"Goooood morning, and welcome back to the 25th Tenkaichi Budokai, folks!" The announcer greeted the crowds and cameras with a wave. The audience stands were packed yesterday, and somehow seemed even more filled today.
"After many hard-fought battles only a few days ago, only sixteen fighters remain. Only one can advance from this fight- who will it be?"
"Will it be Erebos, the skilled swordsman of shadows and magic?" He gestured to one side of the arena to beckon the Oni to the stage. The audience cheered, some wearing some rapidly-produced bootleg merchandise based off of the demon prince.
"Or Faustus, the terrifyingly durable Majin from the stars?" Though Faustus seemed to have a bit less of a fanbase, as Erebos had fought more, there were still several avid fans hollering and waving signs in the stands.
"There is only one way to tell! You two know the rules already, but it's protocol to go over them. Ahem," The announcer cleared his throat, knowing his lines by heart.
"A victor will be determined either by ringout, knockout, or forfeit from the other fighter. You may not maim or kill your opponent, and flying is strictly prohibited! You may now fight when ready- give us a good show!"
The Top 16 Rounds of the Tenkaichi Budokai begin! This fight will end on May 5th at the time of this thread's creation if someone hasn't lost by then!
Last Edit: Apr 28, 2021 13:42:12 GMT -5 by Staffbot
Erebos pouted, arms crossed as he leaned on the wall, watching the cameras flare from the back rooms. Faustus was going to be an interesting combatant. Tough, sure, but Erebos was fortunate in some ways. He’d been traveling with a Majin for nearly a decade now— knew the tricks and funny angles their kind could achieve. Was this one as chaotic as the others, though? A more measured Majin might prove troublesome.
Rolling his eyes, he casually waltzed up to the stage. Focus would be the key here, but seeing another Majin on stage reminded him of Gaffa? Was that racist? Species-Ist? Maybe.
”Let’s have a good match, or whatever.”
His hand clutched at his chest, dragging across the length of his armor and collecting a sampling of shadow. It clung to his fingers, molding into a dagger between his digits. The hardened shadow thrummed in his hands, and as he played with it between his knuckles, he regarded Faustus.
”Should we go all out from the start, or are you the type that likes a long buildup?”
Regardless of the warrior’s answer, Erebos would flick his wrist and fling the dagger toward Faustus. Powerful as it was, it was far from his best, though. Would Faustus be able to defend?
Guns blazing, Erebos starts off with [Light] Lazy Slice! 20% Power = 6,700 Damage!
Erebos. Had this been one of the competitors he'd met before? He didn't seem too familiar with mysterious fellow, but his power was certainly impressive. A touch below his own as far as was concerned, but enough to make things fun. The boy asked him if they were going to take thing slow or go all out; he'd answer him soon enough through his actions. For now he already had an attack to deal with, as he flung the shadowy dagger at the Majin.
As the blade approached him at top speed he had only one thought on his mind. The top of his head shot open, opening up his mouth in an attempt to swallow the dagger, through instead it carved through the back of his throat and went out the other direction, presumably landing in the stands. The gooey tendrils behind in the back of his head quickly merged back together, though the attack still left it's mark.
"Ah! It didn't taste good anyway."
Time for his own attack now; how about a taste of his own medicine? Only Faustus would be packing a lot more heat. The Majin tucked his head between his legs, wrapped his arms across his body and pulled himself tightly into a spherical shape. Once this little act was complete he scuttled across the platform; ripping up bits of stone and tile along the way as he set the destination directly at Erebos.
"Try catching this!"
Lazy Slice = 6,700 vs 0 = 6,700 = 19%
Volleyball Strike = 25,200 (70% - 4KP - No Variant) Aimed at Erebos
As the dagger ripped through Faustus’ jaw, Erebos rolled his eyes. Talk about dramatic! Was every Majin like this? His stance shifted; defensive and cautious. Chaotic beings were easy to deal with in a vague sense, but their unpredictability was always a dangerous element.
Watching as the Majin contorted himself, Erebos’ stance took on a more primal approach. Hunched shoulders and wide legs, like the armored guy behind a pitcher, or a sumo wrestler about to begin a match.
Faustus rocketed through the air, slamming into the Oni’s outstretched palms. The force of the impact forced him backwards, but he kept his stance tall and proud. With a grin, he shoved forwards, and threw Faustus away.
”Caught and released. Care to try again?”
Another cautious step came from Erebos as he slowly paced away from the Majin. That catch, while impressive, took a lot of energy out of him. He’d need to be careful over the next few moments to regain his footing.
”So, is that your gimmick? Crazy guy? That’s pretty fun, but a little overplayed. You should try an accent or something. Maybe a fun catchphrase? You can really just do whatever you wanted, honestly.”
