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Post by Samba on Aug 15, 2016 21:01:36 GMT
| NEVER GIVING UP I'M A ZOAN WARRIOR TAG @tokoz | KI POINTS 3/3 | WORDS 490 | POWER LEVEL 156,278 |
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felt like weeks, nay perhaps months since that time @tokoz appeared out of nowhere in some sort of teleportation ability, the tree-like being was kind and calm at first but as time went on it was clear that there was a burning inferno just simmering beneath the surface, it was palpable when Walker spoke about Bing Gan, the Kami of Earth controlled as a puppet fought against Reikiko, a dear friend of Walker that unfortunately perished back in Vegeta. "Then I poured my heart out to a complete stranger." Samba deadpanned to himself with a self-deprecating chuckle leaving his lips. If someone asked him why he did so he wouldn't be able to give you an answer besides the fact that he needed to unload the stress that he had begun to feel piling up on his shoulders. At least that worked out for the fact that Walker... somehow someway used some sort of juju to get inside his mind and break through the locks keeping his strength at bay, the feeling of so much power running through his veins was almost too much to bear, he wasn't ashamed to admit that at the beginning he dropped to his knees while learning how to properly control it. "The power to achieve your beliefs is there, if you are willing to never cease in your quest to attain it." Those words rang through his mind for the last couple of weeks after Walker helped him achieve his newfound power, at the beginning he thought that he was invincible, that no one could touch him and that the sky was no longer the limit for someone like him. He was naive, he was stupid, he was a fool. He felt them, some weeks ago after that, Walker's humongous energy fighting against what he know knew belonged to Zucceta's energy signature, their battle... it was almost awe inspiring how two titans met and fought each other to the bitter end. He wanted desperately to go there, confront the woman for all the misery her people put him through when they invaded Earth and yet... Knees shaking like they were made of spaghetti and not of tightly corded muscle, Samba's body refused to answer any of his calls as he stood there rooted to the ground like a helpless cub instead of the man he was supposed to be. As such, that sense of hesitation that he thought he got rid off not too long ago came back with a vengeance, and Samba wasn't prepared to deal with it. "What am I suppose to do now? I'm in the Wild Hunt since the Galactic Patrol disbanded, Beryl having to take care of important business elsewhere... but I haven't done anything while in this faction, let alone met the others that form it."Staring blankly towards the distance with a faraway look, the Zoanthrope sighed to himself. "I wish I knew what to do now..." ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2016 19:33:49 GMT
From beside him, the tree shrugged. "I would not worry overmuch about the lack of activity. Things have been awkward of late, and I have been lax in consolidating the Hunt as it stands." He had quietly moved up beside Samba, through a combined use of his flight, and his portals. Oddly enough, his new transformation had resulted in him becoming quite silent, as even his voice was without sound now. Telepathy sufficed for that task.
Settling down into a cross-legged stance that nonetheless failed to touch the ground, he looked over at Samba. "The galaxy is at a bizarre crossroads at the moment. The wish on the Dragonballs is fast approaching, Zuccetta has stood down... It's as though everyone is holding their breaths for something." It was a little unsettling, honestly. Before, it had been clear where the threats came from. Now, there was a void, and he could not easily predict from what direction, or to what degree, a strike would come. He almost preferred it when there was a concrete target. Still, given recent events on Konats, it seemed prudent to keep an eye out. SSE troops, warlords like Plato... little nuisances. Perhaps he should have caught Samba's attention for that. He had reason to hate Arias as well, after all. Encouraging that hate to burn like a flame was likely a poor choice, though. Better that it chill into distaste and pragmatism about the stubborn Saiyaness.
Either way, it would be good to inform him of what occurred. "Recently, I headed to Konats. I'm not sure if you know about the Konatsian, Plato, who was living on Earth until a few months ago, but apparently he affected a coup. Not long after, a Saiyan named Carva and his mate went there to conquer the planet in the name of the SSE." He paused.
