Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 8, 2018 20:47:03 GMT -5
While he'd managed to save his skin, he certainly hadn't saved any face. Being the only operative sent to a foreign world carried a lot of restrictions; one wrong step could incite war. These restrictions were beginning to frustrate the Durian greatly, but it still hadn't robbed him of his sense. He was here with a long and taxing job to do, and calling out the King in the middle of a battlefield surrounded by a swarm of backup would have been stupid. Instead, he had taken a blow to his reputation instead and took off before his mission ended well before it had even gotten started. After a field report, he had been instructed to beat down any scouting parties in the central wastes while he honed his skills and sought an appropriate place to plan construction of a forward base. In a short time from the present, he'd be receiving the first wave of his green recruits; greener than he'd like, even. Fighting a Saiya-jin had proved to be quite unlike any other challenge he'd encountered so far. Through skirmishes with scouting parties and his own training circuit to help supplement his growth in strength, he'd clawed his way to a level capable of stomping on ''Elites'' of their people, self-proclaimed or otherwise. It was time to make a move. The more solid and rooted his position before the greens arrived, the better. In a clearing surrounded by tall stones, Kiwano clutched a Saiya-jin by the throat with one arm and held him in the air. ''North 'er South, brother?'' ''Wh-what!? Ack-~!'' His grip tightened, causing the runt's eyes to water. ''N-North! Ack! Ack!'' His legs began kicking in panic before the Durian bruiser softened his grip. ''Open a channel to that pretty-boy King o'yers. Share yer coordinates. We's gonna have a little chat, him and me! Do it!'' Opening his free hand, a bronze-colored light began to emit from the Kiwano Force leader's palm. Pressing it closer and closer to his prey's face, he'd smirk as he began babbling into his Scouter. ''Th-this is Scout Parsli! Location is Central Wastes! Sending location! Th-there's a big spiky guy out here, he's got me captured! The rest of the unit's unconscious or dead! I don't know what he's planning, but- UAAAAAGGGGHHHH!'' The Durian then jammed that flaring palm straight into his cheek, burning the side of his face and scarring it before chucking him into the dirt. Stomping over, he'd rip the Scouter off his ear. ''Y'might want to hurry, bub. I'm startin' to get bored.''SMASH!With a squeeze of his fist, the Scouter shattered into useless plastics and components. Parsli had served his purpose. He'd leave him scarred, sure, but he wasn't gonna kill him. That is, unless, the King found himself too busy to show up.
HP: 645+50 (Racial) for 695 total. 3d43 KP 6/6 XP 1213
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Post by Retasu on Jan 10, 2018 21:20:19 GMT -5
The one who had saw himself as the true King of Daikondu had never stopped training, never stopping attempting to make himself better than all those who came before him. Out in the large expanse of the royal grounds, the entire surrounding area had been being rebuilt, the young Saiyajin known as Retasu was in an intense sparring match with one of his top soldiers. The two exchanged blows at lightning speed as other watched on, placing their bets as to which combatant would come out as the winner. A cocky smirk formed on his face, midnight black mane pulled back into a ponytail of sorts as thick strands of hair fell forward in front of his face some. "Really, Betsu, you need to try harder than that. Don't tell me you're holding back because I'm your king?" Retasu and Betsu had created some space between them, both garbed in the same bodysuit and white vest armor, marking their status as Elites, though it really didn't count for much with the planet in the shape it was in. The King's opponent let out a chuckle and showed a smirk of his own, a bit older and more battle worn, it appeared, than his royal highness. "Don't worry about me, sire. If this was a few months ago, I'd say you were telling the truth. Your power has grown quite a lot since then. Why, it's probably double than when that Totoma guy showed his face around the first time. I can't wait to see the smile on those Southern bastards' faces when we come raining death and destruction on them!" Retasu's face contorted a bit, looking more serious than previously as he gave a slight shake of his head in disagreement to his sparring partner's words. "Regardless of all of that, this is still our planet. Whatever the outcome is, our goal is to make sure we don't completely tear the planet apart, as our ancestors did to their planet before this. That's the goal. Now, come at me!" Retasu's stance would be planted firm as the opposing Saiyajin glided forth with a yell putting his King on the defensive as his fired off a barrage of fists in his firection, Retasu weaving and blocking as many of them as possible to try to find an opening.
