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10,120
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Oozaru [x10]
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1,056
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Post by Pars on Jul 8, 2024 2:37:30 GMT
PL: 2,822
It was bright and early on Planet Vegeta, a couple of days after Pars returned from the Cereal invasion. After he fully recovered, he had been doing nothing but training vigorously. Today, he was sparring four Saibamen at once in the middle of an empty Gladiatorial Arena. When there weren't large events taking place, it was the perfect place to train. The best part was that it allowed him to not be distracted by anyone who might want to strike up a conversation. He was hardly in a talking mood after getting rocked by the Cerealians.
The Saibamens' attacks were coordinated and precise, launching offensive maneuvers with impressive precision. Well, impressive for creatures who grew out of the ground at least. Unfortunately for them, Pars's body had undergone the legendary Zenkai boost in response to his near-death experience. It had greatly increased his speed, strength, agility, and more. Thanks to this, he was able to keep up with them comfortably. He was still getting used to his newfound battle power, trying to test where his limits were. Right now, he felt almost unstoppable. After all, he had only been able to fight up to two Saibamen at once before he left for Cereal.
Even so, he couldn't be too happy. This power increase was practically a mark of shame. If he was going to get significantly stronger, he'd rather it be because of his own strength and efforts and not some built-in, biological function that kicks in out of desperation. Pars swore to himself that this would be the last time he would bear the shame of defeat against another. Especially someone who wasn't a Saiyan Warrior. He was supposed to be better than that.
Still, he had some respect for the strength of the Cerealians. On one hand, most species are so oblivious to their own potential that they'd rather lay down and die. Those marksmen actually seemed to be at least slightly aware of their own abilities enough to hold their own. It was commendable for them, especially when they weren't given the tools for greatness like the Saiyans were. On the other hand, it only made his defeat feel all the worse. He was weak. Too weak.
Annoyed, Pars's elbow shot out to the side, burying itself in a Saibamen's temple. The creature dropped to the ground like a dead weight, it was unclear if it was even still alive. The other three reacted swiftly, each one attacking him from a different angle. He leaped into the air, giving himself some room as he let his sparring "partners" pass under him. He propelled himself downwards, shouting a warrior's cry as he threw a downward punch into the jaw of another. He heard the sharp SNAP! of bone as the Saibamen's face was crushed between the ground and the Saiyan's fist. Once he stood up, he'd stomp on its face to finish it off.
Blood splattering all over his clothes and armor, Pars took on a martial arts stance as he prepared to end this battle. So far, he was unsatisfied with this exercise. He could hardly be satisfied with this level of difficulty. It's not like he wasn't trying, but it was nowhere near the "I might die" level of training that he so desperately craved. He sprinted towards the last two Saibamen, who had fear written all over their faces. Giving up on strategically taking them down one by one to make it more difficult for himself, he proceeded to exchange a series of punches and kicks with them. As he did this, he would end up taking a hit or two, but he wanted more. He wanted something to make his heart sing!
WC: 618
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
Tech Points
1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Jul 8, 2024 8:52:24 GMT
PL: 2674
"What? Who's in there?" Salada snapped. She had been informed someone else had taken over the arena and was using it to maul some saibamen. Salada had gotten comfortable with the idea that the arena, at least for the time being, was hers. An endless number of opponents ranging from slaves to upper-crust saibamen, to traitorous saiyans captured attempting to flee the battlefield... All were hers to do with as she will in the days leading up to Braccus' little tournament. Honestly, she was surprised any low-class Saiyan could make their way up here to fight in the first place for that was what the Saiyan in there was. Even from here, just at the entrance to the main coliseum, she could see the man going about his work, taking apart his saibamen in short order. Salada knew their type, fought with them before: Ragged, unrefined, but knew their place. The ones that didn't seemed to have a low life-expectancy as they had no rest neither at home, nor on the battlefield. Something would always take the disobedient ones away... and ship them off to kais-know-where, whether it was another dangerous mission... or the next dimension.
