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Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
Heizen growled. Was this Fusion really so powerful? His senses were off the charts as the other warriors engaged in their massive struggle against Spirabi - the almighty fusion. The Anubian’s power level dropped tremendously, so much so that Heizen was a bit concerned. The Demon Prince of the House Devla - Bernael - was also having some difficulties it seemed. Feeling the clashing powers - Heizen growled. How could things have gotten so out of hand? He blamed this accursed Saiyan berserker who ruined everything. It was always the Saiyans who screwed everything up. Had he simply left the Demon King to his devices then things would never have fallen so far.
He at least smirked as it seemed like the Crocolisk was finally to meet his end. Perfect and Calculated. The tides of battle would finally shift into his favor.
The Demon King had finally beaten him. Or so that was what he thought. Blinking once, Heizen was surprised as a shockwave emanated alongside a boost of speed, his ki senses spiraling as the creature unveiled his trump card. He had accessed a new tier of power, just as Heizen had done. How annoying. This arena was just full of potential wasn’t it? It seemed like everyone was just getting stronger in here, making the Demon King’s own accomplishment seem poultry. Some of them were even rising higher than him. Bernael’s and Carva’s power eclipsed his own by a fair deal, and nothing angered him more than that. The Anubian too was growing stronger with every passing second.
So many rivals, so many enemies to worry about when all of this was over. It was a good thing he had secured his deal before the tournament. Otherwise this would not go well at all.
What lay in front of him however was his primary concern. The crocolisk was just as strong as him now, even with the Villainous Mode Energy empowering him. This was not going Heizen’s way. “To think you could descend into an even more atrocious state... ,” Heizen blurted aloud.
“But even with this… you are still not my better…,” he mused. Even when the Crocolisk was showing more power, Heizen had been able to outwit him. He would do the same again and reclaim the advantage! He would not let himself be overtaken by some petulant oaf. He readied himself, his purple aura shimmering with a vibrant glow as his guard was up for whatever the foolish creature threw at him. He wouldn’t let himself be overtaken.
However the Crocolisk had changed his approach. So far in this entire tournament he had attacked the Demon King directly, with a straightforward approach. He assumed with his great power that he could simply just attack the Demon King. Heizen was surprised as the Crocolisk split himself mid-attack, taking advantage of it to hurt the Demon King around his defenses. Coughing as the barrage of attacks from the three beings did indeed hurt. His grip around the large broadsword in his hand nearly weakened enough to the point of dropping it.
Tightening that grip however in preparation for a counter, the Demon King roared with righteous fury. “How dare you!”
Heizen swung his sword widely in a barrage of wild arcs, attempting to carve into each and every one of those bastards. Even though they were of a similar strength and speed, with his sword’s reach they would be forced to get on the defensive to avoid his blade.
Then he charged in, and launched a single power strike against the clone who previously attacked his right side. The blade coming down on them to slash downward into them. He would make them fall… He didn’t care how long it took, but he would make them fall! He only hoped the others could keep hanging on with the Fusion. It was three against one, with all three of them obtaining new powers far beyond what they came into this tournament with. It was all up to them. He had a score to settle with this Crocolisk, and he would not stop until that score was settled.
And his body pierced by the Demon’s blade….
WC: 692
Stamina: 2/5 -> 3/5 (idling) 11,663,564/10,291,380 BULKED Villainous Demon Overlord (x34/x32) Heizen takes the combined MA’s head on due to being surprised by Comely’s tactic. He then launches 1 MA strike which splits between all 3 of them, and then another MA strike with his sword aimed directly at a singular split (the one who attacked his right).
(2,332,712/3)/(2,058,276/3) = 777,570/686,092 aimed per clone! 2,332,712/2,058,276 = individual strike aimed at single clone
Last Edit: Jun 12, 2018 10:31:07 GMT -5 by King of All
Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
The power of fusion truly was magnificent. With it the ultimate form of the Arlian race had been achieved. It was a form not seen for thousands of years. Despite that though, universe 7 was giving her trouble. They kept on getting stronger the fight went on. Spirabi was going to have to find a way to dwindle their numbers without leaving themselves vulnerable.
Spirabi let out a war cry as she cut through Berneal’s attack, slicing the demon across the chest as she flew past him. She felt satisfaction in being able to hurt her enemy this much. She wanted to finish him then and there, but a certain someone made that too much of a risk. Spirabi vanished, her wings making the air around her blurry with her pollen as she reappeared a few feet behind Bernael. She glowered at the Saiyan with her compound eyes.
“You’ve proven to be quite the annoying pest. You’re a brainless beast who’s lashing out somehow carried you this far. Cause you seemed to have forgotten that you couldn't land an attack that weak on me even before we used the fusion technique. Don’t bother trying if all you’re willing to throw out a punch. Be a good monkey and wait for your turn.”
Spirabi her head to look at Bernael. He was another annoyance that should have been out of commission already. Yet he had achieved a new power and had managed to get his energy back. Still, it would only delay the inevitable.
“Do you take us for fools? If we used our full powers on you right now, we would leave ourselves open for a counter attack. That is why we have been wearing you down all this time. That mutt is out of energy and you’ve wasted much of it on that last echange. We’ll finish you and the dog off, and then crush this monkey with our remaining power. All you can do is wallow in despair and wait for death.”
That item the demon had handed over to the other demon had healed him completely. Comely wasn’t out of tricks yet though. He achieved a new form of power, allowing for him to fight on par with the demon again. Spirabi took the time to talk to him again.
<I’ll handle all of these three, but later I may require some assistance. This is going to end soon one way or the other. Don't let yourself get killed for just a little while longer.>
Spirabi was about to make her way over to Cervez to finish him off, when he yelled to the heavens. Her eyes widened as his energy spiked up. She had felt this enough times during this fight to know what this meant.
“No! Not him too!”
Just when she thought she has him near death, he achieved a new power. Was this just a common ability for universe 7 fighters? All of them seemed to get stronger the harder they were pressed. Gritting her teeth, Spirabi stomped over to Berneal, raising her sword above her head.
“You pests just can't accept it, can you?! Your universe is done, no matter how much you power up or how many new forms you achieve! Your deaths will not come painlessly!"
Spirabi slashed at Berneal’s right arm, intending to sever his arm above the elbow. She wasn’t going to aim for the dog at the moment, since he was getting his energy back. She needed to kill someone or at least neutralize them so that she could finish off all the fighters opposing her. This demon was now the most vulnerable fighter on the other team. She was going to take full advantage of that.
