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Post by Kizuki on Feb 27, 2016 22:23:05 GMT
As he stood there next to Xylo, listening to the conversation being had in his mind with Alaistair and the Namekian, he waited for Mayze to make the next move. The Super Saiyajin warrior would begin to once again assert his dominance over the duo with his words, before turning his attention to the creature, who appeared to have thrown itself deep into the ground and was reaching for the body of the destroyed Android. Odd indeed. Mayze would fire off an attack with great power, nearly pushing Kizuki back from the explosive power of it, though it was aimed towards Koramund and not Xylo and himself. As the explosion dissipated, Xylo would take formation in front of Xylo now as he began charging his attack, much to Mayze's disbelief. Kizuki couldn't be bothered with what had happened to the creature, regardless of his intentions they were all just soldiers in the end. Willingly, they all came to Namek to exchange fists and lives, the promise of death wasn't going to prevent Kizuki from seeing this mission until the end. Mayze would direct some attention towards him, firing off some words that were aimed to hurt his pride. Though it was true, Kizuki was nothing more than an anchor in this mission, that smart mouth caused him to smirk. "Cowards flee. I'm still here, Super Saiyajin." He'd keep his body in line with Xylo's, acting as a shield in case the other Saiyajin decided to make sudden moves. "And there's that word again. I've already told you who I am. I am Kizuki, born on Daikondu-sei to Lord Daikondu. Vegeta is not my home world." He'd float a little farther away from Xylo, using the link Alaistair was providing to speak to him mentally. "Don't hold back, Xylo. The next one will be the one." The elder Saiyajin would nod towards Mayze, once again commencing their conversation. "I'm sure if you look hard enough you'll find the existence of that planet thousands of years ago. But, someone such as yourself surely has no time for that do they?" He'd tilt his head a bit, noticing that Mayze was lacking something that Kizuki had. He noticed it more once Xylo had made mention of the lack of a moon, for Kizuki's own benefit. Slowly, his own tail would unwrap itself from his waist, wavering a bit behind him. "It'd be interesting. An Oozaru fighting against a Super Saiyajin Warrior. The true power of a Saiyajin up against the power of legends. Hm. Interesting, indeed." That tail would wrap itself around his waist, locking in place once more. "Mayze. At this point, we will all fight until there is one survivor. You've killed our comrade, and we have dispatched of your Android toy. I'll tell you why we're here, and you'll do the same. After all, all but one of us will be alive to tell the story afterwards." Kizuki would smirk, keeping himself in his defensive stance this entire time. "Xylo is here to claim the throne of his home planet. That is all. This we've told you countless times, and offered an alliance to your Empire as well. As for myself, I'm a soldier. Alaistair and Xylo found me after I had crashed on your planet. They took me in, promised me the opportunity to become more powerful than I had ever been before, and so.. here we are. You, though. Why are you here? Has your Queen sent you here to retrieve the Dragon Balls? Or does this planet share the same fate as Arcose?"With that, he'd burst off in the air towards Mayze. He knew his oncoming attacks would do nothing, Mayze had proven to be able to dispatch of Kizuki easily just before. Though, the Saiyajin knew he didn't have much time, he'd keep up with his efforts. His fists flying as fast as they could, aimed for Mayze's golden topped head. If he wanted to test Kizuki, Kizuki would give the Super Saiyajin Warrior everything that he had left, though he continued to feel his strength leaving him from that wound inflicted by Pin. The shank had pierced him straight through his body, and even with the front wound burned to stop the bleeding, the wound on his back was still open, not to mention the damage done to his insides. Though, just a little more. He had to hold out for just a little more. For Xylo.. and for.. his mind would go back to a certain point in his life, the voice of another male. Kizuki couldn't see the mental image in his mind clearly, but he knew it was from a mission he had taken as a child, when he had enlisted himself in the Daikondu-sei Army against his Lord Father's wishes. The Commander had tested him. "Leave him. In as bad a shape as he is, he is a Saiyajin like us. If the beasts don't begin to feast on his mangled body, he'll recover just fine and even more powerful than before." And Kizuki had passed.His own eyes would shoot wide open, mid-attack on Mayze.The Senzu!
[ KP: 2/3 ] - +1KP for no tech use.
- Rushes after Mayze with all he's got.
- Then.. a memory comes to mind!
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Post by Koramund on Feb 27, 2016 22:25:49 GMT
Koramund snarled with complete and total hatred completely dominating everything in his being. He was so close that he could feel the sweet caressing of his fangs into Mayze’s flesh! So close to finally getting the one thing that he had so desperately wanted, or more so needed! So close to furthering his evolution to perfection with a monstrously huge power boost that would make him stronger than his old Empress. His dedication to his task would be either Mayze’s undoing or his, but just like his curse states if he ever risks his life, it will always be his that Death’s cold lips greet. Each and every time it had to be a Saiyan that plunged the knife through his heart to make him greet death. Those filthy monkeys that burned his history like it was dry tinder to fuel their war machines of carnage and slaughter. They demanded censorship and power, to be the only ones that could even be vaguely recognised as rulers so that no one could stand in their way. They use the dirtiest of tricks and conquerings to make sure they are the only ones left, and that finally gnawed away at Koramund’s twisted mind. He had fixed his mind before after being shattered by a Saiyan, but now all the stitching came undone with murderous intent… nay genocidal! Koramund was fed up with it all! He wanted to eat, he couldn’t contain his pissed off hunger anymore! All of his desires just became too strong… so he just kept lying to himself. They can deal with him! They can win! They feel great! All just hopeful and suicidal thoughts that brought him to the end. He felt ki well up inside Mayze, preparing for some sort of daemonic attack, and he knew that he could not escape a being of such power. He wanted to turn the knife and impale him, make him feel all of his pain and get some glory for once. He knew he would be stronger than any Super Saiyan if he got his prize… but none of them go quietly in the night.
