chuckled, looking over at the enraged tournament participants. But a twinge of battle craving changed his mind, and Biskie was unable to suppress a grin as he turned back to the champion. "W-Well… Maybe If I do well, they'll get my name right… I'm known as Captain Super Sonic, to the people, but you can call me-" Biskie glanced up, looking to see if there were any microphones around. "-Er, eheh… How about I tell you my secret identity after the fight?" He grinned, before laughing at the champion's comment on his fans. "Golly, you must be some pretty hot stuff yourself, to be the champion of this huge tournament…" Biskie's scratched the back of his neck before his opponent brought his attention back. Offering Biskie the first move, he eased into a flawlessly relaxed stance. Biskie knew more was at stake than his own win or loss. His ability to serve as a beacon of hope to the people relied on him being honorable and strong. But... Gosh did he want to challenge this champion badly!
"Y-Yeah, I'll give it a shot!" stuttered the superhero before taking on a more grounded stance, and then flinching, deciding against a battle on the ground. He then leapt into the air, his furry belt unravelling and beginning to spin at high speeds, like a helicopter blade. Hovering in the air, the fighter brought both fists near to his face, his right positioned at the chin, and the other in front of his left eye. His legs naturally coiled upwards, sort of like a poised cat falling through the air. "Alright!" The fighter yelled, now raring to go. "Let's play!"
With a sudden burst of speed, the air around Biskie would ripple as he shot towards his opponent, bringing a leg up into the air and swinging it outwards like a baseball bat, headed straight for the shoulder area of his still grounded opponent.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 2, 2016 20:56:58 GMT
Although he didn’t show it, Beryl was pleased that Biskie accepted the challenge. The crowd continued to grow in size, so much that nearly every seat in the packed arena was taken. People were squished together shoulder to shoulder, despite trying to squeeze into a good spot to see the upcoming fight. It was a shame that the crowd was chanting the wrong name, but all they knew was that Biskie was incredibly fast; he saved people, and he was a pretty cool guy. “I’m not really anybody,” Beryl insisted, shrugging his shoulders. “They needed a volunteer to serve as the champion of this tournament. So, I decided to take it up.” Of course, that wasn’t the whole story but since Biskie was withholding information, Beryl only saw it fair if he could do it as well. “Hopefully, you’ll tell me your actual name after this.”Biskie eventually shifted into a more battle-ready stance. Then, abruptly, the tall half-breed jumped straight up into the air. His tail started to spin rapidly, emulating a propeller. The crowd “ooo”-ed and “ahh” –ed at the superhero’s improvised version of flight. Even Beryl observed in interest. “I’ve never seen anyone fly like that before,” he thought, still settled in his lax stance. “With the power I’m sensing, I would’ve thought he at least knew how to fly just using his energy.” The half-Zoan’s exclamation made Beryl shift into his own fighting stance. He brought his fists up with his knees bent and feet spaced evenly apart. He then began suppressing his power until it was only a little bit higher than Biskie’s. Then, the dog-man charged. His speed was truly impressive; his form seemed to simmer as he darted towards Beryl. A muscled leg barreled towards Beryl’s left shoulder in a harsh kick, one that would no doubt send Beryl flying if it managed to connect cleanly. In that brief period of time, Beryl had a second thought. Initially, he was going to fight nearly at Biskie’s level, but he changed his mind. He wanted to see how the half-Saiyan reacted whenever he was faced with an opponent leagues above his own strength. Would he buckle and panic or would he push onward and continue fighting? Mere moments before Biskie’s kick connected, the dark-skinned human’s power-level spiked beyond two million. His left arm shot up to meet Biskie’s leg, his forearm blocking the Zoan’s kick. Blasts of air exploded from the contact point; gusts of wind swept over the crowd, blowing back hair, nearly toppling off hats and rippling their clothing. They watched in absolute awe as the battle took place; the constant cheering for Biskie was temporarily replaced by stunned silence. Beryl’s left hand clenched into a tight fist. The Galactic Patrol leader abruptly stepped forward before sending a left straight punch directly for the superhero’s chiseled stomach. The punch looked ordinary, but it was anything but that, and Biskie was about to discover that. However, Beryl wasn’t intending to hit Biskie. No, he was trying to purposefully miss but still be close enough to where Biskie would be able to feel the power behind the punch. Once the punch was thrown, shockwaves erupted from the strike’s concussive force. Small fissures appeared on