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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 10, 2016 17:52:40 GMT
[Thread PL= 24,406] [Heavy Weights ON PL=6,101]
It had been several weeks since Retsu promised Rafar private training. And seeing as there was a tournament coming up, now seemed like the best time. He had sent Rafar a message through his scouter, giving him the time of the training, as well as the coordinates. Retsu now stood in the desert, the sands and heat causing him to let out a slow sigh. "This will be a good spot to train. No one to get in the way or get hurt, and no one to bother us." He stretched himself, preparing for the coming training.
Once he was finished preparing for the coming fight he turned, sending Ki blast after ki blast into the sand, soon enough making a glassy arena for the two to fight in. He smiled at his handy work, admiring the sheen on the glass before shaking his head. No he had to stay focused. This was going to be an intense training session. He even donned the weights on his body that lowered his power, just so that he could fight on an even level with Rafar. The weights he wore were two large paldrons, which in turn were surrounded in a white cloak that reached down to his ankles. They weighed rather considerably on him and because of this he was unused to it all. Even flying through the air he had noticed how much slower he was with them on.
Retsu then did the only thing He could do. Wait. He waited for the approach of his Saiyan friend. He'd wait all day if he had to. Either way he knew he was going to enjoy himself when things came to it.
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Post by Rafar on Sept 10, 2016 18:21:09 GMT
[Thread PL= 5113] [Heavy Weights ON PL=1,728]
Rafar had been looking forward to this. It seemed that Retsu had finally made good on his promise to spar with him, and it was going to be interesting to say the least. His scouter was beeping softly in his ear, directing him to the spot the Arocsian lord had indicated their training was going to take place. His flight was longer than Retsu had expected, due to the extra weight he was carrying around in the form of a weighted undershirt and boots.
He would land in the precise center of the glassy arena Retsu had forged out of his ki. Rafar noted Retsu's heavily decreased power level and smiled. He was wearing weights too, this would be an interesting match. "Your ki control is impressive my friend, we both have grown much stronger since our fist meeting. It's good to see a face that I know once in a while." His weighted boots scuffed against the glassy surface of the arena, "A nice place to conduct training for the upcoming tournament, I don't like the current power gap between me and everyone else who is joining. By the way, I've been meaning to ask, what do you think of our competition?"
Rafar's slow circuit of the arena stopped and he fell into his fighting style's opening stance, his feet spaced shoulder-width apart and his hands extended into fists, "Your move, come at me with everything you have."
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 10, 2016 18:47:52 GMT
Retsu's scouter beeps quickly, telling him of the approaching power level. He'd turn just as Rafar landed and smiled. "Good Afternoon." He said. He'd let Rafar speak before smiling. "I appreciate the compliment. I have indeed become stronger, as have you. But I'm afraid its not enough for either of us in this tournament. Other than fighting against the other Arcosian and the Namekian, I'm afraid I don't stand much of a chance against the other opponents." He'd quickly tap his scouter, locking on to Rafar's Power Signature before looking down to the glassy arena he had made. "It is rather nice isn't it? Something I learned from another Arcosian I met not too long ago. As for the other contestants, I'll hold my judgement off until I can see them in action for myself. However, the Saibaman that joined is a peculiar one. I'd be wary of him if I were you. Saibamen have a bad habit of blowing themselves and their opponents up." He shrugged. "Either way try not to get caught in close quarters by it, if you end up fighting it. And that Majin... I know majins are naturally extremely durable. Anyone whom has to fight her will have a very hard time." He shook his head. "It would be an uphill battle." He chuckled softly at Rafar's eagerness to begin the fight. He narrowed his eyes. "I'll come at you with my current strength. I'm afraid if I used one hundred percent of my power you'd die rather quickly. This is meant to be training, not an execution." Without so much as a warning Retsu let out a shout. His aura ripped up around him, whipping about as he let out his strength. His icy blue aura flared before he flew forward at high speeds, with the intent of getting into melee range. When he came close enough he began his close quarters assault, sending a flurry of punches and kicks at Rafar. Each one aimed for his neck, bends of his arms, and his knees. He'd keep the combo up, before spinning about quickly, trying to end it with a tail whip.