As it should be. The nobility need not suffer the foolishness of the uppity grunts who, after getting their heads pushed in one-too-many-times, thought themselves their equals. Strength dictated position in Saiyan society, more or less, but for those born into their power, they saw the rise of distinguished lower-class warriors as nothing more than an inconvenience, a drag on where they desired the empire to go. Salada... was one of these people. How dare this low-class dog march his way into upper society and presume to fight in the arena as if it were his right? In fact, how dare the arena guards allow this to happen!? Salada huffed angrily as the wait continued to extend, Salada tapping a finger impatiently upon her thigh.
...Alright. That's it.
"Beat it, low-class." Salada demanded, sauntering out into the arena's battleground, paying no mind to the body-parts and blood she had to walk through to make it up to the stranger. From here, she could practically smell the ignobility of this man. It polluted the air around him, practically turning his mere presence into a weapon. That, combined with the scent of shredded saibamen, it made approaching him more of a duty now than an act of self-satisfaction. If the guards weren't going to get rid of this punk, she would. Perhaps humiliate him as well... if he was foolish enough to challenge an elite.
"I don't know who let you in here, but this isn't a place for your kind. Get out of here."
WC: 450 |
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10,120
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1/7
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 8, 2024 22:36:57 GMT
"Hm?"
Pars dropped the last two Saibamen as he heard a voice call out to him. He turned towards it, realizing it was someone telling him to hit the hay. As she approached him, he sized her up. Her condescension, her posture, her confidence, this was clearly one of the Elites. The best of the best of the Saiyan Race. As a Low Class in Elite territory, this was not exactly a favorable situation. Still, Pars just had his own pride shoved up his ass a few days ago. He wouldn't let that happen again, even it was from a superior.
"My kind? Saiyan blood runs through both our veins. Even if you lot like to pretend it doesn't." He shot back. The way he, and all who were like him, were treated by the Elite Class was irritating to say the least. They would talk about them like they were children, running around in little diapers. Sure, they were both more capable and more experienced than them and they deserved respect for that, but they weren't the only warriors on this planet. He walked up to her, crossing his arms and standing right in front of her with no sign of backing down.
What he was about to do next would make this encounter almost certainly end in a fight. Plus, talking shit to someone who was pissing him off always seemed to brighten up his day.
"Sorry, but finder's keepers. How about you run along and come back later when I'm done? I'm sure mommy and daddy are looking for you." He said, referencing her height as he stood over her. If there was anyone who was going to test the limits of this new power boost he got, it was going to be her. Besides, he might get to go back to his squad mates with bragging rights about socking an Elite in the jaw.
WC: 318
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
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1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Jul 8, 2024 23:36:34 GMT
...Salada genuinely couldn't believe this. It seemed that the nobles had lost their control over their lesser kin because this SCUM was talking to HER like she didn't own his life! IN FACT, if she dared to give him the credit, she would've believed HE THOUGHT he was better than her somehow, speaking like he was! Salada was actually dumbstruck. There was pride. OH YES, there was pride... but this was something else.
"A.... Aheheh..." Salada chuckled, cupping her forehead between her fingers. What other reaction could their be at such a RIDICULOUS situation!? Them...? EQUALS!? Merely because they were Saiyans? Where was this punk raised? EARTH!? Salada only laughed harder as the man's spiel continued on, declaring that his little piece of the empire was his, at least for now, because... he was here FIRST!? And he was making petty attacks at her parentage while he was at it!? What was he, a child himself? Salda shook her head and grinned at the man... Two faces stared at the man from across the arena. The smile was one of amusement. Obviously, she thought he was funny. Look at this man, what amounted to a dancing monkey, was putting on a show for her, declaring himself worthy when he most certainly was NOT!
...The other, that which could be seen in the shadows overcasting Salada's eyes, was a cold, heartless stare. She looked upon Pars like he was a bug, a look that proclaimed, with ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY... that she was gonna mangle this man, if not outright kill him. It was the kind of icy intensity that held not even rage, but a complete disregard for life, one that saw the being before her as a thing best... out of the way... of everything... forever. The alternative was too repulsive to even contemplate, seeing his sassy little tail back in her arena, this time with something to prove.
