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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2019 23:35:52 GMT -5
The fighting tournaments of Earth were typically of a grand affair. An entire plaza filled with curious spectators, all gathering to witness the showcase of Earth's most prominent warriors. Fighters of every creed, race, and stature coming from all parts of the galaxy to showcase their martial prowess and mystic ability. Sometimes, a warrior would become a fan favorite, much beloved by the fans. Sometimes, a warrior would meet their demise at the end of a crushing fist, and slink back to their den to lick their wounds.
It was not always about winning or losing. While tournament prizes consisted of large sums of money, there was a certain air of pride and honor that surrounded them as well. Winning a tournament cemented a fighter's status and honored him with bragging rights, and in most fighters' eyes, that was worth as much as any cash prize. But most fighters weren't Null. He cared little about bragging rights -- an odd sentiment for a born and bred Saiyan warrior. In truth, save for a select few, the warriors who often attended these events were hardly worth lifting a finger.
He could feel his irritation brewing as he leaned against the back wall, bulky arms folded over his chest. Though his eyes were closed, the corner of his mouth twitched in irritation. The air in the qualifying room was stifling with the amassing of so many bodies. More than three dozen fighters had shown up for this particular tournament, so much so, that pre-qualifiers were a necessity to thin the ranks. Otherwise, this tournament could last well into the coming week.
Having reached the end of his patience, Null pushed off from the wall. Cries and protests fell on his deaf ears as the Saiyan shoved his way through the crowd of fighters and hopped up onto the practice stage. It was no more than a couple dozen feet in perimeter, the same lined tile flooring that often graced the arenas of Earth. In truth, Null much preferred the sandy wastes and rocky pits of previous tournaments he'd attended held throughout the quadrants. Nothing like a good fistful of sand in the eye to gain an advantage.
Knocking the officiating referee aside with a thwack from his tail, Null stood in the center of the sparring ring and glared at the gathering crowd of disgruntled fighters that surrounded him. "I don't have all day for this. And quite frankly, none of you lot are worth my time. I can tell at a glance I'd win this with minimal effort. So let's make things a bit more exciting, shall we? How about I fight all of you at once?" Incredulous looks passed between the fighters. Murmurs rose and fell, with a sharp bark of occasional laughter.
"Some of you seem to think this is funny. Rest assured, I'm in no mood for jokes." He held out an outstretched palm. Soon, a crackling orb of energy formed in his hand. It grew in size and density, sparks crackling and sizzling along its surface. "In fact, you could say, I've never possessed a very forgiving sense of humor. Either the lot of you come at me with everything you've got--" The ball of energy nearly tripled in size, sending random spurts of lighting lancing through the crowd. "--or I'll blow this entire arena to bits. Your choice."
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 9, 2019 0:02:42 GMT -5
Yoroshu had once again entered another tournament as a means to measure his strength. Bjjs quest for power had completely overtake n him in mind a spirit—some would call that a good thing, others not. Yoroshu didn't care for the possible adverse effects of his lust, he just wanted power. And he'd stop at nearly nothing to acquire it, such grand goals yet here he found himself in another tournament, dozens of fighters, he had the offhand assumption of being leagues stronger than either of him. Though, one beacon of power stood out from the bunch, one far stronger than anyone there... far stronger than him. "Someone stronger than me? I'll kill him!" He thought, he hadn't figured out how, but that waasn't important, finding this fighter was, however. Dozens and dozens of people, it was annoying to weed out the iotas of power that were crowding the beacon. Wait, why were they crowding the beacon? They should be crowding him!
He had concentrated on the power stronger than him to the point he'd phased out the people he was carelessly shoving, finally he made his way to this almighty signal of power, brazenly standing on top of the arena, an orb of energy crackling in his hand, threatening to level the place.
Another Saiyan, what are the chances? It wasn't on his schedule to get obliterated by an angry Monkey. Racism aside, he had to take care of this, but his arrogance overpowered his logic.
"Oh, is this happening? Please tell me this is happening, because I'll tell you this Monk-" He cut himself off before he got himself killed. "I'll tell you how great of a job, that you're doing, hahah, I don't care if you kill these people." He chuckled nervously, he looked to the right and punched the closest person to him, he wasn't sure if he was dead or not, but he heard a snap when he punched him in the face. And maybe sensed an energy fade, think about that later.
