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Post by Retasu on Jan 25, 2018 22:37:43 GMT -5
Still having some speed left, the Saibaman was able to knock the Arcosian nearly off his feet completely with a satisfied cackle. Flipping away after the attack, it rushed forward once more but was taken off guard with a whipping slash of that Arcosian's tail, smashing against its body on the side where it lacked an arm. A heavy groan escaped it, nearly flying off to the side completely but quickly coming back on the defense as a flurry of fists and kicks were pelting that broken body one after the other. The poor beast couldn't even defend itself much at this point, aside from losing an entire arm, it was losing stamina rapidly and was nearly out of the count.
However, on one of those final tail whips, the green beast leapt straight upwards once more, covered in scratches and bruises, all brand new from Tundra's onslaught just now. The trump card was about to be played, and the Saibaman would go to the last thing it could think of, before basically suicide bombing itself right into Tundra.
Still in the air, the Saibaman's head bowed slightly to reveal the crease that ran down its skull more clearly. Trembling a bit, that crease began to split, revealing the depths of nothingness within, only darkness. From where Tundra was standing, he definitely could not see any trace of a brain. What he did see, however, was a stream of glowing liquid squirting out from within, aimed directly at the Arcosian.
This goo was the one weapon that all Saibamen had, and it was their ability to produce a deadly acid that was capable of burning through nearly anything it touched, and if not melting something away completely, definitely causing severe burns if touched for even an instant!
Saibaman:
2d20 | 46/200 HP GP: 5/6 KmtH_aIU2d20 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 Feb 3, 2018 21:54:40 GMT -5
The battle was going well, so far. The Saibaman seems to be on its final rope, making the Arcosian smirk. When the Saibaman lowers its head, Tundra mistakenly thinks that the beast was giving in to fatigue - only to be quickly corrected when its skull splits open!
"What is that drone-?" Tundra mutters, loosening his stance slightly in wonderment. The lack of a brain comes as some ironic surprise, but suddenly a strange fluid spews forth! Tundra's eyes widen in shocked realization, and the Arcosian soldier desperately attempts to avoid the searing fluids. But this is to no avail - some of the foul liquid spatters onto Tundra's left arm and leg, coating his armor and emits a noxious burning smell as his skin and the armor begin to melt!
Tundra rips the battle jacket off, and slams his burning side against the nearest wall, rubbing the fluid off before it can take his limbs. Tundra glares at the Saibaman furiously, gritting his teeth.
"Damned drone! You'll pay for that-!" Tundra declares in his fury, suddenly launching at the Saiba. Tundra speeds straight at the drone, and swings a savage elbow at its right temple with his good arm, and follows through with a series of brutal punches and chops, intending to make the creature suffer before he finally ends its miserable existence!
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Tundra: Injured by the acid! Retaliated with a violent flurry of blows! 3d20 | 216/300 HP GP: 5/6 3d20
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Post by Retasu on Feb 5, 2018 22:35:26 GMT -5
The toxic sludge that was fired forth at the Arcosian seemingly hit its mark, albeit not directly. However, it did enough damage to throw Tundra off his game just enough. Adjusting itself, the Saibaman had landed on the ground with a series of clicks and groans, still clearly feeling the effects of this entire battle. Body was charred, scratched and cut, it was missing an entire arm, and that last attack had taken nearly every ounce of remaining stamina and "life force" from it in order to complete. It almost had no time to react to Tundra's elbow swinging to that dome shaped head, slamming into its temple and rocking the beast to the side before a flurry of hand based attacks assaulted the creature. The blows would land, but they were definitely a bit less "hearty" than the previous attacks, giving the creature the belief that its had worn down the Arcosian enough to try and end this little skirmish. After all, it had grown quite hungry. Skidding backwards from the onslaught, the Saibaman would use the backwards momentum given to him by Tundra to create distance between the two of them. One, tiny arm raised up, the only one the creature had left, before coming down in a slicing motion emitting a crescent "blast" of ki and sending it aimed directly at the Arcosian. It repeated this processed four more times, for a total of five crescent shaped blasts of ki, each capable of not only detonating, but even slicing through the Arcosian's armor-like flesh if he was not careful to block them in a certain way.
Saibaman:2d20 | 32/200 HP GP: 5/6 GcDLs58q2d20Tundra 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 Feb 27, 2018 1:09:53 GMT -5
The Saibaman had turned out to be more resilient than Tundra had expected from it - and he wasn't sure whether to be impressed, or embarrassed by this. The power behind his blows had clearly weakened due to his fresh new injuries; but he wasn't about to let the little drone get too excited about that. The creature switches tactics, and fires off oddly shaped Ki blasts; but if he learned anything from his younger years of tutelage, a shape so often also hints at the purpose.
Tundra sidesteps the first one, allowing it to detonate against the wall behind him. The other four, however, were trickier. Focusing on trying to stay out of the way, Tundra attempts to elude them - but with limited success. While he is able to avoid decapitation, or outright losing an arm or leg, he is not able to escape unscathed. Several deep lacerations on his arms, legs, and across his right cheek are inflicted upon the Arcosian soldier as they pass by. The force of the multiple detonations behind Tundra push him forward a bit, but he catches himself and regains his footing.
Tundra leers at the creature, gingerly wiping the purple blood off his face with his left forearm.
"What nonsense..." Tundra mutters irritably. "To think I'm still this weak."
Tundra places his hands on his hips, and suddenly smiles, his crimson eyes narrowing.
"It's annoying, but this is a welcome wake up call." Tundra says out loud, more to himself than to the Saibaman. "I should thank the beast for showing me where the wall still remains. A quick death should suffice."
