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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 3, 2019 6:55:34 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Transformed PL (x2): 432,000 After turning a delightfully embarrassed shade of pink, Hale narrowly avoided the razor-pointed finger jab with a loud energy wave delivered from the mouth, that pierced Chill's ears and visibly made him wince in discomfort. Through the numb pumping of blood he could feel by his ears beneath his chitinous skull, several slanderous cusses were thrown his way in a plethora of languages; three of which jumped at him. Chill was fluent in Galactic Common, also crudely known to many as 'Earthling', and so too was he fluent in Arcosian. Saiyan was something he had been dabbling in, but what he knew was enough to catch the ill-meaning of the words. Easily having avoided the blast, Chill stood and waited patiently for the lumbering brute to dust himself off and come to a stand. "That trick was quite cunning indeed; it seems you are a worthy opponent, perhaps I shall show you a smidgen of my true strength..." Cricking his neck and deciding that it was indeed worth the headache, Chill's body underwent another great change, becoming even more slender and regal in nature. With a hearty laugh, Chill trained his sights with his newfound power at Hale, before his curled lips twisted, coiling like a snake into a predator's pre-meal grin. "Ohohohoho. One more thing, monsieur... Mind your tongue." As his words finished, a red beam of energy streaked through the air, aiming to shoot the same mouth that had dared to cuss towards an Executive Director.
KP: 2/3 Chill transforms into his True Form (x6)!
Chill uses [A1] Precision for 142,560 damage!Hale |
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Post by Hale on Mar 3, 2019 21:11:59 GMT -6
Hale's eyes narrowed as he stopped in mid slapping of his legs, still trying to get the sand off of them as if they wouldn't get the same state a minute later, and focused in on Chill. He wasn't playing the progression of power game and skipped right past his monster form and into his true form. Perhaps he was much like Hale and simply hated the form, but it looked more like he was about to take the fight a bit more serious, and if nothing else Hale could appreciate that. "Well if that's how we are gonna do it, then I guess I can do the same. I'll hold my tongue, but I'm not holding back if we are transforming like this." Sliding his foot through the sand, inadvertently drawing a wide arc in front of himself, his shifted into a horse stance and almost doubled over as his aura shot up around him. It felt like the power surrounding his body was trying to pull him into the desert as it swirled around him, looking like it was condensing his body compared to the massively bulky form he had been in to a much more refined one. The green aura around his body visually looked thick as if it were almost liquid in the way it swirled and moved, pushing the dust and sand away from him.
True Form: 420,000
Despite how serious the aura and form made it look, his face looked fairly ambivalent as he watched Chill curiously. The only thing Hale was thinking was Chill's earlier comment and claim about his power, but it was still a hard pill to swallow, and at this point he was fairly certain he was bluffing. If this was in fact Chill's true form as he assumed it was, and Hale was now in his own, unless Chill's was somehow far stronger then they were likely around the same level given the small displays shown so far. It was clear however that Chill was the more skills martial fighter, which could prove annoying if he was to any extent stronger and more proficient at fighting. His train of thought was quickly derailed as an attack came flying at his face, and his first instinct was to move, his second the block it, but he wanted to really call Chill's bluff and see just how much of a punch he could pack. It could easily backfire, but he had to know as stupid as it was.
Sliding his right foot back he was prepared to take the attack, but his reflexes and something in his body just told him this was a terrible idea, and at the last moment he swung his fist into the attack as his aura looked to wrap around his right arm as it connected. A heavy shock was sent through his entire arm and his fist at least for a moment had gone numb, but at least he didn't take a painful blast to the face. It had hurt like hell, but he had managed to negate a decent amount of the damage thankfully, as it likely would have caused some significant damage otherwise, and even still it left a burn mark where it had connected. His arm was hurting a lot more than he realized when he relaxed it from its position, wincing a bit and sighing as his eyes trained on Chill once more, realizing that maybe that wasn't the brightest idea he had in a long while. "Not bad", he yelled over as he suddenly went into a full sprint towards the smaller Arcosian, lowering his head with the intent to barrel him over if he didn't move, and at worst he would close the distance between the two of them again. About halfway there, which wasn't exactly a long distance to travel, Hale's aura completely changed colors, and by the time he reached Chill his biogems had changed to a deep swirling red.
