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Post by Ruby on Nov 4, 2019 2:00:11 GMT -8
It was a cold Saturday night within the business district of Oolong city. Yet despite the chily wind, crowds have gathered around to form a ring within the parking lot in front of an abandoned building. From demons to Saiyan, beastmen to namekian, they have all gathered here for one reason alone. To win the prize money offered by the newcomer. The challenge was open to all participants regardless of weight classes, gender or prior experience. Yet the reward have so far eluded the grasp of all the challengers. "....Next."The boredom within the tone of the owner of said voice was completely transparent to the crowd that have gathered. The source had come from a pink hair girl who attempted to stiffle her yawn as she kicked the green namekian the size of a sumo wrestler across the concrete road. He was completely bruised and battered with a footprint imprinted permanent on his face. He was not alone, there were various other brawlers who attempted to challenge her but came up short, lying broken next to him. Ruby had hold this competition in the hope that she could find a partner that would help her out with her request. So far none of the participants garner even the slightest bit of interest. "Are there no other challengers? I'll even let you use weapons."Such words may felt like provocation to some but in truth, Ruby was feeling a little desperate herself. Perhaps she should have tried advertising in a more crowded part of the city or perhaps she should have tried a different date. But for now, it looks like she would return home empty handed. The hybrid Saiyan would wait for a bit to see if there are any last minute volunteers from the crowd before she would call it for the night. Word Count: 305 Total Word Count: 305
Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+5 (Fighting) / 1d100+5 (Energy Control) Defense: 50+5 Reflexes+5 Class Modifier=60. HP: 50 +0=50 KI:100 Damage Reduction: 1 Damage Modifier:1(20 Fighting)+2(Class Modifier)=3. PL:26
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Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
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Post by Fang on Nov 4, 2019 15:09:06 GMT -8
The pig-mask wearing half-Saiyan relocated to Oolong City for around three months since scattering with the other members of his roguish group. He believed that by waiting there in a location steeped up to its nose in sin, like would attract like and the group would soon be reunited. Those within his gang were the only people he knew, having been isolated with them for around a decade. To his dismay, he failed to spot any of them; he wagered that either many of them perished, or everyone headed in a different direction and land. Fang needed to keep himself conditioned while waiting for leads; both on the demon who assaulted them and the members themselves. There was no other thing he enjoyed doing more than his two passions, hunting for treasure and fighting. The two subjects often were married together in the world he resided, and he decided to follow his nose to a familiar scent: The smell of a back-alley brawl. For the hybrid, it was an aroma potent enough to accrue the zeal of his salivary glands in anticipation. With a lot weighing on the young man’s mind, he proceeded down a street with no specific direction in mind. Usually, Fang garnered a lot of attention. After all, the half-Saiyan donned a pig head for a mask that covered his entire head. Moreover, he prohibited the use of a shirt and displayed his scarred brawn to the world. Furs at the waist, thick pants and ribbed legwear; despite the virulent bite of cold weather, Fang decided to eschew a shirt. Jaded to harsh conditions, he hardly felt the pinpricks of frigidity. it should have been he who incurred the attention from the vagrants mingling in a parking lot. Alas, there seemed to be another person who gathered a small crowd of people within his wake. A woman within pink hair, fenced in by a submissive crowd of hooligans who seemed to be attempting an issued challenge. He took note of the unconscious bodies strewn across the ground through the boar’s eye sockets, before turning his attention back towards her. He doubted he had been spotted yet, ten meters between them. A feeling of warmth filled his chest. It was a familiar sensation that pervaded his senses whenever he was about to engage in combat. An emotion with ties back to his days in the fighting pits in that very city, waves of pleasant nostalgia and a desire to spring into action. The only part of the conversation the man heard was the woman specifying that it was fine to use weapons, and that there seemed to be a shortage of challengers. That was all Fang needed to hear—he had no idea about the money incentive because he had yet to hear about it. He just wanted a fight with a worthy challenger. Sprinting over to the scene, he did not withdraw the twin swords resting on his back. He just pointed an accusative finger towards the combatant. A pair of smoke plumes expelled from his boar head’s nostrils, and his battle lust was potent enough to practically make even the deceased boar’s expression look belligerent and aggressive. Fang decided to take up the challenge, and he had no time for pleasantries. He wanted to get this show on the road right away, just as he always had back in his youth. ”HEY YOU! You’re taking everything I worked for! I’m gonna fight your fucking ass!”Although Fang refrained from attacking until she formally accepted the challenge he issued, he still assumed a southpaw fighting stance. Right leg as his leading leg, knees bent and his arms kept low in case he needed to defend a shoot—he was ready to get into the battle. He wagered there might be a feeling out process at first, a window of time where he simply observed their style and sensed what variety of threat they posed against him. It was always exciting for him to challenge people who he never fought before, who were a mystery. Hopefully she did not end up like the common rabble littering the floor around the two of them—he wanted to fight strong people. WC: 701 TWC: 701 Ruby -- Fighting: 15 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 15 Resilience: 0
Melee Accuracy: 1d100+15 Ranged Accuracy: 1d100+0 Defense: 75 (+10 from Bandit included) HP: 35 (-15 from Bandit included) KI: 100 DR: -0 Damage Modifier: +0
Class: Bandit (Lv. 0) Racial Trait: Zenkai Power Level: 178
Lv. 0 Bountiful Coffers – Whenever you roll for treasure, you instead use the following rewards table: 1-10 is nothing, 11-40 is a Common Item, 41-80 is a Rare Item, 81-99 is a Mythic Item, and 100 is a Dragon Ball Shard.
Burgle - Once per turn, as a Bonus Action, you may add the following effect to any damage-dealing techniques you perform: “This technique reduces the target’s Accuracy or Defense modifiers(chosen when performing a technique) by -5 for 1 turn; increase your own Attack or Defense modifier(mirroring which was chosen previously) by +5 for 1 turn.” gQSQSujp1-100(Initiative) 1-100
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Post by Ruby on Nov 10, 2019 2:07:25 GMT -8
Ruby continued to scan through the rest of the crowd after her challenge, none rise up to the challenge even with her permission to allow them to use their weapons. Most of them knew that one-on-one, they would have as much chance as the ones lying on the ground and they weren't exactly eager to make the pile grew any more larger than it already was. Some of them even contemplated to work together and fight her, increasing their chance at getting the prize money even if it meant splitting them in half with the ones they worked together with.