"The mate, I suspect you will be unsurprised to learn, was Arias. Suffice to say, things grew complex, but in the end, Carva and Arias both were killed, Arias by my hand, a half-saiyan forced my hand by threatening my child, and I left the planet. An android of some sort was also there to stop the SSE, and remained to provide aid to the victims of Plato's coup." Was there anything else important.... Oh yes. "Presto, one of the other Wild Hunt members, has managed to get quite a bit stronger, so that's good."
It was something, anyway. Wild Hunt was a new idea, something that did not even have a proper symbol as of yet. Still, it had resulted in the freeing of Konats, even if Walker was a bit worried about the motives Presto had. She had been heading to Konats for some reason, and he feared that it was a bit more predatory than was acceptable. Bastion seemed infatuated with the Majin, but he would have to keep an eye on her. "Well, Samba, that aside.. what do you seek? I invited you into Wild Hunt because I thought it would be a good fit, but I'd hate to have you be here with no cause. I envisioned us as a successor to the old GP, people that could hunt down those like Arias before they cause more pain."
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Post by Samba on Aug 20, 2016 1:17:09 GMT
| NEVER GIVING UP I'M A ZOAN WARRIOR TAG @tokoz | KI POINTS 3/3 | WORDS 807 | POWER LEVEL 156,278 |
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eyes widened slightly when he heard the voice of the talking treeman right beside him, was he too far into his thoughts that he didn't sense the Bio-android's presence at all? "Okay, first of all? You're like a ninja with how silent you can be, it's equal parts awesome and... eerie." Shivering for dramatic measure the dark-furred Zoan side-eyed Walker with a small smile tickling his muzzle. It quickly disappeared at the mention of Zucceta's name, his smile being replaced by a small snarl. "Zucceta... I still want to punch her face in." His fist clenched by his side and he lifts it up to stare at it in slight contemplation. "I've gotten so strong since I set out of my ruined village in search of power, and yet..." He narrowed his eyes as his fist tightened, his claws piercing the skin of his palm and drawing blood. "My strength is nothing compared to hers, or from some of the SSE or other powerful threats that endanger the galaxy..." Relaxing his hand and letting it drop back to his side the Zoan took a deep breath before blowing it harshly through his nose. "I don't trust her." His voice was firm and calm, the anger from before seemingly disappearing, or more like hiding just underneath the surface once again. "She destroyed so many planets, she and her people ruined so many lives..." Samba turned slightly so he could give Walker his undivided attention, it also helped to keep the male in his sight as he said next. "That can't just be all thrown away like 'that'," Snapping his fingers, the male's voice turned bitingly derisive. "Just because you literally wish it away."He fell silent next, apparently thinking things through long and hard before exhaling. "But— it's a start. If she has truly changed-- Which I still don't believe by the way, then... I'll give her the benefit of the doubt." Crossing his arms over his furred chest the male cocked a brow. "Though I reserve full right to tell each and every one that fell for it a big, fat 'I fucking knew it!' if she double-cross us." Was it pessimistic of him to believe that someone would always be evil and not turn a new leaf? Perhaps, but he was being realistic here until proven otherwise he'd still remain weary of the Saiyan Queen no matter the circumstances. Hell, she being on the same planet which she tried to conquer was bad enough, having her anywhere near those wish granting spheres of legend was a nightmare waiting to happen. Silence fell moments later, only to be broken by Walker's tale; hackles rising the Zoan growled lowly at the back of his throat. "Hopefully, she stays dead this time..." Samba closed his eyes and couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips. "You know, it's funny. Daika was Arias' first 'mate' and he'd have done anything to make sure she was fine, he risked his life fighting alongside me, and Arias by default, when Dr. Breech Aris decided to test his little tin cans against the population of Earth. If you wanted you could do that magic trick and take a plunge into my memories for that exact moment if you're curious, heh..." Opening his eyes the male's expression grew cold. "She dares to throw that in his face by leaving the earth and then getting romped with another male? Bah." Looking aside the Zoan spit on the ground, his voice clearly heard with his disgust. "Tell me," Samba looked at Walker after a second or two passed. "Who were the Hybrid and the Android that were on Konats?" He wondered if it was anyone he knew, the only half-Saiyan he had known so far, and not in person, was one of the members of the Galactic Patrol, one Articho Reville, they haven't spoken at all since he entered the faction, hell, in fact, he hasn't seen the man since his membership into the faction come to think of it. 