Ticoga closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath. He listens to Amara, and nods.
"Perhaps, as my power grows, I can provide a more serviceable contest for you, and give you your satisfaction." Ticoga replies, looking at his hands. The battle had been harsh - yet somehow neither of them seemed to actually have taken damage - not even superficially. And through the entire exchange, the blows he did manage to land didn't seem to leave much of a mark.
Yes, he still had a ways to go. Ticoga's body would begin to glow as he closes calms his breathing. His form would shrink rapidly, and as the glowing ends, he is show to have returned to his most restricted form. He seeks out and acquires his battle jacket and scouter, somehow spared from damage, and puts them back on. He wipes the dust off as he returns to Amara.
"Mister Mumbo and I seemed to get along, but I understand if you do not have the final say." Ticoga tells the Saiyan. "Hopefully, I prove to be worth your time." Ticoga has returned to his First Form.
From a distance, watching calmly, a figure was sitting atop the roof of a building far enough away that it wasn’t in any immediate danger of being destroyed. For personal reasons, Zriracha had been revisiting her ‘roots; in a manner of speaking and had observed the fight part way through. She’d sensed an incredible power coming from a familiar force and couldn’t help but investigate; imagine the surprise on her face when she was witnessing a rather exciting fighting between an armored power house and Ticoga? In the background, Zriracha had used her magic to keep various people out of the way of the destruction that came natural to the two forces at work.
She was hardly upset by their fight - how could she? As much as order was necessary to maintain a sense of peace after a cessation of darkness - so too was chaos that spun the wheel of unpredictability in the universe. As their battle came to a close, the armored woman negating a rather risky move on Ticoga’s part that could have destroyed the city Zriracha was intrigued by this oddly dressed entity.
Eyeing his form reduce back to the familiar small stature she’d met Ticoga in, Zriracha bounded by the building’s rooftop with all the grace of her animal likeness and landed upon a large broken piece of debris - likely gaining both of their attention in the process as Zriracha leaned down into a crouched form that was only just slightly taller than the two.
The Demon grinned, head cocked with visible intrigue, “Good tidings to be had, I see?” She looked to Ticoga, “Good to see you as well, my friend. I’m glad to see my lessons on chaos theory haven’t gone to waste,” Then, as if out of nowhere, Zriracha would grasp a rock and throw it in a random direction - the smaller rock utterly destroying a bit of falling debris from a blasted building… just before it could fall upon a child that had been caught in the collateral damage.
Like left alone on a day off from school.
She turned back to the two, “What brought about this destruction? I admit I came to take a look, but not to interrupt your fun.” She looked appraisingly at Amara, a soft sound of interest passing through her lips, “I’ve never seen you before, though I think I’ve felt your power a few times…” Her voice trailed off, as if she were in thought about where she'd sensed said power before Zriracha held a hand to her chest, “Zriracha of Chakkapak. To whom do I sense this power that rivals Kayen’s?”
"I don't doubt it. Few and far Arocisans have ever managed to ascend to the level of a Super Saiyan... but it's possible. Difficult maybe, but doable nonetheless." And while some would joke that the 'legend' of Super Saiyan had been reduced to a commonly expected power now rather than an awe-inspiring one, that simply just meant that Saiyans had many many powerful and capable warriors. Yet even so their apparent cap on power with Super Saiyan - unable to push beyond what power it could grant them - this was an issue in of itself. The likes of Oboe and LEO would only continue growing yet for some reason Saiyans couldn't do the same. Vocado had loosely mentioned that he had discovered mentions of something beyond Super Saiyan, yet there was no concrete proof and nothing had come up despite the half-dozen powerful Saiyan warriors running about. "I'm sure we'll figure something out," Amara said idly. "To be frank, we aren't exactly in a position to be turning away viable candidates whatsoever in the first place. And apparently seeing as you already know Mumbo, you happen to be one of the best eligible options."
