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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would remain asleep, eyes closed and arms crossed as he sat comfortably in the seat of his one-man space pod. He'd be caught up with a dream,, that was filling is unconscious thoughts. It played over and over inside of his mind, he was floating high above a grey, colorless planet. Watching in despair as it broke apart, turning to dust and floating away into the cosmos...
...Tundra's face would scrunch up, suddenly waking up from the dream in a daze, he'd squint as he felt the sensation of, falling? He'd suddenly be brought into reality as he saw the landscape of Namek coming closer and closer to him, or rather, the other way around. Acting on instinct, Tundra would attempt to open the door with his feet, pressing against it, but the door not budging, Tundra would grit his teeth, shouting out in a tired fury, "Worthless damned autopilot!" He'd take a deep breath, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he suddenly let out an explosive wave of force, decimating the pod and breaking himself free. Tundra would quickly gather his bearings, looking around as he began to hover, his tail and toes hanging to the ground.
Slowly, Tundra would once again cross his arms, looking at the blue and green landscape, and pausing for a moment as he took it all in, "Namek, suppose I've made it." Tundra would stall for a moment, thoughts forming in his mind, he tried his best to ignore them but, he really couldn't. All of his focus would quickly become consumed by three ideas that kept biting at Tundra. Firstly, how Earth was, or rather, what could have happened to it, he was quite quick to leave, but, was it truly rational. Tundra's hands would ball up as he took a deep exhale outwards, he didn't want to think about that, frankly, if it was rational or not, he did like what it meant. Secondly, well, considering he just destroyed his, where was he going to get another ship? He certainly didn't want to be bound to Namek. Lastly, well, what was he supposed to do now that he was here? He didn't think much ahead other than just to leave Earth, and now that he was here, he's without a real goal. In Earth his goal was to train, but he would need to find a place to set up if he wanted to train here.
Tundra would ponder this, and after a moment of thought, decide. Glancing downwards, he would look to the ground, if he was going to live in Namek, even if it was temporary, it would be in his best interest to familiarize himself with his surroundings, wouldn't it? Regardless, he would begin to float down, his tail waving in the wind as his toe pointed his descent, brushing against the grass as he put his foot down. Firmly planting himself on the ground before he began to walk, surveying the landscape as he strut around. Though even as he occupied himself with scouting, he wasn't able to shake the thoughts that continued to eat at him. Stamina: 3/3 Base PL: 62,130 Current PL: 15,532 Suppressed State 1 [x1] Heavy Weights [-75%]
Crana was sat rather calmly beneath one of the numerous trees of this strange blue grassed world, she’d not been here too long and could already see that she was going to have trouble with matters here, fair enough she’d not been away long enough for the others to notice that she was likely not to return from her given time away. The problem was that she was facing down her own weakness, something she’d never really had to deal with before now. She’d always had something up her sleeve, some trick of an ally that she could make use of to weaken or cripple a stronger foe. Her squads had managed to deal with an Ozaru before now.
Her scouter went nuts for a moment and her head jerked up and around as she tried to get a lock onto whatever had caused the alarm to go off. It wasn’t too hard to notice however as she could see the remains of the destroyed pod failing from the sky, more importantly there was a figure floating in the sky. It looked vaguely impressive, especially considering just what it seemed to be. What the heck would one of the Kold-Demons be doing out here? She jumped to her feet and dusted herself off, trying to look presentable and as official as a PTO soldier could look and then began to slowly approach the strange magnificent creature.
She’d admittedly approached from behind, probably a mistake all things considered. The woman snapping to attention a little way behind him, despite the fact that the PTO hadn’t really worked for his kind for some time. She’d been instilled with the stories and legends from her fellow soldiers. Of how much better it had been, of how powerful the kold-demon’s had been. Her scouter had picked up something a little stronger than Abscis. The pair of them dwarfed her admittedly, but she was sure this couldn’t be right? He was far too weak to be one of the creatures of legend.
