The sun was low, spirits were high, and the crowds' energy was still through the roof. So far the next two fighters have been nothing but an absolute treat to watch. Unfortunately yet another judge was a bit too preoccupied. This time luckily it was no one's fault. Lunatus had opted to help make a dent in the mountain of paperwork between rounds, and apparently “mountain of paperwork” was more akin to an entire continent of paperwork.
So Ima happily bounced onto the stage, hoping to do a far better job than the more prideful of the two. “Alright, you beautiful audience! We are going to see who of these two beautiful fighters will prove to be the most beautiful… and… Here’s Chromo vs. Mist! Yeah!” she started off literally beautifully, then apparently got far too hooked on the word and lost energy half way through her welcome speech. Ima dragged herself back to the judge's desk, hiding her face in her hands while Van gave her a friendly pat on the back.
“And, BEGIN!” Van would call sending a wave of blue sparks into the air.
Through the sheer happenstance of a Judgement Call, Mistroma Dar’kon – last son of Necruo – had proceeded to the next round of the tournament, The Semi-Finals. Once again, the blue skinned alien trekked out from the Warrior House adjascent the arena proper towards the stage floor. Dark robes obscured sight of his facial features, but those who had been paying attention from the beginning would know that lying beneath the cowl were very demonic like features. Unlike before however, a strange black smoke seemed to rise from the tiny 3’5” form of the alien.
The miasma seemed harmless to most, and for all intents and purposes it was, however for those in the crowd, the strange wisps caused the form of the competitor to shift and obscure. As the dimunitive fighter stepped onto the platform once more, he shot a glance at the announcer before continuing to the opposite end of the stage. There was a strange stillness to the air, a hostility that had yet to be released. Glaring with feral eyes, the creature awaited the arrival of his opponent.
The exhibitions thus far had been enjoyable all things considered. The first bout with the strange automaton known as “Eggplant Man” had been a unique start to the challenge, revealing to the Necruin just how different the world was than when he’d entered his silent imprisonment. The second, with the timid but powerful Saiyan female had been far more entertaining, having forced the tiny monk to push himself to his absolute fullest. It was due to this that the tiny fighter hoped that his new opponent would be just as exciting.
Reaching out within the shadows of the day, the Necruin tried to “feel” his opponent’s power, trying to get a sense for what he was in for. It was very clear the tournament was about how extravagant a show one could put on, but for him? It was merely a chance to flex his muscles and work up the power he’d felt lie dormant for so long. As the creature contemplated to himself, the shadows seeping out of every pore seemed to intensify, as if in response to his maelstrom of emotions. For now, he waited patiently – looking for any avenue to exploit when his enemy approached.
Chromo had been so preoccupied with trying to fill in the empty shoes his father left as of late... So busy that he forgot his tournament match was today! Zipping through the southern streets, Chromo only ever came to a stop to corkscrew into a nearby costume shop to pick up a few props for his fight last-minute. He hadn't even prepared a flashy entrance yet!! How was he supposed to win now?! Chromo grumbled, his gaze now narrowing with determination- no! He didn't need a flashy entry when he was already 110% more beautiful than everyone else here by default! The bug snickered to himself, he was even fashionably late now! This was perfect! Minutes had passed, and the crowd had quieted to a disappointed lull. Was Chromo another no-show, and they paid to see nothing with their tickets, booked weeks in advance?... Well, apparently not! A familiar screech echoed from above as a burst of flame and energy surged in the skies, lighting up the orange sky into a magnificent mixture of red and yellow sparks. Smoke trailed down below as a tiny projectile landed on the ground, it's form blackened from the blast... Or was this tiny little thing Mist's opponent? "Nyehehehe! Fooled you all, fools! I'm not missin' THIS!" The little insect snickered, flapping his wings to dispel the layer of smoky ash on his body. He would have brought his bowtie and tophat, but the bug had to swiftly suffice for a long blue boa scarf and a pair of equally blue novelty sunglasses with slits and vents instead of glass. His swarm had already began to populate the crowd, some stealing some popcorn and popsicles from the other spectators. "But-- Well, well, welly well, another semi-finnyalist!" The little fighter mispronounced with a grin. This guy looked super dumb with those cloaks and smoke. How was he supposed to do a flip or pose dressed like that? The one-foot-tall bugger buzzed into the air, wings rapidly flapping with an annoying humming sound.