[3/3 KP] [No Techs Used]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2016 19:27:22 GMT
Power Level At time of posting: 127,185! Heavy weights ACTIVE 31,796+ Ki Setting! Current PL: 6,111!
Beneath the scalding sun, amidst the sand so hot it caused the horizon to dance. Yeah — this was just like home. The scarlet-haired Progenitor found herself looking down, leaning forward so she could glance past her chest. She watched as her toes sunk down into the burning sand. The temperature that would normally blister a human’s feet simply felt like a warm sock for the woman. It was odd, really. Noxa had lived for 18 years in her arid homeworld of Zilyana; never had she removed her carapace; never had she felt the feeling of sand beneath her toes.
This all made the location Rafar had dragged her to all the more significant. Noxa had just begun to get enough of a grasp on the world to be able to understand the symbolic meaning of all this. Within said dancing horizon, Noxa watched as the prey she stalked landed. He had company, it seemed. The woman, whose power was currently set to a fraction of its true potential, walked towards her destination. She wasn’t too far — maybe a few hundred feet. The carapace-less woman, still dawning her swimsuit, watched as the duo began to ready themselves for some kind of a battle.
They must be training — preparing for the tournament. It seemed Noxa’s decision to tail one of the participants wasn’t entirely wasted! It seemed that man, too, entered with friends. Whereas Noxa had Celmaru and Namorel, this Saiyan had an Arcosian. The woman, in her prejudice mindset, almost felt sorry for him.
Either way, she came this far just to find out what they were up to. She might as well stick her nose in a little more — join their little get-together. At best Noxa would be able to join their training; at worst she would watch it from a distance. Either way, the Bio Android was sure she could get some kind of idea as to the power she would be up against in that tournament.
An invisible lace of ki enveloped the woman’s voluptuous form, taking her gliding in an upright position towards the two warriors. Noxa had suppressed her power level to the lowest point up until now, just to lower her chances of being discovered. However, now that she had no reason to hide, she relaxed on her restraints just a tad; Noxa matched the power level of the Arcosian — and then added a little more to boot.
“Hello, boys!” Noxa’s voice chimed in, breaking the monotonous sound of a passing desert zephyr. “Getting some last-minute training done, huh? Mind if I tag along?” The woman’s question came through with a jovial tone; her pose wasn’t much different. Noxa’s arms raised and her hands clasped behind her back with interlocking fingers. The woman’s scarlet mane seemed to move with a life of its own; writhing with and against whatever breeze washed over the artificial arena.
“I’m Noxa, by the way!” She greeted them, walking up to the duo just enough to form an even triangular space between each of their bodies. Her hands came free from behind her head, clasping down at her wide hips. The woman, in her heroic pose, had a gentle smile laced within her features.
“You can call me One-fifteen, if you want.” Her left hand motioned to the vibrant red numbers etched into her swimsuit chest, ‘115’.
Despite her pose Noxa's energy would begin to gather as she waited for an answer.
"Just a friendly three-way match, of course..."
Noxa's power level suppressed to 6,111. Heavy weights enabled.[KP 3/3][SU2] Menacing Posing activated; Noxa is gathering energy!Rafar
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Post by Rafar on Sept 10, 2016 21:02:37 GMT
Rafar nodded to Retsu's words, "I agree with your assessment, if I had to pick one however, I would say that cloaked figure was the most dangerous out of the crowd, there was something.....off about him that I can't put my finger on." His eyes would grow distant for a second, then snap back to the arena as Retsu spoke again, "However much it hurts my pride, I agree with you, you are much stronger than me at this moment in time, but one day I will surpass you."
