Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 24, 2017 15:41:03 GMT
The woman’s lips remained pursed in a semi-pout, though the corners didn’t seem to relax. At this point, CXVII was very aware of what she was doing — twisting his words just to mess with him a bit. Fyer, of course, highly disapproved; the AI was a bit more interested in the area. It seemed dangerous, like any sort of event could blindside them in an instant. A real pit of poverty and the like. As such, she made it a point to keep a close attention on the data stream of CXVII’s instruments and scanners; Fyer wasn’t sure if their information was hardwired into the woman’s reflexes, so on the off-chance that it wasn’t…
“A store owner? Hmm.” CXVII piped down for a moment. Just what could the reporter want there — was he investigating something in Cress, or was just here visiting…? Maybe he just got hungry and passed by to pick up something to eat.
Those thoughts managed to wipe the resurging expression from her face completely — his attempt at using business to pull from the situation at hand was a success.
‘Hey, what happened to your lollipop?’
‘Huh? My wh--’
‘Your lollipop — you were holding it not too long ago.’
‘Oh.’ CXVII fumbled her fingers, recognizing that it was in fact not there; she turned, wondering if she subconsciously tossed it some ways back. Though if that had been the case it must’ve before they started walking.
She grunted, shrugging her shoulders, ‘it’s fine; I have more of that where it came from.’
‘What? How much candy do you carry with you?’
‘That’s no the need-to-know basis.’
Some time would pass; they continued making their way to the shop.
“So,”CXVII noted, “You’re a native here and you haven’t seen much of the crimist?”
‘Criminal.’
“That means he probably hasn’t been around here for very long…”
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 24, 2017 17:47:37 GMT
He had shoved his hands into the pockets of trousers. They were soaked, and Pakcho was half surprised to find that he hadn’t been carrying around little pools of water. The rain had started to let up, though it still fell, just with much less intensity. “ Born and raised,” he responded. There was a lack of enthusiasm in his words. One could probably figure out why. They crossed another street intersection, devoid of any traffic. No vehicles had come by them during the entire trip. You might’ve called it odd, but no one around here could afford one. If you had a car, you didn’t have any business driving down here. Nothing for someone with that kind of money. “ Lived down thataways most of my life.” His arm extended as he pointed down a small side street littered with apartment buildings that looked poised to crumble. Rounding a corner, his hand beckoned to a small shop at the far end of the street. Even in the dim light, you could make out the large orange sign that hung from a rusted pole. “DJERKO’S MARKET” Large window panes made up most of the exterior wall of it. There were long tables, most of them empty now, that were usually filled to the brim with goods. A small wave of nostalgia hit Pakcho as he saw it. How many times had he been here? The number was endless. It was less than a block away. A dim light flickered inside of it. Djerko had probably closed hours ago, but he’d open up for Pakcho. He owes me that at least. Maybe he could give him some information on this crimist as his blonde companion called him. Pakcho was just happy that they’d made it this far without running into any trouble. That was about to change. He’d be trying to stay vigilant the whole walk. Mostly, he was on the lookout for thugs, but Pakcho was also worried that Samantha could just decide to forget about their little unspoken truce and fry him. How stable was she mentally? She keeps saying crimist, is that just how folks talk outside of here? He hoped it was just a regional accent. Maybe she spells color with a “u” too. Turns out it was a bad time to be having another internal monologue. “ Boys, look what we have here!” A gruff voiced called from the shadows in an alley from a building across the street. “ Local superstar martial artist Pakcho and his new flame!” There was a chorus of cackles from the alley. Pakcho recognized the voice right away. His fists tightened as the sound of steady footfalls headed in their direction. Callio. A large, burly Saiyan emerged from the darkness. He was nearly seven feet tall and his frame was layered with corded muscle. His hair was black, cropped close to his skull, and donned only a pair of sandals and thick khaki pants. He was flanked by four of his underlings. They were garbed in rags and their faces all shown signs of battle. Scars, bruises, scrapes, they were all prominent. Their hair was black and all of them seemed to be in decent shape. They were street toughs, like