"Retasu-sama! Retasu-sama!" The sound of another could be heard, running towards them holding a hand over his scouter, a look of concern on his face. Retasu and Betsu would stop their sparring, both shooting the man a confused look. "I bet those Southerns have shown their face again!" The other shook his head and instantly responded. "I-I don't know! We got a message over Parsli's line, saying to come to the Central Wastes right away. Then he screamed. Then, then another voice came on, didn't say who they were just to hurry." Retasu's frown said it all. It was either a Southern attack or something else. Daikondu was housing a lot of offworld travelers these days. Was it possible that this was one of them. He held out his hand to take the scouter from the messenger, placing it over his ear, the blue lens covering a single eye. "Betsu, with me. And only Betsu."
Without saying anything else the King and Betsu's forms began to hover off the ground a bit before rocketing off in a bright flash of blue energy in the direction the scouter told them to go in. Both men were pushing themselves to the limit in order to reach their destination as fast as possible. As they got close, Retasu's scouter beeped and blinked, paying attention to what the small screen was showing. "We're getting close. Only two power signatures. One is definitely Parsli, the other is..." The number kept rising, as the other battle power was closer to his, and very few on this planet were that strong. Had Totoma returned, and gained more strength? His mind raced, as the one thing he had wanted to do was best the man in battle, but never had gotten the chance. Eventually, they'd arrive on the seen, landing on the ground to the sight of a Saiyajin writhing in pain on the ground and a Durian, the same one Retasu had chased off a little while ago. At the sight of the N-PTO member, the King in the North nearly growled, Betsu's expression wasn't much softer than his King's. If anything, he looked even more upset. "The last time we met, I thought I told you to get the hell off my planet and tell your organization to think twice before ever stepping foot on it again. Don't tell me you've found some courage just because you're a little stronger than before."
"A little" was an understatement, as his power was near Retasu's at this point. Double from before, to say the least. Parsli continued to writhe on the ground, Retasu nodding his head to Betsu, in order to retrieve their wounded comrade. Betsu made his way over, keeping his narrowed eyes on the Durian the entire time, reaching down to help the Saiyajin up on his feet, slinging an arm over his shoulder to keep him from falling over. "Sire, just give me the command and I'll vaporize this stinking piece of garbage right here and now."
Retasu has arrived! 3d47 / 2,653 EXP / 705 HP
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 11, 2018 13:04:18 GMT -5
A few short moments after ridding himself of Parsli and leaving him to writhe on the ground in shame, the Durian had found himself a nice large rock to take a seat on. Brandishing his own Scouter for a moment, he was confident that this wouldn't take very long. He kept his eyes to the sky and tapped in a few buttons on the side of the device, setting it to an auto-scan setting so he'd have plenty of warning on who was going to show up. He wasn't entirely sure what kind of leader the King was, but he was confident that he'd show himself. Sending someone else to do his dirty work didn't exactly seem like his kind of style. When the Scouter finally did dial in on an energy signature, he found himself surprised. Only one? It definitely wasn't the King's, either. For a moment he'd thought he had been mistaken. The power approaching wasn't quite at his level, but it was a good degree higher than most of the other monkeys prowling about this dust-ball. A few quick beeps later, the Durian smirked. There he was. So he'd brought somebody with him, eh? Safety in numbers and all that, maybe. It'd be a little discouraging if he'd brought backup, but this was the King's home territory after all. It's something he'd have to account for going forward. He'd watch carefully but clearly amused when the pair finally showed up, the King's tag-along hurrying over to Parsli's side. The King reiterated his earlier warning from the time they'd met before, causing Kiwano to laugh. ''What a riot ya are! One to talk about havin' guts when you're backed by an army of apes. Mighty easy 'ta make threats when i'm outnumbered a swarm to one. Well I got news for ya, partner. There ain't no army here this time. Just me...'' He'd thumb to his own heavyweight form, then turn a finger to point to the King. ''An' you. Looks to me like a good 'a place as any to do some catchin' up.'' With a toothy grin, he'd remove his Scouter for now. Not much sense letting the thing get in the way when he could already see his Highness in the flesh. He'd hop down off of his rock, his heavy form kicking up a thick puff of soil and dust as he landed with a loud thud. It looked like he could count on the King's entourage to get that scout back to safety, and then it'd just be the two of them. All according to plan. He'd dismissively wave a hand at Betsu after his threat. ''Yeah, yeah. Tell ya what, bub? How's about ya take yer crispy friend over there and hightail it? The big boys are talkin'.'' He'd turn his attention back to Retasu, intent on completing his earlier response. ''A little stronger, ya say? Just how outdated is the scrap y'all are workin' with around here?'' It was interesting, though. Was the King trying to bluff? Surely if he was so much stronger than Kiwano, he wouldn't bother wasting his own precious time and would have sent his escort in to fight. It would have been a stupid decision, but it was an important clue.
