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The pure energy of Chris sizzled as it burned away at Carva's dark aura. He was perplexed he wasn't sure what this was, but Carva sure as hell didn't like it. After all, this very attack could send him careening face first into the afterlife. It wouldn't have been such a bad thing had this attack not been held at his back like some sort of robber's gun at a bank. He felt sheer and utter anger at the situation but given the circumstances he felt himself power down a bit. His hair fell to it's original black state, eyes turning brown. Honestly he wasn't quite sure what to do at this point. After all, what could he do?
Held hostage, like a weak Earthling. He'd never held any of them hostage personally, but rather he had killed them right off the bat. Most of them were not weak either. They weren't his enemies and they hadn't done anything wrong. No. They'd simply stood in his way on the road to getting what he wanted. That was their only mistake. Carva gritted his teeth as he was held there at Spirit Bomb's length, in a terrible situation. A terrible position to be in. <Damn it...so close to achieving MY destiny, which -I- have worked so hard for! Then this clown comes along...and I realize that I am no good to the Kingdom dead.>
It wasn't any big surprise that the Golden Boy would try such an underhanded tactic in Carva's twisted sense of logic. But he still kept his trump card, his one gift from the King himself. The heat from the fruit burned under his chest plate against his bare chest. <Still got the fruit, but if I eat it...this fool fires his attack! Damn it Carva! Think!>
Then, as if by a blessing of Kami himself he saw the blur of the "zoanthrope" flying through the air right in his direction. If he didn't know any better, he'd say that Cervez was coming to help him. But Carva wasn't stupid. The seasoned Elite had come to believe that anyone without Saiyan blood did not deserve his respect...and this "canine" was no different. This canine seemed to be in league with the Earthlings, Carva couldn't say for sure. But he knew the creature was there to destroy the tree...he certainly stayed awful close to it when they were fighting. Safe to say, he was the enemy.
Carva closed his eyes suddenly. He could swear that soon, he'd feel the fires of Hell licking at the bare skin of his arms. He awaited death fearlessly, ready to open those dark saucers to a whole new world of suffering and pain. But as the Anubian teleported him, he instead felt a biting cold on his arms. He could hear the roar of the wind as it whipped between rocks, and he felt his feet crunch snow. He opened his eyes. "What in the hell? Where in the blue hell are we?"
"Tch..." wherever it was, Carva knew it wasn't good. He knew that he was alone with this creature, and his ki sense had shown him that Cervez was far stronger than him. He jetted away a bit, spinning around and planting his feet in the snow and staring the unfamiliar warrior down. "...and you are?" His first question was quite the logical one, but his eyes narrowed...he couldn't place this ki signature...it felt ominous. Destructive. A low growl came from Carva, his baritone hissing through his teeth. "What the hell are you? You're no Earthling! Nah...that power...I can't place it..so I ask again...what are you?"
He couldn't tell what he was sensing. But what he could tell was that this enemy had him beaten...and if Chris was any indication, then this guy was just as intent on killing him. Carva's stomach rumbled, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he stood off with Cervez. <Damn...he's got me on power. Even if I transcend into Super Saiya-jin form, it still won't be enough...unless...well, it's worth a try...and it's better than dying without being able to put up a fight.>
He smirked a bit, reaching into the chest plate and producing a glowing orb...pulsating. The orb's energy could be felt as several thousand souls, their strength meshed together. Carva polished the fruit on his armor for a moment, his smile fading. "I assume you took me here to fight me one on one, to kill me. It's no big secret, I am a danger to the Earthlings...and I don't know what the Hell you are...but you sure as Hell are chummy-chummy with that goodie goodie Chris."
"So if you want to kill me?" He glowered at Cervez, his canines sparkling in the light of the midday sun. "Rest assured, I will NOT make it easy for you!" CRUNCH! The hungry Elite would take a massive chunk out of the fruit, wolfing it down. It was a bitter taste at first...but soon...the sweet juice lingered on a tongue...and began to burn just a bit. Cervez would notice something...his blood vessels would pulsate with light under his skin, and his power...would rise.
PL After Fruit: 252,749
But then...something odd would happen...stranger than his body's reaction to the Fruit of the Tree of Might. "This...this power...can you feel it too? Something is...happening!"
There was a rage burning within the heart of the Saiya-jin. Rage due to the fact that he felt it...eyes watching him. Chris embarrassing him in front of his king. Suddenly...his power would begin to skyrocket horrifically. "You know what!? Screw this! You don't want to take me seriously, but I'm going to show you just how serious I am!"
"Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" His aura would blaze white for a moment, then gold as the man's deadly energy would climb drastically. Within seconds, his eyes would dissappear his skin taking on a red tint as his black hair became stark spikes. His first transformation, known as the False Super Saiya-jin...he was the only one in the Kingdom capable of reaching this feat within his first year as a soldier. "...the thing you fools fail to realize..."
