>>3944498
>>Yes. Let's do that...

>>3944498
>Yes. Let's do that

Any advantage we can get against him, but after that let's just fasttrack until something important happens

>>3944498
>Yes. Let's do that...

>>3944502
Obviously that was the plan

I want to wrap up Kamin vs Oren AT LEAST. And Sam vs Jeanne if possible.
And if we're really lucky we'll get into a potentially pretty long fight

>>3944498
>Yes. Let's do that...

Bruce Lee time
>writing

You find yourself a comfy looking spot and sit down, this time with Lyn and start playing with her to pass the time.
Bringing over some play-doh you help her make sculptures of Champa, but colored orange.
In the meantime you glance over at the window, watching the normies have their little "fight" which is about as intense for you as the little Tuffle girl playing in your lap.
But this ends up being a good waste of time and serves well to exhaust Lyn who gets tuckered out by the end.
Excellent timing too, because it's time for Bruce to make his appearance.

The announcer goes through the usual motions and, shockingly enough, the two contestants meet up in the arena.
Focusing on them your ears start picking up their conversation as your senses sharpen to superhuman levels.
"I'm surprised you chose to fight.
The last couple guys just outright surrendered."

"Yeah well-"
The large black guy responds nervously.
"I came all da wae here. Might as well fight da champ!"

"I'm honored you think of me as such...
To show my appreciation I'll let you see something nice."

"Uh-oh!"

When the bell rings you see Lee extend both his arms and open his palms. Letting out one of his trade-marked screams, he flexes his muscles and a shiver runs across your spine as he's looking a LOT like Kenshiro. The only thing he's lacking is the theme song blaring in the background.
With his screams, comes a wave of power as his body starts radiating white with energy.
Sparks fly off from his fingertips and two balls of energy form in each of his hands.

Then, defying your expectations, a small thread of energy sprouts from one of them and ends up conjoining with the other.
Smirking, Bruce tightens his grip around the two ki blasts and the two spheres begin to distort. They elongate and become "spiky" for a lack of a better word, as if he managed to grasp two pieces of lightning.
"N-Nunchuks?"

You gasp as you observe the makeshift weapon.
It's not solid and well defined like Jeannes, nor is it rudimentary like that of Pieres.
They look "just" close enough to the real deal to be recognizable and they look "just" functional enough. No energy, time or effort wasted on making them look nice. But you're sure they hurt like a bitch when he smacks you with them.

Now please, roll for perception
Best of 4. No DC.
Higher is better

Rolled 1 (1d21)

>>3944547
WATAAAA

Rolled 20 (1d21)

>>3944547

>>3944548
Ahh shit, I have lost my honour

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>3944547

Rolled 14 (1d21)

>>3944547

>>3944551
Hopefully Nega Som takes the 20. Then again this dice had no DC so... I dunno.

>>3944558
There isn't much to be confused about "best of"
Then again...

You start staring at the fight like an eagle watching its prey.
And what you end up seeing is rather concerning.

Starting off slowly Bruce takes his newly made weapon in one hand and does a quick little swing.
As the other end of the nunchuks swing freely, he grabs it with his free hand and lets go with the other.
Going "AAAAH!" and "WATAAAA!" he starts swinging it around, alternating the hand with which he holds it.
Slowly his displays become faster, more focused and much more elaborate as he swings the weapon behind his back and in front of his head.
He ends up tucking the weapon under his armpit before jovially inviting his opponent to come at him.

To the other guys credit he hasn't lost his shit completely and manages to gather up the courage to attack the living legend standing in front of him. He seems to be an expert in CQC but it doesn't seem to be working out for him all that much.
With the greatest of ease, Lee manages to use his weapon in the most effective yet non-damaging way, utilizing the "chain" to block the guys punches and tie him up.
Relying mostly on his lower body, he ends up kicking the guys legs in order to make him submit. A not-so glorious way to fight, sure but it's relatively humane.

But the fluidity with which he manages to dance around the guys blows really reminds you of the stunts Jackie Chan usually puts in his movies, making it look like he's doing it by accident when you and everyone else knows better.
And this reveals a crucial detail to you, namely that in the afterlife the guy really perfected Jeet Kune Do, or at least the principal behind it.
He doesn't have set patterns or motions to go through, his movements are created on the fly on a case by case basis, yet they are clearly those of a seasoned master.

"He used martial arts... as an exercise... to polish his movements.
But he's no longer constricted by them in any capacity."

"What's wrong Eric?"
Kale asks.

"Bruce Lees goal was always to make a free form fighting style. He even disliked the form HE created because it was deemed too "rigid"."
*sigh*
"But it looks like he succeeded in death. Looks like this won't be an easy one after all."

Champa starts scratching his head.
"You mean he has Ultra Instinct as well?"

"Not necessarily Lord Champa!"
Vados corrects him.
"His movements are purely conscious. He observes his opponent and moves based on decades of experience and his knowledge.
There is nothing autonomous about it... But~"
Vados smiles with a wicked glint in her eye.
"I'd not say that's a bad thing!"

"Pfffft yearight!"
Champa blows some raspberries at the insinuation.
This displeases Vados.

"I think we've both seen how Ultra Instinct was not in fact invincible My Lord.
After all, a mortal with sufficient power could simply overwhelm it. So we can no longer treat it as the be-all, end-all technique."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying we need to explore different avenues..."
The angel gives you a chilling look from the corner of her eyes.
"And as we can clearly see, this way of fighting seems to fit our newest "prize" like a glove."

You try to disregard the two gods conversing and focus on the fight itself.
That however causes you to bite down on your nail in frustration. There is no two ways about it, what he's doing can not be replicated, it can not be understood. It is simply a massive difference in experience.
And if you can't trick your way out of it... you'll need to look for alternative forms of fighting.
Luckily, you got quite a few of those.

But to give credit where credits are due, Bruce does not actually smack the guy with what you can only imagine to be a pretty dangerous and pretty painful weapon.
Instead he uses them to keep his opponent at bay, while sneaking in a few casual kicks aimed at the black guys calves, or a few punches thrown at non-vital areas.
And he repeats these motions more than once, allowing the guy to try and learn from his mistakes. Sadly, he doesn't amount to much which prompts a disappointed sigh from the martial artist.

"Well? Satisfied?"
You can practically feel the disappointment in his voice.
Not because of any real malice.... but because he realized nothing he has to teach will ever stick on this guy. The skill gap between them is simply too wide.

"Naw man!
I ain't leavin' unless I get dragged outta this ring!
So hit me withyo best shot man!"

"Well said!"

Suddenly his spirit got lifted and with a smile Bruce began twirling his nunchucks much, MUCH faster than before.
During the last spin he struck the ground before him and it let out a massive shockwave, loud enough to to shake even the glass of your VIP room.
The guy, obviously deaf by now, is grabbing his ears in pain. Only when he feels the gentle touch of Lees index finger does he stop screaming and looks down.
With a single, gentle poke the guy is sent flying backwards until he hits the arena wall and actually CRACKS it.

Unsurprisingly Bruce Lee is declared the winner and the other guy has to be hurried out by the paramedics and taken to the healing tanks before he dies.
At the same time Vados gives you one of her very concerning looks and asks the ominous question.
"So... what did you take away from that?"

>Nothing...
>Other? (Write-in)

>>3944585
>Nothing...

>>3944585
>Nothing...

>>3944626
>Exept that he weponized sound barrier or something to deafen him... Or atleast it's a side thing. No idea past that.

Well I have to admit this was a mistake from me.

>writing

"Aside the fact that he can weaponize soundwaves? Nothing."

"Hmmmm?"

"So far he did not display anything I haven't seen before.
The only problem is the level of mastery with which he performed his moves..."

"Are you perhaps worried?"

"Perhaps...
I don't know if I have what it takes to bridge that gap.
He's been dead for a while now, and even in his life he trained more than I did.
At this rate the only way for me to beat him would be to rely on brute strength, which I hate..."

"Or?"

"Or start reaching into my bag of tricks.
One or the other."

"Well I'm sure it won't be a problem.
You're a smart boy Eric, no need to sell yourself short! Just go out there and do your best!
Everybody in here believes in you!"
Vados then reaches forward and pats Lyn on her head.
"Especially this little one!"

Looking around you see the approving grins of the others, even Champa (though judging by his look he's saying "You better not embarrass me" rather than anything else).
Still it's good that he has high expectations of you in a weird way.
"Thanks guys. I appreciate the vote of confidence!"
You give them a dumb grin in return as the tournament below continues.

"THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
We've had our ups and downs so far.... but worry not!
For we got something SPECIAL for you! With the arrival of the quarter finals, we only have the BEST of the BEST left!
Oooooh I can't WAIT to see what these extraordinary gentlemen and ladies have in store for us! And without further ado, let us welcome not one BUT TWO fan favorites!
They are equal by birth but only ONE of them will be able to advance! These young ones snuck their way into all our hearts but now it's time to say farewell to one of them and SEE. WHO'S. BEST!!!
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! PLEASE STAND UP FOR KAMIN AND OREN!"

"Uh-oh..."

"Finally!"
Caulifla grins.
"Things are about to get fun!"

You look down at the arena as the two Tuffles make their way into the ring, both seem hesitant to actually step into the light.
Perhaps they are a bit nervous to face each other after all, especially since neither of them knows how far the other one is willing to go for a victory.

>Go down and give them permission to go all out!
>Give a quick pep-talk for each
>Go and cheer for Oren
>Go and cheer for Kamin
>Stay out of it. This is their fight
>Other?

>>3944656
>Give a quick pep-talk for each

>>3944656
>Give a quick pep-talk for each
Have fun out there I and Lyn will be charing for you both!

>>3944656
>Stay out of it. This is their fight

Siblings must be allowed to beat the shit out of each other, it is the way it is

>strengthen that damn shield

Rolled 8, 2, 13, 15 = 38 (4d21)

roight
>writan

Now let's roll for initial engagement.
I do Oren you can go ahead and roll for Kamin.
1d21, taking the first 4 rolls
>Highest roll wins

Rolled 11 (1d21)

>>3944706

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>3944706

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>3944706

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>>3944719
>>3944713
>>3944709
>Erics face when

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>3944706

>>3944732
Well we got a clear winner.
At least here in the initial stage.
But... boy, I could be a real cunt here and use that 2.
But I won't

You open a small portal to each of them simultaneously and manage to catch off guard both of them.
With your little group call established you look at the kids and speak up.
"What's wrong? Why the long face children?"

Though they can't see each other per se, they are more than capable of linking up with one another so they are perfectly aware what the other is feeling.
"W-well..."

"Come now. There's no need to be upset!
All kids your age fight!"

