Long Live the King

Frieza
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Joined: June 4th, 2017, 10:33 pm

June 12th, 2018, 5:00 pm #1

OOC Notes: This battle thread takes place at a point during this thread (link TBC).
“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”
With a steady and slow pace that belied the adrenaline and emotions that were currently coursing through him like a torrent, High Prince Frieza moved along the length of the throne room. How many times had he walked this very same walk? Truly, he had lost count. However, despite that, this time somehow felt different. It was as if he was making this journey for the very first time all over again. He knew why too. It was so obvious. The excitement of everything that had happened so far, as well as was about to happen, was already thick within his veins.

The Changeling took his time as he made his way down the length of the room. After all, there was no need to rush. He planned to take his sweet time with all of this and enjoy every last moment. As such Frieza’s eyes had not moved from one spot since he had entered the throne room and the doors had closed behind him. They were fixed on the throne at the other end of the room as he moved closer and closer, or rather they were fixed on the individual that sat upon the throne; King Cold, Frieza’s Father.

Not a single word had been uttered from either of them as the prodigal son continued to walk through the room. Even if one of them had whispered the other would have heard, such were the acoustics of the large chamber, but there was no need to speak. Right now words did not matter, only the moment did and Frieza was enjoying every second of it. Eventually, though it had taken several minutes, the young Arcosian finished making his way across the throne room, or at least enough for him to finally feel as if it was time for him to finally talk.

Daddy dearest, I’m home,” Frieza began as he stopped walking.

He was not some ten or so feet away from the throne, though even then he was stood at the very base of the upward sloping dais on which it sat atop. From here Frieza had to crane his neck back just to look up at the King because of the height of the dais, though even without the dais he’d have still had to look up due to the gargantuan size of his Father.

“Though, as you’ve no doubt already guessed from all the commotion outside, I’ve come here with a purpose. The time has finally come for you to step down from that throne of yours and abdicate.” A wide smile pulled at Frieza’s face. “The Empire is in need of a new direction and you’re simply not capable of leading it down that path. Such a route requires one of… considerably more wisdom and strength than your frail body and mind has to offer.”

There was likely less truth to this than even Frieza himself believed, though he was not going to miss this rare opportunity to speak his mind toward King Cold. For countless years of the Prince’s childhood, the King had been all but a partly absent figure that he had even idolised. It was only after Frieza’s innate and unfathomable power had come to light did the King truly take notice of him. As Frieza had grown he had come to believe that his Father pandered to him as much as he had done because he feared the consequence of what would have happened if he didn’t. However, it took the youngest sons fall from grace to truly discover the truth.

His Father had used him, even when Frieza had believed it was he who was doing the using. While the Arcosian High Prince held the power it was King Cold who held control over him. There had been no real freedom, only perceived freedom. He’d been used as a tool to expand the Empire and eliminate any and all threats. Cooler had been used in this way too, albeit to a far lesser extent due to his weaker constitution in comparison to Frieza’s. It had taken the King’s humiliation while Frieza had been weakened, and his sudden favouring of Cooler, for the truth to finally come to light.

It had taken quite a bit longer than he had ever anticipated, but every decision and action that the small Prince had taken since his initial return to planet Cold after his resurrection, had been leading toward this very moment. This was his chance to humiliate the King in kind. This was his chance to take back everything that was rightfully his. This was his chance to take everything that should be his. Before this was over Frieza’s plans, or at least this set of plans, would finally come to a close.

“As you’re my Father I am going to offer you a curtsey that I never have to any other before now. I’m going to offer you mercy.” Frieza explained, a hint of humour tinging the edges of his voice.

It was meant exactly as it had no doubt come across - as an insult. In spite of this Frieza actually meant what he had said. He fully intended to keep his word and gran his Father mercy, if the King so wished to take that option. Yet, without even explaining what this option entailed, it was clear it would be far from befitting one of the King’s position and stature.

“Step down from my throne, kneel before your King and kiss the floor at my feet. Beg for your life.” Frieza finally added, raising a pointed finger. “Now I want to believe you truly wish to be spared, so you must convince me of such. Only then might I, the almighty Frieza, grant you the gift of your spared life.”

With that, the diminutive Changeling formed a small ball of energy in the space just atop his extended finger. Immediately its pulsating magenta light illuminated his face in a sickly glow. Despite this, the crimson pupils of his unblinking eyes continued to look beyond the energy toward the seated King. The focus was evident from his eyes, though so was the hatred that filled them.

“Alternatively, and I might add that this is my personal preference, if you should refuse this gracious offer…”

In the pause that followed, the small ball of energy drifted down above his steadily upturning palm before his fingers closed in around the small ball of energy, destroying it in his grip as his hand balled into a tight fist. With its magenta hue extinguished his expression was instantly plunged into shadowed darkness, though his sinister smirk was still ever apparent. Naturally, the act was symbolic of the clear meaning behind his words.

“And I shall obliterate you from existence.”

He allowed the words to hang in the air for a few seconds before his expression softened to what would appear to be indifference, only then did he fold his arms across his chest and close his eyes. It had been the first time he had taken his eyes off of the King since he had first entered the room. Briefly gesturing that he cared not with an upturned hand, he slipped it back into the folded position across his chest that it had previously resided within.

“What say you, Father?”

Word Count: 1,231.
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Actions
STATS
1) N/A
2) N/A
3) N/A
4) N/A
5) N/A
6) N/A

STAT Enhancements:
  • Weapon: +10% Strength
  • Equipment: +7% Strength | +12% Ki | +18% Agility | +27% Durability
  • Aura: +3% All STATS (except Health & PL)
  • Nanomachines: +10% to all Stats | -5% fatigue a turn
Total Gains: +30% Strength | +25% Ki | +31% Agility | +40% Durability
Battle STATS
Strength:
39,838 (51,789)
Ki:
39,838 (49,798)
Agility:
39,838 (52,188)
Durability:
39,838 (55,773)
Fatigue:
0% / 100%
Health:
79,676 (111,546)
Power Level:
318,704 (419,096)
OOC Notes: I think it's finally time I took this bad boy out for a spin!
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King Cold NPC
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June 15th, 2018, 2:26 pm #2

It was dark inside the Royal Throne Room and this reflected the King’s mood quite appropriately. Muffled explosions could be heard as they worked their way through the thick marble that the palace was constructed from. Every now and then, a particularly powerful explosion would be accompanied by a small puff of dust as the foundations of the grand building shook and the mighty stone pillars that spanned floor to ceiling in the throne room shifted ever-so-slightly. The mighty Arcosion, enveloped in shadow from where he sat atop a great marble dais, grimaced, his teeth grinding together slightly at the thought of his Royal Palace suffering any structural damage from this unwelcome insurgency.

”Which one will it be?” Cold wondered aloud, interrupting the silence that fell in between the thundering explosions outside.

He was referring to the attack, of course, for what else could be on his mind at a time like this? To his, icy and calculating, mind, there this insurrection could only have been orchestrated by one of two people, both of whom he knew intimately. He very well should have done, because the both of him were sprung from his loins! The errant princes, Cooler the elder, cunning and powerful in equal measure, yet still jealous of his younger sibling, the prodigy that was Prince Frieza. Both of them were likely candidates for this assault on the capital, for both of them knew boundless ambition and held an insatiable thirst for power, a trait that was no-doubt inherited from their father. Really, this fate, this entire situation was the unavoidable consequence of decades of grooming; for had he not nurtured that desire for power where he could have stifled it? Had he not wanted them this way, a reflection of himself in life’s mirror? He could have likely raised them along a different path, had he so desired; instead of pitting them against one another in a violent struggle to win his approval and, eventually, his throne, he could have raised them to respect and value each other. Imagine what a team the two princes would make if they combined their strength and used it to rule over the Galaxy together!

”Pfft!” Cold scoffed, snorting with stifled laughter.

