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Post by Jormungandr on Oct 29, 2016 19:19:38 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 77,760 MULTIPLIERS: Makyo Star (X8 multiplier) - PL was 9,720 GAIN BONUSES:
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The serpent pouted. this guy was no fun.... "You're boring!" she complained, harumphing and crossing her arms as well. What could she do to make this more interesting? she could go back to her base power, then use torture chamber... ooh, now there was an idea! but then she wouldn't be able to use it against the really strong saiyan that was on the sidelines. She found herself unable to come to a decision...
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 30, 2016 17:09:55 GMT
The air seemed to fall silent, he was listening to each word offered and tge Saiyans brow sank to the notion of it. Clearly the older man had misunderstood but clarity came with explanation thus he returned it.
"You misunderstand, I respect your power difference and know it all too well. As our people say; 'We grow stronger by challenging our betters," with the sudden quell of the conversation he witnessed the developing attack and his own ki ignited.A blazing inferno of power circumfranced his hulking figure with a mere grunt from its owner.
"You're a skilled warrior, I'll not shame you by holding back," with that his ki shrank and outlined the feral warrior in a crimson outline. Flames of ki fluttered from the intensity but his control seemed effortless. As the opponent unleashed his attack, Lev' burst into the attack and using his ki infused fists he bludgeons it to the floor seeking to create a dust plume from destruction.
The explosion granted him a chance and he dove through it. Using the ability he owned to sense the sheer essence of a fighter saw him erupt with a normal physical attack directed to hammer the elder across his jaw followed by a savage palm strike aimed for the sternum with all the feeocity he could muster.
[UP2][Saiyan's Wrath] Super Ki-Infused Melee Attack 66% 7260 used to dflect the grim gun down. Kp 3 > 2
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Oct 31, 2016 19:35:29 GMT
The crack of palm against jaw had the veteran's head move to the side, eye glinting in something akin to pride. Even with his hand solidly planted on Val's face, the grizzled fighter turned his head to regard the younger of the species for a long, silent moment.
"It seems I've done you an insult lad. It's a dangerous world. Best not coddle ye, those SCAR lads would eat you alive. Best we train ye fast." He stepped inside the younger man's reach, shoulder checking him to create a sudden pressure of distance. The impact making it fairly obvious the man's entire right arm was a cybernetic. "This, young'un, is the price of weakness." He clenched the fist, the subtle whine of augmented muscle audible in the air. "I ain't the strongest man on this world by far either, so consider this helpin' an old man out."
Val darted forward, fists a blur, but keeping his power in check. Just a little bit head of Levlidian's, pushing the young Saiyan to the utter end of his abilities. "Stay with me kid, watch the shoulders, not the fists. Hands lie, shoulder's always telegraph movements." Fist tempo flared up and down, changing the speed of his attacks to try and catch his fighting partner off guard. Like a slow ball in the diamond, a half sped fist could throw an opponent off guard and cause them to block too soon; making a gut shot turn into a chin, or vice versa. "C'mon kid, yer half my age! You'll be stronger then me in no time, and I except you to come and visit y'here? Make sure this old man ain't dead in the ditch."
Wrist flicked, sending a fist sized ki blast into his foe's face; even if it didn't hurt it'd startle. Boots planted on ground made small craters of power as he sent every pound of muscle and force in his arm, upper body, and legs into an uppercut for the lad's chin.
"Now let's see you grit those teeth!"
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Post by Purika on Oct 31, 2016 21:36:45 GMT
It seemed the fight between the other two got a bit heated up. They seemed to be a bit talkative while they fought, and so was Jormungandr. He presumed he was being talkative too. While he was waiting for a reply from Jormungandr, he watched as the breeze made the sand float through the air. Quite calming to be honest. The desert would seem desolate to most, but it still had life. Lizards and small plants could make their homes here.