Before such plans come to fruition, a loud voice boomed among the crowd and all eyes would turn towards the owner of said voice. The pinkette would turn towards him as well, a look of amusement on her face at the challenge directed towards her. With a toned body and six pack abs, the boy's body reminded her of the muscular statues of the gods in certain temple. Her eyes would drink up the vision of the challenger, her tongue tracing her own lips in response.
"Mmm...six pack.."
Realizing that she may have spoken it out loud, she would cough before making a loud clearing of the throat sound as she turned to face him fully. He had adopted a southpaw fighting stance which was usually favored by a left-handed fighter but there was also the possibility that he was actually ambidexterous.
"Before I accept your challenge, tell me your name?"
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Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+5 (Fighting) / 1d100+5 (Energy Control) Defense: 50+5 Reflexes+5 Class Modifier=60. HP: 50 +0=50 KI:100 Damage Reduction: 1 Damage Modifier:1(20 Fighting)+2(Class Modifier)=3. PL:26
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
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Post by Fang on Nov 10, 2019 22:00:17 GMT -8
After the Saiyan hybrid’s bold introduction, he learned two things. One of those pieces of information was this individual’s attraction to muscle, and the latter was her inclination to learn the names of her opponents. Never had he expected to be granted these insights simultaneously, but whatever surprise might have been cemented onto his face failed to be perceived courtesy of the ridiculous mask crowning his cranium. Its relevancy to the bout had yet to be determined, and right now the only thing he wanted was to fight. Even if her own aesthetic admittedly was one to drink up—discretion was another boon from his eyes being obscured by the boar head. ”My name? It’s Fang!”When it came to announcing his name, he saw little reason to hide it. It did not pose any strategic advantage against him to know what he was called. The only way he could imagine it having a bad effect against him was if she was somehow affiliated with his former comrades, who knew him by a different name. If that were the case, it would bode exceptionally poorly for his attempted reunion. With that in mind, perhaps an inkling of restraint would have been advised—but much like his tactics in battle, he had a strong tendency to eschew inhibitions and act before he thought. Even as he glued his attention on her and watched for her reactions and movements, he felt a wave of curiosity wash over his own mind. If he granted his name to her, then he expected the same in return. It made sense to him; people tended to abide by some modicum of code when it came to the exchange of information, but he might have been naïve in assuming that she would return the favour. Maybe his chiselled abs would butter her up, but regardless, he decided to voice his wishes. ”What about you, huh?”Should she refrain from telling him, or should the woman give a name in response, it did not matter. Already, Fang was beginning to undergo a series of preparations. Witnessing what her offense could wreak upon the unprepared, his instincts and intuition goaded him into protecting himself; additional precautions to take in case his own defenses failed him. He was certain they wouldn’t, but after what happened months ago, he decided to heed his instincts and protect himself the best he could. That came in the form of mitigation, instilled no through movement, but by controlling his inner energy. Prying it to the surface, he began exuding a soft, white glow from every inch of his body. Where the other participants seemed to fail in presenting any manner of martial skill, he already demonstrated his own prowess. He encompassed his frame with a film of protective ki, which would prevent any foreign maladies from impeding him for as long as the durable buffer continued to exist. As one would expect, he differed from the other combatants in other ways, too. Another way was the enormity of his general power in comparison to the others she faced off against. Invasive enough to make the atmosphere nigh palpable and overbearing, his eyes remained wide and alert behind the deceased boar’s rugged countenance. It took time for him to shroud himself with the protective barrier, and that deterred him from attacking for the time being. However, assault lurked in the horizon, and he was excited to show this individual his might in a bout of glorious combat. Heat flushed his skin as every cell in his body was ignited with the lust for battle; even if he refrained from using weaponry, a fight was a fight—and he was overzealous about any opportunity for them. Though inaudible because of the mask’s existence, the driest of chuckles emanated from the man. What happened to him and his men must have been considered a tragedy by many, and he wondered what it meant that he considered himself the luckiest of the bunch. Maybe several of them expired courtesy of the demon’s wrath, or perhaps they continued to hide and flee from it. Some of them might have been captured—and yet there he was, able to engage in his favourite activity and embrace his lifestyle without worry. He always was lucky. WC: 714 TWC: 1415 Ruby -- Battle Information - Fang - PL 178 - HP - 35/35 (15/15 Temp) Ki - 85/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) / 1d100+0 (Energy Control) Defense - 75 Damage Modifier - +0 Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -0 to Incoming Damage. Ongoing Effects: Barrier (+15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: N/A
Standard Action 1: N/A Standard Action 2: N/A
Bonus Action: Barrier, -15 ki
At Will(s): N/A
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Post by Ruby on Nov 15, 2019 23:45:39 GMT -8
"Fang?" she echoed. Ruby's eyebrows snapped up in surprise after hearing that name. It was the same name as her mentor who had look after her, raised her and basically teach her everything she knew. Her expression soften a bit but only for a moment before she would nod slightly in acknowledgement. "That's a good name. Hope your bite is just as bad as your bark."Despite what his words and attitude may suggest, Ruby could see that he was quite the cautious one. Instead of attacking her by utilizing an element of surprise, he began by making some sort of preparation. It didn't escape her eyes that his body was glowing, forming an aura that surrounds his body. Not only that, it was overwhelming to the point that it dwarfed even her own. The surrounding audience all took an unconscious step back ward. Some even held their breathe slightly, sweats beading down her forehead. The hybrid was the only who stood in stalwart manner despite the oppressive aura. Her heart raced slightly causing her to draw labored breathe. But her eyes did not reflect fear in the face of such formidable opponent, a smirk blossomed on her lips. Gravel shifted underneath her feet as she drew them apart while her hands were raised to both side of her head. For one who is well adversed in fighting, they would recognize her stance to be of muay thai but she did not face Fang squarely, instead the side of her body would be facing more towards her opponent as opposed to a more square stance of the traditional style. Furthermore, after witnessing Fang's display of power she would inhale slightly and exhale to sharpen her focus. Ki permeate through her body which she would channel in such a manner that it would form a protective barrier around herself. Like donning an armor, it would protect her against most blows though it was less cumbersome and with the advantage of being instantaneous so as not to make her opponent wait for her. Most of her adversaries so far had been lacking in terms of martial skill, relying on their brute strength and size to overwhelm her. The first few ones especially had been rather dismissive of her victory and chalking it up as mere fluke. Afterall, she's just a random girl who think too highly of herself right? If only they had been aware of the foolishness of their words as they were forced to kiss the floor underneath them. But this person is completely different. From his stance all the way to his power level, she could tell he was the real deal. Her only complain was that she could not see the face hidden underneath... No, perhaps that is also part of his strategy. One's facial expression can betray a lot of emotions during a fight, allowing them to be read easily. The slightest feint from one hand could cause one's eyebrow to twitch. In such case, it would be better to study his opponent thoroughly first. Any child can throw a punch. A trained fighter would compare the difference between their power and reach, adopt a proper style that maximize their advantage and concealed their weakness and attempt to uncover their opponent at the same time. In preparation alone he certainly have her at a disadvantage. The distance between them could be covered in an instance. As this is not an official competition, there was no referee to start the match. Therefore it was up for her to decide when the fight was about to start. She could feel all the eyes of the audience glued on them both. For a few seconds she stood completely still as she inhale and exhale, following a set of breathing exercise which cause fog to formed before lips. "My name is Ruby. Come, I'll let you have the first hit challenger."Word Count: 646 Total Word Count: 951 Fang {Spoiler} Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25(Fighting) Defense: 60(50+Reflex+Defense Modifier) HP: 50 KI:85 Damage Reduction:1 Damage Modifier:3 PL:26
Attack 1: Attack 2: Damage Taken:
Bonus Action: Barrier Cost: 15 ki.