Pakcho once was. Crime, however, paid better for them then losing to Pakcho in the circuits. They had a grudge. “ Shut it Callio, and let us be. I got business to attend and I don’t have time to waste with you degens today.” Pakcho was cocky, he had dusted this group before. “ Also she’s not my girlfriend.” He sort of tacked it on at the end, just because. Pakcho continued to walk but Callio moved towards him. They were only a few yards from each other, centered in the street. “ Can’t let you head up to Djerko’s bud. We got business with the old man. And actually, my boss tells me we got business with you and your prefabricated paramour too.” Pakcho’s eyebrow rose, and Callio continued to speak before he could respond. “ Yeah, I know she’s an android. We heard about your lover’s quarrel too. I’ve got just as many ears in this town as you do.” The Saiyan laughed, the veins in his neck throbbing. “ I’m going to batter your brains in now bud. See, I’ve got a secret weapon.” He produced a small red pill and popped it into his mouth. Callio’s eyes swiftly changed color to a bright blue. The Saiyan’s power level spiked suddenly. Pakcho took a step back and sunk into his familiar fighting stance. Callio’s massive head turned to his goons and he yelled, “ Strip the girl down for parts. Boss says she could be worth a bunch!” His gaze turned back to Pakcho. The brute smirked. Callio flashed forward at a speed Pakcho had never seen him achieve before. With one solid punch, he sent Pakcho flying into the exterior wall of an abandoned brick building. Pakcho recovered quickly and rocketed out of the rubble. The two were engaged in combat immediately afterwards as they flew into the air exchanging blows. The four other thugs, satisfied that their boss would handle his own adversary, made their advance towards Samantha. Their power levels were considerably less than their boss’s, but there were four of them.
[OOC: Got long winded there. Lot to work with though!]
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 25, 2017 17:10:17 GMT
CXVII found herself picking up a few higher-than-average power signatures as she came to a sudden halt. Just as she glanced over to the location in question the sources announced themselves.
As the voice of Callio began speaking, CXVII leaned hard on her left leg, her right forearm coming to lazily rest against the curve of her waist. Her lips puckered as she bit the side of her mouth with her canines, allowing the man to say his fill. As he did so, she made it a point to run her scanners on him — who was he? What was he worth as a criminal? Maybe she could get some kind of bonus by hauling this guy in. Dispatching of some criminals — or even bringing them in — would be a good way to disguise what she came here to do, at least in the eyes of the media.
She, too, scanned his buddies.
It wasn’t until Pakcho spoke up, determining ‘she’s not my girlfriend’ that CXVII’s lips tugged into a wide grin.
“Nice cover; here, I’ll help in throwing him off course.” She whispered to him, at which point she would speak out to the leader, “Yeah, that’s right. You think I — a social & engineering creme de la creme would so much as glance at this flea-infested low class?”
As she spoke her eyes closed, and her head tilted upwards just slightly; her right hand moving up as to let her fingers touch her chest in an undignified manner. Now it was her time to act out an easy role, it seemed; although in truth it wasn’t very different from how she acted every day.
Her acting became compromised as the boss found himself swallowing whatever it was the seemed to lurch his power level up. CXVII hesitated; she had her Twin Cores to boost her power — and some humans have been known to be able to tap into some kind of desperate ‘fight or flight’ adrenal-fueled power… But Saiyans? There was no full moon, and he certainly wasn’t some kind of giant monkey.
Whatever he swallowed was, without a doubt, the source of his power boost. The question at this point was ‘what did he take’? Whatever it was, Samantha was willing to bet her ‘pop stash that heavy side effects were sure to occur.
Her entire body pivoted to follow as Callion and Pakcho took at each other, her back turning to the band of grunts sent after her. This, however, was intentional. Acting the role of a concerned girl, CXVII clasped her hands over her chest, watching as the two fought. Meanwhile, the two antennae over her head kept a close track on just how close the thugs were.
The moment they were close enough — a little under four meters — a thick rubber-covered cable shot out from just over her buttock, much like a Saiyan tail. The tip, glowing blue, sizzled with electricity. The moment it made contact, the girl would peek over her shoulders. The concern she feigned was gone; the cocky smile had returned.
