|
Post by Retasu on Jun 17, 2018 18:20:31 GMT -5
It was finally time for the semi finals portion of the tournament to begin after an impressive first round. The fighters who advanced displayed the utmost dominance and power, that the crowd was on the edge of their seats to await what the final four were capable of doing against each other! Mr. Announcer would make his way onto the fighting arena, all smiles as he geared up to announce the match. "Ladies and gentlemen, hopefully the first round was up to your standards and has left you wanting more, because you're about to get it! The next match will pit Retasu up against Tundra in the Semi-Finals!" The crowd would erupt in a chorus of roaring approval before Mr. Announcer continued, shouting loudly into the microphone. "BEGIN!"
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Jun 17, 2018 18:38:17 GMT -5
An Arcosian. An alien race that Retasu's own race, the Saiyajin, apparently had a bit of a history with. All of that happened in a time way before his own, though the history between the two species was relatively known. Retasu's black eyes took in the short, horned creature before him and while he didn't look like much, Retasu knew better. "An Arcosian, huh? I've heard about you guys, but I'll admit it's the first time I've ever seen one in person. I was hoping I'd get the chance to fight you, see what all the fuss is about." A confident smirk came over him, rolling his neck a bit to loosen up. With how he dispatched of that Southern Saiyajin scum, Pars, he was sure of himself but not to the point where he wouldn't be careful as well. "I hear you guys shape shift or something and get stronger. I'm hoping you're able to do something like that so this match won't be entirely boring for me." Retasu would let his feet go just a bit to shoulder length apart, clenching his fists tightly as his own ki energy began to raise. "I suppose I should do the same, or something similar. Hopefully you can keep up."
In a sudden surge of strength a deep hidden power was released within the young King, tapping into the very core of his power. His battle power would sky rocket, reaching the level of an Oozaru without having to physically transform at all. He didn't look different at all, but his power surely did feel quite different, if Tundra was able to feel the difference. He let out a breath, getting into a stance quickly after, a blazing blue aura continued to surround him. "Ready?" That smirk still remained, waiting for his opponent to make a move.
Mg9tFa9y1d100 Using Oozaru Power, so we're not dealing with a Giant Ape trashing the stadium. 3d48 -> 3d68 1d100
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jun 18, 2018 22:08:27 GMT -5
At last, the second round of the World Martial Arts Tournament had begun. And Tundra had heard just whom his opponent would be - The Saiyan Retasu. Only, this wasn't just a run of the mill Saiyan; this was the warrior that Kiwano had fought and - somehow - defeated. That did not mean, however, that he would attain the same results. But Tundra has no intention to have anyone say that he backed down.
"Excuse me, Tundra?" came a voice from the doorway behind him. Tundra turns in response, and his crimson eyes settle on a wiry human. "Your next match will be beginning shortly. If you will, please head to the arena."
The Arcosian wordlessly passes the human, paying the being no further attention. All of his focus now on the upcoming fight. When he passes through the arena entrance, he is greeted this time by a much more incentivized crowd. Whether or not they liked him was irrelevant. The diminutive alien makes his way to the arena, stopping several meters away from Retasu. He turns fully to the Saiyan, and offers him a knowing nod as the Announcer began his piece.
Tundra listens silently as the Saiyan speaks, not bothering to interrupt the warrior even between sentences. Suddenly, the Saiyan's aura flares; with it, the air pressure suddenly becomes harsh, whipping against the Arcosian soldier. Tundra's narrows his eyes and braces against the pressure. After a moment, the pressure fades, but the statement was clear. To this, Tundra shoots back his own grin.
"You heard somewhat incorrectly." Tundra tells the Saiyan, raising his fists to hip height. "Some of us can transform, but not all of us. Such an ability is a mutation, you see. And rare."
Tundra's outline slowly begins to glow crimson, gradually gaining brightness as he focuses his Ki.
