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Post by Retasu on Oct 15, 2018 21:04:10 GMT -5
Serori almost laughed from Pecha's attempts to break free, wriggling and kicking like some sort of weak animal attempting to get away from a predator, and she was the prey. "Heheh, that's right. Fight for your light, little one--oof!" One of the kicks would nearly buckle her legs, sending her to one knee and with likely enough footing to have her use some of that knife work on Serori once again. Sucking in on her teeth in dismay, the larger female let Pecha go just in time to have that small blade slice her on her arm, instead of any part that would be exposed of her midsection where Pecha intended to hit her. "Dammit, you little... ugh!"
Serori moved away, giving some space between them in order to check and see if she was bleeding. The blade did a nice number on her arm, but wasn't deep enough to cause any problems other than a slight, annoying sting every now and then. "How annoying, but a warrior like myself doesn't worry about scars. It's a part of battle!" She let out another laugh, firming up her stance before sending herself flying towards Pecha once again. Instead of rushing her head on, the more experienced warrior would leap over Pecha at the last moment, pushing off on her powerful feet and vaulting clear over her head. As she did, the upside down Serori would grin. "Run." She aimed both palms downwards at the girl and rained down as many energy blasts as she could, pointing and spraying without really aiming in her own arrogance. She had landed on the ground eventually, but both arms were still extended and firing blasts of ki in rapid succession without stopping.
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Post by Pecha on Oct 17, 2018 8:25:20 GMT -5
For a moment, Pecha felt happy about Serori releasing her after her efforts she even liked hearing her whimper from getting her arm slashed, but that all stopped after she had moved away from her to speak of her scar as a battle medal. Her stance quickly changed to an attacking one forcing Pecha to raise her hands to protect herself. She was going to blast her with energy beams as Serori charged her but instead found the bigger woman vaulting over her head. The young Saiyan's charging stopped. Energy rained down upon her causing her skin to burn she clutched her arms which were the least exposed to this attack and cried out in pain. The attack did not stop there though for Serori now behind her kept firing blasts upon her with no end in sight. "Crack! Crack!" hair line fissures appeared and resounded on the surface of her battle armor. Pecha needed to fight back before her defensive capabilities were lost. "I-I need to break the rules even more... cheat." She told herself. They were outside so she was sure no one would mind if she used her Oozaru transformation for fun. Power began to build up in Serori and as a means to start this transformation she put up an aura around her body of bright yellow light. It didn't reduce the damage being fired at her but it lessened the pain more than just standing around would. "Argh! Go my Power Ball! Make me grow!" She cried as she reached in her pocket, pulled out a small Blutz Wave generator and encased some of the energy surrounding her into the palm of her hand. She then threw both into the air and with both interacting a moon made of bright white light formed in the sky. It was likely to effect her and anyone else in the area, since they were all Saiyans, but she didn't care. She wanted to win this sparring match before she got any weaker so she stared into the sky with exuberance in her eyes. 3D40 (+5), 700 EXP, 463/625 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned Retasu Activating Oozaru Transformation with corresponding Transformation Item Zd0JKeGX1-100 1-100
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EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Oct 17, 2018 19:37:58 GMT -5
A demanding growth spurt filled Pecha's body with energy. Any curves or feminine features the young woman once had disappeared as she built up tremendous muscle across every square inch of her body. The body armor on her chest nearly exploded as she went from being a measly petite girl to someone nearly ten feet tall. Fur erupted all across her body and her hair on the top of her head disappeared in coat of hairs that began to cover her entire frame. A strange sound of "Rwaor!" escaped her lips as her teeth were replaced with literal canines and her head extended beyond its known limits to form the face of an ape. Her body then grew even more with her tail lengthening out to the size of a small car and her body slowly but surely reaching a maximum height of fifty feet. Her body then exploded with power as her toes and fingers took on the