"...You've got to be super good to come as far as me. But, alas! I'm cooler, flashier, stonger, superior in every way!" He proclaimed, sliding his arms and legs out into a pose as more explosive energy crackled around his body. "But don't quit in totally understanbdable fear, now! We've got a show to show and stuff!" The child proclaimed with another snicker, readying his pose from a flashy and flamboyant one to a proper battle stance... Was the little bugger all bark, or did he have some bite as well?
From above the stadium, a loud crackle and high-pitched screech caused the blue skinned alien to glance up. The sight before him was shocking to say the least as a fireball came jetting towards the arena at an insanely high speed! Was this his opponent’s way of saying “let’s start”? Did the one he’d been waiting so patiently for decide to screw the rules and just have an outright battle? As the projectile neared its destination, it seemed to veer off and land on the opposite end of the stage; smog caked atop what looked like a hardened exo-shell.
Staring hard at the small object that had just appeared, Dar’kon was taken aback when an obnoxious, shrill voice filled the air with a cackle. As the creature stood upon its feet, long blue boa and a pair of children’s faux glasses adorning its unique visage, the Warrior Monk realized very quickly – that the one before him was actually…his opponent. Curious. As insectoid wings vibrated swiftly, the haze of dirt seemed to dispel itself from the carapace of this bug-man, revealing the true form of his intended enemy.
The insectoid appearance was more than just a clever ruse, it seemed that this strange small creature was indeed in it’s true form (Minus the Boa and Glasses – he guessed). Once again, Mistroma was caught in surprise at just how different the world had become since he’d been imprisoned. As the tiny figure continued his bravado with broken language skills, Mistroma simply ignored the other and continued forth with his own preparations. With each insult thrown, Dar’kon’s skin released more and more wisps of shadow. By the time the creature entered its true combat stance, the Alien’s form had been completely enshrouded by the miasma of his own creation.
From the darkness, two glowing, golden eyes seemed to peer out from the haze – piercing the shadows making the gems perfectly visible. There was a sickening sound of muscles and leather twisting as the tiny figure began to swell and disfigure. Having witnessed the crowd’s reaction to his transformation the last time, Dar’kon realized swiftly that in a test of beauty and showmanship, sights of horrific disfigurement were not as well received by the Earthlings as it would have been by his own kind. Their Loss.
The tiny Necruin once again began to shift in size as his strange robes seemed to stretch with the increasing height and girth of the one adorning it. White hair spilled out from either side as the cowl was pushed back by the explosion of power his body was releasing. As the insect man crackled with energy, so too did the Miasma dissipate revealing the true form of the bug-man’s opponent. Towering at 10 feet, the muscle enriched form bulged with veins and power. Shadows still leaked from the flesh, but it was in this state that Mistroma had found his center. Inhaling deeply, he finally called out to the other.
“Can we please cease with this childish reportie? I already waited this long, I’d rather we get to the meat of the situation here…”
As he spoke, the shadows began to rotate around him like a small miniture tornado centralized around himself alone. He made no movement to attack, simply allowing his primitive power to swell and dance in the air to the glee of the spectators. White lines of electricity would run through this strange outline, cascading the other in a light preternatural normal sources. The Necruin could Feel the similarities in their strengths, and it was through this alone that Dar’kon began to grow with excitement.
CURRENT TOTAL PL: 100,000 (x2) - TEMPORARY FORM CHROMO 1's PL: 33,000 | CHROMO 2's PL: 33,000 | CHROMO 3's PL: 33,000
"Ooooh, oooh! We're whipping the big guns out right away? I can do that!" Chromo chimed, bouncing up and down with continued excitement as Mist's form was eclipsed in the black mist, golden eyes shining from the shadows. Even as muscle and bone snapped and shifted, no trace of fear could be seen in the little bug's grin- one that swiftly turned to one with sinister determination. But soon enough, the once petite Necruin stood tall over Chromo, towering ten-times his height! Still, the bug would just hover up to eye level, cackling again. "Well! I don't need to be super duper tall and all muscley to beat you, nerd!" He rang with a grin. The beetle turned to chirp to one of his clones in the crowd- on cue, a bottle of fizzling and sparkling Hetap was thrown into the commanding bug's grip. "Now here's what I can DO!"
