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Post by Levlidian on Dec 4, 2016 1:50:13 GMT
[Thread PL: 105,000 - Pl setting has it set at 1,000 currently ] Weights given to Tomo, they have been removed from this post. The air about Levlidian's home had died down significantly in the last few days, Levlidian sat balanced as per usual upon a single finger tip at the ridges edge. Behind him sat his home, repaired and in one piece whilst the beast himself began to incorporate a few bends of his elbow to shift hsi weight upwards and downwards. The length of the limb flexed with the strain and his brow sank with effort, meditation whilst moving was one thing he'd not mastered unlike his rival and thus here he was. About the air sang birds, a blazing sun cast the essence of warmth down upon the Saiyan as well as creating crystals of the fallen, dry snow. Strength and speed, these were his goals on his ever fluctuating quest on for the transformation into his Golden Warrior, the tipping point was right there thus he had to remain ready for the transition, both mind and body had to be prepared. The last few days had been quiet since his run in with Tekuma, Tomoyo and Tulip, that night had been an entire fuck up on his part and the guilt, though minor still weighed on him. Everytime they'd met, th e boy and he, something had frightened the stunted lad off. Irritably yet swiftly, the beast righted himself and peeled his obsidian eyes open. Before him sat a beautiful view, mountains courted the scene with thick pine trees and rolling hills of snow. How he loved the tranquility out here yet, part of the beast wished to venture back to that grand Mansion and seek out his appointed Master; not that Hinawa was even aware of the transition yet. Wearing his usual black, baggy Gi pants, heavy black boots strapped in place in a futuristic design and yet about his torso sat a black, coat like Gi that flared out behind him with significant tears in the tips of it. The arms had been cut off and dark bandages littered his chest, wrists and part of his forearms a long side the usual fingerless gloves. He'd changed his attire, obtained new threads in order to reflect his switch to a more so meaningful want to change. True enough, the length had been altered and the chest opened out to allow air to funnel through the beast as he fought or trained; but today was going to be an odd day for he had no idea what was coming. Tulip Waterfield |
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 5, 2016 1:57:44 GMT
Trudging up the snowy bank, the hybrid paused to look at the incredible scenery around her. She had swapped her tanktop for a thin, cotton long-sleeve shirt, due to the current climate she now stood in. After deliberation, the woman had shifted the position of her katana from her side to a strap she slung over her shoulder. It could be tossed aside to free her hands, or slung to either side to allow for immediate drawing. Not a perfect solution, but one that served Tulip well enough in the days that had passed. Her emerald eyes returned to the thin path stretching up to the hill that was the resting place of that man’s house. The woman had taken a quick jog back to the forest, only to go through an entire ordeal on her way back. It hadn’t been all bad. Her katana and jacket were both extremely convenient and made her appearance more hero-like.
Strolling up onto the path that led up to to the ridge and the house, the woman waved towards the large man who was working out. He had a great outfit on, that displayed his muscles vividly. The woman appreciated the hard work put into looking so strong and powerful, whistling audibly as she slid the sword off her shoulder and propped it against the door to his house. Pulling her jacket off, the woman began pulling the white long-sleeve shirt off. If asked why, the woman would simply respond.
“I don’t want to damage my nice shirt. I got bandages covering up everything that might embarrass you.” Pulling the shirt off completely, the woman slid her sleeveless jacket back on over her bare stomach and shoulders, covering her sides and upper body slightly but leaving the center open. Her chest was covered with white bandages that were bound firmly to hide her breasts. The woman began stretching, warming up her cold muscles. Slowly rising back to her feet, the woman reached over and grasped her sword. Spinning it in a tight circle by the strap, Tulip grinned at the large Saiyan warrior and asked in a soft, teasing tone.
“Any closer to becoming a Super Saiyan warrior, Levlidian? I came for those pointers you promised me.”
Current PL - 35046, suppressed to 8761 by Heavy Weights. KP 3/3
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 5, 2016 2:12:02 GMT
Tulip's arrival didn't vex the young warrior even for a moment, his lips curled as she waved and he motioned a short response marketed as a salute. However she began to drop her gear aside his door and undress which sent the Saiyan into a blistering colouration matched only by a certain fruit; "Damnit," he cursed and averted his eyes. The scenery was indeed beautiful as stated, yet the man could hardly enjoy it thus he rolled his eyes and snorted as she drew a finger to his bare chest, jabbing it. "No closer, no," he'd hardly asked but before her utterance to which he responded came an explanation why she'd taken off her shirt.
