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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2019 21:04:11 GMT -6
The shuttle was silent, save the humming of the engines. Passengers sat staring through viewing ports at the glittering sphere below. At the back of the cabin sat a diminutive figure wreathed in a shroud of ash-coloured cloth. He too contemplated the world they were rapidly approaching, regarding it with glittering yellow eyes from the shadows of his hood. Unlike most of the other passengers, he travelled alone. No offspring or mate sat beside him, no coworkers or companions. Not even a stranger was willing to sit near him,as the conspicuously empty seats around him demonstrated. But he was content. “One minute til we hit the upper atmosphere ladies and gentlemen.” Crackled the pilot’s voice over the intercom, breaking the silence. Immediately the cabin crew began bustling down the aisles of seats, ensuring luggage was properly stowed and seat belts were fastened. They were making ready for the turbulence to come. But the robed figure stood up from his seat and began walking towards the front of the cabin. His short stature and eerily quiet movements avoided much attention from the cabin crew, until he had almost reached the door to the crew area. “Sir, that area is off-limits to passengers,“ he heard one say as he reached for the door controls. As the door slid open two of the crew hurried to stop him. The cloaked passenger stepped through the door, immediately strafing to avoid the clumsy grab of one crewman. He continued towards the airlock. Another tried to get a hand on him, and was horrified to find himself ensnared as a muscular and prehensile tail whipped out from beneath the grey shroud. In the cabin passengers murmured in confusion and unease at the sounds coming from behind the door. The crewman choked as the coils tightened upon his throat. “Cycle the airlock.” The cloaked figure said in a soft but authoritative tone. The crewman not currently being constricted tried to convince him otherwise. “We haven't even hit atmosphere yet, the vacuum will kill you!” The tail thrashed, tossing a now-unconscious crewman into a bulkhead with a painful thud. The figure turned to face the objector, a sphere of red energy hovering above his palm threateningly. “Let me out or I'm blasting my way out.” He said, smirking at the reflection of the ki glittering in the crewman’s eyes. The man stared for a moment before nodding and opening the inner hatch to the airlock. The passenger stepped through as the hatch cycled closed behind. The crewman stared through the porthole at the passenger, who he still believed he was about to kill. The hooded face turned to look back at him, nodding for him to open the outer hatch. With a heavy gulp, he obeyed. The hatch slid open to reveal the blackness of space. Explosive decompression sucked everything out of the airlock, sending grey cloth and frozen shards of atmosphere drifting out into the nothingness. But there stood the passenger still. Somehow he had not even flinched as the forces at work stripped him of his shroud and the very air he breathed. The crewman just stared in disbelief at the back of an armored skull, framed on either side by spiny crests and topped with a gleaming, sea-green crystal. An Arcosian. And then, as fast as the air had flooded out; the passenger, too, disappeared into the endless night. Seconds later and hundreds of miles below, a sonic boom rippled through the atmosphere as Aizu rocketed towards the arid expanse of Diablo Desert. There was supposed to be a Fleet outpost in the area. He intended to find it and link up with whatever remained of their forces in the sector. The ground was still a distant blur, half-obscured by lazily drifting clouds that found themselves brutally shredded as the Arcosian swept by. He’d been in his suppressed state since before embarking on his return journey to Earth and out in the open with a chance to finally stretch his proverbial legs, he was finding it needlessly restrictive. With that in mind he arced down towards the ground, sliding to a halt in the blistering sands. Bracing himself, his ki began to flow, blazing outwards in a crimson inferno. His power rose, his body began to warp and grow. Within moments the borderline dwarf had been replaced with a hulking mass of muscle and armor, slowly rising to his full height with a loud sigh of satisfaction. Stretching his arms high and arching his back, he felt tendons popping loudly in the stillness of the midday desert. It was pure relief to get back into his second form, which had become his go-to in recent years, only using his weakest transformation when subtlety was required. As he continued to stretch out in the hot sun, he looked around. The immediate vicinity was a plain of dust, baking in the merciless heat. On the horizon he could see the hazy form of distant Mount Paozu, appearing little bigger than an anthill. In the opposite direction stood some sort of tower, tapering almost like a pyramid. Cracking his neck, Aizu decided to take a look. He wasn't sure of his location and at the very least he might get a map from whoever lived in the tower. If anyone lived there at all. Springing from the ground, Aizu flew off towards the tower, making no attempt to keep his approach below the radar. Before long he was hovering outside, observing the fairly impressive structure. It wasn't the biggest building ever by any stretch of the imagination, but standing alone in the desolation lent it an air of mystery. “Anybody home!?“
HaleBrute Form (x2P) active
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Post by Hale on Feb 6, 2019 22:06:10 GMT -6
The desert had fallen quiet the past few days which was a welcome change to the flooding of onlookers and WTF members coming to see what was going on with his tower. The Earth residents seemed more outwardly hostile about its appearance for reasons he couldn't fathom, while the members of the WTF that showed up simply looked to know what was going on, who he was, and what he was building. This tower standing alone in the desert was a representation of himself as of late, appearing strangely and causing others to wonder what he was all about, and the size tended to surprise some and strangely comfort others. Waking from a nap, Hale stretched and gave a soft sigh as he climbed off of his couch and rolled his neck and slapping a button on the wall as the roof started to low and flood the room with sunlight and heat.
