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Prince Kosarro of Vamraak
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 Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 9:37 pm
 KosarroSuddenly, something from the air clashes into the ground making a loud pandemonium sound goes through out the while arena. The unknown figured get up, it calm. "s**t....this is not the baise 5.7.....oh well" it had a deep and smoothing voice. It sees and smells from far, coming closer as he very mysterious vanishing and re appering closer and at high speed jumps up to the food court balcony. "Hello" he said he grabs a sword made of one the strongest metals weight at 290lb and 8'6 feet long he pick it up. "Sir" he looks up with a smile pulling out his sword and standing 6'7 feet.( He then slashes at the next poster)
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Posted: Mon Jul 27, 2015 3:15 pm
In a lightning fast movement, Vegeta snapped two gloved fingers to eye-level, intercepting Kosarro's blade. Meeting his attacker's gaze, the Saiyan Prince allowed a wry smirk to make its way across his lips. Using his strength to shove his opponent's blade to the side to knock him off balance, Vegeta began his counter-attack. At a speed that nearly made him invisible to the naked eye, Vegeta close the distance delivering a powerful knee to Kosarro's gut. The Saiyan followed this up with a steady roundhouse to his chest, before finally finishing his combo with a second roundhouse to his jawline. This finisher would send his foe soaring toward the other end of the arena. With a hearty laugh, Vegeta turned to eye the next poster. His form vanished, as he instituted the vanishing technique. While this looked like teleportation, it was not. In reality, Vegeta was just moving at hypersonic speeds. Reappearing in front of the next power, he raised his palm. Taking aim, he fired a purple beam of ki in their direction.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 12:56 pm
How could one possibly hope to defeat the son of Vegeta, the prince of the Saiyans, with their nearly immeasurable powers, some of which are over 9000, and their fabulous hair? The only, possible, way he could possibly hope to defeat him was to take away his advantages. While it would be difficult to do the Saiyans still had senses that were roughly equivalent of humans. As a result, if he could disrupt their vision, and ability to move, he could incapacitate them. Tossing out a smoke grenade, he activated his infrared thermal goggles, which would allow him to see through the smoke, but not allow visible light through that. Launching 3, quick successive 25mm flashbangs from the over barrel 3GL, he hoped the grenades would strike near the Saiyan, and incapacitate them. With their senses disabled, their super speed would be worthless, as they would have no idea where they were going, and could inadvertently end up in the side of a cliff or the like. He only hoped that the Saiyans super power would miss as a result of his defensive actions, and that somehow afterwards he could turn the tables...
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:06 pm
Flashing steel, the crack of rifle fire and the thunderous roar of explosive ordinance shaping the environment. For a moment the wheezing infantryman could scarcely tell whether this was a new battle or a memory from the Great War. In time, though, it became clear that he was not experiencing a flashback and he gripped his rifle in one hand, resting the stock on the ground as he knelt to observe the skirmish from a distance, gauging the likelihood that those involved may be enemies of the Empire.
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Posted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 6:13 pm
Hanz The Ripper ..........Arriving at the correct distance, He entered the battle with a military forged caution that he was trained with to advance onto his enemies with drastic anger and accurate assaults with the divine metals he is equipped with. In his experienced eyes his harden senses saw the strident flash bangs fly through the air to blind the previous foes. A seasoned warrior like Hanz The Ripper would of took this chance to prey among the various of victims. A promising attack that he took the advantage of as he used his shield to cover his face. Smiling as the well-timed defensive shield of Vibranium absorbed the sound and light of the heaven like rays that was summoned from those clustered grenades. Each bang suddenly nudged the shield as its strange metals forcefully absorbed the instant attacks and kept Hanz safe and sound from being dreadfully stunned or injured. After the blazing attacks has finished, Hanz from a distance covering himself behind the walls of the facility began to weave his arm into a throw to pitch his circle shield towards the armored opponent in his counter. The incoming attack drawed with Hanz's augmented shield that would sprawl a lot of damage into any target it impacts its blunted edge. If the shield hit the armored target before him, or anything around them. The shield would bounce and change directory towards the next poster at a significant speed that would slice through and even penetrate through the hardest of defenses.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 12:14 pm
Dødette, who had been watching and wandering cautiously, and keeping her wits about her for whomever would face her next, saw a large metal disk hurling towards her with impressive speed. As with most situations, her own speed would out-do that of the attacks, and she threw herself down to lay flat to the ground, only moments before the disk reached her. She immediately stood back up and dusted herself off a bit, noting the disk was, in fact, a shield being used as a sort of deadly frisbee. She resumed moving about the battle-area after shooting blue-hot plasma rounds in rapid fire towards the next poster.
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Posted: Mon Aug 10, 2015 6:47 pm
From his vantage point on a nearby hill, where he knelt to watch the battle, the Prussian infantryman, ever watchful, observed an astonishingly agile woman skillfully evade the defensive tool turned projectile hurled by the strange, red faced man. He was rather impressed by the display, but had little time to dwell on it, as the she-warrior turned her weapons against him. He instinctively ducked a bit, presenting a smaller target. Where his training would have had him return fire immediately, however, the strange fusilade sent towards him, the first few missiles falling short and alerting him to their destructive capabilities as their intense heat obliterated sizeable portions of his perch, warranted a different course of action. As such, he immediately took cover on the other side of the mound to calculate his next move. The unprovoked attack made it abundantly clear that everyone in the immediate area was hostile and should be treated as enemies of the Empire. With this in mind, he peered over the hill, his rifle resting atop it, and fired three rounds, as quickly as the bolt-action would allow, at the next poster.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2015 1:32 am
T. HC-U_144.000, or just Thurisaz for short, walked into what appeared to be an arena of sorts, or maybe a staging area? As far as she was concerned, every living thing that even looked at her would die, any machines other than herself must cease to function. Her red glaring eyes shifted about as she analyzed the scene. All manner of beings were here and fighting. To her, this seemed wonderful. Raw, heavy battle like this was home to her, one of the few things she openly reveled in. She was so rarely moved by emotions, she didn't know who to shower with destruction first.
That was, until she felt she was being pelted with small rocks. Her slim yet heavy-mass armored robotic form turned slowly so she could face the direction the objects had come from. An undead- and ancient-looking soldier with an even more ancient-looking gun had apparently fired bullets at her. She raised both of the heavy blades attached to her hands and slammed the spiked outer sides of them down towards him so she could simultaneously stab and crush him at the same time. At this, she assumed every other being here was hostile. Not that it mattered, she would set her sights to rend them apart anyway.
Striding with a weighted but determined gait towards the next poster, she would swing her right arm towards them, to throw the blade attached into their torso area, once she reached them, letting out a metallic grunting sound as she did. The force of this swing could hack a living being in two and very well send the top half flying a short distance.
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