Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 8, 2018 23:06:56 GMT -5
Dice: 3d20 EXP: 100 Zeni: 350 HP: 300 SP: 0 Transformations: None Let's put in some music for atmosphere!
One would assume, given his demeanor, that Tundra was a being of particular class - an Arcosian who knew exactly who he is, and where he stands in galactic society. One would be correct in this line of thought. First and foremost, Tundra is a soldier - but the organization he serves is no government; no, it is the Neo Planet Trade Organization. Thousands of aliens serve at the behest of their fairly newly appointed leader, Lord Glacius; but Tundra is not one to abide being a mere ranking soldier forever.
Every modicum of his being is dedicated to perfecting himself, striving to become a warrior whom would make the universe quake at the mention of his name. Of course, such an eventuality is far, FAR away from now. As it stands, his pride is stronger than his actual power; something he intends to correct. Why else would he stand here, in this training chamber, if not to test himself and improve?
Silent, eyes closed, and hands clasped together against his back, Tundra waits for the test to begin. As standard practice dictates, he would be tested not by another soldier, but by Saibamen. Would it be one? Two? He would soon find out.
"I am ready." Tundra says out loud to the Observer. "Begin the examination."
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Post by Retasu on Jan 9, 2018 12:46:42 GMT -5
(Jumping in here as an NPC for Tundra to interact with, to learn the ropes of the mechanics a bit!) One would say it had been quiet for the last few months, nothing in particular as far as training exercises or even announcements being made of planetary conquering, or any plans to even do so. To say the least, the N-PTO was in heavy rebuilding. Their many fingers were pointing in different spots, with several faithful soldiers and teams scouting out any opportunities that would find themselves to be up to par with N-PTO standards. Glacier was a patient being, opting to rather know what he was up against than go forward and cause death and destruction at the risk of actually dying himself. Being as prideful and arrogant as he was, he would rather not risk running into anyone, or anything, he could not overcome. But in truth, there were very few who could compete.
Though Glacier was not the Arcosian who had entered the training chamber, as the orange-skinned Alien glanced up at the screen and watched the being enter. This one was weaker, but like all of their kind held a latent potential that needed to be worked for. Only a few were "born" as mutants to their species, able to come into great powerful instantly. The alien smirked, speaking over into the microphone after Tundra had demanded for the training exercise to begin. "Heh. What's the magic word, horn head?" The being could be heard snickering over the microphone after that, speaking into it right after as to not give Tundra a chance to even answer. "Can't believe you're in here again. What'sa' matter? Killing as many as you have before not enough for ya'? Heh." The alien pushed a button on the panel in front of him, allowing a hole to emerge from the ceiling as a robotic arm held a small seed-like object in it's hand, another arm coming out to place a single drop of an unknown liquid on it. This would be the beginning process for the Saibaman to be "born" as the seed began to vibrate and grow slowly. "Try to at least make it put up some kinda' fight, yea? This is of a slightly different strain of seed, a bit stronger than the usual but still it ain't much."
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 9, 2018 16:59:06 GMT -5
The voice that came over the intercom is one that Tundra had grown used to hearing; albeit with some disdain. The two had gained a kind of rapport over the many times that he had come to test his progress against the Saibamen. It says something about the Neo Planet Trade Organization that an alien would be so bold in his speech towards Tundra - no matter your species, your worth is determined by your accomplishments. The N-PTO is a meritocracy, simple as that. And so far, Tundra has yet to be sent on any particularly prestigious mission; thusly he has gained no prestige.
He ignores the 'horn-head' comment and waits for the trial to begin, only opening his eyes at the sound of machinery at work. He watches the mechanical arms bear the seed, dripping the growth fluid onto the seed directly. Tundra does not actually dislike the alien overseer, but a healthy firmness between soldiers was to be expected.
"I'll give no promises; if it dies quickly, then you'll need to start providing me with more powerful drones." Tundra remarks back at the empty space, knowing the overseer would hear him. "Let's see how much different this drone is from the weeds you've given me to slaughter so far."