“Don’t you boys know to not toy with electronics when wet?”
At that moment, a brilliant arch of electricity would leap from her extended charging cable onto her foe.
[Weak Sp. Energy] Discharge — CXVII electrocutes her foe with energy directly from her two cores. Electric energy expands from her chest and outwards, from which point it can be conducted, or shot into an arching beam towards a location
3/5 Stamina Left
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 25, 2017 19:51:16 GMT
He was getting his ass kicked.
Pakcho had no idea what Callio had taken, but it had drastically altered the Saiyan’s abilities as a fighter. They had traded blows with both fist and foot as they soared upwards into the air. The wind here was stronger, forcing both fighters to adjust their movements as they battled high in the atmosphere. With a devilish smirk on his face, the larger Saiyan suddenly slammed his knee into Pakcho’s midsection. The halfing doubled over in mid-air as shower of spittle forcefully ejected from his mouth. Before he could recover, Callio clasped his hands together and hammered Pakcho’s back. Pakcho’s limp body was sent screeching back to the ground below.
“Alright sweetheart, no funny business and we’ll promise that’ll it be quick, right boys?” The lead Saiyan of Callio’s underlings cackled. He was balding and had little hair left to show. He was also missing one of his front teeth. The foursome approached the android with little caution, her acting was sincere enough that they took her granted. Frankly, they probably weren’t smart enough to approach her any other way.
“Hey, what the hell!?” The balding Saiyan cried out, as he watched the cable emerge from her tailbone. The crackling electric current pulsated outward and the leader took a half-step backwards, the three others halting completely. Before they realized what was happening, the electricity arced outwards. Aided by the wet environment, the attack chained and struck all four of Callio’s thugs. The hair on their skin stood straight up and their tails, previously wrapped around their waists, shot out at varying angles completely rigid.
Just as Samantha’s discharge attack had finished, Pakcho’s body fortuitously slammed into the lead thug from above. The balding Saiyan was flung across the street from the force of the crash, cutting straight through a street light before smashing into a rickety garage which promptly collapsed on top of him. There were no signs of life from the rubble. Pakcho, meanwhile, lay half dazed in a foot-deep crater.
GET UP! He screamed at himself inside his head. His muscles ached and his vision was blurry from Callio’s onslaught. Gritting his teeth, he managed to push himself up onto his rear. Gazing upwards at his foe, he realized Callio was readying his next attack. “Have fun with this one Pakcho!” The hulking Saiyan had cupped his hands, pulling them by his side as a massive sphere of azure ki began to vibrate. With a guttural grunt, Callio sent a massive stream of energy tearing through the sky towards Pakcho. With little time for preparation, Pakcho rose his hands above his head before countering with his own torrent of crimson ki.
The blasts collided and Pakcho winced, dropping to a knee under the concussive force from the connection. Too…much… Callio, laughing manically from above, howled and his attacked surged, overpowering Pakcho’s. A split-second later an explosion rocked the streets and the three Saiyan goons were flung in all directions. Pakcho was slumped back on his knees, breathing heavily. His blue tank-top had been obliterated, and his bare chest and arms showed obvious signs of damage. A trickle of blood ran from the corner of his mouth.
“I’m going to need some help on this one.” Hard to admit, but it was plain for Samantha to see. Callio was going to be a handful. Half-stumbling, Pakcho managed to rise to his feet just as Callio slowly descended to the ground. “Ha! I can’t believe you survived that! Guess I have to up the ante again!” The Saiyan rummaged through his pockets before producing another one of those pills and popping it into his mouth. Callio’s muscles suddenly enlarged and he swelled with even more ki, at the same time he screamed as if this transformation was causing some sort of pain. The pupils of his eyes dilated and his face twisted grotesquely. The veins on his forehead throbbed, but whatever discomfort the Saiyan felt, it subsided quickly. It was obvious that this miracle drug had some side-effects. “TIME TO DIE SCUM!” he screamed. It was as if the pill had begun to dissolve the Saiyan’s sanity the longer he was under its influence. Callio began to fire dozens of blue ki blasts towards both Pakcho and Samantha. This wasn’t going to be your average fight.