Their talk was interrupted by another oncoming energy signature. This was one was nearly double Ticoga's in base, causing Amara to turn, eyes scanning in its general direction. Had one of the Heroes finally decided to show up? Ticoga would need to leave in such a case, given how he would be unable to handle a Super Saiyan level fighter. The stranger's energy was unfamiliar yet had the distant taint of a Demon, an unlikely one to be working on the side of good. She even knew Ticoga somehow, if her introduction was anything to go by. Oh yes, they'd also protected some human child the had been abandoned in the debris. Those parents would be guilt-tripping themselves for years to come after this. "In both a blunt and literal sense, me." This had all originated from her plan to demolish parts of the city in order to provoke a response. And while the surrounding area wasn't exactly in great shape at the moment, it was faring far better than it would have otherwise from a concentrated assault against it. "...Amara, Stargoon Yellow." This Demon's goal was still of yet unclear, but if they were comparing their power to Kayen only a few things would arise from that.
It was an interesting prospect, and the Saiyan seemed confident that he would make a good addition. There were multiple benefits to accepting this offer - being able to access proper training opportunities was one thing, but also gaining the advantage of working with a team. Running with the Stargoons, whom appear to have few qualms with destruction, meant that there was potential to expand upon his organization's combat strength.
If the Stargoons worked with him on the planet conquering aspect, even individuals like that Typha wouldn't be able to just pop in and stop his progress. The aspect brings a smile to Ticoga's lips. But as things wind down, his scouter bleats an alarm, and a familiar voice calls out.
Turning, Ticoga's smile widens.
"Oh, Lady Zriracha-!" Ticoga responds pleasantly. He waits for Zriracha and Amara to exchange pleasantries before speaking. "The destruction is lessened than it could have been. Lady Amara seemed to be frustrated, and I offered myself to help alleviate that stress. Not quite to her satisfaction, but I hope it was sufficient."
Ticoga offers a nod to Amara as he says this.
"Though I may have gotten a bit carried away myself; I have been rather enjoying the prospect of battle." Ticoga tells Zriracha. "It was just as you say - I'm having fun at last."
Zriracha noted how they took responsibility for the destruction - a curious tidbit to know about someone whom also introduced themselves as a Stargoon. She was aware of their loosely-knit organization thanks to Mumbo and gave a soft sound of interest toward Amara, “Pleasure to make your acquaintance,” She offered, turning to Ticoga right after to smile at his warm welcome to her. His explanation of the destruction at more length had the Demon wave off any concern he might have had about the destruction, “It’s hardly an issue; the humans can reconstruct their city as many times as it takes - the matter of life and death was my only concern upon noticing your fun. A matter that is also taken care of by me,” She stood, hopping down from her little perch to approach the two.
She’d started to cook up an idea, crossing her arms as she stood only a scant few feet from Amara, “The Stargoons are quite an illustrious group, if Mumbo’s tales of adventure are anything to go by. That said,” She cocked her head to the side, “-it is no business of mine until the heroes decide to take action… but do you still seek after battle, Amara?”
It was strange to ask someone who was little more than a stranger for a fight, but this world was different and Zriracha had a feeling that she would simply find another to play with.
And next time she wouldn’t be there to keep the humans out of danger.
“We could… ‘tag team’, as the mortals say?” She glanced at Ticoga, curious of his interest in such an idea. “Either way, I’d also like to stretch a little if you’re still in need of a little exercise.” She looked back at Amara, a glint of mischief in her eyes, “-now that the city is deserted, after all.”
She didn’t have an ulterior motive, no. Not at all. After time out in space and returning to Earth, Zriracha was… antsy. Amara
The Demon's reasoning was odd, as though they flitted in the twilight between condemning and sanctioning their partial destruction of a city. Well, partial destruction in of itself was a bit of a generous term. At most a single block had been badly damaged with light signs of destruction spread a bit further than that - yet nothing beyond that border. If Amara had truly wanted to cause damage all it would take is a single serious blast of energy to level an entire block with ease. The wounds Satan City endured through this were paper cuts in comparison. "Kais know they're good at that," Amara grumbled at Zriacha's comment about 'rebuilding' cities. Persistent little bugs, they were. Always built huge hubs of civilization and then acted all shocked when they were targeted by evildoers with a chip on their shoulder. "I guess, to a certain degree, their tenacity - near stupidity - is almost admirable." Yet instead of attempting to learn the lesson the Stargoons tried to teach, the Earthlings stuck their heads in the ground like a wild ostrich and kept prattling about in the same ways they did before. Nothing ever truly changed from leveling a city. The death of an individual's family was a tragedy, but the death of half a city? Just numbers. Numbers they'd refill in no time.