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Post by Retasu on Jan 9, 2018 22:59:29 GMT -5
Hearing Tundra's voice the Overseer couldn't help but smirk, letting out another chuckle. "Heh. Whatever you say. We'll see how well you do against this one." It was all the alien Overseer would say before the microphone cut off. That green seed growing larger and larger before the mechanic "fingers" dropped it on the cold ground under it with a "plop." It continued to contort and change shape until eventually it would "uncurl" itself to reveal a Saibaman. The "classic" green kind, though something about its demeanor seemed different. It let out the usual incomprehensible skittering and screeching, with some guttural groans afterwards. It seemed to also be a bit taller than the usual Saibamen, somewhere along Tundra's own height in his current form. Stretching out those three, razor sharp claws on either hand the Saibaman would let out one final screech, focusing its attention on Tundra and making a bee line for the Arcosian!
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Saibaman:2d20 | 200/200 HP GP: 6/6
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 10, 2018 17:07:18 GMT -5
Tundra allows his arms to fall loosely at his sides as the seed distorts, growing rapidly. The contortions and convulsions once sickened Tundra, but he'd grown used to seeing the quick gestation. The device drops the seed, which has now grown dozens of times larger, and the seed begins taking form. Eventually, the creature took on it's full form; albeit somewhat taller than Tundra initially expected.
Perhaps this variant would prove interesting after all.
Tundra tilts his head to the left and to the right, his vertebrae emitting several loud CRACKS each time. His hands ball into fists as he raises them to a point just above hip height. His feet shift apart as he settles into a combat ready position, and the Arcosian soldier watches the creature's disposition. As with all of its kind; this Saibaman appears to be generally semi-sentient, able to follow some orders but ultimately a feral creature. When the Saibaman screeches and launches forth at Tundra, the Arcosian immediately springs into action as well. He would meet the Saibaman at the center of the room, and clash with the creature.
Immediately taking the offensive, Tundra swings his left arm in a harsh punch aimed at the creature's stomach, following through with a vicious right elbow aimed at it's forehead. yW3kPiXx3d20Tundra: 3d20 | 300/300 HP GP: 6/6 3d20
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Post by Retasu on Jan 10, 2018 21:50:30 GMT -5
Springing forth, that clawed hand reared back but before it could even strike Tundra, the Saibaman would let out a gurgle of pain as the Arcosian's fist shot up and slammed directly into his stomach. Those red eyes bulged a bit from that, expelling air and saliva forcefully from the shot! The elbow would crash next, smashing against that hardened skull and sending it flying backwards with a pained screech. Thankfully, the Saibaman had "matured" enough that its skull was able to withstand a blow right that so soon. So far, not much seemed different than the other fights Tundra had with its brethren.
Until it began to contort a bit on its forced flight backwards, stopping itself in the air before landing in a semi-crouched position. The green being's face contorted into something of a frown, a gurgling growl coming from its mouth as a stamp of disapproval of the Arcosian's opening attack. "Gigigigigi..." Was the noise that came out of it, before once again it darted forward to meet Tundra in the center of the training room.
Claw hand would swipe at the Arcosian in an uppercut motion, aimed under his chin and coming up as a closed fight, as much as he could make one, to attempt to knock the being backwards and off his guard. The opposite arm would swing suddenly, swiping at his cheek from the side as he did so with claws bared and intended to rip into that flesh, or at least scratch him. Compared to the usual grunt, this one was definitely more bloodthirsty it seemed.
The Overseer grunted in his seat, letting out a chuckle as he spoke into the microphone again. "I think you upset him there, buddy."
Saibaman: 2d20 | 171/200 HP GP: 6/6 e9CjuQam2d20
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 10, 2018 22:43:13 GMT -5
Tundra smirks as his blows land, knocking the creature back through the air. It stops and seems to mutter something gutteral; its expression suggesting a thought process? Tundra furrows a brow as the Saiba launches at him again. His right hand zips into the path of its first attack, blocking it from ramming into his chin; but the second strike came as something of a surprise!
Tundra's head whips to the side in the direction of the swipe, thin scratches marring his cheek and allowing purple blood to very lightly seep from the lines. The force of the swipe makes Tundra stumble back a step, but he stops and turns to face the creature, a malicious look in his eye.
"Well now, it certainly is a step up from the rest of the riffraff I've killed." Tundra chuckles, wiping the blood off his cheek with a thumb. He rubs the blood between the thumb and forefinger. "Perhaps I should anger it further; give it motivation."
Tundra looks pointedly at the Saiba's eyes.
"After all, if it doesn't try harder, I'll kill it as easily as the rest." Tundra says in a mocking tone. His right hand rises, seeming to take aim at the Saiba with fingers splayed wide. A ball of crimson ki blinks into existence, hovering an inch or two from his open palm. "So please, drone, do your best to survive me."
