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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 10:16 pm
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::What horrible timing. When Jade transformed into her giant Oozaru form, Deity had been in the middle of drawing a model. When she was attacked by the Orinian Emperor, he was being restrained by his father. This time, he was simply shopping. Doing one's shopping on a planet in another galaxy has its upsides and its downsides. One downside is that the boy cannot accurately sense ki disturbances at such an absurd distance. The instant he returned, he nearly lost his luggage in his race toward his love. Jade was teetering, and that brute would not land another blow until Deity had lost his last breath.
Holding the Saiya-jin up by her hair, Jagan would find a fistful of force driving with maddening speed into the left side of his head - namely his jaw. He no doubt has the speed to dodge, but the attacker is hoping the surprise will catch him off his guard. Deity's utilized Shunkido, teleporting to the location of the battle and charging his energy before bolting down and striking mid-flight - all before actually having left his instantaneous movement.
The tall Orinian wears a black turtleneck sweater and his typical black jeans, hat, headband and eyeglasses included. His locket, pendant and ring are also in place, indicating his lack of preparation. The only thing on him ready for battle are his leather boots. Deity's attire is given a pink glow due to the aura surrounding him, which more or less blasts itself into existence due to his moment in Shunkido. At the maximum of his Level Two, the tall boy knows his hit will do little more than catch Jagan off guard - with luck, anyway. He'll charge the rest of the way as soon as he has the chance, and as soon as he knows Jade is out of harm's way. Why is Father so slow?::
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 8:51 am
Walking through the forest, he seemed to be in desperate search of something. His eyes were completely exposed, along with his face and fair, and searching about as though trying to see through matter. Not often did he trek through the woods. There was hardly any reason he ever had to, but he was being called out and it would be very much against his nature to simply roll over and ignore it. Ahead of him lie an ambush except he knew, and his soon to be captives knew as well, that it was little surprise.
Amazing how patiently they were waiting. Just a bit more effort and they could have met half way. It was as though by some stroke of luck he could actually turn tail and avoid injury tonight. He actually had a choice it seemed. Apparently though, were it really a choice they probably would not allow it. Not all of them anyway.
The forest was dense and it would definitely be difficult at this point to keep an eye on more than one or two of them. Did they consider that an advantage maybe? He’d just have to deal with it as it came. No point in fretting over it now.
He entered what looked like an attempt to be a clearing. It wasn't really large enough to fit but three people if they decided to pack themselves together. A tree or two seemed to have been felled at some point, and the moss growing along the lengths of them suggested maybe a natural cause was the culprit. Standing before him, very patiently, starting at the sky, or pretending he could see through trees anyway, was the six foot male with the messy black hair. As though he had no reason whatsoever to harm anyone, he didn't even acknowledge Keno's presence, which could be an insult or not. Weird that he couldn't remember a name.
His eyes scanned left and right and saw in the same tree, on a high branch, sat the little boy, all grins as he looked down at the feline, his legs swinging back and forth. That kid was kind of creepy. It was as though something in his brain made this a game. Not just a challenge, or a good exercise, but a real life game. Despite it though his gaze was saying with complete sincerity that he was eager to see Keno bleed. Of course he had seen that look before, but he was not entirely sure that life and death had the same meanings for this boy.
Then there was the pretty boy, the one that honestly he couldn't be afraid of. Yeah he was strong, but he just looked like such a little p***y. There didn't seem to be anything special about him and were it up to him, he'd probably not be here anyway. Keno would ask why he stuck around, but it hardly seemed worth his breath. The guy actually made him feel more secure about the outcome of this fight, grim though it may be.
"The others?" he asked calmly, as though they were actually on speaking terms. Why not though? Everyone was always so ready to start punching and kicking and breaking things. Might as well know what type of person is trying to kill you right? Not that it actually mattered if you died, but on the off chance that you survived, the human side of them might at least put you at ease about what it was they were doing.
Maybe Keno was a hyprocrite.