'Oh yeah, wasn't he the one that went after Arias' when she first left Earth for Vegeta? I wonder what happened to him...' Shrugging internally the male figured that it wasn't important since Arias died as per his request to the White List. Storing the information he was given to peruse at a later date, Samba's eyes glazed over for a short time as he gave that statement some thought. "What I seek... is the strength to protect those that I care about." The Zoanthrope spoke; sotto voce. "To not be helpless anymore, and help those that can't defend themselves..." Samba blinked, realizing that he had almost the same conversation with Beryl Roarke almost months ago. He snorted. "Funny, it's not verbatim but I've almost told you word for word what I spoke with Beryl when he asked me my reason to join the Galactic Patrol." ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2016 17:10:28 GMT
"I don't trust her either. However, I think I understand what motivated her now, at least." The tree clasped his hands, staring out at the seemingly infinite horizon. Family.... yes, he could understand that motivation, at least. "As such, I think we can at least give her a chance. Earth has something she wants, and the risk she'd take in threatening it would be too high." If worst came to worst, and she did betray them... Walker would end the Dragonball's existence. If it turned out she was lying, and her real goal was something else, then it would be forever out of her reach. Chuckling slightly at Samba's comment, he nodded. "I would be right there next to you with the same recrimination. At least she's not like Arias, who was apparently running via a mental roulette wheel."
Nodding, Walker placed his hand on Samba's shoulder as he took his suggestion to heart. It would be interesting to see this "Doctor Breech." His eyes flashed for a moment, and then he dove into the canine Zoan's mind, seeking out the memory. It was not quite as straightforward as simply watching it, in his case. He had to seek it out, although this one should be quite close to the front. He looked about, feeling for an intense emotional response. There was a few, actually. Pausing, the tree looked back and forth. One of these 3, probably?
Reaching out, the sorcerer grasped at one of them, and then sighed. This wasn't it. The memory he was experiencing was Samba, feeling the battle between Zuccetta and Walker, and upset that he couldn't help. Walker would not have minded if Celmaru and Samba had arrived, but it was probably best they had stayed out of harm's way, all things considered. Releasing, he moved away, and looked at the other two. One of the memories looked a bit different... Focusing, Walker went for the memory and-
.......... what
................ what
................... W.. WHA-WHAT?
Walker's consciousness shot out of Samba's head so fast that it would put an interstellar drive to shame.
What most people did not realize about Walker was that, in essence, he was a tree. The mind of a being is shaped by it's body, and most biological creatures had a plethora of hormones, internal structures, and other such things that affected their behavior. Walker did not. He still had emotions, but they were entirely mental, or born from fragments of the ingredients that had birthed him. He had never experienced, nor did he properly grasp the idea of physical attraction or lust. What he had seen in Samba's mind was fairly typical of a young adolescent male, but the system shock of feeling it for the first time had been... intense.
Shaking slightly, Walker put a hand on his head as Samba asked him something. "I... Errr.... Uh... What? Oh. The Hybrid was a Saiyan/Human named Articho. He seemed... obsessed with Arias for some reason." Now that he thought about it, it seemed rather bizarre how focused the man had been on the half-Saiyan. "I killed Arias, then he arrived. He kept insisting that he should be allowed to destroy the body, and making demands of Presto and myself. He also insulted me quite significantly. Finally, he threatened the much weaker Presto, saying she should fight him for the body. I do not know what drove him, but he forced me to deal with him. I wish it hadn't come to that. "
He would have gotten more upset, recalling Articho's actions, but he was still in a bit of a haze. His cheeks felt red-hot, and it almost seemed as though they were glowing. He tried to focus on Samba's words, but could only nod. What the hell was that feeling? If that was how Phae felt around Celmaru, suddenly a lot of her actions made a lot more sense.
