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Post by Nashi on Feb 27, 2019 20:21:07 GMT -6
The Power Pole flew up, and up, and up, until it hit… Oozaru-shaped air? Drat. He had me attack his afterimage. And, indeed, that was what happened. Nashi watched on, concerned but not at all sure on what the best course of action was, unmoving. Surely there was a better way, there must have been! Otherwise, well… otherwise, the only thing you’d be admitting was ignorance.
Wonderful, he thought, not feeling wonderful in any capacity. ”Fine then, let’s get this over with. Whoever wins— it’s gonna be me, by the way— shall win quickly!” It was time for more drastic actions. He really did want to save Kyabe from whatever it was that Kalabas was preparing, but the Saiyan already went to that last resort and it prooooobably would prevent Kyabe from trying to get some munchies on in the audience. So, he’d probably lose, but was going to probably lose anyway, and there wasn’t as much a chance of people getting game ended by some monkeyboi.
”Watch out, nerd!” Nashi flew at the vast Arcosian, who just happened to have Kyabe potentially still in that wrestling thing Nashi forgot the name of. ”I don’t wanna slow down and I attacked Kalabas last, so you’re the lucky receiver of my… Blue Bro Ball!” Very original. I’m sure Hale was utterly surprised by this attack, which no one could have seen coming, ever.
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”OK maybe that’s gotten a bit old. How about… think, Nashi, think... Blue Bro Blow!” Then he’d bring the Power Pole down on Hale’s noggin, very nogginly.
Frankly, he just wanted this to be entertaining, and wanted to be consistently doing something, even if it was kinda dumb.
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Post by Hale on Feb 27, 2019 21:35:02 GMT -6
Hale paid little to no attention to the other two by the time Kyabe had suddenly started to blast him in the face, but given his assumption of their difference in power he didn't even flinch as he was blasted right in the face. It did little but annoy Hale, who was about to palm Kyabe and hold him down by the head before Kalabas suddenly appeared and yanked Kyabe to his feet, sending Hale back on his butt, slowly getting to his feet. "What even are you doing? I had it handled." It was pretty clear that he had gotten out of the way from Nashi's attack somehow, but his attention was stuck on Kalabas and Kyabe who he had in some sort of full nelson. His first reaction was to simply sigh and go attack Nashi, but he stopped before he head fully taken a step and looked back to Kalabas. "Excuse me?" His lip curled as he glared and his aura flared as his body began to shift even in this large state. Kalabas wanted him in his true form, and that was exactly what he got.
True Form
PL: 600,000
He wasn't nearly as annoyed as he was at the start of the last fight, but he wasn't a fan of Kalabas in general at this point, and was certainly not a fan of being insulted in the middle of a fight. "I suggest you put more respect in your sentences when you are talking to or about me or I'm gonna be the one finding a new partner in the next round, monkey boy." Stepping towards him as if he was ready to sucker punch him in the middle of his attack, but Nashi's yelling drew his attention with a heavy sigh. His head snapped around to look at Nashi as he was now coming in with an attack towards him as hell yelled out towards Kalabas from the side. "You want me to get serious and attack? Well how about this?" Screaming at Nashi a large green wave of energy flowed from his towards the blue haired cat man in a likely familiar attack as well.
[A1|Offensive] |Hulking Scream: Releases a growling scream that blasts forth energy point blank or at range towards the opponent from Hale's mouth.
198,000 2/3 KP
@watanabekyabe
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2019 20:40:51 GMT -6
Frankly, Kyabe was beginning to grow even more annoyed and enraged with his foes. They were tossing him around, damned near passing him around like a football in a game. From Kalabas, to Hale, and back to Kalabas. No one was holding him in place long enough to regain h is stamina fully, so they most definitely had that going for them. Kyabe's fury was only slightly quelled with the satisfaction he drew from landing his minor attack on Hale. His beam causing a small annoyance for the Arcosian, and Kyabe's mind like that of an annoying child who simply sought excitement at this point. So, he thought he'd get just that upon impact. Alas, nothing like that was to come from it. Instead, Kalabas yanked Kyabe to his mighty feet, and held him in the Full Nelson hold. Leaving him with little movement or freedom to move as he pleased. Still, though, he thrashed about as well as he could. His chances of breaking free, incredibly limited all the same, however. Kyabe was quickly in for a surprise, though. As he was held, as he thrashed and struggled, Kalabas decided to put an end to his foolishness. The powerful beam behind him coming to contact with his bare skin and dealing a tremendous amount of damage against the younger Oozaru. Kyabe howling out in pain, but quickly losing the energy, as well as consciousness, required to maintain his Oozaru form. Kyabe quickly losing his mighty size and weight, the hair on his body shedding or retracting back into his body from whence they came. His relatively tiny body released from Kalabas and quickly descending towards the ground. Watanabe Kyabe was retired!
