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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2021 22:12:44 GMT
Power Level: 65
For the most part. Han didn't know if he wanted to be here; he was currently trying to make apart the roster of this little, local tournament. How did it begin? Well, let's say it all started a while ago, after some hygienic routine was done that he stumbled upon a TV announcement: the West City Prix!
Was it spelled Pri or Prick? The latter would have been hilarious, honestly. But he eyed the announcement and watched with careful eyes, that morning. He never got too much into fighting before; why? Because he had no reason to. It wasn't like he didn't want to or 'had to deny the thought', but rather, he never even thought that kind of stuff could be a hobby, a sport or an achievement.
Well, a sport, yes. Of course. He had heard about martial arts before but when one had the connections comparable to a primate who lived under a rock; he had no chance or suggestion to ever get into it.
He blinked for the longest time, but in the end, he decided to give it a shot.
And now here he was. At one end of the fighting grounds; a plain, square ground with some insignia down. There wasn't a lot of people but not just because people didn't care, but it was down on a provincial level of West City. Yet again, some of it was being recorded and broadcast across the globe on private channels for people who were interested in this kind of things.
Soon enough Han's attention would move upon the crowd, it wasn't very loud but he wasn't used to having THIS many eyes on him. It was awkward and yet somehow his skin began to feel 'stitches'. It wasn't completely unpleasant, to some extent he almost felt in love with this sensation. But he couldn't quite figure out what to make of it. Instead he immediately moved his attention.
To the announcer.
'And in this corner, Han!'
The blue boy couldn't help but blink. That was pretty lame. He expected some kind of tragic, cool backstory put together in one-line to be exclaimed even since some of the application forms were quite invasive about one's identity. But he guessed this dude was just crap at his job.
Or Han was just that unimpressive maybe! As a newbie, he wasn't really known. Not to mention that the announcer himself looked barely professional, put up together in a sweater and short pants, with transparent glasses on his face.
Fuck that dude.
Anyway, the announcer soon got ready to announce the other contestant for this brawl. Han himself shifted his gaze towards them and awaited for the individual to show themselves and to greet them, as soon as they could have a minute, outside of the announcer's one-liners.
"Hey! I'm Han."
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Post by Majin Bluu on Feb 15, 2021 20:07:02 GMT
When fighting under the banner of 'Satan Castle' and it's dojo there were only two things that really mattered. These two things were fame and glory, aspects her teachers talked about often. If the Satan style was to become mainstream again, they would need victories, and those could only be won through competition. It was in that regard where Bluu excelled. She currently held an undefeated professional record, but had only participated in a few tournaments. Today would be just another competition for her, but a big publicity stunt for her dojo. In the wemon's locker room she would find herself getting dressed for the occasion, wearing her standard tank top and pants. Her first opponent was suppose to be pretty skilled in his own right, but he would need more than 'pretty' skilled to defeat her. The woman had a passion for not only combat, but showmanship. If someone was to walkaway from the ring with all the glory, it needed to be her. Making a few final adjustments to her orange headband, the majin would make her way to the ring from the lockers. Stepping into the arena, she would immediately be announced by the buffer. "--And in this corner! Representing Satan Castle, the dojo of the legendary Hercule Satan, Majin Bluu!" Rather than being met by cheers, much of the crowd would being whispering amongst each other. The rumor of Satan Castle still being around was true, and she would spread that truth across the world. Admiring her own nails for a moment, the young woman would then set her gaze on Han. Her opponent seemed tough, but ever so slightly weaker based on what she could sense. "If you want to surrender, now's the time." She would jokingly remark. Combat TrackerCurrent PL: 80 HP: 160/160 Ki: 100/100 Action 1 - Ki Sense (Senses Han's PL) Action 2 - Pass Action 3 - Pass
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2021 22:20:07 GMT
Han calmly awaited. At the time, he didn't wear much of a fighter's outfit; mostly because he didn't have any kind of outfit that could even look remotely close to a martial artist's. In it all, he walked up with a white shirt and lengthy, loose jeans-like pants. They were not as dark, but quite light and they were stretchy enough to allow for movement. The fabric was almost consumed honestly. He blinked quietly and looked up.
"Is it because of my clothes that I didn't get a cool introduction?"
He thought to himself. Quite puzzled was he, but even sooner would he soon be concerned by something— no, somebody else. A remarkable person. The announcer once more spoke and brought up the very existence and portfolio of the challenger: Majin Bluu!
Hell, even Han repeated the exclamation in his head.
"I hate you. With all of my hate."
The blue-haired boy thought towards the announcer with an unpleased look before he soon looked over the one he was supposed to face. A Majin, no less. Despite him being clueless about other species, Majins were something he at least got to see every now and then. So, he didn't react particularly surprised, albeit he only believed this was taking a turn for the worse.
Not only Han didn't have any fighting experience ever, but this one was from one of those dojos no less!
"Offer me an ice cream and maybe I'll consider that."
