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Post by Typha on Oct 24, 2018 0:35:29 GMT -6
Typha stepped inside. It was a nice quaint bar at the end of this city. The place was filled with thug types. Covers in tattoos and smelling of just boo's. He just wanted a light drink. He'd was technically not old enough on this planet but his people drank when they turned 18 or so. So he didn't seem the problem. Not that he was going to note how old he was. He'd walk over to one of the empty spots in front of the bar itself. It was late so not many people were around. He'd nod to the bartender, "Just some wine." The man squinted his eyes at him before pouring him a glass. He'd take the drink and began to sip. It was not as good as his people's but it'd do.
Typha looked around the bar, they didn't have these types of places on Konats. They had Taverns but those were more homie. He didn't go to many. Since he was the prince back home he always got food from the royal chiefs. He never had an experience in the world. Going to places on his own, he had a semi-tight leash. Not that was bad, it made him disciplined. It made him able to apply those skills. Rigged rules on how things worked. Of course, that could not be all he learned. His thoughts shifted after that as he just sat and drank the wine. The bar was slowly getting emptier. He wondered if he'd be the last one inside.
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Post by Dosu on Oct 25, 2018 19:15:44 GMT -6
Drinking and ...
Thread PL: 20 000
Fighting is good and all, but everyone needs a moment to rest. Even that applies to an individual such as Dosu. A temporary truce from all the carnage and mayhem he handed out over the past week to take a deep breath, enjoy a few dozens of drinks and perhaps heal a little more. His condition, while not as bad as he was when he first crashed on the planet, was sadly brought to a standstill after partaking in fisticuffs a few too many times. Healed wounds would be shortly reopened or replaced by new ones and even if he was having the time of his life, now was a good time to enjoy some peace and quiet.
As if…
He slammed the door open, attracting every look in his direction. Thugs and other pitiful scoundrels tried looking tough, but Dosu was certain that none of them had experienced a real messy fight. The kind that gave scars and stories for days. Unimpressed by the intimidating figures facing towards him, he walked to the bar, meeting each and every one of their looks.
“Huh? What’re y’all lookin’ at? Hey, bartender.” He nodded at the man behind the counter, before continuing. “Give me a pint, would ya? Actually, make that two. I’m parched.”
The Heran was not asking for much, either. Prison life had made him used to alcohol made from whatever they could get their hands upon. Even the cheapest beer would be considered fancy compared to alcohol made from rotting fruits and bread. Besides him, there was a young lad sitting in front of a cup of wine. His demeanor, his clashing appearance compared to all these tattooed thugs. Not a kid from these parts, that’s for sure. He observed him for a few seconds, his lips curling in a grin.
"Wine, huh? Aren’t you a fancy one…” He took his glass and gulped it down in a second, grimacing afterward, his tongue sticking out. “Erk, that thing’s foul. Y’should thank me for not letting you drink this crap. Here.”
As the two bucks were presented to him, he took one and let it slide to his new buddy, before he started drinking his own, beer dripping from his beard. He let out a sigh of relief after placing the buck back on the bar counter.
“Aaah! Hits the spot. Hey, what’s your name, pal? If we’re gonna drink, might as well have something to call each other.”
OOC: Wine is bad. Here, take this beer instead.
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Post by Typha on Oct 25, 2018 20:27:06 GMT -6
He heard the doors open as someone entered. He'd look over his cybernetic eye scanning over the man. He had a huge battle level. Lucky he not here to look for a fight it seemed. He'd listen to the man as he seemed to order a drink. He didn't pay much mind after that till he heard him say something to him. Then his drink was gone. He'd look over annoyed though the man seemed to have bought him another drink. He had noted that what he was drinking was not good. He needed something a lot stronger. He'd give him a look before grabbing the drink he passed over. He'd look at it, a beer. He didn't normally drink beers, then agian he normally did not drink. So what was he complaining about? He'd drink some of it down looking over at Dosu. He seemed to just drink it down with no regard. He even got it on his chin. He then asked who he was, his name. "Typha." He'd said looking at Dosu, "Well, if you're going to ask me my name I shall extend the same, what is your name."
