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Post by Hale on Feb 3, 2019 12:06:01 GMT -6
Muscle Tower was built and running smoothly, the stage was literally and figuratively build and set for the tournament, and things were so far going smoothly. Aside from the one strange red creature that had shown up and lost an impromptu flex off with him, no one seemed too interested in what was going on or try to stop or make any claims on the desert at large. The more Hale built the more he wanted to expand, but there was one issue that was stuck in his mind like a thorn since he had first started; a half built or half destroyed building he saw nearly a month ago that he hadn't cared enough until now to give much attention to. It was far enough from Muscle Tower not to cause issues, but with the WTF members seemingly scouting the area as of late he assumed they would likely be giving the place a look sooner or later as well. It took Hale about one large jump from the top of Muscle Tower to find the location he had seen previously, though given the way he usually traveled he rarely ran across, and given the time he had seen it last it looked as if someone was repairing it. Unfortunately for whoever that was they lived near Hale and his curiosity. Without thinking much about his landing, Hale came down on top of a rebuilt section of the building and instead of coming to a stop he went right through the ceiling and landed inside wherever this was to see people inside repairing whatever this structure was, and just stood there with wide-eyes staring around. "Uh, sorry about that.", with the sun shining through the rather large hole down on him.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 4, 2019 3:52:41 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 In the few months following a brutal attack staged by some rogue unidentified saiyans, the Diablo Desert operations center had been slowly undergoing reconstruction. After the attack at the Northern Base that the public had now rather amusingly dubbed the 'Large Camp' the majority of repairmen stationed in the Diablo were quickly transferred out to the camp in order to get it back in operating condition as quickly as possible. But recently, a slow trickle of workers had been transferred back into the desert, many on request to avoid the bone-chilling temperatures of the northern mountains. How they would choose the scorching heat over the pleasant tingle of the cold was totally beyond Chill, but alas, the transfers were approved. But that left a bigger dilemma added to Chill's list of things to deal with; someone would have to oversee the transfer and approve of the reconstruction methods in place, assess the budget, approve requisitions for additional tools and or funding, et cetera... It was rather dull. So there he was, draped in a damp desert shawl across his shoulders to help mediate the discomfort of the blistering heat as he strolled through damaged halls and barked demands at various workers throughout the structure. His day was lining up to be rather lacking in anything stimulative, even with the occasional glance at the new structure that had arose in the desert since the attack here. Then there was a loud clang of metal, and a scatter of dust and sand that sputtered around a corner just a few meters ahead of Chill. "This will be interesting..." He rolled his eyes, reaching up to click on his scouter and assess what might be the cause of the damages as he slowly strolled over. Then he stopped. There was a very large power signature standing right where the noise should have came from. It stood at about 70,000, and from the lack in fluctuation it could be assumed that whomever this was they were not transformed, or were suppressed. Saiyans?As he pondered, he noticed the workers in the metal shaft around him looked absolutely frantic, each wearing utility scouters of their own that had also seemed to pick up the number. "Carry on!" He shouted to the workers, with a dismissive gesture of his palm as he headed to turn the corner, and found himself face to face with a burly arcosian figure. A pleasant surprise, as they seemed to apologize as they stood in the spotlight created by the beating sun above. "No need for an apology, my friend. Allow me to introduce myself." He decided it would be best if he withheld his title of Director. He did not yet know if this was a rebel, or if the stranger held some other kind of allegiance. "Lord Chill, of clans Frigid and Cold..." His introduction was coupled with a graceful curtsy, followed by a bow of the head. Pulling upright, he upturned his palm in gesture to the aventurine body gems. "...and who might you be?"
KP: 3/3 hi thereHale |
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Post by Hale on Feb 4, 2019 11:47:50 GMT -6
Oh yeah, PL oops.