He smiled briefly and let his fists come up, close to his chest; somehow trying to imitate a boxer's stance. But he didn't really know anything whatsoever about that. He didn't even know how to throw a punch honestly. Yet, the source of his power could at least be very clear that he was no regular human.
"Okay... slow now..."
Han began to pace forward, his very temper felt very tense no less. His eyes were hardly focusing on what was ahead, as he didn't exactly know what to expect: was she going to move, let him have the first hit or what? The boy didn't know what to expect.
But exactly for that reason he suddenly forgot about the whole pacing thing and let his legs run; he began to run towards her and leapt, almost like as if he wanted to jump her— and with a clumsly closed fist, he tried to carve it right into her face!
Current PL: 65 HP: 130/130 Ki: 100/100 Action 1 - Throwing a fist in Bluu's face! Action 2 - Pass Action 3 - Pass
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Post by Majin Bluu on Feb 15, 2021 23:09:02 GMT
Bluu could tell the guy's confidence was off. Based on the way he was announced, the way he dressed, even the way he spoke. Could she really bribe him to throw the match for an ice cream? That half-way tempted her. Even still, there was a fight to be had, and winning by default wouldn't bring too much recognition to her style. In actuality, combat was the only option. Seeing that both combatants were ready, the announcer would throw down his arm to exclaim "Begin!" This was when she saw the man move forward with a punch most warriors would call pretty weak. It didn't help his case that the target was a majin. Their kind were more durable than most, and wound need strong attacks to inflict serious damage. The clutched fist would bang against the girl's forehead, causing a slight bit of pain, but not even a flinch. "Huh, nice punch." she'd say with a smirk. Seeing it was her turn to strike back, the young woman would aim to beat down her opponent as much as possible. Establishing dominance early was her style after all. Hopping up from the ground and darting forward with an extended leg, the young woman would shout "Dynamite Kick!" the first of many techniques her school was famous for. Following this initial strike, she would the rear back her right arm to infuse it with ki, launching her fist forward this time, she would announce "Satan punch!"Finishing the combo well would be tricky without one final technique, but a flying knee may do the job. Smirking to herself, the majin would launch her body upward in an attempt to knee the guy's lower jaw. All the while, the announcer would be standing in awe, narrating every move of the exchange. "WOW, those moves are textbook Hercule Satan! If the old champ could see his students now, he would be proud!" Combat TrackerCurrent PL: 80 HP: 157/160 (3.25 damage inflicted, will round down) Ki: 80/100 Action 1 - Dynamite Kick (Tier 2, 10 ki, 10% PL damage) Action 2 - Megaton Punch (Tier 2, 10 ki, 10% PL damage) Action 3 - Flying Knee (Tier 1, basic attack 5% PL damage)
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2021 0:44:18 GMT
His fist landed. His very knuckles yet landed a shockwave down the Majin's forehead, and yet as it expanded, he could feel less and less that he was actually touching a real person. It wasn't as if he was having contact with somebody; if he hit somebody in the face, he at least expected them to react in a significant way.
He imagined somebody basically drawing back and backing off or at least do something about it that expressed pain. This one however left him stale, and had him blink; it felt like he hit her but also not, at the same time. All at once, basically.
Han's head couldn't help but tilt. Not just out of his confused state of being, but even because he wanted to try and peek at her; was she hurt? Did he make her pass out so easily? Maybe fighting really was easier than he thought. But of course things couldn't just be that easy, as the moment he peeked, he actually saw the being, in a healthy shape and a smug expression, too.
"O-oh? It was nice? Thanks."
He naturally said, with the same smile he plastered from before over his features. His eyes and all didn't really seem to blink or react anyhow until a few extra milliseconds passed; his eyes shut and opened once more, his brow began to question his very placement on his face as it rose.
"Hold up..."
Turns out, if it was her style to dominate early; it was his to be dominated. With very little much of a moment to think about it, she hopped away. His very feet followed by stuttering and stumbling back, trying to put some distance but she soon came, rushing at him with his eyes wide open— a dynamite kick?! Was she hiding bombs in her leg? Out of instinct he would have tried to dodge but he quite couldn't, so instead his body took the full damage of that thing.
His body reared, his lungs gasped it all out; he was out of breath. He didn't remember ever being harmed like this and now he felt it, his body was shaken. Perhaps infused with adrenaline even, but right now, all he could hear were the bells rung in his forehead; however, it wasn't the kind of bells middle-aged women would hear when they saw a potential companion but rather, the very kind of 'fuck what's going on' bells, in his brain. But as this time she once more came at him, he instead reacted differently; having now felt the damage from one hit, every cell of his body wanted to prevent something alike of the previous strike, and therefore, Han instinctively launched his palm forth— to catch and block the fist.
However. Even then, he didn't have a sense of aim and the palm missed the fist completely. The damage, spiritually and physically, began to travel through his body; his very arm and shoulder began to shake, tremble and be reckoned away by the impact from the strike, causing him to moan out and once more step back. But even then, she continued, this time with a flying knee—
But the third time was the magic shot, instead.
