Cold Shoulder [Open DE]

Aurora's eyes widened in shock as the ripple of energy coursed outwards, disrupting the formation of her golem as the titanic being was wiped out of existence in an explosion of... golden ki... "Oh no." She murmurs, eyes widening at the feeling that made her body tremble. It was unmistakable, and the very feel of it had her mind flashing back. Brench... Arcose... it had been there. It was a form that often spelt doom for her people, and one that she had dedicated her life towards defeating. "Super Saiyan." She whispers, even as Scallio began to rise into the air, screaming at the top of his lungs. Her scouter reported to her with a variety of alarms and alerts at the rapidly increasing power level before her, not that Aurora needed to see such a thing as literal waves of energy came off of the roaring Saiyan. They buffeted at her, knocking Aurora through the air as she struggled to stay afloat, and she had to reinforce the ice surrounding Narissa lest the woman be shattered into pieces just by the Saiyan's very presence. Such a move turned out to be quite prudent, as with one final, colossal explosion of energy the Saiyan's transformation was complete. He spoke to her, and every word sent a spark through Aurora's heart gem. Painful reminders of last time she had faced Saiyans. But in a way... the words helped her.



They allowed Aurora to focus once more, and her red eyes narrowed at the man. His arm was still broken, and it looked like the act of transforming had taken a lot out of him. Meanwhile, she was still fresh. She... she could do this. She simply needed to calm down. She closed her eyes, and began to focus upon herself. She needed to breathe. In... and out... to find the currents within her. The flow of her physical might. The flow of her magical prowess. The flow of her ki... Then... combine them. The three merged into one, her body began to shine a bright blue as her armour seemingly rippled and her crystals gleamed. All around them, currents of blue energy began to flow towards where Aurora's hands were clasped together, even as her blades lost their shine and began to simply grow longer. The Arcosian's power up was nothing like The Saiyan's. Quite the opposite, actually. Where he roared, Aurora was silent. Where power was exuded from his body, hers simply materialised in a dense pressure that all around could feel. Then, the blue light within her hands streamed into her bare stomach, before from there a ripple in her armour begins to spread. Royal blue replaces light purple, and finally her own transformation was complete. 

Not saying anything, Aurora's eyes snap open as she blurs towards the Saiyan, rearing an arm back to slice at his body with one of her extended blades. It was time to test just how powerful this new form of his was. Her arm would snap out to punch, before continuing onward to slice at his chest, before her armour seems to thin and her crystals retract slightly.



PL: 1,356,000
KP: 6/7
% Damage Taken: 1%
Aurora has used an A1 against Scallio, for 484,770!
Bulking is cancelled!

Aurora's eyes widened at the blows from the Saiyan, or more specifically at the power behind them. Her tails came around to block the roundhouse kick, but instead of holding the attack off like the Arcosian had expected she found the appendages buckling, shortly followed by her flow of ki that kept her in the same place as her form blurred and she impacted against the side of the mountain. A crater forms around her as Aurora lets out a groan of pain, slowly pushing herself out of the hole she had created. Her scouter beeps an alarm and she looks up to see the Saiyan in the distance, pointing an arm at her as power coalesces. "Kh!" She grunts, teeth gnashing together as she rips herself free of the rock. Scallio fired the beam, something almost as powerful as Aurora herself, and she found herself in a small dilemma. If she dodged, she would damage her home. If she took such a blow.. well, he already outclassed her in everything but damage and technique. She couldn't afford to lose any advantage she had, nor could she try and block something that powerful Even if she managed it, such an act would take too much out of her... 

It hurt, but as the beam approached Aurora's wings flare and she disappears from vision momentarily, flickering out of the way as the attack lands against the mountain side. The impact itself sent her reeling through the air towards the Saiyan, even as the heat from the ability spread out along the outer crust of the mountain. Inwardly, Aurora could feel the moutain's innate power begin to fight back, lessening the damage even as the entire mountainside exploded outwards in a hail of boulders and magma behind her. Her brow furrows even further at the destruction of Aurora's home, even as she launches toward Scallio. Wings flaring to the side, she catches two flying mountain chunks with them before spinning, throwing the rocks in his direction. "Pathetic! All that power means nothing if that's all you can do! Attacks like that won't be enough, Saiyan!" She shouts, putting emotion into her voice. It was merely a distraction, however, as she followed up with a first reared back, intent on bursting through the second rock and deliver a solid blow to the Saiyan. 

