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Post by Russ on Mar 1, 2020 4:46:18 GMT -6
Russé ceased fire to not cause accidental harm on their arcosian ally, not like it matters given how outclassed the young male is this fight. The hybrid felt his stamina running low and decided it was best to take a breather to regain strength, and with good timing. He isn't sure what to make of the gruesome sight before him, their arcosian ally viciously tearing their enemy apart resulting in the guy turning into a liquid substance with a face on it, will make anyone with a queazy stomach green in the face. "Hey huh..isn't that a little...excessive?" showing concern, doesn't help Kalabas is coughing up blood and yelling in pain, he didn't want the guy to die even if he's already dead. On the other side, a Ki signature is rapidly fading away, having the ability to sense energy is to pick out those who are familiar to him, can serve to be a blessing and a curse, aside from his comrades here, someone he recently became acquainted with at Dionos happened to be the queen of arcose. The half saiyan faced the direction of her weakening energy, he didnt know what's going on but his heart knew better, and the feeling isn't good. {Nashua's life force is fading away...Damnit!..I'm sorry} mentally expressing anger over their loss of an ally, her energy cease to exist. There are plenty of strong warriors in this mountain and its very concerning the strongest saiyan out of everyone here is taken down, why the hell is he wasting time fighting this damn ghost! Maybe she could've lived if he was there to help. Russé couldn't beat himself up for long, a pair of super saiyans arrived and one of them instinctively protected Kalabas from a finishing blow. "Scallio!?" recognizing the saiyan from that all of that vibrant gold he's radiating. The mercenary let his intentions known by challenging Aurora to a fight and deal the first blow, to add a cherry on top he told the gang to either stay aside or join her in death. "Like hell I'm gonna let you kil- Gywak!" he was so pissed off at Scallio he allowed himself to be captured by the second blond wonder. Some casual banter is thrown around and she revealed to be here to protect Scallio and the puddle of a ghost who is scooped up by Suri, the woman escorted herself and Russe closer to Kalabas and shook the former. "What's exciting is letting me go, who are you?" threw a retort back at the taller saiyan. The red majin suggested Amara kill her hostage before taking off after Scallio, a frown is directed at Sambu for his callous remark. "Oh fuck you dude!" barked. The blue majin pleaded with Amara to let go of Russé and take the ghostly saiyan with her instead, offering to allow her to leave with her friends to end this conflict. "Suri.." The half saiyan is astounded by her persistence of diplomacy, with how things are right now, he would love for this battle to end and go home, but he feared it's not that simple. Non-combat action taken, held hostage!
Russé PL: 45,000
HP Damage: 2%
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Post by Kalaboo on Mar 2, 2020 10:35:31 GMT -6
More noise, more light, more fighters coming. What to do, and how? Nothing came to mind, too scattered. And then there were these figures, little more than telltales of energy, circling around the churlish sludge of misanthropy. Could they kindly not? Kalabas wanted to gather his thoughts for a moment, as well as the rest of himself. He would do so, actually, plan or not. With eyes trained on Suri's, in thought meeting the inscrutable gaze of Chard, Kalabas warped into something more than a sprawled torso crowned by a tar mane and flanked by flowing arms. He resembled himself again. Faded, is true, closer to Yemma's gavel than his anxious handler, and yet in his eyes shone the macabre desire to tear her apart. Why, he wondered to himself as he slid from the scoop, wrenching it from the majin's hands. Something was missing and this absence troubled him, but what? He gave the oversized scoop a quiet examination, the handle, the lever, the bowl. It felt good in his hands, weighty. The saiyan returned his attention to Suri the same instant he planted his back foot, bent his knees, hovered the weapon above his head, and batted her away. Spry as always, the old soul. And yet he got only a meagre enjoyment from the hit. Perhaps another target, one made of bone and sinew that could be broken, would give him a less slight rush of joy? He looked over his shoulder at Reno before shrugging loudly. If he had held back on the blue gum thing, the red flesh thing would not receive much of a blow either. The problem was in something else - Kalabas gave the scoop's lever two tentative presses, to keep the brain juices flowing... No, not something. Someone."Vocado." he muttered aloud, snapping his fingers, the realization dawning on him only after the whisper " Where..." the thoughts, sensations, came slowly. More pressing, more clicking, a heh escaped very tight lips. "Are you?" Vocado was nowhere to be seen. Or felt, sensed, heard, smelled. One second Kalabas has the impromptu weapon resting against his shoulder, and a sliver of a moment after his scouter is set against his skull, the pressure on its trembling sides producing a multitude of cracks, dead eyes in frenetic search for any signs of life. There was none. "No..."Two children stand apart from their classmates during the first class of their first year, glowering and gesturing at each other as nobles are want to do. Perchance they sit together during lunch. A showdown follows and a fork is dented and a spoon bit through, names are exchanged before and after. Kalabas Strongbone, Vocado Bonemoon, friends for life and wanted in the principal's office posthaste.Vocado is dead. "Not you too..."The children are grown and still too young to be called men. This matters little as they are saiyans, and will fight for their honor as such. What is it that drove these former brothers against one another, made their mouths gnash with scorn and the promise to kill the other? Both command power, deserve it, but one is the prince while the other is not. Vocado has Kalabas pinned against the bloodied pillar, the sword of light dispelling in spite of what they had told the other and themselves. Vocado says he will never forget, Kalabas promises to never forgive.But death is meaningless. "You are everything I have left..."
