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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2014 11:07:51 GMT -5
W.E.L.P. skipped across the ground in an amusing before ending up in the wall like an ugly wall decoration. Vespasian could not allow that ugly decoration to stand as he charged forward and punched the poor boy sending him flying up the stands stairway. The gladiator looked over the state of his arena, he had had been bothered enough with fools from the Galactic Tournament taking up residence there but now this fool was causing him to destroy his own arena. With a sigh he leapt up to the stands with ease with the weighted stick still in his hand. “Let me tell you something W.E.L.P. when you are fighting an opponent that is trying to kill you, they really don’t give two shits about why you are fighting or who is waiting for you at home. All they care about is whether you are going to die easier than they anticipate. It is for this reason why I tell you to stop thinking about the reason you fight…the only thing you should be thinking about is how you are going to win the fight.” Vespasian stated apathetically. It was then that the beam of energy shot out of the boy’s hand catching the gladiator slightly off guard but it would not matter when the gladiator literally leapt over the beam. The beam smashed into the arena floor causing even more damage to his arena. He turned towards the arena and let out a sigh, it never seemed to be possible to keep the place in one piece. The boy would learn his lesson for doing that. He looked down at the weighted rod before tossing it backwards over his head. The rod spiked into the arena floor with a loud thud, it stuck straight up into the air.
“If you can get to the rod behind me then I will teach you something I have taught no one before you.” Vespasian said as he started to climb the stairs upwards. “It is not like you are going to succeed; your mind is far to cluttered to possibly execute the task.” Vespasian stated as he closed in on his newest pupil. He would stop just short of stepping on the boy. He then raised his foot high in the air in a methodical fashion just above his chest. When he dropped his foot down he would activate his Dynamite Kick ability in order to cause an explosion. “After you fail, you are going to rebuild my arena.” Then in a swift fashion the foot came down.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 26, 2014 22:43:08 GMT -5
“If you can get to the rod behind me then I will teach you something I have taught no one before you.”
William gulped as he looked pass the menacing Arena Champion as he stomped his way up the staircase; at the rod sticking haphazardly out of the sand. Teach him something? Some sort of technique perhaps? His mind began racing; what could it possibly be? All he could think of was how it could help him better serve Prometheus, which in turned would aid in his mother's recovery.
“It is not like you are going to succeed; your mind is far to cluttered to possibly execute the task.”
Opening his mouth for a moment, Willie thought to reply but then found himself unable to deny the gargantuan who paused just short of turning the boy into gum on the bottom of his foot. Vespasian was basically torturing him and all he could think of was anyone else but himself. His new employer, his mother, his sister... Even his dying father during the brief blackout which followed the strike from his new master. Then the gladiator lifted his foot as if to show William the tread of his boot.
“After you fail, you are going to rebuild my arena.”
In that moment, the boy did not think of his dying parent, his younger sibling, or even the maleficent benefactor who promised her well being in exchange for Willie's service. No, all he could think of was the large foot which ached to curb stomp his skull into paste. Not acting out of rational thought or concern for another, for once, his instincts took over. Two rings of densely concentrated ki formed in his hands; each with blunt edges and a distortion at its center. The left swung at Vespasian's grounded foot. The hope was to knock him off balance, as no one could maintain keen balance in the midst of a stomp while on an inclined and unstable surface; as were the shattered steps beneath him.
As soon as the first had made its attempt the second crimson chakram in his right palm would answer to his thoughts, pulling him quickly from beneath the gladiator and straight towards the resting place of the maniacal device. The rings would pull him up and then down straight towards the stick as Vespasian's foot would come crashing down, should his planned attack continue, causing an immense explosion that would cause an much larger crater in the arena's seating as well as obscuring the gladiator in a plume of debris.
"Oh shit."
William finally finished as he hurtled through the air, intent on hitting the ground hard and rolling through the momentum, grasping the device as he did. He did not think himself capable of summoning the rings instinctively, nonetheless reacting so fast; even in the face of certain, insurmountable, pain. His entire life he had thought out everything beforehand, sparing few moments for spontaneity, and worrying only for the well being of those he loved. Perhaps, he queried, this is the lesson that Vespasian is trying to beat into me?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 10:15:19 GMT -5
Finally the boy was starting to get Vespasian’s teachings. He moved out of instinct and for once didn’t telegraph his moves through micro movements. That was how many enemies were able to tell what someone was going to do; they would look for micro movements. These could consist of something as simple as an eye twitch in a certain direction while another could be a hand twitch. These were all tells and the reason why the gladiator rose to the ranks that he has, he had for the most part eliminated them when he fought seriously. What happened though caught the gladiator off guard as he had never seen such an attack before. The ground suddenly opened underneath the foot of Vespasain that was planted on the ground causing him to come crashing down. As his foot made contact with the ground it caused an explosion to erupt engulfing the arena master in dust. It was then that he noticed that W.E.L.P. was close to the rod that stuck in the ground. From the ground energy began to crackle in his hands.
