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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2016 7:59:58 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 51,498
"AAAAARRRGG!!!"
The namekian's voice echoed towards his surroundings, the trees and rocks reverberating this even further as he stood amongst them, his back arched and face to the sky. lines of stress and irritation expressed across his face as he roared into the sky. The sound would follow into the surrounding area for a matter of minutes before diluting to a nearly silent mute of what it once was. It had been some time since he had last pushed himself to train as hard as he was prior, his muscles remembering how far he had gone before and reminding him of the strength he carried in his body. It was both frustrating and wonderful how far he had come and yet was still unable to push himself beyond this limit, there must have been some detail he was missing that stood between him and further progression into his training.
Suddenly the thought crossed his mind, the opportunity to push himself may lie in the interactions with others once more, as it had in the past with Ayumu and Kaile. He took a stance, his legs spread a few feet apart and his waist bent and his arms prepped at his sides bend to build a center of weight. And the ki charged out quite rapidly as the light green aura rose around him and flickered violently. This release of energy felt invigorating in many ways, but the sheer rush of energy made his blood boil in a variety of good and interesting ways. But this resurgence into what he was used to made him feel great. Now all he could do was wait and hope that others would feel or scan his energy and come... perhaps a spar would arrive in no time.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques Used]
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Post by Mammon on Nov 30, 2016 11:19:45 GMT
It was hot, it was decidedly more hot than what he cared for. A mythical creature he may be but a mythical creature who'd like to see an equally mythical air conditioner. Why on Kami's green earth had he come to the Western Frontier, sure there was the desire to have that real western experience stick on a broad rimmed hat and laze around a saloon drinking, he hadn't even gotten the chance to get in a real western stand off. Shoot a guy with a gun, you know fun for all the family.
He walked through his feet kicking up motes of dust, his horned head shaking to the side as he reached out to slick back his hair from his eye's, his face a pale mask of complete calm and his eye's burnt like pockets of red hot coal, and he heard a screaming well not the physical kind it was the kind that spoke without speaking and was the social equivalent of standing still and flexing and shouting 'look at these guns!'.
It was more than he could handle if things got rough, but he had a secret weapon few else had. A winning smile and the charisma of a demon, quite literally. So without much fanfare he stepped out and greeted Namorel, with a smile it was the kind were the lip's parted pealing back from his teeth displaying his canine in a predator's grin, he had meant it as endearing and got somewhere between rabid dog and a larger rabid dog.
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Post by Nabel on Dec 1, 2016 4:45:05 GMT
Heavy Weights equipped | PL: 38,282 | Weighted PL: 9,570(.5)
A tiny demon could be seen floating idly in the distance, a ratty brown hood covering the top half of his face. The short individual stared downwards, at the demon and Namekian that stood beneath him, a slow stream of purple sludge leaking from where his eyes should have been. Without even taking notice of the gunk, the mini-demon grinned cheekily, stitched, chapped lips visible from beneath his cowl. Your ki reserves are impressive." An appropriately childlike voice finally spoke. The cloaked figure nodded, an awed sense of enthusiasm obvious in his tone. As if on cue, a faint rush of evil energy flowed into the surround area, as the stranger's cheery expression widened.
"I see that no one is in any danger." He noted in a sing-song manner, crossing a single arm over the empty stump of the other. "So if that ki burst wasn't a distress signal, then..." An unintentionally aggressive sort of glee filled his speech, even if it was obvious that the young man was trying to restrain himself. With a snap of his bony, bloody fingers, the smaller demon giggled loudly, whatever adrenaline rush he was going through on full display. "You lot are trying to pick a fight, ain't ya?" It was less of a question, and more of a statement. His words carried an excited certainty, as he quickly descended, landing next to the much more noble demon. "I want in! How in Dabura's devilish name are we doing this?" He asked, hopping on both of his tiny feet like a bunny rabbit. This would be interesting.