"It's not like their deaths even matter," Amara said spitefully, venom lacing her voice. "The afterlife is a veritable resort not some kind of prison. Dead souls like these live in the luxurious peace they so desperately crave. And even then the Dragon Balls exist. Namek may be gone but Earth isn't. All it takes is a snap, a dragon, and a wish and suddenly everything is back to being cheery again." The conversation, at least temporarily, wandered backs towards the thought of battle. Zriacha was more powerful than Ticoga was by a significant margin, so perhaps she'd even be able to unleash Super Saiyan for once. The fight with Ticoga had been enjoyable but almost like a teaser of what could've been. If this Demon could provide more entertainment then it'd be worth fighting her. They even suggested Ticoga pitch in, which Amara delicately accepted with a raised brow. "That's up to him. The schism between him and Super Saiyan is quite large, however." He had needed to go Monster just to stand a chance. Even at his full strength, Amara doubted he'd be much more than an annoying nuisance.
"If we're fighting, I'm starting all out. I've had enough warmup to last me a long while." With a flash of gold, Amara's power skyrocketed as her aura suddenly burst from her body in jagged spikes. Her hair flashed a brighter color than usual, signifying that this was not simply her mastered state - but something far different. The Saiyan's body bulked up, arcs of electricity crackling across her body as a snarl forced its' way onto Amara's lips. "Starting now." Ready or not she'd launch herself at Zriacha, aiming for a simple but powerful punch straight to the Demon's cheek to send her flying into one of the nearby buildings. Ticoga was ignored, at least for now, as she'd yet to here if he was willing to participate or not. That and the fact that the Arcosian had yet to actually transform, so any damage now would simply blow him away.
Amara transforms into Stargoon Rush [x17/x13T] for a PL of 3,910,000 / 2,990,000
Ticoga remains politely quiet as the two others converse, and Zriracha even offers to help alleviate Amara's frustrations as well. When asked if he would take part, Ticoga smiles and shakes his head.
"As Lady Amara just stated, I would be more in the way than a help. By all means, I have no trouble being a spectator." the Arcosian replies, starting to float off the ground. He flies back faster as Amara empowers herself, intending to stay out of the way. "My my, this should make for a good study."
Zriracha raised a curious eyebrow at Amara’s statement, never having heard of such things as 'Dragon Balls' and coming back to life before now. Well, almost. She knew Kayen had managed to visit Heaven in search of a friend in spite of most certainly not being dead. More so, this knowledge directly told her that it WAS possible to come back to life - giving her hope that the spell she was almost finished with was closer to completion! After months of trudging through old texts and dilapidated ruins… Zriracha had the best lead she could ask for. While Amara seemed sour about this fact about being able to come back to life, Zriracha was buzzing with morbid fascination and wonder, “Is that so?” She mumbled, bringing a hand up to rub fiendishly at her chin.
As an idea hatched most malevolently, Zriracha was side-tracked (or, put BACK on track to be more precise) as Ticoga politely declined that ‘tag-team’ offer. She had to admit to the same that, from what Kayen showed her, the ‘Super Saiyan’ form was quite powerful. Will this be my chance to fight that form?! The Demon thought, eyes wide with intrigue just before her question was answered seconds later with a stark explosion of light and power. Already, Zriracha could feel the ominous pressure of said power just before the next thing she knew… she was soaring through the air with a very pained jaw.