His muscles began to tighten and the aura would become a malefic purple miasma, wafting off of him like smoke. His hair became that same shade of purple and his eyes were aglow like blood red coals for a moment before dulling to their regular color. Red sparks flew off of the warrior, melting the snow below him as they hit...steam rising from the holes in the snow. "...Nasu didn't choose me because simply because of Saiya-jin blood...he didn't choose me because we are the same, because honestly...we are quite different..." his voice sounded like a dual tone, his regular voice with a demonic precense behind it.
But this rise in power...it wasn't over. Collectively, basic scouters on drdrones monitoring the area would begin to malfunction...sending back scrambled, jarbled numbers to the Earth security forces. "...I wasn't born with royal blood! I wasn't born into power, I scratched and clawed my way to become an elite! I'm not going to let you stop me!" His aura became a golden, blazing inferno as the clouds became black and thunder rumbled, hair turning gold...eyes shining bright like diamonds...
"So don't think this will be an easy battle, dog...it will be a cold day in hell before you beat me!" he felt his power at it's peak for a moment...but of course, he knew he had to push further beyond. The wind blew with ripping speed as Carva's power began to push further. His skin would tighten against his muscles as they grew...further and further, a rage filled roar coming from the Saiya-jin as his body grew. "...you think you have me...but..." his pupils would dissappear, hair taking on a greenish hue as his aura would follow suit. His body emitted huge bolts of lightning, trees falls and rocks shattering as he finally achieved his dream..."...no one...no one will EVER have me beaten! Oh hell no, not like that!"
Carva wouldn't give Cervez much of a chance to react, the newly empowered warrior exploding forward with a series of powerful blows! This barrage of punches and kicks would be a mere taste of his newfound power, and if it struck...it would leave a horrible taste in Cervez's mouth!
Wc: 1399 Legendary Super Saiya-jin Form Acheived: 7,329,721 Sp: 4/4
Melee barrage launched at the Anubian by the Berzerker Carva! 366,486 DMG attempted!
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 280,726 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 8,702,506/6,175,972
GAIN BONUSES: RoD - Anubian Racial, Social |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P) + Creatures of Destruction (+x2) + Destructive Potential (+x1) + Soul of Destruction (+x3/-x3) = x31/x22
So cold it burned right into the marrow.
The bitting cold snapped at his body, the howling gales delivering small cuts against his skin as they whipped at a hazardous speed for those that were outside into the cold, nevermind the fact that half of this planet was already dead, so no life should be thriving upon this place. He wasn't bothered by the cold, well that would be a lie it annoyed him a little but regardless even with the ludicrous attire he was wearing that certainly wasn't fit to use in the cold the Anubian didn't portray any emotion on his face that it bothered him; it remained with that deadpan expression, posture ramrod straight and with his hands behind his back as he met the challenging stare of the Saiya-jin before him.
"I know that Saiyans aren't really that book smart, to begin with, but you could do yourself wonders by using that brain of yours to realize where you are." Cervez's cutting tone was easily heard even with the howling winds bitting at their skin and ears, the Anubian retrieving a hand from behind his back and making a show of presenting the Cold North as a whole. "Then again, your planet probably doesn't have a place such as this, eh? Regardless, we're in the Cold North, a place as the name implies it's bitingly cold."
Not done yet with the theatrics, a smirk formed across his muzzle as he made a mock bow towards the Saiyan brute. "The name's Cervez, an Entity of Destruction most commonly refers to as an Anubian," Many would ask why he was humoring the boy and answering his questions, the answer to that was very simple actually.
He wouldn't live long enough to care about it.
A tense stand-off ensued as both combatants stared down at each other; each with their own thoughts and reasons for being here. Cervez didn't really care that much for Chris, believing the boy to still be a nit naive when it concerned things that he was not aware of, like the whole Balance of Creation and Destruction or when it was necessary to take a life. 'But considering the feeling of malice that I detected in his tone back there as he ordered me to kill another being, it seems little Christopher is growing up...'
In any case, the Anubian considered Chris as a beneficial ally to keep around for the time being. He knew their paths will potentially cross later in the future as enemies but for now, Cervez didn't really deem fit to worry about that just yet.
Ears twitching slightly, the tip of them almost burning with how cold they were, the Anubian's attention was focused back to the forefront as the Saiyan retrieved one of those parasitic fruits from his chest plate. Cervez felt the stored energy inside that fruit, the lifeforce of countless beings powering that thing that in the hands of mortals it would surely make their mouth salivate, but for Cervez it only made him narrow his eyes in annoyance. 'That damnable fruit again... if the others haven't destroyed the tree completely by the time I'm done with this Saiyan, I'll make sure to destroy the whole place it was planted myself!'
It was an abomination that needs to be erased from existence so no one could are to use it again. It put the state of the balance in jeopardy and will surely attract the attention of the higher-ups if more and more planets started to die out but not disappear like they were supposed to.
At the back of his mind, Cervez though about lifting a finger and destroying that fruit before Carva could eat it and gain power from it. But he hesitated, his hand twitching slightly as another thought pushed itself into the front of his mind. How strong could the Saiyan become if he ate the fruit? He wanted a challenge, and at the moment as it was, Carva was a pitiful worm in the presence of the mighty giant.