Vegeta smolders and her children die in droves. The Fleet hounds after the remnants all the way over to Earth. And then comes Namek, Boreal, Chill, Kayen, Stargoons, wishes, casualties, scrolls of honor, secrets, lies, legacy, anger, treason, loss. And through it all he stood so brave, so driven, so silent in his suffering as a bastion for saiyankind, and so quickly and callously dismissed at the end of it. Vocado was a good man, made bitter by circumstance, and evil by choice.So why was he crying? "Don't leave me..."When Kalabas’ hand lit up he realized that this was no whim borne of caprice, a flight of madness cast by some ascended state. This was cold anger, a dead man's hatred, the impotent and fruitless revenge against an universe that had made playthings out of him and everyone he had ever cared for. Made his father a madman, his uncle a monster, Chill his enemy and Roma forget it all. And Belle... where to begin. It would have been better if they had never met. So this would be his end, his swan song, a requiem orchestrated with supernatural genius. Whether Earth was destroyed or anyone died mattered little now, the last of the Strongbones would not go quietly. "Let them curse my name." the ghost disappeared, nothing more than a bad dream. In his place was something else entirely, pulsating with the essence of a torn soul, at once pouring out blinding light and darkness, flames of ire and wild arcs of energy, a pit and wellspring of power and everything supernatural. The haunting construct took the shape of a great ball of fire, a wall of ki, a mass of tendrils ready to carve. These thousand limbs were wide as men and infinitely longer, and in pure chaos some dug into to the earth or up into the mountain, with some others lashing out at nothing at all. Such a powerful attack was unusual even in its nature. It was not a burst, it was growing, reaching, all the way down to Earth's very core. DE Intent Change! Kalabas is aiming to destroy Earth!
At the Mountains of Madness/Cold Shoulder is now OPEN for 72h!
Kalabas uses Blood Ruby and To Arms (flavored as him unleashing his true spooky scary form)!
New PL: 2,584,000/1,824,000
Final Imperial Epitaph (3,436,720 + 2,159,378 = 5,596,098) is fired at Earth!
KP: 1/7
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Post by Ochra on Mar 2, 2020 11:27:54 GMT -6
Ochra's PL: 188,345
Current PL: 3,390,210/2,260,140
Ultra SSJ and Deceptive Bulk active
(18/12) He had been sensing the energy up to this point. The clashing of power that was rocking Mt. Frappe. He had felt sharp bursts of power, and powers fading. The wind tore past Ochra as he shot towards the source of the commotion. He was already too late, as far as he was concerned. This fighting, this madness, he didn't know what it was about, but Ochra was going to put a stop to it before things already got worse than what they were. And it seemed like Ochra had arrived just in time. The closest conflict involved quite the number of characters, but two in particular caught his attention. Amara, whose presence filled Ochra with some relief. If she was here, than she wasn't on Namek. He knew she wouldn't be involved in that mass murder. He just knew it. But it was the second source of power that drew his attention. The ghostly form of the saiyan formally known as Kalabas. Ochra had mixed feelings about the ghost. He knew what he had done to Belle before his death, and Ochra had promised himself he would deck him the next time he saw him. But that would have to wait, as he saw what was about to happen. The ghost, battered and oddly dispondant, seemed to vanished, replaced with some horrific form, a mass of limbs and fire, suddenly starting to bore into the earth. In a second, Ochra realized what was going on. Kalabas was going to destroy the planet! But why!? Was the Saiyan's sanity so far gone? Ochra would not allow it. He couldn't protect Namek, but he would protect Earth. With a roar of power, Ochra's hair blazed gold, his muscles bulging from the power rushing through him. Charging towards the digging limbs. His arm swelled as power surged through the limb, finally reaching a point right through his fist. "FINAL IMPACT!"The force of the blow tore the digging arms apart, the shockwave sending power in all directions. If the ghost was capable of feeling any pain, well, he'd certainly have felt that. The blast left a small crater, at the sight where the arms were digging. Ochra took a deep breath. That had been close. Too close. But he couldn't stop now. The bounty hunter's eyes turned skyward, glaring up at former saiyan's twisted form. "What the damn hell do you think you're doing?" he snarled, not expecting an answer from the spectral lunatic. Afterimage [SU1] used to intercept the attack.
Final Impact [Sig] used. 5,627,748 PL of damage to cancel out Final Imperial Epitath.
63,300 PL damage to Kalabas through Overpower.
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Post by Belle on Mar 2, 2020 12:19:54 GMT -6
Belle’s PL: 90,000
Aura Block: Set to 100
At first, Belle had been concerned. She had sensed Miss Aurora’s aura. From what she had been able to tell, she was fighting a Super Saiyan. There was a very unmistakable aura that a Super Saiyan gave off. She thought it might be Miss Nashua and had wanted to go and stop them before things got too heated. But, after her panic settled down, Belle could tell that whoever it was, it wasn’t Miss Nashua. After a while, a whole bunch of auras had gotten involved. There were several she recognized too. Miss Nashua, Mister Carro - or rather LEO, even her Uncle Kalabas… but perhaps most notably… Mister Vocado’s vile aura. Fear had paralyzed her. Made her indecisive. And in her indecision, she felt Miss Nashua’s aura fade away into nothing. There was only one person awful enough to do that. Only one. Scared, angry, sad, Belle had rushed off without thinking, leaving her crutches behind on the floor of the President’s Castle. She wasn’t fast, which was why it had taken her so long to get there. And, as she burst onto the scene, panting and clutching her aching side where her injury was acting up, Belle saw what… what used to be her uncle. Her eyes widened in horror. It was his aura. His energy. Warped with madness and grief. Belle froze up, stunned at the horrific change. Why? All that energy and all that hate pointed itself at the planet, causing Belle’s heart to jump up into her throat. “N-No… Un-“Belle struggled to get the words out. Why?! Why was he doing this?! Her body shook. She clutched her heart as she felt herself break out into cold sweats. It was too similar. Too much like that time with Mister Lord Chill. The auras. The despair. Her voice barely made a squeak. Why…? And then she felt it. Or rather, the absence of something very important. Mister Vocado. Her body suddenly prickled all over in an unpleasant way. He was gone. Some part of her thought that she should feel relieved that he was gone. He was a monster in Saiyan skin. But, honestly, it didn’t make her feel relieved. If anything, it only made her feel worse. She knew how close Uncle Kalabas had been to him. At least a little. But she couldn’t stop him. Just like how she hadn’t been able to stop him then. It all felt like a horrible recurring nightmare. Thankfully, before something truly awful could happen, Mister Ochra appeared and stepped in. He sent his own massive blast at Uncle Kalabas. Belle worried for a moment that Mister Ochra would do too much and kill her uncle again! If there was anything that Belle didn’t want, it was to see her loved ones fall before her again. She still couldn’t get the first two times out of her nightmares. But, by some chance or through the quick thinking of Mister Ochra, only a little bit of Ki was sent back at her Uncle. This gave her some small comfort as she gathered up her courage and drifted meekly toward the abomination that her uncle had become. “U-Uncle Kala…? I-It’s me… Please stop… please? It’s Belle…!”Her voice returned to her at least a little, she called out to him, reaching for one of the arms to grasp onto. She didn’t want to be cast aside again, but she didn’t want to lose him more. He had probably made a lot of people upset just now, but if she could just calm him down… just a little… then maybe it would be okay.
