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Post by Samba on Mar 19, 2016 20:45:42 GMT
"Fuwah~ I'm so bored," Samba muttered under his breath while rubbing his eye to get rid off the drowsiness. The male Zoanthrope ignored the normal ruckus and noise around him and comfortably continued to relish in the sunlight. With the way he was leaning back on the park seat with his eyes closed and towards the sky, he looked more like a giant cat than the wolf he was supposed to be. "Nothing exciting happens around here most days, besides the occasional robbery, or the odd encounter with a fighter here and there. I don't see why people love to stay in the cities all the time."The male yawned again and continued his semi-rant. "With the pollution in the air, the constant noise and the overpopulation, I'm surprised that their lives are so quaint as it is." Perhaps he was being a little too biased on his opinion, having never touched the soil of a city in all his life until recently, the Zoanthrope was more used to the tranquility of the mountains and the normal sounds of the wildlife to still him to sleep. "Bah. Who cares anyway." Samba frowned, his eyes still closed and missing how some of the people that walked close by gave him odd looks because of how he was talking to himself. "Ugh, dammit, that wound still throbs like hell." His lips parted slightly into a small snarl as he inspected the bandaged wound on his hand, the wound was a few days old but every now and then it stung with phantom pains. "That stupid Saiyan girl, I should have ripped her head off for attacking me like that." That Saiyan girl, Arias, was one piece of work indeed. The moment she smelled blood she went all psycho-ho and started to act like some primitive animal instead of someone of coherent thought. "Tsk. At least, she didn't broke anything, in fact, it was merely a deep cut, not even hitting any arteries or cutting tendons. It healed nicely in less than two days after I used some powerful medicine on it." One of his Mother's home recipes for wounds and injuries, she always had a jug on hand when he went too far with his training with his Father, she always scolded them silly as they laid there whimpering in pain as she slowly helped them back to health. Samba grunted harshly and shook his head. "No time for reminiscent. I need to get stronger. At any cost, doesn't matter how in the grand scheme of things." The male finally stood up and patted himself off any imaginary dust and walked away from the park, he had rested and lost enough time as it is. Perhaps to amuse himself he should start looking around, see if any interesting characters would pop out of the woodworks? "Hmm... I wonder where I can find Soka, I'm itching for another fight with him." Oh well, perhaps he'll raid another Bandit Camps or fight the monsters that roamed the wilderness of the mountains later. It should amuse him for a bit before he grew bored again. One of the bad things about not having a constant sparring partner, you had to make do with what you have. Thread PL: 8600
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2016 19:43:08 GMT
Alexander gave a small sound of irritation as he walked down the street. His right arm was throbbing painfully, and he spared a glance down at it. He had been sparring with someone back at his school in the gravity chamber, and during that spar...something had happened. He had no real explanation for it, save for the fact that the power that he drew on, the Void, through the symbol emblazoned on his right arm, had looked back. He looked into the Void, and it had looked back, and that thought once more sent a small shiver of fear through his body. He had not expected anything like that to happen, and the information he'd gotten from Ayumu had never told him of this.
That was why, actually, Alexander was out on the street today. He had rested up, trying to put the incident from his mind, but it was still there when he'd awoken. His appearance in the mirror that morning had left him with an unsettling feeling in his stomach. He appeared the same but he also seemed...different. He couldn't put a finger on what it was, but when he looked at himself, he felt as if he were watching someone else. His parents hadn't noticed anything different, or if they had, they hadn't said anything about it. He wasn't certain what was wrong with him, or if there was anything at all that was wrong but ever since he'd had that presence in his mind, everything had simply felt...off.
He had no real indicator if there was something actually wrong or if he was simply paranoid, but he had one thing in mind more than anything- he needed to find Ayumu. The old man had been the one who had bound him into this contract with the Void, and if anyone, the fellow would be able to help Alexander find out what was going on. However, while he was out and about, his gaze happened upon someone that looked familiar. The wolf zoanthrope from the lake was wandering about, and judging from the way he appeared to move, he was looking for something. Alex couldn't say for sure what it was that he was after, but given that he too was looking for something, he wondered if they might be able to find some common ground.
As he approached, he heard the wolf mutter to himself, about looking for a fight. Alex paused, looking back down at his right hand, closing it and then opening it again. He wasn't entirely sure that he trusted himself to fight but at the same time, he needed to know his limits. He had to know exactly what he could and could not do with this power that was there. He closed his hand tightly, letting that strange, almost tribal tattoo form once more as he pulled on the Void. It was quiet, tentative, but nothing that seemed to awaken the presence on 'the other side' or whatever it was.
He drew closer then, aiming to get into Samba's vision before he did or said anything. As he came closer, and even though the wolf zoanthrope seemed a little distracted, Alexander paused. "Hey. Samba, right?" he asked, wanting to make sure he had the right one. He didn't want to seem speciesist, but many of the wolf zoanthropes looked the same, to him. Much like Namekians and Arcosians (though he was starting to be able to tell Core apart), they all looked very similar, and zoanthropes were no exception. "If you're looking for a chance to test your strength, I'd be more than willing to act as your sparring partner. I need to test my own limits," the young man offered, a faint, black-tinged aura beginning to wrap around him.
((Heavy weights PL: 5,647 | Normal: 22,589))
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Post by Samba on Mar 21, 2016 22:15:09 GMT
Samba's ear twitched as he heard someone walk toward him, he sniffed imperceptively and blinked at the familiar scent that reached his nostrils. Soon enough someone familiar walked into his line of sight, confirming that it was the person whom the scent belonged to. "Yeah, I'm Samba, you're Alex, aren't you?" He blinked at the male, unsure of what to make of him just yet. That day back in the lake was still fresh on his mind, he met all sort of interesting people and was having a bit of a good time until the shit hit the fan quite spectacularly.