[WC=720] [TWC=7,180]
The attack from last turn continues uninterrupted. Berneal takes 8,637,237 damage.
Spirabi dodges Carva's attack. 12,636,000 vs 3,068,210 = beaten out by 9,567,790.
Spirabi telepathically communicates with Comely.
Spirabi slashes at Bernael with a melee strike, aiming to take off an arm. 7,020,000/6,318,000
Stamina: 2/5 < 3/5
Racials and abilities being used
Dusty Wings - Female Arlians posses a kind of strange dust that they can spread on air with their wings, the dust has a similar color to the Arlian and helps conceal, making harder to hit the Arlian. Effectively has an additional 10% to dodge.
His fist collided with the fusion's hand, sending a shockwave into the stands. Carva probably wouldn't have been so angry, had it not been for Spirabi's next words. She'd proceed to berate the Commandant. She'd call him an annoying pest. She'd gone as far as to question his combat prowess!
Carva slid backwards as she pushed him away, slamming his fist into the ground to stop himself. He stayed on one knee for a few moments, gritting his teeth in sheer frustration. Why the Hell couldn't he damage these Universe Four freaks?! He'd been trained by the best, he'd worked hard everyday to bolster his power! Iron sharpened iron and he'd only fought the most dangerous warriors from his Universe!
This was unbelievable. This was just...ridiculous. The thought of this freak simply shrugging him away was a blow to his pride, but moreso...it angered him. His hulking form kneeled there, eyes focused down at the stage beneath him as the molecules around his body began to speed up and the temperature would rise! "You...fucking...cockroach..."
His lips quivered around his teeth, eyes twitching in that insane way. The air around his body would shake and quiver, his anger only growing as he dwelled on his failures. Failures. That's exactly what they were. He couldn't allow this to stand. He wouldn't let this happen. "You...will not...speak to me in such...a manner, you worthless ant! I will not allow it! I may not be a King...I may not be a Prince...I may not even be a general, but I am the Legendary Super Saiya-Jin! I kill bugs like you for landing on my food!"
His eyes would focus on her in a death gaze, that green electricity mingling with red lightning as his terrifying energy sent shockwaves outward. He stood up straight, muscles growing and pulsating as his energy once again began to skyrocket. His aura exploded outward into a towering inferno of legendary energy. "YOUR ASS IS MINE, BITCH!!!"
Carva let forth an earsplitting roar, like that of an Oozaru. He was a monkey indeed..a large, war mongering killer of a monkey. He was fucking King Kong. But...he went back into his Legendary Super Bezerker form, long greenish gold hair wild and flowing down his back. He was more than twice Spirabi's size.
With a grunt, the bezerker thrusted his hand forward. Electricity would dance along his forearm, the air in his hand condensing and sparking. A huge green ball of Ki would suddenly begin to form in mid air, Carva drawing both arms back and firing off rapid fire ki-blasts into the attack. However...the attack would not move just yet...it would just continue growing, more and more powerful with every ki blast fired into it. "I'm going to kill you! I WILL kill you! Haaaaaaah!!!"
There was no slowing him down. There was no stopping this, sweat pouring down his forehead as he charged energy into the attack. Sweat burning his bruises and abrasions, pure rage overpowering the feeling of pain. He was hell bent on destroying the fusion.Wc: 521
Transformations Used:
Legendary Super Saiya-Jin 3 - 16,999,543
Techniques:
[BG][ST]Focused Hatred
Description: The user of the Legendary Arts had heightened their focus so greatly, they can target a specific character and every attack they use against said target gain a +x2 Offensive Power level bonus. However, due to the distraction, this very same technique leaves the LSSJ at a -x1 Defensive Power level disadvantage against any attacks used against them.
Power Level: 17,828,789/16,584,920
Beginning Full Charge:
[AD][OT-3]Omega Blaster
Description: The user throws a normal sized ki blast with doubles in size as it flies outward. It gains power and speed as the user fires ki blasts into it, growing in size and becoming more powerful as it is charged. The sphere causes a huge explosion as it hits it's target. (100% Dmg)
Demon Heart [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Makyo Star Power [x10], Full-fledged Demon [x11], Demon Lord [x17], Demon King [x23], Darkness Demon [x29], Hybrid Potential [x43]
Gravity Machine [x100G], Advanced Medical Machine,
Uchigatana, Senzu Bean, E. Dragon Radar
A smirk would slowly form across the demon's face as the fusion spoke to him, the blood dripping down from his wound. He was striking a nerve it seemed in some way. He was minorly disappointed that she wouldn't try to blow him away right then and there... so his taunting didn't work entirely. But it was no matter. "I guess I sort of hoped you would do something foolish like that. But it is of no matter. This arena itself is timed... as long as I waste your time till the following round, and wear down your own energy with your attacks wasted on someone like me, I can at least make you less prepared for my allies. And as edgy and cool as wallowing in despair sounds while waiting for death, I'd rather just do everything I can to win for my universe." Bernael couldn't help but try to banter in this way. Overly depressing topics like this sort of weren't his strong suit when it came to others shoving impressions on him. Wallow in despair? Wait for death? That just sounded like something a teenager would say or do. He still had faith in his arena, and his allies, he couldn't let them down by just dying right there without putting up a fight.
His vision line would slowly move towards Carva now, though, as he heard the Saiyan respond rather poorly to the fusions earlier quips. He shouted more and more... and that was when it happened. "Oh no.." he'd mutter out to himself as the Saiyan grew massive in size once more, his form back to the one he used when he was fighting Heizen. This time... however, he seemed entirely locked onto the fusion. Now, the brutish Saiyan was at full power once more, and this time going head to head with the fusion herself! In any case, he'd possibly get some time to rest if she turned her sights on Carva, or, if she kept attacking him, Carva would get time to charge. It was a win-win, in some case. But Universe 7's luck didn't stop there, as Cervez let out a massive roar that made his power level spike! This certainly didn't come with any lack of anger from the fusion either, as she sounded so desperate for this not to happen.