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 26, 2017 16:22:32 GMT
That part was about as easy as Seven had expected it to be; low-class often wasn’t very bright — and yet the criminals always seemed to somehow be dumber than the rest of the pool. CXVII moved over the bodies of the men she had dealt with. She knew enough about Saiyan physiology to know that their bodies were weak spots, but another new note was made to her:
‘Those of less physical stature can have their sense of balance crippled for hours — if not days — upon the removal of their tails.’
“Now that’s some useful information…” Samantha admitted, promptly reaching behind herself and pulling free from her back the collapsible pole. Once in her hands, the pole managed to grow to extend to 5’6”; while red nanoceramic blade sprung from its thick base. With that extended scythe, CXVII began the process of ‘harvesting’ the tail from each of the fallen men.
Her attention was brought to the ongoing battle as a powerful explosion swept the street, causing both the severed tails as well as their ex-owners to be flung about. CXVII stabilized herself with her propulsors — lucky to have her wired reflexes to react fast enough to the unexpected blast. She turned around just as Pakcho called for her help. With scythe in both hands, held across her chest like a rested rifle, CXVII turned her head to the Saiyan as he ingested another capsule.
Her brow furrowed; depending on how long-lasting the effect was, it was possible that this beast wouldn’t be detainable. Jail was a place for men, not beasts… Although there was certainly a discussion to be made somewhere in that statement.
CXVII found herself leaning towards Pakcho; the rain behind her distorted by her jet propulsors send, whose flaring flames sent her at a high-speed hover towards the fatigued hybrid. Her heels clicked against the pavement the second she landed.
“Listen —” she began, “I’m going to hold him back for some time; I’m build to be durable. Whatever way you look at this my arms and legs can be replaced… And considering you managed to stave off a full-powered hit of mine earlier it means that you’ve got comparable offensive capabilities. In other words, start charging an attack now. I’ll handle him until then.”
Her eyes ran though his form once more, though this time it wasn’t to admire it.
‘He looks hurt.’
‘He looks fine. He is a fighter — I bet he is just winded; he’ll pull through.’
Fyer was hesitant to agree, but it didn’t matter; the AI wasn’t the one holding the reins on this one. Just then, a cascade of kiblast began to fall down on them. The first two caught CXVII while she wasn’t prepared; one smashed into her leg, and left a skid mark, while the second smashed into the side of her torso and left a burn mark and a mist of blood hanging in the air.
He had managed to hit her in her torso — which was still mostly organic. She couldn’t afford to get hit there. CXVII managed to deflect the others — mostly into the air, though one or two blasts were unlucky enough to be directed to nearby buildings. CXVII’s hand clamped at her side, pressing hard to try and force the annoying organic pain away.
The girl’s body heat began to rise; the seams coursing through her robotic limbs began to glow, and soon a barrier was erected millimeters around her. The skill in question ‘firewall’ — a cocoon of ki-energy meant to increase her durability for a while.
The rain that fell onto her met its end on the Android’s firewall; sizzling and evaporating the moment it met the numerous materializing squares of light that formed around everything that attempted to cross the ki barrier.
With her ‘shell’ in place, Samantha flung herself at the roided-out Saiyan. Her first move was a wide, sweeping arc with her scythe. She wasn’t sure if she could cleave him in half without a ki-empowered strike, but it was worth a shot in her book. Either way, she just needed his attention.
A taunt was called as her blade swung: “You hit like a Namekian child!”
