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Cello
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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 5, 2021 12:33:41 GMT -5

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Post by Cello on Apr 5, 2021 12:33:41 GMT -5

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Power Level: 5,000
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Whip Hammer Barrage: -1 KP / + 1 MP
Dmg: 1,000

He didn’t respond to the jeers that were thrown by Shakuhachi towards him. He wouldn’t admit that he had a desire for the sort of bloodshed the Dragon seemed to. Nevertheless, perhaps there was a part of him that was joyful for being able to finally try to put the other words to rest. Yet even still, his training had him well aware of the others probable potential – and what more lie beyond the surface. He would exhale softly, preparing himself mentally for the coming conflict. He wasn’t opposed to violence, hell he thrived on it. Yet even now, he felt sad that it had come to this. Namekians fighting Namekians never sat right by him, it was why he had endeavored to find a way to unity.

Shakuhachi threatened him; promising that if he walked away from this battle his village, Conch Village, would be crushed. That he himself would personally see to the eradication of the youthful hatchlings and survivors whom had gathered together to form something from nothing. He threatened decapitation and more horrific veiled threats hidden behind his words. If ever there was a moment for Cello to be enraged, this was that moment. Yet – he stood, calm and patient. Curious.

There was no doubt in the others mind that the Dragon would follow through with his threats. It was an unfortunate truth that he and his had come to learn in the coming years of their life in the harsh wastes. The Dragon Clan were not out for peace. They had persuaded and entire planet to see them as the heroes, as the just. Yet in the shadows they waged more atrocious wars than any on this Planet’s surface. Their zeal of religious desire and intent, the very way they followed Porungas Teachings as if a cult – and warping his words to allow the violence they had? Despicable.

“…Then you fight for violence, and hatred. You fight for your own self-interests. May Namek bless you with foresight – to see the damage you will bring if you are to lead…”

Without another word, the Dragon began to surge with white-flames rushed towards him at high speeds; his body half-levitating off the ground as the dash propelled him forward at a fervent pace. He seemed ready to go on the offensive, and in response, so too was the Mazoku. Thrusting his right arm outward, his limb stretching and slithering forward like a living snake. It wiggled and moved with rapid speed to wrap around the extended leg. If successful, Cello would heave with a short sound and toss the man off-course and further away from the village. His eyes were burning with determination. He was calm, patient and ready for combat.

“…Ancestors; Give me Strength…”

Without warning, Cello’s own black and violet aura began to explode around him like hungry flames licking at the air. He would take on his own combat stance, fists and elbows brought into his sides, his knees bent a bit and spread apart, as if bracing ones-self. His defensive action had been just that, a defensive action. He stood defiantly against the other, holding back his own counter-assault. He didn’t need to win – he needed to buy the others time.

“…Lets go Shakuhachi. Show me how strong you are – don’t pay attention to the weaklings that ran off, just focus on the real threat before you. Me.”

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Tabor
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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 5, 2021 18:50:22 GMT -5

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Post by Tabor on Apr 5, 2021 18:50:22 GMT -5

Both Shakuhachi and Cello were now engaged in combat with Tabor remaining behind to look on as a spectator. At this point, Tabor had never felt so lost at this point in his entire life. His own brother practically disowning him and tossing away their one chance with reuniting with their Mazoku brothers had rocked the warrior to his core. He's been taught to take down the Mazoku since birth, to fight them as if the fate of Namek rested on his and his fellow Warrior Clan brother's shoulders, but it was now farther from the truth than it had ever been before. What does he do in this situation? What can he do aside from just watching while others fight for him, while others fight for what they believe in. Was he a failure as a warrior?

No, Tabor couldn't be a failure. He was raised to end wars, not start them, and he knows that he must bring an end to this cycle of madness that has clouded his brothers' judgement, whether that be peace with the Mazoku or an end to their reign. Perhaps Tabor was being foolish as to not see Shakuhachi's view on the matter. Maybe they shouldn't be trusted, and that allying with them would only bring forth Namek's destruction and ultimate victory for the Mazoku. Could his brother truly be right about this? Had Tabor's views been so heavily manipulated by the locals of all of those planets he had visited? He doesn't quite know at this point.