He looked backed to the long-haired Saiyan, a sense of selflessness rose over him, which was odd. Yoroshu wasn't a selfless person. Hell, he was the exact opposite! But, the lives of several people were at risk, they could die, and he maybe could stop it, but, his own well-being was at risk, he could run away, get away and everyone else dies. Damn it he had to something, the most selfless and gallant thing he'd ever done.
"Touch a single person and I'll annihilate you!" He yelled, the words were almost involuntary. What was happening? Possibly putting his life at risk for strangers, that wasn't Yoroshu. Cruel and arrogant was Yoroshu. Nevertheless, he slipped into his battle pose as if he could actually stand coming to blows with this terrifying Saiyan. His face was putting on a front of confidence, but in reality he was terrified to the point the sweat was obvious, there was even a slight tremble in his movements. "Please, please don't die." He thought. "Please, don't die."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 11:15:41 GMT -5
The orb crackled and sparked, bits of electricity lancing out, whipping at the ground. Those fighters prone to a higher intellect understood such a thing was dangerous, keeping a wide berth. While they may have tried to rush or ambush the arrogant Saiyan at once, none wished to brave the volatile energy he wielded in his hand. He kept his stoic glare fixed on the faces of the nearest warriors. Truth be told, Null was bored more than anything. And the energy he held in his palm? At worst it could blow a large crater into the sparring floor, but that would be the extent of the damage.
He wouldn't actually destroy the arena and kill everyone. If he did that, Null imagined he'd be banned from every other tournament held on Earth henceforth. Not to mention the pesky annoyance that would be dealing with Earth's protective forces. Typical law enforcement was laughable, but if the Z-Fighters got involved, well... that could pose a slight problem. But it appeared there was at least one brave soul in the mingle of fighters.
He boasted proudly, punching the nearest guy and knocking him to the ground. Null raised an eyebrow, the energy in his palm dissipating to nothing as the fighter hopped onto the stage and took a defensive stance. Null studied him for a moment, trying to gauge his power. It was negligible, but one could never tell who was gifted with the ability to manipulate ki. Perhaps he was holding back... Null certainly was, sitting around a measly power level of 20,000. Still... it could prove to be entertainment.
"I've changed my mind." His tail curled around his waist, securing itself like an obi. "I won't destroy this arena." He held up a single finger, pointing at the brave, or foolish, fighter. "Under the condition the lot of you can defeat this fighter." He rose high into the air, hovering over the sparring area. "Get on with it."
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 9, 2019 18:15:52 GMT -5
Yoroshu's battle stance reformed into a more confused one, he chuckled nervously as the crowds of fighters surrounded him, stared at him. They wouldn't actually listen to the Saiyan right? Then again, he did maybe just kill one of them. He knew he should've left. When he had the chance, he felt like each of them were peering into his skull. He chuckled nervously as he tried to walk backwards, but there was a group of people behind him. They were all around him. To Hell with them then. The crowd began their assault, he had to be quick on his feet or the Wild Wolf of the Diablo Deserts would be a corpse in the ground. He confident he'd manage to dodge the attacks, he was quick on his feet. These brutes didn't have a chance of touching him, that was something Yoroshu was almost certain of. Though he had a bad habit of holding hiself especially high in regard, that was certainly true.
But if he ever wanted to be the strongest human he'd have to take care of these weaklings first, lest he be swarmed by a bunch of martial artists he tried to protect.
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 9, 2019 20:38:03 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2019 23:53:28 GMT -5
Whereas the fighters were unsure as to whether or not they could successfully fight the Saiyan, this pipsqueak was an ant in comparison. Nasty sneers and devious chuckles filled the room as several of the men pounded their fists into their palms, signaling the beginning of what was sure to be a brutal beat down. Taking this loud mouth fool down would be child's play.
Or so they believed. Null arched a brow, the placid calm of his indifferent stare stirring as the fighter managed to evade the other fighters storming the sparring floor. Swift and deft as they were, the fighter proved nimble in his own right, dodging them and taking them down with one powerful blast of energy.
The air brightened with a flash of blue brilliance as eleven of the dozen fighters who rose to Null's challenge were blown backward, nothing more than an injured pile of flesh and smoldering clothing. One man withstood the blast, but he was quickly dealt with in an impressive display of martial prowess. Perhaps this fool wasn't all talk after all.
