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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jun 28, 2019 12:04:35 GMT -6
Her slash connected, sliced into him yet didn't cut deep. It was enough and yet not enough, deep yet not deep. Each swing had an impact even if it wasn't visible, each swing had force even if it didn't leave physical scars. Oboe made his statement, his apology towards the girl... But she didn't listen. She didn't care for his words, didn't care for his vows. He wasn't backing down, and that's what she cared about. Once again they began to clash, both warriors rocketing forward and slamming their fists into each other. Shock waves reverberated outwards from their clashes as they practically danced in the sky. Each smash causing more stress, each clash causing more unseen damage. The purple and golden aura's mingled and almost merged together each time they clashed before exploding outwards in an otherwise beautiful mixture of colors. If it wasn't so violent, one might mistake them for simply doing some intense training. Alas this was nothing close to actual training for either of them, each of them fighting for their lives, each of them fighting for their ideals and pride. With each clash her body only shuttered more and more, trembled with fury and anger despite the blood that practically soaked her arm and steam rising off of her form. Had it not been for his own energy that coated his arms, the clashing with her blade might've done some actual damage. But as they clashed Oboe pulled their card, a quick step to the side followed with an appearance behind her. Kitiana's body instinctively reacted, sending the blade backwards however it was a feint, the sword passing through the faux image. Her eyes narrowed as her head was shifted upwards, one arm outstretched as he stretched his arms down towards her. Her chaotic swirling energy wrapping itself around her like a bubble just moments before impact that sent her rocketing downwards. A loud, thunderous crash resounded outwards as an enormous amount of dust was kicked up and a crater formed underneath her. Kitiana lay there in the impact site unmoving, embedded a good six inches into the ground. But before the smoke had even cleared Oboe had made his next move, without hesitation he rushed downwards towards her once more, firing yet more volleys of energy downwards into the smoke, likely aiming to simply cover everything beneath him to ensure he hit her. Kitiana hadn't moved still however, had stayed laying in the same position even as the volley was sent downwards. By the time the smoke cleared her signature had dwindled significantly, and her body, both battered and bruised, lay there unmoving. Had Oboe gone too far? Had he fired one too many ki blasts? He'd get his answer soon enough as the ground that held her began to shake and tremble, small rocks began floating upwards slowly as Kitiana let out one very low, soft almost feral-like growl. It wasn't long before everything around them was shaking and trembling, larger and larger chunks of earth starting to be pulled up from the ground itself. Her aura began flickering back to life, pulsating as lightning crackled around her form. "ibsh... K pztn... KEYRSL!"Her strange demonic tongue echoed across the battlefield, her aura flaring back to life as she finished her sentence. The ground around her exploding outwards in all directions, the floating rocks being scattered away from her as well as she charged towards Oboe. Her speed wasn't held back as she charged straight at Oboe, the glow of her markings and blade grew darker, to a dark violet. Gripping the hilt with both hands and swinging upwards with the intent to slice the Namekian in half from bottom to top. But she didn't wait for that to connect or not, her swinging didn't stop. It kept going, aiming to simply carve him into as many chunks as she possibly could. The true question now was, would Oboe fight back? |
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Post by Oboe on Jul 8, 2019 20:18:26 GMT -6
Shock wasn’t the only thing that etched itself on the Namekians features as the young girl – Kitiana – roared out with words of power, the planet responding to her call with a booming thrum. Without warning she once again sped her path towards him with reckless abandon, uncaring of the potential danger she was placing herself in. The dark violet aura encapsulating her blade becoming thicker and thicker as she swiftly began spinning into action. Slash, thrust, flurontine, Kitiana’s movements were a blur, a violet line tracing the outline of her motions and leaving an eerie trail behind in their wake. The frantic motions, the defensive thrusts and slashes, Oboe narrowly weaved through each and every motion – if only thanks to the practice proficiency with his senses. Each strike, each slice, they lacked the committed movement of her earlier responses. What was worse, for her, they were extremely easy to read as they seemed more the actions of a cornered beast then that of a martial artist. A pity. For all of her talents, Kitiana’s inability to wrestle control within her own power was truly disappointing. He felt for the young girl and wanted no more trouble to come of conflict with her. In an attempt to put some distance between the two of them, Oboe would reach out with his left hand – the limb once again extending like a thick cord. Its open palm would grow in size and thickness as the Namekians muscle control – a testament to their ability to change their shape into ginormous titans – was put to full use. Her ki blade would bury itself deeply into the ever-lengthening limb, causing the Guru to wince in pain – yet he didn’t fail to continue. His desire to help the girl outweighing all sense of reason. Floating backwards in simultaneous motion with his limb’s extension, Oboe would time his next move accordingly. Snapping the limb back, as well as returning in a rush like fashion towards her in conjunction, Oboe attempted to wrestle the sword from her enraged grip with the retracting limb – fully aware that such an action may cost him an arm. Still, he did not care; this had to end now and he was going to do so. Maneuvering in such a way that his entire form was facing her, Oboe cocked his right arm backwards as a familiar golden-violet glow encased his fist. Roaring with force, once again the words of power boomed through the mountainous area. Gigun!: Dangan!!! (Righteous Force: Bullet!!!)
