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Post by Ochra on Jul 29, 2019 11:59:06 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 109,841 The harsh winds tore at Ochra's body, the howling almost blocking out all sound. He tried to ignore it as he pushed his body on, throwing a series of punches and kicks, pushing his body to keep moving, despite the harsh atmosphere telling him to stop and seek shelter. There really wasn't much else for Ochra to do. Sure, he would encounter the occasional form of wildlife that somehow survived out in this wasteland, and it was good to get some food from them. But Ochra wasn't going to just spend his time hunting down the creatures that roamed this planet. Besides, there were far more gripping matters that Ochra needed to worry about. They knew he was here. His encounter with Kraktus would no doubt alert the rest of the Fleet that he was on the planet. And while Ochra had a feeling this would happen, he would have preferred just to be left alone. But he figured it would only be a matter of time now before they came after him, and he wasn't going to sit here and freeze as he waited. Something within him burned at the thought of fighting them. A passion that was mixing with the anger that had been building in his soul. He tried to force it down, trying to make this purely about survival. Thankfully, diverting his mind to that had kept him relatively sane, but he knew it would only be a matter of time now. Well, if he was going to become a threat to anyone, it may as well be the Fleet. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2019 11:49:59 GMT -6
Aizu's pod shook with the blaring sounds of heavy metal music as he swept across the frozen wastes of Arcose's equator. His Scouter was in constant scanning mode, searching for any signs of life amongst the desolation. He'd received word of a powerful Saiyan discovered wandering the icy fields. It was important for morale to deal with the issue quickly. If reports were to be believed, the Saiyan in question was Ochra. Aizu had fought him previously, taking his tail as a trophy. As a result, he had been incapable of assuming the Great Ape form his kind were renowned for. When Aizu had encountered him again on Knutts he'd seemed to be bearing a grudge, though his crippling injuries at the hands of the Stargoons had left him incapable of acting on it.
He hoped it would be Ochra. A real fight, and perhaps one he could win given his recent training and the enhancement granted by his new power claw. After recent dissatisfying sparring sessions and the utter defeat he'd suffered at the hands of Ramen, he was longing for a fight he could sink his teeth into.
Sadly, his hours-long search had yielded nothing so far. He began to wonder if Kraktus had manufactured the whole story, to distract Aizu while he went about his own plotting in the cities. He had discovered a manipulative side to the Zoonmite General in their last encounter, and didn't dare to underestimate him while their alliance was still so fragile.
Putting those thoughts aside, he took note of a brief ping at the edge of his scouter’s range. He wheeled the pod towards the signal, sweeping low over the hard-packed ice, kicking up clouds of ice and snow in its supersonic wake. For a few moments, the scouter registered no contact. Then suddenly, it was there again. On the edge of scanning range, a high power level, over 100,000. Impressive, especially if it was Ochra's energy he was reading. The Saiyan had been a weakling during their first meeting. To think that he had come so far was thrilling. This really could be a worthwhile battle.
As he homed in on the signal, he caught sight of the source through the haze of ice crystals. It was unmistakably Ochra, seemingly training alone in the bitter cold. With a grin, Aizu cut the music and sent his pod into a dive, cutting the engines as it slammed into the ice. It ploughed a deep fissure in the ice as it ground to a halt a few dozen metres away from the Saiyan. He sat in the pod for a moment, powering up his claw before popping the hatch and leaping free. He crashed feet-first into the ground, staring down his old foe and addressing him with a smirk.
"Hello old friend, you're not supposed to be here!"
Thread PL: 90,000
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Post by Ochra on Jul 30, 2019 12:48:37 GMT -6
He could feel the power long before it came here. He could recognize who it belonged to, even before the pod came crashing into the ice, sending shards and debris flying everywhere. Ochra slowly lowered his arms, his eyes narrowing at the fissure in the ice his pod had made. He figured it was only a matter of time before he turned up. He just didn't expect it to be so soon. The main question was, why was he here? Was he here just to taunt him? Or was he trying to capture him, like he had done back in Satan City. Ochra's blood simmered in his veins as he remembered the torture he had suffered at the hands of the Stargoons. His power seemed to be a bit weaker than his, but not by much. And Ochra suspected that he wasn't in his true form.
