Toma seemed to be running into the strangest of people, lately. First it had been Rabiko, a half-saiyan from outer space whom he'd taken on as his Student. Then it was that strange half-demon, Marcel, whom he'd also promised to train. And now...
It was four? No, five, people all gathered in the desert. Their power levels were nothing to really note, aside from the fact that they were higher-than-average for a citizen that didn't fight. Though, this did present an interesting opportunity.
Though his interest turned into annoyance when he saw the fake-wrestler looking man who seemed to be striking poses? Was he seeing things correctly? Toma sincerely hoped that it was simply the heat getting to him, because that man reminded him of a particullarly heroic captain he'd met in Satan City...
For real though, who fights like that? Does one not have pride in the garb in which they choose to do battle?! Maybe Toma was a bit biased, being the head of a school and all. He expected - no, demanded his students wear his Gi while learning under him. They represented the school, after all! They should be proud to wear his colors!
After all, he'd done the same when he first started learning under the Turtle School, all those many months ago. How long had it been? A year and a half? Probably. So much had happened in so little time that Toma really hadn't thought about it much.
But enough of that. Toma focused his thoughts again on the group of 'warriors' down below, and a... Saiyan? Was attacking what looked to be an android. Certainly not as advanced as Virtual Poi, it seemed, but a threat no less to the average person.
Toma decided that if things got too heated he might step in to stop the battle -- he didn't want to see anyone lose their lives, after all. But, for now, he would watch, silently.
[Base PL:2,200] [Effects: None] [KP:3/3] [Taggeroni: Too lazy to tag five guys kek] [OOC Notes: Well this got lively o.o]
Well, this got extremely heated all of a sudden...In the middle of an empty desert, no less. Go figure.
First, some weird robot-looking thing had seemed to start threathening them. He knew it was supposed to be intimidating and threathening, but he couldn't help but let out a small amount of laughter at its insult. Thing had a sense of humor! In this weird, robot type of way. Even then, where the hell did this rackety bucket of bolts come from? Had he really been THAT distracted by the pink-loving fake wrestlers? One of them got really nervous about something just a second ago, but now that THIS thing was trying to skin him alive...Not particularly the time to bring it up once more.
He stumbled back for a quick second as it tried to slice out its intestines, not really mentally prepared to defend himself due to the suddenness of it all. ''Whoah hold on now-!...Uhh...?'' Aaaaand another person. Great. This one had a way grander, edgier entrance. Lightning, seriously? Was he just waiting on the sidelines for the perfect moment to look cool? Truth be told it could've just been that Hazerru didn't see him whatsoever due to the loud obnoxious robot-thing. It didn't really seem to matter anyhow, as this guy was supposedly(?) on their side.The boy stumbled backwards for a quick second, his mind not really able to process all the different people showing up trying to eviscerate eachother. He slowly stepped backwards until he stood by the fake-wrestler's sides, feeling somewhat more comfortable there. Well, comfortable wasn't really the correct choice of words. Safe? Let's go with safe. ''Sooo...What now? Do we help him or something? Cause honestly...'' Hazerru said in an awkward tone, his eyes locked on the sharp edges of their blades. ''I don't really feel like being butchered.''
While he waited for some sort of response to give him the slightest bit of direction in this all-out clown fiesta, he noticed something from the corner of his eye. His head slowly turned to the side until his eyes met with a figure that really needed a hairdresser. That was the FIFTH random person he met in the middle of this desert. How? Who the hell just walks in a desert for no reason whatsoever? A hypocritical thought, as Hazerru was doing just that. Oh- right. Weird person just standing there. ''You know we can see you perfectly fine, right?!'' He shouted over towards the weird, mysterious figure (Toma).
...Suddenly, Hazerru wished he just kept walking and never turned around in the first place.