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Post by Dosu on Oct 26, 2018 22:58:40 GMT -6
Drinking and FIGHTING
Thread PL: 20 000
Not the most talkative of fellows, wasn’t he? Dosu kept drinking as he listened to the few things this Typha had to say, none of which mattered to him. As long as booze and fighting were involved, he could deal with the small talk. Now, he didn’t know for sure if that guy was simply the shy type or simply had no interest in having a conversation with him, but given his looks and the place he found himself into, odds were that he was simply a lost fool.
A mere thirty seconds after getting it, he finished his drink, wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand, hitting his empty glass against the counter with just enough force to make the bartender worry without smashing it. He glanced over at the man beside him, noticing his left eye. An accident, he supposed. Still, he inquired:
“Hey, how did you get that eye? Don’t seem like the…Ha, never mind that. You don’t seem to be the loud mouth kind o’ guy.”
That Typha, something about him bothered him. He was…so calm. Like, there was absolutely no reason to be this calm in this kind of place. That’s what irked him a little bit. As per his habits, he’d make it clear. He lifted his empty buck in the air.
“Anyway, Typha, let’s have a toast. You don’t look like you’re from here, so let me show you how we do that. That should make you a bit chattier.”
Funny thing was, he was not from this planet either. So whatever that type of toast was, he’d probably be the only one aware of it. He stood up, facing the rest of the bar, his glass still held in the air.
“Alright, you buncha ding dongs. Let’s have a toast for my buddy Typha here. He looks like a lost lamb, but I’m sure he’s a good fella. If any of you tries some funky shit, you’ll have to face me.” Booing echoed through the bar, everyone apparently disagreeing with the Heran. It didn’t matter.
“Oh shut the hell up you losers. Anyway, Typha…” He put his hand on his shoulders, with what seemed to be a genuine smile. “Here’s to you, sucka!” As he said that, his smile quickly devolved into a provocative grin, attempting to smash the buck on the stranger’s face. No matter if the hit connected or not, he then gripped Typha by his clothes and attempted to toss him across the bar, roughly aiming at the table where some thugs were drinking.
“That’s how we do things here! Let’s have a nice fight to get to know each other. I might even tell you my name if you entertain me enough!” He faced the crowd again. “As I said, y’all better leave him alone, ‘cause he’s MINE!”
And the booing quickly changed into cheering.
OOC: Dosu attempts to smash his beer glass against Typha's face and toss him across the room. Will he succeed?
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Post by Typha on Oct 27, 2018 0:21:01 GMT -6
He could hear the man smash his glass, well he thought he did at least. He'd turn to see he just slammed it down quite hard. Then he asked him why he had a robotic eye. "A lot of people ask that. I fought in a war." He'd said to Dosu. He didn't like the feeling he was getting from this guy. So he decided not to throw out where he was from. Then he'd say the two of them should have a toast. He supposed he could do that as he raised his glass to give him the toast he wanted. He had an odd bar saying. He had never heard anything like it. He also did insult him a little but he decided to ignore that.
He could hear the rumors and grunts in the crowd of the bar as if anyone had tried any funky shit they'd have to fight him. Then he felt the arm on his shoulder as he'd look over. He didn't seem to have any malice then he heard the words. As his smile faded as Typha looked on as a bottle cracked into his face. He was actually surprised, It was not just that he caught him slightly off guard but also he was just very fast. He felt some the glass stick into his face before he was lifted off the ground and chucked across the bar. He slammed into the table dropping his glass on the floor as knocked the table over. He was covered by some of their drink as he laid there for a bit before getting up. He was bleeding from his nose as he spat on the ground a glob of blood landing on the floor. His hand reached over pulling out a small shard of glass. It hurt but he had a lot worse. He had lost his eye before after all.