shape of gorilla's hands. It seemed her transformation, while brief, was done when she gazed down upon the group with red, beady eyes. While normally this would have been bad if she was a kid, Pecha was a grown adult and could still feel some control still in her body as it tried to slip away from her and go on a rampage without her consent. She swung an arm out that the length of one of the hallways they had exited from in the palace and said, "Serori... continue... fight. Peachy please. Pecha show power of herself she have in herself to you." It almost sounded like utter nonsense but essentially Pecha wanted to continue to train even though she was far bigger than Serori and see how she did with this stupidly disadvantageous situation. Then again, Serori could just grow herself to the size of Pecha and crush her but Pecha had plans to let her not do that. She swung her arm out once more and with the force of a jack hammer slammed the ground with her fist multiple times where Serori was standing. The whole earth around the palace would shake and with each slap Pecha slowly created a hole fifteen feet across and thirty feet deep. The woman then snorted and released a gust of wind down into the crater with her nostrils that had the force of a 50 mph wind tunnel behind it. If that wasn't enough, to add insult to injury she howled, "Serori weak. This training over." Before spewing out a beam of energy from her gorilla maw that deepened the hole another twenty feet and melted the walls inside it. She wanted to test if the annoying brute could be vaporized and if she could that was too bad. If not, well, Serori was going to be pissed and Pecha while she didn't want to fight wanted to prove this girl had no chance of winning even if she attained Oozaru state by simply looking at the same moon Pecha made earlier. It would only be a matter of time to find out her results and prove she was the best woman for Retasu hands down, even if she resorted to this method to win a training match. 3D60 (+5), 700 EXP, 463/925 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive & Defensive Equipment Owned & Oozaru Transformation in Use Retasu hAfEdGfv3d60+53d60+5
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Post by Retasu on Oct 22, 2018 19:36:27 GMT -5
Serori continued to pelt Pecha's much more feeble looking form with ki energy without any sense of stopping. Serori had to smirk, the girl seemingly just stood there and took it, perhaps trying to prove her overall toughness to her, and most likely King Retasu. However, during the assault Pecha had reached into her pocket and brandished another object, but this time it wasn't a knife. Instead, it was a tiny generator capable of creating and mimicking the same waves of an actual moon, which would help any Saiyajin with a tail transform into the dreaded Oozaru by absorbing said waves through their eyes. "Wha-What are you?! Don't tell me?!" The object was known well to Serori, as some members of the Royal Army had them at the ready for big battles, as not every one was capable of creating the same artificial moon naturally with their own ki energy.
As the machine was tossed and exploded, Serori halted in her energy blasts. "You idiot! You'll put all of us in harm! What if Southern scouts are near and look up, they'll come rampaging in our direction and we'll be screwed! Are you even thinking?!" The other concern was if Pecha could even control herself in that form. Seemingly she could.
Slowly but surely Pecha transformed from fragile looking girl to towering Oozaru, shadowing over all of them intimidatingly. Without much warning, giant, ape-like fists rained down in succession against Serori in a machine gun fashion, Serori doing her best to move away from them as they continued to try and squash her. Eventually, she'd lose her balance and a single, furry arm clipped Serori and sent her flying backwards, landing into the ground and creating her own crater instantly from the impact. Her body was nearly broken, but she refused to look upwards towards the artificial moon in order to transform herself. She had too much pride in herself and her own abilities, especially against a novice like Pecha.
Serori finally crawled out of her hole, groaning in pain. Meanwhile, Karroto and Retasu looked on, Retasu actually growing concerned once Pecha transformed into an Oozaru out of nowhere. "O-Oi! What the hell is she thinking! Maybe we should step in and stop this?" As Retasu stood up, Serori could feel the energy welling up within Pecha's body, snapping her gaze to Retasu and Karroto and holding a hand out. "NO! STAY BACK RETASU-SA--!" Her scream was drowned out by the sudden burst of energy blazing forward, swallowing up Serori whole and knocking her backwards even further, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.