If they won’t go quietly… why should he? Koramund screamed in pain and misery as he prepared a dragon rush. He flew up straight towards Mayze’s face and attempted to rip him to bloody pieces with all of his appendages. His tail lanced out to attempt and fill him with acids that would melt his organic molecules to nothing! His tail either missed or couldn’t break through his powerful ki. His clawed fists flew out, scratching the air and the world through his flesh! His fists hit their marks, but couldn’t scratch his eternal flesh. His feet flew forward to cave in his chest, knock the breath out of his throat and crack his joints back! His attacks did nothing to the Saiyan, simply bouncing off hurting Koramund more than he did Mayze. He roared out in defiant rage, ranting off his elongated suffering that he wanted to shout at a friend but never could, “How proud are you Saiyan? Attacking people many times weaker than yourself for shits and giggles? To think, if it wasn’t for you, I would have done your job for you! If you hadn’t pressured me, oh how I would have feasted on that Namekian and overwhelmed! !” He flew back, attempting to fire a rapid cluster of ki bullets to end this specter of death that haunted all of his hopes and dreams before cutting them way in futility. He panted violently as he grew extra arms just to fire out more shots, but watched as they were powerless against the golden devil who judged him with every passing second that ticked by. His eyes widened and he bit his tongue to hold back a scream of shock. He remembered his promise, the only thing that he still held that made him Arcosian. No enemy of Arcose shall be left standing. He will fight for the species that birthed him… he will fight for his hatred of the saiyans, and he will fight for his allies! He fought to buy them time… so that at least he would go down with him. He bit into his tongue as tears dripped down his face, knowing just how useless his actions were. He hated to be powerless, he wanted to rip the Saiyan in half with his bare claws and consume him. Well… that’s what fantasies are for aren't they?
Was it ever fair? Why did he have to do this? They damned him again, whatever kami in the sky that dared command his fate. They ripped out his soul and made him a putrid hollow shell that only wanted what it was promised, what it held once. He wanted to be whole again… why was that so hard to get? Perfection… it was the way the only way left to fix his shattered soul. The only way to reclaim the pieces and build it anew. He hunted for it here on Namek, but the cruel Kamis orchestrated his third demise. He screamed out with new found rage against how this was supposed to be fair! He was a living thing too, yet why was he cursed with weakness?! He always met a figure he could never defeat, and in the stupidity of it all he fought. He tried his best… but it was never enough. He wanted Zucceta to fucking burn with the rest of the SSE, shattering like he had so many times before. Let forth all the corrupted maggots from this carcase of an empire, swallowing everyone else’s life and fate so that it can be seen as the only thing left.
“I have spend years strengthening myself, hunting and thirsting for the strength you so desperatly cling to! To finally become strong, but you goddamn Saiyans?! You gain strength so easily, and you get everything you want without pain and suffering! You become super saiyans just with some small agony… while I must risk my entire life for a mere concept! Go on Saiyan, show me what it means to be a Super! Show me what it means to be the lucky bastard who got pissed off at the right time and right place beyond his species. If I was a Saiyan right now, I would have been so much stronger then you that it’s saddening. Perhaps if the Saiyans never betrayed me, a fate of friendship and alliance could have happened. But no friend of the SSE is a friend of mine... heh. Guess that means goodnight for me right?” Koramund had tried everything in his power, all of his attacks meaningless and pathetic against this god of flesh and spirit. He pulled out the Blade of Oryx and swung as hard as he could with the glittering black blade, to only watch it shatter against his skin like it was nothing.
His face scowled even harder with rage and envy swirling together. He yelled it out the Heavens and the Hells, hoping someone would free him from his eternally looping nightmare. The Super saiyans had cursed him as the royal family cursed Aksor’s father during his trails. The saiyan would end it all, pouring his ki into a abyss that would light up the sky in shadows and blood. “I have suffered through pains that would tear apart your mind to shreds...! I will survive and I will return! I refuse to accept this! I don’t deserve this fate, neither of us do! I wouldn’t even curse this fate upon you saiyan… just know that in your last moments of seeing this monster of flesh. What agony have I done to the universe that makes me deserve this eternal torture?!”
Koramund was flung back within the golden gates of peace that rushed up to consume him. He swore that he saw it, fluffy clouds with a giant emerald dragon blocking some ancient way, or perhaps it was a way? His blood turned golden from the ki melting everything inside him and exploded outwards from his body. One piece of Aksor would ascend to Heaven, or at least appear to from these golden remains. The Arcosian walked down the path of love and justice towards the skies while Koramund threw out a bloody hand towards this illusion. He descended down the path of hatred, blood and murder, shattering upon impact. He fell apart like a cherry blossom, giving some beauty to a devil’s death
to haunt the land.
A few would drop past the battlefield, and start growing a new plant on Namek.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Feb 28, 2016 3:03:11 GMT
The Namekian growled as he listened to Mayze's insult. The green warrior would have much rather enjoyed taking this fight head-on, but he knew he was majorly outclassed. This was the only chance they had, and even then it wasn't a very good chance. Xylo looked over at Kizuki, a worried expression on his green features as the Saiyan dashed towards Mayze.
It was then that the Super Saiyan turned, aiming another pitch-black Ki Beam right at Koramund. The poor bastard was vaporized entirely, just like Alaistair.
"This... This destructive power... It's unreal... How can someone wield such strength?! And apparently he's the weakest Super Saiyan?! If this is what I must contend with, then I must find a way to attain that much power if I am to conquer the Universe..."
The power in his right palm continued to grow, but he doubted it would do much the second time around.
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Still charging [MP3] Super Demon Wave!
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Post by Mayze on Feb 28, 2016 16:59:01 GMT
Mayze frowned, listening intently to the supposed warrior of old. He was an interesting character, this Kizuki. Calm, collected, humble, he was far different from most saiyans Mayze had meant. He certainly seemed wise for a saiyan warrior too, perhaps his story of being from the past was true. It was a damn shame the warrior had decided to join a pair of backstabbing assholes. He’d would’ve made a fantastic warrior for the saiyan race. Either way though, Mayze was curious about him and his past.