"But, fortunately for us both... I am one such mutant." Tundra announces, though his tone is grim. He had no reason, or desire, to underestimate the power he is facing, regardless of hearing of Kiwano's success. He is, after all, not Kiwano. And this Saiyan very well could have grown more powerful since that event, short a time span as it may have been. The tiles under Tundra's feet crack somewhat, and black Ki with a crimson core erupts around Tundra. The Arcosian soldier bellows as the Ki swirls around him, hiding him within its shroud and growing quickly in volume. After a few moments, the Ki dissipates. Rather than the small Arcosian, now stood a solid seven foot tall version of him. His larger black horns, once straight and pointing outwards, had curved upwards inwards once, and outwards slightly at the points. The Gi top had been blown to pieces, revealing the now standing "loops" of carapace over Tundra's shoulders. "I hope this is what you were referring to, and that you are not disappointed by it."
His voice had greatly deepened, taking on a fully confident tone. His tail slaps against the tiles, the echo akin to a gunshot, as he lowers himself into his own ready stance.
"Hopefully our battle will not turn out to be boring, as you said." Tundra continues, grinning at the Saiyan. "Ready when you are, Northern King."
HCHlUgB71d100 Tundra has grown quite a bit! Taken on Brute Form! 3d43 -> 3d63 1d100
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jun 19, 2018 22:07:12 GMT -5
For a brief moment, Tundra stares at the Saiyan, gauging the warrior's stance, and decides it best to be the first one to strike. Tundra's Ki erupts around his form - the only warning the Saiyan would get. The Arcosian soldier rockets straight at Retasu, closing the short distance between them in a near instant. Tundra swings his right arm up and forward, aiming to ram it into the Saiyan's left cheek bone, following up the blow with a sweeping kick aimed at the Saiyan's legs. He maintains the momentum, thrusting his left fist at Retasu's stomach!
Tundra 945/945 6/6 GP 3d63
KEJS_q0g3d63
3d63
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Jun 21, 2018 20:58:25 GMT -5
Retasu listened intently at the Arcosian's answer, confirming that at least he could change his shape along with his power. It made the Saiyajin's heart beat that much faster with the prospect of a strong warrior to fight and prove himself against. However, he didn't expect as much of a change as was displayed. He could feel something coming from Tundra as his power began to grow, his diminutive form beginning to glow as he gathered his energy. An artificial wind whipped against Retasu, charcoal colored eyes continued to glare at the scene in front of him. Just like on Daikondu, when he was fighting against Beefa and Pars, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up suddenly. He was almost able to feel exactly what Tundra was becoming before he even saw it with his own eyes, the Arcosian's form shrouded in energy until it revealed itself in that monstrously tall form, looking quite different than before.
He barely heard anything Tundra had said, snapping out of his slight daze at the sound of that heavy tail slamming against the tiles, nearly shattering them. Though he was staring into the face of something sinister, surely, he could still feel that excitement stirring in him. His smirk never faded until Tundra referred to him as the Northern King. Slowly it would disappear, his glare becoming a bit more stern now. How did he know? Were the Arcosians spying on him? Was his an ally of someone from the South, or another recent enemy of his? It was hard to tell, there were so many as of lately.
Unable to ponder on it much longer, that large frame came barreling towards him with a fist striking him flush against the cheek, snapping his head in the same direction the fist came flying towards. His jaw nearly flew clear off. This creature meant business, that was for sure. He felt his legs nearly snap off his body from the sweep, before another jarring shot connected into his gut with nearly a booming sound behind it. The wind was forced out of his lungs, sending Retasu flying backwards above the ring until he landed just before the edge, nearly getting knocked out of the ring right from the start! With a flinch, the King in the North would come to a stand, rubbing his cheek a bit. "You know who I am, huh? Something I should be worried about? Either way, next time refer to me as my correct title: King of all the Saiyajin."
He didn't give Tundra much time to answer, if he chose to, instead the Saiyajin rushed forth himself, answering Tundra's combo with one of his own. Right arm swung out towards his own left shoulder once he got close enough, aiming to send a crushing elbow up against the left side of the Arcosian's face. The skeletal structure of a Saiyajin was as durable as it was painful to be struck by. Should he be able to land the strike hard enough, a right knee would come upwards to slam under the Arcosian's chin in an attempt to stun him enough and send him stumbling backwards.
