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Post by Zeroth on Dec 7, 2016 21:16:35 GMT -5
The old saiya-jin's challenge had been everything Zeroth expected and more. For what it was worth and he would never admit this verbally, Zeroth felt a growing respect for Tartus now, the warrior having show the arcosian his worthiness. Zero would curse to himself, his left arm still hanging limply at his side, the ache in his shoulder a dull ache. He was hurt. Badly. In retrospect, maybe he could have just backed down when the injury occurred. He'd put himself at a handicap by not stopping when he did, and that wasn't a matter of bravery. Well, it was, but it was more of a matter of pride. Though he'd lost an arm, he still had a deadly weapon which came in the form of his tail. There was that. Blood seeped down from the wound in the shoulder of the Arcosian, a purple ichor mixing with the pouring rain that pounded down on the two warriors. The lack of oxygen caused from his now labored breathing had blurred his vision, and...what was this? Was the Arcosian, a frost demon, sweating? He'd grow lost in thought, and this would cause him not to notice the Saiya-jin dashing toward him at top speed. Caught off guard, he cried out in pain as he felt the Saiya-jin's boot connect with his upper right arm, falling down to a knee before feeling the point of his opponent's elbow being driven into his left shoulder. Feeling the world spinning around him, he would gasp as his back hit the ground hard, knocking the breath from his aching body...feeling his tendons wrenching and tearing under the pressure of the Saiya-jin's armbar. For a split second, Zeroth felt the urge to cry out in pain once more. He felt Tartus' ground attack being so effective, the Saiya-jin's strength incredible as expected. Rather than give up and let his arm be ripped off, Zeroth let out a ferocious, defiant growl and turned himself into the pressure. He'd managed to get one foot onto the ground, his thigh muscles straining as his free arm hooked one of Tartus' legs and began to bend of the knees and lift. Suddenly, Zeroth would let those very same legs fly out from under him and slam Tartus into the ground in a sit out powerbomb!
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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 9, 2016 2:48:13 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 15/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 13/20 | 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 9, 2016 3:08:59 GMT -5
Pain shot through Tartus's Torso as it slammed into the ground. His grip around Zeroth's arms faltered, the jolting of the impact combined with the pain causing through his core made it impossible to maintain the hold. Not that it mattered, even injured the Ice Dragon continued to find ways to surprise the low class warrior. An arm bar on an injured arm would have ended pretty much every fight Tartus had previously been engaged in. The longer this battle raged on, the more Tartus felt as though he was stepping into the unknown. Unfortunatly, this great exploration could only continue for so long. Every inch of his body protested, the wound on his shoulder was agitated with each movement. With the continuing rain it was hard to tell quite how much blood he had lost, but the bleeding wasn't letting up, so it was safe to assume it was a considerable amount. The familiar feeling of drowsiness stalked Tartus, though this time it wasn't because he had drank too much cheap liquor for once. The Saiyan knew he had only a couple more attacks left in him, maybe less if he took a big hit from the Ice Dragon. He had to make them count. Inhaling deeply, Tartus grimaced as his shoulder wound stabbed into his chest. The nature of Zeroth's last attack, a devastating powerbomb, had left both combatants at close range. Rolling backwards over his shoulders, Tartus planted his feet onto the ground into a crouched position. Bursting forwards like a spring loaded trap, the Saiyan bore down on Zeroth, both arms ready to strike. Right and left punches pistoned back and forth, despite his fatigue, his movements were still a blur. A bolt of pain ran through his chest as the shoulder wound tore slightly under the exception. Tartus grunted, flinching slightly causing his furious onslaught to halt. Realising he needed a little time and space, the Saiyan launched a powerful kick, hoping to knock Zeroth far enough away to give Tartus some time to breathe.
