Kaiwareman (NPC)
5th Class
Posts: 12 
Race: Saibaman
Affiliation: NPC
Powerlevel: 200
HP: 10
KI: 40
Strength: 2
Agility: 4
Vitality: 1
Energy: 4
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Post by Kaiwareman (NPC) on Jun 27, 2015 12:50:24 GMT -6
Chittering maniacally as they sank in their grip all the more with Quizu's struggling, the Kaiwaremen activated their final attack, initiating the countdown to their inevitable destruction that was sure to take the low-powered fighter with them if he didn't do something very soon. Radiating pulsing light from their bodies, the little blue monsters turned their brilliant azure gazes up towards the red-skinned boy as their mouths widened into crazed grins, endorphins flooding their bodies to urge them onward with their self-destructive attacks. In a matter of seconds the Kaiwaremen reached their peak potential and then exploded, erupting in a cloud of gore and smoke that shrouded where Quizu once stood...
But what of the fighter?
Kaiwareman A: Self Destruct 2 (35 damage). Dead. Kaiwareman B: Self Destruct 2 (31 damage). Dead. |
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Quizu
5th Class
Posts: 27
Race: Zarbonian
Powerlevel: 420
HP: 40
KI: 70
Strength: 6
Agility: 12
Vitality: 4
Energy: 7
Zeni: 1750
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Post by Quizu on Jun 27, 2015 13:00:05 GMT -6
Where was he indeed? In this cloudy explosion, it seems like there was no way the kid would of survived. It wasn't for several moments before the smoke finally cleared, a picture was painted before them. In the middle of the battle field, on one knee and barely conscious was Quizu, his teal blood pooled around him, covered in bruises, cuts, and all sorts of damage. His upper top was completely destroyed and as were a good portion of his bottom attire. It was uncertain if the boy would fall over dead, or survive. That was, until he stood up and with a powerful roar. Declaring his own victory.
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Stats:
Health: 3 HP
Ki: Full
Attack: 0
Defense: 3 Dodge
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 27, 2015 13:08:02 GMT -6
Silence fell across the crowd in anticipation as Quizu's fate was yet to be revealed. Hiding himself away in the entryway to the crowd seating, Arba had ducked out of sight of the bald-headed Saiyan that he'd spilled his frozen yogurt on, an odd feeling in his stomach as he waited to hear the verdict of what was to come. Was this concern? The hybrid had never once worried over another person like that besides his family, it couldn't possibly be that. Ever in denial of his admiration of the Zarbonian, Arba remained in the entryway to the stands, anxiously awaiting the reveal just as much as anyone else in the stands.
When Quizu's roar of victory split the silence, the crowd responded with just as much enthusiasm, the display of victory by mettle throwing the Saiyans into a raucous frenzy of cheers for the young Zarbonian. He may not have been able to see it, but the sound alone was a relief to Arba, the Grunt smiling to himself beneath his cloak as he slipped off to take a break before observing the next match. "Good spirit, kid," Arba muttered under his breath, "Good spirit." |
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Sanson Leingod
5th Class
Posts: 29
Race: Terran
Affiliation: Free Galactic
Affiliation Rank: Recruit
Powerlevel: 585
HP: 60
KI: 100
Strength: 2
Agility: 8
Vitality: 6
Energy: 10
Zeni: 650
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Post by Sanson Leingod on Jun 28, 2015 8:46:07 GMT -6
Sanson simply shook his head at the chubby fighter's display. Sure, the kid showed skills that surprised him, but after all, the guy had the discipline of a child. As the crowd's roar quieted, Sanson stood and headed toward the bunkhouse. He had little interest in the fights for now. He realized now that he'd need to train and master flight if he had a chance of not looking like a fool in this tournament.
On his way out of the arena, he'd stop for a young vendor, and purchase a bottle of red juice. It was sweet and invigorating. Sanson thanked the lass, and headed toward the off-worlder bunkhouse.
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