Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Sept 27, 2016 19:31:32 GMT -5
Dian Xin walked along the beach, his eyes staring off into the distance at the waves, paying no mind to where he was walking. It was warm, as it often was in the south of Earth II. Beneath his travel gear, he'd begun to sweat. A light sheen of sweat began to bead at his forehead. Absentmindedly, he wiped it away. He was used to sweating, as he did more than his fair share on the road. Or when he got into a fight. Almost subconsciously, his hand drifted to the hilt of the blade he kept at his waist.
Slowly, he came to a stop and turned to face the ocean in full. It was just after midday and the sun was hanging high in the sky. The light reflected off the waves in such a way that was almost blinding, he had to lift his hand to cover his eyes as he gazed out on the sea. It was a lovely sight, the kind that made traveling worth doing.
The road sure was lonely, though. How long had it been since he last gotten a chance to talk to somebody in earnest? Too long, in his mind. Of course, he'd spoken to a few people. The girl in the diner who he had ordered a meal from. The store keep from who he had bought a few supplies from. But had he really talked to anyone? Not really.
Perhaps he would run into someone along the beach. The Southern Tropics were a particularly popular place. Great weather, pleasant scenery, it made for a favorite place to travel. Maybe his next encounter was just down the beach?
Dice: 3d20
Power Level: 100
EXP: 0
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levlidian
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"Pain is weakness leaving the body"
Posts: 5
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d26
EXP: 100
Zeni: 850
HP: 20
SP: 150
Transformations: None
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Post by levlidian on Oct 1, 2016 14:17:39 GMT -5
The waves lapped hungrily at his dark boots, Levlidian gazed down at them whilst the tips were cleaned of the thin veil of debris he'd acquired during a recent fight. Wounds littered his stocky physique, at least the short quantity that was showing, a torn, black Gi cultivated itself about the rest of his form and it too boasted considerable debris and blood via the combat he'd encountered not long ago.
Closing his eyes against the stinging sensation drawn about him via the salt ridden breeze, he rose and averted his eyes to the sensation he felt of no longer being alone. As it was to be, a stranger strode up the beach, adjusting his satchel, Levlidian returned to eyeing the horizon and exhaled; wiping blood from his jaw absently.
Conversation? he seemed hardly in the mood and the reasoning coated his bare arms and neck in the shape of grazes and bruises.
Dice: 3d20
EXP: 0
PL: 100
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Majin Kazam
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Race: Majin
Dice: 2d33
EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Oct 22, 2016 11:22:50 GMT -5
If one had asked Kazam just what he was doing here, it would take him a while to think on it. A long while. In fact, his main reason for being out here was already completely forgotten by the pudgy Majin, who was happily bounding his way down the sand with exaggerated hops on either leg, moving forward step by step. He was a long ways away from the more mountainous setting of the north, having traveled this far simply because. He looked happy at least, a wide smile on his chubby face as he let out cries of content and happiness. Perhaps he had just eaten? "WOOHOO! WOOHOO! WOOHOO!" With each bounding step, he let out another "Woohoo!" cry, pumping his arms in the air as well. He looked quite the fool, even if he wasn't wearing something that basically just a Jester's outfit. The green fabric wrapped around his neck flowed behind him, split into two capes of sorts, vibrantly colored striped pants and a black vest completed his outfit, as well as the wrap of sorts around his waist, perhaps a belt, though it really served no purpose.
A loud grumble would come from deep within the Majin's gut, landing on one foot and stopping. Hands went to his gut, a frown now on his face as he came to realization he was hungry. "Nnnn.. Okay, okay. Stop yelling at me." Any bystander would most likely wonder who Kazam was talking to. The fact was, he was talking to his stomach. Yes, his stomach, as if it were an actual different entity altogether. Well, perhaps it was? The Majin species was still a mysterious group of people that many did not tend to understand. With that, Kazam would look up and scan the beach for anyone that looked like they would be able to help him. There weren't many, save for two. He'd take a closer look at who they were, wanting to get a good look at each one before approaching them. After all, he didn't want to waste his time if either of them looked like they wouldn't have any food on them.