70,000
Hale was unsure why people were glaring, staring, and running about in some cases like they were despite the few he had seen, but he often forgot how big he was even in his suppressed form, and his sudden entrance likely spooked people a bit. He stood there dusting himself off and was looking up and around, and again up as he wasn't sure if he should stay and try to find a way to look around or just leave out of sheer embarrassment from crashing through the roof like a big oaf. He tried to wave towards a few people before getting strange looks from them and little more, but in a short amount of time he was surprisingly greeted with a much more calm and even pleasant tone from surprisingly another Arcosian. His eyes weren't quite adjusted from the much brighter light from outside and he was squinting heavily with a wave, stepping out of the ray from the hole above, and looking himself over for a moment reflexively. "Oh, hi there."
He reached out his hand to shake with a fairly embarrassed look. "Yeah, Sorry about the hole anyways, I didn't realize what I was landing on until I went through it." He had given a light smile as a simple respectful greeting, but it faded some, not to anything hostile or angry, but a bit of surprise as his arm just hung there in the air before, during or after any sort of physical greeting and stared. Did this guy just introduce himself as...there was no way this was...Here in the desert where he had built his tower and his home, right under his feet for who knows how long stood the one he had heard about from multiple sources, most notably members of the WTF in Kraktus and Sensoa previously. "I'm Hale of...uh...", he simply rubbed the back of his neck for a moment, still completely caught of guard by Chill's introduction and his was plastered obviously across his face as he suddenly spoke up as if cutting himself off almost. "So you're Chill huh? Gotta admit I'm not real sure how to react here. I've heard a lot about you from a lot of conflicting sources to be blunt." His tone was completely calm, but his speech patterns were completely different from those of Chill, sounding almost more like a human in how he spoke than the stereotypical Arcosian.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 10, 2019 0:12:45 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 A clanless Arcosian was not exactly something worth reverence, but this one did seem to hold substantial power worthy of respect. So when he rubbed at the back of his neck and trailed for a moment, Chill held back any sort of remark on his lineage. So, it seemed that there was no cause for indulging in a facade today. Whoever this figure was, they knew exactly what den they had been stepping into, and what great beast ruled over it. With a smile, he tilted his head ever so slightly and rose a brow. "Oh, so you've heard of me? How lovely."Moving closer, Chill gestured to the recreation room across the hall from them. "Perhaps you'd like to join me for tea? I'd love to hear what you know of me. It's always so nice to hear what word goes around about yourself, don't you agree?" The Arcosian in his company seemed confused and battered back by Chill's forward attitude. Hopefully his pleasantries could keep him on his toes long enough to pry a little. Turning back to his men, he shot a composed glare to the tall gelboian that was in charge of the workforce repairing the damage nearby. They had all been staring up from their work, haphazardly slamming down on nails they couldn't see or drilling a few millimeters off as a result. "What are you all staring at! It's rude to gawk, and we're entertaining a guest. Get back to work!" Stepping to the door, he clicked it open and wandered through. There was little doubt in his mind that the Arcosian would follow his offer, if not out of bewilderment or confusion than out of curiosity alone. "Come along then, Monsieur Hale. If tea is not your preference, I'm sure we can find something to your liking." He beckoned back at him, his tail snaking its way through as he disappeared beyond the door frame and moved to the small kitchenette to make himself a tea.
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Post by Hale on Feb 10, 2019 13:55:00 GMT -6
Hale simply gave a heavy nod and crossed his arms, looking over Chill more thoroughly now that they had exchanged introductions. "Heard of you from a few people to be fair. A guy with a tentacle face named Kraktus I believe it was and some have robot Arcosian calling himself Iron were the two that were the most open about info that wasn't simply saying how evil or whatever you were." He had know doubt Chill was familiar with both names, but Hale was mostly curious how he might react to knowing people were talking about him at all. His brow raised as Chill took a step forward, looking down at him and then over as he motioned towards a room, shrugging a bit and heading that direction. It was likely better than standing under an open hole he had unintentionally created.