Moments passed as Hale's large form was lifted to the top of the tower as the platform had risen and now stood the lone Arcosian in the desert looking out over his domain. He had taken this area for his own and no one seemed to argue otherwise, some even seeming to congratulate and awe in his hard work, so as far as Hale was concerned this part of the desert was his. As he tended to do, looking out over the vastness of the desert, he stretched and took in the calm nature of the area. As he also was becoming more family with doing he looked out only to see a figure coming towards the tower, but what struck him as odd as the person came closer was the size of them and the fairly obvious fact they were an Arcosian. Of all the people that had stopped by, none were a similar species, and this could potentially get interesting in a hurry.
One large foot stepped up onto the edge of the roof as he looked down, his tail slapping the roof matching his worried sigh, pushing off and stepping over the edge. Sliding his way down he pushed off and came landing down next to the person asking as many did if he were home, but his sudden entrance to the scene was likely an obvious answer. "Can I help you with something, friend?" Hale stood with his arms crossed as the sand his landing kicked up settled, his large stature casting a shadow next to that of the tower.
Hale in Brute Form as he tends to be
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2019 17:31:44 GMT -6
Aizu sized up the Arcosian before him. He was big, bigger even than Aizu himself (which was no small feat in his current form). Size was no indicator of strength, but he certainly cut an imposing figure. The stranger had an odd way of speaking that seemed out of alignment with most Arcosians he’d met since joining the Fleet and he bore no Fleet insignia. There was certainly something unusual about him and Aizu's curiosity was piqued, besides which he still needed directions. He decided it might be worth finding out more about this unknown entity. He looked past him up at the sloping tower.
“Interesting structure… you own the place I’m guessing.” He said as he inspected its unique architecture. It certainly didn't look like any Fleet construction work he had ever seen. They preferred the efficiency of metal prefabs whenever possible.
“And stop me if I'm wrong but I'll go one further and guess you’re not with the Fleet.” He continued, before offering a handshake, as it was a common respectful greeting on Earth. Their only commonalities that he could assume so far being species and location, it made sense to stick with the local customs. He gave his best disarming smile as he reached out.
“Name’s Aizu, and you are?”
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Post by Hale on Feb 7, 2019 17:44:34 GMT -6
The Arcosian standing before him seemed as if he were sizing him up, then sizing up the tower, and for a moment looking for something on his person he wasn't real sure of, causing Hale to simply raise a brow waiting for a verbal response. Hale looked up at his tower with an approving nod, grinning softly. "Yeah, this is Muscle Tower, and yeah I own it. Built it myself actually." He squinted towards the Arcosian for a moment waiting for a backhanded compliment or all out insult as he was getting far too used to and thankful nothing of the sort came along with it. Whoever this guy was he was about as quick as Hale usually was in getting to the point, and the comment he made brought out an audible laugh from Hale, followed by a heavy nod. "Two for Two. I'm not a member of the WTF. I can't imagine I would fit in terrible well."
It was hard to tell if this guy was part of the WTF himself or just assuming based on Hale's species, but the handshake offer was appreciated all the same, and he took it happily with a strong handshake in return. It was fairly obvious this one wasn't from around here, and perhaps wasn't even on Earth much longer than when he showed up given the way he talked and being unfamiliar with the tower. "Aizu, huh nice name. The name's Hale. But people call me Hale", shooting him a bit of a grin and keeping eye contact locked as if he were trying to read the Arcosian. "So like I was asking before, anything I can help you with? People don't tend to show up here unless they mean to or are incredibly lost. Going by the way you've acted so far I'm gonna at least guess it isn't the first."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2019 19:28:26 GMT -6
The stranger seemed friendly enough as he obliged Aizu's curiosity, even returning the handshake with a grin. Aizu's eyes broke contact with his new acquaintance's gaze momentarily however, flitting to the meaty paw that now embraced his own. He had a strong grip. Was this Arcosian more powerful than he? And if that were the case, by what margin? This train of thought was broken and his eyes recaptured that gaze as the stranger identified himself by the name Hale. It seemed a normal enough name for one of their kind, but that was so far Hale's only ordinary trait it seemed.