Without another word, Salada raised her finger, pointed it at the man's shoulder and shot a THIN, almost bullet-like blast, aiming to pierce through his shoulder. Regardless if it worked, Salada was on the move the instant it fired, tracing right behind the blast before bringing her boot up in a slow, MIGHTY ARC, aiming to CRUSH into his abs and send him skyward! Using her momentum, she would then BACKFLIP over him and, while completing the flip, KICK the man back down to the ground!
"Low-class scum." She rumbled, still grinning. "It'll be my pleasure to erase you."
WC: 416
TWC: 866
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10,120
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 9, 2024 1:51:11 GMT
Pars barely managed to evade the thin beam even with how telegraphed the move was, the energy searing the surface of the shoulder's skin. He gritted his teeth as he tried to withstand the pain, but that was nothing compared to the attacks that immediately followed. His jaw dropped and as he bent over after her foot JAMMED ITSELF INTO HIS TORSO, knocking the wind clean out of him! His body was tossed up into the air like a ragdoll. Above him, he saw as she raced into a position above him before he even began his descent completing a kick aiming right for him!
Crossing both arms to block, her foot collided with his forearms, sending back toward the ground! His back hit the dirt with a hard CRASH, a shallow crater forming beneath him. He laid there for a moment, his heart beginning to pick up the pace. That... hurt. A LOT. He rolled onto his stomach before getting up onto his knees, spitting blood out of his mouth. He was spot on, This was EXACTLY what he needed. He wasn't able to get hit like that before and still stand. Was it true, he could take it now? Even from an Elite?
He began to chuckle and stood back on his feet, showing off his blood-stained teeth as he was beginning to get pumped up. He began to laugh out loud, his Warrior Heart finally awakening. "HAHAHAHAHA. ERASE ME HUH?" His white aura erupted around him and flared ferociously. Pars wasn't about to do that warm-up crap this time. He was itching for redemption and a fight, and he got a chance to have both of them right now. He wasn't about to pass this up.
"INTERESTING!" He said energetically, getting into his warrior stance. If she wanted to kill him so bad, she was welcome to try. If she could, maybe that meant he deserved it. A weak Saiyan is a worthless one, after all. "A LOW-CLASS SCUM AND A STUCK-UP ELITE, WHAT'S THE GAP BETWEEN US I WONDER?" He said, shooting himself off the ground straight towards her. Once he was at her level, Pars feinted a right jab to her face to bait her guard so that she'd expose her torso. Then, with his left knee, fired off an attack straight for it. He'd then follow up with a right hook to her jaw to send her to the ground this time! If this attack worked, he'd meet her onto the ground with the intention of keeping the fight there. He wanted to decrease the odds of being outmaneuvered by her attacks.
WC: 438
TWC: 1374
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
Tech Points
1/8
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Jul 9, 2024 10:04:04 GMT
...Well, at least this man had some bite to match up to his bark. Salada smirked as her foot, instead of SMASHING the top of his skull open, met his arms in a defensive block instead! The young, hotblooded wastrel landed hard upon the earth, none the worse for wear. Interesting... Perhaps she would get something of value from this trash after all. In a flash of energy, the man would just laugh and laugh, musing about how far large the gap between them really was!
"Have you gone insane?" Salada asked, half-seriously. "I would think that answer is obvious. You are trash. While I-" Salada blinked and, in an instant, the man was in her face! "...Fast." She grunted, a hand shooting up to stop Pars' punch, only for his motion to completely reverse into another attack, a knee to her stomach! Salada's elite training kicked in, her reflexes as sharp as knives as she reciprocated with a knee of her own, the two SLAMMING their knee-caps together in a ferocious EXPLOSION of power! Salada gritted her teeth, her body rattling ever so slightly under the force of the attack! She felt herself give just the slightest amount of space in the air above them, pushed back by his advance!