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Post by Toma on Dec 1, 2016 5:17:27 GMT
TOMA THE HEROA fight? Well, where there was a fight, there was a Saiyan waiting to get in. And Toma was no exception -- in fact, he found fights where he was fighting for sport rather than for his life to be far more enjoyable. He could take his time, feel things out. Rather than going full power straight from the get-go. After all, wasn't that the point of things? To truly enjoy ones self... oh, he was itching for a good battle!
That fight with Zucceta had rekindled his battle spirit, and he was raring to go like a racing car at the starting line. So, naturally, when he heard the scream and felt the Ki, he had headed over in this direction. And what he found certainly was odd -- a Namekian! Toma grinned, happy to see one of the members of the green race here.
He recalled his last fight with a Namekian, a man named Ukare. It was so long ago... but it had been one of his best fights ever.
Hopefully this one wouldn't disapoint.
Descending towards the group, Toma would land in the middle of the three, looking around. He felt out the energy of the other two. They were both Demons to be sure. But the stronger one... he felt a spiteful, evil energy coming from him, full of Malice. He'd have to watch that one. "How about all of you against me?" Toma would boast, hoping to get their attention. Three on one always made things far more interesting, after all.
He'd turn to Namorel, before smiling, his Ki steadily increasing. "The last time I fought a Namekian, the battle lasted hours. I certainly hope that wasn't a fluke." He said, grinning, his heart beating ever so slightly faster. His Saiyan blood had been brought to a boil, and he was ready to do this.
| n Hope you don't mind if I pop in!
Thread PL 153,464. Heavy Weights On.
PL started at 20,000, steadily increasing to 120,000.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2016 11:17:37 GMT
 | Namorel
Powerlevel: 51,498 |
Like a fire, blazing a soft light green, the namekian's ki was a sight to behold for those that were in its presence as it flared around him. He sighed lightly with relief as he heard others approach his location, he could not yet see them, the strangers within ear shot, but not eye shot of him. Lowering his hands and head he took a swift of his surroundings, The two entities coming into perspective rather quickly. It would take him mere moments on one of them to recognize the obvious features of a Demon present on their figure, the other however showed few signs as to what they may have been. He silently greeted them with a bold smirk and his arms crossed in front of his chest, the previously inflamed muscles reverting to their previous state. Without speaking a word he would face them, his eyes glazing over the two, but not locking with either for good intention. For a moment before the scouter in his pouch began to stutter, alerting him of another power arriving to the location.
In a matter of moments a saiyan would follow the demon and the curious other one whom Namorel couldn't pin a species to. The saiyan spoke with confidence as he referenced a previous fight with one of Namorel's race, before suggesting the likes of the three opposite him fight him at handicap, Namorel cocked his head to the side and looked the saiyan over before coming to his own decision on the matter, he was unsure if the others would agree, but he liked the idea.
"It sounds like fun to me, since we all seem to be here for that reason now it only mixes up the formula."
Namorel spoke, his voice echoing some as it had before, perhaps it was due to his tone or merely the environment, but it added an unnecessary tone to his words. He was sure there was more to the saiyan than he was letting on, knowing well if this were the case he could not take the fight alone. He would hope that the other two would back him up on his opinion to combat the fighter of a race built for war.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques Used] Mammon |
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Post by Mammon on Dec 1, 2016 11:42:15 GMT
PL: 2,750
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques Used]
"/FUN/." he chewed on the word making it stretch and bend under his tongue and exaggerate every syllable, like chewing on a piece of gristle he spat the word out. Turning his eye's on Nabel, his eye's growing wide and distant with the fog of clarity. He ran a hand down his face touching at the lids of his eye's and he sucked in a breath steeling himself, that was until he turned to look at Toma, and in that instant he had a miniature heart attack and let out his breath in a wheeze, it was all he could do not to burst into a panic attack.
"Are you serious?" He said his mouth going to autopilot not checking into his brain for its flight pattern. "You're a monster, no offence. I mean a careless slap from you would take my head clean off." his hand balled into a fist extending his thumb and running it across his neck with a careless motion. "I've grown quite attached to my head, its always been there when I've needed it."
