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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2019 15:14:20 GMT -8
Tomeo yawned and patted a hand to her mouth as the small girl shuffled into the family's barn. It was five o'clock, which meant it was time to rise and do her daily chores. Tomeo hated doing her daily chores: shoveling pig slop and excrement was no fun, the chickens were ornery things this early when she went for the eggs and pecked at her hands relentlessly, and there were far too many pushy cows to milk. It didn't help that Buster, her farm dog, ran around in crazy circles yipping his head off the entire time while she did it. On top of all of that, she still had to be ready for school around 7:30 AM, otherwise she would miss her bus.
What was the point of school if Daddy wanted her to take over the farm when he retired, anyway? She rubbed a sleepy fist against her left eye, one strap of her over-sized overalls dangling down past her shoulder. No point in complaining about something she'd done for the past three years like clockwork, from the moment she turned four years old. Grabbing the pitchfork from where it leaned against the wall, breathing in the familiar heady scent of horses and dung, Tomeo walked to the giant pile of hay they kept stored to feed the horses and cows. It was the easiest task, though the most time consuming, and so she fed the barn animals first. Might as well get it done and over with, right?
Maybe if she finished early, she could get a few more minutes of sleep before getting ready for school.Turning the heavy pitchfork in her small hands, Tomeo jabbed the pitchfork deep into the pile to ready the first batch for feeding. Only she struck something hard. "Hmm?" Her brows furrowed in curiosity. Was something in there? She jabbed the pitchfork into the pile once more, this time, eliciting a low growl. It almost sounded... human. It sent a stab of fear through her. Something, or someone, was asleep within the massive pile of hay!
What should she do? She should she run and get Daddy? He had a big shotgun he used to chase off predators and bandits alike. But the house was a good few dozen meters from the barn. What if she turned to run, and whatever lurked within decided to chase after her? Her inquiry was answered upon the loud, bear-like snore that issued from the pile. It was definitely a human. She frowned and kicked hard at the pile. "Whoever's hiding in there, come on out ya big dummy!" There was no response. She kicked the pile over and over again, her toe of her tiny boots slamming again and again against the solid form, each drawing out a startled grunt from the culprit.
"Get outta there! Or I'll call my Daddy, and he'll—" Her words were lost amid the sudden glowing light that emitted from beneath the pile. Tomeo's eyes widened as she staggered back a step. What was going on?"W-What are you—" Her words, as well as the barn, were swallowed up in a gigantic explosion!
He paid little heed to the crying child he clutched by the top of her head, or the smoldering wreckage of the barn that littered the ground at his feet. Cress yawned and rubbed his eye with a fist as his sleepy gaze took in his surroundings. He didn't remember this place. But that was true of most places he traversed in his never-ceasing travels. What was this Earth and its dwelling places to him? He would simply rebuild them all in a manner that was befitting of his coming empire. What did it matter if it were a home, or a barn, or an entire village? Cress would sleep where he pleased. He would take what he pleased. He would eat what he pleased.
This world was his footstool. "Shut up," he growled at the girl clutched in his grip. He held her at arm's length as if she were some hideous thing he did not want to touch, holding her aloft with one meaty arm as she dangled from his grip. Her face was streaked with soot and tears, and one of her boots were missing. Cress hadn't mean to spare her when she roused him his slumber and he destroyed the barn. It had been pure luck the child survived. But she would not survive for long. "I suppose... a challenge is a challenge."
He shook her a bit and elicited a terrified howl from the poor child. "Stop your incessant whining, you brat. You provoked me—therefore, you will suffer the consequences."
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Post by Beruto on Nov 19, 2019 17:22:51 GMT -8
(I honestly cannot think of a good reason for Beruto to be out of the city, in the middle of the sticks at 5 in the morning. If a reason does materialize I will edit into this post. Until that time, he was simply there when the explosion occurred.)
Beruto couldn't believe the brilliance of the fire ball that rose into the sky over the farm, he'd seen grain silo's go up before but they more or less just blew themselves apart, scattering wreckage and the silo contents everywhere. This though looked like a month's supply of gasoline had gone up all at once. From his vantage point on the edge of the farmer's property, the boy could see that the building which had gone up was probably the barn housing some of the farm animals and a hay loft, his family had a couple similar buildings on their property and from that experience, Beruto felt it odd that such a building should explode at all, let alone in such a manner. For the farmer to be storing fuel in the same building as his animals was just inviting disaster, if not at the least, sick animals. In any case, someone would almost certainly need help, whether it be medical aid or at the very least, assistance in putting out the fire.
Jumping the fence that bordered he main road, the shirtless, red headed teen jogged across the farm's front lawn and towards the blazing remains of the barn. As he approached, the boy spotted and was astounded to see a large man walking out of the blaze, carrying what appeared to be a young girl in the most uncomfortable of ways, specifically for the girl. Indeed as he got within earshot he could hear the monstrous man yelling at the child to be quiet and then of all absurd things, threatened the kid. It didn't take the boy long to process what he was seeing, clearly this guy had destroyed the barn, though for what reason Beruto didn't know. He'd never seen an alien before, only heard about them in passing, mostly rumor and such back in his own small town. He'd also never seen anyone dressed as strangely as this guy was, so he had to be an alien, or a pyromaniac with the worst fashion sense in the whole world. In any case he couldn't just stand around and let the big man hurt the girl. Even though Beruto wasn't exactly the white knight kind of guy, believing people should fight their own battles, in this particular case it seamed a little silly, she was a tiny girl after all, so he would have to make and exception and get involved.