HP: 695 3d43 KP 6/6 XP 1213
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Post by Retasu on Jan 13, 2018 17:35:25 GMT -5
Betsu did not take too kindly to the Durian's comment, nearly dropped Parsli on the ground in order to rush over and take the being on. Though, Retasu simply rose his voice a bit before Betsu could even speak on the matter. "Take Parsli back, make sure he's taken care of. I'll handle this." Though he was speaking to Betsu, those cold, black eyes stared directly at Kiwano, one behind the lens of a scouter. A gloved hand reached up, removing his own as he tossed it idly to the side. Betsu lingered for a moment longer before nodding slowly, beginning to levitate off the ground and leave the area back to the North. "I mean what I said. You may be stronger compared to the last time I saw you, but you still aren't much. I know your kind, you're about at your limit if I had to guess." The young King showed that bold, Saiyajin nature once again, still his vision never leaving Kiwano's form. "Looks like it's just us two then. I doubt you're here to just talk, but I'll give you one last chance to say what's on your mind. Not like it will matter to me at all, anyway."
His right fist would slam into his own left palm, curling around it in order to crack his own knuckles in an almost crude way. He was almost certain there would be little talking of substance going on, if at all. That brown tail of his would waver behind him slightly before coming up to wrap around his waist, in the classic manner when a Saiyajin was about ready to go into battle. "I'll tell you this, though. If you have something to say, spit it out quickly. I've got to make arrangements to send your ugly head back to your superiors when I'm through with you."
Though typically poised and collected, Retasu generally displayed the aggression every full-blooded Saiyajin showed towards their enemy. This Durian chose to be his enemy, rather than collect his things and run with his tail tucked between his legs like he should have during their initial meeting.
Now, the King in the North would make him regret it.
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 16, 2018 20:53:43 GMT -5
The Durian watched in amusement as Betsu looked about ready to drop his dead-weight into a pitiful heap just to take a swing at him. He relished the thought; he would have enjoyed putting the stubborn monkey in a shallow grave. Just as it seemed something was going to happen and the King's assistant was about ready to hit his boiling point, the King interrupted, firmly ordering the other ape to take the crispy one and get lost. Confidently claiming he'd ''handle this'', Kiwano watched the King remove his scouter as the monkey's assistant hesitated before leaving. Kiwano smirked as a goodbye with attitude, then turning his gaze to his primary and now only target. Folding his arms as the Saiyan continued to flap his gums, he'd shake his head slightly. Just more of the same with these barbarians, wasn't it? Too weak for them this. You're at your limit that. You can't match me and blah blah blah. ''If yer tryin' to talk me down, partner, you're all outta luck. And clearly you don't know as much about ''my kind'' as ya think ya do.'' With his next statement implying that words weren't going to matter, he nodded. It was about time he could find even a shred of respect for the little punk. The both of them knew what they were here for, and simplicity was underrated. He'd watch the Saiyan slam his fist into his palm, tail tucking around his waist and a firm curl. ''Nah, i'm done talkin'. I think ya realize by now that i'd rather spend that time kickin' yer sorry ass!'' With that closing statement, the Durian would widen his stance before lifting his right leg high and stomping it down in a style resembling Sumo. His right hand's knuckles would rest on the ground in front of him, while his left arm was drawn back closer to his body, palm up, with hooked fingers; a strange marriage of a grappling and striking discipline. Poised and ready for combat, he'd narrow his eyes to focus on even the slightest movement the King was intent on making.