Samba took a small step back, leaning backward slightly when a strange black-tinged aura started to surround the male. He arched a brow in curiosity when his brain finally computed the male's request and a wild grin stretched across his face. "Really? You mean it?" Against himself his tail started to wag behind him in his excitement, he almost looked like a child that was told he could buy the whole candy store at that moment before he coughed and looked serious. "I wouldn't mind sparring with you. Now that the clutter from that day is over with, and there's no screaming girl Saiyans out for blood, we should have nothing to bother us."
Samba started to ascend to the skies. "Oh, that reminds me, can you fly?" Samba couldn't remember if Alex ever flew or even knew how to. If Alex couldn't fly this could be a bit tedious. "Okay, I'm unsure if you can really fly so please hold on." Without waiting for confirmation, and wincing slightly at getting closer to that strange aura the male radiated, he quickly grabbed Alex by the middle and with a small power-up he quickly ascended high into the sky and with a small boom flew out of the City limits with Alex in his arms.
Once they were relatively out of innocent's harms way he dropped back down to the ground and released Alex, taking a few steps back and lifting his hands up. "Sorry! I couldn't take the chance that you didn't know how to fly so I quickly took plan B into motion." Samba could feel a huge sweatdrop for at the back of his head, what a great way to start socializing like a fool, he mentally kicked himself for saying. "Anyway, now that we're here, we can finally fight in peace."
Summary: Kidnapped Alex into a secluded space outside of the city limits so no one could bother them.
KP: 3/3
@alexandervoss
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Post by Deleted on Mar 22, 2016 18:25:10 GMT
“That's right,” Alexander responded, giving Samba a small nod as far as his own name was concerned. “Alexander Voss, at your service,” he spoke, curious on what sort of fighting, or sparring, that the wolf man was interested in. Alex had only really done sparring with Fudrendrenk before, and all of his other fights had been with the other students in the school he attended. Those had been actual fights, and while he had lost most of them, he had also won a fair share as well. Generally it ended when someone wasn't able to walk away and got taken to the infirmary.
As Samba seemed to pick up on the fact that they were going to fight, or spar, or something, the zoanthrope seemed to get rather excitable. If Alexander were a more expressive person, he might have chuckled or even smiled at the tail wagging that the zoanthrope showed, but the man's gaze merely flickered down to it and took it in before it drifted back up to Samba's face. Especially after the recent incident with the Void and having that other presence invade his mind...Alex wasn't particularly receptive to amusement at the moment. He wanted mainly to test his limits and as Samba was someone that he knew, to a point, he felt this would be a rather interesting fight.
At the mention of the Saiyan girl being out for blood, however, Alexander's impassive mask did break for a moment in a small smirk. That woman, Arias, had been rather...uncontrollable, at the lake, to the point where she had actually bitten Samba's hand, from what he recalled. “That's true. There shouldn't be too much in the way of our battle,” he said, before he looked at the fellow's hand, which still seemed to be bandaged. “You fine to spar with a wound like that?” he asked out of curiosity. He didn't want to spar against him if his hand was damaged. That would both be dangerous for him, as well as limit his full potential.
It was then that Samba began to lift off the ground, and Alexander's gaze followed him up, a rather sour look on his face as he watched him. It seemed that just about everyone had this ability to fly...and yet Alexander did not. Appile, Itame, Kay, Core, and now Samba. It was like there was some sort of strange block that he had that prevented him from flight. No matter what he'd tried, he'd been unable to master that art of ascending into the air. “Well-” Alexander began to respond to the zoanthrope when he felt a pair of furry arms wrap around him, and suddenly they were airborne.
The flight itself would have been a lot more entertaining and exciting to the young man if it had been under his own power, and not being trapped by a large beast. He wore a very impassive expression during the entire trip, and even when he was set down by Samba, Alex's glare was cold enough to freeze the blood in his veins. “I see,” he responded, moving to brush a few stray hairs from the zoanthrope that had gotten onto his clothing from the proximity. “I suppose you had no other choice, then,” he continued, though it was clear from his words that he was still quite irritated about the whole thing.
“But as it were, no I cannot fly. While I would have preferred permission, I suppose in your excitement that might have been overlooked,” the boy spoke, closing his eyes as he drew in a deep breath before he exhaled. “I suppose that for the near future, the only permission I grant you to come into contact with me is if you can hit me,” the man continued, before he moved to take up fighting stance, the cold look still present on his features. Around him, the black-tinged aura began to appear as he pulled from the power of the Void.
If Samba could sense ki, he would sense such in Alex, but it was warped and distorted, like looking into a funhouse mirror. “I suppose we should start this off with something...interesting,” Alex spoke as he extended his right arm. “Though I am curious to know what our rules are for this,” he continued as a strange energy began to appear around his arm, centering around his hand. It seemed phantasmagorical, ethereal and altogether unreal. Alex winced slightly as the pain from using this came to his body, but he did not falter. “Full use of our powers, no attempt to kill one another?” he asked, curiously.
– Tl;dr- Be mad and start Charging Void Bolt KP: 3/3
Currently Charging: Void Bolt [N1]
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Post by Samba on Mar 23, 2016 21:49:58 GMT
Samba sweatdropped when Alex send him looks that could chill hell itself. And the bead of sweat only got bigger as Alex explicitly stated that the only time he would let himself be touched would be to hit him. He so wanted to speak up and ask about push him away from an attack or help him if he was fairing badly against something. But he stomped down that childish need for banter, he and Alex were not friends yet for that sort of thing, hell they weren't even much more than acquaintances so it'll be better to act respectfully until a spark of friendship or camaraderie grew between them.
