WISH Broadcasting Network!| Welcome to My Hero Academia RPG. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. If you are seeking help, come into our Discord! https://discord.gg/CrJPdtj |
| Assalire vs Yori | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Nov 29 2017, 04:45 AM (398 Views) | |
| Reggie | Nov 29 2017, 04:45 AM Post #1 |
![]()
God of Destruction
|
The arena shakes violently, seemingly unwilling to stop. Balancing on the ground is hard. |
![]() |
|
| Kerubin | Dec 5 2017, 03:36 AM Post #2 |
![]()
The Newest Newbie
|
It's been a couple of days since Mercutio brought the One-Thousand Orphans and had announced the blood shed that would be known as a Death Battle between thirty orphans going through their own single elimination bouts. Except as it was stated earlier, Assalire knew that these fights wouldn't end in ring out or knockout. But death was the only option to escape this round; not that the young teenage boy didn't like the alternative. Die so that he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. Who wouldn't want that escape from reality and being with their parents anew up in the heavens just to feel at peace, in serenity and happiness once more for the rest of eternity? Assalire didn't let death be so much as a temptation to him anymore ever since he took on the resolve in order to survive this bloodbath to take on whatever prize there was and use it to locate the Mafia back in France. And silence them, for good. "Well, I guess it's time to get things kicking into high gear." Assalire thought to himself while he attempted to balance himself on this insane arena that just doesn't want to stop shaking at all. Balance would be a key factor in this bout since it's likely that his opponent would not be able balance as well either on this constantly rumbling stage. Though there seemed to be one really weird thing going on here; where in the living hell was his opponent?! "God damn. For once when I decided I want to fight, they're a no show? That's just whack." Assalire thought to himself as his anxiety began to take over because he simply did not want to process many things going on at the same time and would prefer to just act out of a whim and instinct. If it was a desperate need to process a specific plan through to the end, then the young boy would do so. Until then, Assalire wanted nothing to do with critical thinking for the meantime. In case of anything, Assalire maintained a neutral fighting stance akin to that of boxing and kickboxing, but knew that he knew little to nothing about each of those fighting styles as he grew up somewhat close to of a scraper. Summary/Limit Pool
|
![]() |
|
| Taka | Dec 6 2017, 09:06 AM Post #3 |
![]()
|
“Told you we’d be late!” A new voice bellowed from one edge of the fighting grounds. Out stepped Yori from one of the many entrances of the place,s tumbling as he walked onto the arena. “Hey, hey, I’m going I’m going...sheesh…” The white haired by muttered quite loudly to whomever was behind him at the time, an unknown being shoving him onto the stage. With both feet now planted onto ground, he once again shook, nearly stumbling. Yori’s eyes slipped towards the floors, examining them curiously. “Kinda shaky here too!” he exclaimed to himself, speaking as if he was the only one in the entire area. Soon enough, he paced forward, making his way towards the center of the fighting ring and his opponent. A strange smile stuck to his face, one he couldn’t even describe. He was excited, nervous, anxious, pretty much everything. Alot of emotions were with Yori at the time, it wasn’t everyday you get forced to battle for your life and dignity. This crimson fellow being the cause of this, he wasn’t sure if he was grateful for the chance to prove himself here or be angry for endangering him and his partner. Though, deep down inside despite all the things that had happened in the past couple of days, he couldn’t help but feel this new type of excitement. It was the kind that could keep someone up for days, the kind that made it seem the impossible was just the opposite. He didn’t have much of a choice or warning here, but it could be worse. The teenager always tried to look for the positives. After a bit of wobbling, Yori finally made it to his starting position, opposite of his opponent. From there, he stopped for a moment, performing a few stretches with his arms and legs, quite casual for a potential fight to the death. “Bet ya thought I wouldn’t show.” He laughed, his voice almost playful. “Sorry about that, didn’t mean to get your hopes up! I had to finish something up before i came, but now that it’s all taking care of, would you mind doing the honors?” Yori finished, preparing himself for combat after the warm-up. This was a fight to the death, he wanted to win happy or die happy. Summary
|
![]() |
|
| Kerubin | Dec 6 2017, 08:42 PM Post #4 |
![]()
The Newest Newbie
|