He'd slap the side of his face with a hollow popping sound. "/BUT/ I've some reservations, if you'd hear me out. Don't kill me. Please." He thought about running, or at least asking nicely to just watch. But three on one, those were the odds a demon couldn't turn down, it struck some inner cord in his blackened heart. After all he seemed a good sort, and he wouldn't kill a defenceless creature like him, and well if push come to shove and they won he might be able to loot his pockets or find an opening. "So- uh, who wants to go first?"
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Post by Nabel on Dec 1, 2016 14:02:16 GMT
"Three on one then... Huh." Nabel shifted uncomfortably, a little surprised at the newcomer's sudden appearance. How the tiny demon didn't notice the man sneaking up on them was a bigger bother than it should have been, considering how it didn't mean much in the long run. If it was someone willing to spar, the wanderer didn't care where and how they got there. "Well, let's get this thing going then." He chinned up, lowering himself into a more guarded position, his tone making it obvious how amped he was for a fight.
He would've charged there and then, had it not been for his fellow demon's hesitation. It wasn't odd for a denizen of hell to be mostly concerned about their own well-being, but the self-deprecation shocked the young man a bit. His previous master used to teach him something about Demon Pride. Though the traveler wasn't particularly proud of his heritage, he was at the very least open to any fighting opportunity, as detrimental as it was to his health at times. "Eh, demon buddy, heads aren't that important." He replied dryly, voice much less aggressively excited, despite still being marked by the rancid ki that emanated from the lad. With that, he returned his attention to the orange-clad individual. "But hey, if it makes any of ya feel any better. We can make it four on one." He nodded, as he pricked his tongue with untrimmed nails, applying pressure till a viscous, purple liquid began flowing downwards.
The shaded parts of his cloak suddenly shot up beams of light in the form of two almond shaped eyes, as the negative energy spread across the area and skyrocketed in power. The whole situation seemed grim, if only for the briefest of moments. However, it doesn't take long for the power source to die down, but not before a small plastic jester, one even tinier than Nabel, burst forth from the ground, as if phasing through it. With a snap of his fingers, Nabel compacted all of the evil energy back into one place: the freshly summoned warrior that Nabel brought forth. "Gentlemen, meet Ergei the Clown, but I prefer calling them: the Poltergeist." He giggled as he spoke, traces of that dark aura still present within his figure. Perhaps malevolence simply coursed through the demon's childlike figure.
Nabel PL (weighted): 9,570 | Poltergeist PL: 100,000
Nabel KP Points: 0/3 | Poltergeist KP Points: 3/3
Nabel used Technique: Poltergeist[Special] - summoned 5z/100k PL guard
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Post by Toma on Dec 2, 2016 4:49:03 GMT
Super Saiyan Toma As the negative Ki draped across the ground, Toma raised an eyebrow and turned towards Nabel. The dark, evil, purple Ki covered the ground like a smog, and Toma was getting ready to strike the demon down. What was it he was planning on doing? Toma wasn't going to wait around to find out -- he wasn't going to allow some Demon to damage the planet simply because he wanted a spar. One swift strike, and it would all be over.
But before Toma could even move, it was over more quickly than it started. The demon had summoned a warrior it seemed -- a clown? Well, it was certainly unorthodox, but after meeting a talking, sapient sword, there wasn't much that surprised Toma nowadays. He sensed the small beings power level, and he was pleasently surprised. Perhaps this would be better than he thought.
He shifted his legs, bending into a power-up stance. "Well then, if we're going four on one, I might need to go all out! HAAH!" He shouted, his powerlevel skyrocketting -- even higher than before! His hair stood up on end, his muscles bulked, and his golden aura sprung forth from his body!
200,000... 250,000... 350,000! His power only kept growing! The ground quaked and shook underneath their very feet, rocks beginning to levitate upwards due to the power Toma was outputting. His back arched, and he let out one final yell. "HRAAA!"
And with that, his power settled. In a brilliant flash of light, the transformation was complete. His eyes had turned teal, and his hair the signature golden of the Super Saiyans of legend. He smirked, before jumping back so that Nabel, Mammon, and Namorel were all facing him.