He made a note that they should have some fight to get to know each other. He didn't agree with that, now he was just defending himself honestly. He could just try and leave the bar but he was unsure if this Hera would let him. He noted he might tell him his name if he did a good job entertaining him. So it was some sort of game to him? Well, he picked the wrong person to fight in a bar fight. "I don't do bar fights," Typha said calmly. "I just fight." He'd move over to face Dosu. "So I hope you can take some shots," Typha said as he'd bring his leg forward as he attempted to Kick Dosu right in the jaw and knock him into the bar. Payback for his last dirty move.
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Post by Dosu on Oct 28, 2018 13:57:57 GMT -6
Drinking and FIGHTING
Thread PL: 20 000
There was silence after the initial cheering. Feeling confident, Dosu advanced slowly towards the man he had tossed across the room, waiting for him to slowly reemerge. Good thing was, that Typha guy could apparently take hits. That only widened the smile the Heran had on his face. At least, he would be able to get a good time out of this. Now, this was his idea of relaxation! Telling him to stand still wouldn’t do him any good, that’s for certain.
As Typha got back on his feet, he waited for him to walk back to him. This wasn’t just any fight. It was a proper duel between two fine gentlemen and if Dosu was more of the kind that struck before declaring war, he could only show respect to a war veteran! The goal was for them to enjoy themselves, not to kill each other mindlessly. That could wait another day. He noticed the shards of glass in his face, the sight of blood sliding down his cheek and from his nose only making him more willing to go all out. He grew impatient, but eventually, they were face-to-face again. His apparent calmness ticked him off a little, but what he said more than made up for it. With a genuine laugh, he replied.
“Hah! Now that’s what I wanna see! Come on, mister war vet., show me how you fight! Better not disappoint me!”
Maybe if he had shut his mouth instead of provoking, he would have seen the kick coming straight at his jaw. Instead, he took the hit and was sent flying, his back hitting violently against the shelves on which the bottles stood. He fell on the ground behind the bar, many bottles falling along with him and smashing against the floor. He stood there for a while, a bit stunned. He was also bleeding from his lip, a large cut made from the kick, he could only assume. He wiped the blood with his thumb, laughing again.
“Hahaha! Great! No bar fights, heh? I’ll tell you something, boy…”
He took a bottle laying on the ground beside him, removing the cap and taking a few swigs from it before pouring some on his lip wound to disinfect it. He got back on his feet promptly before lunging at him, attempting a punch at his face.
“..In my book, ain’t no such thing as a bad fight! As long as you enjoy yourself, what’s to hate?”
It was a rather selfish view of things, but trying to talk some sense to this Heran would only result in utter failure. No matter if the punch was blocked or hit his target, Dosu would quickly follow up with a swift combination of punches and kicks, disregarding his own defense in the process.
“Come on, now, let’s see just how much you can take it! Let’s duke it out, Typha!”
He ended his attack with a punch, stronger than the others, to his stomach. Following his plan, if the attack did, in fact, land, he would grab his hair with both hands and drive his head down towards his rising knee before tossing him again across the room.
OOC: Dosu uses [N1] Assault and Battery: A brutal rush of punches and kicks strictly aiming at the target's vital organs to cause as much pain as possible.
6 600 PL damage going towards Typha
2/3 KP
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Post by Typha on Oct 28, 2018 14:18:15 GMT -6
He'd not admit it out loud but it felt good to kick the man in the jaw and send him flying. After what he did to him he deserved that much. The Hera wanted to know how he fought through. That was curious, too bad he didn't have his sword. He could carve him out like a cold turkey. Still, that was not the time for it. He could see the blood from Dosu. Guess he got him pretty good. He watched Dosu grab a bottle and take a swig. He was lucky he didn't kick him midway through doing that. Then he attacked swinging a fist at Typha face. Typha put both arms up blocking the blow. He'd slid back from the force of it looking on surprised on how strong this guy was. If he didn't get a weapon he might have been in trouble. Then the trouble started.