Initiative! 1EMjeef51d100
HP: 695
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KP 6/6
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Post by Retasu on Jan 16, 2018 23:12:03 GMT -5
Eyes narrowed a bit more at the Durian's bravado, though he couldn't help but smirk at it as well. He knew that this one was stronger than before, his power rivaling his own. Even with that in mind, Retasu found nothing about this threatening nor dire. Instead, his pure, Saiyajin blood boiled with excitement over the prospect of actually fighting someone who could keep up with him, someone who would give him a good enough fight to display all his fighting prowess with. Someone who was an enemy, and that he didn't have to really hold back on. He'd make sure to work the Durian good. "Are you sure you don't want to say anything else? This is likely your last chance to ever speak again."
With Kiwano setting in his stance, Retasu would do the same. Lowering himself down somewhat into a semi-squat position, left arm would be up and near his face as a source of blocking, the right arm cocked somewhat back and to the side, ready to strike. It was the fighting position of most Saiyajin who were taught the "Elite" way of fighting. Not many were properly trained in such arts, specifically any of Retasu's ancestor's before him. This was something that he was made to learn while training with his uncle and other retainers growing up.
The wind howled a bit, swirling dust up between them and they both were poised and ready to strike. Just who would make the first move?
Init Roll Ss3h1X9Q1d100
Retasu: 3d47 | HP: 705/705
GP: 6/6
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Post by Retasu on Jan 16, 2018 23:18:39 GMT -5
Without waiting another second, the Saiyajin King would rush forward in a blur to make the first strike and have this Durian regret the very decision to face him one on one. Retasu's body was nearly a blur as it moved all around, from left to right, forcing Kiwano to search for him with his eyes, or any other method, in order to best defend himself from the Saiyajin's attack. As the space between them got smaller, Retasu would make sure to keep using his speed to move in and out his vision as much as possible. He was betting on the fact that the Durian was larger than he was, so he would be slower and unable to keep up.
"Materializing" to the side where his right fist dug into the ground, Retasu could be seen sweeping a leg to impact with the side of Kiwano's head in an attempt sweep kick that head clear off. Again, the Saiyajin was betting on his speed going up against Kiwano's, and with that "sumo" stance Retasu's bet was that the hardest part of his shin would slice directly into Kiwano's face and head before he could make a move to defend otherwise.
Though, Retasu did respect this being's power for sure. All of his attacks in his skirmish would be as lethal as possible. He did not need the Durian gaining the upper hand in this bout at all, and needed to take care of him as soon as possible. Clocking his large, spiked head off his shoulders would be a good way to do that, for sure. "HEEYAAHH!"
Retasu: 3d47 | HP: 705/705 GP: 6/6 C_Gbgf2d3d47 3d47
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 22, 2018 12:33:58 GMT -5
The Durian would hold strongly to his last choice of words. Narrowing his eyes as he continued to focus on the Saiyan King, he would find himself humbled yet amused as his opponent's body flickered from view. Shimmering between locations in a series of blurs, he'd seen this technique before; most opponents he fought typically sized him up with the thought that attacking him head on was a pretty bad idea. If he had to guess with the way the King was moving, he was going to strike from a flank. Interesting. It was a common strategy against his bulky, heavyweight body. The patterns were quickly beginning to make sense, and he was confident in a fifty-fifty guess. Throwing his weight down onto his knuckles, he would push up and off of his planted twist to meet Retasu's kick at his flank. His arm braced against the offending limb, soaking up much of the force before it finally broke through and tagged him across the face. His head whipped back, although he held his ground. Thanking his Durian skeletal structure and its famed durability, he'd roll his jaw quickly to distribute the pain more evenly. As the kick followed through its motion with the recoil of his head, he'd lash his grappling arm upward and attempt to coil his fingers around the Saiya-jin's foot. After, he would reel him in and attempt to use that same freakish skeletal structure offensively, as well. He'd go for a headbutt right to the King's nose, hoping to stun him for a brief moment, before folding his arms and then lashing them back out in a two-handed cross-chop to either side of his neck. He'd finish off by taking a powerful step forward, extending an arm to attempt to slam his forearm into the King in a powerful lariat. If he had his way, he'd carry him hanging off of his arm straight into the nearest boulder!