"I'm not much of a tea guy, but you go right ahead." He followed in all the same, looking over the few workers he saw, simply giving a nod or a wave depending, long since used to any odd looks or stares regardless of how he felt about them. He hadn't responded purposely just yet as he wasn't sure what exactly to say given some of it wasn't exactly the nicest of things and some of it he had frankly forgotten, so he was simply stalling for as long as he could manage without it being noticeable. Once inside the thankfully well lit room, he let his guard down a bit, looking around curiously, but constantly going back to watching Chill carefully. Hale might have heard a lot about him but there was absolutely no reason to trust him, and as he learned many times over, size and stature was no measure of one's power so he had to keep on his toes just in case.
His silence by this point might have bordered on awkward, but it was broken a bit suddenly as he spoke up. "I'm not really sure where to start as far as what I know or what I've heard. I've heard you are smart but not exactly the most kind of people, maybe even ruthless to a degree. I heard about you killing and being a part of killing two Arcosians in what I can only refer to as a moronic attack on one of your camps up North. Kraktus at the very least seems to find you to be a pretty good leader. I guess where I started is the best way to summarize what I've heard which is your smarts but willing to do just about anything." His eyes never moved from Chill as he spoke, whether he looked back or not. "I will also say I'm on edge here talking to you. I always imagined if the two of us ever met it would unfortunately end up being under really crappy circumstances or some sort of big fight. So if I act a bit, uh...awkward here, that's why." Hale was blunt most of the time, and this case was no different. He didn't mind telling it how he saw it and telling someone exactly how he felt. It had worked for him so far, and when it didn't he didn't care enough to stop.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 12, 2019 1:41:39 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Upright in the kitchen, heating a kettle slowly with the heat of his own fingertip out of some weird niche preference for the subtle difference in taste, Chill eyed Hale as he entered and followed him along as he traced his away around. With the water now just beyond boiling, he grabbed what he needed to quickly make some traditional Arcosian snow berry tea and took a quick sip to affirm his own skill. "Aaah... utter perfection."Pacing his way across the room, cautious so as to not spill his tea, and turned on his heel and slid into a seating booth at the edge of the room. He thought it might ease his companion more if he had the seat in the open rather than pinned to the wall. Sitting his tea down, he gestured with his eyes for Hale to sit with him. He had heard what the burly Arcosian had said about him, while he was making the tea. He had been waiting until he was comfortable to begin addressing it, and a little part of him felt that keeping him waiting for a moment might increase the tension and keep him on his toes for a while longer. "To keep it brief, the incident you mentioned, at the camp to the north. Were it not those two particular Arcosians, I might have thought to simply throw them in the dungeons... but those two and I, we had some unfinished business to attend to. Call it revenge if you will, but I always found that word far too dirty on the tongue. Equality sounds much better." He smiled a little, and it might seem as though that last part might have been a joke were he not so stern about it. Taking a large sip of his tea, and leaning back a little in delight at the flavor, he broke up his words with a small gap, so that Hale could interpose of he wanted. Then, he continued his thoughts before addressing anything Hale might have said in the intermission. "While I am so glad to here that the General is out there running his mouth again, and I curse that you had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting with Cold Iron... You needn't be alarmed. If I were going to kill you, I would have done so already." He smiled reassuringly as he finished this thought.
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Post by Hale on Feb 12, 2019 14:17:50 GMT -6
He wasn't much for tea, not because he disliked it but more so just never caring enough to give it much of a chance. If he drank anything it was water or the occasional drink for a one-off commercial sponsorship, and of course his protein drink of choice, Power Thirst. Hale at least moved towards the table, but the chair looked like it might collapse in on itself like a dying star if he as much as put half his weight on it, but he didn't' want to just stand there hovering, so he went against his better judgement sat, and to his surprise found the seat comfortable if not a bit smaller than he would have liked. If it weren't for how serious he knew Chill was being, he might have given a chuckle at the dungeon comment, but his face simply contorted instead, giving his head a slight shake. "Throw them in the dungeons?" He had tried for all of a few second after he stopped talking before throwing the comment in. "Was curious what you were going to say and which way I was going to fall on which side of the fence in my first impressions, then you throw talk of dungeons at me. Can't say I saw that coming." Unlike before, he did in fact give a bit of a chuckle that he couldn't hold in.