“Not bad W.E.L.P., not bad! The only problem is that you have to make sure your opponent is disabled before moving towards you objective,” Vespasian would laugh as the energy in hand formed into a net that was quickly launched across the expanse. Vespasian did not hold back as he threw it knowing that he only had a moment before W.E.L.P. touched the rod. After he tossed the net, which was designed to severely impair his movement (two turns unless directly dealt with), Vespasian would pull himself up from the ground as two more arms appeared at his side. His four arm technique had always been helpful in a pinch and it was even more helpful for dealing with arrogant little punks. Vespasian would launch forward and attack W.E.L.P. pummeling him with a barrage of attacks from all four of his fists.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Aug 31, 2014 11:47:31 GMT -5
His new master had connected with his Dynamite Kick, exploding the ground beneath him where Willie had been moments ago. Engulfed in a cloud of debris from his own demolished arena seating, the boy felt as if he truly had it. The cylindrical device which could augment its weight was only a few feet away, jutting out of the sandy floor like a stick in the mud. “Not bad W.E.L.P., not bad! The only problem is that you have to make sure your opponent is disabled before moving towards you objective,” Vespasian declared just as Willie dove for it. At the last moment something hit him that took him to the ground hard; the device just resting comfortably in the ground, mocking his failure.
“Damn it! So close!” he cursed at himself. What had struck him had been none other than a net made of ki, another of Vespasian’s master techniques of which the boy knew nothing. The energy netting rested over him like an insurmountable weight, one he found impossible to move from under. He felt like a hamster in a cage. Looking forward he saw where his two discs had skidded forward, safe from the net, and rested between both him and the rod. To make the situation worse, looking up he found the Gladiator Champion raining down from above like a furious storm; now with two more arms than before.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the boy muttered instinctively. Vespasian was bad enough with just two arms. The boy’s worries proved correct, as no sooner after landing beside the boy he began unloading a flurry of fists into his capture prey. With the hat trick of master techniques unleashed on the hapless human, Willie found himself quickly being pounded into chum. Scooped up into a bucket, by one of his other students most likely, he imagined he would be put on display as a warning to the others.
As one punch after another pummeled the boy beneath the already cumbersome net, he just reacted. As if his mind attained a certain clarity amidst the downpour of fists. Pushing all other thoughts from his mind, he mentally called his chakrams into action. The first simply lifted up, the portal at its center facing William. The second flew away, then up before circling around to the back of the arena master, in hope of disguising its true destination by moving out of the gladiator’s peripherals.
Watson waited a second, then another, quite painful when a belligerent teacher is attempting to pound you into paste. Then his opening showed itself, as Vespasian was bringing his fists back to continue the onslaught. In this split second that he had waited in agony for he shot one palm through the holes in the net toward the hovering ring to his side while also thrusting out toward his master. Immediately releasing a Vanishing Beam from the hand facing the Hell’s Gate, he paused a half a second before firing a second crimson energy beam directly into the gladiator’s chest.
If his timing was perfect, as he thought it was, then the first beam would appear from the second chakram, which was levitating a few feet behind Vespasian and strike him precisely as the second beam struck him from the front. The explosion would be immense with the master sandwiched between the two attacks. It was Willie’s hope that the gladiator’s strikes had weakened the net enough that the blast would shatter it, if not at least weaken it enough to allow a modicum of movement. William too would be caught in the blast, but again hoped that the net would absorb most of the damage.