(Nice! I was hoping someone would attack. This is awesome, I'm just disappointed that I will be more or less useless)
Big Train watched all this go down, he was very impressed and intrigued by Sallot's attack. He had seen element manipulation once before, but never lightning manipulation. Seeing new fighters and their techniques always filled him with excitement and a desire to learn. It only proved that he had much to learn still, to some it would be daunting. But to Big Train it was just another mountain to climb in his life. But his excitement soon returned to disappointment over the fact that he let someone get the jump on his friend. Because whether or not Hazerru and Speenatch wanted his friendship, Big Train now viewed them as his friends. And he can't just let some strange robot come into their happy circle and disrupt their good times.
He couldn't really get a good look on the mysterious man in the distance (Toma) but regardless he was focused on defending his new found friends. "You attacked the wroooong person. Nobody attacks Big Train's friends when he's around!" He lunges forward at Dynami with hell fire burning in his eyes. While flying through the air in his springed attack, he would cock back his right fist. The pure white crystalline energy encasing it once again. "CONVICTION!" he'd shout as he would deliver a giant right hook aimed directly for the robo's chin.
He would attack barehanded despite the fact that the two new additions both brandished blades. It's a good thing he couldn't sense ki, it would keep him oblivious to just how outclassed he is right now. But it would make no difference, he would always throw himself into the fire in order to protect his friends and the innocent. It was hard to tell if he was brave or dumb.... possibly both. He would stand his ground, ready to attack again whether his strike landed or not.
Speenatch at first simply waved as the man that he sensed coming arrived. After all, it would be rude not to greet someone you had advanced warning of. Then he whirled around as some fellow that he hadn't sensed came into the picture. A robot... a robot that seemed to enjoy insulting people, before trying to kill them. After all, that was what this "Dynami" character decided to do. He attacked Hazerru, though it seemed that the... sword-slinger's attack managed to at the very least mess him up. And the man that Speenatch was considering nicknaming "Glasses" moved over with them. Now, the short fellow had a plan. A plan he was about to share...
Except that an ungodly powerful something just flew over near them. Something with enough power to blow up a city in one go if they so desired. And more than enough strength to beat each and every one of the current desert layabouts bloody without raising a sweat. It made his mouth stay open, and he slowly peered his head up to the spiky-headed warrior that was flying above them. Spiky hair? Overwhelming strength? 'Great, now we've attracted a Saiyan. Good good... if we bore him, he'll prolly kill us all unless... Wait that orange gi... I saw that during the invasion, from guys on our side. Maybe he won't kill us all for sport!' He turned his attention back to the ongoing fighting. Only to see Big Train just... charge in. No questions, no assessing the situation. Darnit, that was what Steel was going to do! Now he had to actually plan so he'd be original.
"Alright, glasses, first off... do not tick off the Saiyan flying above us! He's got enough ki flowin' through 'im to glass this whole desert. Secondly, yer about as strong as the guy handin' that robot his keister, so I'd recommend joinin' in if ya got an ounce of courage in that lanky frame of yers. 'Specially considerin' Big Train just jumped in to protect ya, despite that dude bein' a helluva lot lower on the ol' strength ratings than ya."
He then got himself into a fighting stance... well, a kickboxing ready one at least. Complete with plenty of hopping and proper footwork as he raised his fists, and charged his ki. He focused it into his right fist, preparing for one of his many... many named strikes. Though, unlike with Big Train, the energy he was charging wasn't visible to the naked eye. Rather, he infused it into his fist, hardening the skin and bone to be... Well it would feel far more dense than a normal fist. As he prepared himself, he explained his plan. It was rather simple, but he thought it elegant.
"Now... dogpile on the robot!" He then let out a cry as he flew, literally flew, forward towards the two-on-one melee. Which became three-on-one as soon as Speenatch entered the fray. First he let Big Train deliver his attack, while he reeled around to the side. Then he delivered a left jab and a few side kicks as he shouted, "Alright ya mechanical menace. You ain't killin' anymore dudes er dudettes today! Not while the Unbreakable Mister Steel is around!" He reeled his right fist back as he said this, before shooting it forward to deliver his attack. An attack that he screamed the name of...