It wasn't long before he was giving another similar chuckle to his comment about Kraktus running his mouth, which was more amusing given the context of his conversation with Kraktus and how many times he repeated not wanting to speak about Chill before doing so. "Kraktus was fine, and to be fair to the guy he talked a lot less than I wanted him to. As the humans say, it was like pulling teeth trying to get any information. Though to go along with the analogy, I happen to be a very good dentist." He let that one hang a bit longer than it should, finding it far more clever than it was in reality. "The others I've met have been interesting to say the least, as far as your fleet members go. A giant demon I believe he referred to himself as, going by the name Sensoa. At the time he was considerably stronger, but now that I've increased my own power substantially he is funny enough no where to be found. Don't know where that crazy guy disappeared to. Thaw or Iron or whatever it is he is calling himself, that was a strange one. We met and he said a mouthful more than he should have and almost found himself dead a second time but he managed to escape. The second meeting was under strange circumstances and ended up him being pummeled pretty thoroughly. He isn't all that bad, just doesn't know when to stop talking about things he shouldn't." Giving a heavy shrug and leaning back some, staring right at Chill all the while as he spoke. "Killing me though, well not to brag, but that probably isn't as easy as you would think. Was curious a few times though as I had this big red guy show up to my tower not far from here saying he was sent to gather some info for you guys. Though I will say if I thought you were trying to kill me, for one I wouldn't be sitting here as I'm not a total idiot, but I probably would have just found some way to do it myself before you had the chance. No reason to wait around for someone to stab you in the back when you know it's coming, yeah?" He was confident without a doubt, but he wasn't trying to brag or boast, this was simply what he believed to be facts as far as he was concerned.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 16, 2019 0:53:30 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Chill smiled as Hale furthered his clever analogy of dentistry, and spoke of the treacherous runaway Sensoa and the imbecilic Arcosian known as Thaw. His smile widened as Hale described Thaw coming close to death a second time, and then shrunk a little as he mentioned a red figure sent to investigate the nearby tower. Chill hadn't read on that operation. A shame, perhaps some advantage could be drawn from knowing what occurred. With a shrug at his own thoughts, he heard as Hale spoke confidently of his own power. With a small nod and his own confident smirk, Chill tapped lightly at the scouter on his face, which he had not taken off since using it in the hall a brief moment ago. "I'm very aware of your strength, monsieur." Chill then turned cold, and a piercing gaze locked onto Hale's own. "To say you are not an idiot however, is untrue. After all, you have so leisurely walked into the lion's den, no?"It occurred to Chill that Hale did not possess a scouter. Perhaps he did not have any way to gauge an opponents power outside of practical discovery? It wasn't exactly common for Arcosians to have the skill to sense the ki in a given figure like many earthlings and aliens seemed to be able to. Letting loose a small chuckle, Chill did his best to tell a convincing like. "Come now, monsieur. I'm nearly thrice your power, I don't believe it's the brightest idea to antagonize me. Wouldn't you agree?" Finishing his deceit, he swallowed deep the last gulp of his tea and sat it down on the table. The moment was coming now. He could feel it. At any second in this exchange, one of the two Arcosians would snap at the other and make the first move. Visibly running his tongue across his lips, he bit the inside of his lip as his anticipation rose to excitement. This whole scene was pricking at all the right spots in his spine, readying him for some indulgence in the fine art of combat. Any moment now.