"Yeah. But not in live TV they don't-"

"Oh if only you knew!
Anyway, if you got any reservations about this... don't. If you don't wanna do it, you don't.
But if you do, me and sleepy head over here will be rooting for both of you equally. No favorites, no winner or looser, just ignore that pesky audience like it's not even there... and we all go for ice-cream once all this is over.
Deal?"

"Deal!"
"Deal!"

"Okay... And remember: Siblings are allowed to beat the living shit out of each other every now and then.
It's natural. So good luck!"

You cut off the portals as they nod and quickly turn back forward with a grim expression on your face.
Reality sets in and you extend your hands forward.
"Okay guys... Imma need some energy.
Gotta reinforce the FUCK out of this barrier!"

Caulifla, Kale and Hit are all kind enough to lend you some assistance repairing and strengthening the protective wall of energy.
Hopefully that and the passive, cushioning aura of the Saiyans will be enough to prevent the audience from popping like balloons.
In the meantime the two little kids walk up the stage, leaving the 'umies watching unaware of the gathering storm.

They walk up to one another and bump their fists together.
"Best luck little bro..."

"Heh... I'll finally make you stop saying that!"
They each pull their hands back and get in position.
"But good luck to you too!"

And I'm going home now.
Will resume once I get back

>>3944722
Bad flashbacks. Do not use that Pic please.

Eh I'm chearing for Oren so it's all good.

>>3944742
Why?

Also this might take longer than usual

Im encumbered. Got this big bag of apple juice to carry

>>3944752
That baicly is the avatar of your name sake.

>>3944766
How..... DARE HE DISRESPECT MASTER SHAKE?!

Anyway, I'm back home.
I'll get to writing the second my ring finger regains sensation.
I'm kinda concerned because it still feels like static... Carrying that bag through the city was definitely a mistake

The two of them square off against one another and prepare for battle.
Only a select few people can tell what's about to come but they remain silent and instead choose to focus on the arena.
But to all of their shock the twins resign themselves to purely skill based combat to start things off.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3Oy6GOYWfk

Starting things off Kamin kicks herself off the ground and charges her brother with a shout.
Looks like out of the two of them, she's the one most eager to win.
But her impatience will cost her.
"HAAAAAA!"
She shouts during her charge, perhaps to rile herself up or to unnerve her brother.
It matters not.

Rather than striking however she decides to stop dead in her track and attack low with a leg sweep.
Oren easily escapes by jumping above it, which is exactly the reaction Kamin wanted. Rolling slightly forward, she stands on her hands before pushing herself away from the ground.
But Oren is not surprised by this. If anything, he seems happy.
Twisting his body mid air he manages to narrowly avoid his sisters feet and locks one of her legs under his arm.

Turning in the other direction the two of them begin to spin before Oren smashes Kamin against the ground.
The lithe girl actually bounces up from the impact, showing that he is not so keen on holding back. Makes sense in a way.
If they exclusively relied on nothing but martial arts then neither of them would ever inflict enough damage to finish off the other.
But that is still dangerous. If they enter an arms race things might escalate a bit "too" far.

Not content with her current situation Kamin grits her teeth and makes her move before her brother could continue beating on her.
Her eyes glint with power as her body accelerates quickly and without warning, appearing behind her brother and ready to strike.
Only for Oren to drive his elbow into her stomach. The impact manages to send Kamin backwards a bit, but she manages to recover with a quick flip.
"Sorry sis... You're not gonna beat me in mind games. I know you too well!"

"Heh... And you think I don't know you?"

"Apparently not...
You always call me a dummy remember? How do you predict someone who's dumb?"

That's a good question and Kamin knows it.
On one hand you could imagine the dumbest thing they could do... on the other you might be giving them too much or too little credit. And Oren knows this.
Entwining his fingers, he gives his them a good crack as he begins to unwind, looking a LOT like Goku in the process!
"Okay! Time to chimp out!"

>Roll 1d21 once more
>Best of 4
>Same rules as before

Rolled 15, 15, 17, 4 + 1 = 52 (4d21 + 1)

And here's Orens roll
With a little bonus for initial successl

Rolled 12 (1d21)

>>3944809

Rolled 20 (1d21)

>>3944809

Rolled 14 (1d21)

>>3944809

>>3944819
The revenge of the sister

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>>3944819
Turnaround baby!

"Ha-HAHAHA!"
Instead of getting nervous Kamin starts laughing.
"You got me there little bro! Okay... Let us have some fun then!"

"Oh? Are you saying you'll fight me seriously now?"

"You bet your butt on it!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQCL0odju7M

With renewed vigor the two begin fighting once more. This time, they both drop much of their pretense and start throwing around some real power to see who's truly superior.
They start off relatively normal, their rush attacks not having much impact. But as they go on even the laymans start noticing that something's... off.
Their speed starts picking up where some of their motions become hazy, their punches have a much louder impact even as they are blocked and eventually people begin seeing sparks flying around when their fists collide.

Oren throws a sweeping back-handed punch which finally lands a grazing blow.
Lucky thing that the kids are so strong, otherwise the Saiyans might start getting suspicious as to why they don't bleed.
But Kamin clearly doesn't like this. With a blur she disappears and re-appears behind her brother much like before. And just like last time Oren is ready with a spin-kick to counter his sister.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UohqButxCI4

When it comes to the impact however he finds it rather... lacking.
A thick barrier of concentrated ki surrounds Kamin which rapidly expands.
"Crash Brea-"

"SMASH BREAK!"
Oren does his version of the attack with a grin on his face, his own barrier expanding until it becomes ready to explode and cancel out his sisters.

Then in the blink of an eye Kamins own barrier disappears and with a smirk on her face she splits into several after image copies right as her brother explodes.
Looking around Oren desperately tries to figure out which one of the girls is the real deal as Kamin very cleverly suppressed her power down to 0.
"What's wrong Little Brother? I thought you knew my every move!
Well... Let's see just HOW MANY you know!"
Closing her eyes Kamin throws out a ball of ki which erupts in a brilliant flash of light.
Those that aren't blinded by it see her after images closing in on Oren, all bearing the same mischievous grin.

"W-Which one is the real?
No... This is Kamin! And she just taunted me. This is another diversion!
Meaning the real one is-"
Oren looks up and cracks a smile.
"THER- HUH?"
But nothing's there. His eyes widen as he slowly looks down, now too late to do anything.

The copies disappear leaving his sister alone.
Sliding on the ground to avoid any potential counter attacks, Kamin gets under her brother and with a rising kick launches him into the sky. This time the Tuffle boy grunts as he takes his sisters boot to the gut and gets sent into the air.
Managing to stop himself Oren collects himself just in time to see the two balls of ki chasing after him.
Growling in anger he throws his own two to counter them and when the four spheres meet they all explode in a great cloud of smoke.

Panting and confused as to what just happened he starts speaking to himself.
"What the hell... It's my style to charge in head first, not yours!
OY! SIS! What's wrong? Are you so broke you gotta copy my style?!"

"NOT YOURS!"
She shouts up from the ground as the dust clears and her REAL plan is revealed. And Orens eyes widen at the realization.
With a peculiar globe of energy focused in one hand Kamin pulls it back before firing it with a shout.
"NULL-"

"No..."

"LAAAAAAAANCE!"

"NONONONONFUUUUUUU-"

The resulting explosion is wild enough to shake the ground several hundred feet below, so it's a good thing you reinforced those barriers.
Judging by the energy you're sensing it's not a one for one copy of your technique, but it's close. Instead of psionic energy she used plain old ki.
But what she did manage to replicate is its efficiency as most of the beam that didn't get used up in the explosion retracts into Kamins hand before she pulls it back inside her body.
And the smile she cracks as she does so is just adorable.

"E-Erm..."
The announcer speaks up once he stops pissing himself.
"I-Is he dead? Can we show that on television?"
But the smoke clears soon enough, revealing the dirtied but not particularly wounded Oren.
Though you do wonder how much of his body he had to reconstitute.
"Oh thank god he's okay..."

Meanwhile Caulifla gives you an odd look.
"She just stole your move!"

>Yes! I'm so proud!
>HEY YOUNG MAN! LANGUAGE!
>Other?

>>3944858
>Yes! I'm so proud!

>>3944858
>Yes! I'm so proud!

>>3944858
>Yes! I'm so proud!

>>3944858
>Yes! I'm so proud!

Rolled 10, 12, 21, 4 = 47 (4d21)

>writing

Oh and...
One more roll and Kamin wins
Roll the dice!
Same rules as before

>>3944858
>>Yes! I'm so proud!

Rolled 7 (1d21)

>>3944882
first roll of the day

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>>3944882

Rolled 14 (1d21)

>>3944882
Oof.
Good job, Best Son.

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>3944882
behold my power

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>3944882

Well that's quite a bit of back and forth

Looking down with his spirits at an all time high, Oren starts laughing.
"AHAHAHAHA! Nice one sis!
...
MY TURN!
HaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4UDapUtM0Kw

Oren doesn't waste much time powering up, which makes its meteoric rise just that much more terrifying.
Even the Saiyan royalty are looking up at the boy as he's reaching maximum power with a mixture of envy and fear.
And not to mention the humans, whose feelings are perfectly described by the announcer.
"Erm... Not to worry anyone but I don't know anything about sensing energy and even I FEEL THAT!"

Kamins previously cocky smile turns into a nervous twitch as she starts giggling.
"Heh... Hehahahahahaha! Okay little bro! I thought we were gonna keep going for a while...
But guess not! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Following after her brother Kamin also unleashes everything at her disposal, displaying her crimson red aura to the world.
The two don't simply begin fighting. They disappear out of sight for EVERYONE and when they reappear their clash is starting to cause natural disasters.
As the shockwave travels outward it wipes out the arena below, rendering the whole thing flat and smooth as glass.
The skies above react similarly and blacken with thick clouds whose growth was spurned by their escaping energy.
They begin seemingly blinking in and out of existence as they become visible to the naked eye ONLY when they clash and momentarily slow down.
Shooting a curious look at the Saiyans you see King Sadala angrily demanding an explanation from Cabba. Priceless!
But regardless whether he'll get an answer or not (probably not) those two don't really care and will keep going.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSpPFG7RKF4

The senseless barrage of the twins comes to a halt as they start running out of steam a bit and have to resort to actual techniques once more. And it's this moment which serves as a turning point for the whole fight.
Because at such speed a moments hesitation can bring ruin, one slip up and everything could fall apart.
Kamins very methodical and calculating way proves inferior to Orens more improvised style, as he's far quicker to adapt, far better at seizing the momentum and capitalizing on an opportunity.

>>3944882
Well I know Eric doesn't play favorites, but I kinda wanted Oren to win because he's shown more improvement in my opinion.

Show us what you've learned, my boy!