"Steel Series FIST O' STEEL!" It flew right around for a sort of "right-hook" attack to the side of the robot's face. That was where it was intended to go, anyways. Who knew how strong this "Dynami" was? He might very well be able to block all of their attacks.
[Technique used: [N1] Ki-Infused Melee Attack. Delivered at 33% for a total of 495 PL] [KP Count: 2/3]
((OOC Note: I'm actually feeling bad for Dynami. Since everyone's just sort of ganging up on him now. Like, this is what... his first 48 hours of existence? And here he is, trying to be all badass... only for everyone to be like, "BEAT HIM UP!"))
((OOC post: Hey, so... posting order. I'm thinking we might need that so people get a chance to respond to things. Here's how I'm making it go cause this is my thread, and the mods have... less power here. It'll go...
Me/Speenatch, Hazerru Big Train Dynami Sallot Toma Scarlet
Please do not break the posting order, so that way everyone gets a chance to react properly. Even if it means waiting a day or two. New people can post out of order for their entrance, but please don't open with an attack. That way we don't have too much of a confusing mish-mosh-pit.
ALSO, even if it breaks the original order, Dynami and Sallot get to post next, followed by Hazerru, Big Train, Toma, myself, then Scarlet. I want everyone to get a chance to post their reactions. Then after that, we'll start up with the turn order I originally described.))
((OOC: Are you sure we shouldn't let Big Train post before I do, since he's currently in the middle of combat and I'm just kinda reluctantly shuffling backwards? Atleast until Hazerru inevitably joins the fray
ALSO IDEA: I'll create a PM group to discuss stuff that happens in-thread so we dont clog shit here, will tag all of you in it so you get notified.))
Dynami had swung his sword at the "nerd", but somehow missed. "IMPOSSIBLE. MY DATA SHOWS IT WAS NEAR IMPOSSIBLE FOR ME TO MISS." , he said to himself. It then dawned on him that there was a small possibility that the nerd was stronger than he looked. But there was the much bigger chance that he just got lucky in dodging Dynami's attack. "YOU ARE "LUCKY", AS YOU HUMANS SAY. BUT I WILL NOT MISS THIS TIM-". He was interrupted by someone new entering the scene. A person who appeared and attempted to slice Dynami in half. He managed to sidestep out of the way, but the end of the blade cut the back of his leg. "ASSESSING DAMAGE... MEDIUM DAMAGE ON RIGHT CALF. IF YOUR INTENT WAS TO KILL, THEN TRY AGAIN 'EDGELORD'.", he said half jokingly.
Despite his attempts at humor, this was no joke. With three, now four people attacking him at once things looked bleak for the robot. And that's not even counting the mysterious other Saiyan, who seemed to either just be passing by or spectating. If he intervened then he would be in big trouble. "CHANCES OF SURVIVAL ARE DECREASING...", Dynami's AI processed to itself. It took direct hits from the humans in pink clothing, which knocked him back a couple yards. It was mainly the one with the pink boots who did the damage, though. Dynami got back up on his feet, ready to unleash his fury on the bunch. Suddenly, another person appeared. She claimed that her name was Scarlet, and that she was going to help him defeat his enemies. For a second, all movement from Dynami stopped as he processed this. "ERROR: RESPONSE NOT FOUND.", he said out loud. How could someone who's mission was to destroy all living creatures accept help from someone who was living? Eventually, he decided it would be best to exterminate everyone except her. "I DO NOT KNOW WHAT A 'BIO' IS, BUT YOUR ATTEMPT AT AN ALLIANCE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.", Dynami said to Scarlet as he took her off of his target list.
"WE NEED A PLAN OF ATTACK. PERHAPS I SHALL EXTERMINATE FOR THE 'EDGELORD' AND THE 'WRESTLER'.", he said. "IN TURN, YOU MUST ATTACK THE HUMAN WITH THE PINK BOOTS AND THE 'NERD'". Dynami cracked his knuckles and prepared to attack the Saiyan who had tried to attack him with his sword. "YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR ATTEMPTS AT MURDERING ME.". He took out a card from a compartment on his hip. "I SUMMON BURST MAGICIAN!", Dynami shouted. Suddenly, the magician that was on the card appeared in real life! The magician aimed straight at the Saiyan, and shot a purple beam at him. The robot noticed that his energy levels were running low. After this attack he would revert back to standard fighting using his fists rather than his weapons...
