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Post by Sansho on Oct 10, 2016 15:13:57 GMT
Base PL: 8,500
Current PL: 2,125 (Heavy Weights)
The blackened skies churned a spiral of clouds above the fields. Strong winds buffeted the landscape, blasting against the long grass and the leaves upon the tree branches. The lengths of Sansho's rope belt swayed and thwapped against the cloth of his gi. The hard, wood spheres of his prayer beads clashed against one-another. Despite spending most of his life in the Demon Realm, where there was nothing of weather, it was a comforting feeling for the demon warrior. It was as though the skies itself challenged him in combat. He stood tall and still, never letting so much as a facial twitch show signs of backing down.
The rain patted lightly onto his clothes, darkening them more darker than they already were. His hair became matted with a glossy sheen from the moisture. Strands of it split from the styled locks that spiked upwards, becoming more ragged in appearance. Beads of rain water dripped from his scarred, creased face like water down a channel. The moisture loosened the fibres of the ropes around his fists, silencing the otherwise creaking noise as his tanned fists gripped hard.
There was something about storms that made his blood rush, made his adrenaline pump through his body. Every so often he would see flashes of images quickly play through his mind. He could see himself in combat with another empty, faceless, void-like being. Fists locked, kicks cut the blades of grass beneath them, and blasts of ki lit up the skies in hues of red and purple and blue. He imaged himself in an intense battle, but for life or death he never knew.
before he knew it, a fist lunged out in front of him as though he were striking that imaginary foe. Crimson, glowing irises trailed from a forwards look down to his outstretched hand. His fingers uncurled a little before tightening again. The weights on his hands were starting to suit him better, but the tightness of the leather felt… constricting. Limiting. He had thought that his body was beginning to reduce the restrictions, but not yet. he had more training to do.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 10, 2016 19:21:17 GMT
[PL: 3,100 for the thread]
Levlidian burst through the blackening skies and rode the winds as easily as a bird might; power radiated through him as the Saiyan picked up speed though descended as a particularly dark energy inserted itself into his mind. Stopping entirely, his dark mane righting itself and the crimson of his aura dissipating he'd look beneath him to spy a figure amongst the trees. Such power, it felt fended, restrained and his grin emerged for the curiosity that swallowed his senses. Descending further, the dark haired beast struck the ground and righted himself to fold his arms, forming a weft of his dark Ki and bulky physique before his broad chest.
The procedure of landing and placed him six or seven feet away, dirt and dust rose beneath the pressure of his Ki to which softened the Saiyan's landing and piercing, obsidian orbs locked on to the Demon. It seemed more souls stood in the midst of no where but this one had an odd coil of darkness about him, adhering to his curious nature, Levlidian strode closer.
"I'm going to assume there's a reason you're remaining stoic before a masterful Warrior," the arrogance bled from his jeering words, a mocking grin appeared and our Saiyan Elite paused not three feet from his opponent. The wind swept up and courted the loose folds of his Gi to tighten about his beserkers figure and aggression reflected in those eyes whilst his fringe coated the forehead; folding in the wake of such an active night tonight. The Demons protruding fist garnered more interest from Levlidian and his attention switched to it, was he a combatant perhaps?
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Post by Sansho on Oct 10, 2016 22:04:58 GMT
The winds picked up. The folds of Sansho's gi began to rustle and flutter violently against the currents, drowning out the patting of rain drops. Something was coming—or rather, someone. The person's power was considerable, at least in comparison to what he had sensed at an earlier confrontation some time ago. It was strong, there was no denying it… but it wasn't comparable to his own at full strength. The demon decided to keep his weights on, if anything then to limit his own power. Perhaps this could be somewhat interesting…
A sudden crash sounded amongst the buffeting winds and the rainfall. Grass was torn from the soil, and soil ripped from the earth. The dust settled finally, revealing the man before his crimson eyes. His hair was wild, much wilder than his own. Amber eyes shone out amongst the darkened atmosphere. He could see scars along the man's face and chest. It was certain that this man with some sort of fighter, perhaps quite experienced.
He was also arrogant in his speech. A 'masterful warrior', he called himself. The demon would sneer had he found amusement in this person's gloating. His extended fist slowly drew back to his side. His blood-tinged irises flicked up to meet the other's own, locked in a gaze.