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Post by Aurora Arctos on Mar 4, 2020 8:24:05 GMT -6
The pain was almost enough to cripple Aurora as she left her heightened state of power, her strength halving as she returned to her true form. Pupils dilated at seemingly random intervals and her breathing was ragged, chest heaving. While normal species might have seen that as mere exhaustion, any Arcosian or those familiar with the species would know that something was terribly wrong if one of their kind started needing that much air. Her armoured fingers came up to her throat, softly pushing against the flesh there as she tried to to... something. She wasn't quite sure. The pain was so great that she almost didn't realise Dion was carting her away. Dion the super Saiyan. She struggles minutely, weakly pushing against him to no avail. She didn't want to be touched, she didn't like all the noise. It battered against her mind, it was drowned out by the pain, the sudden light headedness making it hard to clearly hear what Dion was saying to her. Slowly the Arcosian's form began to jerk and bubble, shrinking down in size. It wasn't the controlled way of shifting any had seen, instead it was merely her own body's attempts to stave off what was coming. Locking down her form, and her wildly swinging flow of power. Restricting and slowing. She needed to- needed to-
Then all the noise and chaos in the cavern only came to grow as more and more people entered. Aurora wasn't able to sense Ki, having relied upon her (now destroyed) scouter to do so for her, but even just the sheer presence of the newcomers going at their full strength was enough to add another layer of painful pressure to her mind, even as her form jerked. She felt the tether of her magic, directed only half by her at this point, snap as something... familiar once again got in the way. Her hands, shifting and shaking and slowly shrinking, made their to to clutch at her head as the smallest of screams left Aurora's lips involuntarily. Everything only became almost infinitely worse as she found herself picked up by the neck by him, the enraged Saiyan roaring in her face. Something about finishing their fight- o-or that she was finished. Aurora couldn't tell. It was too hard, and as her back slammed into the snowy ground with the might of a Super Saiyan her mouth opened as a cough of purple blood leaves her. Her fingers scrabble against the hand pinning her down to no avail, and all around her the snow, the ice, the cold, the people and the face looking down at her seemed to close in and she just couldn't-
She was rocketed out of her thoughts by the second loudest sound she had ever heard, even as the pain in her head increased tremendously. Her vision flickered for a moment, although she was unsure if that was due to what was happening or because of the sudden wave of debris that went all around them as tendrils of... something out of her view destroyed her home. A cry of pain leaves her as one collides with the oppressively thrumming pillar of ice within the centre, a wall of blue protecting it from the worst of the damage, even as a scar trails across it from where the tentacle lashed out. Another bang, another burst of pure might and power, and then the tentacles were shredded apart by... something. There was too much going on. Voices talking all over each other. Faces she recognised, twisted into fear, anger, indignation. And somehow, above it all she heard another voice. Begging Kalabas to stop. Uncle...? Who would call him un- Belle!
Aurora's eyes widen, even as a hand comes up to push against Scallio's face and her tail bats at his side. She needed to- this was no place for a chi- "Aaaraagh!" Aurora screams, louder and strangled by the hand at her throat as a burst of sparks from her chest gem shower Scallio. Her body shook just with the effort that had been expended raising her arm, as she did her best to push him off. She had to escape. She needed to- to- what? What was it that- what did she- it was hard to think, the Saiyan easily bypassing her defences and if it weren't for her constantly shifting form her wind pipe would be crushed already. What was it she needed to do? She needed to.. needed to...
"Help..."
Aurora has reverted to her Suppressed Form, bringing her PL to 113,000!
%: 1%
KP: 1/3
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Post by Dion on Mar 4, 2020 17:29:45 GMT -6
Dion didn't take Kalabas for a sore loser- but then again, he didn't take himself to be a candidate for the status of Super Saiyan, so he was getting all sorts of neat little surprises today, wasn't he? It almost seemed as though they were in the clear, what with Aurora nearly managing to freeze over the dukes puddled mess of what could be called remains, and Aurora somehow managing to keep somewhat conscious throughout all of this. But then a familiar feeling energy had battered away the frosty fighter's attempt at an end, and the blond bartender immediately realized where he had felt this energy before. This was the man whom had first been engaging in combat with Aurora moments before he had even arrived to the scene! His fists clenched in silent fury, if it weren't for his continued transgressions perhaps they would have been able to avoid such a clash, but instead he let his wanton need for Auroras head get them all into this shitshow. Basking in the heat for a couple moments, eyes closed, he allowed for the temperature change to help warm himself back up, knowing he'd need the added flexibility if he were to step toe to toe with another Super Saiyan near his own standing. However, there was the apparent fact that while it wasn't much, it was clear that Scallio was already on his last legs, the damage done to him could be clearly seen. Dion, on the other hand, was practically brand new. With that added confidence, the newly birthed Super Saiyan began to trudge forward toward Scallio when all the sudden another Super Saiyan landed onto the scene- this time a woman of considerably stronger power than his own.
He was about to ask just what in the hell was going on for two more Super Saiyans to be joining seemingly Kalabas' aid when all the sudden she swiped from his place Russe for safekeeping. Causing a small reignition of the flickering flame of rage that had enabled him to transcend the Saiyan limit in the first place. How could he be so stupid? Of course this would give them a tactical advantage, their morals were more flexible than their own! But what was the point? They weren't planning on killing Kalabas anyways, he wasn't even sure if the undead demented devil-like being could be killed in the first place. Rolling his eyes at the whole "heightened stakes, more fun fight" cliche, he began to open his mouth once more when once again he was violently cut off by another change in the checks and balances of the battle- Kalabas once again showing Dion why he was the Duke of the Saiyan Kingdom.