A fact that was confirmed when the Arcosian lept out of the pod, landing some distance from him and smirking at him. Though one thing Ochra noticed immediately was the fact that one of his arms was cybernetic. It didn't take a genius for Ochra to figure out what had happened. He couldn't help but feel some form of satisfaction from the fact that Aizu had suffered some form of humiliating defeat. Served the Arcosian right. He would have smirked, but his sour mood far outweighed any good the situation brought.
"I missed the sign saying "Keep out"." Ochra muttered, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the Arcosian, "I have no business with you here. What do you want?" Oh, he had a feeling he knew what he wanted. But Ochra was in no mood to indulge the Arcosian.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2019 9:38:30 GMT -6
Ochra was quick to respond with a little banter, saying he had no business with the Warmaster and demanding to know what Aizu wanted. The Arcosian chuckled, shaking his head a little. The arrogance of Saiyans like Ochra beggared belief sometimes.
“You must be even more stupid than I thought, Ochra. This is Arcose, and we don’t have a real good history with your kind showing up here. Makes the people uncomfortable,” Planting his feet, Aizu began to summon up his aura, ki surging outwards. “You’d really be doing me a favour if you could just leave, before things get messy. Let me give you a taste of how badly things could go for you!” He tensed his whole body and howled like a madman. Fissures opened in the ground beneath him as deeper and deeper reserves of power were unlocked. His body contorted and bloated out of proportion, growing to towering heights and almost ridiculous levels of muscularity, before finally settling in his favourite, brutish form. Red lightning crackled and arced across the blades of his power claw as he grinned savagely at Ochra, yellow eyes staring out from below the thorny mass of his head crests.
“You never had the strength to take me before, and I’ve only grown stronger since then, Saiyan,” He said, aura still swirling around him. His scouter had a read on Ochra’s power level, and it was impressive, but not enough to scratch the surface of what Aizu could unleash if the need arose. “Unless you’re hiding a super Saiyan transformation, you haven’t got a chance in hell, and I’m taking no prisoners this time!”
With that, he thrust his left hand forward, palm towards his opponent. A blood-red sphere of energy formed, and without warning, burst into a wave of destructive energy. It wasn’t Aizu’s fullest power, but it would pack a serious punch against most fighters. The beam cast a hellish glow across their icy surroundings, kicking up clouds of snow and debris as it bore down on Ochra.
Aizu activates Brute Form (x2P)!
New thread PL: 180,000
Aizu follows up by firing [A1] Buccaneer Buster towards Ochra at 59,400 PL!
KP: 3/3 > 2/3
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Post by Ochra on Aug 8, 2019 8:55:04 GMT -6
"Why do you think I came out here, instead of landing near a city or something?" Ochra replied, trying to keep the growing anger within him. Seriously, he just wanted to be alone. But then again, Aizu always seemed like the sort who would take any opportunity to beat down on someone weaker than him. And Ochra knew how strong Aizu could be. He was only in his base form after all.
Well, now his second form, as he watched the Arcosian buff up, showing off his might. Typical. Honestly, at this point, Ochra didn't care. He never intended to leave Arcose after all, and had come here to wait out his eventual distruction. That being said, hearing the fallen Warmaster prattle one was truly starting to irritate him, and he was feeling angry enough as it was.
And then the Arcosian fired his attack at him. Ochra braced himself.
The attack hit him dead on, the explosion echoing out around, ice flying everywhere from the blast. A direct hit. Smoke rose up from the small crater that had been formed.
And then the smoke cleared, and Ochra was still standing there.