He'd saw the barrage of blows and knew there was trouble brewing. He'd wave his hand in front of him getting down as a ward of ki surrounded his body. The shield would absorb the blows as he stood there thinking on what he wanted to do. This guy was no joke. Each blow he threw was like getting hit by a freight train. Fighting him without a weapon was a no go. His skill was not in hand to hand combat. Plus he did say it was a bar fight. There were no real rules. His final blow shattered his shield as he'd leap away landing near one of the pool tables. He'd grab a pool cue spinning it around. It was not his normal weapon but he could use it as a weapon. He'd spin it around above his head making sure not to hit anyone as he approached back on the battlefield. "I'm going to fight you seriously. I'm a weapon master you see. Well, more of a sword master but this should do for now." He'd spin it around agian swinging in an attempt to clip Dosu in the jaw before spinning around hoping to use that blow to make him lose focus so he could slam his foot into his so that he'd stay at a close range of him. He knew it could backfire but he also knew at close range he'd be able to use his eye's and his refxles to hopefully avoid some blows.
Technique Name: N1: Konstian Ward
Description: Typha raises his arm and forms a green energy barrier around himself. Through some proper Ki Manipulation, you've gained the ability to summon a barrier made of Ki! Protects you with power equal to 33% of your current PL. If an opposing technique beats your barrier, and the Barrier user is within 65% of the attack's PL, the damage is halved. (IE: If a Ki Barrier had 2,000 PL, and was broken by a 3,000 PL attack, the bleed-through damage would be 500 PL instead of 1,000). If the Barrier user is lower than 65% of the incoming attack, the damage reduction is only 25%.
So I take zero Damage.
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Post by Dosu on Oct 29, 2018 15:35:10 GMT -6
Drinking and FIGHTING
Thread PL: 20 000
As soon as he felt his fist hitting against the barrier, he knew he had strength in his favor. Maybe it was intimidation or pure power, but Typha felt as though he needed to protect himself completely from these punches. That’s why he didn’t say anything and instead focused on getting through that barrier. As the protection collapsed, Typha distanced himself from Dosu, making clear of what his strengths were. Weaponmaster, heh? If that meant he could fight with his full potential, heck, he could even use a nuke for all he cared! All the Heran wanted was a good match. As long as Typha did his part, it was fine by him.
“Bring it on, then! If you think that wooden stick will do you any good, then it’s all game, boy! Just don’t leave me hanging!”
His adversary swinging that thing around proved to be harder than he thought. After all, they were confined to the limits of the bar and as the fight went on, it became easier to slip on a puddle of beer or hit a broken table. He could keep his distances from him using attacks with his pole, but he was fairly certain that Typha could very well deal with him getting in close range as well. He played it defensively a bit, barely dodging the strike aimed at his jaw, grazing it a little. I felt little pain and before he knew, the pool cue had effectively wounded him. That hit demonstrated to say that this guy’s claim was no mere boast.
And Dosu enjoyed every second of it.
A foe that could keep him on his toe was not seen so often. He saw the man closing in on him and dodged his foot by jumping back and performing a backflip, landing on a table. He grabbed a glass full of liquid, most likely alcohol and threw it at him.
“Ah, if you think we’re gonna play by your rules because you have the bigger stick! You’ve yet to understand what you’ve gotten yourself into!”
He swiftly made acquaintance with his surrounding, trying to find something that could be used to help him gain the upper hand in this situation. That glass wouldn’t be of much use besides getting him a bit wet. Finding nothing that would be useful, he instead opted for the nearest thing: a big guy sitting at the said table.
“C’mere you big twat!”
Effortlessly, he lifted up the huge guy by the collar of his jacket before chucking him at Typha. His massive body created a screen that allowed the Heran to get out of sight momentarily, just long enough so he could get behind his opponent in one swift movement, preparing to hit him with the biggest haymaker he could muster straight under his ribs.
