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Post by Celeh on Jan 2, 2014 2:03:48 GMT -5
Celeh was, unfortunately, not near the royals when the explosion and betrayal occurred. She was outside the castle at her own home in the lower residential district. She'd come home from a visit to her younger brother to let him know what she'd found out during her time at the tournament. She had just come out of the shower and sat down to a meal of thick soup and bread. Since her start in the employment of the crown she'd been able to afford much better food, so she had lots of meat and vegetables in her soup and some high quality, freshly baked bread to eat with it. Just as she sat the bowl and bread on the table to start eating she heard it. It was muffled and distant. A resounding BOOM echoed through the distance and into her windows. She gritted her teeth and looked up from her meal to look out the window. Her eyes narrowed and she stepped to the window for a better look. What she saw put her expression into one of great distaste. She scowled and frowned. So much for that new, higher quality meal she'd finally been able to buy. It would get cold and stale. But she had a duty to attend to. The saiyan rushed into her bedroom and began slipping on her custom fitted tight suit and armor.
The tournament wasn't too long ago and, for the most part, it still lingered in her memory quite clearly. She was ready to fight at her all time best if need be, and so once her armor was on and she pulled up her second boot, she sprinted out the door and hopped into the air. Her aura flowed outward around her from her feet upward and then rushed back down to be mostly focused at her feet as she shot off through the air toward the castle. It would be several minutes before she arrived in the castle courtyard, so a bit more would play out before she arrived.
Who would make an attack against the Saiyans so boldly after our appearance at the tournament? Zex? Surely even he isn't so reckless...but...they attacked the travel hub for our kingdom. No one will leave, no one will enter. Why would they want to disable travel? That would mean they're looking for someone specific, or they plan on killing innocents. As these thoughts passed through Celeh's mind her already sour expression shifted to be even more grim. Anger and frustration melded together, one springboarding off the other over and over as her mind raced. By the time she did get to the scene to do something about it, it would be highly likely that she would attack first and ask questions later.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jan 5, 2014 1:32:27 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the wait, guys. Training weights not in effect. ----- Twenty minutes prior... The youngest Hattori sibling had plenty to think of on the flight home. What would Leke's parents say to him? Think of him? And his siblings? They didn't seem worried enough about him; they left him behind on the space station, after all, but a part of him honestly thought they would just be glad to see him. Ninjin and Akassa both changed plenty (for the better) over the past year. Leke thought that they both were positively influenced by him, Zeke NeCross, and being put in their place by the tournament, among other things. Training brought the siblings together more than they had ever been. His time away had allowed him to reflect on such things, he believed. Or perhaps that was just a hope and nothing more. Leke had going AWOL, after all. The only time he had done that, as a small child, before got him more than a stern talking-to. He remembered the "training lesson" his father had given him when he returned home. The teenager shuddered at the thought of it. Good thing, though, that his thoughts were interrupted by the pilot announcing their arrival on New Vegeta over the intercom. Leke opened a shade on a window and peered out. Good, same ol' New Vegeta. The spaceport was lively and there were tourists and merchants and the like all scrambling as usual on a daily basis. Just as they had left it - actually, more so; it appeared as though the tournament may have started some different trade negotiations with the Saiyans. In a few minutes, the cruiser had landed and out of it, Leke Hattori stepped. He waved the escort off, as the youngest prince felt he was in no danger in his own planet. He could make it to the palace himself just fine. Exposing his royal Saiyan armour, the Hattori teenager walked with purpose. He noticed strange looks from many faces cloaked in hoods, but he paid them no mind. As ignorant of the universe's problems as he was, Leke believed them to just be low-life thugs that momentarily considered assaulting him. However, they must have had seen his performances in the preliminaries of the tournament. Even with a loss in the first round, he was still far out of their league. With a fire in his eyes, and a warmth of hope and longing to see his family again after his revelations on Alpha Prime, Leke ascended into the air and took off towards the palace. ~ The present... Leke felt it before he heard it, as he stepped onto the large stairway before the castle. A massive power growing in the spaceport, before dissapating and wiping out power levels of many others inside of it. His trained senses honed in on the blast, allowing him to sense the explosion before- The Moon trembled. The prince spun in the