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Post by Vocado on Mar 8, 2018 21:55:38 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 24,000
Cold morning winds blew harshly in this little corner of the farm-capital of the world. The Spinach Wastes were aptly named, as little more than vegetables and their growers ever found their home here. It made this the perfect place to keep casualties to a minimum. No civilians would get in the way if a fight broke out, and a fight was almost guaranteed to break out. The Prince watched from the sky as a quartet of low-class Saiyans put the final touches on a small arena in the center of large patch of flattened grassland. Made of stone and wood, the elevated ring looked reminiscent of the ones they had at Earth's famous Budōkai, though nowhere near as polished. It was large enough for a fight to dance across its surface, but fragile enough that when the fight took off its training wheels they'd simply take to the skies. "Good work, you four." Vocado said as he landed in the center. The soldiers nodded in unison, before one approached their leader. "Forgive me for asking, Prince, but what exactly is this arena for?"He turned to the soldier, a serious look in his eye. "We're going to send a message."Vocado pulled a handful of capsules out from beneath his battle armor, and tossed them across the ring. They landed with an explosive puff of smoke, and when the fog cleared, a trio of A.I controlled cameras hovered to life. They circled Vocado, whirring and zooming in and out as they tried to get the best angles. It seemed the low-class Saiyans he had sneaked away from the base had gotten the hint now. They were going to broadcast something big. Motioning towards the lead camera, Vocado stood proud and tall despite his shortness, and cleared his throat. The cameras began to record. "People of Earth," he began. "The Saiyan King is dead. Slain by heartless Arcosians in an act of vengeance on our ancestors. Their assault has left us disorganized, homeless, and wounded." His stern face shifted to a scowl. "But we are Saiyans. We will not be felled by a single attack. Our forces are growing, regrouping -- when the time comes, we'll reclaim our home!" "But today isn't that day. Instead, I have something else to share with you."He clenched his fists tightly, allowing his knuckles to pop. He was nervous about this next part. "I, Prince Vocado of House Bone-Moon, invoke the ancient rite of combat, and lay claim to the title of King of all Saiyans. With my leadership, we will step out of the shadows of Earth and strike back at Arcose!" "Of course, If any warriors of the Saiyan Kingdom think I am unworthy, you are welcome to challenge my claim. I've attached my coordinates to this message. I'll be waiting." The recording clicked off, and was sent across the air waves. He tried to broadcast it to any public radio, television, streaming service, and any other mechanical thing that could pick up a transmission. After the recording played, the coordinates would transmit themselves, and the recording would repeat. Now all he could do was wait. He knew the Arcosians would hear his message too. He wanted them to. Vocado would become the face of the Saiyan Kingdom and strike fear into the hearts of the lizards who took his home. He wasn't sure how he'd survive fighting one of those changelings if they showed, but with any luck he'd pull through. He survived Vegeta, after all.
This thread is DEATH ENABLED. If you join, your character runs the risk of dying!
Vocado has claimed the role of Saiyan King! Opposition has 72 hours to join and oppose him. After that time, Vocado will succeed unimpeded.
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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Mar 8, 2018 22:22:13 GMT -6
A Crown of Rubble and Hope Xanathrozza Guar 3,500 PL
Word spreads fast on Earth, even in the middle of nowhere. The mighty prince was taking his place as king and she had yet to hear about it except now. What would this occasion be without an elite present? Especially one who has been laying low for so long. It was time for Xanathrozza to finally make her quiet entry in big event.
The Potential Queen streamed through the air, skyrocketing for the half-way decent arena made of light stones and dark wood. Xana wasn’t just excited about a mild spar, but for a chance to see someone crowned king?! A life spectacular opportunity to anyone to see! Battle, glory, maybe the royal family change? It is doubted, Vocado has proved to be quite the warrior in his time.
Xana was approaching the arena and fast. Anyone with ki sensing could tell that she stood no chance against the soon-to-be king, but the energy was flaring anyways. Seconds passed and a figure landed not too far from the stage, a black tail and cape waving alike in the wind. The woman’s short hair blew into her eyes as she stood up, making slow steps as she removed her protective cover over her arm scouter.