How pathetic a notion, to rely on the strength of another, even if it was your own brother. The King had taught his offspring, from a very young age, that one could only rely on one’s own power if they wished to be truly mighty and he had led by vicious example. It came as no surprise to him then, when fighting broke out this day within the capital city of his throneworld. He had sensed bitterness from each of his sons the last few times they had met, which was becoming less and less frequent every passing year. Each of the two brothers were becoming more and more secretive and more successful at eluding those agents he sent to spy on them; Frieza had even managed to turn one of his own agents to his own employ.

”What was he called...?” The King wracked his brain for a moment before the answer came to him. ”...Zarbon, that was it. He had such promise, that one. ” The words came out like a sigh. The King sounded almost wistful as he recalled the loss of a subordinate that had proven himself more capable than most. ”Good help is so hard to find, these days.”

Just then, as if summoned by the King’s words, the great stone doors to the Throne Room began to swing inwards. There was a soft groaning noise that grew steadily louder as the doors were forced open, the heavy machinery that was usually required to operate such titanic slabs of marble (yes, they were made of marble too, practically everything in the palace was) was being overpowered by a massive force from the other side of the doors. It wasn’t long before whatever mechanism was contained within the walls either side of the great doors gave way with a final, horrendous screech and stopped resisting altogether.

It was at that moment that it was revealed to Cold, just which of his sons had come for his throne today; standing on the threshold to the room, with his ivory-white arms still placed against the heavy stone doors (which now no longer served as a barrier to anyone), stood the diminutive form of his youngest son, Frieza.

Ah. So it’s you, is it? He thought to himself, somewhat irritated, but also proud of his youngest son for beating his elder sibling to the inevitable punch.

Frieza paused, only briefly, as his eyes locked with his father’s across the grand Throne Room whereupon he thrust the mighty marble doors fully wide and, with no machinery to halt their movement, they clattered and shattered upon the palace walls, filling the area with noise and choking dust.

Insolent child. I loved those doors. The King couldn’t suppress the smile that crept into the corners of his mouth as he recalled the day he had come for his father’s throne. The smile faded when he remembered the other thing he had come to take from his father that day, his head.

Frieza approached him then. Crossing the room in silence and never once breaking eye contact with the King who sat on his throne with his head propped up with one giant hand, scowling at the son who had come to snatch his kingdom from him. Still, there would be no incivility this day; it was important to observe proper manners even under such trying circumstances as these, otherwise, they would be no better than those filthy Saiyan monkeys that had, thankfully, been all-but-eradicated from existence. When Frieza greeted him, the King responded in kind.

”Welcome back, son. I wonder what might bring you back home today...” He didn’t wonder this at all. ”...and was it really necessary to ruin the doors?”

The Arcosian Prince then explained his purpose here this day, and none of what was said was of particular surprise to the King; he had seen this day coming since both of his children were knee-high (a stature that Prince Frieza had since surpassed, albeit barely). His son extolled him with a variety of reasons why he would be more fit to rule than his father, garden variety stuff really, so Cold allowed himself to drift off for a few moments until it was his turn to speak again (this was often the way with Arcosians). It was only when Frieza said began to prattle on about “mercy” and “begging” that he began to take notice, and offense, at what was being said. The threat that followed the offer of mercy, however, the mighty King thought was a particularly nice touch, one which brought a genuine smile to his lips.

”Well then...” He said, when Frieza was finally done talking. ”...it seems like you’ve made your decision, as I have made mine”

Cold rose then, from his throne (you guessed it, marble) and stood up to his full height where he towered above most other creatures, especially now from his elevated throne. He felt his dark clock brush against his back and legs as he stood and considered removing it briefly, before re-considering; he doubted there would be much of anything remaining once all was said and done, so removing such a delicate bit of fabric in order to protect it was a ludicrous idea in the first place, so he left it where it was.

”Now, shall we see how frail this body of mine is?”

That was all the warning the Prince would get, for in the next instant, King Cold launched himself from the raised dais, directly towards the smaller Changeling below him. As he plummeted, Cold brought both of his massive arms in front of his body and began to channel every bit of his inner-energy towards his forearms, intending to use them as a kind of energy battering ram against his son. He knew that he couldn’t afford to hold back any of his power, or it would likely cost him his life. Whether or not this dive-bomb attack connected, he wouldn’t waste any time with the follow-up, where he would attempt to impale Frieza with the mighty horns he displayed atop his head. If the would-be-usurper was able to dodge the first attack, Cold would spring directly after him, hoping to press his advantage while his son was off-guard and skewer him through the midsection.

I always thought that form was silly. He had time to think as he fell towards his fated battle and his son, whose head was smooth and strangely devoid of the beautiful horns the King possessed. Why would you want to get rid of such a convenient weapon?

WC: 1,470

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Actions
STATS

1) Activate Giant Form - +10% to Strength and Durability. -25% Agility
2/3) Cross Arm Dive - 8% Str - 4,013 Damage potential, cannot be parried.
4/5/6) Death Fork - 20% Str - 10,032 Damage Potential, Very difficult to dodge or parry, and cannot be blocked or overwhelmed.

STAT Enhancements:
  • Equipment:
  • Aura:Resplendent Lilac (+14% to Strength)/Jagged (+2.5% to Spar/Battle Gains)[/color]
  • Giant Form - +10% to Strength and Durability. -25% Agility
Total Gains: +24% Strength | +0% Ki | -25% Agility | +10% Durability |
Battle STATS
Strength:
40,000 (50,160)
Ki:
30,000 (30,000)
Agility:
20,000
(15,000)
Durability:
35,000 (38,500/color])
Fatigue:
34% / 100%
Health:
77,000 - 0 = 77,000
Power Level:
250,000 (267,320)
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Frieza
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July 13th, 2018, 11:08 pm #3

When the King rushed forward on the attack it both succeeded and failed in surprising the young Prince. He had known that his Father would never truly accept his offer of mercy. He had taught both Frieza and Cooler far better than that. So going on the attack was really the only alternative left for the large Arcosian. That wasn’t what surprised him. What did surprise Frieza was the fact that the King, as he shot down the dais through the space between them both, seemingly enlarged his body to a size even bigger than it already was.

It was an ability that Frieza also had at his disposal and, at that moment at least, he actually considered using it as a means of countering the attempted assault, but quickly decided against it. It would grant him a boost in physical strength and durability that would have otherwise been beyond his usual body, but the drop in agility would be far too drastic. In any normal battle, it wouldn’t have even mattered to him. Why would it? There was no being alive that could hope to compare to him. That being said… this was King Cold, his Father. If there was a Changeling alive that was not to be underestimated, beyond himself, of course, it was his Father.

Perhaps it was the speed already picked up from his momentum. Perhaps it was because of the millisecond of hesitation that the Prince had felt in the moments prior. Or maybe his Father was simply faster than Frieza had ever truly realised… either way, as the Kind reached him Frieza quickly realised that he was not fully prepared for it. The King’s enlarged forearms slammed into the Prince own arms, which he had quickly raised in a failed attempt to block the attack. The full weight and force of the larger Arcosian slammed into Frieza’s forearms, driving them back into his own chest and forcing him sliding back across the floor.

The King didn’t appear to be finished there though. Instantly following up on the attack, King Cold bent low and lunged forward with the attempt of goring his youngest son through the midsection with his horns. It might have been successful too if it hadn’t been for the added space that Frieza had gained from taking the previous attack. With his arms already partially raised the smaller Arcosian reached out and grabbed his Father by the horns. It took all of his physical strength just to stop himself from being impaled, but he managed it.

“You never did understand the weakness of these things,” he stated smugly.

Frieza could hardly talk, three of his “lesser forms” had horns too - well, two of them; he never spoke of that third form. In truth, though he’d never admit it, the outward appearance had been in honour of his Father. That was the very same reason that he didn’t really use that form anymore, that and the fact that he no longer saw the need to limit his power. Such arrogance had played quite the large part in his loss and eventual death at the hands of those two disgusting monkeys. Never again would he make such a mistake, especially against his Father.