direction of the port only to see ruins and fire instead of bustling docks. He fell to his knees, not only from instability, but in despair. What the H.F.I.L. happened? Was it an attack? A war had been declared on the Saiyans, but by who? Why would they take out the port? So many questions raced through the child's head, but he could not think now. Powers surged throughout the castle. Among them he noticed his brother and sister, and then his father's - disappearing, instead of increasing. The King was in danger! Leke gritted his teeth and surged his ki to full strength and blasted into the castle, not giving another thought to what he was going to do. As he skated through the castle hallways, he could tell Ninjin and Akassa had moved to the throne room and ascended to their full strengths, now completely outmatching him in power. A lot had happened since his utter failure in the first round, then. This new power level, it was... An evil aura. Leke's stomach turned as he tried to feel out his dad's power, only to see it slowly dwindle to levels of near death. Another quake tore through the castle, this time coming from the throne room. Akassa and Ninjin were fighting something, something very, very powerful; but it seemed as though they were capable of defeating it, based purely on their powers. Still, Leke surged towards the throne room. He was met with a pile of rubble sealing what used to be a doorway. The youngest prince screamed through it, "Ninjin! Akassa! Father?!" No immediate answer was met, angering the boy. What was going on around here?! His hands glowed red and gold as energy surged into his hands and stretched out in blade form. Swords of pure ki formed, extended from his hands, and slashed forward at the rubble, hacking it away. He was determined to get inside without tearing down the whole castle.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2014 23:02:21 GMT -5
As Leke hacked away at the debris keeping him from his family in the midst of their turmoil, a form appeared from the shadows of an adjacent hall. Adorned in the traditional armor of the Saiyan Royal Guard, normally pressed and in pristine condition, was now torn, disheveled and spattered with blood. Whether it was just his or not was hard to tell.
With his hand against the wall to hold him up, he looked up to find the saiyan prince Leke Hattori. A look of surprise crossed his face then switched to one which conveyed hope.
“Prince Leke! Thank the King you are unharmed!”
His features displayed that of a worn soldier. Indeed he was haggard in appearance, no doubt from the battles which left him drained and injured. How gravely things had become; how quickly things have deteriorated. The King was dying and the Prince and Princess were fighting for their lives. The saiyan royal family needed all the help they could get.
“I apologize my prince; I was unable to defend the King. They are so… Strong… I have failed the line of Hattori.”
Coming from the wall to meet the prince, the soldier lost his balance and fell to a new, in the midst of his plea for forgiveness. After all he displayed a meager 3,400 power level; nothing but cannon fodder for the fiends which descended about the house of Hattori.
“There is no time for my forgiveness now… I was searching for someone to help Akassa and Ninjin defend the great King Tsuyo. Come, follow me. Much of the castle has begun to crumble as the fight intensifies but I know a clear path which will take us to your family my prince!”
Pushing to his feet, the saiyan brought his forearm across his chest in a sign of respect to one of the sons of New Vegeta.
“I will honor my oath as a loyal soldier of the Saiyan Royal Guard; I will defend you until death Prince Leke. Now come, there is no time to waste!”
Turning back he huffed and puffed as he pressed his body on, seemingly beyond its limits, as he would begin an awkward, paining, run down the dimly lit hallway. The direction, and pace, at which he was heading would put him on a direct course straight through the castle courtyard, just as the approaching Celeh would touch down.
Perhaps fate was on the saiyans’ side; and a group may form to enable one final push against these assailants. One thing was sure; New Vegeta’s fate hung in the balance.
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Post by Celeh on Jan 8, 2014 22:49:01 GMT -5
Celeh's mind raced faster than her body, but it came to a stop as she finally got close enough to the castle to survey the damage. She didn't halt her advance, but her eyes traced each part of the castle intently and purposefully as she took mental picture after mental picture. She needed to find an undamaged entrance or perhaps a place where the fighting was less intense so she could break through to where the royals might be. She growled in frustration as she could find no such entrance or easy way through, and her landing in the courtyard had her touching down at a sprint, dust being kicked up from her initial few steps on the ground. But she came to a halt as the place she was about to try to enter the castle had two shadowy figures coming right at her. She slid to a halt a few feet outside that hall and brought her hands up in front of her, taking a quick fighting stance and preparing for the worst. In the dim light of the hall they were in the Prince and the Royal Guard weren't visible enough for Celeh to determine if they were friend or foe.