"I only stand before a fool," he grunted. "Your arrogance would be your undoing had you approached any other. But I will restrain myself… if only to test your worth." His feet shifted, the back turned to the side while the front remained straight. His arms resumed a martial posture, with the right kept low and the left held above his head. Sansho shifted into his usual combat stance. "Prove yourself… 'masterful warrior'."
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 10, 2016 23:17:26 GMT
"You've made the same mistake I did, in the end," a sour edge added to the tone of the dark haired Warrior, the Demon was not as readable as the others but it seemed pride was something they suffered with just as readily.
Levlidian's grin further extended into one of a twisted sense of superiority, he could feel the difference in their power but his bloodline soon saw to degrading the natural need to evade this, into a need to delve head first into it. About his darkened flesh flourished the corruptible red of his Ki, the center of his brow sank into aggression as the Saiyan sank into a regular horse stance. Levlidian's left arm folded and balled into a solid fist whilst his right protrude him like a set of talons directed at his Demonic opponent. About this moment was when his aura cascaded into view, folding about the quickening pace of the breeze that shaped a vortex about him; the heat was external and with molecules accelerating it only intensified whilst cooler air accumulated to forge this light show.
Silence fell between the pair, a shriek piercing the notion and reminding the world of the storm enveloping them and battering Levlidian with its herald, a thick mist of rain. It was Levlidian who drove on first, unleashing a cry of thunderous rage he allowed himself to be swamped in his beserking nature. Dirt tore from the station he once owned as he took off, soaring to close the gap. Within a moment, the Saiyan was before the Demon, drawing his left forward, a savage left hook ruptured the fall of the rain to meet his complexion. Regardless of hit or not he'd them fire a flurry of attempted strikes for his chest and abdomen before leaping skywards. Rotating on his axis in mid air. he'd attempt to deliver a round house kick as added measure unto the jawline of Sansho.
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Post by Sansho on Oct 11, 2016 12:25:05 GMT
There was no movement from the stanced demon. The only motion to be seen from his person was the billowing of the cloth and ropes about his person from the winds. His body was like stone, a statue in the fields. He has done as he had said; restrained himself from lunging out right against his foe. He considered his body a weapon of steel, tempered by discipline. And he was ready to draw it into battle.
And so was his opponent. Sansho found the stance familiar, almost the same as one of his own stances. The Saiyan's legs were spread apart into a horse stance, knees bent yet rigid against the ground. His left arm was perched back against his side, reach to strike. It was definitely the arm he were to attack with first. The other arm, extended out with claw-like fingers, was possibly for defense to parry or grapple an incoming fist. Though the demon's crimson eyes were locked straight into a gaze, he was measuring him up motionlessly. And the more he spend doing so, the more time he had to prepare for the outcome.
A furious cry let out from Sansho's opponent, followed by a blur of motion as he sprung forwards. As he had suspected, the drawn fist lunged forwards into a powerful hook that aimed straight for his face. But all he needed to do to avoid it was to turn a little, letting the fist pass by over his shoulder while he went to drive his own left fist into the other's stomach. But it seemed as though the Saiyan had the same though, and both powerful hooks clashed against one another, knuckles clashing against ropes. A boom ruptured from the impact, creating a shockwave that tore at the grass and first beneath them.
It didn't stop there. The two unleashed a flurry of blows, and none making ground. A string of parry and deflection followed the initial clash. Fists and palms and elbows and forearms met against one-another, each creating a sounding thud like thunder to accommodate the storm. The flurries halted as the Saiyan decided to go for a more sizeable strike, spinning for a powerful roundhouse kick. But all Sansho needed to do was duck the strike. With his right fist poised to his side, he attempted to deliver a strong uppercut to his opponent's chin as he quickly rose up from his crouching position.
His opponent was strong. Quite strong, in fact. But perhaps his berserker-like rage was clouding his judgement.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 11, 2016 14:48:08 GMT
Eruptions filled the night during their monstrous exchange, this Demon, he was perfectly calm, how was that? Even as their forearms collided, their fists deflected off one another and the earth would concave beneath the savagery of their onslaught. Anger burned bright, it enveloped the Saiyan and he misjudged the kick terribly.
