The Namekian announcer stepped forward onto the arena, giving the crowd a short wave before bowing. "Hello, everybody! Welcome back to the next round of the losers bracket, where even those who have fallen may yet find glory!" The crowd cheered, more than ready to see who would be up to the plate first out of all of those exciting fighters!
"For this next bout, we have Captain Salvo making yet another return! Returning as well is the Arcosian of the Empire, Verst!" The crowd cheered for the two fighters, as both were moderately well known for around the tournament crowd now, and it was always a treat to see how two fighters of their power would duke it out.
The announcer then took a step back and addressed the two fighters directly before clearing the arena. "Okay! The winner of this fight will be decided by either knockout or ring-out. If the match has not naturally concluded by the time limit, then our panel of judges will independently determine a winner. The only other rule is that no form of flight may be used in the bout. If I am understood, then... Let the battle begin!"
The second round of the Loser's Bracket begins! This fight will end and be judged on Monday, June 12th if a winner has not yet been decided by either ring-out or knockout by then!
Post by Captain Verst on Jun 3, 2023 10:13:22 GMT -5
Another bright day burned into the Arcosian’s will to remain on this planet, the heat soared, coating the tournament ground in waves of heat distortion as Verst approached the arena, in his base form. Being around 4 feet tall, he would be nearly invisible until he reached the steps up to the tournament ground itself.
He stepped forward as he was addressed and made his way to his mark on the far side from Salvo. After being introduced, he raised a single arm with a wave and a smirk, before nodding to his familiar Arcosian followers. Sweat already made its presence known on his forehead, but a little heat never stopped a fight with the sun raider.
He had previously met his opponent, if only briefly on his visit to Konats, but it nearly turned violent before Verst left. Now here they were on Namek, ready to fight, this time however, it was more at stake than a planetary survey.
“It’s been a few months, hasn’t it, Captain…” He gave a smirk, “Let’s see how we match up after all shall we?” The small Arcosian rushed towards the Heran with a devious grin, his mask slid into place as he launched a flurry of punches, kicks and tail swipes at his foe.
Nothing to reveal just yet. But plenty to come.
Thread PL: 41400 KP:6 MP: 0 + 1 = 1 (post) HP: 250% Resources: Supremacy, Durability, Die by my Hand, Restrained Might (Active), Avenger WC: 221
Post by Captain Salvo on Jun 4, 2023 16:06:02 GMT -5
SALVO'S PL: 67,000
PL MULTIPLIERS: None
Salvo marched confidently into the arena yet again, with the place now feeling almost like a second home of sorts to her. She may have gotten kicked out of the main tournament bracket in just her second fight, but she'd sure made it pretty far in these losers bracket rounds. Maybe she'd manage to go all the way and snag a sort of honorary second place! She actually wasn't totally clear about how all that worked out around the prizes and stuff, but she'd find out sooner enough.
For this next round, Salvo found herself standing against a vaguely familiar face. He seemed to recognize her, anyway. She frowned and narrowed her eyes at the mutedly-colored Arcosian for a moment, until she finally did recognize him. "Ah, right, yer that bloke Ah bumped into on Arcose, yea? Th' one wot turned tail and wet 'imself when Ah made it clear he'd wandered into me own turf?" She wasn't sure she'd caught his name back then, but the tournament announcer had just revealed it to be Verst. Salvo cracked a smile. "Oh, this is gonna be a fun one," she stated.
The pirate raised her fists and cracked her knuckles, then her neck, all the while her crimson eyes zeroed in on the red and yellow lizard. Should she strike first and knock him out in an instant? Or should she toy with him a bit, first? Either way, unless he wanted to immediately forfeit, he'd have no way to run away from her might this time. "A'right, then, bub," she stated as she placed her hands on her hips and smirked down at him. "Let it not be said that Ah'm not a fair fighter, so Ah'll be lettin' ye have th' first shot. In fact, Ah won't even bother tryin' to block it. One free hit on me - that's the only one ye'll be gittin' in fer the whole fight, anyway."