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Post by Hale on Feb 16, 2019 21:32:36 GMT -6
All he gave Chill in response to questioning him being an idiot was a slightly raised brow and a bit of a shrug. "It was less of a walk and more of a heavy fall from the sky.", scratching lazily at his chest and slumping a bit more comfortably in the chair as he watched Chill very carefully. "Unless you are planning to secretly gas me like a cartoon villain or something like that, I'm not overly worried about you doing anything at the moment.", crossing his arms and keeping his piercing stare. He really had no idea what to make of Chill up close, aside from that fact that he had flowery words, spoke a lot differently than he expected, and had questions that were easy enough to answer so far. There wasn't really much gained in talking so far and Hale wasn't sure if he even wanted to ask anything given how uneasy he was. It wasn't that he was worried about being attacked, but just something in the air and about Chill himself gave Hale the creeps.
At the comment Chill made on his own power, Hale's expression didn't seem to change one way or another as he simply stared with crossed arms. "No offense, but even if that is true, I've fought bigger and stronger." Unlike Chill's comment which Hale had no way of knowing was in fact a lie, he had fought people three times his strength, and while it didn't exactly go well, he was less inclined to share that embarrassing part of the story. "If you feel antagonized though, you are more than welcome to transform and show me. I'm curious what you look like when you are a bit taller anyways. What's that the humans say; I'll show you mine if you show me yours?" It was hard to really tell if Chill was lying as he had no way to tell his power, and as he had learned multiple times over, being bigger than someone didn't mean he was stronger than they were. He was about to find out one way or another if Chill was bluffing, or if he was leading the charge here on Earth for good reason. Hale didn't however want to start a fight in an actual Fleet base as that would be so many levels of moronic he might as well change his name to Thaw, but unless Chill was more violent than he let on, he wasn't sure how to get him to make a move without flat out antagonizing or insulting him, and that wasn't always Hale's style.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 18, 2019 6:34:06 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Transformed PL (x2): 144,000 Chill sighed. It seemed the nuance of conversation that he'd found so willingly in the other Arcosians he'd met eluded Hale, which was a shame because his strength and size painted more of a dominant picture in the mind than what was coming out as true. Had he fought stronger than thrice his power before? Chill knew that he himself had that experience, with the revelation that the Super Saiyan legend was, in fact, not a legend at all but instead a catastrophic force beyond all reckoning. Biting at the inside of his lip, he rose from his seated position at the table, which still did not level out the height difference. "If that is how it is to be, then."His voice sounded a tad disappointed that the game of cat and mouse had ended so soon, but quickly the exhilaration swept him up and caught him as he readied to fight. Cricking his neck, Chill had to make a quick decision. Was this worth turning the fight up to high gear right away? The headache that always ensued when he used his True Form's power was mind-numbing for hours, sometimes days. Elegance first. Hale seemed the sporting type, from the confidence with which he portrayed his skills - he would likely follow suite with his own second transformation. Gracefully, he moved his body into a fighting position as it extended, limbs inching forward and his height increasing - not so much as to match Hale, but noticeably so - and his form widened at the top, his horns becoming slimmer and shorter. His Elegant Form. Now, even though Hale likely could not sense it, his power level sat at 144,000, exactly double his suppressed base. Raising his arms to face Hale offensively in stance, Chill's lips curled at their ends. "En garde." As the words escaped his curled lips, Chill thrust his palm forward forcefully, aiming to blow Hale back against the wall and make some distance between the two.
KP: 3/3 Chill transforms into his Elegant Form(x2) making his power 144,000!Hale |
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Post by Hale on Feb 18, 2019 19:32:49 GMT -6
His eyes narrowed as Chill stood, but despite his mind going straight to a defensive position he didn't move. One of three things were almost certain to happen; either Chill was about to test Hale's claim and show he was in fact three times stronger, He was about to pace and ask Hale to leave, or he was about to find he was in fact not anywhere near three times Hale's current strength. He really hoped it was the third as for years all he wanted was to test himself against this supposed tiny tyrant and the fact he was keeping as calm as he was hid the screaming going on inside his head. Hale's eyes widened as he heard the crack, and his face couldn't hide the grin the started to creep up, gripping at the chair to try his best to stay calm and not show his excitement, but it was almost more than he could bare.
