[Saga] Witness the Beautiful Chaos! (Open)

[Ethan Snow]

With his power raging at it's maximum, the shirtless teen standing in the deserted city street gazed up into the clearing steamy fog and spotted his quarry, although the green haired alien wasn't exactly as the teen recalled from moments prior. He didn't exactly have time to judge exactly how much larger the alien had gotten by studying the now even more ridiculously tight armor, as this Zarbon character was still on the attack, not giving them time to rest. The alien pressed forward with a knee towards Ethar's stomach and was for the moment ignoring, or at least seemed to be ignoring Ethan, which gave the boy an angle to exploit. Leaping into the air and summoning his board, the boy road upwards as high speed, his intention to use Ethar's distraction to swoop in under the alien and punch him with all of his collected momentum and strength, right where the sun don't shine. It was a dirty move yes, but then again this guy was trying to not only kill them but likely everyone else in the city, so as far as Ethan was concerned it was fair. As he was closing though Ethan didn't get a chance to execute his plan though as Zarbon got some distance and then started to rain down a torrent of energy blasts.

"Ah crap..." Ethan cursed under his breath and reacted quickly, switching to a strategy he'd used minutes earlier. Tilting his board so that the underside faced towards the alien, the blue haired teen laid flat on it's upper surface, shielded from the blasts as they rained down on him. He did have to reach up over his head to hold onto the board with his hands, which stung from the energy washing over them and had to likewise grip the other end of the board with his feet, all in order to remain in contact and control of it what the immaterial construct rocketed him higher into the sky. The plan wasn't exactly without it's flaws though thanks to haven't not had time to be properly executed, so the teen's body was literally stretched backwards, his gaze turned up from his perspective to try and see where his was going and steer his trajectory towards the attacker. The intention was to shield bash Zarbon once more and force some distance between him and Ethar. If he could do that he could take the heat off of the other young man and allow him to fight at range, some Ethan was not capable of in any measure.

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar, much to Zarbons dismay, wasnt much of a talker in this fight since he knew what he was dealing with, and quickly moved to finish Zarbon off while he was talking.

However since Zarbon instantly transformed, his energy blade hit Zarbon, but shattered when it hit him, due to the power difference. the monster followed up with a disabling knee to his gut, and sent Ethar flying away.

Crashing on the ground, Ethar slowly skidded to  a stop at the foot of a tall building when he looked up and saw Zarbon fired barrage after barrage of ki blasts at both him and Ethan. Ethan was lucky enough to use his board as a shield, however Ethar wasnt so lucky. For as soon as he had gotten to his feet, he had little to no time to dodge the blasts. So he shielded his face with his arms and felt the blasts hit him head on. He could feel the blasts ripping at his skin, right through his enchanted homemade armor. "Naaagh!" Ethar grunted as the attack seemed to stop.

When teh smoke cleared, Ethar didnt look like he was in a good shape at all. His arms looked like they have been flayed with a meat cleaver. He slowly lowered his arms once it was safe, but he was in pain while his natural healing ability started up. Of course, if Zarbon were to use his scouter to see just how extensive the damage was, he would see that his body was already healing faster at a normal rate then Humans or Saiyans could. But due to the severity of Ethars injuries, it would take quite a while before the new injuries were healed.

It was then Ethar's keen hearing heard cracking and crumbling behind him. "WATCH OUT!" He yelled at Ethan, as there were a pair of tall buildings falling towards them. He didnt know what Ethan was going to do, but as Ethar grew more angry, his vision became a bit blurry as his blue eyes steadily turned to a purple hue. His blood lust was starting to kick in.

Quickly bolting into the air, Ethar flew to the fulcrum of the toppling building, and pushed up against it with all his might. The building crumbled around the new impact force as Ethar actually started to lift up the building. "Grrrraaaaaaaaah!" He screamed, as teh remains of his armor started to crack under the itnense weight/strain of lifting a building. One would only guess what was happening to the bones and muscles in Ethars body from lifting such a massive object.

"DIE ZARBON! SAY HELLO TO DODORIA FOR ME!" He yelled, as Ethar actually threw the entire building at Zarbon with everything he had. And it was at that moment, Even Ethan would hear a gut wrenching crack come out from Ethars body....

