Ochra had expected as such. Despite the impace he had inflicted earlier, the monk still had plenty of strength left in him. It wasn't unreasonable to assume that he would dodge the attack. But Ochra wasn't prepared to stop just yet. He needed to beat this man. Who knows what he would do if he was allowed to run around in his current mental state.
Which was why the monk's next move caused him to pause. The monk simply...stopped. Holding his arms out and just waiting for a strike from him. This was...unexpected. It was surprising display of humility by his opponent. The saiyan hybrid paused for a moment, checking for any sign that this was some sort of trap. But nothing seemed to be there. It was like the monk's show was genuine. Guess this fight had thrown his world into perspective.
Perhaps there was hope for him yet. But as he said, this fight had to end, and Ochra couldn;t risk him running around spreading discord during this already turbulent time.
Ochra shot towards the monk, ki forming around his fist. He wouldn't aim for a killing blow, merely to knock out the monk. If there was some chance of Mistroma turning his life around, Ochra was willing to take it. He wasn't a killer after all, unless absolutely necassary. And there was no need for deadly force at this time.
Mega Impact [N1] used. 6,205 PL intent on rendering Mistroma unconscious.
Sweeping low between the shattered hulks of high-rise buildings, Aizu spied plumes of fresh smoke billowing up into the sky. He was getting close.
Dropping lower still, he weaved through the city streets, scanning for the mystery combatants. When at last he found them he wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He'd expected another Stargoon recruit or maybe some other Fleet reinforcements battling the Earthling 'heroes'.
What he found instead was a blue-skinned dwarf with horns facing off against a Saiyan, of all things. Though his dress was not the typical armor of the Saiyan armies, his furred tail was unmistakeable and he was charging towards the dwarf with a blazing fistful of ki. This, then, is my enemy, he thought to himself. Excitement briefly flashed in his eyes as he prepared to intercede. Aizu always relished an opportunity to shed blood, and Saiyan blood was almost irresistible.
In a blur of motion that would've been imperceptible save for the sonic boom that ripped through the air, Aizu swooped directly into the Saiyan's path. His knee slammed into the pavement as he came thudding to a halt. He raised an open palm, aiming to catch the strike as Saiyan and Arcosian might collided with a thunderous shockwave. There was an audible 'CRACK!' as the paving slab under Aizu's knee split in two, and clouds of dust and debris rippled outward in a swirling tide.
The dust settled and there was Aizu, fingers clutching and digging into the Saiyan's clenched fist. The strike - though mighty enough to level a building - was of little consequence to the Arcosian at his full power. With a grim expression, he rose purposefully to his feet.
"You people continue to disappoint me," he drawled, a scowl distorting his features. With a twist of his body he yanked the Saiyan's outstretched arm, whirling round and raising an elbow to strike his black-haired head as momentum carried him towards it.
Thread PL: 117,216 - True Form (x6P) active
- Aizu used [SU1] Bullet Time to speed in and intercept Ochra's attack! (-1 KP) 0/3 KP remaining
- Took the full force of Ochra's Mega Impact for 6,205 PL! 5% damage sustained
- Counter-attacking with basic melee strikes
Last Edit: Jun 19, 2018 21:37:48 GMT -6 by Deleted
Whether out of pride or simple acquiescence, the Saiyan agreed to of course run him through with his potent fist, fluctuate with energy from internal reserves. With eyes sealed shut, the Necruin Monk stood with arms outstretched awaiting the inevitable strike meant to end his existence in this strange alien world in which he did not belong. For but a moment, images flooded his mind as he thought swiftly of his former leader, his home world, his people, his history…his own da-
A loud crack filled his ears, causing the Necruin to assume instantly the attack had been thrown. However, confusion welled up within as the telltale feeling of physical pain was not transmitting through his body. Opening his eyes, the sight he’d view was far more peculiar and surprising than he’d ever be able to anticipate. Standing before him, shielding him from the Saiyan’s attack, was a new creature he’d not seen before with arm outstretched, gripping tightly to the other warrior’s fist. Long white tail writhing unconsciously.