“Tell me how you like this one!”
He stepped back afterward, wiping the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand.
OOC: One big punch incoming!
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Post by Typha on Oct 29, 2018 19:22:52 GMT -6
Dosu seemed to not think much of his weapon he was now using. That would be a mistake on his head. Though he didn't have much experience with it he had the idea of a staff. This was not a staff sure but it was the same idea for maximum defensive coverage it was to be spun around and meant to keep someone at an arm's length away to not allow them to strike. His first blow he did feel he hit something but not well. He knew that not be enough to put down his foe. Before he gets close, however, Dosu backed up. That surprised, he seemed the brawler type. Yet, Dosu must have been smarter than that. Prehaps he knew what he was aiming for. This might of been harder then he thought. Then the man chucked a beer bottle. Typha spun his weapon swatting the bottle with careful strength as it was knocked into the wall some of the content did splash on him but he avoided the glass.
Still, that seemed to be what Dosu needed. A bit of time to figure out a plan. His robotic eye focused on him, he knew there may be some tricks going on. This was a brawl after all. According to Dosu himself, anything was going to be allowed. So he may have tried something Barbaric. He talked about something about rules as he frowned, "As I said I don't fight in bar fights. I just fight." He'd clarified to Dosu agian. Dosu had attacked him and he was going to defend himself. Using a weapon was his best way to do that. Then he did his trick. He saw him pick up a man and use him as a human shield. The man was too tall, so he could not see anything behind him. His robotic eye beeped his scouter function keeping him in the loop where Dosu went. So far he stayed in the same spot untill he threw the man.
Typha stepped toward his right to avoid the man as his eye beeped widely in a warning for what was coming. He'd slowly move as his eye told him he was right behind him. He could not turn around in time but he could see the fist at the corner of his eye aimed for his ribs. He dropped one arm to down to block it with his arm. He felt the shock go up to his arm as he felt the haymaker first hand. Blocking it seemed of a less good idea and more of the only action he could have done not to have a pair of broken ribs. He flew back into a nearby wall from the force holding his arm. It was sore as fuck. Another blow like that to his arm and he might have been in trouble. He'd flick his finger to his robotic eye. That had really saved him from that one. Typha launched forward with the weapon swinging it at his left leg full force. If he did hit the weapon would break in two the top half flying into the ground from the force his blow had been swung with at Dosu's leg.
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Post by Dosu on Oct 31, 2018 1:53:22 GMT -6
Drinking and FIGHTING
Thread PL: 80 000 (x4P)
That man, he was stronger than he had initially anticipated. Be it for that bionic eye of his or simply due to his own talent, he managed to block the blow Dosu had prepared for him. Although it seemed the man hadn’t totally come out of this unscathed, he managed to keep damage to a minimum and now Dosu wouldn’t be able to play the same trick twice. That didn’t deter the Heran in the slightest, however. On the contrary, this fight only made him happier, seeing such a worthy opponent before him made his blood run even faster, his brain sending shocks throughout his whole body; he was excited and from what he had seen, he could cut loose completely without ending the fight quickly.
“Aight! Warm-up’s over, boy. You’re good and you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. But that ain’t enough for me. I need something MORE.”
As greedy as he was, Dosu wouldn’t be content with a simple spar. If Typha was the fighter he claimed to be then, for sure, he’d know what made a good fight! Fighting to survive, that’s where they truly shined and if he was a little like him, then he too would enjoy every second of it.
Giving in to his thirst for violence, Dosu’s body began to bulk up by itself, observing the man attempting a strike with his makeshift weapon. As he closed in on him, the Heran didn’t attempt to move. Instead, he braced himself, taking the hit to his leg, gritting his teeth as the pool cue shattered upon impact. Certainly, the hit would leave a mark. Due to the pain and the ongoing transformation, the Heran wasn’t thinking straight. His eyes now bloodshot, he broke into laughter, his brain now associating the very concept of pain with pleasure. He kept bulking, his clothes eventually becoming a tight fit on him. His grin became ominous, his thoughts now dyed in red.