Karroto looked on still, Retasu with a look of concern on his face still. Just what did this turn into. Eventually, Serori's body crawled up to a stand, smoking from the intense beam of energy overtaking her. Her armor was nearly ruined, parts of her body suit ripped and burned away with singe marks and blood over parts of her bare form that could be seen. She spit some blood and saliva off to the side, wiping at her lips after. "I-Is that all you've got? To think, you have to resort to transforming like this and you still couldn't put me away. You should be ashamed of yourself!"
With a burst of energy, Serori dashed forward before pushing off the ground and flying upwards, one first reared back. "I'LL SHOW YOU MY POWER WITHOUT HAVING TO TRANSFORM!" As she flew in a crescent motion upwards, she would try to slam that tiny fist into Pecha's giant, Oozaru jaw. With such a big target, it likely would hit but it would be how much impact was behind the punch that was the question, most likely.
SERORI - 3d40 Serori did not look up at the Artificial Moon, did not transform. She can look up at any time, to transform into an Oozaru... however she will have to roll to check if she is able to still attack in that turn if she does.
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EXP: 4,930
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HP: 750
SP: 1,350
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Post by Pecha on Oct 23, 2018 9:06:39 GMT -5
"Why would the Saiyans scouts come here?" Pecha posed to herself as Serori came out of the crater in the ground battered and bruised to complain about this whole situation. The frustrated young woman only sneered at Serori with her giant teeth as she stared down at her torn armor, her beautiful visage, and the honor she held in her heart. She was a model Saiyan unlike Pecha who had tried to be and thus far was not. "If I don't win this fight or do something impressive in it beyond what I've done here..." Pecha told herself, "Serori's going to take my man, get the highest ranking positions in our military ever and be at the top of everything once we crush those southern Saiyans." She felt extremely jealous and though she wanted to hit her back she first had to deal with Serori's counter attack. It was pretty simple to think she might fight back; the dark skinned woman did not look up at the moon, out of pride, and performed a flying uppercut into Pecha's giant jaw. There was no way to miss but because it was so huge Serori's knuckles hit tons of fat and muscle underneath her throat that made it impossible for Pecha to budge an inch. It still hurt like hell and Pecha was certain she'd not be firing a mouth blast soon after this but she still could fight. To counteract Serori's strike Pecha simply enclosed her body around her. She lowered her neck down to block her from above and reached her right hand up to grab onto Serori's whole body at first then her left leg and pull her out from under her weak spot. "Se-serori, nice shot but... I'm still kicking- yeah," Pecha gasped, "No stupid southern Saiyans can come here. It's the capital so it's very well defended." She was going to continue her fun and did so by squeezing her leg a little. A normal human likely would have not just broken it but probably needed it amputated from how much pressure Pecha decided to put in her squeezing efforts. She then threw Serori to the ground face up so she'd be forced to look at the moon hovering above them. Pecha wanted to fight her as an Oozaru. "Transform! Pecha want to show her strength to you! Oozaru and tricks is the only thing Pecha has to serve her king, her master, her everything. Plus, I bet you look so cute as one!" she announced making reference to Retasu no more than a few feet away from them as well as trying to taunt her foe. Pecha likely was in a situation that would seem treasonous to many but she didn't care as long as she got to show off to Retasu right now and put the snarky Serori in her place by fighting her on the equal grounds she wanted to. It was probably going to be very hard for Serori to transform now though for she was closer to being a pancake then ever before in Pecha's eyes. 3D60 (+5), 700 EXP, 416/925 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive and Defensive Equipment Owned and Oozaru Transformation in Use Retasu DDre5G633d60+5 3d60+5
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Post by Retasu on Oct 27, 2018 15:09:22 GMT -5
"GAAHHH!!!" Serori screamed out as her leg was nearly crushed under the weight of Pecha's giant monkey hand, roaring in pain before she was slammed down with a thud onto the ground. Once again, everything around the impact zone cratered and spider webbed out due to the sheer force. Serori was seeing triple at this point, her body throbbing with pain with her bones nearly broken. She didn't expect Pecha to have much tact, but she was using the increased power she gained from the Oozaru form to try to make quick work of King Retasu's personal guard. "Y-You little... brat." Her voice was a whisper at this point, flinching one eye shut while the other stayed open. She had vowed not to use the Oozaru form, herself, but Pecha was leaving her little choice. She didn't want anyone else involved and was likely to be crushed to death by the other female if she didn't transform. "You should... feel some pride knowing you had to push me this far. But... I'm doing this more so to protect everyone else, NOT to beat you.."