As the last man fell, Null's feet touched down to the floor once more. Surveying the carnage of the scene before him. "I do hope you feel proud of yourself. Most of the fighters you've rendered inept, and the rest of the men fled." Null watched the last of the contestants disappearing through the wide double doors leading into the pre-qualifying chamber.
"I'm impressed, fighter. You've exceeded my expectations... however miniscule they were." Tilting his head back, Null appraised the fighter before him. "However, I must admit, I have a terrible memory." He stalked forward, the fabric of his black tank top and pants stretched taut over his muscular frame. He leaned forward, cupping a hand around his ear. "You mentioned something earlier. What was it again?"
He snapped his fingers, as if recalling Yoroshu's earlier statement. "That's right! You said you were going to annihilate me, didn't you? Yes... I remember now. You were rather brazen about it as well. Well then, don't let me keep you. Annihilate me--" Null held up three fingers. "You have three moves to land a single blow against me. By then, I'll have made up my mind as to whether or not I should bother fighting back."
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 10, 2019 9:10:49 GMT -5
Damn it all. He knew he should've kept his mouth shut, too late to back down, a true warrior takes every opportunity to defeat a stronger foe, and they do it! Or he'd hoped so, he didn't want to keep the Saiyan waiting, Kami forbid he evoke the Saiyan's anger, Yoroshu assumed his battle staance. "Okay, take this!" He yelled. Yoroshu was not even close to confident he would really manage to damage the Saiyan warrior, he was valleys of power ahead of Yoroshu, alas he had to do this, lest he brand himself a coward, and he'd die before he would be called that, much less call himself that. Yoroshu dashed towards Null, his hair swinging back, his eyes locked onto him, his mouth gaping open as he shouted the entire run towards the Saiyan, he sprang up, and unleashed a kick towards his face, hopefully, it'd land, but the power he sensed gave him the impression that it wouldn't connect. Though, maybe, just maybe. It would land. But that's a very, very, very strong maybe, nonetheless he unleashed his kick, confident it would land... but at the same time, he wasn't confident that it would land at all.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2019 12:03:38 GMT -5
  SAIYAN instincts were unparalled. Every cell in their being was devoted wholly to the function of battle. Every sense was heightened beyond normal mortal standards. They were constantly pushing past their mortal coils to achieve new heights of power and ability. It was why Lord Frieza tried to wipe them out of existence. But the Saiyans were a resilient people. Even scattered throughout the cosmos as the warrior vagabonds they were, they were formidable warriors. No finer mercenaries could be employed. But heightened battle instincts weren't even necessary against this fool. Null tilted his head a hair's breadth, his eyes following Yoroshu's foot as it sailed past his face. It wasn't that the fighter was incapable, but Null was quite the nimble fighter despite his size. "You're about as slow as you are dense." He frowned, his mouth twisting into a sneer. "Perhaps I've expected too much of you. So let's try this." Null placed both hands behind his back, using his tail to tie them together. He gave a few tugs, to show how secure his self-made bonds were. "I'll give you a handicap. I won't even use my hands to defend myself."
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 10, 2019 17:22:13 GMT -5
So, this was the power Saiyans possessed, incredible. Yoroshu's attack was dodged with no effort at all, how is that possible? How is someone this powerful? And then, the Saiyan had the gall to insult him, HIM. Yoroshu was livid, how dare he! "You dare make a fool of me?" He said, after the Saiyan handicapped himself. Yoroshu's ire had been drawn. Yoroshu, of the Diablo Deserts. Had been reduced to a fool, by this... this MONKEY! He wouldn't stand it, he couldn't stand it. Nobody would talk down to him like that, nobody! He yelled, running towards Null with the ferocity of a wolf on the hunt, his hair danced in the wind, his face spelled a song of rage, hate, pride, arrogance... and power. His arm ran backwards, he leaped in the air, and then, in synchronization with his voice, thrust his arm forward, attempting to strike the Saiyan in the face, the strike was filled with anger, hate, arrogance, and... and jealousy. There it was again, jealousy. Each time he met a stronger opponent, he felt it, jealousy, Nasch, Kuueru, now this Saiyan.