One of them stood there, overlooking the ocean. He looked... beaten up? His clothes were torn, his body bruised and bloody. He looked a mess. Kazam would rub his chubby chin, thinking about this long and hard. He'd shake his head, coming to the conclusion that someone who looked that out of sorts wouldn't have any food on them at all. The other seemed to be at least cleaner. He'd notice the sword, too, thinking that maybe the boy was some sort of warrior. Warriors had food on them, didn't they? In any case, the Majin would begin to slowly shrink down to a puddle of pink goop, and slowly making his way over to where Dian Xin was.
Getting in front of him, the puddle would immediately get larger and re-form as Majin Kazam, jumping in the air excitedly! "TA-DAAA!!" As the Majin came crashing down onto the sand, he'd opt to put on his best performance. Standing on one foot, the overweight pink man would twirl on his tippy toes a few times, in a circle, in front of Dian Xin while whistling, as if this was some miraculous feat. However, he'd nearly fall over in the process, but flailing his arms he was able to regain his balance and continue. After five, slow revolutions, he'd stop and face Dian Xin once again, throwing his arms out at his side and bowing. That was it. That was his whole show.
With that, he held out his arm, his one hand open as if he were waiting to accept something. That odd smile apparent on his face the entire time.
2d20 - EXP: 0 - PL: 100
Dian Xin, you're up. levlidian, if you're still around we are re-igniting this thread.
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Oct 22, 2016 20:43:56 GMT -5
A figure in the distance? Dian's hand went to his eyes, shading his vision from the sun. He could scarcely make out the figure at the distance, but it was a person for sure. For a brief moment, he considered going after it, but it seemed as if fate had different plans. A creeping presence, one that Dian Xin was entirely unaware of, was coming up on him. But he'd not be unware for long: a great mass of pink materialized before him, taking shape and growing, like some kind of gelatinous tree. A being formed in the pink, one that immediately set to jumping up and down, screaming in the process. Dian took a single step back, hand gripping the hilt of the blade tight, instinctively steeling himself for trouble. The being whistled, spinning around like some kind of mad top. In time, it came to a stop and gave a bow. Was that some kind of performance? A magic trick? Had he wandered on to the set of some kind of program? He looked about him, scanning the area to see if he'd been played. But no, all he saw was this new, strange being. Awkwardly, Dian Xin began to clap, slowly, as if trying to appease the being. "Um," he stammered, "Bravo?" He frowned at the being, but slowly the slightest of grins grew on his face. Well, he'd wanted excitement. And it seemed as if he were getting it. levlidian if you're still here. Majin Kazam , if not
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Majin Kazam
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Dice: 2d33
EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Oct 26, 2016 10:13:23 GMT -5
The clapping only made the weird smile on his face grow into a wide grin, showing those pearly whites in his mouth. His eyes even got oddly wider than before. Clapping usually meant that some form of payment followed. Something he could eat, or pay with to get food. However, the clapping would cease and nothing would be put in his palm. The happy expression on his face would fade away, now clearly dumbfounded by the lack of payment. He'd even look into his palm, to see if he missed anything. After a few blinks, he'd look back over at Dian, scratching the top of his round head. "Oi." His somewhat raspy, high-pitched voice was call out to the Hybrid, holding out his palm, then with his other hand pointing a "finger" into it. He didn't have fingers, his hands looked like flesh mitts. "You liked my show, now pay me. Anything will do. Chocolate, candy, fish, hamburger, cake, anything yummy!" He'd continue to point at his open palm, growing a bit impatient with the lack of compensation.
He didn't exactly tower over Dian, but his body was definitely bigger. He would get closer to Dian, nearly putting his hand into his face, continuing to point into it as if the Hybrid was missing the point. "No food! Where food?!" He got a bit louder now, his short temper working against him. He had completely forgotten that the man had a sword on him, and could most likely use it with deadly accuracy. At the moment, he was more concerned with getting some more food in his stomach. Especially after he gave Dian Xin the performance of a lifetime!
Unfortunately, I think we may have lost an early member.
Dian Xin, you're up. Will tag levlidian to see if he pops up again.
