Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Jul 29, 2016 19:37:21 GMT
Massive monoliths of immense age devised of steep crags and the ever present sandstorms which made their home within the Diablo desert while not the most scenic of spots was one in which the Ahriman was prone to exploring for the sake of rumination over the various ins and outs of the social atmosphere surrounding HELL and the prodigious rivals that came into being.
Perhaps it was how the desert air tasted especially arid or how the the sun beat down onto the reflective crystalline sand as if to purposely shine directly into her vision, but Angra felt particularly irritated with the very prospect of existence. Whether this bid well for any who crossed her path was to be seen, yet it would most certainly aid in her mood.
"Was there ever to be a day in which my fortune would bestow upon me a buffoon to pummel, this would be of the most opportune time."
PL: 6,803 [KP: 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 3:18:16 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
The sun glistened off of the snow of the northern mountains that bordered Frappe where Namorel had been taking residents. This light angled itself, reflecting off of the solid white surface that was the mountainside, directly into Namorel's cave. The brown-grey stone itself began to glow with a slight luminescence to it, this was only better accompanied by the slight glow to the water that marked portions of the cave itself. Namorel sat towards the center of this all, his green body slightly aglow from the light already reflecting within itself. IT was a few moments before he himself decided to react to the sunlight now in his abode. Rising to his feet he would stretch his arms and look out of his cave into the white wasteland before himself.
"Perhaps I need a change of scenery."
He said this to himself, knowing the only other suitable place would require him packing a large sum of water. Due to his luck however he had made water skins from some animals he found dead recently, filling them and capping them off he flew upwards, overlooking the landscape below, his ears picking up almost every sound for miles. He turned to the west, the last time he went this direction the desert itself had almost killed him, but to the south he knew there was mostly undrinkable water. After a few moments of thought he decided undrinkable water was better than no water and began to fly south bound, remembering he had come this direction on his first day on Earth, meeting Tekuma for the first time... perhaps he would ahve another interesting encounter as he flew southward.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Jul 30, 2016 4:30:35 GMT
As the sun rose to it's peak in the stars, an odorous stench permeated the arid desert landscape, it would have counted as forewarning for the demon had she the wits about herself to notice. Instead the first sign of an invader within her all too large private space was the nearly imperceptible glint of power flaring from an errant object soaring across the sky. Perhaps this was the fortuitous event the Ahriman had begged for from the elder gods above. Her arm surged forward as an errant blast of ki sped forth towards the target so far off in the distance, not meant to particularly hit nor miss it was more as a sign of nearby life.
"Perhaps it would do me well to put the lesser races in their place."
PL: 6,803 [KP: 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 9:12:16 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
He could feel the salty air rise as he passed by the ocean, remembering his first day on this planet as if it were just yesterday. He hadn't gone this far south in some time, but it was nice to get out and see more of he world. He had avoided this part of the world because of that wretched water he was flying by. It had fooled him once, and he refused to let it fool him again, instead now carrying fresh water on him in case he were to need something to drink. The water had been a beautiful sight though, not unlike that of Namek's, except that it had been blue. He had always found this to be a peculiar oddity. IT did not take long however for him to find himself in a new terrain in the south he had never seen before, and it happened to be another desert... HE sighed as this was the case and continued to fly.
"What the hell was that for?!"
Namorel's voice echoed in irritation as he narrowly dodged a ki blast fired in what seemed his immediate direction. He had heard it being fired and had plenty of time to react to it, but it still sped at him with speed he had seen from other ki blasts. It was now worth his while to investigate the force that had seemingly attempted to shoot him out of the sky, turning to had directly in the direction of the threat, narrowing his eyes and glaring towards the direction, keeping his ears trained ahead of him. He pooled enough ki into his right hand to generate the whip, hanging nearly fifteen feet below him, wavering in its green glow as he flew onward, keeping haste as he anticipated a fight ahead.
KP: 2/3 [Ki whip Activated]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Jul 30, 2016 14:10:34 GMT
It was often a trial within itself to traverse the desert plains while barefoot, something that the Ahriman rarely cared for, but now it felt as if she could not gather the pure speed required to meet this new challenger. Flying may have been the easier option in this instance but she wished to withhold her hand until the very second this other arrived. Rather her arm bent at a 90 degree angle towards the direction that her newest rival sped forth from, wisps of violet power forming into a tight ball within the very palm of her hand before growing larger.