“So, you do know of the dragonballs,” Mayze replied, expression slightly softening as he crossed his arms, “Hm, I’ll tell you this, Namek is far too valuable to grow a Tree of Might on it. Arcose was merely a sign, a sign to the rest of the galaxy that the saiyans are the dominant force of the galaxy, and that we wouldn’t have mercy on anyone. But yes, we are here for the dragonballs and their mystical power,” he paused for a few moments, eyeing Kizuki quizzically, “You’re very different from most saiyans I’ve met, warrior. I wonder why? Perhaps you’re not delusional, and your story is true. It might very well explain your strange wisdom and calm demeanor,” he paused again, letting his words settle in, ”Though, it is difficult to believe you’ve lived for thousands of years…” he finished, letting the words hang in the air.
Suddenly, Kizuki charged forward, going on the offensive. Taken aback by the suddenness of it, Mayze barely dodged the first strike. He continued to easily dodge the rest of the attacks, however, he appeared distracted, as if something was bugging him.
Mayze saw Kizuki’s eyes widen as if a sudden thought had come to his head. Taking advantage of the moment, Mayze attempted to grab the black haired warrior by the throat. If successful, he would hold him by the neck and stare into his eyes.
Regardless if he grabbed Kizuki or not, the saiyan began to speak, “You know, I don’t think you’ve realized why I’ve been calling you a traitor,” the saiyan frowned, he rarely showed this side of him that he was about to, but Kizuki’s words had, had profound affect on him, “Whether or not you were born on Planet Vegeta or Planet Daikondu, you are still a saiyan. You have a duty to uphold not to empire, but to your race. And yet,” he gestured to Xylo, “You joined these people. People who would see us beaten down and sedated because we are a threat to them.” he oddly chuckled before continuing, “Sure, they forged an alliance, but it was only for their own personal gain. I’m sure once they saw an opportune moment, they would take advantage and press of the attack.” he sighed, "That’s all they’re doing Kizuki, they aren’t your friends like you think. They aren’t here to make you powerful, they’re just using you to further their own personal gain.” he stared into Kizuki’s eyes for a long moment before breaking the silence once more, “And yet, you still side with them. That’s why I’ve been calling you a traitor Kizuki, because you have betrayed your race.”
With an ice-cold expression covering his features, the super saiyan coldly bit his lip and spoke, “Leave this planet,” if he had managed to grab Kizuki earlier, Mayze would now release him. He’d let him leave if he wished to, however, should he stay and continue to fight, the general would end him. Either way, Mayze admired the man’s courage for staying this long. Most men would’ve turned tail and run by the time they realized just how outgunned they were.
Sighing, he turned his attention to Xylo, allowing his face to morph into a sneer, “Well, still charging your attack are we? Hmph, it isn’t going to do you the slightest bit of good.” he sighed, a look of boredom overtaking his face, “Unfortunately for you, I’m afraid I’ve grown weary of this engagement, and now it’s time to end this. Maybe if you haven’t spent so much time charging a futile attack, you would’ve live longer. But now? Well, I’m bored and ready to some training. God knows that’ll be so much more fun than sitting here and letting you charge your fucking attack.”
The legendary warrior charged Xylo, aura engulfing him in a beautiful flame of gold as it loudly whined and whirled. With a slight grunt, the general cocked back his fist, and slammed it forward, aiming to impact the namekian’s skull. He’d follow with a powerful elbow to the gut, coupled with a strong high kick to the chin. He’d finish by attempting to grab the namekian by the throat, and flinging him towards the ground below with a barrage of small ki blasts trailing after him.
KP: 2/3 +1 for non tech usage
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Post by Kizuki on Feb 29, 2016 2:10:38 GMT
Kizuki had figured that Mayze, and his fallen Android friend, were here for the Dragon Balls. He had only recently learned about their existence and the power they had, but it made perfect sense once he saw the SSE arrive on the revived Namekian home world. Of course they would spare it Arcose's fate, seeing as how the Saiyajin Queen needed this planet more. Mayze would honor Kizuki by telling him he was more level headed than most others of their kind, it was something that the elder Saiyajin knew all too well. Though, truth be told he was still at risk of letting his Saiyajin temper and instincts get the better of him every so often. In his mind, they were all like that. Just as he had anticipated, his attacks did nothing to Mayze. All three of them knew that Kizuki was no threat, and all he was doing was simply stalling for time. As his mind had trailed off to the incredible ability to increase their Saiyajin power exponentially, Kizuki could feel a hand wrap around his throat, nearly crushing it with sheer power. No air could be taken in and none would come out as Mayze held him there. Kizuki was a large male, and even so Mayze was able to wrap his fingers around Kizuki's throat to the point of squeezing all passages shut. The golden blaze of that aura nearly blinding him. Those emerald eyes burning a hole into him, he could tell just by looking into them how much more power Mayze had inside of him. And then he went on his rant. Baring his teeth in a low growl, his own fingers would come up to Mayze's in vain, attempting to rip them off from his form. A traitor to his race, huh? It was unfortunate, but in Kizuki's lifetime he had spent most of his years fighting against his own race than with others. Some Saiyajin that he had come across had not shown loyalty to him simply because they were the same race. Though, Kizuki would admit to himself that he had purposely sought out the Saiyajin home world of Vegeta during his escape from whatever planet was housing him for over two thousand years on purpose. The purpose was to have some sort of.. security. Yet, here he was, as Mayze had accused him, his cohorts a Devil who's ultimate plan was to control the Universe, and an evil Namekian who's goal was take Namek by force. Though, Kizuki could not blame Xylo for that, it was what HE would have done as well. It was what Saiyajin were known to do. The fingers would release him, causing the elder Saiyajin to gasp and gag for breath. His own hands going to his neck, as the sweet burning feeling of oxygen coming back into his lungs hit him. This power was incredible. It was terrifying. Kizuki just floated in the air, staring down at the ground below him as his hands fell to his side. He had told Kizuki to leave. This mighty Saiyajin was offering Kizuki the chance to leave and be spared. But then what? Where was he going to go, even if he did leave? He'd be a fugitive on Planet Vegeta, he surely wasn't welcome to stay on Namek. But then again, being a coward and fleeing was never really an option for him. No matter