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Mar 7, 2006 19:08:23 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Mar 7, 2006 19:08:23 GMT -5
Her punch was well met…with the solid structure of his lash knife’s hilt. She’d withdrawn a bit of her force at the last possible moment to keep from shattering the knuckles of her good hand. The next thing Dota found was Blu had moved, though his hilt had remained planted firmly where her fist was still resting.
She had dropped to her hands and knees with the force of his foot which he used to steady himself upon her. From her position, she couldn’t see what was going on, but she could hear. She heard the splash of a liquid overhead…a small rattling. Nothing as important as the grab made at her wing. She should have thought to strike him with her extra appendages beforehand, for they were bone and muscle beneath the feathers, just like a modified set of arms. Instead, Dota was now forced to latch onto his wrist with her hands, being sure to dig her fingers sharply into the tendons that controlled the movement of his fingers. With a violent twist and tug, she wrenched his arm around in an attempt to topple him off balance. His kick could lend itself to her efforts, though it left her with a nasty blow to her wing. This all was banking on the hopes that he was not strong enough with one hand alone to resist her and tear off her wing completely. Even with that thought in mind, she did not hesitate to carry through in her attempt to throw him over her head and in front of her.
For now, the battle was close enough…involved enough…that Dota had yet to realize the actions of the phoenix, which may prove troublesome for her in the near future.
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Mar 7, 2006 20:15:00 GMT -5
Post by InfiniteStrife on Mar 7, 2006 20:15:00 GMT -5
This was not the first time Cloud had faced off against Saiyans; Sayians often filled the ranks of Hell's army. Unfortunately, this was also not the first time he'd heard a remark from them about his own hair. At least his was natural — he didn't have to undergo a battle-driven hard-on to get it. Saiyans, from his own experience, were arrogant beyond measure and had an insatiable lust for providing commentary during the battles in which they watched, and even moreso in those they participated in.
Cloud, however, would spare them any taunts or more cheesy comments, especially regarding the heat of the battle. Talking took time — time he would utilize in making his assault.
He had missed with his first swing, but he would not stop there. His feet touched down simultaneously and immediately pushed him back into the air. He did not jump straight up, but rather at a very acute angle directly at the Saiyan. As he did so, a small collection of feathers floated behind him in his wake. His sword was held in both hands at his right side, ready to connect with his opponent's blade — or with his opponent himself if he was so ignorant as not defend himself. He had hoped for the latter, as Cloud had not waited in the slightest for the Saiyan to finish his sentence. He was not so stupid as others who, to Cloud's neverending amazement, waited around patiently for a Saiyan to summon forth their full power.
While Cloud leapt at a furious speed, his blade let off the black mist at a higher rate. Tendrils swept back over Clouds forearms, seemingly infecting him with the darkness that inhabited his weapon. To the naked eye, one may assume that Cloud's veins were filled with blood more black than obsidian ore.
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Post by Trunks on Mar 8, 2006 8:34:43 GMT -5
His golden aura shot up around him creating an almost cocoon like effect with the energy. The next step would have been the famous golden hair of the super saiyans, but already a sword was being swung at his side. Unfortunately, his sword was embedded in a tree outside the wall of flames, but defend himself he would. Turning to face the blade Ouji caught it with his hands. Immediately, the sword seared the skin of the saiyan. Thankfully the sword wasn’t sharp at all or it would have been through his hands and then connecting with his chest. As he skidded back from the follow through of the swing Ouji pushed off and landed quite a ways back. As if the two burning lines through his hands weren’t enough the pain of the poison was beginning to pulse through his body. He bent over from the pain clutching his hands. From each of his hands blood dripped onto the ground. First, Dota injured his pet. Now, this saiyan wannabe injured him. Now it was time to show them what Ouji was away learning, but first he’d have to deal with this poison. Ouji mumbled something and the silver pendant that he was wearing began glowing red. The healing power of his phoenix powers were starting to combat the effects of the poison. Within seconds he was purified. If he had held onto that blade for much longer it wouldn’t have been so easy. As the black mist began to devour his opponent Ouji decided that it would be a good idea to take his time. Maybe with time he would have to give up his weapon. If Ouji had a weapon and he didn’t that would make his life much easier.