Or not, as the strike once more hit his arm that tried to at least parry it. But it didn't do much instead as it just hurt the middle part of his limb. He cackled and sought for oxygen and air in his lungs, taking heavy breaths. His very body aching right now and his goddamn brain asking 'how the fuck does blocking work even?!', but not outloud. He had no time to think about words.
With no hesitation, the blue-haired boy in such a pinch could only do the quickest thing his instincts could muster up: something that perhaps could be perceived as animalistic and alike of a primate, but nevertheless, after his arm got the final strike's damage, he soon let said limb slide against her leg and to reach further up the foot.
His head instead leaned once more forth, his never-ending grip tightening but not from his hand but rather, his whole mouth let itself gape open— wide enough for his unhuman fangs to be revealed, as they took a mouthful of her thigh. His very fangs slowly trying to carve within the 'flesh', if that could be a term for Majins.
Yet of course he was not here to eat.
Especially not a real person, instead it was all a ruse to either paralyze her briefly or at least move her attention away from him, as he couldn't quite know much about fighting as of now he could at least try and learn from her. With no hesitation began his relentless assault (although, one could debate whether or not it was really that lacking of self-control).
His fist launched itself up her chin, the very trail it left behind spoke for one of the punches he could have thrown well but not because he had learned anything new about it; but the odd position he would be in, forced him to frail with his arms and use actual kinetic energy instead of a still punch, in a sense.
However he couldn't just stop there— were his fangs not free yet, even Han would let go, just for his right foot to stomp the ground before him. The very fighting ring was now carved with his foot, as seemingly his body was heavier than what it looked like and his eyes glowed with intensity at the stranger. Wide they were and his expression was far less collected and gentle, rather now it was the face of one so invested into something he perhaps was not even aware of what he was really doing.
Now, however, of course he didn't just 'stomp the ground'. Neither was it going to affect her anyhow, but instead he needed to hold himself in place. To hold himself stable, in a sense. He couldn't just do what he was about to without expecting to lose some balance for the next few seconds; so all he could do, or in the least, was to try and shorten the amount of time he'd be vulnerable shortly after.
"Haaa... man. I begin to feel funny. Let's keep going, Bluu!"
Just as his foot came down, before him, so did his back arch before. His eyes yet however unrelenting to stare at the Majin, with his head following the direction of the back until it all bounced back; he threw his head forth as a projectile to try and headbutt her.
Some could say it wasn't really elegant, maybe most of his moves weren't so far. But sadly that was all he could do right now; imitate either his opponent, or think up about some manga panels he must have read at some point in his life.
Current PL: 65 HP: 110/130 -20 Ki: 100/100 Action 1 - Thigh Bite! (Basic, 5% PL = 3 damage, no Ki cost) Action 2 - Punch up the chin! (Basic, 5% PL = 3 damage, no Ki cost) Action 3 - Butting heads! (Basic, 5% PL = 3 damage, no Ki cost)
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Post by Majin Bluu on Feb 16, 2021 2:42:37 GMT
What she though to be a fair exchange of strikes quickly became a full-on beat down. Every attack she had thrown landed, something she didn't actually expect to accomplish. Her opponent was unskilled, but did have some strength to absorb the attacks thrown his way. The poor guy should have taken the ice cream and surrendered, but where would the fun in that be? After her own onslaught had ended, the man would bite back, literally. Fang-like teeth would find themselves dug into Bluu's putty. Her body was like that of clay, malleable. After the teeth came a punch to her chin, causing her to stumble back a few feet before finally intercepting a headbutt. After taking all the punishment her body was heavily distorted and twisted from the blows. Her skin would begin to ripple like waves for a moment as she shook her head, but in a sudden poof would stabilize as good as new... Only on the outside. Internally, she had taken a beating herself. "Aggressive. I can respect that. Let's give these people a show Hans..."The fight was seriously beginning to heat up, mean she would have to resort to more dangerous combinations. One advantage majin's had over other's was flexibility, and stretchiness. Jumping back a few feet to create distance, the woman would punch forward in a similar manner to before, but with a catch. Her arm would extend in length to land the strike from a distance, if she was successful. Following this up, she would then raise a leg that would fly across the ring towards her opponent, but her body would once again remain stationary. Deciding to finish up the combo right this time, the blue girl would dart forward with an extended fist, offering one final Satan Punch towards the torso of her opponent. Her attacks were fierce, but she could feel her energy beginning to fall. Mighty blow after mighty blow wasn't always a good long term strategy. The crowd on the other hand seemed to be loving the display. "Try and keep up now." She would say with a cocky grin. Combat TrackerCurrent PL: 80 HP: 148/160 (9 damage inflicted) Ki: 60/100 (10 Regen, 30 spent) Action 1 - Megaton Punch (Tier 2, 10 ki, 10% PL damage) Action 2 - Dynamite Kick (Tier 2, 10 ki, 10% PL damage) Action 3 - Megaton Punch (Tier 2, 10 ki, 10% PL damage)
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Post by Ayami on Feb 16, 2021 3:33:27 GMT