As Retsu and himself were about to start their duel, a notification from his scouter prompted him to notice a swimsuit clad woman that had arrived at the scene of the battle. Reading her power level, Rafar found it to be, yet again, superior to his unweighted strength. "Hello to you too, your that woman from the announcement right?" Rafar looked her up and down, "First of all, why are you wearing a swimsuit in this heat? As for your request, I don't really care either way, you'll have to ask my friend Retsu over there." He motioned towards the Arocsian with his left hand, his eyes again fixing towards his rival. He didn't seem to notice Noxa's gathering power, through his battle-focus, a mistake perhaps.
Retsu clearly wasn't messing around with this training, launching a heavy series of attacks at his joint areas. He dodged, blocked and countered the blows as best he could, though many slipped through as a result of Retsu's far superior power level. Weathering the assault as best he could, he caught Retsu's tail as he moved for the finishing blow. Cut and bleeding, he smiled, "You should really tell the rest of your species not to tail whip people at the end of your combo, makes you too predictable." He would attempt to slam Retsu into the ground as hard as he could, and regardless of this attack's success he would aim a series of fast jabs and kicks at the Arocsian, which he would end with a powerful ki wave, hoping to gain the early lead in damage.
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 11, 2016 18:58:54 GMT
Retsu was abit too focused on Rafar to rally note the scouter warning him of another approaching power Level. His assault on Rafar seemed successful to some degree, only for him to get his tail grabbed, yet again. Rafar's attack seemed to work, as Retsu hit the ground hard, causing the glass to crack. He rolled over and hopped back to his feet as Rafar came at him with his own flurry of blows. Retsu would retalliate with his own assault, taking every hit Rafar had thrown at him, just for a chance to lay down some more blows on his joints with his fists. However as the engagement ended he jumped back, before rafar fired his ki wave. Retsu quickly held up his hand, firing a Ki ball into the wave, causing an explosion.
Smoke filled the Arena but Retsu wasn't going to let that stop him. Without so much as a warning he fired a lance cannon straight through the smoke, right at Rafar. The blue beam's Spiralling tip rushing towards him at high speeds. Should his attack hit or miss, he'd turn his head towards Noxa's position, before sending a Ki-blast volley in her direction, before rushing her.
As he drew near her he'd spin about, as if he was going for a tail attack, but instead would lead with a Round house kick aimed Directly at her head. Should the Kick fail he'd flip back and prepare himself for a counter attack.
[2/3 KP] [Retsu fired a Lance Cannon at Rafar for 33% damage. PL damage = 2013PL]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 8:18:32 GMT
The red mane of the woman began to rustle with activity more and more. Her power gathered while the Arcosian attacked the other man. She was still unsure of their names, but right now she made up her mind: the Arcosian would be ‘horned baldy’; the man with the tail would be known as ‘tail man’. It would make communication easier. Well, at least on Noxa’s side. The air began to swirl around Noxa, though no other non-ki sign was given that she was charging.
While the Tail Man and Baldy fought each other Noxa was left there wondering just how far the two had been suppressing their abilities. She didn’t have much trouble following the movements, but considering her artificial power inhibitor literally slowed her down…
“Hmm…” Noxa sucked at her teeth, pouting as she nibbled at the corner of her mouth. Her expression had gone blank as she waited to be given any attention. In the meantime, the woman analyzed the strength of her training partners.
Once Retsu’s ki attacked rocket the arena Noxa couldn’t help but let out a gasp. The smoke screen had blocked her vision of the two warriors.
“Rude!” She exclaimed, looking yonder at Horned Baldy’s general direction. She could not see him, yet she could sense him. “Oh!” Noxa gasped, feeling as a sudden, powerful, ki-attack was sent through the smoke. She could just vaguely see the blue glow through all of the debris that floated in the air. It wasn’t coming towards her, but she managed to say something out.
“Remember to dodge! Or strike back!” Noxa’s advice was sincere, though she wasn’t exactly sure if she spoke in time to help Tail Man. She hoped so; she would hate for him to be screwed before the match even really started.
She felt a rise in power before a few balls of ki pelted against the woman. “OH, CRAP!” she yelped.