His power level spiked to the highest one he's ever sensed, and his heart began to sink as he realized the thought process behind the ghost's actions. If he was to go down with the ship, he would take the rest of what was left with him- a sentiment that Dion was not ready at all to share. But was damned unsure of how to reject such a sentiment when the now lovecraftian like being formally known as Kalabas began his charge toward the center of the very planet with his attack. Shutting his eyes, the young Saiyan already began to mutter his goodbyes, brandishing his hand into the signature ready pose for his Full Counter, not ready to let everyone down after such a turn of events.
And then, as if Kami wished for fate to preserve him for a better future, what could only be described as yet another blond haired angel came to bless the company with their equalizing presence- the new male Saiyan now able to completely cancel out and even overpower Kalabas' own attack with what seemed like relative ease! He stood there with an expression of disbelief. There was no way he was getting this lucky. But, then again, that meant his own achievement was once more placed to the sidelines- his own power being further humbled and made of less consequence and impact as more capable, and quite able fighters began to arrive and make the battlefield a bit more even.
What the tipping point was for the young lads sanity was when out of literal nowhere a CHILD now began to attempt to make peace with the tentacled monstrosity that replaced Kalabas' poltergeist form! What in the hell was the little girl thinking!? And if there was any past to these two, how could Kalabas of all people be able to make friends with a child of all things!? This was the same man threatening to slaughter every man and woman present earlier for the sake of his mission, how in the hell does that translate to possible parental like skills?
His mind began to be cluttered once more, not with doubt though, but with rage once more- anger at the fact that the situation was now spiraling out into chaos once more and his own skill once again being outclassed by not only friend but now foe. His own incompetency once again shining true, through Russe and through-
Oh, Kami, Aurora!
Her suddenly weakening power level quickly drew back his attention- his gaze now being greeted by her form being strung around like some sort of plush toy by Scallio. His rage now fueling his resolve as his furious expression returned once more, another loud cry of utter wrathful indignation exploding from the young man as he let his golden gilded aura flare wildly once more, the anger of allowing someone to get past him as well as being nearly reduced to nothing but a background character boiling over.
"Let's end this thing right here! RIGHT NOW!" Dion proclaimed as he burst forward, prepared to finally put an end to the nonsensical madness within the mountains, attempting to slam into Scallios exposed midsection with a hard left hook, hoping to use the sheer force of it as well as the momentum gained from blasting forward all so suddenly to whip the vengeful gun-for-hire off his feet and thus away from Aurora. If succeeded, he'd stand over and in front of his Arcosian friend, crossing his arms and glaring at Scallio.
Assuming that these three were all affiliated somehow, as well as the fact that Amara herself hadn't taken any offensive action as opposed to Scallio or Kalabas, he assumed that she was simply there to ensure they left without any casualties- or perhaps she simply did like taking the backseat with whatever insurance was available for some sort of cruel kick? No clue, he didn't know nearly enough to make a better stake or claim, but it was a chance he needed to take- as left alone Scallio would most likely rip the weakened Aurora to literal shreds. Besides, they had more than enough firepower to overwhelm Amara if needed, but, somehow he doubted they'd even have to resort to such means. The end was near, that much he was sure of.
Looking toward Sanbu and then to Suri, he gestured toward Russe and his current predicament- hoping they'd get the message and instead focus on his captor, and leave the handling of the other newly made Golden Warrior to him. His emerald eyes then returned their harsh gaze toward Scallio, chin tilted slightly upward with an air of confidence and intimidating intent just as Kalabas had done before.
"I commend you for your continued efforts, your determination is respected- but this tirade ends here. You're in the middle of your second wind, while I'm just getting warmed up. I suggest you secure your losses and ensure you don't have anymore. Take your accomplices and leave this place. You've done quite enough..."
KP 7/7, +1 KP For no action taken. Damage Percentage: 0%.
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Post by Scallio on Mar 5, 2020 6:37:12 GMT -6
1,533,990 PL Scallio wasn't sure if Reno was stupid, suicidal, or a mix of the two. Either way, when the Earthling and his clones attempted to encircle him Scallio responded with a kiai. The concussive burst of air would hopefully blast the martial artist into the cavern walls. Even if it didn't Scallio would continue past them regardless. With a sudden burst of speed that also let him dodge Sanbu's punch, he'd vanish.
He'd deal with the pair later, for now the only thing that mattered was Aurora. His laser focus on the Arcosian had finally bore fruit. Despite the many attempts to stop him, he'd reached her. Scallio reappeared from his vanishing act directly in front of his prey. With what felt like little resistance his hand clasped around her throat. Scallio tightened his grip and slammed Aurora into the ground, not once, not twice, but several times. Each slam and accompanying yell becoming more brutal than the one that preceded it.
Lost in his anger, everything but him and Aurora faded into darkness. "You tried to take her from me!" he shouted, "The only one who mattered, the only who's ever given a shit." he continued with each rise and fall of her body. Now standing in a crater several inches deep, his assault stopped.
Scallio glared down at the battered and bruised Arcosian with cold angry eyes. "I almost lost her because of you, because of-" he didn't get to finish. Aurora's barely audible cry for help struck at something inside of the Saiyan. He let go of her neck and stepped back. Scallio's hand covered the right side of his face as he struggled with conflicting emotions.
"This isn't what..." he'd done all of this for Narissa but she wouldn't want this. If she saw him like this she'd be disappointed, maybe even afraid. "I..." so then why, why was he doing this? It was difficult to think and his thoughts felt all jumbled. He could still feel the anger gnawing at his mind, threatening to take over again. He took another step back and into the path of Dion's left hook. Scallio kneeled over in pain from the blow but didn't retaliate.
Dion was right, he couldn't continue to fight like this. If he did he'd only managed to get himself killed. He needed to regroup and get whatever was going on inside of his head under control. There was a child here now too and that complicated things.
Scallio floated up from the ground and glanced towards his mother. "I'm leaving." he turned to depart, taking a brief glance over his shoulder at Aurora before he did. Something akin to regret filled the Saiyan's eyes but he said nothing. Scallio merely took off out of the cavern, he'd pick up Narissa and then find Kayen.
