A Good Old-Fashioned Shootout [Open]

Rosemary has 32,337 PL.

In war, the quiet moments came and went. They were times to bury the dead. They were times to rest and recover from one's injuries. They were times to celebrate that you were still alive. This was not one of those times.

The fighting had hit a lull again, yes, but the tension remained there all the same. Even here, out in the Wastes and in supposed neutral territory, the looks and sideways glances between the Saiyans and Tuffle remained. Pirates and bandits alike roamed in search of a quick score to line their pockets at the expense of either side. Soldiers from both factions sought out further fighting just to scratch that itch.

Then, there was this asshole!

Rosemary had returned to the outpost for one reason and one reason only: to enjoy her favorite drink at her favorite bar again, after some asshole had been thrown through it the month prior. She had been too long without the taste of the imported whiskey, something that only hit just right when she was surrounded by the worst of Planet Plant.

However, the universe didn't seem it necessary to let her enjoy herself today, as the hum of a charging blaster momentarily caught her eye from her seat at the bar. Shots were fired. Shots continued to be fired. The shots didn't let up for nearly a minute. By the end of it, the bar was in tatters once more, ruined and burnt by blaster fire beyond recognition. The hybrid's body slowly became whole again, and she sneered enraged at the direction of the attack. As one hand formed from the black smoke that been her reflexive protection, it picked up the remains of her glass and tossed it angrily at the floor.

When she emerged from the assaulted bar, the town was already beginning to circle around the culprit. Dressed in her red battle armor and black, sleeveless spandex, Rosemary glared at the stranger still holding his weapon. Her head tilted in mild confusion, as when her red eyes flashed a more angry tone, she could see nothing of the man's soul...

Strange. Even machines had some sort of energy to them.

"Stand down! He's mine!" Even as the hybrid spoke angrily, her tail lashing aggressively at the air and ground around her feet, Rosemary's voiced echoed eerily within the minds of everyone in the town. She was doing nothing to control herself at the moment, and her rage and need to turn the stranger into a smear in the dirt was broadcast far and wide as her power could reach.

Black smoke poured from the corners of her mouth as she approached the attacker, rising around but not leaving her vicinity. It clung to the air like it had a mind of its own, encircling the pair with ill intent. "You have two seconds..."

Rosemary is pissed, and uses her Dark Whispers to instill her rage in those nearby. Any effect this has is up to the player.

The asshole did not use his two seconds wisely, though she was hardly in any position to be an unbiased judge. Mild confusion showed on the hybrid's face as the stranger changed... into a new coat. Had he transformed? Was he taunting them? It was absolutely infuriating that she couldn't tell. She had gotten used to being able to gauge others' battle powers recently.

"Tch." Rosemary scoffed out of the corner of her mouth. As she glared at the stranger, the smoke gathered behind her began to writhe and coalesce into physical form. In seconds, a long black club of dark iron shot out from the magical manifestation of her might and was caught by her waiting hand. If she couldn't see how strong he was with just her eyes, then she could damn sure test him with her club!

"GrraaAAGH!" She screamed loudly, swinging her weapon up into a two handed grip before bringing it back down again towards the stranger. However, in her rage and lack of control, her spirit lashed out ever more strongly. More hands emerged from the smoke that encircled the brawl, each brandishing a weapon of its own or simply balled into a tight fist. The hybrid attacked physically and magically, from all directions, in her furious desire to see this stranger broken and bleeding at her feet.

Rosemary conjures her club with Dark Visions, then attacks Pen with her Dark Pummel (12,935)!

PL: 32,337
Damage: 0%
KP: 4/6 (-2)
MP: 2/6 (+2)

Bereft of her ability to measure the stranger's battle power, she had definitely made a mistake. Pain struck her very soul from all directions, the shock of it nearly causing her to drop her club before she could land her attack. Like Vocado before him, the stranger had revealed a glaring flaw in even her magical attacks, and left Rosemary wide open to his counter.

Reeling mentally from the ache in her hands, Rosemary was moments too slow to react in any meaningful way to the last shot from his blaster. The all too familiar feeling of plasma boring its way through her chest gave her pause, causing the hybrid to stagger for a moment and giving the stranger the opening he'd needed to rush for the weakest of the trio. Her hand rose to the wound in her chest, bleeding profusely down her armor even as thin smoke trailed up from the burnt hole. She grit her teeth, and rather than think of the last time she had suffered such a wound, turned her attention to anger. To the alien who had destroyed her favorite bar again.

To destruction!

A loud, powerful beat of strength rung through the air and ground. Like a living heart, it thrashed and built ever stronger. A dull growl escaped the hybrid's mouth as her eyes burned red with abject fury, then she vanished like smoke on the wind...

A deafening roar boomed from nowhere in the middle of the town moments later. A thick, oppressive air grasped at the minds of everyone in the vicinity. Then, the earth itself shook as the beast took form from the smoke. Standing well over six stories tall, it brandished its excessively large weapon with a menacing snarl. Its eyes burned into the stranger at its feet, and its tail lashed out at the air behind it.

"You wanted a storm?" Rosemary's voice shook the windows of the nearby businesses within their frames, just as it invaded the mind and brought her unending rage with it. Much more quickly than any natural beast would move, she raised her large boot and swung it at the stranger, aiming to kick him like a child would a ball and see how far he flew!

Rosemary takes 25% damage from Pen's Gunslinger! She transforms and becomes the Makyoozaru, healing for 20% in the process! She speaks normally and telepathically at once with Dark Whispers, inspiring rage in the minds of those nearby; any effect this has is up to the player.

PL: 32,337 --> 161,685
Damage: 5% (+5%)
KP: 6/6 (+2)
MP: 0/6 (-2)