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Post by Samba on Aug 20, 2016 19:56:32 GMT
| NEVER GIVING UP I'M A ZOAN WARRIOR TAG @tokoz | KI POINTS 3/3 | WORDS 456 | POWER LEVEL 156,278 |
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eyes blinked in confusion at the large treeman standing not so far away. "A-are you alright?" The Zoan looked concerned, it wasn't in Walker to suddenly get all flustered out of the blue, hell he was pretty sure that as far as he knew him—which, granted, it wasn't that long anyway—nothing seemed to face the being. Until now it seemed, was the memory he offered a little too shocking for Walker? Or did he saw something else besides that memory... perhaps that time when the Saiyans invaded his home? Samba didn't know what to think of someone just watching that happen even as a memory, he did give Walker his permission to delve into his mind but there were some stones that should never be upturned. Thankfully before he could get more into that train of thought Walker's statement put him back to the present. "He went after her again!?" Samba's brows seemed like they were trying to lift off his hairline with how height they rose. "Why? She doesn't owe him anything as far as I know, and he obviously didn't succeed the first time when he went after her on Vegeta, so I don't understand what he got to gain from this..." Remembering what happened to Articho after a few seconds the Zoan snorted. "Welp he didn't succeed the second time I guess, doesn't matter now that he's dead."He wasn't happy about the death of a fellow ex-comrade in the Galatic Patrol, far from it in fact, but at least he understood Walker's need to protect what he cared about, that being the wellbeing of Presto and thusly the happiness of Bastion. Speaking of he still didn't understand how that relationship worked but he didn't question it. "So did the memory matched the description, Walker?" Samba asked, wondering if the Android that went to Konats was the same that he fought months ago. "Because if it did... welp; nothing much we can do now really after the fact." Unless Walker decided to immediately drop everything and head back to Konats for the smackdown that would ensue, and if he was honest with himself he was itching for a fight—any kind of fight actually. His body felt like it was filled with too much-stored energy and with no way to release the load, it was starting to make him stressed and cranky but he tried not to let it show around Walker and the others of the Wild Hunt. Nevermind that he hasn't spoken to any of them just yet but hey it was the thought that counted, it would be his luck if his first impression was staring at them with murder in his eyes. "Seriously, Walker." Samba's brows furrowed in concern. "Are you okay? You don't feel so hot..." ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 4:35:16 GMT
This was... not a good situation. The aftershocks from that were quite strong, and the tree suddenly saw quite a few things with much greater clarity. "Yes. Indeed. Totally fine. Are you alright?" Wonderful. That sounded nearly seizure-like. Just stellarly done, Walker. Top marks there.
"Indeed, he went after her again. I don't know why, or what prompted him to get involved. I went for two reasons." He lifted a hand, gesturing. "First, she directly hurt those I care about. An Eye for an Eye, I believe is the phrase. Still, she had died once, and some might call that enough. That brings me to the second reason." He lowered a finger, and sighed. "She was a danger, and everyone knew it. Yet for some reason, she was allowed to continue existing. Nobody bothered. Hell, she was arrested by the GP, and you saw just how much effect that had on her behavior." He didn't mean to disparage Earth's branch of the galactic police, but the law enforcement agency didn't seem equipped to handle anything even remotely serious. "As for Articho himself, I don't know why he refused to back down. I didn't like having to do it, but when one is the aggressor, it seems hard to claim victimhood."
"What? Oh, uh...no, I definitely didn't see that on Konats." He winced. At least he should be glad there was only one person there, even if it was Samba himself. Multiple would have made it even more awkward. "I'm alright. I'm perfectly hot. I'm just as hot as you are." He looked away, trying not to let on that he was mentally facepalming. A second later, he nearly jumped. Hot was also a common term for physically attractive. Well, to borrow another term, one he wouldn't usually use... God Dammit.