“I-I’m sorry to intrude. But I’d love a moment of your time”
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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would continue to scout around the area, his eyes moving and darting around the blue landscape. Frankly, he didn't know what to expect from Namek, while he has been here once, it wasn't anytime close to now. Damn, how long has it been? Certainly nothing he could count on his hands, whatever, it wasn't at all important now. Tundra would continue looking before he noticed someone creeping up on him, it wasn't exactly the strongest Ki-Signature but he certainly felt it. Putting a blank expression onto his face, he'd turn around to meet who he was sensing. His expression shifting into one of interest when he saw who he detected, it certainly wasn't a native Namekian, in fact, he didn't recognize anything about this person's race. Although his expression would shift to something more neutral upon hearing her speak,
Now, Tundra was not a skeptic, albeit his escape from earth not helping the claim, but he was curious to why this woman had approached and asked for a moment of his time. Surely it wasn't anything malicious, no, he was far too strong to be challenged by someone of her merit, who knows, he thought to himself, maybe she was reckless. Though maybe she could just be asking for help for something dangerous? He was quite powerful no, chances are she wouldn't be too impressed by his power in this state. Maybe she was just introducing herself, and he's being overly cautious. Although the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he was remaining awfully silent, not to be rude, he'd shake his head, breaking himself out of his train of thought. Momentarily, Tundra would pause in order to collect his thoughts, and once they were, he'd move his eyes to meet the newcomer's glance.
"The moment's yours." He'd chuckle in an almost nasal manner, his first form voice ringing out thin and shrill, but bearing a clear, warm friendliness, though he didn't sound completely comfortable. His face and overall expression would display an aura of friendliness too, but also showed a small sense of caution, as if he was waiting for something to happen, as if he expected that this wasn't just gonna be a harmless introduction. "The name is Tundra." He'd reach out his hand for a handshake.Stamina: 3/3 Base PL: 62,130 Current PL: 15,532 Suppressed State 1 [x1] Heavy Weights [-75%]
When addressed, the Uchouni snapped into a salute with her gun toting arm pointing stoically downwards so as not to cause any offence. This was such a strange moment for her. She’d heard stories and rumour, she’d made so many small little plans. But she’d never really thought that she would actually be in this position and she was a little lost for thought at the sheer presence of a Kold-demon. Even the voice wasn’t something she had expected to come from them, but who was she to judge by appearances. She wasn’t sure how to react to the prospect of a handshake however, did she take it. Break the attention she was standing at? It seemed to be expected of her.
“I—I’m Crana, sir. it’s an honour to finally meet one of you.”
Her saluting hand finally managed to break from her head and accept the hand she was offered, very gingerly shaking it, though more afraid that her own hand would break off than out of any worry of doing harm to the other. The nervousness was rather obvious on the girl as she would start to talk, a sudden flurry of words coming unbidden.
“I’ve heard so much about your kind. How you once lead our kind, and how much better the Pto had been under their leadership. I had to find out what had happened, what went wrong. Those in charge now don’t talk about the old times.”
Maybe she’d said t much? With any luck he wouldn’t be to offended, there was a chance he knew even less than she did about things, he hadn’t seemed to recognise the armour nor her kind like she had expected of the kold-demons of yore. Maybe this was just a young one, maybe she was just overthinking and needed to just hold her horses and see how he responded. She tried to calm herself down and wait, still at attention save for the shaken had that just stayed put after the contact was broken.
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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra's brows would lift in surprise upon seeing her, salute him? He was honestly quite lost, he didn't know this person, did he? God, he was always horrible with faces, but no, no-one he knew would greet him so formally. Although, it is a little nice, if just mostly ego inflating. Tundra ran down the list of reasons- -that he could think of- -why she was saluting him, ending up with the idea that she likely mistook him for someone else. Surely there must have been another Kold Demon stationed here on Namek, likely this woman's leader. Though upon hearing her introduce herself, he'd realize that it was clearly not the case, she was referring to him.