Her voice trailed off as her one open eye gazed up at the artificial moon above. Her body soaked in the waves from it, tail twitching and her heart rate increasing rapidly. She could feel the change happening rapidly. It didn't hurt anymore, she could remember the pain as a child when she first transformed, how much it took out of her to have to do it. It was all necessary, though, to be the warrior she was today.
Before long, she had grown to that fifty foot tall mark, covered in brown fur as an Oozaru. Her battle clothing had stretched with her, as it was prone to do. Standing, she felt slightly more invigorated by transforming, wiping her blood stained maw with a giant arm, her own blood before she had transformed. "You'll regret having to push me this far, WORM!"
OOZARU SERORI - 3d60 263/900 HP 6/6 GP Serori has transformed into an Oozaru. 3d40 --> 3d60 600 HP --> 900 HP Rolling 1d100 for turn check, need 50+ to attack 49 and under will be Pecha's turn. QwPPvdWq1d100 1d100
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Pecha
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Posts: 33
Race: Saiyajin
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EXP: 4,930
Zeni: 1,300
HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
Oozaru (+d20)
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Post by Pecha on Oct 28, 2018 17:48:08 GMT -5
Serori was a pancake. Pecha saw no two ways about that. She frankly wanted to continue to torture Serori but wasn't sure if it would kill her or not now. The woman barely moved in the new crater Pecha had made and could only just use her energy to keep an eye open and her mouth moving. It was a sad thought that this was the extent of Retasu's body guards. It's why they were losing the war. They should have all just decided to do what Pecha was doing now, and if they had control of themselves, walked to the southern Saiyan portion of the planet and blasted it to smithereens. It would end the war so quickly if they pulled it off as a suprise attack. Unfortunately, it took forever to break through her fellow Saiyans' honorable shells and only just now was Serori looking up with one eye at Pecha's Saiyan made moon with a body that didn't function anymore. With her big ears she listened to her transformation with glee and watched it carefully with her eyes. She heard the definitive, loud thump of her heart and felt for sure this wasn't going to kill her. Serori's body grew in a monstrous way similar to Pecha's and when she eventually reached the same height as Pecha looked at her with a great fire in her eyes. "Hey, what was your problem? You call me a worm but you're-you're a damn turtle when it comes to getting to this point." She announced pointing a finger the size of a bicycle in her fellow ape's direction. It was beautiful to finally see Serori the size of a skyscraper and ready to do battle with Pecha as a giant gorilla. Pecha didn't see the problem with using the form either of them was currently using as it was natural and a way to impress their king many feet below them. The only issue was it seemed to give her foe energy but made her slow in Pecha's eyes in comparison to her. "I suppose it's chalked up to the fact she's a fatty and I'm a rather lean, petite Saiyan." She thought to herself as she referenced Serori's height and muscle mass. The young Saiyan woman then, out of spite, threw her left paw forward and slammed it across Serori's left cheek. A shock wave erupted from the blow shaking the palace foundation below them as she used her other hand to grab the left side of her