Maybe she'd still be willing to help with all this anger. BATTLE INFO Damage: 171%
Used [SU1] Afterburner to dodge Sanbu's [A1]
Joining the split [Arctic Tomb]
Scallio's KP: 1/7
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Post by Amara on Mar 5, 2020 9:22:27 GMT -6
Russe's quick capture was not unexpected, but the following statement by the cherry red gum person certainly gave her a laugh. "If you hadn't noticed." She said dryly, craning her head. "We're a bit outnumbered, and I'm free to use my other hand anyways." She wiggled the aforementioned limb about as if to prove her point. "Quite capable of firing lasers out of it. Though I didn't expect one of the not bad guys to be so callous! I don't think the others would appreciate or share your sentiment, candy man." The other Majin, a female, had tried to immediately barter for Russe's release for Kalabas... who did seem a bit worse for wear. "I don't care about the random ghost monkey that much. If anything, he seems to be killing himself."
Amara rolled her eyes, sighing. "I'm not gonna snap this guy's neck spontaneously. That'd defeat the point of taking a hostage, to begin with." She didn't question the giant scoop, though perhaps they could've been a better vessel than simply that to carry around a puddle ghost in. "If anyone would want him, it'd be Scallio over there. And he's a bit preoccupied with the whole trying to kill a lizard thing." Her blue-haired 'friend' spoke up, struggling to break free to no avail. "That doesn't seem very exciting." She deadpanned. "Even now, I'm still kind of 'out of it', so... eh." This whole situation was becoming annoying again right quick with all the talking go on, but it seems that she wouldn't have to endure much more of it.
"...Ghosty boy?" The specter had gone mad, collapsing in on himself in a fit of emotion before suddenly turning his collective energy towards a different, much more dangerous target. Her eyes widened a fraction, a flicker of anger crossing over them. Yeah, she'd survive getting jettisoned into space in her Super Saiyan form, but what the hell was he thinking trying to bomb the damn planet? Amara didn't necessarily care about Earth's integrity, but trying to make it kersplode was a surefire way to bring down even more reinforcements form all across the globe. "You can't be serious." She complained quietly. She was *this* close to blocking the thing herself just to avoid complications when, of course, the magical cavalry came riding in.
And of all the people to be, it just had to be Ochra that spontaneously arrived, huh? Probably felt the energy and came to investigate for 'safety' or whatever the fuck - the bleeding heart he was. Of course, he was the first to attack 'heroically' placing himself between Kalabas' attack and countering with one of his own. Greeeeat. Now he could claim he 'saved' Earth. "Scallio." She murmured lowly. "This is getting out of hand." She didn't even want to come to this stupid mountain, to begin with, and now they were up against even more insurmountable odds. Things got even more hectic as a child showed up in the thick of everything. "Who forgot to pay for a babysitter?" Amara growled, eyes furrowing. This particular kid looked familiar from somewhere...
The enemy Super Saiyan charged at Scallio while he had the lizard finally pinned. He spouted some generic hero lines before punching him off the Arcosian, his smugness radiating off in waves. The disguised Stargoon bit her tongue in disgust. She always hated the 'large vocabulary epic solidarity leader' types most of all. It didn't mean he wasn't right, of course, but it was annoying as all hell. "We should l-" Scallio interrupted by announcing his departure, Amara's eye twitching slightly. "Oh, NOW you're giving up? Fucking- FUCK." She turned to Suri, arm holding Russe winding back. "Here, candy person two, catch." With the flick of her arm, she intended to send Russe flying through the air at the Majin, not caring what came of it.
"Ciao. I hope you all catch a heart virus and die." Giving a mocking salute, she proceeded to attempt to follow after Scallio. OUT of the mountain, and hopefully to leave this situation behind entirely. Her hair faded back to a normal black as she did so, her Power Level dropping immensely. She had more than enough stamina to keep the form up, but saw no reason to.
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Post by Reno on Mar 5, 2020 16:40:18 GMT -6
He tended to agree with Sanbu about dividing resources, even if she could fire the attacks while grasping onto her hostage it did not mean he would simply hold still. Any attack she would try to make might be diverted by Russe at anytime, there was also the fact she knew very little if her opponents cared for his safety in the first place. He personally felt little for him and would help only if he could without risking Aurora's safety or his own. In this case he could so simply kept to his present course of action, his blades prepared to strike at Scallio's back when the sudden blast of ki would send both clones flying to the wall. Lucky for Reno the man had merely used enough energy to send him flying, his first clone hitting the wall feet first to catch itself only for the second to collide with it and send them both falling to the ground.
Shifting across the ground the the clones untangled themselves as they forced themselves to their knees just in time to see the Dukes transformation and attack, his body falling apart even more as it threw everything it could at the planet itself. The fear that griped him was so strong he nearly did not sense the new arrivals, one of which rivaling the insane dukes own power. However much to his shame he was not able to follow much of what followed, one second he was still watching the life work its way to the cent of the earth and the next he felt another mass of energy slam into it. However his eyes had not been able to catch any of it, only the massive amount of energy being thrown was felt by him. It was only when the man started to yell that he caught sight of yet another super Saiyan, a sight that was starting to get old very fast. Here was yet another one of those damn Saiyans running around earth instead of their own damn planet, or empire since they had more then one under their control. Even though Russe and Dion were on his side in helping Aurora he could not stop himself form being bitter about the race, the fact that so many had just moved in was beyond irritating to him. How many where here now? Was it 6 of them now? No it was eight of them that he sensed at the moment and even then he was sure their was at least two missing that he had sensed before this. At this point their was more Saiyans then everything else combined at this damn mountain.
He was exhausted and it showed, each copy of him gasping for air as they tried to recover form the constant fighting. It was pointless to keep going like this and he knew it, he would not be able to keep up fighting like this just like Sanbu had pointed out. Grunting he allowed both of his multi forms to fuse back into one, the damage and exhaustion rolling into one causing him to grunt as he tried to gather himself. Planting his sword into the ground he forced his exhausted body into its feet as he looked up just in time to see Dion attack the Saiyan only for him to let her go and dodge out of the way. Fear griping him he rushed forward to catch his friend, her body nearly hitting the floor as he missed the appearance of the small Saiyan pleading with the duke. It was only when he sensed her ki that the fear vanished form his stomach, quickly he held her ready to run if the need showed itself."Alright we got ya, just rest for now. Dion was it? Do me a favor and keep them away for now won't you? Ill run with her if they try again." he said gently at first before his voice changed to a more light hearted then before.