Little did the King know that even in this position, with both of his hands completely full, that Frieza had been preparing and now utilizing an attack. Why would he? He could not sense such things like Frieza could and even if he had been using a scouter to scan his son it wouldn’t have helped since it was not from within the young Prince that the energy was to be directed from.

An aura then sparked up around the diminutive Prince, surrounding and illuminating his body in a sickly, magenta glow. He could feel his power intensifying beyond his normal limitations, far beyond anything he had been capable of the last time his Father had seen him. If anything, although he would not show it just yet, he was even stronger than he had been when he had died at the hands of that filthy Saiyan. This was the moment that all his preparation and planning had been leading toward. The excitement he felt at being so close to achieving was almost palpable!

The right corner of the Changeling’s mouth twitched upward as he felt the energy reach fever pitch. It was ready. The floor beneath their feet began glowing, though that tell only happened the very moment before the attack came to fruition.

Without further warning, the floor erupted up from underneath them in an explosion of energy and marble that instantly included them both. It didn’t hurt Frieza, it was his own energy after all, but it would certainly hurt his Father if it did indeed hit him - and that wasn’t for certain. Nevertheless, this was far from all that the small Prince was capable of. Perhaps it wouldn’t even take such extremes to get the result he wanted. Either way, he was going to savour this entirely.

Every. Single. Moment. Of. It.

Word Count: 845.
Total Word Count: 2,076.

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Actions
STATS
- Takes Cross Arm Dive (-4,013 health)
1) Parry Death Fork (-2,508 health | +6% fatigue)
2) Power Up (+15% to Strength & Ki | +5% fatigue)
3, 4 & 5) Energy Geyser (13,172 damage | Hard to Block | +23% fatigue)
6) Respite (-10% fatigue)
- Nanomachine Recovery (-5% fatigue)

STAT Enhancements:
  • Weapon: +10% Strength
  • Equipment: +7% Strength | +12% Ki | +18% Agility | +27% Durability
  • Aura: +3% All STATS (except Health & PL)
  • Nanomachines: +10% to all Stats | -5% fatigue a turn
  • Power Up: +15% Strength | 15% Ki
Total Gains: +45% Strength | +40% Ki | +31% Agility | +40% Durability
Battle STATS
Strength:
39,838 (59,557)
Ki:
39,838 (57,268)
Agility:
39,838 (52,188)
Durability:
39,838 (55,773)
Fatigue:
19% / 100%
Health:
111,546 - 6,521 = 105,025
Power Level:
318,704 (449,572)
OOC Notes: I think it's finally time I took this bad boy out for a spin!
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King Cold NPC
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July 14th, 2018, 12:11 pm #4

Foolish son of mine!

The thought flashed through the King’s mind as he noticed his son’s moment of hesitation. Cold was under no illusions that this instant of indecision was borne out of some familial affection that Frieza held in his breast, but more likely a miscalculation based entirely around his ego. That unwavering confidence in his own might that would not allow him to entertain the thought that anyone, even his own father, could pose a physical threat to him in battle. It was a flaw he had always possessed, this arrogance, and it had led to to his first and only real defeat at the hands of that Saiyan monkey.

Where do you think that power came from?

The King smirked at the moment his giant limbs collided with the Prince’s, comparatively, tiny ones; the shockwave created by their impact shock the marble pillars that supported the building in which they fought and the Kind heard the tinkling of glass as several windows shattered nearby. He cared not, for he highly doubted that this battle would be decided with such a small amount of collateral damage. Cold felt his son’s arms buckle under the pressure of his blow and he knew that the haughty Prince had felt that one, he could see it in his eyes as his small, yet elegant, form was sent skidding away from him.

Legs the size of tree trunks and tendons as thick as bridge-cable pumped and the King sprang after his son with his follow-up attack. However, it appeared that Frieza’s hesitation was a thing of the past; this time he was ready for his father and caught the King by the very horns he had intended to impale the younger Arcosian upon.

The King’s grin spread even wider, even as Frieza taunted him. Clearly, he thought that he had regained control of this battle.

”You think to stop me with that tiny body of yours?”

Even facing the ground as he was, his horns gripped by his son’s ivory hands, Cold could imagine the look of confusion that might have fallen over the latter’s face. Had he not stopped the King’s charge in its tracks? And was he not now vulnerable because of that?

”Tch!” Cold scoffed. ”Hubris!”

He gritted his teeth and pushed forward with all of his might, flexing every muscle in his gigantic body towards a single purpose, overpowering his upstart son and forcing him back to the edge of the room, where he could corner him and finish this rebellion almost as soon as it had started. His lavender skin bulged and pulsed in places as his tremendous bulk grew larger still, veins a and arteries pushed their way to the surface as gallons of blood were forced through them, all to feed those incredible muscles with more and more fuel with which to crush his opponent.

After a moment or two, the King’s grin faded. He was straining against the Prince, using all of his considerable might in an attempt to move him, but Frieza did not move a single inch. To Cold, it felt as if he had dug his horns in the core of the planet rather than his arrogant son’s palms. He grunted with the exertion, shocked and confused that all of his efforts were having absolutely zero effect, but there was a third emotion that was starting to creep into the King’s consciousness; he was unfamiliar with it and so did not recognise it at first, but he would come to know it intimately before the day was though...fear.

Before he could redouble his efforts (assuming they would have been any more effective than his last exertions), the ground beneath his feet (which he could see quite clearly from his current position) began to crack. It all happened in a fraction of a second but when you were capable of doing battle on this level, even that span of time can seem like an age. Deep cracks began to appear in the marble floor, with no apparent centre to them. From within the widening web of damage came the telltale glow of an Arcosian’s magenta energy, spilling from the ruined floor and soon erupting into a blinding torrent that engulfed the King’s entire field of vision.

He screamed then, though the sound of his voice was thankfully drowned out by the deafening roar of the geyser of energy that swallowed both warriors. Cold felt the searing touch of his son’s attack as it enveloped him, washing over the entirety of his massive form like a living entity. It felt as it energy was searching for a way inside his body as it scorched every part of his epidermis; it was all the King could do to screw his eyes shut and tightly clench his jaw against the onslaught and hope that his body could withstand such abuse.

Finally, after what seemed like an age, the agony subsided and the terrible heat that had swallowed his body began to fade. With his body feeling raw and his senses on high alert, Cold noticed the sensation of movement and risked opening his eyes once more. What he saw as his vision began to clear was much the same as he saw before his son’s attack, the marble floor of the throne room, only now it was much farther away, the force of Frieza’s attack apparently throwing the pair of them high into the air. From the resistance he felt when he attempted to move his neck, he could tell that his son was still gripping his horns, apparently refusing to relinquish the advantage that this afforded him.

Think, Cold!

His mind gripped in a mild panic, the King’s agile mind scrambled for a strategy that would allow him to escape his son’s grip. Possessing a battle sense forged over centuries of conflict, Cold landed on a suitable conclusion in a very short order; in truth, he was very low on options for his son was showing a level of power that he never thought he would be capable of. He had to stop holding back immediately, or he would certainly be destroyed.

With another scream (this time, one of exertion), Cold triggered the change.

”AAARRGGH!!”

He felt his power swell as his body reconfigured itself; the ivory plates on his head expanded to cover his horns and part of his face like, increasing the size of the former and offering more protection to the latter. His huge body began to grow even larger, augmented as it was by his giant-form, he was now truly a giant compared to Frieza. More of those ivory plates began to form on his chest arms and legs, with spiny protrusions at the hands and elbows; even the tip of his tail was armoured now.

