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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 24, 2018 10:40:42 GMT -5
337 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword."  Ravens' Nest, East Quadrant They called it a 'hive of scum and villainy'. What an erudite way to describe a mercenary brokerage. It served no gods, no masters. Only the interests of those who sought to earn a profit by connecting those who fought for coin, to those who paid for war. The atrium itself was an open place, where anyone could do whatever they wished, so long as it didn't interfere with the business transactions of the others. Tables stood about the hall, with deals being negotiated at nearly all. Given the loose 'rules' that governed this place, it was no surprise that many of the brokers and mercs - many of whom served as their own brokers - were drinking and carousing. Typical sellsword behavior. As to what someone of the Suzerain's standing was doing here, it was really simple. This universe appeared to have a strong mercenary culture. Outside of the major star nations, the galaxy was rife with warriors for hire. This was good. This meant there was a wide variety of techniques and skills present, developed independently or by mercenary groups. There was plenty to learn. Now seeing as this was not a savory place, Mynia had opted to dress less regally. Though there was certainly a remaining sense of formality in her attire. If she didn't look like a monarch, she certainly looked like someone important. Looking around to sample her potential choices, the Suzerain decided on what appeared to be a strapping Saiyan with a certain flair beyond those of his other people. It was perhaps this air of attention to appearance that led her to decide that he was the best place to start. She walked up to his table and raised a hand to get his attention, along with some accompanying words. "Hail, Warrior. I understand that this place serves as a venue to establish contracts between yourself and a client. If so, I wish to avail of your services to engage a particular person of interest in personal combat." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 19:19:12 GMT -5
He could sniff her out from a mile away.
The way she walked with her head held high, the blonde wreath of her hair impeccably styled. Her livery was noble in style, a deep royal blue with gilded trimming and if that weren't enough to convince him of her wealth and status, the expensive sword that hung from her belt removed even the slightest modicum of doubt from his mind. She strolled with a sense of purpose, shoulders squared and steps evenly measured. It was the walk of one who was possessed of grave importance, a stark contrast to the limping gait of the majority of the men and women mercs who lined the raucous atrium surrounding him, proudly bearing their battle scars like badges to be inspected for approval.
As she stood before Null, declaring her intentions to hire herself a warrior, he did not hesitate to allow his eyes to drift over the swell of her bust or the tease of skin offered from the split in her skirt. Money and beautyβeach was a dangerous temptation on its own, and yet combined? There was no way he could possibly resist her. But Null knew her typeβknew that her sort offered serious credits for handling serious problems. The sort of problems that could get you killed.
He didn't bother to adjust his position, leaned back in his chair with boots propped up on the table before him. Arms folded casually as if he hadn't a single care in the world.
"Heh... not interested. Try Tompa or Brawnlyn. They're both experienced fighters." Null jutted his chin to a pair of xenos seated a couple of tables away from him, engaged in quite the arm wrestling match.
He was in no position to turn down work. But the white cloak that adorned her shoulder was beautiful and costly. If she dared to wear it in place like this, perhaps it was as easily discarded as he would be in her eyes.
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 25, 2018 3:55:57 GMT -5
531 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." The Suzerain quietly listened, as any one of a high breeding would with their expected politesse. It was a short response, but one that struck her as unusual. After all, the Saiyans were said to be thirsty for combat, a culture that revolved around warfare. So why turn her offer down even before she could detail it? Was there something unusual about what she said? What she did? How she dressed? Steely green eyes silently scanned the atrium in an attempt to review its contents.
There was nothing new, of course. Various individuals of differing breeds - mostly lower, that is - roamed this hall. And though she was keen to spot one or two impoverished patricians dressed in dirtied and worn attire that had once been worthy of a gala, or the occasional businessman in a sharp suit, she still did stand out very much so. She was impeccably dressed. Scented with cleansing oils. A far cry from anybody else here.
Were these fellows picky? Did they prefer the employment of someone who was not of a particular upbringing? Questions. Always questions. Rampant speculation that always ran through her mind whenever she encountered an unexpected reaction. One thing was for certain, however. She was not going to take no for an answer. Not because she insisted on this one high-dressed warrior, who certainly stood out, but because of her own nature. Once her mind was set on something, she would never go back on it.
One couldn't help but wonder about the oddities, some might say paradoxes, that described the Suzerain. Surely, someone who was raised on the values of being rational would not be so stubborn. It wasn't so much that she was a spoiled highborn. But rather, an intellectual arrogance that came with being so steeped in the ideas of reason and thought.
Her stewards would attest that as she grew up, they did her best to teach her that she could not always get what she wanted. Instead of whining about that, she reasoned with them, debated, argued, even when her premises were clearly false. Such was the way she grew up. One might even jest that the Ivory Throne that she inherited from her adopted father was the centre of an Ivory Tower, as much of the metaphorical as the physical kind.
So now, the course of action was clear. She would pursue the present course, and she would not take no for an answer. Clasping her hands behind her back and even further straightening her stand in confidence, the Suzerain went back to using words. "If I may be honest, I find this unusual. Are Saiyans not a proud warrior race that revel in the joy of battle? What I offer is an opportunity for what I believe to be a satisfying engagement, in return for a negotiable sum."
Ah yes, the money card. If the prospect of a good fight was not enough, perhaps the prospect of good coin would help convince him to agree. Of course if he still rejected the offer, she would begin to wonder if the concerns were not about fun and money. The question then, was what might that concern be.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 9:31:39 GMT -5
Just leave already.
He didn't want to be mixed up in anything considered 'official'. Most of his jobs were search-and-rescue types, which typically ended in finding some upstart pirate base in the middle of nowhere, beating some punks senseless and returning the client to sender. There were a few that required some hired muscle or bodyguard, and Null outright refused hit jobs. He was a brawler, not a murderer. Each and every one of those deals were typical of the sort you could find in a place such as this one. That included the unspoken consensus that the authorities, such as the Galactic Empire, were never to be involved. And the Empire were more crooked than the rest.
Needless to say, a lower class street urchin like himself wasn't comfortable around people in uniform, people who wielded wealth and influence as well as any mercenary with a blade or a gun.
He felt tense in her presence, as if any false move could lead to his untimely arrest. She certainly had to have a bodyguard or three lingering amidst the other rabble. Or five. Her next few words caught Null off guard. Not only did she refuse to take no as an answer from him, the woman called into question his Saiyan nature.
Unconsciously, Null's power level spiked in a flourish of wild energy which rocked the area he was seated it. Card games were interrupted, plates blown off tables and drinks scattered to the winds. It garnered the attention of most everyone in the area, and feeling the strong power flowing from him, most began to slowly edge away from the scene. Null scowled as he finally met the woman's eyes, still refusing to remove his boots from the table as white aura dancing madly around him.