She leaped back a few more feet away from the entrance to that hall and a glowing orb began to form in her right hand while her left was clenched in a fist. The index finger of her left hand extended, pointing down the hallway at the two, "Friend or foe? Speak clearly and quickly or I will attack. I am a soldier of the Saiyan Military." She then clenched her left fist and pointed her right hand at them, which was now holding an energy blast. "Last Warning!" Celeh likely would feel like a fool after she saw who was approaching, but in this situation she could not be certain. She'd only seen Leke a couple of times before and this Royal Guard was a complete stranger to her. She wasn't hesitating in her attack. She was waiting cautiously. The two in the tunnel hadn't attacked her yet when clearly she was out in the open in the Courtyard. Either they were terribly injured, or they were allies. But she would wait and keep her energy ball aimed at them in case it was a ruse.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jan 11, 2014 11:57:10 GMT -5
OOC: Was told to post out of order because we're in a different location.
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Leke continued to strike away the massive heap of rubble with his ki swords, but it seemed like it would take forever to get through it. It would take too long, and if he fired an energy blast that could take out this mound, it could level the entire palace. There was no chance that he'd risk something like that, especially not with his father's Power Level rapidly decreasing still. He needed another way to the throne room.
The prince heard his name from behind him, making him spin around and aim his hands, and by extention, his ki blades, at the source of speech. His opportunity came to him in the form of a ragged-looking soldier. Leke could not smile in such a situation, but he was glad to see somebody from the Royal Guard. They would know more than him. The soldier detailed to him how he had failed the King, but also shed some light on the situation. Akassa and Ninjin were fighting whatever threat was in the throne room, while the King was at least injured - by his Power Level, Leke knew that he was not dead, but severely wounded. He was also not moving, so he was most likely unconscious by now as well; not that he would be able to do much at his current state anyways. How anybody could harm the King of Saiyans was beyond him, but that was for a later time.
"It's alright, soldier," the youngest prince began. "There's not much you could have done, frankly, seeing as how their powers are far greater than yours. We're just lucky my brother and sister were there for my father. I need to help them." The guard then spoke of another way to the throne room; there was a light in this darkness, then.
"Let us make haste, then. Lead the way." The soldier nodded and proceeded to hobble off in a direction that would eventually lead them to the courtyard. Leke followed for a time, but knew that this guard was too impaired to get to the throne room in time. He lifted one of the guard's arms around his shoulders and grabbed onto him with one of his own.
"Grab on and give me directions, soldier." Leke then blasted forward at a much faster pace than they would by running, but still nowhere near his maximum speed. The palace hallways had too tight of corners to maneuver flight, especially with the added weight. Carrying the man through a dimly lit hallway, the two soon approached the courtyard.
However, they would be met with force. Leke sensed it before he saw it - a power was slowly increasing in the courtyard. The two could see a ball of Ki being formed in the distance, and Leke thought he recognized what the power's source was, but he couldn't put a name to it. However, when getting closer, the would-be assailant mentioned that she was from the Saiyan Military. The voice was very familiar...
A lightbulb shined in Leke's mind. Celeh, Akassa's "bodyguard"! It had to be her. By the time Celeh had told them they had one final warning before she fired, Leke and the guard would be within distance to where she would recognize Leke, not only by his armour, but by his face.
"Celeh! Stand down, it's me, Prince Leke! Why aren't you with Akassa?" The prince had many questions for the Princess' bodyguard, but another rumble coming from the castle and a look from the guard forced him to forget about them.
"Bah! We're out of time! This guard knows how to get to the King, and my brother and sister. The main hallway is blocked off by too much rubble. Come with us, we could use more firepower." Leke knew that they needed every single bit of ki they could muster to defeat this threat. It's full power rivaled Ninjin's and Akassa's strengths, and the prince felt as though that was only the beginning.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2014 17:50:52 GMT -5
And he would be right; it was only the beginning. As the two warriors approached Celeh, the injured soldier assisted by the admirable Leke, she would no doubt recognize them. The Prince was Akassa’s brother after all, and she the Princess’ guard. Clutching his side in apparent agony, the saiyan would look up to see Celeh standing before them.