The currents of the air spread far with the motion of his foot and the brutality of the attack, reeling in his foot for what felt like hours, Levlidian tucked said limb away only to peer down into the crimson fist seeking his jaw. There was no time to shift, furrowing his brow and closing a single eye to the roar of pain stealing away his breath; the young Saiyan was sent careering skywards. Such power, it was intense and merged with a true sense of putrid blackness, excitement lit within him and regaining composure, ceasing his motion, the beast was soon back on the attack.
The aura about him lashed the rear of his boots as he rocketed back down to his opponent with a right fist, the attack itself used as an attempted glancing blow to the creatures jaw. From the soaring attack he'd meet the ground with a solid eruption of sound from the connection of his boots to dirt. His second palm drew back as he sank into absorbing the pressure such an action would generate, burning obsidian eyes levelling out to a cooler, logical sense of collaboration with himself how best to act next.
Preparing his fist into a palm, Levlidian rose with the natural motions of moving forward and he swiftly divulged a second strike aimed for his chest with said palm, the other attacking fist drawing back to pivot his hips and chest into the motion for extra force. It was true, drunk on the idea of battle he'd dove head first into the combat without a plan or a seconds thought. Now they'd exchanged blows, our Saiyan was learning and now his focus seemed to overlap his dangerously volatile rage. The attempted palm strike was, by design, intended to press the opponent back more than injure; he wanted to prove he could shift this bastion from his stance in the wake of judgement by the battering rain.
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Post by Sansho on Oct 11, 2016 16:01:27 GMT
A direct hit, to be sure. Sansho could feel his knuckles crack under the force of the strike as a powerful uppercut was driven into the underside of his opponent's chin. it would limber up his fingers though. His arm remained stretched upwards, his fist raise, as he watched the Saiyan sore into the skies above. He quickly poised himself for a counter attack, reeling back into his combat stance. His crimson eyes glowered from the ground skywards, two red dots shining up at the soaring opponent as he never lifted his gaze from him. He knew this person had more to offer. Much more.
It was simply the first attack of many to come, from both the furious Saiyan and the hardened Demon. The man struck down towards Sansho, his aura lighting up the storm-torn skies like a comet. The crimson irises shifted, spotting the clenched right fist coming down towards his head with brutal impact. But Sansho merely swung his raised arm downwards, redirecting the strike to one side. he needn't the power to completely block it—it was already coming downwards. He just needed to knock it to one side, away from himself.
And that strike told the demon much. It wasn't as strong as the previous attacks, no, but it was more concise. More calm. That was what made the attack all the more powerful, and why it needed to be avoided one way or another.
The thought was dashed away as another strike lunged forwards from the Saiyan. It seemed forceful, and yet lacked intent. Sansho tucked in his arm about his abdomen, his palm facing outwards to absorb part of the impact from the strike. His arm acted like a shock absorber, taking the brunt of the force as he was pushed back several meters. Trails of flattened grass striped along the field where his feet were dragged through from the pushback. The demon wasn't sure if that was the intent of the strike, or if it was simply lacking the killing finesse. Or if it was intentional, then was it simply a show of power, or was it because he was going on the defensive?
Either way, it wouldn't do the Saiyan any good.
Sansho grunted. It was the only sound he had made since the fight started. His fists clenched tight around the hand ropes, the fibres creaking under the pressure. He had considered that, perhaps, he should get more serious. But held off on that notion for now. The fight was only just beginning after all.
The demon quickly sprung off his feet into the air. His glowing red eyes left streaks of blood-coloured mists as he soared upwards. With both hands raised up, small orbs of red ki formed within the palms. His hands stretched out one after the another as a quickened pace, each one firing a bolt of ki downwards at the Saiyan. Over and over again more would rain down from the skies in a furious crimson volley. At least a couple dozens of ki blasts were sent off to rain destruction upon the land where the opponent stood. Afterwards… the demon could only wait and see if his opponent was still there, as either whole or as ashes.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 11, 2016 18:24:05 GMT
Levlidian staggered as the tension between them was relinquished, rage funnelled through him as he stood stern only to through his gaze upwards and after the ac sending Sansho, he was up to something. Cracking the scene as though a glass pane, lightning decorated the sky bathing them in luminescent blue and it was lain before him; the truth behind the sudden change in tactics. Orbs of crimson flickered through the second crack of lightning, taking advantage of the blinding light and with a quick shift, the Saiyan danced between several, darting side ways and deflecting one with a sweep of his hand infused with the vibrant hum of his own Ki. There were too many, Levlidian knew that now and planted his boots into the soil, folding his forearms and adorning his crouching horse stance. Rain painted his Gi, sodden and heavier than before he braced for the impeding downpour of power.
