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Post by Mist on May 21, 2018 16:56:16 GMT -6
Destruction was the most evident feature of the once beautiful Satan City. Earlier in the day, a strange goat creature had arrived in the middle of the urban society - with her came a series of destructive attacks that shook the city and its population to the core. Heroes and Villains from across the globe had come to gather either in hopes of dispelling the wicked being and ceasing the destruction plaguing the citizens or to come to the aide and add to the destruction. Across the district, now being flung through buildings and skyscrappers in a mad effort to defend oneself, two figures would dance across the darkened sky, both locked in a waltz of death and mayhem.
The two figures couldn't look worlds apart. The first, the more humanoid of the two, was pushing the other backwards with a flurry of attacks. Spiked hair waving through the air, this figure with his gargantuan size in comparison would seem the aggressor in this situation. His powerful frame pushing the tiny, child like figure backwards in a defensive posture. Intensity was palpable as sparks of energy would ricochet down to the ground below; the earth was torn asunder by the impacts of such powerful beings. With one final thrust, the blue creature seemed to of had enough and worked swiftly to turn the tide as his diminutive frame dissipated into an illusion state before re-appearing just feet away; the intense lock disengaged.
Floating at 3'5, Mistroma had no issues seeming less a threat than he truly was - but this humanoid, this...Saiyan was unlike any he'd faced before. His black monk garbs seemed a bit dusty after being thrust-ed through some buildings to this new locale just a mile from the city limits, a large billboard with an ugly human face sprawled out the words "Satan City" for all to see. It seemed whomever had founded this town must've been a narcissist of some level. Nevertheless, the tiny creature chuckled before righting his fighting stance once more flipping upside down. The saiyan's words had not fallen on deaf ears - but his declaration of violence caused the imp to find jovial sense in his utterance.
"I'm sorry, but that was too corny. "just saying that makes me want to take you down even more"...come now my dear friend. Must we devolve into our baser instincts? Can we not enjoy the thrill that comes with all of this carnage?" The blue skinned creature's eyes closed as he inhaled intensely as if coming off of a high. "Smoke, death...its all one smell to me. Like tulips after a spring rain, the destruction of this city and the wounding of its inhabitants are only a portion of the nightmares this world has seen...and yet...you stand here defiant of the way of life as if peace was known. Just how long was I imprisoned I wonder?"
In his reverie, the flaming black shadows burst into life once more, encasing the creature in a strange ecliptic light. Violet and Ebon would rise from his skin, seeping out like smoke from a burning building. From his palms, white black flames would come to life causing a bright glimmer through the shade of the darkened skies. Spreading his arms out to either side Mistroma motioned for his adversary to approach once more, taking no physical action against the other. He wanted to embrace all the pain and torment that would come from this cities peril, and to do so he'd need an appetizer satisfying enough to be considered an entree`. Mistroma...was ready.
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Post by Ochra on May 22, 2018 11:49:28 GMT -6
Ochra's eyes narrowed as he eyed the little demon in front of him. His last assault had been more to gauge the little girl's speed and reaction time, and it showed that he was no slouch in combat. However, the demon's words about destruction, and his glee at the fighting did not bode well with the saiyan. Mocking his words, talking about base instincts, and going on as if destruction and pain were the ideal of the world. He spoke of being imprisoned, and wondered how long he had been out of the universe. It seemed this thing was a lot older than he let on. "Not long enough I would say," Ochra replied, his tone sharp as he looked at the animalistic man before him, "You speak of baser instincts, yet you seem to exist only to destroy. To revel in destruction for no reason other than your own enjoyment. You're nothing more than an animal that has no place in this universe." He wasn't going to rise to the bait that this monster was giving to him. Unlike him, he didn't fight simply for the sake of fighting. He had a reason behind the fighting. To protect, to rid the world of criminal and monstrous scum like him. Nothing basic about it. Ochra brought a hand up, and began to fire ki blast after ki blast towards Mist, making no move to get in close. He wasn't going to be fooled. He didn't doubt that he had something planned to counter him if he tried. Instead, he would see how he would react to a long range attack, wait and see what he would do in response. Ochra knew he would have to be careful. This being, in his current state, came close to matching Ochra in strength. He would wait for an opportunity to do some real damage to him. In the meantime, he could keep him occupied, so he doesn't turn his disastrous gaze on the rest of the city. MistThread PL: 18,805
Basic ki blasts.