[Thread PL: 705 (Suppressed to 10)][Current Outfit: Combat Jumpsuit][Osmium Training Plates Equipped! PL Gains Doubled!][Super Compressed Training Gauntlets Equipped! EXP Doubled, Dodging percentage reduced by 10%] While the battle between the two competitors raged on something was happening within the crowd. A strange hooded figure concealed by a hot pink cloak made their way through the crowds, pushing and weaving between people until they made it stage-side. The sunlight hit the shaded face behind the viel, gleaming with reflected light...The figure giggled maniacally."Nyehehehe~...The time to make my entrance is coming~! The winner of this fight won't expect my big sirprise~..."Championship bound fighters...That was what the hooded person saw as they looked around this small time arena. This was by no means the Budokai which all martial artists strived for, but a victory here would put someone in good graces for the world stage, and THAT'S why this strange person was here, giving off an intimidating aura just by being there. The crowd gathered around them slowly shifted away, giving them an awkward amount of space...The announcer gleefully commentated over the ongoing battle."I don't believe it folks!!! This back and forth is the stuff dreams are made of! Oooohh but those teeth are gonna leave a mark!"Something odd began happening. It was subtle bit no less pronounced. The announcer's microphone started glitching out. Cutting out here and there, pitch and volume going from one extreme to the next, the man huffed in frustration and tapped it, trying to get it to stop. A couple of on-sigh technicians stepped over to the MC, Checking his microphone over for any kinks or issues...Meanwhile this hot pink stranger just kept watching the unfolding fight, tapping a gloved index finger where their ear would be.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2021 0:05:05 GMT
His teeth sunk into her goo-like body with no hesitation. Well, kind of. His mind did scream a little at the mere fact that he was currently biting a living person, and even worse, in front of many other people. But in another way, his heart felt committed to said action and not uncaring but rather sure she probably didn't suffer this the way others would have.
His saliva couldn't help but leave a trail over her thigh, and his lips too, touched the skin. Honestly, it left an odd taste but not as unpleasant as he imagined human skin would have left— the latter would have definitely been very iron-like, disgusting. Instead a Majin's apparently didn't feel that weird.
Not that he was going to make this a habit, of course.
Yet, even more important was that his fists did indeed connect. And the moment they did, each time, his ears sung a pleasing song to his heart. Every now and then, that he hit the target, he could only feel more enthusiastic and excited. He couldn't contain himself, at each strike that followed, and at long last, even the headbutt... whilst a little more 'risky', had him feel exhilarated.
His very heart couldn't stop pounding. No wonder he felt funny if anything.
"I am sure they like it, but what about you? Enjoying the show?"
Han asked with a smile. Maybe somebody would have thought he was being cocky but he was genuinely interested to hear some sort of impression about his fighting, since he never did any. But Bluu had other plans, as instead, she jumped away.
Han couldn't help but feel the need of following her, soon getting his legs ready to burst forth, but as he did, he just ran into her fist that completely had him off the ground briefly, and before he could even escape it, a flying leg came to return the favor and strike him once more. He cried out slightly, his torso felt like as if he had been wrecked now. forced to back off, but now she came at him once more.
The very moment the fist hit; it made a loud noise. Across all of the fighting ring, it was like an audible, acute clap that none's ears could escape— however, in it all, it was such a calamite for attention for the sole reason that it was a different sound than any other time a strike had hit Han so far.
That was for, once everyone's eyes could once more return to seeing between the two fighters they all could witness Han having intercepted her last punch. Now, his hand, half-way between him and her, was raised on a horizontal line, his palm wide open enough to block the punch.
His fingers couldn't help but close upon her fist, gradually. Each one of them laid upon her hand. If she were to look at him straight on, his face that was covered by the shadows of his hair bangs was now gone as his gaze also looked up at her now.
"That hurt... but wow. I can't believe you guys Majins can get so long. That's handy."
The expression was somewhat sinister, yet focused and far more lively than it usually were by his idle, on a soft, thin thread between uncaring and carefree face. No, this time he felt quite invested into something. His very pupil, strangely enough, turned thin. Shaped like a cross, it was bright and shiny golden.
"This is my first time. So, no promises. But I will enjoy every second."
And with that, he used whatever little strength he could pull in his very arm. The very arm whose hand held hers at the moment, with his fingers locked around her fist. He pulled himself back and so did he pull her with him, his heel spun, twice would he spin again and again to build up speed. His head felt very much dizzy, his eyes unsure of what he was seeing due to how weird his skull felt, and also because of the adrenaline in his blood. He would let go to throw the blue Majin all the way into the ground of the match and hoping she would stride against the ground and suffer enough damage.
Unhappy with one mere strike, he followed right after. Step after step, whether she could recover from it or not, he soon leapt up.