Jealous that there was someone stronger than him, jealous that they were stronger than him. But also, hope. Hope that one day he'd surpass everyone stronger than him, that one day, he would be the strongest, that the next time those he cared about were in danger he'd be quick enough to get there. Was that it? Was that why he wanted to be the strongest alive? That didn't matter now, what mattered now was putting this arrogant monkey in his place.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2019 17:50:43 GMT -5
Perhaps he had tempted fate far too many times. With his tail holding his hands in place, binding them as if with a living rope, Null was most confident the youth would not be able to lay a single finger on him. Combat experience told him it was often the loudest barking dogs that possessed the weakest bite. And this one was quite loud. If nothing else, it reminded Null of himself when he was but a few years younger. When he was optimistic about serving Queen Radia as a soldier in the Saiyan Dominion. When every victory and every spoil of war was won in the name of the Saiyan race. Now such victories rang hollow in his memory. There seemed to be little joy had in reminiscing of those times. Maybe I'll throw him a bone... Though the strike came as slow as the last one, Null did not dodge out of harm's way. The blow struck him hard across the face, causing him to stagger backward with a few uneasy steps. Genuine surprise etched on his face at the force of the blow. "Impressive... you got me." He raised a hand to massage his sore jaw, which took the brunt of the assault. "Not half bad for an Earthling. Perhaps your ability was not as exaggerated as I believed. And in that case..." The room began to tremble around them. Cracks appeared in the walls and support pillars, the entire space shifting under the immense pressure of Null's rising power level. "I'm curious what you can do in a real fight." Raising a hand, he gestured for Yoroshu to attack him. "Let's get serious, shall we?"BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Actions here.
ACTIVE EFFECTS
FIGHTING STYLE - Analytical
Moxy - +5 to Fighting.
Guile - one Super per turn.
TRAITS
Blur - ∞ uses.
Rush - once per turn.
TRANSFORMATION
EQUIPMENT
Arcane Orb - ∞ uses.
Totem - 1 use remaining.
Senzu Bean - 1 use remaining.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
[Rank 3 Super] Stalwart Heavens Style: Sin and Atonement
[Rank 3 Super] Turtle School Style: Kamehameha Wave
TECHS
Aura Guard - 2/2 uses remaining.
Deflect - 2/2 uses remaining.
Drunken Fist - 4/4 uses remaining.
Energy Shield - 1/1 use remaining.
Psychic Powers - ∞ uses.
Sonic Sway - 1/1 use remaining.
Wild Sense - 1/1 use remaining.
LEGENDARY
Instant Transmission - 3/3 uses remaining.
CURRENT PL: 20,000 (Suppressed) | BASE PL: 91,236
HP: 50/50 | KI: 100/100 | DEF: 100 | TOUGHNESS: 0 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: 40
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 11, 2019 18:44:46 GMT -5
Yoroshu's hate infused attack landed! Yippee! And what's more? It even seemed to damage the Saiyan, he had a wide smirk on his face after seeing he managed to do something to him. But, wait! Something knocked him off balance, he started fighting to keep standing, the ground was trembling, was this an earthquake? The room shifted, walls cracked! He looked at the Saiyan. No... no, no, no, no. His power was rising, it was nothing short of tremendous, it was the highest power he'd ever felt in his entire life! "Not half bad for an Earthling." The Saiyan said. There was this odd thing with Yoroshu, whenever he or his race was directly challenged, or insulted. He'd always prepare for a fight, those words rang through his head. The Saiyan made the gesture for Yoroshu to go onto the offensive, he was going to show him not to underestimate the people of Earth. He was going to unleash the Wolf Bash, and he was going to make it as strong as possible, then, maybe then, he'd wipe that smirk from the Saiyan's face. Yoroshu's eyes were the definition of anger. "Don't toy with me, damn it!" he yelled, he fought to contain his anger, but finally, it burst out, he screamed as his aura burst into form, it didn't make as big a boom as the Saiyan's, but it was evident Yoroshu was no longer playing.. "You want to see what I can do? I'll show you!" He yelled, he outstretched his left hand, his right arm holding onto his wrist to stabilize it as he collected energy, his hand twitched as more and more energy was poured into the attack. He glared at the Saiyan. "I will not be played with like a toy! Are you ready for this? Wolf Bash!" He shouted, he zoomed towards Null, he flickered, disappearing before reappearing in front of the Saiyan, he thrust his left hand forward, releasing all the stored power into a vicious punch headed towards the Saiyan's face. BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Current battle summary here. [opponent’s actions]
Your actions here.