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Post by Mist on May 25, 2018 10:41:46 GMT -6
It seemed he must've twerked a nerve as the dark haired fighter spat his disgust with evident disdain. His disliking of the imp's desire to live amid destruction and darkness was natural for humanoids on this planet, so it wasn't uncommon for such a reaction. He was however, surprised at the level of control the primitive seemed to have over his own internalized energy. As the projectiles of power threatened to overtake the imp, the creature from another world exploded into action. His tiny arms and feet flailed about in rapid succession as burning white energy slapped aside opposite power - knocking the energy blasts aside in a purely defensive manner. Battle cries escaping his pressed lips, the white haired alien continued to knock aside attacks until an opening arose. Feral eyes narrowing, the tiny creature - upon the incoming strike of one final blast - would weave through the final strike and burst at full speed towards his enemy.
Ochra, hand upraised firing energy, would be the unfortunate victim of his own choosing. Illusion lines would follow his approach as the full speed rush would bring him within five feet of the Saiyan, a distance chosen on purpose for his next set of actions. The white flames encasing his hands and feet intensified brightly as he exploded into physical blows - each strike threatening to release virulent energy cascading over the enemies physical form like flame to gas. It was a hailstorm of white intense strikes and through it all, the tiny creature maintained his composure and the ever present grin on his lips. Even upside down, it was be apparent that he was enjoying this.
"Oh silly primitive, you still don't get it do you? Wallowing in destruction for my own enjoyment? My existence is merely to destroy? Possibly...but through destruction comes rebirth and from rebirth - life starts anew..."
Faster and faster his fist and feet moved, each encased in energy that threatened to overtake his opponent. "Can you truly look around you right here...right now...and tell me the Earth is better off as it is? Ludicrous! These primitive weaklings would be much stronger on a world full of turmoil and strife. They'd grow into warriors, fighters, survivors...now they're just users. Insects waiting to be told what to do by their great leaders. It makes me sick." spitting his last words out in disgust, the tiny creature would disengage and float backwards a few feet - unsure if any of his many attacks had landed.
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Post by Ochra on May 30, 2018 10:17:03 GMT -6
So, it seemed that this little gremlin preferred to get up close and personal when he fought, as shown when he suddenly shot towards him closing in the gap between them, flames forming on his fists as he swung blow after blow at Ochra. The saiyan hybrid brought his arms up, ducking and moving to avoid and deflect any punch thrown at him. The little gremlin was fast. Some of the blows got through, striking and grazing him. Ochra grunted, but kept up his guard, weathering the storm of blows against the pint-sized little demon.
But the strikes weren't the main thing Ochra was focusing on. Rather, he was focusing on his words. His insults towards him, calling him primitive, while going on about the virtues of destruction. Ochra could see some logic in that. From the ashes of the old, new things arose. But was that any justification for this senseless destruction? And would the new be any better than the old? If this little gremlin was any indication, nothing good could come from it. But it was his last statement, as he pulled back, that really cemented his opinion on this warmonger.
as his assault ended, Ochra was still standing. His golden eyes were glaring daggers at the being before him. "You call me primitive, yet you seem to have a pretty simplistic view of the world..."
Ochra suddenly shot forward, throwing blow after blow at the smaller fighter. He wasn't going to give him a chance to rest, a chance to recover. "Warriors, survivors, is that all you think are deserving of existence? You think strength is all that matters? If you think these humans are weak, than you grossly underestimate Earth. This world has survived countless disasters, these people, as 'weak' as you may see them as, have done more than you could ever imagine!"
Ochra suddenly ducked to the side, drawing his fist back. Ki formed around his fist, a small ball of destructive energy.
"Because there's more to life, more to existence, than just to survive!"
He swung his fist, aiming to catch his enemy straight on his side, hoping to use the momentum of the attack to throw him back.
Mega Impact [N!] used. 6,205 PL coming at mist's side.