He was hovering in the middle of the crater, his body trembling. But it wasn't due to fear. No, he was trembling from barely contained anger. And if Aizu looked, he would notice that Ochra's power level had spiked, effectively doubling!
Ochra's golden eyes fell on the Arcosian in front of him, and he let out a roar of fury. There was almost an animalistic quality to it. If Aizu wanted a fight, he was damn sure getting one! Ochra shot towards him at top speed, energy charging in his fist with the full intention of driving it right into the smug Arcosian's stomach!
Saiyan Pride (or rather, Saiyan Rage) triggered. PL: 219,682
Ochra takes the attack.
Terra Impact [MP3] used. 219,682 PL coming right at Aizu.
KP 0/3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2019 8:24:49 GMT -6
The beam struck Ochra head-on, blooming into a thunderous explosion as it collided with the Saiyan's guard. Dust and chips of ice erupted in every direction. It hadn't been fired at anywhere near full strength, but it was a surprise to see Ochra standing, virtually unscathed amid the clearing dust. That was impressive in its own right. Aizu's eyes widened further, however, when Ochra's power virtually doubled as he shook with barely-contained fury. The reading on his scouter skyrocketed with an alarming series of shrill tones. Where did that come from?
Aizu didn't have time to contemplate that question, however. With a bestial roar, Ochra charged at supersonic speeds across the shattered ground. The Warmaster had mere moments to react, crouching and catching the Saiyan's fist across his bracer. The force behind the blow was immense, driving him back a dozen yards. His heels bored deep furrows in the ground as he was sent reeling by the superhuman assault. His armguard shattered under the force, cracking and sending shards in every direction. When finally he ground to a halt, he rocked on his heels, left arm numb from the impact, hanging limp at his side. He grunted, short of breath from the exertion. His claw snapped open and shut as he shook some life back into his injured arm. He looked up at Ochra and a grin split his face.
“Impressive!” He called out with a hint of mirth. He was reveling in the battle, the rush of combat. Despite the surprise of Ochra’s newfound reserves of strength, he’d been longing for a good fight since his encounter with Ramen. “I didn’t know you had it in you!” His grin widened as his left hand rose, fingers un-clenching to reveal a mote of crimson light. “Let’s see how long you can keep this up,” he said, the light hovering above his palm blooming into a sphere the size of a bowling ball. The Warmaster’s eyes flashed with savage intent and he let loose a fierce cry.
The sphere erupted into a stream of blasts, hundreds of them streaking towards Ochra at full power. The Warmaster delved deep into his energy reserves, pushing the assault as hard as he possibly could. The torrent of fire poured forth, rapidly closing the gap between Aizu and his Saiyan foe, threatening to overwhelm him with sheer force.
Taking the full force of Ochra’s attack, Aizu uses his armour to boost his defensive PL by +x1. PL for this turn: 180,000/270,000. He also activates Durability to reduce the damage inflicted by 33%! Damage sustained: 48%
Aizu Digs Deep and returns fire with [SIG] Psycho Star Salvo! 239,400 PL heading Ochra’s way! Digging Deep drops Aizu to -1 KP, inflicting a further 66% damage, bringing Aizu’s total damage sustained to 114%
KP: -1/3
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Post by Ochra on Aug 22, 2019 9:10:08 GMT -6
The attack had hit the Arcosian dead on, sending him flying back. Under normal circumstances, Ochra would have taken notice of the fact that the attack didn't seem to do as much damage as it could have. However, in his burst of rage, Ochra wasn't thinking. All he was thinking right now was beating this damn Arcosian into the floor! With a bestial growl, Ochra charged toward Aizu, not willing to give the Arcosian any sort of break. He was going to pummel him into the damn ice!
And then Aizu's attack came. The collective blasts sent Ochra flying back, the blasts juggling him through the hair like a rag doll before finally slamming him into the side of an icy mountain. The remaining blasts rained down on him, sending ice and snow flying everywhere. A powerful attack, to be certain. But was it powerful enough to bring down the enraged Saiyan?
