Post by General Kraktus on Aug 15, 2019 13:45:41 GMT -6
Powerlevel:118,000 Anti Sense is up. Kraktus walked around South City his Aura masked once more. He had the ability to make his signature hard to detect and while he usually didn't take such precautions now was the time to do such things. He wanted to explore South City in peace. He had scoped out North City with the goons and West City had little to offer. The next stop was South City after all their was no East City to his knowledge and even if their was he could circle around and get it later. South City to his knowledge was a place of vice. Perfect to find some up and coming in the world of darkness. To find someone or something willing to be bent to fight Against the world they stand on currently. A world where strength was not the guiding hand but merely strength enforced in numbers that brought strength. In his mind any group that had relay solely on numbers to claim victory had truly little strength. Still it pained him to admit for the time being he'd need to find those numbers in order to cut away that advantage. Then they would have a real fight with everyone fighting for themselves.
From the exciting people along the western verge, Zriracha finally decided to explore the reaches of the south. More importantly, the mystery of South City. It was one of the last ‘Cardinal’ settlements that she’d visited and she had to know how this one compared to the rest. From the outside-in, one would think that the city was home to a great many agricultural exploits (maybe even rivaling East City’s own metropolis). Yes... One would think that until they saw the city for themselves and gaped at the stark differences between the ‘Good’ and ‘Bad’ parts of the city.
At the moment, Zriracha allowed her intrigue of the seedier side of the city to capture her attention. It felt as though she might have even belonged there given the looks she had gotten upon attempting to explore the more hospitable reaches of the city. Here, where the streets were dirtier, the light hardly functioning and vagabonds litter the streets nearly as much as the trash did… no one gave her a second glance. She wasn’t certain if that bode well for her or not, but it was at least better than being judged for her appearance.
However, that soon would change rather quickly. Zriracha was forced to stop her stroll through the city when she was approached by a rather dimly-dressed human. Or, at least, she believed they were human. The fur she could see beyond their clothing (arms and legs) gave her pause. Regardless, they still held a knife in her direction and that was a clear challenge. She grinned, her voice calling out to them firmly, “What is your intention, poorly cloaked stranger? Would you have my own hide for yourself?”
That knocked them off guard, having never heard someone speak like she had before. “W-Wha- Just give me your fucking money!” They yelled, a masculine voice persuading her to believe it was a male.
She reeled back, not expecting such a profane response. “It’s money you desire? How banal…” She grumbled, not at all interested in even acquiescing to such a small demand. “Move, Mortal. Or face the consequences of your foolishness.” Suddenly, an idea came to her just as the furred assaulter rushed her to likely take the money by force. “As you wish,” She chuckled, raising a hand toward him with her palm facing forward.
As he approached, blade above his head, Zriracha’s hand would suddenly glow before a weapon of demonic origins would POP into existence. In a fluid motion faster than the human could see, she disarmed him with her larger weapon and countered fluidly with a might hoof swung upwards to smash him up and away from her. His body landed by a bag of bricks and laid motionless; not dead, however, as she could still scent the glimmer of life within him.
By this point, she’d gathered a bit of a group. Blade brandished in hand with a fancy flourish, Zriracha called out to the underbelly of the South City, “Whom wishes to challenge me next?! Your numbers matter not to me!”
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 15, 2019 21:25:22 GMT -6
Kraktus walked around his eyes wandering the streets to see what was going on. Kraktus scouter beeped to life and it was a power that got his interest. Kraktus turned his head to look at Zriracha and she had just beaten down one of the humans who thought he could defeat the demon woman. He had to admit it was pretty funny to see these fools try to test their might against her. Yet she was not all that strong at least compared to him. Even without his true power, he could defeat her without much trouble. Kraktus was unsure what type of person she was but maybe she'd be willing to fight for him. It would be a fun time at least. Kraktus walked forward pushing aside the rest of the crowd to face off. He was not even wearing his cloak they could see all see the green armor and the features of the WTF most fearsome General. He'd eyed of Zriracha as he tapped his scouter a few times. "Are you accepting challenges or you just want the weaklings to get out of your way?" Kraktus asked as he took in a deep breath. "If the former I'll face you and if the Later I'll kill you for such a sentiment. I'm far stronger than these fools."