KP: 2/3
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Post by Mist on Jun 1, 2018 16:15:15 GMT -6
The Saiyan was quick witted as his response to such harsh words was very well managed and delivered. A factor that his race was not known for. Still, Regardless of how angry he may of seemed to take his words, Mistroma realized that the warrior before him was no slouch as each of his mighty physical blows - the ones imbued with energy - missed their mark my mere inches allowing the other to persevere with little to no damage. Sharp fangs grit tightly together as he sensed the the Saiyan's counter-assault incoming. Punches came swooping in with practiced precision, taking nearly everything he had to narrowly avoid the full brunt of the assault. Lines of blood would drip down his cheeks as grazes opened up wounds, causing the alert senses of the Necruin to scream alerts in his mind even before the energy began to gather into a small sphere around the fist.
As the powerful attack swung towards his side, the visage of the figure would dissipate from tangibility causing an after-image in his wake. Lines would gather before the physical form of Mistroma once again came into existence. A large gash had been ripped from the garb he adorned, making it very apparent that the tiny figure only barely managed to avoid the potent attack his adversary had brought to bare. Panting, beads of sweat had begun to form as perspiration became evident to the stress the Saiyan was placing him under. Gritting sharp fangs together, the figure attempted to buy more time as he called out to the other whom seemed to spit on his ideals and world view. The tone was evident that annoyance was beginning to set in.
"To call my view simplistic means you cannot see the bigger picture. Look around you! You claim I only see that Warriors and Survivors to be worthy of existence, but yet I challenge you. Show me a world where the strong do not survive and the weak prosper in spite of it. It's not that I believe these humans weak young man, I simply see their primitive machinations for what they are. Futile attempts to shake a fist at an unknown god or transcendental entity in defiance of the circle of death. You can sit here and judge me? You don't even know what I've been through!"
once again dark energy seeped from every pore as malevolent violet and black flames erupted around his tiny form. No longer wishing to play with the young man any further, the Necruin's body would begin to bulge in a sickening way. First, his left arm would bulk up dramatically, extending its reach and making for a horrific showing. Next, came the legs; both appendages would surge with power before bulking up to such a degree that the three individual ligaments seemed to cause his short body to become lost in muscle. It righted itself however as swiftly the rest of his body would catch up to its transformative state and finalize the form.
Now - Standing before the Saiyan as a Goliath of a creature (Standing at 7'0"), Mistroma exhaled a small demonic sounded growl before glaring golden glowing eyes at the saiyan before him. He didnt' make any sudden movements to attack, however his very stance indicated something had changed and that it wasn't good. Seemingly standing there open to attack, Mistroma Dar'kon would wait as his bodies power slowly balanced itself into the true state of his form. While he may seemed to of looked different, this was unfortunately just a visual change as his true power had been released already earlier in the bout.
Current PL: 18,000 KP 2/3 (Used 1 for After-Image) Choose to do nothing to replenish KP
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Post by Ochra on Jun 5, 2018 4:32:56 GMT -6
Ochra's eyes narrowed as his attack missed, though only just narrowly. Though he should have expected such a thing, it still irritated him that he hadn't landed a truly decisive blow yet. Granted, to be fair, he had yet to do the same to him, so they were at least on even ground. But the fighting was still going on around them. Ochra did not have time to indulge this little cretin in his lust for violence and destruction. He needed to finish this and move on. There were people trying to conquer this city after all.
And then he just had to open his mouth again, defending his views, before stating that he saw humanity's efforts as futile and pointless, and straight after saying he didn't think humanity was weak. How contradictory could one get? Then throwing up some rubbish about him, 'not knowing what he had been through'. Ochra had seen that sort of sentiment before. Numerous criminals justifying their actions by that line. Like what they had gone through made their horrific actions ok. And it was a load of garbage. Ochra had been through plenty, yet here he was, still choosing to defend the weak and innocent. He watched quietly, his gaze hard as the Mist's form changed, growing larger, more demonic. But he could tell that his power remained unchanged.
"You're right," Ochra replied, his voice calm, "I don't know what you've been through. And to be honest, I don't care. Because in the end, what you've been through doesn't matter, not when it compares to what you choose to do. You see humanity's efforts as futile. But what I see is them as going through a peaceful existence in a hostile universe. Advancing at their own pace. Not caring about any unseen god or fighting death, make slowly but surely working to be the best that they can be."
"You say they need destruction in order to grow. But I think that hold as much weight as your current form. A lie to justify you're existence!" Ochra shot towards him. By making himself bigger, all he did was make himself a bigger target. He would have been better off staying smaller. Ochra threw a flurry of fists and kicks, aimed at the core of the large monster's body.
