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Post by Lotus on Jun 7, 2015 23:28:01 GMT -6
As the crowd roars over the show of the last fight, the announcer, a tall and burly saiyan calls forth the next fighter. "From Frieza's newest bunch of recruits, Arba Starshine, enter the arena!". The crowd booed as another of Frieza's men were called into the arena.
The arena itself was filled with scorch marks and signs of battle. Several fights had taken place, and the preliminaries were nearly over. The arena was about the size of a football field, and the floor was made of a sand and blood mix. The area was surrounded by a railing that held back the crowd. On the royal throne sat Frieza. His Generals stood to either side of him. King Vegeta stood to the left with his arms crossed. The young prince Vegeta watched the tournament eagerly. He awaited his turn to prove that noble blood was superior by right.
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42 
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 7, 2015 23:32:44 GMT -6
Jojo waited in the stands with the screaming masses of saiyans and myriad smatterings of other races that Frieza had brought with him, eager to see these primitive louts beat one another to death. The thought of their blood drenching the already-stained sand until it was a brackish sanguine muck brought a smile to his immense lips and a warmth to his heart, right next to his coin purse. Or maybe it simply was his coin purse feeling warm in the light of the potential money to be made from the broken and beaten contenders.
He deftly wove his way through the crowd down to the ringside seats, where the dignitaries of the locals and travelers sat to observe the show. Seeming to appear next to the nobility from nothing, he stood behind them and waited impatiently for the next bloodbath to begin.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 8, 2015 7:29:46 GMT -6
Strolling slowly into the arena as his name was called clad in a cloak that covered him from head to toe, Arba took note of the layout of where he was going to be fighting and what important figures were in the crowd. Dragging the tail of his cloak behind him until he reached a stop, the hybrid tilted back his head, a flash of blue illuminated by the red light of Vegeta's sun, appearing almost violet with the strange hues of this planet. Who was he looking at, was it Frieza? Prince Vegeta? Someone else?
Dropping his gaze from the stands as he hunched low to the ground, the recruit adopted a kneeling posture momentarily, preparing to perform something he'd been practicing since he'd arrived on the planet. Summoning up his courage and banishing all shred of inhibition from his mind, Arba suddenly pushed himself upward with all of his strength and grace, pirouetting on his toes and swirling his cloak around in a thrashing of dark fabric that almost resembled an errant maple seedpod. Tossing the cloak straight up into the air and revealing his pose he'd worked on for this exact occasion, Arba stood with his left leg bent and his right leg to the rear, right arm extended skyward with fingers outstretched towards the crimson sun of Vegeta, the back of his left hand set against his hip and his chin lifted with his gaze locked directly on Frieza and his Generals, hoping that Captain Ginyu witnessed his posture.
To complete the pose, Arba had hand selected exactly what he was going to wear in the ring today: Only the formfitting shorts of a GFA uniform and boots to match, the scar he'd earned from surviving Captain Ginyu's attack displayed plain as day and his blaster held on his hip by a belt that hung stylishly low on one side. Flamboyant? Yes.
As his cloak fluttered to the ground behind him, Arba waited for his foe to be revealed. He couldn't care less if the crowd hated him, he actually felt pretty awesome after pulling off that little stunt. Perhaps now he even understood a little why Captain Ginyu appreciated the posing so much. |
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Saibaman (NPC)
5th Class
Posts: 10
Powerlevel: 225
HP: 30
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 3
Vitality: 3
Energy: 2
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Post by Saibaman (NPC) on Jun 8, 2015 14:59:53 GMT -6
A pair of saibamen rushed into the arena, hoping to kill the Hera-Jin. The two laughed excitedly as Nappa announced the start of the fight. "Now let's see if one of Frieza's new recruits can best our own Saibamen!"
"GIgiGIgiGI!" The pair of saibamen launched an assault on the Hera-Jin. The first thrust a clawed hand high toward Arba's throat, while the second sweepkicked low, hoping to knock him off his feet. The two seemed very aggressive and intent on defeating the Hera-Jin.
The crowd cheered the Saibamen on. Up on the throne, Frieza scoffed. "What a waste of time. Who hosts a battle of ants to entertain me?" It appeared that he was not enjoying this in the slightest.
[Saiba1][HP 30/30][Ki 20/20][Attack: Arba 3](2D)
[Saiba2][HP 30/30][Ki 20/20][Attack: Arba 3](2D)
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Leo
5th Class
Posts: 42
Race: Genie
Affiliation: none
Powerlevel: 425
HP: 20
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 5
Vitality: 2
Energy: 2
Zeni: 675
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Post by Leo on Jun 8, 2015 16:32:34 GMT -6
As he watched the blue guy break into interpretive dance, Jojo snorted incredulously and shouted, "Ha, gay!" The crowd of barbaric primitives would likely agree with him on that account, but who could say what the other observers near the dignitaries' box might think. Maybe they were fancy enough to appreciate the intricacies of the half-blood's performance or something.
Jojo couldn't help but silently agree with the icerian dictator's assessment of the fights so far. These little guys were hardly going to be entertaining to watch get snuffed, and if the blue guy couldn't beat them, he was just as big a disappointment.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 9, 2015 5:51:38 GMT -6
So, Saibamen was it? Unimpressed by the duo of ankle-biters that rushed towards him with their frantic chattering, Arba reckoned that the crowd must be equally bored with the fights if this was all the preliminaries consisted of. Instead of going all out right off the bat, the hybrid decided to play up the part of rookie fighter and allow the enemy to get comfortable with him appearing weak, as well as to sandbag for the crowd a bit and maybe irritate them a bit more when he pulled it back around later.