“Vocado! Prince of Bone-Moon and hopefully taking the title of king? Mind if I test your worthiness?” The scouter flipped to life, the light beeping of the scanning compared it’s wielder to the person it was held toward. “My, my… twenty thousand ahead! I have been slacking…” Xanathrozza opened her arms out wide as she stepped upon the area platform. “I don’t expect to win, but I’ve always wanted this fight! Go easy on me, alright?”
The Saiyan elite put one foot behind her, tilting the foot slightly as she held her left arm at a right angle in front of her, her right arm hovering above her forearm. “Or don’t, it’s all the same. Who knows, maybe I’ll achieve Zenkai?” Lady Black put on a big smirk without even batting an eye to the lower class saiyans who were beholding the first battle to come. “Now, come, prove you truly are king.”
OH SHIIIIIITTTTTT BOIS also i didn't know what to do for a good OST so I just tossed one in
Xana is challenging Vocado to a light spar!
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Post by Mal Asada on Mar 8, 2018 22:31:44 GMT -6
The Scorpion Dojo felt a familiar place to train and grow stronger. Out in the Spinach Wastes and with an open invitation from its master, Mal found herself there yet again. “Mal, Mal!” Brie floated into the Arena, flying circles around the older girl. “You got to see this. You got to!” She'd been out exploring again as Mal trained.
“What, kiddo? See what?” she asked, leaning over, sweat dripping down the side of her face. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get this damn thing down. “What’s got you all riled up?”
“There’re Saiyan afoot…” she leaned in, whispering conspiratorially. She knew Mal was looking for a connection or way back to Vegeta, and this just might be it. She’d heard tell of them here, having fled when the Fleet came calling, Mal figured she’d run into them sooner or later. Truthfully, she expected it to be a little sooner. Sure, she met one Saiyan, but he didn’t seem to like the Fleet, nor did he appear to be dedicated to Vegeta, either.
“Lead the way…” she said, and used her Ki to blast off, a trail of purple lightning in her wake of jumps, leaps and bounds, following Brie until she spotted the figures. One in particular stood out, speaking to the gathered crowd and Mal landed in the back of it, Brie at her side. He addressed the people of Earth, but she felt unique, having lived on both planets during different parts of her life.
Cameras flashed to life, recording the would be King that spoke of reclaiming his home world, uniting and regrouping and standing up to the Fleet. Striking back, that was an idea she could get behind.
Another stepped into the Arena and Mal lifted one brow curiously. A contender...at least she seemed to know she didn’t stand a chance. Mal didn’t know this Prince and he didn’t know her, but she stepped forward. From the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, she had a feeling he’d make a fine leader. Sure, she reserved the right to change that opinion later, but for now, well, she liked the guy. Had a good feeling, or whatever.
“I’ll back your play, Prince. I’d like to give those frozen lizards a kick where the sun don’t shine.”
Thread PL: 25k
Has her 8k minion with her
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Post by Guzheng on Mar 8, 2018 22:41:24 GMT -6
When Vocado had asked him for help in setting up a broadcast, Ulic had agreed without hesitation. The two had recently grown somewhat close, and Ulic was well invested in cultivating that relationship. It didn’t take much to get a hold of some off-the-truck cameras and grease a few palms at broadcasting stations in each major City. It had been his job to make sure that Vocado’s announcement was well-heard. It wouldn’t be as legitimate otherwise.
Attending the event was something Ulic wouldn’t miss. While he wasn’t himself a Saiyan and thus could not contest for the throne even if he’d wanted to, he knew he had to be there to ensure everything went smoothly. So, there he stood with Castor off on the sidelines and out of the path of the cameras. No need for the audience to see a yellow-skinned Namekian and a punk-rock Kabochan in the wings. Better that any upstarts who wanted to interfere be surprised that there was something of a security detail when they arrived.
“Betcha the prince rocks this girly live on stream,” Castor said quietly to Ulic as Xana arrived and declared her intent to fight the prince. Ulic smiled and shook his head - he couldn’t readily read the power of others, but something about Xana’s demeanor made it clear that she didn’t expect to win.