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 9, 2016 3:10:24 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 15/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 17/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 4 damage, go Zeroth
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 9, 2016 16:42:08 GMT -5
He took great pleasure in the fact that right now, he'd caused Tartus so much pain. But he could also feel his own set of problems bothering him, as his left arm hung limply by his side. The wounds covering the frost demon's body were no better off than the Saiya-jin's bleeding wounds, his own purple blood pouring down from them and dripping onto the wet grass below his feet. A warm feeling came over the arcosian's form...was he dizzy from the blood loss? Or was the pain getting to him? His legs quivered beneath him, but never would they ever quiver out of fear. Fear was something the afluent, powerful mercenary could ill afford to show and even if he did it would be overshadowed by a massive warrior's pride. Zeroth's "father" had taught him that the key to being brave was to take pride in one's own ablitzes and Zeroth had it in spades. He could very well die in this fight, but he would die like a man. Not a coward. He knew the onslaught was coming when he saw the Saiyan getting closer, and grunted as the Saiya-jin threw lightning quick punches which would connect hard. His eyes widen and he felt the air leave his lungs as Tartus' foot would send him flying backwards, feet scraping the ground, soon joined by the sharpened nails of his right hand. He fell to a knee, barely able to hold his head up...panting, he'd speak to Tartus. "Your power..." panting, pushing himself up..."is...impressive, Saiya-jin. I commend your skill...but.. I simply cannot allow you to win!"Every bone and muscle in his body begged for him to stop. His blood stained fists clenched and trembled, his eyes showing the immense amount of pain he was feeling...yet...Zeroth exploded forward by jumping into the air, flipping head over heels with his tail aimed at Tartus' injured shoulder. Keeping his momentum as he landed on his feet, he'd thrust his elbow forward toward Tartus' abdomen and follow up by thrusting the tips of his fingers into the Saiya-jin's throat. He'd hoped to cut off the warrior's airway, wanting to finish this and be victorious.
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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 10, 2016 6:51:55 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 17/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 17/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Zeroth rolled 2 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 10, 2016 12:45:37 GMT -5
Desperation was an emotion warrior Saiyan's trained hard to avoid, or at least recognise it approaching. A single act of desperation could easily lose a fight, many a warrior had learnt that lesson the hard way. Tartus however was severely lacking in discipline, decades of neglecting your training had a way of doing that. Technical ability would always be there, like riding a bike, you never forgot how to punch. But the almost instinctive ability to know when to throw that punch, or when to bide your time, that was a skill that required contact maintenance. As the desperation great within the Saiyan warrior, he didn't notice it. Instead he allowed it to take hold of his mind, forcing him to become more reckless. This battle was reaching its conclusion, and Tartus was speeding it up, one way or another. Before he could act however, Zeroth launched into his own attack. His muscular tail slamming into Tartus's open shoulder wound. The aging Saiyan howled in pain, unable to think of anything other than the overwhelming pain coursing through his body. He didn't even notice the subsequent elbow strike, and follow up attack to his throat. His guttural scream suddenly cut short, not because the pain had subsided, but because he simply couldn't breathe in anymore. Tartus clutched his throat, gasping for air, yet each laboured breath sent another blade of pain through his shoulder. The Saiyan's vision blurred, his mind felt faint, as though his body was reseeding into the distance. Without a second thought to the consequences, Tartus dug into his remaining reserves of energy. He was almost running on empty as it was, but if he didn't act now, he would pass out. Who could know what the Ice Dragon would do to an unconscious opponent? This could easily be Tartus's final act, an act of desperation, expelling whatever drop of power he had left. A faint aura burst into life around the low class warrior, not even strong enough to blow the falling rain away from his body. The energy flowing through the Saiyan's veins pulled him back from the brink of unconsciousness. Able to think clearly, he braced himself, before taking a deep breath of cool air. Pushing his feeble power down into his right hand, Tartus replied "Impressive?..... You too" each word was as laboured with each breath "win?....lose?...... it ends...... now!"The faint aura had dissipated around the aging Saiyan's body, only remaining around his right hand. A glowing ball of green energy flickered with Tartus's palm, barely holding itself together. Pointing his arm directly towards the Arcosian, Tartus squinted his eyes, he could afford to miss. As soon as the blast left the Saiyan's palm, his entire body felt as though it weighed hundreds of tons. He dropped to his hands and knees, gasping at the air with only just enough strength remaining to raise his head and watch his blast home in on Zeroth.
Attacking Roll: 3d26
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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 10, 2016 12:49:50 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 17/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 17/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 0 damage, go Zeroth OOC: Seen as I rolled 0 damage, you are free to write my attack as a miss, or you can block or dodge. Whichever you see fit! This miss may have just cost Tartus the battle, can Zeroth capitalise?