At-Will [Power Up] -10 ki
Standard Action 1 - Condense -5 ki
Standard Action 2 - Wolf Bash(Super) -15 ki
Acc - 9AvHWtJJ1d100+40 1d100+40
Dmg - 3d12+3
Status(Cripple, meet or below 50) - 1d100
Condense damage die: 2d12+2
ACTIVE EFFECTS
FIGHTING STYLE - Brutal
Power: Gain +5 to Energy Control.
Impact: At Will. Adds an extra damage die to one attack during turn. Indefinite.
TRAITS
TRANSFORMATION
EQUIPMENT
Martial Arts Gi: As an at-will action two attacks of choice during your turn add 15 to their accuracy and boost their damage tier by 1.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Wolf Bash | Rank 1 Single - Bashing - Cripple | 15 ki.
TECHS
Eight Arms | Rank 1 - 2 uses
Kiai | Rank 1 - 1 use
LEGENDARY
CURRENT PL: 11,250 | BASE PL: 7,500
HP: 55/55 | KI: 70/100 | DEF: 65 | TOUGHNESS: 0 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: 25 (+, Martial Arts Gi)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2019 20:18:01 GMT -5
That seemed to strike a nerve. Anger twisted Yoroshu's features. His brief surprise and the short-lived glee of his victorious blow had all but vanished to be replaced with a fierce look. All traces of the arrogant bastard had vanished. Now, in its place, resided only Yoroshu's wrath. It would not be the first look of murderous intent leveled at Null. And it would most certainly not be the last. It was fun, pushing this one's buttons. "What's the matter? Did I hurt your feelings?" An amused chortle escaped him as Null swiped a thumb across his nose. Literally thumbing his nose at Yoroshu in a bid to piss him off further. "Are you angry? Am I to be blamed for your poor martial prowess? You are but a toy, and I am bored. It's as simple as that. For what other purpose is there for a toy, than to tolerate it for a little while..." A nasty sneer twisted his mouth. "...and discard it like trash."It had been a while since Null had gotten this nasty with an opponent. But the fighter seemed to rub him the wrong way. They were far too alike, and it grated on Null's nerves. Gods forbid I was ever anything like this fool!The Earthling boasted if Null wanted to see what he could do, then he would show him. A part of Null believed him. After all, did he not land a blow? But it was not a blow Null had not allowed to hit him. If he'd dodged the man a second time, perhaps the fighter would have simply given up and fled. He had to sense the immense gap in their power. This one was brave. Or foolish. Perhaps a hefty combination of both. Either way, he was dead set on dealing Null a fatal blow. An immense energy condensed in the fighter's outstretched fist. Null raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading a bit. It was quite a bit of ki focused in his fist. If that blow landed... Yoroshu charged, lightning-quick. Null briefly lost sight of him. Panic blossomed in his chest. "W-Where did you go?!" Frantic eyes shifted from side to side. He saw nothing but the unconscious form of the official he'd knocked out earlier, plus all of the men Yoroshu had soundly beaten. A flicker of movement -- there! A fist came flying toward Null, the aura surrounding it so dense it could shatter his skull with ease. Eyes widening, Null bridged backward, using his tail to buoy himself as Yoroshu's fist sailed past the space where his head once dwelled. An enormous pulse of kinetic energy erupted forth, blowing a massive hole in the concrete wall behind them. Rubble spilled into the streets beyond, car horns blaring as both vehicles and pedestrians dodged the hail of debris coming their way. Null stared through the hole for a bit, blinking rapidly. It was an assault full of malice. Something stirred in him. A deep anger welled up inside, bubbling and stewing like a cauldron. His hand flew up in a flash, grabbing Yoroshu tightly by the wrist. His grip was crushing, and would perhaps crush the bones in the fighter's forearm. "That could've killed me, you little--"A stiff fist slammed into the fighter's sternum, planted with more than a bit of Null's utter surprise and disgust that he could come so close to harming someone like himself, an elite Saiyan warrior at that! Hoping the fighter was too stunned to move, Null thrust his hand to the side. Crackling energy danced in his palm, an orb of ki forming in his hand. It grew and grew, steadily with each passing second as Null poured more of his fury into the attack. He bent dangerously close to Yoroshu's ear, his voice a harsh rasp of a whisper. "Better men have tried to end me, fool."Thrusting the blast directly into Yoroshu's chest, it would erupt in a large explosion. If Yoroshu survived, he would be in no state to continue. BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
DEFENSIVE PHASE
Yoroshu:
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OFFENSIVE PHASE
Null:
[At Will] Drunken Fist deals 8 direct damage.
