08-05-2017, 01:23 PM
Fuck that hurt! Little bastard has more life in him than I thought. I push myself from the now quite toasty concrete floor and peer about through the smoke and flame, scanning for my target. Doesn't take me long to spot him over by the elevator, and he just as quickly locks onto me.
Guy's got a lot of life in him for a dude who just got done fighting someone. He immediately dashes forward, his sword held ready to skewer me like a bug kabob. And with all the damage I took during our last scuffle, I REALLY ain't feeling getting in too close with the guy. Unfortunately, the alternative is losing him in this haze, so I grit my beak and strengthen my arms with some ki just in time to deflect a thrust which woulda gave me a little more than a belly button.
Goddamn, the guy’s strong. If I wasn't so damn quick, I'd be skewered already. As it is, I'm barely keeping his blade away with my hardened carapace. Hell, Seventeen’s tougher than me too. STILL don't know how he managed to tank my Kamehameha withouta damn scratch; gonna hafta look into THAT later. But unfortunately for him… five weapons beat one.
Ducking under a powerful slash, I raise my hands in front of me and shout those timeless words: “WOLF FANG FIST!”
Oh, the dude tries to fend me off: I'll give him that. But his mistake was trying to take me in close combat. I ‘learned’ from the best. Goku. Vegeta. Piccolo. And, in this case, it was Yamcha giving me the upperhand. Seventeen manages to avoid a few hits here and there, but my lightning quick flurry of blows is just too much for him to handle. I finish it off with a kick to his gut that sends him staggering back.
“You might ass well jusst let me eatcha,” I say condescendingly as I approach the wary Seventeen. The bastard really WAS tough. My attack had barely left him winded. “Cuz even if you beat me… even if you manage to esscape, thiss won't be the end.”
The Android's eyes light up in realization as I speak. There's no fear in those eyes, just a sort of weary resignation.
“That'ss right, brother,” I cackle sinisterly, hands held to my sides. “I won't resst until you've become a part of me. And, therefore, YOU won't resst. Well… not ssoundly anyway… You'll alwayss hafta wonder whether I'm nearby… whether I'm gonna sstrike ass ssoon ass you drop your guard. Let me eatcha now and it'ss all over. Quick and painlesss.”
With a feigned sigh of regret, I continue, “But keep sstruggling againsst fate… well, in the end I'll sstill get what I want and all you'll get iss ssome ssleeplesss nightss and a whole lot of unnecccesssary sstresss. Sso… whaddya ssay, pal? Quick and eassy, or sslow and painful. It'ss up to you.”
Taking his blade in both hands, Seventeen slides his feet apart and fixes me with a steely glare.
“You know,” he begins. “As much as that whole scenario would suck, I'm going to have to decline again. Sorry, Celly, but getting eaten just ain't my style.”
My exasperated sigh isn't feigned this time, a scowl pulling down my beak.
“That'ss it then. I TRIED to give ya a chancce, but you jusst HAFTA be difficult, don'tcha? Well, no more Misster Nicce Ccell! Drinkss are off, and I ain't coming to your birthday party no more!”
A ball of ki forms in each of my palms, and I point them at my target as Seventeen makes a sarcastic comment about how he's devastated that we're not friends anymore. Damn, the guy is infuriating…
With a shout, I launch a volley of ki blasts at the Android. Fire. Explosions. All that cool jazz. My rapid fire attack left him no room to evade, and I can't help but to grin as I cease my attack. I don't care HOW tough the guy is, he's gonna be feeling… that… one….
As the smoke clears, I catch sight of Seventeen. And his green bubble of energy. Not a single blast got through. A fiery rage bubbles up from my gut and my shout drowns out the sound of fire and his wry snickering. I force the last dregs of my energy to my hands and snarl, “Nicce trick, but let'ss ssee how it handless THISS!”
As the last word leaves my beak, I launch a molten beam of ki at Seventeen and his shield.
