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[Thread Power Level: 106,707] [Tournament Power Level: 95,345]
If it wasn’t for the senzu bean he had eaten, Galen wouldn’t be able to fight the next round. His fight with Cleopatra was way too intense and he was still feeling rather guilty he had to rely on his own tension in order to win. The image of Cleo bleeding out was horrifying and he truly hoped his next opponent wouldn’t push him that much, because he wasn’t really feeling like hurting people anymore. ”Maybe if I don’t use my sword… But… I’m not that great of a fighter with my bare hands… And I really want to win this tournament so I can invest the money into the research… What should I do?” he scratched the back of his head, feeling conflicted as he walked towards the arena. His clothes were still kind of wrecked and he cursed himself for not bringing a couple sets of clothes to spare. In truth, he didn’t know the tournament would be so hot.
Once on the arena, he sighed deeply and stretched a bit as he waited for his new opponent. ”Rukia Date… Wonder who she is… I don’t think she fought yet. Hopefully I can just throw her out of the area without hurting her… That would be the best scenario. I dunno if I can really push myself to do that again, even if I let myself be dominated by my tension again…” he thought to himself, feeling both frustrated, sad and anxious.
Matches came and gone by, though her own hadn't been one of them. Many of those who were called were unfamiliar to her, and the titles which they had signed up with, she found were quite presumptuous. But it also made her wonder just how true some of these titles were, or at the very least, could be, if not for the concern of the audience.
Names which she did recognize like the Angelean Sarai, Anubian Sinthe, along with that Namekian Piyano, were ones that she had been interested in. Having seen either potential enough to invite them into her mansion, or just taken a particular interest in, these three winning their matches were something she expected to hear.
She had wished that the Anubian had been more destructive, having met another one of his kind awhile ago, but it couldn't be blamed that they were so ill afraid of the king that they served under. But it was amusing, knowing the cat's mannerisms, which if not for her own exposure to those that were like him, would have been more insulting.
The match with the Namekian, she had taken a particular interest in, only because he had been placed in a division which was above her own. While not one to really partake in these tournaments, due to the necessity in having to hold back, or entertain the crowd, she had enough reason to believe that divisions were based on someone's strength.
It could have simply been because she was a high schooler, and contestants were placed in divisions that those arranging it found fitting. Or the alternative of their strengths being gauge, and that Namekian hid his power from her, when he had called for her attention awhile ago. She knew it would be befitting, and hardly surprising.
Though going by this logic, it meant that he had more strength than her own, at least without tapping into other reserves. A fact which she found appalling, insulting, and one which she really wanted to go and correct.
However, there wasn't any time for doing so, unless she wanted to miss her own match. If there was any way that hearing the Namekian's match be called benefited her, it was the idea of being cautious, and to see exactly why she hadn't been called up yet. Information she had learned was due to receiving a free pass into the next round.
It wasn't information that they had cared to openly announced, and it was for that reason did she find that her mood was not appeased from learning it. She had wanted to pass the first round, but waiting this long wasn't how she had envisioned things. There could have been better use of her time, like taking leisure in her mansion.
But these events had already unfolded, so the only thing left to really do was remind herself, this wasn't something to occur again, should she make entering these tournaments more of a thing for herself. It wouldn't be an issue in the first place if she was the one in charge around here. A position of power to aim for one day, she had supposed.
Her own name being called at last, led her facing off against a Galen. A name she wasn't familiar with, though that was an advantage in itself, knowing her own interests wouldn't get in the way of what happened with this match.
Or at least a good portion of it. While she still felt the need to entertain the crowd and give them something visible to watch, perhaps it would be better to let her opponent decide how she would go and take this approach.
Entering in the ring, her apparel had been changed into another one of her many school uniforms. A white dress shirt with a plaid blue tie to match the skirt. The only slight alteration was the pair of black shorts she so often wore, when it came to picking out some school's uniform to wear, that her own one lacked a policy requiring a dress code.
While the idea of such wear was to emphasize that she was still in high school, she found many schools with a dress code, had a certain style that could likely be traced back to each new representative of the school.
It was better and more reasonable to altering their wear, then go through the painstaking process of paying attention to the line of designer outfits, which came out in specific periods, she could hardly care for. What mattered to her, were the actual products, which she obtained for herself whenever possible, though not as often as she liked.
Her opponent, as she had expected from a tournament, was much older than her. She had already scared off a portion of wannabes, and anyone who was still in this event, was likely someone who had to have been competent.
Or like her, managed to get a free pass. Facts which she regarded as simple, and nothing to really think about for too long, with the proof of her reasoning, belonging to what appeared to be a sword of such. Something awful for her skin, even with the kind of protection that ki just seemed to give when it came to durability, as well as her own natural one from being a Vampire. Not at all what she had envisioned running into so soon, especially her first match.
An audible sigh had been let out as she entered the ring, which could have had her opponent mistake it as disappointment, or some other impression, depending on if he had any nerves for this match, or any match, really.
"Listen, will you? After waiting so long for a match, my mood is far from being motivated to entertain the crowd you see before you. So I'll let you decide how this will go. Either they get a fight they can see, or we fight on my own interests. And I suggest that you don't have us just standing around for so long."
