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Post by PsychoBrolli on Jan 14, 2014 16:36:56 GMT -6
Rushing through the old warehouse Brolli could feel another powerlevel begin to rise, this one out of anger he could tell. He didn't have time to measure the warriors exact strength because there were other matters at hand. Now, barreling through the back wall of the warehouse he entered into a small alley that was full of trash, debris and a few old dump bins. Quickly rushing down the narrow path way he dropped his Powerlevel in the attempt to avoid detection, although the trail of destruction was easy enough to track.
Looking to his right a sharp piece of building scrap shaped like a spear lay there leaned against the wall. Grabbing the "spear" with his right hand he dashed out into the street. The smoke was thick and was irritating to his eyes but he could still make out Pikkons silloutte dashing through unimpeaded. Then quickly he thrusted the spear through the smoke towards him like a dart player aiming for a bulls-eye. Gathering more energy into his hand he cast a blast into the air that exploded and split into small blast that fell like rain on the are. The power wasn't enough to kill a decent warrior but way more than enough for these weakling humans.
Then whipping around during all the comotion he faced the mysterious power he felt earlier and decided to check it out. He recalled as a child he enjoyed hunting wild game in the vast forrests of old Vegeta in search of the beast that roamed there. Memories of the old saiyan tournaments also entered his mind and how he wanted to be a champion warrior. This was a similar game to him, wild game, his own personal prey. He darted off back down the alley way and towards the warehouse that he just came and he could feel the power growing closer and closer. He began to power back up and then it happened...
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Post by TheGreatPikkon on Jan 21, 2014 16:52:49 GMT -6
Pikkon stared blankly at the destruction before him. People were in serious danger. He heard the young woman's ranting and sensed her power level to be very high for a human. He wasn't sure what wanted in all of this, but he knew she wasn't happy. He hoped she would distract this bumbling brute long enough for him to do a little damage control.
Just as he turned to rush to the aid of others, he saw the tip of a large, thin object flying at him from the fog of smoke. He rushed toward the site reflexively as the object narrowly missed his shoulder. This was getting serious.
Pikkon knew he couldn't waste any more time with this saiyan. He rushed into the smoke, looking for anyone he could help. Suddenly, an energy ball rose into the air and split into hundreds of tiny bits, showering down toward the ground. Pikkon could see several people through the smoke now, standing right in the area the deadly rain would land any moment now.
Without another thought, he dashed toward them.
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Post by Chi-chi on Jan 21, 2014 19:48:50 GMT -6
It was men's tendency to ignore women and their ranting. This situation was no different. Despite the over sized troublemaker and the green vigilante being different than humans, their male tendencies remained intact. She tried to get attention after her lunch was ruined. Even with the chaos that surrounded her, she selfishly acted upon her needs because today was the first day in awhile that she had a day off from the stresses in her life.
"Where do you two busters think you are going huh? I am not done talking here!" The large man seemed to pay no attention. As nimble as a gymnast, he hopped into the air and threw something in the direction of the green man. Then, following his spartan toss, he unleashed a rain of blasts. She saw the blasts dropping down from the skies. Surrounding her, she heard the screams of people rushing to the nearest cover. Unfortunately, as she stood in the middle of the street, she had nowhere to hide. Therefore, she had no choice, but to cover herself. The blasts dropped onto cars blowing them on impact. As if some miracle, the rain of blasts seemed to avoid her until one managed to scrape the side of her dress. The blast would have burned her skin if it were not for the material of her sleeves.
Once the rain of blasts ended, she lowered her arms and felt a slight breeze trickle against her arm. She looked over. In horror, she noticed how her arm was sleeveless.
"Okay, that does it!" She shouted angrily. It wasn't the fact that she could have been injured that annoyed her. No, it was the tear in her dress that set her over the edge.
Seeing where the freak show went, she ran after him into the alley way that he escaped into. In most cases, women going into alley ways was a stupid move. However, her ox-like temper ignored logic, therefore, she was unconcerned for her safety after what had been done to her dress. She ran after the man at full speed. Her arms pumped along with her powerful strides. She was agile with her slender and smaller framed making it easy to avoid the trash cans that were littered across the alley way. After hopping over a homeless man, she skid to a halt when she caught sight of the vigilante who ruined her dress.
"Hey Mister! I said I was not done talking to you...because of you I couldn't finish my meal and my day off is ruined. Ugh why couldn't you cause trouble somewhere else? Oh, and now you owe me a new dress!" She shouted to get his attention. Her narrow-eyed expression indicated she was serious with her request.
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Post by PsychoBrolli on Jan 23, 2014 0:00:51 GMT -6
The sound of destruction was music to his ears even though he got nothing out of hurting other or destroying things. Did he hit the green man? Was he wounded? He began to get lost in thought..Sometimes he wondered why he did things like this, but then his saiyan blood would boil and it seemed this was the only medicine to cool him down. Many time his father had subdued him with a mind device or just words, but he was a child then. Those were the days he thought..then he snapped back to reality There was fire and chaos everywhere and he heard distant screams.