Standard Action 1: N/A Standard Action 2: N/A
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
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Post by Fang on Nov 18, 2019 0:31:51 GMT -8
Though Fang wasn’t one to think too much into things, he was attentive enough to heed the surprise encompassing her features when he revealed his name. Discerning what founded the reaction was impossible; the man had little to go off, and he never had a tremendous talent with deductive reasoning. Given the location, the only thing he guessed was she might have heard about him from his days competing in the underground fighting pits within the city. It made the most sense, because there was a good deal of people interested in it around where he came from. Yet…
Calling it a good name, that was what puzzled him. He expected her to make a quip about those earlier days, but none came. Instead, she seemed to have a liking for the name itself. Maybe she happened to have affection for word names, but he doubted it. Not supported by a surname, not having any fancy title following out it, all he had was a mundane moniker, just a common word. Though it puzzled him, he didn’t invest any more thought to it besides that, for he doubted it would lend him any strategic advantage without more details.
For a period, he observed her actions instead of pouncing at the opportunity to attack. Had he been raised by less cautious people; he might have had a greater tendency to treat even battle recklessly. Their shady tactics bled into his own, a mixture of underhanded fighting and martial arts he learned while adapting to others in the pits. This girl—perhaps she would learn why he was such a pain to fight.
The first thing he noticed was the mimicking of his technique. Instead of going for him, she took enough precautions to raise a barrier of her own. Enveloping her form instead of being projected as a more remote construct, he knew from using it mere moments ago that it probably possessed identical capabilities. Warding away damage. It meant he was going to have to use his adaptive fighting to stay safe, because unlike him, he had a feeling from the body count around them that she had more mitigative tricks up her sleeve. It narrowed his options, but there was no way in Hell he would back down.
With the air she gave off, even with his less educated mind, Fang found it nigh amusing that she referenced the volume of his bark, when hers seemed just as loud. It was a generous helping of confidence for an individual who decimated a platoon of senseless rabble. Deciding to let his fists, power level, and martial skill do the talking, he waited for the pink-haired, horned woman to initiate the fight. Had it not been an official contest, he might have jumped at her and attacked right away. This wasn’t life or death; there was no need to usurp his strength and provide them with the ability to chalk up a triumph to a sucker punch.
Ruby, huh?
Well, the match was on now.
Once it was declared, he tore towards the woman in an indistinct blur of motion. His movements birthed tempestuous winds from the lone act of pressing his weight against his rear leg and pushing off it. He hoped his approach would be abrupt enough to provide fewer opportunities for a counter. After all, he had just shifted from what appeared to be some manner of karate stance to an odd freestyle stance with his hands down in an instant. Unorthodox action tended to throw off people’s timing, and with it, opened possibilities to pepper them with the heaviest blows.
The first attack he attempted was a cartwheel kick, aiming to slam his shin against the side of her head with enough force to escort ordinary people over large distances in an instant. No matter if he found purchase with his assault, he would keep his foot static in the air, and attempt to bring his other foot up to wedge her head between them.
This was, simply put, a head scissors take down. Except the man swung himself through the air in an attempt to throw his opponent away from him, hopefully crashing them against the coarse, unforgiving pavement. Though it began as that specific attack, it ended up turning into what many would refer to as the Hurricanrana.
As he was certain his opponent was learning, his style was not a lone style. It was the bastardization of many different styles he picked up through the years of fighting varied opponents on a near constant, rigorous basis. Adapting to his style was nigh impossible, but he had the added feature of progressively adapting more to the opponent as the fight wagered on. While he learned his opponent’s ways, he stole and did his best to mirror their style, and thus derived the best way of going about avoiding it and exploiting it. Constant, instinctive adaption—that was all he knew. It was how he survived, even during those trying times in the wild.
WC: 838 TWC: 2253 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (15/15 Temp) Ki - 85/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) Defense - 75 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) to Incoming Damage. Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: N/A
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique (Cartwheel Kick) with Burgle (-5 Acc) Strike Dice Roll: m0jSejB91d100+30 Strike Damage: 1d8+5 Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique (Hurricanrana) with Burgle (-5 Acc) Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+30 Strike Damage: 1d8+5
Bonus Action: Burgle (This technique reduces the target’s Accuracy or Defense modifiers(chosen when performing a technique) by -5 for 1 turn if it hits; increase your own Attack or Defense modifier(mirroring which was chosen previously) by +5 until the end of your next turn.)