Coming back to himself, Vali turned to face Keno with a plain expression on his face. There was no mischief or deceit behind though dark eyes. No malice or ill will either, although a subtle and undeniable disrespect for Keno stared back at him for a moment before he spoke.
"They're busy. Securing the area." He seemed to be short for words, but he perhaps was saying more now than he usually would. Last time they stared each other down before getting to it. The simple fact that he said anything was pretty damn amazing in its own way.
"What? You're that worried that I might try to leave?"
"You don't look like the type to flee, but you have friends. They seem to care a lot about you, but they really shouldn't interfere."
"So then it’s easier for three of you to take me then."
"For different reasons, yes." He certainly didn't seem to be holding back any information, but at the same time he wasn't being asked anything he didn't want to answer. There probably wasn't much he could answer anyway that he wouldn't mind telling though. Most people might want to know simple stuff like who sent them, what they were up to, etc., but he couldn't say much more than 'The Lab' in response. It seemed unnecessary for him to bother with the finer points of the organization that controlled him.
"How'd you get a monkey and what looked like one blood thirsty giant to stand watch while a kid and…him get the main attraction?" At 'him' Keno simply pointed at the blonde man, who seemed only a little insulted, but otherwise rather indifferent to barbaric man before him.
"That’s just the way it worked out."
"So then-"
"Look, KenoTao." His patience faded for just that moment, but he seemed completely unbothered. "We weren’t sent to talk to you. You know that." It wasn’t that talking was bad, but he could hardly see the benefit in a conversation this far into things. It seemed highly impractical and a waste of everyone’s time. Knowing Luke, this very thing might cause him to sit out of the fight until he felt that ounce of inspiration that he mustered on occasion.
This fight is happening one way or another, so why are you in such a rush? Are you that desperate to go back behind the one way mirror?"
He did not answer. There wasn’t an answer to give. Vali had accepted his lot in life without complaint, remorse, or even on condition. He had seen it, gone to it, done it, left it. Not all that exciting on the outside. Not much better inside, but there was less noise and he liked to read. Sometimes he wondered if maybe he should have given life a second chance. Perhaps freedom was the word. Either way, upon thinking about it, the only argument he could give for taking the alternate path was that maybe things would have changed. Maybe something interesting and worth his time would have happened. Maybe wasn’t a very strong argument though, so he never argued long about it.
"Do you really have such a problem with me that you can’t announce me dead, or even just say the mission failed? Really, what do you gain being here? You don’t even look like you want to be."
You’re a killer-"
"So are you."
"-of innocent people."
"They weren’t all that innocent."
"It was not your place to pass judgment on them, let alone execute them. Vigilantes are no better than the underground thugs."
"And yet here you are ready to off me the way I did them."
"No," he said patiently. "I have not passed judgment on you. That was someone else’s job. My job is to execute criminals. That is what the Unit does. You were listed as a criminal."
"By who?"
"The world. Your escapade gained national coverage. People the world over, scared though they may be are looking for you to turn you in."
"Oh really?"
Vali’s eyes flashed for a moment in disbelief. This character was a very interesting one he had to admit. He had heard others beg for their lives, try to justify their actions, or even outright deny them as though Vali couldn’t read their minds like open books. KenoTao though seemed genuinely unawares of what he had done. It was as though his brain worked completely different from that of a normal man’s.
"Did you honestly think you could destroy a metropolitan business district and get away with it as though it were your right by law?" Saying it made him feel a little stupid, but he had to ask. There was no other way he could make sense of that simple two word statement.
"Well yeah, kinda," he admitted sincerely. Why not?
"May I ask why?" Suddenly he was very fascinated, but the nature of this affair kept his behavior and his tone still very professional. His resolve wasn’t weakened after all and hinting that it might be would only disappoint later.