It was now or never. The King hoped that this form might afford him the strength required to tip the battle in his favour once again and he made his move like lightning. Still gripped by the horns, he was perfectly aware of Frieza’s position. With all the speed he could muster, Cold shot his huge arms upwards, grabbing for the Prince’s waist. At his current size, both of his hands would easily encircle his son’s tiny body within their vice-like grip. At such a short range, it would be difficult for the Prince to dodge this but, even should he manage this near-impossible feat, he would have to release his grip in order to do so. If his mighty hands did find their mark, Cold intended to twist the Prince’s body like doll and use their elevated position to pile-drive the young upstart back down to the destroyed throne room below them.

It was a gamble, for even a King’s stamina was not unlimited; this form combined with this level of intensity would soon take their toll on his body. No matter how these next few moments went, Cold would need a moment's rest before continuing, or it wouldn’t be long before he fell from exhaustion.

To think you were capable of this much... Cold thought as he made his next move.




WC: 1,359/2,829

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Actions
STATS

Free) Maintain Giant Form - +6% Fatigue
Free) Take Energy Geyser (13,172 damage)
1) Activate Regal Form - +20% to all stats, +3% Fatigue
2/3/4/5) Recoome Death Driver (23,475 damage potential)
6) Respite - -10% Fatigue

STAT Enhancements:
  • Equipment:
  • Aura:Resplendent Lilac (+14% to Strength)/Jagged (+2.5% to Spar/Battle Gains)[/color]
  • Giant Form - +10% to Strength and Durability. -25% Agility, Regal Form +20% to all stats
Total Gains: +24% Strength | +0% Ki | -25% Agility | +10% Durability |
Battle STATS
Strength:
40,000 (60,192)
Ki:
30,000 (36,000)
Agility:
20,000
(18,000)
Durability:
35,000 (46,200)
Fatigue:
72% / 100%
Health:
77,000 - 13,172 = 63,828
* 1.2 (transformation) = 76,594
Power Level:
250,000 (320,784)
OOC Notes: Parrying a T3 like Death Fork should take 2 actions, but I'll let it slide this time because I'm your father.
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July 15th, 2018, 4:39 pm #5

“Think to?” Frieza mocked in response.

He could feel his Father’s ginormous form struggling against his own. The force pressing against his relatively short and thin arms - in comparison to that of the Kings - was beyond impressive. Frieza had always known that his Father was powerful, especially in regards to his physical strength, which was clearly tied into his tremendous size, but this was surprising. Had his ability not declined with his ever progressing age? Did that mean that his Father, at some point in the past, was even more powerful than he appeared to be now? Or was he akin to a fine wine, having been enhanced by age?

Such thoughts and questions were pointless though, for they would never be answered before the natural conclusion to this battle came about; one of them would die before this was over and dead men tell no tales. Regardless of this, however, King Colds struggles appeared for nought. No matter how much of his strength he attempted to use to overwhelm the diminutive Prince, it didn’t even appear as if it were even causing him to struggle. Frieza’s arms weren’t even shaking under the pressure of it all. King Cold was powerful, perhaps more powerful than any other in the history of their species, but compared to Frieza he simply didn’t compare.

Regardless, as Frieza’s own attack engulfed and propelled them up into the high reaches of the throne room, the diminutive Prince allowed himself to be basked in the warm glow of his magenta energy. There was almost something relaxing about it all, in a somewhat sadistic sort of way. It caused a tingling sensation to run along every inch of his exposed body, which was quite literally every inch. Still gripping his Father’s horns, the Prince opted to continue his hold and his advantage, even once the energy from his attack ceased entirely, revealing them both once more.

It was then that something… unexpected happened. Even while Frieza still held on to both horns, his Father began to transform. From his angle, the Prince was unable to see the full extent of the King’s transformation, at least physically, but there was one thing that he was able to see and that was the impossible size that King Cold was now growing too. Just like that, the Princeling’s grip faltered and the ginormous Arcosian King reached out and wrapped his large hands around his son's midsection. It was like being grabbed by a literal giant at this point, which was quite the surreal experience indeed.

Before Frieza could react in any way, shape or form, the King truly turned the tables in his favour. The descent toward the floor of the throne room was rapid and the momentum gained was immersible. If or when his Father succeeded in slamming him into the ground with such an attack it would surely be painful, regardless of who was the more powerful of the two. Such shame could not be allowed. It wouldn’t be allowed. It took some exertion on behalf of the Prince but with some effort, he was able to break free of the King’s grip, albeit only for the briefest of milliseconds; yet that proved enough.

With a rush of wind as air sped to fill the gap his body had previously occupied, Prince Frieza used instant transmission and vanished. He instantly reappeared down upon the floor, roughly ten or so feet away from where the King then crashed as he followed through with his attack. In many ways, the young Arcosian realised that an element of luck had played into his successful evasion of the attack and from the impact that the King had made against the floor it was evident that had he been on the receiving end of it, it would have indeed hurt. He could not afford to fall victim to such an attack, not if he wanted to win this.

In truth, Frieza was actually somewhat impressed. He had truly never seen his Father in any other form beyond that which he usually maintained. As children, both he and Cooler, in moments where their natural animosity waned, had always discussed whether or not that was their Father’s natural form or not. They had, over time, come to the conclusion that it wasn’t, as it didn’t match up with anything similar to that of both of their “final” and natural forms. However… neither did this, ultimately. The Prince wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but from his senses, he could tell that this form of his Father’s was power. In fact, it harnessed more power than Frieza’s natural form did and that was no small feat.

Nevertheless, powered up as he was, even the Kings new form did not match up to the sheer power of Frieza. Even so, if his Father was willing to reveal his true strength to that of his son then it was only proper that Frieza returned the favour in kind… to an extent, at least. After all, why play all your cards when it was barely even necessary to show one? No, his newly discovered “fifth form” was overkill. But that wasn’t to say that it wouldn’t be enjoyable to show his Father the full extent of his true power in his natural form.

“So you’re finally showing your true power. I wasn’t sure you even had it in you.” Frieza stated smugly. “Allow me to do the same!”

With a surge of inner Ki, Frieza forced his energy to course through every inch of his body all at once. Each and every one of the Prince’s muscles enlarged to a near disproportionate size in comparison to the rest of his body, especially that of his arms and shoulders. His overall height did also increase, albeit marginally, but it didn’t help in any way to visually balance out his appearance. This was as powerful as the young Prince could become while in his true, “forth” form. 100% of his full power was now in use. If his Father had paled in comparison before, it was unquestionable that he did now.

“You have been weighed, my Father, and I find your attempts wanting.” Frieza stated sternly.

Raising both of his hands the Prince pointed both of his index fingers toward the still rising King, a malicious grin stretching across his face. With his arms as heavyset and bulky as they now were he almost looked uncomfortable in this position, as if they would be too heavy to maintain such a raised position, but that was far from the case. His fingertips glowed as even more energy raced through his body in an attempt to be expelled.

The barrage death beam. This was one of his favourite attacks. In many ways, it wasn’t as strong as his standard death beam, especially not the full powered one either. Yet, in spite of that, there were many of them. More than he could be bothered to count. It was more a means of toying with an opponent than killing them unless they died from the immense pain that this level of torture could bring. With the thought of how entertaining this would be still fluttering about in his mind, Frieza began his attack, unloading several rapid-fire death beams towards his Father’s gigantic body. It wasn’t as if he could miss.

Word Count: 1,226.
Total Word Count: 3,302.

