Post by Carro Hofferson on Jul 30, 2018 21:16:50 GMT -6
Time had passed since the initial fights, but it was time for the second batch of brawls now. Carro, again, had to buy a lot more gel than he should have to get his usual tuft of spiky hair combed flat and back for the occasion- the prices coming out of Van's paycheck, of course. Still, he'd adjust his now red bow tie, looking to his watch and the audience. There were much more people than before now, abuzz from the promise of the last matches that had got off the ground. "Ahem!" The saiyan beckoned, gaining the crowd's attention.
"Advancing from the first fights are Nashua and Mist- only one can make it to the Semi Finals, though!" The saiyan proclaimed, gesturing to each of the waiting rooms, and taking steps back to the arena sideline, should the two both show up. Beside the arena for regulation sat Carro's massive feline partner, LEO. The feline raised her head, firing a beam of energy into the air, resounding the start of the fight with a bang. "ANNNND START!"
It was an exciting achievement to progress all the way up into the quarterfinals. Granted, that was only actually round two, but something about it being called the quarterfinals made it sound way more impressive. Synthesia had put up a decent fight, but in the end, Nashua had been deemed the more graceful fighter, hairy ape form and all. She had decided to refrain from using that for the rest of the tournament unless she absolutely needed to, though, as it seemed a little unfair to turn every match into a curb stomp victory on her part. Her next opponent, she'd never actually met, but from the sound of it, they'd probably have something to do with water vapor. This raised some pressing questions in the Saiyan's mind. How exactly was she meant to fight a cloud of water floating in the air?
Well, she'd figure it out somehow. And it wasn't like she needed to beat him, she just had to be more beautiful than he was, and how hard could that be? The young woman proudly stepped onto the stage as Carro introduced her and her opponent, the surprisingly well dressed Saiyan pumping up the crowd for their match quite effectively. The audience was almost as excited as Nashua was! A smile beamed across her face as she confidently walked up onto the battleground, glancing back and forth and giving some waves to the cheering Earthlings. "Just two rounds to go, and then I'll win, uh, something!" she thought with excitement as she unclipped her spear from her belt. "Alright, Mist!" she called out, proudly raising her weapon into the air. "Come on out and show me your all! I've been looking forward to seeing how a cloud of water fights!"
|Mist vs Nashua| Mist (Transformed) Power Level: 52,000
A brief intermission had allowed Mistroma Dar’Kon, winner of the sixth preliminary round, a moment’s reprieve from the raucous noise of the crowd. Sitting in a far-removed corner for the waiting area, Dar’kon sat in meditation; his mind was full of thoughts from the previous bout as well as the mistakes he may have made during the showing. Meticulously recalling each movement, every action made, the Necruin fell into a sort of battle meditation, used simply to allow him to review his previous combat and make small changes to the openings he’d presented. It was this action alone that nearly caused the small alien from another world to miss his call to the ring, as well as another voice calling “Come on out and show me your all! I've been looking forward to seeing how a cloud of water fights!".
Placing both legs to the ground once more, the 3’5 warrior slowly stepped towards the exit leading to the arena. With every move the annoyance of the spectators grew louder and louder, his irritation growing with their pitch. Reaching out through the shadows, the young Necruin Felt for his opponent, detecting the massive power emanating from the tournament grounds he was fast approaching with little to no difficulty. Ensuring the dark cloth of his cowl was faceted securely over his imp like face, the diminutive figure moved into the sunlight once again – wincing beneath the cloth at the brilliance – and stepped towards the arena itself, head slowly raising up so he could regard the opponent standing in the center.
Centered within the stone platform was a beautiful young maiden. Auburn hair cascading down to her shoulders seemed to compliment – almost eerily – a pair of golden gems staring down upon him as he made his way to the ring itself. Strange to find another with eyes as gold as his, but to this Mistroma put to the back of his mind as he continued his evaluation. The armor adorning her lithe frame was very telling, it’s violet and white color patterns doing nothing to hide the make and model of her ensemble. Saiyan Battle Armor.