"There was I assuming you were using cheap tactics to get the jump on me," a small smirk emerged as the vibrant red of his cheeks dissipated to reveal the bravado. Well, Tulip was certainly ready and from what he could feel in the notion of her preparations; she'd become quite a bit stronger. in fact, the female warrior matched his own power the first time they'd met and a chuckle followed suit. "Alright, but I don't go easy on souls that seek me out to critique," unbuttoning his coat, the beast simply tossed it to the dirt once he'd strode to his own door. The item landed near hers and he began circling her.
The obsidian orbs trailed the figure, reading into the joints and limbs, observing the preparation with calculating eyes designed to spy weakness. "You've become stronger, it's a good sign but has your skill improved-" he paused and lowered into his usual Fighting stance, knees bent into a horse stance, left arm drawn against his waist and bent at the elbow whilst his right extended toward her like a talon. Upon the flat faced stone, three feet from his new pupil and challenger, the young man allowed his ki to rupture the air for a moment before dissipating placing him at his maximum potential.
"I want you to come at me with everything you have, show me your style and I'll simply block and defend; perhaps outline a few things for you with some action. I'll explain in greater depth when we're done," his cheeks flushed again but with a sneer, they soon faded; the battle needed his entire attention and in a heart beat his eyes became like iron. "Lets not waste any time," he muttered upon a husked, deep set growl.
[PL increased to Maximum]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 5, 2016 2:54:34 GMT
Tulip just smiled as the man grudgingly admitted he wasn’t any closer to becoming the legendary Super Saiyan. Lowering her hand, the man walked past her. She caught the sheath of her katana in her hand as the man continued speaking.
“There I was assuming you were using cheap tactics to get the jump on me.” A small smile crossed the man’s face as his slight blush vanished under newfound bravado. The man slid the coat off his body, tossing it onto the dirt next to his door. “Alright, but I don’t go easy on souls that seek me out to critique”
“You’ve become stronger. It’s a good sign, but has your skill improved?” The man took up his stance he had used all those weeks ago, lowering his center of gravity and spreading his hands into his aggressive stance. The same stance the woman had modified and borrowed for her own battles. His eyes searched her body, observing her strength and muscles. Suppressing a shiver from being under his scrutinizing gaze, the woman grinned softly and licked her lips. Digging his toes into the dirt, the man exerted his will and shot his energy to the maximum. Suppressing the urge to crumble under the weight of his ki, Tulip grinned weakly as the man continued.
“I want you to come at me with everything you have, show me your style and I’ll simply block and defend; perhaps outline a few things for you with some action. I’ll explain in greater depth when we’re done.” The man’s cheeks turned red so briefly it was almost like the young hybrid had imagined it. He sneered as his gaze became as cold as iron. He muttered in a soft but firm growl. “Let’s not waste any time.”
The young woman nodded once, before whispering under her breath. Kinda cheap, powering up to maximum when I can barely reach half of that. Stabbing the scabbard of her sword into the snow, the woman slowly took in a breath and released it. Her eyes gleamed in the cold light that beamed down upon the two, as the woman slid her feet apart. The air around her began shimmering, as the woman stared across at Levlidian and grinned tensely.
“Can’t go full out, because I put on my weights before the bandages this morning; the metal warms up better if directly next to the skin, neat fact. So, I’ll give you all of my current everything. I’m currently on a breakthrough of my own...so, let’s try to surpass my current limit.”
With a loud shout, the air around Tulip turned grey, snow and dust blowing outwards as the woman’s clothes rippled from the sudden jump in ki. Visible strain showed on the woman’s face, as she took one step forward and almost vanished. The ground leading up to Levlidian cracked in multiple places, before the woman reappeared, crouching low. Her feet dug into the earth directly at his feet, as she tucked her right fist into her side and thrust her left forearm up to rest on his gut.
