NPC Battle: Izon vs Ralia (One Star Dragonball)

NPC Profile: http://infinitedbz.wetpaint.com/page/Ralia

Please Note: NPC battles have a bit of a different method of participants. Since it is NPC vs players, the maximum people on one side can be 4, but they do not have to be the same alliance. Nor do they have to "fight together."

Ralia watched as the gentlemanly fellow below produced the orange sphere from the rocks and and lifted it, examining it. It glinted in the sunlight, casting erratic rays all over their surroundings. She knew his name as Ian Lancaster, but that was about it. He owned some businesses and had dealings with the Capsule Corporation. She had been following him for quite awhile, but that had been to monitor his progress. Master took care of all the rest. He had always told her that it was better she didn't see the big picture. It would help her focus.

Master was never wrong.

Reaching into her coat pocket, she pulled her cellphone out, dialing a number. There was an immediate answer.

“Any luck?” the gravelly voice of Master said.

“Lancaster has the ball,” she replied, betraying no excitement.

“Good. Kill him.”

She closed the phone and stuffed it back into her pocket. After that, she took a brief moment to stretch her limbs. Ralia floated down off of the top of the cliff, landing on a large boulder in front of him, light as a feather. She flashed him a broad smile—the sort of friendly smile that a house wife would give their husband when he returned from work.

“Looks like you found a dragonball. Commendable, but it also means that you must die. I am sorry, it's nothing personal.”

Lifting her hand up, she concentrated her spiritual energy, letting it flow down the length of he arm. Above her palm, a churning yellow sphere of ki appeared, swelling in size. She brought her arm behind her, the ball still hovering face up, and then swiped it forward, as if she were throwing a baseball. The orb split into a half dozen smaller spheres. Upon impact they would generate a series of explosions akin to an artillery bombardment. It was a suitable technique to destroy Lancaster and his minions before they all attacked her at once.

Divide and conquer. That was the motto of the Organization. She had devoted her life to Master and would kill any man for him, he only needed to say the word.

Actions

1) Nothing.
2) Nothing.
3) Trap Shooter Rank 3 [Ki Score: 917] → +29 FP


Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

“Looks like you found a dragonball. Commendable, but it also means that you must die. I am sorry, it's nothing personal.”

Ian looked up to see a woman with flowing raven hair. She was gorgeous. But someone who threatens his life deserves nothing special from him. Energy manifested in the palm of her hand as she drew it back.

Ian was ready as the ball of energy shot forward, spreading into several more. Ian flew up bringing his arms and legs up, protecting his face and body. He was struck and it stung quite a bit. This was the first real battle he's been in since he's come back to the mortal realm.

Cira had stirred the shuttle out of the path of the energy, one scrapping the side of it. Sweat beaded down his forehead as he counted his blessings. This was certainly Ian's territory as of right now. "What do you want us to do boss."

Ian looked at Muscles who looked ready to attack. Looking down into the palm of his hand, he held the dragonball. "Take this thing and both of you get out of here. I'll delay her." He chucked the ball to Muscles who looked a bit bruised up after the first volley. Hell, even Ian didn't look all that well. Rather his clothing didn't.

Muscles grabbed the ball and retreated to the shuttle and both started to make their way further south so stay out of their path.

Ian looked back at the woman below. "I see you have a bit of power. Tell me, how would it take for you to join me instead of being against me? I could use someone like you on my roster. Unlimited training, pay, and adventures the likes you've ever seen." He wasn't sure he was willing to completely trust her or even accept her, but it bought time. She seemed to be after him anyway. For what he wasn't sure. "Think about it. Fight whom ever you want, but get paid to do so. When you aren't fighting for me, the freedom to seek your own sport, or train under one of the most advanced training facilities known in the Galaxy. Or rather will be known. I could even make plans to have you visit the Saiyans and train under them if near death training is your thing."

Actions:
1. Block vs Action 3 (15fp)
2. Throw Dragonball to Muscles
3. Negotiate

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

"I see you have a bit of power. Tell me, how would it take for you to join me instead of being against me? I could use someone like you on my roster. Unlimited training, pay, and adventures the likes you've ever seen,” Ian Lancaster said.

"Think about it. Fight whom ever you want, but get paid to do so. When you aren't fighting for me, the freedom to seek your own sport, or train under one of the most advanced training facilities known in the Galaxy. Or rather will be known. I could even make plans to have you visit the Saiyans and train under them if near death training is your thing."

Ralia tapped one of her fingers on her chin. She then chucked softly, brushing strands of hair away from her eyes. After the explosions, the wind had seemed to have kicked up a bit.

“Oh, Mr. Lancaster, you flatter a girl,” she said. “But, Master already provides me with everything you've offered. Like I said, this isn't personal. You're supposed to die. So, please, kindly—just let me decapitate you.”

She vanished from sight, not even stirring a pebble or blade of grass. It was almost as if she had never had been standing there in the first place. When she finally-reappeared she was behind Ian, her arrival barely disturbing the atmosphere enough to ruffle the gentleman's hair.

Both of Ralia's legs were positioned to the left and right of his head. She attempted to wrap them around his neck, and enclose him with as much crushing force as her little body could muster. Leaning back, she felt both of her hands touch the ground and then she attempted to whip him backwards and launch him towards the sapphire waves. She was banking on the jerking motion tearing his head from his body. But, a girl could only hope.

Extending one nailed finger, Ralia tracked his movements. She had just gotten her nails done, they were a metallic blue and she couldn’t help but think about how good of a job the manicurist had done. A small bead of pink light appeared on her finger tip, shimmering bright. With her bead on him, she unleashed a super condensed beam of fuchsia spiritual energy, hopefully with enough speed and force to punch straight through his flesh. Her target was his heart, which she wanted to completely disintegrate.

She was a man-eater; that was fact.

Actions

1) Rest → -10 FP
2) Flight + Speed Burst + Grapple [Agility Score: 13,291] → +19 FP
3) Death Beam Rank 3 [Ki Score: 909] → +26 FP

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

“Oh, Mr. Lancaster, you flatter a girl,” she said. “But, Master already provides me with everything you've offered. Like I said, this isn't personal. You're supposed to die. So, please, kindly—just let me decapitate you.”

Ian could barely believe his eyes. One moment she was there, and another she was gone. Where the hell... It was too late. Her legs had wrapped around his head. He struggled, but to no avail. He wedged his hands in between her thighs and tried to pry them apart. The pressure was off, but he couldn't get free. They were locked.

He felt himself go weightless as he was brought down. And in a swift motion, he was flying through the air, the muscles in his neck aching. He skipped across the water and managed to gain some control. There was a brief flash and he cut out his energy usage, falling into the cold water of the ocean as the beam shot over head.

He stayed under water a moment trying to think. Master. So she followed someone. He removed the comlink which was absolutely useless now as it crackled. The water had ruined it. He shot back up into the air. He was a bit of the ways out, the blacked haired girl a little person now.

His hands spread out. He had a plan. One thing he was always good at, making plans. He focused his mind as his energy channeled back out into the land. He waited until he had a good grip, then without any warning, he brought his hands in as the land around the femme fatale closed in on her.

As his hand parted, and orb of energy was created and shot out to blanket the area trying to give her no room for escape. The orb broke up into several other smaller ones as it sought to obliterate the area. He barely knew how to fight, but hell, he knew how to make it go boom.

"Sorry, you won't be taking my head."

Actions:
1. Fly + Evade +14fp
2. Psychic Power- Telekinesis +5fp
3. Trap Shooter- +31 (-5 for Elder Shroud) (Ki-5123)

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Ralia felt her eye twitching as Lancaster evaded her Death Beam by free falling into the waters below. She could feel a swelling feeling deep inside her. It was a furnace that had just been lit, the flames starting to take to the kindle. It wouldn't be long before there was an inferno.

She rested, waited, as he was submerged beneath the waves. As soon as he emerged again, she would pounce with a tenacity that Lancaster had most likely never seen before. Ralia didn't want to get herself all wet, or she would have chased him into the depths and tore out his lungs before they even had a chance to fill with water.

He broke the waves a few moments later. For some reason, he was just floating there. She felt a slight shift in the ground beneath her and with no other warning, was being crushed by boulders and slabs of rock from both sides. A muffled screech was all that could he heard.

The weight behind the rocks and the power behind the invisible force crushing down on her small body was excruciating. She knew that she would have a headache and lot of bruises the next day, that was for sure.

With a howl of rage and a pulse of spiritual energy, she broke free of the earthen prison, rising up into the air. Lancaster was already preparing his next attack. Ralia could see the shimmering sphere of ki growing his palm. When it was complete, he chucked it at her and it broke apart into smaller orbs which threatened to blow her out of the sky like flak from an anti-aircraft gun.

“Hah, you novice. I just used that technique, do you earnestly think you can harm me with it?”

The first of the few orbs sizzled into range. With a fluid grace, she ducked and weaved through the bombardment, the orbs careening off towards the shore behind her. Upon reaching the ground, they made a series of violent explosions. Rock collapsed in giant heaps, falling into the sea below, sending up pillars of displaced salt water. One orb nicked Ralia's left leg. Lucky for her, there was not enough pressure to make it explode. But, the heat of it melted through her pants and left blistering welts across her skin.

With his assault finished, she was ready for her turn. Ralia drew a circle of fuchsia spiritual energy with her finger nail. The energy spread from the outer edges of the circle, filling the center, until it was flat disc. She then flicked it and it began spinning like a saw blade, making a loud buzzing sound. Placing her palm flat beneath it, she lifted it up, as if she were carrying a pizza over her head—a very deadly pizza that is.