As Spirabi stomped over towards him with her sword held high, he would immediately flip his sword around into a more defensive stance, raising the blade and his arm up in a blocking stance as she sounded even more desperate. The subsequent slash from the fusion would slash against his blast and his left forearm, forcing the demon to take a kneel before the slash would go through his guard, cutting into his arm, leaving a massive gash into his flesh, breaking a portion of the bone in his arm as he would wince and yelp in pain, the slash itself would not be enough to cut all the way through just yet, but would rather leave him incredibly vulnerable if it was to happen again, it also left that arm entirely unusable for the time being. Even her regular attacks left him incredibly wounded, his hand moving down to his side, going a bit limp as he would take hold of his sword once more with the other. "You can wear down my body as much as you like... fusion. But as it stands, you're outnumbered and your power can only take you so far. So as much as you want to call us pests... we still add up to about half of you individually. So go ahead and use up all of your time left in this arena trying to beat us out one by one. You're just wasting time." he'd offer another smirk, albeit much weaker this time, to the fusion. He knew he was just being annoying, and possibly making her want to focus him more due to his cocky attitude against her despite being so bloodied. But who could blame him, he had to deal with cocky opponents all the time, and if a developed behavior like this made him a bigger target, than so be it. In a way, that was actually the plan in the long run. If his allies could get their attacks up while he got taken down, well, that'd be about the best he could do. Stamina: 3/5 Remaining Offensive / Defensive PL: [410,274 Base] - [17,641,782 Split Potential] Transformations Used:Split Potential - Pulling out the power of both the Demonic and Human half of his Hybridized body, Bernael keeps a clearer head than what is provided by the corrupted energy of his more Demonic forms, the two halves working together to make him far stronger than anything else he has at his disposal. {390k+} [x43] Techniques: (Free Action) 2 Stamina Block (20%) Using his sword and left arm to block the brunt of the attack PL Used For Techniques: 3,528,356 Block vs 7,020,000 attack = 3,491,644 PL damage taken, disabling Bernael's arm this attack Tags:CarvaCervez @rukia Tomina
Second Form [x4], Third Form [x8], True Form [x11]
Heavy Weighted Clothing (75%), Stick on third eye,
The Gold-plated Festive Dead-Ringer, House (30% Gains), x50 Grav Chamber
Dojo, Martial Arts School (x2)
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APPLICATION
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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
The Comely clone that delivered a kick straight to Heizen would look the aforementioned Demon dead in the eyes, his glare piercing through the other's own eyes, the green, neon phantasmal glow of their pupils shining vibrantly. However, his gaze wouldn't be kept for long, Comely falling back to the ground and taking a defensive stance as the Demon swung his blade in a barrage of wild cleaves. In an amazing act of synchronization, all clones would crouch down, striking the blade with a fierce blow as soon as it reached them, reverberations and sound forming from the blade. Small grunts would be heard as the blade made each of it's impacts, small cuts forming upon the fists of the clones, though the damage dealt from the Demon's flurry was minimalized.
Each clone would take a deep breath as it continued looking onwards to Heizen, their glares remaining unbroken and concentrated. Although Comely's demeanor quickly changed once they saw the Demon striking down with a terrifying slash. Though just as strangely, the clone that was targeted seemed to smile. Suddenly kicking the ground, they'd be sent flying backwards, pushed away by the recoil of their own kick their legs dragging along the ground as Comely clone stood still, almost nonchalantly as he easily avoided the Demon's strike.
He'd chuckle, wiping his mouth with his forearm, "My, my, seems like you're starting to get a little angry..." He'd chuckle once more, before breaking out into a full bellied laugh, suddenly stopping mid-laugh, "FEEL MY RAGE, DEMON! THE ANGER YOU INFLICTED UPON TO ME SHALL BE DOUBLE TO YOU! I WILL MAKE SURE YOU DIE KNOWING YOU WERE THE ONE WHO FAILED TO KILL ME." Comely's eyes would bulge open as he yelled his sentence out, his teeth bared and affixed between an expression of malice, anger, and pure happiness.
Though, he'd spontaneously stop. His face reverting to a neutral expression his his hand began moving, reaching to touch around his eyes, feeling something off. He'd be surprised to feel boils forming on his eyelids and around his eyes, as well as the skin effected darkening and losing saturation, he'd pause, taking some time to process this, "Huhmph, suppose not all transformations can be without their flaws." Comely would say, sounding almost bored.
Comely would roll his shoulders, the clones that still stood next to Heizen breaking away into a phantom-like essence and returning to the Comely that stood distanced away from the Demon away. Their energies would return to Comely, his muscles tensing before returning stationary and drooped. He'd smile once again, staring down the Demon that stood before him, his pupils burning a demonic green, his eyes shifting into the color of blood, even his eyes bubbling at the surface.
"Now, now, I believe it's time to get serious." He'd smile, getting into a combat position, his body crouched down and his legs being positioned, "Although, you should start, I'd love to see what you look like when you're trying, unless, you were already trying, that is." He'd chortle, continuing to stare Heizen down.
"Pretty disappointing if that was the case..." He spoke with a tone of taunting disappointment, his grin clearly displaying his pride.
Stamina: 3/5 (Reformed!) (2/5 3/5 (+1, No Stamina Usage) 3/5 (+1, No Stamina Usage)) Base PL: 310,000 Transformed PL: 11,160,000/9,920,000 Makyo Star[x36/x32]: Unlocks at 350k. The Crocolisk achieves an even greater power on the rise of the Full Moon and the Makyo Star! The Full moon grants a beautiful transformation while the Makyo Star Grants a Demonic transformation! Techniques Used: [PT-1] Tri-Form: The user can split into three identical duplicates to fight as a group. However, the user will need to equally split his power level for each duplicate. [ST-1] Danger Sense: Acting with his innate instincts, Comely quickly dodges any attack that may be coming his way. [100% PL Dodge]
All Clones Melee Clash against Heizen 's attacks, 744,000 vs. 777,570, each clone received 33,570 in bleed through damage.
Used [ST-1] Danger Sense against Heizen's MA strike 3,306,667 vs. 2,058,276, dodged!
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 386,205 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 18,537,840/15,061,995
GAIN BONUSES: Social - RoD - Anubian Racial |
PL MULTIPLIERS: x48/x39
Finally, his power seemed to finally stop ascending to new heights after a while, a new shockwave of power blasting from his location as he stood there, a powerful aura of destruction shrouding his body, shadowing his form in darkness as his sole arm descended to his side. Idly, the Anubian began to inspect his new power, clenching and unclenching his hand, getting a feeling for this new energy coursing through his body. He felt stronger than before, much much stronger, that was for sure; regardless of that his power still paled in comparison to the fused warrior, and that only served to remind him about the object of his unyielding rage.