At Will(s): N/A 1d100+30·1d8+5·1d100+30·1d8+5
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Post by Ruby on Nov 19, 2019 15:30:05 GMT -8
The boar masked individual didn't waste any time to begin his assault. She had expected that he would start off with a barrage of punches as he had adopted a boxing stance earlier so it took her offguard that Fang made an opening move with a cartwheel kick. The foot accelerated to her head with such celerity that all she could see was a blur. Her instinct immediately told her to raise her guard immediately, one which she heeded by tucking her arm upward so that her forearm would cover most of her head. Just in time as well, as the leg struck her squarely challenging the integrity of her barrier.
As if someone had struck a baseball, nay, a warclub directly at her, the part of her arm which she used to block the attack had turned slightly purple. Her eyes widen a bit in response, concerned with the damage made by the attack. Had she not bothered to defend herself at all, the damage would have been far worst. Her surprised continued as she felt another leg wrapped around her neck so as to wedge her head in between them. Her cheek flushed a tiny bit of pink as she felt her face made contact with his crotch. The sensation lasted only for an instant however as she felt herself flung through the air and onto the concrete underneath.
It was only thanks to her father skill in teaching her how to break the fall that she manage to land not on her head, but on her knee. Sounds of awe can be heard throughout the arena but she knew better that it was mostly just a fluke. And Lady Fortune was certainly not quite partial towards her. Picking herself up the floor, she immediately being her counter assault by launching a fist straight towards the boar's head. Whether or not it connected, the result didn't matter as it was moreso a setup for her as she launched a low kick next, her foot bringing her own turbulent wind as it sliced the air towards his shin.
WC: 349 TWC:1300
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{Spoiler}Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25(Fighting)-reduced to 20 by burgle. Defense: 60(50+Reflex+Defense Modifier) HP: 50 KI:85 Damage Reduction:1 Damage Modifier:3 PL:26 Barrier:10
Attack 1: 129 vs 60(Hit-Guard) Attack 2: 49 vs 60(Miss) Damage Taken: 15 reduced to 5 by Guard.
Bonus Action: Guard Effect: Increase Damage Reduction by 10. Cost: 10 ki.
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique(Jab)
Strike Dice Roll: zWKw|lnW1d100+20
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique(Low Kick)
Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+20
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
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Post by Fang on Nov 19, 2019 22:26:05 GMT -8
To some extent, the woman managed to block the brunt of his unorthodox kick. Had she been incapable of taking an introductory attack, then he would have been at a loss regarding how she defeated a small platoon of rugged fighters beforehand. Though it failed to find as much purchase as he hoped for, he succeeded in his subsequent assault; a head scissors take down that ended in him sending her towards the hard ground under them. Unfortunately, she broke the fall and limited the biggest effect it had to theatrics. The crowd appreciated the sight, but he grew used to hearing reception from crowds in his time fighting for others.
After surviving his preliminary onslaught, the woman moved towards him and forwarded her fist towards the deceased meat barricading his face from view. Quick as the blow was, he was able to read it and determine its destination before it collided with his mask. Fang knew that, with an opponent like this, the force behind the blow would trivialize what meager protection he had from the headgear. Though his hands were down while he renewed his strange style, he leaned back to avoid the punch by inches.
Lead leg out and his hands up once more, he prepared to go in for another attack. Before he managed to seize the opportunity, Ruby swung her leg at his shin with enough force to carve through the winds. A baseball bat analogy no longer applying, he knew it had the power to demolish cars, concrete, and other durable constructions with ease. Averse as he was to taking the attack, it was too fast to avoid. Fang lifted his leg to check the kick, but felt a surge of pain through his marrow while his brain acknowledged the bruising that would be left in the blow’s wake. It seemed to find less purchase than intended, emphasizing the extent of his natural power.
Some people might want to cry out when taking attacks from the harrowing sensations imposed, but trained fighters trained themselves to resist. Letting the opponent know about a wounded status would induce a reaction like a shark in water who smelled blood, and their assault could come full-force at the least opportune times. Not only did he not protest, but the mask prevented anyone from seeing how he felt. In contrast, his opponent could be read—although, she seemed to, for the most part, have equipped a considerable poker face of her own.
With his back facing the crowd, he ducked behind the nearest onlooker without hesitation. Shoving a middle-aged man peppered with scabs and other maladies on his blotched skin towards Ruby, he attempted to wait for her to deal with this hapless individual. No matter if she moved out of the way, pushed him aside, or even just let him fall on her, he would step forward, flick his leg into the air, and attempt to slam it down on her in an axe kick powerful enough to cool the spectators off with another gale.
Shoving his hand into the man’s—whatever may have happened to him—coin purse, Fang proceeded onwards with his relentless approach. Flinging a mixture of coin, packets, and pocket lint towards her face, he attempted to rob her of her vision and distract her while he sprang into the air. Bringing both knees to his chest, he pushed both feet towards her to dropkick her hard enough to send her flying back once more.
No matter the outcome, the man would land with his hands on the ground and his legs out, before whirling around. Positioning himself with one hand on the ground, his new stance could not be defined. It was like a predatory, quadrupedal animal; he kept low to the ground with one hand planted as though he were ready to pounce. Thus far, he was having fun with the fight. It always felt sublime to let loose, forego inhibitions and go at a person with no codes, no rules, with any tactic one desired. That was how it was while he fought in the pits, and it never changed even while he grew up among thieves and cutthroats.
For the bulk of his life, his ability to adapt and do what needed to be done, regardless of morality, was his lifeline. Maybe with sophisticated training Fang could adopt a different style, but as for now, it was the only well of knowledge he had to take from. His lack of special attacks or a wealth of practical techniques credited that piece of his life for their absence, and he had little ideas about them; the protective barricade, whose integrity had been challenged with Ruby’s prior attack, was the only skill he derived from his two decades of life—
But as of right then, he wouldn’t have it any other way.
WC: 810 TWC: 3063 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (10/15 Temp) Ki - 85/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) | +5 Acc from Burgle Defense - 75 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) to Incoming Damage. Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: 10 -5 DR = 5
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique (Axe Kick) with Burgle (-5 Acc) Strike Dice Roll: XdIErum71d100+35 Strike Damage: 1d8+5 Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique (Dropkick) with Burgle (-5 Acc) Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+35 Strike Damage: 1d8+5
Bonus Action: Burgle (This technique reduces the target’s Accuracy or Defense modifiers(chosen when performing a technique) by -5 for 1 turn if it hits; increase your own Attack or Defense modifier(mirroring which was chosen previously) by +5 until the end of your next turn.)