3d68 --- 91 / 1,020 HP GP: 6/6 tPlSB5EX3d68 3d68
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jun 22, 2018 22:28:49 GMT -5
His blows struck true, sending the Saiyan reeling back - though to some degree to his own surprise. There were few instances in which he had been able to test his power, and the time he struggled against an invasion class Saibaman still sat in the back of Tundra's mind. But here, now, the Arcosian soldier faced many times more power in this warrior. Tundra watches the Saiyan save himself from falling out of the arena, a fact the Arcosian soldier was glad for. If the battle had ended so quickly, he'd have been sorely disappointed.
Instead, the Saiyan grins and pushes out a retort before launching himself at Tundra. The Arcosian soldier throws up his arms in defense as Retasu reaches him. But the block came too late, and the Saiyan rams his elbow against Tundra's jaw. The blow, while strong, only manages to push Tundra back one step - but the sudden knee to the chin had a more profound effect. Tundra's head snaps back from the force of the blow, with the rest of his torso following suit. Tundra skids backwards, digging his toes into the arena to slow his momentum. The Arcosian soldier straightens, and spits out a glob of purple blood onto the ground, offering a grin at Retasu.
Tundra reaches up and wipes a smudge of blood off his lip, rubbing it between his fingers.
"Good... good. This will be an enjoyable engagement." Tundra's crimson eyes flick from his hand to Retasu. "You should hardly be surprised that your name is known to me. And it isn't up to me whether or not you should be concerned, but know that I am quite far from the top in terms of power in the organization I hale from."
Tundra settles back into his battle ready pose for only a brief moment before rocketing back at Retasu. He swings his right knee, aiming to strike the Saiyan King in the stomach, following up almost instantly by clasping his hands together and bringing them down hard, aiming at the nape of Retasu's neck, intending to smash the King against the hard tiles beneath their feet.
Tundra 69/945 GP 6/6 3d63
fi3uIcOE3d63 3d63
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Jun 24, 2018 20:53:43 GMT -5
Retasu settled down some as his attack hit, landing on his feet and standing firm in a stance in preparation for what the Arcosian was bound to throw back at him. A small grin formed, watching as he spilled the first blood in the match. Perhaps it would help to rile up his opponent. After all, Retasu wanted to fight this creature at his best, since there was no point in winning this entire thing if there was no challenge to go up against. His desires would be granted, though, and quite viciously at that.
His eyes narrowed some at the mention of an organization. He didn't know much about Arcosians, other than what he had mentioned to Tundra just before and the fact that they were generally some sort of space pirate by trade, some even powerful enough to conquer whole planets for trade. Was this Tundra a part of that? And if he didn't rank very high was there something that Retasu should be worried about while he planet was left without him there to defend it? Either from the South, or something else.
As the Arcosian barreled into him, Retasu snapped back to reality as a right knee came up into his gut and knocked every last bit of wind out of him. The Saiyajin hunched over, eyes nearly bulging out of his skull before a double axe handle smash to the back of the neck sent him slamming into the ground quite gruesomely. The tiles under his body spider-webbed and cracked from the impact. Any lesser being would be quite dead, flattened in face. However, despite the sickening impact and the shocked sounds from the crowed Retasu was not dead, though quite hurt. Mr. Announcer was just about to begin the 10-count when Retasu began to move. With shaky arms, the Saiyajin would push himself up off the ground, rolling over onto his side several times to gain some distance between himself and Tundra, ending up on one knee with a clear grimace on his face. A hand came up to grab the inflicted area on his neck where the Arcosian attacked, his face showing some signs of bruising and scratches from the impact against the tiles. Slowly he stood, that tail behind him wavering a bit. "You're pretty strong, that one almost knocked me out for the count." Both hands clasped his head, one on his chin, the other on the back of his head as he snapped it one way and the other with a resounding CRACK sound, almost too loud to seem comfortable. However so much pressure was let out, Retasu almost sighed in relief. "My head's ringing from that one. Glad to see you mean business."