‘Noxa, you damned idiot!’ The berating thought echoed within her mind, ‘You forgot to remove your brand new clothes!’
In a desperate attempt to protect her new swimsuit Noxa crouched, going into the fetal position to make herself a smaller target for the ki-blast volley. A strand of hair, however, broke apart from the rest of her scarlet mane. It pointed towards the Horned Baldy. There was a split second for gathering. All of the ki she had gathered pushed itself to the tip of her arrow-tipped tendril of hair. A marble sized sphere of Ki appeared. It was unstable, the red glow of its edges fluctuated violently as all of the energy was condensed and put under pressure.
The pressure built within the marble, before the marble suddenly shot upwards towards Retsu. The tiny ball traveled towards Retsu the closer it go, the more it began to rapidly expand! The massive ball — whose size peaked at 50 feet by 50 feet — began to absorb his ki-blasts as it rushed to him, effectively shielding Noxa.
Noxa then quickly leaped up from her fetal position, using that little break in combat — and the smokescreen produced by Retsu — Noxa swiftly undressed. Her carapace near instantly picked up the slack for her removed clothes, covering her form as it always did.
The woman quickly crumpled the cloth, turning around and launching it away from the fighters and out of the arena. She made a mental note to pick it up after she combat had been over.
That was close! She’d hate to lose that swimsuit and have to return to shopping!
The rapidly expanding ball would begin to displace enough air to clear out the smoke screen — if it had begun to expand too close to the arena. Of course, that all depended on how far up the Arcosian had gone.
Noxa then looked over to Rafar, if his form was visible. Should she be able to see him or not Noxa would raise her voice.
“Hey, Tail Man — what’s your name?”
[1/3 KP] [ [SU2] Menacing Posing charged for two rounds; Noxa decided to fire [UP2] Crimson Crash fired at 132% ] [ 8066 PL Red Ball (50 feet by 50 feet; gets bigger the closer it gets) heading towards Retsu ]
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Post by Rafar on Sept 13, 2016 0:51:16 GMT
The spar between the two friends had really heated up, with the pair currently exchanging a flurry of punches of kicks, each warrior trying to cripple the other’s fighting ability as fast as possible. Although Rafar got a few good hits in now and again, his assaults were too often countered by Retsu’s superior speed, forcing him onto the defensive more than was really proper to Rafar. The Arocsian mainly targeted his joint areas, which could be easily countered but left other parts of the body open to attack. This was an effective tactic in Rafar’s opinion, but a very hard one to use effectively, since it you needed to be much faster than your opponent. He grunted in pain as he attacked faster and faster, seeking to injure his friends elusive form. As the two continued to fight and take damage from their brawl, contrary to what one might think, Rafar welcomed each strike or kick that slipped past his besieged guard, as each bruise or contusion would only serve to feed his frustration and anger, making his next assault that much faster and stronger. Each wound would also feed his power, the Sayian species’ zenkai ability making each wound a source of greater power, allowing him. Rafar and Retsu broke apart as they both fired ki waves at each other, creating a loud bang and lots of smoke. It was an annoying result, and one that was potentially very dangerous for him. Rafar’s fears were realized half a second later as he saw Retsu’s signature Lance Cannon barreling through the dust and debris, straight at him. “SHIIIIIIIT!” He attempted to cushion the blast with his own ki wave, but his weighted body couldn’t produce enough ki to negate the blast. He tanked nearly the full force of the ki wave as Retsu flew off to welcome their guest. Rafar fell to one knee cursing through gritted teeth as his body crumpled involuntarily due to the damage it had received. He was covered in scorch marks and his armor had burned away in places, but he he still had some fight left in him. “Heh, that was……weak Retsu I expected better from you.” He slowly got to his feet while holding his lacerated shoulder, hacking up blood as he went. Spotting Retsu charging the strange woman, he would fly after him as fast as he could manage, “Hey your fight is back here Retsu! Don’t forget about little old me!”