And Oren?
Well... The boy finally found his rhythm.
Stringing together punches, elbow strikes and sweeping kicks he manages to put quite a lot of pressure on Kamin whose still on a rudimentary level despite all her progress.
Without time to think through her approach what she comes up with is rather... basic and one dimensional.
She cups her hands together and smashes Oren downward, who flips around so he lands feet first and doesn't waste a second to rise back up instantly.

Not leaving Kamin any time to even react to his return, the boy seemingly throws a right punch but when his sister raises both of her forearms to block, he purposefully overshoots it.
Crashing into her with full force, he throws a half lariat which sends her flying straight into the barrier of the stadium.
You actually see cracks starting to form on its surface as Oren continues to apply pressure on his sister.

Locking his legs around Kamins neck he twirls around and takes her off the barrier while sending her careening into the ground.
Upon landing the girl wastes no time getting back up and putting up her guard for the continuation of the assault.
But it was not coming.

For Oren raced her to that point and arrived a bit before her.
Now he's standing behind his sister and quickly reaches under her arms, around her neck and putting her head into a lock.
And for the sake of insurance he also locks his legs around Kamins waist before throwing his entire weight to the ground which drags his twin sister down as well.
The two of them now wrestle on the ground for a while before Kamins head starts going purple.
"I got you now sis! Give up!"

She resists for a few minutes while desperately trying to get her brother off of her but she can't. He got her in a real bind right now...
So without much of an option she starts tapping Orens arms in surrender.
The boys arms unwind and let her breathe, at which moment she starts gasping furiously.
"I... *cough* s-surrender!"

Aaaaand that's where I'm calling quits.
I would've gone on for at least like... 2 more updates but that nat 21 sealed the deal
Oren wins

Next session... Jeanne vs Sam.
The Maiden vs the Arsehole

>>3944945
>>3944945
Nice. I'm not sure If Sam will be able to win against Jeanne considering she seems like a monster, but I hope he pulls the win anyway.

I want to really push him and see what he can do In the finals. Hopefully we teach each other something and knock the arrogance out of him in one go.

>>3944945
thanks for running Nega-Som

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Kamin vs Oren

>>3944945
Thanks for the run, Nega-Som!

I wasn’t able to reply due to being at work sadly. But when Vados was asking us about what we learned from Bruce’s fight, what was she referring to?

I was thinking that one lesson might be comparing Bruce’s Ki nunchaku to Jeanne’s Ki polearm; namely, that Bruce was able to wield his effectively despite not being hinted to perfection like Jeanne’s was. Is this perhaps a hint that sometimes perfection yields minimal gains over a certain point?

I also noted that she asked that pretty quickly after the guy was ringed out. One thing that came to mind is that the dude challenging Bruce just didn’t adapt to the situation. He didn’t try to learn Ki or test out stuff on Bruce, he was just stubbornly or unknowingly trying the same thing over and over until he exhausted Bruce’s patience. I wonder if the lesson here to be learned was to always work to improving ourselves and to never fall into a rut; in other words, we’d become a Gohan if we stagnated or rested on top of our laurels.

>>3945099
>we’d become a Gohan
Truly a fate worse than death itself.

>>3945099
She was asking that if you managed to figure out how Bruce was fighting and if you gained some insight into how to defeat him.

And I suppose there is no harm in telling it now since you wont have access to that information IC

That observation from you is spot on, there is no single way to mastering something.
Jeannes weapons are perfect in composition but he can use what he has better

>>3945236
Actually, her weapons have the flaw of being an isolated energy source, and thus If the tactic fails she can't rely on taking the energy back into her body to replenish her energy stores.

That's what the guy who fought Oren told us. So the question Is, can Bruce do that as well or does he lack both the capabilities of the other fighters in exchange for having a more fluid style that fits his specialty? Really, we should just take what we've seen of all of our competition and keep their strengths In mind. We might aim to replicate their techniques one day and It'd be best to keep note of what's good and bad about each variant so we can truly perfect It ourselves.

>>3945236
>She was asking that if you managed to figure out how Bruce was fighting and if you gained some insight into how to defeat him

Hmm. Bruce’s style is very fluid and he has great mastery over his attacks, and his nunchaku shows that while he might not have a great grasp on exotic techniques, he knows enough practical application to be dangerous.

But the one weakness I can think of is that his style seems to be pretty reactionary. While he can initiate an attack, I’m guessing that he’s watching his opponent like a hawk so he can adapt his moves to best counter how they react. An Anti-Ultra Instinct, if you will; instead of relying on senses to react automatically, his style is very purposeful and relies on his train of thought correctly predicting what his opponent is going to do.

So how do we beat that? One way is just to completely overpower him through brute force. Become the NOO BRADU PITTU meme.

Another way is to go full Hit mode. Assassination techniques but dialed back so we don’t actually kill him. Our techs that rely on touch to transmit highly damaging amounts of psionic energy would also prove to be a nasty surprise if we catch a punch or block a kick only to answer it with an Earthquake strike. Infinite Flash Fist crush would also serve to put a figurative fire under his ass since it’s a homing attack that hits a ton of times, to say nothing about how actual magical fire might do the same thing.

Another way is to use our array of techniques and start stringing them together so that we too have a fluid style that really messes up how someone can answer back. We got portals and space manipulation. We can make Bruce whiff attacks, make our feints not actually feints due to time lag, and all that other good stuff. If we wanted to experiment, we might try and see if we can use our magic/psionics to warp perceptions or locally distort how space and physics work, kind of like a small space that works like a mini-Makai around Eric or in a small zone. That shit is confusing to deal with and would likely throw anyone off who relies on predicting movements.

>>3945244
Jeanne can't take the energy back in.
Bruce technically could but doesn't. Statistically speaking it's too much effort for very little gains.
Only Eric is autistic enough to do that and it's only really necessary in a war of attrition where you have to last as long as possible.

>>3945286
Good ideas.
Keep 'em comin'.
You might need 'em

Also a quick little update:
It looks like I'll be able to continue the thread Sunday.
Hope to see you there


>>3944949
Jeanne is a very... technical fighter and she's very good at formulating strategies.
However Sam hasn't shown his full hand yet. After all, his greatest challange came from someone below Z-Videls level

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I WANT TO FUCK THIS MONKEY SO BAD!
THERE SHOULDN'T BE SUCH A DESIRE IN ANY MAN!
WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME?

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>>3945474
Breath In, breath out dude.

>>3945527
I'm just shitposting my dude. I grew quite fond of this series quite quick.

But to change the topic to something more relevant to the quest itself.
I've been thinking about the whole decision regarding SSJ4 and I've come to accept it.
With the caveat that they'll be exclusively red, brown or a mixture of the two.
But you guys do realize that's like... vastly inferior to something like the God line of transformations, right?

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>>3945560
I mean look at this.
It's fucking adorable

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>>3945560
>vastly inferior to something like the God line of transformations
Well we'll see what my Legendary Super Saiyan 4 Xeno Time Breaker Dark Dragonball Infused Dark Broly has to say about that.

>>3945560
can't speak for everyone since I voted for the SSJG route, but I think I might have an idea of why more people voted for SSJ4.

God Ki has been explained extremely thoroughly in DBS. It's divine Ki, you gotta know how to focus your Ki in order to use it real well, and Goku/Veggie have pretty much tapped the well as far as development goes. SSJB is the peak, with a lot of iterations going into it instead of innovations since we haven't had a lot of material when DB Super ended.

While SSJ4 was featured heavily in DBGT, it didn't get a lot of explanation behind it aside from Blutz waves and great ape mastery; thus, there is an element of allure there. Plus there's already been hints of that stuff earlier in the quest when Caulifla got hit so hard she sprouted a tail.

Overall, I think people might just like the SSJ4 route more because it's different than what the mainline series went with. Though rough PL comparisons may rank it lower than God Ki, I think there may be enough narrative freedom to explore additional avenues that SSJ4 may unlock to make it on-par or even with SSJB and such.

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>>3945569
>SSJB is the peak
Spotted the ningen.
Imagine actually having to train to get stronger.

>>3945571
Mr Selfcest over there doesn't count.
Since you can't get Rosé unless you are a divinity.
So it's given, not earned

>>3945568
Jesus fuck no.
I know I unironically praised it before but Heroes is still PEAK Dragon Ball fanfiction material.
I wouldn't be surprised if it got a Namekian that can go Super Saiyan

>>3945569
I think if anything the Broly movie opened up some avenues for experimentation if nothing else. As I despise GT, and yes before you even ask, I watched the whole thing back in the day.
Heroes is... silly. It's stupid and childish. But it's clearly aimed at kids while GT is... it's just a mess

>>3945605
Well even though I'm not a super huge fan of 4, there Is still some potential there to use It here based off canon stuff.

In the Broly movie, Broly got a powerup from tapping into the Oozaru state without actually transforming, and he did this from his base form. SSJ4 could be made as simple as combining Super Saiyan 1 or 2 + mastered compressed Oozaru state, which It basically Is In GT.

Maybe have the girls master It as a middle-ground before moving onto God-Ki? There could be a use for It, especially on the off-chance we run into opponents that have a specific counter to god-ki but SSJ2 won't cut It, or we get to the point where they don't know god-ki but SSj2 Isn't strong enough to train against If we manage to get that good and doesn't suffer the stamina issues of 3.

(Plus as you already know, It's honestly pretty cute so hey.)

>>3945605
Ok so I know that you're not a fan of ss4, BUT !consider this

>BIG HAIRY TITTIES SMOTHERING OUR FACE

>>3945605
If a Saiyan is appointed Guardian of a planet (Please don't do this.) and went Super Saiyan Blue, would they be Rosé?

>>3945761
Actually? Yes. (Probably)

>>3945757
I'm already warming up to the idea. In no small part thanks to Makura.
And as I'm thinking about it... Broly did manage to clapp some serious godly cheeks with only his autistic rage and inner monkey at his disposal

>>3945474
Monkey waifu is indeed absolutely phenomenal.

>>3945787
Given his general demeanor in the new movie, yeah he's probably autistic.
Broly confirmed playing with legos and curving alien thots all day long.

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>>3945831
All that'll achieve is Chelai telling him to "wear protection" so he glues his armor back together and wears it during sex Vegeta style.
That green girl is thirsty and Broly's been saving his first nut since he was born

>>3945560
>Vastly inferior
But that’s just factually wrong.

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>>3946047
Hmmmmmmmmmm

>>3945869
So you're telling me that based and wholesome doujin shindol did where Broly's first cumshot had the force to almost knock Chelai over and still hit the ceiling in one uber nutblast, with the second cumshot of the orgasm being strong enough to go through her entire digestive track and out her ass is canon?

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>>3946062

>>3945560
I consider 4 just a puzzle piece to the hypothetical end transformation. Basicly Goku and Willows peak skipped a step by not getting it. Ozaru is stronger body, God KI is better fuel and SS is amplification. They have 2 pieces that produce bit beigger immediate results but not the 3rd to truly push further not that it means much as they will pull some other BS anyway.