Once again, she vanished from sight, moving so fast that to the average eye she would have been invisible. When she appeared again, she was a good foot or two in front of Lancaster. She cocked the buzzing disc of ki back and then hurled it forward at him. She knew it could easily rend his flesh, and her hope was to cut him in two. Oh, how glorious it would be to see his two haves spiral towards the ocean bow, internal organs flapping in the wind like ribbons.

Master always told her to visualize things, and they would happen. This time Ralia had a good feeling she had ended Lancaster's pathetic life.

Actions:

1) Rest → -10 FP
- Take hit Action #2 → +2 Rage
2) Flight + Evade Action #3 → +19 FP
3) Flight + Speed Burst + Destructo Disk Rank 3 [Ki Score: 988 ] → +32 FP

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Frustration grew on Ian's face when his attack failed to hit his target. Pathetic was all he could think to himself. This was his first real battle and in the end, he was doing a horrible job. At least he was right that she wanted his head and not the dragonball. He himself wasn't too worried about death, he had been there before. Besides, he knew it wouldn't be quite so easy to kill him.

She vanished once again. This time Ian was ready, though barely. He was awaiting another attack from behind, ready to turn. This time though, the attack came from the front. His defense was more of a reaction than anything. A yellow disk of energy was launched from only a few feet away. Mostly trying to shield his face, his hand raised up as a thin layer of energy coated it.

The blade struck and spun, cutting into the barrier. The blade shot sparks and even some blood as it dug into his hand. His other hand, desperate to end this gathered up energy and once it was ready, he through his arm forward and the other back, allowing the yellow disk to continue its path. His hands pumped rapidly, launching a bombardment of energy at the woman who had dared to attack him.

His bombardment pushed him backwards. After a moment of constant fire, he retreated, nursing his hand, breathing heavily. Though he was already technically dead, it hurt like hell. His sore neck no longer the focus, nor the burns on his arms. His mind was focused on the new wound.

He tore at his shirt, ripping off a strip of cloth and binding his hand as he made room between him and the woman looking to kill him. He looked down, the water looking less tempting now that he had an open wound. He'd make sure Muscles got a bit rougher with him if he survived this encounter. Though it was obvious, this woman was far better at fighting than he was.

Actions:
1. Flight + Barrier Rk 2 vs Action 3 +19fp
2. Flight + Renzouku Kikou Dan Rk 3 +28fp (Ki= 5215)
3. Flight + Rest -9fp

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

This battle is paused for 24 hours while we wait for an intervention post.

Broly felt the tremors of energy resonating from miles away; his recently acquired feel for energy alerting him to those doing battle. He could feel his skin tingling and shivers crawling up his spine with each discharge released, exciting him in ways he'd thought forgotten. He could feel that they were weaker than him now, when he was certain that he'd been on even footing with at least one of them merely days ago. That itself wasn't very astounding; the astounding thing was that he now surpassed it. He was stronger than both signatures by a solid amount, both in general power level and raw power itself. Broly was the embodiment of raw power, on Planet Earth. He did not control it, nor did he restrict it for the benefit of others. Anybody who crossed him, crossed a raging bull that was by all means, approaching unstoppable. He could already feel his heart racing, hear it pounding in his head.

It had been a good while since he'd been able to outclass an opponent on Planet Earth. The very thought was starting to force him into a state of restlessness, as though he was a fresh young man preparing to go into battle for the second time in his life. His fists were clenched tightly, forcing a rush of heat to flow through his arms despite the chilly atmosphere. The air itself was freezing cold, but he couldn't feel it. He was too preoccupied in his thoughts; his fantasies of fantastic slaughter. He was already pumped up, prepared to deal out the most damage to whoever the fuck was encroaching upon his territory. Yes, Planet Earth had become his territory; with his new Strength, it was to be his play ground to do with on as he pleased. If he didn't like it, he'd blow it the hell up. If he wanted to kick some other kids off of it, he would.

He'd escort them from his temporary home to the gates of hell, personally. Personally, he doubted their ability to stop him. Broly's body clearly illustrated his recent history. There were tears and rips in his leggings at the knees, and scuffs along his boots and wrist guards, which were regularly a regal gold. It was a sign of what he'd gone through since arriving on Earth. The struggles he'd suffered through and the triumphs he'd managed to orchestrate. He'd waded through rivers of blood and streams of sorrows, and he wasn't about to stop now. These people were about to find that out. As Broly brought both arms across his chest while descending through the clouds, he attempted to find whatever it was discharging all the energy. Surely, a series of eruptions with that type of force wouldn't be too hard to spot?

As it happened, he caught wind of a weaker signature pretty easily. A series of golden blasts were arcing across the sky at some woman in the distance, clearly an attempt to be rid of her. From the strength of each blast, it appeared that the warrior firing them was heavily proficient in the use of ki. It reminded him of the boy; wherever the fuck the child was, Broly was confident that he was getting into position somewhere. Despite the fact that he had wanted to come here alone, he had been escorted by a certain purple haired visionary. That boy would occupy the weaker energy reading, while Broly took his time demolishing the other one. He was confident enough in their ability to wreak havoc upon the pair, for even if Ryouji failed...Well, they'd still have to fight their way past Broly. That itself was no easy feat. Broly was not a cuddly puppy you put in a cage.

Broly was more like a pack of hungry sharks in the water. If he got wind of even the slightest sign of weakness, the sight of blood, he would only attack with an increased vigor. He was already raring to go, but the thought of tearing two fools to pieces was just too enticing. Tendrils of emerald energy began lifting off of his shoulders as if it were smoke, evaporating with light cracks and snaps as it rose into the air. The energy was, contrary to all appearances, not dissipating. It was simply dispersing itself back into his body, joining the mass of power that was struggling to escape from his figure. While the warrior's eyes trained themselves on the warrior who was set to evade the bombardment of energy being released from the ground, the Legendary Warrior raised a palm toward the Earth. Narrowing his eyes to keep track of the figure who he had not yet ascertained a bead on, Broly quickly swept his hand over the area he sensed the weaker signature from.

Emerald energy was brought about in his arm's wake, soaring toward the Earth at high speeds in an attempt to bombard the general area. He wasn't very concerned for the weaker fellow's safety, after all. The weak should have been allowed to be crushed without hesitation, in his opinion. It was their own damn faults for being so unable, so inept at protecting themselves. Why shouldn't he have struck to kill?

WC:872

Actions:
1.Arrive @ Battle / Sense
2.Flash Bomb (+35 FP) @ Izon
3.Rest (-10FP)

Spoiler:

The two comrades had been training in a nearby field when Broly had pointed out powerful energy signatures. Ryouji had sensed the two aura’s only moments ago and was surprised to find that Broly had noticed so soon. His control over his energy was getting far greater. Soon the warrior would be far too powerful and would be a liability to the young boy.

Ryouji had to somehow guarantee the behemoth’s continued support. For that, he needed to delve deeper into the Magic Realm to find a method to keep the beast on his side. He didn’t want to suppress or contain the man’s power, but simply wanted him to maintain his current role as the face of his movement.

The comrades had decided to join in the fray. The two signatures they detected were significantly different and without so much as a word uttered between them, it had already been decided that Broly was to take the stronger of the two. It mattered not to Ryouji as he was much more interested in the weaker of the two energy signatures. It was a familiar aura belonging to a man the youth had met only days before, Ian Lancaster. He was a business man who had the nerve to build a training camp in Ryouji’s backyard. Ryouji wanted to make certain that was not to happen.

Broly had already traveled ahead of the purple haired youth, intent on drawing blood. The beast of a man had always been that way and Ryouji knew better than to get between him and his prey. Though he was content in following behind his comrade, Ryouji thought it still brash of the warrior to rush ahead in battle without thinking. Then again, that is what he was there for. That is why they made such the ideal team. It was time the Faith and Power of their ideals were to shine, and their Inquisition to begin.

The sky just in front of Ryouji lit up with a green glow. That was Broly, his emerald energy was unmistakable; the power of his god-like energy blurred the very fabric of reality that surrounded it. If there was one thing Ryouji admired about the man it was the power he held. That amount of power would only be suited to his goals and he was determined to keep it that way by keeping Broly by his side.

Ryouji glanced down to see a man in a top hat. That was him, Ian Lancaster. Ryouji descended from the sky, several hundred meters behind the man he kept his focus on, making sure to keep his energy low in order to better hide his presence. With his feet landing softly in the grass, the boy readied himself. He wanted to use Broly’s attack to mask his own.

The boy raised his arms, palms facing the figure in the top hat. Slowly a large violet circle appeared only a meter away from his palms. The circle was nearly half his size and strange symbols decorated the edge of the ring, an ancient language of the Shin’s once used long ago. Slowly the circle started to spin clockwise, gathering energy along the outer edge. As the magic circle quickened its rotation, the energy started to fill the gaps.

A rain of green energy spread across the large battlefield; that was the signal. It was time to attack. Ryouji released the limit on his energy. Suddenly, the circle cracked as a large beam of violet light shot out from the center, heading straight for the figure that could only be Ian Lancaster.

(WC: 600)

Actions:
1) Arrive with Ki Suppressed (1%)
2) Release Suppression (100%) + Galick Gun @ Izon (+38 FP) [Ki Score: 3,691]
3) Rest (-10 FP)

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Ralia let out a howling screech as her energy disc hit Lancaster, but was turned away by some invisible force. She had been longing to see it severe his pathetic body in two pieces. He had taken that away. She was disgusted. He would die, one way or another. He could only wiggle himself out of her killing blows for so long until one finally got him. She had plenty of deadly techniques in her arsenal to dispose of him with. If one ability didn't work, it was time to move onto the next.