PL: 1,356,000

KP: 4/7

% Damage Taken: 1%

Aurora has used her SU1 Flicker to dodge Scallio's UA2!
Aurora has used an A1 against Scallio, for 447,480!

OPEN DE LETS GO LADS
"No." Aurora responds to the Saiyan, unfettered by his explosion of Ki despite backing off herself at the same time as him. "I call that testing the waters." Her brow furrows in concentration, and... something else. Despite the Saiyan's wounded state, he was still significantly more powerful than her. Even in his bulkier form, Aurora knew enough about combat to be able to tell that he was still somehow faster than her. That thought... well. It bothered her. The power of the Arcosian species' full might, something very few of her kind had ever been able to tap in to, still paling in front of the most basic super Saiyan form... the thought was enough to spark an uncharacteristic anger inside of her. It just... it didn't seem fair. There were forms beyond just the one he was using, Nashua and Kayen were evidence of that. He had so much further to grow, so much stronger to become. Meanwhile... Aurora had nothing. There were no other Arcosians capable of what she was capable of becoming. Even Lord Chill, the only example Aurora had been able to follow despite the Arcosian's death, had been surpassed by her. Aurora had nowhere to go, and no higher powers to reach for. 

That rage only began to intensify as the Saiyan talked. Blowing up the mountain? Unacceptable. The mountain was her place of residence, and a key training area for her. The mountain had gifted her its magic, it was a resource that she couldn't afford to lose. The mountain... the mountain was... it was home. To her, and to the various creatures upon it. The mountain had tasked her with protecting both it and them, and... and it wasn't just a resource. "The only thing you're going to do is HIT THE GROUND!" Aurora shouts, the words turning into a roar as her wings flare to the side, their full magnificence on display as she spreads her arms wide and her body once again seems to become denser and her crystals more prominent. A small rumble comes from the mountain, intensifying until all around them the world seems to shake and hum with raw power. Behind Aurora, evenly placed spheres of radiant blue light form into existence in a circle formation. Bringing both her arms and wings forward to point in Scallio's direction, the orbs of light turn into beams of pure ice magic. 

The beams soared through the sky, jagged and asymmetrical as they made a rapid, yet wandering, path towards the Saiyan. Behind them Aurora's form blurred. Pushing herself as hard as she could, she brings an arm back and focuses all her strength upon the limb. Her blade begins to glow once more, forming a clean ki blade before she pumps even more power into it. The blade begins to flow with raw power, even as she struggles to maintain control. This was her ultimate technique, something that depended upon her control to simultaneously use her ki blade ability, arcosian strength, magical prowess and fighting form to land a single clean blow upon the enemy. The beams of ice magic, at a thought from her, immediately jerk to stream through the sky towards Scallio. If they landed, they would freeze the Saiyan over for a mere second before Aurora would follow up. Twisting in the air to situate herself to be upside down when compared to the Saiyan, her arm flashes out. If successful, she would cleave through both the flesh of his right arm and his tail, before her wings would knock him to the ground. Such a blow should be enough to successfully slice through and eliminate him, and then she could patch the wound to make sure he doesn't bleed to death.


Aurora has used Bulking! This boosts her PL to 1,469,000/1,017,000!
KP: 1/7
% Damage Taken: 1%
Aurora has used her SIG, Absolute Zero (Force, Sheer Force, Overpower. 166% Damage) for 2,438,540! Aurora is attempting to remove Scallio's arm and tail, for non-lethal (but very painful, crippling) damage!

A saiyan crawled on a single leg, a snackian stood strong and yet without head, an anemic namekian lurched to his side, teeth gritted and veins bulging and yet too powerless to summon the meagrest flicker of ki. Kalabas presided this quaint scene, surveying his newest squad leaders as an older gent would some damp and maggot-bitten stamps. Such undone models wouldn't do in even the most casual of settings! Fortunately, he had some time to spare. From sealed plastic boxes labeled after body parts Kalabas fished out a leg for the saiyan, a mane and lupine head for the snackian, but not the mossy green tincture for the namekian. His stretched hand went for his scouter instead, its sudden chirps and chimes having already grown worn in his ears. Was it another ogre, intruding on his scant idle hours? Curses to all of their peoples!