Crashing through a handful of buildings, Zriracha’s body ceased her momentum a fair distance away from Amara - a tense silence echoing through the city as the rumble and debris fell and settled where it lay. Just as one might assume she was out or even dead, any in the area would feel an intense power suddenly sky-rocket. While it didn’t overpower the Saiyans, it would clearly show that the Demon was anything but knocked out.
The color of the air around the building she was crashed into seemed to be sucked dry - a monochrome tint pulsating from where she landed. Gradually, a large form would begin to rise from the destruction - expanding upwards and outwards in the form of a large pitch-black bubble of negative energy… until it melts away to reveal the malevolent form of Zriracha’s Centaur body… FAR larger than normal as it towered over the area with a size that rivaled an Oozaru.
Her chuckle echoed through the area, fangs bared as her blood-red eyes locked onto Amara, “What a start,” She brought a hand up, wiping away at the blood that dripped from the side of her mouth. “I’m already BRIMMING with excitement! Let’s make it more fun, however-” She stepped forward, quadrupedal hooves smashing into debris and structures in her way. “If you win, I’ll tell you a little secret. One that might cheer you up!... but if I win? You’ll refer me to a Shin-Jin. Shouldn’t be too hard if death doesn’t scare you, right?” Before she’d even finished speaking, the ominous echo of her voice reverberating through the city, smoke was seeping from her mouth.
Without warning, she launched a massive ball of fire from her mouth - aiming right where Amara was and hardly taking heed of Ticoga - wherever he may be.
Zriracha has transformed into a Nightmare Shadow (x18) New PL: 2,343,600 Launches Amaterasu(A1)
Amara hadn't paused to watch her handiwork, already able to sense that the Demon wasn't quite out of the running just yet. With a growl and rush of pain, her body started to morph and shift. Super Saiyan Grade 3, if you wanted to be technical. A form that prioritized complete power and damage over anything else. Her speed and passive protection aura were weakened in exchange for raw might. Yet here... even with drops to her defense and agility, it was still ever so slightly above Zriacha's. The Demon would have to be on her utmost guard to not get blown away immediately. "Don't be too cocky now," The Saiyan replied through a feral grin, power surging wildly from her body. Amara was letting herself loose for real, pouring all her power into this battle. It was perhaps a bit unfair to Zriacha considering the schism in total strength between the two, but she'd be able to soak it up much much better than Ticoga could've. "Or you might just regret it." With a single hand, a flash of light bubbled into the Saiyan's outstretched hand as a single beam of golden Ki surged to match the Hellfire... completely snuffing it out before screaming straight towards the original sender.
With a roar Amara raced towards her enemy, following closely behind the shockwave of her attack in an attempt to rapidly close the gap between the two. Amara mostly preferred to fight at a distance, acting as a canon of sorts for the Stargoons. Yet here was a one on one situation where her own raw power was more than enough to overwhelm Zriacha if handled poorly. It gave the Saiyan a surge of confidence that led into a melee assault after the dust had cleared from the Assault Battery, Amara aiming to deliver a single strong punch straight to the Demon's face in order to slam her right back into the twisted concrete and rebar below. The terrain around them hardly even looked like a city anymore due to all the damage that had already been inflicted from these series of short bouts. With Amara and Zriacha now going all-out, it certainly didn't help the longevity of the matter as they clashed hard enough for the mere shockwave to crumble even more of the already unstable buildings around them. Luckily for the population most of the people had already escaped in the downtime between fights and while Amara started small. Yet this was now a dangerous game that could quickly turn lethal for any unprepared spectator.
Amara layers Storm-Front [UT] and Mjolnir Defense Matrix [SIG] onto her current form, gaining a net modifier of +x1/-x2, bringing it to [x18/x11] for a new total PL of approximately 4,140,000 / 2,530,000
Amara crushes Zriacha's Amaterasu with an Assault Battery [A1] which completely steamrolls its' opposition, heading towards Zriacha with about as much power as her own A1
Standing taller than most of the buildings, Zriracha was definitely a terrifying sight to behold - yet even still this woman was unafraid. Matching her tepid flames with her own attack, Zriracha’s eyes would widen in surprise and then clench tightly in pain as the golden energy ate through her black flames as if it were a purifying flame of old before washing over her like an angry burn She roared, stumbling back and holding a hand to her face. With a snarl, Zriracha was just about to riposte with some snarky words when she was laid out with a singular punch to the face, “AUGH!” Crashing to the ground below, the large body destroying even more beneath her.