Now it was his turn. The saiyans image faded and then reappeared behind the man with the spiky hair the exact same distance that he was before. Again he faded away but this time two of him appeared. Still they continued to stay the same distance away. Ouji continued in and out of sight until there was thirty of him surrounding the man with the sword. They lined up shoulder to shoulder in a half circle, with a twenty-three foot radius around him. It would have continued into a full circle but they were right there next to the ten foot wall of flames that his phoenix had created. His image continued to flicker like a child’s flip book or something one would see at a party under a strobe light. Regardless his actions could still be seen but were disorienting. Each of them, simultaneously, put their hands in front of them. In their right hand a blue ball of energy appeared and in their left a green. Slowly, each ball grew in size until they were about the size of a beach ball. With care not to mess up Ouji brought hands together. The two glowing orbs of energy immediately began to resist each other. Each sent off its own unique sound but both sounded very similar to small claps of thunder. The glow of the two spheres lit up their cage of fire like a Christmas tree on Christmas. Finally, the two balls of energy were together creating a new teal ball of energy the same size. Ouji maneuvered his hands around so that his wrists were touching. Each of his hands were cupped around this new sphere. Still facing his foe he again moved his arms so that the energy was to his side. At any given moment the saiyan could throw it but would give away his location.
The image of the saiyan continued to flicker in and out of existence while he created his new sphere of energy. Finally when it was done all thirty of them stopped flickering. Behind each of them another appeared and the strobe light effect continued now on all sixty. No one knew which was real. Or, if any of them were real. Other saiyans would be able to sense the energy of the actual one and attack that one so Ouji compensated for that. He didn’t know the full extent of his opponent’s powers so each of his clones had the exact same amount of energy output as the rest. Picking them apart would be almost impossible. Now, a new color would be joining the array of colors that were already seen. A refreshed aura shot up around the saiyan. His black hair slowly lifted up off his shoulders into the air. Each lock of hair slowly began to turn gold. He was not yet a super saiyan but he was close.
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Mar 12, 2006 12:30:35 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Mar 12, 2006 12:30:35 GMT -5
His kick connected. It didn’t do as much as Blu had hoped, but with fingers digging into his tendons, his hand had released her of its own volition. He felt himself being pulled by that same wrist, and made no effort to resist. Over the years, he had come to learn that you’ll generally find yourself in more pain trying to resist a throw than simply riding its force.
Blu tucked his legs as he was forced over her head. The winged girl was still on the ground as she had thrown him, so he didn’t get enough distance to complete a perfect landing, instead hitting the ground on his behind and immediately pushing into a backward roll to jump to his feet. He dusted himself off, in no hurry to engage his opponent yet. They stood only a few feet from each other, but Blu’s lashknife and her morph orb lay together, rather closer to her than they were to him.
He would let her take the initiative. He had tried to invoke some kind of reaction from the morph orb with his mind, as he could only assume she did, but had gotten no response, so the item would be useless to him. He preferred her weaponless, of course, but it was a severe detriment to carry around an orb that he had no use for, so if he did recover it, he would have to find some way to dispose of it for the remainder of the battle. Truly, his bigger concern was retrieving his lashknife.
He would simply see what she did. If Blu attacked, he lost his chance to retrieve his weapon. If he made a move for them, he would draw her attention to them and she would grab them. However, if he were on the reactive, he would have the advantage. So, standing in position, and avoiding letting his gaze fall upon the weapons, Blu simply talked.
“It’s rare to find warriors like yourself anymore. To tell you the truth, I hardly expected today’s event to draw anyone worth mentioning, and yet here we have a handful.” He winked at her. “So anyways, I’ve been rude up to this point. The name’s Blu. I’ll look forward to getting to know you a lot better after all this.”
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Mar 13, 2006 20:03:38 GMT -5
Post by Dota on Mar 13, 2006 20:03:38 GMT -5
The respect she had for his abilities was kept in check by his wasteful flirting. She regained her posture (with some hesitation due to his strike on a tender area of her body) as he rolled back up to his feet.
His casual conversation during the battle could have meant one of many things. Over-confidence, apprehension, distraction, more useless flirting or even a hint of saiyan blood. She had no battle history to compare this to with this Blu, so her guard was up even as his seemed to be lax.
His escape into words could have given the goddess a moment to examine his thoughts – she couldn’t read into his life history or his inner-most desires by any means in this sort of environment. Over the years though, she had refined her abilities into the most useful: picking up the “top layer” of thoughts – the up-to-the-moment thoughts that crossed people’s minds, that gave hints of where they meant to go next. Sometimes she caught the occasional remark on her breasts or thighs, which only aided in her wrath. But for the moment, she was entertained by his success at living and decided to humor him, though still on guard. If he were also proficient on this level, he may have felt a small intrusion upon his mind, but no personal information was stolen before the invader retreated.
“Since we’re on the topic, I’m Dota. And while it was fortunate running into you during this otherwise waste of an event, don’t get too far ahead of yourself.”
At this point, Dota realized the ruckus in the background with Ouji and Cloud. And...the fire...all around. She knew it was thanks to the bird, and dealing with the flaming ring would take away her concentration from Blu. In all reality, she didn’t have to deal with it, but this was her flaw. It was then, amidst all the confusion, Dota felt her morph orb calling to her. Her eyes shifted downwards.
