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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 19:49:37 GMT -5
Shiro pulled his hands back in a strange fashion. His left hand went to his right hip, while his right hand was extended to his side. He was just about to slash them out in a plus sign, when there was movement behind Marka; a baby, waving something. This caused Shiro to think two things. First, That's right, can't hurt the audience. The second, What wonderful parents, teaching their kids the joys of fighting at such a young age. As a result of his first thought, Shiro, instead of using his energy for what he had intended, luanched the energy from his right hand at Marka as a simple beam low enough to hit the wall if it missed, the energy in the left being saved for his reaction, whatever that was, and would be fired if, and only if, the first beam missed.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 19:54:38 GMT -5
Huh? Only a simple energy beam? I can absorb that Marka placed his palms outwards and allowed the beam to enter into his body rejuvenating him slightly. He could feel his body beginning to work the energy throughout his body. It wasn't enough but it certainly was a start. Marka enjoyed his position at the moment, eying the second beam already charged in Shiro's hand. Marka could stand here all day and absorb every little blast Shiro sent his way. If he charged a large enough blast it would surely endanger the crowds, and a reckless assault would put him out of the ring.
"Gonna fire that second beam?" Marka yelled across the arena.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 19:59:46 GMT -5
Shiro would just stand there for a moment, surprised that his attack did nothing. Has this guy been playing me this whole time? Don't tell me he's really some super strong super human or something. "Yeah, just let me find a better spot." With that he after imaged to Marka's left side, a fair distance away, and shouted as he brought his arm forward. He didn't fire, however, instead after imaging to Marka's other side, where he really did fire the attack which, if Marka reacted the way he though, would then be aimed at his back.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 20:03:15 GMT -5
Marka was struck in the back by the energy beam and knocked down. It's a good thing it was a weak energy attack. Dammit, that teleporting crap again Marka thought to himself. I'm not letting that happen again, now I'm ready for it. Marka got to his feet using the energy he had stolen from Shiro.
"Just try that again" Yelled Marka, "Next time I'm ready!"
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 20:06:40 GMT -5
He's seems more energetic, Shiro thought as he got back into his stance. "Are you planning on just wearing me down or something? Time for you to attack and me to counter. Altough you haven't been doing much of that, either."
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 20:09:31 GMT -5
Marka knew he couldn't carelessly attack. As much as he loved putting on a show in truth he didn't have much energy. He wasn't hurt enough to be knocked out, but he certainly didn't have the strength to go head to head with someone who was already noticeably stronger than himself.
"I can't charge in" Marka replied shaking his head. "You charge if you want, I'm just gonna chill here for awhile letting my energy naturally come back unless you strike"
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 20:22:39 GMT -5
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"So unless I do something, nothing's going to happen, is that it?" Shiro asked, exasperated. "Fine then." He charges once more, much slower this time to conserve energy. Once he got in close, instead of throwing a punch or a kick or even an energy blast, he shot two thin beams of ki at Marka's chest as a distraction. After that he threw a punch to Marka's face with his left hand, followed by a punch to Marka's gut. he continued to aim punches at those three spots for a few seconds, before shooting his leg out a bit to knock one of Marka's legs out from under him, if even a little, before grabbing Marka's head and jamming his face into his knee.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 20:26:25 GMT -5
Marka wasted no time. He didn't bother absorbing any of the energy, he quickly moved to the left dodging them, and moved away from the edge of the ring. Marka didn't let Shiro in close, he may have been stronger than Marka but he certainly wasn't faster. As Marka moved away he launched a backwards roundhouse kick towards the temple of Shiro with such speed that it might be a bit hard to dodge cleanly.
Marka would have liked to use his vacuum right about now but have enough energy to do it.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 20:41:38 GMT -5
Shiro saw the kick pass through the head of another after image. He on the other hand was standing behind Marka, hand heading for the back of the former's head. If it connects Shiro would fire another blast of energy from it immediately afterwards, but if not he wouldn't.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 20:44:07 GMT -5
Marka had been ready for another afterimage. He stopped and crouched down grabbing onto the legs of Shiro as tight as he could. Marka dug his palms into the thighs of Shiro and pulled attempting to bring him to the ground. Just a little longer.... Marka thought to himself.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 20:48:51 GMT -5
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Shiro felt his legs being pulled out from under him and his head smacked the tile when he fell. After taking a moment to recover, Shiro joined his hands together, which had landed over his head when he fell, and quickly charged energy into them as he sat up. By the time he was upright, enough energy had charged, so he brought them forward, launcing the Masenko from his palms at Marka, point blank once more.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 20:56:01 GMT -5
Shiro had waited too long to shoot the masenko. Marka considered himself lucky, had Shiro launched that attack as soon as he hit the ground Marka would have been hit dead on and knocked out.