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HP: 640/695 GP: 6/6 3d43 3d43
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 22, 2018 12:37:39 GMT -5
As the Durian threw out his heavyweight combination of attacks, he saw a glaring moment of opportunity! It was time to dish out some pain! Carrying the King forward on his arm, he'd rush toward the nearest boulder until just before contact. Hurling his body off of his arm right toward it, he'd attempt to bound him off of it wrestler style before throwing a heavy punch at his stomach to knock him straight back into it. He'd then reach his arms down, attempting to grasp his opponent in a fireman's carry before lifting him up high! ''ISAGIYOKU SHINE!'' (ACCEPT IT AND DIE!)
''HUAAAAGGGGHHH!''He'd then jump upward before using all his might to hurl him down at the huge stone, attempting to shatter it with his brute strength fueling his mighty seismic toss of the King's body! So fervent was he in the beginning of this fight, he could almost hear the roar of the crowd again!
on|rSE7m3d43 HP: 640/695 GP: 6/6 3d43 3d43
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Post by Retasu on Jan 22, 2018 21:28:55 GMT -5
"Ha!" An excited warrior cry came from deep inside of him as that swiping kick slipped through the Durian's heavy guard, snapping against that thick skull and face despite a valiant attempt at blocking it. However, that durability of the Durian race made itself known almost instantly. Thick fingers gripped his booted ankle, much to the young King's surprise. "Huh?" Before Retasu could even properly react to the grab, his body was pulled forward quickly, that harder than diamond skull slamming directly into Retasu's own face, sending his head snapping backwards with a loud grunt. His eyes closed tightly, his nose feeling the sting and pain of that attack, along with the rest of his face. Had he been a lesser being, Kiwano's skull might have gone clean through his own head, in a most gruesome manner which was more frightening to think of than anything.
Unfortunately for Retasu, though, he didn't have much time to think of anything at all.
A heavy chop to to either side of his neck caused the Saiyajin's body to spasm as he landed on his feet, arching his back instantly in pain before a heavy arm pressed against his neck, aiming to lariat him away. Retasu's body kept hanging against that arm, getting clotheslined directly into a boulder, smashing the entire thing to smithereens in the process. Retasu's own body would rag doll off the boulder as it exploded, that armored gut unable to fend off a deep rooted punch to it, doubling the King over. All the air knocked out of his lungs, spit and air flying out as his eyes bulged outwards just a bit. "Ugh!" Kiwano's onslaught was proving to push Retasu right from the beginning it seemed. He'd find himself picked up on Kiwano's shoulders shortly after, his body driven right into another large boulder, reducing it to mere rubble in the process.
The Durian was likely proud of his attack, as well he should be. Retasu's body lay crumbled and nearly broken within that rubble, barely moving and barely breathing. Eventually though, a finger or two would twitch. Those Saiyajin cells begging him to pull himself up, that the fight was not yet over, in fact it was just the beginning. Slowly, Retasu would come to sit up, attempting to get to one knee before finally coming to a full stand, rubble and dirt falling off his form as he stood there hunched over. His breathing was a bit heavier, catching his breath after such an assault. "Heh, I have to say, that was great. I haven't been pushed that hard in a while, and right off the bat." He'd stand up straight now, a smirk on his face, as well as some blood seeping out of the side of his mouth. A blue, sleeved arm came up to wipe it away from his lips, rolling his neck some. He was trying to keep composure, but he was definitely in pain. "You'll quickly find out, though, that you'll need to push me even harder than that if you want to defeat me. Haaaaaa!!!"
Another war cry escaped him, calling out to his power as it swirled around his form. He would need to do all he could to recover from this, a full on assault as both arms would shoot forward in a machine gun motion, firing off as many blasts of ki as possible towards Kiwano, his only target. A lot of the shots were intended to hit, but many of them missed, hitting the ground and boulders around them, causing a plume of dust to rise up and around Kiwano.