As the smoke started to clear, Aizu could see Ochra clearly. He was buried in a crater in the side of the mountain. His mechanical leg had been completely destroyed, only leaving bits of metal left. He was bruised and bleeding badly, but otherwise seemed intact. Ochra's body began to tremble, low growls coming from the wounded Saiyan. And then he threw back his head and roared. The crater splintered and broken around him, as the sheer force of his rage, broke the ice around him. Ochra wasn't done yet.
The loss of his leg didn't seem to hamper Ochra's speed much, as the enraged Namekian charged towards Aizu at breakneck speed. Though he had burned through his energy on that last attack, that wasn't the only weapon Ochra had in his arsenal. He would beat the Arcosian down with his bare hands! As he closed in, he brought a fist back, roaring in fury as he attempted to deliver a flurry of hammer blows down on the arrogant Arcosian.
Ochra takes the attack head on. Total damage %135
KP 1/3
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2019 11:43:29 GMT -6
The Psycho Star Salvo hurled Ochra into the air. The deluge of blasts sent him slamming into the rocky face of a mountainside, kicking up massive clouds of dust and smoke,sending razor sharp chips of ice flying in every direction. Aizu bellowed with savage fury, heaping all the might he could muster into the barrage. With one final push, Aizu finished the salvo; dropping to one knee and gasping for breath. His body trembled from the exertion of the attack. He looked up, scanning with his scouter. Ochra's power level was still reading clearly, so he had survived. Yet he could not be seen through the thick clouds of smoke and debris. Aizu took another moment to catch his breath, slowly staggering back to his feet. The drifting haze began to clear, and Ochra came into view. He was buried in a deep crater, hammered into the rock face by Aizu’s attack. He was battered and bloodied, his artificial leg blasted to smithereens. Any relief or triumph Aizu might have felt was squashed, however, when he let loose a thunderous roar. Rock split and cracked around him as he burst free, injured but very much alive and kicking. Aizu grunted, still unsteady after pouring so much into his attack. He charged at the Warmaster, his loss of limb proving to be no hindrance as he gained meteoric speeds. A wake of debris and dust kicked up behind him as he swept across the frozen plain. Swaying, Aizu raised his guard,knowing he was not prepared to withstand any significant attack and he knew it. Nevertheless, his hands came up, and he made a valiant attempt to hold back Ochra's barrage of hammer-strikes. He brought up an arm, catching one blow just barely before another hand came in, dashing across bis armored skull and knocking him into a daze. The following strikes came in a blur as he reeled back, falling back on his heels in the face of the Saiyan's furious charge. Finally he managed to catch Ochra's left arm with his power claw, servos whining as it clamped tightly on his left wrist. He ducked another strike, narrowly avoiding a fist across the jaw. He whirled about, swinging round and releasing his grip, gaining a little distance from his foe. He launched himself backwards into the sky, hovering above the Saiyan and drawing ragged breaths. "You've got a lot more fight than I would have imagined, Saiyan," he said between gasps. Sweat beaded on his face and crystallized in the intense cold, flaking away from his skin in icy pearls. "But what is it you fight for? Why come here? Your Queen had no sympathy for you when you lost your leg to the Stargoon at Knutts, so I find it hard to believe you came on her behalf." He rose higher still, raising his voice as he drifted further from the Saiyan. "Did you come seeking an honourable death?" He asked, aura blazing to life around him as he drew upon even deeper wells of energy. "I've both witnessed and caused your defeat in the past," he went on, gritting his teeth as his aura grew ever brighter. "I can't help but wonder what it is that drives you to keep on fighting for a side that doesn't honour your efforts. Why do it? Has fighting for the Kingdom brought you anything but pain and suffering? You're strong, Ochra. You deserve so much more!" |
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Post by Ochra on Aug 23, 2019 12:42:17 GMT -6
The blows were hitting hard. He actually had the Arcosian on the ropes. Well, currently anyway. Anyone who knew anything about Arcosians knew that this wasn't all that Aizu had. The Arcosian could easily take on stronger forms and overpower the enraged Saiyan. But right now, Ochra was to angry to care. He had a lot of anger to built up inside him, and he was now faced with the Arcosian that was effectively a walking monument to his failures. He was going to utterly break him!