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Actions
STATS

- Power Up continuation (+5% fatigue)
1 & 2) Instant Transmission Dodge of Recoome Death Driver (1/1)
3) Transformation 1: 100% Full Power (+20% to all stats | +3% fatigue)
4, 5 & 6) Barrage Death Beam (14,640 damage | Very Hard to Block | +21% fatigue)
- Nanomachine Recovery (-5% fatigue)

STAT Enhancements:
  • Weapon: +10% Strength
  • Equipment: +7% Strength | +12% Ki | +18% Agility | +27% Durability
  • Aura: +3% All STATS (except Health & PL)
  • Nanomachines: +10% to all Stats | -5% fatigue a turn
  • Power Up: +15% Strength | 15% Ki
  • Transformation 1: +20% to all stats
  • Transformer: 1/2 Transformation upkeep
Total Gains: +45% Strength | +40% Ki | +31% Agility | +40% Durability
Battle STATS
Strength:
39,838 (71,708)
Ki:
39,838 (69,717)
Agility:
39,838 (60,155)
Durability:
39,838 (63,741)
Fatigue:
19% / 100%
Health:
127,482 - 6,521 = 120,961
Power Level:
318,704 (530,642)
OOC Notes: N/A.
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King Cold NPC
Fresh Meat
Fresh Meat
Joined: June 15th, 2018, 8:53 am

July 18th, 2018, 6:12 pm #6


Yes! Cold thought as he felt his son’s vice-like grip slip from his magnificent horns.

The King’s limbs moved like lightning, securing their own hold on the stunned Prince and, in a single instant, the tables had turned. The Regent had consolidated his power in that brief opening that had been afforded to him when Frieza had faltered and the cocky Prince would surely pay the price for his negligence now. As the pair of them raced towards the marble floor, Cold couldn’t help but feel a conflicting set of emotions, relief that he had managed to wing the battle in his favour once again, but also disappointment that his favored son had failed to live up to his expectations.

But you came close, my son. Oh, so close!

This was the complete, naked truth; King Cold had long since given up the foolish notion of lying to himself, it was what made him such an effective leader. He saw the world around him with a clarity that few others could match and he wouldn’t allow his own sense of pride (substantial, though it was) to blind him to the truth of how close Frieza had come to toppling him this day. The Prince had him beaten in terms of raw power in every measurable respect. Even his vaunted physical strength, enhanced by his transformation and size-enhancing technique, was barely a match for the younger Arcosian and this latest exertion had taken its toll on him, for he was tired now, oh so tired! If he had failed to secure this hold on Frieza, then he may very well have been done for. The King was thinking this at the very moment that Prince Frieza vanished.

”What?!” His booming voice reverberated throughout the chamber an instant before his colossal form slammed into the floor and sent fresh clouds of crushed marble into the chamber.

Cold was shocked. His body juddered from the unexpected impact it had made with the ground; without Frieza’s body to cushion the fall, it was his knees that had borne the brunt of the impact and it took him a few moments to stand. All the while he was struggling to find his feet, Cold’s freakishly thick neck whipped frantically from side to side as it scanned the room for his son’s presence. He cursed himself for not wearing his scouter this morning for, without it, he was truly blind in this cloud of dust. It was then that he heard the younger Changeling call out to him from beyond the veil of stone particles, taunting him in the cruel fashion that was their trademark.

Cold found the strength within himself to stand, but not the strength to respond; he felt that he might be better saving such strength for the trials ahead. This would ultimately prove to be a wise decision, for Frieza’s next move threatened to crush any and all hope of victory that the King might still hold within his breast. If Cold had thought that he was the only Arcosian Royal with a hidden transformation, he would have been sorely mistaken, as his son proved to him that very moment. At first, it was difficult to tell if this was a true transformation or whether it was something more akin to his own giant-form, more of a technique than a transformation. But it soon became apparent, when the Prince unleashed the torrent of death beams at the current monarch, that this form afforded a much greater boost in strength than the aforementioned technique. The King sent the mental signals to his limbs that would command them to raise his arms to defend himself, but he found his body heavy and sluggish, he could immediately tell that he wouldn’t be able to respond in time before the first beam of incandescent energy struck him.

Strangely enough, a feeling of calm washed over him in that moment as he realised one thing: barring a miracle (a phenomenon which could rarely be relied upon by tyrants and despots), he was going to die today, at the hands of his son. This feeling of calm persisted, even as the pain from the first beam crashed into him, flinging his massive body into the air like a ragdoll. Even as the next beam slammed into his spine and sent him upwards once more, spinning like a mad juggling pin thrown by an angry god, Cold’s serene state of mind stayed with him. He did not want to die, yet it had always been this way with his kind; the father would only give way to the son through death, his power stripped from him by force. It was the only way to ensure that his legacy would be left in capable hands. He closed his eyes and let each fresh wave of pain wash over him, his body shrinking as he released the giant form that had expanded his body to such titanic proportions.


Eventually, he was aware that the agony that had filled his consciousness was subsiding and he was jarred back to some semblance of alertness as his armoured body smashed back down to the throne room floor (a recurring theme throughout the course of the battle so far). Cold allowed his eyes to open and lazily focus on the intricate carvings that a dozen of the galaxy’s best artists had slaved (literally) away to emboss onto the throne-room’s gilded ceiling. The King blinked away the blurriness in his vision, but found that the redness that had stained the view from one of his eyes would not disappear no matter how many times he closed and reopened the lids on his eyes that suddenly felt so heavy.

”Outstanding.” He managed to croak out in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper and felt like it had pushed its way through a throat clogged with soil.

Cold tried to lift his shoulders from the ground and found that he could not, his torso felt so heavy now! Grunting with exertion, he was finally able to lift one shoulder from the crumbled stone floor, rolling his transformed body onto his front. Every movement produced fresh pangs of agony; his joints felt like powdered glass as he struggled slowly to his feet, finally getting there by leaning up against a half-shattered marble pillar. He found that the pain lessened somewhat once he finally got moving and he was even able to stand on his own after a moment or two.

”Outstanding.” He repeated, a little stronger this time. ”What power you possess!”

He didn’t clap (though he wanted to), thinking that his son might misconstrue this for sarcastic mockery, as it would have been on any other occasion. The King wanted this moment to be sincere, though he understood that such emotional vulnerability might be somewhat beyond Frieza, stunted as he was by a lack affection. He would adapt to it, grow beyond it, as every Arcosian did, in time.

”You are every bit as powerful as I ever dreamed you could be...” Cold pushed himself free from the pillar and began to stumble towards his son. ”...and more!”

They were close now, less than 10 feet apart and the King’s steps grew stronger and more purposeful, leaving deep imprints in the battered floor as his power began to rise once more. His battered body, which had seemed limp and weak, almost deflated, only moments ago, was now brimming with strength, his muscles now swollen to grotesque proportions as they drew forth even more power.

”But...”

The room shook under the mighty King’s footsteps.

”...I’m...”

The shattered pillar he had leant against earlier toppled over, taking another one with it. Something nearby fell from a great height and sent fresh tremors through the throne room.

”...not dead...”

One more step.

”...yet!”

The flurry of punches and kicks that came next were nothing fancy. They weren’t anything but simple strikes that were made deadly by the colossal force that empowered them. These blows could shatter planets and they were all aimed to take the head from the shoulders of the would-be-king. For, although he was ready to die, Cold would fight until his last breath and, hopefully, give Frieza the fight of his life. It was the only thing he could offer his son now.


WC: 1,388/4,217

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Actions
STATS

Free) Drop Giant Form
Free) Maintain Transformation +3% Fatigue
Free) Barrage Death Beam (14,640 damage)
1) Respite -10% Fatigue
2) Respite -10% Fatigue
3) Charged Punch - 1,642 damage potential, +3% Fatigue
3) Charged Punch - 1,642 damage potential, +3% Fatigue
3) Kick - 1,642 damage potential, +3% Fatigue
3) Kick - 1,642 damage potential, +3% Fatigue

STAT Enhancements:
  • Equipment:
  • Aura:Resplendent Lilac (+14% to Strength)/Jagged (+2.5% to Spar/Battle Gains)[/color]
  • Giant Form - +10% to Strength and Durability. -25% Agility, Regal Form +20% to all stats
Total Gains: +24% Strength | +0% Ki | -25% Agility | +10% Durability |
Battle STATS
Strength:
40,000 (60,192)
Ki:
30,000 (36,000)
Agility:
20,000
(18,000)
Durability:
35,000 (46,200)
Fatigue:
67% / 100%
Health:
76,594 * 0.83 (deactivate giant form) = 69,720 - 14,640
= 55,080
Power Level:
250,000 (313,440)
OOC Notes: N/A.