The two stared each other down for a moment longer before he continued, inquiring after Aizu's business in the area. Not seeing any reason to distrust the gregarious Arcosian, he gave an honest reply.
"You're right, I'm not here looking for you. I hear there's a Fleet base somewhere near here," he said, breaking the handshake. "I was searching for it when I spotted your Muscle Tower." He gestured to the monolithic edifice looming over them.
"Pretty strange to meet one of our kind that isn't Fleet personnel," Aizu said, partly to himself. "I work for the Fleet but I'm in no hurry, they don't even know I'm on Earth yet. So, what's your story big guy?"
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Post by Hale on Feb 7, 2019 19:57:36 GMT -6
It wasn't as obvious as someone jumping up and down and waving, but it was still obvious enough for Hale to notice how Aizu looked down at his hands and in general eyed him. His best assumption was his size, but he could at best guess given how often recently people were commenting on it. He was no stranger to Arcose, but he didn't get to see most of the other Arcosians transforming when he was younger before he left, so to him it was normal for them to be so large. What he was learning however was few actually were, given that this one in front of him was one of the bigger he had interacted with in years. Chill was rather short, and Algere was fairly average, but even they seemed a bit caught off guard by his size.
Hale's attention was pulled from his own thoughts as Aizu spoke up, and Hale's face was some strange mixture of a frown and as if he were about to laugh. "Ah right. Well, yeah it isn't actually all that far from here with a big leap or a short fly. I've had a few come back trying to see what I was doing which is the only reason I had any idea." He turned and pointed in a direction that likely would have just looked like he was pointing randomly given no obvious signs from there. "You can just about see it from the top of the tower only because there is some construction going on there. There was some sort of fight out there before I moved over here and started building, so there is still some stuff going on it seems, but slow from the looks of it." His eyes turned upward with a proud look up at the tower and nodded softly towards it. "Well, that makes sense then. I guess it would be a bit of a silly question to ask if you are in the WTF then if you are looking for the base. Unless you are like that one group of idiot Arcosians who attacked a WTF base up north and got themselves killed", shaking his head and rolling his eyes at the thought.
It wasn't as if Hale trusted Aizu any more or less than anyone else he knew, but he was fairly open and friendly unless given a reason not to be, so telling him any of this so bluntly didn't even register. "Yeah I get that a lot. Most people WTF or not just assume I am, so it can get a bit awkward at times. Doesn't help that my dad and both brothers were when I was younger. Runs in the family and I'm the apple that fell off the tree and rolled down the hill.", giving an airy laugh through his nostrils. "My story, well, depends on which part of it you want to know? That could be quick and boring or long and extensive, and potentially also boring. You'd be the first to ask that in over a decade to be honest, so, I'm not even sure how to answer that briefly anymore."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2019 3:51:11 GMT -6
Aizu looked off past Hale’s pointing finger in the direction of the Fleet base. The big Arcosian mentioned some sort of battle at the site. That was a little concerning; but if he said there was reconstruction work going on, presumably the Fleet had managed to hold its turf. Then Hale mentioned other Arcosians having attacked a different base to the North for some reason. That was new to Aizu.
“You know, there was a time when I thought my father and I were the only Arcosians alive. Then I found out about the Fleet and what I thought was the rest of our race. Now I find out there are a bunch of us who aren't in the Fleet and even those who fight against us.” Aizu shook his head for a moment.
“This world gets more complicated every damn day.”
Hale had mentioned his family being with the Fleet and it seemed he had an interesting story to tell. Turning his eyes up to the sky, he checked the sun’s position while reaching into a concealed pouch on his hip. It looked like there were still plenty of hours in the day. He drew a metal case from the pouch. Sliding it open to reveal a row of fat Kabochan cigars, he took one and lit up with a flare of energy from a fingertip. Taking a few puffs, he sighed with satisfaction at the rich flavour of the smoke. Holding out the case, he silently offered one to Hale.