Fully aware that he could easily dodge one if not both of them by the merit of his speed alone, Arba threw up an exaggerated guard as the Saibamen closed in seemingly slow motion. Crossing his arms in front of his face to block the throat-high attack, the Hera-jin allowed the Saibaman's claws to dig into the flesh of his arms and draw blood as he watched the second one drop low, using his backwards step as a vulnerability to outright trip him. Instead of resisting, Arba went down hard, using his impressive agility to exaggerate the blow like a perfectly staged fight, bouncing slightly before rolling to his hands and knees and wiping saliva from his mouth with the back of his arm, smearing blood from the fresh cut on his face and playing up his wounds. "No... You two are just too quick... What am I supposed to do?"
HP: 26/30, Ki: 40/40, No action taken. |
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Saibaman (NPC)
5th Class
Posts: 10
Powerlevel: 225
HP: 30
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 3
Vitality: 3
Energy: 2
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Post by Saibaman (NPC) on Jun 12, 2015 14:11:41 GMT -6
The pair of saibaman laughed uncontrollably as their prey admitted inevitable defeat. Both Saibamen charged him recklessly. The pair shot a volley of acid at Arba. The yellow-green ichor from both saibamen practically combined into one dangerous attack. It seemed the Hera-Jin was doomed to die this day.
From Frieza's side, a blue haired terran utters, "Wait, didn't I kill that guy?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion and intrigue.
In the stands, a young saiyan female was selling some sort of frozen yogurt. It seemed to be a saiyan delicacy.
[Saiba1][HP Full, Ki 17/20][Ki Attack: Arba (3)(5D)
[Saiba2][HP Full, Ki 17/20][Ki Attack: Arba (3)(5D)
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 12, 2015 17:23:09 GMT -6
Although such an attack was sure to put a hurting on Arba if he allowed it to strike, it wasn't quite yet time to drop the metaphorical sand from his pockets and go all out yet... Pushing himself up and dodging out of the way of the first volley, Arba intentionally throws himself in the way of the second and takes it right to the upper torso, coating the entire right half of his upper chest, shoulder, and arms. The reaction of pain that followed was quite real, despite all of his theatrics up to this point, though it might have been exaggerated some, "OH FUCK! THAT HURTS! SHIT!"
It appeared that Arba had completely lowered his guard at this point, the hybrid frantically trying to get the acidic ichor off by doing some sort of dance and swiping at it with his bare left hand which was doing more harm than good. Was he REALLY this pathetic? The Saiyans must at least be enjoying his failure here in the Arena.
HP: 21/30, Ki: Full, No Attack, Dodge 4. |
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Saibaman (NPC)
5th Class
Posts: 10
Powerlevel: 225
HP: 30
KI: 20
Strength: 2
Agility: 3
Vitality: 3
Energy: 2
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Post by Saibaman (NPC) on Jun 12, 2015 17:44:31 GMT -6
"Gigigigi!" The saibamen chanted in unison as they made quick work of their opponent. Their signature move had connected, and Arba would soon be down and out. The pair glanced up at Nappa, who passed the look to Frieza.
Frieza passed a finger across his throat. Nappa nodded in response to the signal. "Lord Frieza has given the order! Finish him. No mercy for the weak!". The cruel Lord had given the order for one of his own men to be killed by saibaman. What a fate.
The saibamen' cry grew shrill as they went in for the kill. The first Saibaman leapt at Arba in an attempt to cling to his chest. The second joined the first, but grasped at Arba from behind. Any scouters would display a sudden concentration of power in both saibamen.
Saiba1 Ki 14/20. Ki charge 3, grapple 3.
Saiba2 Ki 14/20. Ki charge 3, grapple 3.
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 12, 2015 18:06:44 GMT -6
Ah yes, Frieza was not known for having mercy on his subordinates, it was not entirely unexpected that he gave the sign for Arba's execution from up there in the stands. As the Saibamen leapt in to grapple with the Hybrid they were sure to defeat, Arba simply smirked, seemingly pleased in the face of death. "You little bastards really are confident you're going to win, huh," the grunt observed aloud with an air of amusement, unbothered by the fact that he was grappled and he could practically feel their ki concentrating for a large attack, "What if I told you I've been holding back this entire time and you just stepped right into my trap. Do you really believe my power level was just for show?"
Flexing his muscles tightly, Arba puffed himself up slightly to free his arms from the grapple before raising one to the sky and outstretching his fingers, the other planting on his hip while his left leg bent and his right extended, the grunt assuming the pose he'd entered into the ring with. In this, what may be his final moment, Arba gave off only a sense of pride and grace, presumably not wanting to die without looking his absolute best. "LISTEN UP, YOU SAIYAN RABBLE, I'M ONLY GOING TO SAY THIS ONCE," Arba began shouting into the stands, "DON'T SEND THESE WEAKLINGS TO TEST ME, I'LL ONLY MAKE A GAME OF THEIR PATHETIC ATTEMPTS!"
Just what in the world was Arba thinking? There was no detectable leap in his ki concentration, and yet he was acting as if HE was about to win.
HP: 21/30, Ki: Full, No action taken. |
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