Lancaster decided to retaliate, unleash a bombardment of ki blasts at her. The first few missed their mark, swishing past her, displacing enough air to ruffle her hair. She was deep in thought of all the brutal ways she wished to kill him when a blast hit her dead on in the gut. Within moments she was enveloped in a growing cloud of light, smoke, and flames.

Eventually the smoke receded and she still was floating there, gasping for air. Her expensive, brand name designer clothing, was tattered and burnt up. Blisters and burns covered her face and arms and she was shaking from both the pain and expanding temper.

She saw that he was just floating there, taking a break or something. Ian Lancaster was a dead man, there was NO question about, not after pulling that little stunt.

“You piece of shit!” she called out. “How dare you hurt me. I am going to tear your eyes out of your skull and shove them up your ass.”

She felt a rumbling in her jacket pocket and reached in, pulling out her cell phone. She hit the button, taking the call, her eyes still locked on Lancaster, just in case he made a move.

“Incoming, two bogeys,” a voice with a thick country accent said. It was Rex. She hated Rex more than she hated Lancaster. But, much to her dismay, Master wouldn't let her kill him.

“You listen to me Rex, you stay out of this. You hear me you asshole, you stay back and let me handle it!”

“Riiiight,” Rex said and chuckled. “Little lady, you're going to need me for this one.”

“You fucking stay back!” she shouted and crushed the phone with all of her strength. Opening her palm, the ground up remnants scattered to the wind sand.

Now she needed a new phone. She had like that one, it came with all sorts of neat applications.

An emerald light brought her eyes to the sky above her. A giant man was floating there, gathering energy. He didn't seem to be looking at anyone in general. No, it seemed he was about to bombard them with ki energy. She sighed in frustration, who the hell was this interloper? She had never seen him before, nor had she known anyone to pick the Organization as their enemy. That meant only one thing, he was after Lancaster too.

And, that wasn't going to happen. She would just have to kill the arrivals first. Lancaster was hers. No one else was going to touch him.

The brute released his energy attack, a rain of green bolts. She weaved her way through the mess of them as she made for higher altitudes. Rex had warned her of two incoming enemies, so it was in her best interest to find the second one. She heard the rumbling explosions below as she came to a stop, hovering above the brute's position.

“No—no—no! I don't think so. Lancaster is my mark, you poaching bastards. Get out of here!”

She had no idea if Lancaster had survived the bombardment. If it had killed him, she was really going to go super bitch on that brute. Just as she was about to go check, she saw a shimmering violet bead of light coming from the beach.

A moderate sized wave purple energy erupted forth towards what she figured was Lancaster's position. The attacker was a good distance away, so she couldn't see exactly what he looked like, but she knew right away he was much smaller than the brute. She wasn't about to let this one kill Lancaster either. Although it pained her to do so, she flew down, coming to a halt directly in front of the wave.

She brought her hand up next to her face and twisted her body in a full motion backhand. It struck the tip of the wave, knocking it aside. It veered off into the ocean, plummeting into the depths. A few seconds later it collided with the sea floor and exploded. A dome of shimmering violet light and a massive tsunami rose up, submerging the entire beach.

Looking down, her arm was quivering in the pain of the deflection. She was dealing with someone relatively strong, that was for sure. With a flicker of motion she was gone again, appearing right in front of the attacker. Close up, she could see he was just a young kid, with purple hair and glasses. Great, she was under attack by a steroid laden jock and his nerdy friend. Things just kept getting better and better.

She bent her fingers, making her hand into a sort of make shift claw. And then she unleashed hell upon him, raking at his face with as much speed and force as she could. She was like a cougar from hell, bent on shredding his flesh, reducing his face to a nothing more than a slab of bloody pulp.

No one stole her kill. Especially not some little kid.

Actions:

-Take hit, Izon Action #2 (+3 rage)
1) Flight + Evade Broly Action #2 → +19 FP
2) Flight + Block + Deflection on Ryouji Action #2 [Endurance: 4708] → +21 FP (+2 Rage)
3) Flight + Speed Burst + Machine Gun Fist/Rake Rank 3 @ Ryouji → +39 FP

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Ian couldn't help but smile at his attacker's anger. "You piece of shit! How dare you hurt me. I am going to tear your eyes out of your skull and shove them up your ass.”

It actually felt good to have someone angry and frustrated with him. He waited, taking a breather as she answered her phone. The one on the other end was obviously not one she preferred to speak with. That was completely evident by her crushing her phone.

Ian was gonna say something when she looked up and off to the side. Ian followed her gaze. A giant man stood there, looking down at them. Who the hell is this? Another one that wants to kill me? Or is he after the woman?

A rain of energy came down upon him. His arms rose, covering his face as he was bombarded with energy that rivaled his own power. He was pounded one after the other and allowed himself to fall back into the ocean. There beneath the surface of the water, he lowered his ki and waited. Breathing wasn't needed, he was already technically dead. There he sank deeper and deeper keeping his eyes on the surface, but allowing him to rest up and remain hidden. He found an under water cave that was shallow, but worked.

Hiding underneath, this is where he would work his magic. He had people he could call. Allies that owed him a favor. Unfortunately one of his allies were still on Kanassa. But another he knew was still on Earth. Or at least hoped she was.

He sent out a message telepathically to Ava, a woman who owed him one. "Ava, this is Ian Lancaster. We spoke some time ago. I need to call in the favor. It appears there are some people out to kill me. For which reason, I do not know. I'm currently hiding under the surface of the ocean, but it's only a matter of time before they find me. I am directly south of West City near the beach. There are two people currently fighting it out, and both want to kill me. I'm hoping to buy some time, but I need your help. Please. If you can stop them, our debt will be paid in full. Kill them if you must."

He stayed below the surface, keeping his power as low as possible. He needed to stay hidden, though how much he could take the salt on his open wound he didn't know. He had several of them now. Burns, bruises and cuts. The new guy that showed up had power behind him, which wasn't good. No one that big was only good at energy.

He didn't even know there was a third one, as he was under the water when the woman had taken the blast for him. He just hoped she wanted to kill him enough that she wasn't going to allow anyone else do it.

Actions:
1. Flight + Block vs Broly action 2 +19fp
2. Ki + Psychic Powers
3. Rest -10fp

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Ava was out in the forest, practising her accuracy. She would wait motionless in the shadows and wait for a leaf to fall off a tree and flutter down to earth. Her eyes shot open and she aimed her attack at a leaf that was falling. She gathered her ki up, just a small amount and let it off through the tip of her finger. She hit the leaf dead on, in the middle, making a clean holed through the centre of the floating leaf.

She smiled. Her accuracy had improved ten fold. Then something snapped in her head. Something or someone was talking to her telepathically. She didn’t know what was happening, until she heard the very familiar voice speaking to her.

"Ava, this is Ian Lancaster. We spoke some time ago. I need to call in the favour. It appears there are some people out to kill me. For which reason, I do not know. I'm currently hiding under the surface of the ocean, but it's only a matter of time before they find me. I am directly south of West City near the beach. There are two people currently fighting it out, and both want to kill me. I'm hoping to buy some time, but I need your help. Please. If you can stop them, our debt will be paid in full. Kill them if you must." She heard him say to her as she listened, unable to stop him or block him out.

There was nothing she could do to stop the temptation to fly to his rescue. Was it the deal she had made with him that was so strong, that she had no choice but to obey him. It must have been. Her eyes glazed over suddenly, and forgot about everything. Her training, her chess date with a friend, everything. All that mattered now was getting to West City’s shoreline, where Ian Lancaster was hiding.

She suddenly whistled loudly, calling on her Nimbus cloud. He was fast and she could save loads of ki instead of flying. He zoomed in and she climbed up onto him.

“West City beach. As fast as you can Nimbus.” She told him and he zoomed off, carrying her to her charge.

After a few minutes she arrived and hopped off of Nimbus mid air, looking down at the shore. Sure enough, there were two people on the beach, fighting it out. She sensed four ki signature’s close by. The two on the beach, the one in the ocean, which was Lancaster, but the third was right behind her.

She turned to see the Saiyan she had tried so hard to veer onto the path of light.

“Broly. What are you doing here?” she asked him, her eyes still glazed over.
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WC - 462
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Actions:

1) Flight on Nimbus - 0 FP

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Total FP - 0

Broly felt Ava's presence before he saw her. He could feel her massive power looming on the horizon, approaching the battle zone at rapid pace. It was obvious that she was incoming to his location based on her speed, the angle of approach. The pressure created by her power continued to send chills up the warrior's spine as he took his eyes off of the woman who had just been nailed by a direct hit from Ryouji's attack. He had to admit that he was now more interested in the new arrival. Ava had been the first person he'd met upon his arrival on the planet, the first creature who had ever illustrated true power to him. The thought of being able to fight her head on, and this time actually being close to her in power...That was tantalizing. It tickled his fancy, and forced his blood to boil from such excitement. A slow, dangerous grin crept across his face as the female Saiyan reached the battlefield, her body stopping near the Legendary Warrior himself. It was as though she'd been mail ordered.