“Celeh! Good you have come…”
Reaching across his body with his free hand, he touched his palm to the side of the honorable saiyan which aided him in this dire time. Instantly an energy wave burst forth from his hand, far more powerful than he was capable. Anything was possible, but one would be farfetched to believe that anyone could escape such a sneak attack. Especially given that the soldier’s other arm was wrapped around the back of Leke’s neck for support.
Luckily for the saiyan prince the attack was not lethal as the apparent traitor could not gather his full power to unleash the blast without giving away his attention. It would send him flying into a stone pillar of the courtyard, and would certainly knock the wind out of him, though it would leave no lasting injury. Simultaneously while firing the beam, without taking his eyes of Celeh, his iris would glow red for a split second before twin beams sprang forth. The target: the ball of ki in Celeh’s hand which, upon impact, would cause an explosion inches from the female warrior.
“…I would not you late for your own execution.”
Smiling, the solider would stand uninhibited by the injuries he feigned moments earlier to face the recovering warriors. Quickly, and frighteningly, his power level would rise as his body slowly began to change form. He would reveal himself to be a namekian, wearing a white cape, boots, gloves and shorts. A golden belt and matching straps across the chest would finish the holy ensemble. He was Naitram; the premiere Manhunter for the United Church of One; and his power level stabilized at 25,000.
It truly was only the beginning.
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Post by Celeh on Jan 12, 2014 15:08:06 GMT -5
Celeh felt the next rumble from the castle and grunted as she glanced in the direction she heard it from. Her hand remained pointed at the Prince and the guard until she looked back at them to see who they were. She breathed a sigh of relief when her eyes came to rest on the face of the youngest son of the King. Leke's words were right in line with what was going through the soldier's mind. They had to get to the throne room as soon as possible. She was about to open her mouth and speak when the guard next to Leke unleashed a blast at the Prince and then fired another blast at her. Her eyes widened and her teeth gritted as the blast came toward her. She flicked her wrist downward so the blast was no longer pointing at Leke and the guard, instead choosing to loose her own blast at the ground in front of her as to create a bit of smoke cover. A mere moment after letting the blast go, she flicked her wrist and elbow to her right side, backhanding the attack launched at her toward her right side behind her, sending it up and over the courtyard wall.
Now things were even more serious than before. Celeh's heart was pounding like a machine gun. She could feel her blood pumping like mad. She wasn't sure how this fellow knew her name, but clearly he wasn't a member of the guard and he was certainly party to whatever attack was being carried out. As his voice reached her ears through the smoke an unlikely expression spread across her face. Celeh was smiling. All her training, mental preparation, discipline...her whole life had been leading up to moments like this. And with all her being, she would reach beyond herself in this trial. Whoever this attacker was, he had no idea what he'd just stepped into. Despite her recent losses in the tournament and her failure to find her brother's killer, Celeh was more confident in her abilities than she'd ever been, because now they had a purpose that SHE had chosen, and not just the will of others deciding her actions.
With the smoke still standing around her, Celeh dashed forward with all her speed, leaving behind an after image for the Namekian to see as the smoke cleared. She kept very low to the ground, dropping to a slide as she left the smoke to hopefully stay out of the Namekian's direct sight. With him having blasted Leke away it's unlikely that he'd have direct cover using the Prince, and Celeh pushed off the ground with both hands when she got close enough, aiming to drive both her heels, one after the other, into his chest. She would repeat these kicks three times with each leg or until he managed to disrupt her attack. If her distraction was enough to deceive him then she might just get in a decisive blow right from the beginning.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jan 13, 2014 21:42:36 GMT -5
Alarms went off in Leke's head as soon as the "guard" touched Leke on the hip. His eyes flicked to his left, but he had no time to say anything or perform another action before being blasted away by the Manhunter's sneak attack. Searing pain raced from his side as his body was sent off opposite to the pair of Celeh and Naitram, out into the courtyard. The "guard"'s actions stunned him so that he could not even think to avoid-
Smash! went the youngest prince's body through a stone pillar, leaving it disheveled and Leke with a sore back. In a heap on the ground, the Hattori prince groggily tried to find himself. He did not see that coming. The guard was a traitor? Oh no, Celeh!