So he stilled his hand and watched with curious eyes as Carva wolfed down the fruit of the Tree of Might, and more or less immediately the effects began to show.
At first, it seemed like Carva entered some sort of False Super Saiyan state, as his hair didn't have the luminous glow like Cornatto had back on Planet Natto, but then a malicious aura enveloped the Saiyan, feeling almost demonic in nature as a drastic change happened to his aura and the color of his hair and eyes. Before there was no reaction, but slowly he arched an eyebrowless ridge as that power continued to climb upward by the seconds.
Even more bizarre, that form changed to what a normal Super Saiyan was supposed to look like in a few seconds, and yet the Saiya-jin didn't seem like he was about to stop transforming anytime soon.
Eyes narrowed almost into slits as the winds became a hurricane of noise, dark clouds gathering high above as thunder boomed and lightning crashed around them, melting the snow and breaking apart the chilled rocks into nothing but gravel and dust. The power kept rising, multiplying and ascending to a crescendo dangerously close to his own, enough to give the Anubian a small sense of disquiet, but it was quickly overshadowed with the revelation that perhaps this battle wouldn't be so boring after all.
"Hahh... it seems this won't be as boring as I thought it would be..." The Anubian spoke casually as Carva stopped powering up now that he was at his full strength. The Saiyan now loomed over the Anubian, looking like a mountain of muscle with green sparks of bioelectricity coursing through his body and aura, his eyes nothing but a blank space filled with rage and mindless bloodlust.
A feral smirk tore his lips wide as the hulking brute dashed towards him at speed, a barrage of blows soon following that battered his body and send him reeling from the force of it. Still, that smirk never left his face, even if it seemed to have loosened a little when he realized how... weak the blows seemed to be in comparison with another Saiyan he knew. Then again, it wasn't like he could ask for much; obviously, the frenzied Saiyan had power but not the grace or the mind to use it to its utmost potential.
But Carva made a slight mistake by getting too close to him, which he soon will learn as one of his hands began to glow an acidic yellow with stored ki energy. Ignoring how a small trickle of blood trailed down his chin, he thrust that hand forward and aim to slap Carva's chest with it, should it be successful the energy would cover Carva's body and hum with stored power, before exploding with a mighty boom as the matrix holding it together imploded in on itself.
Regardless if it worked or not, Cervez would attempt to create some distance between the two of them, his eyes never leaving the frenzied Saiyan. "You know, all that power and you can't even use it to its full potential. What good does it do for you when you can't even think rationally?" He knew that he was probably talking to a wall and not a rational being at the moment, but as the saying goes: If your opponent is already mad, make them madder and waste energy trying to retaliate.
Case in point. "You said it would be a cold day in hell, eh?" He grinned slowly, it was filled with ill intentions and spite. "I guess after I'm done with you, I should visit hell and take a vacation there, I heard it's great this time of the year."
TAGS: Carva OOC NOTES: +[OT-1] Palm Energy Infusion Explosion -- Cervez places his palm on the opponent, infusing yellow Ki into them through his palm by having it cover their body as an aura, then he releases and the Ki explodes, injuring his foe. Consumes 1 Stamina and uses 25% of his PL.
The Dialogue before the Transformation of Carva was typical of the warrior...yet he sounded more intelligent. More pure.
The cutting tone was sharp, almost as sharp as the subzero winds cutting at Carva's exposed skin. The hybrid showed no reaction to the cold, even as the ice pelted his biceps like tiny blades. He snapped back at Cervez. "That's the best you can come up with, dog? Calling me, in not so many words, "stupid"? Insulting the greatest warrior race in the Universe will get you many places..." his brown eyes narrowed into dark slits as he spoke through his teeth. "...cremated...buried...never in a hospital, because when you screw around with my people? We don't take prisoners often. We take lives."
Awkward silence broken only by the harrowing wind. Carva wasn't stupid at all...he knew full well this creature was unlike anything he'd ever faced before. Cervez....he would be the Elite's greatest challenge. Yet, his gaze remained unshaken. His gaze remained void of fear, void of nerves. Inside...he was a bundle of nerves. He could die for the very first time here, but he wasn't afraid of that. No. What he was afraid of was losing face before the King. He would, however, not allow Cervez to embarrass him. He couldn't afford to.
"I wish...I could say that it was a pleasure to meet you. I wish I could say that, Cervez...I am quite impressed with your power. I am excited!" He'd let the Anubian know, his eyes widened with sheer excitement...deep in those brown eyes...you could see it though. A desire to succeed that burned every other desire to the ground like a forest of dry, dead trees. Carva needed no coat to keep him warm...his warrior's fire was plenty enough.
It burned like a furnace, deep within his soul. His Saiya-jin blood ran hot like the River Styx. He was a hybrid of Saiya-jin and Earthling blood...but his Saiya-jin blood overpowered that human compassion. He ate the fruit because he'd know of it's legendary power. Lo and behold, it would become obvious that Carva himself had that sane legendary blood held in his Queen. The difference between the two? He was born that way. In his mind, his heart of hearts...he HAD to win. There was no other choice...but to die. A warrior's death would be fine...but a victory would be a feather in the cap of Carva that would never be broken.