"I hope only that you are not human before I exorcise all will to fight from your being."
It had been decades since a proper adversary had dared to rise to her stature, either through the stifling fear that permeated those lower spheres of demon society and this planet in itself was never one to fetch her interest beyond the actions of those human's whose nefarious deeds she facilitated. Perhaps in itself the unwillingness of those lesser beings to do battle with their lords was as unhealthy as should they in fact attack her.
PL: 6,803 Angra Mainyu charges Evil Impulse at 33% of 6,803 PL for 1 turn, current PL is 2200. [KP: 2/3] [One Technique in use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 16:09:49 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 10,800 [x4 Great Namek]
The ki blast had more than ticked Namorel off, his flight speed was at its maximum, allowing him to cover as much ground as he possibly could in one flight path. It would take some time before he could see his adversary on the sandy ground below. Still form this distance he could not make out a full on description of his opponent, having to keep his eyes squinted to see properly in the desert landscape without he dry air around him drying his eyes out. Various thoughts ran through his head, but for the most part they encompassed the single question of why this individual would attack him out of the blue, without any rhyme or reason to the fact, but the transgressions were inexcusible and he had to act upon them in his own manner, be it combat or merely a stern telling off.
"You will wish I were only a human when I am done with you."
Namorel smirked as he replied to the stranger before him, his sensitive ears picking up every word they spoke. He had no plans on how he would attack this stranger for their attempt to shoot him out of the sky beforehand, looking down form overhead he allowed his body to expand to a gargantuan forty feet in height, his massive stature unprecedented by any structure for miles. The whip in his hands also adjusted in size to match his body size, its length growing to a total of eighty feet and adjusting its with to his monstrous size. He then allowed himself to plummet form the sky, aimed at the stranger below, in his mind he better go big or go home on thi sone. He also began to spin the ki whip around his body rapidly, allowing for it to hit anything before his own body does so.
KP: 2/3 -> KP: 3/3 [No Techs Activated]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Jul 30, 2016 17:43:22 GMT
It was quite easy to see now what she had angered with her rash attack, something she had neither laid eyes on before nor had ever even heard whispers of within her confined and stifling home. It was not incredibly rare to come upon demons who were of incredible size, in fact it was more common than not that some giant of a long forgotten family would rampage through the desolate zones of HELL, crushing any demons or poor souls they came across in their wanton destruction.
What stood before her was similar to those spirits of destruction with the noticeable difference of his emerald skin spotted with purple lines across his arms. Perhaps this was one of the many alien races that had come to settle on Terra these past few centuries? Dirtying the minds of humans with their own poor versions of morality and subjugating her domain, whether it was truly hers or not.
Despite her want for further contemplation on just what stood before her there was more important matters to attend to such as the large whip of ki spinnin about the giant's form. Despite his increase in size and power it was doubtful he would have been able to push a great amount of it into that attack.
Angra's arm moved to point directly at the giant's chest as she finished charging her attack with as much as she could in so short a time, the air within their vicinity turning to electric shocks as the attack burst towards her opponent. Turning sand to glass instantly as it sped up towards his chest, with hope it would smash through the whip as it went.
"Are you perhaps a goblin man?"
PL: 6,803 Angra Mainyu uses Evil Impulse after charging for 2 turns at 66% PL for an attack of PL 4500 [KP: 3/3] [No Technique in use]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 1, 2016 10:28:00 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 10,800 [x4 Great Namek]
The ground seemed to come to Namorel faster than he had anticipated, his feet hitting the soft sand and shock waving the silty materials out form under his feet, he felt a soft stone beneath it supporting him from underneath. His whip had swirled back into a resting position at his side, hanging freely from his right hand as he stood there staring at his opponent. He could make out the effeminate figure of his now opponent, curious as to her purpose at attacking him previously. She seemed to be studying him to some extent, Namorel did the same back in her direction, while pulling his right arm back some, the whip skimming across the ground some as more or less sixty feet of it rested on the ground below.