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Frieza
Very Extreme!
Very Extreme!
Joined: June 4th, 2017, 10:33 pm

August 14th, 2018, 9:15 am #7

As the colossal form of the King charged toward him, Prince Frieza simply looked on. Part of him was tempted to rush forward himself. To meet his Father head on and best him in unarmed combat. To truly make it clear who was truly the superior of the two and the rightful King of this Empire. Yet, something held him back. His ego held him back. For what better way to truly stamp home superiority by taking your opponents attacks without defence, and then shrug them off as if they were nothing? Yes, more so than anything else that had come to mind, that appealed to him the most.

Punch after punch, kick after kick struck the Prince across his face. Each blow carried the weight of a giant and the true power of the King and Emperor of the Cold Empire. They, while not nearly as powerful as what Frieza was capable of, were not to be mocked. The diminutive Changeling’s face was jolted to the right, then forced to the left by the power of the King’s attacks. It felt as if his neck threatened to wrench clean off of his shoulders, or that his jaw bone would shatter before the onslaught came to an end. Thankfully it didn’t last too long.

As the final kick collided with the underside of his jaw, Frieza staggered backward a handful of steps before he managed to centre his weight. In reality he’d almost toppled backward, which was an embarrassment he couldn’t abide suffering. For a moment or two he simply stood there in the same position, unmoving, though soon enough the sound of the Prince chortling to himself could be heard echoing out over the silence that had descended in the wake of battle being exerted.

“Fufufu… Oh, daddy dearest, you don’t even know the half of it…”

Still looking up at the high ceiling, which was still remarkably untouched by the battle, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and looked at it. Violet blood stained the back of his white skin; he was bleeding. What a strange sensation it was to feel pain. True pain, that was. There was a point when only his Father, one individual in this entire universe had caused him any sort of pain, beyond that of being spanked by his Mother when he had been naughty as a child. Then that filthy monkey, Son Goku, had changed that. Still, it was somewhat significant to the Changeling Prince that his Father would be the first and last to ever have that honour.

Now, however, it was time to go even further beyond his Father’s apparent expectations. For while he had not lied and he was indeed at 100% of his natural power while in his true, forth form, this was not as powerful as he was capable of. Much like his brother before him (a fact that still irked at the young Prince, even if Cooler had still been a pathetic weakling in such a form) Frieza had also attained a level beyond what his physical body had previously been capable of. It was not time to show his Father what true power looked like.

“Allow me to truly drive home the futility of your situation and plight for survival!”

The Arcosians magenta Ki exploded around him in a veritable inferno of energy. At first it almost appeared as if black fire was breathed into existence within the pulsating waves, though it was little more than darkness incarnate manifesting from his life-force and coiling within his aura. The darkness grew until all but the faintest of silhouettes of the son was obscured. That was when the change began to take place. The clear, large and muscular form of his full-powered state began to subside, revealing a shape to his body akin to that of his normal state in his final form. However, while it might have visually appeared as if he was powering down, it was abundantly clear from the energy that his body was expelling into his aura that was not the case and, if his Father had been able to sense such things, he would have known just how much more powerful his son was now becoming.

Only then did the black from within his aura begin to die down, though not fade entirely. The shadow from it combined with the illumination of the magenta brought about a sickly glow that was cast upon the surrounding area and Frieza, who was now visible and transformed. While his appearance was mostly the same as before, as was his size, his bio-suit had seemingly solidified in places and turned grey, taking on the appearance of armour. Much more of the purple dome on his head was visible too, or rather it was somewhat more noticeable due to the lining of the armour that now covered the lower half of his face. His mouth and nose were completely obscured by a metal guard, which then slid open with the sound of metal scraping against metal.

“Much better,” Frieza began. “Still not quite used to how suffocating that can feel.”

It was hardly surprising he felt that way, this being only the second time that he had ever used this form. In truth he still didn’t know how battle viable it was, or what sort of drain it would have on his body. Nevertheless, he imagined it wouldn’t take long at all to end his Father now that he was so beyond the older Arcosian, so such things were superfluous.

“Now then, where were we?”

Without further warning he pointed his hand forward, launching a pale blue stream of ice toward his Father. Seemingly before it had even moved more than a few feet from him, Frieza sprung forward too, following on close behind it. In much the same way that the King had attacked him, the Prince threw a punch at the large mid-section of Cold before springing into the air with an attempt to kick him in the jaw. From there he rapidly floated backward, granting him the space he needed to attack with more lethal force, and with the a throwing motion from each arm he launched not one but two of his infamous death saucers. Unless dealt with directly or dissipated by Frieza, he could control them with his mind and use them to track their enemy.

“Let’s see how you deal with this, old man.”

Word Count: 1,077.
Total Word Count: 4,379.

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Actions
STATS
- Power Up continuation (+5% fatigue)
- Takes all attacks (-6,568 health)
1) Transformation 2 (+20% fatigue)
-) Hasshu-Ken (2 extra Actions for Strength based attacks | 1/1 | +5% fatigue)
2) Ice Ray (Causes “frozen” for 2 turns: -30% Agility & Strength | +6% fatigue)
3) Ki Blade (+2% Ki to any Strength attack in the same turn | 1/3 | +2% fatigue)
Free 1) Charged Punch (3,545 damage | +3% fatigue)
Free 2) Charged Kick (4,262 damage | +4% fatigue)
4, 5 & 6) Death Saucers (13,943 damage | x2 | Status Effect: Cut | +20% fatigue)
- Nanomachine Recovery (-5% fatigue)

STAT Enhancements:
  • Weapon: +10% Strength
  • Equipment: +7% Strength | +12% Ki | +18% Agility | +27% Durability
  • Aura: +3% All STATS (except Health & PL)
  • Nanomachines: +10% to all Stats | -5% fatigue a turn
  • Power Up: +15% Strength | 15% Ki
  • Transformation 2: +30% to all stats
  • Transformer: 1/2 Transformation upkeep
Total Gains: +45% Strength | +40% Ki | +31% Agility | +40% Durability
Battle STATS
Strength:
39,838 (71,708)
Ki:
39,838 (69,717)
Agility:
39,838 (60,155)
Durability:
39,838 (63,741)
Fatigue:
79% / 100%
Health:
120,961 - 6,568 = 114,393
Power Level:
530,642
OOC Notes: So I sort of fucked up in my last post and did my stats as if I were in Transformation 2, when in fact I was in 1. To rectify this I've gone into 2 and doubled my fatigue cost for it, to account for last turn. Sorry man!
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King Cold NPC
Fresh Meat
Fresh Meat
Joined: June 15th, 2018, 8:53 am

August 14th, 2018, 11:04 pm #8

He felt the satisfying crunch of bone against bone, cushioned only slightly by the thin layers of tissue that coated his knuckles. Again and again, his fists found their mark, connecting with the sweet spot, the little bundle of nerves that could be found at the base of his son’s jaw. A glancing blow from any one of these strikes would be enough to kill almost anybody else in the universe, yet the little Lord just stood there as they rained down upon his comparatively tiny frame.

Was that a smirk? He thought, as his eyes caught a glimpse of Frieza’s face on the turn of his roundhouse kick.

The question was borne more out of surprise than out of ignorance; that one look at the Prince’s face told him the answer. It was a smirk on Frieza’s lips. Even as Cold felt his foot make contact with his offspring’s face once more, even as the latter was forced backwards, staggering in order to keep his balance, the crude smile never left Frieza’s face. It was a smile that said, “is that really all you have, father?”.

Was it? Was that all the fight he had in him? Cold had to admit to himself, reluctantly, that Frieza’s tactic of taking each one of his blows unguarded was a brilliant one. For, while they hadn’t been his strongest attacks (the fatigue and damage his body had suffered throughout this battle had made sure of that), they had been nothing to sniff at either. His resolve faltered then and the mighty King took one step backwards. Retreating from his opponent even though he had clearly dealt damage during that last exchange (the trickle of blood that had escaped from Frieza’s mouth and begun to fall to the floor in tiny, crimson droplets confirmed this).