Though something told him that that would be a bit difficult to achieve, though never let it be said that Samba didn't love a challenge when he saw one, he could already see Alex completely fed up with him in a couple of months. He could also see himself laying in a deep Samba-shaped crater created by whatever the hell energy coated Alex's arm and body.
"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine, this is nothing, I have dealt with worse before." Samba settled for saying as his shoulders hunched and his body slowly slunk down, ready to jump at any minute now. He was just waiting for something, to what he didn't know but as soon as he would feel it he'd react as fast as lightning.
Or at least, he hoped so, he'd settle for breaking the sound barrier.
As he inspected his enemy he did a Ki scan upon that strange energy, blinking suddenly at what his readings were telling him. The energy felt wrong to him like it was part of something uncontrollable, like a caged beast, just pacing inside its cell and watching the outside world with eerily intelligent eyes, waiting for the chance that it would be set free and lay havoc in its way and all those that stood upon it. As Alex used that strange energy it made him wince, it was barely there before it was gone, but Samba's eyes caught it and made him wonder about the origins of this energy, and if it was safe to use considering that Alex didn't seem to be phased by it.
Or if he was, he was making a very good job at masking his emotions.
"Yeah..." Samba nodded absently, his head not at all there as he was still deep in thought before shaking his head and gave the human before him his full attention. "I mean yes, full use of our powers, and no attempt to kill each other. We can beat our asses black and blue if we want. But once something yields then it is over." Samba made sure that his voice was calm and easily understood.
He wouldn't want for any of them to leave this place with blood on their hands just because a friendly match between two people turned for the worse all of the sudden.
"Alright, let's start with the very basic..." Samba trailed off as he concentrated Ki in the palm of his hand, and with a small burst of energy, a ball of Ki began to form, slowly growing bigger and bigger until it was the size of a beachball. "Ki Blasts. Full Moon Cannon!" With the name of his technique spoken the Wolf Zoanthrope threw the ball of concentrated energy at the Human, but he just didn't stand there like an open target once he threw it, instead he darted sideways and started to pelt Alex with a small barrage of ki blast to keep him busy. Summary: Is a bit freaked out at Alex's energy and how effective his death glare is. Starting the match by using [N1]Full Moon Cannon ( 2838PL in possible damage) and gave the all clear to give it their all in this spar, but without going for the killing blow.
KP: 2/3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 18:26:25 GMT
The human was curious about this fellow that stood before him. Alexander hadn't had much communication with Zoanthropes before. His parents hadn't exactly been the biggest on dealing with them, but he had wondered just why they were different than humans and so far, he almost felt like Samba was more human than he himself was. Alex had always had a bit of a disconnect between himself and his emotions. According to the tests taken when he was younger, he was not, in fact, a sociopath, but he was quite reserved about things, and that tended to rub a lot of people the wrong way.
"That sounds fine," Alexander said with a small nod toward the other. "I'd hate for your hand to get in the way of a duel of this sort," he said with the barest hint of a smirk. There was one thing that Alexander did truly enjoy and that was the art of combat. Anything that he could do, as a young child, to instigate fights with the other children in the neighborhood had been exactly what had landed him in training with Fudendrenk. "Let me know if it acts up- I'll limit myself accordingly," he spoke, having a bit of an odd sense of honor in how he fought.
He watched as Samba's stance lowered, and the green-eyed gaze of Alexander took it in, watching it for strengths, weaknesses, and any sort of interesting bit of information. The man's style looked almost animalistic, like he was ready to pounce on something should it come near. He found that...interesting. His own style was reserved, refined and rather stiff, all things considered. Seeing something a little more free-formed like Samba's piqued his curiosity. Perhaps he would train with this one more often, solely to get a better grasp of how he moved and apply it to his own style.
The strange power that radiated from Alexander's right arm, he was certain Samba could sense, and judging from just how intently the wolf-man's eyes were on his arm, he could tell that he was...either intrigued about it or scared of it, or both. Alex knew that he was both of those things- he still had not yet discovered its origin beyond what Ayumu had told him was the Void. He did not know what that meant at all. He hadn't thought it too dangerous originally, but the more time he spent with this power, the more he felt...afraid of it. Not to mention the constant, unending pain that blossomed from his right arm when he utilized it, but he was unfortunately used to pain, after what Ayumu had put him through.
The response too was distracted, and Alexander could tell that Samba was intrigued. He would have to discuss it with him afterward. Perhaps a new outlook on it might give him some idea on how it might be used. "Understood," Alexander spoke as the other finally addressed him completely. "I'm completely fine with those terms," he spoke, offering the other a small nod. He had no urge to maim anyone. "We'll avoid general Saiyan female insanity," he said, sharing another ghost of a smirk with Samba at the roundabout mention of Arias.
Alexander watched as the other begin to ready himself, pulling ki from his body and forming it into a small sphere of ki which gradually began to expand. "Show me what you've got," Alex responded, giving the other a serious look, all mirth gone from his features as he watched Samba's attack begin. At the announcement of the attack name, Alexander's right arm tensed, and he found it hungry, needy. As it approached, Alexander did not move, unlike Samba's movements. The smaller ki blasts struck him and he felt them, the irritants not distracting him as he guarded his face and vitals with his left before the Full Moon Blast drew close.
At that point, Alexander thrust his right arm outward, slamming his palm into it. The ethereal, wisp-like shadows that covered his arm engulfed the ki, devouring it, reducing it to nothing more than a strange, grey liquid that splashed on the ground at Alexander's feet, burning through the grass and dirt as ki would have before he turned his gaze to Samba. "I like what you've got," Alexander responded as the strange glow faded from his hand. He'd needed to use the energy of the void that he'd been gathering to nullify that attack, as he had done with his own with Ninjin in the mountains.