Leke quickly came to and flipped up, but realized the situation that Celeh was in immediately. He could sense that both Leke and Celeh were close to the man's power, and combined, well over it, but he was still more powerful than either one alone. They were both holding back their true power as well, and it was more than likely he had some special things for them in store. An assassin with a Power Level of 25,000 to kill a Prince would be laughable. No way that was all he had in him.
But he had tricks up his sleeve. He knew now that he was a Namekian; or at least, he assumed the form of one. He was a shapeshifter... Interesting. Leke quickly took note of what his energy felt like - very dark and ominous, if that was possible. If in a shuffle, the Manhunter took the form of Celeh to try and confuse Leke, he would know immediately who was the real bodyguard of Akassa in a heartbeat.
In a flash, Celeh seemed to be in two places at once, moving into the smoke and staying in front of the Namekian. It was hard to tell from where he was, but Leke knew that she had gotten a lot stronger since they first met in the throne room of the palace, before the tournament... It seemed like such a long time ago, but it hadn't even been a year. He had already grown at least fivefold stronger, if not more, and his siblings had grown much as well. Besides strength, each learned their own special techniques. Celeh had her own bag of tricks with her today, it seemed.
Time for action was now, Leke thought. While the Manhunter would be preoccupied with Celeh's attacks, Leke blasted forward, not caring for who he really was. All that mattered to him was that he struck him and was apparently with these invaders on their home. That's all Leke needed to put everything he had into flying forward and striking at where the Namekian was with multiple punches and kicks. They had to go hard and fast if they wanted to have a good start to this battle.
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Jan 15, 2014 6:07:49 GMT -5
Celeh: PL: 21,430 / x2: 42,860 / Oozaru: 107,150
Leke: PL: 20,503 / Full Power: 41,006 / Oozaru: 102,515
PL lock carried over from previous thread.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 11:15:54 GMT -5
Naitram was immediately thankful. He had believed that the saiyans would be weak and easy prey that he would so easily step forth and strike them down. However, as saiyans often do, both of his assigned targets’ powers had noticeably grown in a short amount of time. It was his preference to be charged with the deaths of worthy opponents, though he accepted any missions handed to him by the Church without quarrel. After all, loyalty was his strongest attribute.
The bodyguard of the Princess, the one known as Celeh, was a quick thinker, immediately turning a bad situation into an advantage. The ball of ki in her hands, which would have become a bomb inches from her face if the red beams have reached it, was turned into cover for both his attack and her own. But she would be in for a surprise, as the Manhunter Beams had more uses than simple ‘eye beams.’ Activating it once more, but dialing back the power so the beams were physically invisible and harmless, the beams gave him what some might deem as ‘x-ray vision.’
Though, to most, the smoke would have easily concealed the afterimage enough to deceive their opponent, his enhanced vision saw through the charade. She was fast, fast enough to get right in front of him before he noticed her. Meanwhile, to his merit, Leke had recovered from the surprise attack and was intent on sandwiching the warrior in a melee between himself and Celeh. However, Naitram had spent over a hundred years perfecting the art form of fighting, and had found himself in a similar situation before.
“I would not do that.”
He stated emotionlessly as his body became transparent; with both warriors already full committed to their attacks, and mere inches away, they would pass right through him and collide into one another, momentum and vigor being their enemy in this predicament. Naitram would simply stroll away as the two hit, taking several long steps before turning back to face the two. His body’s opacity would change once more as the intangibility faded. Though he would not show it, the move was quite straining and thus could only be used sparingly [two post cooldown]. Despite their failure, the duo showed skill and tenacity.
“You are worthy prey; for apes. I will take pride in adding your tails to my collection.”
It was an ever growing assortment of appalling trophies; grim reminders of his unblemished service. The mere sight of the wall which displayed them would be enough to render any saiyan vehemently sick. His eyes glowing a blinding red one more, Manhunter Beam would leap forth once again. However, these were not neutered to the point of being a support technique; no these were full powered beams. Unlike the weaker versions he fire before releasing his suppressed ki and powering up to his base, these were dangerous. They could singe skin and cause serious burns just passing by inches away from their intended targets. The dual super heated beams sped at the mass of saiyans; while Naitram’s demonic smile returned.