"...Ngh..." She winced, annoyed... before a fist CRACKED her across the jaw at a downward angle! Like a Saiyan pod blasting off from a launch-pad, Salada would ROCKET downward towards the ground, slowing just enough to catch herself with her hands, then, using her momentum, back flip deftly to her feet! She rubbed her struck cheek with the back of her hand before spitting out a glop of red... something to the dirt of the arena. ...Jaw was still sore. He was stronger than she thought too.
...This could get interesting.
As Pars rocketed down towards her, one of Salada's hands would shoot out, aiming to grab the man by the collar of his armor before JERKING him in for a brutal HEADBUTT to his forehead! Should she have ringed his coconut, Salada would then return his punch with one of her own, throwing a brutal uppercut into the man's stomach! From there, she would open her fist against his body and fire a beam POINT BLANK into his torso, aiming to BLAST him away from her in a flash of sanguine light!
WC: 394 TWC: 1260
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10,120
Tech Points
1/7
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 9, 2024 22:39:08 GMT
Her reactions were almost completely spot on, as expected. If it wasn’t for that feint, she probably would’ve countered every move flawlessly. Being creative was going to be a running theme in this fight. She had likely faced many things that Pars had never seen before, regular attacks were not going to work against her. If he was going to have any chance of winning this fight, he would have to do many things he had never done before. Go beyond his limitations and do the unexpected!
This is perfect!
Pars thought as his forehead collided with Salada’s, sending him into a temporary daze. Just as he began to react, he was ROCKED by another hit to the torso. He could feel his knees weaken after the mighty blow, but before he could fall to the ground, a light from the Elite’s hand shined brightly before him! He tried to react in time, but it proved to be a futile effort. The energy blast rocketed his body away, shards of armor exploding outwards from it as it skipped across the gladiator floor and slammed into the wall behind him. He laid there for a moment in order to gather his bearings. To be honest, he had a hard time getting up after an attack like that. Their power might’ve been closer than before, but that definitely didn’t make up for the skill gap.
Her attacks were swift with no hesitation. It was almost as if she wasn’t thinking before she acted, it was all just pure instinct. More than likely built into her after decades of war and battle. So fierce that one wrong move would surely cost him. Taking a deep breath, he stood up in his smoking armor and charred clothes. This fight wasn’t over yet.
Far from it.
“COME ON, WHAT ARE THOSE LOVE TAPS? IS THAT ALL AN ELITE WARRIOR HAS TO OFFER?”
His first step was a stumble, but he was marching forward towards her now with full confidence.
“I WANT MORE! IT’S LIKE THE REAL FIGHT HASN’T EVEN STARTED YET. WEREN’T YOU GOING TO ERASE ME? I’VE NEVER HEARD OF AN ELITE WHO COULDN’T EVEN FINISH THE JOB.”
A bright green orb appeared in the palm of his hand as he approached her, focusing his ki to power up this next attack.
“SOMEONE LET KING BRACCUS KNOW THAT A “LOW-CLASS SCUM” SNUCK INTO HIS HIGHER RANKS.”
His march turned into a sprint. Once he got halfway towards her, he fired his attack straight at her.
“BEETROOT BLAST!”
A powerful green energy beam was launched straight towards Salada! As powerful as this attack was, it wasn’t the real one. He circled around her as fast as he could. Flying, but still just above the ground. Assuming she could deal with such a linear attack, he’d use the diversion he created for himself to tackle her to the ground! Throwing his full body weight into her torso! After that, he’d let out a powerful ROAR in her face that was reminiscent of an oozaru’s cry, emitting a shockwave in an attempt to send her FURTHER INTO THE GROUND!