"You may.” Clearly being dodgy and a bit of an a**, Keno crossed his arms over his chest and remained silent. A light breeze passed the party of four and each stood or sat quietly for a moment as though trying to think of a new ice breaker. Keno himself was wondering exactly how he could take out three guys faster, stronger, and more powerful than he was with minimal injury. He was lucky last time, and he couldn’t really afford to rely on luck again. Not the most reliable ally in the middle of aggressive negotiations.
"So there’s like no way I could ask you to just, you know, go home and leave us alone is there?"
He actually smiled at this question, as though he had warmed up considerably just for the man’s audacity. Nonetheless he shook his head in rejection before saying softly, though considerably more lively, "No."
"I thought not." Looking about at the others, he noticed the boy drop from his branch and the blonde walk up to join the leader of the pack, and merely smirked in anticipation for the events to come. He couldn’t say that he was all too happy about it, but that same excitement he got when taking on User was only amplified in this scenario as his risks were now much higher.
"Well," he acted in a rather dramatic fashion as his right leg swung forward and around to his back as his body twisted to keep his left arm extended out to the party and his right to protect the exposed front side of his body. "Let’s just finish this then."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:47 am
She licked her lips feverishly. They weren't chapped. Instead she was in frantic search of something. She was ordered to deal with any and all trespassers, even the ones who might just be loitering about. Vali did tell her to fire a warning shot, as it were, but that wasn't quite up to her standards. She wanted to have some fun at least whether she got to kill or not, and being put on guard duty wasn't her idea of a good time.
Suddenly something came to her, tickling her taste buds the way dry air did, but hers was a more sensitive tongue. Pausing by the trunk of a tree she stuck her tongue straight out through her lips, wagging it about slowly, as though thinking, eyes closed to the world. She smiled as satisfaction washed over her.
Her footsteps were silent, nothing under her weight stirred as she began creeping along, not to surprise her victim, but rather to avoid alarming her. Yes she could tell it was a woman, and a very beautiful one at that. It would be a shame to actually kill her. Diana was already in love with her and would give anything to keep her alive, if only for just a little while.
Her body wrapped itself around the trunk of the tree as she slithered up. The leaves stirred, but not against one another. She was moving too slow for them to make any urgent sound. Only a truly paranoid person or one with an extremely sensitive one would know she was coming. Diana knew she was already found out before she even arrived.
"A fine evening, this is," she greeted her quarry with the utmost kindness. The slits she had for eyes were gazing hypnotically at this woman with green hair. Her tan skin glowed in the evening sun. Her hair glistened like a sparkling mountain river. Oh yes, Diana was in love. She wanted this woman, this stranger, for herself and only herself, and yet she detected the stench of a man on her. Try as she might though, she could not be disgusted.
"May Ah ask th'name of one so lovely?"
All he could do was laugh with joy as he felt both fists collide with the back of his head. It had stunned him sure enough, but he was still whole, still intact. The there was the knee to the gut, it caused him to grunt, even to cough as he choked on his own spit, but still he laughed, as though he had fallen into a hysteria.
This man, this fool of royal blood, was utterly amazing. Persistent as all get out, ready to give 100% at the drop of a hat, and yet still throwing out punches like they were nothing. Ravana was glad that people on the outside had stamina like this. That was why he laughed. It excited him greatly.
He hadn't even been aware of himself grabbing the knee that had collided with his stomach. when he came to, he realized that he had apparently clung to it like a child to a parent's leg, and spun about before letting go, to send his new playmate hurtling to the northern sky. It wouldn't hurt at all as he likely wouldn't hit anything, being too low for aircraft to pose an issue.
Still he was laughing, both with and at User as he prepared himself to take things more seriously. He wasn't listening to himself. Even in his fighting stance he was still laughing and it had only grown louder at this point. The only reason he couldn't hear and echo was because it was too soft compared to the noise coming directly out of his mouth.