KalabooKnock Out! |
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Post by Kalaboo on Mar 3, 2019 11:40:02 GMT -6
Kyabe fought the hold but his punches and screeches earned him nothing, his bestial rage was quelled by excessive amounts of ki, as dictated by the saiyan way. His monkey self fell limp on Kalabas’ arms, shrinking in size and gorilla-like attributes too fast and suddenly for the duke to catch him with his hands. The earthling saiyan was snatched inches away from an ugly crash, his Vegetan counterpart had wrapped his tail around his torso at the very last second. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” he said as he unceremoniously dropped the kid on a stretcher just outside the fighting grounds. The feral monkey business was over and now he could begin fighting proper, he just needed a second to regulate his ki flow. Alas, Kalabas was spent. Not physically, as he had only suffered some superficial scratches, but his afterimage was done quite sloppily. He’d have to work on it later, maybe spruce it up with some ballroom fandangle… Oh, how debonair! As he stood by the very edge of the arena, resting and recuperating by working up the crowd, he heard the most hellish thing. Worse than his normal voice, Hale’s screams felt like sandpaper snaking to and fro the very folds of Kalabas’ brain. He turned around to see a mouth blast done so exemplary that he himself had to give a single, unenthusiastic clap. “Why, I am almost impressed. It is no use to call me a monkey boy, however - banter of that nature is unsportsmanlike and does not work on me. Then again, if you were one for sportsmanship you would have not finagled a second spot on your own tournament. And here I thought arcosians were all about subtlety.”Having recovered some gusto and stamina, the Duke powered up and flew to the other two. His plan was to busy Nashi with a salvo of fists and kicks, then throwing him to Hale’s reach should both be conscious in the coming seconds.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Nashi on Mar 3, 2019 23:50:22 GMT -6
Things weren’t going especially not terrible. This much was known. But, then, to dump a load of bad things on the swimming sea of bad things? That was bad.
If Nashi had to choose a point where things started going really really bad, perhaps he’d have chosen that short span in which tantamount to everyone but Nashi became vast, or… actually, that was mostly it. There was also Hale entering back into the Tournament, but what Nashi didn’t realise was that that was proooobably a blessing in disguise, at least in terms of how thoroughly he’d lose.
And, then? Hale transformed, once again, and Kalabas’ request was made an actuality. ”You people and your transformations, jeesh…” Nashi would utter, silently, under his breath. Whatever happened to good old beating each other up? Gee, these Saiyans and Arcosians really mustn’t get along well at all. Nashi wondered what that was all about.
Nashi could only watch on as the Great Ape that once was and will again be Kyabe was blasted. He watched on as the beast fell from the heights of consciousness, and watched on as the human— no, saiyan— returned to the world. Unconscious, perhaps, but Kyabe all the same. Nashi watched on, glad, and content that his student was safe. He had no other reason to be here, no reason to fight, he knew he couldn’t win with so little time and against such powerful opponents. No, that would take a miracle.
But miracles, sometimes, happened. A miracle was how Nashi found the Power Pole, found the Tower, the Lookout, his friends. A miracle was how Nashi was brought back from death. Because sometimes, Nashi decided, miracles happened. Not just if you let them, but if you make them. His power, aura, blueness, would rise.
As Hale’s green scream wailed to Nashi, the feline didn’t seem to even acknowledge its existence. With a prodigious krakoom the attack seemed to smash into the Senbyō, creating a terrific cloud of dust and smoke… the audience, less intentionally than usual, was stuck for a few moments in a state of suspense. But then, just as that suspense was fading…
For while Kalabas planned to fly over and attack Nashi, it was Nashi who’d Afterimage on the Oozaru’s shoulder. ”Boo.” [SU1] Blue Bro Burst used, avoiding the [A1] Bulking Scream.
[2/3KP]”BLUE!”
He needed to make his miracles. And he may as well try it, right? Might as well reach for the stars. Perhaps, if he did, he could glean some stardust. Nashi dashed to the back of Kalabas, where it would be the most annoying if the Oozaru tried to strike at him.
”BRO!”
He gathered his thoughts, and remembered that which was best left forgotten.
He calmed his heart, and it went racing.
He held his breath, and and pressed his fingers into his arms until they bled, and…
And, in no time at all, with a terrific burst of ki:
”Be—”
Nothing. Nothing at all. He knew not to call on the Behemoth and, in his foolishness, tried it anyway. Nashi’s magnificent aura of blue faded to the scent of burnt air as he fell, fell and fell, an ant among giants, with aspirations greater than his power. Or, a power beyond that which his body could handle.