After some wintry huff and puff Kalabas finagled the infernal device over his eyes, being met by the very familiar scowl of Vocado. How old was this photo? Judging by the two fleshy arms crossed over the royal's chest, Kalabas got the feeling they all could use a casual outing. No fights or grand plans or perhaps even the debate of the gradual collapse of traditional saiyan institutions, just nobles and peasants swapping tall tales and banter over a growing mountain of kegs and mugs of swill. Shouldn't be too hard to convince Cress, at least. With Kalabas being Kalabas, upon reading the transcripted message he was under the belief that they really were to play at some party as a quartet. Of what, exactly? Jazz? Neither Vocado or Cress ever showed much of a musical bent, and this mysterious fourth member was one he didn't know existed until moments ago. It could be Okra, it could be a lobotomized Kraktus, Kalabas was just happy for at last being able to brush up his skills on the old sax. He capsuled the instrument, set the miniature pieces and colors for later assembly, and jumped off the window.

Not five seconds after Vocado sent the message Kalabas was already over North City, confusion giving way to worry as his scouter and sense got hold of a trio of powerful signatures even more upnorth. He recognized Vocado's as one would the voice of an old friend, but what of the other two? Worrisome. Nevertheless the Duke rushed to Mount Frappe, the frozen millenary peaks made all the more desolate by what he could only describe as... this oppressive, intrusive dark energy. A constant sensation exuded by ghosts, and yet one Kalabas had yet to see in the living. Could it be magic? He hated magic. He was still far from battle, however, and dashed skyward until he caught sight of two super saiyans and an arcosian. Vocado wasn't the only fighter he recognised, however.

Aurora and Kalabas had met before. She was a weeping hermit lost to her anger, he was a ghost kept alive by it, and in their short talk some rather intense soul-searching had taken place. It didn't take long for Kalabas to quieten the inborn hostility to allow himself to hear her, understand that if her story wasn't like his, it rhymed in places. Oblivious weaklings made orphan of planet, people and family, sent to an alien and oft times hostile world, pushing themselves beyond the brink of collapse against opponents whose power grew and grew to no end. And there were other factors too, Aurora hadn't crossed the lines Kalabas had, her anger was yet to be unleashed, her cruelty and evil still only things in potential. Demons below, he had found her sobbing in an ice cave and in seconds they were talking to no end! About loss, war, peace, worlds, the fears and hatreds that had kept them alive, that should have put them one against the other. Despite his better judgement, his active efforts, the memory of the whimpering arcosian had lingered, her story was engraved in his mind as did her wistful wish for peace, to break the cycle between the arcosian and saiyan people... Wasn't that the wish of so many? Had those hundreds, thousands, ever achieved more than some odd wary decades of still paranoia followed by war, bloodshed and worse? She was an idiot. 

And yet for all that innocence, that childish stupidity...

"You bastard... YOU BASTARD!"

Kalabas had questions, the answers for which wouldn't be found here, alongside the likes of Vocado and the rest of the 'quartet'. They were allies, comrades, friends, brothers, people alongside whom he would fight anyone... but not her. Whether from selfish kinship or a genuine worry for what passed for justice in his head, the saiyan already had a plan set in motion.

"YOU DESTROYED MY BODY!"

That would have to serve as enough of an announcement to his allies that he had come and that they ought to step out of the way. As he sped through them strange changes came from his body. Teeth sharp as an oozaru's, limbs all at once twisted muscular and cadaveric, fingers hooked like talons, and a face twisted by anger in ways impossible for living flesh. His roar was like that of a marching legion, his ki roared wild and freezing, none about this wild form was natural. It was all a lie.

"NOW I WILL DESTROY YOUR SOUL!!"

He knew all about her, and about him she knew only lies, half-truths, things about which he himself was uncertain. Did he care about Arcose, her people, over even her? Aurora was little more than a stranger to him, and yet he put himself in harm's way. The shock impelled him further, faster, until his hand wrapped around her neck. "I am 'Masque', remember?" cut a low whisper through the gales of energy. His grip was almost gentle, but the push of his speed neared that of a hurricane as he launched both himself and the arcosian against the mountain slope "My real name is Kalabas Strongbone, yes, that one. Steel your back."

The two pierced through the rock and ice of Frappe, into the heart of the mountain, where they had first met. Hardly the safest place to be seconds before the destruction of the whole damn thing, but Kalabas' plan was not a plan as much as it was a string of off the cuff gambits. Away from the others, Kalabas still had his faux chokehold in place.