With a glance that suggested so many things, she examined him. He tried briefly to read her emotions; was she disappointed, displeased? Her eyes were glazed over with a soft sheen that suggested her mind was somewhere else entirely. Perhaps she was fantasizing about how different things could have been, how things may have turned out if he had followed her invitation to join the light. His eyes narrowed as he scrutinized the woman, ignoring the winds that had begun to pick up around the pair. They were easily the strongest two on the battle field at this point, above both the younger fighters and the other woman. Ava's strength dwarfed that of the other female warrior, rising higher than even Broly's might could have. That itself enticed him; how would he fare against her now? The thought itself was almost enough to make him attack her on sight, before answering her question.

"Isn't it obvious, woman? I'm here to kill. I'm a shark that has caught the scent of blood. It's driving me mad; it's driving me to do things you'd never dream of. Are you ready, girl? Ready to experience a living nightmare? A walking talking force of nature?"

His words were broken up by forceful, maniacal laughter as he reached the end of his statement. The emerald fingers of energy that had been rising off of his chest and shoulders began to conglomerate around his body. This was different than the fire he had previously used as his aura. This was concentrated, controlled. This was Broly at his best, his best drawn out by those around him. He wasn't even thinking anymore. The energy that had begun to flow out of his body with apparent ease surrounded him, encompassing him in a ball of solidified power. It hummed and crackled, still slightly raw in it's monstrous form. He was going to crush this woman with all of his might, and then move on to stomp the other insects out of existence. He was The Legendary Super Saiyan, and he was not to be trifled with; nor was he to be defeated today. He would accept nothing less than a field of bodies at his feet.

His body sprang forward, hitting top speed as he went to attack the woman. The energy that surrounded his body was clearly meant as an attack measure, a volatile mass of emerald energy that was lethal by all intents and purposes. It was his Gigantic Press, an attack that few could have considered petty or weak. It made use of his natural agility and strength, on top of his regular fighting ability in general. With an attack so dangerous, he intended to do nothing less than fuck someone up-- fuck them up to the point where they could no longer breath. He knew that only he and Ryouji could have been left standing at the end of the conflict, because of one thing he'd learned while young. The best way to snuff out a fire, was to start a larger one next to it. It snuffed out the other flame by depriving it of oxygen, and if Broly managed to catch Ava with this attack...Well, she'd be one step closer to dying out, just like a candle next to a wild fire.

His energy roared and screamed as he dashed across the sky, his body closing in on the woman with his blinding speed. This was the closest he'd ever come to facing her on even ground, and he wasn't one to ignore such a blessing. Before, he would never have been able to catch her, or even come close to really harming her. But now? Shit, he was encroaching upon her territory as top dog. If he managed to kill her, he'd be even closer to claiming the title for himself. He could already imagine her body lying at his feet, trampled and half buried in ash. The others would come next, after he had made his first conquest. He would allow Ryouji to deal with the top hat guy, while he took on the two bitches. Putting a hand to his side, Broly aimed his palm at the area the human girl was, while he was still approaching Ava with his first attack.

"Hahahahahah!", his chest rocked with monstrous laughter as a quick pulse of ki energy exploded out of his hand, in an attempt to dislodge her from his ally. The pulse itself was only strong enough to provide minimal damage, but powerful enough to have an effect if it hit. All of Broly's strikes were powerful enough to have an effect, so it wasn't too shocking that a blast he'd released on the spur of the moment still possessed some kick to it.

WC: 986
TWC: 1,858

Actions:
1.Power Up (+12 FP) (+30% Str + 30% Ki)
2.Speed Burst + Gigantic Press @ Ava (+40 FP) (+10 FP) (+42% Agility + 20% Strength)
3.Ki Ball @ Ralia (+15 FP)

Total FP Gained: 77 FP
Total Stat Boosts: +42% Agility + 50% Strength + 30% Ki

Spoiler:

The emerald balls of energy crashed to the Earth one by one, sending up plumes of dirt as each of them exploded. This shrouded Ian in a cloud of dirt and smoke as his figure slowly disappeared behind the earthen veil, and his beam continued along its path, cutting through the debris like butter.

He wasn’t sure where she had come from, but without warning a woman appeared between him and Ian. Just from her brash move, Ryouji knew that she was the stronger aura that he had felt earlier, but why was she aiding Lancaster? Were they only training? No, the power levels spiked too many times from simple training and the residual energy from their attacks still hung in the air. They were fighting, at least before he and Broly showed up.

Suddenly, Ryouji saw his beam take flight in the air as it had been swatted away. For such a person to simply knock aside a beam of energy like that, she must have had quite the power. It wasn’t something Ryouji was unfamiliar with as he did constantly train with Broly, but this woman was a different beast altogether.

‘Ava, this is Ian…‘ A voice rung out in his head. What was this? Why could he hear that obnoxious voice in his head? Could it be Ian had a similar form of telepathy as Ryouji? He must have and Ryouji must have intercepted the communication. ’…some people out to kill me.’ The voice in his head was cutting in and out so it was hard for the boy to track down Ian’s exact location. ’…I'm currently hiding under the surface of the ocean…’ The guy was an idiot. He gave his exact location and now all Ryouji had to do was go to the water where Ian had last been spotted and beat the hell out of him for trying to hide.

Ryouji shook his head to clear his mind and looked to the sky. He watched his attack fall from the heavens, almost as if in slow motion, and that is when his eyes caught another sight; a woman talking with Broly. How did she get there so fast? How did he not sense her power before? This must be the woman Broly had been talking about, Ava. So this is who Ian called for support, it was a wise move. She was the most powerful warrior on the planet, but by watching her attempt to talk it out, Ryouji figured that she did not have the ferocity that it took to challenge the Legendary Warrior.

Suddenly a wave of water crashed down upon Ryouji’s head, soaking him completely. He hated rain and this was like an hour’s worth of rain all at once. He disliked it greatly. Without warning the female who had deflected his attack suddenly appeared before him. Her beauty didn’t evade him completely, but he sensed something different altogether, something hidden. He could hear a muffled voice in her head and knew she meant business. His eyes darted to her hands, where he saw her hands curl up, readying for an attack.

Ryouji raised his arms in front of his face as she began to claw at him. A sharp needle like pain ran up his arm with each swipe of her hand. One after another, each arm took a slashing. His white shirt ripped apart as blood began to pour from the wounds. It was an intense pain that Ryouji had never felt before. He was used to being pounded by fists, not clawed by a woman who was obviously going through her menstrual cycle. He had to get away, but how? That’s when he had an idea.

’Broly,’ Ryouji sent out a telepathic message to his comrade in hopes he would hear it. Broly wasn’t very adept when it came to the matters of the mind, but perhaps he would simply do as he asked, like a subliminal message at the back of his skull, itching to get out. ’I need you to toss one of those famous energy blasts down this way.’ If it would work, Ryouji would be free and clear to go after Ian.

He was still being clawed at, but the pain was becoming dull as the endorphins in his body numbed his arms. He could see it happening, the blood flying into the air, flesh ripping from his body, it was a sight that he had never seen before. A view he was tired of looking at.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a green shimmer in the sky and closing in fast. Ryouji grinned the cockiest of grins, one that he was sure his opponent could see. Hopefully this would distract her long enough for the blast to make impact. He jumped back a few meters to increase the distance. Ryouji stuck his arm out right in front of him, his palm aimed right for his opponent’s head. A purple magic circle formed around his wrist and began spinning, charging energy into the palm of his hand. He could see the ball now, it would arrive at its destination in a matter of seconds and it was now time for Ryouji to make his move.

He gathered up as much strength in his legs and with one last smirk he jumped into the air and with a burst of purple light rocketed off into the distance right before the energy ball would have hit. It didn’t take him long to get to Ian’s old location and as he looked down into the ocean he could see the boy beneath the water, just idly standing underneath the water as the gentle waves beat against the rocks. This was unacceptable.

Ryouji changed his direction to come straight down into the water in hopes he would be able to take the man by surprise. Ryouji was expecting the water to hit his face as he delved below sea level and slow him down, but it would seem that at his speed and with the copious amount of energy surrounding him, the water simply split allowing him dry and clear passage to his opponent, almost as if he had the power of Poseidon himself.

Ryouji did not stop with that attempt though; He gathered as much strength as he could and vanished, the ocean falling back in on itself due to his lack of presence. He reappeared beside Ian to launch a surprise attack as he called upon the mystical energies of the water in an attempt to trap his foe in a barrier that he would not be able to free himself from. It was a technique he had just picked up by reversing his barrier spell and projecting on someone else, it would trap them in a bubble so that he would be free to toy with the person as he see fit.

(WC: 1151+600=1751)

Actions:
1) Block Ralia Action #3 (+10 FP) (+2 Rage)
2) Powered Flight + Rush Attack @ Izon (+7 FP) [Strength: 2,674][Agility: 2,053]
3) Speed Burst + Imprisonment Ball @ Izon (+45 FP) [Agility: 2,410]

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

This battle now has max participants. No one else may join.

Rex's Character Sheet: http://infinitedbz.wetpaint.com/page/Rex

Rex took one last puff of his cigarette before discarding it. It bounced across the ground and he took a step forward, dashing it out with his boot. The sun's harsh rays were beating down upon him and he lowered the brim of his baseball cap, shielding his eyes.

The palm sized scanner he held in his hand was beeping and chirping. Studying the data scrolling across the screen, Rex let out a low whistle. A new energy signature had arrived. This one was bigger than the last big one. Things were getting hot and heavy. Ralia was in over her head, that was for sure.

“When it rains, it sure does poor,” Rex said before tossing the device to the hooded Xeno sorcerer behind him. “Grick, go tell Master that I had to bail out Ralia. Let him know that this hit turned into the Royal Rumble. It seems everyone is after Lancaster's head, or maybe just a good fight.”