Let’s flavour this as Nashi accidentally using the [SIG] Blue Bro Behemoth on himself. That’s 166% damage.
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Post by Hale on Mar 4, 2019 15:54:17 GMT -6
Hale was honestly a lot less interested in this fight than he had hoped to be, in part due to the teammate he ended up with this time around even compared to the one who barely was a teammate the last round. Kalabas was out to finish the fight and be done with it, hurling whiny insults and really taking most of the theatrics out of it for him. The only saving grace for the entire situation was watching Nashi nope his way around Kalabas' attempts and end up on his shoulder like some type of mocking parrot. "Sorry about your student." Hale yelled over to Nashi, but was almost cut short as he looked to be charging up some sort of attack. His first thought was that he was about to attack Kalabas that close, and it made him laugh a bit honestly, crossing his arms and grinning some.
His assumption was another one of those blue bro ball things, which he wasn't sure would cause a massive amount of damage to his partner, but worst case was he could take out Nashi after the fact. The way Nashi was charging however caught his attention as he was moving still, now partially out of view. "Waaaaaait a sec, not sure that's a good idea Nashi..." That was that unfortunately. He had momentarily lost track of the blue cat man, running around Kalabas as he caught the sight of the falling Nashi and catching him just before he would hit the ground. "You dumbass.", he sighed, looking down at Nashi who seemed to not be moving, looking around for the medical personal before flagging them down to come over and handing Nashi over to them. "I guess that's that then.", glaring over at the Saiyan as he began to shrink down to his normal size but staying in his transformed state. He didn't give him another look or word after the fact, mostly ignoring him and following the medical crew until they left the stage, no cheering, no celebration.
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Post by Kalaboo on Mar 4, 2019 19:43:32 GMT -6
Ask and you shall receive - Kalabas wanted the battle to be over and in less than three measly minutes his wish came true. Out of the almost literal blue the cat-mite appeared on Kalabas shoulder pad and surprised him enough to make him stop in midair “How very bothersome!” he huffed, somewhat amused, as his flicking finger missed his opponent entirely. The cat wasn’t quite yet over with the gymnastics, however. Small lights steps tickled all the way to Kalabas’ back as Nashi dodged claw strikes and tail swipes gracefully, the saiyan hadn’t expected such excellent footwork and attacked more frantically! Surprises kept coming, a power well beyond what Kalabas thought possible for his kitty cat opponent threatened to punch through his armor, for the first time in this battle the saiyan would face true, blood-pumping opposition! Excited, even content, the oozaru suddenly caught a very distressing whiff of burnt cat. Fearing for a moment that Hale had claimed a victim - for he was an arcosian and thus a fundamentally cretinous and vile simpleton - Kalabas pivoted on his heel and saw Nashi free falling. He tried on swoop with one hand, and scoop with the other, but the arcosian was the fastest rescuer of the two, thus proving to the saiyan that he was good for something and most certainly not a killer. Yet.
“So it seems, so it seems…” Kalabas walked in parallel to Hale as the arcosian pouted his way out like an upset hatchling, each step gradually returning the giant monkey to his base form, “What a very fun pantomime you have organized, one where warrior elites and event organizers clash with the greenest of trainees and their self-defeating senseis, who would expect an imbalance of power and skill in a match-up such as this one? Alas, I fear I have nothing more to gain from being here, I have matters more pressing than carrying your scaley hide to victory, would you believed it?” He grinned and his canines, as sharp and white as they were when they belonged to an oozaru’s, flashed in every screen. He stepped away from the frost demon and tore the microphone arm off the nearest camerabot, he had no time to waste and every intention to run his mouth for a bit.“Friends, saiyans, countrymen, lend me your ears!” Kalabas waited for the crowd to cease its roaring applause and booing, soon even the most ardent of the Duke’s lovers and detractors were reduced to a fearful silence, so intense was his televised scowl “I fought, I struggled, I WON!!” although he was not over some spirited clapping ensued and quickly died, Kalabas loathed being interrupted, as show by his soul-crushing frown. He cleared his voice and continued “Luck, unbridled, unadulterated, was what ensured my placing to this second round - the glory of my first victory belongs all to Commander Ramen, for to not only stand but surpass a super saiyan is a mark of an utmost warrior! A mark that I know I shall soon achieve... but not here, however! Not because the warriors are wanting, even the lizards were of some worth, but because the Kingdom beckons and I must answer its call! So, it is with a heavy heart that I must depart." He turned to Hale, “Perchance, good sir, you should leave your own private interest outside of roadside attractions such as these. So adieu, imbecile, the pleasure was all yours.” After a flash of light, a blur of speed, and a thundering rendition of the Saiyan Kingdom marches played by an orchestra Kalabas had secretly brought into the stadium, Kalabas left the planet behind.
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