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Someone fight me . . . seriously.
Wasabi
Graduated
Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Feb 13, 2017 20:45:19 GMT -6
"Sorry we currently don't have anyone available to train with you." The android, gave him an infuriatingly passive look as he gave Wasabi the equally infuriating news. His jaw slackened, before his whole body went limp as he hung loosely from the kiosk, the top of his head the only thing visible to the robot. "You've gotta be shittin me." His voice was faint and barely audible as the android at the kiosk continued to stare passively at him. He had showed up to rent out a training room and try out one of the android training partners, but as the bot had said earlier, there were non. Wasabi's fingers twitched erratically; he needed to hit something -- bad. He shot up to his feet, shouting out randomly, not expecting an actual answer. "ARGH WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE JUST FIGHT ME!" Achillios Markos
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 13, 2017 21:19:43 GMT -6
"I don't usually fight children, but I can't afford to be picky."
No really, he thought it was a young child throwing a fit. Achillios stood off to the side of the kiosk, clad in his dark cloak hiding most of his massive form, aside from his boots, head and the hilt of a large sword poking out the behind his right shoulder. Prismatic iris' glinted as he stared toward the tiny humanoid nearby.
"If you are serious, I will take you on."
All business, Achillios would stare toward Wasabi blankly. After his loss in the tournament, Achillios was determined to improve. He would probably fight some wild animals, if he could even find any on this planet. He supposed a child was better than nothing.
@wasabi
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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 13, 2017 21:39:02 GMT -6
"He isn't a child."
At least Limax thought he wasn't. Honestly he wasn't really sure how old Wasabi was. But he was pretty sure he was an adult. It sounded like it from the backstory he gave him. It had sounded like he had many years to lament his situation.
"And if it's acceptable to both of you I would love a chance to join you?"
He wasn't sure on how either of them would answer. Wasabi seemed to be very unpredictable and considering the recent tournament match, he didn't know if Achillios wanted to fight him again or not. He knew little of the person and if they would take it personally and hold a grudge, or if he would see it as a chance to grow. He was hopeful for the latter. But he would respect his wishes if he had no desire to do anything with him now.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 13, 2017 21:43:15 GMT -6
"Because you all are."
Smirking, the second shortest male of the group was pulling up his sleeves. He wore traditional Saiyan battle gear, having seen these warriors lining up to throw down and deciding to get involved. After all, he assumed they were all in the competition. Why not make a real war of it.
"Now, who's cahones are big enough to throw the first punch?"
He tilted up his chin quite invitingly.
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Wasabi
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Lean green fighting machine~!
Posts: 245
Power Level: 100,000
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Post by Wasabi on Feb 13, 2017 21:52:29 GMT -6
Wasabi felt his temper flare up, as he looked up at the large man who had apparently heard his cry for a challenge. "WHO DID YOU JUST CALL A--"
Thankfully at that moment, Limax stepped in preventing a violent outburst from Wasabi. He flashed his patented grin. Maybe he should scream for fights more often. Before he could even say 'Let's get it on' another brawler showed up. A Saiyan, Wasabi assumed. At his comment Wasabi snuck a quick glance at Limax. Poor guy.
"Well aren't you a tough little monkey."
He'd flick his head towards one of the empty training rooms, flashing a wild grin. "Come on, I can assure you. Mine are bigger."
Stepping into the room, he'd wait for the others to follow suit.
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 13, 2017 22:10:38 GMT -6
Ios would get a response from an unexpected, yet familiar voice. His jaw tightening slightly as he quickly realized it was Limax, the Namekian that had defeated him in the tournament. He didn't necessarily dislike him, however it did irk him that he had been defeated by him.
"I apologize then, tiny man."
Another from nearby would comment out loud, a man a little taller than the child, with hair that defied gravity and confidence in his spoken words. This quickly looked as though it would turn from one on one combat, to a battlefield of sorts. The corners of his lips turned upward. This was exactly what he needed.
Without saying anything else, he would begin to make his way toward the empty training arena that Wasabi had been eyeing. Once inside, he would clear a little distance, turning heel toward the entrance.
"A little game of survival? Or are we setting teams..?"
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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 13, 2017 22:31:04 GMT -6
He rolled his eyes at the new comer. That kind of bluster wasn't unknown to him. He'd seen it a lot from the Warrior Caste, supremely confident in their own ability. More than that, unwavering belief in their right to stand over him, and by extension others like him. It pissed him off to see it reflected in this alien.
"I'm more than happy to."
Just not outside of the training room. He still had no intention of causing a ruckus and disrupting the festivities. Following Wasabi into the training room he'd roll his shoulders and crack his neck.
"I'm good either way."
Teams or free for all, though as long as he wasn't put on a team with the snobbish one he'd probably be gunning for him anyways. It would be cathartic.
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 13, 2017 22:42:49 GMT -6
Once inside, and the door closed, Okara would up his power, his aura bursting to life in a purple glow. His hair waved a little as he held his clenched fists at his hips.
"We'll make it easy. All of you against me."
Without waiting for an argument, he'd shoot forward, aiming a harsh right cross for Achillios' face. His left hand would fire two Ki blasts- one for each of those remaining.
PL: 16,000
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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 13, 2017 23:10:03 GMT -6
"SHITSHITSHIT!"