Her decision to not go and attack right off the bat, or even possibly drive him to fear with charging up a ki attack, was because she wanted to hear and see more of his demeanor. Was he like the rest of the humans, who saw themselves as protectors for the greater good? Or maybe even an adult that only saw her age, like so many in this society.
People who were foolish enough to believe she couldn't gain power for herself.
To his surprise, this Rukia person was a little girl with school uniform, and that made him widens his eyes and arches his brows, blinking twice in shock. ”A school girl? Oh my god…” he thought, feeling unease with the idea to be fighting a little girl, but then he immediately shook his head and closed his eyes, frowning his brows slightly. ”No! Don’t be fooled by looks! Focus on her ki energy…” Galen scolded himself as he tapped into his ki sensing ability, trying to measure the potential the girl had and, to his utmost surprise, her power was just a tad bit lower than Cleo’s own, and that meant she was another fierce opponent to be faced. Galen gulped with such realization and scratched the back of his head, feeling a little bad with himself: if he truly wanted to win this round, he would have to use his power, maybe even his full power if this Rukia girl was also capable of unleashing some hidden power.
She looked human and thus Galen already accepted that as a fact and for that he was glad: he knew his race’s own potential and wouldn’t be surprised; he couldn’t be more wrong, but the battle would be the one to show him that probably. In any case, as she entered the arena, she sighed in what seemed to Galen as disappointment. The lone swordsman stared at his own body, seeing his ruined clothes – and by clothes he meant rags – the fight with Cleo took it’s tools on his body, but thanks to his magical seeds he was healed, but he still looked like shit, with dried out blood in his body and whatever remained of his clothes: his yellow coat had been almost entirely ruined.
The girl spoke first and, to his surprise, she sounded really… mature? He wasn’t sure that was the word he was looking for, but she definitely didn’t sound like the little school girl in front of his dark eyes. Galen scratched the back of his head as he considered what she said for a short while, and then he nodded, taking a respectful bow. ”You should know my name by now, but nonetheless, I’m Galen, a swordsman from the east. A pleasure to be made your acquaintance, miss Rukia. I would rather not have to hurt you, but I really need to win this round, so I apologize in advance if I cause you any harm.” his tone was polite and sincere, that much was clear. Once he finished his bow, he stared back right at her eyes. ”But I think you can handle it, considering your ki energy. If possible, I will try to remain relaxed during this fight. I don’t really mind the crowd, truth be told. I’m not here to entertain anyone. I’m here for the prize.” he admitted as he slowly unsheathed his blade from the scabbard on his back.
His broad sword was really a masterpiece of craftsmanship that could be further hardened by his ki energy, freely flowing through the blade. Galen held the blade with both hands, left hand below right hand. He widened the distance between his feet and bent the knees a bit, with the left leg in front and the other on the back. His elbows were almost entirely stretched, and he leaned his head to the right. The blade was pointing upwards in a more defensive stance and, although still far from perfect, the fighting stance itself was enough of a warning that he was a capable swordfighter with plenty of training years behind his back. Galen’s expression was far more serious and he grit his teeth, trying to, perhaps, intimidate the girl and shatter her resolution; if that could save him from going all out, it was worthy, as uncomfortable as it was to be posing in a threatening way to someone.
After that Galen dashed forward, heading straight towards Rukia, aiming to use a powerful slash attack on her right shoulder. This straight and blunt attack was more of a way to test her power and fighting skill than to actually hit her; still, if it did hit her, it would hurt quite a lot.
Stamina 3/3
Galen’s Melee PL = 14,302 - Attacked her right shoulder with a slash attack WC: 710 TWC: 964
That was essentially what the man was wearing, with tears all over his clothing, and only now did she really acknowledge the amounts of dried blood paired with it as well. Numerous as it was, its scent had clearly lingered enough to barely give her that sweet smell that usually filled the air, whenever she had a whiff of blood.
Though noticing it now, it was enough to send her the feeling of the pressure he was exerting. A bit stronger than her own, without tapping into other reserves of power. An appalling thought on one hand, but interesting in another.
If she was already caught up to his level of power, and she was lacking in experience beyond aiming with the strength she felt, then that meant she would exceed him given the time. Though as someone who was a Vampire, and thus above the strength of someone who also appeared to be human, it showed how behind she must have been, if a human could match her strength. So many of those she met before, hardly met those she was seeming to meet here in this event.
A frown formed on her face after learning of this fact, and one that didn't leave, as she heard the man speak. She had been right. By the sound of his words, not only was he looking at her for her age, but he was also acting for the greater good. Whatever he wanted this whole prize money for, it was clearly the influence of someone in need.
But such personal matters, no matter how typical it was, were ones she felt had no place in an event like this. Monetary gain was fine, though if he was essentially doing it to help someone out, there were much better ways.
"Oh, spare me the cliche."
The rest of what he had to say, all she had found interest in, was how he didn't care about entertaining the crowd. This person that he needed the money for, was much too important for him to cater to such matters.
A mistake she would be sure to make him regret, as her eyes glowed a vibrant red, and more slitted, with her fangs also retracting out. With it, was also the reveal of her true strength, which she had easily use to speed away from his charge. Experience wasn't necessarily needed, when it came to running away from the danger of a sword.