“HAHAHAHA. That hurts, boy. We’re done playing. NOW WE FIGHT.”
He rushed in without warning, now even faster than before. Breaking everything in his wake, the Heran went for heavy strikes this time around, combining them in a destructive rush that if not countered, would certainly spell the end of the now weaponless warrior. Every hit was aimed at a place that would either kill or cripple him, from vital or sensitive organs to the joints of his body. However, before he could proceed to the finishing blows, the wound on his leg made him flinch, stunning him for a short period of time that would allow Typha to create some distance. Even with a wooden stick, he had managed to hurt him that much. He made a mental note to never let him touch him with an actual blade.
OOC: Ultraviolence used (x4P)
PL is now 80 000
And he's using his [UP2] Assault and battery for a rush of kicks and punches.
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Post by Typha on Nov 2, 2018 21:54:57 GMT -6
The man seemed in his rhythm now. The fight was going to more intense soon. He could understand that from his fighting words. He'd have to be on his guard or else he'd get caught by something big. Then his scouter beeped. The man began to bulk up as he brought the pool cue into his leg. It broke apart and to his surprise, his scouter reading was climbing far too high to be some normal power boost. He was powering up to almost 4 times his normal level! He looks up as with his good eye he saw that man's eye had become bloodshot. He'd kick back as he got the final reading. <80,000> Appeared in his eyes with all the warning and labels he needed to know this was not some fancy trick. He was about to get knocked out if he didn't power up. An aura surrounded him as his hair all of a sudden turned a light pink.
The ground broke under him as he powered up as the man got up right in his face before he could do much else. He only had one single choice. He'd of normally saved this but he had just transformed. He didn't have the focus to pull up a shield nor did he had a weapon. He'd need to use his eyes. All of a sudden a set of angles appeared on his scouter eye screen to avoid the incoming shots. He hoped this would be right or else he'd be in for a pounding. With his eyes, however, he'd dodge every single blow by the skin of his teeth each one. When he was about to run of breath the man seemed stunned from his attack earlier. Typha used that to kick back and avoid a crippling strike.
Typha looked at his eye as it began to buzz and wizz. It'd be out of charge for a good 24 hours. It was toast for the rest of his fight. He could see a fient blackness at the side of his face. He could still see but it was still powering back on So his sight was going to be shit for the time being. Lucky he didn't plan to get close after that. He had underestimated Dosu greatly. He'd still seem with his good eye through. With not much accuracy he'd chuck the broken pool cue like a spear at Dosu though the aim was off. Dosu would probably easily be able to dodge it. That was fine though. He'd flip a table over after that. This would not miss as easily. He'd kick the table full force sending it flying into hopefully anyway, Dosu to knock him away so he could recover his sight.
Technique Name: (Sig) Radar
Description: His robotic eye has been calibrated thanks to the technology of Konstian salvaged from the creature they destoyed to detect an incoming life threating attack before it is fired. This allows him to dodge any attack less than 100 percent of his power free of cost.
Kp:3/3
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Post by Dosu on Nov 5, 2018 1:10:14 GMT -6
Drinking and FIGHTING
Thread PL: 80 000 (x4P)
It would be a lie to say that Dosu was not taken aback by Typha dodging his hits so easily. Too focused on his attack, he failed to see his transformation, although he saw him powering up. In fact, he had simply thought the alien was bracing for impact but through some show of rapidity and skill, he evaded every single hit the Heran threw at him. He gritted his teeth at first, but that look of concern quickly changed into a smile with Dosu really glad he had come across such an interesting one. He would have no time to think about it, however, as Typha threw the pool cue in his direction.