face and hold her steady. She didn't want Serori falling over and killing Retasu or any of his family members before their times; much less wrecking the palace. Finally, Pecha lashed out her tail and as if to add more support to the woman's massive ape form attempted to wrap it around her gut and squeeze it. It'd be exposing one of Pecha's major weaknesses but with Serori's body so beaten up she felt her annoying enemy might take far more damage as she used own tail to constrict her. Pecha wasn't satisfied though with her attacks. She did a rather drastic thing that someone like her wouldn't normally do and slammed her big ape head forward into Serori's face. The blow her hurt a bit as she mashed her forehead against Serori's skull but she was certain Serori felt the blunt of this plus what Pecha had already done to her. Pecha wanted to do more to hurt her because she found her foe to be so slow now but felt her head was spinning as she pulled it away. "Serori, you alive?" she asked in a booming voice. "I'm going to beat you up some more you slow monkey." 3D60 (+5), 700 EXP, 416/925 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive and Defensive Equipment Owned and Oozaru Transformation in Use Retasu q0p003eN3d60+5 3d60+5
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Post by Retasu on Oct 29, 2018 20:07:16 GMT -5
Now fully transformed, Serori let out a snarl herself at the sight of Pecha before her. Both were at their full power, as it were. They were likely setting off Scouters and other Battle Power sensing technology all around the area, but Serori's goal was to end the battle before it all go too out of hand. With Pecha's left fist coming forward, it'd smash directly into Serori's own giant maw, sending her reeling some. Her goal was to get them out of the Imperial Tower's vicinity as much as possible, doing a decently good job of it in fact when Pecha continued the offensive and wrapped her tail around Serori like a whip, pulling her abruptly and smashing her head with a well place headbutt. It broke skin, causing a small trail of blood to trickle down between glowing red eyes. Serori let out a grunt, in pain but able to withstand the attack somewhat. "Enough talking."
Her voice, much like Pecha's, was booming now. With the two of them so close to each other, it actually gave Serori the advantage to counter attack, being the more skilled of the two due to her own training. Her own head slammed forward, smashing it into Pecha's with great force and reckless abandon. The goal was to get the girl to untie her tail from around her own waist. She'd even go as far as to reach for it and grab it, moving to pry it off of herself. If she was able to, depending on how well trained Pecha's tail was would determine the girl's reaction to her tail being grabbed, or attempted at being grabbed. Either way, she'd use the attempt to free herself, before sending a right fist soaring directly into Pecha's own maw, retaliation for the left hook she drilled her with just a few moments ago. "You're way in over your head, girl! You'll never defeat me, especially in this form! Your best chance was to try to keep me from looking up at the sky, not encouraging it!"
With one final attempt at putting this spar at its end, Serori would conjure up as much of her ki energy as possible while opening that giant maw. Huge, sharp teeth were bared before an orange beam of ki was fired from her throat, along with a booming roar, aiming to slam into Pecha and send her off somewhere, hopefully unconscious so she'd fall out of the Oozaru transformation.