He didn't want to leave Tundra with much time to follow up, so the Northern King and self proclaimed TRUE King of the Saiyajin rushed forward again, a small trail of blood forming on the side of his mouth as he did so. He went to exchange blows with the Arcosian, right and left fists swinging and striking at a rapid pace, attempting to break his guard and sneak one in to the nose if he could, spiking a jab against it quickly. If he could get one through, Retasu would dip low, attempting to sweep out the Arcosian's legs out from under him with a sweeping kick, hoping to send him tumbling to the ground below. His strikes weren't intended to land the knock out. He wanted to go the distance, despite the ferocious attack he just took on. The finals were the last thing on his mind at the moment.
3d68 230 / 1,020 HP GP: 6/6 Or|BgUyh3d68 3d68
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jun 25, 2018 23:01:19 GMT -5
Tundra gazes down at the Saiyan after the impact of his blows become apparent. His eyes narrow as he observes his own hands.
((I hadn't mean't to put that much force into my attacks...)) Tundra thinks privately. He drops his gaze back down to the Saiyan as the announcer begins to make a countdown, and crosses his arms over his chest. ((I'll need to train more in this form... I haven't used it enough to properly control my strength yet.))
Suddenly, the Saiyan shows signs of life, and promptly rolls away from Tundra, who allows it while keeping a keen eye on the warrior as the latter wobbly stands back up. The crowd cheers for the Saiyan, and Tundra too can't suppress a grin. The royal warrior compliments Tundra, who's expression changes from amusement to surprise.
"A warrior must always mean business, your Highness." Tundra replies evenly, his grin returning. The Saiyan could continue fighting... good, good... This tournament was shaping up to be a wonderful opportunity after all.
When Retasu charges, Tundra is prepared for the onslaught this time around - but it quickly becomes clear that the Saiyan holds some edge in terms of speed and reliably strong strikes. For some of the flurry, Tundra is able to keep pace, intercepting the Saiyan's fists with the palms of his hands, or against his carapace covered forearms. But he isn't able to hold it all off, and the Saiyan slips through his defenses! Tundra manages to turn his head just far enough away for the blow aimed at his nose to ram against his left cheek, dizzying Tundra from the force of it. Next, Tundra feels an impact against his shins, swiping his feet from under him!
Tundra's back hits the ground, but the Arcosian soldier reacts immediately, swinging his arms up and planting his hands on the arena. His right leg shoots outward, aiming to drive the heel against Retasu's sternum and drive the warrior back and away as Tundra flips backwards to land on his feet. Unsure of how effecting the kick may have been, Tundra immediately charges, meeting the Saiyan King's furious barrage with a torrent of jabs and kicks of his own!
Tundra 155/945 GP 6/6 3d63
6OuqiV933d63 3d63
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Jun 27, 2018 21:56:32 GMT -5
The Arcosian had hit the tiled floor with a thud, but would instantly kip up and in the process slam his large foot directly into Retasu's body. Knocking the Northern King backwards some with a wince, back peddling on his feet skillfully, however, balancing out the impact of Tundra's sudden kick. As he came towards Retasu to exchange blows, the Saiyajin found himself able to keep up with him, using both arms in various ways to absorb the blows that made up Tundra's onslaught. "Winded already?" A small smirk appeared back on his features with that.
One of Tundra's last punches was swatted away with Retasu's entire arm, due to the size difference between the two with Tundra towering over the Saiyajin in his transformed state. He would hope to leave the Arcosian wide open with that, sending a surging fist directly into his abdomen with enough force to likely see the impact "bounce" out from the other end in a sickening away, though likely his fist would not pierce through due to the rules of the tournament itself! Regardless of how much of his fist was able to be buried into Tundra's gut, he would go back to throwing punches as a followup.