His jump was especially tall, surprisingly enough. Despite his lack of experience in fighting, it didn't seem like he lacked the capabilities above an average human. With one leg ahead, he charged forth. Honestly, admittedly, he was scared at first of attempting this move. He didn't want to actually stomp her skull or anything; that could have been deadly.
But then he remembered she was a Majin. It was weird but also fun that she couldn't really take damage like other Humans. So, he let himself free but leapt far enough so that he would aim for her belly with the body of his foot. He would come down, to try and stomp her down his foot; Han was way heavier than he looked, enough to probably cause some harm to either her or the ground.
Current PL: 65 HP: 89/130 -21 Ki: 100/100 Action 1 - Blocked her last Megaton Punch (Basic, 5% PL = 3 damage blocked out of 5, no Ki cost) Action 2 - Basic Throw to grind her down! (Basic, 5% PL = 3 damage, no Ki cost) Action 3 - Leap stomp! (Basic, 5% PL = 3 damage, no Ki cost)
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Post by Majin Bluu on Feb 17, 2021 0:55:29 GMT
Her opponent was a curious one. A few moments ago he didn't seem like much of a warrior, but once he had a taste of blood things would start getting serious. Surprisingly, Hans would be the one to ask her if she was having fun. In a way, she was. The girl enjoyed fighting for two reasons, the competition, and the fame it brought. It was mostly for the fame. Then would come the compliments, stroking Bluu's ego was always a good way to get her guard down. Instead of keeping her cool when he mentioned the advantages of the majin race, she would giggle a bit before explaining "Why thank you. Most majins are capable of some pretty amazing feats. If they train enough that is--" Her boasting would be cut short as an unsuspecting Bluu would find herself being picked up and tossed! She didn't weigh very much, so that was always a possibility, but it was still quite unexpected. Once on the ground, she would suddenly see a foot looming overhead. The young woman would audible gasp as it came down on her face. While there were many ways she could play this out, only one would give her an advantage. As the shoe made contact with her head, it would explode into a gooey putty-like mess. Bluu's body would lay motionless on the ground as if the strike had caused her head to blow up! The crowd and announcer would all gasp in shock at the tragic scene. Playing dead for a few moments to throw her opponent off, the body would begin to vibrate and bubble. Suddenly, a brand new head would pop out of her shoulders as she would immediately jump up from the ground with a side kick! "Got ya! Heh heh." The crowd would let out a sigh of relief, but hopefully her opponent would still feel the pressure. Following up with the initial kick, she would lower herself to the ground for a better angle and punch towards the man's gut. After this move, she would launch one last kick, but this time on the man's right side rather than left. As this display of technique was being made the majin couldn't help but feel something was off. She felt as though she was being watched. Combat TrackerCurrent PL: 80 HP: 142/160 (6 damage inflicted) Ki: 40/100 (10 Regen, 30 spent) Action 1 - Dynamite Kick (Tier 2, 10% PL damage) Action 2 - Megaton Punch (Tier 2, 10% PL damage) Action 3 - Dynamite Kick (Tier 2, 10% PL damage)
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Post by Ayami on Feb 17, 2021 4:53:17 GMT
The mysterious figure examined the two fighters down to the smallest detail. Their form, the techniques they used, the way they used them. Even their power levels were being read through a hidden scouter as the strange audience member let off subtle, whisper-like clicks and beeps, barely audible at all over the cheers of the crowd. So...The guy, he was at 65. And the majin was 80? It seemed impressive then that Han was holding his own despite a clear difference in not just raw power but skill. The majin moved in a way only a martial artist could. It was unmistakable to this odd-onlooker. Though the mysterious figure remained neutral. Both would be an incredible challenge to fight. They took note of both Han and Bluu's fighting strategies. The majin seemed to only know three attacks, but used each in differing ways. Han however...He was a wild card. This assessor cpuld see the weight behind every attack, but each attack was feral, almost animalistic. He definitely shouldn't be underestimated in any fashion. Suddenly the crowd gasped as the majin's head was seemingly smashed flat. That is...Until she "built" a new one, rising up to the challenge once more."Ooohh...Miss Squishy. Gotta remember that."It was just too early to call a definitive winner in this fight. Bluu was really stacking on the damage for Han, but she was starting to show signs of exhaustion. Subtle but unmistakable. Meanwhile Han was being put through the wringer but he had somehow avoided wearing himself down. Was he...Holding back? The figure's working theory was now that perhaps this was a mask the half-demon was wearing in order to force opponents to lower their guard. Playing the role of someone with no martial arts experience was clever...If at least to size up an opponent. Really, the hooded stranger 2as impressed by both of them in drastically different ways.