With a swift movement, Dosu sidestepped the projectile and even went as far as to grab it mid-flight, although this would prove to be a horrible mistake. As soon as he got his hand upon the broken stick, he heard a thump and as he glanced over in Typha’s general direction, he was faced by an enormous mass coming in his direction. Even with his senses heightened, he took a few moments to recognize the table that had been flipped and not knowing how to properly act in this circumstance, he did the only thing he knew. He powered through the table, breaking it right in the middle before throwing both halves to the side.
While he managed to get through this attack, he was unable to counterattack. Typha had left his field to vision, creating some distance between them. When he finally looked at him again, he could see his hair had changed a little, but nothing more.
“Haha. I’m glad I got to find someone like you. Certainly the most resistance I’ve had in a while if you don’t count those pesky Saiyans. I’m getting fired up right there, you better show me something nice. Don’t disappoint me, Typha!”
He immediately followed with a ki blast to occupy him for a while. In reality, he was preparing for something even greater.
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Post by Typha on Nov 5, 2018 18:20:17 GMT -6
The table seemed to connect as he held his eyes. He still could not see on one side which was really not good. If he was going to fight Dosu he was going to need sight. He was also going to need a weapon. He'd look around with his good eye though he didn't see much. He turned back focusing on Dosu. He needed to at least one eye on him since he only had that one eye he was going to be in for a struggle. Dosu had some things to say as he seemed pretty fired up. Other then the Saiyans he had not faced a stronger foe. He'd grunt as he got up as a ki blast came right at him. His hand launched forward in front of himself catching the blast. He slowly slides back. He was going to send it into the air but he didn't damage the bar as he took the blast flying into the wall. He'd slump down covered in his some burns.
As he sat there he hears the whirling of his mechanical Eye. It was finally back. Not like it took so much time in the first place he just knew if Dosu had figured out he was blind then he'd be in trouble. Still, he was going to need a weapon to fight back. A real blade. Then he came to mind. He'd walk past to the bartender. He'd look around. He heard bars sometimes served food. He'd pat around a bit not finding anything nearby before walking towards someone in a crowd. He seemed to be leaving. However, he was heading towards the back of the bar to find the Kitchen so he could get some Kitchen knives. Dosu prob could put two and two together so he could follow him. He also knew their bar fight was getting too intense so it was time to move it "Come on blue guy!" He'd call out, "Just wait right their, you fat slob." This was to get him to follow him out of anger. When he got them he'd find two Kitchen knives spinning them in his hands. These should work well enough. He'd be ready for Dosu next time.
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Dosu
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Post by Dosu on Nov 10, 2018 22:01:44 GMT -6
Drinking and FIGHTING
Thread PL: 80 000 (x4P)
What’s that now? Typha was escaping? Was he scared of the sudden increase in power of the Heran? Did he wish to avoid unnecessary damage to the bar and its patrons? Most of them had fled already and the few remaining ones had either lost consciousness due to the collateral damage or were simply reveling in the chaos and carnage taking place in the bar. Dosu took a moment to scout his surroundings, noticing how the bar was basically a wreck at this point, with tables and chairs broken in every corner of the place; people buried under the debris while the cheering few were distancing themselves to make sure they wouldn’t get caught in the fight. The good thing was the bar still had its four walls mostly undamaged by the fight. This was about to change, however, as the Heran was now getting rather impatient. He wanted his next move to be the last one and he’d make sure Typha didn’t get the chance to go away until he was lying on the ground, unconscious. Even after he waited a few seconds, there was no sign of his opponent. Was he waiting for him to fall into his trap? Hah! He wouldn’t get the luxury of playing on his own term.
“What’s wrong, kid? We playin’ hide and seek now? Alright, I’ll come for you.”
He’d come for him, but in no way was he going to become prey to whatever scheme the alien was up to. He’d go all out for the sake of ending the fight with his next blow. Focusing all of his energy into fueling his lust for battle, he grew even larger than before, the scent of blood driving him into a ravenous rampage. He heard the insults and watched the way that led in the kitchen behind the bar. Did he expect him to go through there? No, he’ll make his own path to get to him.