The exchange was rather exciting for the crowd to see, the two aliens' movements were likely too fast for them to keep up though still putting up a good show, however for Retasu and Tundra it was a game of attrition, at least for Retasu it was. He did not want to pull out his trump cards so early or expend any more stamina than he needed to, especially with the prospect of winning and having to fight AGAIN after this! The thought only excited him, but he needed to be smart about maintaining his energy and stamina. He'd be a sitting duck in the finals if he had no energy to compete. He was able to maintain that strategy with Pars, but the Arcosian would push him a bit more he was sure. Flying and energy attacks, anything that involved ki would need to be saved for a last resort. Still, he kept it to lightning fast punches, despite the difference in size, it was Tundra who would have to meet him on "lower ground" to defend.
3d68 259 / 1,020 HP GP: 6/6 eNelK7mw3d68 3d68
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jun 28, 2018 22:57:47 GMT -5
The Saiyan had little trouble in keeping up with Tundra's assault, despite having just been practically driven into the arena floor, putting the Arcosian soldier off - was the Saiyan holding back? Apparently amused, the Saiyan spits out a rhetorical remark, irritating the Arcosian. If making Tundra misstep was the aim of the remark, it worked - Tundra's irritation was immediately capitalized on, as Retasu suddenly smacks away one of Tundra's punches to deliver a devastating blow to Tundra's stomach!
Tundra lets out what could only be described as a pained mix of a grunt and yelp of surprise as the sheer force of the blow completely winds him, threatening to do major internal damage. Tundra is too stunned by the powerful blow to react to the next three punches - taken in by the Saiyan's attacks. The arena tiles are smattered with a mixture of Tundra's mucus and blood that had gurgled up into his throat and mouth from the blows he endured - but the soldier manages to shake off the mental jamming of the gut punch, and attempts to force his way through Retasu's flurry of punches to ram his own forehead viciously against the Saiyan's skull, following up with a fast swinging elbow aimed at the muscle between Retasu's right shoulder and neck, hoping to stun the Saiyan in return before suddenly spinning around to deliver a roundhouse kick aimed at the Saiyan's left shoulder!
Tundra 335/945 GP 6/6 3d63
gkSfqkNz3d63
3d63
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Jun 30, 2018 19:29:42 GMT -5
That hardened skull of Tundra found its way through Retasu's onslaught, slamming directly into his own forehead forcing the Saiyajin King in the North to flinch in pain and instinctively take a few steps backwards. It would also force him to end his attack right then and there. With the stinging pain in his head, that sharp elbow came barreling into Retasu's shoulder, sending him stumbling back some more. However, he was able to shake the cobwebs loose quickly enough to bring up his arm in the face of that roundhouse kick, letting it impact against his arm instead of his head and neck. He could feel his arm going a bit numb from where the kick landed, swinging that same arm out to fully deflect Tundra's leg away before leaping upwards with a bit of a yell, aiming to drive his fist under the taller being's chin with a leaping, spinning uppercut. "Raaahhh!!!"
If the fist hit well enough to Tundra's chin, Retasu's back would be facing the Arcosian now from the spinning uppercut, kicking one leg out to the side in an attempt to slam a booted foot into Tundra's chest and send him sliding backwards against the arena if possible, ending the attempted combo, while still in the air, clasping both hands together at the write and firing off several blasts of ki towards Tundra's body all while still just about a foot or so off the arena floor.
3d68 330 / 1,020 HP GP: 6/6 lZ24QZk53d68 3d68
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jun 30, 2018 23:03:30 GMT -5
The battle between the Saiyan and himself was certainly far more interesting than the Arcosian soldier had thought would be the case. What was originally just a plan to gather intelligence about the planet's warriors turned into an actual test of his strength and combat prowess. There were no experiences like this to draw upon in his past battles - whether he won the day or not, Tundra would still acquire precisely what he came for. No, he'd acquire much, much more...