As if timed directly with his arm being fully returned to its original length, his form being right ontop of her, and the arm embedded with the sword now bleeding profusely, Oboe would thrust his fist into the jawline of the young demonic child. A crack of power echoed as static flowed from the impact zone. An invisible force would expel outwards as suddenly the sphere of power was released and used to potentially send the girl flying down into the ground once again, this time hopefully permanently. The downside to such an action was – however – that if she hadn’t released her grip on the sword, his left arm would be sliced off completely, leaving a gaping purple spilling wound in its wake.
Oboe Uses Gigun: Dangan (N1 Ki Orb) - 1 KP
Total Damage: 71,280 Into her Jawline.
KP 0/3 |
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jul 8, 2019 20:56:22 GMT -6
The clash of two entities, titans in their own rights echoing across the land. Though nobody was around to witness, the remnants of their battle would linger for years to come. The very land around them being reshaped and molded by their clashes, the very planet practically screaming in pain. An otherwise beautiful dance marred by the intensity of the furious attacks unleashed on both sides. The raw power that was being unleashed even in their simple clashes would make most anyone tremble in fear. Titans on this world clashing, one with the intent to kill and the other the intent to help. Diametrically opposed intentions, neither willing to back down. The more practiced individual managing to maintain his composure as the emotionally fueled girl struggled to maintain any semblance of self. Just as quickly as she had charged she was grabbed and shoved backwards, shoving Kitiana back as he himself moved away from her at the same time. Once he had gained enough distance he attempted to pull his arm back, trying to yank the sword out of her hand which... came with no resistance? Her hand simply releasing the blade and seemingly willingly letting him take it. It didn't take him long before he charged her once more, rearing his fist back and roaring out same as she had just done. Kitiana simply hovered there, head tilted downwards as her arms and legs seemed to hang limp in the air. His fist swung forward, slamming into her jaw. Her head was pushed backwards but her body didn't move, it stayed in it's place and her eyes were shifted to the corner of the sockets to stare back at Oboe. The entirety of them was shrouded in a swirling purple mist, the pupils barely even visible. She'd taken his attack directly, however it was but a moment after she'd taken it that a bright purple light appeared at his chest. Her left hand had moved up and pressed against it and just as quickly as the light appeared an explosion erupted forth against the Namekian, Kitiana vanishing and reappearing several meters away from the explosion. Dusting off her clothes and quickly spitting out a not-so-small amount of blood. Taking an attack like that directly hurt... a lot. But she wanted to ensure he was forced to take the same if not more damage than she had... So it as the only thing she could do. But she could sense he wasn't dead, it was why she hadn't turned her back on him... yet. She was merely waiting for his retaliation. |
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Post by Oboe on Jul 15, 2019 20:13:38 GMT -6
The impact had been solid; Oboe had felt it. The energy that had left his fist had cascaded into her form with some massive level of damage – as indicated by her form. Yet, even still, she persisted to resist his help. What he hadn’t expected, not even slightly, was her tremendous counter assault. Having not anticipated she’d even still have such energy remaining, Oboe could only scream in pain as the massive attack exploded upon his chest. The resulting cacophony of light and sound resonated throughout the Scar, causing the world itself to tremble in response to the Guru being attacked.