“We need to work on your betting technique,” he replied.
Ulic produced a flask from his reptile-skin jacket and took a swig, then offered it to Castor. The Kabochan declined - he’d never developed a taste for the boss’s booze, and preferred something a bit more palatable. He’d recently discovered a drink on Earth called Pabst Bao Ribbon and fallen in love with it. He wished he’d brought a case, because with any luck this was about to get good.
thread PL 20k, accompanied by 7k Minion
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Post by Synthesia on Mar 8, 2018 23:35:57 GMT -6
| A Crown of Rubble and Hope|
Synthesia was certain that this specific event was of great importance to him.
The natural child strolled through the wastes, destination clear in his mind. He was thankful that he happened to be out in the city when the announcement was made- To most, it meant nothing, but to Synthesia, it's significance was clear. So, post-haste, Synthesia traveled to the Spinach Wastes, a piece of greenery which Synthesia did not hate but was not particularly fond of. His feelings on the land, this time, though, held significance.
Synthesia noted that the Saiyan Prince had decided to hold his little 'contest' out here, away from nature and people. From what Synthesia knew of the man, it seemed in line with his personality. The cameras, the glory, all of it stared Synthesia in the face. He seemed to have arrived early- understandable. He wasn't far away to begin with, and his mobility likely outpaced that of any curious onlooker. Not that a crowd mattered to him- his actions would remain the same.
Calm, graceful steps were taken towards the fighting platform. Approaching from behind the Saiyan Prince, Synthesia let out a light laugh, perhaps unbefitting of the situation. The child then hopped up and stood alongside the Saiyan and another human who stood with him. He recognized the woman, though he couldn't put a name to a face at this moment.
His attention was then turned to the man of the hour himself. He knew this man slightly more than she knew any other Saiyan- enough to know that he wasn't like most of them, that he had the smallest piece of kindness and agreeableness in his heart. Perhaps, with a leader like that, his people would take after his example. "Prince Vocado! Y'know, I don't think that your race could have a better leader than you, mhm. I'll support you all the way!" Synthesia smiled, twirled, and plopped down into a seated position with his legs crossed. The earth had already spoken to him about the Saiyan standing before him, and he vaguely wondered if said Saiyan had any brain damage. She was vastly inferior, after all. Synthesia shrugged. He probably wouldn't understand how the folks of their race felt- best not to dwell on it.
He laid his dainty hands neatly folded in his lap, awaiting a time when he would be needed.
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Post by Vocado on Mar 9, 2018 7:33:02 GMT -6
People gathered sooner than Vocado expected, though the most intriguing thing was how few Saiyans had shown up so far. Ulic he expected, sure, but the others were a bit strange. Maybe he should have been slightly more specific in his message, though he supposed he didn't mind the words of support coming from the out-of-place onlookers.
"Synth!" Vocado smiled softly at the nature-loving thing he'd fought off a duck with. "Glad to have your support." He turned to the woman who'd shown, and nodded her way as well. "A pleasure to have another native's support. We'll make sure to give them a proper dose of their own medicine."
Soon enough, a proper challenger appeared. Across from him landed a familiar Saiyan. This was the first survivor he met when he landed so many weeks ago. It was good to know she'd kept alive all this time. "Xana," he intoned warmly, "It's a pleasure. I was a bit worried we'd never run into one another again."
Xana knew she wasn't a proper challenge it seemed, but if anything that simply made her more courageous. As she slipped into her battle stance, Vocado did the same, an excited smile pushing onto his features.
"Let's begin, then."
And then Vocado advanced.
He was quick as lightning, and perhaps even moreso to Xana's eyes. He pulled his fist back sharply, before thrusting it at Xana's stomach. It was a bit of a slow strike, and he may have taken a bit too much time on the wind-up purposefully, but if it hit she'd be more than winded. If she was able to avoid it, that'd be an excellent sign of her skill.
Vocado starts off with a simple strike! Can Xanatrhozza keep up?
KP: 3/3
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Post by Ochra on Mar 9, 2018 8:47:44 GMT -6
Thread PL: 14,056
The ancient rite of combat huh? An old saiyan tradition where the strong battled it out for the right to rule. Not to be unexpected from a warrior race like the saiyans, and even during times like this, tradition needed to be upheld for morality's sake.
