Rolled 5, 2, 19 = 26 (3d20)
>>6192562Melonade stand took off. They keep giving Maple 10% net profits. She didn't even ask for such a thing.
>>6192411https://youtu.be/KfM4ECT4NB0?si=TSq8-KWCu0JRRkVl“Piccolo, think you can keep him occupied picking on someone his own size? Perhaps show him some of that red of your own?” you ask him.
With a smirk, he nods and replies, “I think I’ll do just that. RAAAH!” He grows in size until he’s about the same kaiju-like height as Azilarin, taking a grappling stance.
“HAH! You think you can match my power like that, Namekian?! I’d like to see you try!” Energy builds up around one of its hands, and bubbling, boiling water forms around it.
But before he can strike Piccolo, the Namekian smirks, then declares, “KAIO-KEN! TIMES TEN!”
“Kaio-what?” the demon breathes out in surprise. It gets knocked in the jaw for that, stumbling back.
“Little! Help here!” Percel calls out, still trying to hold back the tidal wave with telekinesis. It… actually seems to GROW in intensity, as if the bloody wave is enraged at being held back.
“Buu! With me!” Buula asks of the Majin, the two of them flying over and working together to reinforce the telekinetic barrier right as Percel starts to lose strength.
“Hey big guy, over here!” you call out, starting to dash around Alizarin, leaving numerous afterimages with a sneaky surprise inside ‘em!.
“HRRAAAAAHHH!” Bra charges in from above, ready to stab down into the demon’s stalked orb structure near the horn.
“Damn WORMS!” It swats its arms at you, but instead of hitting one of the afterimages, it has one of the afterimages TELEPORT in front of you, with you crashing into it, knocked back by the explosion as you end up pecked by the ethereal chicken you hid inside it. Next a portal opens up above its head, and instead of stabbing down into the stalk, Bra ends up landing in the bloody sea! No!
Alizarin is about to laugh in triumph, but Piccolo’s fist smashes into its face, the blazing aura of the Kaio-ken surrounding him still, next kneeing the giant beast in the gut, finally delivering a spin-kick that sends it into your dashing afterimages, the ethereal chickens hidden inside popping out and swarming him, even merging into one massive one that delivers several annoying pecks, letting Piccolo get several more hits in.
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