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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2016 14:11:06 GMT
The impact of Noxa’s heel came, and if felt like Noxa had given a solid strike into a bag of rice. There was definitely a blow; there was definitely resistance, but it didn’t feel like she did anything. If Shemha was a human Noxa would have expected to feel some ribs put under pressure, to have picked up on the delightful scent of copper in the air — maybe a little sprinkle of red hitting the floor. However, the woman needed to realize that this wasn’t a human or saiyan opponent like she was used to. Shemha’s race was something she had only encountered once before; a form of an extremely resilient, sentient being whose flesh was akin to gummy candy. If she recalled correctly, that was one of the boasts that Jacklynn had thrown out — her kind’s resilience.
With the sudden arch of her back — momentum added by Shemha’s downward kick — the progenitor had made the most out of her situation; her red friend was sent flying across the room, Noxa’s tendrils letting go the moment her counter attack had landed. The ivy like attempt her scarlet vibes were a way to try and keep the woman from dodging that one; it seemed to have worked. With Noxa’s sparring partner across the room, Noxa found herself following through with her kick, using that momentum to flip herself back on her feet. Her hair slowly danced, ebb and flowing all around her head; locks gently licking at all directions as though to help her pick up any attacks all that much sooner. Noxa’s face had a clear sign of usage; a few scratches and scuffs were prominently showing , centered mostly on her forehead and cheeks. Her button nose now pressed even further. The same white fluid was before was smeared on her face. This time, Noxa did little to focus on it this time; she allowed herself to be marked by this grime. A sign of her failure to foresee — or, in her case — react in time to Shemha’s initial move. Though, to be fair, it was one hell of a gambit.
Noxa’s hair’s gentle licking grew into a more wild flail, as though it was ready to lash out against everything around it. The woman tightened her fists, elbows tucked in, slightly bent at a 45 degree angle. Noxa took a step forward; her heel smashing against the ground as the woman seemed to coil herself low as though she was about to spring at Shemha at full force; pouncing on the woman to continue her onslaught without a moment of let up. That was the intention, but it wasn’t what happened. With Shemha’s words, Noxa found herself stopping in her tracks, muscles clamping down to halt the assault split seconds before it begun.
The woman’s muscles relaxed just a bit with Shemha’s words. “Flexible? I… Am not sure if that’s true; I don’t know if I can break, which that word would assume.” Noxa found herself extending her right arm towards Shemha. There was a loud snap, and the section between her wrist and elbow SHOT back, bending far enough for Noxa to be able to scratch her biceps. Yet, there wasn’t much of a reaction from Noxa. Her carapace had bent along side the arm, as though it had been nothing but rubber — even the sharp little blade that was alright present protruding her right forearm side. Her eyes remained sharply tuned onto Shemha’ form; her every sense droned in and awaiting even the slightest change in stimuli, like those of a predator in waiting. Noxa was still ready to pounce.
Her arm would fix itself, snapping back in position as though nothing ever happened. Outside of the loud ‘crunching’ of bone, there wasn’t much else to note. “I have full control over my physique.” Noxa explained to her, "I could squeeze through a vent duct no more than 5 inches by 5 inches across.” Noxa seemed to relax herself a little as she explained. Noxa considered bringing up that one time with the freighter crushing into her — that time she technically DID break a good portion of her bones... But that seemed like a rather useless detail to bring up; the point as to her absolute control over her body had already been made.
“As for my ‘armor’...” That same arm — which had a vague blade extending outwards from the wrist and up to her elbow; that same hand with the glowing red gem deeply embedded into the back of her hand.
Said blade would begin to extend outward, eventually reaching far enough past her wrist to pass over Noxa’s head. The blade then retracted, only to extend backwards past her elbow as some sort of rather sharp tonfa. “Any part of my body can produce a carapace; any part of my carapace can be changed. Essentially, just consider me a very good shape shifter.”
After her blade had fully retracted Noxa re-adjusted her stance, before zooming forward, feet drumming against the gravity chamber floor like machine gun rounds being fired. In a blink of an eye she’d be upon her Majin, leaping towards her with a cocked fist ready to be fired towards her head. A normal, basic, very choreographed attack. It was easy to see it coming; it had about the finesse of a high school boy’s yard fight, but all the power of a Bionic Amazon.
Should the blow land, or Noxa be parried or counter attacked, one last set of words would be uttered. “You’re a lot more durable than I thought; my kick barely hurt you, it seems!”
When Noxa spoke, she did so with a manic look about her; eyes widened and constricted pupils. A big, wide smile about her face — she was really enjoying herself. She wasn’t holding back; neither her opponent. And, while this lacked the same adrenaline only a battle to the death could bring, it was still sending Noxa’s heart racing like nothing else could!
The scarlet-haired Bio Android was having a blast!
[ ⅓ KP —> ⅔ KP ] [ Spoke a little; prepared to fight ] [ Displayed her [UT] Shapeshifting; sprinted and attempted to hook Shemha ]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 23, 2016 19:50:19 GMT
At first Shemha thought Noxa chose the second option, to resume combat and ignore the question for now. The description of feral fit the woman even more as her stance shifted, arms tucking in against her sides. What drew more of the Majin’s focus though was the way that thick red mane of hair swayed and writhed like it had a mind of its own. Shemha had to believe that the woman maintained full control of it in a situation like this, but she was unsure if that was conscious control or subconscious control. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two.