(([N1] BURST_MAGICAN.SMN FIRED AT Sallot FOR 800 PL!))
As Sallot’s sword sailed down and its tip cut through the calf of the android the young saiyan couldn’t help but wonder what was up with this day. Things were getting more ridiculous by the second. First there was the android that was unnecessary load and not only that but it had also insulted him of all things. Next on the line of weird of course was the group he had been about to ask really politely for directions as the rest of it was suddenly mobilizing. Both the pink booted menace and the ridiculous looking wrestler thing had decided that’s it was a good idea to join the fray and attack. Were they idiots, hadn’t he just declared he hated being interrupted. Worse they were doing something far more grave, they were interrupting a fight of all things. Sallot may have grown tolerable of Earthlings to some degree but the only ones he would have allowed such discretion were already dead, by his hand no less.
At this point the eyebrow of the young Saiyan was pulsing in irritation as the attack of Speenatch had landed and pushed the android away. If that wasn’t enough two more presences had joined the scene, he only caught the form of the flying one briefly from the corner of his eyes as Sallot would never directly take his eyes from and opponent. The second one he got a better look on as she was almost directly in his eyesight. It turned out to be a blonde woman with snake like features that was apparently a bio android.
Things were becoming quickly a mess as she attacked both of the charging idiots while also declaring her alliance to the load android. Of course he didn’t pay the much more attention than that as the moment Dynami had been pushed away from him Sallot had kicked off the ground and charged after him. Growling in irritation the saiyan raised his free arm and fired a simple Ki blast in the direction of Speenatch as he dashed towards his current target. The android was still shouting some nonsense about who would target who as the saiyan warrior came closer and closer to him. But before he could fully reach him the android had summoned some sort of being that fired an energy blast towards him.
Being almost point black with the being and therefore the blast already Sallot quickly tensed his whole body before disappearing in a burst of speed dogging the attack. The young warrior reappeared directly behind Dynami and twisting on his foot he turned to face the back of the android. The sword in his hand already moving to slash at metallic annoyance in a diagonal line. While his mind was completely focused on the fight Sallot couldn’t help the one stray thought that pass through his head as he attacked the android “Seriously though, what is today” [WC:486] [Total WC:905] [Current Pl:2200] Techniques used: Afterimage [SU1]:Through a sudden burst of speed Sallot leaves behind a static image of himself to distract his opponent, this technique allows him to completely dodge techniques beneath 100% of his PL. This technique uses 1 KP in KP Battles and cannot be charged. Target:Dynami [KP: 1/3]
Man, another baddie just shows up randomly to attack them. This time it was an attack to his brother from another mother, Mister Steel? It seemed like everyone was getting attacked but him? What's up with that? What, they didn't see the Big Train as a threat? They thought they were just going to roll up and attack EVERYONE but Big Train? They think just because he's young and sexy, that he's not a threat?? Oh hell n- this is about the time when he received the powerful lazer blast directly to the noggin, sending him flying through the air like a friggin’ rag doll. Luckily his hard headedness was physical as well. This was by far the HARDEST hit he had ever taken.
He knew that there were stronger fighters out there, but this was ridiculous. The sheer power difference was enough to make most quit, but not Big Train. As he laid there on his back, nearly knocked out. But this is the time he would finally notice Toma in detail, now that he was directly above him. Was that... could it be? THE TURTLE HERMIT? He had to be, the way that the other's had reacted to his presence and the way he was dressed... The Turtle School was Big Train's most revered martial arts school. The very one he was journeying towards. Hoping to become part of such a prestigious school! He couldn't just lay here on the ground and accept defeat. He had to get up, he had to show that he had the passion to be a turtle school student!