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Oct 27, 2016 8:43:20 GMT -5
Had he done right by the beast? The facial features of the being light up: wide smile, wide eyes, as if he were ever more excited than before. Before long, however, the creature's face shifted once again; no longer was he smiling. Instead, the creature looked... confused? Had the young hybrid offended the creature by stopping his clapping? The creature spoke, holding out its hand as if it were demanding payment. And that was exactly what it was after, it even said as much. Dian had clapped for the creature and now it was demanding payment on the pretense of Dian having like its show. And it seemed to want its payment in food. "Uh," mumbled Dian, the only word coming to mind after this series of strange events. The large, tubby, pink being beset itself upon Dian, stepping closer, even shoving its hand into his face. "I'd appreciate it," said the hybrid, "If you gave me my space." For a brief moment, he considered drawing his blade in an effort to make the being understand. But he quickly thought against it. No, thought Dian, it would be an ill time to draw his blade. He was not itching for a fight, and besides, it would be rude. Not that the being in front of him was a paragon on politeness, but Dian would not draw a weapon on somebody who was just looking for food, no matter how impolite they were. Best if he just gave the being what he was looking for. With a sigh, Dian slid the bag from his back and opened it. Inside sat the supplies he'd just bought from the last town: a lighter, some rope, bottled water, and perhaps most importantly: some food for the road. He rummaged through his bad, and took out a single strange of dried meat: jerky, freshly salted and purchased from the storekeep in the last town. He'd eaten a little before; it was tough and hard, but it kept for forever and a half. Perfect for the road. He held out the meat to the being and spoke, "Here, take it. For your show."
Majin Kazam I guess we'll go like this for a while.
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Majin Kazam
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Posts: 22
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Dice: 2d33
EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Oct 30, 2016 9:59:32 GMT -5
He was nearly salivating when Dian was looking through his bag for something, which Kazam assumed to be food. When he removed the jerky, Kazam looked at it a bit oddly. Having it placed in his palm, he'd blink a few times and poked at it. It was as hard as a rock! A bit of an annoyed emotion filled him. Was this man trying to fool him by feeding him some kind of rock?! However, he could tell there was a slight meat scent to it, with some salt. Placing it into his mitt like "fingers, he'd bring it up to the spot of his face where a nose should be and sniffed at it some more. Well, it smelled good enough! And the man DID offer it to him as food, so it had to be edible. Right? Opening his mouth wide, he'd shove the entire piece in there, enclosed around nearly half his arm in a sort of disgusting display, like some sort of cartoon character! Hopefully, Dian wasn't expecting the Majin to rip off a piece of it and share. Swallowing the piece whole, he found himself enjoying the slight saltiness of the dried meat. It was better than nothing, but cake would've been better than that. Removing his entire arm from his mouth, he'd hold his hand out again. "Nnn. That not enough. More." He'd poke at his open palm, as if Dian didn't really understand him.
Kazam wasn't one for manners. It wasn't that he was naturally evil or had ill intentions, he was just not refined. His greatest fault is the lack of regard he had for anyone else, especially when he was hungry. When Dian didn't immediately fill his mitt up with food, a low growl could be heard rumbling in the back of his throat. "More food. Or Kazam get very, very angry." In a more low tone now, he'd narrow his eyes into slits, staring right at Kazam. "You not like Kazam when he angry..."
Dian Xin
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Oct 31, 2016 7:40:00 GMT -5
Dian watched the creature eat. How... interesting. The young halfblood watched the gummy creature place the meat within its mouth, but that was not all: it looked like it was going to swallow its entire damn arm! What was he dealing with here? Some kind of animal? At the very least, it was some kind of glutton. Disgustingly, the so called 'Kazam' removed his hand from his mouth and once again held it before Dian, open and ready to receive. Dian frowned. Now this was just starting to get annoying. First, he'd been absconded by the being and surprised, and now he was basically being mugged. What's more, it was now as if the being were threatening him. Dian would not like him when he was angry? It sounded as much like a threat as anything. The being's voice went low, a sure sign of a threat. Dian grit his teeth, and slowly replaced his bag, restoring it to its former position on his back. With that, he crossed his arms and shook his head. "I think I've given you more than enough for your little 'show'" said Dian, his own voice measured and calm, "Why don't you go bother someone else for food? Actually, no, don't do that. Because you're being really rude about it."He took a single step back from the being, trying to put space between them in case things started to get violent. This was getting stupid and silly, and fast. Was someone really mugging him for jerky? Were they really going to fight over dried meat? Majin Kazam
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Majin Kazam
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EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Nov 1, 2016 10:24:29 GMT -5
N-No... No? NO?! NO MORE FOOD?! It was pretty clear that this man was being VERY mean to Majin Kazam, at least from where he was standing. There was no way he could tolerate such a thing! By the second, with his previous calm and player demeanor broken, his anger rose. That short temper causing the situation to go from bad to worse in a heartbeat. Those mitt-like hands would close into some semblance of a fist, grinding his teeth together and flashing them at Dian. "You.. mean.. to.. Kazam! Kazam.. no.. like.. mean.. PEOPLE!" He'd let out a shrieking scream, the various holes fashioned around his head began to spurt out thick clouds of smoke, sounding like a mini train giving its warning scream at nearby people. Those evil looking eyes would burn a hole into the man in front of him, the ground around them trembling and cracking with the surging of aparent power pouring out of the tubby Majin. The smoke continued to pour out of the holes in his head, forming a much bigger cloud of smoke above him and beginning to swirl around him. His eyes were nearly bulging out of his head now, screaming directly into Dian's face. Pink bolts of ki crackled around his body every so often, as the massive out pour of energy continued to flow around him. Eventually, that thick cloud of smoke around him would nearly cover all of his body, in a sense hiding Kazam from Dian's view.