Chromo's jaws opened and he downed the bottle- plastic and all. He opened his mouth to gurgle the strawberry-flavored liquid a little. But once it moved down his throat, the insect's eyes went red, a screech piercing the air as his energy grew, steam and flares of ki surrounding his tiny body and shooting into the orange skies. The red and yellow bursts of energy swirled in a cyclone, the steam and smoke boiling at the bottom only pierced when the bug's eyes lit up again... Was he supposed to have three pairs of them, though?
More screeches rang as three shadows lunged out of the dispersing swirl of explosive ki. Landing in a perfect tower were not one, not two- but three of the beetles. Granted, the two on the bottom lacked the glowing abdomens or horns the top one sported. "Tadaaa!" All three of the clones rang, still perfectly towered atop each other. The top bio-android- the "main" commander Chromo, lowered himself behind the other two snickering insects.
"But if you wanna start this right away and save all our cool one-liners and stuff, then OKAY!" He lurched forwards into the other two bugs, giving them a push forwards to send them both rocketing to the sides. They zipped and bounced in every which way, whistling energy with a sound reminiscent of a whirling firecracker in their wake. With two more shrill calls of sheer excitement, the two adjusted themselves behind and in front of their opponent, rocketing forwards in an attempt to sandwich Mist from both sides!
(x2T) Sugar Rush is active! Chromo now has a max of 7KP with his TEMPORARY form. [UT2] Infestation is active! Chromo is in a 3-way multiform. Each multiform has 33k PL. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chromo 2 and 3 BOTH USE [V2] Field Raze for 10,890 damage with a HOMING effect for 2KP each! CHROMO 1's KP: 7/7 | CHROMO 2's PL: 5/7 | CHROMO 3's PL: 5/7
With a sudden exhalation of force, Mistroma was taken aback by the sheer magnitude of power he was sensing from the small, miniscule bug creature. How could this possibly be?! While the childish antics shown earlier had been taken as the strange lifeforms personality and – most likely – an indication of the type of power they possessed. He’d pegged the other as proud of their higher than normal power and figured they had developed a large ego regarding such things. How wrong he had been becoming more than apparent as his very soul trembled at the force being exuded.
Through the miasma of shadow-stuff, Dar’kon could only watch in concern as three figures stacked before him, with the lead (First) figure of insectoid nature resided atop the others. A unique and fascinating technique! Mistroma couldn’t help but applaud the childish warrior for their unprecedented talent for the unusual and flashy. It was endearing, yet this was not the time to sit in friendly contemplation.
Without warning, two of the three figures began to bounce around the combat-zone in a raucous screeching sound. The random movements of the strangely customized projectiles were extremely difficult to predict, and so – it was because of this that Dar’kon simply waited for the opportune moment to once again rely on his Shadow Decoy to redirect and confuse the enemy. As the two creatures moved into position to squash him from either side, Mistroma would simply begin to blur in his movement becoming one with the shadows themselves, raising high into the air to avoid the attack – confident that his left-over clone would be enough to confuse and bewilder.
As the two insectoids approached the decoy however, something different and unique occurred! The two insectoids, upon reaching the last possible second for deviation, would avoid the clone completely redirecting their path with no effort. Their new trajectory? To Mistroma’s surprise, they were heading right for him yet again! Cursing his inadequacy, the Necruin showed speed that did not mimic his enhanced size and began to zip around the arena proper (staying aerial as he did so) trying his best to outrun the makeshift ballistics. As the Necruin made to a motion to veer right, one of the bugs began moving in a strange zig-zag before slamming hard into the blue skinned gut of the Goliath.
