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Post by Lotus on Jun 26, 2015 14:51:25 GMT -6
The smell of sweat and sand filled the arena by now. Several fights had already taken place, with multiple types of foes. It seemed the first rounds were almost complete. The crowd grew restless, and vendors began walking through yelling about fried this, and frozen that. Wine and ale was passed around for all in order to hopefully keep them amused for the last matches of the first round.
"Sanson Leingod." Nappa announced. "A roaming warrior. Looks like another nobody. Let's throw some more Kaiwaremen into the arena, see how this guy does." By now it seemed, even Nappa was bored of playing announcer.
Frieza too seemed bored. Those near him would hear the quiet droll of a snore coming from the tyrant.
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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 26, 2015 14:58:39 GMT -6
Sanson walked steadily into the sandy floored arena. It seemed relatively small. He didn't like that. Not much chance of keeping distant in the fights to come. Sanson grumbled lightly as he stretched out a bit. He hopefully wouldn't need to break a sweat on this first match, though he wasn't really here for the tournament. He was here to check on the FGA's numbers and strength. Maybe even recruit a few viable individuals that were malcontent with Frieza's rule.
Sanson smirked and commented boldy, though his distance from the crowd might have limited their ability to hear him. "Just send out my opponent. I don't have all day." He closed his eyes and concentrated on his core as he awakened his inner ki wavelengths. Just in case he didn't need to hold back, he'd be ready. In a flash, he opened his eyes in anticipation for the fight to come. If the saiyans viewed this battle as a showing of their pride, it paled in comparison to Sanson's. He truly was the last of his kind, aside from Captain Ginyu, the body thief. Sanson scanned the crowd around Frieza, and the Captain of the Ginyu Force was nowhere to be found, which was probably a good thing.
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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 26, 2015 15:31:56 GMT -6
That pride may yet be his downfall... As Sanson calls out for his enemy to be sent in, three miniature blue men spring up from the sand around him, eager to do battle and taste blood once more. Dancing about in erratic jiggles and wiggles, the Kaiwaremen chitter in a chorus of noises, their faces permanently stretched into outlandish grins. "Gigigigigi..." Cartwheeling and herky-jerkying their way around him in a chaotic display, the three Kaiwaremen begin picking up the pace, their frantic motions becoming even more disorienting until they practically became a blur.
One by one each broke off from the circle of death, dashing for their foe and aiming to claw him... One seeking to scar his face, another tearing out to slash at his chest, and the third aiming to take out a chunk of his thigh. Quick though he was and as slow as they were, could Sanson really keep up with three opponents?
Kaiwaremen A: HP Full, Ki Full, MA 2 (2 D) Kaiwaremen B: HP Full, Ki Full, MA 2 (2 D) Kaiwaremen C: HP Full, Ki Full, MA 2 (2 D)
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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 26, 2015 15:36:50 GMT -6
Jojo watched as the mook with the armor issues made his way into the arena. At least he'd managed to wring some money from the sap before he headed out to get himself killed. He was feeling dreadfully bored of watching these expendable little plant people wander around and die. Even when they killed their opponents, half the time they died anyway. The entire tournament so far had been a total disappointment.
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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 26, 2015 15:48:58 GMT -6
Sanson's body was a waterfall of ki as the blue creatures leapt at him from nowhere. In a blur that only the trained eye could follow, Sanson shifted into a pair of himself. Sanson quickly moved through the sea of kaiwaremen and released a precision blast toward one of them. It appeared that the three would maul Sanson's body, until it glimmered out of existance like some kind of illusion. Just behind one of the three, Sanson stood with a gouge in his chest armor, and a similar gouge in his leg armor.
Sanson smirked as he released a channeled blast toward the back of the poor creature. These things had numbers, which could be bad, but from the readings on Sanson's scouter, they'd hardly be a challenge to a master of ki like himself. "Boo" He'd taunt callously before firing the blast at the kaiwareman.
HP Full (Armor 21/25)
Ki 74/80
Ki attack 3, 10 damage (8 energy +2 ki)
Dodge 3 (2 afterimage+1 dodge)
Ki counter 3, 10 damage (8 energy +2 ki)
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 26, 2015 23:00:09 GMT -6
Now THIS was an interesting change of pace. If Quizu had been a stylish fighter, Sanson was outright theatrical in his startoff. For once in his life, Arba found himself not purely envious of a display of ki so brazen, but instead he found himself fascinated with the Terran's antics. Leaning forward in his seat and hailing a serving girl who was making rounds with an alcoholic beverage, the hybrid found himself once-more pleased and surprised when the one responding to his flagging was none other than the slender girl from before, his eyes lingering on her with the lecherous gaze that all the offworlders were giving her. There was something addicting about the freedom he had right now, it pushed the hybrid far outside of his usual comfort zone and brought out sides of him that he never knew he had... Maybe it was Vegeta's crimson sun.