"You've got a lotta nerve, lady. Opening your mouth about something you don't understand. My pride as a Saiyan is the bedrock of my strength. The only reason behind why I fight. And if you wanna question that..." Calm down. Deep breaths. Null forced himself to calm, his aura disappearing as quickly as it had began. "Look, I'm sure you're good for the credits. And yeah... maybe the job is something I can handle. I... I just..."
He lowered his gaze, unable to meet the steel of hers. It wasn't the money, or the danger, or even the possibility of dying.
Null had never been contracted to a woman so regal and elegant before. He could feel his pulse quicken even now as his attraction to her brewed beneath the scrutiny of her hard stare. She unnerved him in more ways than one, and the fact that he couldn't even form his poker face with this woman... there was no way this could possibly end to his benefit.
"...how much money are we talking?"
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 25, 2018 20:28:47 GMT -5
340 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." There it was. It was interesting to see how such a specimen reacted. True to form, Saiyans were a proud culture, and to target that aspect was equivalent to personal insult. One did not need to look at him to see that he was struck by that comment.
One didn't need to hear his short outburst - an outburst he'd had the strength of will to get under control, of course - to know. One didn't even need to reach out and sense his burst of power level. He was doing a good enough job of letting everyone around know how he felt when those words entered his ears.
This, however, he managed to regain control of. Good. Very good.
Self control was important, but it certainly had plenty of room for improvement. To suffocate your feelings and enslave them to the will of your mind, that was a key to becoming a strong leader. Facts, after all, did not care about feelings, and the mind would do well to maintain command of the body's faculties.
She would put this down for a later note as the Saiyan calmed himself and asked for an initial proposal. There seemed to be hope for progress yet.
Choosing to get straight to business rather than address the fact that she just insulted his pride, the Suzerain went on with the figure. "Twenty thousand. Ten upfront, the rest upon completion." There were, after all, more important things to do than dally over feelings.
"If you have any conditions or personal policies in place, adjustments to meet these standards can be negotiated. This is parley for a contract, not conscription into some fighting force." And anybody knew that both sides of a negotiation had a say in what the final arrangement would look like. That was the difference between conscription and voluntary service, and a contract. The mercenary was a tradesman, offering his skills in return for a compensation that suited his needs. It was business, not duty.
The Suzerain retained her posture, awaiting the next response.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2018 21:52:52 GMT -5
This woman was all about business.
Null could respect that. Everything about her from her style of speech to her mannerisms was straightforward and honest. It was refreshing from the usual fare of buyers Null sold his services to. One could hardly focus on the task, having to keep a portion of their mental acuity trained on the proverbial knife being held at their back. Null had heard too many horror stories of mercs being betrayed by their employers. He'd lost too many he considered allies, perhaps even friends.
He could not sense a dishonest bone in her body. This was the main contributor to Null calming his fiery spirit long enough to listen to what she had to say. He was in the midst of taking a sip of his drink when she quoted the amount the job would pay. It caught him by surprise as Null spewed liquid from his mouth all over the table in front of him.
He beat himself on the chest, sputtering and coughing as he fought to regain his composure. So much for the cool facade of indifferenceβhe probably looked like some messy amateur. Wiping a hand over his mouth, Null sheepishly rose from his chair and faced the woman.
"That's a rather generous sum. You must need the help pretty badly if you're talking those numbers with a small fry like me." Null was strong, that was certain. It wasn't him self-deprecating to seem humble. Truth was, he wasn't even sure how strong he really was. Every day he seemed to grow stronger, always looking to test his limits. Perhaps this would be a prime opportunity of that. "You've got yourself a deal, lady. Erm... what's your name?"
He asked, extending a hand for her to shake. "My name's Null. As you've guessed, I'm a Saiyan from New Sadla. You need someone to vouch for my abilities or something? 'Cause I'll be honest, I typically work alone... if scraping through alive means anything to you, then I'm your man."
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 27, 2018 13:11:55 GMT -5
466 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." It seemed... much easier than expected, given the apparent earlier veneer of disinterest. Was it really just a matter of how much money she had to offer? Perhaps it was far bigger than his usual rates would suggest. But it seemed to be more than about the coin. After all, he did give her assurance that he knew - perhaps theoretically, rather than practically? - that she was 'good for the credits'.
That being said, it was not the power level that Mynia had come here to pay for. She came for technique. And technique was independent of power. Yes, power played a certain part, but it was not everything. Even all those times she faced Geene on dead planets that ended up destroyed, the gulf in their power was vast. But even the God of Destruction found that she could land a hit or two given enough engagements. Given enough time to study his technique and dissect it.
That was key.
Power wasn't everything. Technique was, one might say, far more important in the grand scheme of things. Power could always be achieved by training. By sparring. By surviving an engagement on a real battlefield. What did not kill you made you stronger. Such was life, and as one who had lived through this principle for several centuries, the Suzerain was acutely aware of this.
More than that, she had steeled her mind to prepare for the worst, to helm the star nation for eternal war. A footing that Albarica continued to engage in. This expedition was her desperate ploy to end that war before it reached such a point, and claimed countless more lives over such a protracted period. The Ruling Council would do their part, and fight the war in her absence, but they did so with the expectation that she would return one day to gain the power of the God of Destruction, and wield it against those who would oppose the star nation of Albarica.
The Suzerain reached out for Null's extended hand and shook it firmly, the confident grip of a noble bound by oath of word, to ensure that she delivered her end of the bargain. "Rhomynia, of the Chief Scholar's House of Fullbuster. Make no mistake, Sir Null. Your power level is of secondary concern for this contract. And if this venture proves to be successful, you may expect an offer of renewal for similar future agreements."
Having concluded the shake, she handed over a credit chit, backed by several major private banks. A brief inspection would show the agreed initial upfront amount on the screen, open to encashment at these institutions. "This way, please." She turned about, and began the march out of the atrium, back to the shuttle - more like a gunship, actually - that awaited at the dock.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2018 17:45:03 GMT -5
Her hand was soft, warm to the touch.
It brought about a pleasant sensation he had not felt before, and as Rhomynia removed her hand from his own, the sensation faded. It was odd, and a bit uncomfortable.
"...right. I'm Null, erm... from New Sadla."
It was a shame the lack of titles to follow his name, but he would hope to some day make up for that amidst his people. Radia honored her finest warriors, bestowing upon them ranks and titles befitting their station. If he fought hard enough, long enough and well enough, he just might obtain a higher status in life.
But was fighting for the Dominion the only way to obtain that?
What's this lady see in me? He couldn't help but wonder as he followed along behind her, heading for the boarding docks. When he saw the ship they were heading towards, he faltered just a little bit.
