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Post by Retasu on Jul 8, 2018 20:17:13 GMT -5
Retasu's attack, while doing as much harm as possible to Tundra, did not complete it's actual task of eliminating the Arcosian with a ring out. Instead, after it had inflicted whatever damage it had on the being, he would casually fling it upwards into the air, changing the trajectory of the blast with, what seemed like, little effort at all. Thankfully for those in the stands, the blast arced in such a way that it missed an entire section of the crowd completely as they all shrieked and hollered, going off into the bright sky and exploding like fireworks. Retasu lowered his arms, his breaths were a bit labored from having to use that much stamina. It was then that Tundra gave him an earful, the Saiyajin nearly rolling his eyes in dismay. "Tch. A lesson in combat? Save your breath, Arcosian. I'm cut from a different cloth in comparison to anyone you've ever fought before." He jabbed a thumb towards his own chest with a bit of a smirk, doing his best to hide the fact that his body was aching.
With that, Tundra's onslaught came forward with another impressive display of melee prowess and strength. Backing the Northern King up quite a bit, one large fist slipped through to slam into Retasu's stomach, his lungs exploded with every bit of air leaving them. "Guuhh!!" The combination attack did not end there, however, with a stiff kick planted into his sternum to prevent any air from entering his body, before a harsh elbow spiked directly into the back of Retasu's head sending him face first into the tiled arena floor. Finally, the Saiyajin's lungs filled with air, a ragged gasping sound could be heard as it did. Just in time, as well, as he rolled over into his back to kip up and see the Arcosian fire another sphere of ki down towards him. This time Retasu would be able to defend himself a bit better, with a sense of pride to show the Arcosian he was every bit as powerful. As the sphere came towards him, both hands shot out to physically grasp it on either side. The blast did not detonate right away, instead, braving the burning feeling in his hands as he clutched it, Retasu would throw his arms up in his best mimicry of Tundra, sending the blast rocketing off into the sky and exploding in a crimson light show for the crowd.
They loved it.
The roar of the crowd was deafening as Mr. Announcer screamed things into his microphone. Little did all of these people know they were brushing with death every minute that this fight went on. With an intense glare, Retasu took to the sky after Tundra, launching himself as high as needed to make contact. His right arm was cocked back, and at the last second his body fizzled from view. Using every ounce of energy to do so, the Saiyajin would speed up to "materialize" behind the Arcosian, clasping both hands together and slamming them down onto the top of his head with a double axe handle for a crash course with the unforgiving arena floor.
3d68 577 / 1,020 HP GP: 5/6 oUYW9oWR3d68 3d68
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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 Jul 8, 2018 21:49:38 GMT -5
Tundra only glares at the Saiyan as the latter barks back a retort, and this only intensified when he managed to literally push away Tundra's Ki ball. He had nothing more to say to the being, but when Retasu launches off the ground, Tundra's own Ki aura flares and he rushes to meet the Saiyan's charge head on!
Tundra throws a right hook - only for the Saiyan to suddenly vanish! Tundra's eyes widen; the Saiyan had tricked him! Before the Arcosian soldier can react, the Saiyan hammers the back of Tundra's skull with tremendous force, sending his massive frame meteoring down to the arena! Tundra crashes into the arena, sending chunks of rubble and tiles flying in all directions. The impact causes the Arcosian to hack up a glob of blood, and left him stunned still in the crater.
The attack has a terrible effect on the soldier, whom stays still as the announcer peers over the edge of the crater and makes a comment - though Tundra is too disoriented to understand what is being said - and the countdown begins. Shakily, Tundra manages to roll over, and push himself to his feet before the count finishes. There were no two ways about this - another hit like than, and he would certainly lose. His breathing is ragged, but he defiantly raises his fists once more. Moving on instincts honed through his service to the Organization, Tundra stubbornly bursts off the arena and rockets at Retasu!
Once again, he engages the Saiyan with a series of punches, chops, and now kicks! He attempts to chop both sides of Retasu's neck, followed quickly by a swinging left elbow aimed at the Saiyan's collar bone!