“Rex, it is not raining at all,” Grick said, it was a matter of fact.

The Xeno made a few clicking sounds as he studied the data himself. His expression could not be seen from the shadows cast by the hood, but he slipped the device into a leather pouch on his belt when he was done.

“It's a figure of—bah—just get the hell out of here, will ya?” Rex said and started walking towards the edge of the cliff. In the distance he could hear the deep rumble of explosions and the flashing of light through the clouds. It was on now.

“I shall not travel to Hell. But, I will go tell Master per your request,” the Xeno said. With a flourish of his cape, he was gone, leaving nothing behind of his former presence. Rex was always curious how he performed that trick, it was neat-o.

Rex floated off of the ground and blasted off, cutting across the sky towards the battlefield. He saw a big guy, who was facing off with a woman, and then he saw Ralia who was shredding up some kid in a leisure suit. He didn't see Lancaster anywhere, so he assumed the bastard had fled. Most rich guys were pricks and cowards anyway.

The fuckin' circus is in town.

The big guy hurled an orb of green spiritual energy at Ralia when her back was turned. Rex thought about letting it hit her, and even smiled at thought of her exploding. Ever since they slept together, she had treated him like shit. He probably shouldn't have left the next morning without saying anything, but that was his style. But, despite his sadistic thoughts, she was a comrade in arms. They both served Master, so he decided it was in his best interest to save her ass. Maybe she would pay him back later, in special favors. He hoped so.

He caught up to the ball of energy with relative ease and kicked it aside like it was a soccer ball. It flew off towards the sea, disappearing beneath the waves. He didn't bother wasting his time waiting to see if it exploded.

Instead he floated back up to where the big man and the woman were fighting. Right away he noticed the woman had a fuzzy looking belt around her waist, or was it a tail? He had killed many Saiyans in his day and most of them had worn their tails like that. He had just never seen one on Earth before.

Saiyans here? Not good. The scanner said her power signature was the highest out of all of this rabble.

“My name is Rex,” he called out. “I don't normally hit women, but you're one ugly ass monkey. Saiyans, they're all bark, no bite. They like to scream too, when you tear off their arms.”

Rex flexed his muscles, grunting as they swelled up. There was a loud shredding sound as his undershirt ripped and two extra arms popped out of his back, covered in a sticky ooze. He tested them for a moment, clenching his new fists a few times and stretched them out a bit. Ever since he had learned the technique, it had been a strange feeling to have an extra set of limbs. Lucky for Rex, the extra arms made it way easier to beat someone's face in.

A blue aura crackled around his form as he flew at Ava full steam. He began to move his arms so fast that there seemed like eight of them. They were a blur of motion around his form as he neared her. He started off with a series nine lightning fast punches, using his upper arms, each blow aimed at her head. He was hoping it would be enough to harry her, or to beat her face in so much she had a hard time seeing and breathing. Either result would please the warrior. Meanwhile, concentrated a second set of nine punches to her lower torso with his lower set of arms. The soft spot was perfect for him to mete out as much damage as he could. If he hit her hard enough, numerous times, she would probably die from ruptured organs and internal bleeding.

He just hoped the big dolt wouldn't decide to try and stop him.

Actions:

1) Flight + Block + Deflection Broly Action #3 (+1 Rage) → +15 FP
2) Flight + Activate: Shiyoken Rank 3 → +23 FP
3) Powered Flight + Hasshuken Rank 3 @ Ava (x2 Pummels; 18 total strikes with the benefit Speedy Strikes & Raining Blows feat) → +13 FP (12 with Martial Efficiency)

Effects: Shiyoken 1 / 8 actions.

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

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Ralia reveled in the glory of the blood covering her hands. She had done well to tear up the interloper. Unfortunately, she had missed his face. She would get it next time. He seemed to glance upward and she turned her head to look. A green orb of ki was headed her way, sent by the big brute.

She growled. So they were going to double team her? Cowards, the lot of them, Lancaster too.

Before the ball could get within range, it was kicked out of the way by another new arrival. She glanced up, seeing a woman fighting it out with the brute. What was it? Six people now? She frowned. Here she had been wanting to kill Lancaster herself. Now it was some sort of showdown. Master would not be pleased with her. If she had killed him with the first blow, it would have never escalated this far.

The new arrival was Rex, of course. She had been expecting the womanizing scumbag to come to her rescue at some point, even though she had told him not to. By telling him not to come, that meant he should come. Reverse psychology always worked on men, they were not much smarter than cattle anyway. It was a win-win situation for her. She gained back up and also didn't have to beg to him like some sorry hooker.

When she snapped her head back around, the boy was gone. Her eyes were fast, and she was able to track his movements. He had taken a dive beneath the waves to go after Lancaster's cowardly ass. Of course, it was swimming time. She rolled her eyes. Everyone jump in the pool!

The truth was, she really didn't want to get wet. It would mess up her hair.

She decided waiting was her best method. Both Lancaster and the boy would eventually have to surface for air. When they did, she would tear off their heads. It was simple as that.

Walking over to a nearby boulder, she plopped down and folded her legs, looking to the skies. Rex was moving for his attack. Despite his gruff nature and lack of general empathy, he was a handsome man. She enjoyed watching his four arms lash out at the woman.

Well, maybe he wasn't someone she should be looking at that way at all. The look of pure excitement in his eyes when beating a woman was concerning for Ralia.

Actions:

1) Rest → -10 FP
2) Rest → -10 Fp
3) Rest → -10 FP

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

The ocean parted as the purple haired boy that had tried to stop him from building the training center came rushing at him. Wonderful. Yet another who wants to kill me. He didn't know what the hell was going on. He didn't realize he made so many enemies so quickly. He'd have to move quicker on getting protection. How the hell did he know he was down here anyway?

The purple haired boy crashed into him, sending him through the rocks and flying back into the water. He slowed to a stop watching as Ryouji vanished. He had seen the femme fatale do the same to him twice. He wasn't dumb. He braced himself for the attack as he was in no position to evade. He was getting tired and the water certainly limiting his movements quite a bit.

The boy appeared and Ian was caught off guard as energy engulfed him. He sat there, unable to move, frozen in this state. This was bad. He raised his own energy to try and combat it, but it was no use. He was trapped.

He made a connection with Ava. They had to talk back and forth. They had to work together. And that's when he found out she was dealing with two people. The brute who Ian didn't know and someone else with four arms who had just arrived. Things were turning bad quickly.

Using her mind, he reached out to the new four armed warrior. He had to ease the pressure off of her since he wasn't able to do anything else anyway. He tried to bombard the newcomer with images of the femme fatale attacking him, the brat attacking him and the brute attacking him using his own memories and Ava's to make them realistic. His hope was to completely force him to loose concentration allowing her to focus on the brute.

The attacks were simple punches and kicks as what Cira taught him, some like him can detect energy. So each image, "premonition" he sent was a kick or a punch, or even to reach for him and pummel the crap out of him. Either way, he needed Ava free to deal with the brute.

Though now, he had to find a way to deal with the brat that had him trapped. He couldn't move. He was at his mercy. Though Ian couldn't move, he continued to use his own energy to try and break free of the barrier around him.

Actions:
Take: Rush attack +2 Rage
Take: Ryouji's 3rd action +4 Rage
Free: Ki Control- Ki up to full
Free: Psychic Powers- Create link with Ava
Free: Psychic Powers- Send images to Rex
1.Immobilized
2.Immobilized
3.Immobilized

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Ava watched as Broly bore down on her, his green ki filling the space around him, turning him a deadly and destructive bowling ball. And she was the pin he was hoping to knock down, perhaps even destroy.

She smiled. She was impressed. Since she had last met him, he had worked on his power and self restraint. Despite the fact that he still lost his temper way too easily, his had better control over it now. She wondered who he had been working with. Obviously they were evil or he would have switched sides by now. But it was not to be. Even through he was still unpredictable to a certain point, she could always count on one thing when it came to Broly. He loved a challenge, as much if not more, than she did. He was a Saiyan after all. And she was the biggest challenge for him here now.

Eve after all this analyzing at how strong he had gotten and the level of control he now had, she still might have to kill him to protect Master Lancaster. She had been ordered to. She hoped that somewhere in her heart, she had enough restraint withing herself to pull back and not kill him. He might prove useful in the future. He was after all a very powerful Saiyan, and it wouldn’t hurt to have him owe her for sparing him.

She felt another huge ki heading her way just as Broly hurled a green ki ball down to the two fighters down on the beach for some unknown reason. This new person was on the same power level base of Broly, maybe a little below him. She would have to watch herself; she was now fighting two opponents with the more or less the same power potential.

This was unexpected indeed. If she had been in her normal mindset, she would have been a little worried, but with Master Lancaster now controlling her mind, all her inhibitions had fallen away. She was no longer the Guardian of Earth, for a short time at least and thus she cared not for her soul or the impact killing would have on it. She cared only for the safety and well being of her master, and if that meant that this beach sand and ocean below would run red like the mythical story where the Nile turned to blood and poisoned the inhabitants of Egypt in ancient times, then so be it.

The new man kicked Broly’s green ki ball away from hitting another woman down on the beach that was fighting with the purple haired man. That was a woman? Wow, this battle might end up being a catfight in the last few moments. As Ava watched, the purple haired man dove into the ocean, the water parting in front of him as if he was Moses of old. He was heading towards Master Lancaster. She had to get to him now. His fatigue limit and ki pool were both running low. She feared for his life.

