Post by Ayumu Hope on Apr 14, 2019 10:08:46 GMT
With both balls in his possession, Ayumu knew that everything was slowlyb becoming a bigger risk, his life becoming more and more dangerous as he saw a few figures that were spending their time stalking him, the radar that he had been carrying in his pocket slowly reacting as he could feel the weight from his socks and clothing, knowing that they would hold himself back, he needed them to stay decent and to keep the balls from falling out as he could feel the small sack shuffling in his pocket.
A soft breath was all it took as he entered an alley, the busy streets becoming less busy as the number of stalkers started to increase, Ayumu gritting his teeth as he saw the weapons that some had been carrying untill he stopped in a rather small street.
Men on either side of the alley would draw a small collection of weapons from their pockets as Ayumu was nearly blinded and deafened by the sounds of the weapons.
Iron bullets, lead balls and beams that shot towards him and collided in mid air, Some stray shots hitting the men on either sides as he would look at the Radar he had been carrying, a soft look of worry on his face as he couldn't help but realize that everything was going to hell just because he had to find the balls to help some people.
"Why in the seven divine balls of kami his green underside are they this intent into going for the balls?!" As he saw a man with a jetpack and another with ki manipulation fly up into the air to get towards him, the building that Ayumu had landed his feet on soon leaving itself as he ascended to the sky, weapons starting to aim upwards and unleash another hail of fire as he had to make certain that he could get himself out of this scenario instantly.
His eyes darting around for where the person was that his radar locked on to, the martial artist that had gotten close would fire a blast from his palm, Ayumu turning around as he could feel the heat approuching as he thrust his palm forwards with sweat already forming on his forehead, unable to understand how people could accept battles for these strange balls, he would kick of the air with his ability to solidify the ground as the martial artist in return flew backwards a little, the jetpack guy giving a nice shoulder tackle as windows shattered beneath Ayumu his weight upon contact, rolling onto empty offices that he had been pushed into as glass stuck into his shoulder, his eyes would close lightly, pain becoming overwhelming before pushing of the ground.
"This fucking hurts, it fucking hurts like all hell! What the hell is going on?!" He would proclaim before the guy with the jetpack pulled a small handgun from his own side, his other weapons having slammed against the wall outside as he would raise the barrel and aim it towards Ayumu his head.
A swift dodge was all the time Ayumu needed to force the man to readjust his aim as he dashed forwards, striking the man in the torso before his hand turned into a palm, using the zero distance to use his energy more powerfully. "Three shots left." He would think to himself.
Energy isn't infinite and this is something that Ayumu knew all too certain, his hand stinging upon the impact with the man his torso as he could feel the pulse starting to weaken before a bright light almost took out the entire floor that he was on, his body having shielded the unconscious man as he slammed into the wall opposite of the shattered window.
Flames starting to form as he saw the radar in his pocket beeping more fiercely as his set of balls rolled on the ground, the man who had been collecting them too, or atleast who he assumed had been collecting them stood before him.
His eyes turning into thin slits as he tried to pay attention to any details before then dashing forwards, grasping one of his own balls as he saw the two stars that signified it. "No time to think, No time to think!" Ayumu would proclaim to himself as he saw the man raise his hand as a flurry of beams made their way over to him, his body sliding over glass as his momentum started to die down, pain becoming apparant as a smear of red was visible behind himself before kicking his hand upwards to misdirect the beams, having gotten much, much closer.
"Too bad." The figure spoke, dropping the ball temporarily as he aimed downwards, Ayumu slipping his hand into the pocket of the man as he knew one thing for certain.
A smile appearing on his own face as he knew that he couldn't just win this battle as a sane man, he had to be crazier, he had to put more energy forwards, he had to rage it all outwards.
Like a burning typhoon in this burning building, Ayumu would use all of his energy, every single ounce of Ki as he struck towards the man his pocket where he held the seven star ball now.
A new technique, one that he had never felt before blasting its way out of his palm as the man would give a look of shock, noticing that he couldn't grasp the ball that he had dropped... Ayumu would feel himself be struck down into the ground.
Seven floors of collapsing down through the ground as the beam burned into his torso before he painfully raised his fists still holding the balls as he pushed the beam away with the knuckles of his fists.
The energy searing more and more untill he proclaimed loudly in agonising pain... Ayumu wasn't prepared for such a brutal fight, but with him almost falling to the ground floor he tried to snatch the sphere, unable to keep a good look on if he managed to actually grab the new ball... He knew that there was something else out there that was collecting them too now.
But he would know later, his body remembering this upgraded variant of his palm, one that recently already found itself to be grown much more powerfull seething with energy now... Yet that wasn't the case anymore.
He had to flee, into alleys and from the groups that were attacking him with atleast his own two dragonballs.