Time after time balls greeted his defence, a searing heat and deafening hum filled the night until it finally paused. Burnt, seared flesh stang against the cold rain and yet the dust and debris kicked up thanks to the crater surrounding Levlidian; it created an ideal scenario. Pain scorched his flesh, weakness began to seep in bit by bit at the depleted stamina of its Master, but Levlidians rage coiled around his pride like a snake. This demon was clever, wearing his target down from afar to grant himself an advantage in close combat.
There was more to this figure than met the eye, he was cold, calculative just as Levlidian was and now it seemed, simply beserking was not enough to fight such a well honed foe; but an idea sprang to mind. From the depths of the thick plume erupted a weaving, adjusting ball of ki, Levlidian had drawn back his soaked arm to formulate the attack before launching it with a wide sweep of his arm as though vaulting a baseball at the opponent.
Dashing clear of the plume to the right trying to take advantage of the possible misguided Demon, his power engulfed him with the same molecular heated red as before and he took flight. Sweeping in a tight curve he'd seek come up just as the ball was moments from his target ready to be blocked or deflected. Fists drawn back he'd suddenly burst into Sansho and seek rotate unto his right, curling into a sideways rotating ball producing a vicious heel to the back of his head with the intent of sending the opponent soaring back to the crater.
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Post by Gekido on Oct 12, 2016 1:00:56 GMT
Powerlevel:3,000
Gekido had been walking, Koldar being gone for some time so training seem to be on hold, he needed to find something to do, or someone to hone his skills at the least, he was waiting for a good challenge, someone who could temper him bring him to his state of primal fury. Gekido was looking for someone or something to crush. His large feet stamping into the ground with a powerful thud. He could feel the something was amiss in the area with the large dust clouds forming, he itching to fight, he knew they were not natural. He licked his lips blood lust filling his gaze as he walked with intent towards the area. He wanted a fight it pulled at his souls, tugging at him, he felt a way he had not felt in a long time, two fighters dancing off in the dust, their powers clashing with eachother, a feeling of sadness overcoming him, he had not seen two equal fighters in such a long time, and they seem to be somewhat close to his level, he could see their movements just fine and he wanted to join in, he couldn't hold himself back
"Looks like we got something going on!!!!" A large voice boomed Gekdio running at the two warriors as rain slammed into his uncovered form making his body gleam in the dark rain. He pulled his fist back the one for introductions, "I see a good fight so i'm joining hope you don't mind not that i care." He charged right at the saiyan first pulling his fist to his side tight with intent he wanted to bash this saiyan, it had been so long since he felt this excited, they seem to be powerful, powerful enough to give him a good fight at least in his base form. He first grabbed onto the saiyan heel that was aimed at the Demon though he did slide back probley now back to back with the large demon a wicked smile on his face. He Spun around attempting to throw the saiyan right into the demons back before kicking off the dirt away from the two of them a smile forming, "you both seem quite tough, I want to fight, so lets do it, come on and brawl with me." He flicked his hand at the two, he felt he was more then capable of defeating both of them, though he wanted to them to all fight for themselves, letting their souls pour out and fuel the battle, let their pride and dreams on the line, a true battle, he wanted to feel the rush agian.
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Post by Rafar on Oct 12, 2016 2:25:05 GMT
Thread Power Level 18,426 Heavy Weights Active! Restrained Power Level 4606
As the lighting crashed down on the unrelenting ground of Earth, so one black streak of power and fury. Rafar landed with all the force of the yellow streaks streaming through the air around him, fracturing the Earth into thousands of stone shards. In the microseconds following his landing, he let out a scream of pure power, the waves of sonic force vaporizing every rain drop and pebble currently suspended in the air.