[Celeh]

While the three were busy duking it out, the duo trying to put away the now monstrous Zarbon, a fourth fighter had arrived on the scene. For the first time since being revived, the saiyan soldier had made an appearance in combat. She drew breath deeper than before, and faster than lightening. Her polished armor glistened as her energy began to surge forth. It started at her feet, like a rising tide, and began to wash down, then up, in, then out. The waves of her energy crested and receded with her breathing. This process continued steadily as she extended both arms forward, fingertips all slightly spaced from one another.

While they were fighting, she would prepare an all out assault. She could tell that the monstrous Zarbon's power was far beyond her own, and so only a fully charged Nova Scattershot would be able to put him away. It was her offense and her defense in this case. She had no doubts that, if he could sense energy, he'd notice her charging an attack. And the risk would be too great for him to ignore it. She might not be as strong as him normally, but she knew she could put some serious hurt on him if she was able to reach the pinnacle of her power with a fully charged attack.

She'd been watching the fight for a few moments, and it was clear to see that these two...earthlings? No, the energy she sensed from one of them definitely wasn't reminiscent of an Earthling...but regardless...they were trying to fend off an attacker against the city. That's all she needed to know. Justice was on their side, and so she would be their ally, as well. Celeh's fingertips began to glow as she focused a large amount of her energy on them. Small beads began to form at her fingertips, the energy being filtered into those beads and then compacted upon itself again and again.

This was only the beginning. The Saiyan was full powered, charging, and prepared for the worst. If Zarbon caught wind of her plan early, she'd unleash her attack and put some distance between him and her. If he didn't, she was free to charge and prepare a devastating assault.


(OOC: Full Power(PL 67,000)
Nova Scattershot Charge 1

Am I moving too fast? Appearing and then charging immediately? Is it too much?)

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Thread Power Level: 27,000 PL

Techniques Used: Hair Control

While the heroes of this story traded blows with the monster called Zarbon a petite woman, easily mistaken for a little girl due to her short stature, stepped onto the scene. She wore her usual black spandex with a white vest over top it and had on a pair of high heeled boots. Wrapped around her waist was a fine golden belt with a sapphire in it and on her face a big grin. She sauntered onto the battlefield as though nothing was wrong and watched from afar as Ethar lifted an entire building and threw it at Zarbon in a fit of rage.

"My... My..." she muttered to herself, "That's something you don't see everyday." She was not far from the armored Saiyan Celeh, almost directly behind her by no more then 40 feet, and though she could not sense her energy she could see her straining with her fingertips and hands out and also noticed a slight aura of energy begin to surge from her feet into her hands. The woman quickly walked over to but then stopped 5 feet into her pace.

"I should take the opportunity to capitalize on this," she was an evil woman after all and she now felt by moving from where she was even in the slightest Celeh was someone who could potentially see her or hear her. She decided to not move anymore with her legs and now surged her pink energy into her red hair firing off at least ten strands in Celeh's direction. She didn't care what happened only that she might cause chaos in a potentially clear victory. She didn't know the opponents she was to face nor their reason for fighting but all she wanted was to make sure they suffered more.

OOC: I have not participated in a real anime style battle in what's felt like years. Seriously, every anime based RPG I've recently joined never gets into doing any actions scenes to the extent I want to so bear with me. Hopefully I have done okay.

[Ohkara Minamaru]

Seeing as we have new “victims”, the posting order and power-locks shall be re-established:

Ethan:
Base PL: 41,478
X2: 82,956

Ethar:
Base PL: 40,571
X2: 81,142

Celeh:
Base PL: 33,500
Oozaru: 167,000

Rascal:
Base PL: 27,000
X2: 54,000

Zarbon:
Base PL: 42,000
Transformation: 126,000


(Again here, just as a reminder: this is a SAGA thread, therefore DEATH IS PERMITTED. This not only includes NPC versus player, but player versus player death as well. With that out of the way, just keep things fair, and have fun guys!)

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Zarbon was definitely beginning to enjoy himself; a challenge such as this was not something that the alien came across very often. As he fired a barrage of powerful ki blasts at his targets, each of them reacted differently. The blue-haired fellow was found once again using his board for a shield, barreling towards the pale-blue alien at impressive speeds. The brown-haired man, however was caught in the fire, and took the full damage.

As the pink blasts connected with the buildings behind the hybrid, they collapsed sending a huge chunk of debris loose upon him. Again, the brown-haired man acted bluntly; rising to the air to catch the falling building.