It looked as if this was in fact about to be a fight, though as Chill began to change, Hale wasn't immediately sure what to make of it. It wasn't any sort of monstrous form, and if this was his true form then it was certainly an unexpected one. It was most assuredly not a brute form given he didn't look staggeringly taller, but it was enough to be noticeable. "Not bad.", was all Hale said, with a clearly not actually impressed tone. Slowly he began to stand, sliding the chair away, but never taking his eyes off of the one in front of him, still not entirely sure just what kind of what he was about to walk into. He simply stared Chill down without moving or transforming once fully vertical, stupidly curious, but not having to wait too long for Chill to say something Hale was mostly clueless of what it meant, but the attack spoke volumes more than any words could have.
Leaning forward he was immediately moved back, not stopping till he hit the wall behind him as the chair was slung off to the side of the room, and instantly Hale began to laugh at the top of his lungs, his tail slapping the ground, then a second time as he threw his head back and suddenly pointed towards Chill. "Yes! Now that is what I like!" As quickly as it appeared his smile had faded, and the room fell quiet for a moment. Hale bent forward at the waist before standing up straight quickly and screaming an echoed noise into the room as he began to grow bigger in just about every direction his body could manage, and his muscles grew equally in size as the Arcosian flexed and rolled his neck slowly. Take a hard step forward leaving a dent in the floor Hale screamed towards Chill, sending the same surge of power towards him as the palm thrust Chill had sent his way just moment prior.
Brute Form x2- 140,000
3/3 KP
Let's Do This
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 19, 2019 8:00:50 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Transformed PL (x2): 144,000 His palm strike landed, sending the over sized powerhouse plummeting backwards and into the wall across the room. At first, Hale seemed oddly amused. Tilting his head, Chill quickly realized that this was because he was in fact a sporting man. Barreling laughter, quickly silence, lead into a powerful transformation brought on alongside a primal, room-filling scream. Hale's own transformation was almost insulting with how diminutive it made Chill look in comparison. But Chill was not intimidated. With a heavy step forward, his opponent screamed and sent a surge of power towards Chill that left him reeling as it blew over him, like a harsh wind in a storm. Bracing and stepping through it, to stand against it until it passed by. Sighing as a small bead of sweat ran down his cheek, half from the minor strain and half from the heat of the metal room, Chill grinned. "Impressive."Capriciously, he cocked an eyebrow up and examined his towering foe. There was so much muscle in Hale that he could make up two or three soldiers all his own. Sluggish? The time for weaknesses was later, the time for action was now. With a quick step, Chill darted forward as quickly as he could, aiming to land just short of Hale's body and underneath his chin. "Mind if we take this outside?" He jested, as bounded up and threw a hard uppercut at Hale aiming to bring the both of them up though the layers of steel rooms and out into the dunes of the desert above.
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Post by Hale on Feb 19, 2019 20:53:49 GMT -6
Hale took a full mocking bow as Chill referred to his display as impressive, lifting his head and slowly standing back up grinning and wanting to make sure how obvious a gesture it was. Chill was clearly not one to play around, and Hale could appreciate that in a fight, even making a nice little quip on the way towards an attack, or at least Hale assumed it to be one before Chill stopped just short of him for a brief moment. His first thought was to wrapped Chill up and squeeze the life out of him, but he wanted to see just how strong he could hit as the fist came rushing towards his body. He was about to find out in an instant if Chill was bluffing or if there was any truth to his claim of power over Hale.