Knowing exactly where the device protruded from the sand, despite the cloud of dust the explosion would cause, William would attempt to crawl the last few feet if the net was still somewhat intact, or dive straight for it should it have be destroyed. Pain wracked his body from the torture his new master was putting him through, but all he could think of now was how the weighted device would feel in his grasp.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 23:16:40 GMT -5
The boy was a pathetic sight as he tried to crawl over to the staff that protruded from the sandy arena floor. Then again it should not have been as surprising as it seemed to the arena master he had dubbed him W.E.L.P. for a reason. The energy net had completely wrapped around his legs completely constricting so that he could not scramble to his feet in an effort to win the challenge. This left the poor young boy in the most compromising of positions as the gladiator began to rain down punches using all four of his fists. The strikes connected over and over again. More and more damage being dealt out that the boy could barely handle. Never once during the beating did he expect W.E.L.P. to actually do something that was smart. Using the disks that he had done earlier the boy managed to slip one in behind Vespasian’s head without noticing. Summoning a second one right in front of him he fired into the disk and then fired a second blast straight into his face.
The two blasts slammed hard into the gladiator catching him off guard. The pain was not something that the gladiator worried about in the slightest. That is because the pain simply did not exist as the gladiator was far too powerful to be harmed by anything like that. What it did do though was allow the little punk to get a decent head start towards the staff. Vespasian could have continued the pummeling of the boy as the attack had done little to actually harm him but the boy had already shown promise as he appeared to have taken to his teachings already. So instead of pressing the fight Vespasian instead chose to play up the fact that he was stunned as he brought his arms up to his face and rubbed his face repeatedly trying to clear the fake dirt away.
(Sorry about the crap post)
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Post by Lord Zasham on Sept 28, 2014 16:52:53 GMT -5
To William Watson’s utter amazement his plan worked. The four armed arena master became engulfed in sand and smoke as the two beams collided with his chest and back simultaneously. Obviously this would not do any damage, even without advanced ki sensing Willie could see that plainly. One, he was far weaker than the mountain of a man when he arrived. Two, that was before Vespasian forced him to adorn the heavily weighted gladiatorial equipment. The greaves, bracers and belt only exacerbated the existing large power gap simply make it even more noticeable.
Thankfully events unfolded as the boy had hoped, with the combination of vicious strikes that was slowly turned him into a puddle of a man also weakening the energy net which immobilized him. The explosion was the straw that broke the camel’s back and as soon as they were shrouded by the debris cloud Willie used all his might to break the net. It dissipated as it fell from him and in that same moment he leapt in the direction of the device which protruded from the ground.
Rolling around it he would grasp it with both hands, holding it tight to his chest with one as he caught himself with the other. Going into a crouch he would clench it to him, despite its massively increased weight. He needed the strength this master offered; Willie needed the knowledge at his disposal, anything to help him in his quests. Though he felt as if the four arm technique was the most unique and potentially useful ability.
More than anything, the training he offered could potentially control the demon within him. Zasham was chaos incarnate; Willie felt it in his bones. The Gladiator was a seasoned veteran, proven master and variable legends if the tail be true. No matter what he did, the weighted Willie would never reach that device if he desired them not to. The fact that it was in his grasp, something he still hardly believed, proved Vespasian approved him… Or so he hoped.
“I believe… I can learn much from you, Master Vespasian.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 0:20:24 GMT -5
“I believe… I can learn much from you, Master Vespasian.”[/font] The boy stated with an air of pride in his voice. It was amusing to the old gladiator that no matter how much the young were beaten that arrogance never seemed to disappear. It was that youthful pride thing. Vespasian remembered back to the time when he himself was victim to the stupidity gene. That had changed when Vespasian had his first near death experience but in all honesty this little kid did show promise that the majority of his trainees had never even witnessed in their life. What his true potential would be was anyone’s guess but if he continued to over think in fights like he had earlier than there was going to be little to show. Vespasian slowly made his way towards the boy before stopping just short of him. Next to the gladiator he was nothing more than a scrawny punk that was able to use ki. Many races could do so, it was far from special, but the true difference maker was how well the ki was refined.
“Very well W.E.L.P. what would you like to learn?” Vespasian said in a low tone without taking a step back. Even though he had thrown the fight his pride still felt a little hurt because of the loss. His muscles flexed for a second as he thought of continuing the fight and teaching the lesson of never letting down your guard and to never stop until your opponent couldn’t get up. He had to fight the urge with every fiber of his being. Eventually the gladiator was able to work back the desire to punch the little man in the face.