what. "You.. You don't very well understand, Mayze. I have my own reasons for joining them. I couldn't.. get what I needed.. being a part of another Empire like the SSE!" The truth was, Kizuki knew that joining the SSE as a soldier, or something to that effect really wouldn't allow him the free range to accumulate as much power as possible and head back to Daikondu-sei and avenge his planet, his son, and.. Burumasu. The SSE was in the middle of invading Earth, as well. The formalities of it all was something Kizuki did not want to deal with. Joining Alaistair and Xylo, two strong beings in their own right, would allow him to gain the power he needed. The truth was that Kizuki needed them as much as they were using him for their own plans. Though it was easy to paint them with the faces of villains, were they any more different than Mayze's own Queen? The only different was that the SSE had the power to change the story, to fabricate things, to use propaganda to their benefit. Kizuki had seen it all before. Everyone on Namek, save for the local Namekians, had the wrong intentions for this planet. They were all planning to use it for themselves. Mayze had left him at that point, heading down towards where Xylo was. It seemed he was trying to interrupt his Namekian comrade from charging that attack any more. If there was any chance at winning, Xylo had to focus on getting off that attack once more. It had to be even stronger than the last one! With his eyes narrowing down at Mayze's speeding form, Kizuki would flare up his energy out of his body, his aura pulsating like a blue fire around him. Flying off towards Xylo's form, Kizuki would throw his body in between Mayze and him, that fist colliding with Kizuki's own midsection and ribs, causing the Saiyajin to immediately bulge out his eyes from the impact. The remnants of his armor, which was really just his groin and hip guards, exploded from the impact into mere fragments, falling to the earth below them. The sickening BOOM of the impact nearly had Mayze's fist explode from the other side of Kizuki's body, but thankfully the Saiyajin wasn't able to impale him much like his Android puppet. Instead, he could feel the wound that he closed near his midsection open up once again in an explosion of blood. It burned, but it was nothing compared to the fire inside his chest as his ribs snapped and broke, feeling his body literally breaking. Slowly, he would fall off Mayze's fist and then begin his speedy plummet to the ground below. His hands clutched his stomach, from the pain of multiple broken ribs and the re-opened wound, eventually slamming into the ground without bracing his fall very much. He layed there in a heap, feeling himself slipping away. His body slamming harshly into the ground caused it to crack a bit, a large cloud of dust forming around his body. He was on his side, his body curled up into itself, his face buried in his own chest. He was holding on as much as he could. Hopefully he bought Xylo the necessary time to get his attack going. It needed to count. His tail began to slowly unwrap from around his waist, laying limp on his side. He barely had enough energy in himself to keep it wrapped around him, an almost automatic reflex to Saiyajin like him, like blinking. Every breath was a struggle, feeling those broken ribs poking at his lungs uncomfortably, his wounds bleeding still. "Is.. Is this the end?"Even thinking hurt at this point. "Mou.. gen-genki.. da.."
( "I'm.. at my.. li-limit..")
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 1, 2016 12:25:07 GMT
The two Saiyans continued to speak with one another, but to Xylo it was all just noise. His mind was focused entirely on one thing: His own arm. The orb of raw energy continued to increase in power as it crackled in his palm. It was certainly an impressive amount of power, but it was milquetoast compared to what Mayze could accomplish in even a quarter of the time. The Mazoku's breath became ragged, as more sweat began to poor down his brow. If he overexerted himself any further, Mayze wouldn't even get the chance to lay a finger on the green-skinned warrior! Xylo's focus was torn away for a moment as he noticed Mayze's words. The Super Saiyan seemed to have knocked Kizuki prone somehow, and was now taunting the Mazoku. Xylo let out a hearty laugh. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over all of this UNSTOPPABLE POWER I am accumulating! Trust me, Whelp, you can't possibly tank this one! If you've got any brain matter left in that cranium full of bravado, I'd suggest you get off this planet before you're knocked into the next world!" The elements seemed to be reacting quite violently to Xylo's extended charging period. The winds howled wildly, as massive waves crashed into one another far in the distance. Lightning crackled, as the dark clouds began to swirl. Despite the insurmountable odds, Xylo was pretty damn excited; this was the first time in over a decade that he'd been pushed to his absolute limit, and then some. In an instant, the Golden Warrior shot through the sky. He pulled his limb back to strike Xylo and end his attack preemptively. The Namekian's resolve was undeterred, however; he knew he'd have to continue charging, even if he had a hand through his skull. Luckily for the Namekian, however, he still had willing defenders on his side. Kizuki appeared in front of Xylo, take a fist to the stomach for his troubles. The time-weathered warrior fell from the sky, leaving Xylo and Mayze face-to-face in the air. And Xylo kept charging. "You're face to face with Death, Saiyan; how does it feel to know you're going to meet your end?"Mayze might think Xylo was losing his mind at this point, but the Namekian firmly believed he would kill the Saiyan in front of him; Be it today, tomorrow, next year, or the next millennium, Xylo would be Mayze's killer. That single thought kept Xylo sane in these last few moments.
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Post by Mayze on Mar 2, 2016 0:44:47 GMT
The legendary warrior heard a sickening crack when his fist slammed into Kizuki, cracking multiple ribs. The saiyan had intercepted the strike meant for Xylo. Surely, an honorable sacrifice, but one made in vain. The saiyan had, had a chance to leave the planet and live, instead he remained and took a fatal blow for his comrade. The amount of loyalty he had towards the namekian and his group was astounding, and the fact that he had the courage to deny Mayze’s rare gift of mercy and still take the blow was on a whole nother level.. Truly, Kizuki was someone the saiyan general could respect. It was a damn shame he had to be killed. He would’ve made a fine warrior and commander for the solar empire.
“So be it,” Mayze muttered as he retracted his fist and watched Kizuki plummet to the ground. The saiyan warrior of old landed in a crumpled heap. Blood oozed out of the wound Pin had created earlier, and Mayze could tell that unless drastic action was taken, Kizuki would die. The only thing that could save him now was the senzu bean, and the general doubted he had one of those.He eyed the fallen warrior a moment longer before turning back to Xylo.