Moderate [Sp. Defense SHELL] FIREWALL - A shimmering aura of geometric squares fade in and out of existence, hovering up to a few inches from CXVII's form. This 'aura' is a projected hard light wall. [+50]
Stamina 0/5
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Feb 27, 2017 2:37:28 GMT
The knuckles on his left hand had cracked open from the combat. Tiny red rivers ran down the back of his large hand, spider-webbing along his forearm, until they pooled at his elbow. The stuff slowly dripped, splashing into a puddle below. A dash of crimson added to murky waters. Pakcho was half-hunched over, his breathing labored as he listened to this android formulate a strategy. He nodded, just as the shower of blue missiles fell upon them. With an open palm, his right hand struck out from the left and the right, batting away the initial salvo of blasts. Pakcho was forced to focus singularly on deflecting the blasts, unable to control their trajectory. The blue spheres exploded on contact with both ground and building. Small craters soon littered the road. Bricks rained down from shattered apartment buildings. The slums would be obliterated at this rate. Sticking to the plan, he spread his feet and hunkered down into position. Wincing, he managed to raise both his left and right hand into the air. A familiar stream of red ki began to crackle and grow in his palm. A throaty grunt escaped his lips as he concentrated on pouring every ounce of his strength into his assault. He hoped that Samantha was right about saying she was durable. But the blood…how does an android bleed? Maybe she had not always been a man-made construct. The thought passed from his mind as he watched her advance and take the fight to Callio. Callio roared with laughter despite seeing the brunt of his assault had been ineffective. The pills he had ingested whipped him into a frenzy. What little sense of tactics he had once possessed had been burned away by his medicinal induced madness. He watched as the blonde advanced on him, projecting a strange energy that enveloped her form. The Saiyan’s open hand’s tightened into fists. He roared and a visible aura of blue ki whipped about his figure as Samantha lashed out at him with her scythe. Callio heard her insult. It incensed him. The Saiyan’s gargantuan hand flashed out, catching the scythe’s blade in his hand. A stream of red blood ran down the length of his arm. Drops of rain splashed onto the duo and Callio’s blood hissed, as if it were superheated. Cackling with delusion, Callio shouted, “ You’ll have to do better than that girl!” His left fist was suddenly sheathed in that blue aura. Lurching forwards, the Saiyan’s arm began to work like a piston. It smashed into the android’s wall several times, but it held. The question was for how long?
[Pakcho is charging his Heaven's Gate!] [Callio attacks with an energized flurry of punches!] [OOC: You don't have to put stamina for this if you don't want to, I was just sort of free-forming the NPC fight.]
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Feb 28, 2017 23:29:36 GMT
Seven’s expression furrowed as her blade was caught; it swiftly changed to that of bewilderment as the assault against her shield came. The speed and strength displayed was far stronger than anything she had expected; whatever pills he had taken caused his strength to betray his ki output.
Instead of attempting to free her blade from his arm, CXVII attempted to turn the physics of the event to her favor. Both her hands tightened around the end of the metal shaft, while her body spun around so that the shaft pressed against her backside. If his hand hadn’t been in the way she and the blade would’ve been spinning about like a spiral galaxy. However, since he had blocked, the Scythe would only attempt to put more pressure up against his hand.
While this attempt to cleave through his hand was inventive, it also proved to be dangerous — the technique exposed her back to the enemy as she attempted to put more pressure down on her attack.
The daring nature of the attack was highlighted as one of Callion’s blows managed to shatter the hardlight barrier around the Android — her firewall technique shimmering out of existence with a jarring ‘pop’ akin to a light bulb being blown out. She now had no additional protections.
Gotcha! Sorry for the smallish post, hitting a few key notes here to get it moving since I was a bit busy the last day.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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0 // Zeni
Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Mar 1, 2017 13:11:13 GMT
Pain. It shot from his hand up the length of his arm like a lightning bolt. The hulking Saiyan did not flinch from clutching the android’s blade. Instead he howled and increased the vigor of his assault on her shield. So much was his focus on attack that he hardly noticed her pivot. The scythe sunk deeper into the meaty palm of his hand, all the way to the bone. The fresh wave of burning agony that spread throughout his nervous system only proved to incense him further. Spurts of blood shot out from the ever enlarging wound.
“You miserable little whelp!” Callio’s words were slurred with a mixture of misery and rage. The arm which held Samantha’s blade finally dropped and the scythe was free to maneuver, though Callio imagined it would crash towards the ground with at much force as she put behind it. With his life force spraying from his palm like a hose, he lurched forward, sending his uninjured arm up under her armpit and across her neck and chest area to interlock with the crook of his other elbow. He was trying to grapple her, keep her close, because despite his rage he could sense that something else was going on.
