Shura
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PL: 10,000
Fruit of Wrath (x2P) Agyō Mode (x4P)
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Post by Shura on Jun 29, 2019 13:28:18 GMT -6
PL: 4,000
Shura soared through the skies of the dragon world, looking for someone to fight.
A full day had passed since she'd first set foot in this realm. So Shura thought, anyway. You wouldn't know it from the waxing and waning of daylight, though. With three suns in the sky, it hardly ever seemed to get dark here. Shura didn't know how to mark the passing of time by watching the rotation of the suns. There had been little to distinguish night from day in the wastes. But she had slept once, in the hollow of a sheer cliff face, and had felt hunger two or three times. Fortunately, food was plentiful in this verdant territory of the planet, and the mighty beasts who lumbered through the jungle were vicious enough to be entertaining before they inevitably became food. You couldn't ask for much more.
Yes, this world had a lot to offer Shura, but mostly it seemed to offer distractions. She'd stopped mid-air in shock the first time she flew over a clear emerald lake, and had flown down to inspect it. The water here felt and tasted different. It sparkled gently on the tongue as it slipped down her gullet, as if she were drinking green moonlight; nothing like the foul water from the rare springs that bubbled up noisomely from the abyss below the demon wastes. Shura had lingered overlong by the lakeside, long enough to present a target to the hulking predator that awaited in the depths.
Suffice it to say, the crabs on this planet tasted better too.
But she'd come here with a purpose. Since climbing through the rift and emerging on Namek, she hadn't encountered any being that seemed intelligent enough to ask for directions, or preferably one she could wring them out of. Shura had glimpsed some sort of blemish on the horizon that she took to be a city. Someone there might be able to steer her in the direction of the dragon sages. But more than that, Shura felt an overwhelming need to hurt something, and another dumb animal wasn't going to cut it.
The last fight she'd had, the last proper fight, had been at the threshold of the Cave of Wings. Some pompous fiend with too high an idea of himself had barred her way, proclaiming himself the Guardian of the Dread Portal. He'd demanded to know the name of his challenger, only to fly into a fit of fury when she told him. By that point, even the scurrying creatures that lurked beneath the badland scree had heard how the Three Demon Sages of Broken Moon Mountain had met their demise, as well as the name borne by their slayer.
Sacrilegious fool! the Guardian had snarled, unfurling his iridescent wings. As you have not the wit to understand your sin, shall I not then eat thy brains?
Shura's grin as she recalled what followed was downright obscene. Yes, that had been a good fight, and when she cracked open the Guardian's skull-plate and chewed down on his grey matter, it was all the more satisfying for her opponent's boast. But the need for violence was strong in her again, and it would have to be indulged.
As if in answer to her wish, something snagged the corner of her eye. A figure traversing the landscape below, no bigger than a mote of dust. Yet even from this distance it seemed sapient, not bestial. Shura steered her trajectory downwards automatically, without an instant of indecision. Either it was someone she could shake down for information on this strange world and its mysterious sages, who may or may not hold the key to the riddle of her existence, or it was someone to fight. Either way, it was a win-win.
Shura didn't bother to slow down as she descended to earth. She plowed feet-first into the ground, mere yards from the lone figure, scoring a small crater in the plain and kicking up a shower of soil and stone. She turned slowly to face the stranger; she was a wild apparition in the settling dust, a beast with three eyes and a red tongue that lolled from a fanged mouth. Slowly she unfolded a single finger, extending it in accusation and challenge.
"You," she growled. "Where were will I find the dragon sages of this world? Am I going to have to beat the information out of you?" Shura grinned wolfishly, revealing every single one of her cruel fangs. "I really hope I'll have to."
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Post by Duran on Jul 7, 2019 9:44:44 GMT -6
Heavy metal footsteps echoed throughout the Outer Plait, accompanied by bone-chilling creaks of metal.
Duran had just escaped the Mazoku Gravesite, where he was struck with an unfortunate encounter. Another Saiya-jin, along with two of these 'Namekians' Duran had come to hear much about during his time here. How come the people of this planet seemed to respect the Saiyans? They talked to her as if they were allies...Friends, even! Despicable...The mere thought...!