He quieted his mind and ki as the rain once again splashed down onto the fertile Earth. His new power born of intense training was impressive to say the least. Even weighed down, he was nearly as powerful as he used to be when he was unhindered during the the battle with T.H.U.G. His control still left much to be desired however, his strength just poured out with no regard for stealth or restraint. Something to work on another day perhaps. Blinking in surprise, he noticed several power levels only slightly inferior to his current weighted state. He chuckled as he realized this was a perfect opportunity to test the results of his training, it was almost like this had been set up specifically for his benefit. Rafar sprinted in the direction his scouter indicated, eager to test himself in the fiery crucible of battle.
He arrived shortly before Gekido's appearance and watched as the Sayian and human fought back and forth across the grassy slopes of the field. It was actually quite entertaining and Rafar found himself mentally cheering his fellow Sayajin on as he attempted to get the drop on the human. It was only when the blue-skinned alien showed up and flew towards the center of the fight that he remembered he had come here to fight, not spectate.
He would attempt to intercept Gekido as he moved towards the pair, making a grab for the alien's fist. If this was sucessful he would stare the humanoid down, "You know its rude to interrupt a private bout. How about I be your opponent!" He would then attempt to use his other hand to punch Gekido square in the face, knocking him away from the fight.
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Post by Sansho on Oct 12, 2016 11:04:03 GMT
And so the downpour ceased upon the grounded Saiyan. There wasn't much to see below besides the subtle flashes of crimson against the night sky and the clouds of dust that each impact had created. The heavy winds soon carried them away, and within them the demon caught glimpse of a bright sphere. It was somewhat expected that his opponent would retaliate in a similar manner, and so Sansho poised himself ready to deflect the attack once it was fired.
And it was. The ball of ki launched towards him, brightening the skies as it homed in on the prepared demon. It grew bigger, larger, closer the more it got towards him. A simple flick of the lower-placed arm swatted the blast skywards with an open palm. It was a good try on the Saiyan's behalf, but wasn't enough it seemed.
But the Saiyan already knew that. Sansho let his guard down for that one moment. He was so preoccupied with the ki blast that he didn't even notice that his opponent was already level with him. Even sensing his ki was tenuous at best, having been obstructed by the ki blast. There wasn't much he could do to counter it, let alone retaliate, except to rear his upper arm back enough to present the strike from being delivered to the back of his head.
A sharp pain shot through the demon's right forearm as the heel connected with it. Like a ball from a cannon, Sansho was sent soaring into the ground where his opponent had once been. A rumbling crash filled the battlefield. Dust, dirt, grass and earth erupted from the impact as though an explosion had been detonated. The debris had cleared and the dust carried on by the storm. The demon was there, knelt down on one knee and both palms placed in front of him onto the massacred soil. His face was stern and sober, never changing from what it was before.
Slowly he raised himself off the ground. he flicked his right arm twice, shaking off the tingling sensation and flexing his fingers a few times. "Good. Impressive…" He turned on his back heel to meet with this formidable Saiyan, but caught glimpse of two others that he spotted in his sweeping sight. One was a large male figure, with blue skin and spiked orange hair. The other was garbed in a skin-tight black suit, with white and gold armor. A sword was seen sheathed on the back of it, something that the demon sneered at—weapons were for those who had no confidence in their own fists.
Suddenly he saw the taller of the two shoot up, ready to intervene in their battle. But the other armoured warrior intercepted, holding him off. It was a tiresome affair to be sure, but at least this swordsman had the courtesy to not let anyone interfere with their battle.
His crimson eyes shot back up at the Saiyan who he was fighting. He extended a hand out, and wagged a finger at him, motioning him to come back down. While the Heran and the swordsman were having their tussle up into the skies, Sansho and Levlidian could continue their battle on the ground.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 12, 2016 11:27:47 GMT
How the air was clearing now, the once relentless assault of the rain and ceased though the winds still coiled and writhed as though invisible serpents directed them. Dark clouds remained, illuminated by the hidden crackles of lightning dancing beneath their thin veil.
The solid form of the Demon connected with Levlidian's heel letting loose a monstrous boom, currents of air swept aside as the opponent was sent hurtling towards the ground. Slowly drawing himself into his casual stance and drinking in the sensation of pain that spread through the heel of his foot. This Demon, he was very fast, very well disciplined and seemed completely calm even in the wake of such a strike. Whilst he crashed to Earth, dirt and dust correlating into a thick plume; the Saiyan watched on with a stern frown and suspected this was not enough to quite quell the creature. So enthralled by his actions, Levlidian was unaware of the energy signature hurtling in his direction.