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Post by Celeh on Jan 19, 2014 1:07:16 GMT -5
The soldier was, quite honestly, caught off guard by the sudden incorporeality of her opponent. With herself and Prince Leke now passing through the Namekian, they would certainly collide. Celeh had made the first attack, and so she passed through him first. Her feet would be roughly aimed at Leke's chest. If the Prince didn't resist or try to toss Celeh aside, the soldier had a plan. She couldn't prevent him from taking the initial kick, but she might be able to recover and give the Namekian a good surprise attack.
This assassin talked big, and acted as though he was absolutely in control. It nagged at the back of Celeh's mind. What made him think he was better than her? He was nothing but a deceiver. He wasn't a warrior. The initial moves he'd shown them had all been tricks, or they were used to support one of his other tricks. She would show him not to underestimate her, or any saiyan for that matter, ever again.
If Leke didn't interfere Celeh would kick off of his chest with both feet, not kicking him, but instead planting her feet on his chest as he moved toward her legs and then shoving off. She would be sure to apologize to him later if this worked out. Unfortunately Celeh had not predicted that he'd be taking them seriously after the way he spoke and acted. That second attack so quickly after his rather impressive trick would certainly throw a wrench in her plans. As she would zoom through the air toward him she brought her left arm up and took one of the eye beams directly into her forearm. She gritted her teeth and growled in pain as skin was melted off her forearm and basically flash-cooked. This only made her angrier, but to a disciplined soldier that anger wasn't a means to lose her head. It was a fuel to keep her going. And she pushed through the attack, the other eye beam having narrowly missed her to one side.
With her one good arm now, Celeh would swing a full force punch at the face of the Namekian. Given that she would have launched herself off of Leke, Celeh would have plenty of speed and be able to deliver one heck of a punch. If it didn't knock out their opponent at least temporarily she believed it would certainly addle him a bit and give Leke time to recover. He might even have time to launch an attack of his own if the other part of Celeh's attack was successful as well. She was not so one dimensional as to believe a simple, single punch could put down an enemy like this. Her primary punch was as much an attack as it was a ruse. Her tail would make a quick swipe and reach down to grab the ankle of the green being, jerking with all its might if it got a hold as to floor him. Should this be effective as well, she would quickly aim to land both her feet on his chest and then drop down to a knee with that knee set to plant itself firmly between his eyes.
But alas, this would all be for naught if Leke moved out of the way of her spring boarding action.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Jan 22, 2014 9:50:09 GMT -5
Leke, in his furious state, did not even notice that his opponent seemed to fade slightly as he approached him. Good thing though that Celeh had thought on her feet. Leke tossed a punch forward only to meet air, but received a mighty two-footed kick from Celeh that shoved both backwards, Celeh propelling herself and the Hattori kid stumbling backwards. He was quite confused by the Namekian's technique. He was able to make himself intangible? What kind of guy were they dealing with? The Manhunter sure had a ton of tricks for somebody who thought he was going to kill them both.
Almost before Leke could finish his thought, he detected a short buildup of ki from the Manhunter again, who had dropped far backwards after making himself intangible just moments before. Leke regained his footing in time to see two beams of ki erupt from the Namekian's eyes. The Hattori kid quickly dropped to his back to narrowly avoid the beam that did not clip Celeh, but it lost him precious seconds in this fight. Leke quickly got back to his feet and rushed forward again only to find Celeh still charging at the Namekian.
They would have to fight together better - the problem was, the two had never fought like this before, not even against Akassa. He internally vowed that after this was all over, if they survived it, Leke would get to know the young woman more. Leke roared and unlocked every gate holding back his ki in his body, a furious flare of red-and-gold ki erupting around him as he powered up to his maximum strength, and blasted off in the direction of the fight. Wherever the Namekian went, if he escaped Celeh's attacks, Leke would immediately follow and toss blasts of ki at. If Celeh managed to tag the Namekian and stun him at least, the Hattori prince would jump into the fray and deliver a punch or kick to wherever he could manage to hit.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2014 18:03:26 GMT -5
(OOC: Celeh, are you wearing your training weights? You made no mention of wearing them, or not wearing them (as Leke did), and have been writing as if unencumbered, so I thought as much; however I did not want to assume.)