Well that's enought for my baseless head cannon.

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>>3946104
I ain't gonna confirm or deny that.
Mostly because, as much as I love them, the idea of them spawning weird green half Saiyan babies bothers me on a deep level.
Still... I suppose it could be worse.

Since this fucking joker exists.
Can't wait for him to show up in proper canon after he got name dropped in the Broly movie

>>3946917
Wait that got me thinking, what if Eric's kids end up blonde?

>>3947175
I mean... nothing
They'll be blonde and that's that.
Trunks had purple/blue hair

>>3947175
>Wait that got me thinking, what if Eric's kids end up blonde?
Bro Kamin, Oren, and Lyn have white hair. What are you talking about?

I only recently found this thread since the last one got locked before a link to the new one could go up and AFAIK there’s no twitter for New Thread announcements and whatnot.

>>3945560
On the topic of SS4 vs SSB, I honestly voted for SS4 way back when because it’s something new. We don’t know a whole lot about it or its potential, and you have a lot of room to fanfic it up as you please to make it as close to SSB as you want (I generally headcanon that it can match SSB's quality of Divine Ki through sheer quantity of plain mortal Ki). I honestly find the idea of pushing Caulifla/Kale down the path of SSB to be boring as hell, just walking a path that’s already been tread, complete with codified milestones, and powerups just being flavors of the color blue and “MORE POWER”. SS4 honestly feels more like the girls finding their own path to power instead of just blindly doing what Goku & Vegeta have done, maybe catching up at some point but likely never truly surpassing them. Makes the Saiyan side more prominent in my eyes aside from what they are now in canon, which is basically "human, but with Zenkai, Fight Autism, and dyed hair powerups."

That and I think it just looks a lot cooler and (completely honest here) less fanficcy than SSB. I honestly do feel SSB, appearance-wise, is just a canon version of everyone’s shitty “totally original donut steel” Deviantart OC. I got used to it, but it just doesn’t feel the same.

>>3947861
I think he’s speculating “If their hair is already blonde, what do we do to make their Super Saiyan forms look different than their normal powered up self?”.

After the ceremonies have been taken care of you make your way down and take Kamin up to meet with the rest of the crew.
Treating her to some juice, you pat her on the back and try your best to console her.
"I hope you aren't too broken up by that loss."

"Eh... The only thing that really bothers me is that I can no longer call Oren "Little Brother".
Otherwise I'm fine. I had fun and that's all that matters."

"Did you now?"
You stroke her hair for a few moments.
"I'm glad to hear that. Didn't want you to think your old man forced you into it."

"It kinda felt like it at first but after I got the hang of things and I started having fun with it.
And hey, I got to learn a bunch of cool stuff."

"Yeah. I saw that.
You have no idea how proud you made me.
Now come, let's sit down and enjoy the rest of the show. We'll even root for your little brother."

"Yeah! He better win after this!"

After sitting down and patting Lyn on the head as well, the two of you got back to watching the announcer doing his thing.
But after hearing him call out the names of Jeanne and Sam, Kamin shot you a glance.
"He's your friend, isn't he?"

"Yes. And?"

"Aren't you going to help him?"

>No. Finally he'll have some trouble
>Yeah... I guess I should
>You know what? I'd rather help Jeanne
>Other?

>>3948061
I have a twitter but I'm gonna be totally honest, I hate it with a passion.
Not to mention I often forget it even exists.

And I never, ever said the girls would get Blue at any point.

That aside, I agree that it looks like shit.
However I think the Broly movies transformation scene gave it the gravitas it needed. Now I'm fine with it

Guys?

>>3948085
>No. Finally he'll have some trouble

>>3948105
Sorry, Bossu.
Didn't know we were getting a session today.

>>3948085
>Yeah... I guess I should check up on him not gonna give much more than bare basics thought.

>>3948085
>>No. Finally he'll have some trouble

>>3948085
>no. Finally he'll have some trouble

>>3948085

Actually, I'll change my vote from this:
>>3948113

To this: >>3948108

He's still gotta learn but he's our buddy. Hopefully we can gauge if he's become dick incarnate via his ego or if he still has some semblance of humility/sanity.

That's a 50/50 split.
Imma wait for the next vote and that'll decide it

>>3948085
>No. Finally he'll have some trouble

Rolled 12, 19, 14, 19 = 64 (4d21)

Guess that's a no!
>writing

Oh and let us do the rolls
I'll be rolling for Jeanne, you do Sam
Best of 4, higher roll wins

Rolled 11, 10, 6, 11 = 38 (4d21)

>>3948131

Looks like Jannu isn't playing around.

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>3948131

>>3948132
anon...

Rolled 8 (1d21)

>>3948131

Rolled 12 (1d21)

>>3948131

>>3948134
Close but no cigar

>>3948087
>I have a twitter but I'm gonna be totally honest, I hate it with a passion.
>Not to mention I often forget it even exists.
Understandable, though that's gonna hurt the playerbase for sure when you don't get a chance to announce a session ahead of time. I know I'm not always paying attention to the thread, and it sometimes gets locked before you can like the last one.

>And I never, ever said the girls would get Blue at any point.
Well, I am running up on 36 hrs with maybe a 1hr nap, so I wouldn't be surprised if I'm remembering wrong.

>That aside, I agree that it looks like shit.
However I think the Broly movies transformation scene gave it the gravitas it needed. Now I'm fine with it

Oh yes, I haven't even seen the movie yet (spoiled the hell out of it for myself though because LORE) and I agree on the gravitas part. I still don't think it looks great, but the movies higher production values definitely help. Strangely enough, despite disliking SSB's overall design, I absolutely love the way Vegeta's SSB Evolution looks. If you have any headcanon's on that I'd love to see it!

Well, I think that's enough WORDS for now.

>>3948139
If you're interested I posted a mega link in one of the older threads, you can find it in the archives.
I uploaded the entire movie with the dub there

>>3948140
I'll probably grab that when I have the time. Holidays + job I can't just take some PTO from without coverage for my shift means I'm usually busy or tired. Plus my massive backlog of every kind of media.

"No..."
You reply in a cold voice.
"You did well to learn. Now it's time for him... This'll be a good lesson."

"B-But she's-
The spirit warriors are on a different level!
He could get hurt!"

"Yes. That makes it an important lesson!
Besides, adversity is the best teacher."

Turning your attention to the arena you watch as Jeanne and Sam both make their way to the arena proper.
For rather "obvious" reasons Sam is acting much more reserved and courteous than his previous matches.
He makes his way up to the (un)living saint and tries to show off with a bow that only manages to get a laugh out of the lady.

"You're not well versed in etiquette I take it young man."

"Erm- I... heh, I just wanted to be nice.
Things like bowing haven't exactly been mainstream for a while now!"

"I understand. Perhaps next time practicing proper form first.
Your intentions are pure, but it's best not to embarrass oneself.
Still... I thank you young mage."

"Oh... you've been watching me?"

"I've been watching everyone.
It pleases my heart that humanity has come so far. Especially the ones like you!
It must've taken tremendous amounts of effort to master the arcane. You have my respect."

"Heh! Actually I've been only training for a couple weeks!"

"Oh my... You're quite a genius then!"

"I just had a great teacher! That's all."
Sam rubs the back of his head with a goofy grin.
"So uh... I feel kinda silly but I must ask this even if the answer is no. Because otherwise I know I'll hate myself forever.
Erm... after all this... w-would you, I mean! May I ask you out for dinner perhaps?"

All of a sudden Jeannes expression changes. Her cheerful yet mature face contorts into a frown and she replies with a bone chilling coldness.
"Fall off your horse and die!"

"W-WHA-"

She throws her right hand to the side and, with surprising swiftness, conjures a fully formed and perfectly solid spear.
"I see now... You are just another one of those lecherous men! Trying to woo women with your vile charms!
I shall smite thee and make sure nothing remains of your legacy!"

The jaws of everyone in the room and in the spectator seats drop to the ground.
"Where the HELL did that come from?!"
Champa asks.

"Oh yeah...
I think I read about that somewhere.
Jeanne d'Arc had this thing about men... Some curse or something.
Apparently anyone who tried to court her had something rather unfortunate happen to them. They may have even died.
Looks like those were exaggerations about her temperament."

>>3948155
The odd thing is, I’m not sure whether this display of coldness and murderous intent will put her fans off or just serve to further fan the flames of her fanboys.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QeD9i-BtNeI

The lady spun her armament around and holding it with both hands aimed it at Sam.
"The Maiden of Orleans shall teach you a lesson!"

"Shit! SHIT!
What did I do to deserve this?"
Sam shouts as he crosses his fingers.
"BARRIER!"

Sam creates a protective wall around himself, much like during his last match and hides behind it.
His opponent however does not take this very well and with a considerably raised voice shouts at him while charging.
"FACE ME YOU CRAVEN WEAKLING!
STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR WALLS! HAVE YOU NOT LEARNED YOUR LESSONS YET!
FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN IF YOU LIKE SWINGING YOUR... YOUR... YOUR GENITALS AROUND THAT MUCH!"

She hits Sams safety bubble before he has a chance to begin his bullshit tactic of cheesing things with spells from safety.
And for a while it looks like it didn't achieve anything. But with persevearance and ceaseless shouting she pierces the wall, causing a few inches of her weapon to slip through and form cracks in it.
Before long the whole thing shatters like glass and she rams through it like the engine of destruction she is.
Sam tries his best to dodge her but with superior speed and a vast gap in experience, Jeanne manages to pursue him.

With a wide slash of her spear she manages to get close enough to Sam that he has to actively defend himself or risk a serious injury.
"Transmute! STEEL!"

His skin turns metallic in color and upon impact with the french maidens spear makes an audible "CLANG" as he's flung across the stadium.
Falling on the ground and only managing to stop his tumble by digging his fingers in the ground, he lands out of bounds and looks up massively confused.
The announcer wastes no time starting his countdown.
"ONE! TWO-"

"D-Did he just turn his skin into fucking metal?"

"Yes."
Vados responds.
"It's a pretty roundabout way of doing things but it's very advantageous.
After all, it's much easier to reinforce something already hard. But of course it's not without risks.
It can't be kept up for long or you risk damaging your body."

"Yeah, I guess bodily functions don't work correctly with god damned steel!"
You focus on Sams chest.
"But I guess it still wasn't enough to nullify all of that... He still got cut."

Rolled 17, 3, 13, 19 = 52 (4d21)

Sam stands up, his now bleeding torso turns back to flesh, making his wound that much more apparent.
"Damn... Looks like this is gonna be rough!"

"FIVE! SI-
O-Oooooooh..."