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Post by Samba on Aug 25, 2016 1:13:56 GMT
| NEVER GIVING UP I'M A ZOAN WARRIOR TAG @tokoz | KI POINTS 3/3 | WORDS 258 | POWER LEVEL 156,278 |
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Samba said, for a second thrown on what to even say on such a statement and off-hand compliment, since Walker wasn't one to say such a thing, he could expect a compliment of one's own fighting style, or power level but how they looked? He didn't take Walker for one to enjoy how someone looked aestheticallly pleasant to one's eyes. "I—um." What could he even say? No one has ever complimented him on his appearance before, so far he had only been called degrading names such as "mutt", "dog" or "mongrel". Courtesy of those he had fought in the past and even some of the Saiyans he had met on the other side of the battlefield. "Thank you? I guess?" He could feel his face burning right now, thankfully his fur was dark enough that it hid most of the glow, or so he hoped that it did anyway. "You, um..." He squinted at the large tree-man, wondering what to even call him that would be considered a compliment. "Got wood, I guess???" Samba's face was deadpan as moments later he realized the implications that such a comment might bring upon another person, and with the grace of a swan he plowed through with, "Hey, do you maybe wanna spar?"As he said that, Samba felt himself get excited at the prospect of fighting a strong opponent, his tail began to wag to and fro. "I mean, I haven't fought anyone in forever, and this should work to help me destress and unwind from all the shit that has happened in the past few weeks." ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 10:02:02 GMT
He could see from Samba's reaction that he had been misunderstood. FUCK. No, no, just pretend you have no idea what happened. Now Samba was blushing. What the hell was going on today? He wanted to just slam his head into the wall until all this stopped. Coughing slightly, he was about to speak.
About to speak ,that is, until Samba complimented his wood. He was confused, then appreciative, and then he was suddenly informed by his recent dive that wood was also an innuendo. The mental screaming increased to new pitches and heights as the beleaguered tree contemplated diving off the Catherdral and just letting himself impact the ground. Still, a spar DID sound like a good way to focus on not-this. Standing up, he dusted himself off and nodded.
"I would be happy to. A moment." Focusing his power, the energy dropped to about 3,000,000. A bit higher than Samba's, but the goal was to give him a good challenge, after all. Wouldn't be much of a fight if there wasn't some tension. Cracking his neck, Walker waved one hand and gestured to a part of the landmass nearby. "Well, the Training Grounds is over there. Let's get going, shall we?" With that, he flew off, headed for the clearing.
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Post by Samba on Sept 23, 2016 0:58:52 GMT
| NEVER GIVING UP I'M A ZOAN WARRIOR TAG @tokoz | KI POINTS 2/3 | PL MULTIPLIER 2,500,448 | POWER LEVEL 156,278 |
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shrugged his shoulders, still concerned about Walker's behavior before but willing to let it rest for now. Instead of worrying more about it, he wordlessly followed after Walker, still unsure about most of the places that this thing could hold, the Catherdral was huge after all, thankfully he had his nose and ears peeled as he adventured through most of the flying-ship-island thing so he wouldn't become lost most of the time. They approached the training grounds relatively quickly, Samba's feet touching the ground silently with a small shift of displaced air. "Well, here we are." Samba rolled his neck and then started on his shoulders one at a time, his sights locked on the walking tree, a grin slowly stretching his face. "Let's get this party started!" He was quick to act after he settled into a battle stance, his form dashing towards Walker with his hands at the ready. Once he was within striking distance, Samba's fists flew in a rapid barrage of jabs, punches, haymakers and claw swipes aimed at whatever vital part of Walker's body that he could touch. Should they have connected or not, he'd aim to finish the combo with a powerful double palm strike at Walker's chest. Technique used: +[N1] Ashura Dream Fist- Samba typically does a combo of clawing and punching, then finishing with a double palm strike to launch his opponent away. His hand and finger movements mimic the biting of a wolf, and sometimes when the combined blows are strong enough it might KO the enemy. Does 33% of Samba's PL in damage. Damage: 825,148 PL. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2016 12:36:58 GMT
As they arrived, Samba seemed to perk up. Within moments, he was hurtling toward the tree. Walker chuckled slightly, moving into his initial stance. It had been a while, and he was eager to see how the canine fought, especially now that he had awakened. He was where Celmaru had been not long ago. His pectorals weren't bad ei- Right. Memory bleed again. This was getting annoying.