Shaking her head to dispel the dizzying rush and potential concussion, Zriracha would bring her hands to either side of her before laughing, “Noted, Stargoon!” Before she thrust one of her legs directly toward where Amara was with the full intent of trying to kick her away - multiple times with all four, a mere moment later. The centaur bared her teeth in a snarl, “In case it crosses your mind, Amara-” She started, already irritated with just how clunky this body seemed to be with it’s incredible size. She was lacking the speed she’d hoped to have possessed when she’d fought Cress. “-I’ve already heard the saying about ‘the bigger they are’. Let’s make a new one…”
Suddenly, all of her hooves burst into flames in the middle of her assault, “-about what happens to the smaller one!”
"WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOO, This..is...AWESOME!!!" A booming voice popped the eardrums of many below, flying at ludicrous speeds unintentionally caused passing birds to squawk and lose some feathers. He deemed it "necessary" to race an adjacent helicopter, saluting the pilots and continued his merry way. It didn't matter to him if he was screaming at the top of his lungs startling people, he wanted to take this golden form for a test drive.
"Hahahahaha, AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I FEEL GREAT!" Relishing the thrill of heart stopping adrenaline, Russ ascending upwards in the sky, orbiting around in a circle, creating a makeshift ki doughnut. It was like a child being excited to receive their new toy. No wonder some of these super saiyans are insufferable pricks, they have the power to rival the gods and do anything they want, and the boy is now officially among the titans. He can solve city-wide crime with half the time it would've taken in regular form, make his daily life much easier to manage. Although the second part is wishful thinking, his overwhelming power can break everything from the slightest tap of a finger.
"Uh oh, Sounds like trouble" Amara's actions did more than attract opposition, it sparked up Russ's recurring problem of needing to thrust himself into situations he couldn't win without backup. His desire to dish out vigilantism on his own hands is amplified by the intense inner emotions drawn out by his recent transformation. He is faster, stronger, extremely durable, and a lot more brash. With this kind of power at his disposal, why on earth should he listen to anyone lecturing him to stay out of trouble?
The boy approached the group fighting themselves, he sensed Amara being the strongest, followed by a demonic face he hasn't seen in a long time, an arcosian who is below power standards to compete with the other two, but never judge a book by its cover. A confident smirk sprouted on his face, descending his flight until he is levitating to meet their height.
"You know Yellowjacket if you're going to have a party in Satan City, you gotta remember to bring music, snacks and board games" addressing Amara with a nickname and quipping. Strong people here to test out his abilities? Hell yeah!
Last Edit: Jan 25, 2021 2:36:40 GMT -6 by Russ: editing text
Zriacha toppled like a drunken sailor, unprepared for the follow-up punch straight to her face as the Demon was knocked atop a series of buildings, crushing them to rubble in the process. The Saiyan floated back a bit, not wanting to end the battle so soon after it started. Her foe was allowed a brief moment of respite, which was instantly seized as a giant leg came flying towards her. Amara crossed her arms in a defensive posture to take the blow head-on, flying back a bit through the air before breaking the momentum with some pushback of her own. A series of flame-wreathed limbs followed up the initial blowback, the Saiyan exploding in a surge of power as her energy ran rampant. Zriacha's attempted attack was strong, ramping up the tier of their battle far faster than what had happened with Ticoga, but Amara wasn't terribly taken aback. Her Ki pooled into her cupped hands as she snarled, unleashing a gigantic blast of energy which would intercept the Demon's fiery attacks head-on. It wasn't quite as powerful as Amara could've done it as the Stargoon wished to conserve at least a bit of her energy. This form was powerful but the main drawback aside from the speed loss was leakage of Ki.