The power of Pakcho’s energy attack was rising rapidly. The ki sphere had already double in size and still more energy was poured into it. Despite the strange increase of Callio’s power, he knew that if he hit him head on with this it would obliterate him. There was a bit of a problem however. She’s too close. He couldn’t attack yet, not with the close proximity between the two of them. He’d risk wiping both of them out. “Get away from him!” The time for delay was over, Pakcho was ready to deliver the killing blow.
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Noxa // OOC NAME
35 POSTS // DATA
1 // Level
1 // Zeni
Twin Cores [+10] // Transformations
「 𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗦 」 ┌Built-in Scouter ├Propulsors ├Foldable Scythe ├Retractable Shades └Lollipops
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Post by ◥CXVII◤ on Mar 6, 2017 19:21:46 GMT
Samantha’s bionic grip on her scythe refused to let go, even as the momentum lurched the weapon forward — Callio’s tactical withdrawal serving not to disarm the woman, but to leave her wide open.
With his arm snaking its way around her body, locking the Android to him, Samantha soon found herself unable to directly attack him; her weapon was that of a bladed polearm — often of little use at very close range, but even less when she couldn’t swing it about.
Below the fray, Pakcho’s sphere seemed to have ripened to a healthy size; it was, without a doubt, at a dangerous size. Samantha struggled against his meaty grip, her rain-matted body unable to writhe away. Samantha wondered what could have been done in this situation; at the present her body didn’t hold enough power to herald another electric discharge — even if it could, it was doubtful that it would do much against someone of this size.
It was then an idea came to her — she, unlike Callion, didn’t fly with ki. The thrusters, whose flame kept her aloft, whistled out of sight, as Samantha was left upheld solely by Callion. She let go of her scythe, hands coming up to grip around his restraining arm. Instead of attempting to pull it from her body, Sammy instead gripped tightly at it. She maneuvered her legs so that her heels would press against his body.
It was at that point that the flames from her thrusters roared back to life. Samantha was pressed harder into his arm, as her body was thrust away from him; the flame at her heels searing the flesh of what was likely his thighs. CXVII did her best to keep the flame over some kind of organic material, even if he attempted to move his body away.
Gritting her teeth; one eye shut, she struggled to get away — at his expense.
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Pakcho // OOC NAME
28 POSTS // DATA
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Oozaru [+18] // Transformations
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Post by Pakcho on Mar 7, 2017 0:12:39 GMT
Pakcho’s hands shook. With trembling forearms, he struggled to maintain the swirling crimson sphere. If he waited any longer, he might completely lose it. Gritting his teeth, Pakcho redoubled his efforts to maintain the intensity of his attack. All the while, he desperately hoped that Samantha could find a way to escape the meaty clutches of Callio. Come on! Her thrusters roared to life. The moment her figure began to climb he pushed the stream of glowing red energy towards Callio’s center mass. It was early, but he wagered she would escape by the time the blow struck.
The scorching heat from the android’s thrusters burned through Callio’s pants and seared his thighs immediately. Samantha’s concurrent push against his only good arms caused the massive Saiyan to lose his grip, enough for her to slip through his grasp. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Pakcho’s attack coming. He pivoted, but he knew there wasn’t enough time.
The blast struck Callio just as he squared up on it. The torrent of red ki slammed into his stomach sending his body reeling backwards through midair. The Saiyan brute smashed into a brick building nearly twenty yards away and just as he did so a massive explosion rocked the area. Brilliant streams of crimson light pitched into the air, lighting up the dark sky, as the two-story building collapsed.
Collapsing to both knees, Pakcho fell forward onto his hands. His bare chest heaved as if his lungs screamed for air. Every muscle was wound tight and sore. Never in his life had he put so much effort forth in an assault. With a little effort, he pushed himself back onto his rump, looking across the destroyed city block. “I think I punched above my weight a little.” He said it absent-mindedly. His eyelids drifted halfway down. He wasn’t terribly sure where Samantha was. Pakcho was just happy there wasn’t any movement from the rubble. It seemed that Callio had been defeated.
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