WC: 522
TWC: 1896
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18,090
Tech Points
1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Jul 9, 2024 23:12:03 GMT
...And like that, Salada had STRUCK Pars down, SMACKING him aside like the loose piece of trash he WAS! Salada smirked as the Saiyan FLEW away in a charred, smoking heap, landing hard upon the arena ground as the elite rose to her full height. She hadn't killed him, the blast having not blown a hole right through his body, but she was sure she had made her point. ...And then Pars climbed back to his feet, going on a hot-blooded rant about "how he wasn't satisfied," and how "she was going to erase him" and all of that stuff. Salada only scoffed, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head. Did he not realize yet that she hadn't gotten started, that she was still PLAYING with him? What a pathetic little creature, thinking he was all HIGH and MIGHTY because he survived an attack she INTENDED him to. The pity in Salada's smirk was almost as tangible as the blast she had drilled into Pars' stomach, as if he were nothing more than a child screaming at a world that would crush him... in it's own time.
"Then shut up and fight." Salada challenged, completely unmoved by his wild ramblings. She might as well have been hearing the mad musings of a demented mad-man for as much stock as she put into his words! What did SHE care what he thought of her? He was low-born, fodder in the grand scheme of things! He wasn't powerful. He wasn't important. He held as much sway on her heart as the odd annoying mosquito might: its only purpose being the small bit of satisfaction she'd get when it was inevitably caught and SQUASHED!
It seemed that Pars would come to realize that psychological warfare wasn't going to get him anywhere so he turned back to physical, firing a massive BEAM in her direction with one of the most amusing names she'd ever heard!
"'Beatroot Blast...?'" Salada scoffed, raising a hand, fingers extended as if to resemble a blade. "You're amusing, I'll give you that." Seeing the blast in front of her as a REAL challenge, a REAL hallmark that their fight was stepping up a notch, Salada would channel her ki into her hand, a long sword-like construct forming around it, it's edge a rotating blaze of burning teeth! Salada would THRUST her hand into the blast the moment it got within reach, her teeth gritting with effort, her boots grinding into the sand as she PUSHED against it! With a grunt, she WRENCHED her hand upwards, SLICING the blast (and the wall behind it) in two... and it was at that moment, Salada realized... Pars wasn't there! Salada whirled around a second too late as the man BARRELED into her, taking her to the ground! The elite would grunt in annoyance as she crashed to the earth with Pars on top of her, the man... then letting out a SCREAM that BOMBARDED HER LIKE SOME KIND OF KI-VOLLEY OR SOMETHING! The ground below Pars and around Salada EXPLODED beneath the roar, the Saiyan woman screaming herself in a vain attempt to block out the noise... the PAIN! It was everywhere, crushing into her body, into her ears, AGONY... but not weakness. Salada's saiyan body did not give IN, but FOUGHT against the struggle, her hand reaching up and GRABBING onto Pars' jaw,, fingers digging into his cheeks! Slowly, battered, her armor scuffed and cracked, Salada would rise her eyes glinting sinisterly as she scowled down at Pars.
"You bastard..." Salada growled, cocking back a fist. "How dare you...!?" If Pars couldn't wriggle free, Salada would throw a MASSIVE HAYMAKER Into the temple of his head, aiming to SMASH him DOWN into the ground he had just destroyed! Tit-for-Tat... if not a little more.
WC: 633
TWC: 1893
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10,120
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1/7
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 10, 2024 0:27:14 GMT
Forcing a smile through the grip of Salada's hand on his jaw, Pars raised his arm to block the blow.
"GUH!"
The sound escaped through his lips as he accepted the force of her punch, feeling the impact throughout his entire body. The momentum behind it was still powerful enough to send him further into the ground, resulting in him gripping the dirt and rock to slow his descent to a halt. That blow might have knocked him out cold if it landed on its target. What an attack! Things were escalating rapidly, who knows what would happen if they kept up at this pace. What a rush!
"HOW DARE I? YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ANYTHING YET." He snapped back, rushing back towards her just as fast as he had gotten knocked away. Being underground was a tight space, he had to be at the top of his game here. If he could keep being the aggressor, he could capitalize on this opportunity and land a devastating blow of his own! He came back with a flying knee aimed directly at her sternum. Afterward, he brought up his arms and threw them down as an overhead smash to the back of her head in an attempt to send her even FURTHER into the ground!
Pars then raised his hand again, a familiar green light reappearing in his left hand.
"Oh don't worry, THIS ONE'S REAL."