The boy whom Assalire was supposed to take his bout against had finally arrived at the fighting stage and he smirked for just a split second before he would put on his emotionless face in this fight to the potential death of himself or his opponent. The fighting stage between the two individuals would nay show signs of its rumbling ceasing anytime soon, so it was very likely that both combatants would be forced to not only stand their ground as valiantly while defending from each other's attacks; they would also have to balance themselves as they move around and make their intricate assaults in the form of attacks. "Enough words, we only fight from here on out." Assalire remarked to his opponent with a fairly neutral tone that might have given off the feeling of a cold nature to the boy who simply wished to enjoy this brief company for however long this fight will last. The teenage boy surely was feeling a plethora of emotions welling up inside his heart. Fear, anger, happiness? They all seemed to play a role in how Assalire would choose to fight; as such, the distance between the two fighters seemed to be approximately ten meters apart. It seemed like a good idea to throw the first punch and grab the upper hand through his range due to his extension super stretch training, however, the boy had no clue of what his opponent's quirk and physical conditioning. To be as rash as that would be beyond moronic, even for Assalire who enjoyed going out on a whim and instinct in order to overwhelm his opponent. Oh how this adolescent despised dealing with strategical thinking, but it was oh-so necessary at this very moment at least for the opening act of this bout to their deaths respectively. "Now. What kind of actions will this boy take?" Assalire thought to himself as he steeled his body to be ready for any and all incoming actions from the ten meter distance with his insane reaching prowess. "Simply allow me to ask one thing before we actually commence combat; what is your name? I am Assalire Tempête and means Storming Tempest utilizing both French and Italian languages." It was crucial for Assalire to ask for his adversary's name for one simple reason. Honor. For what other reason would there to be asking the boy's name? None. Assalire wished to know his name because in either his finals moments or the opponent's death bed, he would like to honor the boy for a valiant fight to the bitter end. Until then, there would only be fighting and bloodshed until there is a proclaimed victor. Summary/Limit Pool
|
![]() |
|
| Kerubin | Dec 7 2017, 10:37 PM Post #5 |
![]()
The Newest Newbie
|
It's been 24 Hours since last Reply Assalire didn't seem to obtain any sort of response from the boy whom he would be fighting against and it actually saddened the man just a little bit. Why? Because a first name basis would have made these next couple of minutes if not shorter seem less cold blooded than it should have been. Mercutio may have given thirty of these Orphans the option to survive through battling to the death in a serious of tournament-like bouts, but it didn't seem right. To fight people they've never met before until they pulled up on the island and to be told this. The feeling must have been mutual between everyone who took this decision; a resolve to survive and live their lives that may have a purpose to target Mercutio specifically. That's not fair! "Those will stand against me to inquire who really fucked up my life... There will be no mercy!" Assalire said with a voice resembling that of anger and vengeance. Steeling his resolve to now fight and take this to a more close quarters based combat, the boy moved in just about another two meters to shorten the gap into approximately an eight meter distance. The reason for this was to begin lashing out with a ferocious blow that if the opponent chose not to dodge, would take a considerable amount of damage right around the liver area. "If you aren't willing to fight and live! Then just die you punk!" Assalire was definitely pissed off that his opponent wouldn't respond let alone even make a single muscle movement to fight back. Did the kid really want to die by somebody else's hands? The teenage boy honestly hadn't a clue and wouldn't think twice about an opportunity such as this to score a direct blow towards that kid and put him or of his misery! "I choose to live! To avenge my family!" Summary/Limit Pool
Edited by Kerubin, Dec 7 2017, 10:42 PM.
|
![]() |
|
| Taka | Dec 8 2017, 12:10 AM Post #6 |
![]()
|
"Ohh hehe...my bad!" Yori responded rather slow-fully, playfully scratching the back of his head as he responded. A small smile stretched across his face while responding, he felt a bit bad for zoning out on him. "Sorry, just the way you talk...it really make's me sleepy." He jabbered back jokingly, yet, he was serious. They boy's look and style definitely didn't match well with his speech, but who was he to judge here. Throughout his life he had met many other people and children, so this kid's unique way wasn't so weird to him. Though, he couldn't lie, he did seem a bit too serious and dull. "Woah..." Yori awed aloud, watching the boy ahead of him launch his first attack after not responding quick enough. "Stretchy huh? That's a pretty cool quirk!" He said aloud, doing his best to balance his two planted feet on the ground as the earth below him shook. "Unlike you yourself though..." He whispered rather quietly, already knowing what he'd plan to do next. While usually Yori would be able to avoid this kinda thing thanks to their range, the shaking ground below the boys really did cause a bit of trouble, keeping his feet unbalanced for an easy escape. With dodging out of the question, it looked as if he'd have to take the hit or maybe block to avoid some major damage. Or so it seemed. Carefully, the orphans bright blue eyes watched as the fist neared, not losing sight of it's distance or direction. Just as the attack was supposed to hit against his stomach, he reacted. Or rather, Zetsu did. Suddenly, a black fist appeared from a small, smoldering dark portal on Yori's stomach, right where the fist planned to strike. The dark palm reached forward, hoping to clasp