(N1) Impact Cannon fired for 579 damage against Lance Cannon’s 2013. 1434 damage taken flat. Trying to improve my writing style whatcha think? Your up Lord Retsu |
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 14, 2016 20:43:16 GMT
Noxa's attack set off Retsu's scouter, warning him of the incoming attack. He jumped back to gain some distance, and as it neared him passed right through him as the afterimage he left behind faded. Seems he had dodged it.
He floated above the battle now, staring down at the two. It was going to be difficult to deal with two targets. He'd have to really conserve his energy if he wanted to even consider competing with the both of them. His eyes shut for a moment before he heard Rafar's taunting. A sigh escaped him before he opened his eyes. He'd flex out his aura before rushing downwards in a kick, aiming to slam his foot into Noxa's Chest. Hit or miss he'd fly around the arena a few times, gaining speed, before he'd rush Rafar again, aiming an uppercut towards his chin with the idea of sending him flying into the air.
Afterwards Retsu would land back on the glassy arena and stare towards Noxa. He brought his arms behind his back in his usual fighting stance and waited, watching her in silence.
[0/3 KP] [SU2 Afterimage used to Dodge Noxa's Crimson Crash]
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 21:44:31 GMT
The quasi-artificial woman watched as the crimson glow of her attack rose into the sky above. It kept going and going before it finally expanded many times over, growing into an explosive light show of red that bathed the day-time desert. The fact her attack kept climbing to the heavens — and hadn’t burst earlier — meant that the Arcosian had dodged it.
Good.
For him.
The woman then looked down, beginning to dust, cleaning the remaining debris that lingered on her form from the smokescreen the lizard had tossed up. With her distracted attention the redhead found herself a prime target for attack. The fact she didn’t necessarily see the Arcosian as a vital threat added to her recklessness; deep within her mind it hadn’t yet registered that thanks to her ability to set her ki so low she had made it so that she was, in fact, at his level, even if by her own doing.
Noxa looked up just in time to be greeted by a hearty stomp. The distracted Noxa found a foot cleaving her cleavage — knocking the wind out of her lungs and sending her tumbling back.
“Son..!”
“OF…!”
“A…!”
“BITCH!”
The woman found herself crying out — words escaping her in staccato as she tumbled and fumbled atop the glassy make-shift arena. It wasn’t until her claws slammed into the ground that she came at a screeching halt. The raking of her talons against the glassy surface produced a screeching din worthy of hell itself. That or the most obnoxious of toddlers. Either way, that vicious ear assault was almost as bad as the attack itself.
It only served to further to sour her mood.
That goddamn space lizard had just kicked her in the chest! While she was grooming herself! What kind of action was that?! The jerk!
The woman’s brow furrowed with distaste. She glared at the two warriors, only now noticing that the Tailed Man had yet to give her his name, despite her just asking him. What a boor. The woman pushed herself to her feet, her left hand gripping at her hip as her right hand rubbed at the clear Arcosian-sized footprint left in the middle of her chest; there she stood, wondering what she ought to do. It was clear the Arcosian had a vastly higher ground in terms of power level; if he were to be allowed to focus on the Saiyan this training session would likely be over quick.
“Hmm…”
Noxa pondered. She was going to have to do something about this — find a way to break apart the differences in this sparring match; having every participant fight on as close to ‘even ground’ as they could. Maybe she ought to focus on the Arcosian, give him a hard time since he clearly would be able to take it.
At that point the woman’s hair shot outward — the entire mass of the red mane having clumped into five tendrils that extended outward from her head. The tendrils did nothing but ebb and flow against the air, outstretched and moving as though in liquid. It wasn’t until the two warriors had finally began to engage that Noxa launched a barrage of ki blasts in their direction. By the density of blasts it was clear who she was targeting — the Horned Baldy. If she put enough extra pressure on him it was likely he wouldn’t be able to dominate the saiyan as much as he would without her interfering.
The blitz of red orbs pelted towards the warriors while Noxa stood there, mindlessly working away at the ache.