Was this treason?

He smacked himself, then turning his stare to the arcosian. "I shouldn't be doing this. I should be lopping your head and scattering your ashes. That is what they think I am doing, and what you want them to think too. You cannot defeat me, much less the four of us. So for your own and Belle's sake, run away." not having cut as short to the chase as he should've Kalabas proposed the escape route with a ki-infused stomp, opening a chasm between them deep beyond the reaches of their combined auras "I won't be giving you a second chance or warning. The next time we meet, pray that it isn't on a battlefield." Kalabas let go of her, ki orb spiraling from his open hand, which he placed on his chest. In his flickering and staggered state he almost pushed the arcosian down the hole, his growl almost a howl at the suddenness of his wound, the ricocheting of his own hostile ki rebounding across his soul matter without ending. A fight had to appear to have taken place. A perfect plan, in every conceivable way, save for one thing...

Perhaps from malfunction, distraction, or plain incompetence, Kalabas had yet to noticed that the flatline broadcast of his scouter was active. Undoubtedly useful to any living warrior, but to ghosts it served only as an hindrance and a quick way to drain battery. As Kalabas showed no signs to life his scouter kept broadcasting his coordinates, somatic signals, and altitude to all friendly scouters in reach. The bulk of this data feed, however, came from the livestream of that which the scouter's lens was pointed at, along with a very crisp sound capture. No matter how low, every whisper was heard, and every step of the plan witnessed.

And Kalabas only had himself to blame.

    Reno had been feeling the battle for quite some time, his mind fighting with itself on if he should go and check it out. He knew he was not gonna be much help but he could not help but worry when felt the second power start to match Aurora's. He could no longer just stand by as he made his choice, a stupid one that went against his own common sense. Racing towards the battle he cursed himself for his idiocy, this was a battle he would be little if any use and he might even get in the way. A memory of him chastising Sgiath coming to mind, his own hypocrisy when it really mattered only made him feel more foolish. Even if he was gonna be nothing more then a annoyance he wanted to be there to help and hell maybe he might even be the voice of reason. Not that he even knew who was fighting with Aurora or what their motives where in the first place, nothing more then unknown battle for unknown reasons. 

"ahhhh this is so damn stupid Miller! Your gonna get yourself killed and help no one! Murphy's law!"

    He cursed at himself as he tried to go faster, the distance was quite a bit away but he found it much easier to travel then he use to. Still it would not do to have no plan when he got their, his mind looking for ways he could be of help in the coming conflict. A sneak attack would be wise but if they had a way to sense power he was not gonna be able to pull it off, his envy for heat growing as he wished he could conceal his own power. Perhaps he could learn how, a idea he put into the back of his mind for a later date. It would do him no good to wish to do something he couldn't, his mind trying to focus on the task at hand. Perhaps as a distraction if it looked dangerous for Aurora? He could try to stay back and snipe at her opponent as long as he was really far away, of course that did not stop them form coming for him. Even if he was fighting Aurora there would be little she could do to stop them form coming after him, his death was sure to be quick though. It was in the middle of these musings that he felt the other powers arrive, their own ki massive and threatened to overwhelm Aurora own their own. But all three? She would not stand a chance at all! Frustrated he only raced faster his power level reaching max as he tried to get there that much faster his fear only growing with each moment he got closer.

    It took him far longer then would have liked but was finally getting close enough to really feel the ki filling the air, each power here threatened to overwhelm his senses alone much less all four of them. Still he need a plan some way for him to divert attention long enough for Aurora to escape, a single moment of them looking away should be enough. They were stronger then her but not so much that if she got a good enough head start they would be able to catch her right? He hoped so at least and perhaps they might figure she was not worth the trouble as well? Still he needed a way to get away himself, a trick that might fool his opponents into thinking they killed him or that he got away. All they needed why a body to destroy right? It was unlikely they would know his power and that might just be enough to fool them long enough for him to get away. Concentrating he allowed himself to split apart, his split form technique allowing each clone to circle to different sides of the mountains. The clone nearing Aurora felt the massive power Kalaboo was unleashing and could not resist shivering despite its best attempt to remain calm. Even the thick slab of a mountain did little to stop the massive ki he felt though the mountain itself, the clone shivering as it tried to make its way to Aurora.

