Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Oct 13, 2019 15:10:51 GMT -6
Sensoa snorted in response to the girls response, slowly standing up once more when she offered her hand. The demon took it, feeling the girl put as much strength into it as she could, and he did the same. Then the girl suggested something that he hadn't expected, to spar with her one more time. It was strange, the idea that this would be the last time they saw each other as friends... or at the very least not immediate enemies. But if that was what she wanted, he could not object.
"Aye... A spar sounds nice."
The demon did not smile, did not feel joy at the idea that the girl would be his enemy in the future. Slowly the demon released his hand from hers, walking backwards a few steps as he got ready for their spar to take place. He supposed it was time for the demon to see just what Saizomaru had taught the girl. It was strange to him, a tang of jealousy at the idea he would see what Saizomaru had taught the girl. But it was quickly washed away, his mind clearing all the distractions he had for the up coming fight.
He got into a suitable stance, his breathing drawn out in a long exhale, trying to prepare. Whatever the girl decided to do from here, the demon was ready for the fight to begin.
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 13, 2019 15:44:11 GMT -6
Kitiana nodded slightly as he accepted, pulling her hand back as he released it and kicking herself backwards about five or so feet. She closed her eyes, allowing her Power Level to vanish entirely for but a moment before bringing her hands up in front of her face in a crossed formation. She focused for a few moments before her aura began to swirl around her rather than simply drift upwards. Her strangely missing power level then surged back, as her body bulked and her muscles expanded. She took in a deep breath as her arms shot outwards to her sides, forming a horizontal line with her shoulders as she released her battle cry. "RAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Half of her top was torn away as the softly glowing markings began to release an abnormally large amount of energy, her left arm extending forward as her hand slowly uncurled itself and her bracelet once more appeared upon it. The mechanical-like appendages rapidly firing upwards one at a time in a circle before they began spinning far faster than they had ever previously done so. The galaxy-like image that normally spun slowly was rapidly swirling as her power level soared higher and higher. "A small taste, of my power to start us off Sensoa! FEEL IT, EMBRACE IT, REMEMBER IT AND RETALIATE!" Her right arm came to rise above her head, holding a small gleaming red gem. As her right hand reached its zenith it erupted energy out of it, the bracelet pulling and absorbing the energy she was releasing as the area around her began trembling and shaking. "FINAL DREAM FLASH CANNON!" Not only was this far more powerful than anything she'd done previously, The attack was no longer in the language of Magic, but in a language anyone could understand. The torrent of demonic energy erupted out of the rapidly swirling galaxy within the bracelet, aiming to swallow Sensoa in its wake. It was the most powerful attack Kitiana had yet ever released, a fully unrestrained and unhindered blast, carrying with it the full might of her Wrath. |
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Oct 14, 2019 20:43:14 GMT -6
Sensoa was surprised when Kitiana rose her power level so high, clearly having hidden something from him with her current form. The demon smiled faintly as his own ki rose up, the first seal unlocking, then the second one. He was impressed by the girl's growth, having accomplished a feat by forcing the demon to power up. He watched as the strange attack seemed to unfold before him, strangeness in physical form. Then the girl shouted her attack, then the attack from from the bracelet. Sensoa was quick to react, swiftly moving out of the way of the attack. He dodged to the right of it, watching the attack erupt in the distance as he stood to the side of the crater it had made just from travelling. It was like a canal for water but it was clearly made from an attack. He stood there looking in the direction of where the attack went. He would smile with a chuckle as he looked back to Kitiana, impressed by her improvement. He actually had to dodge the attack on even ground, but when her power level returned to normal, or at least after the attack was finished. The demon knew the girl had used her most powerful attack and decided he would do the same... The demon held up his hand, green energy flowing from his fingers like it was super heated. Lightning would crackle from it, steam emitting from the hand as the moisture in the air began to evaporate around him. Sensoa's foot steps soon beginning to leave scorching flames upon the earth as he walked forward. This was a technique Sensoa had practiced for a long time in secret... No one had ever seen him use it before and Kitiana was about to experience the true meaning of fire. "That attack was a fine display... And as payment I will show you an attack... one that I have shown to no one before."Then the hand that was glowing green would erupt into an even brighter color, the very air about Sensoa was like a volcano. Scorching hot to the touch and showcasing just what kind of fire demon Sensoa could be. He crossed the gap very quickly, closing the distance like a flash of light. As soon as he was upon Kitiana, his hand would simply be placed against her stomach. It didn't hit her, didn't intend to strike her but instead just came to rest upon her body. At the slightest touch it would soak into her flesh, the heat transferring from Sensoa to Kitiana. This flame was special, a fire designed by Sensoa to kill slowly but he didn't want to kill the girl. So it was only designed to knock her out by erupting inside of her body. This heat was meant to damage internal organs, the one place no fighter could train. It didn't matter what kind of monster you were, demon, saiyan, human or alien... Organs were simply unable to be trained or improved upon through physical means. The heat was meant to cause excruciating pain to the targets and cause them to pass out. But due to the strain of over exerting himself, the demon felt the arm he used suddenly throb. It was like he had pulled a muscle or damaged the muscles of his arm. The demon jumped back, gripping his arm for a brief moment as he realized he had just over done it. Now it was only a matter of time before the girl would experience true pain. A fire that scorched the organs, and could possibly bring the strongest to their knees in time. |
