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Post by Polbo on Nov 26, 2018 19:19:38 GMT -6
It was time for round two to finally begin! It'd taken a bit of extra time to sort out some things with the insurance company after a certain Oozaru had lost control of himself and nearly killed an audience member, but some 'persuasion' was all it had taken for them to agree to continue the tournament, and Polbo walked out onto the stadium grounds in front of the roaring crowd with a smile on her face, and her microphone in her hand. "Hello, everybody!" she bellowed into the microphone, her voice projected across the stadium. "Welcome to round two of the tournament! Let's not keep you waiting any longer, and introduce our two fighters today!" Polbo turned towards the jumbotron that hung over the stadium, and as a brief fanfare played, two images and names appeared on the screen.
"This match features the ferocious and merciless demon you all saw destroy that poor Saiyan in the first round: Sensoa!" Polbo announced, the crowd cheering just loud enough to not entirely drown out her voice as she continued. "And he'll be facing the big, blue Heran who devastated the healer Namekian last round: the masked Usod! Let's give these fighters our best wishes, and hope for a damn good fight from the two of them!" After she finished, Polbo made her way off the side of the battlefield into the judge's box, where she could watch with general safety. She had high hopes for this round!
TAGS: Sensoa | Dosu
OOC NOTES: battle of the anger issues
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 26, 2018 23:47:43 GMT -6
Sensoa stood on the stage, his posture lax despite being ready for a tournament. Truth be told he had grown tired of this whole thing. The demon had a bored expression on his face, looking at the crowd while he waited for the match to begin. He could sense his opponent was his equal in strength, so it would probably be a good fight but... he just didn't have the urge to fight anymore. After all that had happened, he was just feeling to passive to muster up the will to really do anything. It was when the other was introduced the fighter he would be facing. A healer namekian, why did that seem familiar to Sensoa.
He then remembered Chime, the one who had healed his arm when he had over exerted himself. He would look down at his arm as the woman got to her stand, the scar running up from his wrist to his elbow and a massive blemish on his forearm. He needed to thank that Namekian someday, and a faint smile formed on his face. He owed that namekian for showing him the basics for meditating and helping him when he needed it. At least that had been a plus for this week, but the rest of it was sucking pretty bad. With a long drawn out sigh, the demon got into position as he waited for his opponent.
Barban sat in the stands towards the back, watching his charge into into position. Truth be told if they hadn't healed up before this fight, Sensoa would have been forced to forfeit but that was an outcome happily avoided, or so Barban had thought. Sensoa clearly lacked motivation to fight, the demon was not happy or was suffering from lack of confidence? Perhaps he was just unable to muster the will to want this fight. Barban placed a hand to his chin in thought, knuckle to his mouth as he thought of what the demon could be thinking at this moment. He didn't think Sensoa could win this fight if the large demon couldn't muster the will to open the seals. It wasn't looking good and the battle hadn't even started. He could only hope his opponent could stir something within Sensoa or this would be a one sided fight.
PL: 30,000
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Dosu
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ LITE TO FRIMAS
PL: 176,450
Seething Savagery (x4P) Super Heran (x18/x16T)
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Post by Dosu on Nov 28, 2018 23:31:27 GMT -6
|Round 2| Dosu's PL: 30 000
The previous match had concluded on a bad note, Dosu felt. Things were just getting very interesting and then that woman had to interrupt them in the middle of their manly fight. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, unsatisfied after such a promising fight was cut short due to time restrictions. Maybe he’d try to track him down for an eventual rematch, this time without any kind of stupid restrictions. Even while going to the waiting room, Dosu kept thinking of his previous opponent, especially what he said after the match had ended. Was he all that serious about this god…guardian…whatever the hell that was? He had met quite a number of lunatics in his time and this one seemed a little too sane to just spout out such nonsense, even when fueled by adrenaline. Maybe thinking about it for too long was not a wise decision either. Getting too much into stuff he could barely make sense of would prove fruitless.
He watched the remaining fights with a distracted eye, noticing that the stronger fighters had quite a lot of experience, more than he would have thought, even. Apparently, the so-called heroes that had liberated Satan City were also participating in the tournament. They had many supporters and the Heran wanted to test his strength against them. With some luck, he might just be able to fight the one participating in the same bracket as him.
After some time, the second round finally began. They called his name and he entered the fighting stage, taking his time and eventually arriving after his opponent. He had seen his fight earlier; in fact, it was the one just before his. Some drama happened over some ridiculous mistake and finally, the dark guy had won over that useless Saiyan. He did vaguely remind him of someone, yet he couldn’t exactly remember who. That didn’t matter, however, as the outcome was already decided. Before starting the fight, he wanted to make something clear from the get-go.
“Hey. I saw what you did in your match before. I tend to get a little passionate when I fight, so please don’t start crying again if I break a rule or two in the heat of the moment as you did earlier, okay? I’d hate to see such a big boy like you sulking because things are not going your way, y’see.”
They announced the beginning of the fight and Dosu immediately lunged at his opponent, trying to land a few hits in weak spots such as the head, the neck, and the chest, near the place his heart should be. They were not big hits by any means, it was mostly a warm-up of sorts to get to know his adversary.
A few punches to start things off.
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Nov 29, 2018 13:09:13 GMT -6
Sensoa was prepared for someone different, another human or saiyan. What he got was someone else completely, a face he didn't expect to see. The familiar blue face from when he had his bonds broken and was set free. The demon's guard lowering a moment as he was simply taken by complete surprise to see the man so soon. The individual didn't seem to know who Sensoa was however, speaking of his battle with the saiyan which he simply just made an annoyed "tch" at as his opponent rushed him at the sound of the bell. They were straight forward strikes to spots most would consider weak spots, his strikes coming in a way Sensoa could easily block or parry. The blows only striking the demon's guard or just being knocked away as he focused on defending himself. It was when he saw an opening the demon would form a fist and attempt the same upper cut the "Heran", as the announcer called him, had given him when they first met. A blow meant to knock the breath from his opponent from a low strike.
Sensoa then would follow this up with a spin, his tail coming around for a blow to the waist should the Heran's guard be raised to protect the head. He knew the strength of his opponent, or well the strength he had shown back then. Those blows however were heavy but he could defend against them now. It was a satisfying feeling to see progress being made, a good thing to feel when he could see that he kept finding opponents out of his league. To see the progress he had made was refreshing, or well at the very least being able to see that his opponent was not able to completely outclass him like last time. Sensoa's feet coming to a sliding halt as he got into position once more after his spinning tail attack. He didn't simply let it die off there however, soon rushing forward to unleash a straight forward punch, but this was a feint. Yet another reminder if the Heran could to when they had fought earlier but Sensoa didn't believe the Heran would remember their battle. It had been completely worthless to even remember for the victor. He understood that better than anyone.
The feint would turn into the jaw on his shoulder opening up to reveal a ki blast, a sort of wave of energy not in the form of a ball or beam but a tidal wave of energy. He hoped to raise the Heran's guard so he could bring his knee up which had been behind him due to the angle of his feint and how he had to turn his shoulder. His body had been turned to the side on this angle but now if the Heran's guard was up, Sensoa had baited such a thing in hopes he could get a knee to the Heran's ribs.
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