Looming Tribulation (BREECH/DE/OPEN) Dec 9, 2016 23:20:54 GMT
Post by Samba on Dec 9, 2016 23:20:54 GMT
Samba narrowed his eyes as a new player entered the match, the new individual's Ki felt like, like an amalgamation of many different Kis put together into one body. If he was correct in his assumption, then the new arrival was a Bio-Android of some kind. He had met two so far in his travels, one was NOXA and the other was Walker himself, so his assumption might not be too far off.
The comment threw him off for a second, though, his eyes blinking in astonishment before he shook his head, now was not the time to get confused! "I'm sorry to tell you this, whoever you are," Samba drawled, eyeing the Doctor apprehensively as he gave into the banter for a few seconds. "But I ain't into old, decrepit-looking old men. You're good looking, on the other hand, too bad you're a bad guy."
Statement made and with nothing further to say, much less when Breech suddenly appeared one hundred and ten percent done with this little fiasco after acting smug and collected moments prior, Samba gritted his teeth as he thought of what he should do to prevent that blast from killing him, as he felt that it was a stronger than his current power level.
Well, when all you have is your speed, better put it to good use.
Like a dream, before the attack would have hit him and carve twin holes through his chest, Samba's form shimmered and disappeared like a mirage, and in the next moment, he phased back into existence close to Dr. Breech's location with a snarl plastered firmly on his furry mug. "Hey asshole, that could have killed me! Take this!" Paying the Bio-Android, Zyajin, no mind for the moment, the Zoan dashed towards the Dr. and aimed to deliver a powerful haymaker across the man's face, enough momentum and power behind the attack to potentially rip Breech's head clean off from his shoulders, or at least crack his neck at a bad angle and achieve the same result: Death.
Though having learned from past experiences about leaving an enemy to do what they want without supervision, Samba's used his free hand, palm facing Zyajin and began to unload a salvo of basic energy blast at the Bio-Android to keep him busy and out of his hair for the moment.
Perhaps coming here was a bad idea, Samba mused to himself absently. What would he get from killing Dr. Breech and his associates? Obviously, a speck of villainy would disappear from the face of the galaxy and with it, any sort of bad intentions or deeds that they would be able to commit here or in another location in the vast universe and the cosmos.
He wasn't against killing if it meant getting rid off a potential threat, but as he chanced a look at his surroundings and spotted the people of Konats looking at him with wary eyes, he realized that the collateral damage would be too great as a result; thousands could die and that's without taking into account that one too strong an energy beam could have the potential of blowing the planet sky high.
Decision made, the Zoan would actively aim for a killing blow against the Dr., but if he had to he'd only use physical techniques only to ensure it, as he didn't want to hurt the innocent bystanders unless he absolutely had to, no need to shed the whole ground with the blood of the innocents over this fight with Breech. Once he completed that objective, and depending on what happened next, he'd either continue to fight against whatever amalgamations or robots the old man employed to take him down, or leave as fast as possible in a stolen spaceship of some kind, as the one he used to come here was completely unusable, given that the passage of time and Mother Nature had made a number on its surface and interior after so long.
The fact that he came here unscathed and without a problem was a miracle in and of itself, best not to risk that by trying to use the same space-pod again if he got it working by some divine intervention.
Used ++[SU2] Afterimage Technique to escape the deadly Ocular Lazers of Dr. Breech, and retaliated with a deadly haymaker, followed by attacking Zyajin with a salvo of basic energy blasts.
[MP3] Ocular Lazers MK. III: 379,992 v. [SU2] Afterimage Technique: 700,000 PL = Sucessful dodge!
MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0