With that said, the ball of ki erupts forth from Tundra's palm - racing straight at the Saibaman!
HAAPhvRx3d20 Tundra: 3d20 | 293/300 HP GP: 6/6 3d20
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Post by Retasu on Jan 13, 2018 17:22:32 GMT -5
Its strike drew first blood, officially, upon the Arcosian's face which caused a sadistic, little grin to form on the green being's features. Happy little clicks and gurgles could be heard, taking a few hops backwards to create some more distance between them in order to start a followup attack. However, it was halted in its tracks as Tundra formed a ball of energy within his palm. The Saibaman's head tilted slightly to the side, looking at it curiously before eyes bolted wide open, letting out a high pitched shriek as it raced towards his form. "GIIIIIIIII!!!!" As if by instinct, the little creature would take to squatting down some, throwing tiny arms over its face and crossing them to an "X" as the blast came forward.
Completely overtaking it, the explosion erupted right upon impact. It forced the Saibaman to go flying backwards, completely shattering its guard and causing it incredible harm as it slammed back against the metallic wall of the training room. The Overseer click his tongue in dismay, glaring at the nearly destroyed body now. Slowly, though, that green form would begin to twitch, shakily coming up to a stand as most of it had now been charred and was even smoking. It let out a gurgle of a growl, eyes opening to glare at the Arcosian once more. It would be hard to tell if these creatures even felt pain, for the most part. They weren't very durable as far as longevity, but seemed to have a high threshold for pain, if they even felt anything at all.
In a burst of speed, the creature once again raced straight for Tundra, that cut throat nature still very apparent as those minuscule, clawed fists swung left and right, seemingly having some sort of technique behind them as they aimed for Tundra's face again. If it was able to keep the Arcosian pushing back it would keep throwing those fists, and an occasional kick.
The Saibaman was just trying to break down the Arcosian's guard at this point.
Saibaman: 2d20 | 146/200 HP GP: 6/6 vl4rA32a2d20 2d20
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 13, 2018 19:22:03 GMT -5
The blast had a pleasing effect; the Saibaman was aptly harmed. Unlike the rest, however, the creature actually manages to stand up again! A wry smile appears on Tundra's face.
"Well then - it seems that your boorish caretaker was correct. You are quite different from the rest of the drones I've killed." Tundra quips as the Saiba slowly recovers. It emits guttural noises, and suddenly launches at the Arcosian warrior, a vicious blood lust in its eyes. This time, the Arcosian soldier is ready - or thought he was. The Saiba unleashes a torrent of swipes and kicks, this at a much faster pace than before.
The ferocity, rather than intimidate, brings a kind of excitement to Tundra's spirit, even as blows begin pushing through his defenses. The creature clearly has it in its head that attacking his face would be the best course of action. In a surprising move, the Saiba cuts through Tundra's defense, landing several blows against his face, neck, and chest. The last blow, a harsh kick to the stomach, thrusts Tundra backwards through the air. Tundra's arms and legs shoot out wide, and he suddenly stops his backwards momentum in mid air.
Wasting not a moment, not even to appreciate the drone's tenacity, Tundra re-engages the Saiba in a fierce flurry of his own punches, chops, and kicks. He follows up the assault with yet another quick blast of Ki!GuFsLfxk3d20
Tundra:
3d20 | 269/300 HP
GP: 6/63d20
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Post by Retasu on Jan 14, 2018 21:05:23 GMT -5
Knocking the Arcosian back sent a pang of satisfaction running up the, otherwise, mindless being's spine. It was a sign of its superiority of Tundra, being the alpha in the room now. This was phase one of the battle, all that the Saibaman needed to do now was follow up on it. However, the Arcosian would once again prove why his kind were a force to be reckoned with in the Universe. Stopping his backwards momentum mid-flight, instantly, the Saibaman would watch with a bit of a confused look on its face. Though, quickly, it would seem to understand that this meant Tundra was no more worse for wear than before. It caused the green being to gnash its teeth, baring them to the Arcosian.