It took little time before she attacked him one more, a powerful ki blast erupting from her hand, Namorel had no time to dodge it this time, so he pulled up his whip, swinging it towards the ki blast to watch as the energy merely passed through his whip and kept towards him. In the swift stroke of his hand he swiped at the blast in hopes to keep it away from himself, due to the dryness of his skin he could not tell if he was able to block the blast or merely took the force of it, but he once more pulled his whip up and using th elasticity of his arm he gave the large ki whip an extra thirty feet of movement space before rubber banding his arm to swing the gargantuan weapon at the female below him.
"Hmph, you wish."
He replied cockily. in the combat mood and more prepared to battle than to converse.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 2, 2016 17:14:29 GMT
It was truly the most perplexing and annoying of events wherein an attack which was meant to sunder apart a lesser being was treated with such disdain as to be removed without true effort. It seemed that this sudden burst of size had given the goblin a sufficient increase in power to disregard the attack of what should be considered a God in pure social difference. Perhaps this battle would take the slightest bit more effort to secure victory? It would be a great dishonor to suffer even a single injury against a lesser race.
“I suppose you aren't; goblins at the very least know their place.”
The giant swung his whip with flexibility and quickness the belied his size, impressive. As the attack soared towards her person. A hundred thoughts raced through Angra Mainyu's mind, possibilities upon endless chance on which route would insure the least damage to herself. Rather than fight this goblin at partial power though it would be best to no longer withhold her true strength.
Demonic energies courtesy of HELL itself filled the air with the acrid scent of sulfur, infusing it's darkened power with the demon. As suddenly as her opponent had increased in size so to did her power's presence within the field grow. A stifling oppression as the energies multiplied atop her own. Static charged when the whip neared, shearing through an afterimage she had left mere moments before the blow.
Reappearing behind the head of her enemy, left arm bent and outstretched, she once more charged Evil Impulse. Now the once violet energies were devoid of color, merely a distortion within the world. Without letting the attack charge she fired it at the back of her foe's head, giving him as little quarter as possible to retaliate.
“Perish! Know your place beneath my heel, goblin!”
It felt as if centuries had passed since the last instance where one was foolish enough to try their might against her own. Not since Maeve's rivalry had there been one who so persistently ignored the calls of society to combat what they saw as a foe. Perhaps if this beast survived she would allow him to continue on as an eternal servant of Mainyu. More of a pack mule truly but there was honor in serving your betters in any form.
PL: 20,400
Angra Mainyu used Demonic Will to multiply her PL by x3, and [SU] Afterimage combined with [N1] Evil Impulse as an attack.
AfterImage PL: 20,400 Evil Impulse PL: 6,700
KP: 3/3 -> 1/3 [Two Techniques in use]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2016 12:34:17 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Everything seemed to occur in an instant, as his whip drove towards her direction an increase in her power became ever more apparent to Namorel despite his inability yo sense ki in his opponents... or anyone for that matter. Energy seemed to spark around her as the whip closed in on her location, but a dead on hit was not to occur, she seemed to disappear for a moment before it became apparent that he whip had hit nothing. He did hear her behind his head and he ki blast prepare to fire, he had an idea in store that may give him a chance despite the gap in power between the two of them.
"Cool trick, let me try."
Namorel mocked as he heard the ki blast prepare to fire, he too, despite his size, he too disappeared from in front of his opponent to avoid the blast aimed at him, to reappear thirty feet back, facing her. In an instant he charged another ki whip into his free hand, but this one was held differently, wrapped instead around his hand like a makeshift glove, giving him a much more restricted range to his attack with it, but allowed him perhaps a tiny boost to his hits, if he could land any that is.
KP: 1/3 [Afterimage and another Ki Whip]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 7, 2016 18:40:51 GMT
It would seem that despite the lack of power this being held he was still capable of performing the most basic of parlor tricks such as leaving an afterimage. It was a shame that such an entertaining jester would need to be put into the ground but it was as it must be. The displacement of air behind her courtesy of his immense form was enough to allow The Ahriman privy to his location, although it was likely she would have found him had she turned even slightly.
“Capable of nothing more than imitation? How pathetic. Come, I'll refrain from even moving so you're small mind can keep track of me.”