"Huh, such a formal greeting. Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Crana." He'd give a smile, the previous suspicion that was present in his body language dissipating as she shook his hand. Tundra would chuckle, "And, there's no need to call me Sir. Unless I'm either training, or fighting with you." He'd grin, the light and warm tone that was in his voice clearly displaying that there was no need for such formalities.
Tundra would pause, listening closely as she began speaking once again, about... The Planet Trade Organization? He'd stop, realizing that she was a member of the PTO, in truth, the things that Tundra knew about the Organization were, limited, to say the least, but he did understand a moderate bit about it. "Huh, you know, I'm honored you hold our species in such high regard, but perhaps I'm not the one to talk to about such affairs." He'd chuckle to himself, hesitating for a moment, "By all means, I'm not exactly what you'd expect when you think 'Kold Demon'."
Stopping to think, Tundra would collect his words and speak out once more, "Although my knowledge may not be expansive as some, I'll gladly talk about what I can." He'd continue to smile, though, suddenly, his expression would shift into one of realization, "Do excuse me for a second Crana, but I need to stretch my legs from the trip over here..."
With a sudden, swift move, Tundra would deliver a chop to the heavy weights that were placed on his arms. The binding metal falling off his wrists to the ground and impacting with a large cloud of dust. Quickly crouching down, Tundra would do the same to weights on his legs, they too peeling off and adding to the billowing dust. Tundra would grin widely, rolling his head around and stretching his neck, "This may be loud." He'd warn, placing his arms to his side, bringing his wrists up as a pink aura coated him. Taking a quick breath, Tundra would abruptly break out into a ferocious roar as his body shifted, his torso and shoulders beginning to bulge out as horns spiked from the side of his head, and after a moment of transformation, all at once, it would stop. His aura fading, the dust clearing, and a almost completely different looking person standing where Tundra once stood.
"Pardon that, I'm usually in my second suppression state, but I needed to fly over in my first. Damned space-pods are cramped, aren't they?" He'd chuckle, his voice bellowing out sonorous, and pronounced. Whatever imposing features Tundra may have lacked in his first form, he oh so clearly gained in this one.Stamina: 3/3 Base PL:62,130 Current PL: 248,520 Suppressed State 2 [x4]
Crana was a little thrown at the attitude of the kold-demon, so polite. So formal in return, she had rather expected the powerhouse to be loud and demanding. Barking orders and such like, then again maybe it was just how Crana expected life to be. She’d been raised with orders and a lack of freedom of will, the woman had ever so slightly stepped back at him addressing her by her name. So unused to such pleasantries as she was. Even stranger than that he seemed to be oblivious to his own races past. Had she found the wrong one somehow? Was she thinking wrong about this, their world must have been huge as well and it was probably that only a few of them had even been involved with her race and the original PTO.
“I… I think I’ve been a touch silly...”
However, when Tundra said he wanted to stretch and worried her it’d be loud, she backed up a little further. The girl was just unable to deal with what happened next, the sudden power explosion coming from the Kold-Demon, the grunt was just forced back and over, landing on her own behind and just staring in horror at Tundra now that he had changed into another form. The voice was so different, the power was all she could seem to focus on.
“Ah...Ah… Oh, I”
She was just staring wide eyed, stammering aimlessly, just what had she found? What had made her even think that looking for a Kold-Demon and trying to convince them of anything was a good idea? They were terrifying, it was no wonder they had been able to conquer and rule so easily. She was being far too stupid, she shouldn’t have left. She was going to die on this stupid world far from everyone she cared about.
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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would chuckle to himself, looking down at his right arm, admiring the freedom from going into his second suppression state, and breaking off those weights had brought. He trained mostly in his first form due it's superior ki-control compared to all other forms, and while he made impressive strides in it. The form bared little to no comfort to Tundra, like being a bird locked in a cage, or a dog on a leash. Regardless, he wasn't about to train again, not anytime soon, he still needed to get familiar with Namek, so he had all the opportunity in the world to unveil his physique. Also, he wasn't too humble as to not admire all the power that this form had released from it's previous limitations, it really did make his first form pale in comparison.