It seemed that the Saibaman would be on the defensive now, the incoming Tundra meeting it with a flurry of kicks and punches all his own, the little creature doing its best to block and avoid as many of those hits as possible by doing its best impression of the Arcosian. Arms coming up to have clawed hands meet those fists, hitting hard enough to sting and numb, before eventually the guard was broken and send it skidding backwards on its heels away from the Arcosian. Only to watch as another blast of ki energy came screaming towards it!
Unable to properly block this time, the blast slammed directly into the Saibaman's chest, exploding on impact and sending the creature flying away, once again slamming into the wall. In a heap it'd land on the ground, showing a touch more signs of pain than before. In the fray, the creature's arm had torn off from the shoulder, exposing a terrible wound.
At this point, it wasn't going to be long. And perhaps the beast knew that it was no longer the Alpha in the room. But that wouldn't stop it.
Standing at this point, charred and smoking, the little beast would rush forward, using whatever energy it had left to phase in and out of view before ending up behind Tundra and latching its legs around the back of his waist, the only arm he had was swung up under Tundra's chin in a sort of choke hold. If he was able to latch onto Tundra like this, the creature simply would begin to charge its energy, growling deeply as it trembled.
Regardless of if it was able to attach itself to Tundra or not, the Saibaman would forego straight up attacking in favor of charging its energy for a stronger attack, should Tundra allow him to live that long.
Saibaman: 2d20 --> 2d25 Next Round! | 107/200 HP GP: 5/6
Saibaman attempted to latch itself onto Tundra from behind. Not a real "attack" so up to Tundra on the outcome. Either way, not attacking but charging up an attack! -1 GP, dice will be 2d25 next round!
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 14, 2018 22:33:00 GMT -5
When his blast detonates against the Saibaman, Tundra gives a cruel grin. The smoke quickly dissipates, revealing a ghastly wound - one of the drone's arms had been blasted right off! Smirking, Tundra places his hands on his hips. The Saiba quivers, managing to bring itself back to its feet.
"Tenacious." Tundra comments, still maintaining his confident stance. Suddenly, the Saibaman seems to warp out of view, only to reappear behind him! Tundra feels the creature's legs wrap around his waist, but he raises a hand to catch the Saiba's remaining arm before it can implement the choke hold. Immediately, Tundra's tail whips up, snaking around the Saiba's exposed neck before harshly constricting. "Little beast, I'm not so easily taken in!"
His tail would lash backwards, intending to launch the Saiba. Tundra whirls around on his left heel, and raises both of his hands, cupping them together with arms fully outstretched and fingers splayed wide. A crackling ball of crimson Ki forms just in front of his palms, slowly growing in size.
"If you want to play rough, let's see it then!" Tundra taunts, small jolts of electricity dance along his forearms, and a low humming sound emits from the Ki ball as it slowly intensifies.
Tundra: 3d20 --> 3d25 Next Round! | 269/300 HP GP: 5/6 Tundra knocked the Saibaman off his back, but not in a damaging way. Now charging a basic Ki blast! -1 GP, dice will be 3d25 next round!
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Post by Retasu on Jan 16, 2018 23:00:31 GMT -5
The relentless Saibaman's intent was to simply store up enough energy to do some real damage with, while keeping out of the way of being harmed. Unfortunately, it did not account for Tundra's very prehensile tail, quickly finding it wrapped around themselves like an angry serpent. The thick appendage wrapped clear around its neck, forcing a fit of gurgling clicks to come quickly after as the body was pried off Tundra's own promptly and flung away like nothing more than a rag doll.
The green body twirled in the air rapidly before it did an impression of Tundra, or as best as it could, splaying out arms and legs to stop the backwards momentum while facing Tundra with a sick, twisted grin plastered on its face. Perhaps this was part of the plan? Likely not, but the range certainly was something the Saibaman would benefit from. That grinning mouth opened wide now, as wide as it could before a torrent of ki energy was fired directly at the Arcosian.
Most beings chose to emit these waves of ki from their hands, or even their eyes. Very few had kept to the ways of mouth beams, for whatever reason. Regardless, the torrent of energy ripped through the training room and aimed straight for Tundra with the intent of engulfing him completely!
Saibaman: Fired a wave of ki from the mouth at charged 2d25 JK_OtKHT2d25 Dice reverted back to 2d20
2d20 | 107/200 HP GP: 5/6 2d25
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 17, 2018 19:43:32 GMT -5
As Tundra collects his own Ki, the Saibaman lands deftly, and unleashes its blast! The steam of Ki rages forth and crashes into Tundra, whose body tenses up as the searing Ki envelopes his body. The blast detonates, causing the large training room to shudder and vibrate. When the smoke clears, Tundra remains! His skin and battle jacket are singed, and small burned scrapes litter his arms and legs.
