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Post by Carva on Jun 5, 2016 22:26:44 GMT
Thread PL: 12,223 | Gravity Set To: X20
He inhaled a deep breath, releasing it as he set the control to times twent times the gravity of Vegeta. He cracked his neck and stood there for a moment as the gravity generator hummed to life, bouncing back and forth on his tiptoes. He rolled his neck as he felt the gravity pushing down on his chiseled frame, his muscles not quite used to the increased gravity quite yet. He was either crazy or desperate for power, or both but he'd decided that he WOULD become more powerful. He would surpass even the elites.
Carva started with a simple aerobic training regimen, whipping his body around with his leg extended for a roundhouse. He found it difficult to outright float into the air, but he didn't give up. He pushed himself forward, body flipping up so his hair fell downward as he walked on his hands for a few seconds, pressing his body downward, then pushing up.
Training to be the best was generally a hard thing to do. Your body had to be in top physical condition in order to even keep up with it's own energy output. Carva knew this and was constantly pushing his power to it's limits, grunting in frustration as sweat pooled on the floor below him.
His muscles burned as he did those difficult handstand push ups, his body slowly becoming accustomed to the increased weight. At six foot six inches tall and weighing three hundred and twenty six pounds, he felt like he weighed a ton and a half. It must have been a wonder that he could even support his own weight, his skeleton strong from years of calcium intake.
His training sessions were always intense, always pushing his limits just like his Saiyan mother had taught him. The monstrous Saiyan kicked his legs backwards and landed on his feet, aura flaring as he punched the air swiftly, shucking and jiving as he did.
WHOOSH!!!
Before he knew it, the metallic door of the chamber opened. His eyes darted toward the door, his eyes a bright hazel color and now filled with frustration. "Who is the idiot who opens a damned gravity chamber when it is in use?!"
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Post by Shemha on Jun 7, 2016 16:21:22 GMT
Strength was everything in this Universe and especially on planet Vegeta. Shemha knew she was stronger than when she had arrived, but in the grand scheme of things she was laughably weak. For that reason she had entered the gravity chamber for the first time. The experience itself was incredible. She never shied away from hard work and the strain the enhanced gravity put on her body was in its own way, exhilarating. This machine, which actually belonged to the Queen, would be the key to her enhancement. Before long she planned to give Jala a run for her money, the Captain would be in for a surprise.
Sadly, Shemha was new to such devices and oblivious to the small blinking light that indicated the chamber was already in use. When the door hissed open and revealed Carva, the Majin’s face would have gone pale if such a thing was possible. Immediately she began to apologize.
”Forgive me, Carva. I did not realize the chamber was in use.” Despite her desire to train and fight, she had not forgotten how to treat others with respect. Her words were ones of honest apology, Shemha even bowed her head as she spoke. Already she had begun to back away, embarrassed that she so rudely interrupted his training session.
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Post by Carva on Jun 7, 2016 16:46:08 GMT
An annoyed Carva looked at ShemHa as the red woman stepped into his training grounds. Had she actually been able to sense his power, she'd have noticed a considerable jump from the first time the two had met. Because power was everything in the universe to a warrior who was always ridiculed for not being a pure blood, Carva had everything to prove. He remembered her, and his polite nature returned for a moment. Perhaps she hadn't seen the sign saying "occupied", and his mother HAD taught him to respect women by her own example of being a lady in the streets and hell on the battlefield. He hrmf'ed and chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. "I suppose everyone makes mistakes, yes Shemha? I'll forgive you this time."Seeing her head bowed, his lips turned into an annoyed scowl. "Don't just stand there looking like a Kabochan Space Ostrich. Warriors do NOT hide theit face in the sand, woman!"
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Post by Shemha on Jun 7, 2016 20:00:14 GMT
Her signature small smile took shape as he openly forgave her for the intrusion. During their first meeting he had been polite to her as well; the males brutish size a stark contrast to his respect of females. Well…she had thought. Shemha always tried to respectful to all, but she was far from a doormat. It was true those she considered her superiors could likely get away with much in how they addressed her, but Carva was not one of them. While she held respect for him, she would not calmly take such a tone.
”I merely meant to apologize for my intrusion, I am new to these chambers, but I never hide my head in the sand Carva. There is a different between being polite and being a coward.” As she spoke her head lifted, her dark eyes fixed on him. The dark pools held no look of subservience for that had not been the purpose of her words. Whether he had meant to offend her or draw some reaction, she could not tell. Guessing he wished for the second, she continued.
”Do you often train alone?” Still outside the door, she remained where she was. Perhaps there was an opportunity here. If both of them wished to train there was no better way than against a live opponent. Pushups and shadowboxing could only get you so far.