Spittle flew from his open maw as the impact cause him to soar backwards in a tumultuous somersault. The remaining missile would cackle as it also moved to intercept the soaring form of the target. Enraged, and prepared however, Mistroma would right his position and – with a powerful motion – thrust his hand forward charging a powerful sphere of energy to combat against the approaching bug-creature with full abandon. The sphere would pulsate with power, shifting from black to white and back to black again in an emulation of the stages seen in a Solar Eclipse, growing in magnitude until – timed to the final strike of the bug – he released it into the approaching figure with disregard to his own safety. A potent explosion rocked the stadium as a large mushroom cloud rose high into the air while the cacophonous explosion caused most of the stadium dwellers to cover their ears or scream in fear.
Silence would fill the arena as the spectators around awaited to see the evident destruction such an attack would create. Within the cloud, Mistroma was alive – but his body had been gashed and torn in a multitude of places. Panting heavily, the Necruin remained within the obscuring shroud, hoping to take the moment to breathe and regather himself. This tiny childish monster was far deadlier than they’d let on…and this was a cause for concern. Dar’kon wondered…would it make sense to finally use it? The one technique he’d swore he’d have no recourse to use. As he weighed his options, Chromo – the insectoid – would be aptly ready to attack once again…if they’d deemed it necessary.
After-Image (Shadow Decoy) Used (1KP) but to no avail against the homing attack. Mistroma hit for 10,890 Damage!!! Luna Flame - PL 17,160 - to Clash with the second Clone to stop the attack. 1/3 KP Remaining
Last Edit: Aug 23, 2018 17:07:06 GMT -6 by Mist: Spacing Errors
CURRENT TOTAL PL: 100,000 (x2) - TEMPORARY FORM CHROMO 1's PL: 33,000 | CHROMO 2's PL: 33,000 | CHROMO 3's PL: 33,000
One attack hit without fail- Mist tried to dodge, but the haywire bugs' control was too great as one slammed right into his torso before propelling off beside his leader. However, the latter clone would yelp in shock as the alien prepared an attack at the last second, slamming it right into the bug before he could hit his mark! The insect flew back but landed hard against the ground on his six legs, rearing back beside his commander and giving another shrill battle cry. The crowd murmured- Chromo was always a stylish treat as an apparent child prodigy, but Mist had been rather... scary in his battles. And now that the two of them were fighting together, who knew what mess was about to be made.
The three Chromos huddled together, arms wrapped around to keep their intercourse hush-hush. "How do you think he's holdin' up against our awesomeness?" One asked. "I smell blood! So not good! That's good!" Another responded. "Phah! Well, these nerds haven't seen nothing yet!" The commander chimed, raising his horn and fingerless fists into the air. "Time to whip out the big guns, boys!" The other two raised their hands into the air as well, a resounding "YEAAHHH!!!!" echoing as the triplets reared back into a triangular formation, gazing into the cloud of smoke. It was time for phase two.
"AND GO!" The leader shouted, issuing his first clone forwards. The smaller beetle ricocheted from above, aiming to land hard against his foe's head, attempting to stomp him just like a Gooba in Super Majin Bros! Doing a stylish twirl in the air and landing in a headstand, the bug would raise his hands out to the side with a little jazz-hand wave and grin as the crowd let out a cheer, regardless of if the attack hit or miss. The other two bio-androids followed suit in what was essentially a conga line of pain, both attempting to do the same in order to leave a nasty bump on their foe's head, landing atop the first clone to tower up once more, each in a stylish pose of their own!...
...Though perhaps letting their guard down to impress the crowd wouldn't be the best idea in hindsight.
Chromo was getting rather confident and cocky. Could this be his undoing, or his greatest ally?