An eerie quiet filled the area as the the smoke from the expulsion of power dissipated into vapor. As the billowing ash and dirt vanished, a silhouette could be seen from behind the shroud; Oboe had taken the impact but looked quite the worse for wear as the sheer output of power had slammed into him with dramatic flourish. His previously damaged clothes were all but tathers now as the Guru of Namek stood there, only half of his khaki colored garments that he wore beneath his vest-robe were maintained on his body – the other half having been clearly torn asunder by the impact. His face leaked profusely, violet rivers crashing over his eyes and lips. Then, there was the arm…
The sword had taken the left arm from the elbow down – the perfect stump dripping as the lost limb caused the Namekian great discomfort. The attack had hit, but the cost had been great – still, though Guru had been damaged, in his defiance, he stood proud – well as proud as he could while bleeding and missing an arm.
That attack just now – it could’ve killed me…and yet, it felt…weaker. Nothing like her earlier strike. Its almost as if the damage I’ve done, when coupled with the burning weakness of that mark spreading across her body, she’s fading! This is bad! If she doesn’t go down soon, she might burn out of her own energy, that would be catastrophic! I cant let her burn out!
Grunting with exertion, Oboe found that it took a lot more effort to move then it had before. His muscles burned and ached as the exertions of combat took their toll. He wasn’t a fighter – not in the slightest. The Priest had only barely begun to understand the rigors of combat as he’d barely been involved in them. Yet he had to push on – he knew that as it stood he was the only hope left for Kitiana lest her darkness swallow her up and she be lost in the Tempest. Growling with Namekian fury, Oboe rushed forward – his right hand stretching out and once again willing his ancient staff into being. Entering into a quick spin, the Namekian would take the large gem end of his staff and – like a maul – move to slam the crystalline object into the side of the mutating womans face, in the same spot his might ‘bullet’ would’ve struck.
"Kitiana! Snap Out of it!"
There was a fervor in his moves, a blind fury as he recklessly struck out at Kitiana, his staff an extention of his being and moving with the same fluidity and grace as his earlier limb attacks. He had to keep moving – he had to press the assault just a tad longer. His arm – though lost, would come back in moments, but he needed to push harder – he needed to break her down. If only for her sake, Kitiana had to be knocked unconscious – he had to recover her now before the shadow within finally took her over and she was left with nothing more than despair. She had to be stopped. Here. Now.
Oboe Took the Damage 126,720(58.6% Ouch!)
Oboe Does No KP Action 1/3 +1 KP Regained
Attempts to Bludgeon Kitiana into Unconsciousness
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jul 17, 2019 13:43:54 GMT -6
Just as planned her attack went unmitigated, when his form was revealed her blade was gone and part of his arm was as well. He was far more damaged than she was, though they looked equally battered. As her head lifted to stare at the Namekian, it was revealed just how much damage she was actually taking. Her head was bleeding quite a bit, half of her face was covered in her own blood. Though despite this she didn't seem to notice her own pain or blood, despite the fact that she must've been in an enormous amount of pain. The Namekian was clearly in pain though, his movements were stiff though no more easy to read than previously. However his movement suggested that he wasn't intending to back down, he was, in fact, going to continue his foolish notion of 'helping' her. This was getting tiring. His staff reformed and he made his next move known, a frontal assault.
A twisted grin formed on her face as he charged forth, the air trembling around her. Her Power Level once again shot up, her left arm raised and her hand curled into a fist. "Q bmxar nc bwe owkwq na or ferp!" Her fist was sent forward, aiming to smash through the staff and hit the Namekian square in the jaw! It was becoming increasingly obvious how quickly she was burning through her reserves, of how quickly she was losing... But just as she burned through her reserves she was becoming increasingly more reckless and careless, ignorant to the injuries she was inflicting upon herself let alone receiving from the Namekian himself! Powerful though she may be, she wasn't paying attention to herself or what she was doing.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 20, 2019 21:00:33 GMT -6
He could feel it. He could see it. The fatigue was etched so clearly upon her features, yet her demonic desire to push forward despite it all was too immense. At this rate, at the rate her energy was surging, she was going to burn out like a candle and then – when that happened – it wouldn’t matter how much potential she had once held, how much power she could’ve obtained; it’d all be over for her. She’d never be the same as she once was. The markings and damage to her body were growing exponentially and it was in this that he realized just how he could fight her.
