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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2019 19:48:42 GMT -8
The ground ruptured from the force of the energy blasts as mini explosions rocked the countryside. The dust cleared leaving Beruto exposed and surrounded by several craters, the rest of his track pants having been seared away in the blast. The haggard youth looked exhausted and in pain, yet to his credit, he didn't give up.
He charged at Cress, his raised fist seeking purchase as it was plowed toward his mid-section. Cress's eyes widened.
He threw his arms up in front of himself to guard against the coming blow, bracing his feet against the ground as Beruto's fist slammed into him.
His feet gouged into the dirt as the concussive force of the blow knocked him backwards, sending stinging pain through his forearms. What the hell was this kid made of... steel? Every time Cress thought he had him, he only bounced back and counterattacked.
He was beyond impressed. Cress realized he didn't want this fight to end so soon.
"Congrats, kid! You've managed to impress me. So let's finish this on even ground."
He suppressed his power, his black aura fading away to nothing. Without his wild energy spilling out all over the place, Cress felt his energies work faster to heal his sustained injuries. It was time for some good ol' fashion fisticuffs.
Cress ran forward, fists raised as he threw a flurry of pummeling blows at the boy. Quick jabs, haymakers, and vicious knee strikes made up the onslaught as he sought to beat the youth down, matching him powerful blow for powerful blow.
"You're not half-bad for a runt! Let's see what you got!"
Beruto
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Beruto's 1st Strike misses. Beruto's 2nd Strike deals 5 damage, reduced to 1 via DR. Bristling Defenses deals 2 damage.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki [At-Will Action(s)] Suppression [Bonus Action(s)] Dragon Dash (-7 ki) [Standard Action] Strike w/ DD (-0 ki) [Standard Action] Strike w/ DD (-0 ki)
xirp6qAM1d100+25 for Strike. 1d8+4 for damage.
1d100+25 for Strike. 1d8+4 for damage.
ACTIVE EFFECTS.
RACIAL TRAIT. Like Rubber - You possess a natural 2 DR.
GENERAL TRAITS. n/a
CLASS FEATURES. Powerful Ki - Increase your Maximum Ki by +20; you regain +3 Ki at the beginning of each of your turns. One Man Army - You gain 1 additional Standard Action per turn when you(and your allies) are outnumbered by your opponents.
ITEMS. Recovery Package - Bonus. 1/1 uses.
DEFENSE/UTILITY TECHS. Aura Guard - Bonus. 15 ki. 1/1 uses.
ATTACK TECHS. n/a
Battle Stats
CURRENT PL: 250 (Suppressed) | BASE PL: 2,425
HP: 63/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 76/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 25 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 10 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +4 | DMG MODIFIER: +1 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
1d100+25·1d8+4·1d100+25·1d8+4
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Post by Beruto on Nov 29, 2019 5:34:36 GMT -8
Failing to hit his intended target and only managing to smash the big man's guard and drive him back, Beruto cursed internally at himself and resolved to correct the mistake with a renewed and focused assault on the man's core. Eventually once he'd destroyed that foundation, the rest of his hulking opponent's muscled body would collapse. What happened next though truly surprised the shirtless teen, the man declared that he was duly impressed and not only promised to power back down to his level, the energy based fireworks show going on around him dying away, but also announced his intention to continue the fist with just melee combat, by wading after the boy with his fists at the ready. This of course suited the red headed boy just fine as he would now be able to drill this man's core until he collapsed, at least that is what Beruto hoped. "Fine by me gramps." Beurto replied, getting his arms up high to defend his head. The contrast between the two fighters was stark, the smaller, younger male was fast and strong, focusing on defending against his larger, more muscular opponent's blows, while picking and choosing his own punches, on the other side of the fight, the big man was just that, big, muscled and powerful, quite probably more so than the athletic teen, he pursued the shirtless boy with a constant barrage of blows, not focusing on any particular part of the teen's anatomy.