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EXP: 4,930
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HP: 750
SP: 1,350
Transformations:
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Post by Pecha on Nov 6, 2018 10:33:51 GMT -5
Serori wasn't done with combat and neither was Pecha. That much was clear after the punch, strangling, and head butt she'd give her. It was clear in Pecha's mind defeating a fellow Oozaru wasn't going to be easy as she found Serori not up for talking and instead headbutting her in the face. Pecha stumbled back and a number of Saiyan citizens still in the area trying to check their scouters began to run as she stumbled back and stepped on not one but two houses when she let go of Serori with her tail. She soon felt Serori grip her tail and while it caught her stopped her from doing more damage it wasn't pleasant to have her tail held. She then froze in fear from this act and the right fist hurtling into her face. "I-I'm sorry..." She whispered knowing full well her own big, clumsy feet had probably killed some people in the sake of training. She wasn't able to go on beyond this point with fighting for soon afterwards an orange beam shot into her body and sent her flying to the outskirts of the city. Her shadow loomed over a large parcel of the land before she plummeted down near its outskirts and cracked a mountain in half because of the shock waves she produced. "Huff! Huff!" she gasped finding her breathing to be labored even though her lungs were close to the size of small buses or trains. Her whole body began to shrink after this and soon a groggy Pecha stood up and looked around. She eyed both the damage behind her and the damage inside the city and began to cry. "I-I'm just like that girl or woman from the south!" she screeched covering her face with her own hands and weeping. Rumors of Beefa's existence had reached some ears of Saiyans in the north. She was a strange young lady more youthful than Pecha or Serori but with an indistinct desire to kill any Saiyan it seemed whether or her king's side or not. It was disgraceful for this was not the only problem she had. She didn't listen to anyone but the king usually and unlike pure blood Saiyans her possible Oozaru form wasn't anything close to a real Oozaru. Some didn't even think she had one but yet still had the power to kill skilled users of them potentially with something else. Pecha didn't know why she was thinking of such a lass but it was likely due to the fact she was just as destructive now. If Retasu or Serori approached her with their people she'd simply look them in the eye and utter, "Please... kill me before I dishonor real Saiyans even more." She wanted to end her life for all the stupidity she just caused all because she wanted to seem better than Serori in Retasu's eyes. Note: I'm going to end our spar here if that's all right. Retasu
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Post by Retasu on Nov 10, 2018 16:13:17 GMT -5
Her mouth blast seemed to connect fully, knocking the large, raging Oozaru woman backwards enough to send her out of range of the false moon she had created. However, Serori would not let up so easily. A rage bubbled up inside of her, as well, wanting to make sure this girl new her place. As Pecha hid her eyes from the bright, pulsating ball in the sky her body shrunk to normal, her form changing to a regular Saiyajin once more. Serori did not allow herself to go without being within constant view of the ball, reaching down in an attempt to scoop Pecha up in both massive hands.
"NO! You wanted this, worm! You will see this through!" If she could hold Pecha in her hands, she'd force her to look up at the false moon again, holding her up and facing it. "OPEN YOUR EYES! FINISH THIS BATTLE, OR DIE IN MY HANDS!" While holding onto the girl, Serori would squeeze, hard enough to get some sort of reaction out of her at least. Should Pecha look back up at the moon, she would likely transform again.
OOZARU SERORI - 3d60 316/900 HP 6/6 GP Mh8cClaL3d60 Pecha has one more chance to fight. If she wanted to continue with the forfeit the fight is over on her turn.
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Post by Pecha on Nov 13, 2018 18:31:33 GMT -5
Pecha withstood as much pain and agony as she could but after taking a beating, getting blasted, and now trapped in a bone crushing grasp of her opponent's Oozaru form she didn't feel like she could continue. Still... Pecha found the will to do so as Serori shouted at her and made her look into the moon she created. Pecha wished to close her eyes but she was scared to do so on account that Serori might pry them open with a painful method using her gigantic fingers somehow. At first, Pecha felt wimpy and weak like at the start of the battle and seriously wanted to cheat to get out of actually fighting anymore but she felt her heart pound greatly beneath her chest as her body bathed in the moonlight. Animal instinct took over and very slowly Pecha would feel her power rise and her muscle increase five, six, no seven times their size. She continued to grow until she felt hugely encumbered