(( Sugar Rush and Infestation are still active. )) Chromo #2 is hit by clash bleedthrough damage! 6,270 (19%) PL worth of ouch taken. Oof. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chromo #2, #2 & #3 ALL USE [N1] Atomic Raze for 10,890 PL worth of damage each. -1 KP to all. Chromo 1 KP: 6/7 | Chromo 2 KP: 4/7 | Chromo 3 KP: 4/7
Panting heavily, the Necruin remained in the sky gazing down upon the three identical beings below. What…had just happened? Dar’kon had no explanation for the strange creature’s attack nor how his Shadow Decoy had no effect, nor did it seem to work on this monstrosity. What was worse, the insectoid’s mighty blow to the gut had caused substantial internal damage to the point that Dar’kon was working tirelessly to control the energy that – unbeknownst to his opponent – was surging wildly from the impact. There was a lot of concentration and effort that the Necruin exerted to contain his wild, unpredictable power from escaping and causing more havoc. Unfortunately, it seemed the time to control such arcane and primordial forces had long since passed.
As the strange being finished its “group huddle” with…itself…Mist had dispelled the obscuring smoke with a simple ‘flex’ of his power. As this occurred, the three individual forms began rocketing off in either direction – it seemed to him that they’d finished their prepping and planning. Deciding to no longer withhold the ancient secrets of his power, Dar’kon simply became engulfed in black and white flames, the visage of screaming faces rising upward just as visible now as it had been before, with one huge difference; As the screaming faces rose up, an actual sound accompanied each pulse, the sound of tortured pain.
The first came from above, its powerful downward thrust with both feet indicated that his skull was to be crushed by such an attempt! It would not go as the other thought. Twisting his large muscular body, the powerful remnant hunched both shoulders up and angled his body to such a degree that the twin feet would push off against his shoulders as opposed to his head. The powerful blow still caused the other to pause as he was sent hurtling downward to the stadium floor. Recalling the nature of the tournament, Dar’kon’s aura spiraled around him like a plane in free-fall. The resulting appearance was that of a strand of DNA, the double helix twisting into a solid shape as the powerful monk prepared for his next maneuver.
The tumultuous free-fall, flashy as it was, had placed the Alien in perfect position for the other two insects, both of which zipped around like lightning yet…seemed slower than they’d initially? Strange. With minimal time to respond, the twin creatures lunged once more for his skull, but like the other, had to make due with a graze to either side of his rib-cage. To his own benefit, when yelping in pain, he caused the shadows streaming out of his body to erupt outward and – through conscious thought – molded the visage of such energy release to take up the form of a crying skull, its painful agony reverberating the arena proper. Kneeling on the stage floor, the bloodied and bruised form of the monk seemed to heave with every breath.
“..Well done children…well done…”
It was becoming increasingly obvious to him that he’d nearly reached his limit, and if the cracks forming on the metaphysical skull were an indication, Dar’kon was truly feeling the pain of the triplet’s attack. Still, more power seemed to seep from his every pore as more and more shadow stuff continued to fill the void of space around him. The crying skull began to shift and bend as its disgusting form mutated to that of a cobra. The rhythmic swaying of the cobra was enough to entrance the simplest of minds, but yet…it had no bite. The ground began to shake and tremble as the physical manifestation became more tangible itself.
Something was coming…
Took everything, OUCH THAT HURTS! Mistroma is charging for another attack…if he can make it. This fight’s close to complete with Mist down to nearly 17% Of his PL in damage done
Though they didn't hit the intended target of Mistroma's skull, each attack smacked hard against the triplets' foe. The crowd applauded the little insects as the horned leader juggled his two partners, who did little flips and twirls in the air. "Do I hear an encore?" The bug rang with a grin, raising his hands high as the two lessers landed by his sides. "Okey-dokey then! Time for a finale you butts won't forget!" The bug rang, dismissing the two clones back into the crowd, the power he lended to them returning back into one body.
The previous, pained skull of smoke shifted into an odd misty snake of the sort. The bug showed no fear, again floating right up into the serpent's face, attempting a gentler bop at it's nose. "C'mooooon, you're supposed to be giving me a FIGHT!" He whined before floating back, letting his own ki crackle now. The arena shook further, bits of rubble floating into the air around Chromo as he growled and trembled, preparing a counter to whatever his foe had in store.
"Whatever! This is your last chance to do something cool, dum-dum!"
[UT1] SWARM is cancelled. Chromo is one again, and takes his lowest KP count back (4/7)! Sugar Rush is active. Chromo's new "whole" PL is 100,000 (x2T) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No KP action taken. KP is still 4/7. Chromo is preparing something...