The Legendary Super Saiya-jin would attack at full force, with no mercy whatsoever. With every single blow that struck his Anubian opponent, his pride would be bolstered by the flames of his warrior's heart...that pride his people were known for. He fought for King. He fought for Country. He fought for his life against what many would see as an impossible opponent, but in Carva's mind...no opponent was unbeatable. Tarro had taught him that.
<Damn Tarro...sometimes I hate you for your ways, but you're right...Noone is indestructible. It it bleeds, it can be killed!> but even as Cervez reeled backwards, Carva's mind had the thought of his own mortality...he could bleed. He could burn. He damned well knew this, but he didn't give a damn. He was a warrior! He was the King 's Knight!
He would see the hand of the Anubian moving upwards as he pounded Cervez like a speed bag. Grace of mind or not, he would instinctually throw his own large arm up catch the Anubian's hand. The glow of Cervez's attack would pulsate through the body of Carva for a moment and he'd groan as he felt the crushing force of the attack baring down on his like the weight of the world!
Carva would follow up though...he simply wouldn't let up, even if it meant fighting through the pain. That groan of pain turned into a roar of merciless revenge as he kept the pressure on. He was hurt...but he was going to make sure he hurt the Anubian worse! Carva sprung forward and thrusted one of his long, tree trunk like legs towards the abdomen of the Anubian. If the first strike hit, he'd transition into a bone crushing elbow smash to the back of Cervez!
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 280,726 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 8,702,506/6,175,972
GAIN BONUSES: RoD - Anubian Racial, Social |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P) + Creatures of Destruction (+x2) + Destructive Potential (+x1) + Soul of Destruction (+x3/-x3) = x31/x22
The wind kept blowing, unperturbed by the two warriors having their spat in the cold dead north of Earth.
Cervez simply smiled, the action almost cat-like in appearance that contrasted greatly against his canine visage. "Oh, I wouldn't necessarily say your race is stupid, perhaps just..." He rolled his hand around in a circle, making a show of finding the perfect word to call the Saiyan race. "Mentally challenged in some aspects, but definitely not stupid," After all, they had the technology and knew how to use it, nevermind that it was thanks to the tyrannical galactic overlord Frieza and the Tuffles that they had managed to get to where they are now but that's neither here nor there at the moment. "Though, given what I have to deal with here, I'd say calling you challenged would be too lenient on my part."
Nevertheless, the Anubian was flattered, if so ever slightly by the Saiyan's words. But he didn't let it show on his face and instead focused on the here and now. He made the right choice, as the events that happened in the future shook him a bit.
It came to a great shock for the Anubian when Carva came back, roaring with a vengeance as if he didn't even register the explosion that struck him point blank, almost like he didn't even feel any pain at all. The air was driven out from his lungs as the leg collided with his stomach with a slam, so strong that a bulge could be seen at his back, momentarily disabled with his previous surprise and the pain, he couldn't stop the blow that struck him right in the back, driving him to the floor with the speed of a bullet.
With a thunderous crash, he broke through a small rocky mountain of solidified ice, rock and snow, a mushroom cloud of white particles fountaining up into the skies and spreading everywhere, obscuring the ground floor in a thick mist of snow.
Grunting softly, the Anubian slowly got up as he ignored the throbbing pain in his abdomen and the middle of his back, instead he focused internally and channeled a ball of energy in his hands. Using the thick mist to his advantage, the Anubian began to fire a salvo of energy spheres up into the skies, using his energy sensing abilities to find Carva's signature to aim more properly and find his target.
'Now let's see if my hunch is correct... if he really doesn't feel any pain, then I'm gonna have to bring out the big guns early to deal with him...' With narrowed eyes and tense muscles, the Anubian waited for Carva's reaction before he'd proceed any further.
TAGS: Carva OOC NOTES: Using a basic barrage of Ki-blast this round for 30% of his PL thanks to his Racial and Mastered School tier bonus.
Mentally challenged? Carva had heard so many insults in his time and these had anhere's him. But this time...his eyes remained...calm. Well, not so much calm but focused, razor sharp. He'd lived with rage for so long that he'd learned to let it go...to control it. Carva felt pain...he simply didn't care.
He could feel the bones in the Anubian's midsection crunch and his abs compress...and he could almost hear the dog's breath leave his lungs. Carva was gaining ground...he could feel it. Now was not time to become overconfident though...another one of his weaknesses. No...he'd stay on Cervez like an Anubian on Yakisoba.