by a body frame weighing close to two tons. Somehow she found the strength to move within Serori's hands and pushed out with an ever expanding body that grew a giant mat of hair across it and distinct gorilla features. By the time she was done a huge monster stood before Serori, having pushed her way out of her grasp and cried, "ORYAH!" in a menacing yet invigorating tone. The Oozaru Pecha became beat her chest and with a fire in her eyes turned to face Serori to finish her battle. She was tired but she was going to win this match. Nearby she could hear Saiyans gather who had not been crushed by her trying to get a glimpse at this crazy event. They half expected the two gorillas to destroy the town like their combat showed prior to this but Pecha carefully floated over to Serori against her better judgment and with her big paws aimed strong palm slaps across the sides of her foe's face. "I'm still in this you dolt," she mumbled, "You dumb pig. I'd like to die by your hands but then how'd my Retasu fair in your care?" She snickered at this as the hair across her body raised and an aura surrounded her strengthening the slaps to epic proportions. If these slaps hit a mountain they wouldn't just take out one mountain but maybe maybe an entire range worth of them. Pecha was pretty sure if she hit her foe hard enough she'd win the fight and shut up the motivational mumbo jumbo a person as devoted to Retasu like her did not need. EVER! Though... if he said it she'd totally accept it. She was weak as hell now and she felt it but she wasn't going to stop until Serori was a pancake on the ground. 3D60 (+5), 700 EXP, 191/925 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive and Defensive Equipment Owned and Oozaru Transformation in Use Retasu 1KCk4ZzT3d60+5 3d60+5
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Post by Retasu on Nov 19, 2018 22:08:55 GMT -5
The great ape laughed as she had forced Pecha to transform again, stressing the weakling's body even more with forcing a second transformation in such a short amount of time. Though she had to admit, Pecha was putting up a decent fight and it made Serori quite eager to continue. It was the bane of their species, they were all mostly completely obsessed with combat. "That's it. Transform again and show me what you're---" She was halted in her words as the Oozaru Pecha slapped her across her large face, causing Serori's head to snap to the side somewhat from the force.
Before she could react, another slap had made contact, this one with enough force to send Serori's large form reeling backwards, in an almost comedic fashion for such a being so large. Her head throbbed, catching herself from falling completely over as a large hand went to her simian-esque cheek and hold it. "A-Are you serious?! You are a Saiyajin! A great warrior race! And you use our incredible power to do that?!" She was filled with rage, growling loudly at the audacity of such an attack. Her hand lowered, spitting off to the side a sizeable wad of saliva and blood, careful not to hit anyone with it. "Don't worry how King Retasu would be without you around. He'll be taken care of JUST! FINE! RAAHHH!"
She would have to do what she could to take Pecha out. It seemed the once lithe, weakling of a woman was not quite the opponent. If nothing else, she worried about her own credibility as a warrior if she were to be defeated by a glorified house keeper! Serori roared out, leaping up into the air as high as that large frame would go before coming down with both massive hands clasped together. Aiming downwards, she'd attempt to spike those fists directly into the top of Pecha's own large skull, drilling down into it.
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Low Class Poster
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SP: 1,350
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Post by Pecha on Nov 24, 2018 18:59:11 GMT -5
Pecha couldn't believe her ears! Not just because her head was wringing from a powerful double-fisted blow to her skull cap, but because Serori took it upon herself to outright claim Retasu for her own. That's what it sounded like to her as her head fell against her chest and her breathing became heavy. She imagined terrible things after this as her whole body remained frozen in place. Pecha's mind wandered into the thoughts of Serori dating Retasu in something that wasn't battle armor, marrying him, laying with him in his bed, suddenly having his kids, and then being the all around ultimate mother of the world's most powerful Saiyans as she raised them into powerful killing machines. She grit her teeth at the idea and with the powerful hands of her Oozaru form attempted to reach other her hands and grip Serori's wrists with a powerful, breaking force. She thought back on her petite form and knew as a Saiyan she wasn't strong nor well trained for battle. She might have been beautiful to some but without strength most Saiyans spit at their brethren. Not once in her life had she held any real prestige either which made them turn away since she had no honor to her name. The fact she was even here allowed to fold