PL: 20,400
KP: 2/3 I apologize for the long delay and short post. I've had a hectic week.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 8:26:42 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 10,800 [x4 Great Namek]
"HMph, suit yourself."
Namorel replied to the female's insistence that she remain still. He took this as an insult to his abilities. Pulling his fist back with the whip wrapped around his hand, he would launch this hand at her with full force, while sweeping his other whip in a motion diagonal on front of him, to cover as much combat area as he can, in case she do decide to move and avoid the attack. He had to prove that he was more than just some 'worthless and insignificant' being.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 10, 2016 19:42:43 GMT
Of course the inferior being would take the ruse and launch an attack, for a mere moment she had in fact worried that perhaps this goblin would see through the illusion of vulnerability and hold his attack off but as luck would have it he had not taken a precaution for any tricks up her sleeves. Static energy filled the arena as he launched towards her, the demoness unheeded of either attack as amethyst energy surrounded her body.
It had been some decades since she had last used this attack but for this purpose it would work fine. With the full power of her demonic will combined with the force multiplier that was a demon's true hatred it was almost assured that her opponent would be incapacitated.
Namorel's attack would slam into a nigh-invisible barrier of demonic energy, their blows diffusing from one another. Mere seconds after the clash the barrier would react to the introduction of foreign energy, launching the remainder of their combined power towards Namorel in the form of distortions in space, ripples in the air carrying the might of the Ahriman and aiming to slam into Namorel in the head.
“Goblin men should stick to selling fruits.”
Angra Mainyu uses [N1] Mirror Barrier to absorb and redirect Namorel's attack.
[N1] Mirror Barrier multiplies base PL x 4. [x3] + [x4] = [x7] for a PL of 47,600.
[N1] Mirror Barrier charges at 100% of PL. Angra Mainyu's [N1] Mirror Barrier launches [47,600] - [3,564] = [44,306] back at Namorel with aim to incapacitate.
Angra PL: 47,600 Mirror Barrier PL: 47,600 Redirected Attack PL: 47,600 - 3,564 = 44,306
KP: 1/3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2016 18:56:06 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 10,800 [Great Namek x4]
Namorel watched as his whip was merely absorbed by what appeared to be some sort of shield around the woman. Now he understood, but thought it s cheap method to get an attack in on one’s opponent, instead preferring if she would have attacked him directly instead. He watched as the blast headed in his direction, jumping to accept the shot into the chest, but before letting the blast render him unconscious spoke a few words to the woman.
”Don’t think you could have dealt with me in real combat if that is all you resorted to?”
These words would escape his mouth with vindication towards the woman who had attacked him for no reason. Her actions would deserve no respect from the namekian warrior, instead igniting a fire of disdain towards her actions as it was a cowardly sort of a fight in his opinion, even if today was not the day; he had put her on his list of people he would teach true combat to. A smirk would come across his face as he fainted, with the sun narrowly avoiding him thanks to a plateau offering him shelter from it.
KP: 3/3 [No Tech in Use]
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Angra Mainyu
Newcomer
PL: 6,803
Demonic Will (x3), Makyo Star (x8)
Zeni: 3,085
Tag: @medea
Posts: 44
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Post by Angra Mainyu on Aug 16, 2016 22:21:51 GMT
While perhaps it was an incredibly cheap and dirty way to secure victory over the alien it was the also the easiest as simply beating him down over and over would have merely resulted in them both being tired, and more likely she would have had to remove a few limbs from his person. Perhaps a much more gratifying way to win in the end but not one she would have been likely to truly enjoy. Already the weakness of her opponent had begun to frustrate the demon along with the fact that he was just strong enough to tank the impacts of her attacks.
"What ever gave you the idea that a demon would resort to true combat, welp? Challenge me again when you learn how to win and not how to fight."
She spoke coldly to the unconscious body before lifting off the ground and rocketing away from the scene. This had been a good practice to relieve the building stress with The Ahriman and allow her to once again perform her normal duties with little want of just obliterating the humans that bothered her. Perhaps in time the goblin would grow strong enough to challenge her but as he was that time was a ways off.
Exit Thread - Zeni Please
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