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Post by Ochra on Sept 21, 2020 3:10:32 GMT -6
"How horrible for you..."Ochra had figured Amara's life had been hard. Ever since they first met she had disdain towards herself. But he never expected the trauma to be this extensive. No wonder the poor woman was at the end of her rope, lashing out at everything around her. Ochra couldn't help but feel a deep pity for her. But that wouldn't help here. Pity only served to make her angrier. Ochra's eyes hardened as he watched her energy climb, seeing her literally destroying herself for one last shot at him. "And what of you? Do you think this is the end you deserve?" One last effort. He could at least try. "Your son wasn't incoragable idiot. Time and time again, he tried to wreck senseless destruction, and for what? Simply because he could. You think he deserved to die like a warrior? Then what about you? Utterly destroying yourself, trying to kill one of the few people who show you genuine kindness in your miserable life?" Amara was a woman in deep pain, having endured countless trauma. Scallio, he was just a power mad fool. There was no contest who deserved a better end. Ochra's muscles tensed, as his body slipped into a stand, his fist clenched, preparing himself for the upcoming blast. If this was how it was to end, then he wasn't going to stand here and take it. She deserved better after all. KP: 3/3Amara
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Post by Amara on Sept 21, 2020 7:24:38 GMT -6
"If I can just... do... SOMETHING for once instead of watching all these fools trample over our ideals with impunity, then an end like this is well earned." The unbridled fury that empowered her seemed to fall to the wayside as Amara's attack crackled menacingly, the woman straining just to keep it under control as her body literally tore itself apart. "You should've taken the opportunity to attack me, fool." He had hesitated during her unfortunate breakdown - or perhaps because he knew her own attack would be the hand by which she fell. "Because now... I have charged my ultimate ability...!" Her teeth clenched as Amara bit back a series of coughs, wiping away a small trail of blood leaking form her mouth. "A-and there isn't any way for you to just slip past it like you've doing for all my other techniques." Her arms raised, forming a cupped posture as she pointed in Ochra's general direction.
"Don't speak of him like that!" She growled, electrical Ki sparking dangerously. "He became what he became because of Endiver and I. We failed in our duties as basic parents and so the result was a child with twisted emotions and a complex to prove himself better than everything around him. He deserved a dignified end... but me? Go and ask around, us Stargoons are little more than heinous beings didn't you hear? I'm s-sure if I die here then the world will rejoice." He had somewhat of a point following that up, however. One that unnerved her. "...Even I'm no fool, Ochra. I can see that you'd have to willingly let this blast kill you. Your power far exceeds mine and your rapid mastery of transformed states makes victory utterly impossible. This is not an attempt to even the field... this is my swan song. So burn it into your memory, Saiyan! Watch and tremble in awe as you face the full might of Stargoon Yellow!"
And with that, she released her attack. A beam so incredibly large that it dwarfed the entire surrounding area, bathing it in a golden glow as the Ki surged forth, atomizing rocks and snow as it barreled straight for Ochra. Powerful or not, he'd have quite a poor time if the technique hit him head on! Presumably occupied with defending himself, Ochra wouldn't have time to spot the ragdolled near-corpse of Amara fall lifelessly to the ground below, shreded to a near unrecognizable mess by the blowback of her own attack. It was a miracle that she barely clung to life at all.
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Post by Ochra on Sept 21, 2020 10:55:55 GMT -6
Ochra's eyes narrowed at Amara's words. When he first met Scallio, the man had been pretty reasonable, level headed. It was as he grow stronger that he grew more violent and destructive. He had made his own choices. For Amara to put all the blame on herself and her bastard of a husband was vanity.
But that didn't matter now.
"Very well, Stargoon Yellow," Ochra shouted over noise, "But know this. I will not tremble. I will not run..." Energy formed around his fist as Amara fired. "And I will. Not. FALL!"
His fist met the incoming attack head on, and for a brief moment, it pushed back against it. But Amara's attack was stronger by far. As the energy washed over him, Ochra let out a roar, a mixture of pain, but mostly defiance. Amara's attack tore the surrounding landscape asunder.
And then, there was silence. It lingered over the battlefield as Amara laid motionless on the ground. And then, slowly, someone staggered out of the smoke.
His breathing was ragged, his clothes torn, his body bloody. His arm, blackened, hung at his side, as his prosthetic leg sparked, barelyholding itself together. But despite th ed pain and fatigue, Ochra had withstood the blast.
With one dark eye swollen shut, Ochra looked down at Amara's broken form. It was faint, but he could just barely make out signs of life. A there was a small feeling of relief. He had a feeling she wouldn't let herself die like this.
"Sorry I couldn't help you," he said morosely.
Then, with as much care as he could with one arm, Ochra scooped up the fallen stargoon, and began to limp away. To weak to fly right now, but he needed to get her to the nearest hospital.
Ochra uses Terra Impact [MA3], PL 3,603528, to clash with Hypercell. Ochra loses the clash and 2,377,584 PL of damage goes through, inflicting 65% to Ochra. Ochra's total damage is 249%. Badly beaten, but still standing.
Exiting the thread.
KP: 0/3
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