At Will(s): N/A 1d100+35·1d8+5·1d100+35·1d8+5
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Post by Ruby on Nov 22, 2019 14:53:33 GMT -8
The fist she threw connected with nothing but thin air as Fang leaned back, surprising the pink hair. It speaks volume of Fang's sharp instinct and keen senses, had Ruby follow up with another strike towards the boar mask she would have likely eaten a solid counter in response before her fist could even fly through the air. The pinkette pulled back her fist immediately so as to prevent her arm from being grab as she launched a low kick next. Most opponent she fought had fallen easily for this simple setup, their attention focused on protected their upper body. Yet Fang reacted to her kick with incredible speed, raising his leg to check her attack even before it connected to the targeted area. With no emotions to pick up from Fang's face, she couldn't tell if he had read her perfectly or that he simply reacted to her attack. Her lips slightly pursed as she noticed that she had driven Fang towards the crowd and immediately follow up so as not to lose him. Until a middle age man was pushed towards him, blocking him completely from view. She clicked her tongue slightly as she shoved the distraction to the side, wondering what he was up to. His foot descended from above towards her, accelerating towards her head. Her instinct kicked in and she pulled herself backward just in time, as a small crater formed underneath his feet. A cause of alarm to be certain, had that kick connected she would be stripped off her barrier for certain. Before she could marshal a counter attack, her eyes were distracted by the hurled projectiles directed towards her face. Swiftly she would use her hand to brush them aside but that made her unprepared for the drop kick that follows and she was sent flying through the air. Her back skidded against the floor, causing her to wince slightly from the pain made by the attack. The sensation seared like hot flame across her body with her skin turning a darker shade from being bruised. Not only that, her barrier barely stood intact from the process, even a light strike from Fang would have demolish it entirely. Cheers from the crowd can be heard as for the first time throughout the night as the girl was shown to be out of her depths. Not the type to stay on the ground for too long, she flipped herself upright and brushed the dust that covered her jacket. Her stomach still ached slightly from the assault ...she couldn't afford to take too many of those. Yet, with pain comes a sense of excitement. Some people may derive enjoyment from crushing weak opponent but she found greater joy in trying to overcome a formidable one. Her feet bounced slightly on the ground before she sprint down towards him. The distance between them allowed her to gain momentum and she started it off with feinting another kick, as she relied on the impact her kick made last round for him to be distracted by it. But then she would pushed herself off the ground and fire a cross straight towards the Fang's head with a move called Superman punch. Had Fang decided to block or tgat the strike somehow connected, she would the land on the ground and follow up with a push kick straight towards his stomach to send him backward. Had the strike somehow missed instead or that her opponent had dodged her strike, she would instead deliver a round house kick both as a way to keep his offense in check and to maintain distance between them both. She had not have a fight this fun ever since she brawled with her father and though their style widely varies, the similarity when it comes to his strength was unmistakable. There was a high chance that she would likely lose tonight but she intended to draw as much knowledge from this fight as possible. Afterall, there is no greater teacher than experience. WC: 668 TWC: 1968 Fang {Spoiler}Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25(Fighting)-reduced to 20 by burgle. Defense: 60(50+Reflex+Defense Modifier) HP: 50 KI:70 Damage Reduction:1 Damage Modifier:3 PL:26 Barrier:1
Attack 1: 70 vs 80(Miss via Rapid Movement) Attack 2: 49 vs 60(Hit) Damage Taken: 9.
Bonus Action: Rapid Movement Effect: Increase Defend by 25 against all attacks. Cost: 15 ki.
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique(Jab)
Strike Dice Roll: oUUkBq_g1d100+20
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique(Low Kick)
Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+20
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
1d100+20·1d8+3·1d100+20·1d8+3
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Post by Fang on Nov 22, 2019 21:28:46 GMT -8
As traditional as the woman seemed in her approach, a superman punch belied the specific style she adopted before. The shift threw him off, a twist of irony with how uncanny Fang was when it came to combat, and he was forced to raise his guard to take the brunt of the attack. The impact resounded through his body, but his natural toughness and the difference in raw power between them reduced the damage he would have taken to nonexistent. However, the force still sent him skidding back; the audience behind him felt the ensuing breeze from the attack.
With the assault finding purchase, Ruby followed up with a push kick. Once more, he managed to lower his guard in time to bring it before his once exposed abdomen. Though the strike served its purpose in resetting their position and sending him several feet back, skidding on his footwear, it seemed to have minimal effect. Granted, it was impossible to discern the type of expression her wore behind the accessory. Had she been capable of seeing through the thick hide, she would have noticed his focus remain resolute. Fang felt the force, but any attention towards his arms revealed a lack of bruising from the attacks.
He found the pattern strange. Moving from a Superman punch to a push kick required her to reset her position after the initial blow, and that gave Fang a window of time to prepare for the follow-up; the latter strike with her leg. Personally, he had no idea why she wanted to keep distance between them. He assumed it was a strategy, but she had success landing on him inside the pocket. Alas, he needed to make his own moves before his mind wandered to unnecessary details.
Fang had a feeling she was starting to wear down. Of course, she still had her zest, but his pressure seemed to be whittling down the barrier she wreathed her body with, and once that was dealt with, he could finally deal actual damage to her. Upon realizing this, it made sense that she was trying to put space between them; probably to gather her bearings before another assault. With that in mind, Fang knew he needed to keep up the constant pressure and give her little room for recovery.
Dashing forward, he closed the gap between them with another leg-based attack. Pushing off the ground, he raised the appendage and tried to slam his knee against her—he had no specific target, his flying knee technique was for both erasing distance and using his momentum to power his movement. However, that was not the end of it. After trying that move, he would land on his feet once more. Whirling around and angling his arm horizontal, he went for a spinning back elbow in hopes of overwhelming her with another flurry of wild motion.
Sharing the sentiment, Fang was having fun with the bout. He would have preferred to fight her when her potential was realized, because the difference between the conflicting duo was palpable. A challenge was a challenge, however, and he needed to show the extent of his strength; it was the purpose of the bout, not just a simple practice match. Ruby issued a challenge with a stake, and he refrained from giving it anything but his all.