Meanwhile the announcer continued to fumble with his microphone as it let out an occassional shrill beep and some static."Don't change that dial folks, we're uh...Having some trouble here. ... the hell is wrong with our IT guy? -UH I mean WOW!!! LOOK AT THAT! HE SMASHED HER HEAD INTO PASTE! BUT SHE'S NOT EVEN CLOSE TO DONE YET! Don't blink, 'cause you can't afford to miss even a SECOND of this amazing battle!" Actions:1. Scanning both Majin Bluu and Han with scouter then following up with ki sensing. 2. Interferring with the sound systems. @han Majin Bluu
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Post by Deleted on Feb 18, 2021 22:04:04 GMT
He stomped the very ground. It left about a few cracks perhaps he believed whatsoever, but what was most concerning was the fact that when his foot actually ran its trunk into the Majin's face— the very print imploded through the head and made it explode, causing it to get all over the floor. Even Han gasped at the pop, but not because of fear he hurt her but rather he expected some kind of trap.
And so he leapt away, standing there briefly. It took him a few moments to realize what he was seeing. A lake of goo that had splattered across the fighting arena. He'd lie if he said this didn't concern him at first, but his expression didn't really seem to showcase much of a reaction to such.
Albeit as more time passed, the more he began to hold his breath. But then he saw it move; it did some weird, quirky movement until it began to come together and once more form the Majin's shape and struck immediately Han. He was forced to stride against the very ground, as his feet tried their best to stay planted.
Some dust and debris rose from the ground but beyond the pain from the kick, he smiled.
"That's almost unfair! How can one beat that?"
In the back of his mind however he truly did begin to wonder: could he really win this fight? Sure enough he didn't care about losing, nothing much was at stake and this was the first time he did a fight. It wasn't like he had a name to uphold and whatnot, but still. If he had to do it, it'd have been better to try and do his best to win.
However he couldn't just worry about that. He also had to concern himself with the fact that now his opponent was running straight into his face; or well, down, as her fist had him lean forward, losing his breath, he stepped back a few times, one hand holding his gut but the other moved to block the side kick; seeing it from the earlier one, but this time, he instinctively held it to the other side.
"If you can do stuff like that... I guess I don't have to worry about going too far!"
He said with a raspy voice, from the strike she hit earlier, he was still somewhat out of breath but still capable of fighting as he stared straight into her eyes with a smile.
By now his mind began wondering: what did he have that he could use? He did remember something that Suzanne said about him not too long ago: she did wonder whether or not he had some demonic blood in him. Realistically that did not change Han's life or point of view at all, for even if he was a Demon to him that seemed to come with no benefit whatsoever.
He felt mostly human. For the most part. But even then as he frowned and watched ahead with a still gaze, he began to really wonder if there wasn't something he couldn't do. Something special.
If Majins could get so stretchy and had this kind of weird goo ability; then what did Demons have? From basic Earthling literature Demons were typically monster, vicious people with ungodly abilities. They were in a sense the other end of the scale. If one would think of angels and Gods, their enemies would be Demons.
Then, what could he do?
"On your left."
He did not speak whatsoever. His lips remained sealed and stared head on. It was in her head; a voice spoke, yet it wasn't exactly easy to associate it with his at first; as it was a quick mental pull, a request that begged her to look left. It could have been anything; did she mishear it? Understood what it said at all? Or even her instincts warning her.
What really mattered is that he ran to be up in her face once more, to allow his body to weigh in down on her. He was really heavy to handle, but he wasn't trying to hurt her with something like that. He knew she could take that and more, and so therefore he pretty much tried to make her drop down for her to be locked down before his arms and fists could do the talking; unleashing a continous, physical slaughter for his fists to hit her face, running back and forth to strike her again, seemingly testing if she really could take all that.
Yet of course, his strength did not change; his power was yet the same. Something in the corner of his mind reminded him of such but he still tried the best he could do: go all out.
Current PL: 65 HP: 68/130 -21 Ki: 100/100 Action 1 - Blocked her last Dynamite Kick! (5% PL block = 3 damage, 8-3 = 5 damage left!) Action 2 - Used Telepathy to distract her! Action 3 - Fist flurry tackle! (5% PL damage, Tier 1 Basic)
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Post by Majin Bluu on Feb 19, 2021 5:17:56 GMT
Bluu would almost chuckle at the mention of her attack being unfair. As far as she was concerned, it was indeed fair. It wasn't as if she attacked with a weapon, or bit her opponent. What she did was more of a prank than a proper combat maneuver. That was her thought process on the matter at least. The crowd seemed to like the little trick too. There was one slight issue however. Bluu was beginning to tire out. The majin had exerted far too much power and needed to catch her breath. Fighting at a decent pace would be important now, even if her opponent was on the offensive. Her thought process would be quickly interrupted by a telepathic transmission of some kind. Bluu would hear the voice in her head, and instinctively look to the left. "Woah, that must have been my conscience! I've never heard it talk like that before." The girl was painfully oblivious to the deception at hand. This little remark gave her opponent just the edge he needed. Taken off guard, Bluu would become subject to a quick series of strikes that would cause ripples across her entire body. The girl would quickly scuttle back a few feet in defense, before getting back to her feet. "Ouch! Stupid conscience distracting me!" She would shake her head vigorously before focusing back on her opponent. The majin could tell he was tougher than initially thought, but couldn't give up yet. As before, se would let out a combination of punches towards Han. This time she would aim for his stomach, all in an attempt to drop his concentration as well. Combat Tracker Current PL: 80 HP: 139/160 (3 damage inflicted) Ki: 60/100 (10 Passive Regen, 10 Power Up) Action 1 - Conscience, are you there? [Power Up] (+10 Ki) Action 2 - Right Hook (Basic Attack, Tier 1, 5% PL damage Action 3 - Left Hook (Basic Attack, Tier 1, 5% PL damage)