Still, this really wasn't much of a coronation. The one to challenge Vacado, to 'test his worthiness', was a young woman who, quite frankly, was no match for the young noble. Hell, she didn't even expect to win the fight. As far as anyone was concerned, this was all for show. And while Ochra's family had always been advocates of peace, there was just something about this that seemed...almost insulting. Hell, the fact that they went through all this trouble made this seem more like a show rather than anything official.
This was why Ochra opted out of politics. So much grandstanding, little else. And yet here he was, helping such individuals. Then again, Ochra considered his home more important than any crown or king.
The large saiyan hybrid quietly touched down, not making his presence known as the others had. He simply watched. If Vacado started going too hard on the girl, then he would step in. Sure, Vacado was easily stronger than Ochra, but he wouldn't sit by while a girl was getting pummeled into the dirt.
"We need all the forces we can get for when the Fleet comes," he muttered to himself, "And here they are beating each other senseless over a meaningless title."
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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Mar 9, 2018 10:11:02 GMT -6
A Crown of Rubble and Hope Xanathrozza Guar 3,500 PL
Just as Xana arrived, so did a few others. Some challenges, others just to watch. Some of them weirder than others, which would prove nothing but a good challenge for Vocado when he decided to fight them. Luckily, Xana was first, which means she’d soon be on the sidelines dealing with pain, and pain lead to strength… maybe… In all truths, Xana had no idea how to “come back from the brink of death.” The line was so simple, but it made no sense. How does one nearly die?
Xana shook off her thoughts and decided to get a look at the challengers before officially stating her challenge. Time to go down the list, it seemed… First, was a human. She was sweating from head to toe and looked ready to punch a brick wall. With a biohazard symbol on her shoulder and a cotton candy headpiece, she looked a little crazy, but the Elite wouldn’t judge. She looked a bit too much like a cosplayer herself. Next to the woman was someone… who looked worthy of death. Not that she deserved it, but that it would be merciful. The small girl beside the woman was maybe 9, arm missing, one eye milk white, body as thin as paper. It was a rather dreadful sight that hurt to think too much about..
Next up was mother nature herself, or that's what it looked like. A woman with long, green hair stood out and made a nice line about his leadership. It seemed that even the people of Earth were in agreeance with his leadership. The woman wore a long robe that perked Xana’s eyes. People had some weird fashion sense on this world. At least Xana was justified, being an Saiyan Warrior and what not. This woman looked ready to run into the forest and sing songs of love. Xana let out a chuckle and turned away from her. Now was not the time to be flaunting over beautiful women. Lastly, there was a Saiyan… Or, it had looked like one. She only catched a slight glimpse before she had to return her mind to the person before her. The self-proclaiming king.
Xana had heard stories of her great, great grandfather, often known as the fastest super saiyan alive, that was, for those who knew him. His legend was small and was over showered with things people could actually confirm, like the battle of Zucceta against herself. While her ancestor was incredible fast, Xanathrozza, sadly, had not inherited that speed, or not enough of it. Luckily, those genes transferred into other things, like hearing and sight. How was that going to help her in the upcoming fist heading straight for her? It wouldn’t, but it’d give her just enough reaction time to-
There was a harsh thud and the sounds of boots against stone, a rather harsh sound. The blow had landed, but not how it intended. The elite was holding her arms in an X shape in order to block the attack, just barely managing to catch it. “W-woah, I knew you were fast, but I didn’t expect that! Luck me that I caught that!” The future queen moved her arms down and examined. If an attack like that had hit her body, she probably would have been knocked down for a good while. “Lucky me…” she repeated in a whisper, eyes trailing back up.
“I guess it’s my turn, huh? I guess for the sake of you, I shouldn’t start small.” The elite held her arms to her side and let her aura shine, even if it was weak compared to everyone else. “Feel free to kick my ass” The Lady in Black shot forward with a burst of speed. Even if it was slow for Vocado, she wanted to try. Saiyan spirit doesn’t die. Xana made a outward kick for the prince’s waist, then a made a recovery to throw a fist at his cheek. Whether either move was successful, retreat would be hastened, making one large jump back the the corner of the arena.