He took another step back before angrily shaking his head in an attempt to dispel the growing urge to flee; somewhere in the back of his mind, Cold new that if this went on much longer he might actually find himself giving in to the desire.

You sly fox. He thought, finally finding the strength of will to stand his ground again. That was your plan all along; to crush my spirit.

Cold straightened his back and reached for his shoulders with both hands to straighten the cloak that hung from them, only to find the fabric, once smooth and soft as space-mink (because it was space-mink), now frayed and tattered. One side of the cape was only hanging by a few solitary threads, while the clasp that held the fabric in position on the opposite side was warped and buckled. Cold sighed and tore what remained of the ruined cloak from his body..

“Things of such beauty are often fleeting when one possesses power such as ours...” He looked, wistfully, at the little wad of cloth in his hands before tossing it to one side. “...wouldn’t you agree?”

His question fell upon deaf ears. For his favoured child seemed only to be interested in words that came from his own lips; a trait that was not uncommon amongst members of this particular family. The little Prince was talking and the King was forced to admit that he didn’t know how long this had been going on for; something to do with the combination of the ringing in his ears from all of the explosions that had wracked his body and his own narcissistic tendency to talk over other people meant that he could very well have just interrupted his son.

How rude of me.

He blinked and tried to focus on what the other Arcosian was saying...something about futility and survival. He got the general gist of it quite quickly; all of the usual monologue buzzwords he had gotten used to hearing from the would-be-king were there (he recognised as regulars in his own speech-giving lexicon), his son was claiming that he was hiding yet more power inside that tiny body of his and the King believed him.

”Show me, then.” Cold said, grinning.

The smile faded the moment he saw the explosion of ebony flame burst from inside the Prince’s body; the embers, tinged with a purple hue, licked at Frieza’s skin and the King half-expected to see the flesh blacken and char, such was the apparent ferocity of these dark flames. The tone of Frieza’s skin did actually change, becoming darker as more of the black energy poured out of him. When the eerie dark aura finally subsided, Cold could see that his son’s epidermis had taken on an ashen hue, the sickly pallor was at odds with the strength that his new armour plating exuded.

The King’s mouth hung agape.

”Magnificent.” Was all he could manage to utter before battle resumed.

In less than a heartbeat, Frieza had closed the distance between them, moving at such a speed that the older Changeling couldn’t even register when the movement had started; Frieza was simply there in front of him, and an armoured fist was flying towards his ribcage. The attack was so ferocious, and he so weary, that dodging was impossible.

Don’t lie to yourself, Cold. The thought ran through his mind, even as his battle-hardened reflexes kicked in and moved his powerful arms in front of his chest in a clumsy attempt at a block. Weariness is not a factor here. You couldn’t have dodged that if you had just stepped out of a rejuvenation chamber.

He was right of course, he almost always was; pain flared up his arm in a powerful surge as Frieza’s blow struck his weak defences. It felt as if acid had been injected into his veins. His arm was on fire and suddenly a hundred times heavier. The kick came next and, once again, the King struggled to raise his other hand to block. Compared to the sharpness of his son’s movements, he felt as if he were moving through treacle, but he managed to insert his forearm between his vulnerable chin and Frieza’s powerful kick at the last moment. Agony erupted again and, this time, he felt the bones in his arm flexing, threatening to shatter like dry kindling under the weight of his offspring’s blow. Miraculously, they held, although the pain made his head swim and his vision began to darken at the edges.

”Agh!” An undignified grunt escaped the King’s lips as the force from Frieza’s kick forced Cold’s arm into his own chin, jarring his jaw and forcing his neck back at a wholly unnatural angle.

Even blocked, the force was too great to be absorbed, and the King’s massive frame was thrown into the air like a child’s toy. Realising his predicament, Cold drew forth his own energy to counter the inertia, righting himself in midair and halting his upward ascent as quickly as he was able. Like a hawk searching for his prey, he cast his eyes downwards where they widened at what they saw; two razor-edged disks of death crisscrossing on an unpredictable path towards him.

”Tch.” He grunted, and sped off, not away from the disks as one might expect, but headlong towards them.

He knew of this technique, over the centuries, he had toyed with similar energy constructs as a way to while away the hours. As such, he could tell how truly deadly these spinning blades were. He knew that he couldn’t outrun them, he would only be caught and bifurcated in a few moments. The only option open to him was to engage the Prince directly and force him to release the technique and even that was a long shot at best. He tore through the air, wrapping himself in a cocoon of violet energy as he approached the Death Saucers, hoping this would do something to deflect them.

As the discs struck his energy field, the King crossed his arms in front of his body and ploughed ahead, directly toward his son. He was not surprised when he felt the bite of the first disk as it sliced a deep wound into his bicep, nor when the second passed through his abdomen. He sucked in a breath through gritted teeth, hissing in pain. He was fortunate that he had chosen this course of action, for he had passed between the disks before Frieza had intended and, in so doing, had escaped being cleaved into four uneven chunks.

”Wonderful!” Cold screamed, his energy field flickering as he descended upon Frieza, it’s integrity failing from the damage wreaked upon it by the two Death Saucers. ”Show me more!”

He fixed his eyes on those of his son’s and marvelled at this new form that the Prince had unlocked, even as he hurtled towards him, aiming to slam him with the full force of his body and whatever energy he could summon forth. It wouldn’t be long before this was over and, for the first time since this battle had started, the King found that the thought gave him the most peculiar sensation; one of relief.

WC: 1,507/5,724

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Actions
STATS



Free 2) 4, 5 & 6)

Free) Maintain Transformation +3% Fatigue
1) Block Charged Punch (1,773 damage | +2% fatigue)
2) Block Charged Kick (2,131 damage | +2% fatigue)
Free) Take Death Saucers (13,943 damage | x2 | Status Effect: Cut |)
Free) Take ,1,680 bleed damage.
3/4) Gigantic Press (6,566 Damage Potential | Hard to Block | + 12% Fatigue)
5) Respite -10% Fatigue
6) Respite -10% Fatigue



STAT Enhancements:
  • Equipment:
  • Aura:Resplendent Lilac (+14% to Strength)/Jagged (+2.5% to Spar/Battle Gains)[/color]
  • Giant Form - +10% to Strength and Durability. -25% Agility, Regal Form +20% to all stats
Total Gains: +24% Strength | +0% Ki | -25% Agility | +10% Durability |
Battle STATS
Strength:
40,000 (60,192)
Ki:
30,000 (36,000)
Agility:
20,000
(18,000)
Durability:
35,000 (46,200)
Fatigue:
66% / 100%
Health:
35,543 / 84,000 (42%)
Power Level:
250,000 (313,440)
OOC Notes: N/A.
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Frieza
Very Extreme!
Very Extreme!
Joined: June 4th, 2017, 10:33 pm

August 15th, 2018, 8:10 pm #9

As Frieza watched his two spinning disks of death (that wasn’t a bad name for such a technique, now that he thought about it) slice through the air toward the gargantuan form of his Father, he couldn’t help but feel mixed emotions.

These were the last moments of King Cold, Supreme Emperor of the Cold Empire and his Father. The man who, for all his failings, had helped raised him and turn him into the man he had become. He owed his former success as a tyrannical conqueror to the King, his teachings and lessons. Granted, the lessons had not been direct and had come in the shape of examples, on the most part, but that did not lessen their importance in regards to Frieza’s own development. He was the man he was because of Cold.

It wasn’t that he was having seconds thoughts. Such a thing hadn’t even occurred to the diminutive Prince. His Father had done little to show that he was still fit to rule since Frieza’s resurrection. In fact, he had seemingly gone out of his way to belittle him and do the opposite. Yet… in spite of this, something rather peculiar had happened throughout this battle. Something that the Frieza hadn’t remotely anticipated. He had found a measure of respect for his Father, albeit only a small one. Such was only further improved upon in the moments that followed.