The aggressive stomp every bit the indicator for an offensive onslaught, Shemha prepared for the attack, but just before the redhead pounced she registered the question. The prelude to her answer was a curious one and it raised more questions. She held them for the time being though, it would be rude to start asking away without even allowing Noxa the time to answer the first question she had posed.
With each word she found herself even more interested in her companions physical structure. Part of her wanted to see the woman’s body squeeze through such a small duct or space, the image hard to picture when one considered the woman’s normal build. There was no question that Noxa wasn’t a Majin, yet she claimed her body was nearly as flexible and malleable. The more she learned about this woman, the more she was glad the two crossed paths at the Indigo.
Even more interesting was the carapace that decorated the woman’s curvaceous form. When she had dried off from the rain the entire thing retracted into her body only to grow back into place a few moments later. However, with this being the first time they engaged in combat she was unaware of its extra capabilities. Her eyes followed the extension on Noxa’s forearm as it shifted far past her wrist and above her head then back past her elbow. So unexpected alike.
Just recently Shemha began to learn how to adapt her body to form weapons itself, the molecular structure her heritage granted allowing her to shape shift in a similar fashion. While there were definite traits that the two shared in terms of body structure, but their approach to combat was rather different. It was true that she asked about the armor, but to reveal its capabilities mid sparring session was too forward in the Majin’s mind. Of course that showed yet another variance between them, their perspective on what friendship was. Noxa was open about herself with Shemha, sharing an honest answer while Shemha played things closer to the chest.
Drawn from her thoughts, her focus returned fully to the training session as her newly ferocious partner launched herself across the chamber. If not for the smile spread across the woman’s lips Shemha might have interpreted it as true aggression. She didn’t though, a small smile back on her own lips as she burst into motion.
Noxa was powerful, of that there was no doubt, but what she lacked was finesse. The forward attack was easy to read and despite the woman’s speed, easy enough to counter. Instead of using her own hands to deflect the blow she simply dropped, legs bending as she settled into a crouch so that the punch sailed over her head. With a slight pivot, her side faced the red head as Shemha revealed yet another similarity between the two of them.
She didn’t have hair like Noxa, but the long tentacle that served as her “hair” shared qualities with her friends thick locks. From her slight crouch the tentacle reached up to wrap around Noxa’s throat. Cinching tight for a moment the extra appendage twisted and snapped towards the closest wall. The Majin’s intent was to toss the woman against the side of the chamber, likely colliding with it while still inverted from the throw.
Regardless of how Noxa might hit, Shemha launched from her crouched position with velocity akin to what Noxa exerted when she sprang forward moments before. With the other female hopefully pressed up against the wall, she attempted to drive a Ki enhanced knee forward and right into Noxa’s bare stomach. In part she wanted to land a hard blow that might wind the girl, but she also wanted to test Noxa’s previous statement. She claimed her carapace could cover any part of her body at will, so did that include her stomach? Either way, if she struck skin or carapace the attack would be delivered the same.
(Shemha ducks under the forward attack of Noxa before the tentacle atop her head attempts to toss the girl into the closest wall. Not satisfied with just that she then attempts to driver her knee in to the girl’s stomach at 33% of her PL! 1 KP Used for [N1]Deceptive Strike - 2/3KP Remaining.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2016 20:54:27 GMT
The predictability of Noxa’s incursion had sealed her fate for this foray. Her armored fist, which was originally intended to punch through the Majin, sailed harmlessly overhead thanks to her quick reflexes. Through the simpering glee of combat, Noxa's grin remained up until the point where she realized what was happening. With Shemha’s ducking, her face slowly contorted into something akin to concern; her friend had seen through the initial move, and was in a prime position to counter attack. The scarlet-haired Bio found herself expecting a heel to smash into her torso — requital for Noxa’s previous Passionate Caress. Her mind raced faster than time could tick; despite her body being unable to respond fast enough, Noxa found her mind inundated in confusion. Why wasn’t the woman’s leg beginning its trajectory upwards?
Her expression changed with the realization of what was happening — and what did happen was just as much of an act of vengeful justice. There was a swift movement, one that matched Noxa’s speed. Her eyes managed to trace the movement of Shemha’s head-tail through the air, yet, while her body made efforts to keep up, she was already midway through an attack. That inertia kept her from being able to successfully redirect her movements in the way required. Soon there was a tightening around Noxa’s neck as the red tendril tightened itself around her. Noxa gritted her teeth as she was grappled. The pressure applied to her neck causing Noxa to grit her teeth. The Bionic Redhead found her face turning as red as her mane for a moment. Once flicked, her body was sent sailing. Her talons reached outward, as though she attempted to rake through the air in order to slow herself. Of course, she utilized ki, but there wasn’t enough time for her to slow herself with it; not the way that was required, anyway.
With her back’s impact against the wall of the gravity chamber, a shockwave rung out. The reverb of the impact rocked through Noxa’s form; said opposite forces causing her pelvis to soon arch away from the wall. Thanks to the crash Noxa found herself crying out, though a grunt and speck of blood caused her fragment of a wail to come out as nothing more than a squawk. Eyes tightly clamped to deal with the impact, Noxa found herself unaware of what was coming. Shemha’s impressive speed was to rival Noxa’s own at this stage of power, so naturally, Noxa hadn’t the foresight to cover herself before hand.
The Majin's knee came down with Earth-shattering force, directly into the Progenitor’s belly. Noxa’s body doubled over around the knee, the attack forcibly deflating the redhead’s lungs, causing her eyes to shoot wide open.