The large astral rendition of the cobra continued to sway to and fro, its hypnotic visage having done its job in distracting the insectoid warrior. Deep within the center of the manifestation, Dar’kon would watch as the other – in its cocky glory – would attempt to “boop” the Snake on its metaphysical nose. Once the hardened carapace of the hand touched the energy image, it’s entire form would seemingly go up in a puff of green and violet smoke. The strange obscurement would begin to swirl inward entering Dar’kon’s enlarged body as if siphoned by some mysterious force.
Mist had been preparing his strongest, and most potent attack to bedazzle and entrance the audience, the fortunate relation to also potentially causing damage to such an incessant creature was simply a bonus at this point. As the smoke was re-absorbed into the body, Mistroma’s eyes began to glow a bright shade of gold, a radiance that further intensified the crazed, feral look he’d normally sport. The usual white sparks of electricity that had been dancing all over his perspired flesh had shifted in color to a deep violet as well at the exact moment the strange miasma dissipated completely.
With a yell of exertion, the Necruin’s body was alight with power, lights shone intensely causing some in the audience to cover their eyes at the radiance, indicating that whatever the Monk had been preparing for had just about reached its completion. Alight with internalized Joy, Dar’kon felt as the strange energy he’d been gathering expanded outward in a spiral fashion – his own body acting as the nucleus for this strange mass of energy- not unlike what one would witness through a high-powered telescope when looking at galaxies and systems far far away. As if stardust, the energy would bring a beautiful sparkle into the air which slowly flittered downward by gravity causing some in the audience to “Ooh” and “Ahh”.
More and more energy pushed outward, Dar’kon’s body encased in a pulsating strobe light of power as his large body moved infront of the sun itself, its brilliant hue suddenly blotting out by darkness unseen before coming back into view. This effect continued and increased in speed creating a strobe like effect to bask the sporadic lightshow down towards the arena floor. To those staring, it seemed as if a brilliant Nebula of stars had overtaken the sky, the sun as it’s center. This of course was an illusion due to Dar’kon’s positioning, but the effect was still radiant. Faster and faster the strobe continued, and more and more the ground shook and trembled.
“Now then…Let us see how you deal with a celestial body! Enough of your charade Bug, Find peace among the stars themselves!”
With an exertion of pure control, the nebula’s stardust rain would gather together in a beautiful spiral helix fashion before the Necruin. The spiral of stars generating the view of a Star shower in daylight, a spectacle to behold for sure. As the energy reached its climax, the Monk from another world would call out the command that would surge this pure energy forth in a dramatic fashion. His voice, deeper than normal, seemed to reverberate the very arena.
“Shadow Eclipse Cannon”
Without another thought, the energy surged forward in an intense spiral, Stardust like energy twinkling on the outer edge of the potent wave of energy. The nebula like appearance of Mistroma’s gathered aura seemed to diminish and pour into the attack as the Necruin poured every ounce of energy left in his body to combine into the attack itself. His very essence being taken into consideration, the bulking frame of the creature would suddenly invert returning him to his normal state as a primal scream was released from now high-pitched tones. Dar’kon was betting everything into this one attack.
The effect for Chromo would be quite different as the strange attack seemed to encompass the entire dimensions of the stadium floor, causing flittering light and sparking glimmers to fall around them harmlessly. The true threat from above crashing towards them at high speed – yet there was always a chance of failure. Should the creature have a method of dispelling his attack, Mist would be defenseless and stuck in the position required to hold the attack. Should they avoid or otherwise, there was no doubt to the Necruin that he’d lose. The entire fight had seemed so one sided, a stark contrast to his own fights from the very beginning. Still, he had to try; While he may not of enjoyed the banter from the tiny bug, He could not and would not deny the prodigious strength he’d exhibited. Respect had been earned…
Had it come too late? Had Dar’kon truly allowed himself to be taken a fool by this childish fighter? No. While Chromo’s antics had been entertaining, they were that of a child screaming for attention. Every action, every sentence uttered was delivered with the intent of being cute but also intimidating. There was nothing more that had be said. These two warriors had bought everything they had to the table, and now…the climax.
