The Tournament of Glory - Verst vs Kay Bee

From a pit in the ground to an arena in the sky, the recent tournaments have been varied and intriguing. Though, now this one was on Earth, a distant densley populated planet, on the far side of the galaxy from Arcose, yet some would call it important. Verst found its ambiguous nature absurd, it was neither hot like Namek, nor cold like home. It wasn’t evenly split in two like Plant, it was awash with biomes and terrains. Life here moved out of necessity with the changing of months, day and night were drastic shifts here, and the cities were named obnoxiously, as though there could only be one large settlement per cardinal direction.

He rolled his eyes at the thought as he stepped out of the elevator, marching towards the centre he barely paused when entered the marked square and heard the commentator’s speech, no doubt they had said a variation a dozen times over, and another dozen dozen times to follow it. But here Verst was, his opponent, Kay Bee…

A child, why did it always have to be a youth? After the brawl hole, he had hoped there would be solely fit adult fighters here, but disappointment already found its way into his heart.

Without so much as a word, the second Kay Bee entered the arena, Verst took a step, and before the other foot fell, his form had jumped up two feet, and bulked up significantly, as he charged at the small figure, his lower limbs swinging at them with violent intentions, kicks and tail sweeps, testing the youth’s defences.

Whirling Blows used! 60% = 240000!
Thread PL: 50000 *8 = 400000!
KP: 6-3 = 3
MP: 0+2 = 2
HP: 0/270%
Resources: Supremacy, Durability, Restrained Might (Inactive), Metamorphosis, Avenger
Items: Armor, Blaster, Ruby
WC: 265

Between strikes Verst would sputter out the sentence “Why… do people… always… want… to… talk… in… a… FIGHT!” After the last strike, and the younger opponent had to recover, he strode around the centre of the arena. Being called a bully was definitely the weakest thing he had been called in his life. He laughed as the small child-like being stood up and proclaimed it as though it would wound the Sun Raider.

Alas, it was not alone. A great blast of energy followed it and caught the laughing Arcosian off guard; his eyes opened to the bright light searing towards him and before he could react it struck him squarely in the chest. As the force sent him sprawling to the floor, he took a pained breath and stood back up. His bracer opened as a small turret protruded from it pointed towards his opponent and fired a bright yellow orb at them.

Verst took a moment to catch his breath and regain his form. Before planning his next assault. Hoping to finish this fight quickly, that last attack hurt, and he couldn’t take too many of them in a row. “I’ll show you. I’m worse than a Bully by far.”


Blaster! 20% = 80000 at Kay-Bee!
74% damage taken!
Thread PL: 50000 *8 = 400000!
KP: 3 + 2 = 5
MP: 2 + 2(post+damage) = 4
HP: 74/270%
Resources: Supremacy, Durability, Restrained Might (Inactive), Metamorphosis, Avenger
Items: Armor, Blaster(used), Ruby
WC: 265+202=467

This annoying little brat. Luckily his blaster had hit the upstart, Verst felt a wave of anger raise within his chest, his heart was pounding. How dare this creature strike an Arcosian, the Captain of the Armored Squadron. Their defiance was adorable, as they looked to the crowd for their support.

‘His father?’ Verst thought. A saiyan in the crowd responded. It was one of the Saiyan Kingdom’s highest ranking members. The Sun Raider turned to the crowd. “I’m afraid your son isn’t going to get that chance." He turned back to Kaybee, just in time too, as the now giant form of the youth came barreling towards him.

Ultimately size was never a decider for strength however, the four arms were giving Verst some trouble, even with his tail it was hard to combat all of the limbs as a few made hard connections, knocking him back across the arena, but he kept his footwork and readjusted and realigned more than he blocked. There was no ki being forced into these hits, so while they hurt, his armour dealt with most of the force.

The annoyance had finally reached a breaking point, as Verst took a nasty jab to his ribcage from one of the insectoid limbs, he roared with the pain, his aura flared, larger than it had before. His arms became enhanced with red and yellow energy swirling around his forearms, as he started to use them like hammers, knocking away the last couple of attacks, Verst would leap into the air and start hammering downwards towards the head and shoulders of the giant beast.

MP Boost +15% PL = 460000
Heavy blows 100+10%(supremacy) =506000 at Kaybee!
Attempting to Ring Out/KO
Thread PL: 50000 *8 = 400000!
KP: 5-5 = 0
MP: 4-4 = 0
HP: 74/270%
Resources: Supremacy (ACTIVE), Durability, Restrained Might (Inactive), Metamorphosis, Avenger
Items: Armor, Blaster(used), Ruby
WC: 467+268=735