Tundra would slowly look up, blissfully feeling the wind caress his form. Looking to Crana, Tundra would open his mouth to reveal a big, toothy grin, though, he'd see that something was wrong, she was kind of... Stuttering. Tundra would pause for a bit, before it came to him that transforming into a state that was not just significantly more powerful than the person he was with, but actually around seventy times their own would obviously lead to suprise. Tundra would chuckle worriedly, rubbing the back of his head, "H-Hey, don't freak out! This is just my natural state, I'm not transforming to hurt you." Tundra was sure to leave out the fact that this was still just a third of his power. If this current level of power was enough to spark such a reaction, he certainly didn't want to deal with her reacting to triple of it, who knows what that'd cause.
Tundra would pause, trying to think of a way to calm things down, "Maybe it wasn't the smartest to transform without giving you much of a warning, especially with how powerful it is. But I suppose it's a little too late now!" He'd laugh, trying to ease the situation with some humor, "But, seriously, I believe you wanted to talk about my race? I feel I owe you as much to hear any questions you may have, I can't promise I can answer all, or hell, any, but I'd be glad to try." Tundra would chuckle, moving to sit down and crossing his legs, moving his head ever so slightly to look up at her eyes, and waiting for her to speak.Stamina: 3/3 Base PL:62,130 Current PL: 248,520 Suppressed State 2 [x4]
Ever so slightly shaking, the Uchouni managed to get back to her feet, though she didn’t get up all the way, instead staying on one knee in a typical gesture of respect, or servitude. She had been foolish, she had been in idiot. But frankly, she’d come this far just to see and beg a request of these creatures. There was no real point in backing down now. What’s the worst he would do? Kill her, frankly for her abandoning of her duty to try and find a kold-demon, she was probably already dead meat walking.
“It’s.. Terrifying, but magnificent, its what I dreamed of in my younger days and more sir.”
She had to try and think about what it was she was going to ask of him, it was no wonder they were referred to as demons, they were simply monstrous compared to anything she’d had the displeasure of facing up against. Frankly, her request wasn’t that difficult to say but she was afraid of it. Still, best to be honest.
“I heard stories and rumours when I was being trained. That your kind, once ruled over the PTO group and while we were under your dominion. The Uchouni found their peak. Their own greatness as part of something special. The paltry state of the PTO now is laughable. Please, I beg of you… If there’s any truth in the rumours, and the sheer power that you possess makes me wish you’ll say yes. I’m desperate for the PTO to be brought back towards it’s glory days, for this stupid back and forth war with the Saiyans that’s only going to get us all killed.”
She had gone from kneeling to prostrate before him, truly begging before this powerhouse of a demon that had been nothing but friendly. It occurred to her that it wasn’t the best way to start talking to someone you’d barely met but she just wanted it to be known what she wanted. If he chose to just ignore her or leave she’d not hold it against him.
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Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would let a small amused smile loose as he saw Crana move to kneel on one knee, all this formality was certainly flattering, be it very unnecessary. Tundra would chuckle to himself, he could get used to receiving such respect. Though regardless of what he thought of her attitude, there was a different matter to focus on. Slightly shaking his head, Tundra would break free from his train of thought, moving his head to focus on Crana, "Impressed? Perhaps it's not a very virtuous quality to gloat, but..." Tundra would close his eyes, his deep voice ringing out in a resonant laugh, "...I can certainly understand why."
Tundra would open his eyes, continuing to look at Crana, a sense of patience clear in his face as he waited for her to speak. He would continue to sit quietly before she finally broke the silence with a quick barrage of words. Tundra would listen on to her speak with a deep focus, making sure to process what the Uchouni said. Nodding once she had finished, pausing for a moment to think of how to respond.
"Well... I believe I can comment on that, I'm well aware of the time of the Kold rule." Tundra would pause, placing a hand to his chin as he stopped to think, opening his mouth to speak once more, "...Perhaps I'm not the one you want to seek out, the innate strength of my kin is present within, although." Once again, he would pause, a look that displayed a sense of reluctance, hesitance. Though, slowly, it'd be washed over, a sudden smile breaking free, "Although, well, I can't promise what I can or will do. I'm only one man, after all. But if this is such a high concern of yours, Crana." Tundra would chuckle to himself, "Well, maybe I'll give it some thought."