Shock filled his visage, obsidian eyes full and his jaw drawing slack as this bastion of a man appeared in his blind spot, adverting to face him there was little our dark haired beserker could do to evade and thus prepared to sweep his arms into a cross shaped defence. A second explosion of air wrapped about the young Saiyan and he opened his eyes to peer past his hulking forearms only to behold another soul had arrived. Dressed in familiar armour, boasting a familiar sense of rage and pride; another Saiyan had caught the strike saving his brother by race. An exchange of words seemed to flow between them and Levlidian watched on, lowering his arms.
The energy of his fellow Saiyan betrayed his heritage. That familiar sense of primal fury to which summoned a grin from their observer. "Much appreciated," Levlidian uttered and turned his gaze upon the ruined fields below. There, amongst the settling rubble and debris was his opponent, burning jewels of crimson fixated to the rage induced, obsidian eyes of the Saiyan. "I will leave this one to you then, brother," and at the invitation granted via the Demons writhing digit; he didn't seem injured but a modicum of respect seemed to flow in his staggered attempt to stand. Levlidian unleashed his aura cracking the silence with a roar, there was no room for holding back here, their battle had just begun and already our antagonist had the notion that it was he who would be hard pressed to come out victorious.
Curling into a ball, his body readied to fire into the trajectory leading to combat, he barely gave another thought to the onlookers and erupted by full extending his body. The winds careered clear of him whipping about those present reflecting the speed in which he accelerated to in a moment. Raw forearms blazed with pain against the cool air pierced by his charge and drawing a right fist back; Levlidian unleashed a heavy blow for the Demons chest. Regardless of the outcome, the Saiyan remained air borne, a flurry of punches and kicks seeking to invoke an exchange. Taking advantage of his air superiority; at least he assumed he was.
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Post by Gekido on Oct 12, 2016 22:41:21 GMT
As he went for his attack, He felt someone grabbed his fist his eyes narrowing as the saiyan has stopped his attack, "Hmm i guess but i didn't act if it was private i'm looking for..." He was stopped as the saiyan hit him right in the face causing the large heran to fly back he rubbing his face before growling, "Ok not bad but don't think it will happen agian." Gekido closed his eyes Focusing, this guy was pretty tough it seemed and it was not going to be some cake walk for Gekido to get the better of him. Gekido slowly took a stance his arms lowered to each side his feet planted in the ground as he took a brawler like stance before launching himself right at Rafar.
He launched his fist upward going for a powerful uppercut to first knock the saiyan off balance before sending his other arm forward for an uppercut. He was going to go all offensive, fuck defense he was going to beat that saiyan's ass. After the uppercut he attempted to hook the saiyan trying to knock him right in the ground, he was not going to give that man to breath, he was going to beat him. He felt the blood rushed right into his eyes as he pivoted agian getting ready to spin around and knock the saiyan down if he attempted to get up, their was not way he'd let the saiyan's attempt to stop him go unpunished.
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Post by Rafar on Oct 24, 2016 0:13:01 GMT
Rafar gave a wary nod to Levlidian’s statement. “Just finish that poor excuse for a fighter off, I have gravity training to get back to.” He hadn’t met many SSE sayians during his tenure on this world, and he was unsure if he was being hunted by the SSE. Probably not, he was not nearly well known enough, though it never hurt to be cautious.
Rafar smirked at this creature’s pathetic attempts to get ready for the impending confrontation. It didn’t matter what the big blue alien tried, his defeat was inevitable. “Just give up blueberry, you can’t possi-“
Quicker than a thought the alien launched himself into the air, slamming a heavy fist into his jaw. Rafar’s head rocked back from the sheer force of the strike as the Sayian was momentarily stunned. The bestial alien attempted another strike, this time towards his cheek, but Rafar managed to counter this strike, shoving Gekido’s fist aside and attempting a heavy gut punch. “Good, but not good enough, you’ll need to be faster if you want to beat me.” If this was successful he would attempt a shoulder throw, launching the alien back towards the dark Earth, sending a barrage of ki blasts to accompany him on his journey.
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Post by Rafar on Oct 31, 2016 0:19:16 GMT
Leaving since Im taking a hiatus pl please. Flavor Rafar's disappearance anyway you chose
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