Henceforth the two attacks were liable to just fizzle entirely, sending both fighters back to a neutral state with neither on the offensive or defensive. That was the case, at least until another Power Level came screeching into the battlefield (almost literally). Amara bit back an exasperated groan as she immediately recognized it as Russ of all people. Why Kais, why. She didn't even react to his name calling at first, only sighing quietly before turning to the newly christened Super Saiyan. "...I should've killed you on the island." With a single palm Amara pumped much MUCH more power into this blast, aiming to hit the boy dead-on with an attack that would seriously hurt if he wasn't able to mitigate or dodge it in some capacity. Fight temporarily forgotten with Zriacha, Amara would continue to batter the new arrival with a stream of Ki blasts all fueled by an unyielding rage of sorts. She had half a mind to ramp this fight up seriously and do some actual lethal damage... but not yet. She wanted to kick this chump around a bit first.
Blaze III is avoided with Short Circuit [SU1] flavored as a fizzling attack, while Russ is attacked with a Lightning Storm [MA3] and some non-KP stuff
Zriracha gave a frustrated sound at the sensation of her magic being snuffed out; though she had expected something of a bigger reaction to her assault and bristled visibly as she began to levitate her large body into a better (upright) position. Expecting an attack during this time, Zriracha was thankfully offered the opportunity to right herself through Russe making an appearance upon the battlefield. When he spared no comment toward her, Zriracha felt a little hurt but brushed it off as her being somewhat unrecognizable.
Perhaps very unrecognizable. It didn’t help that it appeared there was some kind of history between these two that the Demon was unaware of, glancing between them with a cocked eyebrow before she watched them suddenly go at it. A sudden wave of aggression rushed through Zriracha, Was this not MY battle?! And reacting with possessiveness, Zriracha clenched her fists tightly before deciding that the best way to make this fight one of her making… was to make this battlefield one of her design.
As the two were distracted, Zriracha raised her hand and channeled her dark magic, holding what would gradually form into some mass of energy. Her voice echoed with ire, “It is good to see you again, Russe… but did no one ever tell you how rude it is to interrupt a fight?!” Never mind that the Demon seemed to forget that their last meeting was her interrupting Russe’ chance to win money at a tournament. So lost in her desire to see this battle seen through by the terms she set, Zriracha didn’t seem to care of the consequences of using her dark magic to create an intricate and confusing illusion of an area that made no sense.
Heavy mist clouded visibility, shadows of inhuman creatures skittered around - harmless but not obviously so to the victims of the illusory bubble Zriracha had created. Intent to hide herself in this world, Zriracha’s target would be made obvious as she swung a fist toward Amara - hopefully shrouded in the heavy mist long enough for the sucker punch to meet its target, “Then again! Isn’t this more fun for you, Amara? Two on one certainly are tougher odds. Your power can handle it, no?”
Zriracha is using Magic Materialization II to create a small pocket of illusion to confuse her opponents and try to hide her form from both Russe and Amara. Non-KP hits from there.
"Tch.." Russ expected some patronizing witty comeback and not irrational anger, Amara is leagues above him in every way so he couldn't fathom why did she snap like this, as a matter of fact, what happened to that calm and collected persona he's accustomed to? He felt the potency from her incoming attack threatening to take him out of the fight early, his cocky disposition turned serious preparing to defend himself weighing in limited options to combat the projectile. His only escape out of this situation is power ball and increasing his muscle mass to produce more power.
Russ created a ball of blutz waves and squeezed in the palm of his hand, his body absorbed the energy illuminating a blue hue. A blue aura overlaps its golden cousin and mixed together demonstrating the increase in power, it's the first time he influenced a transformation with blutz waves since the loss of his tail. Lightning Storm is almost within reach it's now or never, Russ clenched both hands and gritted teeth, a powerful scream escaped his throat as the colorful aura increased in size. Every fiber of muscle expanded and refined in shape, if he wasn't already a bodybuilder before, he surpassed the meaning of the term. Spiky golden hair grew taller and more rigid, veins are visible on his neck and forehead. Lastly the multi-colored aura became more wild and erratic, Russ has become an Ultra Super Saiyan.
