Tournament of Glory - Yogu vs Jackie

Om was amazed by himself. Sure, he beefed it at the end there, but that still felt wild! Could Yogu have even done stuff like that before? Om was pretty sure the answer was no. So where did it come from, all that power? He looks at his hands. Ki swirls wildly away from him and out into the world beyond, dissipating into the air. There really did seem to be no limit to the energy escaping from him. How could his body hold all that life in? Maybe it had always been there, and Yogu simply lacked the awareness to see it. Or perhaps it was hiding in the half of him responsible for that horn jutting out of his skull and making him all lopsided. The answer likely lied somewhere in the middle. Either way, it was time to get up off the floor.

Peeling his face off the arena ground and getting on his feet took a moment. He shakes off the explosion and dials back in on the here and now. "What can I say? I'm an out of the box kinda fella." Om takes a look around while rolling his shoulders. There appeared to be a few new additions to the field. They were bright as hell and gave off the over-the-top kind of energy he'd expected from the Kami. The flaming mines blocked off any way around. He was cornered. Despite all that overwhelming energy exploding out from him, it did not feel like it would be enough. This was beyond him. Fatigue began to catch up, and he suddenly did not feel so invincible. The ice-cold tornado in him could be calmed with enough firepower.

The boy starts to chuckle, "Ya know, thanks for the talk back there, Kami. I was feelin' directionless—like there was a void in my tummy or somethin'." He pats his gut to get the point across. "Some part of me was fillin' that with anger, but that's dumb. We're all changin' in the little ways, constantly. But the big picture maintains shape. That's a thing of beauty. The ant and the mountain are indistinguishable when you zoom out far enough." Om's hand opens, revealing a swirling ball of ki, radiating violet light. "We're a rich tapestry of energy, constantly moving into the shapes we need to and back again. There are no winners or losers. Nothing is lost." He breathes deep and closes his eyes, sliding back into his stance one more time. "I am ready for the flames..."

Om's eyes snap open, blazing with renewed intensity, "LET'S BLIND THE FUCKERS WITH THIS ONE!"

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Om's just chillin'.

KP: 3/6 -> 5/6
MP: 2/6 -> 3/6
HP: 176%
Total WC: 4.110

This one was a real toughie. There wasn't any time to think about that, though. The inferno waits for no man.

Om inches away from the ones coming toward him at a crawl. The problem was any one he moved away from put him closer to another. With a shout, the Kami pulls the trigger on the move. The boy's mind goes completely dark. Thoughts and strategy would not help him now. This job was for the body now, working faster than his eyes. Any rigidity he once felt was gone. Om's body contorted into odd angles, ones that felt like they should be impossible. Each firebomb narrowly avoids grazing him as he weaves his way through them. The bright flashing and cracking balls blur by him, bursting in a flash-boom that his body manages to avoid succumbing to. One misstep would spell disaster. This was living. What was the point of it all if every moment didn't feel like this one?

"HAHAHA! This is aweso-"

KABOOM! Om swerves away from one and into the path of another! The pain of the ensuing explosion fries his nerves for a moment. In the flash, memories surge through him. Standing in the damp hull of a ship, listening to two saiyans with strange hair colors duke it out over a bomb. Fear previously unknown to Om froze his veins. This moment was the greatest source of anguish in the young boy's life. Never before or since had he felt so useless, helplessly watching as it felt like his world was coming to a violent end. He loved the girl, and she was going to kill him. Why didn't he say it that day? It ate him up inside, quietly, between the lines.

Om returned to the present as quickly as he left it, colliding into another fire mine! It was a chain reaction now. Another burst of fire and light consumed him, and Yogu rose to the surface again. This time, bringing the memory of the day he first met Lottus in East City. Again, outclassed beyond belief. Useless. Yet his rage allowed him to ignore this fact, and the planet-killer turned him into little else than a pawn to mess with Russ. Always the fool.

