Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 29, 2016 11:49:55 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 3/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 3/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Absol Zeroth rolls 3 damage, go Tartus
OOC: Just in case you didn't know, you don't have to perform three attacking actions in your post. Each dice doesn't correlate to one attack. Instead the total damage off all your dice equal whatever attacks you used in your post. So feel free to use just a single attack, or combinations of more that three should you see fit.
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 29, 2016 15:33:56 GMT -5
Tartus couldn't help smirk to himself as he watched the Arcosian sail through the air. The Ice Dragon may be powerful, but clearly he was no match for a Saiyan warrior, very few in the universe were. "Me? Oh I'm just getting warmed up" Tartus boasted, that trademark arrogance affecting even him. Within moments Absol was charging towards Tartus, sprays of rain water flicking from his heels, or at least where his heels would be were he a Saiyan. Even though Tartus could see the attack incoming, his arrogance caused him to become complacent. Reacting too late, his feeble attempt at a block was nowhere near as Absol's fist slammed into his stomach. "Urgh. .." Grunted Tartus as the air was forced from his lungs. His body creased over, with Absol's fist still burried in his gut. A cough escaped the Saiyan's lips as he gasped, attempting to take a breath. For a brief moment, Absol's fist withdrew from Tartus's gut, allowing him to take half a breath of air before a knee slammed into his nose. Tartus's head snapped backwards as a spray of blood splurted out of his nose. Without a second to attempt a recovery, the aging Saiyan was hit once more, this time by the Arcosians tail. Then impact threw the low class Saiyan backwards, slamming face first into the ground. Mud kicked up into the air as Tartus's limp body dug a trench through the sodden Earth. Rain continues to beat down, the pattern patter sound of the droplets bouncing off the back of Tartus's armour could be heard as the Saiyan lay motionless, face down in the dirt. Eventually the Saiyan's body began to move, first lifting himself onto his knees, before finally standing up. Looking almost like a shadow, covered in a layer thick black mud, only the creeping patch of red below his nose gave the illusion away. The rain would eventually wash the mud away, but it wouldn't remove the humiliation. Not only had he been hurt, but his already limited pride had taken a hit. He had underestimated the Ice Dragon, a mistake he would not make again. Suddenly the Saiayn burst into life, charging head on towards his target. He drew back a fist, telegraphing a punch, but it was just a distraction. Hoping Absol would steady his balance to defend against the charging attack, Tartus unexpectedly jumped. Flipping up over Absol's head, he would grab out, attempting to catch hold of the pair of horns sticking out of the Arcosians head. As he continues to flip overhead, Tartus would yank his arms forward. If his plan worked, he would pull Absol up into the air, flipping him backwards over Tartus head, before slamming face first into the ground.
Attacking Roll 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 29, 2016 15:43:42 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 3/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 5/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolls 2 damage, go Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 29, 2016 17:09:51 GMT -5
The Arcosian's pride had always rivaled that of a Saiya-jin warrior's since he was a child. It was made quite apparent by the never say die attitude exhibited, and the low chuckle that rise from his chest as he watched Tartus laying there, watching the rain droplets bounce off of the Saiya-jin's black armor. "How does it feel, Tartus? How does it feel to be outmatched and outclassed by a lowly alien?"His feet pressed the grass down as he slowly walked toward the downed Saiya-jin, arms stretched out to his sides, tail swishing behind him. "Admit it. You have been bested by the Ice Dragon. You Saiya-jins have a bad habit of underestimating your foes, a deadly habit in this case." He saw Tartus beginning to move. He saw Tartus stirring, and his red eyes narrowed into slits, a sneer forming under his mask. "Stay down, you old bastard...pft...so damned stub-"Before he could finish his sentence, he felt himself instinctively throwing his arms up to block a punch. Steadying himself, but unexpectedly the Saiya-jin would grab the Arcosian's horns. Absol would be flung through the air, his body slamming into the ground with a hard THUD!!! "Grrrrr..." he growled into the ground, the torrential downing beating down on his sore body. He's beginning to really piss me off...it's time I put an end to this facade. With that thought in mind, the Arcosian pounded a fist into the ground. His aura would flare outwards and as he made it to a knee, a deep red energy would surround his right hand. "....you want to play rough, you monkey? Fine...TAKE THIS!"His thigh muscles flexed and his crimson aura became a blazing swirl of energy. He lifted off the ground, pulling back his glowing fist, then thrusting his hand forward to fire off a wave of blood red energy at the old Saiya-jin. He would show him the power of the Ice Dragon!