His decision to not entertain the crowd, was what had led to this maneuver, which would hopefully trip him up. Perhaps even make him shocked that a girl as young as her, could have such power. And the man should have knew that this surprise of hers could have been enough to end the match right here and now. But she had chosen not to.
As her legs worked in bringing her to a distance that was more safe, her hands were outstretched, so that the palms were in view. Energy was concentrating on the center from all directions, though ultimately formed only into an orb of ki in both of her hands. One that was immobile unlike the trick she used to gather this energy in the first place.
"If it's money you need for someone, it'd be easier to accept a loan. Surely, if this person is as important as you make out, a couple of years in debt shouldn't be an issue."
Of course, there were other factors as to why he didn't simply choose this route, like how he might have been a nomad, and thus not really qualified for such an option without a billing address. Though you would think someone with his kind of heart would have surely gained some friends who did have such options available for them.
The orbs of ki didn't take too long to be ready at all, though she had threw them after the other, only after one had hit the ground. There was no target she had in mind, and was merely a test of what could drive him to desperation.
What strength she had placed into these attacks, was only a percentage of what she was truly capable of doing. Most had caused small tremors to strike the ground of the arena, as she moved about in a speed that would leave her as only a blur to the audience, although to the man, quite possibly the appearance that she was teleporting.
That sword slash of his which he meant to strike her with, she likely could have dodge with her base speed. But that was more visible to the audience, and he had already denoted they weren't people who they should cater to.
This bout of speed was mostly to establish the difference between them at the moment, and really sell that the pressure that she was likely exuding with this strength, clearly could have ended the match here and now.
"I had entered this event on the behalf of family and minions, with my own interests really lying on scoping out any threats. Without that sword of yours swinging around, how capable are you, really?"
From the start since seeing him have that, his weapon had been the only threat she saw about him. But weapons were able to be broken, and was a goal which she would aim for in this match, with any opportunity given to do so.
Winning this match wasn't a concern, so long as she had gotten her fill, and the blood in her body managed to circulate what it wasn't able to do, with how long it had taken her to have a match of her own.
She began to slow down as she saw herself having made enough of a point, her footing landing on what small craters and cracks in the ground a bit too much force had caused to the arena. Something which might serve to give her an advantage if used wisely. Although if the man was smart, he would know he had the same privileged.
Though it wouldn't change anything.
WC: 1018 TWC: 2,115
Thread PL: 947,736 Refined Control x12 Active
(2 actions for this turn, which will be one assuming Galen powers up)
1) [ST-3] Flight or Fight Dodges upt to 250% of PL
2) [OT-1] Twin Peaks @aimless
Having studied her Saiyan ally, Rukia uses her speed and moves from side to side, forming orbs of ki she throws against a single opponent, after one of them hits. 25% of PL in damage.
Galen couldn’t even believe his eyes when the little girl in front of him began to change. ”W-what is going on?!” he thought to himself in shock as her eyes became red and her fangs sharp as blades and growing out of her mouth as she easily avoided the danger of his blade, vanishing out of sight in an incredible speed. ”Her energy… Is growing… Overflowing!” he gulped as he realized that this little girl was also capable of unleashing uncanny power, capable of shifting the tides of the battle in her favor, should Galen remain idle. Rukia was already far from his reach and with her arms ready to fire an energy attack. Galen frowned his brows as he went back into his fighting stance. The girl had some maturity in her voice and when she suggested he should take a loan, he sighed.
”I’m afraid I can’t do that. I have nothing to offer as guarantee of payment… I’m a really poor guy, financially speaking. Not that I particularly care about money, though, if it wasn’t for this one thing I need to do! I live from what I can grow and hunt, and nothing I have is truly mine, and I’m perfectly fine with that!” Galen wasn’t materialistic at all. In truth, the only possession he actually valued was his broad swords, as it was an inheritance from his people in the now destroyed village of Goddodin. Still, Rukia didn’t waste any time and fired one of her blasts at him. The attack was fast and, although he wanted to dodge it by leaping backwards, but she was way too fast for him, unless he allowed himself to be taken over by his tension and so he did.
”GRRRR!!!!” Galen growled as his skin became fuchsia in color, his hair purple and his eyes crimson red, not unlike Rukia’s own eyes. The blood in his veins was running like crazy, tensing up all of his body. A ki aura burst out of him, forming a round shaped aura as his power level skyrocketed, growing slightly higher than her own, as Galen reached his current ultimate form. His expression became that of concern and gentleness to that of deep anger and he gritted his teeth as he also used all of his speed to dash to the side, avoiding the other blast she had left.
[High Tension. Power Level: 953,450]
”I’m a swordsman! I always fight with my sword! And this sword is a memento from the people of my village, who died because of me failing to protect them! This is also the embodiment of my promise! My promise to protect everyone on this planet! That’s why I cannot lose! I have a duty to fulfill here! And, as the Keeper of the Korin’s Tower and protector of the Karinga Tribe, I won’t give up!” he roared with rage in his tone.
Rukia landed on the crater her blast created and Galen was out of it, in his fighting stance as he stared at her, wondering how he should approach to this combat. ”You may be fast, miss Rukia! But it means NOTHING to me now!” he exclaimed as he rose his sword above his head and slashed the air in front of him, summoning arcs of red colored energy that flew immediately towards Rukia. The blasts were special though, as they locked onto her energy signature, destined to chase her until they hit, or if she blocked. ”Fly, VOID TEMPEST!” he shouted as he slashed the air.
