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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 18, 2016 5:22:53 GMT
Slowly spreading out his hands as a scroll manifested before Ayumu, bringing his hands together as he grasped both ends and started to expand it to read its contents while smiling rather kindly. Knowing that there was nothing better than having a good legend be brought to existence, with the mark of a true hero on their soul. “There was once a legend. About the treasures and worth of all races, About all things magic... About a single team of all friends...”
As your limbs caught ablaze, the brothers gave a look at each other in confusion, a soft gulp starting to become visible from their necks their movement slowly going up and going, a soft bulge depicting their nature as men. “Brother, be careful... This may end badly.” with the other simply nodding as he knew of what was going to happen before flicking a switch on their suits, even on his brothers and giving a knowing look “Lets do this...!”
“The one who mastered the flames was a reckless young master, raised in a cluster of fighters who all loved each other dearly, he could not help but feel betrayed and hurt whenever they badmouthed his family and friends.”
The two preparing themselves to swing their weapons towards Namorel were faced with a sudden vanishing act of the man himself as his entire body projected forwards as a bullet that was unstoppable, slamming the blades aside without even having touched them, simply from the force of the impact when grasping their heads itself, their eyes looked begrudgingly, almost as if they were praying to not be harmed too badly with the younger of the two gritting his teeth and accepting his fate, knowing that hell would be next.
“Every time he would snap it felt like he was freed from his earthly restraints, he was truly the one in control or at least that was what he believed in when he felt these emotions course through himself with not even a single fragment of regret coming through.”
The explosion of flames that was set off within your hands was not just a small ignition, based off the emotions one was feeling it was a vortex of flames scorching the ground itself partly while blowing you of course slightly, the hooks behind you already having people starting to be send upwards onto the cliff, their weapons were fixed bayonets on rifles with large smiles of determinations to take everything away from you as if it was all just a game.
“Yet there he stood, at the end of the battlefield, faced by the man who mastered the bolt himself, the lightning that scorched the sky and rivaled the heat of the fighter himself as one who could control himself and made him realize just how disgusting of a method fighting was when you could not help yourself but to go berserk every time they called you out.” A small fragment of energy starting to gather around Ayumu as he smiled softly, continuing to read this piece of paper out loud while a small fairy of ice sat on his lap.
It was the sound of the cliff trembling and exploding as everything started to collapse, fragments of the cliff breaking off as men that had found themselves higher up on the cliff itself starting to lose grasp and falling down multiple feet as small piles of soldiers formed around you with the two men who had challenged you mere moments ago stuck in the crater of where their bodies were dropped onto the grounds. A vicious mark of strength left on the environment itself you had dominated them thoroughly with not even a single chance to retort with. They had been made into the mere sacrifices to pave your path to the future of growth, of strength of becoming a even stronger flame that would rage without yielding or giving up to anybody in the mindset you had developed as a defensive method against these men of lies and deceit. Against these men of the filth themselves.
“Yet here he was, the man who was hated by them in the end...” Slowly curling up the scroll while making his way outside, small embers licking at his wounds before lessening the pain, almost as if he was assisted by somebody. Making his way on top of the cliff while speaking to himself “and there he was, the man who has been given the chance to stop this all, standing before the raging man himself, knowing that if he were to not stop him right this moment then everything would go wrong.. and so he did.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 20:57:35 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 5,130 [-75% Heavy Weights] Tier One House
The feeling, the wind whizzing by hea head and the cape rippling behind him as he fell, two weights in his hand to accelerate his descent from the cliff side. The explosive start caused Namorel to laugh as his hands gripped the faces of the two brothers the ki and magic in his hands flickered with the rampant beat of his namekian heart. Rarely in his life did he care so much of this function in his body, it always seemed in sync with his breathing, stabilizing him in times of stress or combat; But now things began to change, he was breathing wildly without any real balance between his heart and his breaths. The hard, rapid beats range in his ears as he drew closer and closer to the ground at the base of the cliff. The cliff face was still littered with a few of the soldiers that hadn't been knocked down by the sheer shock of Namorel thrusting the brothers off of the cliff top earlier. In mere moments, however it would feel like an eternity, he would feel the ground under his knees and see the combined craters form of the brothers hitting the soily and rocky surface beneath them. He would allow the ki to detonate lightly before raising to his feet. Turning back to see more of the bandits climbing higher, towards Ayumu, who had walked out of the marble cottage to examine the battlefield below. He seemed to be reading from some scroll, some sort of legend? Namorel pondered as he watched him. It was a tale Namorel had never heard before, but he wanted to know more,,, if there were more to be told. It was a peculiar instance that followed, the old man seemed to be healing some, Namorel knew not how, but he knew he was what he saw and he has indeed seen that. He would fire two weaker ki blasts at the brothers before walking to the cliff face, a fifteen foot long energy whip generating in his right hand, dragging the ground as he took each step closer towards the soldiers that were making their way up. "Cocky little shits aren't the lot of you. Your opponent is here, not up there."