Sam spreads his arms and starts levitating like Magneto in the air.
"JEANNE D'ARC! WELCOME! TO DIE!"
What a tool... he's stealing your style.

Meanwhile the announcer looks at this in dumb confusion.
"Erm... I don't know how to handle this. What are the rules on flying?"
He touches his earpiece and begins nodding.
"Okay. Apparently as long as their feet aren't touching the ground it's fair game!
Proceed!"

Still looking particularly miffed, Jeanne refrains from following Sam even though she is DEFINITELY capable of doing so.
You got a good guess about what her reasoning might be when she looked down at her short skirt and scoffed.
If you had to bet she probably mumbled something about perverted men as well.
So she stands her ground and watches Sam carefully.

>Roll your dice again
Same rules as before. Jeanne gets a +1

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>3948198
Yeah Jeanne! Kick his ass!

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>3948198

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>3948198
If this succeeds, there is a 100% chance of a wardrobe malfunction.

Rolled 13 (1d21)

>>3948198

>>3948216
Guess Jeannes panties remain where they are

ITT: Casterfag gets BTFO by superior Martial class.

>>3948224
I don't even know what that is but honestly...
I have no fucking idea what happens if Jeanne wins this one bros. I'm scared

>>3948222
Atleast Sam dose not lose without doing anything as the dice difrence is only 2.

>>3948227
We go to cheer up Sam as our anger has lost its edge since he got beaten? Jeanne gets the prestigious place in Sam's mind of brown pants scarry?

C'mon Sam, I know you were kind of a little shit before but you gotta win this, or else Jeanne will become a feminist icon and the roasties will rally behind her against our monkey waifus

>>3948242
Would they? She's Christian, attractive, fit and very clearly works out hard.

>>3948222
>Implying Jeanne would be the one with the malfunction
What a grand and intoxicating innocence

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n2I3eZOcBPk

You watch them stare each other down for a few moments before Sam raises his hand and takes the initiative.
Frost begins to form on the ground right under Jeannes feet which the warrior only barely notices before it before the patch of ice erupts in a large, root like structure.
She first dodges it by rolling around and once the thing is fully formed she wraps her fingers around the shaft of her weapon and with a quick swipe, reforms it into the shape of a two handed japanese great sword.
With a shout she spins around and cuts the structure in half before kicking the lifted top half upwards and towards Sam.

Clearly shocked by this development Sam snaps his finger and the large chunk of frozen moisture melts in an instant and turns into water. Though it's still cold and clearly causes discomfort to Sam as it hits his entire body.
"D-D-D-Damnit! This girl is scary!"
He speaks through his chattering teeth.
"L-Looks like I g-g-got no choice!"
Slapping his hands together Sam begins chanting
"Kaaaaaaaaa-"

"Uh-oh!"
Vados speaks up in surprise.

"THAT'S NOT AN "Uh-oh!" THAT'S A "WHAT THE FUCK?!".
IF HE FIRES THAT AT THE GROUND-"

"Meeeee-Haaaaa-Meeeee-"
Sams body begins to glow as the sphere of ki in his hands begins to expand.
Soon the entire stadium is bathed in a blue light as he finishes charging the blast.
Sparks shoot out of his body as he grits his teeth and adds a little "special something" to the mix.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

The beam shoots out straight at Jeanne who seems poised and ready to take whatever's coming at her.
But as she braces by raising her odachi into the sky she sees something change in the composition of the ki and lowers her weapon in order to guard.
Just like she predicted the attack began destabilising, perhaps due to the added magic or perhaps due to intentional imbalance in the ki but the thing splits into many small tendrils like a sea anemone, which begin changing course and encircle the young lady.
Assaulted from every direction Jeanne realizes how bad of a situation she's in.

Letting go of the blade with one hand she begins charging a mass of ki into her now free arm, all the while changing the shape of her weapon as well.
What she ends up making is not clear to you because the light of the beams becomes blinding once they converge.
Upon their impact an explosion rocks the arena and blankets the whole ring in a cloud of smoke.

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When the dust starts settling you see a strong, yellow light pierce through the smoke.
What looks like a sphere of light at first turns out to be a pair of curved greatshields which, when coupled together form a perfectly spherical protective wall.
Sam now panting, looks down at it and starts chuckling.
"Haha, oh fuck... she actually tanked it."

Though she managed to successfully block it, the feat did have its toll. Now breathing a little heavy Jeanne looks up at her foe after expanding all that energy.
"I'll show you how it's done!"

She begins spinning around about three times before she throws one of her shields into the air.
It comes close to decapitating/hitting Sam on the head real hard. But it looks like it wasn't aimed directly at him... that much.
It flies past his head and into the sky before Jeanne raises her open hand and clenches it into a fist.
"BURST OPEN!"

Her shield stops in place and fragments into innumerable and very sharp, needle like objects.
They accelerate at an unnatural rate and start diving towards the ground. Naturally, all of them steer clear of the audience but shower the entire arena in the case that Sam decides to run.
Caught figuratively with his pants down Sam braces for the impact while Jeanne simply raises her remaining shield which not only blocks the projectiles but absorbs them into itself.
When the attack finally stops the end result is... quite brutal, coming close to your standards.

Sam is bleeding profusely from many, MANY wounds.
Though it has to be said that none of them seem to be too deep, all are skin deep at best. But right now even a gentle breeze must feel like a cheese grater for Sam.

>Stand up and start shouting at him
>Watch in silence
>Other?

>>3948320
>>Stand up and start shouting at him
You suck

>>3948320
>Watch in silence

>>3948320
>Stand up and start shouting at him

You can win this if you use your head!

>>3948320
>3948320
>Stand up and start shouting at him

COME ON YOU FUCK, IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO? IS THAT ALL YOU TRAINED FOR? ARE YOU JUST GONNA LET ME DOWN, DON'T YOU WANT THAT TITLE? DON'T YOU WANT TO KICK MY ASS IN THE FINALS?

GET UP. FIGHT. KICK. HER. ASS!

>>3948330
>Stand up and start shouting at him

Sam! Get your ass in gear!

>>3948320
>Stand up and start shouting at him
If he loses and sullies our teacher’s good name, we’re kicking his ass until his ass develops immunity to kicking!

A'ight. Time to motivate the SHIT out of Sam.

Roll the dice!
Best of 4
DC: 15 Crit: 18

If you succeed, Jeannes bonus is nullified
If you crit Sam gets a bonus as well

>writing

Rolled 3 (1d21)

>>3948387
COME ON YOU BASTARD DO ITTT

Rolled 18 (1d21)

>>3948387

Rolled 20 (1d21)

>>3948387

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>3948387
This roll is dedicated to Vados

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>>3948394
>>3948397
O fuck

Rolled 16, 11, 16, 8 = 51 (4d21)

Okay... Rolling for Sam
Higher is better

>>3948411
And he gets a +2, meaning he got an 18.
Not bad

You decide to intervene a bit.
Not because you care about Sam loosing but because he's embarrassing you and everyone else involved with his training by proxy. And we can't have that.
If he still looses... he better do it in style. Like dying while standing...

With a swift time-skip you make your way outside and stare down at the bleeding man while both he and his opponent are panting after that display of power.
"SAM!"
You shout down with a deep, booming voice.
"COME ON YOU FUCK! PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND STOP SUCKING!"

"E-Eric?"
He looks up with eyes clouded by exhaustion brought about by his injuries and lack of ki.

"IS THIS ALL YOU CAN DO?! YOU TRAINED FOR THIS?! If you loose like this you'll not only fail, you'll bring shame to ME AND YOUR MASTER AS WELL!
If you still want to face me, if you still want that title... YOU BETTER GET IN GEAR AND KICK! HER! ASS!
DO IT YOU FUCKING PUSSY!"

Surprisingly enough, the one you had the most visible effect on was NOT Sam... but his opponent.
Rather than being upset by this she seems to be erm... rather... excited about you verbally berating him.
But that doesn't mean Sam didn't take your message to heart either. He closes his eyes and when he opens them up he got quite the stoic look on his face.

"Lady Jeanne..."
He looks down.
"I'm sorry for not giving you the respect you deserve-"
His speech finally snaps the lady out of her "fixation" with you and returns her focus to her.
"Now allow me to give you the fight you deserve!"
For a moment she looks like she wants to say something in response to that, but she simply closes her mouth and nods.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdIjBHc87aY

Sam raises his hand and after taking a few heavy breaths to calm himself down, jams his entire arm in his hand.
Gasps and screams fill the stadium as his entire hand clearly broke through the ribs and is now firmly placed near his heart.
Involuntarily he spits up copious amounts of blood as he forces the hand deeper. Suddenly a blackish-red mist begins emanating from his body.
"The greatest... spell... always... requires... a... sacrifice!"
He opens his eyes and they look like they are on fire!
"Heavy chains... that does freeze... my bones... around!"

Janking his arm out you see that his chest is completely fine... though you suspect there might be some vacant room in there now.
He clenches his fist tight around the thing in his hand as it begins to morph into a large, scimitar like curved blade.
Looking down at his opponent he starts hovering lower and lower until his feet touch the ground once more.
"Forgive me for the delay... let's go!"

Jeanne splits the mass in her hand into two pieces, one buckler and a regular looking long sword.
She does not look even remotely concerned by Sams display just now, instead focusing on the upcoming battle and admiring the mans determination.
Raising her shield and readying her sword she speaks one word.
"Come!"

Sam charges her with a scream and the two quickly engage in a duel.
Though clearly unseasoned as a swordsman Sam more than makes up for it with sheer power and determination.
It quickly becomes apparent that his creation could slice through Jeannes shield on a direct hit, let alone her sword.
So the maiden needs to rely on parries or pay the price.

Using his longer reach to his advantage Sam keeps swinging in wide arcs so that only the tip of his sword has any chance of hitting Jeanne.
In exchange, this offers him relative safety as his opponent can't hit him unless she takes a risky dive.
For a while the lady dances around the sweeping sword that carves through the arena like hot butter until she sees an opening.
She lets Sam whack her longsword out of her hand and does a quick roll forward, picking up a handful of the shards stuck in the ground and throwing the five pieces at Sam.

Creating a much more localized barrier the size of his palm Sam easily blocks those and prepares to counter.
He swings his massive saber around which gets nowhere near Jeanne but it doesn't seem to be a problem.
"DRIVE!"
He shouts and a wave of concentrated energy shoots out of his sword. Whether it's actually a minuscule portion of the magic that makes up his creation, or if he uses the sword as a conduit to channel his power is hard to tell. But it's damn effective and flashy.

Jeanne rolls to the side but the wide, roaring wave catches her leg and draws some blood.
In a twist it's her that bleeds now and Sams exsanguination seems to have stopped despite his many injuries...
She winces but otherwise bears the pain and begins collecting more of her scattered energy, which she begins to utilize immediately.
First it turns into a dagger, then a machete and finally a rapier which she brandishes with great pride.