As he was thinking about this and making his way to his feet, something inside of him would snap. Like a valve releasing for the first time. His aura burst on, at first the usual silverish white. But then it exploded into a fire engine red. He tossed off his brown and red poncho, as it crashed into the ground with a loud thud. Revealing just how heavy it is. His power had just multiplied, now sitting at 1,200. He was going to make his presence felt, one way or another. So while Dynami was focusing his effort on repelling Sallot, Big Train would strike. Rushing forward, he would attack with a flurry of heavy punches. Blood starting to pour down his face from the wound caused by Scarlet. Whether his punches landed or not, he would follow up with a Conviction. But this time it was channeled through a kick. The ki was forming around his foot, the translucent energy was burning just as red as his aura.
He shouted out "SUPER KICK!" and hoped that the series of punches, or Sallot's attack for that matter, had opened up a wide enough window to land it. Because he knew after this one strike, he wasn't going to be able to contain this power and be practically useless. So he had to put everything he had behind it. He knew he would have to drop down to one knee in order to catch his breath after this.
[HWs removed, Chicken Parm Power (x3) activated. PL Now: 1,200] [Technique used: Conviction (33% for 396 PL)]
Just as expected from their ridiculous appearance and testosterone-filled personalities, the pink-wearing jackasses flew at their robot opponent without a second thought. They DID realize he had a blade, right? Was blindly going in a normal strategy in these parts? Hazerru decided to hang back for a second, honestly way too distracted by the fake-wrestler's screaming as they attacked. Did they seriously give their attacks a name? Such a lame one at that? How adorable...Also stupid. Mostly stupid.
.....Aaaaand another person joined the fray from seemingly nowhere. Hazerru's gaze became as uncomfortable as ever as he saw who it actually was that just tried to blow away the fellow with the pink boots. Weird half-naked snake lady...With a tail. Which was also a snake. ''Okay, so THAT'S a thing.'' Hazerru let out curtly, shifting in his footwork as he grew more and more nervous about what was happening. ''Wait- You sensed our energy but forget to tell us about the killer robot and whatever the hell THAT is?!'' He shouted towards Speenatch, who was either still fighting, getting beaten up, or trying to get back up from being beaten up. Seriously, how stupid WERE these people? He overheard this ''Android''- Who he assumed were the robots, shouting his strategy right infront of them, because THAT'S smart. No- no it wasn't. His AI must suck...Or whatever robots had.
Whatever the hell was happening, Hazerru grew more and more anxious of the situation. Whatever the hell this snake-chick was, she seemed dangerous...Probably due to how fucked up she looked. The fact that more and more of his ''allies'', a loose term at best- were blindly charging in again and again, all the screaming didn't help either with making the boy more confident that these people had some idea what they were doing.
Hazerru turned to face the weird snake-thing and called out to her, trying to catch her attention so that the edgy kid with the sword or the fatso wouldn't get overwhelmed. While he honestly couldn't care less about them, he'd still feel somewhat guilty if they died because he refused to do anything. ''HEY!'' He shouted out, trying to keep a serious, confident look on his face. In reality, he was as nervous as can be. ''I dunno where you came from or what you're doing here, buuut if you could kindly fuck off, that'd be great.'' Hazerru breathed deeply, shifting his position until he stood in the fighting pose his father taught him. His ki channeled through his body, an aura of snowy-white raging around him. ''Something tells me you're not gonna cooperate, though.'' After having said this, Hazerru would look to the side, hoping to glance straight into the eyes of the person with the pink boots. If he did catch his attention, he'd nod toward the guy, hoping he would understand the message of ''PLEASE HELP ME''. If the pink-booted guy was already distracted, however, he'd look back toward the snake-thing and wait for the right moment to go in.
Well, this seemed to be quite the handful, now didn't it? First it had been the two humans and the Saiyan as well as the Android, but now another had join the fight. Toma focused his senses on her energy - a mish-mash of Ki from different species of creatures. Another bio android, then? They certainly were popping up more and more, it seemed. A lot of convinently crazy scientists.