A single sentence was uttered, unheard by the Necruin whom stood there in shock, before an onslaught occurred that – to the older monk – was nearly untraceable. The blur in movement had occurred so swiftly that his eyes, still regaining their full ocular prowess, could not track it. Why was this being suddenly helping him? Confusion was evident even as the Necruin stood there observing the fury of the new arrival. Dumfounded, his mind raced with contemplation.
Who is this person? I…I can’t feel an end to the depth of their power! Such command, such flourish – it’s like I’m seeing HIM again…
Mistroma recalled his former master, the powerful Garlic – a Makyan demon whom at one point threw the planet, Earth, into turmoil for the throne of Guardian. His recollection allowed him to recreate the moment he’d first felt such tremendous strength from a being far more advanced them himself, and how weak he’d felt after their first interaction. Now, thousands of years later, the Necruin from far off lands felt the pull once again – this new arrival enamoring him.
Standing motionless, the voice that had called for him to cease his assault on the tailed warrior had dissipated into nothing more than a bad memory. Feral eyes once more shifting to their madness, the Monk would watch in interest as the new arrival pushed back the powerful Saiyan warrior. This fight had only just begun it seemed, and with that realization – the black miasma of Mistroma’s power once again began to swirl around his diminutive form.
Mistroma does nothing but watch KP: 1/3
Last Edit: Jun 20, 2018 16:13:48 GMT -6 by Mist: Edits complete
It had seemed like the fight was over. One blow would have been all it took to put down the monk in front of him. Not to kill of course, but to simply take him out of the fight.
However, it was not to be. For something else stopped his fist.
Ochra's eyes widened in shock as he saw who it was that had stopped him. An Arcosian, no doubt one of the World Trade Fleet. and his power was enormous! Ochra hadn't even sensed him approach, and yet herre he was, standing before him and having halted his attack effortlessly. The energy in Ochra's fist dissipated harmlessly, the Arcosian not even phased by it. A small grunt escaped Ochra's lips as he felt the arcosian's fingers tighening almost painfully on his fist. How had he not sensed him coming? Ochra had been holding his own well enough during this crisis, but now he felt completely outmatched.
He barely had time to process his cold remark before the alien struck.
The blow hit Ochra square in the side of the head, sending him flying off of his feet. He swore he blacked out for a brief moment, as he almost felt something break, possibly his jaw? He wasn't sure. Regardless, he was sent flying, crashing into a nearby building, the wall crumbling from the impact. The blow hadn't been enough to render Ochra unconscious, leaving him able to feel the pain from the blow. His vision was blurry as his mind tried to process what had just happened. He shakily tried to pull himself to his feet, only vaguely aware of Mistroma's power flaring, now that the threat of defeat for him was essentially gone.
Aizu reveled in the thrill of getting to grips with his enemy, surging with satisfaction as his opponent careened through the air. His flailing body ploughed into a building, crashing through the wall in a bloom of dust and flying rubble.
"Oof. That looked like it hurt,"he said with mock-sympathy, before looking over his shoulder at the diminutive horned creature and giving him a nod. "You held up pretty good. Hope you don't mind me stepping in, but we need to wrap things up here. Places to go; people to hurt, money to bank, you know how it is." The creature was surrounded in a blackened aura as he caught a second wind, regaining power with impressive speed. Aizu could tell the fight had taken a toll on his ragged little form, but his tenacity was notable, and respectable.
"Feel free to help speed things along," Aizu said with a wry smile, before spinning and soaring through the air towards Ochra's position amidst the rubble. The Saiyan scrambled to get back to his feet, but Aizu was caught up in the heady joys of his favorite pastime: Killing Saiyans. He would give no quarter. The degenerate apes were disgusting to him - an upstart race of savages gifted with technology beyond their primitive minds. The one thing that he respected about Saiyans was their will to fight, but he only admired that because it made them so willing to march to the slaughter. The Arcosian pirate was always happy to oblige.