[⅓ KP —> ⅔ KP]
[Noxa hit by Retsu!] [Noxa fires volley of ki-blasts towards Retsu and Rafar. A VAST majority of them aimed at Retsu, with the intention of making their battle more of an even playing field.] [Noxa pouting over Rafar not giving her his name]
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Post by Rafar on Sept 18, 2016 1:11:19 GMT
Rafar watched in awe as the crimson sphere crept gradually heavenward. He could barely muster that sort of power after charging for several minutes, what kind of power did this woman wield? It was certainly greater than his own, perhaps even greater than Retsu’s. Then again, neither fighter had transformed yet, and their power would only continue to grow. He watched as Retsu dodged the red ball using the Zanzoken technique. So he has discovered that technique also….interesting. Seeing a small series of ki blasts barreling towards him from the strange woman, he would surprisingly be able to dodge or deflect most of them. It seems the female wasn’t really putting much effort into attack him at the moment, as she was currently launching a barrage at Retsu. The Sayian’s big mouth had, yet again, got him into trouble, as Retsu charged him almost faster than the eye could see. Although Rafar couldn’t physically see the approach of the Arocsian, he could definitely see the dust he was kicking up as he flew around the glass-coated arena at hyper-sonic speeds. Thinking fast, he would launch an Impact Cannon at the spot he predicted Retsu to be in the next couple of seconds. He knew it would do next to nothing, but even the most powerful warrior could be surprised sometimes. If this was successful in stunning Retsu, he would launch a flurry of ki blasts at the Arocsian, hoping to chip at his stamina reserves. If it wasn’t successful, he would take the uppercut straight up, and tumble to the floor glassy-eyed.
I am so sorry for the wait, I just had a lot of irl stuff and couldn't get out a post on this thread Btw red italics mean thoughts  |
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 18, 2016 4:24:30 GMT
His kick on the Bio-Android had been completely successful, to the point where it had distracted her for a good bit of time. However his focus wasn't on her. It was on Rafar. However, Retsu had been caught off Guard by the Impact Cannon's beam appearing in front of him so quickly. The beam quickly over took him and he let out a shout. Then there was silence. That was until Retsu popped out of the beam right in front of Rafar and connected with his uppercut, which seemed to take Rafar Down. ![]()  Retsu swiftly turned after dealing the blow to Rafar, now facing Noxa as she fired her volley of blasts at him. He brought his arms up in front of himself to block several of them before firing his own volley at Noxa as a retort. The remaining ki-blasts would explode upon collision and in doing so smoke would overtake the arena once more. "I don't know who you are..." He said. "But I apologize for my rudeness. I am Lord Retsu. And my friend, whom I may have knocked unconcious is Rafar. I consider him a friend, if you can believe that." He brought his arms behind his back, now locking on to Noxa's Power level. "I suppose We will be opponents now. Prepare yourself for my onslaught."
[N1 Impact Cannon = 579] [Retsu's Power Level = 6,101. 10% of Retsu's Power level is 610. The attack is under 10 percent of his PL and thus is negligible.] [1/3 KP] |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 11:29:35 GMT
The ache in her chest had been soothed over. Noxa felt it was an unfair move — for no reason at all. Still, the Arcosian’s beam surfing was an impressive feat… He certainly looked a lot more durable than Noxa had originally observed; diving into an attack like that — it took nerve. The woman made a mental note to try that sometime.
“Are you sure that’s what friendship looks like on Earth?” The redhead wondered in response to Retsu's decree. She wasn’t sure if it was the case… Most people didn’t like it when she decked them. The Redhead’s writhing extended tendrils returning to their place; her hair relaxed and returned to normal. After all, once her blasts and Retsu’s collided mid-air there was little reason for them to remain extended and battle ready.
The Horned Baldy’s words, however, seemed to catch Noxa off guard for a moment.
“... So, that’s what friendship looks like to Arcosians, huh? I’ll be honest, I prefer what I have going on with Namorel and Shemha — buuuuut that’s just me.” A roll of her shoulders marked Noxa’s indifference. Arcosians — who understood ‘em? Either way, after Retsu’s polite introduction Noxa figured it was her turn. Retsu, in his proper posture, advised Noxa to prepare, and so the decided to do just that.