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Post by Ayami on Feb 19, 2021 6:41:58 GMT
It was an impressive fight, Ayam-Uh, I mean "The mysterious figure" ALWAYS loved watching fights, almost as much as she loved participating in them! But this one looked like it was drawing towards it's end...Seemingly, at least. The Demon guy didn't seem to be giving up yet, there was something to be said about his adversity. To keep going when your opponent outclasses you in every way was pretty brave...Perhaps in a dangerous scenario it would be something not to take lately, but in a fight like this where at worst you'd need to see a doctor afterwards, it was respectable. She could relate after all, she never knew just when to give up."Hoohoohoo~...Just a little more and my show will start~"At the moment of hearing the strange hooded person say these words, a man who had been standing in the crowd watching looked over, laughing joyfully."You up next or somethin'?"The cloaked stranger responded to the man with slow, calm nods...Underneath she was holding back mischievous laughter tinged with excitement and pure high-octane blood pumping DRIVE. The man grins at this and continues speaking."Well now, you'd better give everyone a show worth watching then. It's gonna be hard to top these two, they've already got the best shticks around! "Circus Freak" and "Underdog story" are two fantastic crowd pleasing character archetypes y'know!"Ayami raised an eyebrow at this, curious by just what he meant."You recognize them...? What do you mean by character archetypes?"The man shook his head no, watching as Han delivered a sucker punch to the majin's face. But he continued to speak once that particular strike had been thrown."Nah, they're both newbies. But the girl's got Satan's symbol on her cap, and the boy's probably wearing weights with that much force being thrown around."It was a fair point...Taking a closer look with her goggles' zoom function Ayami did indeed confirm that Majin Bluu's hat bore the symbol of Hercule Satan himself. But taking a closer look at Han revealed...No, he wasn't in fact wearing weights. Every time the wind carried his shirt and pants up just a little the inventor noted that as far as she could see there were no hidden weights. Double checking for any kind of "padding" on his clothing revealed none whatsoever on that front as well. No somehow the half-demon was just able to throw his weight around that effectively. Maybe it was a technique of some kind? Either way she spoke to him as she watched the fighters from behind her cloak."Hercule Satan? Why would she have that symbol? Is she just a fan?"She tapped the side of her head, grinning from behind the shadows of the pink cape that concealed her from view as she continued to speak, this time in regards to Han."Nope, he doesn't have a single weight on him! It's probably a skill. Maybe the stoneclaw school? I've not seen enough of those guys to be sure but they're all about putting weight behind everything they do...Last one I fought put up a pretty good fight but he wasn't very fast!"The guy whistled, impressed that this weird mystery fighter seemed to be so well-versed in martial arts, and was able to so easily spot the lack of weights on the boy in the ring."You're able to see that well? You must have eagle eyes! The girl? I dunno if she's a fan of Satan or not. But his school still exists even after all these years, she's probably just a student. Wouldn't put it past her to be a fan too though. Who DOESN'T like that guy? He was a living legend!!"Ayami opened her eyes wide in surprise as it occurred to her from the man's words...Majin Bluu wasn't just using any old martial arts moves. She was using Satan's personal techniques! Wow!!! To fight against a skillset like that was honestly hyping up the elfen inventor now...As much as she wanted to fight both of them, she definitely wouldn't have been opposed to taking on the Majin! Still, with her exhaustion showing through, a second scan with her ki sensing revealed Majin Bluu's energies had waned considerably compared to when the fight began. It was unclear just who would pull out a victory. She had begun to hold back and conserve her stamina now, but had she done so in time? And what about Han? Would he have the guts to keep pushing through despite the pain? Fighting against him would definitely be an honor in it's own right! Ayami had gotten so into watching this fight that she almost forgot to finish tapping into the arena's sound systems! But it seems the man had just one more question."Say, who are you anyway? What's your character supposed to be? Mysterious stranger?"The young elfen gave him a mischievous laugh, responding with one simple phrase..."Hoohoohoooo~...You'll find out soon enough! Better not take your eyes off of me or you'll miss something incredible old timer!"
@han Majin BluuActions:1. Using ki sensing to get a feel for Majin Bluu's current level of exhaustion.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2021 19:58:00 GMT
By now the reality to him was becoming clear. As each and every fist would descend upon his very opponent, one by one they hit her and yet he was slowly looking over the difference between the two fighters. Truly enough he was damaging her, but it was in such small proportions that one could probably see who amongst the two was the most battered up at the moment.