"Oy, ugly! What the hell did you just do?" the shirtless boy called out, stopping about fifty feet from the man and the dangling girl. "Put her down nice and gentle or I am going to rearrange your face into a Jackson Pollock painting." Beruto threatened. Considering the man's sheer size it perhaps wasn't the best course of action, but the teen couldn't simply let the guy hurt the little girl. That thought in mind, Beruto did his best to look intimidating, tensing up every muscles in his athletic body as the flickering light of the fire lit the area from multiple directions, further accentuating the definition of the boy's muscular physique.
Word Count: 566.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2019 18:47:04 GMT -8
The kicking and screaming continued as the girl tugged at his arm, then at her hair, wriggling about incessantly in his grasp. Cress arched a brow at her as he held her at arm's length. Her struggle intrigued him. It was obvious the gap in their power was staggering. He pushed out with his senses, and his assumptions were confirmed. She possessed hardly a spark of power, yet the girl fought as if she posed a chance at escaping from him. It was the most irritating thing he'd found about earthlings: they never seemed to understand when to give up.
"Quit your whining." He had no real intention of harming the girl. She screamed loudly once again, calling out for her parents. Her dog barked and snarled at Cress, snapping near his ankles yet never daring to draw any closer. Cress winced and dug his pinkie into his ear, twisting it to numb the throbbing pain in his ear drum. Did this girl not understand him? He was the apex predator. She was the prey. The weak obeyed the strong, or the strong imposed their will with force. She was small, puny, and pathetic. He would gain nothing from punishing her.
He should probably just ditch the brat and continue on in his travels. Just as he went to release her, another voice caught his attention. "Hrm?" He turned and lowered his arm, yet still held the girl fast by her hair. He stared at the redheaded boy, his jaw tensing at the sound of his words. "Is that supposed to be an insult?" It sure sounded like one, even if he did not understand the point. But the boy's objective was clear: let the girl go, or a fight would ensue.
Therein lay the hubris of man. A grin stretched on Cress's lips as he hoisted the girl up once again, holding her out in the boy's direction. "Let me guess—you're supposed to be the calvary? How pathetic. I'd have hoped for a real challenge." So, he wanted him to let the crying girl go, did he? "Why would I let her go... now that I know you are willing to fight me? Had I known this was all it took, I'd have slaughtered more people along the way. But hindsight remains the clearest perception, doesn't it? If you want to rescue this child, then come and get her."
Roll for Initiative - 7gzLYHuI1d100
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Post by Beruto on Nov 19, 2019 19:47:11 GMT -8
"Oh boy, we've got another talker here." Beruto grumbled to himself as the big man stroked his own ego, prattling on about how he would have killed people just to get attention. It was indeed annoying when people insisted on delivering Shakespeare length speeches rather than fighting, or worse, attempted to do so in the middle of a fight. This one hadn't started yet though, but Beruto wasn't going to just stand around and listen to the guy jabber all morning. The man clearly wasn't going to drop the girl unless he was forced to, so the shirtless boy was going to have to force him. He wasn't sure if the girl's parents were in the house or in the barn when it had gone up, hopefully the former. If they were in the house and just hadn't managed to come outside yet, things would likely get chaotic and the teen wasn't sure how exactly he would handle it. What he did know though was that the situation required immediate action and so the shirtless red head took up his usual combat stance, spreading his legs to carry his weight more widely, turning a quarter to the right to present a smaller target and then raising his arms into a defensive posture which protected mainly his head.
"Drop her now and I'll give you the fight you're obviously itching for." the boy called back, holding his defensive posture, his muscles tense and ready to fight.
Word Count: 245.
Initiative Roll: XS8qyTz|1d100
Fighting: 10
Energy Control: 0
Reflexes: 0
Resilience: 20
Accuracy: PHY 1d100 + 10 + 0 / EGY 1d100 + 0 + 0
Defense: 50 + 0 – 20 = 30
HP: 50 + 20(Resilience) + 20(Protector) = 90 (+13 Tank = 103) Currently 103 of 103 KI: 100 of 100 DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 PL: 246
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2019 21:16:15 GMT -8
Cress waited as he held the struggling, crying girl out in front of him. Before the chorus of her incessant whaling had grated on his ears like nails on a chalkboard. Now it was the glorious hymn that would usher him into battle. He tightened his grip, eliciting a fresh howl of pain from the tiny girl's lips. She no longer struggled against him—she dangled like a carrot from his grip, tiny fists rubbing at her eyes as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. It was beyond pathetic—where had the fight gone she had shown him earlier? Would this boy give up so easily?
"Tick tock, tick tock..." His frown deepened as his strong tenor voice carried across the burning field toward the young man. Cress yawned and patted a hand to his mouth. "You're the runt of the litter, aren't you? Perhaps you should have brought back-up. Look, child, I don't have all morning to waste on the likes of you. This brat roused me from my slumber earlier than I would have liked. Are you just going to stand here? Where is all that bravado from the beginning? Is that the nature of humans? Your cowardice never ceases to amaze me."