Pain screamed within her mind, deafening even the sound of blood that thump at her ears. Those eyes, wide-set in a mask of pain and shock, suddenly focused themselves. Her mouth, widened as it cried out with specks of blood, found itself shutting; the woman gritted her teeth. Noxa, then, attempted to use her arms to clasp around the Majin’s Torso. A massive bear hug was her attempt — an attempted aided by hair that flailed around like steel cable that snapped under pressure. The writhing tendrils aided the effort, attempting to rope themselves around Shemha’s waist.
If her attempted was successful, Shemha’s opponent then took a deep breath, arching her back and pushing herself away from the wall. Then, with sheer strength, Noxa attempted to drive her forehead against Shemha’s own; a headbutt. If it was successful Noxa would drive another. And another. And another, until the woman eventually did something to escape. Noxa before had a smile; it wasn’t intentional, but it served to alleviate the tension of combat. This time, she had only gritted teeth and a fierce visage of a warrior in mid combat. A trickle of her blood ran down the corner of her mouth, and plenty of it down her nose. Markings of their battle so far. With every potentially consecutive headbutt, a bruise would form atop her forehead, growing in wise and opacity. Her heart, something that Shemha might be able to feel thanks to their proximity, drummed away at a breakneck pace as she action went on.
Noxa… Was… Still having a blast, even if she didn’t show it.
[ Enough headbanging to make a metal concert blush ] [ No KP used 3/3 ]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 25, 2016 16:38:38 GMT
Not only did she catch her friend off guard with the counter attack, the look of concern that dominated her features a clear indicator, the follow up was just as successful. Against the wall, Noxa’s body was a prime target for the follow up strike and the Majin’s knee drove home with all the momentum of her forward movement behind it. Shemha never considered herself a vicious fighter, her style mostly controlled and calculating. However, in reality her utilization of strategies she thought with the highest probability to end an engagement quickly was a definition of vicious.
While Noxa’s physical appearance was beautiful and delicate in many respects, the resistance that Shemha felt as she struck complimented the woman’s physic. Under that soft, light colored skin that was left revealed between the segments of her armor was muscle. At least that is what it felt like when her knee pushed into the woman’s abdomen. Her companions durable body did let out a strange squawk like yelp from the blow, but despite the apparent pain from the blow, the red head was far from spent as her quick counter attack would showcase.
Before she was able to withdraw from the close quarters she had introduced them to, Noxa’s arms wrapped around her slender waist. Cinching tight in a strong embrace, Shemha felt her body pressed snugly against her partners. The pressure against her chest and back only intensified as the tendril like hair of the woman joined in on the embrace. Her first thought was that Noxa wished to crush her in order to restrict her breathing and while that might have been part of it, the sudden collision of their foreheads made it clear what she planned from the start. Well…clear as soon as Shemha could focus through the flash that dominated her vision with each headbutt.
A durable woman the damage from the headbutts themselves wasn’t so much the issue as was the impact itself. Each time Noxa drove her head into Shemha’s the Majin’s body was forced to react to it naturally, eyes blinking and watering as a result of the blow. That multiplied by the sheer volume of headbutts, she found it hard to see clearly. Akin to sisters with the same tattoo, Shemha’s forehead soon reflected the bruise that developed on Noxa’s, the multiple impacts to the same exact spot enough to discolor even her resilient body.
Unable to fully focus her eyes, she realized that escaping this grapple was paramount. Thankfully, the traits of her magical heritage were exactly what she needed. As Noxa’s head snapped forward for yet another headbutt, it found nothing but air. Shemha’s body quite literally melted free of the red heads clutches. No matter how strong her grip was or how many tendrils of hair she wrapped around her, the Majin was able to shape shift at will. In almost liquid like fashion she slid down the front of her opponents body, between her thighs and up her back.
There she solidified once more, where she attempted to throw her arms forward and around Noxa’s chest. Her goal was to encompass the red heads arms in the embrace, securing them at her sides. If successful it was a restraint similar to what she just escaped from except from the back. The way she maneuvered behind her might even secure a fair amount of those red locks between their bodies, the red tendrils squeezed tight against Noxa’s back.
In addition to the reversal of their positions in terms of the bearhug, Shemha’s legs made an attempt to restrict the other females legs. When she reformed into her original shape, her legs went to wrap around Noxa’s lower thighs. If everything worked out the way she intended her body was tightly wrapped around her friends, legs and arms potentially secured by the Majin’s own flexible appendages.
Head almost atop Noxa’s right shoulder Shemha couldn’t help the grin on her face as she spoke. ”Seems we are both capable of reshaping out bodies, no? I do wonder though…who is more versatile?” Surprisingly enough her tone came across as a little playful, Shemha enjoying herself as her drinking buddy turned out to be one of the more talented individuals she had trained with thus far. Although she so often kept control of her emotions and moderated her words, she still found entertainment in many things. Combat just so happened to be one of them.
(Shemha tries to melt free of Noxa's hug and return a friendly one of her own, trying to get the red head all wrapped up! No KP uses so +1 - 3/3KP)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2016 15:47:48 GMT
Her will didn’t seem to fade; with every consecutive impact, there wasn’t so much as a sliver of faltering strength. In fact, it seemed as every blow came with increased strength compared to the latter. The purple bruise cleaning with ivory blood grew and grew thanks to the self-implicative onslaught. By the time that Shemha managed to break free from Noxa’s bear hug her assailant seemed to take a moment before following up. Noxa’s left eye was shut tightly; her breathing was heavy and labored. Slick with sweat, the woman’s physical toll was growing apparent. In truth, it had been a while since she was involved in a sustained battle; more often than not it was over before long, leaving Noxa with little physical strain. This time, it was different; it seemed, this time, the test was more of endurance than raw strength.