Mal Asada Gunna get my ass kicked but I'm gunna get it kicked in STYLE |
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Post by Mal Asada on Mar 9, 2018 10:44:47 GMT -6
A lot more people showed up and while Mal might have asked to fight Vocado, to see if he were a leader worth following, she would glean just as much from watching him spar with his inferior. How he treated this fight with the overeager Saiyan warrior would speak volumes. Her scouter picked up yet more arrivals, some surprisingly strong, nearly as strong as the prince or even herself. Did any of them want the crown? Like that silent one hiding in the back, watching? What did he have in all of this? For Mal, it was a chance to go home. Sure, she was here on Earth before the blockade began, but when she tried to go back, it kept her here. One corner of her mouth turned upward, almost a smile, the scar running through that side of her cheek and lip warping it just a little. She recognized at least one person here, although she couldn’t remember their name for the life of her. Give Mal a face and she can tell you all about the last time she saw them, except for the name that went with it, that took a bit more repetition most days. But the plant guy showed up and he, like her, had grown since their last encounter. They’d been in a cave buried within a mountain, she knew why she came to such a place as these wastes, maybe she’d get a chance to ask him later. Maybe. At least he seemed to be on this guy’s side, too. They may have not always seen eye to eye in that cave, but seeing someone she knew vouch for this guy made her feel better about her own decision. Synth, the Prince called him. Synthesia, as Mal recalled, the guy wanted to be called Syn at the time and Mal refused on the principle of the matter. He seemed like too nice a guy to be called Sin. When he nodded toward her, she nodded back, thinking about the term Native. Yeah, she’d been born here and lived most of her life here, but also other places, too. During her brief stay as a resident on Vegeta, Mal mostly stuck to herself and lived under a false name, out in the middle of nowhere with no one to bother her. As he turned to his would-be opponent and greeted her with familiarity, Mal felt better about that, too. Would anyone actually step forward and challenge him? A real challenge? And then Vocado was on the other Saiyan with a punch that didn’t look pulled, then again, he hadn’t put too much into it in terms of energy. Perhaps he was reserving it in case a real threat did emerge. While she was grateful for Sashouka’s friendship and tutelage, she didn’t agree with his stance on not getting involved. Never picking a side or having anything to fight for, never standing up for those whose needs were greater than your own, Mal didn’t get that. There was a line drawn in the sand and you could walk it like a tightrope, balancing all your life and never fall off the edge - you’d never figure out yourself, either, or go on any adventures. Life was supposed to be passionate and grand, exciting and full of trials and successes and failures. Living it in the safe zone sounded so drab and boring. No, there was a line in the sand and Mal planted herself firmly on this side of it. And Xana got up, surging forward to throw her own punches, and that was something Mal could respect. Brie floated a bit higher to see better over the crowd, her shorter height one of the few real hindrances her new state of being afforded her. If anyone looked close enough they might notice her form blur around the edges when she got distracted, but other than that, she looked like a kid who had it hard during life. Mal intended to fix some of the hurt dealt her way if she got the chance and having allies might help with that, or not. And then Brie spotted a familiar figure and flew over to Castor. “ Hey! Did you ever find what you were looking for?” Guzheng |
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Post by Guzheng on Mar 9, 2018 22:32:58 GMT -6
Ulic watched as the fight began. Vocado started quickly and decisively, but without brutality. A calculated move, for sure - a king intent on ruling through pure might, an iron fist, and the fear of his people would have opened with something far stronger. Something potentially more lethal to the weaker Saiyan. Vocado instead left her with the chance to answer his assault. This showed him as a leader with compassion, one who wanted to celebrate his people and elevate them alongside himself. Ulic had done this sort of thing himself with his Family - showing your own strength only goes so far. You have to show your people their strengths. Only then will they love you - only then will they die for you.