She was sorely disappointed. She had wanted a challenge and all she got was a man with a stick. A fancy stick that could change shape, but still just a stick. Worse still was his cowardice. She advanced on him, and he backed away. She closes back in, he backs away some more. Yeah she was used to hunting her prey down, but when they had the mentality to fight, backing away hardly made any damn sense. If he would choose between fight or flight she'd be much more pleased with him.
That wasn't the case though it seemed.
Utterly unimpressed at his transformation, the only thing his spiky golden hair brought to the table was hope that he was perhaps ready to take this seriously. In all honesty she had about half a mind to draw him to Vali and the others as he wouldn't be much in the way of a distraction at this point. But then he attacked and it was a bit impressive. First a thrust of the stick to her gut. She glided to the right to avoid it more than easily enough. The second came almost immediately after the first, but she caught the end of the staff in her left hand before it could hope to think about harming her.
She wasn't much on impressive explosions, but she knew a few things about manipulating energy. A ki blast, and a more than potent one at that, fired not from her own body, but actually from the center of the staff aimed at hitting her. Energy, being what it was, was transferable. She could have fired a laser, a mouth blast, or any number of shots from her hand, but then he'd be free to move away.
By channeling the potential energy through the staff and firing it from a point closest to his body, there'd be no way for him to dodge it unless he was incorporeal or something to that nature. The force of the blast was so great that he'd be luck if his insides didn't shift about regardless of the armor.
The force of the punch caught him before his own left fist could find its mark, likely leaving the girl a tangled mess on the forest floor as the six foot behemoth staggered to his right, his left foot crossing over his right once before he got his footing. It was a bit of an eye opener, but little else had really happened to him from the assault. He was just a bit too slow in calculating how soon one person could close in one him like that. Whatever he did was an interesting trick.
His attention shifted immediately form the girl to the tall youngish looking man who beat Jagan in height by about 5 inches or so. Kinda skinny though. Was this the guy Mani was talking about? He definitely seemed familiar. The arrogant smirk on his face returned with a renewed sense of purpose. Fighting strong people was one thing, but fast ones, well that was a rare treat for this man. Hopefully he wouldn't be disappointed this time as most who claimed to be quick were usually considerably slower.
His thick heavy boots dug into the earth as he resumed his boxing stance. Leaving his lower half mostly unguarded yes, but not by much. After all he was a big guy and he knew it. Anyone foolish enough to exploit his abdomen or lower ribs was their own worst enemy.
"Shall we?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 2:57 pm
Kirra couldn't help but let out a scream as she was lifted by her short hair, feeling Jagan's fingers pressing against her scalp in an effort to get a grip in the short locks. She was reaching up in an effort to get him to release her when he tossed her into the air, his left fist launching at her abdomen.
But it never reached her.
She fell to the ground in rough landing, her broken leg unable to support her falling weight. Kirra lay still for a minute, unsure of what just happened and why she wasn't sailing through a bunch of trees. Lifting her head, the second persona saw a familiar pair of leather boots not too far from her, slowly lettting her eyes move upwards over black jeans and turtleneck. Deity.
"....About...time..."
She attempted to laugh, but it was interupted by a grunt of pain when she tried to move, the bone in her right shin shifting through the skin awkwardly. Weakened, she fell out of the Super Saiya-jin state. There wasn't much left of her clothing either, purple tanktop barely covering her with what remained, and the remnents of her leather skirt faired no better. The lines of a simple black bra could be seen under the tattered edges of her tanktop, and enough underwear was showing to make a man blush under normal circumstances. These, however, were not normal circumstancces. Only her right sandle remained on, the matching purple footwear lost somewhere in the woods.
Needless to say, Kirra looked like hell.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 5:55 pm
The man was a insane. He had to be. Ravana was just giggling and laughing away like he had lost his damned mind. Maybe he had - that would only make him more dangerous. Crazy people like him rarely knew how to quit. Equally, his Saiya-jin opponent was showing himself to be quite able to take the pain User had been dishing out, which was starting to piss the Saiya-jin Prince off some. As the Saiya-jin Prince flew through the air after been thrown by the laughing man, he fired off several small ki projectiles as he correct him and used this new momentum to fly through the sky.