No Techs used. +1 KP
KP 3/3
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Post by Mist on Jun 5, 2018 14:08:21 GMT -6
The warrior had taken his bait, hook line and sinker. The surge in muscle mass was more than just an aesthetic change, nary a moment into his new form and the other seemed to consider his position as extinguishable; more foolish options had been made in the pursuit of more important causes. The rush that followed his words of course was expected, planned for even. Soon the other would find something far more sinister about his foe than he could imagine. As it stood, all was going according to plan, and as Mistroma braced his body and readied himself for the multiple impacts to come.
Fists and feet would fly with rapid abandon, each strike aiming for the torso – the widest portion of his body – to ensure guaranteed impact and hits. With speed that seemed unnatural for his much larger form, Dar’kon would meet each blow with a responding fist or kick – each strike knocking or deflecting the attacks harmlessly aside (however, he did not wish to bring attention to the sting each impact caused). The two fighters locked in a deadly dance of martial prowess, and to the spectators/civilians below running for their lives the sight above them would look like something out of a science fiction movie. The twin warriors would vanish from sight, only to reappear again in a different location not far from the initial point.
The spectacle would be amazing to the normal passerby, but with all the chaos ensuing in the streets around them, it seemed unlikely that any native of the city would be paying any mind to that which did not pertain to survival. As the two warriors persisted in their battle, one combination of blows from Ochra managed to surprise the Necruin whom – even with all his effort – couldn’t keep up with every ounce of speed the other had…though, it was close. The powerful combination of blows sent Dar’kon flying backwards in a heap – his back slamming hard against a skyscraper causing the pillar like structure to weaken and its dome style housing at the top to snap off the obelisk of stone and towards the run-a-way pedestrians. Gazing across the battlefield, Mistroma began to laugh ferally at the man before him.
Without warning, the same black and violet flames that erupted around his form earlier, once again became tangible. The pulsating force of energy radiating outward in arcs would cause gravity around them to seem distorted as rubble began to rise up all around them by some unseen power. The feral nature of his glare seemed to illuminate as the Necruin thrust both of his hands forward, palm facing the Saiyan, and released his mightiest attack with a howl;
“You want to defend them? Then share their fate, in the darkness!!! SHADOW ECLIPSE!!”
From the forward thrusting action of his hands, the gargantuan creature released a potent blast of power. The black and violet wave of energy would close the distance between them in record time, its vibrating intensity causing a distortion of undulating air to encapsulate his large form – causing his appearance to distort and seem “wavy” thanks to the sheer heat and intensity of the attack.
Technique Used: Shadow Eclipse 11,800 Damage. KP Used 3, KP Remaining: 0/3
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Post by Ochra on Jun 6, 2018 10:21:46 GMT -6
Ochra wasn't surprised that even though he was bigger, his opponent was still quickly. After all, the Oozaru were capable of moving at shocking speeds, despite their tremendous size. As such, he wasn't put off by the fact that he was matching him blow for blow. Ochra continued to put on the pressure though. As long as he was on the offensive, than his opponent was on the defensive. And sooner or later, something would slip through.
And he was right. A combination of blows managed to slip through his defense, striking his full in the abdomen and sending him flying back into a building. The building buckled, glass shattering, but ultimately remained strong. Ochra wouldn't let his guard down now. He knew that attack wouldn't be enough to stop him. He could still feel his energy going strong, even after his attacks had hit. He was proven right when dark flames surrounded him, feral laughter erupting from him as energy formed in his hands.
Then came the attack. A wave of darkness shooting towards him with tremendous speed. Ochra braced himself as the attack closed in on him.
The dark energy tore through the area, before finally slamming into a building. With a thunderous blast, shrapnel and debris flew everywhere. The building ground as a chunk of it collapsed inward, the rest of the building swaying, barely keeping itself upright. Thank goodness nobody was inside the building, or plenty of people would have been killed by the blast. As such, some of the civilians who had been too close to the blast, had been thrown to the ground by the flying debris. Several injured, but thankfully no fatalities.
But where was Ochra? There was no sign of the saiyan. No body or anything.
"This is the result of a world of destruction? Disappointing."