As the blows began raining down on him, Walker laughed. "Well done, but something so simple won't be enough to give you an advantage here, my friend." With a flicker, his limbs multiplied, the Four Witches technique giving him twice as many limbs. His clawlike fingers glowed with a hellish red light, and the strikes from the dog were met with an equal barrage of blows, fist clashing with fist and claws deflected away.
The punches proved to be just the tiniest bit faster, enough to throw a few punches beyond the counters. Slamming forward, his hand slashed towards the canine. Far from a serious blow, but one that would sting. "Come on, is that all you can muster? You need to think outside the box, Samba." He had almost forgotten about the visuals from earlier. Almost.
Walker counters with N1 Mystic Tear KP: 2/3 1,000,000 vs. 825,148 Overflow: 174,852 to Samba
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Post by Samba on Oct 8, 2016 0:45:04 GMT
| NEVER GIVING UP I'M A ZOAN WARRIOR TAG @tokoz | KI POINTS 3/3 | PL MULTIPLIER x17/13 = 2,656,726/2,031,614 | POWER LEVEL 156,278 |
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winced when his attacks were easily countered by Walker's swift blows, his eyes widening slightly at how his skin seemed to part and give him four limbs in total in order to defend himself. "Oomph!" Samba grunted when a wooden limb slammed against his chest with enough force to send him skidding back slightly, stealing the breath from his lungs while it was at it too. Trying to regain his breath back, the Zoanthrope stalled for a bit of time as he thought of something that might throw Walker for a loop. But therein lay the question: what could possibly puzzle the normally calm and collected tree? Suddenly, a proverbial light bulb flickered to life in his head, making Samba smile widely at his opponent, showing a bit too many teeth for comfort. This plan might be the stupidest of plans in the history of planning, but hey they were sparring so what could it hurt. Parts of his body suddenly seemed to bulge slightly as his Ki flared upward impressively, his form outlined as more and more power was released into the atmosphere. With a final roar of power, Samba's form bulked impressively, already impressive muscles bulging and outlined clearly even with his dense fur normally hiding much of it away. As that happened, from his back two more arms sprouted, giving Samba a total of four arms, and a terrifying looking visage for those of the weak of heart. Not done yet, Samba's body once again seemed to bulge outward, but this time, 'something' was trying to escape his skin. With the sound of something tearing, another 'him' stood beside him, both Zoans glaring at Walker with competitiveness in their eyes. "Ready or not...""Here we go!"Immediately they dashed forward, their feet gliding across the ground and raising a trail of dust behind them. Once they were within striking distance, they began to hail Walker's body with a barrage of blows that seemed unending.
Samba uses Pressure Point (Bulking), Four Witches Technique and Multi-Form (1 Copy = 50% = 1,328,363/1,015,807 PL) to potentially throw Walker for a loop. This is such a bad idea. ISHY of THQ & ADOXOGRAPHY
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2016 17:16:57 GMT
Walker blinked as Samba mimicked his motion, limbs multiplying. Well then, it seemed he wasn't the only one with such a trick. The canine had gained a quite frightening demeanour, but the tree was far from faint of heart. Instead, he laughed. "Well well, trying unconventional tactics. I approve! We'll make a twisty fighter of you yet, my friend!"