Tundra was sure to finish his statement with a slight tone of indifference, he didn't want to make promises, not to someone he just met, though he couldn't help but dream about the concept. Tundra, helping reclaim the honor of the PTO, ah. If only he didn't know how difficult that would be. But for now, he'd toss those thoughts aside, after all the Uchouni was still present.Stamina: 3/3 Base PL:62,130 Current PL: 248,520 Suppressed State 2 [x4]
She was a bit of a loss for words at first. The intimidating presence was just so friendly towards her, it felt like a strange contradiction in terms. She was used to such obviously in charge and commanding figures to be demanding and rude. Not this polite and gentle giant that was presented to her. It was actually impressive to behold that someone this powerful even felt the need to be polite.
“Impressed doesn't cover it. You’re overwhelming, I’m afraid to even turn my scouter on in case it breaks sir. It’s phenomenal and I suspect you have more reserves of power yet.”
She managed to look up as he spoke of remembering the glory days as she thought of them. Though it was rather plain in her face the disappointment when he reasoned that he wouldn’t be the one that would aid her in fulfilling the goal she had desperately sought, and act stupidly to try and achieve.
“One Arcosian, you dwarf so much of our remaining organisation alone, with anything resembling backup I’d honestly expect a large number of my kind to fold to your side without a fight, it’d just be the arrogant Brenchnians that’d stand in your way.”
Though he could easily see the defeat in her eyes. She could tell from the tone that he wouldn’t be willing to do it that he was only being polite to her, she managed to rise to her feet. Though her head was still hung and she spoke softly. “I understand, really. Someone coming out of nowhere and begging for your help. It was never really going to work was it. I’ve been a fool, like I’d ever be lucky enough for a Arcosian to just decide it’d be a good idea to claim the organisation that abandoned them.”
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Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would look onto Crana with a neutral expression, one that didn't display disappointment, but bared no distinguishable emotions, only focus and thought as he listened to her words, "Perhaps my power is enough to convince, but, that's still left only to a 'perhaps'." He'd continue to maintain his glare, clearly split between his attention on Crana, and his own thoughts. Tundra would ponder the idea, it's not that claiming a position from strength wasn't unheard of, more common than otherwise, even, after all power is quite the convincing force. Though he couldn't shake away the realist in the back of his head, claiming such a position would be difficult, and Tundra knew that, but yet, he wouldn't throw the idea away.
Tundra would remain silent as Crana continued to speak, a small frown forming as he heard, and felt the disappointment in her voice. It was saddening to see her in low spirits, but he was in no position to make promises, especially none so grand. Though, despite his mind trying reign him into thinking that, trying to stray him away from pursuing the topic, Tundra would find his mouth open, and words flowing out, "Crana, this pessimism I hear from you is unnerving, I do believe I said I would give it some thought didn't I?.."
Suddenly, Tundra's expression would shift, his eyes closing, a small grin forming on his face as an idea popped into his head, "...However, if you want me to truly consider such a task, then I must ask for a simple test." He'd pause, slowly standing up as he reached for the weights on the ground. Suddenly, his body would shift, a bright aura surrounding him as his body slowly shrunk down, his horns changing shape and carapace sinking in. It would be a much smoother transformation than his one into his second state. As if comparing a simple size down and a bright flash to full body convulsions with the ground shaking in tremors. He'd chuckle, his high pitched voice ringing out once again, "I've suppressed my power back to what it was, but unfortunately, there's still a tremendous gap between us, so allow me to put on another handicap." Tundra would crouch down, picking up the weights he had shed and placing them onto his forearms and legs, adjusting them so they fit firmly on.