And what of Cello? As a namekian, he seems to stand tall for his people and act as a beacon of strength for them. He's seen him care for his own brothers and make sure that they could get by during these trying times. On most accounts, Cello seems to be a noble man, and yet he's part of the Mazoku Clan. Must he truly seek and destroy someone like Cello, someone whose ideals are similar to that of not only Tabor, but of his fellow brothers from the Warrior and Dragon Clans? Despite Tabor's own judgements, he does get a small sense of something more sinister lurking underneath Cello's identity, as if he's hiding his true intentions.

At long last, Tabor had finally came to a decision in his mind. He can't stand by any longer and let the two duel each other to the death. Tabor stands for Namek as a whole, and he will do whatever it takes to make sure she lives on and remains as strong as ever. Tabor eyes his bardiche and rapier and extends his arms to swiftly grab them. He tightens the straps of the sheaths to makes sure they stay on as Tabor eyes the ensuing battle in front of him, the villagers still fleeing from the chaos. With one slow motion, Tabor grabs onto the shaft of his bardich and pulls it from its sheath, now resting at his right side. With one quick kick, Tabor launches himself into the air and flies towards the battlefield, now fully prepared to take a stand against one of his own brothers.

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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 5, 2021 22:00:57 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2021 22:00:57 GMT -5

Shakuhachi may have gotten over zealous with his first strike. To rush in as he did was an amateur maneuver and the veteran made him pay for it. Though he judged his own ability at this point to be above Cello, the difference was not so great that it could not be overcome with strategy and diligence. As the Dragon neared, Cello extended his arms out to greet him; grabbing a hold of his outstretched leg and tossing him away. Shakuhachi was thrown with such force that he could not overcome the inertia carrying him into a nearby forest. The Mazoku was as strong as he looked; no doubt.

The flight was eventually stopped through the impact of an Ajisa tree, knocking down several before in the process. The attack had mostly taken wind out of him rather than causing any significant damage, but most of all his pride had been wounded. Cello had much more combat experience than he did; that was quite clear. He couldn't afford to give him such easy opportunities in the future. He used the stump of the tree previously knocked down to pull himself back to his feet, then surveyed the area. Did this provide him with any advantages he could use against Cello?

Cello had thrown Shakuhachi away from his village, a fact not lost on him. No doubt he was afraid of any damage the battle may cause. Though the Dragon had purposely left for the clearing in order to draw Cello into battle, now that things were under way he needed not fear causing any damage to the village. And if the circumstances called for it then threatening the village may be a way to create an opening. With his current environment such an opening may have just appeared for Shakuhachi. Cello had not immediately follow Shakuhachi, which gave him time.

He quickly ripped as many trees from their roots as he could in such a short window; Ajisa trees in these parts were typically smaller and weaker than those grown in more fertile areas. From the trees he had created a quiver to use against Cello and his people. He picked the trees up one at a time and hurled them as hard as he could towards the village. He didn't need any of them to actually make an impact; the threat of the destruction alone was hopefully enough to distract Cello and leave him open to something a bit more substantial from Shakuhachi.

With his quiver extended the Namekian leaped back into the air and burst towards where Cello had been. Whether or not his trick had worked it did not matter; he was going to keep his distance for the next attack. Taking in several depth breaths, he drew in ki from his body and funneled it towards his mouth; generating his next attack. Once he had spotted Cello he unleashed his Splintered Strike attack; a painful stinger if it landed cleanly. Though Shakuhachi was too distracted at this moment to realize it, Tabor was making his way to the battlefield. Whose side was he on?

PL: 6,500 (10,400)
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Whip Hammer Barrage = 1,000 vs 0 = 1,000 Damage = 15%
Splintered Strike aimed at Cello = 3,250 aimed at Cello - 50% - 4KP - Bleed
No Items - 2KP - 2MP - HP: 15/250
WC: 518

Last Edit: Apr 10, 2021 8:47:19 GMT -5 by Deleted

Cello
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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 7, 2021 15:24:03 GMT -5

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Post by Cello on Apr 7, 2021 15:24:03 GMT -5

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Power Level: 5,000
KP: 2/6
MP 2/6
Dmg Level: 67.5% Remaining
Techniques Used: Carbine Impact ( 2500 Dmg to Clash against 3250. 1625 dmg bleedthrough hits. )

It seemed his defensive motion had been successful. His limb retracting, slithering back into place at its normal extension, Cello would watch as the Dragon Clansmen was sent hurtling away, slamming into the ground and continuing to roll repeatedly, further and further from the village. He hadn’t anticipated putting so much effort behind his throw, but he wasn’t unhappy with the results. Still, as the warrior grew smaller in his sight, he knew that it was far from done. With a deep inhalation of air, the wind escaping his body released a groan that was swiftly muted as the other cracked his neck. It was time.