Tundra 715/945 GP 6/6 3d63
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Post by Retasu on Jul 10, 2018 20:47:24 GMT -5
The simple double axe handle did the job, having put as much energy as he could into it. Though the attack looked elementary enough, Retasu's stamina continued to deplete, silently cursing himself for having overexerted himself this much already. If he was going to make it into the finals there would surely be an issue. Hopefully his would be opponent would end up just as winded as himself! The remaining rags that made up the top of his dogi were ripped off his upper half and tossed aside, leaving him bare chested. An impressive sweat stained physique was revealed, created from the greatest warrior genes in the Universe.
The Arcosian would explode off the arena floor quickly after, though, aiming to confront Retasu without another melee onslaught. The duo would exchange blows in the air, the crowd still reacting insanely to what they were seeing, before Tundra managed to break through his defenses with a double chop to either side of his neck. With a grimace, the chops sent shock waves of pain down his body, before an elbow came crashing down onto his collarbone in an attempt to drive the Saiyajin back to the arena floor. Retasu would fall like a stone, feeling the pain and the power behind Tundra's attack, but managed to catch his balance in the air, spinning a few times and landing on the tilted floor with relative ease. The crowd applauded.
Wiping some blood from his lips, Retasu would launch himself up at the air again, for the same type of attack as before. However, this time he didn't attempt to trick the Arcosian, rather with his right arm cocked back it'd slam forward, aimed to hit the horned one flush in the jaw. He was betting on the Arcosian expecting him to try and change his position at the last minute like last time and failing completely. Should the punch hit or not, it was then that Retasu would move with blinding speed, attempting to wrap his arms around Tundra's body from behind, his stomach pressed against his back. "Going down?!"
Keeping his body clinging to the Arcosian, Retasu's ki flared up around him, attempting to send him spiraling downwards towards the arena floor with no intent to stop or have Tundra stop himself. He was attempting to aim for the out of bounds area, and at the last second before reaching the tiled, arena floor let Tundra go, attempting to have the alien crash land on the ground with very little chance to defend himself.
3d68 669 / 1,020 HP GP: 5/6 N_rt99d73d68 3d68
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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 Jul 10, 2018 22:45:43 GMT -5
Tundra's attacks still appear to hold some weight, as he relentlessly pounds away at his opponent; but it was becoming clear that the battle would not likely end in his favor. His last blow knocks the Saiyan back down to the arena below, but the warrior quickly returns to the fray. Tundra braces himself as the Saiyan comes at him with the same maneuver again! But this time, Tundra backs off, flying backwards to prevent the Saiyan from catching him in the same trap a second time.
Either this method worked, or the Saiyan didn't think the trick would work again, as Retasu continued to fly straight at Tundra and thrust a vicious punch - but the Arcosian soldier is ready this time. Retasu's fist would strike against Tundra's left forearm, but the blow is too heavy for the weary Arcosian, and the blow slams Tundra's arm against his forehead - shoving the large soldier several meters backwards. Suddenly, Tundra feels the Saiyan's arms wrap around his midsection.
"Filthy coward!!" Tundra shouts at the Saiyan as he struggles to free himself. "Enough of your games! Fight me like a warrior!!"
Before Tundra can escape the Saiyan's grip, he and the Saiyan begin rocketing down towards the ground. Was the Saiyan mad?! As Retasu and Tundra near the ground, the Arcosian soldier reflexively throws his hands forward! In the instant just before Retasu let's go, Tundra's palms flash, and a stream of Ki is unleashed into the ground! The blast crashes into the ground, and Tundra's hands ram against his own chest, stopping his fall - though the soldier finds himself caught in the back draft of the explosion, and is hurled back through the air. He adjusts his path with some of the little Ki he has left and falls hard against the tiled arena.
Shakily, and slowly, Tundra again rises to his feet. His breath is ragged, and his skin and carapace are littered with burns, bleeding scrapes, and dark bruises. For a moment, Tundra stands tall, staring at the Saiyan warrior. His glare strangely turns into a grin! But a moment later, Tundra seems to lose his balance, and slumps forward down to one knee, supporting his weight with his left hand against the ground as his breathing becomes even more ragged. At this rate, he isn't likely to win the Tournament - but that wasn't necessarily the reason he had attended anyway. The victory would have felt nice either way, though.
Tundra coughs, spattering purple blood on the tiles in front of him, as he forces himself back up to stand.
"You... are a... tricky one..." Tundra huffs. "But don't... count me down... just yet..! I still... I still have enough... to defeat at least you!!"