Speaking of rage, it seemed Carva managed to tap into his long-haired transformation once again. All of that hatred and bloodlust directed at the Fused Warrior Spirabi for the time being and giving him and Bernael some breathing room to breathe or think of a plan. Cervez's plan, of course, was to charge his Kikoho one-handed, fingers cupping into claws and aimed at the fused being as he glared at them with murderous eyes, the normal and brilliant golden glow of the Kikoho completed snuffed out with a dark, corrosive purple aura; the Hakai Genki corroding it to the core making it more powerful than normal.
As he continued to feed power to the ultimate technique of the Crane School, intermittent arcs of bio-electricity began coursing through his body as his life was sapped away to feed it. It made him feel weaker and weaker, yet his expression nor his posture changed in the slightest. One way or another he would make sure Spirabi learned the meaning of true pain, even if it cost him his life to do so.
TAGS: Tomina @rukia OOC NOTES: WC = 7328 — Stamina Pool = 5/5 > 3/5 — Offensive / Defensive PL = 18,537,840/15,061,995 — Transformations that have been used = Entity of Destruction (x42 normal) - This is a point of power that the God of Destruction of the seventh universe has reached before. A point in which their power is that of pure destruction reading high enough to surpass a Super Saiyan Three. This is something that would cause even the gods of creation to be worried. However, for the user, there is an even more mastered form of their power which will allow them to sustain this power for days at a time. — Techniques used with full description =
— Cervez managed to unlock his penultimate transformation! All stamina recovered and some of his bruises healed up, still left with one arm though as he begins to charge the Kikoho.
[ULTIMATE] Tri-Beam -- Cervez unites his hands at the tips of the fingers and aims at his target between his fingers and his thumbs. Then he shoots a powerful energy blast to hit them or it. This is a very dangerous attack because it uses up most of Cervez's health so he has to control how much energy he is putting into the blast in order to not overuse it. Mechanically wise, the Tri-Beam charges at an impressive 140% rate and can be charged up to four times in a fight, reaching uncanny 560%, but the fourth charge or attack will always kill him. [Highest Available Damage]
- Full Charge Kikoho 150% > 290% next turn.
PL Damage: 27,806,760 / 22,592,993.
— Racials and abilities being used
Creatures of Destruction - The Anubians being proudly great at destruction gain a 10% boost to their offensive attacks and a +2 to their offensive power level when they are attempting to destroy something in a rod or saga.
[BG][PT-1] Destructive Potential - The tip of the iceberg for the Destruction School. Once the user has the strength and the dominance over the destructive properties of their Ki they can begin to train the more advanced techniques. All Anubians can skip this stage since they already understand the meaning of Destruction but it's never too late to refine it to the next level. Mechanically it works by passively giving the user an x1 boost to their offensive attacks and giving most of their offensive techniques a purple-glow of destructive energy added to it as flavor.
[AD][PT-3] Soul of Destruction - The user will eventually master complete control over their Destructive Potential, enough to where they can use it to boost their bodies considerably to empower themselves. +x3/-x3 modifier and has no stamina cost. Cannot be stacked with Bulking nor Speed Bulking.
Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
The Demon King Heizen was truly in the midst of an epic battle. This creature was far stronger than anything he had seen before. To tap into new power in the middle of a fight like a Saiyan, it was definitely a challenge. That fact on top of their bizarre techniques - Heizen was having a lot of trouble with Comely now. More than he cared to admit. This beast was a real threat to him now. The Saiyan had made him exhaust all of his Makyo Power, which would have easily tipped the scales in the Demon’s favor. But instead he was left with just his own raw power, which while immense (especially with the boon of the Demon Goddess), was still only on par. Skill would determine victory here.
The Fusion was putting up a great resistance despite the circumstances. It might even succeed in taking out a member or two from their team… but once it dissolved the game would be over. Everything had a check, a balance in this Universe. There was no conceivable way that a Fusion (even one manifested by Divine items) could possess so much power with no weakness. There was equally little chance that the fusion was permanent. Perhaps there was a time limit. One could not guess how long it was though. It could last for the entirety of the tournament for all they knew. Or it could be close to ending.
It was hard to tell. But one thing was for certain - they were in trouble. Heizen could feel the growing power of the Saiyan as he tapped into that berserker form once more with the long green-tinted hair. It was a frightening power, even to the Demon King. That along with the Prince who tapped into his full potential, and this bizarre new power of the Anubian… Things were heating up.
Three prime warriors focusing on them. Heizen wasn’t sure if the fusion was going to be able to withstand that much pressure. But regardless… they surely would be able to stall it long enough to test his theory about Fusion. Or maybe even overpower it. Heizen was unsure of how much power Bernael still had in reserve. It was hard for him to judge. It was either too little or just barely enough.
Heizen wished he still had some power in reserve. He had burnt it out defending himself from that goddamn Saiyan, and now it looked like the situation with this Crocolisk was going to turn against him. Even though he was fully replenished, something like charges from Negative Energy needed more time to be restored, as it was stored up from before this tournament. Alas… Heizen would just have to make it work.
Heizen was still a tiny bit stronger, and he was sure he was the better fighter. He just had to overwhelm or trick this creature into making a mistake, just as he had before. Heizen knew he only had two major techniques left though. He wasn’t going to be able to handle another Dark Gravity Orb… that technique just took too much out of him. That left the Midnight Bomber and one last Demon Spit.
He was sure he could make it work. Because he had to. “Laugh it up. It’ll make it all the more satisfying when I finally rip out those vocal cords like I promised…” the Demon King snarled in reply. “Does a giant let itself feel rage towards an ant?” he would ask rhetorically, the answer being fairly obvious. “Or does an ant signify something so insignificant.. that it’s not worth being the object of something’s anger?”
It didn’t take a genius for anyone to realize Heizen was mocking him. Labeling him as an inferior being (for he was). Had Heizen not used up his negative energy - this foolish creature would already be sent far into oblivion. Heizen put away the sword… focusing back on Comely as he placed his hands together in front of him. A black ball formed inside of his hands.. But it wasn’t the same as the one forged by the dark gravity. No this one was pure energy, as opposed to energy shaped into a gravity well. A black ball with dark purple streaks emanating from it. “You wish to see me up the ante? Very well. But we’ll be scraping what’s left of you from the arena floor....” Heizen would say bluntly with a smirk. “This is my Midnight Bomber… one of my oldest and most reliable moves. You won’t get out of this one easily…” the Demon King would say with a chuckle.
Suffice to say that this match was growing more intense by the second. It wouldn’t be long now before everything changed forever. The fate of Universe Seven was quickly nearing its set conclusion. Would Heizen be able to pull off this desperate assault? Or was Universe Seven doomed to fail?