ahold of the jab just before it struck him. He made sure top wait for the last second do to so, hoping to leave his opponent surprised and further increase his chances of landing the counter attack. Once the blacked fist escaped from the white haired boy, the rest of his body soon followed, reveling a human like, shadow body and head. I's body type represtned a basic male humanoid, but possed no feet as the other half of him remained attached to Yori. A pair of bright, yellow eye-like holes narrowed across the head of black body, as if the thing was angry. With the fist out now and if the counter-attack were to land, Zetsu would latch onto tightly, hoping to squeeze the fist and possibly break a few fingers or two. Neither the Zetsu nor Yori spoke, fuffling their opponents wishes for just this mere moment. Summary, Tech, LP
Edited by Taka, Dec 8 2017, 12:13 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| Kerubin | Dec 9 2017, 07:26 AM Post #7 |
![]()
The Newest Newbie
|
Yeah, this kid definitely was taking things very lightly when he had replied somewhat slowly after Assalire made his remarks in the beginning. It didn't surprise the brash boy to be honest at this point. It was highly likely that his opponent simply wished to enjoy his time here, whether he die or survive at this moment and that was fully understandable. Perhaps the boy simply had the wrong impression within these opening seconds and that could be completely an error of judgment on Assalire's part at this point and he had no problems accepting that fact. The boy then smiled and then let out an irritated grunt after his opponent essentially just released a subtle roast, or it could have been a very direct one as well since the way he speaks pretty much bores him to oblivion. "You definitely seem to have a smart mouth... asshole." the boy whispered to himself while his fist went stretching out to his opponent with a fairly decent amount of speed for such a distance, however things seemed to change rather quickly despite him getting good ground. The ground caused Assalire to actually lose his balance and fall over forward onto the ground. In turn the fist that was going towards the liver had changed its course drastically to now aiming at the head of his opponent! Definitely not what Assalire had wished would happen, but this did somehow work out in his favor just a little bit since this terrain was very unstable for both fighters to actually stand their ground on. Truthfully, Assalire and his opponent respectively would have to decide on what to do. Choose to either balance and lack power in their blows, or launch as much power as possible but lose their balance in the process; this is what Assalire had initially thought would be the case. However! Assalire definitely wasn't imagining things at all as just before the fist had lost its course and changed to target the face and head, a shadow erupted from within the boy and had made an attempt to actually catch the fist intended for the liver. "Well then. That's gonna put a dent in my plans..." The teenage boy thought to himself as there was a very crude realization of the scenario, and he would rather not think it aloud or spit it out by accident out of sheer disbelief. He would remain quiet for as long as his will would allow him to do so until he eventually breaks out a roar later on. "Heh. Interesting. Looks like this will be fun." Assalire whispered to himself as the fist would remain on its newfound course to target the head. Still, the boy would rather not take any unnecessary risks as he would stand himself back up on his two feet with some difficulty and continue the attack. Summary/Limit Pool
|
![]() |
|
| Taka | Dec 9 2017, 08:59 AM Post #8 |
![]()
|
Standing still, doing his best to balance on the shaking earth, Yori eyed his stretchy opponent from the several meter distance between them. He squinted a bit, maybe hoping to make out the words he was muttering to himself, but had no luck. “Maybe he’s crazy, I don’t know for sure.” he spoke bluntly, actually speaking to Zetsu who was now emerging from his stomach. Zetsu hadn’t replied, as he urged forward like commanded. Hoping to catch this first attack heading towards his host, Zetsu continued to reach forward hoping to grasp ahold of the flexible fist. Unfortunately, things weren’t going to plan, Yori catching a glimpse of Assalire ahead of him beginning to tumble. He watched as the elongated arm waved around, changing its course as his body started, almost like a domino effect or wave. Fortunately for the two, this maneuver was involuntary, but did essentially avoid Zetsu first attempt at a grab. “No good…” Yori muttered, bringing his arms up along with his hands. The falling fist was aiming for his head, and he needed to act quick. Carefully, the white haired boy lapsed and locked his hands ahead of him, letting the fist come into contact with his palm to avoid any true damage from his skull. Luckily, the new fist coming his way wasn’t as stable like before, allowing him to essentially block the attack, but not without facing consequences. A painful ring entered his palms, the two stopping most of the impact from harming his head. He body skidded back a bit, but managed to remain standing. Despite the slight pain his palms, Yori felt he did the right thing. Though, he couldn’t let this kinda thing go without utilizing his opportunity. With the boy on the ground as the fist struck, he knew he had to act fast and couldn’t waste time. “Now!” The boy yelled, the black being hanging from