Having charged everything he had, Mistroma Dar'Kon releases his mightest Attack! Shadow Eclipse Cannon released to impact against Chromo and cause sufficent and beautiful damage. Damage: 34,320 After releasing the attack, Dar'kon has nothing left to give. This is all of his power in one blow
Last Edit: Aug 30, 2018 16:00:01 GMT -6 by Mist: Technique Namew rong
"Yeeeeeesss!" Chromo grinned wide, eyes narrowed. This was what he was looking for! This power was sure to be a force to be reckoned with- a fitting clash for the final moments of the semi-finals! The bug touched down on the ground, two pairs of his arms held out wide as his own energy began to crackle, surging into the orange air of the setting sun. Nebula black clashed with vivid red that pierced through the shadowy facada above, small bits of Chromo's red ki falling down like stars. "HAHAHA! This is fun! You're COOL! This is what I wanted! A super coolest clash cool enough for me!" The bug complimented his foe before narrowing his gaze. "But let's see if you're just for show, dum-dum!"
Chromo held firm with his gleeful grin, raising his stubby arms high as the attack struck him from above, swirling and sparkling about with galactic arms. A pained screech briefly echoed through the arena as the attack hit it's mark... And when the black faded and the sun's orange hue took back control, there was no Chromo to be seen... If only for a moment.
"PHAHAHA! That was good!" A voice echoed from above. Red bursts of ki resounded above, crackling and twirling about like rockets heading to the stars above. Still sporting his shit-eating grin was the little bug, not much worse for wear- save for one closed black eye and some bruises dotting his shell. "But I can do better. Take notes, mister worthy opponent! It's MY turn."
The bug's wings opened as he let out another primal roar, the sound waves rippling loud in the skies above. His pupisl vanished into an abyss of red while his demonic genes bubbled to his brain's forefront, energy coursing through some budding veins on his form. He reared back as another pulse echoed far across the skies, a bang heard from across the lands below. Chromo surged down to his prey with his jaws bared, red energy coursing across his entire body. Time was up, and the timed bomb of a bug's fuses lay intact. Now it was time to see what exactly he'd been holding back.
An instant later, there was a blinding flash, like sheet-lightning, and a huge ball of varicolored fire belched upward, leaving a series of smoke-rings to float more slowly after it. That fireball flattened, then spread to form the mushroom-head of a column of incandescent gas that mounted to overtake it, engorging the smoke-rings as it rose, twisting, writhing, changing shape, turning to dark smoke in one moment and belching flame and crackling with lightning the next. This wouldn't kill Mist, of course- the bug was sure to leave some wiggle room for survival- he wanted to fight this frenemy again someday.
The smoke began to fade, and Chromo lay with his eyes narrowed as the remaining spectators that weren't blown out of their seats laid in awed silence, the clock finally ticking down the last few seconds of the match... What remained of Chromo's foe?
Chromo tanks the Shadow Eclipse Cannon! ~34% damage taken. Ouch. Demonic racial WRATH trait activated! Chromo's PL is buffed by +x1, totalling to 150,000. Chromo uses [SIG] Doomsday Raze for a whopping 199,500 PL worth of damage! Intent to K.O.
The crowd was in a complete uproar of delighted cheers, both competitors gave it there all. Of course, all good things must come to an end. Van stepped up, his card in hand. "What a match huh folks?!" a sea of applause drowned out any remaining noise. "On one hand we have the hard hitting fast acting Chromo, and on the other we have Mist with stunning shows of raw power! Only one will make it to the final though! And that is..." the beautiful Android gave a pause to allow the audience to subside into a suspenseful murmur. "And the finalist, facing off against Amber in a clash of true beauty is... Chromo!!!" An eruption of delighted shouts filled the arena, as well as a few disgruntled but still sportsmanlike groans. "Chromo! I will see you in the finals, however, don't go anywhere yet Mist. If you are interested we have a little surprise for you and our other beautiful android."
Have you ever noticed how Vanity and Humanity all share the word "anity?"