The crowd is in an uproar now. Whether because they are rooting for Jeanne specifically or because they were shocked and disgusted by Sams display is unknown. Probably both.
"GO JEANNE! FINISH HIM! DON'T LET HIM WIN!"
But she mostly ignores them and so does Sam.
They are both too absorbed by the fight itself.

"What remarkable change..."
Jeanne muses.
"Tell me young man... Is that all?"

Sam pants.
"Forgive me... but no.
However I can't afford to use everything. If I aim to face HIM."

Jeanne looks up.
"I see. I can respect that."
She readies her sword.
"But I still won't let you win..."

"I'm aware."

The two stop their idle chatter and quickly jump at each other, swinging their weapons around.
Jeanne is now fully committed to dancing around Sam while continuously delivering dozens of pokes each second.
Sams slashes are much less numerous but much more impactful, and though he doesn't land any direct hits even his grazing blows deal much more considerable damage.
They continue their rush attacks with Sams paper cuts growing in number and Jeanne receiving many blemishes on her otherwise immaculate skin.

By the time they start running out of steam they decide to settle things with one final clash with all their power behind it.
Jeanne strikes the saber with the very tip of her sword and holds her ground for quite a while... but not forever.
Soon her sword begins bending and that's when Sam takes his chance.

Stepping forward he pushes the rapier until it snaps out of place, allowing his slash to move forward. The resulting exchange is quite graphic...
The rapier pierces Sams gut and protrudes from his back, but judging by how it looks, it missed his vitals.
Meanwhile Jeannes left shoulder suffered quite a serious blow as the sword dug into it.
They both end up throwing up blood as pain overwhelms them.
But it looks like Sams gamble paid off in the end.

Pulling back they both take a moment to recover after that final blow and start sizing each other up.
"Looks like it's time we-"

"Ended this..."
Both of their swords are ready.

>Final roll for Sam
1d21, best of 4
No roll for Jeanne. Despite her injury she still dominated this fight for most of the time
DC: 19, No crit

Rolled 19 (1d21)

>>3948582

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>>3948588
Okay, I'll give you that one.
This is pretty dope

>>3948595
Well Sam now can say he lived up to expectations of masters students. He won his 1st underdog fight.

Rolled 17 (1d21)

>>3948582

Sorry about the delay, I went to get boomer juice
>writing

Rolled 21 (1d21)

>>3948582

>>3948700
daaaaamn

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>>3948700
Praised be the Angels, and our lady Vados especially.

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>>3948700
Fuck... I'm sure glad this didn't come up sooner. Otherwise I might've really panicked

Rolled 2 (1d21)

>>3948582

Cupping her hands together Jeanne begins focusing on the remainder of her energy and begins projecting it outward.
Her rapier begins floating and spinning around as it sucks in all the pieces of her construct scattered around the ring.
The whole thing forms a massive spear with a flag attached to the end of it. Grabbing it with both hands she slams its pommel against the ground.
Suddenly you feel a wave wash over you as she begins radiating with some sort of light.

Jeanne lets out a smile.
"Come brave warrior! Let your spirits fly high and let us fight with no regrets!"

Both her and Sams exhaustion is washed away as the radiance invigorates them and everyone else.
Chuckling through his pain Sam responds.
"I would... but I can barely move as is...
Well no matter! I'll just have to improvise."

Similarly how Jeanne projects a rejuvenating aura Sams sword begins to emit some sort of energy which reacts with his caked blood.
The dry gore begins to transform and take shape around Sam like some sort of armor, but judging by how little the segments cover they are not meant for protection.
Judging by their contractions they function as an exoskeleton forcibly moving Sams body around even though he should no longer be able to function.
Grinning now that he regained function of his limbs Sam speaks up.

"Now this is more like it! LET'S GO!"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iSHX2oPsYTk

The two start running, ready to end this fight with one climactic blow.
Now that their reserves of energy are running dry their movements are much more easy to follow to the average person, which is almost sluggish for you.
Jeanne prepares for a great lunge with her mighty weapon, fully ready to use the extended range of her weapon to its fullest.
And it seems that Sam truly lost this one because his lack of experience assures Jeannes victory.
But out of nowhere he pulls out a move worthy of immortalization.

He shouts and comes to a stop.
Raising his forward foot into the air, he slams it down on the tip of the spear with all his weight.
Jeannes momentum carries her forward despite the sword wielding maniac stomping on her weapon.
She falls forward face first and meets Sams sword held in a reverse grip. Your friend then thrusts the hilt of his weapon forward and hits the lady on her forehead.

The thunderous impact was great enough to knock the maiden out, which in turn caused her ki weapon to scatter as a cloud of energy.
Now panting and exhausted beyond his limit Sam simply utters this.
"Ref... count..."

"S-S-S-Sorry!"
The referee comes out of hiding and does his usual ten count, at the end of which he declares:
"AND THAT LADIES AND GENTLEMENT MAKES SAMUEL THE WINNER! PLEASE CONGRATULATE HIM FO-"

CRASH

Sam falls face first right next to Jeanne, his reserves completely dry.
Looks like he only managed to hold out until he was named the winner.

You float down there and start poking the guy to see if he's dead or not, to which you get a clearly audible groan.
"Lheave meh be!"

"Hey Sam... I'm proud of you!
Finally you did something right!"

"Fhugh hyouh.
My everything hurts."

Looking up you call over some of the medics who are already well on their way and hand them two pieces of wrapped "energy supplement".
"What's this?"
They ask.

"White bread.
Give them one each before you put them in the healing tank.
You'll thank me later."

After that they are swiftly carried off while the announcer approaches you.
"Whew.... crazy isn't it?"

"Get used to it. Because it won't get any less insane."

"Oh damn...
So anyway you're up right? Do you... need some time first?
Because I think we gotta do some uuuuuh... cleanup."

>Yes. I'd like to talk with my opponent before the match.
>No, we can just start now
>Other?

>>3948805
who are we fighting against?

>>3948805
>Yes. I'd like to talk with my opponent before the match.

>>3948805
>No, we can just start now

>>3948809
Pops

>>3948805
>Yes. I'd like to talk with my opponent before the match.
Never hurts to chat before a match. That way we can get right into when we're actually out there.

>>3948815
supporting

>>3948805
>Yes. I'd like to talk with my opponent before the match.

>>3948271
No but seriously. The fight is over.
Who did you mean? The pressure is killing me!

>>3948822
I assume he meant Sam would give the entire world and the visiting Saiyan delegation a grand view of his wedding tackle.

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>>3948822
There are hundreds of people present who are all viable targets for accidental exposure. Jeanne, and Sam. The King, and the Queen. Hit and Champa. Vados and Cabba. Kale and Caulifla. Bruce Lee and Pierre. The audience. The Asulfs!
The possibilities seem infinite to our limited mortal minds.

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>>3948849
>>3948827
IT'S TIME TO STOP

Anyways, looks like you get to chat with pops a little. Good. You won't regret this
>writing

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>>3948857
Embrace the truth. There is but one outcome that rests in the depths of your heart.
A future in which Sam uses an explosion of clothes-destroying magic that catches everyone in the blast and bypasses the shielding due to its harmless nature.

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>>3948865
psh... whatever Jared-Femto
You're not even the guy who fucked Guts the most

>>3948871
>Guts takes the BBC
>Goes on to become the strongest human alive who routinely fucks up everyone who crosses him
>Griffith takes a few loads from ugly bastards to fund his war efforts
>Becomes a god and ultimately remakes the world according to his dream
>Casca gets Femto’d
>Becomes retarded until only recently in the manga
Coincidence? I think not. Gay sex gives you unfathomable power in berserk. I theorize that it’s from male energy resonating.

>>3948889
Shame about that quad tho

But all that proves is that Rape>NTR

"Yeah... can you hold off on that for a minute?
I want to speak with my opponent a little. Oh and uh... don't worry about the arena.
It might be trashed but once I'm done we'll need an entirely new one. Luckily I know just the person for the job."

"O-Oh... well that's concerning."

You leave the guys alone so they can do their job and seek out "pops" in the dressers.
He's currently sitting on a bench shotgunning a sixpack just before your match. Good to know he got his priorities straight.
"Hey..."

"Hey yourself chump.
Whaddaya want? Can't you see I'm busy."

"We got a fight to do..."

"Can't be too important if you're here chatting with me instead of out there waitin'.
So what do you want?"

"I just thought we might need to talk a bit first."

"Well..."
He stands up and walks in your face.
"Now that you mention it... I do have something I was wonderin' about."

"Such as?"

"How do ya wanna do this?
'Cuz I know. We give it all we got, no bullshit, no holdin' back."
He points at the weapon dangling on your back.
"That means ditching that hunk o' junk right there."

"I can agree with that.
And in turn?"

"In turn I won't be holdin' back either.
If you expected anythin' else then you're shit out of luck boy."

"And how about that technique of yours?"

"Well... I guess I could show you the ropes.
But it depends on ya. We could just beat the shit out of each other and you could learn that way.
Or I could sit you down like a good lil' runt and explain things to you.
Which one do you want?"

>Starting with a quick lesson sounds good. That way we can have a proper "berserk-off"
>Nah. Punching each other in the face will do. I learn best under pressure
>Other?

>>3948910
>Starting with a quick lesson sounds good. That way we can have a proper "berserk-off"

>>3948910
>Starting with a quick lesson sounds good. That way we can have a proper "berserk-off

>>3948914
>>3948918
I like this, let's see if the blood remains true

Hmmmm things seem to have died down
Anyway
>writing

You think through his offer for a moment before making your choice.
The thing he told you about that... "Berserker dance" sounds quite esoteric.
Maybe even a bit arcane, hardly a thing you could just replicate through observation.
So it'd be really useful if he could, you know, actually explain how it works.

"Well since you offered... I guess I'll take that lesson.
See if the blood remains true."

"Hmmmm... We'll see."

"What? Don't have any faith in me?"

"Don't take it personally kid, I got faith in no-one! Certainly not some boy that I just met.
And don't make claims like that. The berserkergang is not something you're born with... well, it is but it doesn't run in the family."
He speaks with a bit of sorrow to his voice.

"Why? Did... your kids... not know how to do that?"

"Nay. I could've taught them the ropes.
But they never could've pulled it off. Didn't have what it takes.
You?"
*sigh*
"Well I suppose we'll have to see, won't we?"

"Oh we will... don't you worry.
Just don't come complaining to me once I mop the floor with you old man."

"I won't.
'Cause it ain't happenin' squirt."