“YOU READY?” he growled at the intention of Typha, his breath now fast and profound, going faster and faster as spasms ran through his muscles. He wished for blood and the simple thought of it almost drove him to act. Dosu had only the strength to keep himself from acting purely on instincts alone. “DIIE!!”
In one swift motion, he charged at the wall, exploding it with the full force of his punch. As debris flew everywhere in the kitchen, Dosu had but a fraction of a second to get his opponent into view before continuing his course in his direction. He had noticed the knives he was holding, but he didn’t care. He could stab him all he wanted, that would not stop him in the slightest. With both of his arms in front of him, he’d protect the most vital areas of his body, namely his heart and face. The rest was all game, however. Then, he’d grab Typha by the collar of his shirt, no matter how wounded he was. In fact, the amount of adrenaline released in his body made him completely oblivious to the very concept of pain. Once he had a good hold of his opponent, the Heran jerked his head back before ramming it straight on Typha’s forehead in what was a skull-shattering headbutt. After that, he let go of him, stunned by his own attack for a while.
[UT] Bloodlust as ben used. (+x1 to offensive and -X3 to defensive PL )
Vigor (+x2 offensive pl) used New PL: 140 000/20 000
[MP3] Assault and battery (flavored as one giant headbutt) used.
140 000 PL in damage coming towards Typha.
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Typha
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Post by Typha on Nov 10, 2018 23:00:44 GMT -6
His scouter was still picking up Dosu but he was not coming. He had to wait. Something was coming. He heard Dosu's voice as he yelled out if he was ready. He'd turn to where he heard it. He still had not entered. He didn't feel right and his eye began to pick up some odd fluctuation of his power. His 80,000 had risen to 140,000! Typha turned his head. The wall burst open as he looked shocked at the far larger Dosu. He'd not realize he was far slower now. Still, with the distance between them, he'd have no time to dodge. He tensed up. He had never seen such power. He felt himself being grabbed. He'd watch as Dosu head came back. He'd tensed his body up. His family had trained for this. He remembered when he lost his eyes. He remembered learning to absorb the impacts of blows to take the damage later. He was going to need that now so he literally didn't lose his head to the headbutt.
He felt a huge shock through his system. He'd smash into the ground making a small crater where he landed. He could not believe what had just happened. He was worried he had just had his head blown off. It was still their though. He was alive. Barely. His robotic eye fell out of his eye reaveling a gaping hole that tore towards the back of his head. Where he lost his eyes in the war. He watched as half of the world vanished in front of him. His eye had been badly damaged. Yet, he'd survive. Dosu was right in front of him. The Hera looked almost stunned. Typha slowly got up as his vision was blurry. Maybe he had a concussion? He could not be sure but man did that Hera has a hard head. Typha tightened his fists as he drops one of the knives.
"That hurt." he'd breathed in harshly in and out. He'd move one hand down trying to find his eye. He'd grab it after some time and pull it. "Your the first person to see my face without the eye." he'd laugh a bit. He'd point a finger to the hole. "You wanted a fight? I took your best shot. Here's mine." He'd flexed his hand back as he put his robotic eye back into place. It had no glow to it anymore and the glass was shattered. He'd have to fix it after this. The Kitchen knife he picked up he spun it in his hand before swinging it out to across Dosu chest. With that the hope was Dosu would go down or at least be hurt badly. If this was Dosu true power then he'd need to after this as he'd stand little chance.
DURABILITY: Your character is hardened and strong enough to survive in the void of space. Tough as nails, you can reduce the damage of a taken attack by 33% once per thread. 140,000-46,666=93,333 Damage about 100 percent. Badly Damaged Typha tries to finsh this off with an Mp3: Ultimate Ki Slash- Typha Swings as hard as he could with all his energy in the attack. This Deals 100 Percent Damage. So 96,000 Damage heading Dosu way for the Ko
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