Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Aug 20, 2018 6:03:22 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 625/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu Deep in the castle Retasu owned a woman dashed about the halls sweeping, mopping, and shaking out dust. It took her an hour to do but when she was done this black haired woman with dark eyes stood up to the full height of her small stature and wiped her brow. She sighed and almost felt a small three inch knife nestled between her breasts, of all places, slide down between her cleavage and fall out. She luckily pressed her hands against them to catch it so it wouldn't do that nor cut herself. She then walked with a full heavy of Saiyan armor on through a hall that felt and looked like it could be a mile long. Her feet tapped with her booted soles against the ground with each step. "I need to see the king, I want to see the king." the lady named Pecha told herself confidently as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "He's been gone so long though. And yet, I don't feel as empty as I thought I'd be." She'd continue to walk finding herself in his throne room for cleaning, "It's probably because when he gets back he'll approve of my cleaning!" She then clenched her fist and made it clear to the normal eye she was not a normal Saiyan. Pecha was one of the only few people who would go out of her way to cleanse the entirety of Retasu's base first before throwing herself into battle along side him. She was the zealous type who could go beyond seeing herself as an individual and only see herself as an eShextension of him. She wanted it that way. Needed it that way. For if she was in disposable to him she could be his queen. She wanted more than anything to do that because of all the luxuries it provided and how much she'd already had done by him for her. She needed to and wanted to repay her debt a million times over. Her eyes glazed over and as she gazed ahead at a big throne she uttered, "I'll marry him, have his children, and be the sexiest woman in the universe for him. I'll rip every woman who comes his away apart in order to be with him. He's my great ape! He's my masterful monkey! He's my cute chimp! I love him." Her mind completely forgot for a long time her objective was to clean this room in front of her.
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Post by Retasu on Aug 26, 2018 20:26:44 GMT -5
Retasu: 3d50, 4,212 EXP Serori: 3d40, 700 EXP
"Eh~? You here again, mumbling to yourself about nonsense? My, my... don't you have some rooms to clean, little one?" A feminine voice could be heard from behind Pecha, and should she turn she'd see the arrogant grin smeared across the face of another Saiyajin female, the warrior known as Serori. She had been appointed Retasu's guard, a few years his senior yet the warrior King himself already seemed to surpass her. It was likely she was no longer needed, however she stuck around regardless of his attempts to dismiss her constantly. She was garbed in similar attire to Pecha, vest armor and black combat leggings tucked into white boots, white gloves on her hands and running up the length of her arms almost to her elbows. A wild mane of hair was left loose for the most part, tied into somewhat of a tail behind her, while her literal tail wavered gently left and right as well. "Still playing pretend Princess, Pecha? Why not give it a rest?" One hand propped itself up on her hip, quite the confident post as she looked down on the younger Saiyajin female, standing at about 5'8" with a toned form as well. There was a pecking order for sure, and Serori made it clear she was at the top of it as far as most of the females went. Only she had the luxury of being so close to their King, despite his, quite comedic, distaste for it. "Really, you're just making yourself look like quite the fool! Constantly mumbling to yourself about King Retasu this and that, as if he would even stand to be near you long enough to make YOU his wife!" A mocking laugh left her, perhaps not even a real laugh at all. She just wanted to add insult to injury.
Meanwhile, Retasu had eventually made his way down the hall nearing the very room the duo were in, looking to be dressed in his usual white and gold vest armor and blue battle suit, his Uncle and second in command, Karroto, keeping at a steady pace behind him. A large, duffle bag of sorts was held, keeping it over his shoulder. Retasu was on his way to the planet known as Earth-2 to compete in some World Tournament, the Strongest Under the Heavens. "I'm sure we'll be fine. The South hasn't made any moves as of late, and if we are going to see exactly what's out there to compete with, this would be a great opportunity. I doubt strong fighters from around the Universe was allow themselves to not comp---... Urk!" He stopped short, glancing into the room where the two females stood. Great. Pecha and Serori, both at each other's throats and both seemingly enamored with him, annoyingly so. "Great... This is not what I needed right now."
Karroto smirk, slapping his only hand down onto Retasu's shoulder from behind with a raspy laugh. "Ahh, s'amatter, Your Highness? Seems like you've seen a ghost?" Karroto peered into the room as well with a smirk, knowing full and well what and who was inside of it. He was quite familiar with Serori, having hand picked her to be Retasu's personal guard, not as much with Pecha but he had seen her around quite often as of late. His right arm was gone in battle, though his left hand moved from Retasu's shoulder to give the women a small, saluting wave.