As he spun in mid-air, looking down at his foe; he felt that primal surge of adrenaline once again. This was where he belonged. Charging through the barrage and the bedlam to meet his foe and best them - or die trying. In this case, there seemed to be little doubt of the outcome; but that made it no less enjoyable for Aizu. He would derive as much pleasure from crushing this ape as any other he'd been able to get his bloody hands on. No mercy would be offered. Mercy was too good for them.
His whole body flipped forward as the gap between them closed - his thick tail slamming down towards Ochra's head - intending to bludgeon the filthy monkey into a pulp before he could react.
Continuing melee assault against Ochra. No KP used: +1KP KP total: 1/3
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2018 11:02:46 GMT -6 by Deleted
The savagery before him was palpable, like the air after a hot storm. The new arrival’s onslaught upon the warrior whom – just moments ago – had been doing his best to subdue the Necruin was simply ruthless. The elbow had caused more than a small fracture of damage, blood and spittle flowing with the grace of a leaf caught in a breeze. It was quite a site to witness with one’s own eyes, and yet…even still, the Monk of the Dark Planet Necruo seemed more confused than enamored. A voice broke through his thoughts and caused him to plant full attention on the one speaking – the new arrival.
He mocked the flailing body of the now endangered warrior, the false sympathy an illusion dispelled simply by looking at the creature’s face. Morbid enjoyment in the act of causing simple pain to the hapless Saiyan etched onto every feature, it was…inspiring. The topic of conversation swiftly shifted to him, filling the gap in time between the former fighter being hit, to the point of impact against the building a short distance away. Praise was given by this new fighter, his ability to of handled the warrior thus far was apparently of note to the one with endless strength.
Nodding his head in recognition to his statements, and agreement, Mistroma would continue to watch as the tailed fighter assail the humanoid with physical blows. His own anticipation rising as the killer flow of combat once again began to sink its addictive teeth into one whom rested for so long. The offer to help “speed things along” was not taken lightly, and – after a time – the warrior decided that it was time to assist his new “ally”.
“Very well, let us end this,” Mistroma’s tone was soft, mostly to himself. The maelstrom of fists had continued with the swift charge of the new arrival towards his previous opponent. With a mighty flip, the long tail of the white toned alien was brought to bear down upon his previous enemy’s skull – the intent was clear, he wanted to kill this man! A wry smile crossed his lips as his tiny form – with all its speed – began to vibrate at a high intensity. Without warning, the tiny alien would dissipate from position only to reappear in a kneeling position near the edge of the crater that would’ve been caused by the tail-whip. The same feral gaze he’d been adorning upon first meeting had once again returned.
“I think I will take you up on your generous offer, thank you.” The darkness that had surrounded his form seconds ago had not left, instead surging more and more as he stared at his enemy. White sparks began to shoot from his hands as the smaller alien stood upright and – without warning – began to fire energy blasts from his hands to pepper the defenseless form of the Saiyan, still struggling to find his footing after such tremendous attacks had rang true. There was a split second where Mistroma almost felt bad for this “Hero”. Almost.
Launched a barrage of basic ki blasts at Ochra 0 KP Used KP Total 2/3
Ochra didn't hear the exchange between the Arcosian and the monk. And honestly, he wouldn't have cared if he did. His head was in pain, he was barely keeping his consciousness together. He only barely had time to look up before the tail of the pirate slammed down hard on his head. The force of the blow was enough to form a small crater as Orcha's body was slammed down hard, bouncing like a rag doll.
And really, that was about it. The finishing blow. As Ochra's consciousness faded, he barely felt the ki blasts being rained down by the opportunistic monk. It would make sense that he would try to take advantage like this. Degenerate probably felt good about himself as well, being saved at the last minute by something even worse than him.
Ochra's body laid unmoving on the ground, unconscious. The blow, fortunately, hadn't been enough to instantly kill him, and even if they decided to finish him off, as least Ochra wouldn't feel a thing. It was kind of shocking how quickly things could turn around, since only moments ago Ochra had looked to be the clear victor.
The universe could be cruel like that.