“Well? Out with it already!” Vespasian yelled expecting his student to respond accordingly. There were no breaks and the gladiator never supported insubordination amongst his fighters. They were to answer when asked a question and there was no reason to make Vespasian wait.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Oct 24, 2014 13:00:24 GMT -5
His words spoken, Vespasian stepped up to where the boy was crouched, a fire in his eyes. William hoped the gladiator had not misinterpreted him. The apparent human had never been fighter, a punching bag sure, but never an actual warrior. With the behemoth before him, Willie felt like that could finally change. That this master, despite his brutish and unsympathetic ways, could teach him much. In fact, it was his overly aggressive ways which would teach him best. The boy was a kind soul, weak to the evils abroad. If anyone could do toughen him up, it would be the arena master.
“Very well W.E.L.P. what would you like to learn?” Vespasian queried in a less abusive tone than usual. The fire in his eyes had not dissipated, and Willie could not help but feel the man wanted to punch him so hard that his face was an innie instead of an outie. With a gulp William rose to his feet, the device still clutched in his grasp, though the fact that he rose no higher than his new master’s chest was a bit unsettling. Pushing out the hateful gaze from his mind for a moment, the boy thought over the techniques the gladiator had used against him.
The kick was quite powerful, and if one’s timing was exceptional, then it could be quite useful. The ability to use an attack with a two prong offense was a fighter’s dream. Not only do you kick your opponent, but then moments later, at your choosing, you merely utter the word and boom your target explodes. Then there was the net, oh how he had hated that net. But he supposed that only proved its worth. The ability to immobilize someone could come in handy in many situations. To stop a fleeing opponent or even to keep on in place long enough for concentrated fire. Or to hold a boy down inches from a goal and then beat the piss out of him with four fists.
Then finally there was that; the ability to grow two more arms! How amazing, he could only imagine how useful such a technique could be. Of course, the first place his mind went to was playing two player co-op on the new game Fate, however he was sadly reminded by the fact that it was single player only. So goddamn stupid. Regardless, the ability to double one’s energy or melee output was more powerful than anything else. When facing someone of equal strength, having more limbs to strike, block, fire or deflect could very well mean the difference between victory and defeat.
Well? Out with it already!” Vespasian exclaimed, breaking the boy’s train of thought. He realized he had been silent for one too many moments as he had thought over the decision. Intent on making a choice before his new master beat it out of him, William blurted out, “The ability to grow more arms!” Unsure of its official name, he simply stated its description as he had seen it. Truly he did not even know if two was a max, or if there could be more.
But either way, it would be the next thing in a long line of lessons, abilities, and strategies he would learn from the arena champion. Perhaps, William could become a warrior after all.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2014 21:44:16 GMT -5
The boy was straight forward enough. Growing four arms. It was a rather simple technique that yielded amazing possibilities in the arena and combat. Vespasian could remember back to the days that he fought against the other gladiators. They mocked him for having such a technique claiming that their big elaborate techniques could tear apart the gladiator before he could get off a chance to close the distance. The fools never made it more than halfway through the names of these attacks before Vespasian had dealt with them accordingly. The arena master chuckled to himself as he took a series of steps backwards giving him enough room.
“It is called Four Arm technique W.E.L.P. And while simplistic in nature the potential power behind the technique is vast. As you saw with when I was beating some sense into you it can be combined with a wide array of techniques and combinations to turn an entire fight on its head.” Vespasian proudly stated. The boy probably was too naïve to truly realize how powerful the technique was, hence the explanation.
“In order to do the technique though you will have to a portion of energy at about half a foot below you existing arms. Once you have done that begin to imagine the sensation of moving your existing arms. But as you do believe that you can feel it in limbs that you don’t currently have.” Vespasian explained as he closed his eyes and began to focus his energy to the spot where his new limbs would grow. The image of him with four arms appeared in his mind. Instantly two extra arms shot forth from his side and began to move independently of his original arms. “Then when you feel that sensation force the energy outwards and then voila. Two new arms. Your turn. Don’t fail, if you do then I will punch you again.” Vespasian spat.
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Post by Lord Zasham on Feb 12, 2015 11:48:33 GMT -5
Once William had stated the technique of his choosing his new Master seemed to pause a moment as if to reminisce. Then, with a laugh, he took a few steps backwards. Hearing Vespasian laugh was oddly terrifying. “It is called Four Arm technique W.E.L.P. And while simplistic in nature the potential power behind the technique is vast. As you saw with when I was beating some sense into you it can be combined with a wide array of techniques and combinations to turn an entire fight on its head,” the Arena Master declared boldly.
