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Round 1! Fight! (Achillios/Spectators?)
Limax
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I am filled with Determination
Posts: 475
Power Level: 112,360
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Post by Limax on Feb 6, 2017 20:13:37 GMT -6
Do to the nature of this thread spectators are allowed I imagine, but will not be counted toward post order so as to not hold up the combat.________________________________________________________________________________________________ Limax was nervous, now that everything was said and done. Now that he actually stood here in the ring, people in the stands surrounding him on all sides. Everyone was here to watch him battle against the strongest warriors across the galaxy. He was sure that his peers were among the crowd. No doubt hoping to see him fail. Or perhaps not, since he was fighting as a warrior of Namek. Perhaps this was a rare occasion where they'd wish him to succeed. He shook his head to himself. He shouldn't be thinking about them. Not now. This wasn't about them, this was about him, and all of the hard work he'd done to better himself. The hours of training and torment to push himself to become stronger. He had no need for his training weights today, it was time to let himself go unleashed and see what he could do when he pushed himself to the limit. Achillios Markos
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 6, 2017 20:29:08 GMT -6
The day had finally come, Ios had been waiting patiently. But mixed feelings of excitement and honor were flowing through him. No matter the outcome, he still felt proud to be representing his ancestors in a tournament full of only the mightiest of warriors.
Today he would arrive without his cloak, armor or weapon. A fresh looking grey sleeveless tank-top and simple the same tan hide leather pants he had been wearing the last time he had seen his opponent. When he took his place across from the Namekian, he would nod in respect, his stance stoic in nature.
He was use to fighting in colosseum like environments, so the crowd did not impact his nerves so much. His prismatic hues would focus upon the alien before him. This would be tough. Nothing was ever easy, or it wasn't worth it. He still had a few tricks up his sleeves, as he was sure his opponent did. This however would not be the same fight.
At the ready, he would wait for the fight to begin.
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Limax
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Post by Limax on Feb 6, 2017 21:36:45 GMT -6
When his first, and hopefully not last opponent entered the ring Limax gave him a small bow of respect. Win or lose they were both warriors, and would conduct themselves with honor. Once the niceties were over however he'd widen his stance. There was little else to do but get on with it. The crowd was waiting.
"Holy Dragon's Claws."
Limax intoned as his hands began to charge with a small amount of energy around his nails. It was the only warning Achillios would have before his arms extended and stretched out across the arena, slashing down and to the left as his wicked sharp nails sought to slash through the flesh of his torso.
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Base PL 4341
Attack PL 4775
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Atlanti
Graduated
Posts: 138
Power Level: 18,538
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Post by Atlanti on Feb 6, 2017 22:18:57 GMT -6
((Let's add a spectator to the mix!))
Atlanti managed to scoot to a spot just before the fighting started. She still had her upcoming round on her mind, and wanted to see how other people were doing! It looked like she had picked the right time, as another Namekian started an attack! She leaned forward, curious to see what the other person would do.
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 7, 2017 8:16:24 GMT -6
Achillios had kept his sights set on Limax, watching intensely as he prepared himself to act. It wasn't long before his green opponent made his move. From his previous experience with Limax before the tournament, he knew the Namekian was strong. While he was fighting an up-hill battle, Ios wasn't about to settle himself into defeat so soon.
Limax's arms would stretch, his opponent shouting out his ability as the Namekian's arms grew in length and came forward at him. Crouching low, Ios would wait for the arms to clear the distancs, before he gave a sudden lurching dive forward, allowing the arms to swoop by over head as he rolled forward.
In the process of his diving roll, Ki would begin to charge his right hand, the energy forming rapidly, the hilt and blade of purple and red energy pulsating. His right arm would swing upward, overhead horizontally, in attempt to cut at the Namekian's outstretched arms. At the very least, he would hope to known them upward and awake.
His right hand redirect forward, palm presented toward Limax before he would shoot off the etheral energy blade toward his opponent's chest.
"Blade of Valor!"
Blade of Valor: +15% pl 1,449 pl
Reaction + Action [2 Attacks]
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Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Feb 7, 2017 9:33:51 GMT -6
Wasabi sat amongst the crowd; his foot thumping impatiently in the stands. "That bastard" Wasabi growled, annoyance clear in his voice. In the shirt time he'd looked away the Namekian had actually passed him! Annoyance quickly gave way to awe, as Wasabi felt the corners of his mouth perk into a Cheshire esque grin. "KICK HIS ASS"
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Limax
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Post by Limax on Feb 7, 2017 11:14:35 GMT -6
The alien was able to roll out of the way of his attack, but Limax was already moving to react to that. One thing that he could thank his peers for in their relentless attempts to break him is that he learned to never expect anything to work. He was always at the disadvantage and always needing to stay quick on his feet to react.
His arms were already retracting when Achillios started his roll. It was enough to protect his arms from being slashed by the blade of energy, but not quick enough to prevent him from getting inside of Limax's guard. Though this time he had an idea of what to expect. And when the blade fired out Limax shifted and turned his body. The blade sliced across the top of Limax's chest, but unlike the first time they fought it didn't stab him.