Within that cloud, a metamorphasis would happen, those bright pink bolts of ki continued to flash, giving some sense of "light" within that thick cloud of smoke, the once tubby Majin could be seen as a sillhouette within the cloud. His body was contorting and shifting in a somewhat gruesome manner, his body appeared to be changing completely due to his anger, it seemed. Eventually, the flashing of ki would lessen and the clouds around his body was being to dissipate, giving a more clear view as to what was now standing before the young man.
A much smaller life form replaced Majin Kazam, though this was the exact same person. His height had dropped to barely five feet tall, if that, his weight had slimmed down as well. His attire had changed as well, now only wearing a baggy pear of pants but still donning those yellow stripes. He looked a lot less intimidating than before, and was probably much shorter than Dian was, but there was a sadistic sort of feeling around him. He didn't seem right. A stoic expression was on his face, as he stood there, slightly slumped over and just staring at Dian without giving him even a peep. Suddenly, the life form would elevate a few inches off the ground and glide backwards over the water, a few feet away from Dian with the same expression on his face.
Without warning, as he hovered over the ocean water, he'd flash a pearly white, fanged grin at Dian and extend an arm towards him, pointing a finger at him before giving him a "thumbs down." Flaring his aura out, a bright pink flame surrounded him with tones of black, and once again, without warning, he'd launch his body directly at Dian, with one arm cocked back and ready to attack!
"Pure Majin" Setting Item Used, Kazam has transformed! +d10 New Dice: 2d30 MAJIN KAZAM HAS CHALLENGED DIAN XIN! Initiative Roll EyQpIVbn1d6 Dian Xin
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Nov 1, 2016 11:37:42 GMT -5
The creature balled its hand and grit its teeth. Somebody, thought Dian Xin, had a temper. Why did it have to come this? Dian was being mean? Dian was being rude? That just was not true at all! At least not from his point of view, but damn, how could anyone think Dian was being mean? It was like he was dealing with a child! And this one was having a temper tantrum! The being let out a hideous shriek as its body contorted with what shifted with its temper. Smoke billowed out of the being's body like he was some kind of pink chimney. The being screamed and screamed, getting right in Dian's face. How could anyone scream so loud and so long? Dian did not think it possible, but the being seemed to be in a blind rage. The way its face contorted would be almost comical, if the situation were not becoming so serious. The man crackled with energy, and Dian knew that things were about to take a turn for the worse. He took another step back as the thick smoke consumed his assailant, the only sign of the being's presence the flashes of pink light that came from within the cloud. It was as if Dian were watching a thunderstorm from above, the way the light shifted within, the way the body inside seemed to meld into a new form like putty. He could only see shadows, but he saw enough to know that something strange was happening. The smoke cleared and before him stood something that was much different than the rather chunky individual that had stood before him only a few minutes prior: the new figure was slim, shorter, and he'd even done a wardrobe change. A real metamorphosis, realized Dian Xin. Even the very air about his foe seemed off. This was not right. All this over snacks? He wanted to say something, anything, but no words came: he was shocked. And it did not matter, for the creature was hovering away, out over the water. A flame of pink and black energy surrounded the newly transformed Kazam, and in just a moment, he was charging Dian like some kind of mad bull. "Dammit," he muttered. Well, he'd asked for something different! And this was definitely different! Reflexively, Dian raised his arms in a cross to try and defend himself. The fight was on! 1d6
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Nov 1, 2016 12:36:44 GMT -5
Score Card
1 on 1 Spar Majin Kazam | Dian Xin | 0/15 | 0/15 | 2d30 (Transformed) | 3d20 |
*No SP can be gained as of this point Majin Kazam has transformed. It is Dian Xin's turn! Setting HP to 15 to keep things from going too slow!