His attention split between the two attackers, Zarbon was forced to make a call; would he set his sights on the advancing blue-haired man, or would he focus on the man who was fighting with the skyscraper? The first of his options was the obvious choice; and thankfully having his scouter would keep him from ever being truly blind to anyone. Eyes narrowing, Zarbon reared a foot back, his speed still much higher in comparison to the young teen.

Firing a foot at the center of the boy’s board, he would attempt to kick the surfer backwards; coincidentally just as the second man flung the skyscraper. Eyes widening, this was something the experienced alien hadn’t expected. The building was on him in seconds, the twisted hunk of glass and steel smashing against his hardened body. The alien only had a split-second to brace himself against the harsh impact, and even then it was still painful.

His armor shredded against the debris of the building, his skin tearing against the impact; however this was still nothing compared to the worst the beautiful monster had faced in his past. Within the chaos there was a blip on his scouter, but it only lasted long enough for the alien to see two new energy signatures had arrived on scene; the blue scouter torn to shreds along with his high-class garb. Face twisting into a crazed smirk, the alien’s fist clenched into fists; arms shooting back behind him, a powerful, ground shaking roar exploding from him, Zarbon’s pink ki burst forward with it, devouring the building with a blinding light.

The initial explosion would radiate outwards, licking at a few more surrounding buildings; even the shockwave was enough to crumble a few of the taller ones. But the moment would not last long; the pink light fading to reveal a nearly naked, panting monster with a crazy look in his eyes. Quickly scanning his surroundings, he’d locate his two opponents- the other two would have to wait for now, their intentions and whereabouts currently unknown to him. Hopefully this wouldn’t be something that came back to bite him later.

Now that his scouter was gone, the alien was at a true disadvantage; his attention would truly need to be split. And the only solution was to finish one of his attackers off. The obvious choice at the moment was the brown-haired man, who was in much rougher shape than his comrade. Eyes narrowing on his choice, Zarbon set forward at the maximum of his speed. Drawing a hand back, he readied yet another of his signature moves: something he’d dubbed the Bloody Dance. Upon nearing the man, the monster would release a mighty uppercut punch, aimed to send him into the air. From there with an impressive combination of speed and brute force, he would follow and fire yet another barrage of fists towards him. A set of six punches, and four kicks in a brutal unorganized frenzy, each aimed at vital points: kidneys, temples, liver, and even one to the groin- all was fair in war. As the last of attacks was fired off, Zarbon’s foot would hastily rear up in the air above the man’s head, and in an ax-kick fashion release with the intention of sending the man flying back into the concrete below.

Driven to prove the duo had made a fatal mistake in not surrendering, and making the normally beautiful alien resort to using his monster form, it was not hard to see he was now angered. Regardless of the results of his barrage, the alien would ready himself for yet another attack; this time one that would likely come from the blue-haired man. Having ignored him to deal with Ethar, it would be nothing short of a miracle if the teen hadn’t taken advantage of the situation and prepared something.

However, regardless of what happened next, Zarbon was still confident; as long as he kept the two separate, and the two newcomers stayed out of the way, he still had the advantage, at least in terms of sheer power. Still though, this was a war he was waging, and he stayed well aware that any second the tides could turn- and that knowledge coupled with the two phantom strangers somewhere in the distance undoubtedly made even the experienced alien nervous.

[Ethan Snow]

Hanging onto his board as he careened through Zarbon’s barrage of energy blasts, Ethan did his best to try and keep track of the invader however things were moving much too fast now. Between the energy blasts, shattering buildings and Ethar’s own reaction to the attacker’s onslaught, the shirtless teen could no longer keep up with the fight in his current position. One moment he was on course, ready to plow over the blue skinned alien, the next moment that same alien had kicked his board, altering Ethan’s course significantly. The teen went tumbling off at almost a perpendicular angle to his previous flight path and was astonished to see as he rotated, a building, mostly intact, hurtle by on what would have been a direct collision course. Zarbon, whether he liked to or not, had inadvertently saved Ethan from getting hit with that building. The boy really didn’t know or care where the building came from, he didn’t have time, and if it was friendly fire, so be it, he wasn’t as reckless but couldn’t say the same for his ally.