The Saiyans must've evolved in the last 2000 years. Evolved to learn how to deceive others and gain trust...All to stab them in the back later. The Saiyans were barbarians, who only looked after themselves and only hungered for battle. These facts were set in stone, and until time would erode and their species would be ground to dust, they would continue to be.
This frustration and confusion had been gnawing at his mind ever since he escaped. And while his body felt fitter and more mobile, he couldn't shake off the feeling of unspeakable powerlessness. Still, he remained stranded on this strange planet, 'Namek'. Lacking allies, lacking proper firepower...Lacking an escape. It felt like the entire universe was out to get him.
Just then, Duran spotted a distant figure charging toward him from the skies...
And as it crashed down and glared at Duran with those bloodlusted eyes, he knew.
It really was out to get him.
Duran stood motionless infront of the savage, their stance and expression resembling nothing more of a ferocious animal that escaped it's cage.It pointed an accusing finger toward Duran, asking him the strangest of questions in a most demanding tone. The Android remained still, standing tall and fearless as his eyes narrowed.
''I do not know what you speak of.'' Duran stated bluntly.
His fingers twitched anxiously, the Saiyan blood within him riled up for a proper battle. ''Yet if you're starving to fight, I'll be happy to oblige.'' He said, unable to hold in a twinge of enthusiasm.
Duran raised his gunblade, showing the gigantic weapon at the demonic stranger. Strangely enough, most of the rust that covered the blade days prior had vanished. Even Duran himself didn't know the cause of this. Perhaps there was more to Destron Gas than the Android thought?
Nevertheless, it'd help him cut through his enemies quicker.
''Be warned that I have nothing to share. Especially with vermin like yourself.''
Duran's PL: 4,000. No KP used! Sorry this took so long man
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Shura
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PL: 10,000
Fruit of Wrath (x2P) Agyō Mode (x4P)
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Post by Shura on Jul 7, 2019 13:18:49 GMT -6
Bone creaked against metal as the towering creature turned to face her; the sound set Shura's teeth on edge. As the dust of her landing cleared, she blinked stray dirt out of her eyes, squinting to get a better look at her opponent. At first she assumed it was some sort of upright metallic crustacean, until she saw the shock of black hair and the single glowering eye in its head. It seemed to be an amalgamation of flesh and steel, quite unlike anything Shura had ever encountered in the Demon Realm. She could hardly tell where the man ended and the metal began.
"What are you? Some kind of automaton?" Shura muttered, looking the figure up and down with a mixture of fascination and distate. A weapon of sorts seemed to be affixed in place of its left arm, and she found herself speculating on the cutting power of that huge blade. But in the end, she could only shake her head, dog-like, in bewilderment. "No... I don't know what you are."
Her confusion quickly gave way to fury when the metal creature retorted, in no uncertain terms, that he would not be answering her questions. Yet her scowl was equally quick to break into a tusked grin at his ready acceptance of her challenge. "Hah! It matters little to me what you are. If you can't answer my questions, I'll take pleasure in breaking your shell open and spilling your guts." The violence deep in her gut began to writhe and flame, as if mirroring the spark of excitement in her opponent's eyes.
Shura drew a deep breath and tossed her head back. "I turned my back on the promise of glorious battle when I journeyed to this world!" she announced in a roar. Her cry bounced off distant crags and mesas, echoing back at them in a baying chorus. Slowly and deliberately, she planted her feet against the ground, knees low and crooked, and tilted her head to snarl happily at the creature. "My name is Seek Heaven Through Violence; Shura the Forever Battler! Remember it and curse me, as you crawl down the road to Hell!"
So saying, she erupted into motion like a shell from a cannon, barrelling straight at her opponent with both fists cocked at her sides. With a screaming laugh, she thrust both fists forward, aiming to slam them against the creature's clavicles.