"W-Whoa... never seen a ship like that before." He folded his arms, rubbing his chin as he admired its sleek exterior, powerful thrusters and its notable energy cannons. "...look, Rhomynia, I appreciate the opportunity, but I'm really going to need more details here. This isn't a trader's vessel, and you don't look like a merchant..."
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 28, 2018 7:56:02 GMT -5
273 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." It was a machine of war. There was no doubting this of course, as the gunship bristled with weapons. The Suzerain did not come here with that to make a statement. It was the simple fact that in light of the Ringless Tournament, Albarica dispensed with unarmed patterns to begin with.
Even the smallest civilian shuttle was comparatively armed to the teeth. Such was life in a universe filled with eternal war. That said, Null knew nothing about that, and she had no intention to tell him of these things, at least not until she knew that he could be trusted.
Mynia turned around to face him, stopping to stand just in front of the now-descending boarding ramp. "That is a fair assessment. I would think myself more of a Knight than a merchant." She was raised a knight, rose to prominence as a knight, and fought as a knight. "As for the details, it is really quite simple: I want to learn the fighting styles this galaxy has to offer. And the best way to learn something, is to experience it."
The Suzerain paused as she let the words sink in. "The short of it, Sir Null, is that we shall be flying to my personal arena, and we shall duel. Once, twice, whatever suits your fancy. And if this proves profitable for the both of us, I will be happy to renew your contract for further service."
She didn't board. Not just yet. This was, as one would put it, the point of no return. He could come with, or he could go back and wait for his next potential client.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 10:06:07 GMT -5
Is she for real?
Null searched her stoic gaze and found not a hint of amusement. Rhomynia was dead serious.
"You want me to go with you... to your personal arena... to fight you?"
Yup. It sounded just as crazy an idea aloud as it had in his mind. Null mulled over this. He couldn't exactly refuse, now could he? After all, he'd already accepted the credit chit. If this kept up, he could finally afford a freighter of his own and travel in something more durable than an Arcosian battle pod.
But still...
It wasn't that Null didn't enjoy a good fight. He'd been fighting for his own survival since the day his parents were murdered. Only difference between then and now was that Null didn't fight for free. And he'd already been paid.
But still...
Silence stretched long and awkward between them. Null gazed at her intently. He was past admiring her beauty at this point. Now he was gauging her character. Still, not a hint of a smile.
"...you're serious." It dawned on him in that moment. Null glanced up the boarding ramp at the pair of soldiers that flanked either side, standing at rigid attention, awaiting their master. He turned his gaze on her again. "You're paying to fight me... test my strength? Forgive me if I find all of this a little weird. I've never had someone willingly fight me before. But hey, there's a first time for everything."
"Alright," he said, finally making up his mind. "Who am I to refuse such a lovely lady? We'll fight. Just don't complain if you lose."
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 28, 2018 13:12:16 GMT -5
446 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." "Defeat is the cost for gaining combat experience," The Suzerain nodded before turning back around and leading her way up the boarding ramp. "While a good battle is its own reward." Past the cargo hold, and into the passenger section, where she strapped herself in across from her new contractor. The ramp closed up and the pilots engaged departure protocols. In a few short minutes, the gunship was spaceborne, warp engines warming up to make the jump towards their destination. "Is it inappropriate in this galaxy to pay someone to fight them?" Perhaps in a way, one might consider him a kind of combat tutor. That was the closest way to put it. "Pardon my ignorance of your customs. You see, we are tourists from a galaxy far, far away, and we have only recently arrived here." As much as it sounded like a fairy tale, that was the most convenient truth she could get without revealing their exact origins. It wouldn't be long before the gunship emerged from hyperspace on the outskirts of an uninhabited system, to rendezvous with its carrier. By Albarican standards, it was a humble sixth-rate light cruiser, most suited for scouting and screening, chasing stragglers, and such. The least of the wallships. Not something to fly directly along the wall of battle, but more around and about, ensuring the success of its wall. By the standards of this Universe, however, with its multi-kilometric length and girth, it seemed the vessel was regarded more as a battleship than anything else. Which still brought Albarican eyebrows to rise in bemusement, while others laughed at the comparison. If this was a battleship, then their warships must have been truly puny. It was perhaps, understandable. The scale of war here also seemed minuscule. Such was the perspective when your battlefield was not a single galaxy, but a cluster of hundreds. The gunship found its way into a relatively cavernous hangar and landed, its passengers disembarking. "I apologize if things are somewhat untidy," she started down one of the spacious hallways. "We recently had to repel a pirate boarding." Down the corridor, ending at a pair of double doors. They slid open to reveal a vast arena, in gold and marble, blue carpetry, tapestry, and banners adorning it in places. A private place for private engagements. Though an audience would never go unappreciated, considering the generous seating arrangements. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" If he had any, now would be the best time to ask them. "But let me start with my own: how many duels do you think those credits are worth? I will ask you again after we conclude this one." |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2018 20:14:28 GMT -5
Null could hardly take it all in. The day had started as it normally did, but had now evolved into something he couldn't have began to imagine. He'd been whisked away by a beautiful knight aboard a massive and powerful ship, ushered into a posh arena lined with velvet, gold and marble with a credit chit of 10,000 galactic credits in his pocket. Oh, and best of all, he was getting paid to fight.
It was as if he were living every good dream he'd ever had all over again.
But it was no dream. It was real. Rhomynia was a Knight, a very important person of interest from a far away galaxy seeking a lesson in combat styles from a battle-versed Saiyan such as himself. He didn't know whether to laugh about the ordeal, or be suspicious. What were the odds, really? What if this were some trick, and she were secretly working for the Empire or something and sought to hold him for ransom? He saw how thick the hull on this ship was. He would not be able to break out of here easily, if at all.
His only recourse was to see things through their natural course. And that required him to do the one thing he thrived on.
"I'd say what you've already given me will net you a few good spars," he told her, already removing his weighted clothing. It dropped to the ground with a heavy thud, and Null cracked his neck, windmilling his shoulders in an attempt to loosen himself up. He stood bare-chested before her, wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts, not the least bit chivalrous or conscious that he was probably in the presence of nobility. "Of course, that's depending on if you can survive one round against me."
Null smirked, swiping a thumb across his nose. Ever the arrogant Saiyan, through and through.
"I've got one question... are you planning on fighting me in all of that armor? 'Cause I guarantee you won't be able to keep up, if that's the case. But if you insist, I'll let you go first."