the stone ring’s surface; even the air seemed to quake and shake. All the while, Beryl stared directly into Biskie’s crimson-colored eyes, dark-brown orbs shrouded with stoicism. If the punch had connected with Biskie, the hybrid probably would’ve been launched straight into the atmosphere. Luckily, it didn’t. Right after his missed Capsule Breaker, Beryl continued to assault Biskie with a series of rapid-fire punches. He too would take to the skies, using ki to keep him afloat instead of a brown, furry tail. The punches were aimed primarily at Biskie’s face, chest and stomach, and judging from the nature of the strikes, it appeared as though Beryl was trying to get Biskie to trade blows with him, to get into a high-speed exchange of physical strikes. However, Beryl was holding back, but only enough to where it'd be a definite challenge for Biskie to keep up. “Let’s see what you can do.”PL - 154,593, Spiritual Insight Active (x16P): 2,473,488 SUMMARY - Beryl decides against suppressing power entirely, just to see how Biskie reacts to fighting someone much, much stronger than him. Beryl blocks the kick and uses Capsule Breaker but purposefully tries to miss; it's more intimidation than anything. He then tries to get Biskie to trade blows with him; he lowers his PL to around 20,000 at that point. Capsule Breaker N1 Capsule Breaker, in the simplest terms, is a technique that dramatically increases the concussive power of Beryl's punches. He proposes that if his power is great enough, he can literally launch people into orbit with a single punch. Is that true? It’s probably best if no one finds out for sure. Deals 33% of PL in damage. Biskie Wouf
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Post by Biskie Wouf on Feb 4, 2016 17:12:32 GMT
Biskie couldn't help but let a slight grin pass over his face as his opponent quipped back that he was just some volunteer. He could tell he was hiding something, but it was fair, so was he. As the half saiyan delivered the powerful kick, he was taken off guard when his leg suddenly ran into what felt to be a brick wall. He could've sworn he felt his muscles crack from the reverberating impact of the block, and Biskie's hair was blasted back by a pressure release. A brief flicker of shock overtook the fighter's canine expression. Biskie, who had almost been sparing for fun up until this point, attempted to make eye contact with his opponent, as if he was trying to silently say something like 'what the fuck?' But he had been prepared. He knew his opponent wasn't just some lanky shmuck off the street. Quickly pulling back, the dog man recoiled with rapid speed, but just as he was paying attention to making sure his leg wasn't shattered, his opponent released a strike of his own. The air physically crackled, and then popped explosively. A blow of that force would've physically punctured his body like wax paper. The shockwave vibrated every bone in his body sending cracks spiraling out into the stone below. The hero looked down into the cold eyes of the fighter below, for some affirmation that he was mortal, not a stoic god of destruction. Biskie's own scarlet orbs dilated with fear. He didn't have time to comprehend, he just had to act! Quickly countering the blows that the god casually tossed his way, putting sizable force into each block, the half breed began to pant heavily. As the two ascended higher and higher, spiraling upwards, each time they clashed a new crack would echo throughout the arena. The pair of fighters, moving at such high speed, would appear to be darting through water, the air rippling around them as if time itself couldn't keep up. The crowd was absolutely awestruck. Scattered chants for Biskie started up once more, and the cheers grew to a roar as the hero in perl decided he needed to act fast if he didn't want to get accidentally punched to the next world. He had never retreated so fast in his life. The dog man immediately pulled back, physically kicking off the now outstretched shoulder of his opponent, and landing with his characteristic speed, sliding backwards across the ring from his own propulsion, the air flickering with speed. He was fast, but this man was a monster. An unstoppable monster. But… Biskie knew that he was good. He smelled like a good guy, which meant he wouldn't kill him. If he wasn't going to die… He might as well keep fighting! "Eheh-" Biskie chuckled nervously, his hands clammy with fear as he scratched the back of his head. "N-Nice one… But…" Biskie clenched his teeth, ducking down into a low stance. "Can you do it again?"
Although he didn't look it, the caped hero was now in a low stance, centering his gravity and catching his breath, preparing a deadly assault! No fighter could ever stand a chance against… The Stupendous Soaring Super Sonic Smash!
Charging! Stupendous Soaring Super Sonic Smash [UP2] Captain Supersonic fills his body with energy, flying towards a target at incredible speeds before delivering an energized assault. This attack deals 66% of Captain Super-Sonic's power level.