Cress truly did despise humans. What worth did they have? All they did was boast and brag, yet when it came time to prove their mettle, they produced one of two common results: they fought tooth and nail with admirable tenacity only to lose in the end, or they cowered in fear and backed down, surrendering to the inevitable. Which type of human would this boy be? After what felt like ages of worthless deliberation—in which he nearly dropped the girl, turned and simply walked off out of pure boredom—the youth slid into an unmistakable fighting stance.
"So... you chose to fight after all." He uncurled his fingers from the tangles of her honeyed blonde hair as the girl collapsed at his feet in a heap. She quickly scrambled away and ran screaming toward her house, the dog yipping at her heels. Cress raised a finger and pointed after them. "Do not suppose she is safe. If you lose, I'm going to kill that entire family." He reached out with his senses, his eyes sweeping over the young man's powerful frame. Cress suppressed his own power to roughly that of the boy's. "Do not die too quickly, young one. Otherwise, this is all for naught."
Beruto
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Set-Up turn.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] n/a
[At-Will Action(s)] Suppression (10% of base PL, gain +3 ki per turn while under 50% base PL)
[Bonus Action(s)] n/a
[Standard Action] n/a
[Standard Action] n/a
ACTIVE EFFECTS. Suppressed (10% of total PL)
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: 75/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 120/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 20 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 5 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +4 | DMG MODIFIER: +1 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2019 17:01:06 GMT -8
The sun was just beginning to crest over the horizon, and the deep purple of early morning dawn gave way to brighter skies. Such skies clouded over with the oily smoke and scent of burning wood and animal flesh as it curled in thick stacks, rising up and over the field. Somewhere a rooster crowed and signaled the coming of the morning. Such a strange juxtaposition considering the fight that was about to break out between the two men. Cress chuckled at the thought, rubbing a hand along the side of his neck.
"Damn it... must've slept wrong again," he said. He gripped his jaw with his hand and jerked his head to one side. It cracked with a mighty snap, sending a sharp stab of pain through his neck and shoulders before subsiding altogether. "That's better. We gonna do this or what? I don't have all day, kid. Some of us have places to be, yanno?" How rude. Not only was this runt intruding in a situation that was none of his business, but when given the opportunity to play hero and save the day, all he did was stand there like some sort of mute.
Cress tilted his head back with a sigh, gazing up at the cloudless skies with a frown. "So... you're one of those, huh? Run your mouth like you're hot shit and when someone comes along to put it to the test, you lose your bite all of a sudden. Alright, kid—mind if I start?" A torrent of black energy erupted from Cress as the massive pillar of demonic aura rose high into the sky. The ground shuddered and groaned beneath the pressure of his ki as he strolled forward and cracked his knuckles. "If you cry, I'll kill you slower."
He shot toward the young fighter, his movements blurred as he reached him in a span of a few short seconds. His large fist barreled through the air, surging toward the punk kid's face. It possessed enough force to set off a mini sonic boom should it connect, flattening him in a single blow. "Better not run, punk!"
Beruto
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Cress stomps the red-headed runt.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki (+3 ki) [At-Will Action(s)] Suppression (10% of base PL) [Bonus Action(s)] Dragon Dash (-7 ki) [Standard Action] Strike w/ DD - Basic Tech, 0 ki. [Standard Action] Strike w/ DD - Basic Tech, 0 ki
kdllFg0J1d100+20 for physical attack. 1d8+3 for damage.
1d100+20 for physical attack. 1d8+3 for damage.
ACTIVE EFFECTS. Suppressed (10% of total PL)
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: 75/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 116/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 20 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 5 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +4 | DMG MODIFIER: +1 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
1d100+20·1d8+3·1d100+20·1d8+3
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Post by Beruto on Nov 21, 2019 18:42:46 GMT -8
Beruto was starting to get annoyed with this guy, he was clearly one of those jabbering types who never shuts up in a fight and the boy supposed that he was in for a few Shakespeare length soliloquies before he finished pounding the big man's face into the dirt. The nerve of the man was astounding, Beruto had raised his fists and was ready to fight but the guy just kept talking, and even more astonishing, accusing HIM of delaying. Beruto couldn't help that the strange mechanics of the universe had inexplicably cemented him in place, unable to attack his opponent even though he was ready to fight. Indeed, the man seemed not to notice this strange fluctuation in reality and dared to continue to accuse the boy of stalling. The talking didn't end there though as the guy started to stroke his own ego some more, inferring that the red haired teen's lack of a verbal reply indicated some failing on his part and then went on to threatening him with a slow death. The oncoming bout with this barbarian was looking less and less palatable by the moment. Beruto's unwillingness to converse wasn't a failing or any sort, be it in his capacity for courage or ability, instead the teen saw no need to talk to the man any further, they were there to fight, not trade insults like school yard children. Another reason not to engage the man in conversation was so that he could preserve his focus on the situation, observe every movement, every twitch of muscle that he could so that he might best read the man.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, the opening moves began, with the man seemingly losing patience with his silent opponent. With a powerful burst of speed, the big man closed on the boy and launched his fists, though inexplicably aimed them right into the shirtless teen's defending arms. Perhaps the guy thought himself strong enough to punch strait through Beruto's defenses, however with his arms already up in a position to guard his face, each of the two opening punches was handily intercepted. The teen wasn't disappointed about the man's strength though, each of the two punches crashed against his gloved fore arms was thunderous power and the boy felt that had he not been ready, the punches could have done some significant damage. Still, the choice of target was mystifying, but he wasn't going to dwell on it a micro-second longer.