For now, he waited. Giving his opponent the momentum was a little worrisome, but Erebos enjoyed playing on the back foot sometimes. Shadows usually followed along, anyways.
Used [Heavy] Determined Slice 80% Power = 26,800 Damage!
Slice vs Strike = Fizzle! No damage dealt to either side.
Faustus barreled towards the Demon with a full head of steam, but perhaps he had underestimated his foe, as he found the boy was more than capable of meeting his power. Though not very muscular, his arms did bot buckle under the pressure and instead forced the Majin back. With that shove came an insult too; overplayed? He was nothing more or less than himself, and besides; he preferred to think of himself as eccentric, not crazy. Just who does he think he is? A Demon with snow white hair and an attitude? He was one to talk now wasn't he?
"You think this be an act? I am as I was made, and I came to fight, not to be insulted."
Here it came: another sulk; another tantrum for Faustus. Rather than attacking his foe, he instead chose to fold his arms and plant himself on the ground, turning his back to Erebos.
"Let me know when you are ready to continue this fight, unless you would like to just talk instead? If so you may do so to my back."
He was perfectly happy to wait this one out; he could for many thousands of years beyond the life of any Demon.
No Items - KP: 4/6 - MP: 3/6 - HP: 19/300
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Echoes of Gaffa rang in his ear as the Majin sat down. What was it with his opponents being so petulant? Erebos waved his hands in strange ways, and in front of Faustus a little miniature shadow man popped out of the ground. He waved hello to the sulking Majin, and spoke.
”I never insult a persons back,” the little man said. ”But now that I’m here I’ll say this: your breath really stinks pal!”
The miniature Erebos made the motion of an uppercut, and his body turned into a massive shadowy fist that aimed to clock his foe. With any luck, it’d send Faustus back to the center of the stage, sporting a nice cartoonish bump on the chin.
”We can chat all day about cliches and the overplayed. Right now I’m more interested in blowing off steam. You lot are good at that, right? Like, it literally comes out of your head sometimes!” He snickered, and rolled his shoulder. ”Anyways, we can fight now if you’re done moping.”
This fight needed to ramp up. Fast. Was it time to get serious yet? Maybe he’d wait a few more minutes. Faustus could continue whining for a while before he started the clobbering.
Faustus spent a few moments daydreaming of all the things he'd rather be doing right now, such as sampling the wonderful and diverse selections of meals available in the food court. Unfortunately this was taken away from him thanks to a pesky little figure appearing in front of him. Before he could counter the insult he was met with a vicious strike that sent him flying towards the center of the stage. The Majin dug his fingers into the tile flooring to slow his flight down, ultimately stopping just shy of where Erebos was standing.
Well, this one had no manners, and it wasn't going to get any better from here, was it? The frustration boiled over, literally, as steam burst out from the pours in his head; perfect timing to embody the stereotype that Erebos had mentioned. If he wanted a fight then he was going to get it.
Once again he dug his fingers back into the tiling, but this time he ripped one out from it's placing. Then, when the tile firmly in the grasp of both his hands he swung his body around and aimed to throw the tile at the head of his opponent. After releasing said tile he'd follow up with an attempt tackle Erebos to the ground.
No Items - KP: 6/6 - MP: 4/6 - HP: 19/300
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The sword appeared in his hands faster than usual, materializing from the darkness of his palm and coalescing into its usual shape. With a quick motion, he brought the blade high, slicing through the tile and carving it in two. The pieces clattered harmlessly into the dirt behind him.
Faustus’ charging attack was speedy, but the young shadowmanced prided himself on his slippery nature. With a leap, he soared over the Majin, somersaulting through the air and landing with a neat little pose. He wheeled around in place, flicking his trusty sword across the battlefield as a makeshift throwing weapon.
”Thats my sword, Stickler. He’s a real prickly fellow, but you’ll find he makes great points once you get to know him!”
The thing about shadow magic, much like any skill, was that it took practice. Being that he’d forged this blade countless times, he knew the spell to summon it like the back of his hand. Stickler hadn’t been used yet during this tournament, but somehow, Faustus was the first to draw it out of the shadows. He was certainly a formidable foe.
”I’d say something overdone like ‘you’re the first to ever see my sword and live to tell the tale’ or something, but that wouldn’t be true at all. I show that thing off as often as I can.”
With one quick slash the tile was cut in two thanks to the blade which Erebos had conjured; what was it with Demons and swords? Without the tile cracking the head of his foe the tackle technique would prove to be much less effective, with Erebos dashing into the air and out of harm's way. Landing a few steps behind the Majin, he quickly spun around and hurled his blade at Faustus. As the sword carved through the air there was little fear inside the Majin; he knew just how to counter this.