Using barrier
> [B1|Barrier] |Berserkers Guard: With the sheer force of will and and fists of steel, Hale transfers the energy of his flexing muscles into his arm and punches towards incoming ki infused attacks to deflect or negate them entirely.
142,560/2 = 71,280 taken
1/3 KP
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Activating pendant as Hale started to charge.
490,000/420,000
Lord Chill
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 5, 2019 3:03:29 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Transformed PL (x2): 432,000 With a hefty fist thrown forward last minute, Hale endured Chill's deadly beam in earnest. As the dust settled from the forceful clash, a burn marked smoked at the end of Hale's arm and an impressed grin formed wryly on Chill's crooked face. 'Not bad' Hale yelled in murmur before sprinting towards the Arcosian. "And to you." He cocked back, before curiously looking up and down his rushing opponent. With a click of his scouter, he could see that as the aura and bio gems swirled into a crimson hue, his power level rose to exceed Chill's own at a whopping 480,000. A distance that could still be closed fairly easily, and given how lacking in skill the warrior he was fighting had showcased thus far, his training and prowess would more than make up for the edge he needed. This was strange though - he'd never seen quite this kind of change in an Arcosian. It felt inherently wrong, and was curious indeed. Losing his last moments of thinking time, the thoughts dwindled as Chill brought his arms up just in time to brace for the heavy load that smacked hard against them. Digging his heels firmly into the dunes to anchor himself, he was dragged back through the sand by the force a good few feet, skidding to a stop as the force equalized. Chill's arms quivered from the impact, and from the rush of combat. Snaking his hands up beside him, Chill moved them about in a flourish, aiming to make it look as though he were about to strike. However, his real plan lied a tad further down. Chill's tail curled along the desert floor toward Hale, and would quickly snatch at Hale's leg aiming to tug harshly downward and reel him off balance, leaving him open to a point-blank shot from Chill's deadly Ki rifle. Striking distractedly alongside his tug to the left of Hale's head, intentionally missing, Chill's right arm jabbed toward his stomach and exploded with red light as another blast of energy simmered and then released in milliseconds.
KP: 1/3 Chill uses [A1] Precision for 142,560 damage!Hale |
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Post by Hale on Mar 7, 2019 0:41:45 GMT -6
Hale felt a tug at his leg and let out a bit of a growl more like an animal than any sort of humanoid, and his first react was to tug, but the way he was leaning into Chill gave him absolutely no leverage to do anything of the sort. He felt the pull and his arms went flailing a bit in a moment of panic, but Chill would have felt it before he saw it, the sudden bulking and swelling of Hale's muscles. In mid fall he reached out and grabbed onto Chill shoulder, gripping it as tight as he could manage for balance, his eyes going wide as he saw the familiar glow from Chill's hands, but he didn't have time to raise a hand or even a foot to block it.
It wasn't an elegant solution, but Hale wasn't an elegant fighter, so his only way to avoid a new hole in his body, or at least an unfortunate and embarrassing scar was to fight fire with fire. His mouth opened as he screamed loudly, much like he had before, and a swirl of red energy came pouring out in a wide cone not just looking to engulf Chill's attack, but Chill himself. The power of the blast felt as if it would further knock Hale off balance as he kept his grip on Chill's shoulder while he could. His scream intensified as at that same moment there was a hard gut punch that nearly stopped Hale's attack, but simply send it sweeping down across Chill's body. In a matter of second the scene turned into a mess of grabs, energy blasts, screaming, and limbs flailing and grabbing to find an advantage.
