Post by Cello on May 29, 2021 23:50:15 GMT -5
| The Prodgial Son |
Power Level: 50,000
KP 1/6
MP: 0/6
Actions Used: [Sparking] Hexburst Howitzer [Preperation, Back-Up Plan] Fully Charged 110% Damage.
Spending 2 Momentum Charges to Increase Damage by 10% Via Power Boost for a Grand Total of 120% Damage
[60,000 Damage To Shakuhachi]
RP Effect: Should Player Choose; Hexburst Howitzer will cause their concentration to maintain their giant form to waver, the spell taking effect only if the opponent wills it to.
Spending 2 Momentum Charges to Increase Damage by 10% Via Power Boost for a Grand Total of 120% Damage
[60,000 Damage To Shakuhachi]
RP Effect: Should Player Choose; Hexburst Howitzer will cause their concentration to maintain their giant form to waver, the spell taking effect only if the opponent wills it to.
WC: 1030
TWC: 6703
He had run out of time…
As Tabor was taking the opportunity to charge up and prepare to defend, it seemed Shakuhachi had other plans. Still viewing the situation from the Warrior as the bigger threat, even after his announcement, he would turn on his heel and fire once more a massive blast at the Nomad, doing his best to overwhelm and overpower him now before he continued to prove to be an obstacle to the enlarged megalomaniac. As the soaring blast came hurtling at violent speeds, it seemed inevitable that Tabor, the Defender, would need to prove his role once again.
Yet, the flash of movement from the pointed eared woman caused the situation to shift drastically into a horrific conclusion. Charging his attack from the distance he was, he couldn’t react or do anything to stop it. The Mazoku was conflicted – his people had been taught for generations that survival of the fittest was the only true path to life in this world, yet he had been – for the most part of this fight – acting defensively for others. It was a strange feeling, defending someone else that wasn’t his own. Something that had been resonating with him from the start of this fight.
Yet now? In this moment? What had it accounted for? The shrill cry of pain filling the air as the blast slammed full impact against her lithe frame. Her sword no longer in hand, apparently handed off to the Warrior. Her tiny form sent flying and to the Mazoku it was as if by slow motion. Her form flew and he could only barely make out the sound of rage the came from the bellowing roar that was Tabor. His shield leaving him to race off in rage. Cello could only cry out;
“Tabor Wait!”
It was too late; the Namekian had leapt away, bardiche in one hand and the womans sword in his other – taking to the sky and trying to barrage the tyrants face with attacks. He was building up to something, one could feel it – but Cello did not have the time anymore to wait for him to get out of the way. There was only one shot at this, and he had to take it. Gritting his teeth, he could only hope that Tabor didn’t get caught up in the after-blast of this – his stronger and most potent magical Ki attack.
With the power now formed; The lightning like aura that encapsulated him condensed around the massive forms of his Hammer-Fists. The virulent energy coalescing into potent energy and arcanum, fluctuating together in a singular sphere, held tightly around each fist. It was finally time, and he knew it. The translucent field of power surrounding him, acting like a magnification glass, as he leapt high into the air, towards the Giant Shakuhachi. He would push his legs to send him higher, and higher – he could not fly. He was not like them. But he could jump, and in moments he was soon above both Tabor and Shakuhachi.
Roaring, He would cry out;
Darkness Beyond Twilight
Crimson Beyond Blood That Flows…
Buried in the Sea of Time; Where Thine Power Grows…
The Sky darkened near instantly as the full effects of his spell began to formulate One could tell that what Cello held was not a simple attack. Something far different, far more sinister in its design. His feral eyes glaring at the one who would be king. The man who had attacked his village, terrified the children, threatened the sickened and the infirmed. He was tired of this man. Tired of his words, his speeches, his promises of change.
I pledge myself to conquer,
All the foes who stand
The sky crackled with electricity; the air grew thick with power. It was intense – it was enough to cause the black clouds from the Wastes to draw in to this area. Whatever he was doing, it was responding to Namek herself. As if the very energy he took was from her very bountiful essence. The spheres held in his fists grew larger still becoming even bigger then his massive arms looked to be able to hold. It was intense, and it was ready.
Before the mighty gift…
Bestowed unto my unworthy hand..
His eyes flashed as he began to fall; At the epoch of his leap, he would thrust both arms down and howl out the spells final command.
“HEXBURST HOWITZER!!!!!”
A stream of virulent energy would fire like a cannon out of his suddenly outstretched fists as the man punched the air forward with great force. Two separate colored beams, one violet, one black, would course through the air and soar on a collision course towards Shakuhachi. The arcanum of the violet casting its intense curse into the Ki of the other until both attacks were merged as one massive stream of force.
Shakuhachi would find himself, from head to bottom, cast in this brilliant light – its singing power burning and crackling with power as it threatened to take him in completely. It was nowhere near close to the level of power needed to fell him – but with everything Cello put behind it – he wasn’t hoping for the damage to be what did him in. No. As the attack would course over the Namekian – a different effect might begin to take effect, depending on his willpower and his intense concentration.
The technique was not aptly named ‘Hexburst’ for nothing. The Wicked Curse placed into the attack had taken all that time to facet – but it was hopefully enough. The Giant’s greatest strength in this battle was his ability to overpower them in his grandiose state of great namekian supremacy. But if his capabilities were suddenly muted – for only a minute – could he maintain? The question was put to the test as the figure would possibly feel himself wave, the state he was in weakening and his ability to maintain his form fading. The dark magic of the Mazoku coating his body and threatening to overtake him.