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Post by Duran on Jul 15, 2019 12:47:56 GMT -6
Duran couldn't help but notice the Demon's strange fascination with his appearance. He had grown used to it, by now. He too admitted that the sight of him was a strange one, yet it mattered little in this situation. The Demon was directly threatening him, yearning for a battle with that familiar bloodlust stuck in its eyes. The Saiyan blood within him began to rile up, heating up his Destron Core in preparation.
''I am a Destron Droid, created by the greatest of scientists for one simple purpose: Extermination.'' Duran hissed his final word with such venom that it'd nearly make the plants around him wither. He slowly raised his gunblade, which was fuming with toxic Destron gasses. ''You are eager for death.'' He replied simply to the Demon's violent threats.
Suddenly, the Demon hunched backward like some sort of animal, howling out to the world around them in a fiery roar. 'Journeyed to this world', is what it said? Duran hummed curiously. He looked at the creature in bewilderment, truly curious as to who- or rather, what it even was.
Although he could only laugh at it's name.
''Seek Heaven Through Violence?'' Duran repeated in a mocking tone. '"What a ridiculous name.''
Duran met Shura's animalistic stance with his own. His right foot was planted forward, gunblade held back and upright as his other hand balled into a fist that pointed, arm held forward and flexed. The toxic gasses began spewing out of the exhausts scattered around him more profusely. ''If you wish to achieve Heaven through combat,'' Duran paused, his glare stiffening. ''Then why don't I just send you there!''
The Android hurled himself from the ground at the exact moment his opponent did. Dirt and rubble was kicked up and tossed astray like it was nothing as the two powers barreled toward eachother. Duran raised his gunblade as he noted the two fists coming straight toward him, able to catch the double-punch with the sheer size of his blade. It caused the Android to blow backwards just slightly, yet he immediately launched his body forward again.
Duran countered by lunging his weaponized arm straight at the Demon, aiming to pierce it's chest with precision and sheer aggression. Whether the stab connected or not, Duran would howl fiercely as he spun his body around, swinging widely with his Gunblade to slash whatever he could.
Sorry this took so looonggg
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Shura
Newcomer
PL: 10,000
Fruit of Wrath (x2P) Agyō Mode (x4P)
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Post by Shura on Jul 15, 2019 13:44:30 GMT -6
It was a tableau for the ages, the two combatants facing each other in battle-stance, seemingly frozen for an amber eternity in the brief moment of calm before the plunge. Noxious gas hissed from the exhausts that riddled the droid's corpus. A low, jackal growl rattled forth from the depths of Shura's chest. The entire planet might have been holding its breath in that quiet lull - but in that silence was the promise of a thunderclap.
They both charged in tandem, carving the landscape beneath them as they soared towards the clash point. Duran's gunblade sliced the air, and a sharp shock ran up Shura's arms as both her fists connected with the metal. Not a crack appeared in the metal, but the metal man was knocked backwards by the force of the blow. Shura let loose a harsh laugh, letting her red tongue loll out mockingly.
"You say Heaven awaits beyond the threshold of death?" she roared, her expression now twisting into a furious scowl. He had insulted her name; even though the words remained a riddle even to herself, such an insult could not be borne. "Tempting, Destron Droid! But you won't be the first or the last to--"
Her quick mouth proved to be her undoing. Shura didn't spot the approaching blade until the last second. Barely twisting her body out of the way, she felt a red line of agony scrawl itself across her left flank, jarring against her ribs. The chancing blow threw her off balance, but Duran's bloodthirsty howl alerted her to his second attack.
She ducked the swinging gunblade, dropping low and kicking forward, intending to close the distance and get on the inside of his swinging range. Power pulsed down her arms and into her fists, and with an ululating battlecry she let loose a barrage of punches aimed squarely at the creature's torso, too caught in the rage of the moment to consider his armour.
Whether or not her blows connected, Shura would attempt to reverse her momentum and disengage from the melee, leaping a few feet backwards to get some distance between herself and Duran. She touched her fingers to the gash in her side, wincing at the pain of it, but nevertheless locked eyes with Duran and mockingly touched her blood-stained fingers to her tongue.