20 feet in the air, Ochra floated above the battlefield, having moved faster than people could see to avoid the attack. His golden eyes glared down balefully at the demon below. For all his boasting about his philosophy, his big attack had ultimately been for naught. Ochra suddenly shot down towards him like a bullet. "My turn beast!" he roared as energy formed around his fist, this time much stronger than before. He quickly closed in on Mist, swinging his fist right at his feral face.
"Giga Impact!"
Afterimage [SU1] used to avoid the attack.
Giga Impact [UP2] used. 12,411 PL aimed right at Mist's smug face.
KP: 0/3
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Post by Mist on Jun 6, 2018 17:03:51 GMT -6
Eyes widening in shock, the Necruin's jaw was slid sideways as the powerful impact of the attack sent him flying down to the concrete below. Cracking into the cement, ripping a path out of the ground as he slid with the impact, Mistroma would lie there seemingly unconscious. The powerful impact of the warrior's energy infused punch had caused some serious damage. It was inconceivable for the older warrior to believe; as he lay in the dream-state of unconsciousness, Blood began to trickle from both his aghast - and likely broken - jaw, as well as his nose. The potent punch and its intended impact point had been critical - and while Mistroma had more than enough power to keep going, this punch had done such tremendous internal damage.
The brief respite was short lived as feral eyes fluttered open once more and the large fighter once again gathered his weight beneath him to stand defiantly against the fighter in the sky. Panting heavily, the creature would simply stare daggers at the one who had harmed him. This was far outside his calculated projections! Warriors on the Planet Earth shouldn't be this strong! It seemed to him, the Saiyan hadn't been blustering with hot air. A curious outcome with an even more curious development. It seemed as if the many years that had separated him from the every-day world had caused humanity and earth's other inhabitants to gain powers far outside of his own world's mightiest warriors, then he was indeed in a dangerous position.
In his own hubris, the Monk of Necruo had underestimated those upon this planet far too much. It was justifiable that he would of course end up eating a majority of his words. His left hand started to tremble, a feeling he'd not encountered since a boy overtook him as he stared at the warrior in the sky. Fear. Like a cold hand grasping tightly around his throat, Mistroma was suddenly very aware of his impending mortality and - because he wasn't complete - was afraid that dying in a place like this would interfere with his cultures unique connection with Death and the Afterlife. He refused to believe this to be the end! With a mighty roar, the black flames of power once more encapsulated his figure causing the debris around him to rise into the air.
Without another sound, the Monk would stare at the Saiyan and Wait.
Giga Impact succesful, Mistroma has taken 60%+ damage. Currently winded and wounded, the fighter does nothing.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Ochra on Jun 7, 2018 4:58:12 GMT -6
This time, Ochra's attack connected, and with a great degree of effectiveness, as the monk was sent rocketing into the ground, clearly damaged by the attack. However, it didn't seem to be enough to bring the destroyer down just yet, as Ochra watched him get back onto his feet. Ochra quietly put some distance between the two of them, expecting some sort of counter attack from his opponent. instead, he saw something else. A look in his eyes that Ochra had seen numerous times on criminals who realized just what they had gotten into.
Fear.
His gaze hardened as he watched the Mist let out a defiant roar, flaring his power. "What's wrong?" he said, his voice sharp, "You seem to have gone oddly quiet. Starting to rethink things?"
Ochra suddenly shot forward. He was not going to give this monster a chance to regroup. Punches and kicks went flying, aiming to inflict more damage on the monk in front of him. He wasn't aiming at any particular targets, just trying to inflict hits wherever he could. He just needed to keep the pressure on against his opponent. Ochra needed to regather his energy after that powerful blow, but that doesn't mean he was going to stand around and no nothing.
No tech used this post +1 KP
KP: 1/3
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Post by Mist on Jun 12, 2018 9:38:34 GMT -6
The other warrior admonished his nature with a cocky tone. Arrogance was a nature of the Saiyan race that seemed hundreds of years of evolution couldn’t fix, and it was in this tone that such revealed itself to the world. While the mighty impact had been quite substantial – internal injuries more severe than his standing form gave indication of – it had not been enough to down the strange Monk of Necruo. With a battlecry to shake the foundation, the Saiyan exploded forward in a show of speed, threatening to overtake him in record time. With little warning, the Necruin mounted a pitiful defense bringing his arms and legs to bare against each impact.