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 29, 2018 5:53:52 GMT -5
474 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." The Suzerain nodded upon hearing her contractor's words. The pay was enough for a few good fights. "In that case, I will show you to your quarters after this first match concludes." She watched quietly as he began to remove his weighted clothes and stripped down to his bare necessities. It was a fascinating form of suppression, one she would have to pay attention to next time. Having completed his proverbial unpacking of his power, he then offered a taunt. "I believe I stand a fair chance of surviving," Mynia answered as he took on a stance and asked his single question, connecting it with his speed. Indeed, it would be understandable that such highly restrictive uniform would slow her down. She was also aware of this fact. That being said, this was formal attire. It was not intended for battle so much as it was for attending parades, honoring the Armed Services, a non-regal sort of regalia, if such a thing could be conceived. The pomp of nobility and military service, without the explicit qualities of a crown. "That is an astute observation, Sir Null. Indeed, for any case of sparring, I do prefer far less restricting attire."The Suzerain snapped her right arm out to the side, sending the cape flying up into the air. Shutting her fist triggered a surge of golden light that enveloped her being for a few moments. A semi-blinding outline that seemed to change its shape, as though it were morphing from one set of attire to another. By the time the light dispersed, she had dispensed with the uniform entirely, instead boasting a tight suit. Gold on blue, allowing far more freedom of movement. A crimson cape with white fur trim. The only metal pieces of note were the crown that was now on her head, the gauntlets and vambraces protecting her hands and forearms. Sabatons and greaves for her feet and lower legs. An armoured belt to hold her combat skirt in place. Last, what could only be described as armoured chest support. Still elegant in its design, one would have to wonder if the smith responsible did so to keep some sense of refinement. In her right hand, she held a large flagstaff of sufficient length to be used as a polearm, crimson banner bearing golden dragons still attached. Most notably, one might notice that her power had risen significantly: that is to say, from insignificant, to double that of her opponent. Whether this was her true power, or but a fraction of something far greater, it was difficult to tell. "As your host, I must decline your offer, and instead proffer my own: You are my guest. Ergo, I give you the privilege of striking first."Pulling the flagstaff back, as if rearing to strike, the Suzerain entered a stance. She was prepared.
BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Enemy Attack #1: Name - 0 acc vs 0 def - dmg dealt or miss.
Bonus Action: Name - Effect | -0 ki cost
At-Will:
Standard Action: Attack Name - Effects | -0 ki cost
Acc - *Roll Here*
Dmg - *Roll Here*
Status Chance (00%) - *Roll Here
At-Will: Name - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 2: +10 Acc and +10 Def
FIGHTING STYLE
Heard of a Foreign God (Reserved)
Spirit (+15 Max Ki)
Flow (Restore 3 HP or Ki to self or comrade per turn (unless they are incapacitated))
TRAITS
Tactical Acumen (Talented: AW| Gain extra use of one Def/Util tech you know | 1/1)
Defiant Stand (Willpower: AW | Delay all damage to next turn | 2/2)
Empowered Charge (Rush: AW | Select 1 Single Super Attack per turn, to deal 25% dmg in case it misses)
Relentless Charge (Assault: AW | Roll two d100s for two Supers this turn and choose the better result | 2/2)
Preemptive Strike (Avarice: BA | Steal one non-artifact Gear item and put it in one of your Gear slots | 1/1)
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Essence of Heart (Sage Robes: AW | +15 Max Ki | +3 Ki/turn when above 75% Ki)
Accessory: Foreign Energy (Tuffle Nanosuit: AW | Restore 2 HP and Ki to whole team unless incapacitated/exhausted | +10% PL to whole team)
Gear 1: Second Wind (Senzu Bean: BA | +15 Ki and HP | 1/1)
Gear 2: Tenacity (Dampening Field: BA | +10 Tou | 1/1)
OTHER ITEMS
Flag Blast (War Cruiser: AW | Roll 3d4 AOE DDmg | 1/1)
SUPER ATTACKS
Fullbuster Joust III (Single Signature | 2d12 | Ki -5 | Slashing | Immobilize)
TECHS
Instinct III (Sonic Sway: BAR | Ki -5 | Avoid all dmg that rolls nat 5 and under. MVT | 1/1)
Counter Charge III (Clash: SAR | Ki -15 | Negate 50% dmg and reflect 50% as DDmg | 1/1)
Parry III (Deflect: BAR | Ki -5 | Negate 50% dmg from 1 Super | 2/2)
Vengeful Guard III (Lightning Aura: BA | Ki -10 | Deal 1 DDmg per die that hits you. 4 Turns | 1/1)
Arsenal Gear III (Magic Materialization: BA | Ki -10 | Summon Gear item. -5 cost if in inventory | 1/1)
Regulus of the Indomitable White III (Paparapapa: BA/AW | Ki -5 | Summon sidekick. d6 DDmg. Leaves if you roll 2 or less. Sacrifice to negate 50% dmg | 1/1)
Road to Glory III (Revenger Charge: PA/AW | Gain up to 8 stacks when taking Super dmg. Use up to 2 stacks on a Super for +5 acc each)
Shining Lance III (Solar Flare: BA | Ki -5 | 60% chance to land 2 stacks of Blind and apply d6 DDmg | 2/2)
Mana Burst III (Freeze: BA | Ki -5 | 80% to land 2 stacks of Freeze | 2/2)
LEGENDARY
Ivory Bulwark III (Botamo Shield | Ki -15 | Negate 50% damage from all non-crit attacks for 3 turns | 1/1)
CURRENT PL: 681,915 22,000 Suppressed
HP: 90/90 | KI: 130/130 | DEF: 50 60 (Edge 2) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +20 +30 (Pulling Punches/Edge 2) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2018 12:28:30 GMT -5
She was a vision of power and beauty.
He had to shield his eyes against the mighty golden glow that enveloped Rhomynia's form, and once the light faded, Null found himself truly at a loss for words. His suspicions were trueβbeneath that armor was a feminine figure of pure perfection. She had donned a different though no less regal outfit, one more suited for mobility in battle. Steel gauntlets and vambraces protected her hands and arms, greaves covering her legs, a small crown atop her head. The swell of her bust was even more magnified than before. That was going to be a tremendous distraction indeed, even more so than the flagstaff she wielded.
It was her power that stunned him the most. In an instant it bloomed to roughly twice the size of his own.
This lady... just who the hell is she?
Null briefly wondered if he'd bitten off more than he could chew. Yet it did little to curb the thrill of adrenaline that pumped through his veins, his heart beginning to race. She was stronger, that was true. A foe he had never faced before. He'd grown stronger as well, and now wasn't the time to doubt his own strength. Null would need to push himself, farther than he'd ever pushed himself in battle before.
"You're really something, you know that?" His body tensed, muscles flexing as he prepared to strike. "Just so you know, I'm not holding back."
He launched himself with a battle cry. Null threw a right hook, then following the momentum through, spun a full 360 degrees with a back left heel kick, looking to catch her off guard!
post count: 7 | πΈππππ
BATTLE TRACKER
DEFENSE ROUND
Enemy Attack #1:
Enemy Attack #2:
ATTACK ROUND
Standard Action: Right Hook (Basic) - 0 ki.