There was nothing really off base, this time around.
The Arlian was right about that meathead being an annoyance, knowing his little berserker rage, was nothing but a little tantrum, which barely even lasted more than 5 minutes. He walked away sulking afterwards as well, and now suddenly he feels like he's on top of things? Dude changed his emotions like he was possessed, which was saying something, knowing they were a fusion. It was ridiculous, and people like him was better off lying in a ditch dead.
There was too much of these tantrums being thrown around, and someone like that shouldn't even have power. It was already a wonder how someone that dumb had even continued to survive this long, since the guy acted like the kind of monkey his apparently was. Which only made knowing their universe was in the hands of talking apes, all the more freaking dumb. Of all the people in a universe, it just had to have been a team of mostly monkey people as their strongest.
She still felt like that was some kind of mistake. Their recruiter being one of those Saiyans explained why there was so many of them, beyond the obvious, though the ones who weren't Saiyans weren't any better. That one dog who knew what looked like her school's technique, was dumb enough to accept the idea that demon could peptalk that other dog into fighting against his rage. It worked, cause they're fucking clowns, and continued to show they were.
Next to the meathead that kept throwing a tantrum, the demon who had asked her about wearing armor, was probably the dumbest one in this arena. The first one to start giving peptalks, as far as she could tell, and even after getting hit, he was still full of it. All this crap about using their full power.
Dude couldn't read the fucking room. It was like he was incapable of grasping what the situation was, which she shouldn't have really been surprised about, knowing this dumbass had taken her seriously about the armor, and got the same way at the idea that blue blob might have actually been pregnant.
God, a universe that couldn't fucking tell what a joke was, and believed they would have actually won, if this hadn't been a team effort. Almost everything the bug was saying to this guy was accurate, minus that meathead being saved for last. It didn't feel like this fusion was going to end just yet, but she knew she wanted to at least kill that fucker before it did. He had already told the Arlian enough times that he was going to kill her, and to no one's surprise, he still hadn't. All bark and no bite was what he was, constantly throwing around that oversized ball like it was actually impressive.
More like he was compensating for what he didn't have. Fucking shrimp dick. Everything else the bug had brought up, was nowhere near anything she would have agreed with. That dog with her school's technique transforming, wasn't a surprise at all, if that Demon had just transformed from his edgy peptalks.
And all that stuff about this other universe ending, she'd fucking believe when they had the number of same people lost. Until then, she wasn't buying any of it. The slash that had been thrown at the demon, had unsurprisingly been blocked, and she felt herself gain control of this shared body again.
Of course this guy wasn't going to lose his arm like the dog. He had been doing nothing but dodge the whole fucking tournament, and now was suddenly acting like some hotshot, even though having to give peptalks at all, meant he wasn't. Just what the hell did he have to smirk about? Fucker was all about love and peace earlier in the tournament. Nothing really even changed that much around here, besides that dog getting his arm cut off, and all these transformations.
"Coming from a demon retarded enough to take things literally, while sounding like a slut about it. iS tHiS FoRm fInE FoR yOu ThEn? No one's surprised tournaments have time limits either. But I guess those rape faces you're making has fucked up your head too much, for you to get that."
That meathead growing in power was another lame tantrum, proving the only reason he got out of that form in the first place, was because of sulking, rather than exhaustion. Probably whatever that other dog had said, or one of these pep talks that kept being thrown around. They barely lost anyone, and they still acted like losing more was going to be a bother. She was so tired of this 'all lives are precious' crap they kept trying to shove down their throats.
This guy kept being dumb enough to try and egg them on too, but it was only the bug that would fall for that kind of crap. That meathead screaming more empty promises made what she wanted to do, another big fuck off, as she charged at the dog who was trying to use their shared technique again.
Another few slashes at him to try and get that nonsense off, landing some distance away from the dog right after. It was going to be this mutt she was going to teach another lesson to, charging up the attack that she doubted he was going to even bother trying to fire at, unless he wanted to get hit again.
They all couldn't do anything with this perk.
Stamina 3/5 PL: (702,000) 35,100,000/31,590,000 as Power Bulking is active. 6/8 of Fusion Time. Queen Coronation form [x48]: An Arlian that reaches the top of their evolution have their energy color turned golden and his body gains a deep crimson color. This stage is know to legends only, it's power too compared only to legends. The progenitor of the Arlian race was the only know to reach this level.
Actions: Melee Attack on Cervez for a PL of 7,020,000
Half Charges [ULTIMATE] Brenchian Blade: The brenchians ultimate skill. It is a technique created by forming his ki into an energy blade around his hand. The energy blade resembles a lightsaber, both in its inception, appearance, light emitted, and crackling sounds made. This technique can be used for cutting and cannot be blocked, only dodged. Another special trait of this technique is that it can deflect ki attacks freely, once for every charge it has, as long as the technique's power level isn't higher than the technique power level. [Deflects Attacks Once per Charge. Unblockable]
100% > 150%
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If you built a Saiya-jin warrior from the ground up, you'd have him. He stood strong in the face of his enemies, he got stronger with every single defeat. You'd think you'd have him beaten, but you'd be wrong and then you'd be dead...no matter how unstoppable you felt you were. He sneered...this "fusion" was strong, but damn it, he was Legendary. A man born as a low class Earthling Saiya-jin pirate had fought and scratched; he'd bled and sweat. He'd made himself into an Elite. Carva've be damned if he let this thot embarass him!
He knew from the very day that he was born that he was not normal, he knew that he was special. As Spirabi befan to form that stupid blade once more, Carva didn't even flinch. He wasn't like others of his kind; the kind of Saiya-jin he was, they were know as unending wells of power. He cried out in pain as his aura exploded outward once more, bio electricity arcing and singing the ground beneath his feet. His chest rose and fell faster, sweat pouring off of his huge form.
He had expell that wicked energy as it caused him physical pain, a torrent of lime green energy reaching as far as it could. In his eyes there was a new determination, hands expelling flashes of bright light as he began to pump his energy into the large meteor of pure energy forming in midair before him.
He wouldn't stop there. He wasn't ready, he needed to make this work. He needed to be the one who destroyed this abomination!