He didn't even bother taking a fighting stance -- he didn't feel he needed to yet. The intoxicating power of the Super Saiyan state tended to make him a bit cocky. "Heh... all right then! Come at me however you want! I want you to try to kill me!"
| Super Saiyan activated! SSJ Weighted PL: 460,392
Here we go!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 10:35:30 GMT
| Namorel (Hiro)
Powerlevel: 51,498
x7
Powerlevel:360,486 |
In no time the mood of the surrounding area would shift with one of the others forming another entity in what appeared to be some sort of ritual, Namorel felt a heaviness as this ritual took place... he had no real origin to this feeling in mind, but it almost felt wrong... horrifyingly wrong. The chill ran down his spine for a moment before the clown like entity rose in its cruel glory. It was a sight to behold, not necessarily one that Namorel would wish upon others, but surely one he wouldn't forget for a long time to come. The change in the handicap once more was worrisome in some ways to Namorel as he was sure they would surely be put to a disadvantage in one way or another... there was something to this saiyan he was not immediately letting off.
Ironically that fact would not remain hidden from Namorel for too muchh longer as the saiyan spoke of the change in numbers let him go a little further. The scouter would ring its cheery tone once more as the pressure of the surrounding area rose immensely. Namorel felt static spark across his antennae as the saiyan took a stance commonly associated with charging oneself with ki energy. In a flash his hair would rise to the golden state the namekian had seen once before on the half saiyan that called himself Celmaru. Perhaps there was vastly more to this saiyan then Namorel had initially anticipated.
"That color... the last, and first person I saw it on was a hybrid that called himself Celmaru, from the likes of the scouter however... like him it seems you are one to be reckoned if you have achieved this form."
Namorel spoke to the saiyan, cocking his head to the side and examining the form that was referred to as Super Saiyan. Less menacing than it was impressive, well now atleast rather than in the past. Namorel himself tucked his arms to his side and took a long breath before expelling it in a surge of ki as air shot from around him and kicked up the dust underneath him. It was a form he had learned to use rather recently, he could feel a difference in power distribution in his body as he stood there, physically unchanged, but his power had siked seven-fold.
"If I am going to give it my all, no need to delay it."
These were the last words the namekian spoke before he formed a large lance in his hand, standing eight feet in height and with a dragon sprialing down the shaft to the blade where the mouth opened to it. A soft light green smoke seemed to rise from the nostrils of the dragon. In a swift motion Namorel would then unleash a flurry of bees at the saiyan in a conical pattern, intent on impxting with the saiyan; due to explode should they, where even the smallest detonation would mean they would all follow. However he would not stand idle as they flew in, rather taking a stance akin to that of a readied spearsmen without a shield.
KP: 2/3 [Magic Materialization (0KP), Kamikazbee w/ MM Real exploding bees (1KP)] Mammon |
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Post by Mammon on Dec 2, 2016 11:07:34 GMT
 Demonic Will (x3) - PL 8250
KP: 0/3
"Save me from my stupidity." his arm's were beginning to shake his hand's twitching from anxiety, a super sayian the legendary being of so many nightmares, demons talked of these beings in hushed tones saviours of the universe and vanquishers of evil, and Mammon just happened to be on the other end of the scale. He just hoped his evil wouldn't be vanquished this day.
He let his breath all but consume him his eye's closing and filling his lung's with air, in, out, in, out. And like a sudden gate he opened the flood doors letting the toxic power of the demon realm flow through him, spiking his Ki in a dark cloak of power, like a sudden rancid puss that rose up and off him it hung about him. "That I might see a mere mortal stand taller than me, come down with a vengeance!" He spoke aloud as if recited from a script as if the battlefield was a stage and he its actor. "I am lean with envy, so brace yourself spawn of light!"
The air thumped with power light the beating of a giants heart, the air stirred and small motes of dust turned in on themselves swirling around his out stretched hand, like granite sharks in the search of prey they circled the orb of light. The ball exploded into sight a dark thing of glowing light, casting naught but shadow. And he channelled the dark power of his kin and kith. "Power energy ball!"