Again and again, Yogu's failings exposed themselves to Om with each fiery burst of energy he was sent into. Whenever the world pushed back against Yogu, he gave just enough in return to keep this cycle of what-ifs and chaos and self-loathing perpetuating ad infinitum. But this was a day of change. The anger needed to change shape and move somewhere else in this vast space called the universe before it would melt him.

A scream bellows out from Om, and he snaps into a stance, fighting momentum with an arena-shaking stomp of his feet. Dozens of those mines were coming for him at once. Still crying out in a rage, he bends his knees and launches into the air just before they come into the range to trigger another massive explosion. The remaining mines all gather below him and dart up after him!

The scream rings out across the arena, but his arms make no moves. No, a ball of energy forms just below his feet, charging up with a hum before shooting directly toward the arena floor! The explosion triggered when his beam collides with the mines blinds Om and leaves his ears ringing! He smacks headfirst into the very top of the arena dome. He bounces off the dome and descends headfirst now, crashing towards the Kami! Still, his body moved without the mind's input. A fist is shakily extended outward, intent on punching Jackie in the face! Om refused to live as Yogu did. The baptism by fire he just undertook melted away the shackles of fear and evil fully. A liability no more. If the big dogs of the universe wanted to keep him down, it was going to take a lot more from now on.

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Yogu meets Phosphorous Zone with another Heavy Offensive || Super Kamehameha! 1,144,000 (65%) damage received! Om hangs on by a thread!
Non-KP punch coming at Jackie! OM MOMENT

KP: 5/6 -> 1/6
MP: 3/6 -> 5/6
HP: 176% -> 241%
Total WC: 4,776

Om's fist numbly collides with Kami's chin. It took a moment for it to register with the boy that he managed to push through all that and still deal a blow. A victorious cry erupts out of him as he tumbles around the stage in the aftermath. Om was satisfied. He went the distance and figured out who the hell he was. All in the first round of the tournament! How lucky!

But the fight still wasn't over. It never was. Once more unto the breach he goes. Om stumbles to his feet, swaying and having to catch himself a few times before he can stand stable. Despite his lack of strength, his nearness to unconsciousness, his scorched body, he felt invincible in this moment. A fist slowly rises above his head.

"And we'll give the Earth a damn good show doing it!"

Om drops his fist and hunches forward. His body had never been strained so far before, and the cracks were showing now.

"Keep standing... Not done... Yet..."

There is a shaky attempt to put up his dukes, but it fails. They were loose weights now, dragging him down. Between pants, he spits out, "I got it in me for one more good attack, I think. A real showstopper. Last resort kinda shit. How's about you?" That last resort would require more than a few seconds to have ready. Seconds he didn't have. This was nearly the end of the road now. He'd go for the move anyway, even if he didn't get there.

A low hum begins to echo out across the field. A heat starts to build in his chest. Om-Yogu's hairs stand on end.

"Come on, I want everythin' ya got! Don't go holdin' out on me just cuz I can't feel my arms right now! Give 'em something so big and flashy that they'll not give a shit about the rest of this tourney and go home early!"

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Yogu starts preparing his beeeeg move... watch out...!!!!!!

KP: 1/6 -> 3/6
MP: 5/6 -> 6/6
HP: 241%
Total WC: 5,100

The humming emanating from his chest builds, growing like the energy radiating off of him. What was this move? Even now, parts of him felt buried in a fog, irrecoverable. The lights that hadn't blown out during the brawl begin to flicker. Power to the entire tower sputters for a moment. Elevators stop. TV displays showing the fight to those not in the stands shut down. All goes quiet save for the roaring flames building in Jackie's hand and the crackle of electricity arcing down Yogu's arms. Ooh, that wasn't there a second ago!

The boy's mind returns to the last time Monster had taken complete control. When he fought back, the overwhelming power that coursed through his body nearly killed him. He hurt his friends, protectors of this planet, with bolts of energy like the ones that shot off him now. Yet it all felt so much more manageable this time around. His mind was unclouded, and despite this ki building in him being magnitudes stronger than it was then, it didn't seem so bad.