"There we go! I've reduced my power as far as I can, and believe me, you'll be thankful for it considering what I'm about to ask." Tundra would smile, waiting for a moment to create a dramatic pause, "I want you to fight, and land a solid hit on me. Because in the off chance that I'm going to be participating in any way with the PTO, I need someone worthy assist me with said actions. Is that understood?"
Truthfully, this wasn't really about the reason he had stated, and in fact he really doubted that Crana would be able to land a solid punch. But if anything, it would help him make up his mind on the matter, and prove both Crana's seriousness and devotion to it. Stamina: 3/3 Base PL: 62,130 Current PL: 15,532 Suppressed State 1 [x1] Heavy Weights [-75%]
Crana was still trying not to shake too much, despite his kindness and gentle demeanour she was still asking a lot of someone who could just wipe her from the face of the planet with a gesture. Granted this was what she had encountered time and time again and could only wonder just how poor the training she had received at the hands of the PTO had been to have such a slow progression compared to those she had met here on Namek. The thought of her own weakness had been troubling her more and more with this encounter and her face twisted slightly. Somewhat determined in more than one way now that she had been given this opportunity. With more to come.
“I’m sorry, I’ve never been much of an optimist, hard to be with everything I went through, the people I watched die because of stupid orders and foolish plans.”
Crana’s head lifted slightly as he spoke of a test for her. Some possible hope, though she didn’t want to let it show. She really wasn’t expecting much to come from this or to even be capable of passing any test set by a creature of such prowess. What he’d expect of the woman would be far too much for her. But she watched with a slightly dulled expression as he reduced himself back down onto his original state. She felt slightly mocked at the sheer effort that he had had to go through in order to reduce himself down to something resembling her strength, it wasn’t much of an insult, but the sting was there.
Raising herself up properly she quickly glanced to make sure that her blaster was on and ready before she answered him, though her answer was to back up several paces before having the boldness to talk or really make anything resembling a reaction. She raised the arm canon slightly, at least enough to make it obvious that she was ready.
“Well, I’ll try. But I don’t expect to b-”
Before she’d finished the sentence, she’d snapped the canon up and fired it towards the kold-demon, snapping a quick blast just to gage the difference between the pair of them in his current state. Though if she was honest, she only expected him to shrug off the blast without incident.
WC: 387 TWC: 2040
Hp: 8903 Stamina: 3/3 PL: 3561
[EOT-1]Blaster Shot (Dmg: 890) As simple as it sounds, a large shot from the users blaster [25% of your PL in damage - 0 stamina cost (but user do NOT recover stamina if they use them)]
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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would smile at Crana, slowly crossing his arms as he looked on patiently. He would watch as she slowly began to react to what he said, his challenge to her. He hoped she would be willing to accept, though he did realize that she may have be hesitant to fight, even with all the limitations he had put on himself. A thought passed through his mind, whether this would cause her to be inspired, or frightened, afraid, or hopeful, of course, he was going to find out soon, but he was glad to occupy his time with thinking. Upon seeing her move a little, Tundra would cock his head, giving Crana a curious gaze as she lifted her arm-cannon, a small chuckle would leave his lips, it wasn't ill intentioned, instead just a chuckle of amusement.
Upon hearing her speak, he would pause, listening to her begin to speak, only to be caught with a slight surprise as she cut off her own speech, launching the blast. Smiling, Tundra would close his eyes, where he once stood turning into a afterimage of his physique, the grass below clearly being displaced in a curve as his body swiftly launched to behind Crana, he'd chuckle once again, "Well! I do love the go-gettedness!" Suddenly, his tail would swirl around, reeling back and flying up as it gathered momentum, launching to the back of Crana's head with the strength of a good punch. Regardless of success, Tundra would let an innocent, amused smile out, tilting his head back, "Oh, should I have said I'll fight back? I don't intend on hurting you, but I'm not gonna make this easy." He'd suddenly tilt his head forward, his smile only deepening into a grin, "If you want to motivate me, you're gonna need to give me a reason to get motivated."