Speaking of allies, as the boy stabilized himself, he caught sight of all strange things, a woman standing in full Saiyan armor in one of the deserted streets below. Ethan had only a moment to register her presence, though it was by choice since he had bigger fish to fry then a holdback from the Saiyan war. Turning back to track Zarbon’s movements, Ethan remounted his board properly and directed his concentration and energy to work. He’d performed this fete once before in defense of Central City and would do so again, however this time, instead of a defensive shield, Ethan intended to weaponize the great supply of water he had available to him from the local fire hydrants.

Casting his arms out to the sides and starting to glide higher into the sky, the ground under Ethan would rumble for a few moments as the city’s water pressure spiked to levels the mains could barely contain. Then one by one, hydrant after hydrant blew right off the sidewalk, propelled into the air by the immense water pressure they had been bottling up. The water though did not just spray into the air and fall back to Earth. Instead the individual sprays of water, four in total for now, coalesced into four twisting and writing tendrils of clear liquid. With Ethar being rather savagely attacked now, Ethan could not afford to wait and gather more. Gathering the water he had, Ethan lashed out with his hydrokinesis, sending the first of the tendrils in to smash Zarbon to the side, making a corresponding slashing motion with his left arm. Continuing to act quickly, Ethan would whip the second tendril around using a motion from his left arm, intending to smack Zarbon from the opposite direction and reverse his flight, essentially staring a game of aerial ping pong with the alien as the ball. With hope the manipulated and semi plasticized water would be hard enough to hurt the alien.

Ethar though was also on Ethan’s mind and doing his best to control all four of the tendrils, Ethan put the third into motion intending to use the watery appendage to snatch Ethar out of the air and hurl him away from Zarbon in a globule of liquid. The fourth tendril, and at this point things were getting difficult to coordinate, started to broaden into the general shape of a catcher’s mitt. Ethar may or may have still been able to propel himself, but Ethan was determined to get him away from the attacker in as gentle a way as possible while he pressed a distracting attack to keep Zarbon busy.

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar was about to make an attempt to avoid the monster that was coming at him after his building attack hit its marker. Zarbon was heavily injured now, and did not have his scouter anymore, allowing the duo to be at an advantage. However, with Ethar as injured as he was, they werent at a advantage anymore. Ethar managed to avoid the punches, but Zarbon was too fast as a kick slammed into his groin. The moment that hit, all through out time, Ethar's future descendants all cried out in pain.

But before the final finishing kick was deleivered....

Ethar felt smooth water grab him, and throw him into a wider tendril of water. This caused pain to surge through his body like high voltage, but when Ethar hit the 'water mitt', Ethar slid down onto his feet and smiled at Ethan. "Thanks. I have a plan to finish Zarbon off. If you can distract him while I power up, then restrain him when I give the signal, We can end this once and for all." He said, as he reached into what was left of his pants, and took out a small green bean, and popped it into his mouth.

Chewing it for a moment and swallowing, everyone could see that the bloody broken mess that was Ethar luxun, was almost instantly replaced with a Fresh, ready for battle version.

"Much better!" He said with a grin before he held up two fingers to his forehead. "Just keep him busy as long as you can!" He said, as Energy started to spark around his fingers.

(Master Tech Special beam Cannon - Charge #1)
(Senzu Bean consumed)

[Celeh]

Celeh's efforts to charge her attack were interrupted. She managed to hold half of the charge, but couldn't power up the attack any further as she took several hair needles into her back, each one like a piercing bullet as it stabbed into her back. The attack wasn't powerful, but it was obnoxiously painful. The Saiyan woman reeled and jerked around to face whatever had just hit her. She saw Rascal a fair distance away. How had she not sensed her beforehand?! She got so close...but maybe it was the heat of battle, and the fact that Celeh had been keeping such a close eye on Zarbon. Still, this was quite an unfortunate turn of events. But from what she could sense so far, this very bold woman didn't seem to have strength to match her own at the moment. That attack wasn't even half her own strength.

"It's awfully bold of you to attack someone from behind and then give them time to turn around and face you. You're going to regret interfering with my mission today. I don't know who you are, and frankly I don't care." Celeh scowled at Rascal and pointed all ten of her fingers at the other woman, unleashing her Nova Scattershot technique without a full charge. With Celeh's power being capped out at 67,000 right now, it was far more than Rascal's current power. If the other woman wasn't expecting to be hit so easily, she could get devastated by the combined blast force of all those hyper compressed ki bullets. Ten blasts in total, they would all explode at once when any one of them exploded. They traveled far faster than a normal ki blast, too. Even if Rascal got closer, she'd likely get the worse end of the deal even if Celeh was caught in the blast given their difference in power. The real question was, how would Rascal react to a surprise attack against her?