From the distance, he’d see movement, but his keen eyes were not capable of viewing the distance between them with such certainty. There was a frantic pace to the actions therein, and soon the whistling sound of the Ajisa wood flying through the air was the first thing that caught his attention, the Namekian gazing up to see the makeshift ballista arrows hurtling towards him and, mostly, towards his village. His eyes narrowed. Even now the Dragon was insistent on attacking what Cello held dear to himself. Actions that caused the other to kick into movement.

His own body would lurch forward, running towards the Dragon Clansmen with focused ferocity. The village was all but empty – no one would be in there. Buildings could be rebuilt. His body began humming with power as violet-black energy erupted from every portion of his body, encapsulating him in a rigid flame like pattern. His legs pumped faster and faster, the distance closing as a glimmer of light filtered into his eyes – gathering energy sparking all around him as he focused his internal Mana to the task. He could feel the rise in power before him, from Shakuhachi, even as he began focusing his own.

Even as the figure leapt into the air, trying to continue to keep a distance between them great. It wouldn’t work fully, as Cellos immense leg-strength had nearly hurtled him within yards of the Dragon Clansmen. Within moments of closing the distance, both parties seemed to have had a similar idea as the darkened sky soon became illuminated by chaos. Burning energy cascaded down from the sky, towards the Mazoku as the Dragon Clansmen released a potent stream of energy from his gaping maw. The bright energy cascading down upon him like a storm.

The dark-violet energy that had encapsulated the Mazoku’s form soon funneled downward, leaving his body and coalescing around the tightened right fist at his side. Humming with Arcane Might, Cello would thrust his right arm forward -the glowing fist humming louder and louder until; Flash! A stream of energy left the outstretched limb! His left hand slapped beneath his wrist – bracing the arm as he dug in deep. The black beam released, crackling with red sparks of energy-lightning, would soar towards the others attack, colliding with a cacophony of sonic booms. The struggle began in earnest for the duo.

In the moment, they seemed relatively evenly matched – though neither had even begun to dig into their true strength yet. The beams struggled against one another, with Shakuhachi’s having a slight edge, slowly but surely making its way through his attack. Cello struggled, but he had to persist – he couldn’t allow a blast like this to make landfall, let alone hit him dead on. It would be tantamount to suicide to allow such a thing to occur. Still, his odds weren’t looking good – and while he knew he should counterattack, not just defend, he couldn’t yet bring himself to truly raise his hands against the other. This was not the outcome he’d desired…

Last Edit: Apr 7, 2021 15:24:23 GMT -5 by Cello

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Tabor
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PL: 32,000
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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 9, 2021 15:32:10 GMT -5

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Post by Tabor on Apr 9, 2021 15:32:10 GMT -5

Seeing the Mazoku and Dragon fight as if their very lives depend on it, Tabor quickens his pace so that he doesn't arrive too late. He's done thinking about all of this, and he will take a stand against one. After flying towards their little battlefield, both Cello and Shakuhachi take notice of him before Tabor begins his slow descent. The warrior lands between the two, making as little sound as he could before staring straight at Cello himself. The man has already taken a bit of a beating from Shakuhachi, and from what Tabor could sense himself, Cello's chances to beating Shakuhachi in single combat were slim.

"Cello," Tabor shouts as he turns his entire body towards him, "I presume you know that you can't possibly win this bout on your own. You have an entire village of your own people that could assist you in such a fight, to help turn the tide of battle against Shakuhachi, and yet, you let them go. Let me ask you this: Why? Do you truly care for your own people that much, that you would just throw your own life away knowing that you might die today? Such an action is completely foolish in the eyes of many of my brothers. Many of us would swarm over the Mazoku, and so long as they perished, it didn't matter how many were taken with them. We fought until our last breath in the hopes of beating just one man."