Finally, Aizu managed to break off from him, floating up above him. However, he didn't counter attack like one would have expected. Instead, Aizu began to speak. Not the cruel, condescending mockery that Ochra was used to hearing from him. Asking why he had come here, bringing up how the Kingdom doesn't even seem to care about all he does for him. Even stating that Ochra deserved more than what he had. Really, it was a surprising twist, considering the Arcosian had been the one to fire the first shot, and every encounter they had had been, well, less than pleasant.
Ochra stood there, panting heavily. Partially from the pain and damage his body had been through, but also him trying to calm himself down. After those initial attacks, Ochra's mind was starting to clear from the the blind rage he had felt. Sure, the anger was still there, but he was at least now able to think about what he was doing, instead of running on instinct.
"You're right..." Ochra panted, "I'm pretty certain that neither Kayen, nor any of those noble blooded assholes don't give a crap about what I do. And to be honest, I don't give a damn. Kayen's a damn pirate, and most of those nobles only give a damn about their reputation anyway."
Ochra slowly started to float upwards, until he was on level with Aizu. "I don't fight for any politician, or any warlord. I helped them take back Vegeta to free the Saiyan people. That's it. That's why I do what I do. Somebody's got to look out for the little guy." His eyes narrowed as he looked straight at the battered Arcosian in front of him. "And that's why people like you piss me the hell off."
KP 2/3
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2019 7:20:09 GMT -6
Ochra didn't even try to argue with Aizu's remarks about Kayen and the Kingdom. His disdain for Saiyan nobility and the political authorities struck a chord with the Warmaster. They had some ideas in common, it seemed. Though as Ochra went on to declare himself some sort of hero of the masses, Aizu could only roll his eyes. The Saiyan glared at him with accusing eyes, apparently seeing only an avatar of what he struggled against.
"The Saiyans are free from everything but their own laws now. All the damage has been undone," Aizu said to his foe, feeling himself starting to recover. "Wished away, like it never happened. The people of the Fleet and its worlds have not been so lucky. Our lost sons, daughters, fathers and mothers that died on distant battlefields will never return. I have no illusions that we would ever be permitted to gather those so-called Dragon Balls for ourselves. Instead we seem doomed to live in fear of your kind forever. You come to our homes, murder our leaders, slaughter our warriors with no thought for the pain of the families left behind. The real difference between the Kingdom and the Fleet is we never tried to play the hero." He closed his eyes for a moment, quelling the fires of outrage brewing within himself.
"Years before the invasion was even planned, your kind had a reputation for mindless savagery. I myself was convinced of it when my father died, torn apart before my eyes by a pack of apes." His expression darkened as he thought back. He could still feel it. The blood spatter wet on his cheek, the thunder of their roars. He shook his head, burying the memory again. "Maybe we deserved to be punished for starting the war, for the lives we destroyed. But you're no heroes. No more than we were. The truth is, you want vengeance!" Aizu snarled, an aura exploding into life around him.
With a cry that tore through the howling winds and echoed across the wastes, the Warmaster charged. Like a living missile, he hurtled towards Ochra, bombarding him with a flurry of ki blasts as he came. The explosions kicked up dust and debris all around, choking the air as he bore down on his target, still locked on by virtue of his scouter. Finally in reach, he swung a heavy kick, right through a plume of fresh smoke, aiming to strike him across the jaw.