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Post by Carva on Jun 7, 2016 22:21:37 GMT
Carva was still as respectful as ever, but he was just a bit agitated. He'd been training for weeks, but though he'd acquired a substantial increase in power he felt as if he'd gotten nowhere. He turned from her for a moment, folding his arms across his chest while the corner of his mouth turned upward slightly. "I apologize, Shemha. Just trying to get a reaction out of you." The bull of a man huffed out of his nose with an audible sigh. "Have you ever felt like you weren't getting anywhere fast? I know I'm doing well, but instinct tells me, I can do better!"He clenched his fists before himself, baring his teeth as he stared down at them. The man had been on a quest for power since he was five, and so enamored with being the best he was, he'd not had time for friends let alone training partners. He arched a brow at her question. "Well, yes...why do you ask?"
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Post by Shemha on Jun 8, 2016 0:35:05 GMT
Perhaps the two of them were more alike than she realized. His words hit the nail on the head from her perspective as well. She trained and trained, yet others seemed so far ahead of her. If she trained and they trained, how was she ever suppose to catch up with them? Without real power, she could not serve those she wished to serve. When it came down to it, the answer was simple, work even harder. His initial words aside, Shemha perked up a little. A small smirk even formed on her face as she entered the gravity chamber.
”I ask because I feel like I am getting nowhere. So often I find myself alone and working my hardest to increase my power, but realize I have quite a way to go. Perhaps the both of us should take advantage of our equal desire to grown stronger. What do you say?” For an instant her eyes narrowed with a competitive edge. She was not Saiyan, nor as headstrong as Carva, but she had a fire within her just the same. A challenge got her blood burning and the harder she was tested, the more she pushed herself. Carva was likely the same.
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Post by Carva on Jun 8, 2016 0:42:53 GMT
Her words were words that would strike close to the warrior's heart of Carva. He'd no idea that anyone, especially a non-Saiyan could have a desire for power like his own. He folded his arms across his broad chest and matched the woman'a smirk. He needed to think for a moment...she hadn't ridiculed his bloodline. She was very respectful. He dropped his arms to his side and advanced toward her, dwarfing the red woman. "If indeed you wish to train with me, then by all means let's do so. I've got a mission in life and admittedly, a bit of help wouldn't be so bad." He raised a finger, and then issued a fair warning toward the woman. "But know that I will not hold back, Shemha. I intend the same thing as you and that is to become stronger, and holding back will do neither of us any good."
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Post by Shemha on Jun 8, 2016 1:13:05 GMT
It appeared they saw eye to eye on this. The hulking Saiyan even dropped his arms from his chest to take a far less aggressive stance. Part of her understood that that aggressiveness was part of their nature, their culture and defined the Saiyans as the warrior race they were. That lifestyle had started to influence her and the desire she had for strength. The basis of her need for more power was to serve Queen Zucceta and Commander Habana, yet deep down there was a part of her that also wanted it. With what one could obtain in this life through power alone, who wouldn’t want more of it?
”Then we can help each other, an arrangement of mutual benefit.” As for his warning, the finger and his words brought a large grin to the slender female’s features. ”I would never be as disrespectful as to hold back against a proud warrior such as you. Besides, I plan to win.” With those words she danced away from him, putting a small gap between them. The simply motion had her breathing a bit heavy, but she focused as she adjusted to the intense gravity. That was going to make things more challenging.
”I noticed you’ve grown stronger since our last meeting. Show me what you go.”
PL = 7,079, heavy weights on.
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Post by Carva on Jun 8, 2016 2:15:10 GMT
Carva was full of confidence, no matter who the opponent. The warrior's spirit of a Saiyan burned deep within the heart of the hulking Saiyan, and he took the less aggressive stance because he was fearless. The aggression? It burned deep within him still, but he was smart. He knew how to control that rage, to turn it to his advantage. Shemha would come to know this as well.
"Show me what you've got."
The last time a woman had said that to him, she regretted it the morning after. The last time a male had said it, he did not live to regret his foolish words. But the Majin was respectful enough, so indeed he would fight her seriously but without the intent to kill her.
"Very well then. Let us fight as warriors, but I intend to win. So just get that thought out of your head, eh Shemha?" He chuckled, half teasingly half serious. He drew his fists to his sides and drew on the vortex of energy within him. Closing his eyes, he visualized that swirling vortex of power, then pictured it exploding. Outwardly, a bright orange aura would blaze around the mighty Saiyan warrior, and Shemha would feel his power skyrocket!
He then dropped into a stance and darted forward, dropping and spinning on his pivot leg with his other leg aimed to sweep her feet out from under her.
Kp: 3/3
Attempting a legsweep, no special attacks yet.