“Well maybe not the entire tale, but you could start with how you ended up splitting from the clan and out of Fleet space. Sounds like it's gotta be interesting, right?”
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Post by Hale on Feb 9, 2019 13:22:05 GMT -6
All Hale could muster was a bit of a shrug at his comment. "I guess that's a bit strange to hear. Though given I don't know your age maybe you simply have a different experience than I do. Then again I guess age doesn't really have anything to do with your experience, so what do I know?", shrugging a second time. "I've ran into quite a few Arcosians here on Earth though. You, that Chill guy, the two Arcosians who attacked the World Trade Fleet base and...well they are sort of alive but kinda half robots now, Algere, that one crazy one that took over a prison I didn't catch the name of, the one I met at that coffee shop that one time I've since forgotten the name of as well, aaaaaaaaaand I think that's it? I know of one more but I never met them. Worked with those two morons that attacked the base up north. Seems they went into hiding." He was counting off and holding up fingers at each one as he looked off into no real direction trying to remember.
Hale gave a wave of his hand towards the cigar offer as he tilted his head some. "That is a bit of a story by itself. I will try to keep it short, but it might sound a bit strange as I've come to find out from anyone who I've told about it.", taking a deep breath he let out a sigh and rubbed his forward. "Well, my family followed a very old tradition when it came to fallen warriors in battle. We would have a ceremony to mourn and send the warrior off with a family member so they wouldn't be alone in the after life. Two of us would have a ceremonial combat and let's just say the years were unkind to my family. I had many cousins fall in combat and when the time came for drawing combatants when my brother fell it was me and my father." He didn't seem remorseful at all in his explanation, just stating is rather frankly. "Well that was the day I left Arcose and I don't have to go into detail about who won said fight. I haven't returned to Arcose since then, which has been almost twenty years now. I've been on Earth for ten of them.", blinking a few times to get some sand out of his eye and giving one of them a rub, he turned back and looked up for a second. "I think that's about the shortest I can explain it to make any sense."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2019 10:45:02 GMT -6
Hale certainly seemed more knowledgeable about recent events on Earth than Aizu was. As he rattled off the list of Arcosians he’d encountered, Aizu wondered at just how many of their kind had frequented this backwater planet over the years. Hale was providing a wealth of new information. The imposing Arcosian would no doubt be a useful connection on that strength alone. It seemed likely his power level was significant, too. Aizu found himself curious to know just how powerful he was. What hidden reservoirs of strength lay beneath the already mighty exterior?
Aizu puffed thoughtfully on his cigar as Hale went on to describe the circumstances of his self-imposed exile from Arcose. Thick blue-grey smoke drifted away in the gentle breeze and the sun beat down on their heads. The ancient ceremonies Hale described were alien to Aizu, whose only experience of other Arcosians was his father. Their family had descended from an outlaw who fled into deep space during the fall of the Arcosian Empire. It was far from a glorious origin, but it lent them a unique perspective.
“My family left Arcose generations ago. I grew up on the fringes of civilised space, surrounded by wandering outcasts and interstellar immigrants. Arcosian traditions are alien to me,” Aizu let another plume of smoke pour from his mouth lazily.
“In many ways I guess you’re still more like them than I am, regardless of our allegiances.” Aizu puffed on the cigar again. His curiosity about Hale demanded to be satisfied if possible. How powerful could an Arcosian become? He had little frame for reference but this warrior might enlighten him.
“No doubt you are skilled in the Arcosian martial arts,” Aizu mused, flicking the remnants of the extravagant cigar off into the distance. “You seem like the sporting type. How would you feel about a little sparring, maybe exchange some techniques? I haven't had a real workout in months.” He rolled his head across his shoulders, eliciting a series of pops from his muscle bound neck. Groaning with satisfaction, he began to loosen up a little. He felt excitement at the prospect of a real challenge. He'd not fought anyone even close to his power in what felt like forever. He was very conscious of the fact that he might even be a little rusty.
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Post by Hale on Feb 19, 2019 17:39:19 GMT -6
Giving a bit of a shrug, "Well I'm not sure if I would call it an Arcosian specific tradition. Maybe it is I don't know frankly. I just know my family was very serious about it, obviously. I don't know that it was something other Arcosian families stuck to tradition wise in their own ways, but my family was a bit strange about their traditions." It had been a long time since Hale had spoke of his family, and it wasn't near as odd as he thought it might have been, especially talking to a stranger about it. Perhaps them being Arcosian made it feel a bit more natural talking about his Arcosian family, but it simply wasn't something that tended to come up in conversations all that often.