The Low-Class Saiyan would then unleash a SECOND BEETROOT BLAST towards her, aiming to strike her square in the chest!
WC: 254
TWC: 2150
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
Tech Points
1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Post by Salada on Jul 11, 2024 0:15:53 GMT
The bastard managed to raise an arm before Salada' WRATH could bash his stupid face in, yet it wouldn't stop his momentum from carrying him several meters into the planet's crust! With a sharp SMASH-ing sound, the male saiyan would FLY a short while through solid ROCK, resistance failing to play a factor until he was WELL out of arms reach! Salada 'tsk'-ed in frustration as the man still had the strength to talk foolishly to her. She supposed she should commend his toughness or something! After all, wasn't that all his kind was good for: Fighting and taking hits?
...Still, his voice was starting to annoy her.... greatly. Her patience wasn't going to last if he didn't SHUT UP AND FIGHT. The latter, Pars would do, at least, charging right at her with a WELL-TELEGRAPHED knee-strike aimed at her gut! If she didn't know better, she would've guessed that this man LOVED to telegraph his attacks with a one-liner or two. This time, Salada wouldn't try to meet him head on, instead shift deftly out of the way and allow him to SHOOT right in front of her! ....And so he would. As Pars SHOT in close, Salada would sidestep expertly so that she now stood to his side, fist cocked back, ready to strike. She would through a BRUTALLY sharp jab at his side, so swift and precise that she anticipated it to go RIGHT through his armor, SMASH through his ribs and into his lungs! ...It went through him alright... Or rather, where he once stood, anyway. Pars would suddenly DISAPPEAR an instant before her fist would connect, Salada's instinct kicking in JUST IN TIME for her to whirl around and spot a pair of interlaced hands coming down on her! Her own hands shooting up, Salada's forearms would intercept Pars' sledgehammer just a second too late, the impact throwing her off balance and causing the elite to stagger back a step! She hissed as her feet struggled to find purchase on the ground, her eyes focused on her uneven posture if that would somehow steady it...
...Giving Pars at the time in the world to charge his little attack.
Salada would raise her head too late as Pars, declaring that his one was somehow more real than the last, FIRED his attack at her, a big green beam ARCHING across the land at her!
Damn it! Salada roared internally, time slowing down for her in that instant! I can't dodge... I don't have time to intercept it... I have to...
"YOU FOOL!" Salada ROARED, throwing her hands forward! The blast GROUND into her gloved palms as Salada PUSHED against it's ferocious front, the Saiyan SCREAMING with power as her feet ground into the earth! She grunted and snarled, her aura FLARING UP around her... before the beam EXPLODED in her face in a violent cloud of black smoke! Nothing would happen for a second, then two... then a MASSIVE RED SPHERE SHOT OUT at Pars, aiming to SMASH INTO HIM and detonate on contact! Should he dodge, Salada would appear in front of the man, battle-damaged, breast-plate cracked and crumbling, suit torn in places, face contorted with utter RAGE! She would swing her knee around to SMASH into Pars' ribs before throwing a punch STRAIGHT into the center of his face, ending with a downward axe-kick to the top of his head, aiming to send him spiraling back down into the ground, below her.
Where he belonged!
WC: 582 TWC: 2475
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POWER LEVEL
10,120
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1/7
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Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 11, 2024 2:12:09 GMT
Pars smirked as Salada did everything she could to hold the blast. By this point, he knew that she had enough in her to stop the blast, but it was still an awe to see. He was eager to see what else she had in store! Outside of the one ki blast she threw earlier, he was the only one using big, flashy moves. All of that, just to keep up. If nothing else, he was going to draw whatever she had up her sleeve out of her! As the blast exploded in front of her, Pars took this moment to fly toward the smoke with a reminder to himself to be wary about any attacks that might slip out of there. One false move could mean the end of this fight right here, who knew what her next attack would be?
And it looked like he'd find out.