Salvo stood tall and braced herself for impact. She doubted he could possibly do much to her in a single hit, even if he poured all his might into the attack... But she couldn't deny her curiosity to see just how far he could push himself before she whooped him down to size.
Post by Captain Verst on Jun 9, 2023 6:26:11 GMT -5
Bait, plain and obvious but oh so tempting. The play is, of course, to absorb the first attack from Verst to allow for a clean strike at him, but it was also not to be ignored. “Yes, I did leave, you weren’t worth my time. And, to be clear, you still aren’t” He said with a smirk, it was nice to have some back and forth, his last few fights had been far too serious. Perhaps he might take this one to its logical conclusion.
Now, now was the time to reveal his full strength, In his last few fights he had held back, to hide his strength until it became relevant. Now was the time. He needed to tap into his True form, no more charades. He took a few deep breaths, eyes closed, mind open. Mentally, he traversed a dark corridor, upon the walls were images of his other forms, his large brutish form adorned with horns and muscle, his wolf-like monstrosity, and finally, a locked door. He had opened it to battle against Brumal, and now it was called upon again. He reached for the handle and he was surrounded by burning light.
Externally, Verst had bent into a squat, grimacing and seething, his eyes unfocused and faded out into the distance beyond Salvo, as his muscles popped into place, his body grew and his armour expanded with him, a great uproarious scream escaped and shook the arena momentarily as he took a step into his new form.
He darted towards Salvo, with a flurry of kicks, whirls and tail swipes, trying to knock them off their feet. So they could grovel at their mistake.
Post by Captain Salvo on Jun 9, 2023 18:39:48 GMT -5
SALVO'S PL: 67,000
PL MULTIPLIERS: None
The Arcosian fellow was a bit slow to respond, but he did eventually get back to Salvo, and prompted her to furrow her brows and frown. He didn't consider her 'worth his time?' Then what the hell was worth his time? She could squad him like a bug and fold him like a sheet of paper if she so desired. Maybe she ought to do that - then he'd consider her more 'worth his time.' Salvo rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently, awaiting the end of the lizard's dramatic transformation. She'd normally rush in and punch him in the face immediately, but she had sort of made a show of letting him get the first hit in.
At last, he had finished, and she could immediately tell he was quite a bit stronger. That being said... He could hardly be called 'strong enough.' The Heran cracked her knuckles, and then her neck. And then, her power flared up tremendously as well - far further than his had managed to. If he was going to be a little brat, then Salvo saw no need to stoop her strength down near his level.
She'd show him that she was very much worth his time.
Verst rushed in at her, and his foot slammed with incredible force into Salvo's gut, along with his slimy little tail smashing into her side. It did cause Salvo to slide back against the arena floor a ways, and sure did leave something of a sore feeling in her stomach - prompting her to silently curse that one Saiyan who had made it so raw some months back - but, all in all, she was fine. She scoffed. "That's it? That's th' best ye can manage against me in one hit?"
Salvo took one step forward, drew her pistol, and grinned. "Pathetic." In an instant, the Heran raised up her weapon and fired off a single, but incredibly potent blast at Verst, one that swiftly exploded and shook the entire arena as it did, leaving behind a massive crater where it had detonated. Had Verst survived? Salvo wasn't even sure. Though, this far into the tournament, she didn't really mind getting booted for murder. Playing by the rules this long was growing stale.
Salvo transforms into her Choice Spirit (x6) form, hitting the tournament PL cap of 400,000! She then activates her Heran Thirst for Blood trait, granting her Max Power! She's then hit by Verst's attack in full and takes 31% damage! Finally, she fires off [Heavy] Fire in the Hole! at Verst, sending a 440,000 (110%) PL attack his way!