If left to her own devices for the next two seconds, Tulip’s aura would reach its peak. Centered around her fist, the aura would take on an almost metallic silver, as energy crackled off of the focused aura. Any branches of energy that struck the earth would crumble the ground into dust. The dirt she had kicked up when bracing herself to stop would begin floating around the two, as the woman rotated her fist. She would send her ultimate technique directly into Levlidian’s gut, already anticipating the lack of a response despite all of the energy she had poured into this attack. In reality, this strike only served two purposes; first, to show Levlidian her strongest technique, and second, to see if she could hold the boost in aura longer than ever before.
Current Suppressed PL - 8761, boosted by Trained Potential to 35044
Used [MP3] Ultimate Ki-Infused Fist for 100% PL - 35044
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 5, 2016 19:04:18 GMT
Levlidian's eyes followed Tulip as she burst into action, when did she get so fast? Before he knew it, remaining utterly still he missed the opening completely mis-judging the action she took to adverse on him sinking her fist hard into the Saiyan's abdomen. About them, the stone severed and cracked with the pressure whilst he himself was pressured back several feet. Pain tore through him and his flesh immediately began to darken beneath a bruise from the power she evoked. "Damnit," he cursed and eased himself from the sway. Power resonated sending a tectonic boom through the surface an air; whilst the Saiyan exhaled with a deep set wheeze. "Well, seems you became a lot stronger, you hit almost as hard as I do with an instant attack.
This, was highly entertaining, it was like he peered into a mirror at a younger, smaller and feminine version of himself and it took each and every fibre not to fight back. Suddenly, he was reminded why he'd enjoyed their fight from before. The rarity to find someone who's style mirrored your own to such a degree; they may as well be the same was a low one. Though, if he didn't mind himself, the animal clawing hungrily at the veil between his logic and instinct would tear through a long with the FSSJ form. That was something this Saiyan couldn't afford, it was training not a brawl.
The heavy breathing continued but, with a snarl he readied himself for another. "Keep going, you've impressed me so far but continue to hit like that and we might wind up in another brawl. "Your form was perfect, the fist should remain partly open before you strike to give you a little more manoeuvrability but I saw nothing wrong with anything you executed," Of course he was playing it down, that strike had bruised not only his flesh but th muscles beneath, moving had become a problem as his axis was now restrained and yet; his Saiyan blood cried for more.
About the elder Saiyan burst his crimson ki and a grin emerged, the length of his spined, choclate mane fluttered beneath the crushing aura of his power. "This is the way to get a Saiyan excited," he mused.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 8, 2016 0:13:46 GMT
Slowly stepping away, the female whistled while shaking her fist. She had hit this man with all of the Ki she could instantly summon. Her entire body was trembling from the strain of maintaining her full potential, but she refused to let it drop now. She looked at the bruise slowly forming on Levlidian’s stomach and realized that was all she would be getting from this training session. Maybe if I irk him slightly, he can gain something from this as well? A slow smile crossed the woman's face, before she heard him mutter, “Dammit.”
As if an afterthought, the ground and air behind the pure Saiyan exploded, earth tearing apart and the the air exploding outwards from the force of the strike. The woman shook her hand slowly and marveled at the strength she could summon when in the presence of a much stronger person. Another smirk crossed her face, as she dug her toe into the ground.
“Well, seems you became a lot stronger; you hit almost as hard as I do with an instant attack.” Instant attack, huh? This is all the strength I can muster with focus, not an ‘instant’ attack. He snarled, as the woman began shaking out her arms. He began explaining how her form was amazing, but her fist was too tense for a perfect strike. Overall, a good performance by the hybrid woman. His aura became visible, as his hair rippled from the wind and heat of his own excited ki. A grin split his face as he declared. “This is the way to get a Saiyan excited!”
Planting her foot firmly, the woman whirled into a kick that would strike the man’s bruised stomach. Using that foot to launch herself into a front flip, the woman would land in a crouching position, before launching herself sideways across the ground. Her next move would be to strike the man’s Achille’s tendon with a simultaneous chop as she shot between his open legs, before punching the ground to regain her footing on the shattered earth behind the man. Once on her feet, she would begin amassing her ki for her next powerful strike, praying the man wouldn’t take advantage of her shift in focus to strike...or stop her assault with a flick of his own.