WC: 535 TWC: 3598 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (10/15 Temp) Ki - 75/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) | +5 Acc from Burgle Defense - 75 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) to Incoming Damage +10 from Guard Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: 11 -15 DR = 0
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique (Flying Knee) Strike Dice Roll: V86AUwT71d100+35 Strike Damage: 1d8+5 Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique (Spinning Back Elbow) Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+35 Strike Damage: 1d8+5
Bonus Action: Guard (-10 ki, +10 DR)
At Will(s): N/A 1d100+35·1d8+5·1d100+35·1d8+5
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Post by Ruby on Nov 28, 2019 0:12:45 GMT -8
Ruby clicked her tongue slightly as she observed that her superman punch didn't bear much fruit. While she managed to land a strike on Fang, her punch didn't penetrate leading to lackluster amount of power behind them. The only consolation she could take was that the force was enough to send Fang skidding backward, giving her time and space to unleash her front kick. Yet her second assault bore as much fruit as her former attack. The barrier stood firm like a castle wall even under the siege of her assault. And like any castle that were under siege, a vicious counteroffensive ensues as Fang flew towards her with blinding speed. For a second she considered raising her hands to check the knee in the process. But her opponent was going too fast that she ended up pivoting herself sideways to get out of the way. Once Fang flew past her, she would use that moment to try and seize that small vulnerable moment when they landed. As if reading her thoughts, Fang unleashed a spinning elbow towards her face. In the attempt to mitigate the damage, she raise one hand to protect herself but it was too late. The impact shattered her barrier in a single blow and rocked her head causing her vision to swirl slightly. Were it not for the barrier in place, she probably would have suffered a concussion right there. Blood dripped from her lips and she spat slightly on the ground. Her barrier...yep, it was completely gone now. An explosive cheer could be heard from the remaining crowds upon the realization. It was the first time someone managed to break her barrier that night. She chuckled mentally, wondering if everyone within the parking lot would root for whoever that would stand against the pinkette. No matter, she still possessed the will and the strength to fight against her opponent. Arms tucked around her head as guard, she would rush forward straight towards Fang. Even without barrier, Ruby possessed a strong chin so she was confident to take any of the light strikes heading her way. Once she get within reaching distance, her fist would whip forward in a jab towards Fang's head. Using her other fist, she would loop it backward before swinging the fist upward as if she was swinging a machete. WC: 390 TWC: 2358 {Spoiler}Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25 (Fighting)-reduced to 20 by burgle. Defense: 60(50+Reflex+Defense Modifier) HP: 43 KI:55 Damage Reduction: 1 Damage Modifier:3. PL: 26
Attack 1: 69 vs 85 Miss!(Rapid Movement) Attack 2: 109 vs 85 Hit! Damage Taken: 7 (Reduced by 1 from Barrier)
Bonus Action: Rapid Movement Effect: increase Defense by 25 Cost: 15 ki.
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique(Jab)
Strike Dice Roll: t8QUWpw91d100+20
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique(Bolo Punch)
Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+20
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
Fang1d100+20·1d8+3·1d100+20·1d8+3
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Post by Fang on Nov 28, 2019 21:14:47 GMT -8
Flying knees were maneuvers that seemed to have a high chance of failing unless set up properly. Ruby managed to get out of the way of the attack, but the motion exposed her to the follow-up—which, being privy to how avoidable the assault was, Fang had inserted as the predominant purpose of the range erasing move in the first place. Though the woman managed to raise her guard to take the brunt of the spinning back elbow in close pursuit of her violent strike, it shattered the barrier she erected around her flesh and resulted in a bloody lip. This so-called prize money—it already could be tasted on Fang’s lips.
Fang refrained from embracing the explosive cheers rallying the newest combatant. After all, the half-Saiyan had doubts if any of the individuals finding comfort in the systematic picking apart of their former tormentor could hold a candle to the pink-haired woman, and doubts were had whether the momentous Pigmen Brotherhood leader could stomach the idea of such a petty victory. However, focusing on the fight act hand was prioritized, and it was impossible to deny that the detour was bolstering their stock as a fighter.
Maybe it would boost Ruby’s stock, too. Any publicity was good publicity; should everyone in the city want to see her get her head kicked in, then that meant she was putting asses into seats, and that increased her value and the amount of money she would receive to show up and fight. In a twist of irony, Fang went from being the uncanny dirty fighter who people hoped to see defeated soundly, to apparently the face of this event.
One problem with “spinning shit” was it could throw a person off balance, and result in counter attacks finding purchase. Thanks to the elbow attack possibly disorienting the woman for a short period of time, Fang managed to reset and find steady ground. Eyes glued to Ruby, not a second went by without scrutinizing every periodic motion and tactic the opponent wished to launch. With the pace of the bout, one did not have to wait a long time for those imminent attacks to be realized—and it commenced with the bread and butter.
Fang watched as Ruby started with a jab, attempting to lance their fist through the demon boar mask and into bone and flesh. Before she realized her aspirations, Fang leaned backwards to avoid the blow by inches. A ready gust of wind could be felt from the strength behind the attack, and the Saiyan hybrid was confident the attack would have resulted in significant injury should it have landed. Another punch followed, a looping blow—perhaps a telephone punch of sorts—which also went wide as the speed demon leaned out of the way with hands down.
Arms snapping back into guard, Fang pressed forward with blinding speed. Lunging a jab towards Ruby’s midsection, the cunning combatant attempted to sap away the woman’s strength. Going to the body was a tactic that could result in a fight-ending punch, such as a liver shot, but also served the purpose of knocking the air out of their lungs. Less oxygen meant slowing the adversary down, and that boded well for anyone who wanted to keep up the pressure until they proved themselves triumphant.
However, that wasn’t the extent of it—after jabbing at the body, Fang shot towards her. Trying to wrap both arms around the pink-haired individual’s midsection, an attempt to cycle around to their back followed. Pooling a gargantuan amount of strength into the effort, the presumably smaller participant attempted to hoist Ruby into the air, and should purchase be realized, slam them into the ground neck and back first in an abrupt German suplex. Fang had no intention of holding them down—it was just to slam them and cause more damage, gradually whittle away their impressive tenacity until the prize money was within their grasp.
