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 4, 2016 12:35:53 GMT -5
Score Card
1 on 1 Spar Majin Kazam | Dian Xin | 5/15 | 17/15 | 2d30 (Transformed) | 3d20 |
Majin Kazam does 3 more damage and Dian Xin is out for the count! It's his 'turn', but combat is over! Good match, Kazam! *Posts after this point may be used for social points.
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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 4, 2016 12:52:37 GMT -5
He had failed. His last gamble of an attack had failed. The creature barely seemed aware of Dian Xin's assault, the gummy body barely shifting beneath his blow. A tired groan fluttered from his lips. He needed to do something. He needed to- There was nothing he could do. The creature reared its own head back and slammed it into Dian Xin's. Bells rang in his head as the skull of the foe struck him. Stars burst into his vision and his knees went weak. His body went limp and he slumped to his knees. Swaying, he collapsed into the sand, landing on his chest. Faintly, he turned his head upward to face his foe, sand gritting against his cheek. He scowled at his foe. What was going to come next? His foe had the best of him, truly. There was no way he could compete here. Now, Dian Xin was at someone else's mercy. The only way he could be more exposed is if his stomach were facing the sky. But no, his bag was upward, out of the sand. That damnable bag that held that damnable meat. He'd gotten his ass kicked over that meat... Maybe he'd even lose his life over that meat. Now, all he could do was wait... Majin Kazam
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Majin Kazam
Low Class Poster
RETIRED / ARCHIVED
Posts: 22
Race: Majin
Dice: 2d33
EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Nov 4, 2016 21:36:25 GMT -5
"WAHAHA! WAHAHA!" Adding insult to injury, Kazam would hold his stomach with one hand and with his other would point down at Dian, heartily laughing at the Hybrid's shortcoming in their fight. After several moments of laughter, he'd notice that the Hybrid wasn't completely knocked out, but with as bad shape as he was in having to finish him off wouldn't take long. With a sadistic grin, he'd aim a single finger at the boy, a small, marble shaped orb of that same pink and black ki came to life. He was ready to fire away and obliterate the weakling and had every intent on doing so, however he was stopped in his tracks when that bag came into his vision. It was still strapped to Dian's back, and Kazam's gears started to go into motion. Of course! THE BAG!
Quickly, that small orb of ki would disperse as Kazam greedily reached down and began to yank the bag off Dian's form. Forcefully, and with little regard for if he was going to break the bag or not, or even worse, if he was hurting Dian Xin. Eventually, he'd yank it off of him, greedily hugging it to his rubbery chest, a proud grin on his face. Scuttering away, the Majin would place the bag in the sand, plopping down in front of it. Reaching in, he'd take handfuls of whatever food Dian had in there, which appeared to just be the jerky he was presented with before. No matter. It would do for now. Small handfuls were shoved into his mouth, being driven directly into his gut in the same crude manner as before. He couldn't deny the smokey and salty taste of this dried meat, though it was way less satisfying than cake, let's say. When all the food was gone, the Majin would pat his stomach happily. It wasn't much, not even to really fill him up, but it was enough to calm his anger at least. And with his soul at ease, he'd begin to feel a bit weird. Perking up a bit, as if he sensed something, he'd let out a shrill scream, grabbing as his neck as if he was choking before a cloud of smoke POOFed up around him, covered his body completely. Had he just... exploded?
Eh. Not really. Instead, as the cloud of smoke quickly cleared away, the previous form of Majin Kazam could be seen sitting there in front of that bag, as fat as ever. Blinking a few times, he'd glance around, scratching the side of his big head. "Eh?" Was all Kazam could say, confused as all hell as to what was going on. Looking in front of him, he'd notice that strange boy's bag in front of him, and taking a peek inside he noticed it was empty. He'd come to a stand, grabbing it and looking around, seeing its owner several yards away, clearly looking defeated. The now chubby Majin would bound his way over, getting to Dian and tossing the bag on the ground near him. Still, he had a confused look on his face as to why the boy looked like he just got beat up, when a few moments ago he was fine. "Hm. Boy look like he go on fire. What you do?" He was serious, like a heart attack. He had no recollection or idea as to what had just transpired. It was either a credit to his transformation wiping his mind and causing him to black out, or Majin Kazam was really THAT absent minded.
Dian Xin
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Majin Kazam
Low Class Poster
RETIRED / ARCHIVED
Posts: 22
Race: Majin
Dice: 2d33
EXP: 280
Zeni: 0
HP: 40
SP: 0
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Post by Majin Kazam on Nov 12, 2016 14:23:59 GMT -5
Going to throw this one up for grading. Also, using 1 of the 2x EXP Tokens for this.
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Post by Retasu on Nov 12, 2016 14:39:18 GMT -5
Point Spread = 12 Highest Dice Sides = d30 (Majin Kazam's "Pure" Majin Form) Majin Kazam :
12 PS x 5 + 30 = 90 EXP x 2x EXP Token = 180 EXP Zeni Earned: 45 Zeni SP Earned: 3,051 SP New EXP: 180 EXP New Dice: 2d29 New PL: 900 New Zeni: 145 Zeni New SP: 3,051 Items Used: 1 - 2x EXP Token, 1 - Majin Mark Setting Item Dian Xin
30 EXP x 20% = 36 EXP 10 Zeni SP Earned: 2,236 New EXP: 36 EXP New Dice: 3d22 New PL: 180 New Zeni: 210 Zeni New SP: 2, 236 Items Used: None levlidian SP Earned: 150 New SP: 150 Adding now.
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