KP: 1/3
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Post by Ochra on Sept 6, 2019 8:43:19 GMT -6
Ochra's eyes glared sharply at the Arcosian before him, listening to him as he spoke on about their state of affairs. Was he seriously trying to act like the victim here? Ochra had no illusions that the Saiyans were saints. He knew what his people had done in the past. But he also knew what the Fleet had done, and what the Arcosians had done in the past.
And then Aizu unleashed a salvo of ki blasts right at the wounded Saiyan. Ochra brought his arms up, bracing himself as the multiple blasts hit him over and over again. His muscles tightened, anger flaring within him. So much for talk. But Ochra had one thing he wanted to say to the self righteous Arcosian. Through the smoke, he could feel the warmaster approaching him at high speed, getting ready to attack him. Ochra brought an arm up, just in time to block the kick Aizu had thrown, inches from his head.
"You think I'm merely speaking of the Saiyans?"
Ochra twisted his grip, grabbing hold of Aizu's leg and swinging him around, aiming to throw him towards the ground. The saiyan hybrid floated back, putting some distance between the two of them. "I've been around the galaxy Aizu, and I've seen what the Fleet has done to other worlds. The worlds you conquered. The people you enslaved and massacred. I'm not talking about the soldiers, they know what they're getting into when they take the job. I'm talking about all the innocent lives that you all destroyed, all for power and profit. You say us Saiyans had a reputation for savagrey, but the Arcosians have a reputation for tyranny!" The energy around Ochra flared as he prepared himself. Time for the fighting to resume. So much for trying to reason with anyone of the Fleet.
"I came to this world to be alone. But, if it's vengeance you want, than so be it! Here's revenge for all the lives you all have ruined!" Ochra let out a roar and shot towards Aizu, fist raised and ready to deliver a blow to the Arcosian's face.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2019 1:02:50 GMT -6
Ochra threw up his guard as Aizu hammered away at him with blasts, choking the air with smoke. He bore down on him with the kick, swinging with enough force to decapitate lesser warriors outright. Despite his ragged condition, somehow Ochra caught it. Aizu glared at him as he turned his block into a grapple, feeling himself thrown off-balance as the Saiyan caught him. By the ankle and swung with his considerable might. The Warmaster found himself suddenly hurtling towards the hard ground, but was fast enough to salvage a landing. He sprang from one palm into a cartwheel, slowly reducing his momentum as he flipped back to a standing position. He stared up at Ochra as he drifted back a ways, creating some distance again
Aizu listened with his head cocked to one side as the Saiyan launched into a diatribe. He poured out all his contempt for the Fleet and the Arcosians, which was something he didn't seem to grasp was common ground between them. Energy flared up around him again as he prepared to attack, and Aizu rolled his eyes. He declared he would avenge those whose lives Aizu had destroyed before charging, which was the cue for Aizu to take things up a notch or two. His own aura blazed around him, his very body seeming to glow from within with a hellish red light. Cracks began to form across his body, more light pouring forth from beneath the skin as Ochra bore down on him with another savage cry. A mere instant before his fist impacted, Aizu's body erupted into a supernova of energy. Blinding light consumed them both for a brief moment.
When the light faded, both warriors remained where they had been. Ochra's arm was outstretched, his fist pressing hard against Aizu's chin, which had suddenly gotten somewhat smaller. Slowly, inexorably, Aizu demonstrated his true strength, forcing Ochra's arm back as he lowered his head to look the Saiyan in the eye. There was no twisted smile on his face, nor any mask of fury. Instead he looked bored.
"You're preaching to the choir here, Saiyan. I'm not proud of what we did for the Fleet during the war. The Arcosian Lords had us all dancing to their tune for one reason or another. In hindsight, it was bad for business. But I suppose we can't take it back now…" He clamped his power claw around Ochra's forearm, squeezing hard enough to draw a little blood with its bladed talons.
"If you can't let go of our history, and you can't understand why I need you to get hell off of my planet, I guess you leave me no choice." With that, he yanked on Ochra's arm sharply, jerking the Saiyan towards him with his full power and swinging his armored skull forward like a battering ram, aiming for a vicious headbutt.