The new arrival then turned his attention to Ava. He flew up to her as Broly was bearing down on her. She kept an eye on both of them as Broly inched his way closer to her. She could feel the wind being displaced by his attack. He was close now, too close.

“My name is Rex,” he called out. “I don't normally hit women, but you're one ugly ass monkey. Saiyans, they're all bark, no bite. They like to scream too, when you tear off their arms.” He said, suddenly sprouting two new arms and stretching them out, before he launched towards her, swinging them manically like a drunken fool trying to stop himself from falling off his barstool and hitting the ground.

“Ava, kinda need you help down here…” Master Lancaster sent out a mental message to her.

“I’m a little busy right now…” she replied back, sending him images of both Broly and Rex advancing on her.

“I’ll help where I can.” He replied, and then he began focusing his mind bending skills of Rex.

“Arg…damn it, I don’t have time for this.” She said, watching as both of the hurled towards her, pushing deep into their ki core to get to her first.

She growled at the both of them. Obviously her power and presence here was enough to bring out the power hungery and crazed fools who thought they would be able to over run and kill her.

Not today, she smiled to herself.

She saw that Broly and Rex were both in more or less the same distance away from her, maybe Broly was a meter or two closer. She smiled, realizing that having Broly would, in all actuality, work out in her advantage. She moved into her starting potion and readied to implement her plan.

“Just a little closer…” she smiled, watching as Broly hurled towards her.
“NOW!” her gut shouted at her and she threw her arms in front of her, creating a rip in the dimension they were all fighting in.

Broly, moving at such a high speed and not having enough time or distance to stop, dove right into the hole, disappearing completely into the Dimensional Hole she had created. She smiled. Now she had him. She opened up another hole, the exit to the one she had just created, and aimed it at Rex. Broly came tearing out of the hole, as if nothing at all had happened and hit Rex directly.

She then rushed at Rex, and flitted behind him. She grabbed a hold of his two extra arms and pushed her knee hard into the middle of his back between his shoulder blades. She pulled his arms back, almost to the point where they were only hanging on by the thin bit of skin covering them. She leaned down and whispered in the handsome man’s ear.

“Monkey with no bite, hey…” she smiled, her voluptuous lips just running over the skin of his ear.
She opened her mouth wide and clenched her teeth around his ear and pulled back violently, ripping is for his skull. She spat it out and it fell down to earth.
“Scream for me Rex. I like it when they scream.” She whispered, pulling back her arms that still gripped his extra two arms tightly.
“Now, these arms are a problem…” she said, pulling back more and more.

She felt the muscle give way. That was her sign to pull harder for just one tug. With that, his two extra arms were ripped from his body, like he was nothing more than an insect having their wings or hopping legs ripped off. She stood holding the arms watching the other two, blooding dripping out of the severed limbs and dripping down onto the beach below. She hurled one at Broly, who was confused and recovering from the effects of being thrown into different dimensions. It hit him right in the head, giving him just another reason to be confused and leaving Rex’s blood splattered across his face. She let go of the other arm and dropped it to the ground. She wondered if some poor human would be hit in the head with it. She could imagine the newspapers the next day.

“Extra, Extra…It’s raining arms and ears…” she smiled, and then turned her attention back to the men.

She closed her eyes and held her hands out in front of her, palms facing each other. She pulled her ki up from her core, up her body and down her arms, and forced it out her palms. She opened her eyes and pulled her hands slowly apart from each other, creating a ki ring of golden energy. She looked up at the two men in front of her, one dripping blood from the severed arms and ear, and the other, still recovering from the dimensional hole effects, and smiled.

“Here, have donut.” She smiled, aiming the ring at the both of them.

She reached back and hurled it at them. She manipulated the ring with her hands so that it caught them both. Once she had then ensnared, she quickly slammed her hands together, and the ki ring mimicked her movement. The ring smashed the two fighters together violently, restraining them at the waist, pinning their arms to their sides. She locked the ki ring into position, making sure it was nice and tight. Maybe just a little too tight. Okay, maybe a little more that just a little too tight.

“That should hold you two for a while.” she said, and then she turned and plunged down towards the ocean where Ryouji was holding Master Lancaster captive. She ripped into the water, not worrying about her hair getting wet or anything. She just needed to get to Master Lancaster.

She saw that up ahead, the ocean had pulled away from someone powerful, their ki holding it back for the fight surely. She pushed harder and plunged into the air bubble, skidding to a stop on the ocean floor mud in front of Master Lancaster and in front of the purple haired man, between the two warring men.

“You’ll have to go through me to kill him.” she threatened the purple haired man that held Master Lancaster prisoner.
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WC - 1555
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Actions:

) Dimensinal Hole - 12 FP
) Powered Flight - 2 FP
) Grapple - 8 FP
) Galatica Donut - 22 FP
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Total - 44 FP

Ava, there are some major problems with your post and I was asked to intervene by most of the participants. A lot of it breaks the rules we have established for both RP and combat here. Allow me to explain it to you.

1) Dimensional Hole cleary states, in its description, that it augments Strikes, Pummels, and Grapples. It cannot be used to teleport yourself or anyone else. Therefore, you are hit by Broly's gigantic press.

2) You controlled both Broly and Rex in your post, even though they are not your characters. You stated that Broly simply flew into the Dimensional Hole and into Rex's path of punches. For one, Rex was targeting you with his punches, not the air. And, you can't choose what Broly would do. You can attempt to do things to his character, but that is as far as you can go with it. He must get the chance to write his own reaction. Even if the dimensional hole was some how big enough for him to fit though, he might have evaded going through it?

3) Next, you Auto-Hit Rex with your grapple attempt. You can only attempt to grab him, it is up to him to write his response. He might defend against it. And, you ripped off his arms, which is not only an Auto-Hit, but with that you just Power Gamed terribly.

4) You bit Rex's ear off, which was not listed in your actions. You Auto-Hit with this as well. You have to ATTEMPT things on people.

5) You controlled Broly's character again by stating that he was recovering from something. You have no idea what Broly would do with his character in this instance. please do not write something that he should have written for himself.

6) You Auto-Hit two targets with Galactica Donut. I've already explained to you what Auto-Hitting is, so there's no need to elaborate again.

We take power gaming seriously here at IDBZ, and even though you are the sites highest member we must set an example. There are consequences, therefore: You are hit by the actions taken against you and also your actions against your opponents are null and void

Another large power level had arrived on the battlefield. As the Saiyan's body swept forward in an elaborate flying motion, he questioned how exactly they had all been attracted to the battle field? Broly had sensed the power excreted by the weaker woman, down below. However it appeared that by the direction he was headed, the new arrival was headed toward Ava's figure. Had she survived his attack then? Grunting as his energy began to dissipate in the air, Broly slowly began to turn and face the battle field in an attempt to survey the situation. Though he was primarily one who battled on instinct, he would do better if he gained a handle on things. These warriors were all of tremendous power and all of them were determined to flatten each other into dust. Unfortunately, it appeared that only most of them were going to be his target. He would have loved to deal with all of them at once. Fighting against a crowd of powerful warriors was something that he lived for. It wasn't as though he was new to being outnumbered.

He was only outnumbered, not necessarily outgunned too. As the energy that had been raging around his body restricted itself to his figure, Broly pondered on where the female had gone. He had lost track of her for a moment in his haste to crush the Saiyan female who had given him so much trouble before. He could not blame himself though; defeating her would make him the strongest Saiyan on the Planet. Hell, probably the strongest in the Galaxy. It wasn't as though their race was very far spread toward Earth, and because of Broly's natural drive he was already probably stronger than most. Ava herself was far above Saiyan Standard. Wouldn't anybody lose track of a peon in the presence of giants like the human arrival and himself? Insects were little but bothersome anyway; they were barely worth the time it took to smash them into tiny little pieces. That wasn't to say that destroying them wouldn't bring satisfaction, however.

Broly could simply never find enough from them. Killing them was like eating a cracker; not very filling, nor very tasty. Killing the strong could best be described as eating a gigantic steak; filling and delicious in most respects. That wasn't to say his appetite for destruction was satiable, though. Broly could go through as many courses of the pain and suffering of as many people as he wanted, but it would never be enough. Those who didn't understand called him foolish, overly ambitious. Needless to say, there was a solid reason that they failed to exist anymore. Namely, they had pissed him off. Those who failed to understand him were the nearly same as those who were too weak to challenge him, and they often proved to fit both classifications. They tended to be doctors, healers, mind-workers. They also tended to be fucking dead. That was a common byproduct of crossing Broly, ending up with your body strewn about in some crater on the planet you were birthed upon. It wasn't as though the situation could be helped-- if you pissed him off, you pissed him off.

As it appeared, the woman had apparently sneaked off to rest somewhere. He could not blame her for such a lazy, useless, and utterly unproductive action. He probably would have run away as well, if he could have felt his own power level. Grinning as his body slowly began to descend, Broly once more prepared himself for attack. He had continued flying until he was at a point in the air behind the woman, and barely close enough to watch Ava and Rex duke it out. From what their signatures suggested, Rex currently held the edge. At the very least, he was certainly utilizing energy for something. If it wasn't to deal damage to the woman, he could only imagine it to be utilized in the effort of fucking off or some other task that would accomplish him about the same results. What was it with these two and being completely the opposite of useful? Whatever it was that made them that way, they were certainly skilled in the field of counter-productivity.