A LARGE energy sphere shot out of the smoke. Now THAT'S more like it! He thought as he narrowly avoided the blast, straining his body as he flew around the sphere. He was so close that the heat emitting from the attack was searing what was left of his armor, his undershirt and pants starting to darken into a charred black. It looked like he was out of the woods, but he was very... VERY MISTAKEN.
Salada had appeared right before him, he had played right into her hands. He saw her leg winded up ready to strike, but there was no time to move. No doubt about it, it was going to hit. HARD. He had no choice but to brace for impact!
WHAM!
Pars couldn't even pretend that his ribs weren't broken. Her knee had shattered the entire side of his rib cage like glass. Blood spewed out of his lips toward her armor while pieces of broken bone dug into his lungs. His entire chest felt like it was on fire. Any average person would be immediately downed by a hit like that, no doubt about it.
I CAN'T... I CAN'T! He screamed at himself internally as he leaned forward, screaming through his teeth as he accepted the next punch with his forehead to absorb some of the impact. Time waited for no one, and she wasn't going to stop just because he got "hurt real bad". Like it or not, the next attack was coming and it was coming FAST. Pain or not, he would have to respond or lose. Respond or DIE.
"I- TCH- GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Though the adrenaline pumping through his body helped, he fought through excruciating pain as he caught her leg with both of his hands. He let out a warrior cry and used her leg to throw to the ground below him with all of his might! He was about to go after her, but a second SHARP PAIN SHOT UP HIS BODY. Momentarily paralyzed in agony, he dropped to the ground in a kneeling position. He coughed up more blood and began to take bigger inhales as it became harder to breathe.
With each breath the pain grew greater, his lungs ripping more as they expanded. He repeatedly slammed the ground before him with his right fist, trying to convince himself to get up. If he allowed himself to succumb to the pain, even for a moment, there would be no coming back. He would look back towards his opponent, to see if she was already on the counterattack.
Come on... I'm a Saiyan Warrior. This- This is nothing! Nothing...
"NOTHING." He said to himself, gradually rising to his feet. Despite that injury, he was getting used to her movements now. On top of that, her condition didn't look that great either. If he could just keep it together for a bit longer, there was still a chance he could pull through!
"It looks like... this "trash"... is holding up pretty well. I certainly hope... you can do better than that."
He took a single step forward, gently holding his side with the opposite arm.
"That was a pretty good appetizer. Now it's time for the MAIN COURSE."
WC: 686
TWC: 2836
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POWER LEVEL
18,090
Tech Points
1/8
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
14,137
Saiyan
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Jul 11, 2024 23:03:46 GMT
Post by Salada on Jul 11, 2024 23:03:46 GMT
Ah... There it was.
To Salada, there was very little more satisfying than the feeling of someone's bones breaking against her fist. That wet, sickening CRACK as the very foundations of their bodies shattered... Especially from someone as strong as Pars. YES, Salada would admit it (to herself) that Pars WAS a worthy opponent. He was loud, almost annoyingly so, but he had backed up EVERY INCH OF HIS BLUSTER with muscle.
...Unfortunately for him, all that hot air wasn't going to save him now. With his ribs broken, blood exploded from Pars' lips like a gushing fountain, rolling down over his chin and splattering across his breastplate. She must've pierced a lung, Salada. Maybe a bit of rib went poking somewhere it shouldn't... Radiant. THAT was how one did a surprise-attack. She
"Nnngh..." Salada grunted, her leg trembling under her weight, ALMOST giving way! It was just then that the Saiyan felt how utterly WRECKED her own body was! She had spent so much of her own energy just trying to hold that blast at bay only for it to EXPLODE in her face anyway! That wasn't good for her... Not anywhere, really. Beyond the destruction of her armor, Salada's skin was scorched in several places, leaving behind ugly burns and red skin. Her body was rocked, the shockwave having stolen a MASSIVE BITE of her stamina, her organs (especially her head), throbbing throughout every inch of them. That ridiculously named attack... It hurt Salada more than she knew. Any prideless warrior would have retreated, left secure in the knowledge that they had won, having inflicted MORE critical damage on the opponent than he did them. THEY would die untreated... Salada...? She'd survive.