And he held it there a moment, letting the sphere of light consume his concentration before launching it at Toma, his hand arched back and than came forward propelling it forth, the air sizzled and popped with a chemical hissing its passing like that of a great glob of acid it shrieked with dark energy as if a great cosmic sewer grate was thrown open and letting its corrupt contents to flow into the open air.
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Post by Nabel on Dec 2, 2016 18:35:26 GMT
"Well, we're really good at words and stuff, ain't we?" The wanderer suppressed a few quiet giggles, teasing the taller warrior with a kittenish grin, as he watched the man power up. In spite of his deprecatory tone, Nabel was still reasonably impressed by the older combatant's suddenly strengthened resolve, as well as the relatively large boost in strength. Though the childlike demon kept up the impishly humorous expression, he mentally acknowledged the bloated balls that the older warrior must have possessed in order to overcome their trembling fears. Still, he wasn't sure how he felt about fancy, rehearsed posturing that came along with the newfound courage. Nabel would continue to be a book dumb layabout through and through, at least for the time being. "Well put, you two! I couldn't have said it better myself." Hearing the Namekian's similar declaration, the cloaked warrior exuded his now animated bloodlust without shame. With two warriors of unmovable grit fighting alongside him, the baby of the bunch bounced in place. Nabel could barely contain his excitement. "I'm going all in too!" He declared, despite it being a half-lie. He was planning to remove his weights should anything go awry. But for the time being, he was alright with a simple power boost. So the demon continued to hop around, letting the hype take over him. A vile smog of power began to sprout from his already barbarous ki, its effects made clear as its chilling aura spread throughout the surrounding area. Beside the lad, the Poltergeist hovered wordlessly around Nabel. The usually rowdy creature looked around curiously, completely silent in its approach. It appeared to be sizing up every fighter in the area, from its master to the apparent opponent. The skin of its plastic face twisted into a wicked grin, as it measured the intensity of the situation. Seemingly satisfied at everyone's displays, it cackled quietly, its painted gaze staring at the much taller Saiyan's own eyes. "Kill you..." It clicked a non-existent tongue, its high-pitched voice devoid of all emotion. "Gladly."
Demonic Will Activated (x 3 PL boost) | Nabel PL: 28,710 | Poltergeist PL: 100,000 Nabel KP recharged | Nabel KP Points: 1/3 | Poltergeist KP Points: 3/3 Toma (I should really get used to tagging peeps in group threads. Sorry for all the delays ;w;)
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Post by Toma on Dec 5, 2016 5:47:15 GMT
Super Saiyan Toma [OOC: I fucked up and edited this post when I ment to post the round after this one and I have no idea what this post read and am not going to type it again. TL;DR: Toma kicked Mammon into Namorel and used Afterimage to dodge Nam's bees after tanking Mammon's blast. I'll just ignore this post for WC.]
| Super Saiyan activated! SSJ Weighted PL: 460,392
Toma let out a loud whistle to aggitate Namorel's ears, followed up by attempting to knee him in the face! KP 3/3, +1 for no tech usage.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 15:44:39 GMT
| Namorel (Hiro)
Powerlevel: 51,498
x7
Powerlevel:360,486 |
As the events unfolded, not exactly following the namekian's plans, Namorel could only watch as the demon would attempt to attack the saiyan, despite him being terribly outmatched by the super saiyan. Aside from this however he had to commend the demon for trying to get a solid hit in on the saiyan. Through the smoke of the attack Namorel couldn't make out where his bees were going, their small, glowing bodies escaping into the cloud not to be seen again until they would run into one another and detonate in a glorious explosion. Namorel would smirk, hoping that the attack hit, but as the explosions disspated the smoke he would see the saiyan was gone and hear movement behind him, jumping to the side he would see the demon flying past him, only a few meters keeping him from being hit in the back. However the saiyan's speed was not one to be reckoned with, rather it was something Namorel would have to keep an eye on as they fought.