He lunged forward then, letting the glow fade from his arm as he approached the wolf zoanthrope, his body twisting as he hopped just a bit upon drawing closer to him. His left foot struck the ground and his body continued to pivot on it, digging his heel into the ground for support as he fired his right leg out like a bullet, aiming to bruise or break a rib, if he could, with that powerful kick.
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tl;dr - Noticed Samba's curiosity of his energy, made fun of Arias, blocked with Ki Guard and used a Hwoarang-style kick. Ki Guard used - 5457 PL 'Dodge' used to negate the incoming Attack (1 KP)
KP 2/3
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Post by Samba on Mar 26, 2016 23:49:42 GMT
Samba chuckled at the jab against their mutual bad acquaintance, he would have tapped the male on the back for making such a nice jab on someone's behavior but the reminder from before crossed his mind and he thought better of it, besides the battle was just starting so he better put all his attention upon it, less he found himself caught quite off guard by his own ineptitude.
Samba blanched in surprise when his attack was completely nullified by the strange energy that coated Alex's body, especially that arm of his. He blinked and looked slightly down at the patched of burned grass whee the strange grey liquid splashed, and couldn't help but sweatdrop at how the ground continued to sizzle even through the dirt and ground with a hunger that startled him a little. He looked back up at Alex, feeling how the bead of sweat enlarged slightly and he forced a smile across his muzzle. "Well damn, that energy of yours is certainly something else, Alex." Though never in a million years did he wanted to get burned by that strange aura, something told him that it wouldn't be pretty.
Kudos to Alex for having somehow acquired this strange power of his, if he managed to completely tame it then he was sure that the human would be a force to be reckoned with.
His muscles tensed as the male launched himself at him, and he was fairly surprised at the speed in which the human dashed across the fields with, he brought his crossed arms to bear up when the male planted his left foot on the ground, twisted around, and struck his crossed arms with a bruising kick, the impact shook his arms and made an electrifying sensation course through them. He grunted as he skidded back a few feet, his feet still planted on the ground and leaving deep trenches in its wake.
"Ow!" Samba flailed his slightly numb arms and stared at Alex with widened eyes. "That stung!" For emphasis the male waved his arms again, finally getting some feelings back into them. "It's my turn!" The male shifted his foot before dashing forward at the human, he cocked his right arm back and seemed to be ready to launch it as soon as he got close, but it was a trick as he instead attacked with his left arm quite suddenly to perhaps catch Alex off guard, he would follow that up by twisting sharply and aiming an elbow strike at the male's chest to leave him breathless. Summary: Laughed at the jab against a certain female Saiyan, blanched at how easily that strange energy dealt with his attack, blocked Alex's powerful kick and retaliated with a few hits of his own to test the waters now that Ki Blasts was used.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 18:51:06 GMT
As the grey liquid finished its descent, Alexander shook his arm a moment. he would never admit aloud that Samba's blast had actually caused his arm to numb a bit, but the zoanthrope might be able to pick up on that from those slight movements with his right arm. "It's not my energy," he explained simply. He wasn't certain if he was going to go into a full-out explanation with Samba about She Who Watches or not, but if the zoanthrope continued to prod, he would certainly be willing to do so. "It's the power of a pact that I made some weeks ago. I'm still struggling to get control over it but so far it's quiet...helpful," he finished, his arm tensing again, letting the power flare up again around his arm.
He wondered if he would be able to tame it fully at some point. He had a feeling that no matter what he did, there was always going to be that unpredictability there, something that would always make him hesitate to use his power to his full ability. But even so, he couldn't stop trying. There had to be some way to control this might, and he wondered if he might setup another visit with She Who Watches to see if he could ask her. She'd already wanted to know if he accepted her power, which he had, and now he had to see about the next step in that rise to strength. But this spar now was doing well to show him his limits...he just needed to make sure he didn't over-extend himself.
The kick had done its due diligence- his style focused on singular, powerful strikes rather than combinations, and the fact that he'd been able to knock back the much larger Samba was good, in his eyes. He gave a small smirk toward the other. "Good. It was supposed to," he responded, showing a bit of friendly competition here. Samba was a rather open, honest fellow from what he'd seen of him and Alex didn't dislike his presence. He preferred it to the others that he'd met so far, though the human was withdrawn enough that tossing the word 'friend' around might be a little too much, at this stage. Still, he was a worthwhile companion, for certain.
Samba announced his counter attack and Alex moved, switching from an offensive stance to a defensive one, his emerald eyes watching Samba in all of his movements, wanting to be certain he knew what was coming. The right arm was pulled back, and Alex subtly shifted ki to his left, ready to block the incoming strike (Alex did not believe in dodging). However, the sudden left did in fact catch Alexander off-guard, striking him across the jaw before the elbow hit home as well, sending Alex tumbling backward from the combination.
His back hit the ground, but as his body rolled, his eyes opened and he slammed his void-covered hand into the ground as he righted himself, his fingers digging into the ground as his movement away from Samba decelerated until he had stopped. Standing slowly, Alexander gave a small sound. "A feint. I hadn't expected such from you," he spoke, which was true. The openness that Samba displayed normally had caused Alexander to believe he would fight with the same amount of honor but feints and subterfuge had become a part of Samba's style too, it seemed. "I'll keep that in mind," he spoke, before he cracked his neck. "You showed me something interesting...let me show you something," he responded.