He couldn't help giving a bit of a laugh at Aizu's comment however true or false it might have been in reality. "It's odd hearing someone say that. I hear all the time that I'm not at all what people expect from an Arcosian. I apparently don't act like one sometimes, I don't talk like one, and I don't fight like one. So hearing someone tell me that is a first in I don't even know how many years." Waving his arms some at Aizu's comments he gave a bit of a chuckle. "I can't imagine that is true. My father taught me a minimal amount of fighting, but in all honesty I just learned to use strengths and weaknesses and I will be the first to admit even all these years I'm still not what I would consider a martial artist. I can wrestle, I can throw a punch, but I don't really know. I've had a lot of people tell me I fight like a wild beast, but it isn't on purpose so I don't really know." The moment he spoke about fighting Hale perked up quite a bit. "I am always up for a good fight. I will just say this now I have no idea how strong I am let alone how strong you are. I can't do that fancy reading power levels stuff I see some guys and gals doing. I don't have one of those scouter things either cause, well I just don't really like them. Just tossing that out there now." Hale was still standing in his Brute Form, and he could only assume the same of Aizu given the size and shape of him. "When you are ready." Hale stood hunched over a bit with his legs spread as if he was ready to bear hug someone that came close enough for him to grab.
Still in Brute Form PL 140,000
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2019 23:22:46 GMT -6
A little thrill of excitement ran through Aizu as Hale agreed to the fight. He made it sound like he was something of a bruiser and his strength was sure to be whole orders of magnitude beyond anything he'd dealt with recently. He felt the first trickles of adrenaline flow into his system as Hale explained he wasn't sure exactly how strong he was. Aizu had to confess the possibility of a significant gulf between them had occurred to him.
“Yeah, I'm between Scouters for now. But if need be one of us can transform to level the playing field, eh?” Aizu dropped into a defensive posture as Hale did the same opposite. He signaled his readiness. Aizu nodded in response as his mind whirled with options.
How best to approach an unknown foe? He recalled countless drills and strategy lectures from his youth. The answer was quick to be forthcoming: Probe their defences. It was an early lesson, a basic principle in his line of work. If Hale was significantly stronger as he suspected, it was best not to risk too much in an all-out attack. Besides, this was to be a friendly sparring match. It was surely good form to start things off easy. A few basic moves would do for starters, he decided. His body tensed, muscles coiling like a snake preparing to strike.
“Defend yourself!” Aizu boomed as he launched himself towards the other Arcosian. This was what he lived for. Pulse pounding, wind rushing past his face. It was the most exhilarating thing in life for him. The clarity of thought, the surge of boiling adrenaline, battle was an experience unlike any other.
His body whirled as he pulled in close, a foot extending, aiming to plant itself squarely across his broad chest. It was far from a lethal blow but it’d knock him back if their strength was even vaguely comparable.
KP: 3/3
Aizu begins the combat with a basic melee attack
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Post by Hale on Feb 26, 2019 19:06:36 GMT -6
Some fighters liked to fight but were far more reserved about it. Some fighters reveled in any punch thrown like a wild beast going after prey. It was hard to tell if Aizu was more the calculated type or not, but he was more assuredly not reserved in how he wanted to start off this fight, and Hale could fully appreciate that. The way Aizu charged in reminded him less of himself and more of how his father would fight, seeming to have a goal in mind even with the first punch, and he could see it in the Arcosian's face as he closed the distance between the two of them. Hale wasn't much for elegance in battle as he saw no point. When your goal was to hurt someone or stop them from hurting you, where was the room for fancy moves?
It was only the first move, but as the kick came towards him, it felt as if time had stopped in Hale's mind, not because of the speed of movement, but his adrenaline had kicked in and was pulsing through his veins. His eyes widened and teeth clenched reflexively as his arm went up and pulled back with a fist clenched as tightly as his jaw. There was no attempt to block the attack or move his feet past one sliding back to plant, a simple hard fist headed right towards Aizu's calf to intercept the kick with a straight hard punch.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2019 22:12:51 GMT -6
Aizu felt the lurch of shifting momentum as Hale’s fist collided with his leg. For the briefest of moments he carried on his trajectory before the full force of the other Arcosian’s punch came into effect. He spun out of control, his leg hurtling away from the point of contact and dragging the rest of him with it. The blow was painful, no doubt about that. Even more painful was crashing into the ground in a limp-limbed heap, too stunned to stop himself. His mind raced as he felt himself come to a stop. He couldn't stay down unless he wanted to end up pinned beneath his opponent. Thinking fast, he sprang up on his tail, launching himself into the air briefly to gain some distance.