Intent on showing the man just what a mistake it was to pick a fight with him and more so, that he could also pick his targets better, the shirtless teen ducked low and and attempted to slam a hard uppercut of his own into the older male's stomach. Carrying the full power of the boy's strength behind it, the punch would hopefully make the man think twice about the fight he'd picked, or at the very least, his target. Intending to take advantage of his somewhat smaller size and hopefully going with that, a speed advantage, the red haired teen intended to keep moving after the punch, darting to the side before straitening himself back up, his arms returning to a defensive posture to guard his head.
Word Count: 544.
Actions: Reactive - Guard -10Ki +10DR Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG Standard - Shifted to Reactive No other action taken.
x7jsZhSt1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
Damage Taken: 13 negated by +15DR = 0 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 103 of 103
KI: 90 of 100
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DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 + 10(Guard) = 15 DM: +1 PL: 246 1d100+10·1d8+1
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2019 19:32:37 GMT -8
Light a cigarette, and call it a day. This punk was done... wait, what? "Hmm?" Cress blinked in confusion as he stared at his fist. His own meaty arm was tensed, thick corded muscle flexing with unnatural strength. His eyes trailed from his arm, past his own fist, and into the smaller gloved palm of the young fighter. Somehow, by some miracle, he had blocked the punch.
What the hell was going on here? The young fighter was ripped—of that there was no question. It was clear he trained hard, too, because that blow could have put a sizable dent in the side of a steel bank vault. But the red-headed stepchild managed to stop it, and didn't seem any worse for wear. "Well, now, that's surprising. I'll be honest, kid—I'm a little impressed. I put a little extra behind that punch."
The time for admiration was short. The boy quickly countered, ducking low past his guard before Cress could even react. He plowed a hard fist directly into Cress's stomach, the concussive force of the blow sending him staggering back a couple of steps. He was more than a little winded and wholly surprised by the power the youth packed.
He chuckled, rubbing at the spot on his stomach where he'd been punched. "Yikes! I hate to admit this but I felt that. I might need to get a little more serious here." If there were one thing he didn't take lightly, it was combat. His black aura spiked once more, a torrent of energy swirling around him as charged into point blank range. Cress reared his head back, veins bulging in his neck as he sought to slam his head into the bridge of the boy's nose with deadly force and break it, anticipating the caving of bone and cartilage against his brow.
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Beruto's Strike deals 2 damage. Reduced to 0 via DR. Bristling Defenses deals 2 damage.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki (+3 ki) [At-Will Action(s)] Suppression (10% of base PL) [Bonus Action(s)] Dragon Dash (-7 ki) [Standard Action] Vicious Headbutt (Strike w/ DD) - Basic Tech, 0 ki. [Standard Action] Vicious Headbutt (Strike w/ DD) - Basic Tech, 0 ki.
IoX1BOOI1d100+20 for physical attack. 1d8+4 for damage.
1d100+20 for physical attack. 1d8+4 for damage.
ACTIVE EFFECTS. Suppressed (10% of total PL)
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: 73/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 112/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 20 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 5 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +4 | DMG MODIFIER: +1 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
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Post by Beruto on Nov 23, 2019 17:34:15 GMT -8
Managing to execute both of his blocks, holding off the big man's powerful fists, Beruto evidently also managed in some small part, impress the man. Indeed, after the shirtless boy fended off the two punches, his hulking opponent saw fit to comment on it. Had their bout not been under such dire conditions, Beruto would have taken the comment as a compliment, but as far as he was concerned right now, the murderous man was either trying to distract him with more talk, or boosting his own ego. In either case, the red headed boy only replied with a terse "Hm." and a smirk. His punch to the man's gut also met with success and he was pleased to see the power of the blow forcing the brute back a few steps. Beruto's smirk returned for another moment when the big man rubbed his stomach and fed the boy another back handed compliment. Beruto knew one punch wasn't enough to bring this guy down though, not unless he had abs worse than his own, which of course judging by the way he'd tanked the hit, he didn't. The shirtless teen would have to be careful not to give him too many opportunities to return the favor, else the match might go sideways and fast.
His muscled opponent didn't wait long to retaliate against the athletic teen, in fact the reprisal came almost instantly after he issued his compliment, bull rushing the boy with of all offensive weapons, his own head. "Oh shit!" the shirtless teen blurted out as the man's skull came rocketing at his face, propelled by the fury of a madman. Reacting more on instinct rather than training at first, Beruto leaned back to try and avoid the strike, unsure of his muscled arms could intercept the big man's head, especially with the whole of his entire body weight behold the oncoming blow. So instead of getting his nose crushed by the brute's skull, the shirtless boy had only managed to change the location of the impact, taking the head butt to his chest instead.