Mistroma had only recently become acquainted with the tailed, warrior race, but his few interactions had spoken leagues of their prowess in battle as well as the potential each held within to overcome obstacles they were incapable of prior. For a fleeting moment, he thought of the Saiyan – Ochra – and how much of a challenge he’d presented in Satan City, a thought that caused a smirk to cross his lips. Continuing with what he could observe, he was shocked to see a long polearm equipped to the female’s small hands. A weapon-master maybe? Perhaps this was just a façade and meant to intimidate him. Regardless, he made sure to heed the weapon itself as he stepped up onto the platform.
His own appearance wasn’t much to look at, easily not as ornate as the battle armor of the other. Tattered robes adorned his tiny body, the emblazoned symbol of an ecliptic star – the royal crest of his people – proudly displayed upon his chest. Battle-wrappings tightly affixed to his two hands as well as two feet. The hood of his robes, giving the monk his moniker, was brought low over the face doing a great job at obscuring the twin protrusions – horns – jutting from his forehead. Long white hair, uncombed and uncared for, spilled out on either side of the facial covering. It was in this method that Mistroma presented himself to the other. “I apologize for the lengthy wait young one, I assure you; It was not intentional. Now then…”
As he spoke his body began to shift and change. Muscles that seemed barely toned prior would suddenly, and sickeningly, bulge from the body making his tiny form seem a large blot of musculature and sinew. The sound of twisting leather and cracking bones would fill the air as the tiny figure would suddenly shoot up in size going from a mere 3’5”, to suddenly standing there at 10’11”. His form, no longer that of an imp, instead what stood before the woman could’ve been confused with a Demon or an ogre. However, the telltale feature that separated the races was a simple black and white aura, the visage of screaming and pained faces flowing through the energy field would cause those viewing to shudder. There was something quite wrong with this man’s energy.
Still, this bout was to begin shortly, and it was here – against this worthy foe – Mistroma would truly test how far he’d come. He could only stand there with the hope that the young girl was more of a fighter than her appearance made her seem.
Last Edit: Aug 2, 2018 15:23:15 GMT -6 by Mist: Small edit
Oh, this guy certainly wasn't just a cloud of, well, mist. It was almost kind of disappointing to the Saiyan when her opponent appeared, solid body and all. But she had to admit, he looked pretty dang cool, even if he was on the shorter side. Most of Nashua's opponents had been a fair bit taller than her somewhat short height of 5'4", but this blue guy was around two whole feet shorter than her. That was actually kind of a nice change of pace. Although it did slightly worry her that this fight may end up being a total curbstomp, as the last one had been. It was a little odd when he referred to her as "young one", though. Was he older than her? "Oh, uh, no worries, you weren't that long, I just got here, really," she said in an almost apologetic tone.
And then, the midget began to grow. He didn't stop growing once he got to Nashua's height, nor when he was one foot taller, or two feet taller. When Mist finally stopped enlarging, he was probably just over double Nashua's height, and became a significantly much more menacing presence on the battlefield than his tiny, standard self. "Oh," she mumbled, glancing up into his glaring, golden eyes, a sheen she'd only ever seen within her own before. "So, you're, uh, big, huh?" she asked nervously, taking a few deep breaths to prepare herself. While she thought of transforming into her Oozaru form just to show that she could get bigger too, she'd just promised herself that she'd avoid doing that as much as she possibly could. There was no way to gauge exactly how powerful Mist was in this new form, since scouters were banned, so she'd just need to try her best.
"Alright, let's do this!" she exclaimed in a more confident voice, swiping her spear across the air before flying up several meters above the battlefield. With one hand, she reached back and grabbed her ponytail, while the other tightly gripped her spear. "Show me whatcha got, Mist!" she exclaimed with a grin as she thrust both her very long ponytail and her spear forward at the same time, two beams of powerful, bright purple ki blasting out of both of their tips at once on a beeline right for Mist. As the beams flew, she swished her ponytail and spear around in all directions, effectively bending the beams into unpredictable waves of ki, before cutting off the stream and launching herself after them with her spear thrust forward to try and strike Mist before he could finish dealing with her first attack!