Acc - wKCxRfEo1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
Standard Action: Spinning Back Heel Kick (Basic) - 0 ki.
Acc - 1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
BATTLE STATS
Base PL: 11,000
Current PL: 11,000
HP: 60
KI: 100
ATK: d8
DEF: 65
ACC: +30 modifier
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Toughness: 15 points remaining.
FIGHTING STYLE - Tenacious
Courage - start with 15 toughness.
Mettle - Guard is used At-Will. Intercept used unlim. times.
TRAITS
Endure - Getting hit by Supers gives Endure stacks. 3 stacks of Endure gives 15 toughness. [Bonus Action]
EQUIPMENT
Weighted Clothing: Passive. +50% PL per post or 200 words.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Void Bombardment | Barrage - Charging | -20 ki
TECHS
Kiai Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
Deflect Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
1d100+30Β·1d8Β·1d100+30Β·1d8 |
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 29, 2018 23:23:04 GMT -5
465 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." There was certainty in his eyes. The Suzerain, of course, did not know how to read minds. So the exact nature of this certainty was not available to her. But combined with his proud declaration and his resolute charge, one could consider the possibility that this certainty was one of a few choices. The certainty that he would fight with everything, the certainty that he would not go down without throwing every last ounce of strength he had her way. There was also the uninformed certainty that he had a chance of winning against her. She did not see any need to put such a dampener on this latter concept. After all, what Mynia wanted to witness was the skill and technique, the mindset, of this proud warrior race. According to the Scribes, there were a number of Saiyans on the team that participated in the Tournament of Power, at least one of whom was being considered as a candidate to serve as Lord Beerus' heir. In that case, it would be good to see just how far a Saiyan could go. There was a reason why the Suzerain began with someone who was relatively 'weak'. 'Relative' being the key word here, as in his current state, Null was a threat to planets already. But the power to destroy worlds was only the beginning. If this ability to reach the candidacy for God of Destruction was racial in nature, then she would see to it that she would observe this potential in a state as early as possible. She would squeeze out every last drop and study his abilities and techniques. Perhaps then, she would be able to answer one piece of the puzzle of what made the Saiyan race so potent. For now, though... he was understandably underwhelming. Null charged in with a full battle cry and unleashed a hook that slammed into her cheek, forcing her head to face the side. Even before he was done, he followed up with a spin kick that came in from another direction. Without any visible effort, her hand snapped up and caught that leg, pushing it - and its owner - back into a position where they could speak face to face. Her head slowly turning back to its natural forward-facing stance, her cold eyes unmoved, and her cheek unscathed, she spoke. "That was a good start. You are correct about your speed. Now then, it is my turn."Masterfully spinning the flagstaff in her hand before catching it right side up, she thrust it forward like a spear at his diaphragm. This thrust so fast that the draconian flag didn't even have time to billow in the still air. After this, she would snap it up in reverse in an attempt to slam it against his forehead.
BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Mynia gets hit by a Basic for 1 dmg.
She avoids a Basic with Rapid Movement.
She counters with two Basics.
Flow heals 3 HP.
Sage Robes restore 3 Ki.
Defensive Phase
Basic #1: Right Hook | 67 v 60 (Hit!) | 1 dmg
Basic #2: Spinning Back Heel Kick | 78 v 60 | Avoid (Rapid Movement)!
Offensive Phase
Bonus Action:
Rapid Movement - Avoid 1 Non-Critical Move | -5 ki cost
Standard Action: 1
Flagstaff Thrust (Basic) - (+10 Acc, Edge 2) @ Null
Acc: p24zK3YX1d100+30
Dmg: 1d12
Status Chance (00%): *Roll Here
Standard Action: 2
Flagstaff Thwack (Basic) - (+10 Acc, Edge 2) @ Null
Acc: 1d100+30
Dmg: 1d12
Status Chance (00%): *Roll Here
At-Will: Name - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 2: +10 Acc and +10 Def
FIGHTING STYLE
Heard of a Foreign God (Reserved)
Spirit (+15 Max Ki)
Flow (Restore 3 HP or Ki to self or comrade per turn (unless they are incapacitated))
TRAITS
Tactical Acumen (Talented: AW| Gain extra use of one Def/Util tech you know | 1/1)
Defiant Stand (Willpower: AW | Delay all damage to next turn | 2/2)
Empowered Charge (Rush: AW | Select 1 Single Super Attack per turn, to deal 25% dmg in case it misses)
Relentless Charge (Assault: AW | Roll two d100s for two Supers this turn and choose the better result | 2/2)
Preemptive Strike (Avarice: BA | Steal one non-artifact Gear item and put it in one of your Gear slots | 1/1)
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Essence of Heart (Sage Robes: AW | +15 Max Ki | +3 Ki/turn when above 75% Ki)
Accessory: Foreign Energy (Tuffle Nanosuit: AW | Restore 2 HP and Ki to whole team unless incapacitated/exhausted | +10% PL to whole team)
Gear 1: Second Wind (Senzu Bean: BA | +15 Ki and HP | 1/1)
Gear 2: Tenacity (Dampening Field: BA | +10 Tou | 1/1)
OTHER ITEMS
Flag Storm (War Cruiser: AW | Roll 3d4 AOE DDmg | 1/1)
SUPER ATTACKS
Fullbuster Joust III (Single Signature | 2d12 | Ki -5 | Slashing | Immobilize)
TECHS
Instinct III (Sonic Sway: BAR | Ki -5 | Avoid all dmg that rolls nat 5 and under. MVT | 1/1)
Counter Charge III (Clash: SAR | Ki -15 | Negate 50% dmg and reflect 50% as DDmg | 1/1)
Parry III (Deflect: BAR | Ki -5 | Negate 50% dmg from 1 Super | 2/2)
Vengeful Guard III (Lightning Aura: BA | Ki -10 | Deal 1 DDmg per die that hits you. 4 Turns | 1/1)
Arsenal Gear III (Magic Materialization: BA | Ki -10 | Summon Gear item. -5 cost if in inventory | 1/1)
Regulus of the Indomitable White III (Paparapapa: BA/AW | Ki -5 | Summon sidekick. d6 DDmg. Leaves if you roll 2 or less. Sacrifice to negate 50% dmg | 1/1)
Road to Glory III (Revenger Charge: PA/AW | Gain up to 8 stacks when taking Super dmg. Use up to 2 stacks on a Super for +5 acc each)
Shining Lance III (Solar Flare: BA | Ki -5 | 60% chance to land 2 stacks of Blind and apply d6 DDmg | 2/2)
Mana Burst III (Freeze: BA | Ki -5 | 80% to land 2 stacks of Freeze | 2/2)
LEGENDARY
Ivory Bulwark III (Botamo Shield | Ki -15 | Negate 50% damage from all non-crit attacks for 3 turns | 1/1)
CURRENT PL: 681,915 22,000 Suppressed
HP: 90/90 | KI: 128/130 | DEF: 50 60 (Edge 2) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +20 +30 (Pulling Punches/Edge 2) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2018 11:32:24 GMT -5
There was little more disheartening than throwing your best punch without any visible effect against an opponent. Worse yet, he'd done it to a beautiful woman. So many things were already fundamentally wrong about this sparring match.