[Bonus Action] Wild Sense activates. -10 ki.
[Bonus Action] Instant Transmission activates. Offensive use. -10 ki.
[At Will] Guile. Add Charging to SA1.
[Standard Action 1] [Signature] Barrage Super [w/ Instant Transmission (crits on 65+]. -10 ki.
Standard Action: Turtle School Style: Kamehameha Wave [Rank 3 Signature] - Barrage/Slashing [Charging]
Acc: pcuA2s5b1d100+40 critical hit!
Dmg: 3d12 + 12 = 34 dmg! or 3d12
ACTIVE EFFECTS
FIGHTING STYLE - Analytical
Moxy - +5 to Fighting.
Guile - one Super per turn.
TRAITS
Blur - ∞ uses.
Rush - once per turn.
TRANSFORMATION
EQUIPMENT
Arcane Orb - ∞ uses.
Totem - 1 use remaining.
Senzu Bean - 1 use remaining.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
[Rank 3 Super] Stalwart Heavens Style: Sin and Atonement
[Rank 3 Super] Turtle School Style: Kamehameha Wave
TECHS
Aura Guard - 2/2 uses remaining.
Deflect - 2/2 uses remaining.
Drunken Fist - 3/4 uses remaining.
Energy Shield - 1/1 use remaining.
Psychic Powers - ∞ uses.
Sonic Sway - 1/1 use remaining.
Wild Sense - 1/1 use remaining.
LEGENDARY
Instant Transmission - 2/3 uses remaining.
CURRENT PL: 20,000 (Suppressed) | BASE PL: 91,236
HP: 50/50 | KI: 70/100 | DEF: 100 | TOUGHNESS: 0 | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: 40
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Post by Yoroshu on Jan 11, 2019 20:49:51 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2019 1:57:47 GMT -5
It was a yell of pure agony. Agony and hatred. The energy blast leveled half of the arena. Huge piles of smoldering rubble crumbled to the ground. Where once stood mosaic tile imprinted on the underside of the ornate carved ceiling and pillars was nothing more than fire and smoke, thick plumes rising into the air. Emergency sirens rang out in the distance, mingling with the screams and cries of those fleeing the explosion site. Null stood in the center, having been caught in his own blast. Most of his own clothing had been disintegrated in the blast. Bits of his exposed skin were scorched and numb from burns, but he fared far better than Yoroshu. Much to his surprise, the youth would not stay down. Broken and battered as he was, he drew from reserves deep within, somehow managing to keep his footing long enough to challenge Null once more. This situation was no longer amusing to the Saiyan. It had crossed into the realm of disgrace. "Once trash, always trash. Show some dignity..." The fighter collapsed at Null's feet, lying atop a slab of broken concrete. Null observed him for just a moment. He saw the barely perceptible rise and fall of the man's chest, and knew that he was still alive. Tough bastard. "Perhaps... I over did it. But you brought me some measure of entertainment. I suppose you deserve a reward." Reaching down, Null grasped him roughly by the waistband of his pants, hauling him up from the ground. Reaching into his waistband, Null removed a capsule. Pressing his thumb own, the capsule popped open in a puff of smoke. Soon, Null held a small vial in his hand. It was filled with a clear liquid, a common restorative among mercenaries and soldiers alike. Tipping the vial to Yoroshu's lips, he would soon find the liquid slipping down his throat, leaving a trail of soothing tonic that would work to heal his injuries. As police and medical personnel began to rush onto the scene, Null dropped him back onto the rubble once again. Once more, his dark gaze swept the chaos around him. It looked no different from the many battlefields he'd witnessed in his time as a soldier. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before Null began to flicker in and out of sight, soon disappearing all at once.
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