Galen’s Stamina 3/3 > 1/3
- Attacked with a chasing energy attack Used: -- [VT-1] Void Tempest: The user slashes the air and summons arcs of red colored energy that will follow the target's energy signature until they hit. [25% Damage, Chaser] PL 238,363
That was what most humans did, when they felt the pressure that she could exude. Unlucky members of society who were either in her way when it came to finishing a goal of hers, or made the mistake of trailing after her, due to her age.
This was power that she was able to flaunt easily, without the worry of impacting the environment, compared to other species who could tap into similar reserves. At least, according to previous guests she invited to her mansion.
The control she had was compacted and refined, rather than brutish. Certain reserves had their monstrous transformations, but this was still a lot more human than her other, and more less powerful form.
Her opponent's expression gone the way she had expected it to, as if the man was playing at her hand. But unlike the other humans she was so used to just simply passing by in her own city, the shock had been rather brief.
The experience he likely had with being a swordsman, was likely not just bravado, as he went back to a fighting stance. Her consistent running and throws of attacks, were not at all meant to come close to hitting him.
Mistakes which many of her guests she invited to her mansion, have made, as she overwhelmed them with not only her speed, but the acknowledging difference in power. Strikes which were sent out to drive desperation.
The response the man had given, rightfully aligned with part of her reasoning. He lacked the capabilities of going with a more simpler and far easier method, that would save a trip to a hospital, and a quick bill charged.
But companions were still always an option to rely on. Most had them, and while a nomad like he seemed to be, wouldn't really be capable of having access when it came to communication, she'd hardly say this was the easiest way to money.
"Need and want are two different things. You're gambling with the assumption you'll even place third."
Though it was advice she didn't really want to address, knowing it would lead to a similar answer as the previous. However, facts needed to be established here, and their different reasons for entering this event, had a clear difference. He was betting on success, while all she wanted was to go up against as many opponents as possible.
There was no real disappointment in this for her, save for things ending far too early for her liking. If there was anything she had to attribute to this behavior of someone who declared themselves as serving the greater good as he did, it was stress. Many of those older than her were susceptible to it, and though young, she wasn't an exception.
But there were better ways of dealing with these things. An opinion which those of this sort could possibly attribute to being her age. That because she was young, it was easier to be hopeful, especially since she was still somewhat dependent on her parents. But no matter how true this argument might be, it wouldn't change whatever was causing the stress. People only served as outlets for each other in these moments, and listening to reason wasn't likely.
Similar to her own growth in power, the man, seeming to be driven to desperation, ended up transforming himself. Fuschia skin, purple hair, and red eyes in a color that was like her own. The appearance was like he had just unleashed rage that was built up within himself, and unleashed in a form that was visible and obvious.
It was enough to dodge the spheres she hadn't even really been aiming, and as she began to slow down, coming to a complete but very temporary stop, she watched as he begun to speak. Her breathing was concentrated on slowing down after a run like that, though she was rather alert for another chance of running to avoid getting hit.
"So you're towerkeeper of that place. Interesting."
The only thing that she was really interested in out of this rant, which was filled with anger that seemed to have come out of nowhere, was that he was towerkeeper of where earth's guardian was. Surely, with a position like that, he must have been able to get an audience with such a position of power that came with having such a title.
Everything else that was said fell in line with the rest of her beliefs. That he was just one of the people out there, who had taken it upon themselves to protect the earth, when really it should be the job of the military, or earth's guardian. But when it came to power above the average sort, there was really no stopping acting of self-interest.
"Are you really qualified on saying such things, when you're acting out of rage?"
That was the impression that she was getting, from seeing this form. The possibility that his mind was just clouded with thoughts which desired to act in desires that most definitely would contrast against what he was saying.
Was he even capable of reasoning, going by this logic? The question lingered on her mind as she was chased by arcs of red colored energy, and forced to run once more. Movements she made around the arena, had it rather clear that they would follow her until she was either struck, or overpowered through it using her own technique against it.
The calling of his attack, and giving it a name, was a pet peeve of hers, but nothing she was able to address at the moment. Her running, still had the same consistent speed as before, though with this technique charging after her, it was like a light show of sorts for the audience. If he was controlling its movements, he likely had to be tired.
From what reasoning was leading her, the best course of action was to likely take the hit, and prepare herself to fire her own blast. This would bank on him being too exhausted to defend, and incapable of really reasoning.
So stopping at a distance which wouldn't knock her too badly, she braced her arms for the attack. Stinging heat from both the force built up from the attack, and the strength that was put behind it, latched out at her arms.
To take a hit from something like this, especially knowing the man was still somehow a bit above her own strength, required effort on her own part, in order to avoid being knocked outside of the ring. But the appalling thing was, this likely wasn't even the man's full strength. It couldn't have been. Why bother sending an attack that could chase her, than just a full out blast? Lack of energy was a possibility, but it meant things would follow her way.