The kind and nervous tone of the other did slightly disarm the Necruin a bit. The armor would’ve led him to believe this young girl before him was a warrior from the famous barbaric race, yet her tone and timidness confused him greatly. There truly must’ve been one of every type out there huh? Whatever the case, be it stage-fright or initial shock at his new form, the young Saiyan began to spin her spear before levitating into the sky. With an excited exclamation, the girl would fire a potent beam of light towards him. Undulating air warping the approach releasing the potent heat of the attack upon his groundward form.
Bringing his right arm up, the older of the two would position his palm to face the exact point of impact that the others potent attack was approaching. With a flash of light causing the gold of his feral gaze to illuminate, the azure skinned goliath would release a potent plume of powerful Ki in the same manner a jet turbine released its thrust. The white black of the Luna Flame would slap hard against the beam of energy causing a struggle to occur between the two warriors. Eyes widening in surprise, Mistroma would brace his right wrist tightly, gripping the appendage in his left hand as if the very act itself would support his claim of power.
Sparks would crash down upon the grassed outer area of the Arena proper, while white/black sparks of power additionally struck at the divider separating the crowd from the combat. Dust and debris would fall to the ground gaining no attention from the two in the center, even as ticket-purchasers lives were in jeopardy. It was not that neither cared, simply – if either diverted their attention for but a moment, the other would be struck by the full force of the others attack. This was a dangerous situation!
As the two beams of force continued to pulsate with building potency, it was the blue skinned man’s attack that somehow managed to gain the upper-hand, slowly pushing the woman’s attack back. Eyes narrowing in, the Necruin would call out in exhalation as his roaring tone rumbled in the breeze. Further and further the attack was pushed back until – without warning – the beam of light was shattered. Roaring towards the other, its power heavily reduced, was the remaining bit of the initial Luna Flame. The resulting shockwave – if it impacted the woman – would cause a searing light to engulf the arena for but a micro-second before encapsulating the other in a cloud of dust and black smoke.
Still on his feet, panting a bit – but not so much as for it to be noticeable – Dar’kon would stare up at the cloud of debris before placing his arm back at his side. His eyes never left the center of the mass as he contemplated what had just occurred. It seemed as if this timid girl was just as much a fighter as her supposed Race would lead him to believe. With a sickening grin, Mistroma would wait for the other, entering a combat stance but doing nothing else. Mayhaps he was testing her at first? The truth was, her first attack had been so potent that the other was now concerned to the point of playing it safe. After all, it would do him no good to rush in guns blazing only to be sent to the stands to watch.
[N1] Luna Flame sent to impact against Nashua's Trusty Laser Beam, causing a dramatic flare of power emanating from both fighters. 17,360 for Damage, but I'm pretty sure the attacks cancel out? Regardless, the flavor of the impact that would hit Nashua or attempt to, would rank in power equal to the reduction of both attacks sooooo 3,960 (HA!) Doing nothing else. KP 3/3 > 2/3
Despite her best efforts, the attack just didn't seem to be strong enough to connect. The icy giant counterattacked with a powerful lame attack that clashed in a dazzling spark against Nashua's purple beam, and while it looked as if her ki blasts just might be strong enough to overpower Mist's attack, it was the white and black flames that won the power struggle, barely managing to burst through Nashua's beams and slam into the Saiyan head on. "Tch!" she exclaimed in slight pain and frustration as she was engulfed in the flames, though she sent out a light ki shockwave to disperse the persistent embers. All in all, she was left feeling only slightly singed, with a tiny flame still dancing about on her shoulder that was quickly snuffed as the Saiyan placed her hand down over it.
"You've got quite the hot and spicy fighting style!" she commented, sounding genuinely impressed. She was gonna have to do just as well to get the win here. And there was only so much time left until the judges would call time and evaluate their scores. This attack needed to count! Nashua decided to start her assault by charging right at Mist with her spear held forward in both hands, the Saiyan turning forward into a Superman-esque flight as her metallic weapon stretched out in front of her. That wasn't all she had up her sleeve, though: The golden eyed warrior focused her ki into her ponytail as it trailed behind her head as much as she could possible muster with her remaining energy, and then release it all at once in a dazzling and powerful burst of ki energy!