Just then a powerful voice rang out from behind, somewhat catching him off guard. He slowly turned around and what he saw amazed him, it was a human but not your normal human for this one had commendable strength and her speed seemed greater than his. What was most impressive is that her anger seemed to make her stronger or so it seemed, much like himself. "Oh..I'm sorry" he said sarcastically, "You see I'm just having a little fun in the park today and it is hot". While speaking he took the time to measure her up and noticed her sleave. There was broken glass everwhere. "I'm not much the clothing designer but it seems your shirt is torn, so I say we fix the other sleeve too". Just then he blew as hard as he could sending sharp shards up glass towards here, not enough to kill, but enough to cut and after all this was the beginning of the game. As the pieces flew towards her he shouted "Instead of a new dress lets try my resourceful styling skills I think you'll like it!". He quickly pondered which direction to run.
Score one for Brolli...
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Post by TheGreatPikkon on Jan 26, 2014 19:50:38 GMT -6
The rain of blasts scattered and fell toward the street as Pikkon rushed headlong toward the scattered group of people. He didn't know how he could save them all, but he had to try. By instinct, he grabbed the first two people he came to and threw them under a nearby concrete awning in front of a restaurant. He saw four others nearby, hiding beside a vehicle. They would be blown to bits if he didn't help them. There were five others in other places who were still in serious danger. With no other options, he shot a small energy blast near the feet of the first group and shouted, "Move now!". The men got the hint, running away from the spot the blast landed into open ground, away from the cars.
This all happened in just a few seconds. He was moving as fast as he could, which was very fast. Lunging forward, he crossed a great distance in a flash and stopped in the middle of the other scattered people. He had no way to shelter them. The blasts were an instant from impact with the nearest cars. The nearest of the people to him was a young man around 16. He was huddled against the rear fender of his car and shaking. One of the blasts was heading directly toward his car. With no time to react, Pikkon raised his arm, palm out, and charged the biggest blast he could muster, shooting it wildly toward the front end of the car, hoping to blast the thing clear of the boy before it got hit.
The blast dropped in a downward arc as it flew. The boy watched as it hit the ground a few feet from him, just beside the front fender of the car. The impact was enormous on his body from this range. In a moment's time, the boy was flying through the air, away from the car, just as the car flew away from him. The falling blast caught the top of the car as it was blasted away, and just as it sailed out of range of the boy, it exploded and flipped several times.
The blasts all seemed to land at once. Everything around was suddenly a wreck. Windows were blown out of buildings. Cars were burned and mangled throughout the busy street. Pikkon took a breath of relief when the young man stood up from the ground and looked around in a daze. There was screaming. Two of the people were caught together by a blast and killed instantly, and several others had been wounded to various degrees. He noticed as he looked around that many people were starting to regain their senses and look strangely at him. His green skin always had that effect on humans.
He couldn't waste time explaining himself right now. He sensed that the woman had caught up to the crazy Saiyan who had made this mess, and also that the thieves were getting away. He took a deep breath, flexed his muscles and raised his power level, shooting fast into the air toward the robbers. He still had to know what they had.
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Post by Chi-chi on Jan 27, 2014 11:05:42 GMT -6
In the alley way, she eventually caught up the perpetrator who ruined her dress. His size may have intimidated most, but not her. Her narrowed eyes glared at him fiercely. She forgot about the other green man for the time being.
"You call this fun? Most people play sports or read for fun. You are a weirdo!" She was about to say something more when he pointed out that he could fix her dress. What had he meant by that? Looking at him with a puzzled expression, she had not noticed what he was planning. Suddenly, he blew shards of glass to the opposite sleeve. She closed her eyes because she thought she would be cut, but the brute hadn't been aiming for his skin. He went for her dress. The sleeve was shredded in an instant. If it were not for the thickness of the fabric, the glass would have sliced her arm easily. Her mouth gaped at the sight of her dress being further ruined by the same person. Her facial expression went from shock to bull-like rage in an instant. After seeing her dress be ruined, she snarled viciously. The fact that he almost tried to cut her was the least of her problems.
"Oh that does it! I am going to teach you a lesson!" He had some nerve further ruining her dress. Rather then continue talking or trying to reason with him, she lunged at him. She attempted to drive her signature, open palm strikes into his large abdomen. He was a big man which meant he had more to aim for. For this reason, she hoped she hit him, thus, inflicting enough pain upon him so that he would regret having destroyed her dress.
"You owe me a new dress mister." She shouted angrily while she attempted to hit him with some open palm strikes.
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Post by PsychoBrolli on Feb 4, 2014 12:21:37 GMT -6
In the alley way, he chuckled as she begin to rage. This was all to familiar territory for him as most of his opponents did the same before meeting their doom. This one, however possesed a special rage the made her stronger and this he respected. But the fact of the matter was that his game was now about to come to a end. Suddenly, without warning he felt the palm sink into his abdomen as the spit flew from his mouth. The force of the strike knocked him through the old warehouse wall as dust, debris, old tools and supplies crumbled down on top of him. He saw stars. Then slowly rising back up he shook off the dizziness and reappeared back into the alley, this time his clothes were ripped up and stained with dirt. Brolli's facial expression was now stern and serious. Then speaking in a low voice.."You dare make me bleed and ruin my clothes?" his voice carried with purpose.
Brolli flexed his muscles as the green aura begin to smoke from his skin and grabbed a rag off the ground. He wrapped it around his right hand and without warning blasted towards the strange woman gathering up a return shot to the gut. She was fast..
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