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Feb 5, 2016 0:39:31 GMT
Biskie’s fear was painfully obvious; it permeated off of him like some kind of tangible aura. Judging from the tall canine’s reaction, he was not expecting for Beryl to be so powerful. Honestly, Beryl couldn’t blame him. It wasn’t like he “looked” strong or that he had the demeanor of a confident, powerful fighter. Biskie, on the other hand, had an enormous amount of potential. Even though he was clearly outmatched, scared shitless and fatigued, Biskie still pushed forward, not buckling under physical or mental pressure. His steely resolve earned the crowd’s favor, evident by their frantic, passionate cheers. The crowd might’ve not been able to completely see what was going on, but they just knew that their beloved hero, Captain Super Sonic, was doing whatever he could to emerge victorious over seemingly impossible odds. Beryl threw a hard left straight punch. Instead of meeting Biskie’s chest, it connected with nothing but open air. Blinking in slight surprise, Beryl watched as the hybrid pulled away from the blow; a white boot found its way onto Beryl’s shoulder, and with an acrobatic leap, Biskie jumped off of the smaller fighter’s shoulder, using him as a launch pad. “Nice move,” Beryl thought as he turned around, watching as Biskie barreled back down towards the ground. The superhero landed on the stone arena with a screechy skid; wooshes of air swept through the air from the half-Saiyan’s tremendous speed; the dog-man’s agility betrayed his towering, bulky physique. “He didn’t call himself Captain Super Sonic for nothing.” Casually, Beryl descended back down towards the ground. His green and white sneakers connected with the ground with a soft thud; a hand reached up to adjust with his bright yellow beanie. Even during the heat of battle, Beryl had to make sure that he looked presentable. The crowd was still going wild; their cheers were all for Biskie – they managed to actually figure out Biskie’s true alias thanks to the local news team poised near the arena’s boundaries. “Here, we have the recent sensation: Captain Super Sonic, participating in the Iron Fist tournament hosted in Satan City,” a ginger-haired woman yammered in front of a recording camera man. “He’s known for his selfless acts of heroism occurring all over Earth, and he has served as a beacon of hope for the people in light of recent traumatic events. The person he’s fighting is -- … actually, we aren’t sure who he is.” Beryl side-eyed the reporter; well, at least his identity was still concealed. Biskie called out to Beryl to try out the punch he did before; the dog-man’s stance lowered, and his sharp, white teeth were clenched in a concentrated snarl. Beryl blinked; Biskie’s expression caught him off guard – it was actually a pretty scary look … to Beryl at least. Nonetheless, Beryl wordlessly obliged. His dominant, left hand clenched into a tight fist. His power spiked back to his maximum, and with shimmering speed, Beryl severed the distance between him and Biskie in a single second. The shorter, smaller Earthling sent a left straight punch for Biskie’s right cheek. Like before, the punch looked like any ordinary punch, but the power behind it was truly amazing; a strong shockwave exploded outward in all directions. Gusts of wind swept over the crowd once more, causing them to yell and holler in awe and surprise. However, this particular punch was different in one unique way: it had the ability to cut. Yes, Beryl was still giving Biskie enough leeway to miss, but if he still managed to hit, Biskie would earn a nice, clean cut right on his furry, right cheek. The damage was in no way dangerous or lethal, but it’d still hurt plenty nonetheless. Grass Cutter N1 Grass Cutter allows Beryl's physical strikes to deal piercing and cutting damage. It doesn’t matter if the strike is a punch, elbow, headbutt, kick, knee or anything in between; they all cut the same. This technique can allow Beryl to deliver frightening cuts and lacerations; if the blow is powerful enough, he can even lop off limbs or slice people in half with a single punch. This is a messy technique for sure, but it’s quite lethal as well. Deals 33% of PL in damage. Biskie Wouf
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Post by Biskie Wouf on Mar 27, 2016 19:11:47 GMT
Biskie's piercing stare was unbreakably locked on his opponent as his muscles twitched and his blood pumped through his veins. Unaware of the massive power building inside him, the half saiyan felt electric pin pricks send tingles through his body, starting at his core and eventually reaching his poised calves and energized fists. Adrenaline taking over, the dog man determinately bore his teeth at the biggest threat he had ever had to face. The cathartic roar of the crowd and the excited commentary of the announcer both passed through the fierce zoanthrope without any effect. Biskie almost shuddered. What was that look that the god had just given him..? It couldn't have been… A prick of… Fear? Biskie had no time to process the brief look of discomfort that his opponent let slip through, because a much more pressing matter seemed to be emerging. Biskie's crimson orbs dilated as he watched his opponent clench his left fist. Biskie held his breath, allowing his own striking force to fester and burst forth, right as the gap between the two fighters was closed in an instant. Biskie had no time to properly release his assault, he simply leapt forwards, head