The void that covered his right arm began to creep upward to his shoulders, then. The strange, ephermal energy twisted and writhed as it covered his upper back and Alex gave a small grunt as he focused that power into a secondary pair of 'arms' that looked to be more tendrils than anything else. Thin though they were, they almost certainly would have a great deal of power within them. "Now then...where were we?" he spoke as he darted forward toward Samba. His additional arms began to glow as they gathered power, leaving his main arms free to fight. His footsteps stuttered as he drew close, lifting his foreleg high into the air to drop it down upon Samba in an axe kick. If blocked, he would push off of Samba's arms to flip backward away. If not, he would dart out after the attack had landed before his secondary arms fired a burst of raw Void energy at the zoanthrope.
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tl;dr- Opened conversation about the Void, showed some humor, used Void Tendrils (Four Witches) and followed with a Void Bolt after a kick.
KP - 2/3 Void Bolt: 1882 PL Attack @ Samba
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Post by Samba on Mar 31, 2016 2:07:14 GMT
"Not... your energy...?" Samba tilted his head slightly to the side, curiosity and interest lacing his voice and posture. He wondered if it was okay to ask how exactly did the male came to possess such a power at his disposal, it seemed to be a rather intrusive question to ask, considering that they weren't friends and Alex certainly didn't owe him anything to warrant a truthful response.
And yet the male spoke willingly about it without any prompt, perhaps his curiosity had finally won the male over? "I... see. That's interesting. Only some weeks ago and you've come so far with it..." Samba hummed under his breath, filling that thought for later considering they were currently in the middle of a friendly battle, there would be a time and place to ask for a full detailed explanation if the male was still willing to talk about it.
He guessed that with his fight the young man would see the current limits of how far he could push this strange power. The Wolf Zoanthrope took no offense on the fact that he might be what could be called a guinea pig to test Alex's mettle with if one looked at the situation from a different angle.
He pushed the thought aside as he watched his feint working and his true attacks harm the male slightly, sending him backward and to the ground, creating a bit of a breathing room for the two of them at the same time. He watched impassively as the male righted himself by using his hand coated in the strange energy, and his ears twitched as they caught the male's quiet muttering. He wondered if he should explain himself toward the male, considering that Alex had opened up a bit about that strange power of his, in the end, the Wolf Zoanthrope settled back onto his fighting stance while replying to the male. "Years ago, back in my hometown, I learned how to fight with honor, how to be chivalrous and determined into whatever I set my sights into. But then after a while, my naive way of thinking was severely cracked after I blindly trusted someone that I knew and grew up with alongside many others. And after that, I learned that honor was all well and good but when it comes to walking away with your life intact or bleeding out on the ground, cunning and deceit are the better part of valor."
He narrowed his eyes as the male seemed ready to begin the match once again, his eyes carefully followed that strange energy as it twisted and coiled upward to Alex's shoulders and most of his back from the angle he was seeing from. He wondered what the male was exactly planning to do, and, sure enough, his answer came not a moment too soon. "What." Samba gaped at the strange technique the male was deploying, it seemed that he could will that strange energy into a myriad of uses thus far, first something of a barrier of some kind and now to summon ethereal arms from the nether.
"Cool." Samba breathed in slight awe at the strange technique, and almost got his head kicked open for his troubles, the male had only just enough time to raise up his arms in a defense position to block the powerful kick from cracking against his skull. He grunted slightly before pushing the male away, only to quickly have that strange energy blow up in his face and pushing him backward and to the ground. Using the momentum the male quickly rolled with it and quickly stood up, his hand already open and charging a Full Moon Cannon ready to fire at will.
With a flick of his hand the Zoan threw the ball of energy at Alex, but he didn't stop there as he quickly jumped up high and rolled in mid-air, thrusting a leg out he aimed to descend upon Alex with a powerful heel drop kick upon the male's head. Summary: Spoke about his past with Alex and was amazed at the strange techniques that this Void could offer, after a Void Bolt exploded in his face he retaliated by firing another [N1]Full Moon Cannon ( 2838PL in possible damage) and descended upon Alex with a powerful heel drop kick.
KP: 2/3
@alexandervoss
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2016 19:44:49 GMT
The curiosity that Samba seemed to show at Alexander's words was something that he had been beginning to anticipate. He was slowly getting used to conversation with the zoanthrope, and had begun to predict when that curious nature would emerge. This allowed him to pre-emptively provide that information in order to stifle the conversation a bit. Not that he had any problem speaking with the zoanthrope, but Alexander approached conversation much like he did martial arts, and that he needed to know where his opposite was going to go, and beat him to that proverbial punch. As Samba continued, offering a statement that wasn't so much a question as it was a statement, Alex wasn't certain if the zoanthrope was subtly requesting more information from him. “It's not anything I'm particularly proud of. I would have wished to come this far on my own power but such is not the case, it seems,” he spoke, rolling his shoulder slightly. “My own growth had completely stagnated, and in order to keep progressing, I chose the path that led me to this destination,” he spoke, his gaze on the other. He recalled his talk with Ninjin about paths, both obscured and clear, and it was due to that talk that he'd chosen to step into that unseen future, and he was feeling his way out, changing day by day to arrive at where he was now. During his recovery, Samba had since began to regale Alex with his own story. It was something that he honestly had not expected in the least, given the zoanthrope's nature. He had expected something a little more...rugged, for some reason. He imagined that the network of scars that traversed Samba's body were then, in part or in total, due to the events that had changed his outlook on life. Chivalry was something that Alexander had mildly understood, and he had his own outline for how he was going to make it through life, and his own internal moral code that he did not believe he would have any real point at breaking. Yet even so, he found that Samba's story was something interesting, like a knight of the old stories his father used to tell. One that had been wronged enough that his beliefs were no longer the most sacred thing...but he had not fallen from grace. He still seemed to be a thoroughly good person, though Alexander couldn't be sure, from