His attacks broke through the Saiyan's onslaught, but his final maneuver was expertly blocked by the Saiyan, causing Tundra's lip to curl in a mix of frustration and excitement. The veritable thunderclap that sound from each blow one warrior lands on the other reverberate through the arena and stands, turning the fight into a spectacle. The Saiyan's reaction was immediate, and effective - Tundra feels his teeth clack together as the Saiyan drives its fist into his chin, followed quickly by a solid kick to Tundra's chest. Refusing to be knocked out of the arena, Tundra uses the momentum to his advantage, and flips backwards. His hands and feet slam against the arena floor, drawing short but deep lines across the surface.
No sooner was Tundra able to stand than was there a series of Ki balls rocketing towards him! Tundra throws his arms up in a cross to protect his face and chest as the blasts pelt him, detonating with the impacts. He could simply sidestep the blasts, and allow them to wreak havoc on the spectators, but causing death is not his mission here - not today. Instead, Tundra takes the blasts - but the pelting explosions were becoming a problem. He switches from tanking the blasts, to swatting them away, though still away from the spectator stands - a save that the structure nearby does not get.
Unrelenting, Tundra dives in to reengage Retasu. He assails the Saiyan with a series of chops and palm-heel strikes first, trying to put the warrior on the defensive. But two could play at the game of Ki blasts. Suddenly he would leap back, and fire a single crimson ball of Ki at Retasu!
Tundra 453/945 GP 6/6 3d63
|
|
|
Post by Retasu on Jul 5, 2018 17:49:35 GMT -5
A sound of dismay escaped through Retasu's teeth as he watched the Arcosian regain his balance after his attack, able to stop himself from being eliminated via ring out. He was a crafty one, that was for sure. "Tch." Even though there was a slight feeling of annoyance on his part, Retasu was enjoying himself thoroughly. Being able to fight to his heart's content was something that he had not been able to do for so long, due to the situation at hand back home. Even so, his barrage of ki blasts, that kept the crowd "Ooo"ing and "Ahh"ing and on the edge of their seats, did what it could to slow down the Arcosian before he came barreling towards the Northern King once again.
The melee onslaught was deflected as much as possible, expertly waltzing with the Arcosian as he took careful steps backwards, minding his environment as to not fall off the fighting stage and eliminate himself. Charcoal colored eyes glared over at this opponent intensely, though a brow arched as the being leapt backwards, aiming to do some terrible damage to him. His own eyes opened wide, a shocked expression on his face as the only thing he could do was squat down some, covering his body with his own arms in an "X" formation as the red blast of destruction quickly was fired and detonated against Retasu's body. The crowd was up in arms, as the large explosion gave way to a thick, dark cloud of smoke where the Saiyajin had been standing.
Eventually, the smoke was dissipate and thin out, or get pushed away some by the winds of the sea breeze around the arena. The smoke gave way to the Saiyajin, still whole, but looking worse for wear for sure. The top portion of his dogi had been all but completely blown off, revealing even more of that muscular upper frame of his, his body still lowered in that defensive stance but showing a definite tremble. His entire body was wracked with pain, slowly standing to his full height, and lowering bruised and charred arms. "It seems... you're more than ready to get serious. I'm glad, I was starting to have my doubts about you, Arcosian."
Though in pain, Retasu still managed to smirk some, his neck rolled around to loosen the cobwebs within it. "Let's just see how serious you can get!" His expression contorted some, not in a bit of a frown as either palm began to generate its own sphere of ki within it. The energy itself began to generate excess, crackling off around his palms and arms like mini bolts of lightning. "Eat this!" Retasu's tired legs would hoist him up into the air, slamming both arms together at the wrist above his head as the twin spheres combined into one larger one, cupped within his slightly enclosed hands. "HAKAI HOU!!!"
A mighty war cry escaped him as both arms came down, aiming those palms down at the Arcosian. At his call, a brilliantly bright wave of ki was fired, at such an angle that the head of the beam would crash down onto Tundra's body. The point of the attack was not to swallow him whole, rather hope that the Arcosian was strong enough to wrestle with the head of the beam enough for it to push him clearly out of bounds!
As the attack had ended, Retasu landed on the tiled ground of the arena, breathing heavily now. So much for saving his stamina.