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Nov 1, 2016 12:48:17 GMT -5
Or maybe he could take the fight to his foe instead of defending. Time seemed to slow around him as his mind race and his heart pounded, that little drip of adrenaline starting to work its way into his mixed blood. His hand twitched ever so slightly, flying to the sword at his hip. It gripped tight around the hilt and he almost drew it, but he did not. The halfblood hesitated for just a moment. No, he thought, he'd not use the sword. Not yet, not here. Despite the being's malice, Dian still did not feel right about drawing the blade. Luckily for him, he knew how to throw a punch. His father had seen to that. And besides, despite the malevolent feeling he got and the rudeness of the being, Dian would not feel right about cutting into the being's pink flesh. Swords were dangerous, and he still remembered the almost childlike nature of the being in its previous state. What if the being was a child? A really strange child at that, but the point of the matter was: what if? Instead, Dian dropped both his arms to his side and grit his teeth. He flung himself forward, a single fist raised, ready to drive it into the being's face. Great, he thought, now he was throwing himself at the being, ready to fight. But he had to defend himself! Maybe even teach this 'Kazam' a lesson. If he did it to Dian, he might do it to others! 3d20
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Nov 1, 2016 12:50:54 GMT -5
Score Card
1 on 1 Spar Majin Kazam | Dian Xin | 2/15 | 0/15 | 2d30 (Transformed) | 3d20 |
Dian Xin has hit Kazam with 2 damage! Your turn, Majin Kazam!
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Majin Kazam
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Posts: 22
Race: Majin
Dice: 2d33
EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Nov 1, 2016 16:01:11 GMT -5
His shrieking would continue on his warpath all the way to Dian, that right arm ready to strike. However, the Hybrid seemed to display a better sense of reaction than the mindless Majin could fathom at the moment. Just as he came close enough to strike, Dian Xin would let his own fist fly, slamming directly into Kazam's cheek with a loud BANG. In an almost comical way, those black and red eyes would nearly shoot out of their sockets, his lips contorting off his face and pursed together, and his entire body literally halted in mid air for several moments. As if the entire seen was unpaused, the Majin would fly backwards towards the water, with the same expression on his face as he flew off several yards.
Eventually, he'd regain some sort of composure, stopping his forced flight backwards and straightening himself out. A mitt-like hand came up to touch the stinging area of his face where Dian had hit him. "Guhguhguhg..." were the only things he was able to grumble to himself, not even really saying anything. His anger had reached new limits now, a "vein" popping up at the top of that gummy head of his, as those holes on his head expelled more smoke and a high pitched whistle. "GUWOW! GUWOW! RAAAHHHH!!" With absolutely no semblance of right and wrong, the Majin once again launched itself back towards Dian, but this time stopping at the shore where water met sand, glaring out at him.
In a matter of seconds, the Majin would begin to slam his feet in and out of the sand at a rapid pace, and every time they shot down into it, his gummy leg and foot would pop out around Dian Xin's area, trying his best to kick the Hybrid up in the air or just stagger him. He kept going and going, trying to make as much contact as possible. With any luck, he'd be able to knock the Hybrid around enough times to cause some serious damage. After all, in this state, Kazam was a pure berserker and unable to reign in his anger or emotions until he had exhausted himself out.
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Dian Xin
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 88
Race: Hybrid - Demon/Human
Dice: 3d44
EXP: 2,384
Zeni: 809
HP: 660
SP: 5,094
Transformations: Makyo Mutation
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Post by Dian Xin on Nov 1, 2016 18:06:34 GMT -5
Score Card
1 on 1 Spar Majin Kazam | Dian Xin | 2/15 | 5/15 | 2d30 (Transformed) | 3d20 |
Majin Kazam has done 5 damage! Dian Xin's turn!
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