the short time that they'd interacted. He wondered if there were any secrets that the zoanthrope was hiding somewhere in his past. Of course, Alexander had no right to see or know about them, but that didn't stop him from being...curious. Perhaps the zoanthrope was rubbing off on him more than he'd thought. The extra pair of arms was something that seemed to both surprise and impress Samba, which Alexander took a little delight in as he launched the Void Bolt at his sparring partner. The attack had struck home, but it didn't seem to have fazed the zoanthrope at all. He gave a small grunt as he saw the Full Moon Cannon headed his way. He had already used the built up Void energy on launching the void bolt, and now he didn't have any for defense. Alexander moved, folding his arms over his chest, and the void arms over his face. The attack slammed into him, sending him stumbling backward, and he gave a small grunt as he felt the smoke lifting up off his arms. He glanced forward, noting that Samba was nowhere to be seen. He was about to glance to the side when he saw the shadow moving across the ground and glanced up, giving a low hiss as he saw the attack coming down, seeming to copy his previous attack. Alexander lifted his arms, both sets, performing that cross-block as Samba had a moment before. He felt a sharp pain in his right arm from the impact, and the Void arms wavered a moment, before he thrust Samba away as he stumbled backward, giving a low grunt, his body shuddering from the impact. “Not bad,” he grunted as he shook out his right arm. “Coming from two directions at once...that's a neat trick.” He closed his eyes for a moment as he forced the two void arms to descend over his own arms, covering both with the void. “Let me show you something similar,” he responded, before he thrust them out to the side. The void energy flared outward in a pair of blasts that arced outward, before both heading toward Samba. “There's a great deal more that this power can do; allow me to show you!” Alexander called out, showing a bit of emotion for the first time: enjoyment of the battle. -- tldr; talked a bit more about the void, interested in Samba's past. used Void Volley (3764 PL Samba ) starting to enjoy himself (gasp!) KP: 0/3
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Post by Samba on Apr 3, 2016 1:20:40 GMT
Samba tilted his head slightly to the side as he observed Alex once more take his Full Moon Cannon head on by merely folding his arms over his chest and used the new arms made of that strange energy to cover up his face as another fold of defense against his attack. So far he had not seen Alex dodge at least once in this battle thus far, all he had done was block or counterattack against whatever he threw at him, and it was starting to arouse his interest once again. "Do you not believe in dodging, or something?" Samba asked and then winced at the possible rude way that his question could be taken. "Is just. So far you haven't dodged any of my techniques or attacks, and it was making me curious." The male admitted with a quiet chuckle, his stance once more lowered as he prepared to make another assault against the male, aiming to perhaps use this newfound knowledge of his advantage.
The tall wolf zoan grunted as his heel drop kick connected solidly with the male's arms, both sets of them at once to be exact. It clearly offered the defense necessary for Alex to withstand that punishing blow, but it seemed that it was enough to put a strain on the male's arms and to slightly destabilize those arms made of that strange energy.
He had jumped clear away to give themselves a bit of a breathing room when his attack connected, landing solidly back on his own two feet the male regarded Alex with curious eyes. "Thanks for the compliment, I must say you are also surprisingly resilient, most normal humans like the thieves I encounter in the mountains usually drop unconscious with such a blow like that." Then again they WERE normal bandits, after all, it was rare to find one or two that could use their Ki and those were really such a disappointment that it didn't even made a good spar for him anyway.
His eyes narrowed as he watched what the male planned to do next, that strange energy was recalled back and cover the male arms, coating them with that energy for whatever the male was planning to do next. He had his answer soon enough when the male flung his arms to the side and immediately a pair of blasts emerged from his palms, shooting forward and arching across to hit him both two different directions at the same time!
Samba gritted his teeth as he realized that he wouldn't be able to charge another Full Moon Cannon in quite such a short time as he has right now, and quickly decided to take a page from Alex's book, but modifying it slightly to fit his purposes. With a dash the male ran full speed at the blasts that were heading his way, and before the impact happened he quickly crossed his arms and protected his face. There was a small explosion as the Ki blasts collided with their target, rising up a few dust clouds in its wake.
But a shadowy shape emerged from the dust cloud with a leap, a fist cocked back and ready to plant it firmly on the male's cheek, and to make sure it had that extra oomph in it the male coated his fist with his Ki, a blueish aura surrounding his fist as a result. "I'm not out of this fight yet!" Samba stated with determination, his form was slightly sizzling with smoke and parts of his attire were ripped and torn in places, showing that behind his bluff the Zoan had sustained quite a few injuries by the stupid stunt he just pulled. Summary: Questioned Alex about why he doesn't dodge at all thus far, took Void Volley (3764PL in damage) head on like a complete idiot and aimed to deck @alexandervoss across the face with a Ki empowered fist. Which in layman terms means just a normal attack flavored with some Ki <-<. Thusly he regains 1KP from not using any techniques this turn.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2016 3:36:54 GMT
Alexander paused at Samba's question. It wasn't an odd question, really. Alexander had just never been particularly fond of avoiding attacks when he could take them head on. It was something that Fudendrenk had never particularly cared for in his style, and yet he would continue to do so. ANd so that rather infectious curiosity that came from the zoanthrope was something that caused Alexander to pause a little. Was it so strange that he didn't avoid attacks? He supposed people often did, from what he recalled. He hadn't really considered himself on the outside in that capability, but he supposed that was a very good point. One that he felt he should address.
"It's less a belief, and more of an application of power," he spoke, the attacks being launched a second later. It seemed that Samba was going to attempt to do what he was doing and block the attack rather than attempt to avoid it. He couldn't help but to give a small smirk of amusement at the fellow attempting to just take it head on. Doing so without a plan was a quick recipe to getting yourself beaten up...and as the wolf man emerged from the cloud of smoke, that simply verified Alexander's path of thought. He could see that, even though the attack had done a fair bit of damage Samba, the large wolf fellow was still on the warpath toward him. The ki flared up around his limbs as the man moved, and Alexander watched, curious at that type of attack.