Now a few dozen feet away, Aizu took a moment to breathe and weigh up his options. Hale’s attack wasn't particularly well-timed or aimed. But the pain currently throbbing through his calf indicated that he’d still managed to exert a lot of force. He was forced again to consider that he might be outclassed. He almost hated to admit that might be true, but evidence was mounting quickly. He decided to probe the defences once more before he considered transforming, dropping back into a fighting stance.
Without warning, he burst into a frenzy of weak but rapid ki blasts, tearing up the ground between them and kicking up huge clouds of dust. Hale couldn't see him now, and that gave him a chance to try a flanking maneuver, sweeping round to Hale’s right side. Charging in once again, he tore through the dust clouds, aiming to take his opponent by surprise and land a mean flying punch across Hale’s jaw.
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Post by Hale on Feb 27, 2019 22:52:46 GMT -6
For some reason Hale was surprised something that simple had worked, and more so to the degree it had worked. He was expecting a bit more pain for the colliding attack but his fist carried through and he just almost fell forward from the momentum, stumbling to a stop with wide eyes. Aizu wasn't keen on staying down for long, suddenly launching up with Hale not moving anything but his head to follow, tilting it to the side and raising a brow curiously. "Round two?", Hale called over, still standing in his barely standing up straight pose, sliding back to his not so impressive defensive stance.
It looked like Aizu was in fact ready to come at him again, but he hadn't transformed, leaving Hale to grin and lower his stance a bit more and watch more carefully this time. He had to assume the next attack wasn't going to be as straight forward and he might have to watch it a bit more carefully. Perhaps this was yet another opponent he could learn from the hard way. The sudden ki attack did catch Hale a bit by surprise as he was expecting another physical attack, though this was a move he was used to from a surprising amount of other Arcosians it seemed. Crossing his arms in front of his face to block them instead of attempting to dodge, he tried to keep his eyes up, sighing as the sand kicked up with dust, groaning to himself loudly.
Usually an attack came from above as some attempt to knock him off his feet or a surprise uppercut, so his main focus was to stay on alert, sliding a foot forward and raising his arms up in anticipation. The attack came a bit faster than he had been expecting, and coming from his side while simple did in fact catch him off guard, and his attempt to react ended up a bit of a mess. His feet came back before he fully turned and he went sprawling backwards, inadvertently dodging the punch but falling on his back with his legs tangled up and just laying there. Hale was strong, powerful, muscular, and a factually terrible martial artist on the whole.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2019 12:14:40 GMT -6
Aizu's arm scythed through the air where Hale’s head had been mere microseconds before, his momentum carrying him well past his target. He hit the ground, skidding to a halt in the dust a few dozen yards away. Turning to face the other Arcosian, he was briefly dumbstruck to find Hale lying on his back. Had he fainted? Aizu was certain he hadn't hit him, and even if he had; he suspected it wouldn't have made such an impact. As Hale lay prone, Aizu found himself stood awkwardly watching, briefly unsure of what to do.
He was fairly certain his opponent had the edge in raw power, but his apparent lack of finesse made him wonder if transforming was worth it at all. He briefly cursed himself for not having acquired a new scouter. It would have taken a lot of the guesswork out of the equation. One idea on how to gauge Hale’s strength had begun to creep to the forefront of his mind, however.
“On your feet, warrior,” Aizu said as a corona of vibrant purple hues began to swirl and coalesce around him. “If we're going to do this right, I need to know just how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.” With that, an orb of crimson light began to form in his right hand, humming with power. He was building energy for his favourite ranged technique - the Buccaneer Buster. He admired the glittering sphere as it cast its bloody glow across his features. He’d not used such a powerful attack in quite some time.
“This should set a good benchmark for us,” Aizu called over to his opponent, taking his eyes off the growing ball of ki as he reached out towards Hale.
Taking aim, he waited for Hale to stir from his position on the ground. As soon as he did, Aizu let loose - the orb becoming a devastating beam. It filled the air with a sound like thunder, forcing great drifts of sand out of its path as it lanced towards Hale, bathing him in red light as it drew dangerously close.
KP: 2/3
Aizu fires [A1] Buccaneer Buster (-1KP)
23,932 PL coming Hale’s way
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