Ochra has been rendered unconscious.
Sorry to cut this short, but I think we can all agree this needs to be wrapped up
As the dust from Mist's rain of blasts cleared, Aizu looked down at the unconscious form of the Saiyan warrior. Battered and bleeding though he now was, he was visibly alive. His chest heaved with labored breath amidst the debris. Aizu waved a hand behind him to signal Mist to leave him be. The Arcosian kicked his downed foe, rolling him onto his front and exposing his furred tail. With a swift movement, Aizu snatched at the appendage and wrenched it upwards, tearing it clean off. Admiring his new trophy briefly, his gaze turned back towards the broken warrior. For a moment, he considered vaporising his foe there and then. However, a new idea began to form in his mind.
The Saiyan Kingdom's remnants were still hidden. That accursed ape lord Vocado moved unseen. Perhaps the unconscious Ochra would be able to shed some light on the location of their hidden base. Taking him alive could prove to be advantageous. And if he knew nothing, or refused to break under interrogation; they could still kill him with ease. With his mind made up, he reached down with one hand and hoisted the fallen warrior over one shoulder. He turned back towards Mist.
"I'm taking this one for interrogation," he said, tucking the severed tail under one of his bracers. "You've got a lot of guts. Come with me, I could use a guy like you." He said, before a kiai burst out from beneath his feet, launching him and his unconscious passenger into the air.
"I'm heading back! There's still fighting to be done!" Aizu called down towards Mist as he soared up over the cityscape, heading back the way he came.
Removed Ochra's tail while he was KO'ed! No KP used (+1KP) KP total: 2/3
Heading back to the main DE with Ochra's unconscious body.
As the dust settled, the bout had concluded. Lying in the center of the massive crater – body disheveled and broken – was the Saiyan. Blood and wounds had covered the body during their battle, but the ones left by the Arcosian were far more brutal and demanding of attention. As the white skinned alien rose his hand – the Necruin heeded the notion and understood immediately, there was no need to further assault the man. Finally allowing himself to breathe easy, the black flaming aura that had encapsulated his form just moments prior, dissipated into thin air – the last dying embers of an intense inferno.
His first venture far from the catacombs of his imprisonment had been…educational to say the least. Examining the situation from afar, the monk watched in confusion as the new arrival would grip hold of the animal like appendage before ripping it from the body in an unceremonious way. An odd thing to do, if he said so himself – but whatever the reason, Mistroma did not challenge the one with the endless depth of strength. Feral eyes, having been glowing since the start of the fight, finally dimmed as the other called out to him.
Mistroma would raise an eyebrow at the comment of “interrogation”. A curious thing to do to such a defeated opponent…but with time having passed and such other oddities that he’d not expected suddenly being a reality, there wasn’t much room or need to protest. The compliments he began receiving out of nowhere were welcome if unexpected. Inclining his head in agreement, the Necruin would nod in appreciation and listen further as the other expressed a very well-known event that – in the chaos of the fight – he’d forgotten and ignored for far too long. In the short distance, deeper towards the center of the city, the battle that had begun upon his arrival was still occurring in earnest.
As the new arrival would float into the air like a rocket, the Necruin was left contemplating his next course of action. Gazing down at open palms, the azure skinned creature contemplated his battle, the arrival of such a grand and powerful person and the world in which he currently stood. Thousands of years had not been kind, and the understanding of the universe he once held in his mind and heart were no longer law. A relic in the world of advancement and science felt out of place, and the only reality that remained constant was strength. Undeniable Strength could not be challenged by any – and this was what he needed to gain. He needed to become…like the one who had just left.
With a wry smirk and a burst of Ki, the tiny monk would rocket off in the same direction as the Arcosian, deciding to take him up on the offer of “Needing a guy like him”. Maybe if he travelled and worked with this strange alien he’d understand the measure of his strength and – if all went well – be able to recover a portion of his own. After all, this world was meant to be taken – and he was the one ready to take it.
Did nothing further (+1KP) Returning to Main DE KP (3/3)