It only took and instant, on flick of the wrist and the whip drew itself across the cliff face, tearing at the rock to pull every one of the soldiers down in one mighty sweep. His next action would be to extend his arms to the ropes and pull the hooks down, leaving no route to make it to the top, in an attempt to trap them all down here with the namekian. Namorel's voice boomed as he sparked fires in his palms, his arms outstretched to his sides and the palms facing the sky to make the small embers obvious to those watching him. The warmth from his core had spread to his entire body, warming every inch of his body, it both soothed him and infuriated him as he felt it tear at his energy, eating away every ounce as it was created. He would keep his ears trained on the brothers behind them, in hopes they would not rise to attack him before he could take care of the fodder ahead of him.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 18, 2016 23:49:10 GMT
Ayumu simply took a step back while shaking his head, Nudging his head forwards as he wanted to give a message towards Namorel who was making his way upwards, shouting at the targets while keeping his eyes only on a short area, a piercing blinding flash of light starting to crash into the stone wall, tearing the entire object before the feeling of energy starting to come closer was felt as a large array of energy spears coming from a single man who was standing there. Deep within the trees, deep within the leaves, his eyes glowing with the soft scattering of energy as he raised his lips, knowing that he was going to be your worst nightmare. Most of the spears aimed to destroy not you, but the area around you to make the entire cliff side collapse if you were not quick enough. Although this went to happen the two brothers started raising their bodies before lifting up a large boulder and cracking it within the both of their hands together as the fragments were picked up and thrown in clusters like shotguns. Forcing to keep on the move as they saw your energy starting to be drained while Ayumu simply spoke towards you. “It is time Namorel, Push beyond this. Show us what the warrior clan teaches their members and slam down those enemies below you. Unless you want to be faced with an unwinnable battle you may have to show everything you can do right this second.” Simply standing above you, Trusting in your every moment of fighting, Ayumu knew that you could still push yourself beyond this, It was not that he has seen you transform, it was not that he was entirely sure, It was just that deep inside he knew that you could easily learn such a feat and push beyond it in a moment like this. “Show me how great you namekians are.” Letting the scroll catch fire, the knowledge stored within his skull, the cinders slowly made their way downwards, caught by the wind of the attacks coming forwards as a few of these flames just lit up brighter and brighter before being drawn into the flames on your very own body, fueling your energy and giving you a single wake up call as it carried one emotion from Ayumu, from his heart to yours. From one to another, without any boundaries blocking them off, It was determination, pure, unadulterated determination, an determination not clouded by rage but by sheer affection for those he cared about. Yet it also brought forwards a question that was asked to you, were you ready to bet everything for this old fart that was believing in you and sharing all his energy with you? As he crossed his arms and simply shouted forwards. “If your rage takes you, if you cannot control it by yourself... Then believe in me controlling that rage for you! Do not believe in yourself, Believe in the me who believes in the you who can do it!”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 1:19:52 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 20,520 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction; x4 Great Namekian (Getting SWOL)]
The fury of the moment, it was exhilarating, amazing, almost addictive as Namorel continued his rage of fire and stone. The rocks that were struck by his whip flying down by him and some of them shattering as they hit the ground below. He smirked with each swath of the whip, watching the bodies fall more and more, less concerned about how alive they were then keeping them away from the house. A slight laugh escaped him as he continued to watch, but he had to take a deep breath as the fire continued to drain away at as energy. His panting would become rather apparent to those who were paying attention to the namekian as he continued t assault the cliff side. He kept his eyes from the top to avoid any possible gaze of disapproval from the old man, sure Ayumu would show disdain in the actions he was ensuing, the chaos he continued to cause as he rampaged below. The story that was recited prior struck at him and made him look at himself with both confusion and disappointment. Was he really acting at a point of uncontrollable rage that he would be unable to stop himself, was he the monster...? "WHO. THE. HELL. DO. YOU. THINK. YOU. ARE?"