Of course, Toma's suspicion was confirmed when the snake-woman spoke about her genetic makeup and monkies-
Did she... did she just call Toma a monkey?
Oh no she fucking didn't.
Toma stared at the woman in disbelief, and she gave him a thumbs up with 'no offense'. Did she think that would give her a free pass to use such an offensive racial slur in front of not one, but TWO saiyans?! Oh, this pushed one of Toma's buttons. One that he hadn't thought he'd ever feel pressed.
He'd vanish, moving so swiftly that he would appear before the snake woman before she'd have time to even notice that he had dissapered from his previous position in the skies above, his golden aura exploding forth in a display of raw Saiyan power.
His hair stood up on end, his muscles bulked, and lastly his hair turned golden and his eyes turned teal, the tell-tale signs of the Super Saiyan power. If the android had a scouter, they would be reading Toma's power level at around 1.4 million.
"You called me a monkey." Toma would speak, the rage weighing heavy on his voice, venom seeping from every word. "And yet you shake it off as if I'll just sit idly by and ignore it." He would take a step closer, staring down at her. If looks could kill, Scarlet would be dead a hundred times over.
He'd reach out, grabbing her wrist with enough force that it would threaten to tear her arm off if he moved. He didn't want her getting away. He would raise his other fist. "I'll teach you what happens when you insult someone like that." The fist would fly towards her head, threatening to take her very head off!
Except the strike wouldn't come. At least not the one she would expect. Instead, a light slap would cross her face, weak by even her standards. When she would look to Toma again, he would have reverted to his base form, his eyes and hair black as the abyss once more.
He'd release her hand, giving her an annoyed look as he put his hands on his hips. "Well, that's what I would do if I were the average Saiyan. Seriously though, don't say that again, okay?"
Speenatch cried out to respond to Haz as the new combatant entered the melee. After double-checking that Big Train didn't die horribly from that laser blast.
"It's not my fault! The saiyan in the sky is blockin' just about everyone out with his dang power and the robot doesn't HAVE anything to sense! No life-force, no ki. No ki, no sensin' ki ma du-" He was suddenly interrupted by a ki blast to the chest from Sallot. Said ki blast caused him to fly off a few dozen feet to the side before grinding against the sand of the desert as he landed. All in all, he slid and spun a few dozen more feet before winding up spread-eagled on his back. On the desert ground.
The only noise out of his mouth after that was a wheezing sigh as he puffed out some smoke and sand that had gotten into his lungs. Then, he slowly stood up, brushed off his gi... and looked around again. His shades had somehow remained on his face, without being destroyed or damaged in the slightest by the blast or his crashing around. He also shook his head to get the dust out of his mane with... moderate success. After all of that, he noticed two things.
The first was that the android they had been fighting had come up with some sort of pecking or combat order. Him and Hazerru against the snake woman, and Sallot and Big Train against the original android. He also noticed Hazerru's face, sending a message. A message that took him a moment to decipher. Was... was he asking for pick-up advice? 'No, Speenatch. That would be stupid. Think... think with that brain of yours.' He took his own advice and did just that, puzzling out what that look could mean.
Then, in a flash, he got it. "Ohhhhh...", was what he said aloud as he flew over to stand right next to the nerd. The nerd that was slightly taller than him, but nowhere near as bulky. He then gave a confident smirk as he landed, posing with his arms crossed. His shades were pointed in Scarlet's direction, as was the rest of his body.
"Alrighty then, Glasses... guess I'm gonna be yer wingman while ya dance with this lil' lady right here. We'll let Big Train and our friend with the furry belt take out the scrap..." He moved one hand in order to point towards Scarlet as he continued, "Now I don't know who you are, blondudette... I also don't know why yer helpin' a genocidal robot on a whim. But I do know that ya are." He stopped pointing at her, moving that same hand to thumb at himself while adding, "And I know that there's somethin' that ya don't know... the world of pain yer about to enter!" He switched up his pose. No longer was he standing with arms folded. Instead he hunched over while flipping his wrists so his palms faced outwards. Then... there was the flexing. "A whole new tour of that world is gonna be provided by me. THE UNBREAKABLE...!" He switched up his pose, moving to slam his fists together near his midsection. "MISTER..!" Again, the pose was switched up... This time to him holding an arm in front of himself with a fist. The other was placed onto his hip. As the hand he held out unfolded into a "Victory" or "Peace" sign, he said the last word of his name. "STEEEEL!"