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Post by Shemha on Jun 8, 2016 3:24:38 GMT
A soft, almost girlish chuckle came from the Majin. That was the only response he was going to get, his words heard, but she clearly thought differently. Carva was a formidable opponent, there was no doubt. Even so Shemha was confident in her own abilities give the Saiyan a run for his money. With her body adjusted to the enhanced gravity and the weights that were strapped to her wrists, she shifted into a slight stance. Her left leg went back as her hands tucked behind the small of her back. She planned to give Carva the first move.
The Majin should have known better that he would come at her regardless of the stance she took. With his aura blazing around him the large male came forward, an imposing figure no matter who you were. To her credit though, Shemha held her ground. Feet planted she was sure she could handle any strike he might throw her way. In their previous session she had seen the power behind his strikes. She had also seen the speed advantage that she possessed. Her mistake was that the Carva she fought now was rather improved since they last fought.
His leg came around in a flash, the muscular appendage taking out her slender legs in an instant. The blow connected with so much force it twisted her until she was parallel with the ground. In such a horizontal state she was destined to meet the ground with her face. Thankfully she could fly. With a thought her descent stopped body sideways in the air. Her right hand shot up to unleash a Ki blast directly towards his face. The blast was a distraction more than anything as her left hand gripped for his ankle. With a twist she attempted to toss him through the air.
KP: 3/3 Blast to the face and toss attempted
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Post by Carva on Jun 8, 2016 3:49:32 GMT
The large hybrid had indeed improved since last time they fought. One of the largest advantages Carva had going for him was not so much his size but knowing how to use it due to having trained under increased gravity since he was five years old. When the man was a boy, of a mere five years old, his mother along with many Saiyan generals could see that he had amazing potential. Being a warrior didn't come as a choice to the monstrous individual with the wild black hair and the hazel eyes. It was life.
As his sweep had connected, he found himself quite pleased that he'd caused someone normally so much more powerful than himself difficulty. There was no doubt in his mind that he was capable of defeating the female, or anyone else for that matter but the flash of blinding light emitted from her pain not only caused him pain but left him seeing stars for a moment. He felt her hand grab his ankle and then his body being flung through the air.
Thinking quickly, he shifted his weight in midair, feet touching the walls and knees bending, large leg muscles bulging before he pushed off and strafed, his open palm before him and firing off a volley of orange ki blasts, which would be a distraction as he darted forward and attempted a headbutt.
Kp 3/3 Ki blast volley into headbutt attempt
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Post by Shemha on Jun 8, 2016 13:04:22 GMT
Carva was blind for only a moment, but it was all she need. Her slender fingers wrapped around his ankle and with a twisting jerk, she sent her larger opponent through the air. The goal of the maneuver was not to do damage. Shemha had thrown him with the simple objective of creating space between them. Admittedly the Majin’s original underestimation of the man's speed cost her a good position. Being horizontal in the air offered no advantage in close quarters combat. As he tumbled through the air, she righted herself before her boots tapped down against the floor.
At the same time her feet found the floor of the chamber, Carva’s found the wall. Powerful muscles tensed before they propelled him off the hard surface and right back towards her. Ki blasts lead the way for the warrior and red spheres from Shemha met each one of them before they even got close. Orange collided with red to pepper the air with small explosions as their energy blasts detonated upon impact. Although her aim was perfect and she intercepted each one with a shot of her own, the result provided Carva with cover for his head on approach.
When he burst through the clouded air he was aimed right for the center of her body. Again Shemha found she was far too slow, a grunt forced from her slender body as his head drove into the center of her chest. Not able to hold her position against the momentum of the headbutt, the Majin was taken right off her feet. Like a rocket, she launched backwards until she travelled far enough to collide with the wall. The force of the impact caused tile to crack behind her, the wall of the chamber holding beyond the surface damage.
A cough followed as she staggered a step forward, a small trickle of purplish blood running from the corner of her mouth. ”...that hurt…” Came her slightly pained words. It was the truth, her discomfort a testament to his increased strength. Still, despite the hard hit, her body held. Resistant beyond most, she was far from finish.
With a shake of her head, Shemha launched forward to re-engage. As she approached her right arm swiped through the air before her, fingertips glowing for a moment before five arcs of red energy lashed out for Carva. Her Rend technique didn't explode on contact like most, instead it attempted to cut into her foes. It was time for the Majin to step it up.
[N1]Rend used. KP: 2/3
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Post by Carva on Jun 8, 2016 15:23:24 GMT
He felt his neck muscled contract as his head slammed into her chest, flipping through the air to land on her feet. "Ahhh...your people really are as resilient as I've heard! I'd applaud, dear Shemha, but you will find that my hands are busy!" He chuckled, excitement filling his eyes. "Busy kickin' your ass!"
His eyebrows furrowed downward, the corners of his mouth curling upwards into a sinister grin. Yes, he'd heard the rumors of Majin durability in his training. Being a Saiyan warrior, you were taught and prepared to fight anyone of any species. But he had to admit. That first kick she'd struck with was quite the rocker, the bruise on his chin being proof of that.