The woman proved could think on her feet, quite literally, as she immediately adjusted herself to the height difference between her intended target and the youngest son of Tsuyo. Planting her feet into her ally’s chest she thrust herself backwards, right towards the jade invader. A look of momentary surprise caught her as she found herself face to face with the Manhunter Beam. Though she was able to dodge one, she could not escape both, and shielded her body from its potency with her forearm. By the time she reached him the skin was all but gone, leaving only exposed muscle and charred tissue.
“Arrogant fool!”
The namekian hissed, furious at her unhealthy determination. Just as she had not expected the beams to be waiting for her when she vaulted off Leke, he did not expect her to sacrifice a limb for a chance at him. So as she reached him, at a power lower, yet still comparable, to his own, he too had to think on his feet. Assuming by her actions thus far that she was a capable warrior, it was needless to say she would not just roast her arm for a single punch.
Instead of attempting to block the swing, he reached out with his right arm, and just as her right fist collided with his cheek, he grasped her charred limb. With a sickening, if not now a somewhat misshapen, smile he dug his sharp, pointed, nails into the hideous mass of exposed muscle and patchwork skin. The pain would be immense if not overwhelming; knowledge from which he derived great pleasure.
“You will not defeat me, saiyan filth; you only prolong the inevitable.”
He chided through clenched teeth as his face recovered from the blow. Meanwhile, the everlasting Leke quickly took a back bump to escape the remaining crimson beam. A split second after he was clear, the prince was back to his feet. Unleashing his inner potential with a howl he then launched once more into the fray.
Though distracted by the woman warrior striking him in the face, Naitram was still aware of the approaching boy. Thanks to Leke’s yell, and Namekians’ impeccable hearing, he assessed his growing power and determined an appropriate course of action. As he slid backwards from the momentum of the blow dealt, he grasped the attacking arm with his remaining hand. It would be simple; as the boy neared he would use the girl as a shield from his attacks, and then, when she was sufficiently dead, he would use her to body to swat him away.
The fight would be over before it really began. However, plans are not foresight; they are simply plans, and no plan is foolproof. So he was left rather surprised when he felt the anguishing woman’s tail wrap around his leg and trip him. The momentum of her strike carried him backwards, and as it did she re-positioned her body, fighting through the pain to invite a new limb into the frenzy. Should would drive him skull first into the ground with the knee, but he would not allow such a thing.
Using a quick spurt of bukujutsu he over rotated their collective mass so instead of landing back first, it would be head first. However, since she had moved her body up in order to drive the knee into his face, while his antennae just skimmed the surface the hundred eighty degree spin would slam her head first into the dirt. Relinquishing his hold of her, he would continue the rotation solo so as to spin a full three hundred sixty degrees and return to his original standing position.
“Commendable effort, however-”
Having been ‘tripped up,’ Naitram had lost track of the boy for but a second; all that the youngest prince needed apparently as the saiyan’s foot cut off the Manhunter’s arrogant retort. With the boy’s max power now well above the assailant’s current state, he had no time to react or defend against the kick. He went flying back and into another pillar of stone; revenge for the fight’s initial blow which did the same to Leke.
Moments later the rubble exploded, revealing Naitram encircled in an intense white aura as his power level rocketed up to 75,000. His muscles and eyes bulging, the once calm creature took on a subtly more demonic expression. Opening his mouth fully for the first time revealed fangs as his white cape was whipped around his engorged body by his surging aura.
“Come forth apes; face your unmaking.”
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Celeh
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Post by Celeh on Jan 29, 2014 11:05:45 GMT -5
The soldier's face shifted to a wide smirk as she smashed the Namekian in his face. But it seemed that her attack wasn't enough to fully knock him down and out. He quickly grasped at her injured arm, though, and caught her before she was expecting a counterattack. Her teeth grinded and her face turned red from anger, frustration, and pain. She breathed deeply through her nose and held her stance despite him playing in the scorched flesh of her arm with his sharp nails. "Nnnggghh...ggrrr..." She was trying to fight through the pain to take another swing at him, but just as she drew her fist back his nails dug in and scraped against the bone, tearing through a large chunk of muscle at the same time. She winced and yelled, "A-aaaaggghhhh!!!" And just like that she was thrown by his quick rotation, not even fully aware of what happened just now because of the pain. Her head bounced off the ground and she was left laying in a daze as he and Leke had a little engagement.