Current PL - 35044 KP - 1/3
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 8, 2016 0:32:50 GMT
That feeling, the lust, the drive, he couldn't tell if it was the fact he knew he was fighting another of his blood or whether he'd been starved of a good fight in such a long time, the kick struck him sending floods of pain through his body. The thick, irritable brow sank into aggression and he'd evade the chop via leaping and turning in the midst of the air. There Tulip was, preparing and finally his guilt swallowed him. This wasn't fair, not on him, not on her and certainly not to anyone's benefit. The only way he was going to teach her is if he pushed the strength out of the female. Whilst he descended, the ki about him decreased rapidly until it fell just short of her own. This however did not affect his prowess, once a foot met that dirt, Levlidian set upon Tulip like a wild animal would his prey.
"Lets see how well you do!" he roared with excitement, starting with a vibrant strike slowed to pace her own speed, he hooked the blow for her jaw followed by a flurry, left, right left. Of course, this was still training thus the Saiyan pulled his punches as best he could, they varied between stronger and weaker than hers proving the lack of ability to maintain his control but each were blockable. Seeking to dip back and fall onto all fours extending hsi right foot, a sweeping kick soon sought her ankles sending the Saiyan male into a spiral.
The attack wouldn't follow and he'd use the momentum to depart from close quarters whilst rising in the same motion back into his horse stance, one arm attached to his hip, the paw folded into a meaty fist and his talon extended toward her from the other hand. "We'll turn this into a fight, I can't stand it, you fight like I do, I can't miss out on this chance again," his heel dug in deep and with a grunt he prepared his lowered ki once again, the wind coiled about himself and Tulip caressing any born soreness added and the abdomen of the male Saiyan stung with the sensation of being struck. It was as though he lived on Vegeta once again, drunk on battle, swept up in the adrenaline of the fight he soon seemed overly keen to continue; obsidian orbs wide with anticipation.
[PL Setting activated: Powerlevel plummeted to 30,000.]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 8, 2016 3:40:54 GMT
As both of her hands swung through open air, the woman narrowed her focus and punched her way back onto her feet and spun towards the man. He was already facing her, his brow narrowed in anger. As she rose to her stance, she felt his Ki shift and decrease, dropping to her own level. Pity...or…? As his feet touched the ground, he shot forward with a menacing grin.
“Let’s see how well you do!” Her own blood rushed through her body, adrenaline and excitement pumping through her short frame as this huge man roared his own approval. His fist came soaring towards her jaw, all of his suppressed ki fueling his attack. She stepped back, avoiding the blow narrowly. She caught the second jab to the gut and felt her breath driven from her lungs. Despite the pain, she maintained her heightened Ki, catching his second jab with the edge of her forearm. Ignoring the stinging pain the blow left, she dropped her free hand and caught the next jab. Even though every blow and impact stung, the hybrid’s smile never left. This was Tulip’s element; a battle, where a fierce barrage of blows was met with a collision of flesh, sweat, and blood. The man’s attacks suddenly stopped and he spun into a low sweeping kick, which the woman dodged by jumping into the air. As she rose into the air, she realized her mistake.
“We’ll turn this into a fight; I can’t stand it, you fight like I do. I can’t miss out on this chance again!” His momentum carried him around full-circle, feet sliding through the crushed earth as he braced himself. Levlidian’s huge frame rose up, almost dwarfing Tulip’s leaping height. He was already overwhelmingly close, huge frame dwarfing Tulip’s own small body. Thrusting one hand forward in a claw, it was only a brief millimeters from Tulip’s own chest. His other hand curled into a fist by his side as his suppressed ki began focusing inwards. She could sense the tension building in the air as the man prepared for his next assault.
Despite the situation she was in, her emerald eyes gleamed with delight and a savage grin filled her face. Thrusting one hand forward in a claw, she mirrored Levlidian’s stance as her feet slammed into the earth, sending dirt into the air. Her other hand curled into a fist as she brought it to her waist. Taking one step forward, she let her hand touch his chest as his hand brushed her forehead. The grin became a smirk, as her own ki began flaring up. A risky gamble; a trade of blows that could end this battle…perfect. The wind began swirling around the two, as the young hybrid stared up at the huge man, emerald gaze not swaying a single hair.