Russ put his hands outward in front of him, fired a full-powered Root Cannon to clash with its nefarious counterpart. He did the best he could but the power disparity between them is obvious, the boy has a bajillion charcoal marks on his body and the top half of his clothes shredded away. He placed his bulky arms up to block the continuous barrage of Ki blast, they all hurt like hell as each blast grazed every burn mark they can.
The demon expressed displeasure regarding her battle being rudely interrupted and called out the saiyan hybrid's name. "Huh? That you Zriracha? My bad" he wouldn't be able to recognize her if it wasn't for her energy signature. He admitted his mistake in rushing into a fight without consideration for others, though is happy he got to reunite with an old acquaintance. He wanted to tell her about his adventures but that will have to wait, as the demon created a black mist of illusion to hide her presence.
"What's happening!?" the people are replaced with inhuman creatures but they didn't pose any genuine threat to the super saiyan, he tried searching for the demonic chick and she was nowhere to be found..where did she go? His question answered as she tried to attack Amara in surprise, he knew the stargoon is the strongest of them all, doubting her strategy will work on her. She proposed an idea for a two against one and Russ of course did not mind the assistance of another fighter. "Yeah, how about it Bumblebee?" throwing another nickname towards Amara.
Russ used Power Ball [SIG] to boost his offensive power adding +x2 PL: 2,125,000/1,875,000 x17/15
Russ transformed into Ultra Super Saiyan, threshold Unlocked PL: 2,375,000/1,625,000 x19/13
He used Final Root Cannon [MA3] vs Lightning Storm [MA3] and loses the clash, taking hefty damage
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2021 19:53:53 GMT -6 by Russ: added multiplier
An eerie fog had coated the battlefield since her attention had been drawn to Russ, Zriacha being the only possible culprit as the Saiyan growled. Fighting two opponents was difficult, even if individually they were half her might. The original intent of this whole charade was to release some stress in a normal fight, but now of course Russ had to pop his head in and make things worse. Oh how quirky he was with his quips and confidence. Pah. A punch from the Demon scored her straight in the stomach, a small huff of air being forced from her lungs as the Saiyan merely growled in return. Without hesitation, Amara unleashed an explosive blast of energy straight into Zriacha's face, hoping to either stun or blow back the Demon as Amara distanced herself from the other two warriors currently on the field. "Perhaps it would be more fun if it were anyone else," Her voice rang out across the destroyed city street. "Yet right now all I'm feeling is even more annoyed." Taking a deep breath, her aura calmed for a minute... before exploding outwards in a violent display of power. Her entire body seemed to almost be absorbing energy; yellow sparks and spots of Ki entering her body as a dangerous Power Level rose within her.
"How about you die instead," The Saiyan said in return, fully intending to unleash this massive attack at Russ when she deemed it worthwhile. The Saiyan had already taken massive damage from her initial attack, and now that he had entered into Super Saiyan Grade 3, his speed and defense was lowered just like hers had been. Even while charging up that didn't mean Amara was a sitting duck. With a roar, she continued to assault the formerly blue haired boy with an unrelenting barrage of Ki blasts, aiming to inflict as much damage as possible. While with Zriacha, Amara had intended to let her opponent have periods of grace so as not to end the battle too early. Here? Everything being sent towards Russ had full malice included. The boy had picked a poor time to show his face again, and Amara was angry enough that her usual retorts was replaced by energy attacks and a far more dangerous nature. Amid this new development she'd also entirely forgotten about Ticoga, though this blast would inadvertently give the Arcosian something big and shiny to look at once it was ready.
Amara takes a tiny oof from non-KP, and then decides to start charging HP-Supercell [SIG]! The attack starts at 133% and will gain +33% from this turn of charging
A few non-KPs from herself are aimed at Zriacha in retaliation, and at Russ
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