In an instant the ki blasts were on him, with little time to react, he'd spartan kick Limax in the side to move him out of the way of the blast, as well as using the Namekian as a springboard to stumble backwards out of the way of the blast. The attack singed the front of his exposed chest. He grimaced in pain, but not before taking a deep breath. His chest visibly expanding as his aura flared. He'd fly forwards towards Okara, turning in mid air as he tucked his knees to his chest before kicking outward.
"DROP KICK BITCH!" (+40% Speed) Pazuzu's Blessing: 7464
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 14, 2017 10:35:25 GMT -6
The confident one would exclaim it was all against him. Ios was about to respond before Okara powered up. The fierce amount of energy displayed shocked him. When he burst forward, his arms would barely have time to cross before the black haired man's forceful assault was felt. The force easily enough to lift the large Mythrosian off his feet. After being blown backwards by the punch, Achillios' heels would snag on the ground, shifting him into a backwards roll. His behind, back then head would hit the ground as he rolled twice before he could gather himself. Ios pulled his legs in closer and would use to roll to slide on his feet into a crouched position, hands dragging on ground as he ground to a halt. I-Incredible s-strength! This.. I-is a loosing battle.. BUT I WON'T GIVE UP YET!Achillios' arms were practically jelly at this point, battered and numb from Okara's contact. Shaking them alive, albiet barely able to, Ios's hands would lift. Both palms would light up wiyh Ki energy, two hilts and two blades of Ki would form before they would propel rapidly toward the the man who had assaulted him. "Blade of Valor!" x2 Blade of Valor - 15%
PL+15% = 2084 each.
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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 14, 2017 21:24:03 GMT -6
He didn't know if he was more surprised by the speed of the tall haired warrior's attack or Wasabi's quick reaction of kicking them both away from the Ki blasts. Though quick thinking it was, it wasn't quick enough for Limax to escape from the blast unscathed. The Ki blast grazing his shoulder and burning it severely causing him to snarl in pain.
Right himself mid air so that he didn't touch the ground he had to think quickly himself. In raw power this warrior had him beat. No doubt. However, Limax had fought both Wasabi and Achillios before, and thus knew what each warrior could offer in a battlefield. This battle could be won, they just needed to fight smart.
"Work together!"
He called out as Wasabi made his way for the kick, while Achillios charged up his blades of Valor. This could work. Limax just had to do his part as well.
"Holy Dragon's Claws!"
His arms exploded with energy as he powered up his body with Ki, his arms snaking and extending toward Okara with speed and purpose. Where normally he'd aim to strike with his claws and rip, this time he'd aim to wrap his arms around Okara's legs and dig his nails into his flesh in order to keep him rooted enough for both of his allies strikes to land.
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Attack PL = 6388
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Post by Okara Blaze on Feb 14, 2017 22:11:52 GMT -6
Okara, as the three decided to do as he suggested and focus on him, would step back as Wasabi kicked. His left hand would try and grab Wasabi's ankle and pull him in front of the bladed attack, while his hand palm would open at the incoming Limax simultaneously.
"CRASH BLAST!"
He'd fire off a massive wave of Ki at Limax with a harsh "BOOM", intent to force him to deal with that instead of grabbing his legs. Still, he would attempt to keep himself aware, adrenaline surging into his body.
He'd never fought three before....this should greatly increase his battle tactics and capabilities.
Crash Blast PL: 18,400
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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 15, 2017 16:55:24 GMT -6
"Oh come o-AAAHH!"
Wasabi would shout out as Okara's hand grabbed his ankle, instinctively his ki suffused into his body, his skin darkening to a greenish gray. Achillios' blasts slammed square into Wasabi's back. Aside from the pain, he was mostly unhurt. With a grin, his muscles would suddenly expand, his body nearly doubling in size. The increased size of his ankle would make it harder to grip; using this to his advantage he would try to pull his leg from Okara's grasp before latching onto his arm in an attempt to throw off his aim. Wasabi would try to sink his teeth into the young saiyan's bicep, before firing out a blast of ki.
"IBWITH WOAR!"
Base PL: 5332 Transformation PL: 6665 Iblis Roar PL: 7331 (+35%) Pazuzu's Blessing Speed PL: 8997
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Post by Achillios Markos on Feb 17, 2017 8:34:08 GMT -6
Whoops!
The Saiyan was quick to use Ios' teammate as a shield. He didn't have time to apologize for his miscalculation now, instead he would watch as the tiny man's body grew two-fold larger. Maybe he could take advantage of this. Or maybe he would just end up clobbering his teammate again.
"Walk of Time!"
Ios would blink away from his current position, ending up above and behind Okara and Wasabi. At which point his fists came together and he looked to double-hammer fist the top of Okara's head.
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Limax
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I am filled with Determination
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Power Level: 112,360
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Post by Limax on Feb 17, 2017 11:30:09 GMT -6
The massive wave of Ki was more than enough to make Limax switch tactics. Hastily jumping and rolling to the side rather than trying to attack Okara. And while the worst of the blast was avoided, the parts that hit hit sent him rolling painfully against the ground, battering his body with it's overwhelming power.
He'd roll further to the side and try and work his way behind Okara. They needed to force him to have to pick and choose who to focus on. This time he'd wait for him to strike at one of the others before launching his attack. Biding his time.
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