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Post by Kitiana Shinso on Oct 14, 2019 22:11:47 GMT -6
While this was by far and away her most powerful attack, she had seen Sensoa in a form that would dwarf this attacks strength a long time ago around when they had first met. Her aim was still to at least damage him, show him how far she'd come and just how far she was going to go. So after the blast was fired and she watched him move to the side, it wasn't entirely surprising that his power level had shot up just before it. He complimented her on her display though... that was all it was. It was disheartening for her to know that she was still too weak to force Sensoa into a higher stage, but to know she could force him to go as far as he had gone was still a significant growth. He then told her he was going to repay her. She grinned for a moment until she saw him raising his own hand, at first she wondered if he was about to do what she had just done... But that thought was quickly removed as the energy that began forming and appearing was far different. She was glad that this technique was one that nobody could mimic, it was a technique wholly unique to herself and to know that even Sensoa couldn't copy it, the one being that was the most likely to be able too, was a sign of relief for her. She readied herself for the incoming attack, though she knew she couldn't dodge it or stop it. She'd expended a large amount of her energy, and even a significant amount of her reserves, so when she saw him readying himself she had already resigned herself to her fate. She kept her eyes open however, she would stare him down. Reaching up for her hilt by the time her hand even grasped it she had felt his hand on her stomach, bracing herself for an explosion it caught her off guard when she felt no explosion... but instead a searing hot liquid heat boiling within her. Her first instinct was to scream in pain but she gritted her teeth, squeezing the hilt even harder. It was at this moment she felt the viscous liquid that was running down her arm, though not for a good reason. It was her own blood, stirred out of the reopened wounds on her arm from her own attack that was now starting to sear and burn as it dripped down onto the ground. Steam rose from her arm as she trembled in place, doing everything she could to keep herself standing as long as she possibly could. One eye closed and the other closed half way as Sensoa jumped backwards, her entire body visibly trembling as she collapsed to one knee. Defiance still in her face as she kept her one half opened eye staring at Sensoa before a grin formed over her face. "A... good... attack..." She muttered before she felt her entire body go limp, her vision blackened and her body collapsed onto the ground. Her hand went limp and released the hilt, falling above her as the other lay limp at her side. Sensoa had scarred her not once, not twice... but three times now. A hole in her stomach, a print of his hand on her stomach, and a trail of burned blood down her arm. While her markings would remain over top of it, the scar of it would remain forever. |
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Sensoa
Archived
ARCHIVED - NG+ XP/PL TRANSFERRED TO DOREI
PL: 180,000
Lotus Seal (x2P) Ouroboros Seal (x4P) Final Seal (x11P) Anger Incarnate (x18T) Demon Spirit (x22P)
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Post by Sensoa on Oct 15, 2019 8:28:34 GMT -6
Sensoa's attack had finished the girl off, her body falling to the ground as Unconsciousness took her. Hopefully she took an important lesson from this and that one should not overly commit to an attack. The demon had learned that from the early days of his youth, having failed countless times before in combat because he put his all into an attack, only for his opponent to counter. The stronger the blow, the more devastating the counter attack would be. Swing a sword to hard and if its deflected you lose your balance more easily. Yet with proper training one could find the perfect balance between the two.
The demon slowly walked over to the girl, picking her up into his arms, cradling her head into his shoulder as he went back to his stone seat. There he would hold the girl in his lap while he materialized some bandages with his magic. It took only a few minutes of creating medical items before he had fully addressed the girl's wounds. She would live at least, and that was what mattered. Hopefully she could muster up the will to even walk. Until then however, Sensoa had her sit sideways in his lap, head resting against his shoulder and his arm bracing her up so she could rest.
A few stray demon's had been drawn to the fighting but none dared approach him, even if he was holding the girl. He didn't say anything, nor did he move to much in an attempt to let her rest. The demon simply sat, his mind wondering as he did so. He could not leave the girl on her own, not in this place. She would be dead the moment he abandoned her, and as such, letting her rest was the best course. Naturally this meant that he would have to let her rest for as long as she needed. But Sensoa had decided it was a worthy cause. Of course this left the other demons who were skulking about in the shadows to whisper and jib at him. He honestly looked ridiculous, and it probably looked weak, yet Sensoa cared little.
He had decided when Barban died, Sensoa would be true to himself. The desire to be someone else's image had been to much of a burden. Now the demon was living for his own sake, but also to honor his father Barban.
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