Castor, on the other hand, missed out on the subtext and instead was just pleased to see the fighting start. He was hoping it wouldn’t be an immediate knockout - those fights were boring and those fighters often had short careers as they developed some really shitty attitudes. One day you make an opponent tap out in under 14 seconds with your patented Salted Caramel Armbar, the next you think you can beat a Championship Boxer with some sloppy punches and bad fundamentals.
“Oh, hey kid,” Castor said as Brie approached him, “Uhhhhhh yeah turns out that bigass engine was just what the boss wanted. But hey, I’m actually workin’ at the moment so I gotta pay attention. Maybe we can grab an ice cream later. Do the corporeally challenged like ice cream? Is frozen dairy a satisfactory treat for ghost children?”
Ulic elbowed Castor, nudging him out of his line of inquiry - the Kabochan could spend hours just asking the same question with different phrasings if it caught his attention. The Namekian looked at Brie and smiled, winking at her.
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Post by Ghost Banzo on Mar 11, 2018 4:19:16 GMT -6
Thread PL: 24,160
From over the horizon, the muscular form of Banzo appeared, descending towards the rough arena that had been constructed. He was carrying a sack that clinked gently as he flew, and as he came down, he waved to the various people he noticed. Mal, Ochra, and Vocado were all present, as were a few other powerful people. A Namekian he didn't recognize, an odd green-haired individual, and a much weaker Saiyan that was currently sparring with Vocado.
Bit of a mockery, if he was honest. There was no way that she was gonna beat Vocado. Hell, he was barely tied with the prince, or soon to be king as it was. "Oi, Vocado! I wanna fight the winner. Let's see how far ye can go... King." He bowed, without a hint of mockery. He might be strong, but Vocado had seemed like more of a leader to him. Besides, he wasn't much of an ambitious bloke. So, he'd fight him, but well... that was more because he wanted to fight the other Saiyan. He considered trying out Oozaru, but that seemed a bit unfair, especially if the prince couldn't control it.
Nah, simple fist to fist combat would be find.
He landed next to the Namekian and the guy next to him, and rummaged around in the bag. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey, bit the cap off, and took a swig. Raising an eyebrow, he gestured to the open bag now next to Castor. It contained a few different types of alchohol, including some surprisingly nice whiskey, vodka and rum, various beers including some Pabst Bao Ribbon, and a few ciders. It seemed that Banzo had been shopping before this. "Feel free ta take some, I got plenty." He took another swig, and settled down to watch the match while he waited for his turn.
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Post by Vocado on Mar 11, 2018 6:47:13 GMT -6
A delighted smile washed over Vocado as he felt his strike land. He had hoped beyond hope that she'd be quick enough to respond, and sure enough she was. Though her power was low, she held all the necessary reflexes a fighter needed. Earlier this year, he might have been hard-pressed to defeat her. Now though, he was simply testing the waters; poking and prodding at her limits until she revealed her full might. "Well done," he complimented sincerely as his fist pulled back. "You've got skill."Now it was time for Xana to show off her offense. Playfully implying her assured loss, she hopped into action, Ki flaring like a beacon of her might. His scouter blipped out a reading on its own as he watched her movements. Though he hadn't checked before, he was frankly surprised by her tenacity with how low her battle point read out. Three thousand wasn't much for an elite, after all. Xana's attack played out quick, starting with a kick to Vocado's gut, which the Prince easily side-stepped. Not letting herself be caught off-guard, she turned on a dime and flung her fist for Vocado's face. He brought his arm up quickly, parrying the punch with a dexterous swipe. Before he could counter-attack, Xana bounced away, much to the Prince's amusement. She was squirrely for sure. It'd make this fight hard-won if anything. Briefly turning away from the Lady In Black, Vocado nodded towards Banzo, acknowledging his request. His battle power seemed to match Vocado's own, though in all honesty the Prince wasn't worried. No matter the victor, the Saiyan Kingdom would emerge with a fierce King. He returned his focus to Xana, and immediately went on the offensive. The Prince sprinted across the arena, arms tucked close to his chest as he homed in on his target. Once he reached her, he'd begin with another slow strike -- this time a kick-- before letting loose a barrage of quick and ferocious punches. They were precise and filled with intent, aimed to out-think her defensive strategy rather than out-power. He was still holding back, of course, but Xana would find it much more challenging to avoid this combination.