Again. Something that would bring overconfidence, or have her blind to a situation. Eventually, the energy sent by the man died out, and the feeling of her sore arms was very apparent. They felt heavy. Numb. Made getting up difficult, with the sight of her arms themselves showing up in dark bruises all across the forearms. Small trickles of her own blood, was kept from being released from her own body, which was trying to close it off in specific parts.
Through the pain, which wasn't weighed down as it would be, if they were under extra gravity, she had ran again. Her breathing was steady for the most part, and while she wasn't as fast as she had been before, she was banking on his exhaustion. If not, then with the way she was moving around, she could at least make an attempt for a steady shot.
Or at least she was hoping.
WC: 1,296 TWC: 3,411
Thread PL: 709,373 Refined Control x12 Active Stamina: 3/3
Take Hit 1) [ST-2] Flight Or Fight Dodges up to 175% of PL.
He wasn’t gambling. He was putting all his heart into winning and, if he didn’t win, it was fine too, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying. Galen was a determined man and he was always doing his best. At the same time he was quite humble and knew he had to accept failure when it came; there’s plenty to be learned from failing, way more than what we learn from winning, and he was ready for both. The fanged girl thought it was interesting he was the Tower Keeper, and he just nodded, not sure if he should make some comment about that.
Galen was also not that inclined to chat; his High Tension form made him angry, as it was fueled by the tension of combat and anger and that was why he didn’t quite like to use it. But right now it was the only way he could match the girl’s power and, once again, he had to rely on this power, hoping, deep inside his heart, he wouldn’t injure her a lot in this battle. ”This form… Makes me MAD!” he admitted as a form of warning to her. He hoped that knowing he wasn’t in his right mind would make her more inclined to give up once she realized just how fearsome he could be when in a serious combat.
When he fired his Void Tempest, Rukia tried to dodge it for a while before realizing it would be impossible: the technique was based on her ki signature and would follow her anywhere thanks to Galen’s ki sense ability together with his swift slash. The girl soon realized she would have to take the hit and braced herself, protecting from some of the damage, but, still, it must have hurt. Her arms were clearly bruised by the blast and she even bleed a little. The frustration to injure the girl only made him grow angrier. ”Dammit!” Galen roared, intensifying his fuchsia ki aura and dashing forward, with his sword ready.
As he approached melee range, he would dash to her left flank, twist his waist to the side and slash her horizontally, aiming to hit her side with a powerful cut; Galen didn’t want to give her a second to think and plan, he didn’t want her strategizing, because, from what he had seen, she seemed smart enough to come up with a plan against him, and, right now, he was intoxicated by the frenzy of battle.
Those short sentences of his, in this form, was incapable of reasoning. He was nothing more than a rampaging beast, which going by the tone in his voice, just wanted to go and destroy things. A contrast to what he revealed of himself.
Whatever willpower he was using to even tell her the obvious, likely wouldn't last long. She couldn't really see how a person clouded by rage, could really do anything more than adhering to what their emotions wanted of them.
But that was supposed to be an advantage in itself. If he couldn't reason, and what he felt would most likely involve just slashing with that sword of his, then he would surely exhaust himself long before she did with running.
Or so she hoped. Deciding to take that blast of his, was a decision that was inevitable, unless she had really wanted to use him as a shield of sorts. Even then, adults had the kind of body strength that even in this form, could complicate things. That was the thing about resistance, which was entertaining, but didn't have things going her way.
"You're not really selling the idea you're fit for the greater good."
Protector was a cleaner definition compared to hero, though could still very well be attributed to the same sides of a coin. Her own morals might not be considered good, though it didn't need to be to recognize what was expected.
To be a protector in the kind of context that he had been referring to, she would hardly say fit the bill for everyone. Those younger than even she was, might have seen violence more often, but being aware didn't equate to not fearing it. With his fuchsia skin, and that rampaging look in his eyes, would it not be easy to fear that expression?
What injuries she had received from his blast, didn't elicit fear from her. This was an event that involved fighting, and injuries were to be expected. What it did do however, as she noticed the scent of her own blood mixing in the air, bringing back with it that sweet smell. A momentary comfort to the tenderness currently in her arms.
The man's cursing brought her attention fully back onto him, where another charge was taken towards her. It was amusing how he was doing most of the legwork, when it came to attacking, and all she had done was show off a bit of running. The speed he was going at made it hopeless to try and run forward, or really come up with a good counter.
But she didn't need to think of anything fancy. She had held back before, for the sake of making this whole match last for more than a few minutes. What reason would she really have to continue holding back an attempt to hurt?
Unlike before, the spheres of ki that she had generated, were actually thrown one after the other in rapid succession. With close range going up against something that could be a mix of both, what else would he be expecting from her?
No matter where the numerous of orbs had been launched towards, be it his sword or his body, what mattered was that with enough of an amount, it would be the equivalent of the shove she would normally give someone in this situation.
Being thrown from both sides, and jumping back a couple times to give it that right force, should make it more spread out rather than just solely two areas. The throwing dug into the sensitive and fresh injuries, but it was what caused her to want to add more pressure into what she was throwing, in the hopes that it would do well to help hurt him.
That was the thing about feeling pain that was intentionally caused by someone else. This was an opportunity to give back what she was feeling. There was no other plan of action in the making at the moment, other than that.