He was quite prepared to have to run away when everything seemed to change, the once nearly unreasonable Saiyan suddenly stopping himself as he muttered to himself. Clinching Aurora closer to himself as he prepared to run only to be stunned when the Saiyan turned to leave, his hands nearly letting go of Aurora as he sat stunned for a moment. It was not until Amara also bid her farewell that his mind snapped back to him, his voice nearly crying out for her to stop. But why stop her? For avenge his mentor or to be thankful she got him? In the end he realized it was safer to say nothing and focus on keeping Aurora safe as he moved further behind his super Saiyan. Their was still this crazy as ghost Kalabas to deal with and even then he had no idea if all the power levels were dangerous to her or not. Even if they were not allies of those currently threatening her it did not mean they were not against Aurora as well.
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Reno merges back into one again
Pl:151440
damage:100%
Ki:1/3
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Post by Sanbu on Mar 6, 2020 3:18:04 GMT -6
Sanbu's PL: 100'000
With eyes blind it could still be seen, Sanbu bore witness to a reality he had hoped not to know. Even with his eyes closed the lasting brilliance of the imposing ki shook his very body to its core. The power was frightening however it paled in comparison to the awesome might of energy he felt before. Again had another force come to wreck havoc on the land from which gave him life and it was but a reminder to him again. <If one stands not with the might in their hands to enact change one not ought move with an arrogant jaunt. Who am I to think I could have been so bold as to assume that things could be different now at my current power-level?> The Majin lay speechless as he watched even more Saiyans arrive on the scene, the sight was telling. This was not just a matter of commonality in the sense specific to species but one of unique affiliation. Clear was it to the man that these people were related in a strange yet very noticeable manner. Their words spoke not with strangeness and with these continuing similarities it only became harder for Sanbu not to arrive to a broad conclusion. One could only look at a scenario at so many different angles before it felt rather strange that an inter-connected group of people to arrive in one particular location at one given moment with striking characteristics. <What an inopportune time it is. An ordinary confrontation between Saiyan and Arcosian. And now, its run far off course for what reason? Hard is it to tell what becomes of this now, and especially...> Before his mind met with words quickly did a point of resolution appear in this bizarre farce of a fray. His supposed opponents were many however the ones he felt he could most feasibly take on, there were few. A longing glance was offered to the two Saiyans who made their way off. It did not seem right to chase foes who openly revealed their defeat and deficiency in this obviously uneven exchange. "Callous? We stand here and we all ought know what it takes to assume this kind of risk." His glance shifted as it quickly fell upon the other Majin's person, locking his sights on the blue woman. "What kind of fight is this if you are to bargain for your friend's safety? This is no charity, why not fight for what you believe in? You've the power to make that change real, never should a comrade be reduced to a burden who ought be bargained for. This is no place for such people, I do not understand what you are trying to accomplish." Clearly was there still emotion on Sanbu's face, his face gave off that much of an impression still. He was annoyed if not dissapointed at least but he could not bring himself to further dialogue, it did not seem necessary if at least just not capable of being received in this climate. With an unrelenting velocity Sanbu would part with the given setting and vanish to locations unknown. Matters had just gotten that complicated and his hand would not be the forceful one in this occasion. There was a location and moment for such things, it did not appear like this would be one of them.
TAGS: Suri
Additional Note:
Nothing (x10/x13) in use. Effective PL: 1'000'000/1'300'000
KP: 2/3 -> 3/3
Attempted Thread Exit
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Mar 6, 2020 12:40:22 GMT -6
FUSED CARRO'S PL: 5,001,650 (x25T ACTIVE | ANTISENSE | 200,066 PL BASE)
Carro's soul continued to twist in its newfound anguish. He couldn't see it beneath the orange ki wrapped around his fused body, but he could feel the wet blood on his metallic hands beneath. His past self would be disgusted. He was disgusted. As corrupt as the life he stole was, even though it was a neccecary evil to rid the universe of Vocado's destructive stain, the President's mechanical heart yearned for another way. He never wanted to hurt people, never ever like this. But surely now, the pain was almost over. It wouldn't keep getting worse for much longer... At least, that's what he hoped.
No amount of hope could stop the deafening surge of ki that met his ears. Not a second after he phased through his portal to enter the mountainside, Carro saw hell breaking loose yet again. "NO--!!" His dual-voice was drowned out by the shriek of ki. Kalabas wasn't just aiming at the mountain. He darted down in a flash to take the blast for his precious planet, but stopped short as another blaze of gold beat him to the punch. His ears rung despite his lack of eardrums. A phantasmal breath hitched in his throat again.
As his vision cleared, the sheer density of fighters and happenings began to become apparent with beep after buzz in his motherboard. Energies just kept popping up on his Scouter to the point where he didn't think they would stop. The first thing he noticed was another golden aura- this one from a friend. The power of a Super Saiyan swarmed around Dion now- Carro made a note in the back of his mind to figure out what trauma induced it's strength to surface. His first priority was eased quickly, spotting the wounded form of an Arcosian with Reno. Aurora was wounded, but a brief vitals scan on his end confirmed that she'd live... Scallio and Amara were nowhere to be seen, though. Maybe they finally got the message. There were still so many people, so many he should have come to help sooner. His head started to ache.
The ghost was battered to the point where it looked like a gust of wind would take care of him. The numbers running through his systems didn't lie- this was handled, and would be over soon... But his eyes went wide with shock and fear at the sound of a child's voice, though he couldn't make out the exact words. What was Belle doing here, of all places?!
Alarms blared in his mind again. The ki projected around Carro flared, his power climbing with it when he positioned himself beside the saiyan child, extending out one of his arms protectively in front of her if the vile spirit dare tried to harm another innocent. Though he was completely unaware of the familial bond between the two, he didn't trust the man that just tried to destroy his planet anywhere near Belle regardless. Carro's mismatched eyes briefly trailed to the little saiyan in question. He tried to suppress his emotions, eyes focused with his ever-present spark of resolve. He had to try harder than he cared to admit to hide the lingering fear and horror. His head still hurt.