Retasu clenched his teeth, giving his uncle quite the sideways glare. "I don't think right now is the time to stop and say hello, dear Uncle..."
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Aug 27, 2018 17:41:16 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 625/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu Pecha quickly spun on her heels the moment she heard a familiar voice shout and laugh at her behind her back. She grinned directly at the face of a rather dark skinned Saiyan with long hair, a hand on her hip and black armor with matching leggings. Her hands folded over the skintight latex of her own black leggings and black and gray battle armor calmly. She did this in an attempt to herself from punching her as she stepped towards her and uttered, “Well, if it isn’t ‘Ms. Loud Mouth Serori’ I hear you’re still on our king’s punching bag. Is that true?” Her black eyes filled with mirth and she stuck her tongue out at her before adding, “I just came by to check on the work I already did yesterday and know full well he doesn’t need to stand near me. He has already stood in something I have helped keep clean daily. ” To prove her point the room almost seemed to shimmer a bit as she spoke. She spread her arms out and like a glamorous showgirl radiated with pride at her work.
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Post by Retasu on Sept 1, 2018 8:16:34 GMT -5
Serori's face contorted into somewhat of a frown at Pecha's response. Since when did the girl grow much of a backbone? To be fair, Pecha may have always been this way, but Serori never paid her any mind to really know it. A short temper was the bane of this female, her lip curling to one side in a snarl, revealing hardened teeth. "Why don't you say that again, you run--...?" It was then that Serori heard a familiar voice, turning her head to see not only Karroto, the second in command of the Empire in the hallway but also their own King, Retasu. Her expression changed, quickly stepping in front of Pecha to block her from view, moving to throw her hip into Pecha's own body in an attempt to knock her away somewhat if she could. "Hey! Karroto-san! Retasu-sama!" The female began to walk over, waving to the both of them.
Meanwhile, Retasu thought maybe they didn't see him, or Karroto for that matter. He let out a brief sigh of relief, before giving his uncle another hardened glare for his trouble. His voice was almost a whisper. "Let's get going, I have a flight to catch, damnit!" The young King in the North kept his glare for a few moments before moving to continue on his path. However, the hairs on his head and tail nearly frizzed up in shock and surprise after he heard his name being called out. Another sigh escaped him, this one out of frustration. He turned to face his uncle fully now, who only offered a grin of amusement. "I'm sure this is some form of treason." Retasu joked to his uncle, turning away to look at the approaching Serori, one hand moving behind his head to scratch at that black mane of his, tied back with a single, white band. "O-Oi... How are you doing today? As... energetic as ever I see?" He tried to be polite, but the truth was Retasu was in more of a rush to leave now more than before. The little rivalry that Pecha and Serori seemed to have was a bit unnerving, to say the least.
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Sept 2, 2018 13:19:13 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 625/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu Pecha's whole body flew back against the wall the moment Serori's hip hit her. Her body felt soft to the touch to Pecha but the second she slumped against the wall she knew this older woman packed a bit more power then she could ever gain. Nevertheless she got back up and whimpered, "Hey-hey, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get you riled up nor sound that way." She stated this whilst walking after the dark skinned Saiyan with a slow gait. The reason being that she felt like she had been run over by a truck. Poor Pecha was different from Saiyans in that she did not seem to have all that much power like Beefa yet unlike her she had no way of easily accessing more to bypass her base power. Going Oozaru required a moon and doing so when she was simply a servant of her king was rather dumb. She had no freedom to make her choices all that often yet really didn't want to. The only choices she was concerned about was what would make Retasu happy. Pecha managed to follow after Serori but her bump against the wall was a bit more painful then expected causing her to unexpectedly fall forward and crouch before both Retasu and Serori outside the throne room. She looked up and uttered, "My-my king I'm not so sure I'm energetic today but if you say I am maybe I can be." Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Sept 8, 2018 9:35:51 GMT -5
Retasu blinked a few times as Pecha approached, watching her slump over and crouch a bit in front of him. "O-Oh, well... if you say so." The two females made him terribly uncomfortable at most times, exhaling a deep sigh as this entire ordeal would be better off done sooner rather than later. "Well, then, I'm sure you're both aware but I'll be off on another planet participating in some fighting tournament. I hope you don't think it's selfish of me to do so, but I figure it's a great way to scout out some of the strongest in the Universe, which could be potential threats to us in the future." It wasn't really a popular opinion, especially in these times, but it was only set to take place for one, single day and he'd be back on planet before anyone knew he was missing. "So, try not to get into any trouble while I'm away, you two."