Tabor pauses for a moment, his hand shaking as he slowly pulls out his bardiche, its blade sharpened in case something terrible happened to him on his trip into Mazoku territory. "I realize now," Tabor continues as he slams the pommel of his bardiche onto the ground, "that I myself am not like most of my brothers. I have seen countless people across the galaxy, learned about their experiences, their ways of life, and I have begun to see even someone like you pop up every now and then: Men who would put their life on the line for the safety of others."

A tiny drop of sweat appears on Tabor's forehead, growing more and more nervous about what he's about to do next. He turns his head towards Shakuhachi, his other brother who previously just finished firing off a blast from his mouth, and he says to the Dragon, "It is an aspect of this particular Mazoku, Shakuhachi, that I have come to appreciate in the little time that I have known him. You, on the other hand, have been trying to do whatever it takes to seek the destruction of the Mazoku, no matter the costs, even if our own brothers perish with them. You seek to continue this endless cycle until they are all destroyed, and I can no longer stand by that."

Tabor swings his blade up and points it straight at Shakuhachi and inches his way ever so slightly towards the Dragon. "Even if he is Mazoku, he is imperative to the survival of Namek," Tabor claims, "and you seek to destroy him. Even if I must fight you, I now value what is truly right for Namek's future. I will give you one chance, Shakuhachi: Leave now, or I will be forced to strike you with my blade." With Tabor's bardiche a few inches away from Shakuhachi's chest, Tabor firmly plants his feet into the ground, the ashen colored dirt parting to make room for his wrapped feet. He hopes that this threat would deter Shakuhachi from any further hostilities, but Tabor prepares for the worst to come.

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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 9, 2021 17:17:29 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2021 17:17:29 GMT -5

The two warriors of Namek were pitched evenly against each other; neither one could afford to give up ground in the opening moments of their struggle. Shakuhachi had never been forced into firing this attack for so long before; his lips burned and his checks smoldered. He couldn't afford to show weakness though, least of all to Cello. Any signs of fragility would serve as encouragement for the Mazoku; that was the last thing he needed. But this wouldn't last, not for much longer. Shakuhachi knew that Cello's arm was trembling; he didn't need to see it, he could feel it. With each passing second his wave fractured, giving way to his own.

As his foe's strike faltered he'd be met with a storm; hundreds of small, burning shards would be scattered in his direction. The spread was large, and not all of them would strike, but there'd be enough. The thick scutum of his outstretched arm would be enough to shield some of the damage, but even they would still be scared by the onslaught of white daggers approaching at top speed. The attack was designed to wound, not to kill; like a cat chasing the mouse his fun had only just begun.

As Cello stood there, bleeding, Shakuhachi prepared his next attack only to be interrupted by a reoccurring annoyance. Tabor had decided to enter the battlefield; who's side was he on? No surprises here. Tabor had not been ready to turn against Shakuhachi before, being seeing the resolves of Cello had apparently swayed him. Had come to this? He was prepared to let the Warrior go before; but fate itself was telling him what needed to be done.

"Hadn't you already made up your mind? You couldn't just leave though, could you? This is exactly the problem with your kind. You think you know everything; you think you can come down here and give us a lecture and everything will make sense. You know how many lectures I've had to listen to from some know it all elder who thinks they're worth more than everybody else? You don't know what it's like to live with these things; you weren't here for us!"

Shakuhachi had judged himself comfortably superior to Cello when at full power; not enough to dominate him but enough to not worry about it. He felt the same about Tabor; judging him roughly equal to Cello in ability. But the two of them together? That certainly closed the gap. Shakuhachi powered up as furtively as he could while his verbal tirade continued.

"I was here; I was forced to see the way of life these things live. Maybe some of them can prove they belong, but it's not worth the risk. There's something wrong with them, and maybe they're just born with it. Some gene deep within which guides them into being the monsters we know today. We can't be surgical with our solution; we must bring fire."

He didn't yet know whether or not Cello and Tabor could actually worth together; he would be surprised if Tabor's comments hadn't insulted Cello just a little. That was an angle he could work later, but only if force failed. He turned his attention back to Cello now; he hadn't yet made any moves since Tabor arrived. There was still a chance he would reject the offer of help; maybe his pride wouldn't let him. That's what he was banking on.

"If you're going to do this then make sure you do it right. If things go my way here I will kill you; I swear my life on it. I don't expect any less from you."