He had to restrain the instinct to bring his palm to his head to try and ease the pain. The orange aura around him spasmed outwards on occasion, like a computer glitch. He used the arm that wasn't set on protecting Belle to gather a sphere of green ki in his palm, pointing it forwards. This terrible ghost just tried to destroy his home, threatened to take away everything and everyone he was sworn to defend. The logical course of action was to kill the dead man again. When he spared Sensoa, the demon bit back not long later. When he entertained the thought of an alliance with the Saiyans, they rebelled to harm his home. Why would someone who would even think of destroying a planet be any different? Another electric spark flickered from his head. The overheat was getting to Carro, but he stood still with a glare.
Carro's palm shook, ever so subtly.
...He thought he heard a crack in his chest as his thoughts swarmed.
All he had to do was wave his hand, fire the attack... Why couldn't he? He grit his teeth, the trauma from both minutes ago and months past festering in his mind. He couldn't. He never wanted to kill ever again. Why was he like this? His body hurt- it felt like he had a fever, somehow.
Carro spread his palm holding the ki, dispersing the energy into a barrier persisting in front of him. To the others, it likely would have seemed that the defensive move was his intention from the start, as he'd managed to keep his expression steeled during his continued internal argument. Still silent, the President clenched his fists and let his aura flare again. He put out every bit of energy he could, staring down the spirit. That scouter of Kalabas's would detect an even larger, nigh insurmountable energy from the leader, though only Carro knew it was a bluff. Even to those whose natural senses couldn't attune to his artificial ki, the air would grow hotter and start to howl with his peaked aura as he took a single, silent step forwards. Even without words, the message was clear. Kalabas faced a hopeless battle. He could only hope there was enough intellect left in the idiotic spirit to call it quits and stop wasting their time.
OVERDRIVE + SOULBOUND ACTIVATES again for x25T! 2/3 KP transform deals +100% recoil. (2/3 -> 4/7). Fused PL returns to 5,001,650.
Fused Carro's KP: 2/7 (-2) || Fused Carro's damage: 112% (+100%)
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Carro uses [VB2] Safety Cap for 1,650,545 PL, just in case. It is SUSTAINED and will last for three posts!
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POSTS: Suri -> Russe -> Kalabas -> Belle -> Ochra -> Oboe (ENTRY) -> Chime (ENTRY) -> Aurora -> Dion -> Reno -> Sanbu (EXITING) -> Carro |
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Post by Suri on Mar 7, 2020 7:32:27 GMT -6
Suri was definitely one who didn't appreciate Sanbu's sentiment, but her focus was not on him at the moment so she hadn't even sent a frown his way, while Amara's attitude towards Kalabas caused Suri to raise an eyebrow. "R-Random? Uh, I thought you were allies...?" But nonetheless, it was relieving to hear that the snarky Saiyan wasn't planning on killing her hostage any time soon. R-Right, the point of hostages... It was just that Suri had no way of knowing Amara's intentions, no way of knowing the Super Saiyan's ruthlessness nor her strength. All she knew from the tall tales about the anger-based form was that it was supposed to make a Saiyan super-powerful, and that two Super Saiyans were probably stronger than one, even if one of the two was heavily wounded.
The mention of Scallio and Aurora shifted Suri's attention towards them, and she grimaced, unsure if she should make a move to help her friends or not. Dion, Reno... But then Suri noticed movement from Kalabas, and returned her gaze towards him. He...reformed himself! The ghost was reminding the Majin of her own anatomy. "Wh-" Kalabas took Suri's scoop as easily as taking candy from a child. In return for her mercy, the only thing the Majin girl received was a whack with her own tool, which kicked her off of her feet, chucking her into a wall of rock. The batting had done all the damage rather than the latter impact. Shocked by the searing pain delivered straight to her gummy cranium, Suri lay there, groaning, waiting for the world around her to stop spinning...
It would not.
"Vocado...?" Kalabas muttered...his employer's name? ...Tears. Suri had not expected that from him. However, should she have expected what he did next? The ghost, his rage, the entirety of his firey form, shot down to the ground. What was he... "No..." He wasn't! Suri stood, charging magic into her right hand. She would have charged right in, if not for the FOURTH Super Saiyan that quickly arrived and stood in the spirit's way, stopping his burrowing with a strike of his own. Suri couldn't feel relieved yet, however. The second arrival had been that of a small Saiyan child, whose proximity to Kalabas was worrying. Would the desperate duke harm family? The Super Saiyan next to him, and the third arrival that was the...firey person, whoever they were, hopefully they could prevent that.
Scallio's outburst of anger was cut short. They were taking Dion's offer and leaving, both blond Saiyans two and three. "Eh-!" Amara threw Russé at Suri. Suri would stretch her arms and catch Russé to stop him midair and set him on his feet, if he didn't do it himself. "You okay, big guy...?" Suri asked. Her stare chased the departing Saiyans, to make sure it wasn't some kind of trick.
Then Suri's attention was snatched away by Sanbu's chastisement of her choice of action, or inaction, rather, not fighting when she had the power to. "I do?" Could she stand up to a Super Saiyan? "I- I didn't know, I..." A sad and sorry Suri looked to Russé. Suri had only feared for his life. Was he upset? "That wasn't my intention..." Then what was it, Suri? "I..." Suri looked down, unable to answer even as Sanbu flew off.
Perhaps because he was right. How naive could she have been, hoping to end the fight without shedding blood when the enemy was willing to do much worse. Her attempt at diplomacy was laughable at best, and regardless of whether she could or not, regardless of her wanting to do so, Suri had made no moves to join the fight. Was it fear that stopped her this time? What a coward she was... Inaction, again. It was always inaction that came before a friend was lost. Myu, Yogu, Gita, to the monsters hiding within them. Nashi, to his killers. All when she wasn't even there. Today she got lucky, didn't she? Lucky the enemy felt threatened enough by the others to leave.
Suri's fist slammed into stone, breaking a pillar of rock, and breaking her out of her downward spiral of thoughts, for now... It wasn't over yet. She could cry as much as she wanted when she was back in her room, but right now, she needed to focus on the matter at hand. Suri stepped foward, toward the gathering around the ghost. He would not slaughter one person, let alone billions.