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Mar 17, 2006 1:31:54 GMT -5
Post by InfiniteStrife on Mar 17, 2006 1:31:54 GMT -5
It seemed that Cloud had been forcibly left with a difficult decision. Somehow, he'd been backed into the proverbial corner, so to speak, if circles could have such things. With a semi-circle portion of the fire wall enclosure at his back, and a series of Saiyan knock-offs to complete the circle in front of him, Cloud had no way to go but up.
Fire, no doubt, would burn him — especially so in this case considering its maker. Bad idea. He could move forward towards the Braggart Brigade and their barrage of energy projectiles. Again, bad idea. If he took the obvious way, being straight up, he was sure his opponent(s) would still have a clean shot — the sheer height of the wall meant that Cloud would have to take a very acute angled jump, giving them plenty of time to blast him out of the sky.
A series of options, all of which being bad ideas, was not his idea of a fight being in his favor. If he were to turn the tides of battle in his direction at this point, he would have to act quickly.
Cloud knew the Saiyan's need to boast and flaunt their power was not only ridiculously annoying, it was also one of their primary weaknesses. His successful strike before had been due to the fact that Cloud knew not to wait — not to allow this "Ouji" to draw out his power. While he did not offer his opponent even a split-second of hesitation last time, this time, it was actually in Cloud's best interest to do so.
He knew far too well that he could not escape a Saiyan's scrutinizing stare — their synapses fired at an alarming rate compared to humans, which meant that they could see damn near everything in any given battle, and could react accordingly without hesitation. However, he continued to inch his way back towards the edge of the burning wall. Cloud had only the smallest chance here, for he was not entirely sure of his plan. It rested on an educated guess based on science, and could not factor in completely the magical qualities of the fire. Regardless, he dragged his sword against the ground, tracing the line of fire, allowing the earth to open up and purge more lava. His hope was that the lava, being as dense as it was, would smother the section of the flame that it spilled over, permitting Cloud just enough of a gap to escape through. If so, this is were he was jump back to safety. If not, he was forced to take to the sky and defend himself in any way he could.
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Mar 17, 2006 22:46:39 GMT -5
Post by Trunks on Mar 17, 2006 22:46:39 GMT -5
Normally, as a saiyan, Ouji would love to sit there and show off. Even right now he felt the urge to do something flashy and arrogant, but this time it was serious. He could still feel traces of the poison left in his body. He’s heard the stories of the older saiyans that lived on this planet and the battles that took place. Every time one of them decided to show off their demise quickly followed. Therefore, the transformation was almost complete when his spiky haired opponent decided to inch over to the wall of flames. With a small flash of light his eyes turned a dark green. The transformation was then complete. Ouji had become a super saiyan. With the new transformation the teal sphere of energy that he had been holding again changed colors. Obviously, with some connection to his current love Raven, the sphere turned a dark purple, almost black.
Now, his foe was attempting to come through the wall of fire. Ouji couldn’t have asked for anything better to happen. His original plan was to waste some of his energy to come through the wall of flames and surprise his opponent, but that wouldn’t be necessary now. The lava did just as he thought. The flames were extinguished. Just at that moment the sixty clones of Ouji rushed the fleeing adversary. All of them were now acting on their own free will doing as they pleased. Some jumped into the air while some stayed on the ground while others decided it was time to release their orb of energy. The scene could only be described as pure chaos.
Meanwhile, the real Ouji stood outside the wall of flames out of sight for the time being. In his hands was the ball of energy. The second he caught sight of his enemy Ouji was off. With his hands to his right side he began soaring straight at him. The dust from the ground lifted up and created a small cloud behind him. His long golden hair that was had just been lying against his back was now trailing behind him. Ouji flew only mere inches off the ground. With a mighty heave the ball had left his hands and the force of the ball stopped Ouji in his tracks, but the dust that was behind him caught up and embraced him. Behind the ball trailed a stream of energy, also a dark purple, but twisting around that beam was another beam, a perfect helix. This new one was a light blue and it seemed to be pushing the first sphere. It looked very much like Piccolo’s special beam cannon attack. The orb flew at such an alarming rate that everything in the area was being pulled toward the center of the sphere. The tree that stood behind Ouji began to crack as it slowly bowed in its direction. Even the flames arched as the ball flew through the air.
As Ouji landed on the ground he again pushed off. He wasn’t giving up. If the sphere connected Ouji would be right there on top of his fallen opponent. If by some chance it didn’t hit his opponent Ouji would still be right there prepared for anything that he could conjure up.