Luckily for them both, the two Earthlings and Zarbon seemed to be busy dealing with each other, which left the two women to a fight of their own.


(OOC: Lost the full charge due to being hit by the Hair control technique. Nova Scattershot fired with normal PL levels.)

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Rascal stood in place with a grin on her face listening to Celeh as she turned and spoke back to her. She certainly wasn't going to regret what she had done. It had been fun! The feeling of her hair stabbing through the Saiyan's body before retracting was a remarkable sight. Crimson liquid covered her luscious locks. Unfortunately, the demoness was not going to be able to continue admiring them for seconds after doing this the Saiyan unleashed her fury in the form of ten energy bullets from the tips of her fingers.

These bullets soared towards her with the speed of a freight train making her very uneasy. "You've forced my hand you ape," she stated before allowing a crackling pink energy to surge around her. The energy exploded into a giant, fiery aura of pink and the moment the bullets hit her they would collide with a wall of power encompassing all of her 54,000 power and explode. The difference was enough to mitigate some of the damage hitting Rascal to something less dangerous to the demoness’ body. She laughed in the center of a cloud of smoke formed from the blasts going off then stepped out of it very slowly staggering slightly as trickles of blood dripped down her forehead, torso, arms, and legs.

The person Celeh was going to see upon doing this was entirely different from before, no thanks to the blood but a transformation that occurred as well within her to protect her slightly. Normally Rascal had the visage of a young girl with a height to match it. A terrible curse placed on her when she lost all of her amazing power 150 years ago to the strongest demons in Demon Realm. Yet by training since coming to Earth against some of the weak, simple-minded humans of the planet, she had regained a certain degree of it. This was enough so that she could use a short, temporary burst of power in endeavors that might prove difficult, like this one. The problem was this transformation, being temporary, could only be used once and had nowhere near the power it normally would have say it were permanent.

She smirked though as she used new muscles in her body to hold herself steady. Her height was now a full 5"4' inches and she nearly matched the woman pound for pound in terms of overall figure. Her head now had two prominent ram's horns curled back on the top of her head too to headbutt her with if she had to, however, most of the time they were just for decoration. Wrapped around her body were two sets of wings one only half the size of her body and a much larger one that was nearly twelve feet in length they had quite a few holes in them and for this fight would be useless until healed at a later time. Underneath all of this, she still had on her regular, stretched spandex attire and boots. Only two new holes had been in it from her body suddenly growing. One was small, diamond shaped tear in the front where he navel was and the other was in the back where a nearly three foot long tail descended. There were should spikes as well sticking out of her newly bulging shoulder blades as well..

Rascal loved energy attack as much as the next person did but when it came to life and death fights she preferred to beat the crap out of someone with her bare hands. In this fight, though she could feel she wasn’t going to be able to just walk up to this monkey lady and punch her. “It was challenge and a perfect match up," she noted to herself, "but I need to finish this fast. I can feel my power ebbing away." That is what she thought at first, but she didn't really have any ability to sense her energy. So therefore, she didn't know it was staying power at least for this current bout. After the battle, the energy would disappear but for now, she had a good amount of strength to match the brown haired Saiyan for a short bit.

She bit her bottom lip and allowed more blood to flow down her face as she said aloud to her opponent, “You bitch… If I hadn’t have powered up there I would be dead. I’m glad I did though because I’m going to cut you down.” Rascal cracked her knuckles in contempt as she hissed at her. She could feel her lungs pulling more air then usual out of the surrounding atmosphere and wondered, “Am I winded? It’s been a while since I’ve felt this.”
In order to regain her rhythm she slowly took at step towards Celeh with her left foot then flung her head back to the right and allowed a large, single tentacle of hair to fly forward with a wild craning sensation from her neck. She had been unsuccessful in striking the woman with ten smaller tentacles of hair before and killing her, so finishing the job with this one was probably a good idea. To an onlooker it might seem like a red lash of silk was flying at them. Yet if struck this time Celeh might possibly receive more than bullet size wounds due to the increased power.