Suddenly taking a combat pose, his smile would turn to a focused expression, "Land a hit on my torso, blast or punch, it doesn't matter, just make sure you don't give up, then I'll truly be disappointed." Tundra would stand still, keeping his pose as he looked at Crana, not making any move, but clearly examining Crana and her movements. Stamina: 2/3 Base PL: 62,130 Current PL: 15,532 Suppressed State 1 [x1] Heavy Weights [-75%]
Used [ST-1] Hyper Movement to dodge Crana's [OT-1] Blaster Shot
She went a little wide eyed as Tundra just stood there, the blast passing through him made her remember way too late that little trick, the girl panicking for a moment as her scouter wasn’t active and she didn’t know where he had gone. She wasn’t without one option however, though she wasn’t the biggest fan of doing it without backup. But it wasn’t like she had much of a choice in the matter. Her body shifted slightly and then parts of her bulked out, her leg muscles increasing as well as her reaction speed evidently, despite the proximity she ducked under the incoming tail and then spun, darting away from Tundra and standing with the arm canon raised to him as he told her that he wasn’t going to make it easy for her.
The Uchouni was considering her options and annoyingly, there weren’t many. Once more she was reminded how dependant she had been on the skills and strengths of the others with her. On her own, she wasn’t much of anything. Okay, what could she even do, like this she knew her blasts would be even weaker than before, and it wouldn’t be hard for him. Still, all he wanted was for her to land a solid hit. She shrugged at him and fired a quick snap shot, she didn’t even want to think about how pathetic the blast came out, but then damage wasn’t the important factor.
WC: 241 TWC: 2281 Hp: 8903 Stamina: 3/3 PL: (3561 ) 890Offensivepl/17,805 Defensive PL Speed Bulking in use -3x/+2x Uchouni, Hardy +0x/+2x Dodge Value = 5%pl +Meleefinese5% = 1781
Dodged the melee attack and fired another Blaster Shot (Just in case my rambling post didn’t read well)
[EOT-1]Blaster Shot (Dmg: 223dmg) As simple as it sounds, a large shot from the users blaster [25% of your PL in damage - 0 stamina cost (but user do NOT recover stamina if they use them)]
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about Tundra
Tundra has many cons; incomplete form, technique, and anger, all of which somehow are his pros too.
Tundra would let a small smile loose as he saw Crana in a panicky state. It wasn’t so much that she was afraid of him nor that she was scared. No, it was the fact that she was determined to get him that give him a very, very large smile. Even as he dodged her attack, he couldn’t help but hide an amused grin. However, once he did release his tail swipe, he’d be a bit surprised to see her duck under it, sure it wasn’t a very quick attack, but it wasn’t by any means slow. Despite missing, his smile would only further grow as he looked at the Uchoni warrior.
He’d smile as his eyes drifted, keeping locked on her. She did quite an elegant twist away, sweeping under his tail and raising her arm cannon to him. Perhaps it wasn’t the most refined of moves, but he found her response, amusing. “Crana, make sure that shot counts won’t you?” He’d let a small, high pitched chuckle out as he gave a cocked-head glare at her. He did say it in a taunting manner, though he was serious, he found their - admittedly playful, (as if fighting with a child) - spar… Fun. He’d brace himself, making his body broad as he reeled back his shoulders and distanced his legs from each other, giving a mockingly obvious indication of where she should aim.
Upon seeing her actually fire, his eyelids would close into a squint, his pupils darting to the projectile shot out and watching it close in on him. Before it could reach, he’d reel himself to the side, moving his foot and simply bending his body. Letting the blast fly past him, “I said to make that shot count, c’mon, listen to me!” Tundra would chuckle once again, this time, there wasn’t even a tone of goading in his voice, he was just having fun.
“Here, next blast I’ll flick away. C’mon.” He’d pat his chest, pointing to where she should shoot as he bared a friendly - though cocky - smile. Stamina: 1/3 Base PL: 62,130 Current PL: 15,532 Suppressed State 1 [x1] Heavy Weights [-75%]
Used [ST-1] Hyper Movement (Once again) to dodge Crana's [OT-1] Blaster Shot
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