"Uuuuhhh!" Beruto gasped as the man's skull thudded heavily into his toned pectorals, he boy grimacing in visible pain and starting to stagger back. His training kicked back in though, now that the surprise over the bull rush had passed and before he fell back too far, the shirtless teen tried to capitalize on the man's position. With his weight already on his back leg and his opponent leaning into him, his head leading the charge, Beruto lifted his front leg with as much power as he could muster, attempting to slam his knee up into the brute's protruding and hopefully vulnerable chin. Hit or miss, the teen was falling back anyway, the force imparted to his chest being great enough to push him back, so he'd attempt to work the knee into a cartwheel and end up several feet back from the man.
"Damn. That one hurt." Beruto commented about the impact to his chest, breaking his own rule about talking too much in a fight. The shirtless teen didn't take the time to rub his chest as the big man had, instead he squared his fists and brought his arms right back up into a defensive posture to protect his head, resuming the same stance he had at the start of the fight.
Word Count: 562.
Actions:
Reactive - Guard -10Ki +10DR
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Standard - Shifted to Reactive
No other action taken.
0ofYxAh01d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
Bestselling Defenses: Damage returned to opponent =1 Damage Taken: 18 negated by +15DR = 3
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 100 of 103
KI: 80 of 100
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DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 + 10(Guard) = 15
DM: +1
PL: 246
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2019 11:04:03 GMT -8
The young punk seemed to possess enough awareness to understand that, if he didn't get out of the way, he was going to have a terrible day. Who wanted to spend their afternoon digging themselves out of the ground? The impact, if it had landed as Cress intended, would surely have planted the punk deep into the earth so he could take a well-deserved dirt nap. But he was smarter than Cress gave him credit for: he leaned backward, exposing his arms and chest to take the blow, and for that reason he withstood it.
It felt like ramming his head into solid stone with only a hint of pliable human flesh. Cress shook his head from the motion to clear the cobwebs, and it was a good thing he had—the upwards knee nearly caught him full-on in the face. Cress ducked aside with superhuman speed, avoiding the move altogether, yet before he could counter attack, the fighter shifted back and away from him to resume his previous fighting stance. Cress grunted and frowned, rubbing at the side of his head. "So you're fast, strong, and durable... big whoop."
It wasn't the first opponent he'd fought with comparable physical resistance to his own impressive ability to tank heavy blows. Cress had always understood that size and strength, while vital for any worthy fighter, did not lead to victory alone. They needed to be coupled with cunning and strategy, but there was something obvious this youth lacked that Cress did not: cruelty. The willingness to fight dirty to gain an advantage—any advantage. What honor was there among foes? This wasn't some fighting tournament: eye gouges, hair-pulling, and groin shots were normal fare.
"Take a breather, kid. It's about to get worse." Cress drew a carton of cigarettes from his rear pocket and shook one out. It dangled from the corner of his lips as a black flame ignited on the tip of his fingers and Cress lit it, exhaling a huge puff of smoke. "Alright, here's how this is gonna go down: I'm gonna hit you and you're gonna stay down. You got that? I've wasted enough time here already." The ground began to shake and tremble beneath the rising pressure of his power level as he stopped suppressing, amplifying his own power.
"It's not that you aren't a tough kid—I'll give ya that. But there are predators and there are prey, and today, you just happen to be prey." Black demonic energy swirled about Cress's powerful physique in a wild, chaotic fashion. He took a long drag off the end of his cigarette, somehow burning it down to the smallest nub before flicking it away. "You can run, but again—that little family over there?" He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the farmhouse. "They're goners, you understand? Now... enough yappin'." The ground fractured, forming a large crater around him as Cress launched himself at the boy. He reared back his fist as if he were going to punch him.
As if. As he drew close, Cress blew a huge stack of smoke in the kid's face to obscure his vision, and hopefully allow Cress to swing around behind him where he would wrap his large muscular arms around the boy's neck, cinching in a powerful, rear naked choke hold meant to choke him out. "Time to go to sleep, kid!"
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Beruto's Strike misses.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki / Edge 2 (+5 accuracy, +3 bonus dmg, +3 DR) [At-Will Action(s)] Release Suppression, raise power level to 500. [Bonus Action(s)] Dragon Dash (-7 ki) [Standard Action] Rear Naked Chokehold (Grapple w/ DD) - Basic Tech, -3 ki. [Standard Action] Rear Naked Chokehold (Grapple w/ DD) - Basic Tech, -3 ki.
x6JLun7O1d100+25 for Grapple. CRITICAL HIT! 1d6+7 + 5 crit dmg = 17! for damage. 1d100 for Immobilize (40 or less). Immobilize lasts 2 turns, defensive techs cost additional +10 ki to use on successful roll.
1d100+25 for Grapple. 1d6+7 for damage. 1d100 for Immobilize (40 or less). SUCCESSFUL ROLL! Immobilize lasts 2 turns, defensive techs cost additional +10 ki to use on successful roll.
ACTIVE EFFECTS. Suppressed
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: 500 (Suppressed, Edge 2)| BASE PL: 2,425
HP: 71/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 102/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 25 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 10 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +7 | DMG MODIFIER: +4 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
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Post by Beruto on Nov 24, 2019 14:11:27 GMT -8
Missing landing his knee on the big guy's chin, but succeeding in managing an escape from any more such head butts, Beruto returned to his high defensive stance, his muscular chest aching somewhat from the powerful blow he'd just taken. The shirtless teen's athletic body was no stranger to a little pain though and he kept himself from grimacing any more while his opponent straitened up and tried to talk the fact that his head butt had done little damage to the boy, down. As far as the red headed teen was concerned, Speed, Strength and Durability was everything he needed to win the fight. He had no idea that at the same moment his older opponent was in the process of considering cheap but painful methods of attack.