Noxa found herself taking a new stance. She leaned back, legs widening at a 45 degree angle. The woman’s right arm extended in front of her, pointing up; her left arm extended in front of her, pointing downward. The elbows nearly pressed against one another.
Noxa was striking a pose!
Were it for not the sheer level of power the began gathering, it would’ve looked rather silly. The air around her began to rumble; the atmosphere quaked. The floor succumbed to wild tremors; the glass in the arena cracked. The sudden discord caused little splinters and shards of glassed sand to erupt. The new-formed debris wouldn’t fall to the floor as one would expect, instead they began to rise into the air alongside a few locks in Noxa’s hair. Her surging power had begun to affect the immediate gravity.
“If that’s how you make friends in Arcose, then we’re going to be a lot more than just friends…” A sly, coquettish smirk found itself on Noxa’s lips. Her glowing xanthic gaze locked in with Retsu’s eyes. “I have to warn though you though — I’m a Heart Breaker.”
“Ggnh!” Noxa moaned, blushing as she felt the lightning begin to course over her form. The sharp little flashes of light came and went in short bursts, occasionally connecting with the ground from her form, licking at the fractured glass below. This was the first time she ever poured this high of a percentage of her power into an attack — it was… It felt…
The frantic drumming of her heart — the thumping of blood in her ears drowned out the sound of the atmospheric convulsion. Noxa could hardly hear her own thoughts, but their fragments’ meanings came across clear. ‘He will be fine’ ; ‘Arcosian’ ; ‘Gods of space’ ; ‘Durable’. Justifications — little bits of reasoning; this ‘Lord Retsu’, as he called himself, would be fine; Noxa was sure of it. She was also sure that he wouldn't forget her name anytime soon, just like he apparently had just done. Either way, this was a training session, so it was the appropriate setting to try something new. Besides, with Noxa’s weights and self-imposed restrictions the degree of energy likely wouldn’t have been fatal.
Noxa pushed herself, straining her limits. She knew the end result wouldn’t be anywhere near the level of power she could really output. With that in mind, she decided to really go all out — well, all out while staying within her self-imposed parameters.
A crimson flame began to lick at her body's outline, indicating that she neared the end of the current plateau of power; she was moving onto greater heights.
[ ⅔ KP —> Full KP ] [ SU3 Menacing Posing has begun charging ]
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Post by Rafar on Sept 18, 2016 14:31:39 GMT
(Rafar is unconscious for 1 round go ahead and skip me)
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Post by Lord Retsu on Sept 18, 2016 19:10:43 GMT
"He's a saiyan. Of course he likes it when he gets hit in the face." Said Retsu. "Thats what Saiyans do an a daily basis. Beat each other up until they are unconscious." He narrowed his eyes. "Rafar is more competent, and often times more pleasant than most saiyans I've met. And I see a great deal of Potential in him. As such I'm keeping an eye on him and also considering him a friend." He looked towards the unconscious saiyan before looking back to Noxa. "Some day he may even become a Super Saiyan. I want to be there for the day it happens."
He fell silent as Noxa took a pose and spoke. He blinked at her moan then frowned. " Stop that." He said. "Stop that right now." His scouter warned him of the growing Ki that Noxa was now storing. He glared at her. "Intimidation tactics wont work on me." He rose a hand. "In fact it leaves you wide open." He began firing volley after volley of Ki-blasts at her as she posed.
Retsu didn't get it though. She was just standing there... Menacingly. She wasn't attacking, nor was a beam appearing, or a Ki ball of any sort. It honestly made him just a tad bit mad, because he didn't know what was coming. His Aura appeared around him and he flew into the air before he began quickly circling the area at high speeds once more. "I don't know what your planning to do with that power... But I'll tell you one thing. The moment you stop is the moment I grab you by your hair and throw you into the nearest sand dune."
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