A victory there, before may prying eyes gunning for the pig head-clad warrior to seize the win, would probably elevate popularity and result in more opportunities to fight for greater sums of money. Though this was unsanctioned, it could lead to opportunities; maybe even ones unrelated to combat, ones that would pay homage to the incredible swiftness Fang was capable of summoning. Not to mention the shrewd personality the former leader wielded—no matter what, the hybrid saw triumph here as lucrative.
WC: 740 TWC: 4338 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (10/15 Temp) Ki - 75/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) | +5 Acc from Burgle Defense - 75 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: 0 (Strike 1 & 2 Miss)
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique (Jab) w/ Burgle (-5 Def) Strike Dice Roll: lX3lQWZe1d100+35 Strike Damage: 1d8+5 Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique (Release Suplex) w/ Burgle (-5 Def) Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+35 Strike Damage: 1d8+5
Bonus Action: Burgle (This technique reduces the target’s Accuracy or Defense modifiers(chosen when performing a technique) by -5 for 1 turn if it hits; increase your own Attack or Defense modifier(mirroring which was chosen previously) by +5 until the end of your next turn.)
At Will(s): N/A 1d100+35·1d8+5·1d100+35·1d8+5
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Post by Ruby on Nov 28, 2019 23:56:08 GMT -8
Over-committed. Though her fist shot forward with the proper amount of force it lacked her usual speed and turned into more of a power jab. As a result it failed to even touch Fang's mask as she deftly leaned away from her punch. That she failed to even scratch her opponent bring forth a pang of vexation but it was within expectation, as her other fist brought forward towards her chin. Surely, the bolo punch she would unleash next would meet it's mark. Yet she only manage to strike Fang's afterimage, her eyes widen like saucers before her gaze as drawn downward. Her teeth clenched as she noticed Fang's fist rushed forth towards her chest. The speed was too fast for Ruby to avoid and Fang's punch rang true, striking her solar plexus directly. Not only it knocked the air out of her luck but it also caused her to expel spittle of saliva. White hot flame surged through her body and it made her rather sluggish but Fang wasn't done quite yet. She barely blinked when Fang disappeared from sight, though she did not have to wonder long on where she go as she felt arms embraced around her waist. Not in a loving manner, which she would definitely appreciate, but instead she was lifted into the air. Her body would then move in the shape of an arc and she could surmise the way she was travelling would likely mean she would be slammed down to the floor. Normally she would have attempt to break out of the hold even before the supplex was completed, but Fang's grip proved too strong for her to get out of to stop the manuver. So instead, Ruby would channel ki around her body and neck to strengthen herself for one brief moment to try and dampen the impact. A loud sickening sound could be heard throughout the parking lot as the pinkette was slammed directly into the concrete. A small crater had formed underneath them where she crashed and she could hear the wincing sound made by some members of the crowds. Even with her desperate countermeasure against the assault she could feel her pain nerves flared up from the impact. For some reason Fang didn't choose to hold her down which Ruby would immediately use the opportunity to peel herself away by rolling off Fang. The damage from Fang's earlier assault was building up and had started to take a toll on her body. The pinkette had already begun breathing heavily as she could feel her strength was slowly sapped away throughtout the match. Rushing forward, she would grab her opponent and arc her arm around Fang's neck in the attempt to clinch her. Should she manage to secure her grip, she would pull her opponent towards her and slam her knee towards her midsection in the hope of breaching through her barrier. Though victory had proven elusive at this point, she hoped that at least she could manage to get a scratch on her adversary. WC: 505 TWC: 2863 {Spoiler}Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25 (Fighting) Defense: 60(Defense)-Reduced to 50 by Burgle HP: 35 KI:45 Damage Reduction: 1 Damage Modifier:3. PL: 26
Attack 1: 69 vs 60 Hit! Attack 2: 109 vs 60 Hit!(Guard) Damage Taken: 8
Bonus Action: Guard Effect: Increase Damage Resistance by 10. Cost: 10 ki.
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique(Knee Strike)
Strike Dice Roll: YwlEk4dK1d100+25
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique(Knee Strike)
Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+25
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+3
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
Fang 1d100+25·1d8+3·1d100+25·1d8+3
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Post by Fang on Nov 29, 2019 5:54:36 GMT -8
High-impact violence. Fang never knew how to hold back—because when posed against the wilds, and when brought into the fighting pits, fortune was never generous enough to provide the opportunity. Moreover, though several breathing techniques founding a prowess over energy manipulation resided within the hybrid, meticulous control over power was never a specialty. With further development, that could change in the future; and it might come with other boons. Right now, the only thing in Fang’s possession was unparalleled determination, speed, and cunning.
Fang felt the lancing jab impact Ruby’s solar plexus, resulting in the intended effects. Though fighters often wore their damage well, driving a fist into an individual’s midsection resulted in misery difficult to conceal. Robbing the lungs of valuable oxygen, slowing their pace and opening more opportunities for the culprit to exploit, momentum swung in Fang’s favour. Throughout the bout, there were times where their attacks went too broad, and the woman’s agility thwarted all attempts to inflict significant damage on her person. With their stamina sapped, it would be easier to connect with the barrages needed to close the book on this fight.
Finding purchase with the slam, the half-Saiyan struck Ruby with the most brutal attack of the day. Backed with enough force to inflict earth-shattering trauma on the cement, the bandit leader was surprised the pink-haired woman was able to retain her consciousness after her release from the suplex. Knowing that the specific maneuver caused damage to the neck, back, and head, Fang ascertained that the only way the woman must have mitigated the blow and avoided a concussion was padding herself with more energy. Though it was reminiscent of the technique employed earlier, it was transient; summoned for that moment alone. Having this ability in her arsenal, it was simple deductive reasoning.
For good reason, even the crowd cringed at the attack. Fang witnessed that reaction many times over their tenure as a fighter in the Pig Pen’s. One moment the crowd was cheering, enjoying the conflict transpiring below, and then in the next instant, a wave of silence would wash them over after witnessing a horrific attack or submission. Though the masses had a higher capacity for intense violence, it appeared their consciences weren’t jaded enough to provide an immunity to witnessing grievous injury. At least for some people.