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 10, 2016 17:52:49 GMT -5
Desperation had begun to creep in on the Ice Dragon as well, and it was thanks in no small part to the Saiya-jin's never say die attitude. Right now, he'd hit the warrior with almost everything he had to give and the warrior still stood there, barely standing, but he was still standing. But soon, the warrior from Gokkano's red eyes would once again go cool. He knew that this wasn't an emotion he could afford in the heat of battle. Panting, down on one knee. Zeroth had weakened considerably in contrast to when he'd landed on the planet. He could hear the Saiya-jin's words to him and at first? They didn't register. His own mind felt like jello, his own vision blurred from blood loss and the sheer pain which wracked his body. But he heard it now...and it finally registered to him... "Win...lose...it ends now..." His eyes narrowed into slits and he thought to himself. He's right. It's time to end this. I cannot allow the old man an opening...and I need to win...I must fight as if my life depends on it...The warrior pushed himself to his feet, and drew upon that vortex of energy pulling from his insides, weakened a bit from before. He'd limp as he began moving forward, his right arm taking on a red glow as he neared Tartus, sweat pouring off his body... As Tartus' energy would fly forward at the arcosian, his mind would fly back to his warrior's instincts, and he'd spin to the side to avoid the blast as it would harmlessly slam into a rock structure behind him. Gracefully, Zeroth's right arm would fly up and his finger would point at the Saiya-jin's chest, firing off a very concentrated, very quick beam of ki. His last act would leave the arcosian drained, the frost demon falling to his knees...hoping the red arrow would strike true...
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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 11, 2016 3:18:27 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 18/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 17/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Zeroth rolled 1 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 11, 2016 5:53:41 GMT -5
Tartus's eyes widened in horror as his attack sailed harmlessly past Zeroth. This was exactly why desperation was so dangerous. Tartus had been so determined to pump everything he had into a single attack, powerful enough to end Zeroth without question. He didn't once think about whether it was the right time to do so. The Saiyan telegraphed the attack so much, it should have come as no surprise that the Ice Dragon was able to dodge it. The aging Saiyan watched as the world seemed to carry on in slow motion. His glowing green energy blast harmlessly floating off towards a nearby rock formation. Zeroth pirouetting through the air, his hand becoming engulfed in a crimson energy. Was this what it felt like to die? Tartus had heard stories, but none who really knew the answer lived to tell the tale. But surely this had to be the end of Tartus's story, even the thought of moving caused his body to ache in protest. Complete exhaustion rendered him unable to move an inch, helpless to stop his incoming doom. As his own energy blast erupted into a massive explosion, bathing Tartus in a green light, he stared at the silhouette of the rotating Arcosian. The feeling of helplessness infuriated the Saiyan warrior. If Garban hadn't demanded he train alone in the central wastes, he would have never met Zeroth. If Garban hadn't confiscated all of Tartus's vital drinks, he wouldn't have insulted the Arcosian to initiate the fight. Of course he couldn't place all the blame on Garban, only one person was at fault to his neglected training. Years of neglect, forcing his body to endure a never ending stream of alcohol. For that, Tartus only had himself to blame. Had he maintained his training, maybe he would have been able to edge out a victory today. Anger at Garban, at himself and at Zeroth welled up inside Tartus. The feeling of helplessness only fueled his anger further. Tartus though he was ready to die, in fact he had thought about it often. Yet now he was faced with the actuality of his mortality, he couldn't accept it. An honourable death is still the death of some drunk loser, it doesn't undo who he was. He wasn't ready to die yet, and worst of all, it could have been prevented had he not been such a drunken waste of space. The swelling anger exploded within the aging Saiyan, pure uncontrollable rage at his predicament. Somehow, a raging pool of energy flooded the Saiyan's body. It didn't make sense, Tartus had used every drop of energy in his last attack, how could he have any more? It was as though his anger had allowed him to access a store of energy locked deep down. The energy burned with fury, and like a flame, it's existence would be short lived. Zeroth's finger beam shot towards Tartus, suddenly invigorated he pushed off the ground, but he wasn't quick enough. The focused attack pierced through his thigh, sending a shard of pain through the Siayan. His rage allowed him to hold in a scream, instead gritting his teeth and growling. He was going to make Zeroth suffer, even if he wasn't really at fault, his anger didn't care. Landing on his one good leg, Tartus wasted no time in hopping into the air. Charging as fast as he could he closed down the gap to Zeroth. Starting with a quick combination of punches aimed towards the Arcosians face, grunting with each thrust. Then Tartus suddenly ducked, planting an open palm against Zeroth's smooth biogem in the centre of his chest. "Dodge this one!" he yelled as he released another powerful energy blast, this time at point blank range.
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 11, 2016 5:57:10 GMT -5
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| Dice | HP | Genki | Items | Tartus | 3d26 | 18/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token | Zeroth | 3d26 | 20/20 | 5 | 2x EXP Token |
Tartus rolled 3 damage, just, Tartus wins the battle! All posts from this point forward are for social points only. Feel free to continue if you like Zeroth , and thanks for a really fun battle!