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X2 Transformation Used

[Ohkara Minamaru]

Zarbon’s attack on the brown-haired man had been mostly successful, albeit the man dodging his punches, the blue alien’s kicks proved to be too much. As a harsh kick to the man’s groin connected, a Zarbon continued to smirk; however just as he went to deliver the finishing blow he was hit with something that surprised him once again.

He’d noticed the ground rumbling, yet he’d missed the display of hydro-works as four tendrils of pure water exploded out of the ground; one whipping harshly at the alien and connecting with his side. Picking him up off the ground and flinging him away from Ethar just in time to disrupt his barrage, Zarbon soared to the right, gritting his teeth against the unexpected pain. It wasn’t hard to guess what would happen next as a second tendril of water batted at him from the opposite side, sending hims flying back the way he’d come.

Ethan’s plan to start a game of ping-pong with the green-haired man was fairly successful; at least in terms of getting him away from the other man for long enough to allow him to recuperate and even devour some kind of miracle drug, which healed his wounds in what seemed like the blink of an eye. It seemed these Earthlings were much more tenacious than the monstrous Zarbon had anticipated. For the first time in a long time he could admit that these men had given him an actual challenge; and albeit the pain he suffered, this was exciting!

”That’s enough!” he roared, his arms and legs shooting out to his sides, using his ability to fly to stop him midair, between strikes from the whips of water. From the side came another, but this time he was ready. Propelling himself upwards just in time to avoid the tendril, it would hopefully stay on course and connect with the other; dispersing some of the water in the process. From what the alien could tell, just dispersing the water probably wouldn’t be enough; he’d likely need to kill the man to stop his attacks.

Glancing down as he barreled forwards, towards Ethan, Zarbon spotted Ethar as he pressed two fingers to his forehead. A grin slid across the aliens face, this was a likely sign that he’d stay out of the fight for a little. While still not something to shrug off, Zarbon well aware of what a charged attack might be capable of, he was now driven to finish the blue-haired one off before the other ever got the chance to release his attack.

Raising a hand above his head as he rocketed towards Ethan, a large sphere of pink ki formed at his palm. Hurling the car-sided ball at the teen, the alien roared: ”Destructive Sphere!” As the attack left his hand, Zarbon’s flight path would alter, the alien quickly turning to the right so he could flank the other, who would hopeful get distracted by the ball of energy headed towards him. With the water tendrils, there was no way Zarbon wanted to hang back. The man’s control over them seemed to come with concentration, and if could break that, then he’d likely defeat the tendrils.

If Ethan turned his attention to the sphere, and Zarbon’s flanking maneuver was successful, the boy would be in for a treat. Cocking a hand back, Zarbon would fire a mighty punch at the boy’s stomach, followed by another, then another, so long as he reacted as anticipated. The pummeling wouldn’t stop there, a spinning kick aimed for the man’s side to send him flying, much as he had with a water tendril earlier.

Using his maximum speed, Zarbon would rush in front of Ethan’s likely flight path, and be there to greet him with yet another attack: this time a brutal knee to the boy’s midsection. Balling his fists above his head, he would bring them crashing down towards the boy’s head; proving that even after such a harsh beating, he was still the one on top in terms of power.

[Ethan Snow]

Ethan still didn't get why people tried to have full length conversations in combat, it wasn't like the opponent was going to actually give them a chance to gab, especially while Ethan was slapping him around the way he was. So it was no surprise that while Ethar was munching his bean and orating a veritable novel, Ethan was pressed into the close combat he was looking for and thus had not time to listen or respond. Indeed, while the boy want to get in close in order to better combat Zarbon, the other's speed and sheer power made that difficult. No sooner had Ethan pulled off his masterful fete of coordination, executing what amounted to four ranged attacks, then did the green haired alien explode with rage and fire back.

"Crap..." Ethan blurted out and tried as best he could to block the incoming ball of energy, pulling his arms in and guarding up high. The motion was also another control cue for his aqueous appendages, commanding all four to draw in from there respective source spouts and intertwine together into a hastily assembled blob with the intention of bleeding off as much of the energy ball's power as possible. While Ethan was busy using the high thermal inertia of the water to sap the energy out of the attack, his opponent wasted no time, darting around the very ball he'd fired. An instant later the powerful alien planted the first of several fists into Ethan's stomach which instantly revealed that the center of the boy's otherwise fantastic physique was in fact a glaring weakness.