Null gulped as she slowly turned her head to face him.
Not even her cheek showed the slightest hint of bruising. The skin was soft and pliant, trueβeven at this close proximity, the hint of expensive bathing oils emanated from her. But his knuckles stung, as if he'd plowed them carelessly into a mountain.
She blocked his second attack with depressing ease, going so far as to compliment Null's impressive speed before Rhomynia went on the offensive. Null managed to backstep as the brunt of the weapon was jabbed at his stomach, the moment so quick and precise it nearly blurred before his eyes. It narrowly missed his abdomen by inches.
Her next attack was just as crisp and fluid, far too fluid for him to properly dodge. It smacked him in the forehead, his head snapping backward from the force of the blow. Head throbbing, Null backflipped, landing on his feet a couple feet away. He rubbed at the red mark on his forehead, frowning.
"Geez... just how strong are you, anyway?" He grinned. "I'm gonna force your to drop that staff. Just wait and see!"
Null launched himself at Rhomynia yet again. He dashed to her left side and swept his leg against the back of hers, attempting to take her base out from under her. If it worked and disturbed her balance, he would thrust his elbow hard into her midsection, hoping the shock of the blow would force her to drop it.
If he had to, he would resort to stealing the damn thing.
post count: 8 | πΈππππ
BATTLE TRACKER
DEFENSE ROUND
Enemy Attack #1: Flagstaff Thrust [Basic] | 43 vs 65 - miss!
Enemy Attack #2: Flagstaff Thwack [Basic] | 90 vs 65 - hit!
ATTACK ROUND
Standard Action: Leg Sweep (Basic) - 0 ki.
Acc - TFA06F5T1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
Standard Action: Elbow Thrust (Basic) - 0 ki.
Acc - 1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
BATTLE STATS
Base PL: 11,000
Current PL: 11,000
HP: 60
KI: 100
ATK: d8
DEF: 65
ACC: +30 modifier
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Toughness: 15 β 14 points remaining.
FIGHTING STYLE - Tenacious
Courage - start with 15 toughness.
Mettle - Guard is used At-Will. Intercept used unlim. times.
TRAITS
Endure - Getting hit by Supers gives Endure stacks. 3 stacks of Endure gives 15 toughness. [Bonus Action]
EQUIPMENT
Weighted Clothing: Passive. +50% PL per post or 200 words.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Void Bombardment | Barrage - Charging | -20 ki
TECHS
Kiai Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
Deflect Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
1d100+30Β·1d8Β·1d100+30Β·1d8 |
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Post by πΈππππ on Aug 30, 2018 22:58:28 GMT -5
287 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." Were it not for the fact that she seemed to have murdered any sense of humor she had previously possessed, Null's comment would have made her chuckle. Now this of course, was debateable, and for all they knew, it could have been one of many things that made her such a serious person. Her adoptive father, the Duke of Fullbuster, for one. Another could have been her rigorous upbringing as the upcoming ascendant to the newly built Ivory Throne. Regardless, her response was something deemed appropriate. "An excellent question. There is only one way to find out, however." Just as quickly as she said it, she pivoted out of the path of the attempted kick to the back of her left leg, while at the same time repositioning herself to once again face her opponent. His elbow delivered the full impact of its blow, slamming hard into her abdomen. Again, she didn't even flinch. "And your power is quite tangible, despite your claims to being 'small fry'. I believe with further combat, we can draw out even more of your potential."Was this the power of the Saiyan race? She would have to investigate further, before any final conclusions could be made. After all, the match was only in its opening moments. Anything could happen as it drew out. The Suzerain briefly entered a stance, left hand sliding forward to push the flag end of the staff down low, right hand rising so that the shaft was up high. Crouching like an animal in waiting, before launching her offensive from beneath, a combination of strikes to various limbs, and the occasional thrust into either the center of mass, or a major joint like the knee or shoulder.
BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Mynia avoids a Basic with Rapid Movement.
She gets hit by a Basic for 5 dmg.
She counters with two Basics.
Flow heals 3 HP.
Tuffle nanosuit heals 2 HP and restores 2 ki.
Sage Robes restore 3 Ki.
Defensive Phase
Basic #1: Leg Sweep | 65 v 60 | Avoid (Rapid Movement)
Basic #2: Elbow Thrust | 70 v 60 (Hit!) | 5 dmg
Offensive Phase
Bonus Action:
Rapid Movement - Avoid 1 Non-Critical Move | -5 ki cost @ Basic 1
Standard Action: 1
Flagstaff Assault (Basic) - (+10 Acc, Edge 2) @ Null
Acc: WKquWhDc1d100+30
Dmg: 1d12
Status Chance (00%): *Roll Here
Standard Action: 2
Flagstaff Assault (Basic) - (+10 Acc, Edge 2) @ Null
Acc: 1d100+30
Dmg: 1d12
Status Chance (00%): *Roll Here
At-Will: Name - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 2: +10 Acc and +10 Def
FIGHTING STYLE
Heard of a Foreign God (Reserved)
Spirit (+15 Max Ki)
Flow (Restore 3 HP or Ki to self or comrade per turn (unless they are incapacitated))
TRAITS
Tactical Acumen (Talented: AW| Gain extra use of one Def/Util tech you know | 1/1)
Defiant Stand (Willpower: AW | Delay all damage to next turn | 2/2)
Empowered Charge (Rush: AW | Select 1 Single Super Attack per turn, to deal 25% dmg in case it misses)
Relentless Charge (Assault: AW | Roll two d100s for two Supers this turn and choose the better result | 2/2)
Preemptive Strike (Avarice: BA | Steal one non-artifact Gear item and put it in one of your Gear slots | 1/1)
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Essence of Heart (Sage Robes: AW | +15 Max Ki | +3 Ki/turn when above 75% Ki)
Accessory: Foreign Energy (Tuffle Nanosuit: AW | Restore 2 HP and Ki to whole team unless incapacitated/exhausted | +10% PL to whole team)
Gear 1: Second Wind (Senzu Bean: BA | +15 Ki and HP | 1/1)
Gear 2: Tenacity (Dampening Field: BA | +10 Tou | 1/1)
OTHER ITEMS
Flag Storm (War Cruiser: AW | Roll 3d4 AOE DDmg | 1/1)
SUPER ATTACKS
Fullbuster Joust III (Single Signature | 2d12 | Ki -5 | Slashing | Immobilize)
TECHS
Instinct III (Sonic Sway: BAR | Ki -5 | Avoid all dmg that rolls nat 5 and under. MVT | 1/1)
Counter Charge III (Clash: SAR | Ki -15 | Negate 50% dmg and reflect 50% as DDmg | 1/1)
Parry III (Deflect: BAR | Ki -5 | Negate 50% dmg from 1 Super | 2/2)
Vengeful Guard III (Lightning Aura: BA | Ki -10 | Deal 1 DDmg per die that hits you. 4 Turns | 1/1)
Arsenal Gear III (Magic Materialization: BA | Ki -10 | Summon Gear item. -5 cost if in inventory | 1/1)
Regulus of the Indomitable White III (Paparapapa: BA/AW | Ki -5 | Summon sidekick. d6 DDmg. Leaves if you roll 2 or less. Sacrifice to negate 50% dmg | 1/1)
Road to Glory III (Revenger Charge: PA/AW | Gain up to 8 stacks when taking Super dmg. Use up to 2 stacks on a Super for +5 acc each)
Shining Lance III (Solar Flare: BA | Ki -5 | 60% chance to land 2 stacks of Blind and apply d6 DDmg | 2/2)
Mana Burst III (Freeze: BA | Ki -5 | 80% to land 2 stacks of Freeze | 2/2)
LEGENDARY
Ivory Bulwark III (Botamo Shield | Ki -15 | Negate 50% damage from all non-crit attacks for 3 turns | 1/1)
CURRENT PL: 681,915 22,000 Suppressed
HP: 90/90 | KI: 128/130 | DEF: 50 60 (Edge 2) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +20 +30 (Pulling Punches/Edge 2) |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2018 21:44:03 GMT -5
Again with the flag staff! This is starting to get irritating.