Beruto was frankly astonished at the cheek of the man, completely stopping the fight once again to talk to him and even suggesting that Beruto himself relax for a moment, even going so far as to do of all absurd things, pull out a cigarette and light up. The shirtless teen of course wasn't going to be drawn in by this deception if it was one, he kept his gaze fixated on the big man, his arms still held in a high defensive posture to guard his head. To listen to the man, you would think that he had already won the fight, which of course wasn't true, they were far from finished, neither male had much of a mark on him, Beruto only with a slight reddening of his chest and he suspected the man might have a similar red spot on his stomach, under his shirt. But neither of the two was close to being finished and it was unlikely either would give up.
"As if grandpa." Beruto shot back in response to the man's statement that he was going to hit the kid and the kid would stay down. "I have been giving you a continuous opening, you just haven't taken it. But if this is such a waste of time, you're welcome to leave right now." the boy added, letting his own ego out a little. Yes he was breaking his rule about talking in a fight, but seeing as his opponent was stopping to smoke a cigarette, the boy reasoned that he could take a few seconds to counter the man's trash talk. When the guy started powering up though things got a little different. Beruto himself was not capable of this fete, at least not yet. He had heard about the possibility in passing but had never actually witness someone doing it him self. This development might just turn things sideways and if the big brute turned out to be stronger than him, the shirtless teen wasn't sure what he was going to do.
The scene of the man powering up might have been visibly frightening, but that was all, Beruto lacked the ability to actually feel the energy radiating off of the man, so he had no idea what exactly he was up against. It would not have deterred the boy though, he had to defend that family, or at least give them time to run, it was the right thing to do after all. Being called 'Prey' didn't help matters, it was clear this guy was out for his blood, and he might very well get it, but the question was, how much would Beruto draw in return? Finally though, with one massive drag on his cigarette the waiting was over, the big brute announced that he was ready and in an instant came rocketing at the shirtless boy, a menacing fist head ready to bash the red headed teen. Beruto tensed up, getting ready to fend off the blow as he had done with the first two punches but as the big man closed the last few feet, he blew an acrid cloud of foul smoke in the teen's face and in another instant, Beruto could feel the warm of the man's broad chest against the bare skin of his back, and more alarmingly the sudden pressure around his neck. 'Holly crap! He's behind me!' the boy screamed in his mind as the pressure started to build around his neck.
'Crap, this sucks... I can't breath. Have to get him off me.' Beruto thought in near panic as he reached up and tried to pry the man's arm off of his neck. The boy certainly wasn't the dirty fighter that his older opponent was, otherwise he would have considered simply reaching down and grabbing a hand full of the man's crotch in order to force him to let go. Beruto's mind though was more honorable than that and the notion didn't even occur to the boy as he flailed in the titanic grip of the big man. Still he had another option open to him to fight back, with both of his attacker's arms busy trying to choke the life out of him, his torso was left wide open, so not wasting any more time, Beruto kept his left hand on the man's arm in a continued attempt to free himself and used his right one to start sending hard elbows backwards, hopefully into his opponent's open gut.
Word Count: 876.
Actions:
Reactive - N/A Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Bonus - Guard -20Ki +10DR No other action taken.
wcnrUoEi1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
Bristling Defenses: Damage returned to opponent =1
Damage Taken: 25 negated by +15DR = 10 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 90 of 103
KI: 60 of 100
of 100
DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 + 10(Guard) = 15
DM: +1
PL: 246 Status Effects: Immobilized 2/2
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2019 18:50:54 GMT -8
He loved it when a plan came together.
"Struggle all you want, shrimp, haha! You're not getting outta this one!"
It was dirty fighting. But who the hell cared? All that mattered was that he taught this punk a lesson in respect. The red-headed youth struggled in Cress's powerful grasp, yet try as he might he simply could not seem to break the hold. He began to ram his elbow back into Cress's stomach over and over again, sending stabs of pain through his gut.
Cress grunted and winced yet cinched his hold tighter.
"You think that bothers me, kid? I've been mauled by boars as big as that goddamn farmhouse!"
Truth was it hurt more than what Cress was willing to admit. That first punch had done something—he wasn't quite sure what, but with each subsequent blow, the big Saiyan was taking some damage. And it only seemed to be getting worse. He was far from done, but the teen had struck something vital and his body was beginning to feel the effects.
He needed to bring this to a close.
"Hope you know how to fly!"
Using his immense strength, Cress sought to launch the young fighter up into the air if the boy were winded enough by his choke hold to allow him to do so. Either way, Cress released him at that moment and raised his palm. Black flames flickered to life as an orb of violet energy formed, crackling and dancing in his hand as if it were some living thing.
The energy grew hot and dense until he could grip it and with a wild underhand toss, Cress launched the energy blast at the teen as if he were lobbing a grenade.
With the amount of energy he'd poured into it, it was bound to explode like one upon contact, either with the kid or the environment.