It wasn't until a knee impacted the boy's stomach that there was any indication of a weakness in his defense. Beruto had managed to intercept, or parry a large portion of the big man's punches, one or two slipping by his defense to bat the teen's head left or right, but eliciting only a grunt of frustration that he'd failed to block the blow. That changed however with the first knee to the kid's gut. The boy's impressive abdominal muscles oddly didn't seem up to the task and the force of the blow not only lift the shirtless teen to his toes, but also hunched his back as he spat out a mouth full of saliva. In contrast to his iron hard musculature everywhere else, the boy's middle was conspicuously lacking in that same tensile strength. One lucky shot wasn't going to deter the boy however and he battled on, relentlessly attempting to smash his own fists into his muscled opponent's core, that is until another knee found purchase in the teen's gut and hunched him over again.
"Uuuugh!... Damn...." Beurto gasped and then cursed after the big man's knee burrowed into his midsection. To the outside observer it was probably clear now that the tank like boy did have a weakness, the question would be, in his frenzied flurry of attacks, had his muscled brute of an opponent noticed it? The boy would straiten up after a moment's, wiping the spit from the side of his mouth and resume his own sustained barrage, making sure to drill with laser focus, the other male's midsection, ranging from as high as his solar plexus to as low as his navel to try and avoid the bigger man's defense.
Word Count: 531.
Actions:
Reactive - N/A
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Bonus - Guard -10Ki +10DR
No other action taken.
Sq6e1a7C1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
Bristling Defenses: Damage returned to opponent =1
Damage Taken: 22 negated by +15DR = 7
Fighting: 10
Energy Control: 0
Reflexes: 0
Resilience: 20
Accuracy: PHY 1d100 + 10 + 0(Protector) / EGY 1d100 + 0 + 0 (Protector)
Defense: 50 + 0 – 20(Protector) = 30
HP: 50 + 20(Resilience) + 20(Protector) = 90 (+13 Tank = 103) Currently 68 of 103
KI: 20 of 100
of 100
DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 + 10(Guard) = 15
DM: +1
PL: 246
Status Effects: N/A
1d100+10·1d8+1·1d100+10·1d8+1
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2019 8:39:51 GMT -8
The young fighter weathered his blows like a champ. They were powerful, yet uncoordinated strikes with no real rhyme or reason to them, and for that reason alone, a pair of knee strikes connected. It knocked the wind of the cocky punk's sails and lifted him to his toes as saliva shot from his mouth and peppered Cress's chest.
Much to his credit, he did not go down though the same powerful strikes had felled many a demon before. The red head fired back with precision strikes of his own, most of them aimed at Cress's midsection.
His heart pounded in his chest, pumping adrenaline through his body as the thrill of the fight hummed in his Saiyan blood.
Once more the big Saiyan's arms formed a nigh impenetrable guard around his head and shoulders, but that wasn't the target of Beruto's strikes this time: punishing blows slammed into his abdomen again and again, rocking the big man's frame from side to side. One blow in particular send stabbing pain through his ribs—one of them had just been fractured or broken.
Cress caught the final punch in his hand, a bit of black blood dribbling from the corner of his lips as it pooled inside of his mouth—some internal injury his demonic ki was already working to heal. The big Saiyan's hand would close tightly around the younger fighter's fist, holding him captive in place as he grinned at him with bloodstained teeth.
"Yeah. You'll do just fine to sate this appetite of mine. And just how old do ya think I am? This old man's about to beat your ass!"
His aura spiked sharply, and within that split second, Cress's strength magnified tenfold. He clamped his hand with all his might in his attempt to crush the redhead teen's fist in his own. Even should Beruto escape his mighty grasp, it did little to stop the surging powerful upppercut Cress aimed for his chin—a blow that would surely lift the youth off his feet and send him flying if it connected.
Beruto
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Beruto's 1st Strike deals 5 damage, reduced to 1 via DR. Beruto's 2nd Strike deals 9 damage. Bristling Defenses deals 2 damage.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki [At-Will Action(s)] n/a [Bonus Action(s)] Dragon Dash (-7 ki) [Standard Action] Strike w/ DD (-0 ki) [Standard Action] Strike w/ DD (-0 ki)
|Ygc1vk31d100+25 for Strike. 1d8+4 for damage.
1d100+25 for Strike. 1d8+4 for damage.
ACTIVE EFFECTS.
RACIAL TRAIT. Like Rubber - You possess a natural 2 DR.
GENERAL TRAITS. n/a
CLASS FEATURES. Powerful Ki - Increase your Maximum Ki by +20; you regain +3 Ki at the beginning of each of your turns. One Man Army - You gain 1 additional Standard Action per turn when you(and your allies) are outnumbered by your opponents.