[KP 3/3]
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Post by Jormungandr on Oct 31, 2016 21:56:21 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 29,160 MULTIPLIERS: Demonic Will (X3 multiplier) - PL was 9,720 GAIN BONUSES:
TAGS:OOC NOTES: A decision has been reached
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The demon grimaced, before a smirk spread across her face. "how about this..." she said, her tone making it sound like an offer. "I'm not going back to my base power, but I am going to refrain from using the might of the Makyo Star against you." As she spoke, her power dropped. She suppressed the power of the star, but did not let go of it entirely, for it was linked to her demonic heritage, and the strength that she tapped into whenever she was in dire straits. She was still stronger than her opponent, but it was nowhere near the ridiculous power gap from before.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 1, 2016 1:08:24 GMT
The shoulders? Hm, he began taking up this advice, unused to the collaberation of defenses he was implicating, there was little time to gain any real experience. For an older man, he was skilled, utilising every aspect of his body and form to strike hard but fast. Even here, Levlidian could tell he was holding back and this mention of SCAR saw him both intrugied and set about a fluster. However, time passed in seconds whilst he grew better and better, blocking using the source of blows as directions rather than the limb. he began to see patterns, movements but had no where near the speed to accumulate the respective responses to defend.
Blow after blow rained down on Levlidian, each of his limbs manoeuvred without thought but missed as he aimed incorrectly, though adrenaline swallowed his mind, he could hear the offered utterances and his grin gew ever wider. Boom after boom buffeted the air about them but it would be a lie to portray Levlidian anywhere but out of his league. pain tore through him, this older gent' sure wasn't coddling the boy and how he revelled in it. A solid right strike sent the Saiyan staggering and as he turned to offer him one in kind, he spied the Ki a moment too late and yelped in the displeasure of being struck. Blinded, he choked and gasped only to part the lids of his eyes to spy and incoming blow from beneath.
A solid crack filled the air about them but Levlidian held fast, the knuckles of his opponent rested against his chin and with every once of sinew and muscle, back drawn taught, and chest flared outward to absorb the blow; Lev' pushed downwards to fix his obsidian gaze upon the old man before jumping back. Blood rolled down his chin as a thick pearl to greet the blooming grin upon his thin lips. "I appreciate the input," he uttered between wheezes, the damage was substantial but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle for the time being, "I see there is a price, one you've paid with flesh and blood and you do me an honour by offering me a chance to train under you for this bout,"
A deep grunt sounded and about him again erupted every once of inner courted power he owned, licking flames sibling to the tell tale hum of manipulation; he up took his stance again; "I shan't disappoint you Sensai," was this a mock? Perhaps in part but our protagonist wasn't one to shy a way from bettering himself and he erupted from the point of his origin.switching his tactics, slowing the pace to which they drew for his enemy and allowing his experience to drive him. Levlidian struck for the abdomen, the fist paused and interlocked with a pivot to heave his elbow as an attempt upon the mans core. Rotating he'd seek sweep out to the outer position to the left of the man and aim a fist to strike the back of his head, should he manage it a knee would be rising to meet the descending visage of Arlic whilst his eyes lay upon his shoulders and hips, waiting for a response to defend against.
Dropping back again but the darting upon his toes touching the dirt, he'd seek a bull rush, phasing from view for but a moment only to reappear at extremely close quarter with another attempted headbutt. Levlidian was attempting to emulate him without the use of Ki, sticking in close and accessing his cold, calculative mind beneath all his rage and adrenaline. It was true, shear power wasn't the key to winning a fight. Even as he attacked, the sheer weight of him had felt like it increased, each precised show from the older Saiyan had been on purpose deliberately slowing him in the stand offs to come.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 1, 2016 13:46:11 GMT
"Good. Every part of your body is a weapon, not just your fists, elbows, and feet." When his arm was grabbed, he knew what would come next. Kicking his legs up and turning to hover at waist height in the air. The fist to the back of his head was a long strike, and a longer shot. Android like arm coming up to catch and shove it aside; before following his own strike for the young fighter's gut. The grizzled veteran slammed his head forward, skulls cracking together with enough impact to scare birds from trees. "Not bad. Not bad at all." Shifting his hip, the Saiyan's leg kicked out to aim a connection with his foe's skull. A force not dissimilar of a semi-truck on a highway.
He hopped back, arms crossed and looking like he'd only gotten a few scratches during the fight, and a bruise on his face. "Bit young, bit headstrong, but we can work with that. Just don't pick on someone whose not as nice as ol Val, wot?" The elder soldier grinned, motioning in a 'come and get it' gesture. Dark eyes glinting with trouble, and the constant pressure of a Saiyan's near arrogant pride. "Know what SCAR is lad? Buncha robots, trying to kill us squishy folk." He poked the kid's chest to indicate that he was not, obviously, made of metal. "Me and me friend Aimi faught a robot doctor. Thing's got an overdrive, make 'em kick yer ass. Only way to beat 'em is to train, and train hard."