Null had faced several foes before, and many of them fought with various weaponry. But most of it were of the technological varietyβan assortment of blasters, lasers, cannons and the like. Only a few used melee type weapons, but none quite like the one Rhomynia currently wielded.
Her strikes were swift and accurate, and Null skillfully weaved in and out between them, dodging to the best of his ability. The problem was he was having a hard time reading the trajectory of her assault. She fought like none he had ever encountered before... could that have something to do with the fact that she was from some other strange place?
It thrilled him yet brought him a great deal of worry at the same time.
Becoming distracted was a mistake, however, as the end of the staff speared him in his left side, sending sharp pain lancing through his side. Null swatted the end of the pole aside, taking a few steps backward to create more distance. He gritted his teeth against the stinging pain. While it wasn't anything severe, it still hurt.
"What do you mean 'draw out my potential'?" As far as Null knew, he had reached the pinnacle of his strength. It was a constant source of his frustration. Training day after day, he never seemed to get but a few degrees stronger. "Do you really think it's possible?"
His grimace became a smirk, and he cracked his knuckles in response. "Guess I hadn't considered that. We Saiyans grow stronger with every battle, whether we win or not. And rest assured, Rhomynia... I plan to win."
With that, he launched himself at her in a furious flurry of rapid punches and kicks, aiming to throw off her guard and drive her backward with a sudden flurry of assault.
post count: 9 | πΈππππ
BATTLE TRACKER
DEFENSE ROUND
Enemy Attack #1: Flagstaff Assault [Basic] | 99 vs 65 - hit for 5 dmg!
Bonus Action: Rapid Movement! | Negate 5 dmg. | -5 ki.
Enemy Attack #2: Flagstaff Assault [Basic] | 73 vs 65 - hit for 1 dmg!
ATTACK ROUND
Standard Action: Rapid Fighting | Basic Attack | 0 ki.
Acc - pfIXforg1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
Standard Action: Rapid Fighting | Basic Attack | 0 ki.
Acc - 1d100+30 [crit!]
Dmg - 1d8 + 4 dmg!
BATTLE STATS
Base PL: 11,000 | Current PL: 11,000
HP: 60
KI: 100 β 95
ATK: d8
DEF: 65
ACC: 30
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Toughness: 14 β 13 points remaining.
FIGHTING STYLE - Tenacious
Courage - start with 15 toughness.
Mettle - Guard is used At-Will. Intercept used unlim. times.
TRAITS
Endure - Getting hit by Supers gives Endure stacks. 3 stacks of Endure gives 15 toughness. [Bonus Action]
EQUIPMENT
Weighted Clothing: Passive. +50% PL per post or 200 words.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Void Bombardment | Barrage - Charging | -20 ki
TECHS
Kiai Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
Deflect Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
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Post by πΈππππ on Sept 1, 2018 2:41:07 GMT -5
446 words @null "To purchase the service of a sellsword." This fight was beginning to, as someone once put it, 'heat up'. To be honest, the reason Mynia shifted to this attire was not because of mobility - though she would never deny that this afforded her far more freedom of movement than her full armor. It was simply because she was taking things easy. A spar was a spar. Not that she would ever tell Null that she was nowhere near serious. Holding back on her aim, giving him far more leeway than she would in a serious battle, allowing her power to speak more than her skill. The Suzerain would not even make use of her Holy Lance for now. Well... it would be no good to vaporize your sparring partner, now would it? But perhaps it would not be a bad idea to infuse some of its energy into this humble flagstaff. Perhaps later. For now, she would have to contend with his increasingly effective counterattack. While it started off more manageable enough, with Mynia avoiding or catching his flurry of punches and kicks, he did not stop. Instead, he pushed on with the pressure, sending her backwards by a few steps. Eventually, evasion and even catching his fists and feet fell out of the picture as she was forced to block against his attacks with raw flesh. At the end of this barrage, her arms, crossed protectively over her face and chest, were slightly bruised. That brief lull, a moment to lower her arms to speak, was when she made her response. "I see no reason for you to believe you have reached your full potential," the Suzerain answered. "If others in your race have attained great heights, then why shouldn't you?"From experience, a given race had certain limits. Within the race, certain exceptional individuals could go further. But if the majority of a race could reach high achievements, then that should be taken more as the rule rather than an exception. The Saiyans were a powerful warrior race, according to the Scribes. And the Rangers reported many Saiyans earning significant levels of power. There was no reason to believe he could not achieve the same. He certainly didn't seem like the runt of this particular litter. He himself seemed to be aware of this power. Which was good. Then she should make sure to learn more about it. "Then show me this ability of your race, Sir Null. If you're fighting to win, then I want to see it for myself."Sinking back into an offensive stance, she would lunge forward with her flagstaff gunning for his sternum, followed by a series of alternating strikes coming down hard on his shoulders.
BATTLE TRACKERSUMMARY
Mynia avoids a Basic with Rapid Movement.
She gets Crit by a Basic for 8 dmg.