A singular yellow eye found itself fixing on the sparring partner’s forehead; a sly smirk tugged at Noxa’s lips.
“You’re wearing down, Shemha.” The woman’s voice came, teasing her partner between every arduous breath. It seemed she was fighting a battle of her own. Despite just how much oxygen it seemed the Progenitor needed her fists bawled up, and her arms rose to shoulder-level — it looked as though she was about to start to do some jumping jacks. “You’re good! Great, even, but I’m afraid this won’t go on for much longer!”
“AAAHHHHH!” Ki began to gather as the woman’s wail began to echo around the gravity chamber. “Aahh —!!” Rudely interrupted, the redhead found herself being constrained by the Majin. ‘Eye for an eye’ seemed to be the theme of this sparring match. Her ki charge was dropped the moment Shemha’s embrace came, constricting first her arms and then her legs.
“W-what!?” The woman asked, clearly surprised with the amount of force her red Majin friend was able to produce, despite just how much her limbs were extending. But then again, maybe that just aided to the immense pressure Noxa felt around her body. This pressure was compounded not only by Shemha’s own strength, but by the rubber band-like force that was produced with the tension and strain of her stretching limbs. Needless to say, the Bionic Woman’s fatigued smirk was no longer present, instead, her visage showed toil and worry.
The elegantly delicate features of her sparring partner came to rest on Noxa’s chest; her entire body covered and otherwise constricted by this latest gambit of hers.
“Seems we are both capable of reshaping out bodies, no? I do wonder though…who is more versatile?”
A playful quality was unmistakably laced in every word. The woman couldn’t help but finding herself shaking her head, a hint of a smile returning, though it was clearly mixed in with drained uncertainty; uncertainty born from the fact Noxa wasn’t sure if Shemha could squeeze any tighter. If so that could become a problem. The woman, meant to be a predator, was well aware of the construction tactic employed by many organisms; the goal often was to squeeze air from their lungs or simply make them tire themselves in a struggle to break free.
Before committing to a tactic, Noxa found herself tossing a little quip:
“If you want me to squeal like a chew toy you’ll have to squeeze harder than that, Miss Bubblegum!” The goal, of course, was to see if the woman was capable of doing so in the first place; if she was then Noxa would need to find a quick way out. The possibility that her teasing may have come off as hurtful, or specist, didn’t even so much as register with the simple minded Bio Woman. Her shape shifting, though a fantastic tool for sneaking or infiltration, wasn’t something she wanted to employ in the heat of combat. Unlike the Majin, contorting her body in such nightmarishly thin ways would leave her deathly vulnerable. Her flesh, though incredibly malleable, wasn’t magically held together by mystic forces; Noxa’s body obeyed the laws of science as any other — the only difference, of course, was that her regulations were a lot more suited to her needs.
Still, the woman radiated heat energy from their battle. She was still sweaty, and evidently tired. Buying this little time for conversation would give her a little bit of an edge, which was something she couldn’t pass up if she intended to keep going toe to toe with her drinking buddy. The woman’s heart throbbed still, racing as though it was eager to leap from her chest. Noxa hoped that her adversary wasn’t well-versed or aware enough to read her body language — or pheromones — as to be able to gauge the worry that Noxa had.
Then, it dawned on Noxa: her thought processes had been a bit more … Refined than they usually were in the heat of a conflict. That moment of epiphany came and went with just as little of a warning. In reality, the thought was forcibly pushed from Noxa’s mind. This, after all, was not the moment for introspection and insight.
This was a battle — even if between good friends. The woman intended to give her all; she intended to win.
Noxa felt her heart skip a few beats — the thought of just how much she was already growing from a battle between such evenly matched foes… It excited her a little. Noxa, still, was having fun!
[ No KP used! ] [ Noxa weighs her options ] [ Attempts to stall and ask questions while she catches her breath ]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 26, 2016 19:16:59 GMT
Shemha’s appendages remained tight around her temporary captive. The hold secured the two female against one another and had this been a more serious engagement, the Majin would have been in prime position to devour her foe…quite literally. However, this was a bought between friends and the thought never once crossed her mind. Not to mention that if Noxa let loose the restraints on her power Shemha was incredibly outmatched.
With the redhead held tight, all Shemha needed to do was maintain her tight grip, arms melded together to form a solid ring around the woman’s torso. This was a situation familiar to the red skinned female. Over the years her malleable body had restrained countless figures for her pervious master, the Majin far better than any restraints one could buy. On multiple occasions she had proceeded to absorb the weak creatures Ront wanted disposed of, but rarely did it influence her composition afterwards. Ront himself was the only one strong enough to do that.
Again, this was a somewhat friendly training session and that sort of thing was off the table. Absorption aside, Shemha did not plan on being gentle with the other woman. If she held back, neither of them obtained the full benefit of the session. So when Noxa’s taunt came, she didn’t hesitative to tighten her hold.
”Oh Noxa, I don’t want you to squeal, quite the opposite actually.” Shemha clarified before she allowed herself to grin. Already she felt the heat of the woman she had bound so tightly with the majority of her body. Sweat covered a fair amount of her and the way her chest worked to breathe a sign of just how much pressure the Majin’s stretched body applied. If she were to twist and stretch more, the limited mass her body possessed would thin and spread, the surface tension increasing across her entire form. With Noxa wrapped in it, all the pressure would transfer to her.