“It seems you’ve gone mad namek,” Mayze glared with an ice-piercing gaze, “Through your desperation of survival your mind has snapped. You’ve deluded yourself into thinking your attack will hit no matter what happens. Otherwise, you’d have no hope left for survival. Hell, it appears you haven’t even considered the possibility that your attack could be… dodged,” he spoke the last word with a knowing smirk upon his face. It appeared he knew something that the namekian didn’t, “It’s not like an afterimage could save me. No, that’d be far too slow to dodge the attack you’re charging.”
“Either way,” he sighed, “I think it’s time end this once and for all.”
In a great flash of golden ki, a ki ki blade tinged gold jutted out from his forearm, “I think you’re gonna need a hand in just a bit.”
His movement like a blur, the saiyan brought the ki sword down on Xylo’s charging hand in an overarching strike in an attempt to cut his hand clean through. Should the strike hit, he’d follow with a lunge aimed to pierce the mazoku warrior's chest.
[UT]Ki Blade used! Passive technique
KP: 3/3 +1 for non tech usage
OOC: A bit short but it didn't need to be long imo.
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 2, 2016 5:21:28 GMT
He remained curled up on the ground, clutching his bleeding midsection with both arms. Though he was trying his best to keep pressure on the wound, he had no energy to seal the wound up once more. In fact, even if he did, he was at risk of blasting a bigger hole right through himself. He was in a tight spot for sure. He could feel that warm, red life essence spilling into his hands. He wanted to take a breath, the biggest breath he had ever taken but that pain would be worse. The pain from his ribs being broken was too great for such a feat. Instead, short, rapid breaths were all he was capable of to sustain the pain. "Argh..!! Th-This.. Super Saiyajin power.. I've never felt something.. so strong." The Saiyajin would must up the last of his strength, rolling over onto his back. His eyes looked dazed, as if consciousness would slip from him in just mere minutes. His left arm would fall to the Namekian earth at his side, while his other would be lifted up to his face, in order to see the blood stained hand. His own blood. He was still wearing his battle gauntlets, having survived the battle thus far. He barely had the strength to hold it up still, but managed to crack a bit of a smirk on his face as the blood dripped from his hand down to his chin and face. "Meh.. I should be honored.. I suppose. Dying.. at the hands.. of a Super Saiyajin. The most powerful.. being.. in the universe. Heheh." His brief chuckling fit would force a gagging cough, as a mixture of blood and saliva shot out of his mouth. He'd also cringe from the pain in his chest. He kept his arm raised up to eye level, continuing to star at the blood stained appendage until his eyelids slowly closed, focusing on nothing but the darkness now. All the years he had lived, though his actual age was impressive it was just a short forty, he had been bested by the power of the Super Saiyajin. Though, this time was truly a full display of its power. And there was supposedly another level of this? A higher one? That piece of information from the Queen's address still rang in his brain like a loud bell, the possibility of such a form was something he couldn't even fathom after going against Mayze. How could one sustain a form that was ABOVE the level of a Super Saiyajin? The Queen's overconfident response in claiming she would attain the form after the traitor made Kizuki smirk again. This era, this generation of Saiyajin were much like those of his own time. He could find some peace in his pride of being a part of that mighty race that they still held tightly to their never ending lust to become the strongest beings in the Universe.
How could Alaistair contend? How could Xylo contend?
How could he stand between an Empire of Super Saiyajin Warriors?
And after all this, Xylo continued to fight on. Alaistair would continue to urge them on from the afterlife. Were those two really much different than him? Than his entire race of warriors? In reality, they were all the same. The lines that separated them began to blur more and more now. Trying to come up with some form of peace in his mind only proved to put a bigger strain on his body. That state of consciousness was slipping even farther and farther away. This once proud warrior at all but given up hope. He knew he was in over his head from the beginning of this. Though, the chance to become stronger than he had ever hoped to become, the promise that Alaistair had given him, was all that drove him. His own mission was one of vengeance and retaliation. Aiding Alaistair and Xylo was a means to get that power. But, now? Now was there any real hope of that?
"OKIRO!"
("WAKE UP!")
There was that voice again, just like the last time he was in a pinch like this. Her voice. The vision of a pale haired goddess in imprinted in his mind for all time. Her body. It was her. It had to be. His lips would twist into a bloody smile, answering her outloud, though in a hoarse whisper instead of his usual deep, dominate tone. "Ne~.. Burumasu.. even in death you boss me around?" He'd offer another chuckle, able to ignore the pain as he focused on the image in his mind. He way of speaking even softened, for the first time since he could remember. He was usually so stern and strict, even with her. Though, in those moments where they were alone, she was able to bring out a bit of a softer side of the brutish warlord. He'd gulp hard, his eyes remained shut still. "I.. I don't think I'll quite end up where you did. If either of us.. was avoiding hell it was you.. heh." He continued to talk to her, as if she were right in front of him, as if this image in his brain was actually her. Could it be? Alaistair had the ability to speak to them in death, why couldn't Burumasu?
"II KAGEN NI SHINASAI!"
("DON'T BE LIKE THAT!")
Forever scolding him like a child, even in apparent death. This was very much like her. He wanted to laugh out loudly, but doing so would surely push him over the bring, and this apparition in his mind would be lost forever. He was holding on as much as he could in that moment, just for a little more. "P-Please.."
"Me wo samase.."
Kizuki's lips would part, baring his blood stained teeth under them, his eyes remained closed still. Weakly, he'd shake his head "No" to his wife's ghost, or what he told himself this was. A gurgling growl developing in his throat. "N-No.."
 "ME WO SAMASE!"
("OPEN YOUR EYES!")