She counters with two Basics.
Flow heals 3 HP.
Tuffle nanosuit heals 2 HP and restores 2 ki.
Sage Robes restore 3 Ki.
Defensive Phase
Basic #1: Rapid Fighting | 109 v 60 | Avoid (Rapid Movement)
Basic #2: Rapid Fighting | 128 v 60 (Crit!) | 8 dmg
Offensive Phase
Bonus Action:
Rapid Movement - Avoid 1 Non-Critical Move | -5 ki cost @ Basic 1
Standard Action: 1
Flagstaff Lunge (Basic) - (+10 Acc, Edge 2) @ Null
Acc: ehsY36XM1d100+30
Dmg: 1d12
Status Chance (00%): *Roll Here
Standard Action: 2
Flag and Shoulders (Basic) - (+10 Acc, Edge 2) @ Null
Acc: 1d100+30
Dmg: 1d12
Status Chance (00%): *Roll Here
At-Will: Name - Effect
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Edge 2: +10 Acc and +10 Def
FIGHTING STYLE
Heard of a Foreign God (Reserved)
Spirit (+15 Max Ki)
Flow (Restore 3 HP or Ki to self or comrade per turn (unless they are incapacitated))
TRAITS
Tactical Acumen (Talented: AW| Gain extra use of one Def/Util tech you know | 1/1)
Defiant Stand (Willpower: AW | Delay all damage to next turn | 2/2)
Empowered Charge (Rush: AW | Select 1 Single Super Attack per turn, to deal 25% dmg in case it misses)
Relentless Charge (Assault: AW | Roll two d100s for two Supers this turn and choose the better result | 2/2)
Preemptive Strike (Avarice: BA | Steal one non-artifact Gear item and put it in one of your Gear slots | 1/1)
EQUIPMENT
Outfit: Essence of Heart (Sage Robes: AW | +15 Max Ki | +3 Ki/turn when above 75% Ki)
Accessory: Foreign Energy (Tuffle Nanosuit: AW | Restore 2 HP and Ki to whole team unless incapacitated/exhausted | +10% PL to whole team)
Gear 1: Second Wind (Senzu Bean: BA | +15 Ki and HP | 1/1)
Gear 2: Tenacity (Dampening Field: BA | +10 Tou | 1/1)
OTHER ITEMS
Flag Storm (War Cruiser: AW | Roll 3d4 AOE DDmg | 1/1)
SUPER ATTACKS
Fullbuster Joust III (Single Signature | 2d12 | Ki -5 | Slashing | Immobilize)
TECHS
Instinct III (Sonic Sway: BAR | Ki -5 | Avoid all dmg that rolls nat 5 and under. MVT | 1/1)
Counter Charge III (Clash: SAR | Ki -15 | Negate 50% dmg and reflect 50% as DDmg | 1/1)
Parry III (Deflect: BAR | Ki -5 | Negate 50% dmg from 1 Super | 2/2)
Vengeful Guard III (Lightning Aura: BA | Ki -10 | Deal 1 DDmg per die that hits you. 4 Turns | 1/1)
Arsenal Gear III (Magic Materialization: BA | Ki -10 | Summon Gear item. -5 cost if in inventory | 1/1)
Regulus of the Indomitable White III (Paparapapa: BA/AW | Ki -5 | Summon sidekick. d6 DDmg. Leaves if you roll 2 or less. Sacrifice to negate 50% dmg | 1/1)
Road to Glory III (Revenger Charge: PA/AW | Gain up to 8 stacks when taking Super dmg. Use up to 2 stacks on a Super for +5 acc each)
Shining Lance III (Solar Flare: BA | Ki -5 | 60% chance to land 2 stacks of Blind and apply d6 DDmg | 2/2)
Mana Burst III (Freeze: BA | Ki -5 | 80% to land 2 stacks of Freeze | 2/2)
LEGENDARY
Ivory Bulwark III (Botamo Shield | Ki -15 | Negate 50% damage from all non-crit attacks for 3 turns | 1/1)
CURRENT PL: 681,915 22,000 Suppressed
HP: 87/90 | KI: 128/130 | DEF: 50 60 (Edge 2) | DMG DIE: d12 | ACC: +20 +30 (Pulling Punches/Edge 2) |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2018 18:55:08 GMT -5
Null had the sneaking suspicion he wasn't seeing the full brunt of Rhomynia's powers.
This both intrigued and irritated him. She weathered the storm of his barrage with ease, and did not attempt to deflect the attack at all. Perhaps he was holding back a smidgeonβafter all, Null wasn't accustomed to confronting women on the battlefield.
Still, she'd paid him for a fight, and he would not disappoint.
She seemed particularly interested in drawing out whatever potential still resided within Null. Maybe even moreso than he was. He found it a bit odd, to say the least, but there was little time to consider it as she launched her counterattack.
She struck at him with the flagstaff, aiming to drive its blunted end in his midsection once more. A palm thrust smacked it away with ease, and Null weaved between the downward strikes she aimed at his head and shoulders.
"Tch," he smacked the pole away, parrying the final strike. "It's like you're not even trying! You had better not be toying with me." He frowned, staring at her, as if trying to discern her very thoughts. "I'll have you know I am a capable warrior. You seem to be the same. So how about this?"
Null leaped into the air, right above Mynia, charging crackling energy in both of his hands.
"Let's see how your pole holds up against this attack!"
He fired two large beams of ki. They swirled about each other, forming into one large one as it flew towards the ground, directly at Rhomynia!
post count: 10 | πΈππππ
BATTLE TRACKER
DEFENSE ROUND
Enemy Attack #1: Flagstaff Lunge [Basic] | 62 vs 65 - miss!
Enemy Attack #2: Shoulder Whacks [Basic] | 37 vs 65 - miss!
ATTACK ROUND
Standard Action: Energy Blast | Basic Attack | 0 ki.
Acc - iWJhBwQC1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
Standard Action: Energy Blast | Basic Attack | 0 ki.
Acc - 1d100+30
Dmg - 1d8
BATTLE STATS
Base PL: 11,000 | Current PL: 11,000
HP: 60
KI: 95
ATK: d8
DEF: 65
ACC: 30
ACTIVE EFFECTS
Toughness: 13 points remaining.
FIGHTING STYLE - Tenacious
Courage - start with 15 toughness.
Mettle - Guard is used At-Will. Intercept used unlim. times.
TRAITS
Endure - Getting hit by Supers gives Endure stacks. 3 stacks of Endure gives 15 toughness. [Bonus Action]
EQUIPMENT
Weighted Clothing: Passive. +50% PL per post or 200 words.
OTHER ITEMS
SUPER ATTACKS
Void Bombardment | Barrage - Charging | -20 ki
TECHS
Kiai Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
Deflect Rank 1 - 1/1 uses
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