While she tightened her hold further in response to the woman’s taunts, Shemha just couldn’t stop there. Her companion was powerful and capable so she strove to push her. Like the rest of her body, her neck and head were capable of the same shape shifting technique. With that the only part of her not employed in constricting her opponent, her intentions might be clear. Features distorting and stretching from the neck up, she stretched forward to try and envelope the other females head, red locks and all.
If able to get her body stretched fully around the partially armored female, Shemha’s body would constrict all over again, trying to press back together into its normal shape. Of course with Noxa’s body in the way that was impossible. With the bio-android swallowed up, the pressure applied would be more intense than before, the woman being forced into a near fetal position by the Majin’s compressing form.
”Feel like talking more?” She taunted, trying to rile the girl up if she could. Trapped within her bubblegum prison, Noxa would hear the taunt as if Shemha spoke with her hand pressed to her lips, the words muffled. In this type of shape, the Majin had no definitive features save the weights that she still held. Even the “clothes” she normally wore were nothing more than her shapeshifted flesh.
Shemha attempts to wrap Noxa up completely while returning a taunt of her own! It’s like a super hug! …>.>
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2016 0:27:26 GMT
Thanks to Shemha’s clarification Noxa felt all the more confused. What did she mean, exactly? Did her red Majin buddy not want her to suffer through training? Oddly enough, Noxa’s sparring partner continued to constrict herself around the virago’s form; the words she imparted just now led Noxa to believe that Shemha would be easing back, not pushing Noxa harder! A pain-filled expression was found forming on the woman’s face, gradually increasing as the Majin constricted her further and further still.
It was soon that the auriferous irises found themselves glancing upwards only to see even more pink rush in. The cheeky bubblegum lady had seemed to close Noxa off completely. Noxa felt as the stretched substance moved about her; it was clear that yet another one of Shemha’s crafty plans were at work. Progenitor CXV simply couldn’t figure out just what it was, though her initial guess was that this shifting was only a ploy to further increase the pressure exerted onto Noxa. Stress and tension worked in synergy to try and cursed the woman further down.
Another muffled tease was heard coming from Noxa’s captor. Teasing — that’s what her opponent had begun to do; Noxa wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she absolutely understood that it couldn’t go on much longer. Now in a fetal position, Noxa knew there wasn’t much else for her to do. Until now she hadn’t struggled much, after all, this kind of technique was often employed by enough predators that its basic goal was well known to Noxa: tire and suffocate. It hadn’t managed to tire the redhead much — she had the foresight to keep herself relatively at bay. Suffocation, on the other hand, may very well be a tactic that might come to fruition for Shemha. Of course, the Bio Woman still needed to find a way out of this gummy prison.
Breathing was something that had already fallen over to a normal rate; the captive had used her time for cardio management — to catch her breath. A mental note was made; Noxa had to better pace herself. This kind of strenuous, prolonged combat was something she would have to focus on improving — the rate at which she tired herself out almost made the virago believe her combative prowess had already begun to gather rust! Of course, this was unacceptable for the likes of Noxa — someone designed to be an 'apex' predator; to summit the food chain. Still, 'air' was her more immediate concern.
Shemha may have begun to feel a little warm at her core. Heat built up as Noxa gathered her strength finally make a move. Using both the sharp tendrils tucked away beneath her red mane, the bionic warrior launched her prison break. Heart-shaped tips sliced outward, puncturing the squishy flesh of her foe. The heels of her boots, too, found some use; the carapace at her feet found itself shoot downward twin needles that aimed to create a puncture wound large enough for air to enter. As if that wasn’t all, one more technique was employed. From within the confines of Shemha’s insides, Noxa found herself opening parting her jaw as though she was about to yawn. Unlike a yawn, however, Noxa’s clamped her deceptively sharp teeth down on as much of the tender flesh as she could.
She resorted to the most primal, primitive form of attack… Though one question fluttered into the assailant’s mind just as her teeth found themselves embedding into whatever inner fold it could: Did Shema taste like bubblegum? The thought alone caused the woman to salivate — bubble gum was, after all, one of her favorite treats~!
Shemha looks good enough to eat, so Noxa decided to have a nibble.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 30, 2016 0:18:34 GMT
Noxa enclosed within her physical form, Shemha was honestly unsure what the woman would do to try to break herself free. Usually this stage of contact between her and another lead to one and only one outcome. Never had a target of hers been able to escape once fully enveloped. Still, she knew this red head was far more capable than any creature she encountered before this. Deep down she wanted her to escape, show her how it was possible so that in the future when it mattered she could counter it before her prey had the chance.
For several moments the humanoid housed inside her stretched body remained still, almost as if she had succumb to the suffocating grip of the Majin. The warmth was the first indicator that Noxa was still conscious, a telltale sign that energy was being gathered for whatever it was the woman planned to do. Movement followed, a slight shift of her cocooned body and a moment after the sharp points of what felt like dagger tips met her flesh.
Stretched as thin as she was, the sharp tendrils that were so often laced in with the female’s thick locks sliced through her resilient flesh with ease. The blade-like ends were the first think to feel the cool temperature of the gravity chamber and with it came the rush of oxygenated air into Noxa’s organic cell. A second after they burst through her body, two pointed heels found their way out the other side of her body. When Noxa kicked Shemha before her body was durable enough to resist that stab, but now they cut right through her red flesh.