The rain of blows began to fall, but as they did, Walker's hands flattened, as though prepared to deliver a chop. With rapid movements, they began swinging about, cracking into Samba's wrists as he delivered the blows, blocking his shots. "Well done, but you must try harder! Don't give your opponent a chance to think of a counter! Capitalize on the moment, and shock them. It's how I managed to injure the queen of the saiyans, with a technique she was not expecting. One must always be prepared to be unexpected!" With that said, his tail cracked upwards, a 7th limb that, while Samba had, he did not have in the same length. The end went like a whip for the Zoan's side, and Walker dove backwards, arms flicking back, before unleashing a salvo of rapid energy beams from his fingers. The beams shot towards both of the clones, coming from not only his hands, but his feet and tail as well. "Keep going! I want to see what you are truly capable of!"
KP: 3/3 (Sorry for the wait. Life has happened)
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Post by Samba on Nov 18, 2016 14:36:09 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Samba winced as that tail cracked against his side like a battering ram, not to mention how his wrists hurt when Walker decided to counter his blows with precise and accurate chops to that area. Because of the momentum, he was send flying backward a few paces, his feet skidding against the ground and raising a large amount of loosened earth and a cloud of dust. His clones capitalized on his original's slowed momentum by quickly acting as a shield, a salvo of energy spheres quickly materializing in both hands and quickly canceling Walker's, though a few managed to get under his guard and struck a few blows on his body. Giving his original the time he needed to think of something, Samba's clone took action, once again he unleashed a barrage of energy spheres towards his opponent, some aimed to find the mark while the others looked like they overshot by a large margin. All part of the plant, as they exploded around, behind and to the sides of Walker, covering him in a large amount of dust raised as a makeshift smokescreen. That done, a glowing ball of energy began to hover on his palm, the energy swirling and becoming larger and larger by the second. Like a shotgun going off, the ball of energy shot like a bullet towards Walker, the clone's hand still extended and a look of concentration crossing his features. Its purpose was simple yet effective if it worked as if Walker decided to dodge that he'd sharply twist his hand to the side and back, that energy ball would quickly stop and then come back and aim to strike Walker once again. In the background, Samba gritted his teeth as he quickly thought of a course of action to take, he needed to take Walker by surprise, at least to land a decisive blow on the Bio-Android, if he didn't manage such a simple thing then it was clear that he still needed a lot to do in terms of his training regime. The cloud of dust parted slightly, letting him see what his clone was doing, and he smirked as a plan formed in his mind. Using the large cloud of dust around Walker, Samba's energy suddenly dropped immensely, enough that he could pass for a normal civilian if someone decided to read his energy either with a scouter or with their own energy sensing abilities. Using his natural speed (somewhat hampered because of the Bulking technique), Samba quickly approached the cloud of dust, his senses on high alert as he locked on Walker's Ki signature. Once he was in position to attack, Samba snarled and flew forward with a fearsome expression on his face, his energy rose to what it was before, and his hands and legs shot forward in an impressive slew of blows that would perhaps bruise or chip the male's bark texture in the case that they land.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Samba uses Pressure Point (Bulking), Four Witches Technique and Multi-Form (1 Copy = 50% = 1,328,363/1,015,807 PL) to potentially throw Walker for a loop. Samba's clone attacked with [UV3]Fetch The Ball!- A variation of Full Moon Cannon where if the enemy would manage to dodge it with an Afterimage technique, Samba would twist his hand sharply to the side to make the energy sphere home back to the target. Does 66% of Samba's PL in damage and has the homing effect. Attack Damage: 876,720 PL.Samba attacked with [MP3] Neo Ashura Hurricane Fist- The Ashura Dream Fist being driven to its utmost potential. With more control of his ki and strength, Samba can increase the power of his physical attacks by one hundred percent, landing devastating blows on his opponent in rapid succession that can leave his victims battered and bruised, the blows are strong enough that they might even break bones, cause internal bleeding or chop an extremity off. Does 100% Of Samba's PL in Damage. Attack Damage: 1,328,363 PL. |