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Mar 20, 2006 22:38:13 GMT -5
Post by Sakabatou on Mar 20, 2006 22:38:13 GMT -5
A name—that was step one, and farther than he got with half of the girls. As far as Blu was concerned, he was halfway to first base. If they made it out of this competition without one killing the other, he would be sure to pursue such a lead. For now though, trying to kill (or debilitatingly injure) her was rather more important.
The instant her eyes fell to the morph orb by her feet, Blu knew that his advantage was squashed. His feet were in motion even as her catlike pupils fell on their prize. Three running steps were all it would take to reach her, though with her speed, the orb could already lay in her hands at that point.
After the second stride, not waiting to see if she had reclaimed her weapon (or, for that matter, his), he leaped into the air above her, coming down atop her with both feet. If the attack hit, which he found rather doubtful, he would be satisfied, but its only purpose was as a decoy for his true maneuver. A small ofuda scroll lay hidden in his hand, a kanji written in his signature ink adorning it. His scrolls were designed to affix themselves rather intractably to their hosts, especially, considering the ofuda’s traditional purpose, to those of any demonic or unholy disposition. This particular scroll was intended to be affixed to her back, between her wings, this action hopefully hidden by his falling kick.
The scroll, of course, would have no effect until invoked by Blu, but he didn’t intend to wait long for that, as despite its resilience, she would certainly be able to remove it in short order. Whether his attack and/or ofuda attempt were successful or not, he would hopefully be landing by his lashknife, and unless he found it to be held by his opponent, Blu’s first action upon landing would be to move to recover it.
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Mar 24, 2006 0:22:54 GMT -5
Post by Raven on Mar 24, 2006 0:22:54 GMT -5
The young girl stood in the field of jagged rocks and spikes. Bodies of her victims were piled high on the center of one particular thin and tall stalagmite. As she pulled her dark purple hood over her black hair with her right hand she looked up to see a phoenix flying overhead. Her smile could be seen from behind the shadow of the hood.
“Aw, he must be here”
She turned around and the first thing that caught her eye was a giant wall of flames.
“Yep, he’s here”
All around her the once dead were standing up checking themselves over. All of them were ecstatic at the fact that they were no longer dead. Each of them also had something in common, drops of the blood of the phoenix somewhere on their body. In her left hand she held a book. A dark aura enveloped it then she quickly brought her right hand to it. As her hand touched it the book began to vanish as if she were smashing it into oblivion. Now that her book was stored away it was time to look for an opponent. Most of the entrants were now fleeing for the exit. After seeing men fall from the sky, men rise from the ground, phoenixes, and the dead live again it would be expected for the mortal to run. She could sense that the most powerful were locked inside that ring of flames that her love had created, except one. A woman with fiery red hair was headed straight for the woods and taking out people left and right on her way. She looked like somewhat of a challenge. Without hesitation Raven flew straight for this girl. Once she got closer she lifted her hand towards one of the many trees that were scattered around this field. A dark shadow wrapped itself around her outstretched hand. The same eerie shadow encompassed the tree as well.
“Azarath Metreon Zinthos”
With no trouble at all, the tree was uplifted and thrown at her opponent. Hopefully, that got her attention. Raven slowly floated down to the ground and waited for her next foe to respond.
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Mar 24, 2006 18:07:08 GMT -5
Post by Royal Luna on Mar 24, 2006 18:07:08 GMT -5
Taking longer than she anticipated, the regal form slowly approached the source of her madness, The forest edge was in sight. Heightening the pace of her rampage, she threw a multitude of opponents into the air with as much ease as the wind tosses a leaf. Continuing her campaign forward, she left the mortals dangling amidst the smokey atmosphere, as she bypassed underneath them. Then with a blink of her eye she let gravity resume its duties. As thee mortals fell to the earth they made a harmonic thud. Halting her footsteps, she raised her left hand to meet her temple, and she was instantly teleported 45 yards ahead. Ironically, She knew the safest distance away from the immediate danger for it played though her head just a second before. As if like a bad deja vu, the tree struck the place where she had been. With her back still turned the tree continued its route, dragging its weight on the ground, the action carving into dry land, stoping at her heels. Her highness turned around, her hair catching the wind, stepped over the oversized log and glared at her newest adversary.
“Do you like to wallow in anguish young one? my quarrel is not with you, however if you wish ..... ”
Redirected her line of sight, to one of the humans she had just discarded. A man who was once crawling away from the battle, dragging his broken legs across the mire, stood to his feet. To any other being, one would think that a lame man would serve more as hindrance then a tool. However, this did not matter to her for she would not feel his pain, for he was to become her puppet. Instantly, the mans face change to a bewildered wounded animal to a confident warrior. Holding a striking stance the man said with a voice that was not from his cords.
“I shall oblige”
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