Before contact was made he placed each hand on either side of his head, and then with a quick tug his body was torn in two; allowing the blade to fly on by right through the gap in the middle of him. Out of the way of danger now, he plopped his upper half back down where it belonged, with the bubblegum-like material infusing together once again.
This boy had proven to be more than just a good night out; he was a threat, and one he wouldn't take lightly any longer. He energy spiked up to maximum; not a great visual change as many others had when transforming, but if Erebos could sense energy he'd feel a lot more coming at him than before. After that he extended both of his arms to either side of him, forming a t-shape with his body; this would be the debut of a new technique for him.
Standing in the center of the stage now he began to spin his body around; with each rotation his arms stretched out further and further. As this process occurred Faustus stormed in the direction of Erebos in a hurricane like manor; seeking to either pummel the boy into submission or to perhaps push him out of the ring even.
PL: 180,000 (144,000)
4MP Transformation Boost Activated
Tānkiru = 144,000 (80% - 5KP - No Variant) Aimed at Erebos
No Items - KP: 1/6 - MP: 0/6 - HP: 19/300
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Things were really getting intense now! With Faustus’ expertly crafted evasive maneuver, his Kili suddenly exploded outward. The latent power of the opponents he’d been facing in this tournament only went to show that things were not as simple as they seemed in the mortal realm.
Erebos’ own power unmasked itself as well; a similarly unimpressive power-up. For him, this was simply his actual strength coming forth, rather than some transformation or another. His energy continued to soar ever-upward, reaching its peak somewhere slightly above the Majin. Not enough to seal the match in raw strength alone, but enough to give him the edge in this next clash.
The brutish warrior was quick to attack, his torso becoming a spinning top of sorts. An interesting strategy to be sure, but one the Oni was quick to find a way around.
Erebos ducked and weaved as the Majin approached, giggling as the attack continued to approach. ”This is fun! It’s like a little carnival! Do I get a prize if I hit the bullseye?” His eyes glinted with a blood-red glow, clashing against his normally gold pupils in a haunting way.
It wasn’t long before he found himself on the opposite side of the ring. With all that running about, he’d ended up right next to where his sword had found purchase in the ring! Yanking it free, he leaped over the next encroaching limb, and tossed the sword yet again.
”Here; a gift from me to you!”
The sword whistled through the air, aiming to dig into Faustus’ cranium and force him to the ground. With any luck, the sword would pin him there for a moment, ending his tantrum in a spectacular way!
With a flourish, Erebos landed again. Only time would tell how effective his strike would be.
MOMENTUM BOOST! 4 MP used to increase modifier by +x1 2 MP used to increase the power of the next technique by 10%!
Transformed into Base Form (x5) Current PL: 167,500 (temporarily boosted to 201,000)
Used [Medium] Shadow Step for 3 KP! 80% Evasion = 160,800! Tānkiru Is evaded!
Used [Light] Lazy Slice for 1 KP! 20% Power = 40,200 Damage incoming!
As the force of the Majin's rotations shifted from his own output to being carried by momentum, his mind once again began to wonder. He thought about what he may do with the prize money once all of this way over, though really working with Azoth did he have to worry about money ever again? Probably not, but he did have to worry about the fact that his arms had yet to come into contact with any Demon yet; where had that runt gotten off to?
As he contemplated slowing down to get a better look at what was going on a sudden slice put an end to his spinning. His head split apart, with both halves dropping down to either side of him; resting on each shoulder. For most folks this would have likely resulted in death, which would have resulted in a disqualification for the boy, but alas; he was a Majin, and so the fight must go on.
Faustus spun around to face his foe, though with his eyes now so far apart it was a bit difficult to focus. He snatched a hold of each half and pulled them back up; smushing them together until they finally stuck. His face didn't look too bad at this point, though a few scars began to show themselves; the regeneration process was not perfect over such a short amount of time. The attack wasn't half bad from Erebos, though it'd take a lot more than that to finish him off.
He was a bit drained after all of that, so he'd have to take things slow with this next one. The Majin brought his hands together and pulled his arms behind his back. With a quick swing he'd throw them over his head and attempt to hammer Erebos into the ground.
Lazy Slice = 40,200 vs 0 = 42,000 = 28%
Kurībākiru = 28,800 (20% - 1KP - No Variant) Aimed at Erebos Steaming Mad Activated
No Items - KP: 0/6 - MP: 3/6 - HP: 47/300
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Talk about brutal! With his strike ringing true, Erebos worried briefly if this broke the “no maiming” rule, but with Majins being so strange, he presumed the rules had a clause or two in there for those who could regenerate at such dizzying speeds. It wasn’t like losing his head impeded him for very long, after all.