As Broly descended toward the female warrior from behind, he cocked his right hand at his waist. Energy began to accumulate in his palm, shaped by a set of moving fingers. Glittering green light was illuminating the inside of his hand, painting a comparatively darkened portrait of the man who was preparing to release it to the world. He was trying hard to suppress the laughter that was struggling to escape between his lips, fighting his hardest to keep it from emerging. He could only imagine the look on this woman's face when she was overcome with the energy that he had created. Glancing down at his palm briefly to assess the amount of energy within it, Broly found himself pleased. The blast was growing to fit his hand and was currently battling to encompass the whole thing. Thankfully, Broly knew how to restrain his power now. Before, it would have already been thrown, so as to get rid of it before he failed to contain it. Now? He was able to mold it to whatever shape he pleased, not that it was easy for him.

He could still feel it struggling against his fingertips, itching to be released. As Broly reached a reasonable range to the woman, he suddenly whipped his arm forward from the side, letting the blast loose toward Ralia's position on the rock. With any luck, she'd be dead by the time it detonated; oh boy, would it detonate. The Blaster Shell's explosion was often fatal, and extremely large. Certainly it'd be seen from above without any difficulty. He just wondered if the boy would be able to feel it's rumbling below, shaking whatever hidey-hole he had taken residence in. After all, there was no way a human would have been able to hold their breath down there. Especially when pursuing another through the sea; swimming took effort and for some was insanely hard to do. Thankfully, Broly knew how to swim. The memory of learning such a task however, was best saved for another time. A time when he wasn't engaged in battle with several other high powered warriors.

"Feel pain, insect! Feel dread and fear!"

WC: 1,092
TWC: 2,950

Actions:
1.Rest (-10 FP)
2.Rest (-10 FP)
3.Blaster Shell @ Ralia (+45 FP)

Spoiler:

It had worked. The special technique he had learned in the Realm of Magic suited his needs well. It imprisoned his foe for a time as it gathered energy from the area and then, like a ticking time bomb, it would explode dealing a significant amount of damage to the occupant inside. It was the perfect technique. Luckily, while in the Realm of Magic, Ryouji had also learned that the water in his world was the most magical of any element in all of existence. Able to bring life to the farthest reaches of the Earth, water held powerful magic which allowed Ryouji to forego his magic circles when performing the technique in the water. This had one drawback, he was now wet.

Ryouji didn’t like to be wet and now he was completely submerged underwater, floating beside a man trapped inside a purple bubble. It was amusing to the boy to see his adversary struggle to break free. It was a sensation that he enjoyed greatly and it was at that very moment that the young lad, who struggled with friendship for so long, could really connect with another person. He knew now what Broly felt as he crushed his enemies and watched them squirm. It felt good, almost intoxicatingly so.

With a grin on his face, Ryouji drew back his fist. A bright purple glow surrounded his fists and forearms. Unlike Broly, he did not attain his incredible strength through plain old muscle building. He was able to make up for his lack of strength by embedding magic within his muscles, strengthening each strand of tissue a hundred fold. This allowed him to punch harder, run faster and think quicker.

With a thrust of his arm forward, he hit the ball of purple energy as hard as he could. The orb vibrated as his fist collided with it sending shockwaves throughout the water. The ripples under the water tickled his nose a bit as he followed suit with another punch. The shockwave this time much larger as the ball was sent up, closer to the water’s surface. Again, Ryouji punched the ball clearing it from the water. He slowly rose with the ball as he continued to pummel it with every ounce of strength he could muster.

Once he and the trapped businessman were high enough in the air, Ryouji stopped to take a look around. He could see a new man had entered the fight, this time picking a fight with Ava while the woman he had encountered before was sitting idly by on a large rock in the middle of the beach. Broly was behind her a fair distance away, with a fist that was glowing green. Ryouji knew what that attack was, he saw it once before, and if it were to detonate anywhere near Ralia, she would have been a goner for sure.

“Looks as though everyone has their opponent, eh Lancaster,” Ryouji chuckled as he tapped on the orb a few times, like a boy does to a fish tank.

Ryouji stuck out his hand and with a flash of purple light, a small vile with an iridescent liquid inside appeared in the palm of his hand. He raised the vle to his lips and with a cringe on his face took a swig of the elixir. It was a vile tasting thing, but somehow it always seemed to reinvigorate him. Tossing the bottle into the ocean, Ryouji turned his gaze back to Ian, who stood helpless in the orb.

“I believe your date is still waiting for you.” Ryouji grinned as he slowly floated backward. “You shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

With a burst of speed the purple haired youth rushed the orb and struck it with an incredible force, sending it flying toward the beach, right at Ralia.

He knew that he didn’t have much time before the sphere would explode so he needed to quickly prepare his next wave of attacks. Ryouji closed his eyes and spread his arms. Three violet circles appeared behind him. They were each as large as he was and joined at a similar point, linked together like a van diagram. Though the circles looked similar, the designs and symbols were different for each one.

“Through the first gate of the Realm of Magic I summon the beast of the divine, Chiyu”

One at a time each circle lit up with a purple aura, setting the sky ablaze with a violet flame. With a bright white light that emerged from the origin of the linked circles, a figure appeared. She was clad in a white dress with purple hair, similar to that of Ryouji. She had large white feathery wings strapped to her back and her eyes like purple gemstones glistening in the sun glanced around the battlefield taking in the sights of a new realm.

“Devine one,” Ryouji called out in a tone of authority he rarely used. “I ask you to aid us in this battle, for it will be by our righteousness that we will win this battle.”

Chiyu simply nodded in agreement. She didn’t speak. Even when he had first met her in the Realm of Magic she did not speak. He simply knew what she wanted, not through telepathy, but through some other mysterious force, he just knew.

“Devine one, I ask for your gift.”

With those words, a bright white light surrounded the boy as the angel like apparition floated above him. He could feel the wounds on his arms repairing themselves. The sting from the salty water faded way as the wounds closed up and slowly vanished altogether, leaving behind no trace of their existence. He felt refreshed and ready for combat once again.

Though his summon had healed most of his wounds he was still wet. Ryouji brought his arm forward with his palm facing Ian’s and Ralia’s position. Slowly, and without a magic circle, a small orb of purple energy formed just off his palm. The magic within the water that his clothes had absorbed fed the energy ball and his clothes began to dry.

“Easy enough,” Ryouji sneered as he was now bone dry. “Now you die Ian Lancaster.”

And with those final words, the boy tossed the energy he had gathered at the businessman and the mysterious woman. If it had hit, great; if not, at least he was dry.

(WC: 1064+1751=2815)

Actions:
Free 1) Pummel @ Izon (+5 FP)
Free 2) Use Magic Elixir (-25 FP)(+15 Fatigue Limit)
Free 3) Rush Attack @ Izon (+5 FP)
1) Summon Chiyu (+25 FP)
2) Rest (-10 FP)
3) Ki Ball @ Izon (+15 FP)

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

++++CHIYU++++

Actions:
1) Restoration @ Ryouji (-15 FP)(-20 MP)
2) Nothing

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

Maybe Rex was a sadistic bastard. No, he certainly was. Each time one of his four fists made solid contact with the Saiyan woman, he felt his excitement building. The thwaping sound was like the soothing patter of rain on a metal roof, except it was his fists raining down on her smug face. He had killed many Saiyans while under the direct command of Master, yet never had it been so sweet as this.

However, his excitement was short lived when he discovered the big man had disappaered. He didn't bother with the Saiyan woman anymore, as she was probably dead anyway after that royal beat down.

Both of his blue eyes darted around the battlefield until he spotted the brute casually drifting down near Ralia. The woman was sitting on her ass. Rex almost gave himself a four-armed face-palm at the sight. Of course she was sitting on her ass, what else would she have been doing in the middle of a fight? Did she think just because he arrived that it suddenly meant it was break time. He wasn't here to take on five people all by his lonesome, was he?

“Ralia!” he shouted. “Get off your ass!”

She cocked her head up, making eye contact with him. Right before that, the big man had hurled a super condensed orb of emerald ki at her. Even though Rex knew it wasn't going to be good, he couldn't look away.. There was no saving her now, but he sure has hell would enjoy watching her inevitable death.

The entire shore exploded, bathed in a creepy emerald glow. It was like looking directly into the sun. Rex veered his eyes away just enough so his retinas didn't burn. When the light receded it was replaced with a massive pillar of black ash and smoke which rose up to the heavens.

A second explosion rocked the same area, dispersing the cloud with another shock wave. Rex had no clue where this one came from. However, if there were anything left to Ralia after the first one, it was gone now. Looking down, he could see there was no beach or shoreline anymore, just a sunken crater filling with sea water. Through the haze and dust, he couldn't make out the figure of the big man, who had been his next target.

But, instead he saw a purple haired boy working some sort of magic spell. It reminded him of one of Grick's spells, but this one was far bigger and a lot fancier. A a trio of runic circles and violet flames lit up the sky. From their center emerged an angelic being. Light shimmered and refracted off of the length of its body. It was like nothing he had ever seen before.

Just who the hell are these guys? He wondered.

He knew enough from Master's and Grick's endless babble, that with magic like this, it was always linked to the magician. He didn't want to know what sort of havoc a celestial being like that could wreck, so he decided it was best to end the summoner and ask questions later. Typically, when the summoner died, the magic linking the two beings would dissipate, sending it back to whatever inter-dimensional hole it crawled out of.

He hated magic. A lot.

A blue-white aura wrapped around his body and he crossed the gap within no time. Sure, he wasn't nearly as fast as Ralia would have been, but he had enough speed to make it count. Rex banked hard, cutting a line across the sea, which sprayed in his wake. Once in front of the purple haired fellow, a grin spread across his gruff face.

“What's up kid? Nice fairy you got there.”