Praying to god that he had obtained a third one, even if it made him enemies.
32276 PL
Heavy weights [ON]
Transformation [ON]
Dragonball Search [ON]
Human Zenni Bonus [ON]
Tech Learning [ON] CT3 Palm strike!
A soft breath was all it took as he entered an alley, the busy streets becoming less busy as the number of stalkers started to increase, Ayumu gritting his teeth as he saw the weapons that some had been carrying untill he stopped in a rather small street.
Men on either side of the alley would draw a small collection of weapons from their pockets as Ayumu was nearly blinded and deafened by the sounds of the weapons.
Iron bullets, lead balls and beams that shot towards him and collided in mid air, Some stray shots hitting the men on either sides as he would look at the Radar he had been carrying, a soft look of worry on his face as he couldn't help but realize that everything was going to hell just because he had to find the balls to help some people.
"Why in the seven divine balls of kami his green underside are they this intent into going for the balls?!" As he saw a man with a jetpack and another with ki manipulation fly up into the air to get towards him, the building that Ayumu had landed his feet on soon leaving itself as he ascended to the sky, weapons starting to aim upwards and unleash another hail of fire as he had to make certain that he could get himself out of this scenario instantly.
His eyes darting around for where the person was that his radar locked on to, the martial artist that had gotten close would fire a blast from his palm, Ayumu turning around as he could feel the heat approuching as he thrust his palm forwards with sweat already forming on his forehead, unable to understand how people could accept battles for these strange balls, he would kick of the air with his ability to solidify the ground as the martial artist in return flew backwards a little, the jetpack guy giving a nice shoulder tackle as windows shattered beneath Ayumu his weight upon contact, rolling onto empty offices that he had been pushed into as glass stuck into his shoulder, his eyes would close lightly, pain becoming overwhelming before pushing of the ground.
"This fucking hurts, it fucking hurts like all hell! What the hell is going on?!" He would proclaim before the guy with the jetpack pulled a small handgun from his own side, his other weapons having slammed against the wall outside as he would raise the barrel and aim it towards Ayumu his head.
A swift dodge was all the time Ayumu needed to force the man to readjust his aim as he dashed forwards, striking the man in the torso before his hand turned into a palm, using the zero distance to use his energy more powerfully. "Three shots left." He would think to himself.
Energy isn't infinite and this is something that Ayumu knew all too certain, his hand stinging upon the impact with the man his torso as he could feel the pulse starting to weaken before a bright light almost took out the entire floor that he was on, his body having shielded the unconscious man as he slammed into the wall opposite of the shattered window.
Flames starting to form as he saw the radar in his pocket beeping more fiercely as his set of balls rolled on the ground, the man who had been collecting them too, or atleast who he assumed had been collecting them stood before him.
His eyes turning into thin slits as he tried to pay attention to any details before then dashing forwards, grasping one of his own balls as he saw the two stars that signified it. "No time to think, No time to think!" Ayumu would proclaim to himself as he saw the man raise his hand as a flurry of beams made their way over to him, his body sliding over glass as his momentum started to die down, pain becoming apparant as a smear of red was visible behind himself before kicking his hand upwards to misdirect the beams, having gotten much, much closer.
"Too bad." The figure spoke, dropping the ball temporarily as he aimed downwards, Ayumu slipping his hand into the pocket of the man as he knew one thing for certain.
A smile appearing on his own face as he knew that he couldn't just win this battle as a sane man, he had to be crazier, he had to put more energy forwards, he had to rage it all outwards.
Like a burning typhoon in this burning building, Ayumu would use all of his energy, every single ounce of Ki as he struck towards the man his pocket where he held the seven star ball now.
A new technique, one that he had never felt before blasting its way out of his palm as the man would give a look of shock, noticing that he couldn't grasp the ball that he had dropped... Ayumu would feel himself be struck down into the ground.
Seven floors of collapsing down through the ground as the beam burned into his torso before he painfully raised his fists still holding the balls as he pushed the beam away with the knuckles of his fists.
The energy searing more and more untill he proclaimed loudly in agonising pain... Ayumu wasn't prepared for such a brutal fight, but with him almost falling to the ground floor he tried to snatch the sphere, unable to keep a good look on if he managed to actually grab the new ball... He knew that there was something else out there that was collecting them too now.
But he would know later, his body remembering this upgraded variant of his palm, one that recently already found itself to be grown much more powerfull seething with energy now... Yet that wasn't the case anymore.
He had to flee, into alleys and from the groups that were attacking him with atleast his own two dragonballs.
Praying to god that he had obtained a third one, even if it made him enemies.
32276 PL
Heavy weights [ON]
Transformation [ON]
Dragonball Search [ON]
Human Zenni Bonus [ON]
Tech Learning [ON] CT3 Palm strike!