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Pepper
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PL: 17,321
Fledgling Lord (x2P); Lord of Imps (x4P)
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Post by Pepper on Mar 11, 2018 17:46:37 GMT -6
Thread PL: 17,321 // Current PL: 34,642 "Fuckin' made it, aces!" Pepper spoke with a smirk, rather tired from flying all the way from the North to the East. Literal minutes ago, Pepper was back home until he had gotten some odd broadcast interrupting his amazing anime show. It was some dumb saiyan, repeating the same drivel every other saiyan was vomiting out of their mouths ever since coming to Earth... EXCEPT NOW THEY INVADED THEIR TELEVISIONS! Almost on the verge of the throwing his TV out the window, he stopped as it seemed this Saiyan wanted to share something. Attention was fully captivated just on the name, or rather the title, of this person. Prince Vocado. Listening intently, Pepper went to putting on clothing as he started talking about a Thunderdome-esque challenge arena. Throwing on his white T-shirt with a pair of black hoof prints in the middle of em, a red jacket, and a pair of black pants, Pepper noted to coordinates of this challenge. Popping them into his phone, Pepper opened his window and blasted out, not wanting to miss such an event.
Now arriving, Pepper landed in the arena, taking a seat with a very cocky grin on his face. Having arrived during what seemed to be a very one-sided fight between the Prince and a commoner woman, Pepper couldn't help but shout, "C'mon, kick her ass!" Chuckling a little as he was enjoying the fights going on, he let his eyes wander across the current crowd. There were many others of various shapes and sizes. Mostly all humanoids, assuming at least over half of them were saiyans, but there was a Namekian in the crowd which interested Pepper. But once his eyes drifted across a certain bearded saiyan, what enjoyment he had turned into a look of disdain directed specifically towards Banzo.
"What's a coward like that peesa trash doing here?" Pepper mused aloud, not caring for any who heard. The young lord was not really here to fight, as he just came in hopes of creating relations with this prince. It's elementary for future rulers to meet and try to make good terms with one another, but seeing beardzo here was such a huge annoyance to the furred demon. |
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Post by Ochra on Mar 12, 2018 5:13:14 GMT -6
It seemed the crowd was still coming in to see the 'fight'. Ochra knew that the rite of combat was a public event, but somehow this all bothered Ochra to a massive degree. This was becoming more of a spectator sport, rather than a ritual to determine who would win the crown. Hell, even the girl who had challenged the prince never expected to win, giving him the go ahead to simply beat the hell out of her. The fact that Banzo turned up and was now asking to challenge the winner, again, like this was simply a game. Ochra had abandoned this life, so why the hell was he getting so offended by all of this?
He glanced over at the cameras broadcasting the event. Did Vacado have any idea how risky this all was? If the Fleet caught wind of this, it would only encourage them to invade the Earth sooner. They should be training in order to stop it, not dicking around with pointless crowns.
as he watched the 'fight', Ochra's eyes narrowed as something became clearly apparent. Vacado was easily stronger than the woman. He could end this right here and then. Instead, he was purposely holding back. What was there to gain out of this? the only way she had a hope of winning was if Vacado literally threw himself out of the ring. It seemed even the prince wasn't taking this rite of combat seriously.
With his arms crossed, Ochra approached the ring, his sharp eyes looking at the two 'combatants' in front of him. If the royals of Vegeta didn't take things like this seriously, then it was no wonder that the Fleet had been able to invade them. "Are we going to keep up this charade, or are you going to end it already?" Ochra called out, his voice sharp as he directed it at the prince, "Or does the crown mean that little to you after all?"
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Post by Xanathrozza Guar on Mar 12, 2018 9:52:24 GMT -6
A Crown of Rubble and Hope Xanathrozza Guar 3,500 PL
She had been told many times that if you were up against an unstoppable opponent, life would move slow before your inevitable defeat. Everything would go slow and you could see just how precise your final blow was. That was how Xana was feeling, despite knowing the King would not kill her. As she rushed forward and, what do you know? Missed. But not only did she miss, when she brought her leg round, he just stepped aside. The Saiyan couldn’t help be flustered in embarrassment, her cheeks turning red being so easily avoided.