Forking over another handful of Zeni for an earthware cup of Saiyan wine, the grunt imbibes a little of the warm and fruity beverage, the light and pleasant burn of the alcohol tingling the back of his throat. Amazed at the sensation as well as still pleased with the spectacular start of the fight below, Arba's gaze slipped off of the Saiyan serving girl and returned to the battle. Yes, reveal more of your secrets to Arba so that he can steal your tricks.
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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 26, 2015 23:14:36 GMT -6
Sanson wasn't a chump, eh? That was good! The crowd roared to life at the Terran's display of ki and attitude, impressed with his pomp. As the azure-haired fighter enjoys his momentary dominance over the three Kaiwaremen, two more attack from below, hands springing up from beneath his feet in an attempt to grab him and drag him down!
Kaiwareman D & E: HP Full, KI Full, individual grapples 2 and 2.
Now things were heating up as the surprise attack from below got the crowd even more excited, the alcohol enhancing the already raucous behavior of the Saiyans and practically throwing them into a frenzy. "Kill 'em! Kill that filthy offworlder! Make a mess of his face!" The two Kaiwaremen who'd been blasted by Sanson's ki assaults had recovered themselves from their trip to the sand and redoubled their efforts, chittering ferociously as they teamed up with their third and dove in for the potentially trapped combatant... It was an outright Saibaswarm!
Kaiwareman A: HP 7, Ki 37, Martial Arts 2 (2d), Evade 3 (2 dodge, 1 Afterimage), Ki Barrier 2 Kaiwareman B: HP 7, Ki 37, Martial Arts 2 (2d), Evade 3 (2 dodge, 1 Afterimage), Ki Barrier 2 Kaiwareman C: HP 10, Ki Full, Martial arts 2 (2d).
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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 26, 2015 23:32:15 GMT -6
Sanson was taken back by the surprise swarm of Kaiwaremen. Again, he used a special technique of his race and blurred away from the mass. The Kaiwaremen were weak and slow. The shouldn't be any serious problem for him. After vanishing from where he stood, Sanson fired charged blasts at the two surprise Kaiwaremen. To Sanson's own astonishment, despite his skillful maneuver, he was held in place. Sure, he had successfully eluded one of the Kaiware's grasp, but the second still gripped his leg, not fooled by his afterimage technique. He looked on in momentary horror as the original three Kaiwaremen leaped upon him. Luckily, the space genie's armor was serving its purpose for now, but how long could it endure such savagery?
HP Full (Armor 15/25)
Ki 68/80
Ki attack 4, Kaiware D (10 damage)
Dodge 4, Kaiware E
Ki counter 4, Kaiware E (9 damage)
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Post by Arba Starshine on Jun 26, 2015 23:46:49 GMT -6
Five Kaiwaremen? What had Sanson done that had incurred such odds against him? Oh well, it wasn't as though Arba had any particular reason to feel sorry for the poor bastard being swarmed right now, but he certainly did feel compelled to join in the revelry and cheer for somebody... perhaps it was the effect of the drink he was imbibing? Selecting the underdog in this situation, Arba leaned forward in his seat and hollered spiritedly, "Come on blue-hair, shake 'em free!"
WAIT A MINUTE... That hair, it was so vivid, so distinct, so... familiar. Paused in his cheering and suddenly forced to think about where and why the man in the arena looked so familiar, Arba sipped at his beverage and stared intently, trying to compare him to faces he'd seen in the GFA. Who was this Terran? They'd said his name was Sanson Leingod, but Arba was unfamiliar with anyone by that surname. |
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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 26, 2015 23:57:33 GMT -6
Blasted into blue and violet vapor by Sanson's desperate ki attack, one of the Kaiwaremen who had formerly been clinging to his ankle was now little more than color painting the sanding black... The other held on desperately for dear-life, having survived the attack by sheer good fortune. Still clinging to Sanson's ankle and smoking from his burns, the Kaiwareman's frown turned into a wide rictus grin as he began cackling wildly, igniting the fuse in his genetics that could spell doom for the Terran battler, energy pulsing from his body in ominous intervals like the ticking of a clock that rapidly accelerated.
Kaiwareman E: HP 1, Self Destruct 2(all the ki.)
The three others knew not to get close at this point unless they wanted to get blasted to death instantly by the final attack of their comrade grappling with the Terran, so as their ally lit his fuse, the three of them backed off, the two injured fighters diving into the sand to retreat for now and leaving their third comrade behind to dance and jiggle, jeering Sanson in his perceived doom.
Kaiwaremen A&B: HP 7, temporary retreat.
Kaiwareman C: HP 10, remains. Taunt. |
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