If you built a Saiya-jin from the ground up... You'd have Carva, the mighty Legendary Super Saiya-Jin!Wc: 283
Demon Heart [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Makyo Star Power [x10], Full-fledged Demon [x11], Demon Lord [x17], Demon King [x23], Darkness Demon [x29], Hybrid Potential [x43]
Gravity Machine [x100G], Advanced Medical Machine,
Uchigatana, Senzu Bean, E. Dragon Radar
The Half-Demon would just stare at the fusion once more as she kept talking. In some sense, she just sounded so pissy all the time. Perhaps that was what made it so easy to try and egg her on and talk down about her. While her power was terrifying and she could crush any one of them, there was something about her way of speaking that made him want to defy her. Perhaps, it was all of the people he had met in his life that acted high and mighty like they were in charge and that nobody could stand up to them. Perhaps it was fair for her to be acting this way, she was the strongest person in this arena by far, but that didn't stop him from wanting to keep what hope he had remaining. To an extent, he wished she would keep assaulting him, not only as apart of his own plan but as a way of getting himself out of this mess. It was wearing down on him and he physically wasn't going to hold up into the second round at this rate.
The Anubian as well seemed to get back up on his feet with a new transformation to boot, something a lot of people in this place seemed to be able to tap into well enough. He could understand why the fusion was getting so upset at this point... was there a single person in the entire Arena that didn't get a new form? Even their ally, the Crocolisk Comely, had unleashed some sort of new power to fight against the Demon King with. The entire arena was practically built around awakening new power and overcoming their limits, huh?
Nonetheless, her words were sort of just funny and if not for the pain in his arm, he'd offer a bit of a chuckle. "We're never seeing each other again after this. No matter who wins. If this was outside of a tournament where neither of us had to be erased, I would have done all of this a lot differently. Nothing more, nothing less." he'd try to speak a bit more seriously not to the fusion, as it was recalling a lot of the points that Serabi had seen first hand. While he probably would have never got along with Mospira outside of this tournament, he would have had no bad blood with that Konatsian and he probably would have tried to do things a lot differently to try and make things a bit better between the two. But they were from two far different universes that seemed destined to destroy each other at this point in time. At the time he had no ability to form even the tiniest bonds with others, or he would regret doing his best to erase them and hold back instead.
Bernael would start to move to try to intercept the fusion as she burst towards Cervez. However, with his current level of energy (and perhaps if he was even fully recovered), he was far too slow to get in her way and block the attack for his ally. He would just grind to a halt, sheathing his blade by his side and moving his left palm forward to make sure that he was entirely locked onto the fusion, he didn't want to hit Cervez. Slowly, he would struggle to move his right arm up as well, pointing the other way in a pseudo t-pose, the injury right above his elbow making it painful to move in that way. He had just recently used Excalibur, and putting all of his faith into just wasting the blade's power would be too much for him to handle. He had to use skills other than just his master's teachings.
She was way too fast... they needed to hit her together all at once, they'd be able to fight her more easily if they did. His eyes would pan to Cervez, who still seemed unable to catch a lucky break in this tournament when it came to firing off his own attacks. But... he did amazingly well when it came to withstanding the fusion, he just had to put even more forth since she stopped attacking the demon once more, he had to commended greatly... part of the halfbreed wished that he could have met the anubian under different circumstanced first as well, but at least they'd both return to their own universe if they succeeded, maybe something could start from there. He'd slowly look back to Carva. The Saiyan was so focused... he probably wouldn't hear him, but he had to try nonetheless. "Try to make sure your attack hits her head on. You'll hit your ally if you don't watch out." with that being all said and done, he would refocus on the Fusion. He had to put all he had into the next attack no matter what, but he had to make sure Cervez wasn't blasted out at the same time due to his friendly fire. Stamina:3/5 -> 4/5 Remaining Offensive / Defensive PL: [410,274 Base] - [17,641,782 Split Potential] Transformations Used: Split Potential - Pulling out the power of both the Demonic and Human half of his Hybridized body, Bernael keeps a clearer head than what is provided by the corrupted energy of his more Demonic forms, the two halves working together to make him far stronger than anything else he has at his disposal. {390k+} [x43] Techniques:(Action)Taking aim at the fusion with his left hand, his injured right arm facing in the opposite direction (Almost like a T-Pose, except facing sideways and looking towards them.) PL Used For Techniques: Null Tags:Carva @rukia Tomina
Second Form [x4], Third Form [x8], True Form [x11]
Heavy Weighted Clothing (75%), Stick on third eye,
The Gold-plated Festive Dead-Ringer, House (30% Gains), x50 Grav Chamber
Dojo, Martial Arts School (x2)
CHARACTER SHEET
APPLICATION
TRACKER
[M-AD] Kold Elite School
about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Comely would chuckle, his melting eyes keeping a unbroken glare at the Demon King. His smile would twist upwards, malice clear on his face, though his eyes would dart around the Arena, inspecting the situation with Spiriabi. His once present smile would be replaced by a grimace, these Universe 7 bastards just loved having transformations up their sleeves. He'd chuckle, reflecting on his previous thoughts and noting it's slight irony, inspecting his own transformed physique.
Though quickly he'd break out of his train of thought, his eyes darting to Spirabi, while his eyebrows lowered and his expression turned serious, {"Spirabi, please kill one of them already! With all these transformations we'll be screwed if they decide to pull any more of this bullshit!"} He'd shake his head, his glance going back to Heizen, the aforementioned Demon King seemed to have began talking, he'd chuckle, responding to one of their comments, "Yes, I will laugh it up, and I don't expect to have my vocals cords ripped out, or to stop, especially not after you're dead." Comely would wipe at his eyes with his forearm, noticing that some of his skin melted off onto his arm, he'd show a subtle expression of repulsion, though would quickly go back to his previous expression.
He'd shake his head ever so slightly, continuing to glance at Heizen, "Please, save your petty words, listening to you breathe is grating enough." Comely would chuckle, "Luckily, I doubt you'll be doing it for much longer." He'd take a combat pose, though he'd stop upon seeing Heizen begin to charge an attack, "So he is upping the ante." Comely thought to himself, grinning, "Alright demon, I'll see this Midnight bomber of yours..."
Suddenly, his hands would close together in front of him, energy shooting from his palms as electricity coursed across his arms. Slowly, he'd peel his hands away, a orb of intense focused energy radiating in-between his fingers. "...And raise you." He'd chuckle, holding his newly formed Radiant Grenade in his hands. Suddenly, his body would shift as it had done many times before, two clones stepping out of his form, they'd all talk in synchronization, staring at the Demon, "And let me show you just how high I'll raise it."
Suddenly, the two clones of Comely that had just been formed would outstretch their palms, a barrage of ki flying to Heizen in the form of orbs, "Let's see your pain tolerance Demon!" The two Clones would laugh manically, continuing to stare down Heizen.