Oh, hey! Yogu could remember the move he was doing now. His grandfather taught him it when he was just some dopey little kid. Even then, the old dude could see the Monster in Yogu. That's why he'd been picked over his sisters for training. He was the one that needed the most help. His training wasn't complete by the time Om passed away. Now was the time to get back to finishing it. The hum of his building ki had become more of a high-pitched whine. It had gotten so much more intense without him realizing it. An electrical field had grown out around him, that tapestry of energy all around being made visible by his presence. One more final push, and he will be ready. Jolts of electricity force his burnt out muscles to move. His arms raise and point outward, palms facing Jackie. Yogu opens his mouth to exhale and realizes sparks are shooting out from there. And his nose. 

"Any second now..."

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Yogu prepares to fire his beeeg move!

KP: 3/6 -> 5/6
MP: 6/6
HP: 241%
Total WC: 5,442

"Here's my everythin'... Give it a damn good look, Earth!"

Yogu was sure he couldn't be heard over the thunderous rumbling coming from his body. That was fine. He'd just scream a little louder. His veins coursed with lightning, lighting up under the skin. His vision leaves him, bolts of ki sparking from his blank eyes and arcing down his face like tears. All the wild strands of energy trailing out around him focus in, cutting through the air to travel up his arms in a wild light show. White-blue energy condenses into a wild crackling bolt he could just barely hold onto anymore. This was it, the ultimate turtle school technique. Not like that crummy Kamehameha that steals all the hype.


His grasp on the energy slips before he can get the words out! A beam of lightning jumps out from him and cuts a path through the world, screaming towards Jackie to give her the taser shot of a lifetime! Instantly, the recoil from the blast is felt. Yogu's body ragdolls, flying back into the arena wall! Through it all, the boy somehow manages to stay on his feet. That doesn't last long, however. His knees give out and he slumps against the wall. Whatever came next, he'd already forfeited the match in his mind.

"Damn, I'm strong."

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Yogu fires Heavy SPARKING Technique || Turtle Style Last Resort! Incoming damage is 2,816,000 (160%)! This technique has the BLEED+ Variant.

KP: 5/6 -> 0/6
MP: 6/6 -> 2/6
HP: 241%
Total WC: 5,666

For a moment, Yogu was among the stars. He was one-half of its fuel, burning eternal in a ball of plasma and fury. It was, like, metal as fuck. Too bad he couldn't see or feel most of it. His body had gone long past its limits, and the toll was hitting hard. Despite all that, he had a big dumb grin on his face. This was the best! Slumped over against the arena boundaries, he shouts, "Thanks, Red! Ya woke up the martial artist in me! So whatever happens from here on out is your fault, got it?! Once I start trainin', everyone else on Earth is cooked! I'll be at the top!" And this time, unlike all the many other times he had made this wild claim in his life, he truly meant it. The vision was clear and feasible to him. 

Yogu raises a hand out towards Jackie, "Hey, remember when I said I got one more in the tank?" A surge of magic energy that should not be there ripples out from the boy. It coalesces in a crackling purple-red starburst of rageful, dark energy. But it was tamed, controlled. It was Yogu's, and it came from nowhere. "I lied." One last surprise for the audience before descending into the loser's bracket.

He lets it rip, and like the aftershock of an earthquake, the tower is rocked again by a tremendous expulsion of power. The sensations accompanied with pushing the body this far are lost on Yogu. He's out the moment the energy leaves him. When the dust clears, he lies in a heap where he had sat prior, snoring.

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Yogu uses SELF SACRIFICE to dig deep and unleash Heavy Offensive || Super Evil Omega Death Wave... Of Doom! on Jackie. Using 2 MP to power boost. Incoming damage is 1,936,000 (110%)!!! Tech has SPLASH variant, but that don't matter really. Yogu is KO'd!!!

KP: 0/6
MP: 2/6 -> 0/6
HP: 241% -> K.O.
Total WC: 5,940