Marka moved away quickly dodging a bit of the blast. It didn't save his arm however which was pummeled by the full blast. Marka looked at his arm which now had the paint chipping off of it. The mechanics underneath for now fully visible.
Marka let go and stood up backing away staring at his arm. He couldn't feel pain being an android but he knew that his right arm was very damaged. He wouldn't risk using it anymore this fight. His strategy had paid off slightly however as he had gathered enough energy to transcend. His power was now at 104%, and the energy he gathered from Shiro was just what he needed for his next attack.
Marka spun his left arm rapidly creating a sort of tornado with it. He continued spinning it more and more rapidly watching it grow in strength.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 21:06:00 GMT -5
Circuits? Shiro thought as his attack tore paint and something else off Marka's arm. I've been fighting a robot? He didn't have much time to think after that, instead being forced to roll out of the way of the spiralling column of ki. And he seems stronger now, too. I can't hold back anymore. He quickly got back up, entering his stance as he charged for a brief moment, before dashing at Marka, ki around him distorting the light into the image of a wolf. As he approached he started striking out with his palms, aiming mostly for Marka's face, chest, and right shoulder, trying to do as much damage as possible.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 21:11:08 GMT -5
Marka put the spinning ki in front of him as he charged. "FOOLISH! NEVER WILLINGLY CHARGE STRAIGHT INTO THIS ATTACK!" The vacuum had finished and Marka let go of it. Shiro would run right into it if he continued his assault. Even if he didn't it would be close enough to do it's damage. It would rip air from every orifice in Shiro's body, and due to the burns suffered by the Kamehameha, there were quite a few.
Marka wheezed, using the vacuum took up a lot of energy. Now he could feel the enhanced form slowly slipping away due to the energy being put into the vacuum.
ooc: I'd suggest you read the info on the KI Rip Vacuum. It's not quite as strong as it would be because I only used one arm but you shouldn't have run right into it.....
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 21:20:46 GMT -5
Shiro, noticing that the spiral from earlier was a side effect of Marka's charging and not the attack itself, tried to jump out of the way of the real thing, though his leg got stuck in the blast. The pain wasn't so bad, but it was a very strange type of pain, as if a thousand or so hyperdermic needles were stuck into his skin and started pulling all the air out of his flesh. Really, from an acupunturist's point of view, it might have felt pretty good. Shiro, on the other hand, thought it was horrible and was quite pleased when he finally escaped the blast fully. He rolled into a crouch after landing, taking a moment to catch his breath.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 21:25:07 GMT -5
"Dammit, that was my strongest attack!" Marka exclaimed open mouthed, "This is the first time it's failed me" Marka whispered. His new transformation was still draining him but he managed to maintain it still. This is it, Marka was going to either lose or win with this next move. Marka began charging a massive blast throughout his entire body. It was a massive Kamehameha wave. One that would completely drain him after it was launched. If it hit it dead on it would surely win him the match, if it missed though Marka would be in such a weakened state he would be unable to fight any longer.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 21:27:20 GMT -5
19.
Shiro judged, from the posture Marka entered, that he was charging another attack, though he wasn't sure what it was. He too began to gather energy, his hands once more going to meet above his head, power pouring into their palms and forming into an orb.
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 21:30:04 GMT -5
Marka sprinted forwards and allowed the energy to flow around him. Anything it hit would be damaged badly from the energy. This was the last of his transformation. It was all going into this. Marka slid at the last minute, knowing Shiro would expect him to jump, landing right at Shiro's feet and screamed. The energy shot out from all directions of Marka's body, roughly six feet in all directions.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 21:36:02 GMT -5
The moment Marka started running towards him Shiro took no chances. He gave up his charge, using the energy instead to after image away several feet to his left, just as Marka went into his slide. He watched Marka expend the energy around him in what looked like a kamikaze attack, only without the death part. Even with his distance, Shiro was forced to bring up both arms to protect his face from the resulting shockwave of dust, but he wasn't too badly harmed at the end. He brought his hands down and looked at Marka. What's he planning next?