Current PL - 35044 - KP 2/2
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 8, 2016 18:22:51 GMT
It was so difficult to find someone who fought liek this, admiration was a factor as his eyes remaiend locked with her emerald jewels, considering the situation as a strategist might. Breathing steadily, the beast focused hard upon his inner flame; the void followed suit swallowing his potential and giving it rise to a greater notion of control. The Ki reflected this, it ceased the wild fury it boasted once before and steadied into a deep hum. Molecules vibrated hungrily about him generating the static charge needed to create this plasma-tic energy wrapped tight to his slim form. Each muscles relaxed, flexing to the sensation of his nerves allocating the energy, ready to strike like a hungry Wolf.
This was indeed a risky gamble, standing so close he could visually identify each pearl of sweat that coiled its way down her complexion and Levlidian felt the excitement spiral into fury. Tulip imitated him almost perfectly instance and his grin became manic; "You want to learn my iron monolith style?" he asked, lowering his hand to her chest and extending to fingers unto the flesh. "Then be ready for some agony," the close quarters saw his fist suddenly form and with blinding speed he sought to strike her hard with his ability. Instead of maximum damage, if he hit, she'd be funnelled with a chunk of his Ki to which sought fill her veins with a sensation of numbness.
Scenario 1:
Should Lockjaw strike, he'd then draw his second hand about and bludgeon the females abdomen with a solid, straight punch, stepping in close he'd then flurry four strikes into the same position and leap to wrap his heel about her shoulder in order to send the fighter soaring to her right. Upon landing, he'd not seek to follow and instead prepared for her to rise once more; a smug, arrogant grin replaced the manic and he'd offer a playful wink.
Scenario 2:
Evasion would see him attack suddenly entombing them both in a flurry of exchanges which would end in him diverting free of her, upon landing he'd breathe heavily from the effort and ready for her chance to exact revenge upon his attempted cheap shot.
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[V2] [Iron Monolith style: Lock-Jaw Strike]
- PL: 9900
At close range, Levlidian funnels his Ki into the ridges of his fingers and delivers a savage version of the 1 inch punch directly to a vital area of the opponents chest clearing their lungs of air and filling their sternum with his Ki to lock their muscles down with sheer shock. This variant acts as a Wolfs jaws might, locking down once about the foes throat and using the sheer will of himself and the pain/situation to paralyse.
Stunning - Techniques with this variant also stun the opponent for 100% power level of the user which can even disrupt charging if the stun is strong enough.
This attack deals 33% damage KP 1/3
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 8, 2016 20:44:35 GMT
Staring up into his obsidian gaze, Tulip could feel her heart hammering as her nerves wracked her entire body. Her entire body was radiating with the tension of this battle. She could feel the tension in the air, as the man’s gaze fell to her stance. His Ki lowered in flickering intensity, becoming a steady rumble of red energy hugging his huge form. The hybrid could see the sweat dripping down his chest and feel the heat radiating off of his toned body. She could feel the steady beating of his heart. Her own heart began slowing down to match his, as her ki began balancing out. Maintaining this output...is easier, now. An idle thought passed the woman’s mind, before she noticed Levlidian’s face shift.
A crazed grin filled his face, as the man spoke in a low rumble.
“You want to learn my Iron Monolith Style?” A note of marvel was in his voice, as the hand almost touching Tulip’s forehead slowly dropped. Maintaining her own stance, the woman focused her mind. Her heartbeat increased, as time seemed to slow down. The man’s large fingers brushed the top of her chest, fingertips shifting the cotton bandages wrapped there. She didn’t focus on that, only watching the man’s face and sensing his ki. She watched as he took a slow breath and finished his own question. “Then...be ready for some agony.”
She didn’t sense his Ki surge up, only noticed a blur as his open hand curled into a fist. Shifting her own aura forward, the woman tried to form a barrier of Ki where his strike would land. It was too close to try to dodge, to fast to try and counter. Only one choice left: flex and take the hit.
The punch slammed into her chest, driving the air from her lungs with a wheezing cough. A burning force entered her chest, preventing the hybrid from drawing another breath. Her entire body was unable to move, as his ki filled her entire body. It was a crazed, ravenous burning that reached every inch of the hybrid’s small frame. She couldn’t move her body, only her fingertips were unaffected by the Iron Monolith’s technique.
The man took one step backward before bracing himself, a left hook sailing in to slam into Tulip’s gut. Her emerald eyes widened in shock, as air she didn’t realize she still had was driven from her paralyzed lungs. Spit flew from her open mouth, as the man stepped closer and delivered four more punches into her stomach. As she started to collapse forwards, the man jumped into the air. He spun slowly through the air in front of the young woman, before hooking his heel into her shoulder. The force of the blow sent the woman flying to the side, also dispelling the effect of his paralyzing strike.