At the last second, Rex's aura of spiritual energy became a searing ball flames. His muscles bulged on all four arms, and both legs, making a sort of sickening pop. Bearing down upon the kid, he threw barrage of flaming punches at him. Each punch roared as the inferno surrounding him thirsted for oxygen. He held nothing back, each punch aimed to kill or maim his opponent. His four arms worked like the four pistons in a car, when one retracted, another came down at the boy's gut.

Even after eighteen burning hot punches, Rex didn't relent his bombardment. He kept up, like a machine gun with a full clip, but decided to switch up his target area. Sure, it was a smaller area to attack, but he really loved punching someone in the face, so his next series burning hell was aimed there. He just hoped to see blood, snot, and spittle flying. Maybe he would hit the kid so many times that his head would simply fall of.

Wow, he liked that thought, so he punched with even more gusto, smiling the whole time.

Finished with his attempt to use the boy's head as a punching bag, Rex darted around him, his aura generating an audible whirring sound as it guzzled down more air. A third volley of flaming punches was concentrated on the boy's lower back.

There was hell to pay for messing with the Organization's goals. These guys came out of left field. Some how they had known Ian Lancaster and were after his head. Well, they made themselves the wrong set of enemies. Even if Rex didn't win, there were others, and Master was relentless when pursuing a goal. '

Actions

1) Powered Flight + Flaming Aura Rank 3 + Hasshuken Rank 3 [Str: 7,250 Agi: 4,000] (18 Strikes) @ Ryouji → +25 FP (+24 with Martial Efficiency)
2) Flight + Flaming Aura Rank 3 + Hasshuken Rank 3 [Str: 7,250 Agi: 4,000] (18 Strikes) @ Ryouji → +23 FP (+22 with Martial Efficiency)
3) Flight + Flaming Aura Rank 3 + Hasshuken Rank 2 [Str: 7,250 Agi: 4,000] (18 Strikes) @ Ryouji → +23 FP (+22 with Martial Efficiency)

54 flaming strike combo!

Effects: Shiyoken 4 / 8 actions.

OOC: Ralia is dead.

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

The next few seconds were a blur to Ian. He was focused on trying to break free of prison he was in as well as sending images to the new comer. Though he wondered how useless it was. His connection to Ava shattered which also cut off the link to the new comer. This wasn't good. At this rate he knew he was gonna die. He had to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible.

He felt the strikes from his retainer. The words from his lips were mumbles in his ears. He stayed there, eyes closed, fighting against the anger that was building along with the hopelessness. He was Ian fucking Lancaster. This was beneath him. His body ached from the constant beatings. He was also quickly tiring out. How the hell did this happen? Was it because of the dragon balls? No! They didn't even chase the dragon ball! They were after him, but why?

He felt a final strike as he rushed through the air. The prison had weakened from the strike, he could feel it. The ball struck the ground and erupted. He could see the energy being released around him as his own energy fought against it. Smoke and dirt swirled around him in a furious flurry. He was unharmed by the blast itself, but he felt his body was starting to give out. His ribs were bruised, maybe one broken. His hand bled from the cut that the femme fatale. His damage seemed to be to his torso, which made it so much better. He didn't have to deal with black eyes or broken noses. Though a battered torso is hardly any better.

Ian's fists tightened as he channeled the energy. His aura exploded, forcing the cloud that hung around him to disperse in every direction. He looked at his enemy with a smirk. The boy launched another attack, this time he was playing in his field. He let him get the jump on him before, but now he was back. Tired and sore, but back. One thing Ian caught about him was, he had help aside from the brute and the others.

The ball of energy rushed at him and Ian pulled his own left arm back. The energy from the cut flowed quicker which intrigued Ian. It was actually a little harder to put a cork in it. He launched his own energy ball which rushed to meet the brat's. They collided and erupted in a flash of brilliant light as Ian vanished, using the blinding light to cover himself.

Ian appeared behind Ryouji unleashing a hell storm of energy from fifty feet away. He unleashed the deadly rain upon the brat who dared to come up against him. He could feel himself nearing his limit. He was finding it harder to focus. He had to end this here and now. He'd need to run or take a breather after this, if he could.

Actions:
Take: Ryouji Free Action 1 +2 rage
Take: Ryouji Free Action 3 +2 Rage
Free: Break free of Imprisonment ball (ki=4657)
1. Power Up +18fp
2. Powered Up + Negate w/ Ki Ball +10fp (Ki=5588)
3. Powered Up + Speed Burst + Renzouku kikou Dan Rank 3 +35fp (Ki=6259, Agility=1350)

Battle Tracker:

Spoiler:

After the pummelling that Rex and Broly had given her, somehow Ava had ended up on the beach down below. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around to see what was happening. She must have blacked out from the force of the Gigantic Press Broly had applied. She was lying in a crater that had formed around her in the soft beach sand. She must have it hit it hard. She reached out and grasped the sand in her hand. This was not the place she wanted to die.

Suddenly, a green light filled the sky. It flooded out the yellow sun and it looked like a nightlight in the middle of the darkness it was so bright. She didn’t know how close the attack had come, or who was throwing the attack, all she new was it was powerful and she needed to shield herself. She felt the wind pick up as the blast rushed towards her. She rolled over onto her side and curled up into a foetal position, hoping it would be enough. Because of the crater, all the ki that rolled her way seemed to just role over and skim the rim of the impact crater she was laying in. Ss the dull hum and whistle of the attack wore off, she thought it was safe.

But just as she lifted her head to check, there was another blast. This time purple. It ripped towards her again and she hunched down low and closed her eyes, trying to keep the sand out. If she was going to carry on fighting, she would need her eyesight. When the dull hum faded yet again, she didn’t want to look up at all. Maybe she would be better off they all thought she was dead. Then maybe she could sneak off and pretend this never happened. If only Lancaster would release her from his hold, then that would have been possible. But he was looking out for his own skin and she figured he didn’t really care if she died. She was nothing but a pawn anyway.

She scraped up her courage and looked up out the hole to see a thick black pillar of smoke scarring the blue sky, emanating from the rocks where the other woman had been sitting just a few… well, Ava didn’t know how long she had been out for. Either way, that woman was now dead, her ki signature was no where to be felt. Ava saw a huge silhouette as the smoke began to fade. Then she saw who had killed the woman.

Broly. Of course Broly, who else would be capable of such brutality? Well, that was one less person who wanted to kill her now, at least. But she still had to deal with the other three. She didn’t know if she wanted to. During her little pass out session, she had lost just over 18 % of her power. And she hadn’t even thrown a single punch yet. She was still the strongest on the battle field, but now she had lost the element of surprise and a large chunk of power for nothing. As she moved to lift herself out of the sand, she felt her thigh bone crunch under her weight. Broly must have broken it in his rush attack. If she was going to carry on fighting, she would need to do it in the air. She screamed and lay back down on the sand. This was not a good idea, as the sea started rushing into her crater. She had to get out quickly.

Using her ki, she lifted herself up out of the sand just as it filled with water. She panned her eyes across the battle ground.

Broly was still there, unfortunately, but Rex had taken off after the purple haired man. She didn’t know where Lancaster was, but she could feel that he was still clinging onto life… somewhere…

She smiled.

Now it was just her and Broly.

He had underestimated her for the last time.

She hovered just over the sand and water as it gushed in from the ocean, her broken leg dangling pathetically. She felt the rage storm up from inside her. She had hoped to avoid killing him, but enough was enough. She began to pull a huge amount of ki up out of her ki pool. She was going to be sure to put this rabid beast down now, while she still could.

She felt the hot ki running in her veins like lava, slowly melting its way up her torso, down her arms and into her palms. This was going to be the first time she used such a hugely powerful attack. Somewhere deep in her soul, she enjoyed the thought of using with such and overwhelming amount of power. At this point, she didn’t care who got hurt in the process. She just wanted Broly neutralized, so he could hurt no one else.

She closed her eyes and breathed in deep. She had to focus now. After mediating for a few seconds, her eyes shot open and she drew her hands off to her side, in a cupped position.

“Ka…me…” she whispered.

The ki exploded through her skin, forming a white ki ball in her cupped hands. The light shone through her fingers, rippling and dancing in the rushing see water.

She powered up, pulling as much ki into her attack as she could. Her white aura began to glow around her, growing stronger and stronger and pulsing brighter as she refused to let Broly hurt or kill anyone. Friend or foe. She refused to lose and give up. The water began to repel away from her as she pulled more and more power.

“Ha…me…” she said a little louder.

She didn’t care if Broly could hear her or not. The immense power in her hands right now left little chance for a sneak attack. The ball expanded rapidly in her hands as it charged up to final power. The water repelled more and more away from her as she pushed deeper into her core, creating a little rainstorm that was raining down onto her, running down her skin and evaporating in the glow and radiant heat of her ki ball.

“HA!” she shouted out with so much ferocity it would make a tiger crawl away and hide.

Ferocity only capable by a scorned female Saiyan looking for blood.

She thrust her hands forward, aiming the gigantic ki wave right at Broly.

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WC - 1088
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1) Power up - +12 FP
2 + 3) Ultimate Kamehameha R3 @ Broly – +66 FP (2004 Ki (40% Ki) + 1322(66% attack ki boost) + 1481 strength + 1002 Ki = 4328 Ki and +1481 strength
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Total FP Cal.
44 + 12 + 66 = 122 FP/243 FP
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Rage Cal.
4 (Gigantic Press) + 2 (Hasshuken) + 2 (imprisonment ball on Izon) + 4 (2x2 Pummel)
= 10/37
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