Despite what the Anubian may have thought of Carva as a person, or his intelligence, the man was a very capable warrior. As he sent Cervez crashing into the rocks, Carva's lips would curl into a devilish smirk. Suddenly, the hair on his neck would stand up as he felt the Anubian's power spike and notice the orbs forming. The quick thinking Legendary Super Saiya-jin would use a technique he'd learned from watching the invader Suusao. His muscles would noticeably shrink, his power becoming more compressed. His eyes would narrow and in his mind...things moved in slow motion. The Elite Warrior would zip to the left and right in midair, dodging the attacks with lightning fast speeds, fading in and out...edging closer to his opponent with each dodge. His feet would crunch into the snow as he landed and he'd chuckle. "Ohhhh...tsk, tsk my canine friend...you're gonna have to be faster than that if you want to hit me!" He'd make this comment, knowing full well that he was capable of beating this warrior. So he had to stay on his guard, there was no margin for error.
Carva quickly drifted backwards and put distance between he and the Anubian, beginning to circle. "You're a challenge, that much is for sure. I'll have to thank that ....that..." a look of disdain would appear in his eyes as he spoke of the man in question. "...Chris...whatever the Hell his name is. You know, Cervez...we Saiya-jin love a good challenge!"
He spoke the truth...his Saiya-jin blood was boiling right now, those pupiless eyes wide with excitement. His legs would bend slightly at the knees, his huge green aura blazing as he rushed forward...but...rather than close the distance completely, he'd skid to a halt. Carva's left arm would fly outwards, a huge ball of sparking green ki growing to the size of a basketball. Carva's face would twist into a grin as he would wind up...and pitch the attack at Cervez!
"Go fetch!"
OOC Notes PWC: 434 TWC: 2,528 Rounds Elapsed: 2
Carva is using [PT-1]Speed Bulking - Carva redistributes his power to make himself sleeker, and faster. This raises his defensive PL but lowers Offensive for two turns. No SP Drain.
PL: 6,571,474/7,835,219
Carva is dodging Cervez's ki blasts with incredible speed! 5% Natural Dodge +20% Melee Finesse for Stamina. Dodging for 1,958,805!
Carva is firing off a basic ki blast for 5% of his Offensive PL! DMG: 328,574!
Sp: 4/4
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 280,726 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 7,018,150/7,860,328
GAIN BONUSES: RoD - Anubian Racial, Social |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P) + Creatures of Destruction (+x2) + Destructive Potential (+x1) + Soul of Destruction (-x3/+x3) = x25/x28
Narrowed eyes watched the misted skies with a searching look, trying to find the battered body of Carva as he was hit with his energy spheres, yet he didn't hear the satisfying sound of explosions going off, which meant that the Saiyan Warrior had somehow managed to evade most if not all of his attacks with ease.
The thought sends a ting of irritation through his body, while his face remained impassive his annoyance could easily be seen at how his fur was standing on end and his thin whip-like tail was moving to and fro behind him showing his aggravation. "You managed to evade all of them... impressive." Cervez commended the Saiyan for at least managing that much, his eyes drinking in the sight of the slightly less bulky form of Carva with a raised eyeridge. 'So that's how he did it... he compressed most of his power and raised his speed that way... clever.'
A smirk formed across his muzzle, a low-sounding chuckle showing his amusement. "That form won't help you for very long, since, after all..." Without even putting much effort about it, Cervez's body seemed to shimmer before losing some of its bulk by a slight margin, the Anubian's body now looking like he stepped out of a Men Swimmer Magazine and not out of a Muscle Men one. "Anyone can do it..."
But then...
He was about to show Carva what real speed was like but stopped dead in his tracks when his senses detected his ally's Ki. Ignoring Carva, the Anubian's wide eyes looked towards where the tree of might had previously stood in the distance, his energy sensing abilities detected a fluctuation happening to Cornatto's Ki. It seemed to spike a tremendous amount, almost like a beacon of light before it was quickly snuffed out by a brilliant ball of light that almost seared his retinas, yet he couldn't look away.
'Did... he just... how...' The Anubian's brain was working in overdrive, trying to process what had just happened, not even noticing that Carva took the initiative this time, winding up and throwing an energy sphere at him. Yet he didn't move, not even when the sphere made contact and exploded, showering him in heat and discomfort, almost like the bite of an ant against his skin.
Once dust settled, it showed Cervez still standing there, looking into the distance with a glazed look in his eyes. "He... died..." Cervez shook his head, wondering why the death of Cornatto was affecting him so much, while in any other situation the death of someone wouldn't have even mattered to him. Was it because they had history and lived with nothing but their own company for the better part of a year? It was a possibility. After all, every being in the galaxy—no matter how though a front— were still social creatures.
Everyone needed the bond of companionship, of finding a friend they could trust. Cervez just happened to find one with Cornatto, the second one he could call as a friend besides his trusted vassal Samael, and just as quickly he had it taken away from him.
Needless to say, Cervez didn't take that well...
The ground began to shake violently, the darkened skies above them rumbled with thunder and flared with lightning; the ice caps began to crack and collapse around them, the wind seemed to almost go up in volume, like a banshee's screech bursting their eardrums.