Superior True Form (Bulking) 630,000/210,000
A1 Hulking Scream - 207,900
0/3 KP
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 8, 2019 9:54:24 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Transformed PL (x6): 432,000 Bulking PL (x7/x3): 504,000 / 216,000 In a haze, the plan worked. In quick succession, Hale tumbled and was ensnared in Chill's trap. As his blow came in to explode however, Chill felt himself quickly trapped under the forceful pressure of the brute's arms, clinging tight and holding him in place as an immensely powerful blast of ki exploded from the mouth of Chill's foe, with Chill lacking any way to bring his arms up or escape the grasp, his body was forced to endure the painful, full brunt of the attack. "AAaAASHAGGGHh !!"Chill almost regretted throwing his explosive, half-stopped punch toward Hale's gut as it sent the torrent of raw, unrestrained energy pouring downward, completely engulfing Chill's being as the pain singed through his desert shawl and left it as little more than a sputter of embers in the dust cloud surrounding the two. Trembling as he grit his teeth through the pain, Chill managed to break free of Hale's grip and stumble backwards a few steps. It was not the most terrible pain he'd ever suffered through - that honor lay firmly somewhere between the Super Saiyan beat down he got from Vocado, or his first meeting with Nashua and Kayen - but it was enough that Chill knew he couldn't let this fight continue. His opponent was weak. He was off-center, flailing for any advantage as the dust began to settle and clearly winded from both the punch and the breathless desperate attack he'd just shot Chill's way. He was not angry - something new and strange, considering any other time his adrenaline was pumping this hard it had been attached to an array of fiery emotions. Instead, Chill channeled what he needed. He channeled fury.Nashua. Kayen. Vocado. Thaw. As he thought of his most humiliating defeats and those that made his blood, something deep within Chill unlatched and let loose a painful amount of energy that was dormant within him. He dug deep, yanking and tugging at any dreg for the excess that he could find. His body screamed, telling him it would sting and burn in recourse later for this reckless action. But his mind filled with pictures he wanted to shatter, and he waved those warnings away. Swolen to an impressive size - for him at least, though still dwarfed by Hale - Chill took a solid step forward into the send and his forked toes sank beneath it. "This... has been fun..." He managed, through trembling breath as he could no longer contain the excessive amount of energy in his body and gripped tightly on his forearm with one hand, the other pointed at Hale, aiming for the space between his shoulder and his torso. Directing the energy through it, the red light exploded something fierce. BZZZT.Chill stumbled forward, shakily beginning to swell down and deflate, as the torrent of red energy shot toward Hale with devastating power, that would drain any energy keeping him conscious out of his body and into the atmosphere around him. Chill could feel it in his bones - his body was not happy with him at all, and he could feel it tremble and struggle to stand as his head began to burn.
KP: -2/3 Chill uses his racial durability trait!
Chill takes 139,293 damage, which is 33.2 (rounded up to 33)% damage!
Chill uses [UT] Bulking!
Chill DIGS DEEP, taking 133% damage (totaling at 166%)!
Chill uses [SIG] Royal Precision, for a total of 670,320 damage!
If Royal Precision Hits, it drains 1 KP!Hale |
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Post by Hale on Mar 9, 2019 16:22:51 GMT -6
It was simply the nature of the beast that when backed into a corner they would come out fighting and do whatever they could in that moment to get free and get away. In the case of Hale he was very much a beast in battle, but not always for the better and in this case likely for his detriment. He was strong, he had power, but he had little to no refined fighting style to speak of and it showed. When it came to his own power he was even lacking simply because he didn't fully understand it even still and in cases like these he would exhaust himself and not realize it until it was too late. As he send Chill moving back some, he knew full well that attack was no where near being able to take him out, but from the looks of it, it woke up Chill a bit and he looked more determined than ever.
Standing hunched over with a bit of a smile on his face, he motioned for Chill to attack him again, breathing heavily and making no attempts for once to go charging in. The truth was he wasn't sure he could without at least a bit of a rest, but it wasn't likely now that he was going to get that. The smile on his face widened a bit at the state of Chill as he looked to use a similar technique as Hale had, his own muscles expanding, but he looked less trained in it given how he stood and even how he spoke, though it was impressive regardless. "It has...", Hale forced out, relaxing a bit. Trying to stand up straight, he extended his arms outward, leaving himself completely open as he stared into Chill's eyes. The energy traveling towards him almost felt as if it were in slow motion, but at no point did Hale flinch, blink, or take his attention away from Chill until the attack connected, only for a brief moment feeling the mixture of various types of pain all at once before he was knocked completely unconscious. He was far past his physical limits to absorb punishment, but even laying there on the ground with his arms flailed outward, he still had that smile plastered on his face.