The Arcosian soldier turns until his left side faces the drone, and his left arm raises. Tundra winces against the pain of the burns, but opens his hand, splaying his fingers wide. Thin jolts of electricity dance across his arm, seeming to move from his shoulder to his hand, coalescing an inch in front of his palm in a crackling crimson ball of Ki. He holds this position, filtering more and more Ki into the ball, intending to end the beasts life once it finishes charging!
Tundra: 3d20 --> 3d25 Next Round! | 199/300 HP GP: 4/6 Tundra took some harmful lacerations from the Saiba's attack! Charging to end the threat! Now charging a basic Ki blast! -1 GP, dice will be 3d25 next round!
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Post by Retasu on Feb 27, 2018 14:47:15 GMT -5
Those crescent shaped blasts would literally slice through the room, some of which were able to make direct contact with the Arcosian's body and continue to deal as much direct damage as possible. The Saibaman could feel itself get a bit groggy, vision blurring as its lifespan shortened by the second. Was there any escape? Such a primal creature could surely understand just what it was up against, even if it had an insatiable taste for blood. A groan escaped it, clicking in response to Tundra's words. It was almost like it understood, grimacing and even frowning, showing some semblance of real emotion towards the Arcosian. Clawed feet were planted firmly into the ground, continuing to click and groan. An incredible pressure could be felt coming from the monster, though, even in its incredibly pained state. It could see Tundra, once again, charging an energy attack, as it appeared the beast was doing a little bit of energy expansion of its own. Though, not to Tundra's extent, a bit of reddish colored energy crackled around its form before it burst forward, and with not much tact left, and the only attack it could muster at this point, it literally opened its mouth as wide as possible before clamping sharp teeth down right into Tundra's wrist, from the hand charging the energy attack!
Saibaman:Tact is not its best trait, so the Saibaman straight up bites Tundra's wrist! All the best fighters BITE. 2d20 | 32/200 HP GP: 5/6 4urD8Tvp2d20Tundra 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 Feb 27, 2018 15:24:41 GMT -5
Tundra's immediate response to the drone was surprise; the sharp teeth seemed to come down with enough force to penetrate his forearm carapace, and dig into the back of his hand as well! The new pain makes the Arcosian wince, only serving to further aggravate the harsh burns on his arm and leg, and cause a bit more blood to seep from the lacerations on his limbs as well.
Instinctively, Tundra swings his arm, intending to throw the beast off his arm. Thinking quickly, and changing tactics, Tundra's tail suddenly lashes out, intending to wrap around the drone's left leg. Tundra would attempt to pull the drone's body up, and twist it's torso against the ball of Ki still crackling before his left hand.
"Regret your decision in Hell, if you things even have a soul." Tundra cruelly growls at the Saibaman. In a sudden flash of crimson light, Tundra fires his Ki blast, intending to finally end the beast's life and incinerate its body as well!
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Tundra: Tundra attempts to end the Saibaman's life with a charged basic Ki Blast! 3d20 | 172/300 HP GP: 4/6 3d25
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Post by Retasu on Feb 28, 2018 11:01:58 GMT -5
With those jagged teeth sunk deep within the Arcosian's armored flesh, there was little chance the Saibaman was willing to let go peacefully. In fact, Tundra's tail literally pried the little beast off his form, flinging it away and out of harms way. Before the Saibaman could change direction in the air, turning to face Tundra, it would screech out, eyes going wide at the blast coming straight for it. It didn't take long for the entirety of that small, green body to be engulfed completely by that malicious, red energy, swallowed up entirely within seconds. Unable to fight it off, the Saibaman felt itself slowly wearing away into nothing, every inch of its body burning to a crisp before even the dust that it had become ceased to exist. With that, another meaningless life had been snuffed out, and Tundra would stand victorious and alone in that training room. A voice came on over the speaker, it was the Overseer, who spoke out with a bit of sarcasm in his voice. "Well, you're quite the tough guy, I suppose. You're done here, now hit the road so I can get the worker bots to clean this room up and fix all that damage."
The door behind Tundra slid open, leaving him little choice but to leave at this point.
Tundra Let's call it here, Tundra. With 2 HP left and no way to beat you next round this fight is over. You can go ahead and make an exit post, or just throw this up for grading. This was fun, hope you enjoyed and look forward to more threads in the future.
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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 Mar 5, 2018 19:06:04 GMT -5
Tundra grimaces as the Saibaman disintegrates into ashes. The injuries he suffered begin to throb as the adrenaline of combat begins to wear off, making the Arcosian soldier wince as he inspects the gashes and burns.
"Blasted thing... That was an invasion variant, not a training drone." Tundra surmises. "I suppose the overseer was correct when he told me it would be different."
Victory seemed a bit hollow, but it was one he would accept - the fact that a war variant Saibaman was able to harm him so, should be taken as a personal warning. He is still nowhere near prepared for true warfare, but he would certainly make the effort to improve. Soon, the Overseer's sneering voice can be heard. Tundra scoffs at the voice, but turns towards the door and begins to limp through the threshold.
As he exits the room, Tundra offers the Overseer a passing nod. Eventually, even the war time variants of the Saibamen would have to fall easily to him before Tundra would consider himself capable enough to even consider a position of authority.
Sorry that this thing took so darn long. What with RL, and offsite stuff dealt with, I don't intend to let future threads to drag like this again.
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Post by Retasu on Mar 5, 2018 19:58:23 GMT -5
Tundra300 EXP ... + First Form Bonus = +390 EXP +150 Zeni +4,155 SP NEW STATS:3d35 390 EXP 500 Zeni 525 HP 4,155 SP Adding now.
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