Battle-Fatigue had begun to wrack his bones with exhaustion, a causality of such a tremendous blow causing such astronomical damage. Still, his body was slowly catching up to itself with each passing moment, evident in how his tempo began to increase in his defensive actions. Wizened eyes followed the action for a moment longer before attempting to seize hold of an opening in his opponent’s onslaught. Thoughts raced through his mind as he contemplated everything his enemy had spoken and all that he’d witnessed in his short time back among the land of the living.
How had he miscalculated so tremendously? As he’d known the inhabitants of this world thousands of years prior, they were a primitive species with high adaptability and low threat value to the grand scheme of the universe. In-fact, he’d pegged the Earthlings as primitive and valued only for their bodies ability to change – which made them perfect candidates for conversion to Serpentis class minions. So, what changed? The thought of such things had caused him no lack of grief, and it was in this construct of thought that he’d found himself most challenged.
His concern on such things faded swiftly as his attention was brought once more to the fight at hand. An opening had revealed itself ever so briefly, and he could not afford to miss his chance. As Ochra through another powerful flurry of blows, the Necruin Monk would commit to a single back-flip, balancing on his left hand as his right shot forward with a suddenness that would – hopefully – catch his enemy off guard. White-Black flames gathered into a spherical shape within the oustretched palm before floating towards Ochra at a high speed. A mere foot from the fighter, the Necruin would close his outstretched hand into a fist causing the fireball of energy to explode in a blinding flash of light right before his opponent, smoke and blinding light acting in tandem to obscure the once small fighter as he put some more distance between the two of them.
KP Remaining: 2/3
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Post by Ochra on Jun 13, 2018 10:10:14 GMT -6
It seemed like Ochra's attack had more of an effect than the saiyan hybrid had realized. Whether he had inflicted more damage than he had anticipated, or whether it was all psychological, it seemed like his opponent was a bit shaken up. Ochra could tell by the difficulty he was now having when it came to defending himself from Ochra's attacks. The monk of destruction had been so confident earlier, sounded so right in his convictions. But it seemed that smack of reality had shaken him to the core. Now all Ochra had to do was keeping pressing the offensive. Keep his opponent on his toes. The less time he could give his opponent to recover and recollect himself, the better. Even though they were close to equal in strength, Ochra knew there was more to this than just their fight. There were still others attacking this city afterall.
Suddenly, Mist moved to make an attack of his own, a bright flash of ki right in his face. Ochra was too close to avoid the attack, as the small ki bomb went off in his face. Though it seemed the attack wasn't so much designed for damage as it was to blind and disorient his opponent. Ochra let out a grunt of pain as his eyes snapped shut, stinging from the bright light and the smoke that resulted. The saiyan hybrid jumped back, trying to shake away the disorienting feeling as he fell back on his ki sense for support. fortunately he didn't need his eyes in order to know where his opponent was. But that didn't mean he liked being blinded like this.
No tech used.
KP: 2/3
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Post by Mist on Jun 13, 2018 16:22:07 GMT -6
The ploy had worked! The brilliant flash of light had apparently caught his enemy off-guard, as seen in the quickly implemented retreat he’d engaged in (putting distance between them). Without waiting for another opening to present itself, Mistroma exploded forth with his own rush of speed – arms glowing as energy coalesced around the outstretched appendages. Thrusting his arms forward repetitiously, burning energy would release from the palms soaring towards their target. Each dangerous sphere of energy had an outer-aura radiating off the attack similar to that of flames, coalescing together into a white-black energy orb. The spheres would, of course, explode upon impact to toss the hapless Saiyan around like a rag-doll.
More and more he thrust his hands forward, the barrage of attacks unceasing as the Necruin allowed a momentarily lapse in judgement to expand into rage which he’d deemed necessary to focus on the one who’d caused him the most pain. It was a hard batch of reality he was just forced to swallow, and his enemy had been the one to deliver it upon him the hard way. The irritation he felt at being proven so wrong, so out of touch, had been nearly enough to topple him over right then and there. It was in this explosion of force that he was truly showing how he felt.
“Shut up! Shut up! You know nothing, pitiful creature!” It was apparent that a nerve had been touched upon as the roaring fury of such rage expelled from his mouth like water from a faucet.