"Your steel bites like a gnat," she hissed. "You'd kill me, would you? You think too well of yourself. And your creators' shoddy handiwork certainly isn't up to the task!" Shura spread her hands with a mocking chuckle, a contemptuous gesture of invitation. "Come, you worthless scrap! Carve me a path to Heaven on the edge of your blade!"
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Post by Duran on Jul 16, 2019 11:47:05 GMT -6
''You talk too much,'' Duran spoke sternly, glancing at the blood that covered the tip of his blade. His attack had struck, although it was nothing but a glancing blow. The Android quickly noted Shura's apparent lack of focus, more than likely attested by their intense animalistic behaviour. On the opposite spectrum, Duran remained calm and quiet when faced with battle. He was built with focus in mind, the perfect weapon.
Shura quickly closed the gap between them again as the Demon ducked under Duran's wide swing. His one organic eye rapidly darted back and forth, taking in the furious barrage of strikes that made it seem like Shura possessed multiple arms. The Android let out a grunt as it hunched backwards, raising his gunblade once again in defense.
This time however, Shura's strikes would not meet the dense and powerful steel of Duran's weapon. Instead, the Android erected a holographic shield that buzzed to live infront of him. The Droid's Penta-core defense was dense enough to completely negate the Demon's powerful strikes, as they simply bounced back with dull echoes. The rampant punches did push Duran back, however.
Once the Demon retreated, Duran lowered his gunblade and deactivated his shield. He kept his fierce gaze locked onto his opponent, not even showing the slightest hint of a reaction at it's insults and taunts.
''Perhaps I must sharpen my blade.'' Duran responded, raising his gunblade and pointing it at Shura. A cold and merciless scowl crossed his features. ''I shall use your bones.''
Holding his pose, Duran released a large amount of Destron Gas from the exhausts placed around his back and shoulders. They covered the Android completely, and continued to spread until it covered a large portion of their battlefield. The toxic gas was surely not one you'd want to inhale.
Utilizing his immunity to the gas, Duran moved quickly and violently through the cloud, nearly invisible due to how thick the smog was. Without warning, Duran would emerge from the Destron cloud and charge at Shura mercilessly, attempting to slash the Demon's midsection.
Using [B1]Penta-core Defense to block [A1]Profane fist! Both attacks fizzle out!
Duran covers the area in Destron Gas, and attacks Shura from it! (It's purely flavor if you want Shura to feel physically affected by inhaling the gas. Up to you!)
KP: 2/3
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Shura
Newcomer
PL: 10,000
Fruit of Wrath (x2P) Agyō Mode (x4P)
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Post by Shura on Jul 16, 2019 14:14:25 GMT -6
It took Shura a few seconds too many to properly process what had taken place during the clash. Far from inflicting any real damage, her furious blows had been blocked yet again. Not by the blade, this time; the Destron Droid had conjured some sort of ethereal barrier, shielding himself from her onslaught. The nature of the shield eluded her, but whether it was magical or something else entirely, it didn't matter. What mattered was that her opponent had drawn first blood, while so far she had only managed to knock him back a few feet.
Shura's snarl peeled into a rictus grin. This was already getting interesting. The frustration she felt now would only sweeten the satisfaction of her inevitable victory!
If her eyes betrayed any of the raging elation she felt, the metal man showed no sign of intimidation. She fully expected him to rush at her again, blade poised to slash or stab, but her opponent soon proved less than predictable. The hissing sound she'd noticed earlier dramatically increased in volume; suddenly the exhausts on his back and shoulders were belching copious amounts of thick, opaque gas. It enveloped the Droid in the skin of a second, cloaking him entirely even from Shura's baleful stare.
Shura gnashed her teeth together. A cheap trick! She'd make him pay dearly for it. But before Shura could react, the gas had closed the distance between them, shrouding her in smog. Suddenly it was in her nostrils, in her mouth and her lungs, and it was noxious, as sickening as the foul fumes that sometimes spewed out from the badland rifts.