Tabor took a defensive stance; this was a mistake. In the time he spent giving a speech he could have instead chosen to attack Shakuhachi while he was distracted with Cello. He had given away the advantage; Shakuhachi would not give it back so easily. He couldn't afford to wait around for Cello's response, instead he attempted to wrap both his arms around the waist of Cello in an attempt to wrestle him to the ground. If he could force him down he could then follow up with some ground and pound before Cello could intervene.

PL: 10,400

No Items - 4KP - 3MP - HP: 15/250

WC: 705

Last Edit: Apr 10, 2021 8:47:04 GMT -5 by Deleted

Cello
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Desolation Surrounds [Open] Apr 24, 2021 23:42:03 GMT -5

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Post by Cello on Apr 24, 2021 23:42:03 GMT -5

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PL: 5,000
KP: 2/6
MP: 5/6
Dmg: 67.5% Taken
Actions: None this Turn
WC: 717

Cello was injured. His body burned and singed from all the damage it had already taken in the acts just to defend himself. He stood there, panting heavily, as he stared daggers at the one before him. Shakuhachi clearly had it out to kill him, as he’d stated, but it wasn’t just that. There was something else to his strikes, and he could feel it. He didn’t just want to beat him…The Dragon wanted to humiliate the Mazoku Warrior. He could sense it in the very energy he was hit with, how personal this was to him. Cello took a deep breath.

A voice to his side nearly pulled his attention – but he kept his eyes plastered. Listening to Tabor explain to him the reality of this bout, the Mazoku wondered if the Warrior was simply going to do as his brothers would’ve before him and taunted him until he gave up. Did he not realize that he would never stay down? Yet, more questions came – in the heat of battle. A maddening thought, but it seemed that for the moment, Shakuhachi was allowing him the brief moments respite, a respite that Cello desperately needed in a moment such as this.

“…You couldn’t understand, Tabor…You and your brothers, Shakuhachi and his…my people only know the struggle to live. We pay for the mistakes of our ancestors of over one hundred years…would I truly sacrifice my life? Here? Today? If it meant that the children would grow…that my people would live just one more day…even in struggle…then I would give my everything. You’re right, your brothers would swarm us – for not once has any given us the chance to speak…to offer change…we’ve been offered only the stick, and we have become angered for it. We are a product of our circumstances, but that doesn’t mean I can just let them die…they deserve a chance…” Cello coughed hard as purple blood flung like spittle.

Tabor battled with himself internally, and Cello could hear that in his words. It was clear that this Warrior was conflicted between his duty, his teachings and what his own eyes showed him. He didn’t say a word to sway the man one way or another. He couldn’t. If this was to be the others grand awakening to the truth of what the state of Namek truly was…then it had to come on his own terms. It had to come from his own spirit.

So…when Tabor brought his blade to bare upon Shakuhachi – Cello was surprised. Was this really happening? Was a Warrior coming to his aide? It wasn’t unwelcome – just surprising. He had never in his entire life considered that the Warrior clan had any whom could see past his plight and pain. As he declared Shakuhachi the problem, the other erupted with anger – blaming his people for their acts against him. As if they were mutated at birth to be evil, as if they were not worth the very nature of life itself. He scowled at him.

“Who in the gods ever gave you the right to speak as if you were of a higher authority!? We deserve the same right to live as any other sentient race! I wont just allow you to snuff us out! You hear me dragon!? Never!” Before he could say another word, the Namekian used his own extending limbs to wrap him up and slam him into the grass. He was ontop of him quick, slamming a pummel of blows into his being causing him to try his best to mount a defense. Many blows pounded away at his flesh – breaking into his skin and causing purple ooze to leak.

If Tabor was going to do something; he’d need to do it soon. Cello was still recovering from the beam struggle. Yet, he was happy. Something inside of him knew that this was for the best. As long as Shakuhachi was focused on him – he wouldn’t be chasing the others. That resolute understanding made it easy for him to accept what was happening.

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Tabor
Rising Soul

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PL: 32,000
XP: 16,484
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Desolation Surrounds [Open] May 2, 2021 12:32:04 GMT -5

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Post by Tabor on May 2, 2021 12:32:04 GMT -5

As Tabor had expected, Shakuhachi begins to prattle on about having to listen in to all of these constant lectures. The dragon accuses Tabor of not knowing what it's like to live here due to his absences, but the warrior had just about enough of Shakuhachi's own ramblings. "And you think you're the one to hold the answers?" Tabor responds as he glares at the traitor's own eyes. "I bring views from other worlds, the voices of hundreds from the far reaches of the galaxy. Many have shared their own experiences, and though they aren't completely identical with our own plight, their voices will help guide us."