All at once, her tremendous strength surged forward towards his Staff, yet the reinforced Aijisa wood proved to be more than capable of withstanding the blow as the Namekian Sage was thrown backwards at high speeds, angular to the ground. The impact was tremendous as a dirt crater appeared in response to the Namekian’s impact. Damage was growing as Oboe lay there for the moment, struggling under the weight of the damage his body had taken thus far and the onset of rapid blood loss. A cough of blood splashing upon the dirt and Oboe was once again rising to his feet.
Damn. She’s tough, but…she’s burning low. I just have to hang in there a little bit longer…just a tad longer and I think I can do this. Just gotta keep her attacking…find an opening…
Slowly he began to rise up towards the sky again. What plan could the Guru of Namek have concocted now? What was he going to do against an opponent that was burning their own life-force just to keep in the game? The question wasn’t what, it was how. How was he going to get Kitiana to open herself up to him? How was he going to restrain the girl until she ran out of steam? How was he going to accomplish all of this AND still leave her capable of recovery? The question was hard pressed, but not without an answer.
“Im sorry Kitiana. Im must seem like the biggest jerk to you right now. I won’t leave you be, I wont let you go, I just keep coming at you. I promise you though, I won’t give up. I’ll bring you back to the front and teach you how to control this. I promise you…” Oboe declared his intentions and with a burst of speed that seemed unnatural given his condition, he was once again upon her; this time from behind. Using his ability to Suppress his energy, Oboe had lowered it to the absolute minimum as he shot his stretchable limb out once again to wrap around her completely and constrict.
If successful, he’d hold her there and struggle against her impending counter-offensive, willing to withstand the pain of her onslaught just a bit longer.
Oboe does no KP attacks
Damage: 58.6%
KP Recovered +1
Total KP 2/3
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jul 20, 2019 21:48:30 GMT -6
Burning, burning, burning! Like a raging inferno her aura pulsated and burned the very air around her, her own body nearly boiling with how much her aura raged around her. Her blood boiled and raged within her like molten magma being thrown from a volcano. Even as the Namekian was sent flying she snarled like a feral animal down at him, her eyes entirely covered over by that swirling purple mist, her left arm covered in blood with a soft purple glow beneath it.
The dust cleared slowly, her seething hatred bubbling out in swathes of long tendrils of that dark purple energy. His apology was announced, though whether she heard him, or even cared enough to listen, was another story entirely. His subsequent rush towards her, followed by a vanish of both physical and spiritual notice gave her pause but only for a moment it seemed. His limb reaching out to wrap around her to try and constrict her movement, though hew as wise to be aware of the inevitable counter-attack. Her arms flexed as her fists came together, curling into tight balls as she gritted her teeth. Growling loudly at the Namekian like a cornered animal, before letting out a deafeningly loud roar.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Her very energy surged forth, the long tendrils now violently lashing out at her surroundings. However this wasn't the intent of her cry, to the perceptive it was merely a side effect. The true reason for it was a faintly glowing object embedded within the ocean below. Her cry continued longer and longer, becoming more and more clear that she was crying out for something. What was it?... Her Sword. Her cry stopped for a moment as her energy was sucked inwards, a slow but deep inhale began before an explosive torrent of energy erupted from her as her cry began anew... but different this time, instead of raw anger... it was pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
The sword erupted out of the ocean, point aimed upwards as it raced up with the intent to slice off his remaining arm as it soared passed. Kitiana's arms began actually pushing against his arms now, fighting against his hold on her as her energy continued to surge out of her with renewed intensity. But if this emotionless, unfeeling state she was in was feeling pain... Just how injured was she really?
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Post by Oboe on Jul 23, 2019 14:03:34 GMT -6
The rage fueled screams of the demonoid went uncared for as the Namekian Guru struggled to maintain his grip around the woman. With only one arm and not much he could do as his magical energies coalesced within, Oboe found himself pitting this maneuver as an “all-or-nothing” action. He could physically feel her swelling power as she struggled against her unorthodox bindings, only to feel the flex of the Namekians musculature with every movement. He wasn’t going to let go – that much was certain, so when a flow of alien energy emanated from the ocean behind him, he of course wanted to turn and see what it was, but to do so was to take attention off the girl and he couldn’t risk that.