She choked on it, tongue hanging from her mouth as she coughed and retched, all three eyes streaming furious tears. "What poison is this?" Shura rasped, clutching at her throat. It was weakening her, she knew. Her limbs and her head felt heavy, as if invisible arms had taken hold of them and were pulling them into the ground. She had to get clear of the smog somehow. That was the sole clear thought she could muster.
With a titanic effort, she kicked off the ground and into flight, soaring straight upward. When her head finally broke free of the smog and she was back under the clear green eyes, she gulped her first lungful of clean air with gratitude unbecoming of a demon warrior. But there was scarse time for relief, because at that moment Duran's stratagem was revealed. The Droid burst forth from the smog, flying towards her like an avenging angel, blade once again at the ready.
She couldn't dodge it. There was no time. Disoriented and weakened as she was by the effects of the gas, Shura reacted a split second too late, darting back just far enough that the blade wouldn't bisect her. Instead it carved another red line right across the bare flesh of her midriff, drawing a howl of pain and rage from Shura's throat. "BASTARD!" she bellowed, foam flecking her teeth. Her right hand lashed out, aiming to seize whatever handhold she could find on his chassis and grip it like grim death. A bead of blue energy pulsed and grew before the pupil of her middle eye, its iris now almost matching the hue of the inflamed sclera. With a shriek like the last rasp of a dying god, the bead erupted into a beam, and the full force of its blast was directed straight at Duran's head.
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Post by Duran on Aug 19, 2019 7:02:01 GMT -6
This ferocious beast was nothing compared to Duran. While they might've been equals in raw power, it was more than obvious that Shura lacked technique and thought. Much like he thought, the Demon was more akin to an animal, attacking and moving out of sheer frustration and bloodlust. All Duran had to do was keep his thoughts collected.
The Destron Gas worked as an effective smokescreen for the Android, covering his figure whilst also debilitating his opponent. Duran moved quickly and viciously through the thick cloud of Destron, launching himself from the cloud and cutting Shura across the torso with a quick lunge of his gunblade. Duran used the momentum to propel himself forwards even more, creating distance between the two.
He could hear the Demon bellow and shout behind him, the sickening whirr of coalescing Ki heightening. Duran turned instinctively, immediately noting the charged energy that was collecting within Shura's third eye. Duran's muscles tensed up in preparation, unable to react in time as the blast of Ki flew out towards him, screeching into the Namekian skies. He raised his arms in an 'X' formation, grunting painfully as the Ki slammed into his defenses. A dull explosion echoed out as a large cloud of smoke erupted from the impact, launching Duran back.
The hull of his gunblade was charred, and the skin of his other arm was blistered and burned. Duran lashed his arms outward, blowing away the cloud of smoke to set his sights on Shura once more.
Duran stood silently for a moment, mind racing.
There was an internal conflict. The battle was thrilling, and the Saiyan inside of him longed to paint these lands with Shura's blood. But Duran had to think of the consequences; if Shura gained the upper hand, or landed a cheap shot on Duran...He would fall. And with him, the entire Tuffle race would fall.
The weight of his race's survival was on his shoulders.
He couldn't risk it all on some petty, meaningless battle.
''You are quite entertaining, Shura.'' Duran spoke gruffly, his stance relaxing. ''But it is time we part ways.''
Much like before, Destron Gas began to pour from various vents and joints located over Duran's body. A thick, purple cloud of smoke began to cover the Android's body, swallowing him slowly but surely. Duran kept his eyes locked onto the Demon, still filled with the same bloodlust.
''Until we meet again.'' Duran said as his body was drenched in the Destron cloud.
Fully covered, Duran's figure would completely disappear from sight. From the cloud however, came one last parting shot. The Ki blast fired straight through the Destron cloud, dissipating it completely as it careened toward Shura.
Duran had already disappeared, fading from sight completely.
He'd await the day that he could fight Shura again.
Duran tanks Shura's attack, but then leaves the thread. So sad that shura's gone :c Fun thread tho!
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