He wiped sweat from his forehead and dropped into a defensive stance as he saw her hand glow with ki, and he would thrust his forearms up in an X. He tried to block the brunt of the cutting blow with his armored wrists, but growled as the Rend hit the lower palm of his right hand. He stood there for a minute, right fist clenched as red blood trickled down, dripping on the floor. "Oh, you're gonna pay for that..." the warrior spoke through his teeth.
He exploded forward with a massive roar, attempting a quick punch to the lower abdomen with his left fist. The move wasn't quite meant to actually hit as a seed of orange ki appeared in the palm of his right hand. He kicked off into the air, the seed growing to the size of a small pumpkin before he sent it flying in her direction, the ball vibrating with energy, sparking with red lightning.
Kp: 2/3 Ab punch leading into a Pumpkin Bomb!
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Post by Shemha on Jun 8, 2016 20:18:08 GMT
The arcs from her Rend ability sliced through the air and towards her opponent. Unfortunately they did not cut through his armor and flesh as successfully. The trickle of blood that ran off his hand was a minor victory, the damage superficial at best. She hoped to limit the use of his arms with that attack, but considering how he launched himself at her, he was far from hindered by the minor wound. This was not going well, the gap between them became more evident with each exchange. That thought had Shemha flustered, her lack of growth when the warrior before bed gotten stronger rubbed the Majin the wrong way. She needed to do better.
Normally she would shy away from a head on attack like Carva was so fond of, but not this time. As he moved forward, so did she. Her aggressiveness was more a decision to prove her skills to herself more than him. While they rushed towards each other her senses focused, watched every twitch of his muscles and listened for the hum of energy. The jab towards her abdomen was easy enough to twist away some, her thin waistline not the largest of targets. A simple plan had taken shape in her mind as they closed on one another, hit him with a blast at point blank range. It would have been perfect save for the Saiyans follow up
At the instant she twisted to avoid the punch, he tossed the crackling sphere of energy. Close now, her only option was to cross her arms before her body in similar fashion to what Carva had just done. The blast exploded on impact and with a hiss of pain she felt the burning energy wash over her. Her entire frame disappeared in the resulting flash. When it cleared, she stood at the center of a charred circle, chest heaving some as smoke rose from her shoulders. Over her crossed forearms she glared at him, frustration clear on her face for the first time. What was the point of her durability if she couldn't get in any real offense?!
Without a word she held the stance for a moment, arms still up across her chest. It was time throw out something special. Eyes fixed on him, her tongue ran over her lips, the gesture almost predatory. Behind her the tentacle atop her head shifted, lifting up so that the end of it floated above her left shoulder. Breathing the way she was it would appear as if she needed a moment to recover. That was so far from the truth
”Gyahhh! A sudden cry accompanied an increase in her energy level as a beam fired from the tip of her “hair.” Thanks to another one of her innate abilities the strength of the already powerful attack was doubled. Not that far from him, Carva would be hard pressed to dodge this one like he had the other day in their two versus two battle.
Destructive Lance used alongside Magic Trick racial for a beam attack of 9,344PL KP:0/3
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Post by Carva on Jun 9, 2016 16:50:15 GMT
If only she'd known how impressed he was with her own growth, but he'd never admit it. The three quarters Saiyan was just too damned proud, and as blood trickled down his hand, and through his fingers, he remained calm. In his hazel eyes burned the raging spirit of a warrior, yet his mannerisms would remain cooler than ice as his Kabochan blood would run like it always did. Experienced. Battle came naturally to the hybrid, and it showed.
As he watched his powerful energy attack collide with her wrists and create a brilliant flash that would reflect off the metallic walls of the gravity chamber, the corner of his mouth would curl upwards. He hated to damage such a beautiful woman, but he wasn't going to just lay down and die. His eyes though, would fill with sureprise as he saw her hair beam heading toward him. He knew he'd have no time to dodge, and so he took the brunt of the attack with a huge explosion, a cloud created by said explosion.
As the dust cleared, a singed and bruised Carva sat there on one knee, panting. He couldn't believe the strength the red lady had just shown him, yet he pushed with his left hand to try and get back to his feet. "It's not...-coughs-...that easy, Shemha..." he started, seed of energy aglow in his left hand. Using all his strength, he pushed off and closed the distance between them, closing his own eyes as he slammed the energy ball into the ground and created a bright flash. "PUMPKIN FLASH!"
If the technique was successful, Carva would unleash a devastating string of attacks on the stunned Shemha. His fist would bury itself in her soft abdominal flesh, and he'd bring a knee up to stand her upright, followed by a hard elbow to the temple..
Kp: 1/3 (I think) Pumpkin Flash. Similar to Solar Flare, followed by a highly physical combo.
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