...Warmth? Her senses had been numbed by the coldness from both her own powers and the mountain itself, but now, she felt like she was next to a fire, even though there was some distance between her and the source. Suri looked to the being that looked like they were made of flames, surprised that it was their intense aura that filled the cave with such heat. She was glad they didn't seem to be an enemy, being protective of 'Belle', and hostile toward Kalabas. But the question was; "...Who...is that?"
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Post by Russ on Mar 8, 2020 21:31:42 GMT -6
During this...interesting conversation between the lady in cool black armor who didnt seem amused by his dry wit, a blue majin trying to solve things peacefully in his sake and a red majin who is trying to bring down the former's spirit, Russé's keen senses directed his attention to Kalabas who has one more trick up his maniacal sleeve and its a technique that will threaten the lives of everyone here. "Oh No! With that amount of energy of this magnitude, he's gonna blow up the whole planet! Please let me go, we have to stop him!" struggling and pleading Amara with genuine fear, he isn't just afraid of his own life but the lives of everyone else, his friends and family. Was Kalabas building up this attack the whole time? Russe thought it was strange the ghost dude didn't put up much of a fight, THIS is why.
He prayed to kamai for this woman to grow a heart and allow them a chance to survive, there are so many things he wanted to do in life before he bites the dust, there's no way she is foolish enough to prevent him from doing the right thing..Right!? Noticing Amara's distaste for Kalabas actions gives him hope she is coming around. More company arrived in the mountain, another super saiyan, a child saiyan, and a robot he met back in his hometown, one of them he can recognize except for the kid and the older saiyan. No time for introductions but the trio made their intentions known to be against the idea of earth blowing up, Orcha almost immediately tried to stop Kalabas on his own and Russe felt he should do the same.
Before he can initiate his own attack Amara decided to chuck the hybrid in the air towards Suri. his fall prevented by landing in her stretching arms and being adjusted to stand on ground. his kidnapper and Scallio for some reason decided to bail and leave the scene, Russe didnt bother pursuing them, lives were at stake. "Yeah, thanks!" giving her gratitude before facing Kalabas, instinctively aimed his energy wave at the ghostly foe, using the remaining ounce of his energy in desperation. He watched Belle approached Kalabas, pleading him to stop and Carro appeared ready to protect her, trying to sort this out with diplomacy just like Suri, speaking of that Majin.
Russe noticed the red guy leaving and he gave him a venomous glare behind his back, approaching Suri to do his best to cheer her up "hey, don't listen to that jerk, there's nothing wrong with trying to solve a situation without violence, yeah some people don't want to be reasoned with but that doesn't mean violence will work all the time, you saved my life ya know" giving her a smile.
Russé Ochra joining Ochra to stop Kalabas from blowing up Earth! PL: 45,000
[A1] Root Cannon Used
33% Damage: 14,850
Hp Damage: 2%
KP: 0/3
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Post by Kalaboo on Mar 9, 2020 9:55:11 GMT -6
Neither solid or liquid or one with the air, dribbling jaws and dead eyes became thunder and squirming veins as a fiery golden fist tore the creature apart, until thick ropes of protoplasm wove around the glowering crown, its insectile mandibles morphing into wine-colored thorns, spilling out from spiraling sockets like gutted carrion. A single too saiyan arm, with too many joints and with too many fingers came from the shifting wraith and began scratching at the ice below, elephantine legs ending in obsidian talons clawing for support from under it. The arm was sinewy and ran fluid with ki, and yet the clawed hand-thing at the end of it made slow progress. Between a thousand years or a million, the ghost would have found his way to the center of the planet and destroy it from within, but it stopped when Belle came close. Mere coincidence. Mobs of arms came from the nightmare creature, ripping, tearing, and punching the ice and rock, too many to count or follow. Revolting slick rot wafted from the rain of nails from the thin caricature fingers, shed and broken in their spasmodic burrowing into the mountain, useless limbs and corpse fingers hanging limp and forgotten. It could not see, it could not talk, it could not hear. Understanding was beyond it, and so was emotion and even pain. Its single drive, the purpose that would stretch infinitely, was to destroy Earth. Nothing else existed. Kalabas is hit by Final Impact [Sig] (PL: 63,300) and Root Cannon [A1] (PL: 14,850) for a total of ≃4% damage!
No KP action taken!
Total Damage: 254%
KP: 1/7
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Post by Ochra on Mar 9, 2020 11:27:15 GMT -6
Ochra's attack had done the trick, stopping Kalabas' attempt to destroy the planet. At least, for the moment. Though it seemed that the deranged phantom wasn't going to stop, as his form twisted and morphed into something truly horrific, more monstrous arms reaching out to try and tear away at the planet. At the sound of a familiar voice, Ochra's eyes turned to see none other than Belle, having come here to plead with her uncle. Though it seemed her words were falling on deaf ears. The entity formerly known as Kalabas was gone. All that was left was this...thing, mindlessly bent on destruction.
He took note of Scallio and Amara leaving the area. He noticed the arrival of what appeared to be an android, brimming with power. He even noticed the strange, blue saiyan in the area. But right now, Ochra's attention was between two things. Belle, and the wretched being that was formerly her uncle.
"Belle..."
Ochra's voice was clear as the saiyan hybrid turned his attention towards Belle. His expression was a somber one. He knew how much the little one was suffering from this. "I'm sorry. Please...look away." He turned his gaze back towards Kalabas, or what was left of him. Someone had to stop him. He would just keep trying to destroy otherwise. Clenching a fist, Ochra slowly drew it back. The air began to ripple around his fist. His eyes focused on the main 'body', looking for any sort of core for it. Well, whether it was there or not, Ochra would give it everything he got. Energy formed around his fist, growing, though difficult to be seen.
"Remember this Kalabas?" he murmured softly under his breath.
Thrusting his fist out, a blast of shot out, unable to be seen, except for the shockwave of air rippling and pushing away as the blast shot right towards Kalabas. As all the power from the attack left him and shot right at Kalabas, Ochra's golden hair slowly faded back into his normal black, his body shrinking back down into his regular form.
Phantom Blow [MP3] fire right at Kalabas. 3,390,210 PL coming to incapacitate Kalabas.
KP: 0/7
Dropping back to base form.
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