Range was obviously not the best approach, at least with his limbs. So he'd keep it close, hopefully close enough that using the blade of energy would prove to be unwieldy compared to how fast Limax could move about.
"Holy Dragon's Claws."
He intoned again as the energy around his hands intensified and he launched himself at Achillios with a flurry of clawed slashes!
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Attack PL 4775
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 7, 2017 13:16:06 GMT -6
Achillios had barely managed to miss Limax's stretched arms, as he had pulled them back before the ki blade struck them. But he managed to land the Blade of Valor when shot, just not as centered as he would have liked. The glancing blow was followed up by Limax once again, using his claw attack in a flurry.
He would land two solid strikes against Ios' arms, which croased to create a barrier against the attacks. As powerful as they were, he wouldn't stay put.
"Walk of Time!"
Normally he would use this technique to bait his opponent with a realistic after-image that would remain where he had been standing. Unknown to him, it was likely Limax could see through it. Really though, the maneuver was what counted this time around. A 'woosh' sounded out as Achillios blinked out of sight.
He would appear above and behind Limax, dropping down with the point of his elbows, intent on finding both his shoulders. At which point, his right arm would try to snake around Limax's neck, under his chin. Ios would twist his hips, put his right hip against the Namekian's lower half, before give a hard tug backward and exhorting his muscles.
Essentially, Achillios was trying to use a hip-toss of sorts, to yank and throw Limax into a backwards flip behind him. If all went well, maybe he would manage to throw him out of the ring!
Technique: Walk of Time: Allows Limax to blink to a location of his choice, leaving an mirage of himself in his location. Opponent must have +25% pl to see through it.
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Limax
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Post by Limax on Feb 7, 2017 14:43:30 GMT -6
Limax wasn't fooled by the after image, but he couldn't sense where Achillios had vanished to. Though that answer was soon discovered as two elbows slammed into his shoulders, causing him to slightly bend with the blow as the fighter wrapped an arm around his neck. He'd quickly find Limax's left hand reaching up to grasp the arm around his neck in an attempt to pull out of the hold.
All the while Limax would forcefully shift his own weight forward as he bent to try and lift Achillios off of his feet and deny him his leverage, all while his right elbow shot back toward the torso of his grappler.
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Attack PL 4341
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 7, 2017 16:18:47 GMT -6
Limax's shift forward would help to prevent Achillios from hip throwing him out of the arena, but he was a tiny bit smaller, he would be unable to lift the Mythrosian entirely off his feet, but the elbow would collide with his side. A grunt of pain sounded out from his lips and Ios's arm would flex, the grip would tighten around his opponent's neck in reaction.
He would attempt this one more time, before he aborted such an opportune position. Pulling back again, Achillios would stretch his right leg backwards, before trying to bury his own knee into the back of the Namekian's right knee, in effort to buckle it. At which point, he would yank again, this time in the opposite direction he tried previously. He would roar out as he tried to swing him clock-wise and let go again, in attempt to ring him out.
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Limax
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Post by Limax on Feb 7, 2017 16:38:33 GMT -6
Achillios was tough, there was no doubt about it. And since he wasn't able to rip the arm off of his neck, that meant that he was stronger then the Namekian Warriors who had jumped him the other day. That was both impressive and troubling. If this guy was stronger than them, then he'd need to go all out against him. He couldn't afford to pull his punches.
He'd manage to buckle the knee and even throw him! However once in the air and free of the grapple Limax used his Ki to abruptly stop mid air before rising upward to the sky! He was thankful that he'd taken the time to learn how to fly some weeks back. It seemed that could be his saving grace.
"You are an amazingly talented fighter."
Offering the warrior a respectful nod, he had earned the right to be fought at full strength. He just hoped that Achillios could appreciate that. He held out an arm in the direction of Achillios as energy charged up all through his arm, his face tense with effort from the energy build up.
"Retribution!"
He cried out moments later, a brilliant beam of purple energy flying right for Achillios' position. This was Limax's most powerful attack, the one he used when all else seemed to fail. And with how ineffective his Holy Dragon's Claws seemed to be, it was where his mind naturally went.
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Attack PL 5426
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 7, 2017 18:36:11 GMT -6
Huh!? He can fly!? Damn it!
The Mythrosian would swear under his breath in his native language, at his luck. Flight was something he had yet to attain, in fact very few he had met were capable. This would certainly destroy the idea of ringing the Namekian out. He had heard his opponents words, while he respected the praise, he said nothing in return. Right now, he was focused and determined to fight until he possibly couldn't anymore.
Limax remained airborne and he raised his hand, charged up Ki and then sent it rocketing toward him. The technique was new to him, but Ios figured it was probably best not to get hit by it. Unfortunately, when he moved to dodge off to his right, he wouldn't get far enough away. While it was not a direct hit, the force of the explosion that landed at his left was enough to send him toppling hard into the arena floor, rolling and skidding before friction took hold.
Seething with pain, his body battered and scraped, tank-top and pants tattered, he would lift himself to his knee, teeth gritting as he glared up toward the Namekian. Never had he been in such pain- And it hadn't even been a direct hit! He believed it was time to play one of the cards up his sleeves- If he had sleeves.