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2019 21:25:40 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
She had expected the group of mortals to rush her, maybe one at a time – hopefully all at once. However, what she didn’t expect was another challenger that didn’t seem the least bit afraid of her. He had the looks to talk the talk as well, looming over most average-sized humans and wearing a peculiar armor. Wait a minute… I have seen this armor before, but not in such colors. Space was still a mystery to her, being as such many of the space-faring races were not known to her. This one did not look like a Saiyan in any case.
That was neither here nor there, however, and she was plainly asked a question. She tilted her head at her newest challenger, her grin just as sharp as ever, “Well, friend, you can take that however you like. However, if it also a challenge you seek,” She summoned her other sword, materializing it with a ‘POP!’ like the other and brandishing them. “-I would be glad to take you at your word.”
Her power would double just then, the release of darkness like a second shadow over her body. "I am known as Ziracha of Chakkapak and I shall accept your challenge!"
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 16, 2019 14:06:27 GMT -6
She seemed willing to take on the challenge. She even used some magic to create a sword to fight with. Guess she was one of those magic types like Maple tho he doubted she was anywhere near as powerful. That was good he'd not want it to be boring and her just flee. Then agian she didn't seem to carry a scouter. She must have not realized how strong he was. Even if she knew how to sense Ki which he doubted she'd still feeling nothing but the cold winds that they all felt blow through the city. His scouter did beep as her power increased to <40,000> He'd let off a grin. She grew stronger but it was a shame the gap between herself and him. Shame she was quite strong just quite not on that level yet. "Zriacha huh?" Kraktus mused. "Not heard of you before but if we are giving off names I am General Kraktus." Kraktus bowed as he could hear the mutters in the crowd. No doubt a few of them would fo heard of him and how he was one of the ones who attacked Earth with the Stargoons. With his hand raised he sent a telekinetic force at Zriracha to see how she would stand to an attack of that level with the goal of sending her flying.
Last Edit: Aug 16, 2019 14:07:06 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
He had accepted her challenge, which meant that to time to fight was no sooner than NOW. The humans that she thought would challenge her had moved out of the way and to a safer distance, somehow sensing the danger of this conflict better that she did. However, in narrow-minded fashion, Zriracha paid little attention to this and instead took his bow in stride. She would bow, blade held before her as she returned his gesture, before wasting no more time and rushing at him. CLAK, CLAK, CLAK, CLAK! Her hooves pounded off the concrete, her swords held at her sides as she approached.
She was mid-swing and nearly upon Kraktus when suddenly he raised his hand and she was absolutely locked in some kind of force. “UGH!” It paralyzed her temporarily, a sort of dizziness taking over before she was thrown back by what felt like the force of a meteor crashing into her. One could say that her form might not have been visible by the spectators around her, she had been thrown so fast. As her momentum died down, she would crash and skid along the streets painfully as the burn of her skin and fur had her release a cry of pain.
Her body stopped shortly, thrown an impressive 10 blocks before it grinded to a halt near a traffic circle. Zriracha groaned, not expecting such an attack straight out of the gate. What… power. Something tells me it is too late to regret this. With a wince, she got back to her feet and levitated just above the ground – glaring in Kraktus’ direction as she declared, “You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that!” Like a rocket she propelled through the air just above the streets, weapons still in hand as she landed just in front of Kraktus and begun a wild, rabid set of swings with her sword.
She didn’t know who this guy was or what his name was supposed to mean to the planet Earth but would never back down from a challenge if she could help it. Something about the way his power felt the moment he knocked her away sent chills down her spine.