If Retasu could use that to his advantage, when the dust settled, he was already high above Kiwano with both palms aimed forward, connected at the wrist in front of him. "HAKAI HOU!! HAAAAAA!!" From between his palms a huge, pillar of ki was fired with the intent to completely engulf Kiwano in the energy and send him deep, down into the Daikondu earth, while causing as much damage as possible in the process. He was using his trump card right out of the gate, it wasn't something he wanted to do but this Durian was already proving to be more problem than he wanted to deal with!
Retasu: Used Super Attack (+d10) Hakai Hou -- Attacking Dice 3d57 -1 GP
3d47 | HP: 586/705 GP: 5/6 lGRRyBZj3d57 3d57
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 30, 2018 17:09:58 GMT -5
As soon as the Durian's skull cracked against his foe's head, the elation of a good fight began to send his blood racing through his veins. He'd gotten a firm grasp on a new and much more potent strength since arriving on this planet, and right now was the first time he'd truly been able to put it to the test. This was the mightiest of all monkeys on this little dust-ball they called home, and he was about to crush him into the dirt! Both vicious chops arrived at their striking points at either side of the neck, causing the King to recoil and leaving him wide open for that charging lariat! Bursting forward and tackling into it with all of that weight bolstered by feverish momentum, he carried him off to take advantage of the sudden onslaught of attacks against his foe. Using a boulder as a tag-team partner, his war cry echoed out as stone shattered against the King's body. Heaving excited, ragged breaths, he figured this fight was finished. Curiously peering down at the very pained looking being, he would take a few steps back and catch his breath. It had been a while since he'd mounted an offensive that taxing, and he'd let himself get a bit carried away. Eventually after a few moments, he noted the King begin to twitch. That was when he felt a small amount of respect; that kind of toughness and will wasn't something you came across within hundreds of opponents, and maybe there was something more to this guy than being some royal brat that liked to flaunt his station, not to mention his mouth. Upon standing, his opponent actually complimented him. Blinking in surprise, it took him a moment of processing to form an answer. ''Sounds 'ta me like ya underestimated me, pardner. Maybe now you'll take this a tad more serious!'' He certainly intended on pushing him harder. With his blood running hot as fire, he felt like he was ready for anything! The King roared, his battle energy encircling his form in a small tempest. What was this now? ''Hoh...?'' Within seconds, a volley of what seemed to be suppressing fire was loosed in a mad volley in his direction. Tossing up those huge arms to cover himself defensively, a good margin of them tagged the environment around him, blinding him, while a smaller portion singed against his arms leaving behind small wisps of smoke dancing into the air. By the time the dust settled, he found himself unable to locate the King without his Scouter. That is, until, he squinted against a bright light of energy. A huge pillar of energy had just been released his way, and by the sounds of it, some sort of trump card. Digging in his heels and taking his sumo-esque stance once again, he'd watch and prepare as it closed in; it seemed this King not only packed a good punch, but also had a mind for strategy much like Kiwano. Flaring up his energy from within, the dull bronze glow would leak from his body like a calm flame as it reinforced him from the inside out. His bones hardened just that much more, and his skin and flesh began to toughen and tighten.
If he didn't brace for this, he was going to be in big trouble. As the huge pillar of light closed in, Kiwano stepped forward confidently to meet it, slamming both palms against it and growling!
Defensive Structure Used! Blocking Attack!
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HP: 640/695
GP: 6/6
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
None
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Post by Kiwano on Jan 30, 2018 17:22:32 GMT -5
''Hrrrk~....HRRRRRGGG....''The Hakai Hou had crashed into Kiwano's defenses. Having boldly stepped up to match it, his hands locked firmly in place as he forced the blast into a long-standing stalemate. Growling and roaring, he'd wrestle with the construct as smoke and dust billowed from around its soon to be impact zone. Holding it back with all of his might, stone began to break loose from around his feet as the power of the blast disintegrated loose rocks and pebbles into nothing but dust. A small crater began to form around the Durian as he sank lower and lower, when finally, an even brighter flash of light marked a detonation. With one final defiant roar, the Durian would squeeze his hands around either side of the cannon, almost as if he were attempting to squeeze the very life out of it. Then, it detonated, resulting in a large thunderous explosion with an impressive cloud of smoke. For a few moments, all was silent. Within the cloud, the Durian was heaving stressed but relieved breaths. He'd managed to compress the explosion to under half of its original potency, and he didn't dare think what kind of condition he'd have been in had he taken that head on. What he needed now was a plan, and fast. With this billowing cloud of smoke serving as a screen, it allowed him a moment, and only a moment, to think if he were going to use it to his advantage. Focusing his energy into his leg muscles and feet, he'd crouch down briefly before rocketing upward; if the King were still there, he had something in mind for an aerial opponent! Blasting upward with newly formed light burns and singed hands, he'd tear through that pain to deliver it right back on his foe! Using his launch to fuel a flying uppercut, he'd attempt to bury his hardened palm right into the King's gut. If he caused him to keel over, he'd lift him power bomb style over his head and attempt to chuck him straight out of the air and into a nose dive headed for the ground! ''You almost had me there! Too bad for you that Durians are the toughest sons-a-guns in the N-PTO!''