    Elsewhere his other clone however was trying everything in its power to be found, its ki spiking as he charged up attacks to fire at a distance. He was far enough that it would take them a few moments to fire a counter attack, the distance making it easy to dodge for them but it also gave him more time if they decided to come after him. With nothing left to lose he started to fire as many ki blasts as he could at Vacado and Scallio's location, the rapid fired shots where weak with no real intent to hit either one as they tore into the mountain side. The pathetic offense made him really wish he had learned some form of ranged move and he worried that they might see though his weak feint. Still he could not turn back now so he kept firing the shots at the mountain intent to kick up as much dust as he could and to at least appear to be a threat long enough to distract them even for a moment.


Reno's power level 151,440
Ki mastery

Reno uses multiform two create a copy of himself.
Reno1# clone  75720 pl 3/3
Reno#2 clone 75720pl Ki 3/3

#2 fires a non ki attack the group

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    It was home but not quite like it anymore. Every feature of Mt. Frappe was proper, as were its dimensions but still it was not enough. Something within the Majin did not sit right within him. In some sense, he was consuming something that had just recently went rotten. Though it felt the same to Sanbu, inevitably there lain a quality that had turned bad. Not many days had passed him by since his departure and oddly enough, a most unforeseen turn of events had come to plague a place he had once called home. A location which granted him both his life and tools necessary to stand and fight as a capable individual.


    Occasionally Sanbu returned to the mount for refuge with his clan as to not lose sight of what truly mattered. But now however, his brief moment of peace seemed disturbed by events that concerned him on a personal level. The Majin had bore witness to the scuffle for only a short while but soon enough the fray became one he could no longer just disregard. This fight had grown from a mere brawl between two individuals to an actual threat to the safety of his birthplace. Normally his ability of ki detection did not prevail but in face of the massive power-levels he had begun sensing, he could not help but get increasingly suspicious. Weary for what the future foretold.


    "Even in my own quarters I know the close hand of demise. And what of these circumstances? Uncivilized matters I imagine. Why must melee find every corner of this planet? Peace is for the dead it seems, no one ought live like this. So again, Arcosian and Saiyan bring chaos to another land."


    Death taunted him forever more and he did not pay it any mind for the time being. A lone Majin in his company had surveyed the land and collected data for the context of this battle and even they did not provide a capable response. It was a mystery, a source of intrigue for Sanbu that he wished to further investigate. There were a few power-levels familiar to the man and others equally not so much, above all however he felt a great lacking in his might. To brave any offensive front was a fool's gambit and he knew it. Still, Sanbu would survey matters to the best of his abilities and start off his reconnaissance with a person he felt he was best talking to for now. 


    With a grand gale at his back the martial-artist took off with ever increasing velocity. Flying towards a figure he knew best, or at least a clone of the original. His gaze was disapproving, his expression gave off no sign of pleasure as he glanced at the clone of Reno who was making a conscious effort to engage in combat. In hushed tones he would speak to the earthling if allowed to. Hoping to get his message across despite the strange nature of their environment. There were many people nearby and each and every one of them were busy doing their own thing. Sanbu shot a slight glance at Reno from the corner of his eye before looking back at what was taking place. His attention never completely lost sight of what really mattered for the cost was too great.


    "You've a death wish if you remain in this fight much longer. Those attacks of yours, I know not what you aim to do with them but they won't suffice in whatever effort you hope to accomplish. This place, though it risks great injury or death you risk equally the same through your actions. If protecting you puts my life in serious jeopardy I won't take part in it. For your own sake, I suggest you reconsider what you're doing. I fear it's already too late." 


    Sanbu would take a heaving sigh, calming his person before shifting his stance if only slightly. He appeared to be proficient in Kung-Fu and it was evident immediately. His power-level would multiple itself ten-fold before reaching its limit. His eyes fell into mere squints as he crossed his arms, surveying the scene from afar with a familiar face nearby. Not willing to pursue matters until he was certain that there was actually a worthiness to it. Mt. Frappe was still his home but he knew not if it were worth dying for just yet. 


    "If aggression truly rests in your heart wait until the moment finds itself. You're a novel person but this isn't a fight worth being reckless about. If you can leave now and safely do so, you risk regretting something you can't turn back from. Rage is the brother of carnage and death alike. You're not suited for this kind of a brawl, not yet at least."

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