“Calm yourself Kitiana, find yourself and return to the surface. Wrestle control back!”
Soon the cries of anguish and rage subsided and Oboe’s ears were thankful. The sheer shrieking sound had been far too painful but he’d endured for the sake of the mission. As if his thoughts of thanks were read by the other, she began to emit another high shrieked noise, though this one was as if it was pained; like all the damage she’d received up to this point had finally been catching up on her! Could that be it? Could she be wearing down with every blow? Before he could register the idea, a glimmer caught his eye.
“Wha?”
With a flex of his muscles, fighting against her arms struggling to break his grip, Oboe would prepare himself as the sword would slice into his outstretched arm, cutting deeply but not enough to cleave his arm off. The violet sanguine dripping towards the surface below however made it quite clear that the Guru had been injured. Wincing in pain, he continued to focus as a soft glow of light began to emanate from his missing limb stump as well as the fresh wounds across his body. Something was about to happen – though what was anyone's guess. Still – when Guru began to glow before something incredible happened so there was no reason to believe that this wouldn’t continue to be the case.
“Rest easy!” He yelled;
His anaconda like arm, still coiled, would be flung downward as the limb was stretched even further, attempting to bring Kitiana’s raging body towards the ground itself where he could fight without floating. He would follow suit, but even if she managed to escape his grasp – which was possible – all he’d do would be to snap his arm back and prepare for the next blow. This fight was nearing its conclusion, one way or another. He just hoped it wouldn’t come down to the other…
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Jul 24, 2019 9:19:47 GMT -6
As her body was flung downwards, Kitiana's arms flexed and pushed against the arm before finally breaking free though not in time to stop herself from crashing into the ground. Her power level dropping drastically to it's original state. Her body embedded into the ground, her blade plummeting to the ground before dropping back into the ocean and becoming wedged into the ground once more. As the dust finally settled, Kitiana, though not unconscious, was laying unmoving within the small crater that had been made yet again. Her eyes opening after a moment before her body slowly pulled against her psuedo-bindings, rolling out of the indent and onto all fours. She remained there for several moments before she began to slowly dry heave, a small lump in her neck forming and slowly moving upwards before she spewed out a splattering of blood and a small blood red rock.
Falling back onto her side, her eyes closed half way. Her breathing was very heavy, her consciousness slowly fading. Her aura and change in hair, as well as the glowing markings, all vanished. She had reverted to her base state and not long after, fell unconscious. Blood slowly leaked from the side of her mouth and left arm, her body limp against the ground.
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Post by Oboe on Jul 25, 2019 10:30:00 GMT -6
There was no great fanfare, no semblance of joy or reward for the end of this conflict; Simply Silence. His arm retracting, Oboe would find himself slowly coming to land next to Kitiana’s limp form. As if all at once the fatigue of the conflict finally played its hand, the Guru of Namek would fall to his knees right beside her – panting heavily from the exertion and the damage he’d received. The soft glow that had emenated from his wounds earlier had brightened as his missing limb, and his wounds, began to regrow and seal up; a testament to the healing Magic residing deep within his body. He used only what he needed to recover his strength and regrow his arm, but his focus was on Kitiana more.
He stared hard at the young girl for a moment, expecting her to leap at him once again and try to kill him. Such things never came to pass, to his joy, and as the time ticked down he realized that this fight was indeed over. With a sigh of relief, Oboe would place his still present hand upon the forehead of Kitiana. Slowly a golden hue would hum to life – not healing her completely – but doing its best to mitigate some of the damage so she wouldn’t be in critical condition. As he did so, his eyes landed upon the strange gemstone she’d just regurgitated. Curious.
“You are indeed talented, Kitiana. With training and control you will become one of the strongest individuals Ive ever met.”
For a time, the Guru of Namek just sat there next to her, his weakened state making it hard to keep his magic going. This had been both a rescue and a lesson to him – one that he would not soon forget. He was talented, sure, but there was so much more to learn from others that he realized No Namekian could truly understand the martial prowess of the off-worlders until they experienced it for themselves. With his dismembered arm regrown, Oboe would gather both the girl and her stone, into his arms and fly back towards Oros Village where he could properly tend to her wounds.
“Sleep Well…Child..”
Exiting Thread with Kitiana
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