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 30, 2016 14:27:32 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 6/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 5/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Zeroth rolled 3 damage, go Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 30, 2016 15:02:11 GMT -5
Now it was Tartus turn to look down on his opponent, and it sure felt good. As did the rain, gradually washing away the mud from his body and the blood from his face. "It seems I'm not the only one to underestimate their opponent" Chuckled Tartus. As much as Zeroth berated the Saiyan for his arrogance, he was just as guilty. As the Arcosian began to rise to his knees, a blood red aura began to emanate from his body. Tartus stepped back, not sure exactly what he was witnessing, but he knew it would be big. The aura grew in intensity as Zeroth rose to his feet, until eventually the Ice Dragon was surrounded by a raging torrent of flaming energy. Tartus's eyes widened, his heart rate began to quicken as he anticipated the incoming attack. A slither of fear made it's way down his spine, freezing the Saiyan in place. As Zeroth released his powerful Ki blast, Tartus could do little more than throw his hands up in defense. As soon as the blast made contact, he knew his block would be useless. The torrent of crimson energy slammed into his hands, searing away at his flesh in the process. The low class warriors feet burried into the mud as he struggled for grip. Try as he might, he was unable to slow down the blast. Letting out a roar of pain, his elbows buckled, allowing the energy blast to slam into his body. Intense pain ran through Tartus's entire body, the smell of burning flesh filled his nostrils. All the while the blast pushed the Saiyan backwards, his feet no longer making contact with the ground. The blast pushed Tartus through the air like a rocket, until eventually slamming his body into the side of a cliff face and exploding, shaking the earth and crumbling the cliff in the process. Smoke and dust filled the air, rising skywards like a signal to anyone nearby. Even with such a display of violence it was unlikely Tartus would receive backup. The central Wastelands were just too sparcely populated for anyone to be close enough to notice the giant explosion. Seconds passed by as the cloud slowly began to settle, no trace of Tartus could be seen. Inside the dust, Tartus slowly pulled himself out of a pile of rubble, burried several feet deep. Blood continued to drip from his nose, but now it wasn't the only place. His Saiyan issue armour had been obliterated from the waist up, the skin beneath charred and blackened. His right shoulder sported a gaping wound, although it looked bad, it wasn't likely to cause his to bleed out anytime soon. The aging Saiyan knew the fight wasn't going to well, he could feel the tables slowly turn against him. He was landing hits on the Arcosian, but he was taking massive damage in the process. For a moment he wasn't sure how to progress, the Ice Dragon had proven himself to be dangerous at range and close up. Suddenly he burst to life, charging through the air like a blur. The dust swirled behind his form as he zipped through the air. As soon as he appeared out of the dust, he quickly locked onto Zeroth. Within an instant he was on the Arcosian, his hands raised high above his head. He wasn't attempting to land a punch however, instead Tartus had brought something along with him, a lump of rock. Pulling his arms down with all his might, Tartus attempted to slam the rock down directly on top of Zeroth's head.