first towards his foe, outstretching his right arm in a mighty punch. The shockwave from his opponent's swift but concise punch collided with the much smaller shockwave of his own attack, resulting in the zonathrope's body being shaken to it's breaking point. Tumbling down and smashing onto his backside, the dog man rode his forward momentum out, and quickly rolled towards his feet. It appeared that the two fighters had merely grazed mid air, and Biskie's own momentum had carried him forwards, so that he was now facing the backside of his foe. The earthling half saiyan assessed his damage. He appeared completely unharmed… before he realized the stinging pain which had just set in. Looking down at his right arm, he noticed a long but shallow slice across the side of his bicep. Pupils dilating, Biskie looked over towards his foe. Was he capable of… Cutting.. With a punch!? Biskie collapsed back down onto all fours, masquerading his exhaustion as him taking on a battle stance. "You're… Pretty tough, huh?" Biskie panted out the words, clearing his throat and flicking his tail back and forth. "You…" Biskie narrowed his eyes. "I'm not supposed to beat you…" Biskie said, realizing just how massive the gap between their strength was. "Nobody… On this planet… can beat you…" The zoanthrope continued, still panting, but now allowing a small grin to pass his face. Suddenly, a glint of passion and excitement flashed through the dog-saiyan's eyes. If he couldn't outclass his opponent with strength… He would have to use speed! Without telegraphing his movements whatsoever, the beastly hero blasted straight forwards from his crouched position, his tail propelling him so fast that his body would become a rippling blur to even the most responsive cameras. Taking advantage of his low to the ground position, Biskie used all the speed he could muster as he nearly instantly appeared in front of his opponent, but instead of attacking head on, he took advantage of the dexterity his tail propeller provided him, instantly pivoting so that he was to the right of his foe, which he had observed to be his weaker side. Then, with one fell swoop, the hero burst upwards from his low to the ground position, using his skyward momentum to try to take his infinitely stronger foe by surprise… And push him out of the ring!
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Post by Beryl Roarke on Mar 31, 2016 5:52:33 GMT
There was a stint of pain in Beryl’s arm. After Biskie passed by him, Beryl stumbled forward slightly, grimacing as the red-hot sensation traveled up the length of his arm. Biskie’s punch was surprisingly powerful considering that it wasn’t properly released. Plus, Biskie only managed to land a glancing blow meaning that if the Zoanthrope managed to hit Beryl head-on, he would’ve inflicted a lot more damage. For that strike alone, Beryl lowered his power tremendously, enough to match Biskie’s; it was the reason why Beryl was able to get hurt in the first place even if he was many times stronger than the heroic half-Saiyan. Turning around, Beryl noticed the shallow laceration on Biskie’s bicep. His punch managed to connect and thankfully – it only grazed like he intended it to. The shock on Biskie’s face was to be expected; it wasn’t every day that you encountered someone who was able to cut with a punch alone – and without using ki at that! The tall, buff as hell superhero dropped down on all fours. Beryl stared at Biskie, blinking once as the Zoan spoke, claiming that Beryl was unbeatable by anyone residing on the planet Earth. “I’m not unbeatable,” Beryl replied calmly. “You can beat me. Although you may not beat me now, as long as you keep up with your training, it’ll definitely be possible.” He was trying to be as supportive as possible. Biskie really seemed like a beacon of hope for the people on Earth, and that was something that Beryl admired about the Zoanthrope. Suddenly, Biskie moved, and the Zoan’s speed caught even Beryl off guard. It was like the superhero literally teleported; one moment, he hunkered down on all fours, staring at Beryl with a pair of glinting, fire-filled crimson eyes. The next, he was on Beryl’s right side – Beryl’s weak side. Beryl tried pivoting to meet Biskie, but he was too slow. The much larger male tackled Beryl with enough force to send Beryl flying across the ring. Eyes widened, Beryl was taken by surprise; if this kept up, he was going to fly clear out of the ring and possibly into the spectators! Furrowing his brow, Beryl threw his weight forward, managing to slam his palms onto the ground. He skidded to a stop, dust being kicked up into the air. Once he finally stopped, he was right at the edge of the ring; an inch more, and he would’ve been out. That was too close for comfort. The crowd cheered once more for Biskie, showering him with praise and encouragement. Beryl rose to his full height, expression neutral as he stared at the supersonic hero from across the length of the ring. It was a look of acknowledgement – one that made it clear that Beryl respected Biskie as a person and a martial artist. Then, Beryl charged. This time, it was at his full strength. Once he got within striking range, he attempted a simple palm strike aimed for Biskie’s muscled abdomen. It carried enough force to send Biskie just outside of the ring if it connected. Biskie Wouf
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Post by Fleece on Oct 20, 2016 6:59:03 GMT
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