Stamina: 3/5 (Full Charging [OT-3] Super Radiant Grenade, 0/3 once fired.) 4/5 (+1, No Stamina Usage) 4/5 (+1, No Stamina Usage)) Base PL: 310,000 Transformed PL: 11,160,000/9,920,000 (x36/x32, Makyo Star) (Split into 3: 3,720,000/3,306,667) Makyo Star[x36/x32]: Unlocks at 350k. The Crocolisk achieves an even greater power on the rise of the Full Moon and the Makyo Star! The Full moon grants a beautiful transformation while the Makyo Star Grants a Demonic transformation! Techniques Used: [PT-1] Tri-Form: The user can split into three identical duplicates to fight as a group. However, the user will need to equally split his power level for each duplicate. [OT-3] Super Radiant Grenade: By giving it his all, Comely can charge a Radiant Grenade of incredible magnitude, it's size and power increases by huge amounts. [100% PL]
Sent a Telepathic Message to Spirabi (@rukia Tomina )
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 386,205 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 18,537,840/15,061,995
GAIN BONUSES: Social - RoD - Anubian Racial |
PL MULTIPLIERS: x48/x39
Unyielding hatred.
That was his current emotion as he faced down the Fused Being, Spirabi. His eyes were still narrowed murderously and didn't leave the fused warrior out of his sights for a second, even as she charged at him he didn't even blink once as he delivered only one word. "Kikoho." A powerful purple energy beam shot from his cupped hand, eating through Spirabi's slashes like so much tissue paper and still headed forth to blast the Fused Warrior into ashes.
A frown marred his expression though as he saw that damnable blade once more flaring to life in her hands. 'So she's gonna try to do the same thing she did before?' It was annoying, for sure but nothing that he could do now. So he settled for getting ready to either dodge or pull out his next move depending on what happened next.
TAGS: Tomina @rukia OOC NOTES: WC = 7328 — Stamina Pool = 2/5 — Offensive / Defensive PL = 18,537,840/15,061,995 — Transformations that have been used = Entity of Destruction (x42 normal) - This is a point of power that the God of Destruction of the seventh universe has reached before. A point in which their power is that of pure destruction reading high enough to surpass a Super Saiyan Three. This is something that would cause even the gods of creation to be worried. However, for the user, there is an even more mastered form of their power which will allow them to sustain this power for days at a time. — Techniques used with full description =
- Finally having enough of Spirabi's shit, Cervez fired the Kikoho at her. 27,806,760 - 7,020,000 = 20,786,760 Bleedthrough damage still heading towards Spirabi.
[ULTIMATE] Tri-Beam -- Cervez unites his hands at the tips of the fingers and aims at his target between his fingers and his thumbs. Then he shoots a powerful energy blast to hit them or it. This is a very dangerous attack because it uses up most of Cervez's health so he has to control how much energy he is putting into the blast in order to not overuse it. Mechanically wise, the Tri-Beam charges at an impressive 140% rate and can be charged up to four times in a fight, reaching uncanny 560%, but the fourth charge or attack will always kill him. [Highest Available Damage]
— Racials and abilities being used
Creatures of Destruction - The Anubians being proudly great at destruction gain a 10% boost to their offensive attacks and a +2 to their offensive power level when they are attempting to destroy something in a rod or saga.
[BG][PT-1] Destructive Potential - The tip of the iceberg for the Destruction School. Once the user has the strength and the dominance over the destructive properties of their Ki they can begin to train the more advanced techniques. All Anubians can skip this stage since they already understand the meaning of Destruction but it's never too late to refine it to the next level. Mechanically it works by passively giving the user an x1 boost to their offensive attacks and giving most of their offensive techniques a purple-glow of destructive energy added to it as flavor.
[AD][PT-3] Soul of Destruction - The user will eventually master complete control over their Destructive Potential, enough to where they can use it to boost their bodies considerably to empower themselves. +x3/-x3 modifier and has no stamina cost. Cannot be stacked with Bulking nor Speed Bulking.
Demon Heart[x3]
Makyo Star[x10, C.]
Devil Trigger [x12]
Demon Lord [x18]
Demon King [x24]
Darkness Form [x30]
x1 Kurotatsu (Longsword), Sword of St. Nick
Mortos' Mansion (50%)
Dojo (25%), x2 MA School
x 1 Support Capsule
x 1 Kili Scanner (Advanced Scouter)
x 1 Senzu Bean (Demon Fruit)
x 1 Energy Capsule M (Kuroko)
x 1 Energy Capsule Z (Laezi)
x 1 Galactic Dragon Radar (Laezi)
Enhanced Spacepod (The Reaper), Enhanced Spacepod (The Blackbird)
Second in Command - Laezi [75%]
Special Squadron (Seid [75%], Kuroko [50%], Delphi [75%])
Baku [25%]
This is what he got for not killing this weak bastard early on in the tournament. He let him get stronger. He let him take the advantage, and now Heizen was paying the price. He wasn’t going to get out of this unscathed. This mongrel actually had a chance of beating him. Laughable. This was his folly. He would not let it end here though. He couldn’t. He would not be the one to humiliate himself! Not here! Not now! There was too much at stake.
Spirabi was having a hard time with the three of them all ganging up on her, and thank god for it. He had enough to worry about right now. As the weakest member of this team, he just needed to keep this guy from interfering with the others. {“You guys need to learn to time your attacks with one another, combining them together to form a greater force. That’s the ONLY way you have a chance of winning this. Get your head out of your behinds.
Bernael… If you’re holding back power… now is the time to let every bit of it out. Even the Demon Power you may not want to rely on. Don’t make me fire a gravity orb at you too. If you eliminate her while she’s fused that’s two eliminations in one.
Anubian… Stay alive or I’ll make sure to kick your ass in Hell.”}
He would tell them as two of them were charging. Combining attacks was the only chance they had now. They were all attacking her from different angles, trying to overpressure her with a barrage of attacks at different times. It was like Delphi and Seid when he was first training them. By teaching them synchronization however - they learned to become an unstoppable force that few foes could beat easily single handed. Even he had to force himself to try when they teamed up against him. He only hoped Kuroko to learn to keep up with them as well, as she had her own role to play as well in that dynamic.
Assuming they all made it out of this alive. Things were looking great for them overall in the eliminations department. They were at an overwhelming advantage. They just had to avoid the Fusion threat. They had to make sure she didn’t turn the tables on them.