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 17, 2019 12:32:58 GMT -6
He watched Zriracha be sent flying away like a ragdoll. It was to be expected she was far weaker than himself. He expected her to bag down after being sent flying. Usually, after being outmatched, someone would back down. Yet she seemed pretty keen on keeping up the fight. That might be quite fun if she keeps up the fire. Kraktus grinned when Zriracha called out he'd have to try a lot harder than that. He watched as she came down with her swords in hand. He began to dodge the blows since he was much faster. Clearly, unless she had some new power he had a clear advantage. Kraktus was not the best martial artist. One of the swords strikes to cut down his armor cutting it open like a fly cutter. Kraktus slid back holding his chest from the blow. Kraktus looked to see blood dripping from the wound a grin forming on his face. Normally he would be mad but he also saw that as impressive. "Not bad." Kraktus felt his ki swell as he swung his right arm forward attempting to send Zriracha flying this time with brute force blows instead of his telekinesis. At least this time she'd see the attack coming hopefully she'd be able to defend better.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2019 12:33:21 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
By the looks of the ripped armor and blood that she’d drawn with her blades, Zriracha hazard a guess that Kraktus wasn’t expecting that. Seeing that she’d damaged him – even a little bit - brought a victorious grin to her face. He wasn’t indestructible and that meant that she had a fighting chance. Kraktus wasn’t taking her insolence lightly, and Zriracha could tell that he was going to retaliate with something – soon enough, she’d raise her arms up just a moment too slow to block the swing that cracked against her face. It spun her around, knocking her back – recovering a moment later to catch herself and face Kraktus once more.
With a huge welt on her face swelling quickly, Zriracha was enjoying another round of disorientation. This wasn’t good; there were three of him now! I’ve… got to do something! With desperation fueling her, Zriracha would shuck one of her swords into the pavement – blade slicing the ground like a hot knife through butter. She raised her hand, then, and held it palm up before a small coin would materialize and spin. It wasn’t her Father’s coin, but a cheap imitation of it with the same power as the one she had given to Perfect. She closed her fist around the ephemeral coin and a short transformation of sorts would take place.
Her horns would curl upwards, lengthening and creating an almost circle – the space of which the flames would reside and burn a stark black. Her power doubled once again before she threw her head back to release a battle cry to the skies.
Immediately following suit, Zriracha would face Kraktus and suck in a large breath of air before releasing it in a fiery spiral of black flames toward the General.
Devil Lamp (Devil Coin) used! Transformed to Makyo Star Power. Current PL: 80,000 Used Amaterasu (A1) for 24,400 damage sent at Kraktus KP: 2/3 General Kraktus
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 17, 2019 21:19:12 GMT -6
His blow was still too fast for Zriracha it seemed. He would send her flying with the blow and it seemed that was all she could muster. Even such a telegraphed attack she was unable to do much about it. It was all she could do this fight would not be very interesting for long. Still, the mystic of it all would keep him drawn in for the time being. He'd looked over as Zriracha's pulled out some sort of coin. What could she be doing with that? He watched at her form seemed to change slightly but it didn't seem like too much. He'd looked at his scouter which beeped to life <80,000> Kraktus looked surprised as he turned back to see she fired off a powerful blast of black flames right at him. "Psycho Shell!" Kraktus roared out as psychic energy surrounding him as black flames formed around him but didn't touch him in the slightest. He'd step through the flames a grin forming on his face. "Now you strong enough to get my muscles moving." Kraktus rolled his shoulders. He then raised his right arm as the Telekinetic barrier faded away. He'd use that strength he had left to fire off another burst of Telekinesis and wait to see how she'd handle it this time with her increased powers.
Pysho Shell: Through some proper Ki Manipulation, you've gained the ability to summon a barrier made of Ki! Protects you with power equal to 33% of your current PL. If an opposing technique beats your barrier, and the Barrier user is within 60% of the attack's PL, the damage is halved. (IE: If a Ki Barrier had 2,000 PL, and was broken by a 3,000 PL attack, the bleed-through damage would be 500 PL instead of 1,000). If the Barrier user is lower than 60% of the incoming attack, the damage reduction is only 25%.
38,940 Damage Absorbed! Yah take no damage
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2019 21:20:02 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
As the fire from her throat raged on, encouraged by the seemingly endless potential from her current opponent, Zriracha almost didn’t notice Kraktus simply moving through them as if they weren’t even an obstacle. So shook from the scene, Zriracha didn’t notice that she’d ended her onslaught and was no open-season for a counter. His words had the blood within her boil – this was it; the challenge she’d awaited since leaving the Demon Realm. From deep within her soul, she felt something strange become unhinged and – seeing Kraktus raise his hand up like before – felt herself move without thinking.
Just like before, she rushed him and (just like before) she was caught in what appeared to be some sort of telekinetic hold. This time around, however-
-she was beyond ready for it.