ITEMS. Recovery Package - Bonus. 1/1 uses.
DEFENSE/UTILITY TECHS. Aura Guard - Bonus. 15 ki. 1/1 uses.
ATTACK TECHS. n/a
Battle Stats
CURRENT PL: 250 (Suppressed) | BASE PL: 2,425
HP: 51/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 72/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 25 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 10 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +4 | DMG MODIFIER: +1 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
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Post by Beruto on Nov 30, 2019 16:19:51 GMT -8
Landing his punches with practiced precision, Beruto was happy to feel his fists impacting hard with the big man's midsection, the warm flesh bowing to the force and then rebounding back out as the boy's intruding limb retracted for another blow. The teen was all set to hammer another hard punch into his larger opponent when the man seized his right hand in a vice like grip. An urgent yank failed to free his arm, much to Beruto's horror and worse, the big man was grinning like he was a catch, having caught the proverbial mouse. The man addressed the shirtless teen as if he was some sort of meal to be consumed, although Beruto was sure it was more along the lines of sating some sort of sadistic lust for punishing people. Indeed, the man's energy started to spike up again and Beruto could feel the pressure on his trapped hand increasing. He had to act fast to keep the muscled brute from doing permanent damage, unfortunately this meant using his only other arm, which was currently guarding his face. The choice seemed clear, he had to keep the big guy from crushing his hand and so raised his left to grasp the man's wrist, aiming to squeeze hard enough release the pressure on his right hand.
POW!
Beruto didn't know what hit him, what ever it was cocked his head back and the momentum imparted to him lifted the teen up off the ground. His right hand had been freed but both arms were now hopelessly out of position, flailing out above his head. Worse still, the upwards motion of the force imparted to his body which had lifted him off the ground had also put the shirtless teen into a backwards tumble, arching him backwards as he lifted up, stretching out his entire midsection before his opponent.
Word Count: 310.
(Battle stats and actions ended as we have agreed to call the fight a Draw, but have also agreed to an IC only KO.}
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2019 18:32:00 GMT -8
Beruto fought and struggled to break his grasp free from Cress's monstrous grip. He jerked and yanked at the hold, yet it soon dawned on him the Big Saiyan's strength was far too much to overcome with just the strength of one arm. So he made a mistake and took the most foolish action he'd taken since their little morning spat began: he lowered his guard in a bid to free his right hand.
So focused on freeing himself, he never saw the next blow coming. Cress's uppercut caught him clean under the chin and knocked the poor bastard silly. His jaw crumpled like paper beneath the force of the heavy blow that lifted the fiery youth off the ground completely.
Cress let go of his arm with a victorious grin. Why had he expected a different result? Granted this little punk was a tough SOB, tougher than any human Cress had ever fought before. There were dangerous beasts that were felled beneath some of the blows Cress landed on the red-haired youth. It spoke as a testament to his tenacity and prowess, but while his youth served as an asset... it also proved a liability.
He let out a deep chuckle and reared back, balling his hand into a tight fist. Cress plowed it into the suspended boy's midsection with brute force that was sure to drive every ounce of air out of his lungs.
The teen collapsed in a heap upon the ground and laid there still.
"I'm surprised you managed to keep me entertained. So tell ya what, kid... I dunno if you can hear me, but I've decided to let that family live. Congrats... you're a hero."
Cress frowned, working his shoulder around to loosen it up against the stiff ache settling into it. He let out a soft grunt, cradling a hand to his injured ribs. The injury would heal slowly with time. Nothing too serious to worry about.
Cress reached in his rear pocket to retrieve yet another cigarette. He lit it and stuck it between his lips. He turned his back on the unconscious boy and stared off as the sun began to rise on the horizon. A long stream of smoke escaped his lungs, along with another soft chuckle.
"You're young and strong, but you lack conviction. If you weren't so busy worrying yourself over that family, maybe you'd have lasted longer. Learn from your mistakes, and next time we meet, maybe I'll buy ya a beer. Until then, I guess."
He walked off down the long winding dirt road that led away from the farm stead and deeper into the rolling hills and sweeping pastures of the deep country. Cress was hungry, and planned to find and kill a boar for his breakfast.
He gave a final dismissive wave over his shoulder.
"Pat yourself on the back when you wake up."
Beruto
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