“In order to do the technique though you will have to a portion of energy at about half a foot below you existing arms. Once you have done that begin to imagine the sensation of moving your existing arms. But as you do believe that you can feel it in limbs that you don’t currently have.” Then Vespasian closed his eyes and William could feel his ki fluctuating in a way he had not seen before. Moments later two new arms sprang forth just below the existing ones, equally as robust and intimidating as the originals.
“Then when you feel that sensation force the energy outwards and then voila. Two new arms. Your turn. Don’t fail, if you do then I will punch you again.” With a gulp William closed his eyes and tried not to think of the gladiator’s threat. He thought of his energy, all around his body, circulating no different than blood. He imagined it pooling just beneath his shoulder blades, saw the light of the ki brighten in his mind’s eye as it centralized in symmetrical locations. But he could not force the energy outwards, it seemed blocked somehow.
Then he imagined being punched again by Vespasian and suddenly the wall broke free and the energy poured out as two new arms sprang forth. “Holy hell…” Willie said, in a state of utter disbelief, as he looked back and forth, moving the arms around as if foreign objects. Bringing all four palms up, he looked at each as he wiggled his fingers and was amazed that he could feel all twenty. It was an incredible feeling, to suddenly have two additional limbs. “This is amazing!” Watson would yell as he looked to his new Master with awe.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 23:26:27 GMT -5
“No shit it is amazing. I have used that technique to win my match time and again. The vast array of combination you can use with that technique is beyond imagination.” Vespasian said with a grunt. The fact that W.E.L.P. had taken so well to the technique showed his ability and potential. It was vast and it was such a shame that he was going to be sold out and sent to his death by the mysterious overlord of Alpha Prime. Promtheus Zex was scum and only used a person as long as they were useful after that they simply disappeared.
“Whatever hell the scum that sits in the mansion sends you to be prepared. There is always a catch to his jobs. It is never as it seems. This is something I have learned over the years W.E.L.P. and you had best heed this warning. Be prepared for hell.” The gladiator said as he turned his back to the young boy. Taking a deep breath he would continue on his way towards his chamber. Looking to one group of gladiators that began to make their way into the area he shoved his hand forward. “Get your asses in gear and fix my frickin’ arena!” The gladiators looked at each other before running off to try and fix the damage.
“W.E.L.P. you are dismissed! If you make it back from that bastard’s mission. Come see me someday I would love to sculpt you into a proper warrior.” Vespasian yelled back without turning.
(Four Arms tech granted.)
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Post by Lord Zasham on Feb 22, 2015 23:50:06 GMT -5
“No shit it is amazing. I have used that technique to win my match time and again. The vast array of combination you can use with that technique is beyond imagination,” the wise, if not gruff, master grunted with what William hoped was a positive tone. He was learning it was hard to tell with Vespasian. Regardless just shadow boxing with the additional limbs gave him an incredible feeling, like he was the irresistible force, despite how ludicrous it seemed. “I thank you for this gift, Master,” the boy stated with a slight bow.
The subject quickly turned however, to an issue the gladiator had brought up earlier; Prometheus Zex, Willie’s new employer. “Whatever hell the scum that sits in the mansion sends you to be prepared. There is always a catch to his jobs. It is never as it seems. This is something I have learned over the years W.E.L.P. and you had best heed this warning. Be prepared for hell,” he ended with grievous finality. “I will try to be prepared for anything and to live in the moment during combat, as you’ve taught me here today,” Watson said reassuringly. Vespasian spoke with experience on the subject Watson could not begin to understand, though he sadly would come to one day.
Then without another word he turned to some of the gladiators who attended his arena and barked at them with vivid authority. “Get your asses in gear and fix my frickin’ arena! W.E.L.P. you are dismissed! If you make it back from that bastard’s mission. Come see me someday I would love to sculpt you into a proper warrior.” The apparent human smiled, happy that his new master had accepted the necessity of him working for the Lord of Alpha Prime, despite his deep reservations. “I will survive, I promise, and then I will return to finish my training!” He yelled after the gladiator champion as he strolled toward his recruits.
Turning toward the exit the boy looked to his ten new digits as he made his way out. Then a thought came to him, one he dared not share with his brash Master… How did he get rid of the new arms? William had a feeling that it was going to be a long night.
[PL; Heavy Weights, Master Training]
[Technique Acquired: 4 Arms Attack]
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Post by graderr on Feb 23, 2015 0:57:46 GMT -5
Zasham - 6,480 pl Vespasian - 1,446z
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