  

"Uuuuh!... Uuuugh!... Gaaaaghhhh!..." the shirtless boy gagged as three fists sank effortlessly through his abdominal muscles, his tortured body folding up with each successive impact as he lost control of the water tendrils and even his own board. Ethan was helpless as his muscles seized up, his midsection betraying him with it's unusual sensitivity at the worst time. It had been a while since he'd taken punches from someone this much stronger than him without tensing up and although the sensation was familiar, it didn't get any easier. Then... *CRACK*

"Arrrrg!" A spinning kick to the kid's ribs launched him sideways only to be intercepted with another brutal attack on his vulnerable middle. "Uuulllll!..." The combination of his momentum forward and Zarbon's strength going the opposite direction as he rammed his knee into the shirtless boy's stomach was too much for Ethan and while he might have tried to punch the alien back, his strength just evaporated and he doubled over, drool leaking out of his mouth from the stomach churning impact.

 

The position was perhaps not exactly what Zarbon might have liked though. He was likely intending Ethan to bend over a little from the knee and had arranged his following attack accordingly. However the boy's laughably weak gut mad him fold almost entirely in half, so it was no surprise that when the alien brought his hammer fist down, the joined hands smashed into the teen's back. It was still a hard blow, no ne could deny that, especially Ethan who was now tumbling end over end, already breathless from the shots to his stomach and now doubly so, but at least his brain was still in once piece. Still blue haired teen was getting his butt handed to him by the monster twice as strong, and while technically to plan as he was serving as a distraction, Ethan wasn't sure how long he could take such a pasting.

Having gained a few hundred feet in altitude over the city while engineering his distraction, the boy tumbled like a falling meteor into one of the already damaged buildings bellow, crashing through floor after floor of the structure until his descend was finally stopped, landing back first with an accompanying groan. Ethan now laid sprawled out on wreckage from a fallen section of the caved in building, his arms flopped up above his head, stretching out his already vulnerable musculature as the shirtless teen took in labored breaths, trying to recover from the pounding he'd just received. Sweat rolled down every inch of skin as his chest rose and fell, his body weakened almost to the point of losing his hold on his ascended state.

'I hope this is worth it, he's killing me here.' Ethan though to himself, hoping that what ever Ethar had planned, it would work and even more hopefully, before Zarbon really did kill him. 'A few more minutes... that's all I can give him... then I'm toast.'

[Ethar Luxun]

Ethar watched as his friend was being massacred. He wanted to get in there and save him, but he couldn't let Ethans distraction go to waste. He had to keep putting power into his charging attack. The glow of the energy quickly became apparent at his finger tips as it continued to pool and grow more noticeable. "I just have one shot at this... I have to make it count." He thought to himself as the light slowly grew brighter and brighter.

This was the first time he had to put so much energy into a single attack, and if he missed it, the battle would be over, in Zarbons favour. Ethar couldn't let it end like that, he had people to save. Friends who depended on him.

Failure, was not an option at this time...

(Charge #2)

[Celeh]

Celeh smirked as she saw the smoke clear and realized her attack had been successful. Even with Rascal having powered up to her fullest, the attack was at a high enough strength to cause some wounds that were bleeding. The Saiyan smirked a bit wider when the demoness spoke as if she were angry and vengeful. Celeh couldn't help but respond, "Are you here to talk or are you here to fight?" Celeh didn't feel it necessary to swap words with this demoness at all. They had both made their stance for this battle very well known from the beginning. Rascal chose to attack Celeh, and Celeh returned fire without hesitation. Regardless of other circumstances, the two were now enemies on the battlefield.

Celeh had sustained very minor damage in the form of ten puncture stabs in her back caused by the lesser hair tentacles that Rascal had used before. But due to Celeh already being at her maximum strength, the attacks didn't do their full damage and the blood loss was minimal at this point. However, Rascal had shown that she could match the Saiyan's full strength, and mitigated a lot of the Nova Scattershot's damage by powering up to her full ability.

Rascal initiated the next step of the fight with a quick step-in followed by a whipping motion with her neck that caused a brutal and fast hair stab towards what would be Celeh's neck. The Saiyan jerked to the side, unable to counterattack due to focusing entirely on evasion. She rolled her hips as well as stepping to the side to narrowly avoid what would otherwise be a near fatal stab.