She was nowhere near optimistic enough to really go on and believe that something like this, could really go onto change the position that he had placed her in. A position where she couldn't run forward without meeting that blade of his. If there was any hope beyond just wanting to hit him, it would be to just break that sword of his doing this.
But that aura coming from that transformation of his, unlike that pressure that she exuded, which was more awareness that one should be alert, it was practically easy to coat that thing and offer protection from his own power.
She could offer no words of commentary with her approach and focus on defending herself. There was just that realization of pain, and of what could possibly go wrong with facing off against someone with such anger.
This was what family and friends had encouraged her to take part in.
WC: 828 TWC: 4,239
Thread PL: 709,373 Refined Control x12 Active Stamina: 1/3
1) [OT-2] Twin Landing @354,687 vs. 143,018 = 211,669 leftover
Having studied her Saiyan ally, Rukia uses her speed and moves from side to side, forming orbs of ki she throws against a single opponent, one after the other. 50% of PL in damage.
It goes without saying that Galen’s tension was something he didn’t enjoy and that also embarrassed him. He wasn’t sure why he had such form being such a gentle soul, but maybe it was developed by the constant frustration of failing to protect people over and over again, a failure that has caused plenty of death in his past and even on his present. It was like his own mind tried to come up with a way to push him beyond his natural limits. Still, even on his High Tension form, Galen was still himself. An angrier, more fierce version of himself, but still him and it displeased him to hurt people, and when Rukia said those words, that he was not fit to the greater good, he growled in a mix of frustration and shame. ”I wish there was another way to do this… But… With her power… I need to rely on my tension!” he thought to himself, exhaling sharply.
Rukia reacted quickly this time though, before Galen could really reach melee range with her and fired that energy attack once again, only this time it was faster and truly aiming at him. The human gritted his teeth and leaped backwards almost instinctively, using his blade to try and slash the energy orbs. While he did manage to cut most of one of the blasts, the leftovers hit him, and then the following energy sphere hit right on the mark, exploding on his body and sending him flying away, dangerously close to the edge of the arena. Galen, upon noticing that, concentrated on his ki energy and stopped himself midair, using his flight skill. His body was just above the edge of the area and, if he was incapable of flight, he would have suffered a ring out right now. ”That was dangerous! I need to be mindful of that! She can use that kind of energy… What else does she have in stock?! If I keep pushing, she may tire… Maybe she will before me!” and that was a valid strategy: push your opponent into a corner, make them tire and hope they would do so before you.
Galen knew well that using ki techniques was quite pushing, and that was why he hoped he could just focus on his bladework and footwork, since, due to his trained skill, made him capable of putting more power onto it without tiring quite as much. Still, if it continued to prove itself not enough to finish this match, he would have to tire himself with his more powerful and useful attacks. Sighing a bit, he glared at her with his crimson red eyes filled with anger as his round-shaped ki aura pulsated and, once again, Galen dashed forward, flying this time, like a rocked, with his blade ready.
”YYYAAAAAA!!” he roared as he closed in, aiming to throw a diagonal cut starting at her right flank and going all the way up to her left shoulder, a cut on the Kesa line, also known as Monk’s Robe Cut, because it followed on the single shoulder robe monks usually used, hoping it would either work this time, or push her even further into tiredness.
Stamina 2/3 > 3/3 - Took the hit from Rukia's attack! - Attacked with [IN] Melee = PL 143,018 (Diagonal cut on the Kesa line)
While it wouldn't do any physical damage, playing with someone's emotions, was perhaps a method which most of those here who inhabited earth, would say was uncalled for. That those who did it, were the sort who were far from agreeable. Perhaps even untrustworthy, knowing they were intentionally using manipulation for some kind of gain.
But she didn't care about whether or not it was morally right to say something. As a Vampire she was above humans, and it was only reason, along with willpower, that kept her from making a mark on those within a city. Granting them the gift that came with being a Vampire, but stripping away their humanity from them, with just the right persuasion.
Such a decision was foolish, as many wouldn't even survive monthly cullings, but it was ruthless, and demonstrated what she was able to do. That someone like her should be feared, knowing a high schooler had this kind of power.
What she said to the man wasn't just some taunt or way to continue fueling his anger. Wasn't apart of some plot to have him continue being blinded by his rage, in the hopes she could get a lucky shot in that could end it all.
She meant every word that she had said, as that was the impression that she got from the man. It wasn't anything that couldn't be proven wrong, but it was quite easy to see the negative side of someone, when you were up against them.
Though even if she had been a spectator, rather than a contestant, there honestly wouldn't have been much distinction. When you came across as many groups of species as she had, it wasn't difficult to pick out similarities in both fighting styles and behaviors. Hybrids of any kind tended to have more of a human nature, which was disappointing.
While humans, who managed to reach incredible feats, use their skills to protect, even though that sort she would always see as belonging to an army. Rarely did she meet someone who had reason that wasn't just a thin veil.
She might not have been that much better, but of course, no one would really admit that their own intentions wasn't just or different from everyone else. That was just what had came with motivation, which could be taken away like most things in life. Her latest counter to the man, had been one where she watched him slice away away at her orbs.
None had really done as she hoped, and shattered that sword of his. A sign that this form of his still had enough strength to it in protecting what would normally be a simple object to break. Unfortunate, though not surprising.