He moved to ready himself for a block for the incoming strike. His body tensed as he felt the attack come in, and it slammed hard against his arms. The ki singed the material of his coat as it pushed him backward a few steps, and he held his position. "And this is what I mean," he spoke as he darted in, the distance between himself and Samba already negligible, but now it was even less as Alexander closed the distance, moving to slam an elbow into the wolf's sternum in return for the attack that he'd just taken. He didn't bother to stick around- Samba was larger than he was, and stronger, and a solid hit unprotected might take him down to his knees.
Alexander darted backward, falling into the same lack-of-stance that he had before, rolling out his shoulder. "Avoiding an attack puts you at a disadvantage. You have to contort your body, and it breaks your center of gravity. You lose power in the return attack," he continued, explaining his stance on this. "Unless you are remarkably fast, you're going to sacrifice a great deal of time, and if your foe is quicker, then they may be able to react before you can deliver a counterattack." He paused then, holding out his right hand, which still held that strange Void aura around it. "But if you can stop them in their tracks, you can easily make them regret attacking you."
He gave a small smirk then, one that was actually visible to Samba. "Beyond that, it can be a rather devastating blow to your opponent's morale. Avoiding an attack invigorates them, to think that they are strong enough that you have to avoid their attacks, lest you be defeated. However, by merely blocking it, and putting on a show of little-to-no effort...you can break their morale, their confidence, and all of their continued attacks become either more wild and reckless in an attempt to overpower you, or they become withdrawn and frightened, uncertain of their own power," he continued, speaking for perhaps the longest time he had in quite awhile.
His body coiled back then, now that he'd finished his lecture. "Of course, how you fight is entirely up to you," he spoke as he darted in, his arms still stinging from where Samba's fist had connected. He moved similarly to how he had before, as if he had planning to throw out another thrust kick, but instead shifted his stance again, throwing out a body blow toward Samba's abdomen. This was another style that he'd taken upon himself, and that was to damage his opponent's body, rather than go for the face and skull. Doing so wore down their stamina, endurance, and as core's strength fell, so did the strength of their blows, which allowed him to block their attacks all the easier.
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tl;dr- Answered the non-dodge question, attempted to block the ki-punch, earning some pain in his arms for his trouble. He then gave a big lecture, and returned fire with a punch of his own.
KP 1/3
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Post by Samba on Apr 5, 2016 0:18:59 GMT
Samba felt his breath leaving his body with a woosh as that elbow knocked cleanly with the center of his chest, the tall Zoan taking a few steps back and holding his bruised area with a hand as he tried to regain his breath back, as he got himself back together he listened with half an ear to Alex's lecture, explaining why dodging could be detrimental to one's way of fighting and how simply just letting yourself get hit by your enemy's attacks could be used as psychological warfare against them, letting them believe you are much stronger and thus shaking their psyche to battle efficiently against you.
Samba's chest rose up and down as he watched that smirk form on the human's features, he could see now how he had easily fallen into that same mindset that Alex was explaining, he had believed that if Alex could do the same for him then he could obviously do the same, and thus it landed him on more problems that it was worth. He had acted reckless, he had let his wild impulses drive his body instead of using tactics and his intelligence to fight back efficiently against the human.
Oh if his Father could see him right now, he'd give him such a tongue lashing. He winced at the mere thought, and for Alex, the wince might probably have been Samba reacting against the throbbing ache in his chest instead of reminiscing on the past. As the male spoke he idly realized that this has been the most that he had heard the male speak thus far, back in the lake he had been a man of a few words, just using the necessary breath to speak his opinion without wasting time or effort for idle talk.
"... Heh." The male chuckled, growling slightly as the pain stung because of it. "You're speaking more now than before, and you're clearly enjoying yourself with this fight, that's good." So it seemed that he was rubbing on the empowered human with his own quirks, he guessed that was fine, the male needed to talk more instead of appearing like a stone statue on the outside with that gaze of his. He finally shook those thoughts away when Alex finally seemed to get ready for another round, and the Zoanthrope duly followed suit by entering his own fighting stance, though he still appeared weakened from that last attack, he was still determined enough to see this battle till the end.
He realized just before he could react that Alex actually used the same tactic that he used before, and the body checked hit it square on the abdomen, once more making Samba breathless and sending him off his feet and backward towards the ground. But as he fell the male quickly acted with fast reflexes, while in mid-air he contorted his body so he would land with his palms to the ground and with a flick of his hands and align his body just right the male threw a handstand spinning kick at the human to make him back off.
Samba didn't care if it worked or not, it should serve him enough to get some breathing room, with that done the male let himself coil down to the ground and used his hands as a mean to jump up and away from Alex and back to the air. Once he was in the air the male left himself hang there for a couple of seconds as he charged another Full Moon Cannon in one hand while he used his free hand to blast Alex with a small barrage of Ki Blast to keep him busy.
So the male believed in the concept of taking your enemies attack head on, well let Alex try this one up for size. Summary: Got Ayumu'd by Alex, made a smartass remark and countered with a handstand spinning kick to drive him off, and began to charge his [N1]Full Moon Cannon (33%-->66%) while pelting @alexandervoss with a barrage of Ki Blast to keep him busy.
KP: 2/3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2016 3:53:40 GMT
At Samba's words, Alexander could feel the smirk upon his features. It wasn't something that was common by any stretch to flit upon his features, and even less so to stay there. Yet he found himself genuinely enjoying this little sparring match. It had been awhile since he'd been able to open up and really let loose with a good fight with someone else. So much of his training had been in isolation, or commonly, with an opponent that wasn't quite at his level. He had a feeling that if he removed his weighted cloak then he and Samba would not quite be upon the same level, but for right now, he enjoyed this combat.