He was about to continue as he moved to a proper fighting stance. "Now lemme show ya- GAH!" However, he was interrupted by something. That somethig was the powerful energy source that was Toma suddenly flying down. Well, no. That wasn't quite accurate. He just disappeared and suddenly popped into existence right in front of the blonde. Then his power, already more than twice that of everyone else present combined... Well it increased. By an absurd amount. As his ki formed into a glowing yellow aura all around him, and his hair went from a dark black to a bright blonde color. What... what was this power? Was this... Was this what it was like to face a Super Saiyan?! He'd thought they were just some urban legend, made up by the Saiyans to make themselves seem even stronger. But if they could access this power at will, what was to stop them? How could someone even get so powerful?
And then the Saiyan just got rid of all of that power in a mere instant before giving the monstrous snake woman in front of them a light slap to the face. Just who was this guy? That was a question that he didn't have the answer to. Though he intended to find it out soon enough.
For the moment, he realized he had to focus on stopping the cowering he'd been doing for quite a few moments now. His arms had been held out and back from his body, and he'd actually taken a few steps back without realizing. As if preparing to simply run from what was essentially walking, planet-killing disaster waiting to happen. He quickly got himself back in order, getting into a proper fighting position. His fists were held up close to his face. One leg was put ahead of the other, while he spread them both to be about shoulder-width apart. His grimace of fear became pursed lips of determination. Then, while Scarlet was distracted by Toma and (hopefully) unable to hear him whisper from about... twenty? Forty feet away?
"Alright, Glasses. I got a plan. As soon as that Saiyan clears out, I'm goin' to charge the blonde blaster horror. I'm goin to distract her and throw everythin' I got at her while she wails on me. While I do that, I want ya to charge yer energy. Then, once ya got it as pumped up as ya can go, fire it all at once from behind her. I'll get outta the way. Got it?"
As he asked this, he began charging his own energy. Preparing to open with a mighty blow to this new foe.
[KP Count: 1/3] [Technique Used: [N1] Ki-Infused Melee Attack. Charging. Currently at 33% of PL (495 PL).]
((Pre-empting my post. Here's the new order! Provided by Dynami's suggestion.))
5. Big Train 6. Sallot (?)
(Enjoy, now on with the post, cause I'll be starting off this fresh order.)
Speenatch was a bit taken aback by Scarlet's question after Toma said his bit. The question involving his autograph. He'd thought they were going to fight! Well he didn't relax his body or get out of his stance. Instead, the stout man kept his fists raised, his feet spread... and his gaze locked on the blonde woman. Her and that wild and waggling tail of hers. This could still be a trick! And if it was a trick, he didn't want Hazerru or Big Train being on the receiving end of another beam from that tail. Which was a real possibility with how wildly it was moving around.
He also wanted to wait for this massively powerful Saiyan to get out of the way of things. He didn't want to accidentally hit him. Not because he feared hurting the fellow. No-no-no. He was more afraid of what this guy would do if he was hit. Especially with the amount of power he was keeping hidden at the moment. And even with the power he did have showing, he could easily swat and smite everyone else in the fight.
With these two factors staying his hand at the moment, he decided to simply respond to her question with one of his own. "That depends!", he shouted back, "Ya got a paper and a pen, dudet- I mean, lil' lady?!"
After asking this, he hissed a whisper to Hazerru through his teeth, "Just charge up yer attack, Glasses, I'll see how long I can keep her distracted. She doesn't seem... "evil". But she's definitely not all there..." He didn't seem to get the irony of his statement. Nor would he probably see any irony in it if it was pointed out.