Though the thing that mattered and given her such satisfaction, was that the number of her orbs, had overpowered his strikes and got him. A blow for a blow was how she had saw it. And she put a much strength as she could behind those without tiring herself out to the point of passing out. That would have been such an embarrassment to face.
Something that would elicit pity. The match wasn't over yet, but she was going to end things on her own terms, rather than something that was out of her control such as passing out. She wasn't just all bravado like some she knew.
Her counter against the man had gone so well, he had nearly been pushed out of the ring, had it not been for the common ability to fly using ki. An action that had her frowning, as her arms fell back down to her sides.
Though she could take plenty more hits, durability was quite different and separate from exhaustion. The pace her breathing was at, had increased and decreased throughout the match, as she found moments that could have ended with her loss. But time to recover wasn't one which was lacking for the most part, against someone like this.
Out of all the tricks she could see a swordsman pulling, the most common one was to slash at her in an attempt to force her out of the ring. Even with her own strength in this form backing her, that weapon was still an issue.
But desiring to break it now at this point of the match, would be a loss cause at this point. It was more efficient to just continue trying to hurt him as much as she could. There was no growth without some kind of measure of pain.
The next attempt by the man to attack her, had came with a rather loud battle cry, and him rushing forward. Seeing a lack of any glow following it, she could only assume that he was aiming to just slash at her again.
A decision that took her back to the first time she had dodged a similar attempt earlier. The thing about her speed throughout the match, for anyone who was smart enough to notice, was that it had slowed down at certain points.
Enough to where she was leaving behind afterimages, rather than just simply appearing from one place to another. And as she gritted her teeth from the pain of moving again to dodge this next attempt, she was also reminded of just why she hated weapons like swords so much. One which came in the form of her cheeks visibly reddening through the frown.
Clothes were very susceptible to being ripped, if the man's current appearance was any indication at all. Which meant that she was likely to have certain parts of her skin being exposed to the air, that she didn't want seen.
It was a human weakness, not having the kind of bravado of her youngest and Saiyan ally, who didn't care for such things. But she wasn't that ignorant of the world. She had dignity to keep that went above knowledge.
That wasn't going to be anything that changed.
WC: 995 TWC: 4,406
Thread PL: 709,373 Refined Control x12 Active Stamina: 2/3
1) [ST-1] Flight Or Fight Dodges up to 100% of PL.
The tournament was a very social event. There was way too many people watching it there and even more people watching it over their televisions and the internet at their homes and Galen couldn’t even start to picture just how exposed he was right now. He was a pink human, with a crimson rage filling in his eyes, fighting a Vampire girl to the delight of people. His goals were noble, he wanted to master his Sword School in order to become a better fighter and thus a better protector of his planet, but, still, it was a show of violence and it saddened him how people were so excited about it. Of course he liked to spar, but he liked it because he felt like he was doing something productive. Watching fights, if the spectator was not a fighter, was something he thought as meaningless and sad. He couldn’t, however, mind such things right now as he was trying to focus solely in ending this fight, but he didn’t seem to be getting close to it though, as Rukia once again managed to dodge his attack, leaving some afterimage behind her.
His crimson red eyes narrowed as he noticed that her speed was lower than before, meaning she was probably getting tired and wouldn’t be able to dodge so swiftly soon enough. Galen, on the other hand, thanks to his long years of training, focused on refining his bladework and footwork, was managing to recover some of his breath and right now he felt he was ready to try something a little bolder and possibly way more effective. ”If it works, I should be able to end this fight right now.” he thought to himself, making a brief and discrete nod as he stared at Rukia moving across the tiled floor of the arena.
Galen barely noticed Rukia blushing, and it meant nothing to him right now. Instead he exhaled and sheathed his sword in the scabbard over his shoulder. Then, he took a deep breath and glared at her. Through his eyes he aimed and focused his ki energy around her, exerting a huge gravitational pressure on her, with the goal of rending her incapable of moving for a while. The pressure was really intense, almost like she had been exposed to a particular gravity machine, going even beyond its full capacity of simulating a gravity that was a hundred times Earth’s own. If he managed to make it work, she would be completely vulnerable for him and he would almost definitely win. ”Gravity Break!” he simply shouted as he used his technique.
This fight wasn’t to decide who the strongest fighter between them was, but to see who was the better player and, although Galen wasn’t very good in games, he liked the possibility of being able to win without the need of seriously injuring his opponent, unlike his previous battle with Cleo, but that was something else entirely. At that battle, they were trying to show each other who was the strongest fighter indeed, going against the whole purpose of the tournament itself.
Stamina 3/3 > 2/3 Using: [ST-1] Gravity Break: Focusing his ki energy around the opponent, the user can make them feel a huge gravitational pressure for a second, rendering them unable to move for a short span of time. [One Turn Stun]
There was no question about it. Both her lungs and limbs took more time to recover than it should have, even though she felt as if she could have taken a lot more hits. But power was separate from energy, and while she was under the impression she could dish out a lot more powerful hits, it was nothing really more than a high of sorts.
Had to be. She had enjoyed accelerating around the arena, just showing off what she was capable of, to really notice how she hadn't taken enough caution to return what she had felt. Or perhaps she showed too much caution.