Beruto
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Beruto's 1st Strike misses. Beruto's 2nd Strike misses.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki / Edge 2 (+5 accuracy, +3 bonus dmg, +3 DR) [At-Will Action(s)] n/a [Bonus Action(s)] Focus Energy (-10 ki) [Standard Action] Energy Blast (w/ FE) - Basic Tech, -2 ki. [Standard Action] Energy Blast (w/ FE) - Basic Tech, -2 ki.
5X1pwEL21d100+15 for Energy Blast. 2d6+6 for damage.
1d100+15 for Energy Blast. 2d6+6 for damage.
ACTIVE EFFECTS. Suppressed
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: 500 (Suppressed, Edge 2)| BASE PL: 2,425
HP: 69/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 91/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 25 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 10 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +7 | DMG MODIFIER: +4 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
1d100+15·2d6+6·1d100+15·2d6+6
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Post by Beruto on Nov 25, 2019 18:13:38 GMT -8
Struggling against the choking strangle hold the bog man had around his neck, all the while Blasting his right elbow back into the guy's gut, Beruto's face was starting to turn red with the strain of his efforts to resist and escape the hold. It was a little disheartening to hear the man joking about the blows not even hurting, he was hoping to have doubled the man up with the first three or four and been lose by six or seven. A ring of blackness was starting to creep in around the edges of the shirtless boy's vision when the man finally released him, though for what reason the gasping youth did not know, that is until his was hoisted bodily off the grown and literally thrown as if he was an over sized rag doll.
Tumbling end of end, strait up into the air over the murderous brute, Beruto tried to steady himself, unfortunately like every manipulation and transformations, flight was something he'd never had the opportunity to learn nor had ever seen the fete performed. All the boy managed to before his opponent launched a hissing, angry ball of purple explosion at him, was to arrest his tumble so that he was facing downward. This of course was just in time for the man to launch the attack and for the red headed boy to get hammered right in the stomach with it. At least that is what would have happened if the shirtless teen hadn't closed his guard as best he could a moment before the ball struck.
BOOOM!
The impact was rough and the shirtless teen surely felt every joule of energy put into the attack, indeed he was certain that had he actually been wearing a shirt at the time, it would have been incinerated, as unfortunately had the lower half of his track pants. Thankfully his boots, belt and most importantly the upper half of his pants survived, Beruto did dare think about the possibility of having to fight this man while naked. Defending against the blow though was draining, Beruto didn't know if it was this was with all energy attacks, but it felt as if his own reserves of strength were quickly depleting. The blast did do something positive though, it had imparted more momentum into his upward travel, allowing the boy to gain more height before he started to fall again. Now under normal circumstances one wouldn't normal want to fall from greater and greater heights, but in Beruto's case the boy fully intended to land on something softer than the ground, at least he hoped the man was softer. That in mind, with the smoke cloud left over from the incineration of his pants still lingering between them, the shirtless teen did the best he could to control his fall, passing back through the cloud like a rocket going the wrong way, knees bent and leading the charge, both aiming right for the brute's kisser.
Word Count: 496.
Actions:
Reactive - N/A
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Bonus - Guard -20Ki +10DR
No other action taken.
MScKORXX1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
Bristling Defenses: Damage returned to opponent =1
Damage Taken: 15 negated by +15DR = 0
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 90 of 103
KI: 40 of 100
of 100
DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 + 10(Guard) = 15
DM: +1
PL: 246
Status Effects: Immobilized 1/2
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Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2019 20:34:57 GMT -8
The concussive force from the explosion ruffled his hair and clothing as Cress threw up his guard and turned his head aside at the incoming cloud of debris. As the dust settled, he lowered his guard with a smirk, certain of his own victory. Only for that smirk to disappear within moments as he saw the youth was still quite alive and barreling down toward him.
Oops. His knees smacked hard into Cress's face, toppling him backwards and slamming them both into the ground with great force. The ground cratered beneath the half demon's heavy body as the fighter drove him into the earth, rupturing and creating large fissures from the rumbling impact. His head throbbed, and he could feel something wet drip from his nose.
"Sonova—" He dragged himself out of the crater, his shirt torn and stained with dirt. He ripped the remains from his body and tossed it aside. "How the hell did you survive that? Goddamn it—I think you broke my nose." A rancid oily taste filled his mouth as black demon blood dribbled over his lips. Cress pressed a thumb to the side of his crooked nose and gave it a hard shove.
A sharp crack filled the air, along with blinding pain that clouded Cress's vision for a brief moment. Soon the pain lessened in light of the burning anger that filled the big Saiyan. He thrust both palms forward this time as the violet energy grew and crackled within his hands. "My aim's a little off, so let's try this again!" Bullets of ki erupted from his palms in a volley attack aimed straight for Beruto, looking to blast him away.
Beruto
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ZIRCONIUM CRESS
SUMMARY PHASE.
Beruto's 1st Strike misses. Beruto's 2nd Strike deals 9 damage, reduced by 7 DR to 2 damage. Bristling Defenses deals 1 damage.
ACTION PHASE.
[Passive Action(s)] Powerful Ki / Edge 2 (+5 accuracy, +3 bonus dmg, +3 DR) [At-Will Action(s)] n/a [Bonus Action(s)] Focus Energy (-10 ki) [Standard Action] Energy Blast (w/ FE) - Basic Tech, -2 ki. [Standard Action] Energy Blast (w/ FE) - Basic Tech, -2 ki.