Next, she threw her punch and that was when everything began to slow. Vocado responded to the fist by holding his hand up. The Elite’s jaw dropped as he saw his prideful eyes. They were filled so much power that she started to regret this fight. As the Queen retreated to her division of the state, she tried to wrap herself up and put on a smile again. After all, there was no other place she’d rather be than right here, right now.
Xana put up her stance again, eyeing the King To Be. No doubt he’d go for an attack again, but would he follow the same pattern he did before? Vocado ran at her, taking a strange chest as he took full speed. His initial attack was a kick, a clone of his previous attack, so she caught on easily with a dodge, a nice little hop out of the way just in time. What she didn’t expect was the punch that hit her directly in the collar bone that lead to a display of pure… sadness.
The first punch knocked the potential Queen off balance, which was enough to leave her open for a painful barrage. Her jaw, her chest, her stomach, shoulders, cheek, waist. Each one dished out carefully not to hurt too much, but they still left quite the sting. When the fury ended, the Lady In Black stumbled back and rubbed her arm, looking down at the ground. The short hair on her head covered her face. The only thing left visible was a cold scold on her lips.
“Good job…” She muttered, her knees buckling and pressing together. “I’d say you’ve proven yourself to me… You always have been worthy of that thrown…” Xana fell to her knees and started to take slow breaths, looking up at Vocado with bright green eyes and a growing smile. “Promise me that we’ll fight again.” The Elite took another big gulp of air before standing up. “I’ll train hard, back to the amount of strength I had on Vegeta!” Xana set her hands by her side with fists out, like she was getting ready to charge up an attack.
“But for now, I’ll try my hardest to beat you, even if you are this strong!” As her aura shot up again, she hear lines to just end the fight right there. They were, of course, directed towards Vocado, which made Xana sick. Were people always this disrespectful of a fight, or were only purebred Saiyans the only ones that knew of honor and pride? They were correct, though, this fight was simply a display that Xana was forcing out of the Saiyan in attempt to make the world see what they’re dealing with.
Xana took her fighting stance once more, ignoring her aching body. “I want one more shot! Let’s go!” Xana’s face went from a smile to a dead serious stare, a gaze that pierced through Vocado himself as her focus raised with her aura. With a grunted yell, the woman took flight, sky rocketing to the side of Vocado where she unleashed a fury of kicks aimed all around his body. To follow it up, she grabbed the man’s armor and used it to sling herself to the other side of Vocado while potentially giving him a shove. As the shoved off, she sent herself flying in the air, about 30 feet before shooting herself down at Vocado in another kick. If it failed to hit, she’d roll to recover, but upon success, she’d make a simple retreat before holding a fist up, an aura appearing around it. The aura was like a white flame with rainbow tips, morphing into new colors with every passing second.
“This is something I’ve been working on. It won’t surprise me if it fails but I’m working on it.” The Lady In Black held her palm to the sky while channelling a small amount of energy into it. The Elite took a deep breath, taking a step forward as she held her hands together, leaving little space. “Unity…” A ball of ki appeared in her hands, the colors of an unsaturated rainbow. As the ball took form, the threw it forward, a weak beam of energy heading straight for Vocado. "BURST!" One might expect that that would have been all from the woman, but those people didn’t know Xana well enough.
As the beam travelled, Xana set her arms aside and took flight once more, doing a flip as a longbow made of pure light appeared in her hands. Lady Black pulled back on an invisible string, the bow bending back in coordination to follow her movements. As the transparent string was brought all the way back, an arrow of pure light spawned from nowhere, a small amount of power within it. “Try this!” And with that, The arrow was released, aiming right for Vocado. Most certainly he’d dodge it or try to counterattack, but tanking it didn’t seem like his character, but one may be surprised.
Vocado Mal AsadaEnd me
Xana isn't giving up!
Xana opens up with a barrage!
Unity Burst is flavored powerful ki blast
Harsh Symphony - 66% - 2310 PL |
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Xanathrozza Guar
Synthesia - Pride Trooper