As her body slammed into the ground and rolled to a stop, the woman took a long, shuddering breath to refill her burning lungs. Slowly pushing herself up, she looked across at the man. His grin was now smug, arrogant satisfaction written on his face from the technique that had worked. He winked at the woman, as she raised one hand towards the bruise growing on her stomach. Spitting dirt and grime from her mouth, the hybrid closed both of her hands, popping her knuckles audibly. Ignoring the dull, throbbing pain in her core, she resumed the stance from before, one hand thrust forward in a claw while the other was a fist by her waist. A savage, fierce grin crossed the woman’s face, as her emerald eyes sparkled under the layer of dirt and earth that stained her face.
“Is this lesson over yet, Master?”
Current PL - 35044 KP 3/3
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 8, 2016 21:51:36 GMT
"Master eh?" Levlidian laughed silently unto himself, the steady rise and fall of his shoulders betraying little more than amusement, "I'm no teacher, perhaps one day but for now; I'm far too swallowed by my own progression to worry about helping others beyond what we're doing here. However, I know of someone who seems to enjoy showing people how to control themselves," lowering his stance, feeding his glare back unto Tulip with his smile fading; "But she can be more brutal than even I am," he layered devestation upon the dirt at his heel erupting after his opponent.
It was true, Levlidian had seen the one to teach him execute some truly animistic tendencies and fight with ferocity that far exceeded his. Drive, selfless goals and all born from a good heart, it was inconceivable to him until recently. The dirt and plumes of smoke emitted from the advancement saw him within punching distance within moments. His first attack saw the right vent to meet any form of defence, his left soon followed and he'd intercede the formation by directing and sudden round house kick in order to press his opponent further.
"Come on Tulip, you'll never become a Super Saiyan like this!" he roared unleashing himself into another drive to enter a flurried exchange.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 10, 2016 0:47:02 GMT
“Master, eh?” Levlidian’s gaze sparkled in the sunlight, as he continued steadily breathing. The sheen of sweat on his body reflected the light and further outlined the dirt covering his huge frame. “I’m no teacher; perhaps one day but for now I’m far too swallowed by my own progression to worry about helping others beyond what we’re doing here. However, I know of someone who seems to enjoy showing people how to control themselves.”
His grin faded as his eyes darkened. Slowly leaning forward, the man brought his hands up into fists. She noticed him digging his feet into the earth, firmly planting his stance. “But she can be more brutal than even I am.”
Someone more brutal than the man who is the epitome of primal. Then again, this guy seems to get flustered around women. Wait, Levlidian is-! The man disappeared in an explosion of dust and speed. The woman exhaled, her gaze darting about to search for the man’s reappearance. The dust swirled inwards before exploding outwards as the man shot forward, easily covering the distance between the two. His right fist shot out, smashing her guard to the left. She narrowed her eyes as the man’s left fist shot out as well, smacking her guard open. Sucking in a deep breath, the woman thrust both of her fists out to either side, digging her feet into the broken earth. The man’s body was already spinning as his foot drew into his chest, preparing for a roundhouse kick. Steeling her stomach for the incoming blow, her hair suddenly began rippling in the wind as the woman’s fist began shining a metallic silver. Sparks of energy began tearing up the earth beside her as the man’s foot buried itself into her stomach. The breath was forced from her lungs in a short, pained gasp, but the woman maintained control over her technique and energy.
“Come on, Tulip, you’ll never become a Super Saiyan like this!” The man’s loud tone reached the woman’s ears, as he finished his kick and spun to face her. She could see the excitement in his obsidian eyes as he shot forward, fists raised to engage in a furious melee.
“You’re right, Levlidian.” The ground next to the woman was tearing itself apart, as she stepped into the attack. The silver aura coating her fist was creating a small tempest of wind as the energy crackled along the powerful ki. Her fist almost teleported due to the energy it contained, with the intent of striking Levlidian in his jaw. The ground behind the woman cracked and exploded into dust from the recoil of the strike. The dust instantly swirled inwards, encircling the two and hiding them from outside view. To any onlooker, a blur had just sent a shockwave through the mountain followed by a bomb that had sent dirt flying dozens of feet into the air.