The thick, purple laser shot off far into the distance behind her, lighting up the horizon a bright lavender while simultaneously propelling her forwards, towards her opponent! "HRAAAAH!" Nashua shouted as she shot ahead like a bullet with her spear outstretched, the powerful bullet-like Saiyan rocketing straight towards his face!
OOC NOTES: 9% PL damage taken by [N1] Luna Flame's bleedthrough! [UP2] Faithful Laser Beam used to propel Nashua forwards at Mist with equivalent force to the beam! 26,400 PL damage incoming! KP: 2/3 > 0/3
With magnificence and grace, the young warrior began to explode with a momentum that he’d yet to see from her yet. The polearm, positioned directly before her, gave alert to the large statured Necruin still standing on the fighting stage below. Her charge seemed to empower her as a lavender glow seemed to emanate from the others long hair. The very tips of each strand glowing like virulent flames nipping at the wind – threatening to engulf the very air in its burning radiance. Mistroma swiftly acknowledged that this charge of reckless abandon was of great threat to him.
Recalling the nature of the tournament, its desire to see ‘the beauty of combat’; Mistroma swiftly began to enact his plan. Thick, palpable black miasma seeped out of the body of the now gargantuan figure. The thick strands of obsidian shadowstuff rose into the air, working in a sense like an aura of power – its dark wisps causing the visage of the blue skinned fighter to vibrate within the haze. More and more the shadowstuff seeped out, and more and more the Necruin was obscured by his own fog as too was the half of the arena on which he stood, a testament to his namesake.
As the woman’s charge reached its climax, the potent beam off light being fired off into the distance beyond the stadium proper causing her speed to multiply exponentially! Her spear, piercing through the darkness, seemingly impaled the large Alien with a single strike. Truly, it would seem as if this young warrior had just delivered an extremely damning blow to the goliath. Yet, it was not blood that leaked from the freshly delivered wound, black mist flowing like the vermillion she hoped to have spilled.
With a low rumble of a laugh, hazy figure would dissipate, revealing that the smoky countenance in which he’d been presented had been an illusion. The Shadow Decoy fading into obscurity as the true Mist – having been hiding within the fog – Revealed his position directly to the right of the woman, a powerful flowing black and white flame encasing his figure. Deep booming words, different than his initial squeaky voice, called out to the woman as her forward momentum was ceasing, placing her into the position he’d prepared for.
“That was wonderful! Exquisite even! Please, tell me – how’s this one look?”
As if on cue, the flaming energy that had been surrounding the warrior monk began to manifest into a new form – one that was sent soaring on a collision course with the Saiyan. Its form, having been manipulated into a thing of art by the strange creature, took on the appearance of a large basilisk – or simply, a fanged viper – with fangs bared in comparison to how earth snakes bare their fangs at prey. The potent black and white energy, violet sparks flowing on the exterior of the specially formed wave, would bear down upon the woman and deliver upon her a burning, searing attack – which would threaten to encase her lithe frame in flames of agony.
After all, what was more beautiful then suffering?
OOC: Used Shadow Decoy [After Image] to avoid the Faithful Laser Beam thrust. In the confusion, Mistroma delivers a specially formed visual variation to his [N1] Luna Flame!!! The serpent’s strike would hit for 17,160 PL! KP Used: 2/2 KP Remaining: 0/3
Last Edit: Aug 10, 2018 16:13:36 GMT -6 by Mist: Spacing Issues
Post by Carro Hofferson on Aug 10, 2018 19:14:26 GMT -6
A buzzer rang, and the crowd calmed down- time was up, and the victor would be left to the judges... Carro fumbled around- this match was hard to decide. Somehow it felt like there wasn't much to judge. But, in the end, a victor had to be decided.
"As per judge choice, Mist will me moving onto the semi-finals!"