Through the four puncture wounds, the Majin’s mouth remained closed tight in an effort to restrain from any sort of unbecoming cry. Her magical origins gave her the durability beyond that of normal humanoids, but she wasn’t immune to pain. That said, she prided herself on her ability to handle the stress of combat, groaning and moaning so unbecoming of a lady, a lesson Ront taught her during one of their many training sessions. She did well to remember this as Noxa ripped holes in her body.
With what came next though, she could not restrain the small cry of pain that escaped her. As far back as she remembered, Shemha could not recall every being bitten, not by a beast and especially not by a sentient creature. Noxa was somewhere in-between and there was no denying that her surprising sharp teeth hurt! As her fangs sank in and around the other puncture wounds, a strange black liquid seeped forth. The part she sadly tasted was nothing akin to bubblegum or any sweet candy, the magical ichor more sour and gooey in terms of texture.
Instinct told her to press her malleable tissue forward and down the girls throat to strangle her, but she reigned in those thoughts. This was no fight for survival and her actions were what invited this tactic in the first place. So instead she abandoned her unconventional grapple. In full retreat, the Majin attempted to break free from Noxa in order to separate them once more.
Should she get away cleanly, her body reshaped back into the form most were used to seeing. Her legs took shape first in order to backpedal across the tiled floor before the rest of her body followed. Almost like a stretched elastic band, her body snapped into position before she stumbled a step. For a second her eyes blinked then a small smirk formed on her fair features.
”You bit me.” Shemha remarked not in amazement, but as if she needed to say it to confirm it happened. ”…Well done though, that is usually the last thing my foes experience when we meet on the field.” She praised. Her tone remained level though, in no way condescending as she was actually impressed. The comment would also allow a small insight into her past, the assumption she had taken a life at least once before not off base.
Moving to her right with careful steps, her dark eyes refocused on the woman across from her. Reformed now the puncture marks on her left arm, and both sides would give Noxa an idea of where her attacks landed in regards to the Majin’s form. Then again…if Shemha willed it the wounds could be moved anywhere should she reshape differently. The injury was minor though and if Noxa was, Shemha was ready to continue.
It turns out Shemha doesn't taste like bubblegum at all, nor does she like to be chewed!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2016 16:47:08 GMT
With force and much deliberation, the embryonic Noxa burst free from within Shemha. The black, sour liquid rushed into the amazon’s mouth, eclipsing all other sensations for a moment. Despite this, the red-headed virago would burst away, flying until she was a dozen or so feet away from the majin that seemed to want to separate just as badly as she did. Turning fully just in time to see her red Majin companion reshape, Noxa found herself puzzled by what she saw — a smirk?
“You bit me.”
“I did.”
“…Well done though, that is usually the last thing my foes experience when we meet on the field.”
Shemha’s tone seemed friendly and genuine, which further served to confuse the simple-minded Bio Android; they were fighting, right? So why was Shemha being so courteous? Where were all of the curses, berates, and sarcastic asides? The natural conclusion the bio woman reached was that Shemha’s refined nature was somewhat born of a higher degree of self-control that she originally thought.
Noxa stood there, facing away from Shemha at a 45 degree angle — as though she was waiting in line at a movie theater. A gangly posture, and a passive look on her face. Still covered in sweat; still marked by combat; still breathing just a little harder than usual… Though her posture didn’t seem to match the feral flare for combat she had originally displayed. It seemed Noxa had paused fully to reflected on the situation at hand. Shemha was a killer; or, at least, that’s what Noxa took away from the last part of her imparted praise.
A red, gummy killer and bounty hunter to boot... With an elegant attitude and sour blood. Without a doubt Noxa had managed to find herself one hell of an amalgam to befriend — she only hoped that it would last. After all, her track record with friendship wasn’t exactly the greatest.
A smirk to match Shemha’s own shaped Noxa’s lips, her dual-colored gaze returning to meet Shemha’s own.
“You didn’t taste like bubblegum.” Noxa observed, forcing herself to swallow the black fluid she so brutally extracted from her friend; it was the least she could do, after all; tainting her pristine gravity chamber's floor would be rude, but above that Noxa felt as though simply not swallowing her lifeblood would have been… Disrespectful, at the very least. An idea born out of Noxa’s firm belief in claiming what you have hunted.
The shuffle of Shemha’s feet indicated that their dance wasn't yet over; the duo still had plenty of time to spent with one another. The puncture wounds onto the bubblegum woman weren’t exactly lost onto the vermilion virago. Noxa was kept aware of where and how she injured the red Majin After all it would serve as a great tactic — attack Shemha from her weakened side… But, also, it gave Noxa an idea of just how far she should push her friend.
Still, like anchors, Noxa’s feet remained stuck to the floor; she wasn’t giving an indication she was about to join the little tango of havoc just yet. With everything still fresh in her still-lucid mind, Noxa decided to ask a question of Shemha, something that she had touched on lightly before but not necessarily asked her straight up.
Facing, completely towards her foe, Noxa found herself taking a step forward with her left leg, before leaning onto it just a little.
“Why are you here on Earth?” The question came with an even tone, which may or may not have been a break in tempo for Noxa’s behavior thus far. “Are you hunting someone?”
At the very least she gave Shemha plenty of time to answer before commencing the next stage of combat. Noxa’s mouth opened just enough for her smooth tongue to snake out. It was long, and there was a little red bead embedded just between its midsection and tip — if it wasn’t for the way Noxa was one could very well guess it was a piercing. The extended tongue wasn’t a much by any chance. At the tip of the slick appendage came a surge of power. A small, fluctuating marble of red light would begin to gather. Noxa created great pressure within the little orb; her ki was compressed into a tiny confinement to give the sphere staggering ki-density.