Zriracha released a grunt of pain, thrown back from the force of the blow, but as she was repelled the Demon would arch her back into a flip and grind her hooves into the concrete. Then, once more, she was upon Kraktus with her fist aflame with fire and a declaration upon her lips, “Then let’s get them MOVING!” And attempted to focus a swing that would crack upon his cheek. Her goal: Move him. If he truly was some being far beyond her level, then she would let nothing stand in her way to give her best. Whatever reason he had to be here mattered not to her; only that she could let loose without the fear of taking his life. She hoped the other humans were smart enough to leave this place.
Thrown back by the attack to receive damage, but recovered to attempt Blaze (A1) for 24,400 damage across the face. KP: 1/3
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 18, 2019 23:08:59 GMT -6
He'd watched the attack connect with her as she was not thrown back so easily this time. She seemed to be able to take his attack without being blown back. He'd watched as her fist let aflame. Kraktus decided to take it this time so he could fire back his own attack to truly damage Zriracha. To just passively attack one another without the thrill of damage would not be good. The punch connected lifting Kraktus off his feet steam of blood escaping his mouth as he was sent flying across the ground crashing into a wall causing it to crumble away. Kraktus licked the blood away pulling himself up. "It really matters the fight some annoy me to no end but this one is worth my time." It was not that she was overly strong it was just the way she carried herself. She was a warrior from the head to her toe. No acting as if she was some good warrior she was a fighter and wanted to hurt him.
Kraktus spat into the street looking down at Zriracha. "That was good but nothing compared to this." Kraktus left arm flexed as psychic energy formed around his arm. The ground began to break apart as he brought the arm back even farther. "If that was your best attack you'll be doomed to defeat against someone like me I've taken much worse." He'd had been sent flying in space for nearly a week forsake. This damage he just took was nothing compared to the beatings he had taken before. He fired his arm forward a claw of psychic energy flying out. "Soul claw!" Kraktus roared out as the claw attempted to slash into Zriacha and deal some severe damage in exchange for the own harm she had just caused him.
24,400/118,000=21 Percent Damage! Ouch! Kraktus is gonna fire back his
N1: Soul Claw- Using his races mind power Kraktus slashes his arm down sending a purple claw of ki at a target which cuts them. Does 33 Percent of his Powerlevel in Damage.
Damage Coming at Zria Powerlevel:38,940!
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2019 23:11:01 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
Zriracha landed, arm still in the air after her swing, and glared in the direction she’d launched him. Her head felt light, her body tense and humming with energy as she took in the victory of truly ‘knocking his socks off’. She was breathing heavily now, her magical reserves running dangerously low as she went all out and hardly allowed herself a moment to rest. He couldn’t be down after just that one punch – everything about this match felt heavily one-sided; the obvious feeling of someone giving you a freebie out of pity or curiosity.
But something told her that this one was testing her for some reason.
He pulled himself from the rubble and Zriracha’s eyes twitched in annoyance, still very much ready for more. His words, though backhanded, felt like a compliment. “You honor me with your words,” She returned firmly, genuine but no-nonsense. She lowered herself into a stance, prepared for the next attack. The sight of his arm, with the air seeming to warp around it and even damage the ground, Zriracha knew this was going to hurt like a bitch. He threw his arm out and Zriracha pulled her arms into an ‘X’ formation to protect herself. It slashed at her with the cutting force of a kodachi, the force pushing against her as her hooves ground against the concrete from the push back.
A sudden pain in her right hoof, farther from the other and pushing against the force of the slash, had her flinch and she dropped her guard to receive a rather agonizing reminder of their power difference. Blood seemed from her wounds, deep gashes along her abdomen and arms and (unseen) a cringe-worthy crack that ran from the sole of her hoof nearly all the way up to the cornet band. Her arms shook at her sides, evidence of her exhaustion, I can’t take much more of this. But I can’t - won’t… hold back.
This would be her last move in a obviously one-sided battle, “You have been a fantastic opponent to me, General. It is only polite that I concede to you with my final effort.” Her power started to spike once more, Digging Deep into her magical reserve to tap them dry. “Should this not satisfy you, then forgive my temerity.” From her hand, a sword would POP! Into existence, dropped in the melee. Her aura radiated from her like a black hole sucking light in, voice echoing deeply. “This will be my last attack.” Black fire rushed down her blade, empowered.
Left with nothing else to say, Zriracha charged one last time with both hands grasping the hilt as she held it to the side. A final battle cry later, Zriracha made to slash a final time with a ‘Wrathful Blaze’ towards Kraktus’ chest.