@tokoz Power Level: 156,278 PL Multiplier: x17/13 = 2,656,726/2,031,614 Ki Points: Samba 0/3 - Samba's Clone 0/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2016 21:03:31 GMT
As Samba began his assault, Walker closed his eyes, focusing his Ki sense. Vision, in this case, would be of little help. No, he would need to use his other senses for this. The glowing ball hurtled towards him. He stood still. Not yet. Samba was coming up behind him, the energy ball almost upon him. Not yet. His sparring partner's Ki flared, and he launched towards Walker, and in that instant, the two Kis were comparable. Now. His fist lashed out, the stillness broken by the sudden and decisive movement. The end of it vanished, and his massive hand appeared suddenly out of a portal, just in front of Samba before he could come into arm's reach. At the same instant, he grunted as the energy blast impacted his back. The blow was rapid, but would accomplish what it needed to, a sudden and harsh strike to the solar plexus of the muscular wolfman. Walker's eyes opened, and he stared at Samba. "Your tactics were unusual, it is true, but you made one fatal mistake. You assumed I would dodge one, or perhaps try and counter it. However, your power was split. The whole of it in one attack might well have given me pause." Whipping his arm back, the knife-hand strike vanished, the hand reappearing on the end of Walker's arm. He dusted himself off, staring at Samba as he winced from the impact. "The lower strength of the first attack meant that I could bear it's blow, and focus instead on striking you a single, decisive blow. If you had tried this immediately, perhaps it would have worked. However, it simply did not have the follow-through to set things up as you wish. You are progressing well... but you still have much to learn."
Nodding slightly, he cracked his neck. "I am, however, willing to teach you. In perhaps a less painful manner than that."
Walker takes the attack for 876,720 (29%) Walker uses [MP3] Rift Reaper against Samba's [MP3] Neo Asura Hurricane Fist! 3,000,000 vs. 1,328,363= 1,671,637 to Samba KP 0/3 Walker extends an offer to Samba! Samba has been given the chance to join [Crane School] and begin learning it's techniques!
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Post by Samba on Nov 25, 2016 21:50:17 GMT
BEHOLD THE HORRORS. ● ● ● ● THEY LURK BENEATH. THE SHADOWS OF REMORSE. YOU WOULDN'T KNOW OF COURSE. BUT I FORCE. A NEW JUDGMENT DAY. Samba didn't have much to be happy about even if his tactic worked for a small fraction of a second, he could be content that he at least managed to dirty the branches and barks that adorned Walker's body, but all of that was overshadowed completely by the pain that struck his chest and encompassed his whole body, it was so strong that it immediately dropped him from his Bulking form and also dispelled his clone, not that he noticed. "Gah... agh... guh..." The Zoan's muzzle was open as he tried to get his bearings back, but it felt like an eighteen-wheeler going at match 5 after breaking the sound barrier had rolled him over, paused, and then backtracked to roll him over again, AND THEN as a finisher did it again and speeded off into the distance with nary a care, taking with it his precious air. "Oh fuck..." Samba finally took a step back and fell down to one knee, one hand bracing against the ground while the other applied pressure to his bruised chest. "I feel like vomiting..." Thankfully he didn't do so, but instead forced himself back to his full height and stared at Walker dead in the eyes, enduring the being's lecture knowing that he DID make some bad calculations when he attempted that attack plan from early. ... But did Walker really had to punch him that hard, though... 'Still, to have brought me to my knees with just one punch...' Shaking himself from those thoughts, the Zoan regarded the Bio-Android with his full attention, feverishly ignoring the throbbing pain blossoming still in his chest. "I admit, I thought that my plan would have worked without a hitch, but I didn't anticipate the abrupt drop in power after having created that clone..." He had practiced with Belle so long ago, it was hard to remember if he even felt the large gap in power as he did so now. Still, it wouldn't do good to dwell on the past, better to stay focused on the present, speaking of, "I'm willing to learn everything that you may teach me..." Here his expression suddenly turned a complete one-eighty, his gaze became half-lidded and his voice dropped a few octaves. "Walker-sensei~" What? He couldn't tease anymore, even in the presence of his friends? Give him a break.
BATTLE SUMMARY: Nothing for now. Regained back 1KP. |
@tokoz Power Level: 158,486 PL Multiplier: x16 = 2,535,776 Ki Points: Samba 1/3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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