Guy's got a lot of life in him for a dude who just got done fighting someone. He immediately dashes forward, his sword held ready to skewer me like a bug kabob. And with all the damage I took during our last scuffle, I REALLY ain't feeling getting in too close with the guy. Unfortunately, the alternative is losing him in this haze, so I grit my beak and strengthen my arms with some ki just in time to deflect a thrust which woulda gave me a little more than a belly button.
Goddamn, the guy’s strong. If I wasn't so damn quick, I'd be skewered already. As it is, I'm barely keeping his blade away with my hardened carapace. Hell, Seventeen’s tougher than me too. STILL don't know how he managed to tank my Kamehameha withouta damn scratch; gonna hafta look into THAT later. But unfortunately for him… five weapons beat one.
Ducking under a powerful slash, I raise my hands in front of me and shout those timeless words: “WOLF FANG FIST!”
Oh, the dude tries to fend me off: I'll give him that. But his mistake was trying to take me in close combat. I ‘learned’ from the best. Goku. Vegeta. Piccolo. And, in this case, it was Yamcha giving me the upperhand. Seventeen manages to avoid a few hits here and there, but my lightning quick flurry of blows is just too much for him to handle. I finish it off with a kick to his gut that sends him staggering back.
“You might ass well jusst let me eatcha,” I say condescendingly as I approach the wary Seventeen. The bastard really WAS tough. My attack had barely left him winded. “Cuz even if you beat me… even if you manage to esscape, thiss won't be the end.”
The Android's eyes light up in realization as I speak. There's no fear in those eyes, just a sort of weary resignation.
“That'ss right, brother,” I cackle sinisterly, hands held to my sides. “I won't resst until you've become a part of me. And, therefore, YOU won't resst. Well… not ssoundly anyway… You'll alwayss hafta wonder whether I'm nearby… whether I'm gonna sstrike ass ssoon ass you drop your guard. Let me eatcha now and it'ss all over. Quick and painlesss.”
With a feigned sigh of regret, I continue, “But keep sstruggling againsst fate… well, in the end I'll sstill get what I want and all you'll get iss ssome ssleeplesss nightss and a whole lot of unnecccesssary sstresss. Sso… whaddya ssay, pal? Quick and eassy, or sslow and painful. It'ss up to you.”
Taking his blade in both hands, Seventeen slides his feet apart and fixes me with a steely glare.
“You know,” he begins. “As much as that whole scenario would suck, I'm going to have to decline again. Sorry, Celly, but getting eaten just ain't my style.”
My exasperated sigh isn't feigned this time, a scowl pulling down my beak.
“That'ss it then. I TRIED to give ya a chancce, but you jusst HAFTA be difficult, don'tcha? Well, no more Misster Nicce Ccell! Drinkss are off, and I ain't coming to your birthday party no more!”
A ball of ki forms in each of my palms, and I point them at my target as Seventeen makes a sarcastic comment about how he's devastated that we're not friends anymore. Damn, the guy is infuriating…
With a shout, I launch a volley of ki blasts at the Android. Fire. Explosions. All that cool jazz. My rapid fire attack left him no room to evade, and I can't help but to grin as I cease my attack. I don't care HOW tough the guy is, he's gonna be feeling… that… one….
As the smoke clears, I catch sight of Seventeen. And his green bubble of energy. Not a single blast got through. A fiery rage bubbles up from my gut and my shout drowns out the sound of fire and his wry snickering. I force the last dregs of my energy to my hands and snarl, “Nicce trick, but let'ss ssee how it handless THISS!”
As the last word leaves my beak, I launch a molten beam of ki at Seventeen and his shield.
Quote:760 according to Google Docs
Seventeen attacked with Power Sword. I blocked with Deflection
I used Wolf Fang Fist on Seventeen followed by a monologue.
Used Rapid Fire Ki Blasts, which Seventeen blocked with his Ki Barrier.
Finished off with a T1 Super Attack: Super Ki Beam(Nameless).
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