"You are fast, but you sure as hell aren't quiet about it. I could have heard you a mile away."
The namekian spoke both truthfully and with a taunt, he knew the saiyan was in a league far beyond the namekian's own, but he could not deny the saiyan's lack of consideration of his sound. Turning to face where the saiyan would be Namorel would prep himself, positioning his body in a manner that almost resembled a snake as his feet stood two and a half feet apart, his right arm was bent at his hip with the fist clenched like a rattle as his left arm rose up into a bend and the hand bent strayly like a snake rising and preparing to strike its opponent. This was the stance of his Drunken Monkey Fist style, the style he had trained himself in for over seventy years. Now he stood by, waiting for the saiyan to make his move.
KP: 2/3 -> 3/3 [No Techs Used] Mammon |
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Post by Mammon on Dec 5, 2016 16:15:46 GMT
PL: 2750
There are fragments of time that feel like they stretch on for eternity, waiting for someone waiting to leave a boring meeting or that great first step for a big jump, this was like that and to the Demon it happened in an age. "I DID it!" the words came to his throat bubbling up from some great pocket of spite. "I, I-" he paused and like a terrible wave of precognition fell around him, sweat beaded on his forehead and his lip's turned up in a grimace. "I feel like something bad is about to happen."
And as soon as he said that it was like the universe hit the fast forward button, he felt it before anything and like a whip crack of pain it lanced up his body tossing him towards Nabel like a rag doll. He bounced off the smaller demon with a 'thud' and a cartoonish cloud of dust he hit the ground, but the pain, now that was all too real it sucked at his breathed forced it out of his lungs spittle and flakes of saliva spraying out of his mouth. If he had been a normal human that would've liquefied his bones, shattered his pelvis and turned his brain to mush.
The demonic power that had spiked his ki faded and left his muscles pulsing with their after affect, his head slump to one side and he didn't move, no stiring of his arm's nor legs no spasm or twitch. He knew how to work a situation and sure his head was ringing like a gong it just made it all the more convincing to him, he hoped to prey upon the Saiyen warrior's kindness to see if he had slain his opponent or caused an injury he'd never walk from. He just hoped his companions were cruel enough to take advantage of a situation if it presented itself.
And second of all it meant he didn't have to move 'ow'.
Demonic Will faded
KP: 1/3 - from not doing anything
Trying to bait Toma to checking to see if he still lives
Nabel
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Post by Nabel on Dec 8, 2016 8:13:28 GMT
"Now that's just disappointing." Nabel groaned in annoyance, as he hopped upwards, picking himself off of the ground. He admitted quietly, that maybe it was his fault for not getting out of the way as his fellow demon was tossed around like a ragdoll, and thrown into the boy's direction. But the least that Nabel expected was some degree of competence from the elder warrior, if not in their waning fighting power, then at least in their ability to recover after a single hit. Any respect that the lesser had for his supposedly superior comrade was crumbling by the second. Not helping the situation was how the larger combatant seemed to have been completely coldcocked by their opponent's surprise blow. With a dispirited sigh, the lad regained his footing, the ground beneath him rumbling as he shuffled about. "Be careful." He snarled softly, a vexed eye staring at Mammon with obvious contempt. "You could have gotten both of us hurt." He mumbled angrily, stumbling toward's the Negative energy flowed from the youngster's aura, and into the air that surrounded the aged fighter, though it didn't stick there for long. After several painstaking moments of quiet exasperation, Nabel begrudgingly raised his downcast gaze, and set it upon their shared opponent. Perhaps the lad overestimated the older fiend's capabilities. If anyone was to blame for the mishap, it was the opposing warrior. So with that, he growled, pouring out his evil essence liberally, as he raised his guard. The Poltergeist mimicking the motion with both of its arms. Now, they were ready to fight.
Demonic Will Activated (x 3 PL boost) | Nabel PL: 28,710 | Poltergeist PL: 100,000 Nabel KP recharged | Nabel KP Points: 2/3 | Poltergeist KP Points: 3/3 Toma
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