And he had to take care of this trickster while he could!
“Leave the one-liners to me.”
The orb expanded, nearly doubling in size before the coward began charging his own attack. He even went so far as to split again and try to attack him with weak attacks. “Don’t you have any other moves? Always with the fucking clones! It’s annoying!” the Demon would say with a fair amount of frustration. With the ball secured and held in his hand… Heizen dodged the attacks effortlessly, countering them with a rush as he kicked them both aside like trash. They were much too slow for him. It was like slow motion when they came at him. When Comely was split he wasn’t anything special. A part of him wanted to beat on these kids a little more… but he needed to make sure that beam didn’t go off!
Heizen rushed at him next… preparing a nice foot in the face for him! That surely would disable his attack!
Heizen just had to hold on… Eventually these guys would lose their energy and he would find himself victorious. He just had to wait for the Crocolisk to make a mistake. Just one little mistake.
Heizen is at 150% Half Charge. Switched to Hold Charge to combat these two FUCKWADS. They got kicked in the dick for 422,356 residual damage each.
Heizen also tries to kick the charging Comely for 2,332,712 PL~ This does not interrupt Comely’s charge, but will be more than enough to disable Comely’s charge if he tanks it and tries to continue charging. His options are to either dodge and lose charge. Tank the hit and disrupt charge. Or fire the technique at Heizen (it’ll be at 200% because Heizen wasn’t fast enough to interrupt it).
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Base [x+1/x+0], Enrage [x2], Mastered Power [x5], Super Elemi [x13], Attuned Super Elemi [x20], Unleashed Super Elemi [x32/x24], Mastered Super Elemi [x35], True Elemental [x45], False God [x56/x55] True God [x60]
This stalemate was getting nowhere. Nobody was taking the bait currently, which was a problem. The Kaioshin that has given them the earrings had a time limit. Unfortunately he wasn't very specific on what that limit was. It could last the entire tournament or give out at any moment for all they knew. They needed to break the ice and fast.
Spirabi narrowed her eyes at the demon. Despite all the damage he had taken and her overwhelming powerful, he was still taking her lightly. She would make sure he would regret that, one way or another.
“You don’t need to think about what could have been. For you’re going to die today. You will cease to be, and nothing more than forgettable memories.”
Comely was handling himself well, but he was concerned with how her fight was going. He wanted her to take someone out. Granted she agreed with that sentiment, but that was proving harder than she had expected it to be.
<All 3 of them attacking at once has been a problem. I’ve decided which one is dying first already. They aren't long for this world.>
Then, an opening! The dog like creature fired his attack at her. Spirabi grinned at him cruely.
“You can't teach an old dog new tricks. You should have known better than to try that.”
Spirabi swatted at the blast headed at her with her blade, once again reflecting back from whence it came. Then her Brenchian Blade lost its glow. She easy holding back the energy she had stored temporarily. She turned to the Saiyan, a wide grin on her face.
“I hope you weren’t daft enough to believe that we would forget about you. I can't let you charge up any more energy, so…”
Spirabi lunged at the Saiyan, swiping at one of his arms with his sword. If she let him fire that while she was on the offensive, then that would be a problem. Once she stopped this attack from charging, then she would focus on finishing them off once and for all.
[WC=420] [TWC=7,600]
Spirabi telepathically communicates with Comely.
Spirabi uses her Brenchian Blade to deflect Cervez’s tri-beam back at him. The 52,650,000 attack is able to deflect the 20,786,760 damage sent her way
Spirabi switches to a hold charge. She swings her sword at Carva for a melee of 7,020,000/6,318,000. The attack is not fast enough to interrupt it before it reaches the next charge, but it will make Carva drop it should this attack connect.
Stamina: 3/5
Racials and abilities being used
Dusty Wings - Female Arlians posses a kind of strange dust that they can spread on air with their wings, the dust has a similar color to the Arlian and helps conceal, making harder to hit the Arlian. Effectively has an additional 10% to dodge.
<At first, you could almost say I feared this power. It's an uncontrollable rage, but luckily...it can be directed constructively. The Demon King can wait...I can always bend his knee later...but that damned fusion, it's pissin' me off more and more. I thought I was cocky, I thought I was arrogant...but that freak has me beat!> Carva thought to himself as he continued pumping an incredible amount of energy into the Omega Blaster. The large, pulsating green orb was the size of a small moon now...developing a gravity of it's own. Debris rose and swirled around the destructive orb, and Carva smirked. <That I'd the only thing that two faced bitch will EVER beat me at! I am Commandant Carva, damn it! I am THE Legendary Super Saiya-Jin of any Universe!>
He continued his charge, sweat burning the abrasions on his body, the strain of his power causing his knees to tremble a bit. This power he possessed felt as if it was constantly growing, scratching and clawing at his insides and physically causing him great pain. However, he wouldn't let it show...he'd stay his course, determined to completely destroy the fusion one way or the other.
Even as Spirabi deflected his rival's attack, it did nothing to stop the warrior. If anything, the determination in those pitiless white windows into hell would grow stronger, he'd be more focused than ever. She was his target, the object of his hatred.
He...he loved his Universe. He loved the way they feared his name, and if anyone erased them? It would be him! They were HIS to destroy if he saw fit...he glanced at Lagerus in the stands, not saying a word, his teeth bared in a sneer with a low growl rumbling in his chest. He thought to himself. <One of Cervez's kind...and very powerful. I can't even feel her ki, yet everyone here seems to fear her...even Cervez. So she must be special...and that strange looking man she hangs out with...> he seemed to lose focus for a second, but then looked back at the advancing Spirabi. "Shut the Hell up! You should consider yourself lucky your Kai gave you an advantage, because it's allowed you to survive just a bit longer, freak! Rest assured....you will be turned to ash and sent blowing into the wind!!!!"
His voice was thunderous, and full of fearless determination. He didn't care if it was two...three...four...five beings fused. "You'll meet your death by my hands! Omega Blaster!" He'd scream out as he fired the charge attacked at the slashing Spirabi, looking to hit point blank.
He glanced once again at Lagerus with a grin, no disrespect intended. He just wanted to put himself on the God of Destruction's radar. As crazy as it seemed, he maybe he wanted to fight her...if Cervez feared her, she'd prove a great challenge!
<That's right...pay close attention, Lord...see that Cervez isn't the only entity of destruction around here!>Wc: 509
[OT-3]Omega Blaster fired off after third charge!
53,486,367 vs. 7,020,000 means 46,466,367 dmg headed at Spirabi!
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