Hale takes a forceful nap
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Post by Lord Chill on Mar 11, 2019 8:33:12 GMT -6
PL: 72,000 Chill thought for a moment that the wide smile and unflinching expression Hale had on his face as he went down might have been a fever dream brought on by the amount of pain and stress his body went through by forcing that attack out. But as he breathed in deeply, fast and hard, his body began to recover enough that he could believe what he was seeing. Splayed out flat on his back in the sand like a rag doll, a wide smile plastered on his face like he was taking the best nap he'd ever enjoyed. Chill could respect that. He too had to admit, that now with the adrenaline leaving his system and having the time to reflect on their exchange, between the post-rush euphoria and how much he had enjoyed their little game of cat and mouse, Chill couldn't deny that it had been fun. Sluggishly, he raised a hand to the side of his head and clicked a button on the scouter. "I need two medical machines prepared right away, and immediate repairs begun on the roof given what's just occurred." He didn't even have the energy to be pompous about it, which really said something. "Yes sir, Lord Chill sir!" A voice shouted in response on the other end, before disconnected and quickly making the arrangements for what needed to be done. It took him a moment, in the haze of the heat and with the aching in his muscles, but Chill moved over to Hale and slung the large beast over his back, taking him down with him to the medical bay at a snail's pace. With a groan, Chill slung Hale's slumbering body into the tank and watched patiently as his body was connected to the machine and the chamber slowly filled with the blurred green biogenic healing liquid. Chill turned to the short brenchian woman and her zoonamite nurse as they tended to the monitors surrounding the machine, adjusting levels and setting the regenerative process in motion. "Make sure to alert me as soon as he is awake. I don't care if you have to pull me from recovery early. Is that clear?" With a simple 'yes sir' Chill's mind was at ease, and he moved two halls down to have himself put through the same drill.
Chill opened his eyes, staring through the watery haze and fogged glass at the figures attending him. The liquid surrounding him drained, living him standing awkwardly with wires and a mask he no longer needed, alone in the glass chamber with several eyes on him, cautious. "...what's taking you so long? Chop chop." Chill complained, emphasizing with a half-hearted clap. He was quickly disconnected, and threw his armor back on to head to Hale's room. He was nearly completely healed, and Chill decided to take a seat and wait the final half an hour for him to awake. When the time came, he watched as they drained the liquid and unfastened the wires before saying anything. "Glad to see you're not dead. That would have been an awful shame." It wasn't clear if Chill was trying to jest or was being serious.
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Post by Hale on Mar 13, 2019 23:41:28 GMT -6
Chill had likely went through a process like this before, so being tossed into a healing pod, strapped in with wires, and having a mask slapped on him as he floated in healing liquid wasn't anything he likely thought anything of. Hale on the other hand had never had such an experience before, and truthfully it wasn't one he wanted to be awake for had he had a say in the matter. As the liquid in the pod he was in drained, he did start to wake, and it was without a doubt a jarring experience to wake up to. His mind raced as he was inside of this enclosed space hooked up to kami knows what, and if it wasn't for the fact he was a bit disoriented from waking and still groggy he might have had a worse reaction than he did.
His hand reached up and pulled off the mask as he was finally fully awake, and surprised by the lack of pain or soreness he was feeling, but he was still dazed enough to panic a bit as he didn't know what they were or had just done to him. Pushing his way out as if he were ready for round two, he looked around blinking trying to wake himself up fully, eyes crossing over to Chill as he stared. "The hell did I just crawl out of?" He likely should have known what a healing pod was, but his family refused to use such technology when he was being raised on Arcose, avoiding a lot of Arcosian modern technologies for years, and once he had left the planet he never saw anything similar in his travels. "Did you do experiments on me or something? You aren't trying to clone me are you?!"
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