The sudden screaming in his head made his ears literally ring, his brain aching incredibly. Was this what it was like to have an other worldly figure yell at you? No, this was something more. In a reflex, his fingers would curl into a fist and slam down into the ground, the battle gauntlet he had been wearing this entire time shattered into mere fragments. At the same time, his eyes opened sharply to reveal the sight above him, Mayze once again going after Xylo. His head would slowly roll to where his right arm slammed, within the fragments rested that little green bean. The Senzu Bean, the same kind that Mayze had used just earlier, the one that Alaistair had educated him on and urged him to take with him just in case. Would this be their saving grace? Kizuki had realized the power of a Saiyajin's healing factor during his brief fisticuffs with Mayze, though he had forgotten that was his plan the entire time. Perhaps with the help of this healing bean.. Xylo and himself would stand a chance? There was only one true way to find out. Slowly, bloodied fingers would reach for the green bean, and with as much effort as possible he'd open his mouth and place it between crimson stained teeth. With a hard CRUNCH, the Saiyajin would bite into it once, twice, then multiple times. Fragmenting the little thing into as many pieces as possible before forcing himself to swallow the contents down, into his throat. His eyes were once again shut tightly, in his state even doing as something as eating a small bean seemed impossible. He wondered how his body would react.
And did it ever. The feeling of his bones shifting within his body, his broken ribs, and repairing themselves almost made him shiver. His breathing became easier as well, his lungs healing from being slightly punctured and scratched by those previously broken ribs turned shanks within his body. And that wasn't all, the various bruises and cuts he had sustained began to clear and close up. Even the one he had received as a gift from his Android "friend" during their headbutt battle. The most incredible thing, though, was when Kizuki slowly brought his hand down to where the Android had impaled him. The skin and hold had completely closed up. His fingers traced over the spot where it was, not even feeling a scar in its place. The veins in his body healing themselves, any traces of internal bleeding had vanished as if he had never been dying just then. Slowly, his eyes would open back up. His body.. it was one hundred percent back to fighting shape. This bean, it was incredible! He saw what it did to Mayze after such an incredible attack from Xylo, what it had done for even Xylo! Kizuki would begin a slow rise, the small rocks and dirt that had fallen on his body from his descent rolled off his form. He'd keep his eyes locked on the fight above him between Mayze and Xylo before focusing his vision downwards to his hands. Those hands, just moments ago, could barely close into fists. Would then now? Fingers would curl into fists, a scowl on his now healed face. He could feel the finale coursing through his body. Every vein protruded through his skin, his muscles pumping up and out of his skin a few times as his body coursed with a brand new energy. It looked as if something was growing INSIDE him and wanted to BURST out. Eyes were as wide as he could get them, his gut doing somersaults with excitement. Taking in one large, deep breath, he'd let EVERYTHING he had out in one mighty, animalistic roar.
"RRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
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(Insert epic Japanese music.)
As his body tensed up on the outside, internally he would let it all go, his power would explode from within his body outwards. Continuing his war cry, the ground under him would tremble and quake to the point where the ground would split around him. The reborn planet Namek was already being torn apart by these three, and those that had been taken out of the fight before. Energy would "solidify" around his body in the form of bolts, almost like electricity. He was doing all he could to push every ounce of power out of his body and use it, to use the gods given ability his people were born with. The power to come back from the brink of death, even stronger! The TRUE power of the mighty Saiyajin race! !!!SHOW ME YOUR BRAVE HEART!!!
As the planet continued to shake and crack with each passing second, the bolts of energy would flicker around him at a more rapid pace, before the dust and debris at his feet would begin to swirl around him in a cyclone towards the top. In a matter of moments, an aura would immediately begin to crackle, then flare up around his body, blue in color, and feeling much different than before while completely consuming his form. Much more powerful. Perhaps it caught the remaining two combatants off guard, or sent the remaining Namekians into a frenzy. It must have felt like their planet was being ripped apart. The aura grew larger, wider, and more bright until it completely consumed Kizuki's body, unable to be seen. In one giant light and explosion, the ground around him would crater heavily, spider webbing out for great distances as his body nearly exploded with ki. It was as if one of Namek's many suns had descended to the ground and landed on their planet. Whatever was foolish, or unfortunate, enough to stay near him during the moment his energy exploded out from inside his body would certainly be all but destroyed, or very close to it. The great blue blaze would continue to erupt around him until his war cry had died down, echoing throughout the planet. As the light subsided, the Saiyajin would stand there, looking a bit more calm than before. His wounds completely healed, his body back in tip top fighting shape. The top portion of his skin tight battle suit had blown off, leaving him bare chested from the waist up, exposing the Saiyajin body riddled with powerful muscle. The aura continued to pulse around him like a bright, blue fire, consuming his body but not burning him. Coal, black eyes burned a hole into the scene above him. He felt different, that was for sure. That little green bean word wonders, coupled with the genetic ability to return from death's door superior to when one went knocking, the Saiyajin race would once again continue to prove why they were the superior beings in all the galaxy, even the Universe! There was definitely no question as to how Mayze was able to survive Xylo's attack now. His people were truly above the gods. Although, that all would mean nothing at the moment. There were still too many questions remaining. Was this going to give them the upper hand? Was he destined for hell? Or would he once again cheat death and survive this? Now was when they would all find out.
Letting his arms fall to his sides, they'd bend at the elbow. Fingers slightly uncurled as his energy was focused into them, two spheres of ki energy began to swirl within them, coming to life in his hands. As the energy "solidified" in his hands, he would continue to keep his attention on the duo above him. The energy pooling up larger and larger within his palms. He would charge his ultimate attack, the [ M3 ] Ultimate Destruction Cannon!
[ KP: 0/3 ]
- Consumed a Senzu Bean. 0 remaining in inventory. - At 0 KP due to charging M3. - Senzu used in order to request Zenkai. - Requesting Zenkai via Senzu from being impaled by Pin and slapped around by Mayze. - Will add math to charging M3 once Zenkai gains are confirmed.
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Post by Mayze on Mar 2, 2016 5:58:24 GMT
Zenkai activated for Kizuki-san!
Your Wc is 11,150, and your zenkai gains a marvelous 25,294 pl. Whoah...
This makes your in-thread pl 85,171 and your total pl 95,792! So darned close!!!!