HP: 0/250 > 31/250 KP: 6/6 > 0/6 MP: 1/6 > 2/6
Last Edit: Jun 9, 2023 18:40:01 GMT -5 by Captain Salvo
Post by Captain Salvo on Jun 12, 2023 16:41:46 GMT -5
SALVO'S PL: 400,000
PL MULTIPLIERS: Choice Spirit (x6)
When all was said and done, and the smoke finally cleared out, Verst was, in fact, not dead, though the explosive force of Salvo's attack had certainly sent him flying out of the ring. In a single blow, Salvo had secured herself the victory. "Heh," she smirked to herself as she cockily raised the muzzle of her gun up to her lips and blew the smoke out from it. "Not worth yer time, eh?" she repeated before sheathing her weapon and walking up towards the edge of the ring just near where Verst had landed. She bent over slightly from her raised position, her hands placed on her hips as she leered over her significantly weaker opponent, her crimson eyes peering into him.
"Yer the one who ain't worth me time, ye stinkin' bilge rat," she coldly stated. Someone like Verst, who confidently threw out boasts and insults without so much as an ounce of his own weight to back up those sorts of claims... Those were the types Salvo simply couldn't stand. "And, fer the record, if we weren't in this fancy shmancy tournament settin' 'n all, I'd have shot to kill. Sometin' t' keep in mind the next time ye wanna act all high 'n mighty wit' me." Her warning delivered, Salvo turned around and walked off, all the way across the arena to the area she'd entered it from, then hopped off herself, not sparing so much as a moment to wait for the announcer to come back and confirm her victory.
After all, with her as the victor here, all that remained was the final round - she may not be in a position to take home the absolute gold anymore, but still, she was quite certain that the winner of the losers bracket was still primed to take home a hefty bounty themselves. Only one more opponent stood between her and her loot... And she'd be sure to take 'em down!
Salvo rings out Verst and takes home victory for this round! She also exits the thread. Final word count: 1,122
"And that is the match!" declared the Namekian announcer as he stepped onto the stage, shortly after the fighting had come to a close. The crowd let out a cheer for both participants in the battle, who, while they had not had much of a chance to show off their fighting skills this time, had nevertheless displayed some impressively powerful attacks, and each of them had similarly displayed their fighting prowess in the rounds before. "It goes without saying, but the winner of this match is the Heran pirate, Salvo! Everybody please clap for her," stated the announcer, and the crowd cheered vigorously for the victory.
The Namekian also gestured towards Verst as he added, "However, let us not forget our runner-up in this match, who put up quite an impressive performance and came very far for someone not even at the power limits of the tournament. Please cheer for the Arcosian fighter, Verst!" Once again, the crowd erupted in a cheer of support for Verst, with many in the audience impressed to have seen him come this far.
"That is all for this battle, but please do not go anywhere, as the next and final round shall commence shortly!"
Post by Captain Verst on Jun 23, 2023 20:30:03 GMT -5
Verst blinked and blinked again. For him, time had passed but a few microseconds, he was ready to retaliate against the bright light assaulting him, prepared to fight. However, that light was now stationary, it was one of the stars beaming light down onto Namek.
Verst blinked hard, trying to remove the imprint of light upon his eyelids and take in his surroundings, to his left was a group of spectators clapping, some at him the others at an unseen person in the ring. To his right, however, was the stone of the arena. He grasped his hands and felt the soft ground that surrounded the small battlefield.
He realised he hadn’t taken a breath in a moment and forced air into his lungs. Everything stung and tingled unpleasantly, his muscles refused to move… Salvo’s blast had knocked him clean out for a few moments, he only awoke when the crowd started cheering.
He stood slowly, gently and cautiously, like a child recovering from a fall. He wobbled when he tried to become upright, but held it the second time. Burning had made its home across his form but this battle was done and he needed to leave standing to hold a faint glimpse of honour.
Turning slowly to face Salvo for the last time, he slowly bowed from the waist, a deep and gentle bow. Then, arising he said with a mouth dry from the intense heat. “Captain.” Another nod and he retreated down the tunnel, used one hand to guide himself along the wall, and finally when he was out of sight of the crowd, but perhaps not of Salvo or the announcer. He collapsed against the wall, enjoying the cool stone counteracting the tendrils of aftershocks that lanced through his body.
Thread exit Thread PL: 41400 KP: N/A MP: N/A HP: CRIT KO Resources: Supremacy, Durability, Die by my Hand, Restrained Might (Active), Avenger WC: 498 + 295 = 793