3d68 Firing Super Attack - Hakai Hou +d10, 3d78 -1 GP
471 / 1,020 HP GP: 5/6 Mosm|7Z33d78 3d78
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jul 5, 2018 22:11:40 GMT -5
Tundra grins as his blast detonates, enveloping the Saiyan in a thunderous explosion. He knew better by now than to expect the Saiyan to have been particularly harmed - if anything the Saiyan had proven itself highly resilient. The smoke clears, and as Tundra suspected, the Saiyan was still in fair condition.
However, Tundra's grin fades as Retasu calls over to him. Did the Saiyan truly think that he wasn't taking the engagement seriously? He ignores the raucous crowd, and narrows his eyes at the Saiyan. He was going to retort to Retasu's claim of having doubts, when the warrior rises into a pose. Two bright spheres of Ki meld into a single ball in the Saiyan's hands, prompting Tundra to keep the comment to himself, and steel himself for the coming blast. The Saiyan shouts, and unleashes the charging blast - the stream of Ki rockets forth, and into Tundra's outstretched hands!
Tundra digs his toes into the arena floor to brace himself, but the blast is strong - certainly stronger than those little pelting shots from before - and begins pushing Tundra's massive frame backwards. The Arcosion grits his teeth, struggling against the tide of energy as it pushes him back, faster and faster! Tiles either crumble or are completely torn out of place by Tundra's feet as he presses against the energy stream. Tundra steals a glance backwards - and sees the edge of the arena fast approaching!
Suddenly, the tactic made sense! Tundra's body aches terribly as he tries in vain to stop his momentum, veins becoming visible across his arms and neck from the strain. Just before the blast can carry him over the ledge, Tundra bellows as he lifts his feet, bending his spine backwards into a forward flip! The blast, now unabated, roars under Tundra and beyond him while the Arcosian levitates high overhead. Whether the blast hits the stands or flies off somewhere else, Tundra no longer cares.
His breathing is ragged, and his body aching from the struggle. He glares down at the warrior, and begins to slowly descend.
"You utter... fool!" Tundra growls between heavy breaths, his anger boiling in his chest. "A warrior who doubts their opponents leaves themselves open to failure. Never underestimate your foe, no matter how strong you think you are!"
Tundra looks at his palms - red and burned from holding onto the blast - as he lands carefully back down on the arena.
"Never relax, never presume victory... Until your opponent is either dead, or unable to fight back." Tundra warns the Saiyan, making his intentions known. Victory by ring-out is dishonorable to the Arcosian soldier; and while the Saiyan may settle for such a victory, Tundra would not insult their fight in such a way - thus his anger at the Saiyan grows further still. "You wonder if I am serious? Wonder no more, your Highness!"
That said, Tundra suddenly thunders towards Retasu, drawing back his left fist. Once he'd reached the Saiyan, Tundra brings the fist crashing downward, intending to crush the Saiyan against the arena with enough force to shatter the tiles around them. Whether or not it works, Tundra would relentlessly continue with a vicious combination of punches and kicks, with one aimed harshly at the Saiyan's stomach.
Now, he was not holding his strength back. His body is wracked with pain, and exhaustion is settling in - but he would not relent against the Saiyan. Not until one of them could not fight back any longer.
Tundra 550/945 GP 6/6 3d63
eZN6XvIW3d63 3d63
|
|
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)
|
Post by Tundra on Jul 6, 2018 20:20:21 GMT -5
--Rolled doubles (though they were Snake Eyes) and was informed I can do a follow up! It's short though, unfortunately-- Fully intent on delivering as much pain as possible in his assault, Tundra continues his vicious assault. The Arcosian soldier swings his left leg up, intending to drive it into the Saiyan's sternum, followed fast by an elbow aimed at the back of Retasu's head! However it turns out, Tundra would leap immediately high into the air, and fire yet another crimson ball of destructive Ki!
Tundra 550/945 GP 6/6 3d63
fxLe2UEy3d63 3d63
|
|