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5/31/2025, 7:53:55 PM
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“Come on, don't tell me this is all you've got? Raditz is a much more skilled fighter than this, I'm disappointed.” you taunt, crossing your arms confidently as your energy orbits you. “I was expecting more.”
“Tch!” the Tuffle seethes through clenched teeth as your smirk widens, your taunts working as he then explodes off the ground towards you, charging in with reckless abandon. Well, if he's going to fight so recklessly, you're going to punish him. And, with a thought fire a dozen Death Beams simultaneously from the orbs all closest to the Tuffle as he closes in.
“Amateur.” you think to yourself, only for him to make no efforts whatsoever to dodge. Instead, your beams all pierce him, one even through his right eye and another his throat, but his charge doesn't even slow. Closing the distance completely, your arms still crossed as your jaw drops in shock. “WHAT?!”
“HAAAAAA!” he snarls, firing a powerful left haymaker straight into your jaw, sending you flying.
“Guh!?” you exhale, flying back a dozen yards before flipping back, righting yourself as he charges in again. And as he does, you see a terrifying sight. Although, one you should have anticipated. After all, YOU can regenerate from damage thanks to your fans, your worshippers' Faith in you. Of course he can do the same. “Tch. Warding Eyes: Trappers!”
Combining more than a dozen Warding Eyes together, as your mother'd shown you and alternating their frequency they vibrate at, you launch them at the Tuffle. Who, confident in his regeneration doesn't even try to dodge, letting your attack hit. Only for the two energies to envelop his fists, and their opposite forces attracting one another. Causing his wrists to be bound together, snapping his hands together more effectively than any physical manacles and causing his charge to falter a moment. And that's when you strike, dashing in and flipping forward once, landing a devastating axe kick on the back of his unsuspecting head as he looks at the energy binding his wrists. Your heel landing true, sending the Tuffle's limp body crashing straight down to the arena floor below. Your crowd's cheers swell, volume increasing as they see you once more take him down, you rolling your neck. That was a good hit he landed, his power at least is definitely on par with your own. But how did he survive that shot straight through the brain? Can YOU survive that? Does your followers' Faith in you make you THAT unkillable?
“Khhh! You bitch!” snarls the Tuffle from below, taking you out of your thoughts to see him, aura blazing as he tries to separate his arms with raw power. The ground in the newly-made crater beneath his feet cracking further as his aura shoots higher, veins bulging as he tries to overpower your bindings with raw power. “HRRRRAAAAA!!”
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“Come on, don't tell me this is all you've got? Raditz is a much more skilled fighter than this, I'm disappointed.” you taunt, crossing your arms confidently as your energy orbits you. “I was expecting more.”
“Tch!” the Tuffle seethes through clenched teeth as your smirk widens, your taunts working as he then explodes off the ground towards you, charging in with reckless abandon. Well, if he's going to fight so recklessly, you're going to punish him. And, with a thought fire a dozen Death Beams simultaneously from the orbs all closest to the Tuffle as he closes in.
“Amateur.” you think to yourself, only for him to make no efforts whatsoever to dodge. Instead, your beams all pierce him, one even through his right eye and another his throat, but his charge doesn't even slow. Closing the distance completely, your arms still crossed as your jaw drops in shock. “WHAT?!”
“HAAAAAA!” he snarls, firing a powerful left haymaker straight into your jaw, sending you flying.
“Guh!?” you exhale, flying back a dozen yards before flipping back, righting yourself as he charges in again. And as he does, you see a terrifying sight. Although, one you should have anticipated. After all, YOU can regenerate from damage thanks to your fans, your worshippers' Faith in you. Of course he can do the same. “Tch. Warding Eyes: Trappers!”
Combining more than a dozen Warding Eyes together, as your mother'd shown you and alternating their frequency they vibrate at, you launch them at the Tuffle. Who, confident in his regeneration doesn't even try to dodge, letting your attack hit. Only for the two energies to envelop his fists, and their opposite forces attracting one another. Causing his wrists to be bound together, snapping his hands together more effectively than any physical manacles and causing his charge to falter a moment. And that's when you strike, dashing in and flipping forward once, landing a devastating axe kick on the back of his unsuspecting head as he looks at the energy binding his wrists. Your heel landing true, sending the Tuffle's limp body crashing straight down to the arena floor below. Your crowd's cheers swell, volume increasing as they see you once more take him down, you rolling your neck. That was a good hit he landed, his power at least is definitely on par with your own. But how did he survive that shot straight through the brain? Can YOU survive that? Does your followers' Faith in you make you THAT unkillable?
“Khhh! You bitch!” snarls the Tuffle from below, taking you out of your thoughts to see him, aura blazing as he tries to separate his arms with raw power. The ground in the newly-made crater beneath his feet cracking further as his aura shoots higher, veins bulging as he tries to overpower your bindings with raw power. “HRRRRAAAAA!!”
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