Karroto chuckled a bit, placing his only good hand onto Retasu's shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "Speaking of a tournament, that gives me a great idea. Pecha, Serori, why don't you two have a little friendly spar in the courtyard with none other than our King here as your audience? It's been so quiet around here lately, maybe a nice fight between two of the most loyal subjects of the Kingdom would be a nice send off for King Retasu, eh?" Retasu, once again, shot a glare over his shoulder at his uncle. This was becoming too much.
Serori, on the other hand, grinned from ear to ear as she offered a light shrug in response. "I'm okay with that, of course. It's up to the little miss here if she actually wants to try and beat me. But don't blame me if she gets hurt and starts crying home to mama." The grin grew wider, arms crossed over her chest, Serori watching Pecha to gauge a reaction from her.
Still, Retasu just wanted to leave.
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Sept 10, 2018 5:44:37 GMT -5
Pecha stood up on her own placing her hands behind her back before allowing her eyes to fall on Serori's grin after she heard Karroto's suggestion. She coughed and commented to him, "Do I have to fight her honorable king's uncle? It's not likely I'll win; that bump against the wall I just had should prove this but if the king personally requests it I'll fight." She wasn't in the mood for getting roughed up this morning since she had other things she needed to go do but it was unlikely she could escape this situation. In the back of her mind though an evil alter ego of sorts was screaming in her head, "Cheeky *****! I'm going to knock those teeth out and wipe that smug smile off her face!" She did secretly want to throw Serori into a wall one day, but being in the presence of the king and her current work load, she surely knew it was improper to follow through with such a request without consent from the highest authority here. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Sept 15, 2018 14:45:25 GMT -5
Karroto raised a brow at Pecha's response, though it wasn't likely a surprise to him. There were certain ones among their people that just weren't cut out for fighting, whether it was a natural tenacity and desire to do so or a general lack of power. Pecha, for all intents and purposes, fell under that rank as far as he could tell, which is likely why she was left as a maid of sorts. Others took up the jobs of things like butchers, builders and other "mundane" vocations. "Well, I guess you don't have to if you don't want to? Heh, not that I blame you, after all. Serori here is pretty strong, I guess it'd be a tall task to ask you to do something like fight her."
Serori could only smirk, crossing her arms over her chest. She looked like she had already won the battle without having to lift a finger. "See? I told you. It's hardly worth it. Retasu-sama really doesn't have time for such weaklings like yourself, so run along and keep doing what you do best, which is keeping this place clean and playing pretend Princess~.." A slight giggle escaped her, more condescending than anything else. Serori stood her ground firmly, though, simply for the fact that she did not expect Pecha to have the confidence to retaliate in any way, shape or form.
Retasu, on the other hand, just stood there holding onto his bag, not entirely paying attention to the squabble before him. He was hopelessly uninterested in any of this. Letting out a sigh, the Northern King simply waited for things to die down. His uncle had come up with the idea for these two women to fight, and they either would or would not. Either possibility did very little to excite the young royal to pay enough attention to it. "W-Well, I really.... should be going if I want to make it to Earth-2 in time for this tournament. I'd hate to be late..." Retasu's voice trailed off, once again he'd look over at his uncle as if waiting for him to lead the way out.
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Sept 16, 2018 6:16:45 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 625/625 HP, 6/6 GP
Note: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned
Retasu"Now your words want to me challenge you," Pecha stated quickly changing her stance from her prior resignation to fight. She wasn't about to have this snide, boastful woman make fun of her for the rest of the time Retasu was away. "We do this outside." She told Serori as she took a step forward into her personal space. Her voice then lowered and she uttered too low for Retasu to hear, "Let's have a wager. You fight me and I'll give you something in and in return you give you something depending on who wins and Retasu here doesn't have to know, but if you agree we go all out in this fight even Oozaru forms to make this easier." Her deal was short and simple and now that Pecha felt willing or angry enough to fight she felt it in the best interest of both parties to offer a gamble. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Sept 23, 2018 9:19:16 GMT -5
Serori could only blink as Pecha seemed to finally grow a spine. The girl stepped up to her, leaving the older female with a curious look on her face. It only lasted a few moments before Serori simply smirked and shrugged. "Fine. Have it your way. Let's do this then." With her arms still crossed over her chest, Serori sucked in on her teeth, turning her back to Pecha. "You don't have anything I'd want, girl. But if in the slim chance you win you can ask me for whatever you want." She let her neck roll some, already beginning to loosen up. "No Oozaru, are you a fool? We are in the middle of a war and we can't have someone as inexperienced as you rampaging around causing us problems. A simple spar to test your skills... and to know some sense into that dense head of yours." With that, Serori turned on her heel and made her way outside, expecting everyone to follow her.