The attack struck, and hard enough to send him upward, but even as he went hard head first through the ceiling and floors above him, he mentally sighed, closing his eyes as the sand began to follow on him and again as the bright light above beamed down. Crawling away from the hole and standing up, dusting himself off, his eyes were finally beginning to adjust to the change in light, looking down with a laugh at the second big hole he managed to create, though this one was at least not his own fault. "Hm, that wasn't too bad.", keeping his eyes once more on Chill. "I'm gonna assume you are holding quite a bit of power back like I am. That was definitely not an attack I would call three times stronger than anything I could dish out or take." Stretching for a moment as he had a big more room to move now, he gave a quick glance around to get an idea of where the building was so he didn't go stepping into any holes or creating any new ones before bouncing a bit on his toes. "My turn!", charging towards Chill with almost the same speed he had rushing at Hale below, with a wide grin plastered across his face. There was no getting under him and aiming for his chin quite as easily given their size difference, but Hale stopped short and stared Chill right in the face as a thick clenched fist came swinging into his gut with the momentum he had built up rushing at him.
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Post by Lord Chill on Feb 23, 2019 5:30:39 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Transformed PL (x2): 144,000 With another successful strike, Chill and his foe rocketed up through layers of plating and made their way out into the desert. Squinting for a moment as he flipped backward, he landed a small way from the hole that Hale was clambering out of, giving him a brief moment of respite to adjust to the sudden bright sunlight beaming down onto the battlefield. Dusting himself off, Chill met the watchful eyes of Hale with his own confronting glare. "Tsk tsk. You want to know if I'm holding back? Answering that might spoil the fun, don't you think?" Chill mused playfully as his prey glanced around for his bearings before charging toward him. Readying himself for the oncoming assault, he dropped low to the ground and as the overburdened muscles of the brute swung hard, the hit intended for his gut instead clipping his shoulder. "Agh!" Chill groaned, a minutia of pain quickly running up his neck and down his arm. Taking the momentum of the blow in stride, he rolled around and pivoted sharply on his right foot, his left leg coming in dexterously to sweep under Hale's nearby legs and hopefully bring the lumbering beast crashing down. Instead of letting him fall to the ground though, Chill would then leap forward with a pointed finger, ki en-wreathed across the tip and refined to a razor point; deadly sharp and ready to strike through Hale's brutish hide.
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Post by Hale on Feb 26, 2019 2:25:23 GMT -6
Hale's overly graceful attempt at countering Chill's move didn't end up as gracefully as it had gone in his mind. He had pictured simply kicking forward into the sweeping foot somehow and knocking Chill over while laughing heartily. What actually happened was Hale spent more time in his fantasy world than the real one, kicked far too slow by the time his reflexes caught up with his mind, almost tripped himself in the process, and got knocked over rather easily by Chill's sweep attack. It was like slow motion as he stared up into the annoyingly bright sky as headed for the ground, looking over at Chill with more of an embarrassed look than anything. That upward glance was the only thing that kept him from gaining a new scar he wasn't a fan of gaining, seeing the attack incoming. There wasn't a terribly large amount he could do about it as far as direct dodging, and given the way he was positioned it wasn't as if he could just grab his arm, and besides what exactly would he do except fall some more if he even did.
The only thing he could manage was a trick he had managed to pull off a few times before, but it was likely to feel less than great given how he was about to land, but it was that or take whatever Chill had in mind for him. Opening his mouth towards Chill, he had planned to just blast at him, assuming he would likely move out of the way, but the way he was falling and the speed at which he was meeting the ground didn't exactly give him a wealth of proper time and aim. A large blast came flying out from his mouth and went right over Chill's head, sending Hale to the ground fasted but propelling him out of the way and sliding a few feet past Chill and rolling backwards a few times before he managed to get to his feet muttering all manner of Arcosian, Namekian, Saiyan, and Earthling curse words as he dusted himself off.
[A1] Hulking Scream - Releases a growling scream that blasts forth energy point blank or at range towards the opponent from Hale's mouth. Deals 33%
23,100 aimed at that stupid cloud behind Chill
KP 2/3
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