The hit that she had taken the first time, which kept on following her around, might have been avoidable had she done a grapple to try and use him as a shield. In theory, at least. The rest of what had followed however, continued to play at her demonstrating her speed, and just talking down against her opponent, because she knew she could.
This was a match after all. One which there really wasn't any rules other than no killing. And taunting, though not entirely meant in a condescending way, was far from being the worst she could have done in this match.
But the results of what her actions had led to, brought her to the point where she recognized a loss when she saw one. She was forced to be at her base speed due to exhaustion, no longer leaving behind any afterimages, as she had when dodging that chasing technique of his. Speed was the center of what she did. Was what made up for lacking strength.
Without it, there wasn't much else that she could do from here, but continue to take hit after hit, somewhat relishing in the fact that she was still human in a way. Forfeiting the match was her best option, and she would see later on, if this man really could place at least third, for whoever or whatever he 'needed' this money for.
That had been her decision, which in a way, was made official, as the man had attacked her once more. Pain spread throughout her body in a constant, and what felt like unending pressure. It reminded her a lot of the gravity machine she had back at her mansion, though was on a level of which neither she or her allies had reached.
She was having difficulties standing up, which was likely quite the gruesome sight for those watching in the stands, and knew of her. For her however, it was an embarrassment, to be taken down like this by someone hiding behind a sword. Before her legs had gave out from exhaustion, her eyes had turned back to its shade of brown first, and elongated fangs retracted back into her mouth. It felt like she was moments away from passing out.
The hold of this extra pressure on her, was slipping away, and she didn't doubt that it had been imposed shorter than what it actually felt like. What words she had to say, she couldn't even get out, as much as she wanted to go on her own terms. But the thoughts still passed through her head, and were ones she would carry out as soon as she could.
First had been a close watch on whether or not the man would manage to take third place. With all of the declarations he had made with assuring her he needed this, it would certainly have been rather rich for him to end up with nothing.
Where then would his options lie? Would this person, and she was sure it must have been one, just die because he couldn't afford it? The idea that this person in this scenario would be left knowing help wouldn't come, was one which she truly would have savored, knowing that she had been right. That he was wasting his time coming here for money.
His inability to aid someone in need, was nothing at all that she could truly care for. Her interests lied in development and growth in both strength as well as knowledge, which might as well have been lost for those concerned for others like this man. But if he didn't act with such declarations of what was 'good' then who would?
Challenges needed to exist if there was to be any form of growth. Her other wishes, which were less of a priority but now would be on her mind, were to handle a hundred times gravity, and to visit where earth's guardian was.
This man was apparently the Towerkeeper. To willingly hold such a position that was without pay, was one which she found sickening. These people might not have clearly abided by the laws of society, mostly because no one had the power to oppose such, but to disregard something like taxes, yet to desire something like the prize of this event?
Clearly, there was a contrast here that needed to be fixed. Maybe then she and any future like-minded individuals, could avoid the sob stories that came with these 'heroes' helping people they had no business with in the first place.
The Gravity Break worked perfectly and that was exactly what he wanted. Galen narrowed his eyes and made a brief nod to himself, getting ready to proceed with his attack. ”Perfect! Now all that is left is to knock her out and end it!” he thought to himself as he bent his knees, ready to push himself as hard as he could in order to body slam the girl out of the bounds of the tiled floor of the arena, but before he could do that something rather odd occurred: Rukia reverted back to her base form and was completely overwhelmed by the pressure of Galen’s ki, causing her to pass out right there. Galen arched his brows and widened his crimson red eyes in shocking surprise. ”W-what?!” he exclaimed, still unable to process what just happened.
It wasn’t until the referee announced that Rukia had been defeated that he realized he had won the fight, though in a way he wasn’t really expecting it. Maybe his power was way beyond what he had expected, or maybe the girl had just exhausted herself way too soon by abusing that uncanny speed of hers, in any case, the result was now set in stone and he could rest. The human swordsman sighed deeply as he reverted back to his base form, letting go of all that tension and anger that was consuming his heart and once that was done, he opened his now dark eyes and stared at her. Galen approached her with pity and kindness in his eyes. ”I’m sorry, Miss Rukia, if I overdid it. I was trying to end this fight without having to seriously injure you, and although I accomplished that… I didn’t want to overwhelm you. I was hoping I could just push you off the grounds…” he admitted with sincerity on his tone as kneeled beside her to take her onto his arms, being extra careful not to hurt her while doing so.
Once that was done, he approached the paramedics that were already on the arena with the stretcher and carefully placed her there. He smiled, trying to hide his concern. ”Thank you. Please take care of her.” he said. If she had sustained severe injuries, he would offer her a senzu, but she probably only needed to rest and he had other fights ahead of him, and maybe they wouldn’t end so smoothly as this one did; he would better save them for later, he didn’t have that many of them anyway. With that being settled, Galen left the arena walking, just timidly waving to the crowed who shouted his name; he was still bothered by so much people and attention and, in all honesty, he would rather this tournament would end sooner than later.
Galen Your PL gains work up to be 2,453, bringing you to a total of 124,583. Your Zeni gains work up to be 677, bringing you to a total of 20,792.
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