Vy0HBOmv1d100+25 for Energy Blast. 2d6+6 for damage.
1d100+25 for Energy Blast. 2d6+6 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: 500 (Edge 2) | BASE PL: 2,425
HP: 66/75 | TEMP HP: 0/0 | KI: 80/120
MELEE ACCURACY: 25 | ENERGY ACCURACY: 10 | DEFENSE: 30
DR: +7 | DMG MODIFIER: +4 | KI COST: -0 | POWER UP KI: 0/100
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Post by Beruto on Nov 28, 2019 18:38:18 GMT -8
As Beruto was plummeting from the sky with his knees aimed at his opponent's face, he truthfully wasn't entirely sure that he was going to hit the big man. However, one thunderous impact later and the shirtless teen found himself laying on the edge of the miniature crater he'd pounded into the earth with the man's head. The red headed boy hauled himself up to his feet as quickly as he could and put a few paces of distance between himself and the man he'd literally just put in a hole. Turning back to survey the damage, Beruto looked on, quite frankly in awe, as the angry brute cursed and climbed up out of the hole, his shirt in tatters. He continued to watch as the man stripped what was left of the garment off and in spite of the apparent danger he was in, couldn't help but take a moment to appreciate the other man's form. He of course knew the guy had to be built like a truck to fill out his clothes the way he did to say nothing of how strong the man's attacks were, but it was another thing entirely to see it. There was also the extra little thrill that went with forcibly relieving an opponent of their shirt, it has a sort of psychological aspect to it, showing that they have been stripped of any protection they had and that now their body was next, they were vulnerable, made that way by him. Since Beruto always fought shirtless, he of course couldn't be subjected to the same psychological effect, but did so enjoy doing it to others.
"Heh... Your nose is just the beginning. I'm going to show you your lunch next." Beruto took another moment to reply, breaking his rule about speaking during a fight again. At this point it was beginning to look like less of a rule and more like a guideline. "Oh man! That's gross!" the shirtless boy commented to his older opponent after the man reset his own broken nose. Blood wasn't exactly something the red headed teen enjoyed seeing. When ever possible he tried to steer his attacks away from an opponent's face, always preferring to go for the stomach and take them down in a manly battle of strength verses endurance. When that wasn't possible and he was forced to go with the head, Beruto still tried to avoid permanently marking up a guy or busting his teeth out. This man though had given him no choice however, falling from the sky like he was, the only target the shirtless teen could have hoped to have hit was the man's upturned face. Unfortunately it wasn't looking much like Beruto's angry enemy was interested in a strait up slugging match, indeed, he had only threw a hand full of punches at the boy and always for his well guarded head. Instead it looked like the big man was about to pull another energy based trick out of his incorporeal sleeve, as he raised both of his hands towards the red headed boy in a menacing fashion, purple energy starting to coalesce between them, and told him that his aim wasn't the best.
'Crap crap crap crap...' Beruto thought to himself and quickly tried to toss himself into a roll to the side to avoid what ever was about to come his way. The resulting torrent of energy blasts was like the spray from a machine shotgun, hitting the ground and surrounding flora just as much as it hit the desperately cartwheeling boy. Another thick cloud of dust was raised by the funnel of death that the big muscled brute had let out, and when it was clear enough to see through, Beruto was barely on his feet. The shirtless teen's athletic body was covered in a patchwork of bruises and smudges of black soot, all overplayed with a thin, brown dusting of earth which clung to the boy's skin due to a heavy coating of perspiration. In short, Beruto was a mess. He stood there, barely, chest heaving for breath as he struggled for a few moments just to remain on his feet. But he had to keep fighting, he couldn't give up, no matter how much it hurt, no matter how tired he was, no matter how naked he was... Wait... What? A momentary glance down confirmed for the boy what that breeze was he was feeling down in his nethers. While not completely naked, the attack had left what was already left of his pants, practically destroyed. There was still enough to cover up the teen from the front and rear, but his black track pants had been reduced to essentially a nylon loin cloth.
"Oh for the love of... Seriously?" the shirtless, now nearly nude teen grumbled and turned his gaze back to his muscled opponent. "Ok, no more mister nice guy. We're both running out of clothes now." Beruto added. Launching himself forward with an explosion of physical power from his comparatively compact frame, Beruto took off towards the man, closing the gap in as short a period of time as he could manage, intending to plow right into the brute, fist first. Once again aiming for the man's stomach, the shirtless boy now had and excellent target to lock his sights onto to, the center of his now equally shirtless opponent's abs. The boy poured every ounce of strength he had into the single plow, intending to drive his fist as deep into the man's core as he could.
Word Count: 927.
Actions:
Reactive - N/A
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Standard - Strike 0Ki 1D8DMG
Bonus - Guard -10Ki +10DR
No other action taken.
cZvYUxEa1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
1d100+10 For Strike
1d8+1 For Damage
Bristling Defenses: Damage returned to opponent =1
Damage Taken: 30 negated by +15DR = 15
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 75 of 103
KI: 30 of 100
of 100
DR: 1 + 4(Protector) = 5 + 10(Guard) = 15
DM: +1
PL: 246
Status Effects: N/A
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