Retasu would sigh, his uncle shoving him along to follow them until they reached the outside area. A small training arena would suffice for the two women. Serori would end up on one side, expecting Pecha to stand opposite her. "I believe this works for us. This shouldn't take long, anyway. Ready yourself!"
Retasu and Karroto found somewhere to settle down. The Northern King let his bag down on the ground, sitting there with another heavy sigh. "Honestly, sometimes I believe you do these things just to get under my skin. You know I have no time for this." Karroto only shrugged, moving his gaze from Retasu to the two women about to do battle. "I figured you'll be in the thick of it with this tournament you're going to. Why not learn some patience by sitting here and watching someone else fight?"
As a note, Serori can only gain Zeni from this event via the EXP Formula, as per Minion rules. Retasu is not fighting, so there will be no direct EXP to gain for him.
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Sept 27, 2018 7:16:22 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 625/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu Pecha followed after Serori and while she got into place and complained about them using Oozaru forms to fight Pecha could only shake her head. She stepped around her though and quickly stood opposite a short distance away where she opened her mouth and stated, "WE may be at war but I was considering leveling the playing field for the two of us considering I'm the weaker of the two of us, or so you say. You'll punch me half to death no doubt if I can't use that form but we'll see." She placed her hands on her hips and witnessed Serori's movements intently. There were none but no matter how she looked at her from afar the woman had no damn openings. She couldn't slide a hidden weapon or two out of her own repertoire to unbalance her. Serori was a jerk beyond help but the lady was built to be a body guard. Pecha silently thought to herself, "Perhaps I should stop worrying about falling in love with Retasu for a bit and demand I get training from her if I win." No, that would be giving into the enemy. She wasn't sure what she wanted yet but it seemed like if she lost there was practically nothing this woman here didn't have. Though something did come to mind in the back of her head. Something a little sinister that Serori might not like. She took up a fighting stance but poor Pecha knew it wasn't going to be worth much. There was nothing she could do against a fighter with no openings she'd take the first attack and go from there. Initiative Roll
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Post by Retasu on Sept 30, 2018 14:35:27 GMT -5
Serori tilted her head slightly, before smirking at Pecha's response. "Heh, even if we did fight as Oozaru you wouldn't have much of a better chance against me. It'd be tough for just you to transform, you know. I may be tempted to look up at the false moon myself and just finish you off once and for all." Her voice was teasing, yet somewhat sinister as well. "In any case, I promise not to beat you up too bad. After all, this IS just a friendly spar, isn't it? And I'm sure I'd make someone mad around here if I did that. You have your uses, I suppose. Every Saiyajin on this side of the planet counts for something. In any case... here I come, brat!"
Without warning, the female would dart forward, quickly closing the gap between the two of them. A careful, well thought out right fist came out forward suddenly to attempt to spike itself upwards into Pecha's stomach, to force the air directly out of her lungs. Regardless of how the fist hit, Serori would spin suddenly, slamming a back elbow smash into Pecha's chin in the process in an attempt to knock her clear out of the fight early.
SERORI - 3d40 0/600 HP 6/6 GP X_eh0fls3d40 3d40
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Sept 30, 2018 16:04:30 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 578/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu "I suppose it would be hard to use my Oozaru against you," Pecha remarked back to Serori and her smarmy attitude, "but that's only because you're not giving me any openings right now. It feels unfair."
She clenched her fists and got ready to attack or defend herself adding just before Serori called her a brat, "I have my uses! I'll make you fulfill my wish when I win!"
Unfortunately, Pecha could neither attack nor defend. Serori was already on top of her and in less then a second felt her guts ache in pain as she punched Pecha in the stomach. Pecha then witnessed Serori spin around and slam her elbow into her chin, luckily, Pecha's instincts activated and she managed to get her right palm up in time to minimize the damage. This sent her flying none-the-less though and with no way to stop stop herself immediately she flew straight into a pillar outside the palace. It wasn't exactly going to go as planned however for Serori because at the last second she managed to stick he right foot out and used it to rebound off the pillar back towards her. She could hear a loud "Crack!" though as the bones in her right ankle took a beating.
Pecha's body flew back towards Serori though and with both fists extended she intended to do a flying double punch into Serori's chest. When she was done with she hoped to landed flat on the ground with Serori under her. Pecha's next move was to hopefully hold her down with all her body weight and use it to pin her while she pulled out a carving knife and gave her a long slash along her left or right arm; whichever one didn't end up trying to punch her back.