his body shifting swiftly from his spot. While of course the fist had missed, this left the rest of the boys arm right in Zetsu reach. With little to know distance from the arm, Zetsu’s own hands continued their forward journey, hoping to catch ahold of the boys arm as the fist made it’s target and while the long named boy remained on the ground. If dark shadow was able to catch ahold of the arm, he’d grip tightly while twisting his darkened wrist, hoping to snap the arm and get it out of commission. The two really wanted to utilize this moment, with Assalire on the ground he’d knew it’d be difficult to move, let alone even see the two from the ground view. While Zetsu gripped toward the boys arm, the hands Yori used to block the fist would clench down, also trying to grab a limb like Zetsu, but this being his stretched out fist. Doing so, the ground continued to dance, so keeping his balance was vital but very much possible here. Thankfully their shaking affected his feet and legs more than his upper body, allowing Zetsu to face next to no backlash from the quakes. Zetsu finally spoke up, his voice very demonic and eerie much unlike Yori’s. As he spoke, Yori mimicked, speaking in unison to add make the affect even greater. “Let the fun begin” “Let the fun begin” Summary/LP
Edited by Taka, Dec 9 2017, 09:01 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| Kerubin | Dec 10 2017, 07:52 AM Post #9 |
![]()
The Newest Newbie
|
The constant shaking of the ground eventually overwhelmed Assalire's hearing to the point of being unable to hear anything his opponent would be saying. At the very least until they were both in close quarters combat range. Even then, there was not a guarantee that the rash teenage boy would be able to actually gain the upper hand just by entering that type of proximity and this troubled him greatly. "Man, this is just going to be one pain in the ass after another." The boy thought with a troubled tone, however, not all was lost. If there was a way to make this arena and his abilities work for his own gain during this bout, then there just may be a chance after all! "I don't fully know what you're capable of, but neither do I know my full potential. I am just but a hatching in this bout, and I must survive to avenge my family!" Behold! The miracle of Assalire's fist actually connecting with its target. Well... almost! The opponent had managed to block that blow with his bare palm, but it was clear that it had a decent effect by skidding back just a couple of inches more than likely. "Okay! Progress!" The fist was so far out that retracting it would definitely take just a little longer than normal from it's preceding range back before he had moved to Africa. Eight meters was still not that extent of his reach and Assalire definitely desired to showcase the true distance, but only when the time was needed for it; that Dark Shadow of his had attempted to resume its course in catching the fist and had actually succeeded in doing so! Assalire however, had already gotten back on his feet by then and this definitely appears to be quite the pickle our boy Assalire has gotten himself into. The twist definitely couldn't be felt as much as his opponent would have hoped as the boy's body was naturally made out of complete rubber and instead almost felt that Assalire would be spinning his... arm! Rubber maintains amazing elasticity under most if not all circumstances, and so this would be a golden opportunity for the stretchy boy. He let himself jump off of the rumbling ground and used his naturally bouncy body structure to gain a little more height in his own hop. What followed seemed to be an interesting application of science; mind the fact that this boy has no high levels of knowledge. Simply that this was a lucky attempt at being creative! Due to Assalire being made of Rubber and his body having a very elastic structure and being bouncy, the twisting that would have been just on the arm had he remained afoot now spread out and eventually got him spinning in the air. Was this a smart tactic? Probably not in all hindsight! However, this was definitely one of Assalire's key strengths when it came to combat. His ingenuity! As the retracting arm essentially forced Assalire to come to his opponent, he took an opportunity to attempt to take his opponent by surprise while taking this sporadic approach. While approaching, Assalire made only a few simple moves to launch what could be a counter-attack against the boy and his Shadow. First, he would attempt to make a fake with his open left hand letting it merely feign a stretch towards the face but retract immediately back after a brief half a meter; this in turn should cause the opponent to be slightly confused and cause a second longer in his delayed reaction timing. With that extra short bit of time, Assalire uses his left leg to launch a fatal sweep right on the boy's knee. Should the Gomu Gomu no Whip connect with the intended target, then by law of physics one of two things should definitely happen:
Summary/Limit Pool
Edited by Kerubin, Dec 10 2017, 08:05 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| Reggie | Dec 13 2017, 08:52 PM Post #10 |
![]()
God of Destruction
|
Assalire realizes they were fighting no one other than themselves the whole time, victor. |
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
![]() ZetaBoards gives you all the tools to create a successful discussion community. Learn More · Sign-up Now |
|
| « Previous Topic · Alana · Next Topic » |








9:39 AM Jul 11