True Form activated.
New PL: 540,000
KP: 2/3
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Post by Ochra on Sept 16, 2019 9:30:14 GMT -6
Ochra should have expected this. Aizu was an Arcosian after all, he had seen his true form in the past, back in Satan City. And here it was, once again. That small ,streamlined form, deceptive of the strength it held. Memories came flooding back to him. his defeat in Satan City. The loss of his tail. His torture at the hands of the Fleet, and the things that happened afterwards. Anger boiled up within him, listening to the Arcosian prattling on, claiming he wasn't proud of what he had done. What a loud of tripe. He seemed perfectly fine attacking Earth. Dragging him back for torture. The sheer arrogance he displayed on Knutts. And here he is claiming that he didn't enjoy it.
Before Ochra could react, Aizu's head connected hard with Ochra's own skull. The saiyan hybrid saw stars as he was knocked back, crashing into the ground. At that point, everything Aizu had said didn't matter anymore. The pain, the humiliation, the rage, it all came out beyond Ochra's control. Where Ochra landed exploded in a burst of energy, as Ochra let out a bestial roar of fury. He didn't care that at this point, Aizu was several times stronger than him. All Ochra's rage fueled mind wanted was to break him. He shot towards him, drawing his fist back as energy charging within it, the muscles bulging.
"FINAL IMPACT!"
Final Impact [Sig] used. 364,672 PL coming at Aizu
KP: 0/3
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2019 15:09:32 GMT -6
Aizu felt the thump as their heads collided. Ochra was sent reeling, but he didn’t stay down for long. With a roar and a furious burst of power, he came charging right back with a cry. His fist was wreathed in energy beyond what Aizu had previously seen him exhibit. But the constant escalation had already grown tiresome for the Warmaster. With a little sigh, he spread his arms wide, inviting Ochra to strike. The Saiyan bore down on him, bringing his blazing fist of fury into striking position…
Only to pass right through him.
Aizu’s form disintegrated like a mirage, a mere afterimage. Ochra was left vulnerable, with his back turned to the real Warmaster who now hovered a dozen or so feet above and behind him. The time for talk was clearly not now. Ochra was blinded by that characteristic rage of the Saiyans. He found himself reminded of why he’d once despised them so. With that in mind, he rushed his opponent while he was vulnerable, swooping towards him like some alien bird of prey. He strafed the ground around his opponent with ki blasts, before slamming down next to the enraged fighter fist-first. The shockwave shattered the ground, hurling slabs of rock in every direction and ensuring Ochra wouldn’t keep a solid footing if he didn’t move.
Without so much as a pause, his tail whipped around, aiming to catch his foe by the ankle and pull him off his feet, only to be slammed back into the broken ground repeatedly. Aizu had grown tired of this battle, and he intended to beat the fight out of Ochra as quickly as possible.
KP: 3/3
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Post by Ochra on Oct 3, 2019 8:31:29 GMT -6
All that power. All that rage. And it amounted to nothing. But by this point, Ochra wasn't thinking anymore. So consumed with rage by the hypocritical arcosian, he barely had time to register that Aizu avoided his attack, before the Arcosian responded with his own attack. Ochra let out a roar as he was slammed into the floor, before being grabbed and slammed around over and over again. Through the blinding rage, images of his defeat at Aizu's hands in Satan City flashed through his mind.
This was basically the same thing. No matter what he did, all the Arcosian had to do was go into his true form, and it would turn into a one sided curb stomp. But that was always the case, wasn't it? Power just came so easily to people.
As Aizu delivered one last slam into the ground, Ochra's body laid there, unmoving. The damage and the pain had finally taken its toll, and Ochra had allowed himself to slip into unconsciousness. Whatever happened to him now, Ochra was unable to care anymore.
Ochra is out cold
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