...But Salada wasn't prideless. She would see this fight to the end, even if it KILLED HER!
...And it very well might. Despite more critical organ damage, Pars would fight through the pain or even USE it at motivation to come out of his haze first! Grabbing Salada's leg, he would HURL Her down towards the ground! Salada watched the world pass her by, almost like one of those Earthling movies playing all around her at once... before her body CRACKED against the ground below her... and cracked it in turn. Inside. Salada felt something SNAP! ...She wasn't sure where, just that the pain was IMMEASURABLE, so much so she clenched her eyes shut and ROARED in agony! Slowly, very slowly, she fought through the ubiquitous wet aching, discovering.... it was her ARM that had taken the brunt of the impact! She was on her side, resting on a broken limb, the pressure of her body making it hurt so bad, it almost felt like it'd fall off!
"L... Let it..." Salada hissed, using her great strength to PUSH herself up with her broken arm's wrist (seemed still usable), then GRUNTED sharply as she stood, her wrecked arm hanging limply at her side! An ugly smirk flashed across her face as Pars taunted her even now, air coming out of his mouth in red, blood-flecked breaths, ignoring his body's condition!
...He was a Saiyan alright!
"HA!" She snorted, a genuine laugh that sent ripples of sharp, ugly pain through her chest. It didn't stop her. "HAHAHA! You're definitely a Saiyan." She pointed at the man with her good hand. "I had my doubts... But you're a fighter. Even now, you're still standing up to me. GOOD." Pars would lower himself to her level, claiming that the real fight starts now. Salada held up her good hand.
"No. I decided I don't want to kill you." She paused, locking eyes with Pars. "....Yet. Let's call this... a draw. Get yourself to a healing pod before you bleed out all over my arena. We're going to do this again..." She winced, clutching her bad arm! "...Another time." ...And like that, if Pars didn't stop her, Salada would turn and make her way for the exit!
(Eeeeexit...?)
WC: 659 TWC: 3134
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POWER LEVEL
10,120
Tech Points
1/7
Forms
Oozaru [x10]
Zeni
1,056
Saiyan
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Post by Pars on Jul 12, 2024 2:43:31 GMT
"....WHAT?!"
Pars was completely in disbelief. All of this blood, sweat, and hard work they put in just for it to end like THIS?! A draw?! Part of him wishes he just lost instead, at least there would have been a climactic ending. He was about to speak up in protest, only for him to fall to his knees once more. That initial shock had completely thrown him out of the fight mentally. As a result, the adrenaline almost immediately wore off. His body was beginning to collapse PAINFULLY, and he could feel it. Salada began to turn into nothing more than some blob as his vision began to haze.
On the bright side, this little spat between them wasn't over yet. She had said that a rematch would surely happen in the future, and that's exactly what he wanted. He accepted her "rain check" and took it as a chance to get even stronger. As fun and informative as this battle was, it would be different next time. There were a few moments where she was able to get the drop on him, and he would make sure the same tricks wouldn't work again.
"Your arena..." He murmured to himself as she left the arena. He weakly floated into the air, trying to make his way towards the Healing Pods before his now collapsed lung got the better of him. "Next time... I'll claim this arena for myself. I'll even bring Ryoko and Athren..." He said, rambling to himself to keep himself conscious until he was at medical.
-EXIT-
WC: 259
TWC: 3095
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"Only A Failure Abandons His Principles And Pride."
Administrator
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Jul 12, 2024 16:41:53 GMT
Post by Admin on Jul 12, 2024 16:41:53 GMT
Name: Pars
Previous PL: 2,822
PL Gained: 2,971
New PL: 5,793
Previous TP: 0/6
New TP: 0/6
Previous Zeni: 2,742
Zeni Gained: 2,228
New Zeni: 4,970
Name: Salada
Previous PL: 4,399
PL Gained: 3,009
New PL: 7,408
+1 TP
Previous TP: 0/6
New TP: 1/7
Previous Zeni: 3,894
Zeni Gained: 2,256
New Zeni: 6,150
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