I think it's all right? Anyway, it should be, if not apologies.
Adding your zenkai now... Added
NOTE: Just in case I messed up, before zenkai total pl 70,498
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 3, 2016 10:34:55 GMT
The Namekian couldn't help but chuckle at his Super Saiyan foe. "Say what you like, but I have more sanity than you! This attack is leagues above your own power!" His laugh continued, but was stifled as Mayze suggested the idea that he could simply dodge the attack. His once-prevalent smile had soured into a scowl, as he realized that this really was hopeless. Mayze might not be as strong as Xylo's attack, but he was most likely faster. Despite this, he kept his composure. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to see which of us is faster."As the Namekian's attack continued to build in power, so too did Xylo's Saiyan companion. It seemed Kizuki also had one of those fancy Senzu Beans as well, and he had just used it. Due to Saiyan biology, Kizuki was given a sizable power-up. Xylo's thoughts wandered for a moment; why didn't Mayze get one of those power-ups? Perhaps he wasn't beaten badly enough. Regardless, Xylo was glad Mayze didn't receive a power boost. He was hard enough to deal with already. Speaking of Mayze, it seemed the Super Saiyan was finally bored of waiting around. He coated his arm in razor-sharp Ki as he bored down on the Namekian Warrior, aiming to slice his right arm clean off! The Mazoku wouldn't go down so easily however! With a determined yell, Xylo let loose his full power. "GO TO HELL!" The enormous yellow wave of Ki blasted from Xylo's palm, rocketing right towards Mayze! If it hit, the Super Saiyan would probably be down for the count. Of course, if it didn't hit, there was a perfectly good city right behind the Super Saiyan that the blast could smash into instead...
[KP: 0/3] [MP3] Super Demon Wave has been Fired!400% Charged for a Damage Potential of: 2,323,888! Aimed for Mayze If SDM misses Mayze, it will instead hit Moori Capital dead-center, causing it to become essentially rubble. |
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Post by Mayze on Mar 3, 2016 23:53:24 GMT
“We’ll see,” Mayze muttered in reply with a grin. The general could feel the heat coming from Xylo’s built up attack, and he knew that if he were hit by it, he may as well be dead. Fortunately, he was fast enough to dodge. However, if he did that, it would hit the Moori Capital dead center and practically reduce the rest of it to rubble. Although, Mayze could care less if the city was destroyed or not. It’s not like he’d have to help rebuild it. Right?
As Xylo fired off his monstrous wave attack, the super saiyan gave an amazing burst of speed, leaving an afterimage of himself behind. He craned his neck to get a glance of the attack as he stopped thirty feet to the right of the namekian.
The wave attack burst forward, tearing apart the afterimage Mayze had left behind like paper. With nothing to stop the demon wave, the attack carried onward, detonating as it struck the remnants of the city. A huge, destructive explosion ensued, consuming much of the left-over city, while a loud, thunderous crack rang out, leaving the general’s ears ringing. He shielded his eyes from the glaring intensity of the light, feeling the shock wave from the explosion smack into him and pushed him back a few inches.
As the resulting smoke dissipated, all Mayze could see left of the once great capital was few barely standing buildings. Everything else had been vaporized or was in rubble. It would take months, if not years to rebuild the city to its former glory. Xylo’s attack had really done a number on it.
“That was a uh, rather impressive display of power, namekian,” Mayze complimented, “Did a real number on the city..” He gazed at the destruction for a few moments longer before glancing at Xylo, “But uh,” he wolfishly smirked, “You missed me.” he paused for a few moments lightly chuckling, “Better luck nex- Ah who am I kidding, there isn’t going to be a next time! Because this time, I’m going to kill you. And there is no way in hell you are coming back from certain death.”
He narrowed his eyes as he finally noticed Kizuki off to the side. Apparently, the saiyan had survived his assured death. The only possible way for him to have recovered so fast was the use of a senzu. Not only that, but he had received a nice little power up from the saiyan zenkai too. Certainly impressive, but nothing to concern the super saiyan. The duo were only delaying the inevitable.
“I see you survived, warrior of old,” Mayze sighed, “I’m honestly surprised you stayed after taking such a beating and subsequently recovering. Takes courage to stay, but that’s something I should expect of you,” he deeply exhaled, continuing with deliberation, “Even still, I’m surprised you stayed. It’s evident that your ‘friend’,” he nodded his head towards Xylo, “Doesn’t care about you. When you fell he didn’t even acknowledge you or thank you for the blow. I don’t understand why you continue to defend him, he’s only using you, there is no comradeship. He really doesn’t care what happens to you as long as he lives. The only use he has of you is for you to take fatal blow for him. That’s it,” he briefly shrugged before going on, “Maybe you should reconsider your alignment.”
He turned back towards Xylo, letting a smirk play on his lips, “No more senzu beans for you, slug,” he confidently stated, “This is the end of the road for you. No more charging attacks until the end of fucking time, because this time, I am killing you.”
His aura flared into being around him, highlighting him in a golden glow. He exploded forward, bursting towards Xylo. He held his blue ki blade in front of him, aiming to impale the namekian through the chest.
KP: 1/3
[SU2]Afterimage used to dodge Xylo's attack. 3.4 mil pl or something. You do the math. I'm in a rush here. >.<
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Post by Alaistair on Mar 5, 2016 22:29:51 GMT
"Xylo? Kizuki, talk to me. What's going on? Did you succeed in the battle?"
The bubble of Alaistair had been floating around the blood puddle for a few minutes now, having done about ten laps. He had been staring at the ground this entire time, as well, nearly bumping into some other cloud souls in the process, who proceeded to yell at him and telling him to deal with the fact he was in HFIL. They didn't know the reason... They didn't know why he was in a frantic!
"Well now... If it isn't the runaway former Kaishin..."
Alaistair halted, feeling cold as he felt his nonexistent eyes bug out as he turned to the source. He knew the voice well... And it terrified him. A female Ogre witch, whom had responsibilities in regards to the souls that tried to escape. The very same that had branded Alaistair an escapee and weakened him profoundly with his first Halo's shards.