Current PL - 35044 Used [MP3] Ultimate Ki-Infused Fist for 100% Current PL KP 0/3
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 10, 2016 1:23:38 GMT
The exchange had been heated, furiously so and as the young Saiyan goaded his female opponent he couldn't help but listen to the steady drumming in his ears, it was no simple Rat-tat-tat but a full booming sense from the drums of war. In reality it was actually his own blood pulsing at a heightened pace due to adrenaline, the dirt about our attacker coiled away like rising serpents as he raced on for Tulip. He hadn't seen the evolution of her technique though, so filled up on excitement and rage he'd completely over looked the silver like aura developing. In the wake of the sun peeking that afternoon, an enormous, thunderous boom shattered the silence.
beneath them, the dirt and debris shattered and erupted skywards enveloping each with the safety of darkness. The curtains fell from the exhibit, two pairs of legs stood extended and fists connected at the knuckle; Levlidian stood with his arm outstretched and matching Tulip's. Red licked angrily against grey and the grin about the Saiyan's face depicted it all. from his own hand drew a steady trickle of blood as he'd had to think very quickly barely charging his own attack to match this gargantuan attack of hers, "I'm impressed," he said with a joyous tone alternating between a minor irritation, "Not only do you fight liek me but you think like me too. That was fast thinking trying to catch my charge off guard,"
Drawing back his fist, Levlidian began to shake it off whilst circumnavigating Tulip, like a predator testing his prey for weaknesses; he continued. "You put everything into that but what did you plan to do if it failed? I want to see that, y'got some unique talent, I'll give you that. You've tested my own abilities with how quick your reaction is," the floor betrayed a subtle rattle of rocks formulating a small tumbling session. At each fighters heels sat distinct and violent crevices whilst on closer inspection; a crater would occupy where they both once stood.
"I want you to come at me as you would if you had the advantage," he winced and glanced to his hand spying a disjointed knuckle, reaching forward he adjusts it with a subtle crack and a groan of pain. "Well, seems you do have the advantage, I folded my fist too soon and now look at my hand," it began to swell and bruise and yet he merely shook it off to uptake his fighting stance once more. "C'mon tulip, I don't want to be able to move tomorrow morning,"
[MP3] [Iron Monolith Style: Alpha's Fist] Ultra Ki-Infused Melee Attack 0/3 KP 100% charge 30,000
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Dec 11, 2016 20:18:47 GMT
Tulip felt the punch stopped short, met by a force of equal power. Her glowing silver fist had been stopped midway by Levlidian’s own, red-hued fist. The ki surrounding both of their fists met in a collision of sparks, before the explosion from both forces colliding at such a high momentum sent a gust of wind outwards dispelling the dust and further cracking the ground underfoot. The huge man had managed to stall his charge and plant himself firmly enough to deliver a counter-strike from the charge before. A small trail of blood ran from his hand, which was evidence enough that her attacks were strong. He’s holding back so much…but still so worth fighting. A primal grin split the man’s face as he began speaking in a happy voice tinged with irritation. “Not only do you fight like me, but you think like me too. That was fast thinking, trying to catch my charge off guard.”
Both of them drew back their fists, while Tulip hopped back to gain distance. He lowered his arm and shook the bleeding fist as he began circling the woman. Tulip finally opened her fist, noting the dull throbbing in her bones and joints. Keeping up this level of strength could hurt me in the long run...but for a fight like this, a little bit of pain is worth it. Continuing to step backwards, Tulip noticed the rubble underfoot shifting inwards and realized the force of their attacks had created a small crater from the force of the impact. Since when did my attacks carry such force? The rubble underfoot audibly shifted, rocks grinding against one another as the woman tried to plant her feet. “You put everything into that but what did you plan to do if it failed? I want to see that; you got some unique talent, I’ll give you that. You’ve tested my abilities with how quick your reaction is.”
“I want you to come at me as if you had the advantage!” The man’s voice rose in excitement, before he winced. The huge man’s gaze fell to his bleeding hand, where one of his fingers was bent inwards at an off angle. Reaching with his good hand, he forcibly relocated the finger with an audible crack and groaned softly. Flexing his hand, the man continued speaking. “Well, seems you do have the advantage. I folded my fist too soon, and now look at my hand.”