Tabor turns his attention towards Cello, ho claims that the warrior couldn't possibly understand what he and his people have already gone through. Tabor closed his eyes briefly, for he fully knows that the Mazoku speaks the truth in this regard: Tabor has had a far better life than practically anyone else from the Mazoku. Looking throughout the village is evidence enough in his eyes. "It is true that I have not experienced hardship similar to yours," Tabor admits as he opens his eyes back up, "and yet even in an environment like this, brothers such as yourself are still able to appear from the ashes. It is pointless to hold you accountable for the sins of your fathers. We have our own beliefs, but I can still respect you."

Shakuhachi's power begins to rise as he claims that the entire Mazoku clan must be exterminated for the sake of the rest of Namek, and it was at this point that Tabor has had enough. It appears as if the time to talk was coming to a close, and Tabor readies himself to engage Shakuhachi. He could sense that the Dragon was far stronger than Tabor at this moment, and even if he transforms, the gap wouldn't change since he knows Shakuhachi must have something up his sleeve. With Cello, however, things could turn in their favor, but given Cello's current condition, Tabor must make sure the Mazoku doesn't fall here now. "Perhaps you aren't even listening to your own words anymore," Tabor comments, "you seek the destruction of your own people. Do you not see what you are doing? The Mazoku have their own beliefs, their own views on the world, but that does not mean that they are not our own kin. Tell me Shakuhachi, will it truly end with just the Mazoku, or will there be a new enemy among our own people?"

Tabor slowly pulls his bardiche backwards while still maintaining eye contact with Shakuhachi. He coldly states to his former brother, "When this is over, all of Namek will know of your many sins. I swear you will not be welcomed by the people, you will not be cherished, and you will not be celebrated as a hero. You will always be remembered as nothing more than a wild beast. I refuse to let you stain your hands in the blood of my kin. If you will not stand down, then I will force you to!"

With a booming shout, Tabor lunges forward with his bardiche, intending on swinging it right for Shakuhachi's neck in an attempt to make a swift and clean cut. Considering the power difference between the two and that he has yet to infuse his weapons with ki, Shakuhachi is likely able to wiggle his way out of this attack, but that doesn't mean that the warrior would stop. He would only continue swinging at Shakuhachi not only in an attempt to at least rough him up, but to also give Cello some time to breath. If the two of them are to succeed in this battle, then they must watch out for each other.

Tabor has entered the fight.

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KP: 6/6
MP: 1/6
PL: 5,000
Damage: 0/250

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Desolation Surrounds [Open] May 2, 2021 17:41:02 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2021 17:41:02 GMT -5

Tabor was here to talk, but not just that; he was going after Shakuhachi. Part of him had questioned whether or not he'd be able to go through with it, but that question was answered quickly as he came in with his weapon and struck at the neck of Shakuhachi. In order to avoid getting his whole head taken off he was forced to leap away, though this did mean that separation had been created between himself and Cello.

He couldn't avoid the blade entirely however; blood now sprung from his neck. There would be no time to deal with wounds however, as Tabor followed up his first strike were a series of follow-ups which again forced him further and further away from his pray. So close to finished off Cello, and now Tabor had to get in the way and ruin it all.

"I don't need your high and mighty bullshit; I need you to get out of here so I can do what we've always needed done!"

Shakuhachi used his extension ability on his legs now, pushing himself up into the air before retracted them again as to not allow them to become and easy target. After that he'd bring his hands together, extend his arms up into the air and swing them back down like a club; aimed to crush Tabor into the ground.

PL: 10,400

No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 4/6 - HP: 15/250
WC: 227

Last Edit: May 2, 2021 17:41:27 GMT -5 by Deleted

theshaman Potent Warrior STATS STUFF SIDES PL: 21 XP: 10,0000 Idk (X1.1) Tag: @theshaman Posts: 189	Desolation Surrounds [Open] Aug 2, 2021 20:32:46 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by theshaman on Aug 2, 2021 20:32:46 GMT -5 @dejames gains 1,280 XP 2,348>3,628 Tabor Gains 3,200 XP 16,164>19,364 Cello Gains 3,200XP 91>3,291
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