Attacking Roll: 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Nov 30, 2016 15:03:52 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 6/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 8/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 3 damage, go Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Nov 30, 2016 19:31:46 GMT -5
Pain. This was a four letter word brought forth by those of the universe to describe an unpleasant feeling. To some, pain was an end all be all, something that could stop a man in his tracks. However, to some, pain was a driving force. Pain only made some become stronger and angrier. Every creature in this universe felt pain. How they reacted to it set them apart from one another. Zeroth felt pain shooting down from his brain to his extremeties like any other man. He was like any other man, the bruises and abrasions showing the true mortality of the Ice Dragon. Water sliding down his chest as it rose and fell would drip to the ground, the Arcosian a bit winded from the fierce fight with Tartus. Doubt. Could he let this emotion creep into his psyche? He had never doubted himself before. He was a bit apprehensive and to be honest, he wasn't sure why. He'd killed stronger warriors with less effort than this. But this guy? He was....he was...good. His train of thought would be interrupted by the sight of the larger Saiyan jetting toward him, carrying a large rock effortlessly. He barely had a moment to react as the Saiyan would raise that rock high above his head, and less time to react as he felt the rock shatter into pebbles, the smaller pieces falling down his neck and shoulder blades. Colors. Zeroth saw a rainbow of colors in the darkness as his feet felt like rubber, and moved around clumsily beneath him. He felt his very core swaying back and forth, his mind a scrambled mess of thought as the pain in the back of his head felt like a burning fire. Perhaps a concussion? He wasn't a doctor...but the stars and bright lights filling his vision would cause the Arcosian to assume that he was injured. With a deep breath, he steeled his resolve. He knew that he couldn't allow another such attack to happen and would place a foot behind him, pushing himself backwards. His eyes flew open and the Ice Dragon would let out a roar, pumping both fists in Tartus' direction, a barrage of bright red ki blasts moving toward the Saiyan. He needed to put some distance between the two of him, and hoped such a scatter shot would do just that! Attacking Roll: 3d26 5SBQpcTD3d26Tartus 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 1, 2016 0:51:53 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 9/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 8/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Zeroth rolled 3 damage, go Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 1, 2016 16:51:59 GMT -5
As soon as the rock made contact with Zeroth's head it began to shatter. A testament to the forces at play, that a solid chunk of solid rock could crumble when used as a weapon. Both warriors were far beyond the limits imposed by nature, the energies flowing through their bodies fortified them to the point that nature itself crumbled in their presence. Even with the almost impossible resilience, the duo weren't invulnerable. Zeroth seemed to be suffering after the impact, barely able to keep himself upright as he swayed around. Seeing his opponent weakened, Tartus decided to press his advantage. Throwing the remaining chunks of rock out of his hands, the Saiyan balled his hands into fists. But before he could even make a step towards his opponent, Tartus found himself suddenly bathed in a crimson glow. The low class Siayan tried to dodge, but at point blank range his attempt was futile. The pair of energy blasts impacted his chest in unison, exploding in a brilliant red fire. The aging Saiyan's body was sent flying through the air once more. He felt as though he had been hit by a space ship, his entire chest ached even to breathe. Fighting to arrest his flight turned out to be excruciating, but eventually Tartus managed to get himself under control, bringing his feet gently down to the ground. The low class warrior panted heavily, each breath was accompanied by daggers digging into his lungs. His face contorted into grimace, as much as he tried to hide the fact that he was hurt, he just couldn't hold it all in. The gaping wound on his shoulder probably didn't help his cause either. "Impressive....*pant* my turn now" Grunted Tartus, albeit far less intimidating than he had hoped to be. The Saiyan's hands cupped slightly, as though he was holding a pair of invisible balls. A faint glow began to form in the warriors palms, slowly growing in intensity. Continuing to pump more and more Ki into his hands, Tartus gritted his teeth. The pain from earlier faded into insignificance against the concentration needed to pool that much energy. The energy balls swelled in size, pushing out against Tartus's fingers, beams of light green light shone through the gaps, bathing the warrior from both sides. "LET'S SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT, DRAGON" Yelled Tartus as he strained to contain the energy he had collected. Raising both arms in unison, Tartus slammed both hands together, combining the energy into a single, highly unstable blast. The instant they combined, the newly formed blast shot through the air like a bullet. The pale green orb of destructive energy heading directly towards the Arcosian.