Tundra digs deep, and his crimson black aura explodes around the Arcosian's body! Tundra hurtles straight at the Saiyan, and suddenly vanishes! But rather than appear behind Retasu, Tundra would appear above to deliver a double axe-handle blow aimed at the Saiyan's left shoulder! Whether successful or not, Tundra would follow through with a fast paced storm of crimson ki balls, each that would detonate upon impact!
Tundra 840/945 GP 6/6 3d63
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Post by Retasu on Jul 14, 2018 9:47:23 GMT -5
Retasu maintained his balance after his attack, watching as the Arcosian was able to prevent himself from falling off the fighting stage. With a suck in on his teeth in disdain, the Saiyajin readied himself after the slight speech from Tundra. "Tch. Defeating me won't mean anything if you're just going to drop dead in the final match. Just do us both a favor and stay dow--?!" He was cut off by Tundra's oncoming speed, slamming a double axe handle smash right into his shoulder from behind which brought the Northern King to his knees with a cry of pain. His shoulder likely popped out of the socket from the force of it, his other hand reaching over to grab it with a flinch. He could barely move it, gnashing his teeth together visibly as he continued to flinch in pain.
"Bastard..." With some space created, a storm of ki blasts rocketed towards him, unable to completely guard himself, but rather throwing up his right arm over his body as each blast pelted him, exploding on impact and causing damage, while at the same time forcing him to skid back on his heels towards the edge of the fighting stage. "Grrrr...!!" A growl escaped him, a pain one at that, doing his best to maintain his balance without being completely blown away by the Arcosian.
"I... I thought I said.... to...." His own energy flared out around him, eyes nearly bulging from his head while doing his best to ignore the pain. Finally, he found his footing within the assault, planting his booted feet firmly before rushing forward with a mighty war cry. The blasts still hitting him and detonating on impact, but if he could move through them, his right arm cocked back, the only arm he could move at the moment, with a mighty fists ready to strike. "STAY! DOWN!"
If he was able to catch the Arcosian off guard during his ki blast assault, it would leave him wide open to Retasu's fist striking solidly against his cheek with incredible impact! His left arm still hanging somewhat limply at his side. The point of the punch was to end the Arcosian flying backwards and landing outside of the stage, if possible.
3d68 774 / 1,020 HP GP: 5/6 OUlDgqus3d68 3d68
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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 Jul 14, 2018 12:13:08 GMT -5
The Arcosian soldier takes no time to revel in the effectiveness of his assault, but he did feel the Saiyan's shoulder dislocate when struck. To Tundra's surprise, the Saiyan manages to power through his blasts! Each blast continued to harm the warrior, but the Saiyan just pushed forward through the pain. Tundra knew what was coming, but he continued to pressure the Saiyan all the way up to the point where Retasu rams his fist into Tundra's cheek bone, bracing himself as much as he possibly could.
But too much damage had been sustained as it is, and the blow was heavy, despite the Saiyan's injury. Tundra's massive frame is flung backwards, completing two full left turn spins until he hits the arena floor. The Arcosian soldier skids backwards, but digs the curved carapace protrusions on his forearms into the tiles, stopping himself just short of the edge. Defiantly, Tundra forces himself back to his feet, albeit very slowly and with very clear harm to his balance.
Blood weeps from Tundra's mouth, spattering on his chin and chest. His red eyes glaze over as he sets his sights on the Saiyan once again, and he seems to attempt to say something. But before the Arcosian can utter a word, he falls forward with a heavy thud - finally unconscious.
Tundra 920/945 GP 6/6
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Post by Retasu on Jul 14, 2018 17:44:08 GMT -5
With Tundra's body having collapsed after the mighty knock out blow from Retasu, the gong would sound. Mr. Announcer would get up on the microphone once again, screaming over the roaring crowd. "THE WINNER AND ADVANCING TO THE FINALS OF THE TOURNAMENT: RETASU!"
+1,575 EXP ... +30% Saiyajin Bonus = +2,048 EXP +788 Zeni -1 Oozaru Item (which will be taken away before the tournament is over)
+1,020 EXP ... +20% 2nd Form Bonus = +1,224 EXP +510 Zeni +686 SP
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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 Jul 23, 2018 23:25:12 GMT -5
For the brief calm before the storm, Retasu gains 367 SP!
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