And I think I'll also call it quits here.
Next thread we'll get to learning (hopefully) about Erics berserker rage and then... smacking daddy dearest in the face

I'll try to post both here and the twitter about when the next session will be.
But unfortunately I'Ll have a double night shift starting tomorrow.
The good news is that this is the last one of the year. So after that we're on easy street

See you guys next time

>>3948965
thanks for running Nega-Som

>>3948965
Thanks for the run!

How much hot water is Cabba in right now for having near to zero intel on his partner’s super powered kids?

How are the Saiyans reacting to the fights?

How’s our newest Guardian settling in? Is he watching the tournament too?

>>3948965
See you next time Nega-Som, absolutely hype that Sam pulled off a win from behind. Hopefully his next match Isn't *quite* as brutal as his last. I want him to get to the finals with a surprise or two and some gas left In the tank.

Also maybe consider just scripting Sam's next fight, and the intended winners in general for the rest of this, save ourselves. Sam already hard earned his RNG win and Kamin/Oren made sense because they knew each other so well and were so close in power so It came down to the moment but you can just do the rest as cutscenes imo.

>>3948973
Not as much as you think.
The King is more hyped than anything, the Queen is more concerned than angry because she can't figure out what the fuck is wrong with them, so those two aren't chewing him out that much.
The only one that's busting his balls is Azuki

The rest of the Saiyans are finally having fun now that some "real" fights are happening

He's busy learning the cultures and history of the humans. Only his daughter is keeping him updated about the fights.

>>3949269
I had no intentions of making him fight one of the twins seriously because there is no way in HELL he can pull a win out of his ass there.
Those two are Cell level fighters and no amount of luck can net you a win there

>>3949529
Yeah... It's go a take a while. I guess earth has basicly enought culture for 10+ standart planets from what I have seen of DragonBall alien races.

A'ight.

Let's do a quick little update.
I'm currently sucking dick in the night shift and will do so tomorrow as well.
Meaning I'll spend the entirety of Wednesday recuperacting once I'm done.
Thursday is a no-go as I'll have to do chores around the house and go shopping for necessities.
That leaves Friday as the only possibility for a session.
I'll post this on twatter as well in an effort to stop being a jew.

However as you may imagine, I'm not too happy with this. In fact I'm positively miffed.
So how about we do some omakes? Haven't done one of those in a while.

Currently I'm thinking about a joke one with Sam and Jeanne in the med-room.
I also recall one I promised way back in the day but I'd have to first get home to look that one up.
But that's not a whole lot.

So let's say I'm open for commissions for now

>>3949885
Honestly, the slow nature of the tournament has me tapped for ideas. Hard to come up with much when the timeframe has been constrained for a while.
It’s a good tournament, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that everything slows way down for it by necessity. It’ll be better now that we’re seeing the good shit

After the rather explosive conclusion of their duel the two quarter finalists, Sam and Jeanne have been carried to the med bay where the busy soldiers of the SDF are working tirelessly to oversee and coordinate their recovery.
One of the soldiers pushing the gurneys speaks up to the "nurse" with audible irritation.

"Oy! Rookie! Got a pair of fresh ones for ya!
Priority one, 'cuz the winner ended up almost killing himself!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm!"

"Don't get too excited! Here... the girl can get the regular program but the guy has an appearance to make so make sure to deep fry him!"

"MMMMMMMMMMM!"

"Oh and here... We got instructed to feed them these.
Apparently it's sliced bread but they look more like miniature, flat loaves than anything else."

"I'm sorry, why do I have to feed them bread?"

"Maybe it's a cultural thing.
But orders are orders, so let me help jamming it in their mouths!"

The two make sure to help the two unconscious humans chew their food before making them swallow and take a step back before a familiar sound alerts them.
BEEP!
"H-Huh? Their powerlevels shot through the roof!"
The male nurse spoke up.
"Simply incredible. I wish I could swallow loads like that after a rough training session."

"Damn... must've been some sort of medicine that replenishes energy.
Let's see how well they perform... whatthefuck-
Are you seeing this?"

"Seeing what?"

"That can't be right. Scouter must've broke. It says there are four powerlevels in the room!"

"Hmmmmmmm..."
BEEP.
"How curious, mine says the same."

"Are you... shitting me? The fucking BREAD has a POWERLEVEL?!
What the shit are these idiots eating?"

"I heard they also recreationally drink poison, inhale cancer inducing smoke and willingly put themselves in danger for the hell of it.
Them eating things like these is not out of the ordinary..."

"That's called living jackass! Everybody consumes alcohol, smokes cigarettes and EVERY race has adrenaline junkies.
Maybe if you weren't such a faggot you'd know that not everybody sucks dicks in their spare time! Okay... I gotta get back 'cuz shit's getting interesting.
Put them into their tubes already! Hop to!"

As the saiyan leaves the nurse scoffs at him.
"Mmmmmmmmm.... you're lucky you aren't cute boy, otherwise your dick would be sucked already...
Then who'd be the queer?"

>>3950014
Yeah I agree. This definitely has been a mistake on my part.
But live and learn... I should be able to avoid pitfalls like this one

>>3950019
>The bread has a powerlevel
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfHrXsGJ8mo

With their ki restored the physical restoration of their bodies should be rather quick, though to make sure he's ready for his next match Sam's placed under the direct care of the nurse who carefully monitors his biometrics and adjusts the pods functions directly.
After several minutes of soaking in the healing spooge of the pod Sam awakens with a loud scream as he realizes he's submerged in some sort of liquid, the bubbles both tickling and irritating him at the same time.
Right on queue the chamber is drained of liquid and opens up, letting the boy fall on his knees.

"Welcome back, MMMMMMMMMMMM!"

*cough cough*
"Damn... I wanted to be Luke Skywalker a little bit longer."

"I don't know what that means but your treatment is commmmmmmmmmmplete.
So we need to make room in case someone needs the pod...."

Sam looks down at his hand and clenches it a few times.
"That was... certainly odd. How long was I in there?"

"About ten minutes."

"O-Oh.... damn. That's really effective medicine you guys got!"

"Thank you but to be fair half of the job was done by those energy supplements you got."
The cyan skinned alien walks over to one of the lockers and retrieves some folded up clothes from it.
"Here. Make sure you get dressed before going back out."

"Oh yeah, that'd be embarrass- WHY THE FUCK AM I NAKED?!
Wha-WHY? Who did this?! WAS IT YOU?"

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm... I had to give you a physical examination to determine the damage so I could adequately control the healing process..."

"B-BUT WHY DIDN'T YOU PUT THEM BACK?!"

"So your skin could better absorb all the healing juices mmmmmmm!"

"O-Oh... I see! Sorry for jelling. I'm just... not used to people seeing me like this."

"I understand. And don't worry. What I did was purely professional, as such patient confidentiality binds me.
Not that there is much to tell about your genitals to be honest..."

"P-Please refrain from talking about my genitals in the future!"
Then an idea crosses Sams mind and realization hits him.
"WAIT! Erm... there was a girl with me. My opponent. She was injured pretty badly. Where is she now? Is she alright?"

"MMmmmmm..."
The blue alien points next to Sam.
"She's right behind you."

Turning around with a smile on his face, Sams expression quickly contorts into one of sheer hatred and disgust.
Snapping back, he throws his shoes at the alien with a scream.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU STRIP HER YOU PERVERTED XENOS FAGGOT?!"

"Because she didn't need urgent medical attention unlike you...
And I'd watch my tongue if I were you monkey. I'm not the one who's disappointed that I couldn't see her naked."

"URK!"

"Now I recommend you get dressed and leave.
Because while I'm obliged to not divulge anything about you... I also must inform her you were trying to stare at her naked body if you continue causing a fuss."

"P-Please don't!"

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O fug...
Maybe we shold put off the banging of the girls... indefinitely

>>3950280
Here's the thing though, their wives cant into fighting. Caulifa, Kale, and Kefla on the other hand train regularly and are essentially the protags of their universe going off powerlevels.

>>3950280
>Cuckren
>Stronger than Broly, who's insane powerups coincided with getting a waifu
Heh.

So are we sealing off the time stopping for the fight with Bruce? Because I feel like that would make things way too one-sided.

>>3950280
It's not actually the women themselves that make them weak but the intense jobber radiation they emit, think about it Chelai didn't give off jobber radiation because she was a weaselly fuck who could scheme her way out of a situation, that space jew energy was what allowed Broly steal god Ki. The most significant power up in DB history OG super saiyan was acquired when the biggest jobber died and stopped weakening Goku.Do oyu really think that is a coincidence? Gohan was good but became absolute fucking shit when he was surrounded by 3 jobbers simultaneously his mom, little brother and gf whose jobber radiation shot up leaps and bounds after getting BTFO crippling Gohan until he spent time away from his jobber wife and hundreds of jobber scientists. Champa is an exception because cats are natural jobbers but the GOD status put their base power level above 99.99% of the universe. 17 was mvp because he spent decades around multiple cell Jrs. which made the entire cast Job until gohan got his power boost thus drenching him with ant-job energy that built up for years.Goku was only able to master ultra instinct once the field was cleared of all jobbers and had Freeza who made entire planets job and 17 were there.

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>>3950327
I mean you're free to do so.
The only thing I'm enforcing is the No Awakening rule. That aside you can fight him as seriously as you want.
But spoiler alert: He's by far the biggest threat in the tournament.
Sam will just be the dessert

>>3950385
Say what you want about Krillin and it's 90% true.
But the guy is probably the biggest winner in all of Dragon Ball.
And it's all thanks to his Spirit Bomb sized balls and big heart

>>3950399
Krillin really is the best of us. He's the only one who actually put 2 and 2 together and found a way for Earth to bounce back after the Saiyan Saga, and in general he's just the eternal underdog. Not to mention actually caring enough about his family to provide for them in a traditional sense, he also has a massive "eternal dragon". Though this is non-canon, but generally accepted as fact by most fans.
10/10, too bad he's a Human in Dragon Ball.

>>3950415
All meme science aside I'm excited to see him back on the top of his game with ascended human, we could see so many characters come back to relevance in TOP2 or destroyer tournament 3, Tien will be good again, Roshi could be broken as fuck with ultra instinct and we might get expected fighters like Videl in there as well.

>>3950423
Why wait that long?

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>>3950427
Here, some encouragement

>>3950022
My two cents Is that you really shouldn't have given the spotlight to everybody In an actually rather large tournament that doesn't get derailed by plot or what have you majin buu style. If you'd just skimmed over or thinned out a lot of the other matches and also had less interactions between the matches this wouldn't have become our namek, length-wise.

Don't be afraid to do another tournament at some point later or anything just... yeah.

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What IS up with Tien anyway?