It was cheating but Serori had said a woman like her had her uses. Pecha's just happened to be, "Be ready to do all that was necessary to impress Retasu at a moment's notice." She hoped by sneakily slashing up her foe a little she'd get some needed revenge for the taunting currently happening between them and sow seeds of doubt on whether or not she was a capable of Saiyan or not. QSe0sdlt3d453d45
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Post by Retasu on Oct 4, 2018 20:58:32 GMT -5
The spinning elbow smashed into the girl, but not her face. Instead, her reaction time was faster than Serori had anticipated, using her hands to intercept the blow but still getting sent rocketing backwards at a rapid pace. Serori couldn't help but smirk, for multiple reasons. No sooner had Pecha gone flying away did she come bounding back, using a ruined pillar in the courtyard to slingshot herself back towards Serori with double fists slamming into the woman's chest, shocking her indeed from the actual power behind the blow and sending her reeling backwards some.
The smaller female's weight pushed onto her own, knocking her backwards and falling down with Pecha on top of her. "What are you doing, rat?!" Before she could get an answer, Pecha brandished a blade, slashing it towards Serori would let out a gasp of shock, bringing her arms up to deflect the attempts to cut her from ear to ear as best as possible, her highly durable gloves taking as much of the damage as possible, yet her skin became nicked here and there. "GET OFF OF ME, YOU IDIOT!" Serori would scrunch her legs up towards her chest, putting them between herself and Pecha, attempting to slam them into the girl and send her flying off. Whether it did any significant damage or not was irrelevant, as Serori rolled backwards and up to a quick stand to get away from the woman with the knife. "What is your deal?! Coming into a spar with a weapon?! Really?!" Serori's anger seeped from every pore, however she would regain composure, the little vein in her temple subsided as well. "Hmph. I suppose you can't help it, really. You'll need all the help you can get against me!"
With some blood dripping down her arms, Serori rushed forward once again to display her dominance over Pecha. Increasing her energy as much as possible, Serori closed the gap quickly between them and attempted to send a crushing blow to Pecha's gut in the form of a firm knee strike, rising up to slam the girl in her armored abdomen. If she could land the blow flush and double the girl over, Serori would slide up behind her, wrapping her right arm under Pecha chin, pushing it up against her neck while her left arm came atop her head to keep it in place, and with the height difference, she would try to lift Pecha off the ground and literally hang her with some sort of choke hold to knock her out. "HOW ABOUT THIS THEN?! I'LL JUST KEEP THIS LOCKED IN UNTIL YOU PASS OUT!"
Meanwhile, Retasu kept little interest in the fight while Karroto slipped on a Scouter over his ear, the blue lens focusing over one eye. Turning it on with a single press of a button he would let the machine scan the duo in front of him. Their energies fluctuated, however surprisingly it seemed like Pecha's Battle Power rivaled that of Serori, in fact they were basically equal. The older male just stood there, rubbing his grizzled chin in thought. "Hmmm...."
SERORI - 3d40 44/600 HP 6/6 GP ku7r1u_j3d40
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Pecha
Low Class Poster
Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d50
EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Oct 8, 2018 6:34:43 GMT -5
3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 529/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu Pecha knew strongly for a fact that flying into Serori and then throwing her to the ground ticked her off. Yet what even did it more so was the fact she pulled a knife out of the folds of her armor and intended to use it. She did by trying to slash up Serori's arms in the safest way possible only to collide with the fabric of her hard gloves. Pecha wanted to do more damage to her but quickly found the enraged woman railing on her about bringing a knife to this fight before Pecha found herself facing a knee to the stomach. It knocked the wind out of her a little and when she regained focus she felt Serori's rather impressive arms lifting her up off the ground and holding her in a choke hold. "GAH!" she cried in response knowing she was having her wind pipe crushed, "Great... to know... you respect my cheating... a little." Pecha then launched a kick down between the Saiyan woman's legs and tried to hit her pelvis. If she missed she didn't mind slamming into her inner thigh either. Anything to make this woman fall to her knees so she could escape an ever increasing suffocation situation was better than it by far. To make it easier she still tried to keep a bear like grip on her knife if she could and flung the arm holding it backwards. She hoped to stab Serori whether it be her ribs or stomach and wanted her to let her go by this means too if her kick did nothing to her. Pecha was going to break free no matter what even if she had to resort to biting. The problem was because Serori was behind her trying to knock her out with what humans would have thought was a deathly grip she couldn't aim well. For once, she thanked herself for being a Saiyan because beyond her unnatural durability she felt she was more like a half Saiyan or even a human at times. OLr9crmz3d40+5 3d40+5
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