”You don’t talk much, do you?” Erebos snapped his fingers, and his sword reappeared in his hand. Stickler thrummed quietly, waiting for a chance to split skin again. It wasn’t quite right to say Stickler was alive, but there was a feeling one got when wielding it. A unique excitement that the sword bestowed on its holder for the most fleeting of moments as they first tightened their grip.
”If it’s okay with you, I’ll just do the talking for both of us. Sound good?”
Faustus responded by bringing his arms down on Erebos’ head.
The Oni had the briefest moment to respond, and he did so by bringing his arms up over his head. The armor protecting him did so just barely, absorbing the blow before cracking under the pressure. His arm guards were torn to shreds, but in all honesty it kinda made him look cooler.
Shaking off the force of the blow, Erebos attempted to cut away at some of Faustus’ arm before it retraced. Wether or not it’d ring true, though, was hard to tell.
”I’ll take that as a yes...”
[ITEM] Battle Armor used! 20% Power = 33,500 Defense! Armor vs Kurībākiru = Armor wins!
The joyful vision of cracking this kid's head open like a melon were quickly dismissed as somehow he was able to defend against his strike with barely a scratch to show for it. He was going all out, and yet he hadn't even landed a single hit on the guy yet; embarrassing. His rage was barely containable at this point, and yet anything he did to feed into that would only hinder his efforts; he needed to try and stay collected if he wanted to win.
As Faustus pulled his arms back into place his foe slashed away, severing his left arm off entirely. Hardly a worry for a Majin, though still it proved to sting. Rather than pulling it back into place however, he instead chose an alternative option. Instead of bringing the arm back to his body he had it aim up, and fired it off in the direction of Erebos' jaw. As this was occurring he brought his other arm down low and swung it around in a sweeping motion, with the intention of knocking Erebos off his feet.
If he successfully pull that off then he could follow up by leaping into the air and coming back down for a body slam.
No Items - KP: 2/6 - MP: 4/6 - HP: 47/300
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2021 22:12:17 GMT -5 by Deleted
The lopped-off arm lashed out, which Erebos entirely expected. He leaned back as it traveled toward him, letting it soar up and over his head. He chuckled, and was about to fire off some quip or another when he was swept off his feet by Faustus’ other arm. Somehow, he had been so focused on the missing limb that he’d forgotten his opponent still had the other one attached.
Groaning, his eyes widened as the Majin dropped from the sky like an anvil. With a resounding crash, Majin met Demon, and the impact dented the tiling with a nice Erebos-shaped crater. He wheezed under the pressure, but an idea bubbled to the forefront.
His fingers wiggled in the crater, and a pair of shadowy tendrils snaked their way out of the space between Faustus and Erebos. They’d aim to twirl around the Majin’s body, constricting him tight, before trying to fling him out of the ring! The effort surely wouldn’t defeat such a wild and unruly fighter, but it’d be enough to give Erebos room to breath.
From there, Erebos would sink through the floor, moving through the cracks of the tiles to reappear a few meters away from the crater. It was always a little funky when he had such thin shadows to use, but it worked out all the same in the end.
The rocket like first of Majin didn't land, though he didn't care much when his follow up strike took Erebos off his feet. Within an instant he was in the air and then a few moments later he was back down on top of the Demon. While he lay on top of the squiring Erebos he took the time to pull his other arm over and back in place, and then for a moment he simply marveled at his own accomplishment; he actually managed to shut the brat up for a bit.
His victory was not complete though; not even close. Though the impact had pushed him down and into the stage, Erebos himself still lay awake. He forced his fingers out and around Faustus, and from there they wrapped themselves around the Majin. Slowly but surely he felt his innards being crushed under the pressure, but he was determined not to let the boy escape his wrath. As much as he fought though he knew that it was a losing battle. It was only a matter of time until Erebos had overpowered Faustus, throwing him out of the ring in the process. For a second he thought about simply flying back down, but of course that would result in a disqualification; that'd be bad.
As he was launched out of the ring and over the crowd he instead flung his arms back down and onto the platform; digging into the sides of the stage and pulling himself back in. At this point Erebos had made his way out of the crater now and back to his feet. Seeing Erebos slink through the cracks between each tile gave Faustus his own idea.
As he crouched at the edge of the stage his body suddenly slunked into a pile of goo, as if his non-existent bones were all ripped out at once. The goo like substance that remained from his body then filled up the cracks of the tiles around him, and then like a river bursting through a dam they flowed through the cracks and in a matter of moments they had filled up the space between every tile in the ring. With his prey now surrounded on every side he launched his attack.
His body rose up from it's slumber, and from every piece came tendrils which shot out at every angle; reconnecting his broken body. His form now took the shape a cover over the floor of the platform. Every corner of said cover flew into the sky and coalesced at the top, attempting to trap Erebos in the middle like a baby in the womb. From there it would compact and tighten it's grip with every passing second, hoping to suffocate him in the process.