Taking up his powerful stance, the man grinned savagely and muttered. “C’mon Tulip, I don’t want to be able to move tomorrow morning.”
Tulip’s breath was caught up in her lungs, as she heard this powerful man say such a provocative line. A slight blush appeared on her face as she grinned and slid her foot back. As her body started to fall forward, the blush was already gone. Her face was already becoming serious, as the woman nodded once in the fighter’s direction. “Okay, Levlidian-”
As her body almost fell into the ground, she thrust one foot forward and launched herself towards Levlidian at the fastest speed her body could move. The ground shattered and rocks were sent into the air at every point her feet planted into the ground.
Raising her fist, Tulip would make it look like she was going for a gut punch. If or when the man threw his guard up or attempted to countered, the woman would react. Slamming her feet into the ground, she would retract her fist and continue her sprint past the man. Planting her feet and creating an explosion of rubble outwards behind the man, she would reverse her stance, burying her feet further. Bringing one foot back, if Levlidian’s guard was still up in the front, the young hybrid would come back to back with the man who towered over her. Thrusting both of her arms out in front of her, the woman then slammed her elbows backwards, creating a gust of wind that swept the dust outwards beside them. She would drive her elbows backwards and upwards with the intent to strike the man’s lower back and bruise his organs within, further winding him. If her attack landed, the damage would be decent. The only problem was if he decided to take the first hit and then reacted to everything that was the follow up.
Without risk...there can’t be reward! Emerald gaze gleaming, the woman brought her fist up and prepared for the start of her devastating combo.
Current PL - 35044 KP 1/3
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Post by Levlidian on Dec 11, 2016 21:53:34 GMT
It was a scenario that Levlidian couldn't have seen coming, each time Tulip had clashed with him she' come with everything she could possibly muster and delivered each time, Tulip's inner Saiyan was truly pushing to dominate this fight. As of now he rested within his battle stance and watched on as she prepared, the unique signature of her silver ki was one he'd become accustomed to and now, his blood red ki illuminated the stone beneath him. Tendrils coiled and writhed like an inferno whilst his obsidian orbs donned their tell-tale seriousness of combat. She was going to come at him with ferocity she'd not shown just yet, it was overall exciting to the beast who's mane swayed in a gentle breeze as he waited.
There it was, travelling as a monster might with a true Sayan's pride rising the strength Tulip boasted, Levlidian swept to evade but it was not this essence he had to fear. Rounding to meet the woman, he strike sank it well, it sank in hard and within a moment there was no longer a male present in their combat. Torn from the stone, Lev' was sent careering like a bullet clear off the ledge leading to the valley below. pain caressed his lower back, it crept up his spine and into the length of his limbs as he tumbled. It had been shock, after all, that had stolen his ability to recuperate quickly however once he had regained his composure; the young Saiyan was quick to rise to her presence once again.
It was a shock, no, it was expected but still he was unready for the sheer power this one boated, the skill as well, it had clearly improved and as ashamed as Levlidian was; he was also very impressed. A lower strengthened warrior had managed to challenge him to the point of having to return unto the battle in such a way, he actually considered removing the training weight of reducing his power. Sure, he could take far more punishment but there was now more at stake here than mere training, if Tulip continued like this it was to become a war of Pride.
From within the floor he tore, tearing apart the stone as he did so before breaching the ledge and funnelling his entirety at Tulip, rage partnered the dented pride he wore; yet his power wouldn't spike beyond where he had set it. Their clash was monstrous, his fist swept for her form followed by a series of others; an exchange as beautiful as a piece of art as the pair exchanged flurries for a good minute or two. power vented about the realms, red clashed with grey, during the exchange of high speed punches and kicks came Levlidian's powerful upper cut seeking pause halfway and switch into a forearm thrust for her chest.
Should he land the thrust, he'd then sweep about on his heel and fling an elbow as he about faced to face away amed for her jaw. Continuing on he'd return to facing her and seek bludgeon her abdomen followed by a thigh strike from his knuckles to slow her ability in moving. Lev' couldn't let her ability to strike him so hard hold him back, each move was slowed in the way he moved to turn; that blow to the back had ruined his manoeuvrability. An odd spark sounded and Lev's aura clawed itself into a golden hue, as soon as it had arrived it had vanished as his emotions began to avert into a haywire state.
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