Damage Reduced from Hakai Hou! 37 Damage Received.
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Post by Retasu on Jan 31, 2018 21:51:22 GMT -5
"RAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" The mighty war cry of the King continued to come, echoing out through the barren wastelands of Daikondu as various natural structures and formations began to cry and disintegrate before his mighty power. As the energy continued to leave his body he could feel to clash against something, rather someone, stopping the full explosion from occurring. The bastard was tough, that was for sure. Beads of sweat began to trickle down Retasu's face, clenching his teeth together tightly and baring them. Eventually, the energy would collide completely with the target, exploding on impact allowing the young King to halt his assault. Breathing heavily, a bit of a smirk formed on his face, wiping some sweat from his brow as he looked below him. "Got you." The explosion pushed anything in its path in all sorts of directions, rubble falling from the sky as a thick plume of smoke rose from the ground, hiding the destruction he had caused.
But then, that heavy figure made itself known once more. A look of shock came over Retasu now, watching as the Durian rocketed upwards towards him with a heavy fist buried into his gut once again. He wasn't fast enough to react, still working through the shock of seeing Kiwano, or anyone really, able to withstand his strongest attack! Air and saliva burst from a wide open mouth, before the Saiyajin was hoisted up and kept in place, forced downwards to the unforgiving ground below via Kiwano's power bomb attack. Colliding with the earth, it was as if a megaton bomb exploded, causing as much destruction in the surrounding area as Retasu's own energy based attack! The Durian's power was down right frightening at this point, Retasu completely unprepared for this though his pride would never allow him to admit it. Rather, he knew just how strong the Durian was from his scouter reading, but he could never allow someone else to help him against an opponent near his own strength, which is why he sent his brethren away. Now his Saiyajin pride was causing him nothing but physical pain.
At some point after the impact, Retasu had rolled away from the wreckage, seen down on one knee, looking worse than before with the scratches and blood marks on his face. His armor already ruined, as well, scratched and marked up. "Damnit! He's a bruiser, if I ever saw one. Likes to use his fists and grapple. I need to keep my distance... Or maybe that's what he's expecting." His sleeve came up again to collect blood from his lips, coming to a stand as he eyed down the brute before him. Without saying anything, offering only a scornful expression, the Saiyajin erupted forth again, rocketing off in a glide and zeroing in on Kiwano. Both arms extended, showing glowing orbs of ki within them. Rather than fire them at the Durian, however, Retasu would quickly aim both palms downwards and fire them to help propel him upwards in a spinning leap behind Kiwano. If he could manage to, his body would glide forward again, crashing a knee deep into the armored spine of Kiwano, keeping it there for good measure. "I don't like to attack from behind.... usually, but you're beginning to piss me off so much I'm forgetting all sense of honor here." The words were said through grit teeth as both arms reached out to lock around the Durian's head if he managed to still remain behind him securely.
Left arm would dig under that thick neck, while his right arm hugged the top of that spiked skull and wrenched in a classic move: A SLEEPER HOLD! Was the King a fan of the art of wrestling as well?! Regardless, Retasu would even leap up and latch his legs around Kiwano's heavy frame, attempting to weigh the brute down even more. "I think you need a nap, Durian!"