Took 38,940 damage and BOY is Zriracha hurtin'! Last ditch effort is a Dug Deep (Attack a x1 transformation multiplier) upon her technique 'Blaze' [A1], making it 'Wrathful Blaze' for a damage of 33,000. KP: 0/3
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 19, 2019 16:14:59 GMT -6
Kraktus watched as she sent her flying with his Soul Claw. Seems that had been effective but not enough to put her away. Yet she seemed to be wounded and quite tired from the exchange. She had powered up many times while he was still in his base form. He could remember how many months ago her current power would have destroyed him but now he stood superior how he should. He'd looked on as she seemed to be ready to give up. Yet she still had one more attack for him to take. Kraktus prepared himself as she rushed in black flames extending off her blade. She was putting everything in that last attack? Kraktus checked his scouter it beeping to alert him to the increase in power <33,000> from her attack was stronger than the rest. This was no one he wanted to take lightly. His right arm was yanked back. "Soul Claw!" He'd sent a claw of soul Energy clashing with the sword.
Kraktus could feel the strain as both attacks clashed she was close to his level now. He could feel the flames burn at his flesh as he clashed even if he won it'd def feel some pain. It was a good sort of pain reminding him of the thrill of the struggle. Yes, all struggles would come to an end and their attacks both burned out. Krkatus leaped back grinning. "That was not bad but my attack was still enough to block yours." He blew off some steam from his right arm. "You've proven yourself strong enough. You said you were Zriracha yes?" Kraktus asked calmly as he put his hands behind his back. "I am General Kraktus as I said before I am the vilest man around. I'd like to work for me." Kraktus said waiting for her response.
Another Soul Claw! 33,000/38,940=84 percent so fizzle!
Last Edit: Aug 19, 2019 16:16:18 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
Zriracha snarled as the power behind their techniques clashed – everything she had was put into this. Was there more she could bring to the table? If there was, she could hardly imagine it right now – pushed to her limits. She pushed against him, willing her flames to reach him, when there was a sudden push against her that resulted in both of their attacks to dissipate into nothing. She leaped back, stumbling a bit as she did from the sudden pain in her hoof, before she looked up at Kraktus with a withered look of shame.
D-Damn, and he doesn’t appear to have even broken a sweat. She breathed heavily, expecting that perhaps he would finish her. What came next, however, had the Demon give pause and blink at Kraktus in sudden confusion. Work… for him? Zriracha didn’t quite understand the meaning behind such an offer and narrowed her eyes at him critically, “I don’t… understand. Work for you, General – what does this entail?”
As a Demon, giving favors and assisting in mortals to realize their true potential was something she often did – for free. However, to work for another came with certain expectations that could have detrimental effects on her more ‘complicated’ abilities. “I would be honored to assist you, General, simply for battling me and sparing my life. However, I must be crass with you,” She relaxed her body and dropped her guard since she could glean that he had no interest in finishing her off. “-To be bound to a Demon from the Chakkapak Clan is a game of give and take. If it merely my allegiance you require, or simply a favor – I would be satisfied to grant it to you.”
Post by General Kraktus on Aug 20, 2019 20:45:01 GMT -6
"What does that entail?" Kraktus looked at Zriacha confused. Would she not easily understand what that meant. Guess he'd have to hear what Zriracha assumed he meant be working. Kraktus nodded as she spewed how she'd be honored to work for him for not killing her. Not as if he had any intention in the first place. Still what she had to say really meant very little. She would give him her allegiance. She seemed the honorable type from her words they were the easiest to control. However, remembering his talks with Maple something else came to mind. Something that may prove more useful than another soldier. "I see well while I'd like your allegiance there is something else I desire. I wish to learn more about the magic you see. I am a powerful Psychic so magic is something that has always interested me. However, I am unsure if it even possible to learn magic myself and if so I don't have anyone to teach me how to grasp magic I would think our debt equal." Kraktus would have asked Maple but he'd rather have something secret over the Magic just in case he was in need to combat him. Plus he doubts Maple could teach him much at least he seemed far more advanced in Zriracha. Maybe learning the basics from her would be easier.
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2019 20:45:33 GMT -6 by General Kraktus: added color coat
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