Tundra opens his eyes, and glares at the Saiba, his arms still outstretched. The electricity dancing across his forearms intensifies, and the ball of crimson Ki between his palms doubles in size.
"Not a bad blast, not bad at all." Tundra comments, blinking through the irritating pain of a burn mark on his left eyelid. "But mine will be a tad bit stronger still. Do try to survive - there is still so much fun we can have!"
Tundra thrusts his arms forth, urging the large ball of crimson Ki screaming at the Saibaman!
3sUQkqFv3d25 Tundra: Fired a charged Ki ball from the hands; charged at 3d25 Dice reverted back to 3d20 3d20 | 250/300 HP GP: 5/6
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Post by Retasu on Jan 19, 2018 0:03:40 GMT -5
The one armed beast seemed to display some sense of emotion as its attack hit Tundra cleanly, exploding on impact and filling the room with smoke and noise. Excited clicks and gurgles once again came from them, assuming that once the dust ultimately cleared there would be a dead Arcosian in its wake, and this new Alpha would be able to feast on that corpse. Eventlly, the Saibaman would land on the ground, that hideous grin still plastered on its face as it took a single step forward, the smoke clearing and seemingly being pushed aside by... the Arcosian?! A shocked squeal escaped it, backing up some. Just what was this Arcosian made out of?!
The sheer force of energy coming from the attack caused that smoke to dissipate completely before getting launched straight at the Saibaman, who once again attempted to block the blast, but only being able to do so with one arm! Crouching lower, as if to cover up more of itself, the blast once again landed cleanly, as Tundra answered with his own display of fireworks in response to the Saibaman. And just like before, that little, green body went flying backwards, slamming into the wall with a resounding THUD.
Even more charred that before, a new coat of smoke slowly rolled off its form as the crisped plant man slowly came to its feet once more. The body would coming close to giving out, and while the last attack at more "ZING" behind it, the Saibaman's body was unable to withstand any bit of force that Tundra was generating by now. That missing arm clearly causing some discomfort, now that more of that part of its body was gone. The thing truly looked pathetic.
But, genetically it was encoded to not stop until it was dead or had killed. One of the two things would happen today, the Saibaman's instincts told it to be sure of that. Screeching now, the beast shot forward suddenly, rearing back the single arm it had and just as it came within range to strike, it would blur away from view instantly. Having used every last bit of energy it had to shoot upwards to the ceiling of the room, both feet would have been planted against it firmly to push off, giving the Saibaman some "spring" in its step, screaming still as it launched itself directly DOWN towards Tundra now, that same little fist cocked back and striking now, this time aiming directly to the top of that bio gem that made up must of Tundra's skull. 2d20
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Tundra
Upper Class Poster
"Planets are but baubles to be collected."
Posts: 128
Race: Arcosian
Dice: 3d62
EXP: 12,917
Zeni: 713
HP: 930
SP: 0
Transformations:
Brute Form (+d20)
Assault Form (+1d)
Final Form (+1d10, +2 Max GP)
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Post by Tundra on Jan 23, 2018 18:39:57 GMT -5
Once more, the green drone manages to survive his blast. At this point, Tundra begins to wonder just how much he will have to do to end the pitiful creature's existence. The moment the creature moves, Tundra raises his arms in a defensive posture; but even now, damaged as it is, the beast manages to slip out of Tundra's vision.
He only has enough time to hear its claws clatter on the ceiling before a painful blow is struck to the top of Tundra's skull. The force of the blow, catching the Arcosian soldier off guard, knocks him forward and down. Tundra thrusts his forearms in front of him as he slams into the floor, preventing his head from colliding with the hard floor as well.
"Kuh! Little worm...!" Tundra growls angrily. With the Saiba still near, Tundra's tail lashes out, aiming to slam into the Saiba's side with the arm blown off. He follows this strike up with a flurry of furious punches, kicks, and more lashes from his tail; effectively spinning to the left, back to the right, and sudden bursts of head over heel blows.
N4KM|9803d25 Tundra: Attacked with a flurry of fast jabs, kicks, and tail lashes. 3d20 | 229/300 HP GP: 5/6 3d25
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