The larger and older Arcosian covered his body in a makeshift cocoon of energy in what appeared to be a useless attempt to protect himself, Frieza was almost positive in his assuredness that the end had finally come for Cold. However, the charging King somehow managed to slip between both attacks and close in on his son at the same time. It was… actually quite remarkable. After all these years it was absolutely remarkable that his Father was still capable of surprising him to this degree and severity.

“He avoided both?!” Frieza thought, his annoyance quickly rising. “No, wait! He didn’t.”

And just like that his anger was replaced with smugness, all due to the sight of his Father’s blood as it fell away from his body. Still, that didn’t change the fact that the King had managed to survive an attack that should have killed him. Almost immediately Frieza readied himself to command the two disks to turn about and follow the King for a second attempt, but he instead stayed the order and dissipated the attack. Never again would he direct such a lethal attack back toward himself out of anger or overconfidence.

“No one can say that I do not learn from my mistakes.”

Still, that did not help him deal with the problem that was his extremely large opponent who was now charging directly toward him. While Frieza had already shown that his Father’s strength was found wanting against his absolute power, that did not mean that the giant Arcosian was incapable of hurting his minuscule (by comparison) son. In fact, with his momentum building and Frieza’s unsteady stance even charging straight into him was bound to at least wind the Prince, even though his enhanced bio-armour.

That would not do. Not at all. With no other options coming to him Frieza did the one thing that came completely natural, instead. He launched an energy attack. It was one of his less fabulous attacks. It actually didn’t even have a name. In truth, it was simply a large sum of energy, an incredibly large sum at that, that he launched with destructive and fatal intent. His Father was little more than a few metres away at this point and the sheer output of energy was enough to completely consume him, even at his gigantic size.

It certainly lacked class and finesse, but if it did it job then what more could be asked for? If nothing else he could take solace that it would not kill the King, for that was not Frieza’s intention… at least not yet.

Word Count: 666.
Total Word Count: 5,045.

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Actions
STATS
- Power Up upkeep (+5% fatigue)
- Transformation 2 upkeep (+10% fatigue)
1, 2, 3 & 4) Overwhelm Gigantic Press with Clamity Blaster (33,165 damage | +20% Ki with Overwhelm | +25% fatigue)
5) Respite (-10% fatigue)
6) Respite (-10% fatigue)
- Nanomachine Recovery (-5% fatigue)

STAT Enhancements:
  • Weapon: +10% Strength
  • Equipment: +7% Strength | +12% Ki | +18% Agility | +27% Durability
  • Aura: +3% All STATS (except Health & PL)
  • Nanomachines: +10% to all Stats | -5% fatigue a turn
  • Power Up: +15% Strength | 15% Ki
  • Transformation 2: +30% to all stats
  • Transformer: 1/2 Transformation upkeep
Total Gains: +45% Strength | +40% Ki | +31% Agility | +40% Durability
Battle STATS
Strength:
39,838 (75,692)
Ki:
39,838 (73,700)
Agility:
39,838 (64,139)
Durability:
39,838 (67,725)
Fatigue:
94% / 100%
Health:
114,393
Power Level:
562,512
OOC Notes: I'm correcting my STATS in this post, since I apparently haven't got them right n my previous one.
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King Cold NPC
Fresh Meat
Fresh Meat
Joined: June 15th, 2018, 8:53 am

August 22nd, 2018, 1:52 am #10

And that was when it all came tumbling down. The King’s final, valiant, effort quashed under the inexorable tide of his son’s power. Any forward momentum he had built-up was halted immediately and he was swept off his feet, consumed in fiery agony as Frieza’s beam swallowed him whole.

Be careful what you wish for. He thought and then screamed.

Even the King’s voice, normally so full of power, was consumed by the insatiable appetite of his son’s attack; Cold couldn’t even hear himself scream, despite the fact that it felt like his soul was being torn from his body. In a way, he was thankful for this, for it would mean that Frieza would also be incapable of hearing his cries of agony.

It’s amazing how pain can seemingly affect the passage of time, the King could not tell how long or how far he floated along his son’s energy wave, only that, after what felt like an eternity, he felt the raging energies subside and he could sense that he had stopped moving. His whole body throbbed dully, an all-encompassing ache that would have been almost impossible to bear, had it not felt somehow distant, like it wasn’t really his pain. There was a strange tightness in his chest like some great being had gripped his upper body between thumb and forefinger in a hand the size of a hover-tank. Somewhat at odds with all of this pain, there was a pleasant sensation of coolness upon Cold’s back and neck, he was apparently resting against something solid. He opened his eyes and found himself gazing, once more, upon the ornate carvings of the throne-room carvings, though it took a moment or two for his eyes to find the strength to focus enough to tell him this. He smiled when he realised where he was.

”How…hack!  

He wasn’t able to utter more than a single word before he was struck by a terrible pain in his chest and his body began to spasm. He coughed, weakly at first, then more savagely as the convulsions seemed to take over completely.

”...fitting...” He squeezed the second word out before beginning to splutter, once more.

The agony was exquisite, almost impossibly huge, each time he coughed, he felt his consciousness slipping away from him. He fought the urge to let the darkness take him, for he knew it wouldn’t be long now before the final encroachment.

What are a few more moments?. He thought, smiling weakly, as he lay battered, beaten and broken at the foot of the great dais upon which sat his throne.

He lay on a bed of rubble, resting against the thick column of marble which had been designed as a metaphor for his own strength and now stood, devastated as a result of their battle, and barely managing to maintain its structural integrity; it seemed that the metaphor remained intact.
Footsteps approached him now, slow and deliberate.

Chak. Chak. Chak.

Cold’s head was facing directly upwards, his neck craned to its maximum extent as if admiring the desecrated architecture of the throne room. He tried to lower his head so that he might view his son’s approach but found that his muscles, once so powerful, were no longer his to command.

Chak. Chak. Chak.

With a gargantuan effort, he managed the slightest of movements; he was able to force his chin towards the ground by a few centimetres, just enough to allow gravity to take over. His head lolled heavily forwards and his teeth bit into his tongue when his chin struck his breastbone. There was something protruding from his ribcage,a thin metal shaft of black metal that he struggled to recognise for what it was, the snapped shaft of a ceremonial spear that had adorned the throne-room walls until recently. A few seconds later, the unfamiliar taste of copper filled his mouth as his tongue began to bleed. It didn’t matter, he had achieved his goal and he could now see the instrument of his demise approaching.

Chak. Chak. Chak.

Prince Frieza’s armoured form made its way across the palace ruins towards where his father lay, waiting for his final audience with his son.


WC: 698/,6422

Actions
[c]
STATS

[c]


Free 2) 4, 5 & 6)

Free) Maintain Transformation +3% Fatigue
Free) Take ,1,680 bleed damage.
Free) Take Calamity Blaster 33,165 damage
1) Power Down
2/3/4/5/6) N/A


STAT Enhancements:
  • Equipment:
  • Aura:Resplendent Lilac (+14% to Strength)/Jagged (+2.5% to Spar/Battle Gains)[/color]
Total Gains: +24% Strength | +0% Ki | -25% Agility | +10% Durability |

[c]

[c]
Battle STATS
[c]Strength:[c]
40,000 (45,600)
[c]Ki:[c]
30,000 (30,000)
[c]Agility:[c]
20,000
 (20,000)
[c]Durability:[c]
35,000 (35,000)
[c][c]
[c]Fatigue:[c]
69% / 100%
[c]Health:[c]
581 / 70,000 (0.83%)
[c]Power Level:[c]
250,000 (261,200)

OOC Notes: That’s it. King Cold has nothing left in the tank; the Emperor has fallen. Long Live the Emperor.
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