The impacts of energy would cease after a short moment as the gasping form of the Goliath Mistroma stared into the smoke, waiting to see if his attacks had scored their mark. It wasn’t often – in his time – that he’d found anyone capable of fighting on his level…so to find that there were those on a planet he’d at one point written off as a backwater cesspit at power even greater than he? It was almost too much to bare.
Lunar Flame: 5,940 PL
KP Used: 1
KP Remaining 1/3
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Post by Ochra on Jun 14, 2018 10:21:11 GMT -6
His opponent had clearly decided to press the temporary advantage that he had created for himself, and Ochra expected no less. Though he could sense the attacks coming, his temporary blindness made it difficult to block or avoid the ki blasts coming at him. The most the saiyan hybrid could do was brace himself and try to whether the storm. The force from the blasts pushed the saiyan back, though thankfully he managed to keep himself upright. The saiyan grunted and groaned as the blows struck true more than not.
Over the blasts of the attacks, he could hear his opponent flying into a rage, screaming out that he 'knew nothing' and that he was a 'pitiful creature'. Ochra gave no response, focusing on weathering the storm of ki raining down on him. Smoke kicked up, effectively engulfing the area around him, obscuring the saiyan from view as the attacks kept on coming. By the time Mistroma stopped, it was hard to see just what had happened to Ochra. How much damage had he inflicted on the saiyan.
Then, a voice spoke up from the smoke. "Pitiful? That's funny coming from you..."
A burst of wind, no force, suddenly erupted from within the smoke, blowing it aside. There stood the saiyan that was the object of Mistroma's anger. It was clear the attacks had landed their mark, with the saiyan being a bit banged up, but it was clear there was plenty of fight in the hybrid warrior. "If I'm 'pitiful', than why are you the one flying off the handle?" Ochra suddenly shot forward, fists glowing closed in on his enemy, fully intending on repaying the monk's assault in full and more. "Mega Impact!"
Attack landed. Ochra is 32% damaged.
Mega Impact [N1] used. 6,205 PL coming at Mistroma.
KP 1/3
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Post by Mist on Jun 15, 2018 16:19:05 GMT -6
As the smoke cleared, it was apparent to Mistroma that some of his attacks had indeed landed on their mark – yet still the Saiyan persisted, reasonably un-phased by a majority of the barrage. His cocky tone causing the vein atop the goliath’s forehead to bulge with fury. Why wouldn’t this fighter fall?! With each passing moment, Dar’Kon was becoming more and more aware of the difference in fighting strength between those around him, and the one before him. Slowly, but surely, the Necruin’s powers were awakening in full.
The vibration in the air as the Saiyan would move forward with an explosion of speed alerted the Monk of the attack to come. His own commentary falling suddenly – and swiftly – upon ears no longer aware as a metamorphosis occurred from within. His pupils seemed to vanish as the pure white of his eyes took full command over the ocular process. A voice, an ancient dark voice, echoed within his mind as if for the first time since his awakening – becoming connected with oneself.
Thump Thump
“Stop this…”
Thump Thump
“Stop this right now Little one!”
As the Saiyan’s vector reached his immediate vicinity, the Necruin’s body would seemingly shift out of focus as the warrior’s fist would pass through unabated. For but a split second, one could postulate that the Monk had been sent flying at high speeds that most eyes couldn’t see, but as a blur of lines appeared a short distance behind the fighter (not far from where he’d just been standing). Holding up his right hand, palm facing the Saiyan, Mistroma softly spoke;
“This ends now. Whether by your hand or mine, I admit that I underestimated the inhabitants of this planet…that was my folly. I will not persist to repeat said mistake through you. If you wish to defeat me…”
The Necruin outstretched his arms to either side – indicating a defense was not to be had here. Eyes closing, as he awaited the inevitable impact of another onslaught from his enemy., Dar’kon’s demeanor seemed to have shifted, he wasn’t appearing to be as manic as he was just moments prior. Almost as if he were a different person entirely. As curious as that may seem to the Saiyan, it was not going to change the reality of this fight. Mistroma wasn’t wrong, one way or another this fight needed to end.
After Image used to dodge Mega Impact
KP used 1/3
KP Remaining: 0/3
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