>Bald
>Veins start popping when he really starts "focusing"
>Signature techniques include: Creating a circle jerk on his own, sprouting new arms for "maximum reach" and shooting his load of ki so hard he dies
>Could've put super sexy Launch in a mating press and make fucked up babies with her
>Instead decided to "hang out" with his shota friend in a mountain, jerking off constantly for "power"
>Bigger virgin than Yamcha, who probably got some floozies thanks to his successful baseball career
Not to mention
>Gets a girl that could totally pull off a Hsien-Ko cosplay for him during sex
>Still more interested in training a bunch of fellow bald losers

I-Is Tien, dare I say, a coomer?

A random unimporant question.
What would all the other ayy species and characters think of dwarf fortress
And would their tech even handle the game

>>3952107
For some resion it bricks everything exept human made computers nobody knows why as it really shouldnt.

>>3952162
>For some reason it bricks everything except human made computers nobody knows why as it really shouldn't.
The same thing also happens with any game software that's a derivative of the original Quake Engine, no matter how far removed.
Don't tell me Carmack wasn't crazy or talented enough to program something like that.

>>3952175
Carmack is a well known time traveling space wizard.
Don't question his motives or his methods, for they are too arcane for our feeble minds to understand

>>3952107
>>3952162
Sheep said it best.
It either bricks any system, or if it's self aware makes it cry.
When an Ayy gets their hands on a human PC that doesn't choke and die from the pressure, they can't comprehend it, no matter how advanced they are, not even the gods.

Do not, I repeat, DO! NOT! show it to the mechanical universe gods. EVER!

But everything from the simplest kitchen appliance can run Doom.
Again, nobody knows how

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And if you guys thought planet Plant was fucked...
You don't wanna know what's coming to us. And I don't mean in a quest sense.
We are living on borrowed time here

>>3952305
Everything will play doom even a TI-82 calculator

Just a reminder that it'll be quest day tomorrow!
I have some stuff to take care of but hopefully by the time I start it'll all be done

>>3953830
Damn you Nega-Som! Why must you run the quest on my workdays!

Hope everyone has fun here regardless. And don’t forget to read up on past sessions to remember our move list!

>>3954256
Since I binged most of the archives over the past week, I’m going to try and list the ones I remember. Hopefully this will help everyone try new avenues with our attacks and think of how to approach our fight with Bruce and the others.

>Earthquake Strike
Imparts harmful psionics/Ki to the target. Eric just needs to touch the target to transfer the damaging energy.

>Flash Fist Crush
Learned from Hit. Long-Range punch using Timeskip on physical attacks. Best used on weak points.

>Homing Flash Fist Crush
Time/Space bending shenanigans with the above move. Punch homes in on target, doesn’t seem to stop unless it is blocked or hits something.

>Infinite Flash Fist Crush
See above, but can hit multiple times in a row. Used to injure and enrage Gohan.

>Flowing Water Strike
Eric harnesses a Kamehameha wave, but instead of shooting it, he uses it to wreath himself in Ki, which he then uses to deliver a series of harmful fluid strikes. Inspired by Garou from OPM, very draining to use.

>Kamehameha variant: Spiral
Basically shapes the Kamehameha wave into a spiral shape, making it drill through defenses.

>Time-Lag
Creative use of time warping. Eric can use this to make an attack hit after he performs it, even if his initial attack was blocked. Like lag-switching in online games. Can be used to make an enemy turtle up if they don’t know how it works or make them really fucking paranoid.

>>3954344
Experimental ideas:

1.) Using timestop as a defensive measure. When Hit told us about how he froze Jiren in time, we suggested using something like that on ourselves as a means of boosting defense drastically. Hit didn’t like it since he could theoretically end up trapped due to how his pure progress works, but might be viable for Eric.

2.) Makai zone. Basically using magic and time/space bendy stuff to try and create a zone that behaves similarly to Makai. Basically, the laws of gravity and direction and some forms of causality are always changing. Very disorienting for someone who hasn’t fought in Makai, but Eric is used to all that.

3.) More use of magic to supplement attacks. Eric used magic with Ki to create some kind of gravity/Ki bomb in the Makai saga. Given how magic is fueled by intent and belief, it could be a good way to throw curve balls or vary up our existing arsenal.

>>3954365
Specific ideas on how to beat Bruce:

Mix up our stuff with telekinesis/portals to fuck up Bruce’s attacks or for us to strike at weird angles, liberal use of timeskip/lag to make our attacks difficult to read. Add in magic and space distortion, and we might have attack patterns that overwhelm most attempts to predict and counter.

Portals and TK stuff can be used to trip people up too. If a person is too used to thinking in two dimensional combat with sturdy terrain, it could be used to trip them up pretty good.

>>3954365
Well anon you shouldn't be the only one brainstorming, I'll get In on this too.

Timestop as a defensive measure could work, but the initial idea was using It as a full body barrier. While viable In that respect, what about a partial barrier? After all, some devastating attacks aren't massive beams, but more precision blows. What about using timestop on a single limb to use it to block then completely nullify damage against It, then quickly shut It back off to regain use of the limb and counter?

On a similar topic, what about using a timeskip variant to put our reaction speed into overdrive? It's no ultra-instinct, but If by some combination of timeskip or magic we could put ourselves into a state of slowing the world down mentally. It wouldn't make us faster so much as give us loads of time to correctly gauge how to outmaneuver an opponent In a crucial exchange, possibly clutch against an opponent like Bruce. As a sidenote, It also makes moves like the Flowing Water Strike less risky, since we can double down and make sure the attack Is more likely to connect.

And finally, about Ki-Weapons

If we decide to invest time into that, our weapon of choice should be a cestus/boots combo. As Is, we're a martial artist who relies on our quivering palm psionic strikes and our various ki-strikes and the like. We may as well use a form that complements our established style and give ourselves something that passively allows us to increase the potency of our strikes and increase the range of what we can afford to block and by having significant protection on top of our normal capabilities.

A slight delay might be necessary.
Being stuck in medical is making me want to go postal right about now

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>>3954627
Its alright, patience and all that.

On the other note for all brainstorming anons
Are there plans for tech trades so humanity can into space so they can protect themselves from any space pirates.
United earth space force using imperial star destroyers wen

>>3954651
The second some brainy boys get their hands on Lyn's lego sets

Also, good news!
I'm done pissing into cups and being hooked up to machines like a god damned Tech priest.
So no delays after all

>>3954652
Nice

add to quest bucket list: Make giant show off space dreadnaught to show off

Finally it's time.
As your names are called out and the thunderous applause of the crowd fills the arena, you come face to face with Sigurd, a foe you've been itching to fight since the beginning, even though you didn't even know him before.
And the possibility that he's your ancestor? Well... that definitely puts an interesting spin on things.

You can't help but smile to yourself as you watch him make his way to the ring.
He carefully pulls out his trusty axe and hands it over to the announcer.
"You get a scratch on it you're dead..."
After mentally scarrying the announcer with his glare, Sigurd faces you.
"You... Toss that thing away. I'm not interested in playing games. You'll fight me seriously. Got that?"

You reach up and tug at the Z-sword and draw it from the leather straps holding it to your back.
"This old thing? You sure about that Gramps?"

"Call me that again and I'll shove it up yer arse instead boy.
Now get rid of it!"

>No. I don't think I will
>Suit yourself
>Other?

>>3954692
>Suit yourself

>>3954692
>Suit yourself

>>3954692
>suit yourself

Throw it out of the ring and let people gawk at the crater it leaves

Tossing the sword it is.
>writing

You look at the sword in your hand and give it a thorough look from all angles.
Following that you return your gaze to Sigurd who stands in front of you with his arms crossed.
"So you want me to lose this?"

"That's right...."

"Suit yourself..."
Shrugging, you nonchalantly toss the sword over your head and it gently spins around before landing.

The moment the over-sized sword as much as made contact with the ground it became evident that something was wrong.
To those more "gifted" the time dilation revealed the nitty gritty details and made the realization all the more surreal.
Dirt did not simply get "scattered" by the blade, it violently exploded as the kinetic force of it spread around in a circle.
As the heavy object dug its way deeper, more and more matter was sent into the air, as if a subterranean bomb just detonated.
Soon enough a massive pillar of dust and soil rose up well beyond the top of the stadium itself and tremors shook the ground.

Baffled by this cartoonish logic, the people gazed at this display of insanity with bulging eyeballs and gaping mouths.
Even Sigurd, the normally unflinching badass just looks up with a nervous bead of sweat forming on his temple and his mouth curling into a silly smile.
"Not what you were expecting?"
You ask him in a playful manner, prompting him to tear away his eyes from the geyser of earth.

"It's too late to ask you to pick it back up, isn't it?"

"Yeap."

The viking takes a deep breath and starts squatting. He raises his hand, clenched into a fist and begins beating his chest.
He bumps his chest more and more until he lets out a scream of anger and excitement.
"OOOOOAAAAAAAH!
AWRIGHT! LET'S DO THIS!"
With his confidence returned, his eyes shine with mad excitement.
He's fully aware what he's up against... and loving it.
"Okay Squirt! Try to keep up!"

"I want you to punch me!
Remember what I said? I need to see just how strong you are!
I need to FEEL it!"

Of course you remember. You remember what he said very well.
He can only unleash his energy when he gets struck? Well... you're about to make him surpass his limits.
"Heh...
Okay."

From your standing position you take off and move with such speed that it looks like you just teleported.
Clenching your fist you strike Sigurd hard enough to make him twirl around in the air about thrice before touching the ground.
He coughs and spits out blood before getting back up while wiping his face clean.
"Heh... Not bad. Not bad at all."

He starts doing a little "dance" that looks more like the swaying of a drunk person.
Letting out some rather animalistic grunts to the rhythm of his movements, his growls slowly turn into intelligible words. Almost like the lyrics of a song but lacking any sort of grace or sophistication. Raw... and primal.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3XJ5Rm77wp4

Finally he flexes his arms and he erupts in a flash of crimson k, causing his bubbling and boiling energy to swell up like a balloon above him.
"NICE JOB SPORT! It's been a while since someone could turn me on in one hit!"

"Phrasing!"

"No..."
Returning the favor Sigurd makes his move and his ki starts taking shape as he does so.
It starts to overflow and cover him like a hide and even starts looking like fur. But that's the extent of its change... for now.
Closing the gap he hits you in the gut and makes you reel back a bit.

*cough*
"I thought we were gonna train first!"

"We are...
Feel that sensation... savor it! Embrace it! That is the key to unleashing everything."

"P-Pain?"

"No you idyot!
Just do it and follow my moves."

He starts doing that weird chanting thing again with the swaying.
It should be relatively simple to mimic his movements with your precision.
But on the other hand, what he's describing doesn't sound too complicated. Maybe you can eyeball it.
Or... use some help.

>Follow Sigurds motions
>No more silly dances. Just try finding whatever that is on your own
>Call on your magical friend
>Other?

>>3954748
>Follow Sigurds motions