Either way, for the moment, he continued to charge his ki. All while waiting in an uneasy "pre-battle" bit of dialogue involving autographs. Today was turning into a weird day.
[KP: Still 1/3] [Technique used: [N1] Ki-Infused Melee Attack. Charging. Currently at 66% of PL. (990 PL).]
[Base PL: 2,200] [Effects: None] [KP: 2/3] [Tag: @sadismacorp ur next ] [N1] Ki Barrage: Hazerru channels ki through his hands and charges his energy. Afterwards, he thrusts one or both of his arms foward and fires off a barrage of somewhere inbetween 7 and 12 Ki blasts. Size depends on amount charged. Currently charging for 33% per turn => 726 Damage
Hazerru looked on in sheer confusion as the snake woman continued on her emotional rollercoaster, apparently she found the pink-shoed bootleg superhero to be cool. Somehow. If that what was considered cool nowadays, Hazerru was sure he never wanted to become cool. Definitely not stooping to that level, no way. For the most part, Hazerru had managed to ignore the loud shouting between the bootleg superhero and the spooky snake android thing, not particularly sure what was even happening. ''So wait, we're not fighting now?...Thank g-'' Hazerru was blown from his fighting stance from shock and left standing with widened eyes as the Saiyan who kept looking at them from the sidelines more or less teleported infront of the snake woman. From how far away he was standing, he couldn't quite make out what the two were saying...But he looked angry. For how composed and peppy the bio-android appeared to be, she was terrified...Was this Saiyan really that strong...?
Then came the transformation. Hazerru stumbled backwards a few inches, jaw dropping in complete awe. He laid his eyes on the golden-haired Saiyan, conflicting emotions of amazement and complete fear swirling through him. Hazerru was completely unable to sense energy, but even he felt the sheer, raging power that came from this Super Saiyan. So...This is what it looked like? The transformation he had only heard of in rumors? The one he consistently mocked and made fun of? This...Wasn't a laughing matter. Such power was frightening, to say the least.
As quick as it came, it disappeared again, Hazerru completely zoning out of what just happened by how in awe he was from witnessing it. The Saiyan had reverted to his normal state again, Hazerru no longer feeling the intimidating energy coming from him. The boy shook his head, eyes glancing around rapidly. ''The fuck was that?'' He muttered toward himself before his attention was caught by Scarlet, calling out toward the bootleg hero once again. Hazerru blinked a few times, still slightly shocked from that ridiculous display of power just now. ''Seriously, what even...?'' He mumbled once again, lazily letting his arms fall to the side, leaving himself wide-open. Hazerru felt extremely confused, completely losing track of what was even happening right now. Wasn't the snake going to try and kill them? Why were they being all friendly all of a sudden? Hazerru glanced toward Speenatch once he noticed him whisper to him. Seems like he was just as suspicious as he was. Maybe this guy wasn't all that dumb anyway... ''Uh- right...'' Hazerru nodded quickly, tensing up the muscles in his right arm whilst trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. He began charging energy into his right arm, just as Speenatch told him to. He'd hang back for now, simply waiting the situation out to see if he even needed to attack in the first place.
Dynami had not anticipated that his opponent would successfully dodge his attack. His programming wasn't fast enough to react to Sallot disappearing, and his punishment was a swift cut to the back. Sparks began to fly out of the open gash across his back, and Dynami inspected the damage. "DAMAGE: HIGH. ATTEMPTING EVASIVE MANEUVERS.", he said out loud. While Sallot was still behind him, he would attempt to punish him with a swift kick to the legs. The hit would have landed had it not been for the wrestler who kicked him away. Dynami noticed the wrestler was a lot more powerful than before. This was not looking good...
The robot would charge back towards the wrestler. No one was going to get in the way of his mission. Dynami would try to land a right hook on the wrestler's face, which was the only place on his body where his hits wouldn't be dampened by his body fat. Hopefully Sallot wouldn't go for an attack while Dynami was assaulting Big Train. Only time could tell...
((+1 KP FOR NO TECHNIQUE USE)) ((WC: 176)) ((TWC: 952))