Retasu's laundry or clean for him was a shock and something she was not about to give up as it could at least get her within his radar. Sadly, the poor girl knew that even if she gripped to the dream of Retasu getting help and then her being paid in kindness ten fold for offering it to him her master plan of loving him might never work. Male Saiyans of his standing still loved strong women and even though she exercised here and there she never found herself able to retain any muscle or bulk up like other female Saiyans if she tried. She truly wondered if she was one of their kind or worse... barely a half Saiyan. Pecha's grip would tighten on Serori's hands if she didn't manage to get away in time and to add to her pain she tried to throw out her right knee to knock her around. Pecha could not embarrass herself in front of this soldier she wouldn't hear the end of being a slave, servant, etc. to the empire if she lost. She wasn't strong but maybe she felt she worked harder than the pompous primp trying to hurt her here. 3D60 (+5), 700 EXP, 123/925 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive and Defensive Equipment Owned and Oozaru Transformation in Use Retasu AXGWP0h43d60+5 3d60+5
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Post by Retasu on Nov 26, 2018 18:39:29 GMT -5
It appeared that Pecha still had enough strength to withstand a crushing blow like Serori had dealt, partly because Serori didn't put much force behind it at all. In reality, she tried to, but she felt herself getting fatigued from this battle. The very thought of it made her sick, really, more so than any other thought she would be having. To have a low class, non-fighter type Saiyajin push her as far as she did, it was unthinkable. Her feelings were naturally split in two. Part of her was proud to bring out the best in someone like Pecha, the other part was disgusted that it got this far. She could feel the grip on her wrists getting suddenly tighter, enough to nearly crush her bones as Serori let out a bit of a roar of pain, only to have a knee drilled directly into her stomach to send her flying backwards. The power seemingly coming out of nowhere!
Serori landed in a heap, gripping her stomach as she sat up with a grunt, eventually coming to a full stand. "Tch! Wh-What the hell...?" Did the girl suddenly gain some kind of Zenkai power boost? But she didn't even heal, so that wasn't possible. Just how did her power spike up so high. The attack was so powerful that it even sent Karroto's Scouter beeping as he checked the level of it. Beside him, Retasu sat a bit more interested than he was before at the two female titans. "She's giving her a run for her money, isn't she?" Was all the Northern King said towards his uncle, but keeping his eyes on the fight. "It appears she is. It's quite peculiar. I would even think to say they've been evenly matched this entire time in strength, but Pecha's lack of combat skill is holding her back. She's using her raw power now, it seems. I don't want to say Serori's at risk here, but..." He trailed off, just as Oozaru Serori dusted herself off quickly.
"Worm! Don't think because you got one lucky hit in that you have a chance in this fight! I'LL CRUSH YOU!" She was embarrassed now, her own emotions running wild. A large piece of rubble was taken into both hands, hoisting it high over her head and sending it rocketing towards Pecha's form, this time Serori had very little regard for their surroundings just as Pecha had earlier. It didn't just end with one piece of rubble, Serori continued to grab and throw whatever she could at Pecha's own large form as often as she could do it.
OOZARU SERORI 3d60 564/900 HP 6/6 GP 4WB6ypwZ3d60 3d60
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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 Nov 27, 2018 9:01:34 GMT -5
Pecha didn't like getting pelted with boulders especially ones that now made her bleed as badly as she was now. She could feel the blood from her body run down her arms and legs in droves as she used them to catch and block her vital organs rather than get pelted there. Behind her citizens ran for their lives now not wanting to get hit by this crazy fight's debris. She wasn't sure what anyone around her was saying now due to her injuries and hearing loss but it didn't stop her from trying to block all the incoming long range attacks that she could. She let out a roar and with all her strength ran through the barrage of rocks to assault her foe. She could have healed but Pecha was too angry to do so right now. She wanted to finish this fight and the best way was to slug Serori across the face. She hoped to do so and decide the fight but the power in her arms felt weak for some reason as she rushed out to extend her arm forward in this attempt. Her time was likely up but she prayed Retasu was impressed even though... no, it it was important this was a battle over him! He had to be content! 3D60 (+5), 700 EXP, 29/925 HP, 6/6 GPNote: LV. 1 Offensive and Defensive Equipment Owned and Oozaru Transformation in Use Retasu XqW7gelw3d60+5 3d60+5
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