"It seems you've come to some of your senses, and even, dare I say, regained some of your care for the living."
"Mistress, you know wh-
"Bup bup bup bup! I don't need to hear it. You just need to be purified a bit more and-"
"No, I don't need purifying! I'm fine as is! Besides... Wait, when did you die yourself?"
A glinting halo hung over the yellow skinned ogre's head, causing her to blush and curl into a ball as she muttered, "There was a 'training' accident a few months after you escaped. Originally, it was supposed to be an actual disciplinary training accident and... and..."
"... I've to apologize first for that. I didn't know that's what happened, but..."
Alaistair snorted, a smile forming on his imaginary face as he ended up cracking up laughter at the teary eyed yellow ogre-ress! She proceeded to spazz out in anger at the devil, which in turn caused the Devil to laugh even more than he did before!
"By the way, Xylo, Kizuki! I've a great story to tell you, whether or not you survive this! BWAH HAHAHHAHAH!"
(Sorry, it was getting a little morbid and needed to put something out. XD!)
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Post by Kizuki on Mar 7, 2016 0:20:31 GMT
[ NEW Thread PL: 85,171 ] [ M3, 2nd Rd Charge: 170,342 PL ] Kizuki would continue to pool energy into his own attack. He felt he had gotten substantially stronger from that famed Saiyajin technique, the one where coming back from certain death gave said Saiyajin even more power than before. Even so, he was still no match for Mayze, he was no Super Saiyajin. As Mayze had predicted, Xylo's attack would be all for nothing. With a battle cry, Xylo would let out his strongest attack, AGAIN, and this time instead of Mayze taking it head on, the Super Saiyajin warrior would simply use his incredible speed to get out of the way of it. A Saiyajin's speed was one of its most deadly weapons, but coupled with the power of the legendary Super Saiyajin, the Zanzoken technique was second to known.
Xylo's attack would nearly destroy all of the Moori Capital, Namek becoming more and more of a wasteland before their very eyes. It was then that Kizuki would break the silence of the trio, after the attack had reduced the Namekian capital to nearly all rubble. "XYLO! MAYZE! ENOUGH! The two of you are tearing this planet apart! There will be nothing left for Xylo to rule, and the Dragon Balls will surely be destroyed in the process! Is that what we're destined for?!" He'd almost let out a growl as the power of his attack increased again, the orbs within his palms growing in size and energy as it did.
"Before Namek is doomed to repeat its fate again, let's put this quarrel aside for now! Xylo will take charge of the planet and get your Queen the Dragon Balls! Mayze! The SSE will not be able to do this without us!"
It was one last attempt to get his Saiyajin brethren on their side, at least for the time being. Would it work? Alaistair would continue his mental link with them, asking them how the battle was going, but Kizuki could not concentrate enough to answer.
[ KP: 0/0 ] - M3 Ultimate Destruction Cannon current charge: 200%, 170,342 PL
- Next Round, 300% Charge: 255,513 PL
- One last attempt to reason with Mayze.
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Post by Lord Xylo on Mar 9, 2016 23:38:30 GMT
Xylo watches with baited breath as his blast rockets forwards. It's clear quite quickly that no damage was done to the Super Saiyan, as his form seems to suddenly dissipate among the crackling Ki Beam. Soon enough, the massive attack hits its secondary target: Moori Capitol.
The beam hits the city dead-center, causing an enormous explosion upon impact. The world shakes once again as a blinding flash of light forces Xylo to close his eyes. As he opens them, he is treated to an interesting sight. The Capitol was now in ruin; it would take quite some time to repair this beautiful city.
The Namekian begins to pant heavily as he lowers to the ground. His pointed ears twitch in disappointment as he hears the voice of Mayze cut through the tense silence. As expected, the Saiyan was unharmed. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. To be honest, I'd be a bit disappointed if you actually got hit."
Once again, the Super Saiyan tried to use words to deceive Kizuki. He was trying to convince the Elder Saiyan that Xylo was not his true ally! The Namekian scoffed, but said nothing in response. If Kizuki was foolish enough to fall for such words, then he wasn't an ally worth having in the first place.
Mayze turned back to Xylo, threatening him with the promise of death. The Mazoku smirks in response. "Alright then, let's go at it!"
The Saiyan General dashed forwards, Ki Blade thrumming with life on his arm. He thrust his blade forwards, giving Xylo little time to react. The Namekian hops to the left, just in time to avoid being stabbed straight in the gut. Instead, he loses something else; his right arm, from the elbow down, is lopped clean off. Xylo screams as his arm thuds to the ground, still smoking from the white-hot Ki Blade the cleaved it moments earlier.
Xylo grips at his wound as blood trickles from the stump. He takes in sharp breaths, as he glares in a mixture of anger and surprise. "I've gotta admit, that one kind of hurt."
Suddenly, Kizuki begins to shout. He tries to plead with the both of them, trying to cease further destruction. Xylo stares at Mayze, giving him a curious look as he waits for his response. "You're not going to make much headway with the Dragon Caste as an outsider like yourself. They won't tell you a damn thing about the Dragon Balls, even if you 'saved' them from our rule. The only chance you have is if we work together."
The Mazoku doubted diplomacy would work at this point, but it was always worth a shot. He gripped his wound a bit tighter, waiting for the opportune moment to regrow his arm just in case things got hairy...
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[KP: 1/3]
+1 KP for no tech use!
Lost right arm from Ki Blade attack
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Post by Mayze on Mar 12, 2016 4:18:04 GMT
"Destroying this world? Hmph," the general crossed his arms, eyeing Kizuki, "This world can take a lot more damage." he turned his gaze to Xylo, "As for the dragon balls, I think we'll be able to obtain them without your help, slug."
Without hesitation, Mayze charged Xylo, golden aura flaming around him as he aimed to to impale the heart of the slug, "This ends now!"
KP: 2/3
OOC: Sorry for the short post, I've been doing a lot of gaming lately and didn't want to hold you guys up.
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