The Sheriff lent in, almost to whisper. "Course, I made myself a special move just to fuck wit' em."
A surge of power surrounded the elder fighter, indigo aura flaring like fire on a stack of wood. Hair stood up on end, and power fixated on the fighter's arms. Slow at first, sparks and electricity ran down the soldier's arms. Turning from static shock small flickers to full lighnting bolts cascading back and forth along his limbs, like a waterfall of energy. Rolling his shoulders, Arlic shoved palms forward. The powerful array of energy zapping out like a bullet from the chamber, and putting a bowling ball sized hole in a nearby boulder.
"You got any special attacks kid?" He smacked his own chest with a wry grin. "C'mon let's see it, promise ya won't hurt ol' Uncle Val."
[Valkyrie Pulse used on an unlucky rock, KP 2/3]
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Post by Purika on Nov 3, 2016 23:56:31 GMT
Duri watched as Jormungandr spoke, he was interested quite a bit in what she was doing. He noticed her power level was dropping, but this was still not fitting to Duri. Some times he wished he could just fight with a certain lower power level instead of being stuck with this high one. Duri knew it could be worse though, but he wasn't risking it. That planetoid in the sky certainly did give these 'demons' a high power boost, and demons could boost their power on their own. For all Duri knew, saiyans couldn't do that until they at least achieved the form of Super Saiyan.
Duri knows when he is beaten, and will just leave if applicable. "Yea, im not up for that challenge." Duri would laugh with his hand behind his head, and then fold his arms for a serious look after he got done. He then gave it a bit of thought, but that didn't help. "Well, if you don't mind..." Duri would think while speaking, pretty awkward for him. "I'm just going to go now." Duri then was about to leave, but he had realized he never introduced himself! "Sorry for not introducing myself at the beginning, my name is Duri." Duri stood there, waiting to see if she would reply before he took his leave.
[KP 3/3]
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Post by Jormungandr on Nov 4, 2016 0:39:02 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 29,160 MULTIPLIERS: Demonic Will (X3 multiplier) - PL was 9,720 GAIN BONUSES:
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Jormungandr's arms fell limply to her sides as Duri declined. He... he wasn't going to fight her?! "....I'm Jormungandr." she growled reluctantly, after he introduced himself. As soon as the last syllable escaped her mouth, she spun around, approaching the other two. If he wasn't going to fight her, she'd go to someone who would!
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 5, 2016 20:06:34 GMT
The pair had separated in earnest and breathing heavily, Levlidian watched on as he was elaborated upon as to how and who these souls were, "SCAR?" he rose into a general stance and looked intrigued. "Why would anyone want to divulge into robotics when they have blood like ours?" he stopped and observed the arm. A grin evolved and with a shrug he'd utter; "Did they best you Sensai?"
Levlidian poised a furrowed brow and watched on as the gentleman exhibited the knowledge of his ability, it was fascinating, wild but clearly developed with specific purpose. "You'll have to show me just how to do that I reckon," the request was more so insistent than he'd meant it but there was ample ego to flow for more than just Lev'. He turned his head to the approaching Jor' and offered a short thumbs up; "Looking good Demon<" he uttered and laughed at his own play on imitation Earthling appraises.
"As for abilities," his Aura coiled around him like a snake and burst into full view, with a deep breath the young Saiyan then swallowed the Ki inside himself and a deep red hum produced the red hue about his form. A solid red line then forged about his fists whilst licks of red flame enveloped his body. The Aura he once boasted flowed from the inside and he continued to channel it. Unleashing a defeaning roar he then drove it hard into a boulder to hsi right shattering it and the rupture acted similar to an explosion. "I use Ki to enhance my physical strength in combat instead of lancing it around. It offers better accuracy in sacrifice of its long range capability; but its worth it. I can charge it to some impressive heights but it comes in three tiers. 'Saiyan's Rage', 'Saiyan's Wrat'h and 'Saiyan's Pride'. I usually focus my entire skill into close combat, never have I found any use for long range attacks,"
[Used Saiyan's Rage at 33% on yet another boulder! Poor stone. 2/3KP]
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 6, 2016 4:16:14 GMT
"Not bad son. Not bad. Should look into some longer ranged attacks though. Never know, might need to support someone. Never lock yourself into a single slot; always comes back to bite you in the end."