In a motion that would likely take Limax by surprise, Achillios would lift his hand as he mimiced his opponent's previous motion. Glaring upward, he would scream out familiar words.
"RETRIBUTION!"
Taking a page out of Limax's book, literally, Achillios would copy the Namekian's own ability and use it against him.
Attack: 1,575
[Mythrosian S.Ability: Once per thread, he can copy an ability and use a target's own technique against them.]
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Limax
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Post by Limax on Feb 7, 2017 20:23:18 GMT -6
He remained there in shock when Achillios showed that he had yet another trick up his sleeve. The stance was familiar, intimately so. It was his own technique. But there was no way that he could use it. Was there? But sure enough the Retribution Beam that was fired looked identical to the one that Limax used. He didn't know how Achillios had learned it, and he didn't have time to find out. Bringing his arms in front of him in a guard he'd attempt to block and deflect the blow as best he could.
It hurt, a lot. Maybe it was because of his own power, or perhaps Achillios couldn't use the technique as well as he could. But no matter the reason Limax remained airborne, if not unscathed. His skin smoldered and his clothing reflected the damage that had been inflicted. Tattered in ripped in various places.
Limax was taking heavy, deep breaths. His last Retribution had taken a lot of his energy, which is why an attack that strong was normally reserved for his trump card. But he couldn't just stand around, he needed to find or create an opening.
Zipping to the side he'd use both of his hands to send a barrage of uncharged Ki projectiles down at him. Hoping to force him to move and create an opening for him to exploit. Or at the very least drive him toward the edge of the arena.
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Attack PL 4341
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 7, 2017 22:17:30 GMT -6
The smoke cleared after his counter Retribution landed cleanly, however Limax remained afloat. From what he could tell, he was still in decent shape. Achillios himself was breathing heavier, he could feel fatigue taking hold. He had been pushing himself pretty hard thus far. Limax's last attack had clearly taken a toll, but he couldn't give up yet.
By the twelve.. I-I cannot give in! NOT YET!
Prismatic iris' glared upward, locked upon the Namekian above as he began to zip around in flight, throwing out ki blasts. He only briefly contemplated Walk of Time, before realizing it could very well lead him to defeat if he used it while his opponent was still in the air. Instead, he jumped and dodged, narrowly avoiding the ki blasts, making movements that brought him closer toward the center of the ring, biding his time in attempt to reserve his energy and allow Limax to continue to expend his resources.
HEED MY CALL! FOR MYRIA! FOR ALL MYTHROSIANS!
Once he hit the center and felt he had judged Limax's flight speed correctly, Achillios would turn on his heels, raise his right hand and let loose his own flurry of uncharged ki blasts, scattered and innacurate, up toward Limax.
After which, his hands would clam together hard, a growl would sound out, growing in aggression and volume. Ki energy would begin to statically charge at his hands. He would pull them apart, a ball of energy growing rapidly as his hands spread further apart, veins pulsating in his forehead from strain. It hurt him to use this, but he felt he was approaching the line. Drastic measures had to be taken.
"ggggrrrrrrrrRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAH~! GOD-FALL BARRAGE~!"
The swirling purple and red ball of spiritual energy would pulsate, roughly the size of a beach-ball, between Ios' palms. He would toss it high up above his head. At which point it would blink and pulsate quickly, before it started spit-firing arrow-shaped ki blasts in in rapid succession, the torrent of energy directing toward Limax like a heat-seeking missiles.
God-Fall Barrage * Charging up a ball of energy between his hands, Achillios throws it skyward. Hovering in place, it begins to spit rapid torrents of arrow-like ki blasts from it. If a specific target is marked, the torrent of arrows will home in on them until the energy ball depletes. If no specific target is chosen, the ability can bombard a specific location. 45% PL
Ios takes 15% PL in damage when using this ability.
Total PL = 1,827 274.05 Damage to Self
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Limax
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Post by Limax on Feb 9, 2017 0:11:39 GMT -6
His plan didn't seem to be working as instead of pushing him toward the edge of the arena he had found openings to make his way to the center. Unfortunate. And once he had his position it seemed like the Alien's turn to send a flurry of blasts at Limax. Though these seemed to be wildly inaccurate or easy to deflect. He'd shift to avoid some while smacking a few others to the side.
It was only after he was out of the barrage of Ki that he saw what it really was. A ploy to distract him. He watched as the large sphere of energy was launched into the air. But rather than thrown at him Achillios appeared to have just thrown it overhead?
Did he miss?
He only had a moment to contemplate that before it began to spin and pulsate, launching projectiles right at him! His first instinct was to dodge away from them, flying off to the side. However, much to his surprise the projectiles seemed to twist and move with him. Homing in on his position. He continued to move, attempting to stay ahead and shake off the projectiles. But alas, it was to no avail.
That's when the idea struck him, if he couldn't shake them he'd have to make a stand, but he didn't have to do it here. Quickly he'd fly right to Achillios, with the projectiles right behind him! If he was unable to shake him then he'd make sure to bring the pain to Achillios with his own attack!
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