Ruby impressed the relentless gladiator with her toughness, springing back up after impact and attempting to get her in the clinch. Another blur of speed followed while Fang stepped to the side, circling around to the woman’s flank. Using the hand—the left—that would therefore be the closest to Ruby’s midriff, the speed demon swung their fist towards their gut once again. It was the hybridization of a hook and an uppercut. As with the other attacks thrown towards Ruby that day, it wasn’t the only one. There was a follow-up, no matter if it connected or not.
A flurry of blows ensued after the uppercut-hook blend. Swift enough to result in another unseen blur of motion, Fang attempted to unleash a monsoon of left and right straights on Ruby. Rather than having any specific target like before, the ruthless bandit tried to impact whatever was in range, with a bias towards the body. Since good results were had with going to the body, possibly even leading to Fang being able to avoid the clinch and the knees that would have chased it, sticking to the game plan seemed like a good idea. Though it ran the risk of getting too predictable, using it for all it was worth would hopefully be lucrative, and maybe even limit damage to a pretty face.
WC: 611 TWC: 4949 Ruby -- Battle Information - {Spoiler}Fang - PL 178 - Edge 4 HP - 35/35 (10/15 Temp) Ki - 75/100 Accuracy - 1d100+15 (Fighting) +15 (Edge 4)/ 1d100+0 (Energy Control) +15 (Edge 4) Defense - 75 | +10 from Burgle = 85 Damage Modifier - +5 (Edge 4) Ki Cost Modifier - -0 DR - -5 (Edge 4) Ongoing Effects: Barrier (15 Temp HP) Damage Taken: 0 (Strike 1 & 2 Miss)
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique (Uppercut/Hook) w/ Burgle (-5 Def) Strike Dice Roll: sltHZOZx1d100+30 Strike Damage: 1d8+5 Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique (Straight Barrage) w/ Burgle (-5 Def) Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+30 Strike Damage: 1d8+5
Bonus Action: Burgle (This technique reduces the target’s Accuracy or Defense modifiers(chosen when performing a technique) by -5 for 1 turn if it hits; increase your own Attack or Defense modifier(mirroring which was chosen previously) by +5 until the end of your next turn.)
At Will(s): N/A 1d100+30·1d8+5·1d100+30·1d8+5
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Post by Ruby on Dec 1, 2019 18:28:39 GMT -8
Ruby's attempt to clinch her opponent failed as once more Fang demonstrated her agility, staying out of the way of her grasp. Even worse
than the damage inflicted, she was completely caught within Fang's rhythm. The constant swarm of pressure applied by her elusive foe was getting to her. She could barely conceal the feeling of vexation that blossomed in her heart from showing up on her face when her attacks had kissed nothing but air thus far yet her opponent manage to sink her strikes directly into her flesh. A frog in the well knows not of the ocean. That was what her father told her in his deathbed before he suggested the pinkette to explore the horizon and now, she felt she understood that idiom quite well. There were stronger fighters out there and if she wanted to be strong enough to take care of herself, she would need to be diligent with her training. Otherwise she would always be facing this particular situation almost constantly with her back to the wall and getting beaten black and blue. Her body flared with crimson aura as Fang's fist approached her gut but did little when it comes to mitigating the damage. Ruby knew that her stamina was too far gone to try and play the long game. Instead she gritted her teeth and braced herself as another punch found purchase on her stomach. The other barrage of straights also connected with her body, elucidating grunt of pain from her lips. Mentally, the pinkette surmised she could have avoided those punches but instead she decided to gamble her endurance in order to score a decisive hit. And the only way she could do that against an elusive opponent like this was by trading punches with her. Perhaps in the future she could come up with a more elegant solution to her dilemma but such convenience was not afforded to her at this time. As such, when Fang dove in to strike her belly she unleashed her own vicious hook against Fang at the same time. Hence the crimson aura that surrounded her was meant to enhanced striking power and possibly breach through Fang's toughness. When Fang delivered multiple straight right towards her, Ruby answered with counterpunches of her own towards Fang's body without regard of the reach distance between them both. A risky manuver perhaps but with the glimmer of hope of any chance of victory long gone, she was moreso in it to see just how far she could push herself before her lights went out. Somewhere deep in her mind, Ruby was reminded of the reason she had seek someone capable to fight her was because she needed them to accompany her on a mission. Someone like Fang would surely be more than strong enough to fill the ranks but the question was, would she be interested to join her after this fight? Ruby hoped that she could show enough mettle to attract a sliver of her attention. WC: 500 TWC: 3363 {Spoiler}Fighting: 25 Energy Control: 0 Reflexes: 5 Resilience: 0
Accuracy: 1d100+25 (Fighting) Defense: 60(Defense)-Reduced to 50 by Burgle HP: 21 KI:38 Damage Reduction: 1 Damage Modifier:3. PL: 26
Attack 1: 70 vs 50 Hit! Attack 2: 109 vs 50 Hit! Damage Taken: 14
Bonus Action: Enhanced Dragon Dash Effect: Increase melee accuracy by 10 and melee damage by 5. Cost: 7 ki.
Standard Action 1: Strike Basic Technique(Hook)
Strike Dice Roll: Z1IiJ3GO1d100+35
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+8
Standard Action 2: Strike Basic Technique(Counterpunch)
Strike Dice Roll: 1d100+35
Strike Damage Roll: 1d8+8
Class: Martial Artist Racial Trait: Zenkai Requirements: Saiyan Effect: The essence of Saiyanhood is surviving. This is clear even by their racial trait. When in a battle, be it life or death or spar, the Saiyans truly shine. For every battle you participate in to the end, you gain an additional +500 EP and +50 PL for Spars and +1000 EP and +100 PL for Life and Death Battles. In addition, during battle, while your health is below 40% of its maximum, increase your Fighting and Energy Control by 5 each.
Class Features: Level: 0
Martial Mastery- You gain 3 additional Technique Slots and may fill them without any required learn-time; these techniques begin at Rank 1.
Solid Foundation- You begin play with 1 Enhanced Basic Technique; you may learn a second Enhanced Basic Technique upon reaching Potential Mastery level 5.
Fang 1d100+35·1d8+8·1d100+35·1d8+8
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