The more ki compressed the more visibly unstable the light became; with the building tension, it was beginning to erupt — and so it did. A flash of red would come as an opaque, homogeneous beam surge towards Shemha. It was about half as thick as Noxa was tall. The scarlet cylinder shot towards the sour-blooded majin. Its gleam was powerful enough to inundate the entire chamber with a vivid, saturated red glow.
Should the attack be dodged by the Majin something unexpected would happen. The beam would surge onward with its intended path, before the tip of the beam halted completely; the rest of the attack would collapse within the tip, once again creating the same orb that Noxa had originally made, effective getting red of the red light. That orb would hover in place before shooting out, again, this time towards Shemha’s new direction, giving birth to the tell-tale luminosity once more.
This was the Bio Android’s Bloody Hunter — a homing variant of her Crimson Crash. A blatant sacrilegious sacrifice of power for technique — the very counter thesis to what Noxa was.
Whatever the outcome, the redhead kept her auriferous gaze tightly locked. This was the first time she had ever launched this variant; in fact, she had fully expected the move to simply blow up in her face — it was, without a doubt, the absolute extent of Noxa’s finesse in combat. It would be interesting to see whether or not it paid off.
[ Just for my own future reference; NOXA'S POWER LEVEL 15,427 ] [ [V2] Bloody Hunter ; Homing varriant fired at 5,090 ] [KP 1/3 ]
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Post by Shemha on Oct 3, 2016 20:00:25 GMT
The pose Noxa struck did throw Shemha off for a moment, the casual stance very different from the predatory poses she had seen thus far. With no idea her ever polite tone threw the woman off, as she expected something more vicious when locked in combat, the Majin kept her guard up. Slowly she continued her lateral movement, carefully placed footsteps bringing her around the red head.
Unaware that the woman was actually somewhat lost in thought, contemplating the potential complexities of her red skinned friend, she watched for some sort of sneak attack. Well aware of skills like the after image technique and other speed enhancing abilities, it was no doubt what Noxa planned to employ. Only when she turned to offer a smirk of her own, did Shemha’s stalking approach cease.
Bubblegum…there was that reference again. On multiple occasions those she crossed paths with referred to her as bubblegum of taffy, both of which she knew were sweets now, but both hardly comparable to the substance of her being. Possessed of a much different perspective than those that interacted with her, Shemha would never compare herself to either of the treats. Elastic and malleable, she understood that her body was resistance to being broken down, yet the degree of her durability compared to bubblegum was laughable.
Regardless of her belief that the comparison was not correct, she maintained her smirk, Noxa’s own expression enough to make it clear the woman meant no offense. Less liked individuals might actually receive a sharp retort in return, but she didn’t feel the woman across from her deserved it. Unfamiliar with friendship, she did not realize the growing bond between the two of them was the reason behind her held tongue and stowed glare.
Once more her feet went into motion, circling. She fully expected combat to resume any moment, but an unforeseen question brought her to a stop for a second time.
Shemha realized that until now, Noxa showed little interest in what the Majin was doing on Earth. They together focused mainly on what others were doing and the fun they could share together. Throughout their time together, Shemha wove several questions into their dialog to learn about recent events, but never had the red head been as direct or curious as to the Majin’s purpose here.
Part of her being wanted to tell her the truth, a strange sensation to be forthcoming and honest, yet…she couldn’t allow herself to. Noxa was sweet and friendly, but she loved to talk. Regardless of the trust developed between them, Shemha worried she might reveal her allegiance and it was something she just could not have. So instead, like several times before she offered up part of the truth.
”At the moment, no. Currently I am…not for hire, we mercenaries do get to make our own hours after all.” She responded, that part of it the truth. ”Admittedly, although the pay is adequate, the lifestyle isn’t the most enjoyable when you have to take contract after contract so I felt it time to relax a little.” Again, the truth, but with several important facts left out.
”As for my choice of what planet to spend my time on, Earth is one I have yet to visited when not at the side of my former master. I figured it might offer new experiences.” Shemha finished with a small shrug of her shoulders to indicate there was no real in-depth thought process to her decision. Perhaps in time she would share how the SSE tied into it all, but for now that was information better not said.
Whether her friend was satisfied of not with her answer, Shemha’s mind shifted back towards combat when the long, agile muscle slid its way from Noxa’s mouth. Aware of how useful extra appendages could be in combat, the thought of using her tongue never crossed her mind. Up until the point Ki began to gather at the tip of Noxa’s, it still hadn’t. The strange sphere that gathered there was dense, that much she could assess based on the amount of power she sense within it, but exactly what it was the Majin was left to guess.
As the unstable sphere of energy crackled at the tip of her friend’s tongue, Shemha began to suspect a beam, piercing attacks one her body handled rather well. Unlike most she housed no organs to pierce which made such attacks far less effective than they were intended to be.
The sudden expansion of the sphere into a far wider beam than one would expect justified the power previously housed within it. Feet already braced against the tiled floor, Shemha felt she was ready for the attack.
Like before, when she reshaped her body around the red head, Shemha’s unique genetic makeup allowed her to vastly shift her form with ease. The same ability that she used offensively before also granted her defensive options other races did not have. Noxa’s attack was wide enough that she couldn’t dodge it in a traditional fashion, so instead the Majin’s body melted like wax put under a blowtorch.