Just what were Majins? By now the fact that Majins were tough opponents was certain by now, not only was their body proof against damage that would leave most humans to be concerned for but they could also regenerate from their ashes. Very much like gummy phoenixes, which left again Han to wander; if he had demonic roots, what could he do with those?
Was talking in one's mind all he could do with his heritage? But that aside he also began to figure out something more about this fight; it wasn't just a matter of species and their advantages but rather class. Han could tell that he was strongly outclassed by now and perhaps he had to expect it; Bluu was a fighter highly trained in a dojo, whilst Han barely knew how to flail his hands or imitate manga.
It wasn't definitely just a matter of whom had trained the most, species or one's endurance but even the experience. By now the Majin had flashed out some techniques that were particularly sturdy and hurting compared to the rest of her attacks: concentrated moves that could hit an opponent with all the power one had.
It wasn't even a moment later that his stomach soon was assaulted by not one but two hooks that left his body in a state of dizziness; it felt like all his nerves felt devastated. But was that truly because of a precise technique or?
No, this was no technique. It was his body slowly crumbling; surely all of his body began to feel numb at once, he couldn't feel his limbs or chest even. And there was a single focal point in his head, it was as if all his presence was now within his forehead, pounding and yet he wasn't sure whether he was feeling pain or not.
Was this adrenaline?
No, otherwise he'd probably manage to keep fighting.
The very strikes had Han leap off her and roll off slightly, but he managed to catch his balance by stomping the ground with his hand: one big, hard smack to stop him from further movement. His body halted, hung on one side against the ground before he slowly began to climb up on both his feet. His eyes were slightly less transparent before, his body slowly taking the end of the adrenaline; his lack of experience in fighting was slowly coming on to him.
He felt weaker and more puzzled each moment that passed without him realizing it. Just what was this feeling? He breathed in slowly and ever so slightly beginning to raise his hand. For a brief moment his hand almost seemingly tried to aim at her, was he going to unleash some kind of range attack? No, slowly, it rose even further to look upon the roof.
"I give up."
The battered man stated with no further word before his arm lowered to his side. Despite all things, he didn't seem to be willing to push through as his brain pretty much predicted the outcome of things by now. But Han wasn't too sore about it! As a non-martial artist, to him, this was a first experience. But all things considered; he kind of enjoyed it.
'Aaand the winner is... Majin Bluu! Han loses automatically by forfeit!'
Han smiled briefly before he let breath he had been holding in his torso suddenly escape all at once, his eyes slowly narrowed as his body began to relax and slowly walk out from the fighting ground.
"I don't think I'd have posed much of a challenge in the end, haha... but it was fun! I didn't expect you to fall for my mind talk trick, though. Haha... well, it's not even much of a trick anymore now, though that I've mentioned it in front of everyone."
Han cursed himself briefly for revealing a handy card like that.
"Then, I'll see you around!"
However, as his legs began to take the staircase down to the spectators' area, even his body began to fall weak; for a brief moment he lost balance, but thankfully he had enough strength left to save himself from a clumsy, ridiculous moment in front of everyone, as he just stomped the next stair ahead of him, making it safely to the tunnel gate where participants would step out of, and his body stayed still for a brief moment.
One hand reached for his forehead, his palm covering his eye briefly. He felt pain; it stung deeply in his eyes: one of them was still cross-shaped, whilst the other pupil had gone back to a regular circle.
Even his sight was slowly getting blurrier, and therefore, slowly he began to pace inside the tunnel but he didn't make it out of it as instead he decided to sit against its walls briefly to try and regain some of his strength. At least in the meanwhile he could watch the next match, as his head tilted back to the pretty lights on the fighting match, observing from the darkness of the tunnel.
"I wonder who is next..."
Current PL: 65 HP: 52/130 -16 Ki: 100/100 Action(s): None!
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Post by Majin Bluu on Feb 22, 2021 16:07:09 GMT
Though her stamina was slowly draining, the longer things went on, the more the scales tipped in her favor. While this wasn't apparent to the majin, who was far too oblivious to her foe's condition, the rest of the crowd and man himself seemed to know where this was going. After putting on the best striking performance she could, she would quickly back up before taking a defensive stance as Hans raised a hand. While incapable of using energy attacks herself, Bluu knew how destructive and damaging they could be.
Entirely subverting her expectations however, the young man would instead declare his defeat. Bluu would simply blink a couple times, wondering exactly why. When the explanation came, she would look down at her hands with amazement. The girls was stronger than she thought. "You're giving up...?" Hans would then explain that the voice she was hearing earlier wasn't her conscience, but some kind of mind trick. "Ohhhhh, that explains that voice in my head. Usually it's pretty quiet up there."
In accordance with the announcer, Bluu would turn to the crowd throwing up two arms into the air. Each hand holding up two fingers for 'victory' just as Hercule Satan use to due. "Yeah!!! Who's next!? I'll take anyone on!" As she noticed Hans walking off however, she would have some parting words "Han, you fought really well. You could probably beat most people at my gym. We'll have to compete against each other again someday!"
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