The Prince-warrior flew around and then towards Ravana, launching several decently powered ki beams and a another flurry of dozens upon dozens smaller, weaker, but much faster ki blasts. User was going faster and faster towards Ravana - coming in towards him like a missile. At the last possible second, User disappeared and reappeared behind him. However, he didn't just move behind Ravana - that would have been far too slow and the man would have cut him off easily enough. Instead, the Prince used Shunkan Idou or Instantaneous Movement move faster than User normally could ever possibly do to get behind Ravana. Once behind him, the Saiya-jin unleashed a single kick to the man's back with full force.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:18 pm
Quote: She was sorely disappointed. She had wanted a challenge and all she got was a man with a stick. A fancy stick that could change shape, but still just a stick. Worse still was his cowardice. She advanced on him, and he backed away. She closes back in, he backs away some more. Yeah she was used to hunting her prey down, but when they had the mentality to fight, backing away hardly made any damn sense. If he would choose between fight or flight she'd be much more pleased with him. That wasn't the case though it seemed. Utterly unimpressed at his transformation, the only thing his spiky golden hair brought to the table was hope that he was perhaps ready to take this seriously. In all honesty she had about half a mind to draw him to Vali and the others as he wouldn't be much in the way of a distraction at this point. But then he attacked and it was a bit impressive. First a thrust of the stick to her gut. She glided to the right to avoid it more than easily enough. The second came almost immediately after the first, but she caught the end of the staff in her left hand before it could hope to think about harming her. She wasn't much on impressive explosions, but she knew a few things about manipulating energy. A ki blast, and a more than potent one at that, fired not from her own body, but actually from the center of the staff aimed at hitting her. Energy, being what it was, was transferable. She could have fired a laser, a mouth blast, or any number of shots from her hand, but then he'd be free to move away. By channeling the potential energy through the staff and firing it from a point closest to his body, there'd be no way for him to dodge it unless he was incorporeal or something to that nature. The force of the blast was so great that he'd be luck if his insides didn't shift about regardless of the armor.
The weapon changed shape once more as the attack was being forged inside of it into it's basic shape of a sword, with a hard vertical swing Unks shot her own ki attack at her from the sword itself, as if the attack came from his own ki and not her own. He looked up at her his blue-green super saiyajin eyes flashing.
"That was impressive, but don't underestimate this sword."
Unks sheathed the blade quickly and the charged his right and left hands quickly with the new suit on his energy gathered faster then it normally would of. He then summoned a large stone hand to grab her legs and then throw her to the ground. As this was happening his body began totally covered in a hard protective ice covering.
He then flew torwards her as she was nearing the ground charging a Kamehameha wave and launched it at her falling body::
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 6:34 pm
Having long noticed the strange women a short distance away a smile crossed her lips followed by a light chuckle.
"Ah greetings...seems I won't have to mull over my decision to make myself known. That I must concur, it is a fine evening."
Relaxing her posture to make note of tanned figure before, the mage tilted her head studying her voyeur in return. Bowing her head in greeting she smiled genuinely.
"My name is Epithany...and you are?"
Knowing fully well the threat this being was to her, the mage continued to converse as if they were normal acquaintances. Not waiting for a response to her query, she prattled on.
"A lively bunch they all are...Its sight of the most exquisite nature. Battle paints a picture that few can replicate. It demonstrates the artistry that is the living form as well as the triumph or sorrow of defeat. A truly alluring view."
Settling down nonchalantly atop the branch of which she stood she, leaned languidly against the tree trunk.
"I was debating on joining my husband in battle with your comrade there, but I am not one to shy away from new company."
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:03 pm
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He only continued to laugh as his foe began a desperate fight against sanity. In the back of his mind he was very aware of just how infuriating laughter could be to a Saiya-jin. Still though he couldn't stop. He didn't know why but he couldn't stop. He hadn't laughed in years, so part of him didn't care for he may never laugh again.
