Alo and the Ball of Death [Passed]

-Byond Key: Jessen21

-In Game Name: Alo

-Discord Name: Jessen#9104

-Race: Saiyan

-rank/tech/item/skill: Death Ball

Roleplay: Knowing that he couldn't slouch in his offensive department, Alo started to pour focus into several blast techniques. One of which was a controlled technique he had heard whispers from another Saiyan. The technique was not the most pleasant to use, so he felt it would only be best used under dire circumstances, but it's power was not to be ignored.

It was a large, power ball technique, which seemed to radiate small, electrical pulses that would, on contact with a foe, shock and slow their movement considerably, allowing someone to attack, or flee if they had no other choice. If it were given an immense amount of power, it would be far more deadly at that depending on the user. It also had devastating implications for buildings and terrain, although it's effective power for burrowing through the ground was far less than any beam or technique he could understand, and so it was better used as an attack used on targets.

With the rebel Saiyan and his team chasing him from here to high water, there was no time to lose. Alo needed to continue building his arsenal of tricks and skills in order to help protect himself, and his friends. He pushed his energy out of himself, focusing it into a power ball at first, and then adding more energy to try and give it a more electric charge. Several times the ball exploded and pelted him with small zaps and painful amounts of energy landing and burning him.

As he started to get a better grip of the power balls, Alo began to try and practice the technique, learn how best to condense the energy in a way that it was not volatile until he released it. It was not easy for the less-hostile Saiyan, as malice wasn't inherit in his heart, which is what the technique really needed to feed off of. Every time he thought he had it, he'd lose control and the ball would either dissipate, or fly out of his control and smack into a wall.

None the less, he could channel his frustrations of failure and slow progress into it to make it small enough, and able to be controlled to the point that he had a sizeable attack, even if it wasn't the most devastating. He imagined however, that if he were really under a crunch, it would be fare more useful, and he'd have far more energy and material to pump into it. This, truly, was a deadly ball.

Still, it wasn't enough, as he had to keep pushing himself harder and harder to try and put enough power into it. He had to stop holding back, his life depended on it. Every time he got closer, he began to think of the rebel and his posse, ready to attack, ready to harm him, ready to kill him if he didn't come with them. That anger and frustration boiled out of him, and he began to push harder, adding even deeper amounts of energy into the ball. He wanted to end it, end his suffering, his pain, his fear... And he was going to do it.
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