The Saiyan raised one hand up and wiped some blood from the front of her shoulder on her opposite arm. The stab had cut her shoulder during her quick dodge. "Tch." She scoffed and clenched her fist around the blood on her palm from wiping the cut. She did a quick step-in as well, leaning forward and throwing a swift jab with her left hand. This wasn't meant to be a solid attack, as it was a feint and a setup for her real assault. As the jab was thrown, Celeh would crank up her speed tremendously with a burst of energy. She'd leave an after image of herself that was mid-jab, and do a sidestep to the right followed by a spin kick to the right as well, using her side-step momentum to add extra power to the kick as her heel came around, aiming for Rascal's chest.


OOC: After Image used.

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Rascal grit her teeth seeing that Celeh side stepped her second attack just enough to miss having her neck stabbed all the through and instead struck her shoulder with a long cut. "She's pretty good this monkey..." Rascal thought to herself as her killing intent rose within her breast. She wanted to make the next move but found Celeh reacting faster than her. A jab was sent her way and Rascal who was wide open knew she was going to get hit until she wasn't. The punch seemed to disappear in mid air during the time Celeh closed the space between them and then Celeh's entire body frame did too. She'd soon hear her feet move across the concrete and without warning Celeh would reappear and fire a spin kick right into Rascal's chest.

"Gufah!" She cried feeling the end of the woman's foot dig into her solar plexus. Rascal was not expecting this as she reached out her hands to try grab the end of her leg. It was the only way she could steady herself but if she could grab her right leg she knew that she could pin it down, maybe even twist it so that it would break. The pain was intense but her fingers reached for this leg's ankle in order to break the bones inside it with a sharp turn. Rascal clearly knew she had to play defensively yet offensively at the same time since the Saiyan's words about talking were true. She was speaking far too much now and knew that the best thing to do was just to act.

If her hands somehow couldn't reach Celeh's leg She'd use all the power in her left leg to raise it and kick it up into Celeh's thigh. Either way Rascal felt her body enduring some damage as she was feeling kind of breathless at the moment from the strike. She hoped a major bone hadn't broken there as it didn't feel like it quite yet.

[Ohkara Minamaru]

Zarbon’s barrage was successful, the blue-haired boy taking the beating of a lifetime, and ending up winded at the bottom floor of a skyscraper; however, to Zarbon’s surprise he had survived. Gritting his teeth, the alien set his sights back on the boy, peering over the ruins of the skyscraper’s skeleton. Looking down the now hollow building like the barrel of a gun.

Quickly glancing to the brown-haired boy before advancing, the pale-blue alien noted he was still charging his attack. Whatever the man had up his sleeve would likely need to wait a bit longer before he let it go, and Zarbon was still hopeful he could finish the other off before he had the chance. Wasting no more time, the alien rocketed downwards towards the surfer-boy, the surrounding walls of the skyscraper exploding outwards from his sheer speed and over-active aura.

Nearing the man, Zarbon’s boy spun forwards, in a front-flip motion, only to bring his right heel downwards at the boy’s stomach in a mighty ax-kick. If successful, his left leg would recoil in a second spring, only to release downwards at the boy’s gut once more. Hastily grabbing for the boy’s wrist, he would leap into the air, with hopes of dragging him with him. The sheer force of the jump enough to collapse the rest of the building around them, Zarbon pulled the pair upwards, and out of the wreckage just in time.

Levitating in the air for just a moment, the sly alien still with the tattered blue-haired boy in his hand, would begin to rotate, spinning his body in a whirlwind, steadily calculating where exactly what he planned to do next. Releasing the boy’s wrist at the precise moment, Zarbon would hurl him right at the brown-haired man; completing his rotation, his arm’s would rush forward, palms pointed at the pair, only to form a sphere of static pink ki, ”Elegant Blaster!” he’d roar.

Upon command a cone-shaped blast would fire from his hands, barreling forwards towards the two; hopefully, to kill two birds with one stone. If everything went according to plan, Zarbon would win this fight right there; nevertheless, if these Earthlings had proven just one thing since his attack began, it was that they were tenacious as hell. Zarbon’s guard would not waver, it would be foolish if he began counting his victories before the battles even ended.