In the eye of the storm stood Cervez, his head down and shadowed, obscuring his expression except for the snarl of rage that was clearly visible. His teeth gritted against each other so hard it was almost a wonder he didn't break them. His fists were clenched so hard his sharp nails punctured the skin of his palms, droplets of blood falling to the snowy ground; staining the pristine floor with his lifeforce. But the eeriest of all was how his energy seemed to fluctuate and get stronger little by little, a malevolent purple aura surrounding his body like the flames of hell was covering his form like a blanket.
Finally, his fist loosened and began to rise, fingers extended and cupping each other, forming what looked like a window of some sorts. His hands began to glow with a deep yellow energy, but soon enough shades of purple began to infect the energy, the area quickly being washed in its glow with Cervez in the middle.
Whatever amusement or entertainment that Cervez had with this battle was long gone, instead there was nothing but seething hatred radiating from his purple colored eyes as he finally looked up and locked stares with the Saiyan. "Omae wa mou..."
TAGS: Carva OOC NOTES: Cervez has begun to charge the Kikoho! He's through playing games with Carva.
[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]
DAMAGE: 150% > 290% next turn. Cervez's Stamina: 5/5
This was a battle for the ages, that much was for certain. The Legendary Super Saiya-jin's blood had boiled every second, his eyes had never left the Anubian who would be his opponent. He had him right where he wanted him, but that was a matter of personal opinion. For you see, deep down, Carva knew full well that this opponent had him outmatched as far as power went. He could feel it, even in his now most powerful form. Which would be the reason why the warrior would take this dead serious, there was no room for error. <Hrmf. You've really gotten yourself into this time, Carva. This would be a non-issue if it weren't for that damned Chris...and that stupid attack. No way could this guy have even touched me had he not done that! So now what do I do?!>
Even as Carva struck Cervez with the huge, green orb of pulsating energy, he found himself cursing. The orb had exploded in a shower of sparks and a plume of black smoke. Carva smirked for a moment, the corner of his lips curled upward into an evil grin. But as the smoke cleared, his mouth would become a straight line and his eyes would narrow. He could see the damage was done, but his frustration came with the Anubian's minimal reaction to the attack. His aggravation came with Cervez's apparent ignorance of Carva's very precense. It seemed his attention was elsewhere! What the Hell?! "Hey, dog...what the hell are you looking at!? I am the one you should be worried about!"
Carva's aura would suddenly blaze, anger burning in his eyes. Was this creature ignoring him?! Carva?! The greatest warrior in the universe?! It was to laugh...and his cockiness began to rear it's ugly head along with that seething anger. Perhaps rushing an Anubian was a terrible idea, but at this point...Carva could care less. This was his moment, his time to shine, and damn it he would! One way or the other...he would show his power to this creature. Even he would fear the mighty Carva, the one TRUE Legendary Super Saiya-jin!
Carva's aura blazed and he started to charge forward at Cervez, but nearly lost his footing as the ground beneath his feet began to quake. The light of his glowing green aura would illuminate the darkness, the black clouds darkening the scenery around the two mighty warriors. Carva's eyes darted back and forth, watching the lightning streak across the sky...then...his white pupils would focus of Cervez, sensing a great deal of anger in the creature. He gritted his teeth, his head shaking... <Damn...his power seems to be multiplying...this is a dangerous situation, nonetheless. Tch...what is he doing with his hands? That's stupid! But...still...I can't let my guard down...and I can't let him kill me right here and now...I have to stop this...>
"Hrmf..." Carva rolled his neck, spine popping. He couldn't let the Anubian see his worry. He had to remain calm somehow. This power he felt, it made him nervous...but he stepped forward with a challenging snarl. "...I don't know what your problem is, creature. Was it something I said? You seem...different...angrier. Tch...either way, I don't care! You will NOT defeat me here today! I will persevere, victory or death!"
With that, Carva would square up with Cervez. His own aura would become more constant...more furious, electricity sparking off of his body. As he would spread his arms out wide, he'd open his hands and two small green orbs would appear in his hands. "I don't use this attack often...honestly, the battle is over before I have a chance most times! But..." he sneered as the orbs grew, his own face becoming shadowed and his eyes flashing red. "....I suppose if you want to bring out your big guns, then so shall I! This is it, Cervez! Witness the true strength of the Legendary Super Saiya-jin!" His own aura expanded outward as he began charging his own attack, debris slowly lifting off the ground, the orbs in his hands blazing...growing, as if he was feeding energy into them!Wc: 706 TWC: 3,234 Rounds Elapsed: 3
Charging [OT-3]Harbinger Omega - Carva spreads his arms wide, charging two large orbs of energy. Pouring his power into the orbs, he eventually brings his arms together and fires off a huge beam of energy toward his opponent!
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 280,726 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 7,018,150/7,860,328
GAIN BONUSES: RoD - Anubian Racial, Social |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P) + Creatures of Destruction (+x2) + Destructive Potential (+x1) + Soul of Destruction (-x3/+x3) = x25/x28
There was a brief stillness as both warriors charged their techniques, each with murder shining brightly in their eyes and the determination to live through this battle. Briefly, the winds stopped screeching and the thunder dimmed in the skies, the tension could be cut with a knife as everything seemed to go into slow motion...