"I was merely answering your question- that's all," he spoke, hoping to quell the idea that Alex was 'opening up.' He didn't open up to anyone, at least he hadn't since Fudendrenk had died. This was something that he hadn't quite expected to happen, and he had to try to mask what he had done with reasoning like this. He wondered if there might be a time where he didn't have to hide all of his emotions behind that barricade that he wore as his common expression- but at the same time, he doubted it. He had been this way since he was young- meeting someone he might call friend would very likely change that in small doses, but he doubted he would ever deviate from who he truly was.
As he darted inward, he was silently elated that his attack had hit home. He hadn't known if it would have worked or not, but the illusion that he was going to throw another kick but instead use a punch seemed to have worked out in his favor. Of course, he then grew a little overconfident, and wasn't able to effectively deal with the return kick that Samba threw his way. He saw it coming too late and felt the blow connect solidly with his jaw, sending him reeling. The reaction from that was interesting, and something that he truly hadn't expected from the larger fighter. It was an acrobatic move and judging from Samba's size, he wouldn't have anticipated such a maneuver.
"Not bad," Alexander called out as he rubbed his jaw, knowing that he was certainly going to have a bruise there as soon as the blood started to pool there. That had been a hit that he hadn't expected too, which often made the biggest impacts. The deadliest punch was the one that your opponent never saw coming, according to Fudendrenk. If that hadn't been in response to getting knocked backward, Alexander was certain that kick would have floored him. The power behind it was impressive- it just had a rather poor execution given the angle and attempt to respond based on his current situation. "That nearly took my head off."
Samba went airborne then, holding himself there through his ki, causing Alexander to give a small sound as he watched. He needed to figure out how to work with flight, himself. He had been working on...something, after he'd seen Kay's departure from the lake, but he didn't really know how he was going to apply that. But he had never had much luck in the whole flight area- he found everyone else's ability to just...do so absolutely staggering. To him, it was likely the most difficult task he'd ever had to undergo. But seeing this, he became acutely aware that if Samba went, and stayed, airborne, Alex would have almost no way to hit him, aside from launching Void Bolts, which would tire him out very quickly.
Still, his Void Sense could tell that the ki was increasing within Samba as the Void in his hand decreased, indicating a charging of a technique. He wondered if there would be something more than just the same one as before, or if Samba had another trick up his sleeve that he wasn't aware of. The wolf zoanthrope had already shown a few tricks so far, and he wondered just what else the man held up his proverbial sleeves. The smattering of ki attacks that came down toward him were dangerous, but not enough for Alexander to dodge. Instead, he simply braced himself, letting the blasts crash into him, throwing up clouds of smoke and debris.
The cloud that surrounded him was suddenly blown away as a dark aura surrounded Alexander, who splayed open his fingers at Samba in an invitation. "Show me your best," he called out, a bit of instability upon his features as he looked. His pupils had dilated slightly, and while he wasn't wearing a grin, there was definitely a widening of the smirk that he wore. He simply stood, arm extended, waiting for whatever Samba had to offer. The Void was beckoning the attack onward, and Alex had become the temporary conduit for its wishes. It had influenced him, if only subtly, leading Alex to want the attack, whatever it was, at its full force.
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tl;dr- Alex going a bit tsuntsun at getting called out on enjoying the fight, before taking the kick and ki blasts. He's moved a little off his rocker, inviting in Samba's attack.
KP: 2/3
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Post by Samba on Apr 6, 2016 19:02:24 GMT
Samba smirked at Alex's flustered reaction, quiet laughter spilling from his lips at how easily it had been to embarrass the empowered human, all he had said was that he was opening up and acting more friendlyish and suddenly the brown-haired, green-eyed human did an about face. It was amusing and a breath of fresh air amiss their intense fighting, but like all good things they must come to an end, so the Wolf Zoanthrope focused on the here and now.
There would be time for amicable banter or chitchat once this battle was over, and it seemed to be drawing to a close soon. He was already feeling tired from using so much Ki thus far and by the blows that throbbed across his burly body. They would ache once they started to heal, but it was nothing that he hadn't experienced before in the past, in fact, it was merely a slight annoyance compared to the injuries he had to purify and heal up so it wouldn't harm his body in the long run.
But even as he thought that the male quickly bantered with the young man once more, a smirk gracing his lupine features. "Perhaps you should have dodged that, hmm?" Samba teased as he kept charging his technique, he wondered how badly that attack could have become if he had coordinated his body a little better, perhaps he might have caused further injury to the human besides a badly bruised jaw?
Hm, perhaps he should start working on his hand-to-hand combat techniques if he could hit that hard... It was something to look forward to, but right now he had this little squabble to settle with Alex so he shelved that thought for later, much, much later once he could sit down and concentrate.
"Alright!" Samba stated at Alex's challenge, his smirk growing into a wild grin. "This might actually be my final attack! I used too much of my Ki already, and even floating here takes a bit of my concentration. So I hope you can tank this one!" In truth, Samba could have possibly continued to charge this technique until it couldn't be anymore, but that would take a considerable amount of time which Alex might just become bored and start to blast him with more of those blast of strange energy to bring him down from the air.
"Here we go! Full Moon Cannon!" Samba threw the slightly bigger than a beach ball Ki sphere right at Alex, the energy sphere shot down like a bullet towards its intended target, ready to explode upon impact and cause a lot of damage should it hit. Summary: Became amused at Alex's quick rebuttal, bantered a bit with the man and threw a 66% charged FMC right at Alex for 5676PL in Damage.
KP: 2/3
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