More ki blasts coming then. A flurry of them from all over. Blasts and laser beams, some stronger than others, all practically harmless to him, though his clothing might not fare as well. Charging his ki into his hands, he began an aerial spinning dance as he began batting away any and all forms of energy within their reach. Ultimately though, he hardly seemed to care when one hit his armor - doing nothing - or cut through his under layer of clothing. He blocked the ones he could just because he could.
Even the Shunkan Idou didn't phase him. He was used to fighting Jagan who was many times faster than this whelp on foot. The Shunkan Idou had only one real speed - instant. Ravana seemed to have noticed it coming and spun around to catch the man's leg with his right hand, and then pulled his victim's body toward him as his left arm shot straight out to collide with his left jaw. He was now toning down to a chuckle, but it was still a violent chuckle, and he was having fun.
The tanned woman simply shifted to the right as her technique was inexplicably recoiled back at her, which apparently served as a decent evasion tactic for a giant rock that seemed to reach for her feet. Looking at it, she felt personally insulted at his lackluster performance. He pulled off miracle defensive maneuvers but when it came to offense, he always failed to spark any sense of urgency in her.
He moved in while he was sitting by idly for his ice shield to build up. Not even bothering to find a weak point, she put a large amount of force into the shield, shattering the particles of ice into cloud sized molecules that rose into the sky from the seemingly absent updraft. The punch ran straight through and into his gut before he could make any other move, and wrenching her claw like fingers into him, she dragged him down, down down to the ground, smashing his body into the first thing that came into sight; a tree branch.
The wood was no match against the weight of his body under the force of her arm. She drove him through it like a brick through a paper window, and it, as well as all the other fellow branches along the path, shattered - not broke - on impact, a sign of the large amount of force from their descent. As they reached the surface, she tilted themselves at and angle and drove him deep into the ground before letting him skid on his own through a dozen more trees. Before his back could slam into the one sturdy enough to stop him, her foot was on his chest and a twenty yard crater formed under the pressure as he was driven into the ground.
Smoke and dust rose to the sky as she stood at the rim of the crater looking down into it with a look of utter disgust.
"Let's see your pretty sword counter that."
She was prepared to simply launch upon her new found playmate and bite her, injecting just enough venom to watch her struggle for life. As she suffered, Diana wanted to take care of her, like an angel of mercy, so she was quite taken aback that her company had not only a pleasant voice, but an interesting subject for conversation. How could one so beautiful and so articulate possibly deserve to die? Her heart seemed to be telling her it would just stop if she harmed this precious creature.
"Mah name is Diana, Epithany, but Ah must say mah name hardly compares in beauty to yours." Feeling suddenly very docile, she took herself a seat, crossing her legs as she gazed longingly over Epithany's body.
"You know," she began as she ruminated to herself over the subject at hand, "Ah'm not much for art, but Ah know quite a bit about battle. Not as much as you Ah'm sure, for you have th'liberty of not being sheltered. Still though, your statement intrigues me. Ah've always personally felt that combat could be best illustrated through dance, though Ah'm not much of a dancer either." She giggled lightly as she realized she had said very little to contribute to the substance of the conversation.
"Well if you'd be so kind, how about keepin' me some company for a while? Ah am charged with keepin' you occupied but it wasn't specified that Ah actually fight you."
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The Fierce Deity Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:07 pm
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::As expected, this walking wall of muscle doesn't budge a terrible lot from the attack - the surprise factor at least seems to have done what it was intended to do. Hovering over the ground for a moment, the tall boy's aura flares wildly before he drops to the ground, staying near the young Saiya-jin rather than advancing upon Jagan. The Orinian drops to his right knee, slipping his left hand behind the girl's head and gently stroking his fingers through her midnight locks. A hidden, piercing gaze on Jagan is quickly transformed into that of sincere concern as Deity looks down to Kirra's face.