But then...
"SHINDEIRU"!
Cervez screamed in righteous indignation, the energy that was charging inside his cupped palms reaching a powerful crescendo as it began to latch its energy from his very own lifeforce, and with a roar, he let loose a powerful square-like energy beam construct aimed directly at Carva! The power that was channeled in that attack was strong enough to wipe anything that it touched into dust, as evident by how the sheer heat from it melted the snow and even the ground seemed to heat up with it!
The powerful ultimate technique of the Crane School continued in its direction, should Carva not do something quick he'd find himself in a world of pain for the briefest of moments before he died. Not that Cervez would let him do anything to get out of this, should the Kikoho failed he had enough ways to think about how to kill this damn Saiyan. Though even he had to admit that after firing that attack his body was left slightly weakened, it was the price to pay for ultimate power he figured, even more so when said power latches its source of energy from your very soul to power it.
TAGS: Carva OOC NOTES: Cervez has the Kikoho at Carva!
[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]
They weren't so different. One fought with the precision of formal training, his attacks unlike anything Carva had seen before. The other, said Carva, fought with a power and skill that was his birthright...he fought like a true warrior, on instinct...not a hint of fear in his pupiless eyes as he charged his attack. Deep down, even Carva knew that his attack wouldn't be enough...not in it's current state. He had to do something. His muscles had begun to return to normal and at this juncture, speed wasn't an issue anyway. It would serve no purpose in survival. No, he needed...pure...power. He needed to try and match the Anubian, and he'd begin pumping his energy into his muscles.
Now legend had it that the attack Cervez used was taxing on the spirit itself. Carva's attack was made of pure, unadulterated energy. Whether he knew the attack or not, Carva had to go to the extreme to defeat it. He knew this and had Cervez paid close attention...he'd notice the Saiya-jin seemingly growing during the final stages of charging his Harbinger attack, a deadly beam inspired by a legendary warrior.
The power of his attack seemed to multiply and skyrocket higher as his body would glow bright green. This was it...a "hail mary" as the humans called it. He had to put everything he had into this and more if he was to succeed. In the back of his mind...his voice spoke to his deceased parents as he poured his life force into his attack. <Hi Mother...Hi Father...I don't know if you can hear me, but if you are watching me...wherever you are, I hope that your eyes fall upon me with the same pride as when I was a child. I chose my path...to serve our King...our people. Now I stand before an opponent...that. ...I am not even sure that I can defeat...> the very thought was harrowing, even to Carva. He was not an angel...but was he a devil? He was merely a warrior following the orders of his God King, like a Spartan...there was no losing. There was only death, an honorable end. Tears formed in his eyes. <...it's safe to say that I will not go where you guys are...it's safe to say that sadly, I will likely never see you again...but...if you're watching...if you hear me, I beg you...please give me the energy to at least bring glory to our name...our people...our KINGDOM! IF I AM TO DIE, LET ME DO SO IN A BLAZE OF GLORY!>
Silence filled the air...the same as it had been seconds before Cervez had fired his attack, the legendary Kikoho. Then...
BOOM! A shock wave would send snow flying backwards from Carva as he'd bring his hands together, the two orbs forming one large, neon green ball of energy arching with lightning bolts flying off of it. His beam would illuminate the darkness of the frozen north, and the beams colliding would cause people for miles to witness the beam struggle, a small tornado ripping the area to shreds!
With tears in his eyes mixed with pride, Carva would pour everything he had into this massive, planet cracking attack...the ground beneath his feet cracking under the feet of his bulked form...it was all he could do to control it and not destroy the planet itself.
No....his eyes were set on the would be God, teeth gritting so hard that small cracks began to appear. The Legendary Super Saiya-jin would use this pain as motivation. "Cervez....I'll be damned if I let you break me...I'll be damned if I make this easy for you...I'll be damned if you destroy...MY PRIDE!"
Wc: 647 Twc: 3,881
[PT-1]Speed Bulking has deactivated! [PT-1]Bulking Used! 7,835,219/6,574,474 [OT-3]Harbinger Omega fired at Cervez's beam for 18,021,003/15,114,390! 3 Warrior's Spirits used!
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 280,726 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 8,702,506/6,175,972
GAIN BONUSES: RoD - Anubian Racial, Social |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P) + Creatures of Destruction (+x2) + Destructive Potential (+x1) + Soul of Destruction (+x3/-x3) = x31/x22
So the little vermin still had something up his sleeve, eh? At least this battle wouldn't be as boring as he thought if the Saiyan had just keeled over and died without him being able to take some satisfaction from it. It was cute, how Carva thought he had a chance to fight back against the might of the Crane's School Ultimate Technique, but he'll love to see squash that hope, to see the despair set in his blank eyes before Carva would become nothing but dust flying across the north winds.