Namorel shouted as he saw the first ki energy spear strike nearby, he couldn't tell if it was aimed at himself or at the cliff side in front of him, either way he would not stand for who ever found it necessary to throw these at him. Turning to face the man that stood at the tree line, spears in his hands that he was preparing to throw at Namorel or the area around him. The namekian contemplated a direct dart towards the individual, but to his disdain boulders blocked his direct path to the bandit that sat in the tree line. He panted more now, his heart rate ten fold that of what it was even minutes ago, it seemed like the combined efforts of the ki and the magic drew energy directly from his very core, the same source for two completely different sources of power. He did however have to continue moving in order to avoid the spears that the man continued to throw at him. This movement wouldn't last long as Namorel spotted something even worse begin to make itself apparent between the namekian and the man at the tree line. "Why don't you two stay the hell down?"
Namorel said as he saw the brothers rise to their feet, lifting a boulder and just as quickly shattering it between their hands to give them projectiles to throw at the namekian that was their target. Namorel panicked, he was short on power and couldn't avoid these opponents forever... everything seemed hopeless.. then words began to ring through his ears. Ayumu began to speak, for Namorel to unleas the full potential of the Warrior Caste on the opponents... to show the, that he would fight to the last breath and even beyond to a death more valiant than any who would fight before them ever again. Namorel looked directly at his opponents before his mind flashed to a time long before now, when his father was still alive. ------------------------ 'Remember Namorel, the Great Namekian transformation is there to save your life in the worst of instances, use it wisely and remember to let it protect you.'------------------------ Namorel remembered these days with his father, the day he taught him to control the form and use it as his will. Namorel felt the fire retreat from his arms, drawing to his back and reshaping themselves and firing into the air in the shape of a dragon. He began to grow, not letting the hopes and the dreams of anyone stand in his way and yet to preserve those that he aimed to protect from this filth. His body expanded rapidly, reaching the height of forty feet, his whip extending to twice that length as he grew with it. The fire and his head encountered one another as he reached his fullest height, the dragon drawing itself into the namekian as he looked down on the bandits below. "When I put you done this time, it will be a very long time before you get back up."
Namorel said this as he drew the whip around his hand, it encapsulating his hand as he reeled his hand back and launched his fist down at the opponents below, intent on taking them out and making this quick, he was still drained of his energy, but Ayumu had give him more hope and he was pushing himself to a point and preparing to finish off his opponents below him.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Sept 19, 2016 1:43:25 GMT
Looking towards Namorel, Ayumu could feel the passion burning within his heart as he manifested a few sprites. He was weak, fragile, unusable, yet he had energy that he was sharing to Hana, he was there to reason with people and be the brains of the operations as every single step that he took was by sharing this route with others. Never letting a single person fall back he just raised his arm as the line behind him continued to expand further and further, refusing to let everything fall out of control as many people had fallen off during the ride. Seven months, He had been going at it for seven months as every single fight seemed to teach him another lesson before a spark of fire within his eyes that had always been burning engulfed his entire being and brought forwards a passionate blast of energy that would always support those who needed it.