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Post by Marka on May 20, 2009 21:40:20 GMT -5
Marka looked up and saw, to his horror, that his attack had no effect. Marka put his head back down on the stone floor. He was done, he had nothing else to give. His transformation was gone with his inability to supply anymore energy. Marka closed his eyes and fell asleep. His arm still in a terrible condition.
Marka could vaguely hear the announcer counting down to his loss. Marka didn't care anymore, he had nothing left to give. It was a great battle he thought, and a great training experience. Marka felt the med teams carrying him out on a stretcher. He wanted his arm patched up.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 21:44:43 GMT -5
Shiro watched Marka as he just lay there. Eventually, as the announcer counted, he realized that Marka had put his all into the attack. And I avoided it by a hair. He himself had been on his last legs, especially since Marka drained a good bit of energy from him. "Good fight, Marka."
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Post by Earth Tournament Announcer on May 20, 2009 21:46:46 GMT -5
"...And the winner of this match is SHIRO! Now ladies and gentlemen, get ready for the final match of the first round. In this next match up we have the two saiyans battling it out! Will Couric and Cajabe please come to the stage!"
"I would also like to point out to the next combatants that because of the 2 other fighters not showing up, the winner of this next match gets a straight shot into the finals!"
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Post by Earth Tournament Announcer on May 20, 2009 21:49:13 GMT -5
"Nine! TEN! And it's a knock out folks. Shiro wins the MATCH!" As the crowd cheers, a medic comes in and carries Marka out of the arena while another comes to escort Shiro. "Now that that's done, let's get on with the next match. Unfortunately both combatants for the third fight have been disqualified, so would Cabbage and Couric please enter the arena!?" The announcer shouted, once more mispronouncing Cajabe's name.
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Post by unholylssj on May 20, 2009 21:52:43 GMT -5
Couric heard his name called from inside the waiting area, yawning as he got to his feet, stretching out a little bit. It had seemed like it took an eternity just for the fight to be announced and now...Couric was one hundred percent, absolutely ready to go. He headed out the door, eyes widenuing a bit as he noticed just how many people were in the stands, a bit surprised that they had been filled up.
/All I have to do is beat Cajabe and then I'll be on to the finals to face whoever wins the next match.../ Couric reminded himself, leaping onto the tiles of the arena, making sure that his tail had been wrapped around his waist and under his belt. He turned back in the direction the waiting area was and waited for his opponent to arrive.
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Post by Shiro on May 20, 2009 21:55:19 GMT -5
Shiro walked out of the arena, nodding to the young boy who walked in after him. Since it wasn't Cajabe, he assumed it must be Couric. He followed the medic assigned to him into the arena hospital, where he fell onto a bed and fell asleep.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 0:38:15 GMT -5
Cajabe dashes in to the ring, with one hell of a confident smirk on his face, but then he looks bitterly at the announcer... "Stop getting my name wrong!" Looking away and back to Couric, Cajabe declares... "This is where it happens. I will crush you before this audience!"
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:45:35 GMT -5
Having just woken up, Cajabe feels it necessary to do a bit of a warm up before the fight. He stretches his arms wide out to either side of his body... oh man that feels good to do that.
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:46:35 GMT -5
Dropping his arms down and relaxing, Cajabe begins to do a little jog on the spot to raise his heart rate, and wake him up a little more. "Just have a few moments to do this before the fight is started."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:47:29 GMT -5
He jogs for just a little bit longer on the spot, and then stops, taking in a breath, and feeling just how energized that simple activity made him feel. "This fight is gonna be so easy... look at him... just standing there."
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Post by Majin Cajabe on May 21, 2009 2:49:01 GMT -5
He places his right hand on his left shoulder, and begins to move his left arm around, loosening up the joints a little. And then he relaxes. "I guess I'm ready now, but until this thing starts, I may as well keep doing warm-up excercises."
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