Attacking Roll: 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 1, 2016 16:54:00 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 9/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 11/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 3 damage, go Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 1, 2016 23:34:49 GMT -5
Having put distance between the two gave Zeroth something invaluable to an Arcosian. Time. Zeroth had plenty of this precious resource, for what it was worth. Perhaps his over two hundred year lifespan was a testament to his fearlessness as he knew that he couldn't die from old age. He was a King in his own right, a King of Space. He couldn't be killed by the vacuum of the darkness of deep space. His eyes narrowed into red slits and flashed with a searing sense of determination. He'd be damned if this Saiyan would kill him. As a young child, the warrior known as Zeroth the Ice Dragon had been taught one valuable lesson. Be it spar or death match, both were to be treated as the same. Right now, he watched the old Saiyan bolstering his power, gritting his teeth under the mask covering his sharpened fangs. This...this he knew would show him the extent of the low class warrior's power. Though he could see the hole in the warrior's shoulder, almost smell the man's thick, warm, and coppery blood...he knew this wasn't over yet. The Arcosian had just the slightest bit of physical exhaustion as he panted slowly, his head pounding from the earlier concussive blow. His vision was still slightly blurred, but he could see it...the bright flash of green light hurtling toward him at full force. The attack would split the ground enroute to the Arcosian, who would plant his feet deeply into the ground. He'd grunt as he threw his arms up in an X and the attack struck him hard, knocking the Arcosian backwards as he groaned in pain, the smell of his burnt flesh filling the air. His aura would flare as he fought the attack, his tri toed feet digging deeply into the ground, dirt kicking up around him. The attack would finally subside in a bright flash of light, and the singed Arcosian would fall to a knee, his left arm hanging by his side. Growling, coughing up blood, he'd address Tartus. "I...will not...-cough- ...allow you to beat me!" The pain was incredible, his entire body pulsating with this nagging burning. Pain was fine. Bleeding was fine. Giving up? Out of the question, and he'd push himself to his feet and dash forward at Tartus. Throwing his good arm forward to knock Tartus backward, he'd dash after the warrior and hop, his foot connecting with the warrior's chest to send him flying upward, spinning and aiming his tail at Tartus, throwing his weight into the last strike.
Attacking Roll: o1RQP4b33d26Tartus 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 2, 2016 7:44:09 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 12/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Absol Zeroth | 3d26 | 11/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Zeroth rolled 3 damage, go Tartus
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 7, 2016 14:48:18 GMT -5
The Ice Dragon was certainly proving himself to be an intimidating opponent. Few people could take a hit from a blast that size and survive. Luckily for Tartus, Zeroth hadn't survived completely unscathed. Most importantly, the Arcosians left arm hung limply by his side. If the injury was severe enough, the extra limb advantage Zeroth's tail provided him had just been neutralised. It was decisive enough for the Siayan to consider the battle won, but it could be enough to swing it in his favour, as long as he pressed his advantage that was. However I seemed Zeroth had other ideas. Seemingly unfazed by his injury, he charged towards Tartus. Suffering blows in quick succession, the aging Saiyan found himself first knocked backwards, before being sent airborne. Finally the powerful tail of the Ice Dragon slammed into his side, sending him crashing back down to Daikondu. The tail strike connected directly on his kidney, sending a throwing ache through the Saiyan's body. The subsequent impact with the ground was strong enough to bury Tartus in a small crater, kicking up dirt into the air. The low class warrior rolled onto his back, rain pattering at his face as he looked up into the grey and foreboding clouds overhead. This wasn't an unusual position for Tartus, although normally he was using the rain in the vain attempt to sober up as he lay in some gutter. Although this situation was no more pleasant, he could at least feel a degree of pride in it. If he were to die here, he could die happy in the knowledge that his death was far more honourable than his life. But that would only be true if he fought to the very last, if he gave every ounce of effort in his body. An honourable death could not be achieved if he simply lay back and gave up here and now. Expecting a follow up attack, Tartus launched himself into the air, closing the gap between the two fighters as quickly as possible. Deciding to press the only advantage he knew he had, Tartus concentrated his attack on Zeroth's injured arm. Starting with a powerful kick to the Arcosians upper arm. Hopefully the blow would land with enough force to send the Ice Dragon flailing backwards through the air. Tartus would chase down his target, breaking Zeroth's momentum with an elbow, aimed towards his left shoulder. Moving quickly, Tartus would attempt to wrap his legs around Zeroth's shoulder, locking his injured left arm into an arm bar. But his aim wasn't to get his opponent to submit, instead the Saiyan wanted to rip the limb from its socket.
Attacking Roll: 3d26
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Tartus
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Saiyajin
Dice: 3d41
EXP: 828
Zeni: 768
HP: 53
SP: 10,806
Transformations: Oozaru
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Post by Tartus on Dec 7, 2016 14:51:31 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 12/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 13/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 2 damage, go Zeroth
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