The warriors before our eyes that were armed to the teeth could feel the fist colliding onto them as it was a gigantic green blockade that they countered by swinging both their blades against it, hoping to stand even a single chance within this mere moment as the words of the namekian were a continuous reminder of how bad they felt about their position. Pushing against your massive fist with everything they had as they roared as loudly as they could, fragments of their armor starting to shatter as cracks started to form through the blade itself. Light blasting through it as the flames that were starting to appear in the vicinity caused a drill like scar to appear on the ground itself before pushing them into the ground before the pressure itself deepened the crater with for once you were completely sure that they would not wake easily. Yet this beast that was before you, the man with the golden glowing eyes that was slowly making a sprint towards you while manifesting a golden javelin would not go down as easy as the other two. He meant business and would be certain to push you to the edges of this fight even if he had too destroy you! “Have you ever heard of the holy light that spirals around our planet and protects us from everything that is evil?! We shall harness this power and eliminate you, you green demon! Even if we have to do everything in our hands to bring you down!” Starting to gather as much energy as he could within the palm of his right hand that was held up a massive spear of light started to appear as it slowly thinned out into a massive 3 meters long spear of light with the thickness of a marble, this would surely blow up the cliff your house was resting on if you don't stop it!
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 2:18:35 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 20,520 [-75% Heavy Weight Reduction; x4 Great Namekian (Getting SWOL)]
"And stay down!"The collision of his fist against the ground gave him a feeling of relief. He smiled as he felt the armor shatter under his whip covered fist. It was a wonderful feeling that he relished exponentially. This feeling would not last forever however as he would see the other man begin to make his way toward him, the golden spear resting in his hands as he charged towards the expanded namekian that stood as his enemy and that toppled the vast majority of the force that had come with him. This previous action was something Namorel obviously enjoyed accomplishing and the man knew it was the case and seemed to take exception to this matter. The size difference was immense and yet Namorel felt as if this man contained a power at this level that rivaled Namorel's own power in the Great Namekian form. "There is no reason to attack me, or anyone else in this area."
Namorel said as he turned his attention to the man, the bandit outfit making him stick out like a sore thumb in the grass and in between the various rocks. Namorel would channel energy into his left hand, the lance once more channeling itself into int the namekian's hand, the dragon's head shrouded in an undying fire this time as the passion of Namorel fueled the energies of the weapon. This was not a move out of desperation, but instead one out of conviction and anger. His size would prove to make this fight much more difficult, but he had to do everything he could to keep this man from toppling the cliff behind him and finish him off before he could pose a threat to Ayumu or those at the top of the cliff side. The head of the spear seemed to spiral gently as Namorel lifted it up and drove it down in the path of the man, watching the spear intently and ready to follow it if it were to get thrown. Otherwise he would work to make this a combat at the melee range where no threat maintained towards anyone but the namekian himself, who was ready to throw everything at this man... this pile of trash. "This is between me and you. Leave them out of this."
Namorel spoke, indicating to the marble house that rested mystically on the cliff side and the people that stood around it on inside of it. The large, black eyes of the namekian looked down on the man with irritation and hatred as he could only imagine the horrors this man has enacted upon the world, Namorel may not be able to resolve those horrors, but he could make this man pay for everything he may have done to those both innocent and guilty. The paradox of Namorel acting as hte Judge, the Jury and yet holding back on the executioner was apparent when eh though of the possibility that this man had the same thoughts in his own, twisted min and how his actions accomplished a similar solution with a different middle portion.
KP: 3/3[No Techniques used] Nostalgic Ayumu
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2016 18:08:19 GMT
Thread ended: Namorel - PL Ayumu - PL
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Post by Vi-Poi on Oct 12, 2016 1:22:05 GMT
@namorel your WC is 13103 and your HW PL gains are 23,507! Wowza. Caste Hero gained. Nostalgic Ayumu your WC is 14498 and your gains for this thread are 10,439 PL. Adding!
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