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Feb 6, 2018 22:54:45 GMT -5
There was nothing sweeter in that moment than the satisfaction Kiwano felt at seeing the shock on the King's face. But he'd released the ace in his sleeve, right? Surely, nobody could have hoped to stand up to that. Except the Durian himself. Years in the ring toughened him, and years of service after the draft had done so even more. The Saiyajin wasn't contending with an average soldier. Kiwano would be a general some day, and when that day came, he'd meet this boy king on the field of battle again. But for now, he still had plenty of lessons to teach him from this battle alone. His palm found a brief home in the King's guts, almost feeling the ball of air rocket from his body. Quickly seizing the momentary advantage and hoisting him up, he'd bark excitedly. ''Let's you'n me go for a ride, pardner!'' He'd hurl him toward the ground with all his might, following closely to make sure this one was gonna hurt as much as he hoped it would. Landing a few steps away from the King's impact point, he'd carefully walk up to inspect the damage. The King was certainly looking worse for wear, but the Durian had faith he wasn't quite done for yet. What surprised him was the Saiyajin rocketing straight for him at the drop of a hat. ''That ain't gonna work on me, boy! I'll dish back what you deal double!'' Bracing for the impact as the King's hands sparked alight with energy, what happened next was something completely out of left field. A diversion!? Using the blast as a means of propulsion, he quickly lost sight of the little snot. Within seconds, he'd feel a blow strike into his armor-covered spine, the strike carrying enough force to dent it against his back before it buffed back out. Regardless, he'd still taken at least eighty percent of that hit. Choking a ball of spit from his mouth as his eyes widened in paralyzing pain, it gave the King just the opening he needed. Speechless as he wanted to respond to the King's honesty, a wrestling move he hadn't dealt with in quite some time, much less on the battlefield, was slung out of his foe's repertoire. THE SLEEPER HOLD!What was the deal with this kid!? Had he watched videos of Kiwano's matches while he climbed the circuit!? Submissions were never a strong suit for the burly brawler. No, that couldn't be it! He had to have just gotten lucky! Arms and legs locked around his body, there was only one thing he could do! Growling and choking for air, eyes bulging as he gasped for desperate breaths, his sense reclaimed him. The rules of the ring meant nothing here! It was time to get creative! Eyeing a wall of rock at his back, Kiwano would fling his hands forward. A small crackling noise gave way to a small but incredibly thick orb of energy. ''Not...like this! Not...TO YOU!'' Firing the densely compacted orb, the Durian, with the King on his back, rocketed Retasu-first toward that rock face! Upon impact if he could shake him free, he'd turn in a snap and ready both palms for a dizzying flurry of sumo palm strikes! He'd bury him in these damned rocks if he could!
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GP: 6/6
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Kiwano
Middle Class Poster
Posts: 78
Race: Durian
Dice: 3d54
EXP: 6,093
Zeni: 3,290
HP: 860
SP: 8,701
Transformations:
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Post by Kiwano on Feb 6, 2018 23:26:09 GMT -5
. Successful in freeing the King from his back, the Durian would whirl around and let loose a mighty shout, his bronze aura flaring! Beginning his assaulting storm of palm strikes, he'd keep battering and battering, watching sharply for gaps in his foe's defenses and striking as accurately as he could. With the rock face cracking and giving way behind him, Kiwano would sink back for just a moment, his rear leg planting his footing in a powerful stomp before he'd suddenly rush forward. Both palms extended, he'd smash him through the face of the structure and into its depths. ''Mada oete imasen! (I'm not done yet!)
Bursting forward from his lead leg, he'd attempt to briefly vanish from sight in a sudden surge of powerful speed! Placing himself beneath the King's flying body, he'd try to catch him in another fireman's carry. Only this time, the maneuver would be much different...and much more painful! With a roar, the Durian would ascend upward, smashing his foe through the roof of the cavern that destruction had created. Upon reaching the surface once again, he'd rapidly descend and throw his arms down into a bone-breaking drop upon landing, lashing his arms down against the King's limbs and back! ''WAGA SHUCHUU NI ARI!'' (IT'S IN MY HANDS!)Finally, the Durian bruiser would finish with a whirling toss to crash the King through a thin layer of rock, allowing him to land how he would back on the outside. Stepping through the collapsing cave mouth, he'd heave ragged breaths as he re-assumed his Pro Sumo stance! It was time to finish this!
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GP: 6/6
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