Digging through his sash, the elder fighter tugged out a metal tin of cigars. Tossing one up, it spun once, twice, before falling into his lips. Cybernetic hand snapping a few times to spark the end of the tobacco stick to life. "Well kid, I hope you took notes. Here's yer pop quiz." Val pointed lazily to the approaching demon, and how she obviously was looking for another fight after Duri had bailed on her.
"I'm too strong, even if she has the Star going. Best you handle her mate. I'll yell encouragement for ya if it makes you feel better." He kicked his legs up, hands folding behind his head. The great thing about flying is you always had a hammock at the ready.
"Remember Lev, yer a Saiyan. We're the strongest god damn warriors in the galaxy. Don't let me down or I'll beat your ass."
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Post by Purika on Nov 7, 2016 0:21:46 GMT
Duri had nothing else left to do here, but a at least the demon snake had given him her name. Jormungandr, what a sophisticated name. Duri would take note that the old saiyan would be encouraging the younger one to fight Jormungandr. Duri would smirk, and would look over in the distance. Duri would shout. "Sandstorm Incoming! I'll be off!" Duri would then wave and charge up a bit of ki, and rocket off into the distance of the desert, leaving a trail of sand behind himself.
[ KP 3/3 | T-PL: 12,286 | C-PL: 12,286 ] [ Items: Black Jumpsuit - Scouter ] [ Bonuses: None ] [ OOC Notes: Exiting Thread, I'll take PL.]
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Post by Jormungandr on Nov 11, 2016 18:35:52 GMT
CURRENT POWER LEVEL: 77,760 MULTIPLIERS: Makyo Star (X8 multiplier) - PL was 9,720 GAIN BONUSES:
TAGS:OOC NOTES: Arlic, you would not be too strong for me x3 also, short and late post. because muse is hard to come by.
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The demoness descended, landing beside the two saiyans. She nodded to the older fighter, and glanced at the stone Lev had crushed. "....not bad. Perhaps I could jo-" she began, but was cut off as Duri shouted a warning. Jormungandr cursed. "A sandstorm?! damnit, I want a fight!" she snarled, stomping the ground in frustration. She needed to fight! Her eyes scanned the surrounding area, searching for shelter. "There!" she yelled, pointing at a nearby cave before taking flight once more. The cave should provide enough protection from the wind and sand for us to battle without too much difficulty... she thought, hoping she was right. She was not going to leave without a proper fight.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 12, 2016 12:57:31 GMT
The arrival and departure of the other energies didn't go unnoticed, Levlidian rounded on his heel as the two conversed betraying a subtle but cruel grin to the demon as she'd approach. "Looks like we're going to get that spar hm?" and without a moments notice of uttering, his aura skyrocketed to the maximum potential he could muster at the time. Her mention of a sandstorm coupled with the threatening challenge from Arlic saw the younger Saiyan scoff. "A true Warrior battles not just others but the elements as well, let this storm come and we'll fight it as well as each other. It'll serve as good practice,"
The position he up took was a telltale manoeuvre for a martial artist, with his right hand gestured unto Jor like a talon, his limb uptaking a strong horse stance whilst the left tucked against his side, bent at the elbow. here most men would offer some form of utterance, a notion of honour but lev' was so very pumped from fighting Arlic that he burst into combat right off the bat.
Closing the gap between he and Jor', the beast would begin with a testing flurry of fists, his knee following suit to aim at her abdomen, should he force the creature to bend he'd then aim to clasp his paws together and drive an over head hammer unto their back seeking push them to the floor for an early demonstration of his brutality.
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Post by Arlic Valliere on Nov 13, 2016 5:17:16 GMT
//Don't try my, Scales~
The veteran let a bark of laughter out. "Oi, got his knickers in a bunch ain't it? C'mon, ain't no demon stand up to a Saiyan. What's she gunna do, put a curse on you?" He was baiting both of them, these young kids needed to be pushed; and if they got hurt, well only the better to have them not die when the next major event of the world came crashing down ready to eat them alive. Smoke trickled out the corner of the fighter's mouth, arms crossed as he examined the fight with experienced eyes. He'd seen more then enough combats to know how this one would end, but then again the greatest thing about a rapid spar was you never /really/ knew just how it would end. And he'd be seeing how they fight in case one of them started shit up in Luna.
Sheriff's had to be prepared in this day and age, after all.
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