With that mental image giving him gratification and the determination to keep going through, Cervez withstood the might of Carva's attack, gritting his teeth as he realized how close it was to match his power, but then he noticed the bulkiness that the male's muscles took and growled at the cheap tactic. 'So he used the bulking technique again eh? How cute, he thinks he stands a chance...' Immediately there was a drastic change to his power level, his aura returning and flaring upward and higher than ever as more power was added to the Kikoho.
"This will leave me severely drained... but as long as you're dead, I don't care! KIKOHO!" With a roar, a shockwave of energy traveled down his energy beam, completely obliterating Carva's attempt to match his might and continued its course towards the Saiyan Warrior with the intention of turning him into nothing but space dust!
TAGS: Carva OOC NOTES: Cervez added a new charge to 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]
DAMAGE: Trans pl x 3rd charge of Kikoho so...420% + 10% = 4.3 x Trans PL = 37,420,776/25,939,082
Cervez's Stamina: 1/5
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Sweat would pour down his brow, his muscles cracking his joints. He'd fight with everything he had though, through mounting fatigue...Cervez wouldn't see an ounce of fear in his eyes. His green aura had illuminated the cold, dark frozen north like a roaring inferno. His armor itself, it'd begun to crack...to falter...falling off in pieces as the electricity from the colliding attacks would heat the air, clasps melting. He stood before Cervez now, in his black trousers, sparks cutting through his legs like blades.
"You're....you are...strong..." their attacks pushed against one another, back and forth...like two raging elk, jockeying for position. For a split second, Carva's lips would curl upwards into a smile. A genuine smile...excitement filling his eyes. "I...I have never been so challenged...not by anyone. Not by anything...I'm not sure of how much longer I can hold on, to be honest...but rest assured, Cervez..." a weak chuckle came from the Saiya-jin warrior as the Anubian's attack closed in. Even though he poured what little power he had left into the attack...he could feel his knees shaking..muscles weakening. "....this isn't the last you will see of me, creature...this isn't the last time you will fight me...I will train endlessly...and next time we meet..." he roared defiantly, his ki driving his attack forward like a train. "...I will teach you the true meaning of destruction!"
Though every word was spoke with conviction, every syllable filled with defiance, in the end even Carva's massive power became overwhelmed. The legendary Kikoho finally overcame the warrior from Saiya, and Carva found himself in a world of massive pain...the energy from the Anubian burning away at the taut flesh of the Saiya-jin, who strangely...smiled as he disappeared in the light. Carva...was dead.
But...as the breeze would pick up...ashes would swirl around Cervez...and linger for a moment before they would completely dissappear.
Wc: 330 Twc: 4,211 Rounds Elapsed, Final: 5
(Thread Exit. PL Please. Gonna check in soon.)
"You claim to know the definition of "pain". Allow me to show you it's true meaning!"- Carva
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
CERVEZ'S BASE PL: 280,726 CERVEZ'S CURRENT PL: 8,702,506/6,175,972
GAIN BONUSES: RoD - Anubian Racial, Social |
PL MULTIPLIERS: Inate Power (x25P) + Creatures of Destruction (+x2) + Destructive Potential (+x1) + Soul of Destruction (+x3/-x3) = x31/x22
It was finally over.
Cervez had listened to Carva's parting words with half an ear, too overcome with the sudden influx of extreme tiredness that overcame him to make much sense of it besides the last parts. As it stood the Anubian fell to one knee; trying to regain his lost breath back and failing miserably. One arm propped on his knee while his hand touched the ground to offer him some balance so he wouldn't fall, the Anubian tried his hardest to not puke what he ate back in the Room of Spirit and Time and barely succeeded.
A brief silence descended upon the battlefield, but a sudden wind picked up the ashes of Carva, the dust swirling around Cervez for a few moments and with it carrying the last message of Carva back into his ears.
"...I will teach you the true meaning of destruction!"
Cervez barely held himself from snorting out a laugh; a Saiyan teaching an Anubian the meaning of Destruction? "Please, don't make me laugh." Unless Carva got stronger while in hell, the results would always be the same should they fight again. He wouldn't let himself be surpassed by a hairless monkey, but less by one so overconfident that he'd dare to make such a claim upon his person.
After a few minutes, the Anubian stood back up to his full height, looking into the distance where the main battle was taking place between the Earth's Defenders and the Saiyan Invaders. A tight frown marred his face as he remembered one of the casualties of the battle that was taking place, a strange sting at the back of his eyes went almost unnoticeable as Cervez tightened his fist, his claws threatening to breach the newly healed skin and shower the ground with droplets of blood.
'Cornatto...' His eyes narrowed as he ascended towards the skies and with a flare of his aura, he dashed towards the main battlefield, murder clearly shining in his eyes and a thundering expression to match it across his face. Whoever had killed Cornatto will have a lot to answer for.
There will be hell to pay.
TAGS: OOC NOTES: Leaving the thread and attempting to join the main one again.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
Base [+ x1/x0 Perm], Mastered Power [x6/x5], Great Ape (controlled) [x11/x10], Super Saiyan Full Power [x16/x15], Super Saiyan Third Grade [x19/x10], Super Saiyan 2 [x26/x25]
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