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Post by Zeroth on Dec 11, 2016 12:45:03 GMT -5
He was drained of energy by now, taking solace in the fact that he'd caused the Saiya-jin just as much pain and fatigue as he himself now. As his finger beam missed it's intended target, Zeroth felt his hopes dashed quite a bit. This wasn't something he was used to, no. He never missed. His straightened finger bent at the knuckle once more and his good arm dropped to his side. He would take a knee as he looked down, eyes filled with shock.
But what happened next was a result of Zeroth being caught off guard. He felt Tartus' power rise as the Saiya-jin came into close quarters, the quick Arcosian doing his best to block the punch but stumbling backwards from a few. His eyes went wide once more as he felt his biogem touched, the warmth of Tartus' ki present...
"DODGE THIS!"
With those words, Tartus had fired the point blank blast and sent Zeroth flying backwards into a huge boulder, the rock crumbling around the Ice Dragon and forming a dust cloud. Covered in shards of rock and dust, Zeroth would try to rise...a large gash on his left bicep oozed his purple blood, and this combination of pain and blood loss would finally do it. Zeroth would stagger for a moment and finally...
Darkness. Zeroth fell unconcious...
(Thread Exit. Good spar! Loved it!)
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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 12, 2016 6:38:17 GMT -5
As soon as the blast left Tartus hand, he was hit with overwhelming fatigue. All the pain that had been pushed into the background by his all consuming rage, came rushing back. His leg, now sporting a bleeding wound from Zeroth's finger blast, gave out, unable to hold his weight. Having used every drop of energy he had, and even some he by rights shouldn't have had, even lifting his arms to arrest his fall was too much. Unable to offer any resistance to the force of gravity pulling him down, the aging Saiyan slammed face first into the mud.
He didn't know if his attack had hit Zeroth or not, he was barely capable of any degree of thought. Just remaining conscious was difficult enough, the fight was no concern anymore, just breathing was battle enough. His body was wracked with pain, every inch of his being ached, his shoulder and leg wounds stabbed and yet, he couldn't even muster a yelp in response.
It wasn't long before Tartus felt the embrace of unconsciousness begin to close in. He couldn't fight it any longer, he had given his all in this battle, and then gave a little more. For all he knew, he may never wake from this sleep, and for a brief moment that brought him peace.
An hour later, Garban soared over the central Wastelands. After communications with Tartus were cut, he decided it was best to find out what was going on. He fully expected to find the low class warrior huddled over a bottle he had somehow smuggled onto the training mission with him. Yet as he approached the last known location of his scouter, he noticed the pockmarked landscape below. Several craters dotted the ground, small puddles had filled up in them as the rain was only just subsiding. Spotting a body lay in the dirt, he decended, landing next to the face down solider.
"Tartus?" The squad leader said with shock.
Leaning down he rolled the unconscious warrior onto his back, he was still breathing, only just.
"Hmm, so you do have some fight left in you" Garban smirked as he surveyed the area for whoever could have done this to his squad mate.
Whoever had engaged in this brutal battle was long gone now, either vaporised at Tartus's hands, or moved on to another target. Either way it didn't really matter to Garban, as far as he was concerned this training session had turned out a whole lot better than he had planned.
Reaching up under his large cloak, protecting him from the rain, Garban initiated his scouters voice communications. "This is Garban, I have an injured soldier on route. Prepare a medical station" effortlessly, he scooped Tartus up, throwing him over his shoulder before taking to the sky, heading north.
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Post by Retasu on Dec 12, 2016 12:02:07 GMT -5
Great read, guys! Glad you both enjoyed the system so much. It only gets more fun from here. Tartus:Winner of Mass Spar EXP Earned: 338 EXP (Adding 30% Saiyajin Bonus) ... x2 EXP Token = +676 EXPZeni Earned: 130 Zeni from match, 28 Zeni from proctoring = +158 Zeni
Items Used: 1 - 2x EXP Token SP Earned: +2,066 SP NEW EXP: 776 EXP NEW PL: 3,880 PL NEW DICE: 3d40 NEW ZENI: 758 Zeni NEW SP: 7,048 SP Zeroth: EXP Earned: 34 EXP (Adding 30% 1st Form Arcosian Bonus) Zeni Earned: 10 Zeni Items Used: None SP Earned: +1,744 SP NEW EXP: 134 EXP NEW PL: 670 PL NEW DICE: 3d27 NEW ZENI: 860 Zeni NEW SP: 3,354 SP Adding now.
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