His voice breaks out as softly as always, his right hand reaching around to let his thumb rub a line of blood from her lip.::
....s-sorry....Father will be here soon.
::The tall Orinian gently sets Kirra's head down as he pushes up and away from her, stepping through the ravaged dirt that was once the snowy forest floor. Crimson eyes back on Jagan, Deity makes an obvious effort to step away from his love - at least, the lady occupying it - straying no further from her than the inhuman member of Unit 97. Someone this vile isn't likely to take requests, so the boy already knows that asking him if they can battle further from Kirra is pointless. He makes due with keeping her a few paces away, some twelve feet from Jagan. He keeps his boots roughly shoulder width apart, the large brim of his hat nearly obscurring his eyes to his opponent.
Clenching his fists and bringing them up to waist height, one would be able to feel his ki starting to rise. While not slow, the increase is steady and unspectacular. He gives a brief glance to Kirra - she wouldn't see his eyes, but perhaps the brief nod toward her. Hold on, shield your eyes; this very message she would hear in her head, as if the boy had spoken outloud to her. A massive shockwave erupts from within the Tonepian's body - dirt, rocks, twigs, snow and everything else in the area is blown back as though by winds powerful enough to send a human flying over the horizon. Deity's aura flares violently in a deep, bloody crimson flame, giving his body a red glow shared intensely by his eyes - this glow is accented with each passing bolt of energy, streaks of electricity coursing throughout the ethereal overflow of ki.
His energy has peaked at an astonishing level, the entire planet suddenly trembling under the force equal to over half a billion humans. At Level Four, Deity is no doubt physically at his best, but pays for the improvement with a hindrance on how long he may use it. No reason to dawdle, then, he tells himself. A constant pulse of energy cleaving away at the ground in large chunks of rock and dirt - all shakily rising into the air some distance - the quiet Orinian explodes into action, his aura leaving a bright trail in his wake.
At his current speed, the slightest movements would go unnoticed by all but the most skilled fighters, nearly all of his actions travelling at speeds between three and a half to four million feet every second. This covers the distance between the two men in hardly any time at all. The boy charges with his posture predominately horizontal, curled arms at his side, elbows behind him and right knee forward. As he nears Jagan, his left arm arcs around over his opposite shoulder before his hand opens and flattens; he swings his arm back the way it came to send a heavy chop to Jagan's neck from the left side. Deity doesn't even know what started this fight - right now, he doesn't really care. All he knows is that if he doesn't give it his all, the two of them - three, rather - are dead.::
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:31 pm
Smirking at the statement she nodded.
"I see what you mean about dance. Combat at its highest level become very much a dance. A dangerous one, but a dance none the less. Though I have say I'm not much of a dancer myself."
Tossing her staff from hand to hand the mage grew silent as Diana continued.
"I'm sorry that your circumstance has not afforded you such freedoms. I suppose such things have created the situation in which we are now in. "
Glancing toward the scene of Unks and the other women.
"I suppose I could for a moment...though I really should offer that purple haired numbskull some aid."
Having some clue of her companions intentions she strangely wondered what could make a rise in her demeanor. Turning back to the other women she tilted her head.
"I'm kind of curious. What grudge do you hold against Keno?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 7:42 pm
User grabbed Ravana's fist left with his own left hand. He squeezed the man's hand, wanting to crush it. Wanting to crush him. The two were so close it was impossible to ignore the fact of the fury in their eyes, each mirroring the other. But there was something else there, too - thrill.
User and Ravana were enjoying themselves.
The Saiya-jin Prince smirked and pulled in Ravana to close the final gap while bringing his right hand, palm open, to the man's chest. There was the sudden glow of charging yellow ki and then - ki beams shot out of User's eyes and aimed right for Ravana's. Nothing like a good ploy. The intent was to possibly distract him long enough with the charging ki so that he didn't even expect ki beams from User's eyes.
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