Post by Dion on Feb 28, 2023 22:12:45 GMT -5
The Saiyan on standby watched the raging waters before him explode in a frothy pillar of blue and white, revealing from its depths the purveyor of his continued cruelty ready to make fresh mince meat out of his already healthily hazed hide. Panting, Dion wiped away the mixture of sweat and blood that brewed upon his brow, grunting audibly in pain as he forced his posture to straighten, unwilling to allow any visage of weakness to be worn upon his person. Yes, the odds were heavily in favor of a Salvo sweep, and his survival wasn't even guaranteed- but he was still a Saiyan, and he would at least make the effort to die on his feet like one.
Aura rousing around him in a subtle, yet still stormy glow, Dion spat out one more glob of blood from his gasping maw, gritting his teeth as he pulled from deep within himself the last of his gas tank- the little fumes he was able to make into a flame cascading in great waves of muddled blue Ki surrounding the bartender. In all reality, this was more a front than anything- a fancy light show to take away from the lack of actual physical change the young man was able to undergo.
Still, it wasn't about winning, losing, or pushing through his limits anymore. All that was left for Dion to do was ensure the people he caused this entire conflict to save made it out okay. If that took a bit more stalling on his part, then so be it.
Salvo's temperament didn't lend her to be one to finish the job when it was finished, anyways, seeing as her goading and taunting appeared to be the only thing as consistent as her persistent cruelty in their sustained combat. Eyes narrowing, Dion felt his pride somewhat wounded- pride he hadn't even realized he had until now.
Whatever he came to feel didn't matter all that much, however, in the face of absolute fact. And the fact of the matter was that Dion was down on the cards in a way he hadn't been since he was a child. So much so that there remained only one way of saving both his and the innocents' skins now.
Unfortunately, his last resort was just a touch out of reach- Dion wasn't nearly at the level of energy needed to carry it out yet. He hadn't used this technique since his clash with Kabe, and even back then it was a hassle to hurl at the captain because of the sheer amount of Ki it required to conduct. He'd have to stall for just a little while longer- and Dion hoped Salvo's attitude would enable him to do so.
Not willing to take any chances, however, Dion refused to try and verbally hold off any further assaults, instead opting to do what he always did when backed up against a corner- and fight his way out of it.
Calming his breathing enough to regain some sense of clarity to his composure, Dion stared unyieldingly into Salvo's smirking expression, aura reigniting brighter than it had been when underneath the raging waves as the Saiyan spoke in an ever-defiant tone, "I might not have much of a spark left, but I've got just enough left in me to KNOCK YOUR LIGHTS OUT!"
Completely false, of course, but if the Saiyan had anything semi-permanent in this ever-changing world, it was his stubborn warrior spirit. Charging forward, Dion reeled his fist back- only to fire off yet another Ki-powered snap at Salvo just as he was nearly about to close the distance between the two of them. Hoping to use that current of Ki to occupy her even just for a couple of seconds, Dion would then go for a low leg sweep, hoping to turn her about in the air just enough to position her perfectly for a square soccer kick to the jaw.
If Salvo could fight without any sense of technique or prowess to her movement, Dion could too- and if that meant soccer punting her right in her cocky maw, then he'd give her the goal kick of the century if need be.
Anything to get him those few extra seconds to recharge.
Aura rousing around him in a subtle, yet still stormy glow, Dion spat out one more glob of blood from his gasping maw, gritting his teeth as he pulled from deep within himself the last of his gas tank- the little fumes he was able to make into a flame cascading in great waves of muddled blue Ki surrounding the bartender. In all reality, this was more a front than anything- a fancy light show to take away from the lack of actual physical change the young man was able to undergo.
Still, it wasn't about winning, losing, or pushing through his limits anymore. All that was left for Dion to do was ensure the people he caused this entire conflict to save made it out okay. If that took a bit more stalling on his part, then so be it.
Salvo's temperament didn't lend her to be one to finish the job when it was finished, anyways, seeing as her goading and taunting appeared to be the only thing as consistent as her persistent cruelty in their sustained combat. Eyes narrowing, Dion felt his pride somewhat wounded- pride he hadn't even realized he had until now.
Whatever he came to feel didn't matter all that much, however, in the face of absolute fact. And the fact of the matter was that Dion was down on the cards in a way he hadn't been since he was a child. So much so that there remained only one way of saving both his and the innocents' skins now.
Unfortunately, his last resort was just a touch out of reach- Dion wasn't nearly at the level of energy needed to carry it out yet. He hadn't used this technique since his clash with Kabe, and even back then it was a hassle to hurl at the captain because of the sheer amount of Ki it required to conduct. He'd have to stall for just a little while longer- and Dion hoped Salvo's attitude would enable him to do so.
Not willing to take any chances, however, Dion refused to try and verbally hold off any further assaults, instead opting to do what he always did when backed up against a corner- and fight his way out of it.
Calming his breathing enough to regain some sense of clarity to his composure, Dion stared unyieldingly into Salvo's smirking expression, aura reigniting brighter than it had been when underneath the raging waves as the Saiyan spoke in an ever-defiant tone, "I might not have much of a spark left, but I've got just enough left in me to KNOCK YOUR LIGHTS OUT!"
Completely false, of course, but if the Saiyan had anything semi-permanent in this ever-changing world, it was his stubborn warrior spirit. Charging forward, Dion reeled his fist back- only to fire off yet another Ki-powered snap at Salvo just as he was nearly about to close the distance between the two of them. Hoping to use that current of Ki to occupy her even just for a couple of seconds, Dion would then go for a low leg sweep, hoping to turn her about in the air just enough to position her perfectly for a square soccer kick to the jaw.
If Salvo could fight without any sense of technique or prowess to her movement, Dion could too- and if that meant soccer punting her right in her cocky maw, then he'd give her the goal kick of the century if need be.
Anything to get him those few extra seconds to recharge.
PL: 220,000 - KP: 5/6 - Sazerac Singe (20%, 1 KP) used for a damage potential of 44,000 - MP: 4/6 (+2 MP for Tech usage and the turn) - HP: 114/250 - WC: 747 - TWC: 5796