By the time she was able to stand, somewhat staggered still, their foe had powered up to far beyond what she was capable of herself. Her head was hazy, her arm was unusable, and her opponent was far stronger than her. But a nagging voice in the back of her mind, perhaps even more than one, would not be silent until she absolutely put all her strength on the line. This Namekian attacked her homeland, insulted her people, and belittled her ability. Her teeth gritted and her aquamarine aura sprang up from her feet. It flowed upward like a fountain. The flow started light and slow, and quickly grew along with her power. By the time she was at her full power, her aura was rushing up and down her frame like the ocean tide rushing in and out.
Celeh raised her good arm and pointed all her fingers on that hand at Naitram. Small glimmering orbs formed on the tip of her four fingers and her thumb. She'd normally do this attack with both hands, but there was an advantage to only using one hand. She would conserve energy. And though this wouldn't be finisher caliber in terms of power, if all the explosions intermingled and managed to catch Naitram in the blast, it would still be enough to hurt him, she hoped. For now, though, she had to take the time to focus and charge the Nova Scattershot.
OOC:Charge 1, Full Power(Weights off) Sorry I didn't specify that earlier. I was not intending for her to have her weights on.
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Post by Leke Hattori on Feb 3, 2014 22:51:49 GMT -5
OOC: Sincerely apologize for the wait and crappy post.
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Leke couldn't even muster a smirk as his boot collided with the Namekian's face, sending him sprawling backwards through a pillar. Not in the heat of battle, not in his anger; he was in the zone. Still fully powered-up, he soon found out that he dwarved both the Manhunter and Celeh, though he figured neither were at full strength. He was done playing around. This shapeshifting bastard was going to tear apart his world, his family, and his race. The prince would not let that happen if he was alive to stop it.
He roared, not even looking back to see if Celeh was okay, and charged forward at full speed, but was blown away by massive gusts of wind produced by the Manhunter's energy. Leke was tossed like a ragdoll and desposited mere feet from Akassa's bodyguard as Naitram ascended to what could possibly be his full power, far exceeding his own. The prince gave a groan as he picked himself slowly off the ground, fighting back the energy that was trying to push him back. This guy was ridiculous - first he can shapeshift, then he can become intangible, and now he's so strong? Where did they make this guy?
The Hattori son's confidence rose though as he detected Celeh's power rising next to him. She ascended into a state as powerful as Leke's, not ever wanting to give up. Leke gritted his teeth and sent out a burst of energy that fought back the winds, which had died down as the Manhunter reached the peak of his power. A tenseness hung in the air as the three powers stood facing at each other; the Royal and the bodyguard would give it all against this terrorist.
Leke looked to Celeh and nodded. No words had to be said, they knew what had to be done - anything to get rid of this guy. Celeh raised one arm and appeared to charge an attack, her power growing even beyond what it was before; Leke was taken aback. She mustered so much strength, that surpassed his own, with one arm? While so injured? These guys were just... Ridiculous. Leke couldn't believe anything anymore. His conventional thinking had failed him today... But it also told him now that this blast was all they had against this guy.
The prince then knew what he had to do. Celeh had to be protected - a very odd prospect, as Leke thought about it; it was her duty to protect Akassa and the other Royals. He would've laughed at any other time. The Hattori barely-a-teenager gritted his teeth and gave another battle cry before charging ahead at Naitram at full blast. He would have to be smart about facing this guy, for sure - he sure as H.F.I.L. was way stronger than him. He had to fight smart. Leke tossed a small ball of ki that would split into two and smash into the ground several feet in front of the Manhunter, kicking up rubble and dust. It hadn't worked for Celeh before, but that was what he was counting on - Naitram would be so confident that he'd stop the same manuever that he would never expect it to be a diversion... At least, the teenager hoped. He was still young and foolish.
Leke would follow up that dust kick-up with firing off several blasts of ki in a line, all slowly moving, again diversions. The last attack would be a charging of his own beam of energy, which he released just as the first blast would enter the immediate vicinity of the Namekian. Perhaps, if the way he defeated the dust-hidden attacks before was using his senses, the ki blasts would mask the beam. He would be off-guard if he just lazily tossed aside the small blasts. The beam would make sure of that, though it wouldn't do any significant damage even if he just took the hit. He was too powerful for that, but he at least bought Celeh a little bit more time to charge her own attack. That was the plan.
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