She thought herself clever as the cylinder of energy rushed over her near puddle like form, a clear miss. In an instant she was back up on her feet, entire body reformed and on the move. Her strong legs propelled her forwards to rush her opponent, intent on catching her off guard with a strong offense so soon after Noxa’s spent the energy to launch her attack.
In reality, it was Shemha who was about to be surprised. Focused on the woman before her and unfamiliar with the clever technique her partner launched, she was fully unaware of the energy that was still a threat behind her. Despite her dodge, the beam failed to slam into the far wall of the chamber as it instead collapsed in upon itself only to rebound and launch right after the charging Majin.
Feet off the ground now, bukujutsu in full effect, Shemha was prepared to complete the charge with her right fist leading the way right into the center of Noxa’s beautiful features. Several yards before she would even connect though, a burning sensation enveloped her back as the blast caught up with her. A confused grunt escaped her lips as the sensation washed over her body. The flight pattern she held disintegrated as she began to tumble through the air as a result of the blast, limbs flailing as she twisted through the air. She was still on track to meet up with Noxa, except now with no grace and no lead attack of her own.
Shemha uses her dodge technique(yet to be named) to avoid the attack, but Noxa’s clever attack rebounds to connect anyway, sending the Majin tumbling through the air. 1 KP Used 2/3 KP remaining
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2016 4:33:03 GMT
Nothing that her red drinking buddy said was questioned. Whatever Shemha explained was instantly accepted as an absolute truth. Noxa’s question and moment of interest were born from the fact she, herself, was ultimately someone in a perpetual state of hiding from the likes of bounty hunters and mercenaries. However, with Shemha’s disclosure that she was only here on leisure leave… Well, that was one thing that the redhead wouldn’t have to worry about. Which was good enough, after all, the fact she even had a splinter of suspicion towards Shemha made Noxa feel a drop of bitterness towards herself.
In reality, it was the previous resurface of Shemha’s profession — along with an admission of what Noxa interpreted as murder — that had set off a little alarm bell within her head. Should her blood not be drumming; should her hormones not be pumping, then it would have likely been that the idea would never even crossed Noxa’s head. However, it had, and Noxa felt as though she should apologize. Those were the considerations that ran through her mind, however before Noxa truly had a chance to speak up about it the vixen found herself witnessing her attack’s somewhat unexpected success.
“YES!” Noxa found herself breaking the battle’s frame of mind. A fist pumping with pride as Shemha was sent flying. The progenitor wasn’t exactly sure just what kind of ability Shemha had used to dodge the initial blast — it looked like another use of her extremely malleable body. Being able to simply ‘puddle’ in such a short notice was a technique that Noxa could find herself envying.
The large beaming, simpering woman soon found that her smile was promptly dropped; in its stead came a mask of sheer surprise.
“W-what?! Waii--” Her words were abruptly cut off as Shemha smashed into the woman, stealing away all the air in the amazon’s lungs. It seemed as Noxa had played herself on this one. Noxa was unsure of Shema, but her own body was sent tumbling through the gravity chamber’s floor.
Battered and bruised Noxa took a moment to stand up; getting her bearings after that collision.
“M-maybe that wasn’t the best idea…” Called the woman, coughing as she pressed a hand just below the fold of her breasts, feeling for anything being broken or out of place. “Shemha, are you doing alright?”
Noxa showed her concern, checking in on her dear 'jin friend... Though she knew the Majin would, in all likelihood, be fine. The scarlet-haired vixen’s confidence was so high, in fact, that she began to gather power for another attack. Noxa regained her posture; back straight; chest forward; shoulders squared. Sparks came to fly as the metal-like carapace of her heels screeched against the gravity chamber’s floor. The sparking reaction born from the intense friction of both her own weight multiplied by the artificial gravity.
With her legs taken a wide stance Noxa’s left arm curled upwards; her hand resting at her napes— where her neck met her back. The virago's right elbow bent itself at a 45 degree angle as her right hand gripped her hips. The termagant’s silhouette began to form a red gleam as her ki was gathered. With her ki’s intensity growing her heart began to thunder in her chest. The black / yellow contrast found itself focusing on Shemha’s form. Even under the influence of her charging power and its effect on Noxa’s psyche, the woman found something churning in the back of her head: Shemha, was she okay? The longer it took for her Majin friend to get up — assuming she hadn’t done so already — the more Noxa’s worry would begin to fester.
[ No KP used 1/3 => 2/3] A little on the shorter end, sorry!
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Post by Shemha on Oct 7, 2016 0:28:11 GMT
Thanks to the fact she swirled through the air, Shemha missed Noxa’s minor celebration, fist pump and all. With this being the first time the red head tried to employ the technique in actual combat, it definitely was something to celebrate. If given the time to analyze the homing blast Shemha would give the girl credit for mastering it. Out of everything she’d seen so far, this was the only tactic that possessed true finesse. Agile and incredibly flexible, her late-night companion sported agility in terms of physical traits, but the majority of her attacks were simply, brutish. Strange when you considering the girls feminine form, yet Shemha experienced it first hand. This last little trick provided evidence that at least some small part of Noxa’s arsenal was backed by preparation and technique.
Despite all that success in landing a clean blow on her foe, the woman’s celebration cost her any advantage she might have gained from it. Instead of the wall or floor breaking her fall, Shemha felt her body slam into that of her friends. Together the pair hit the floor in a tangle of red hair and limbs, the Majin then continuing on her way as she rolled farther across the chamber.
While the collision of their bodies knocked some wind from the less resilient of the two females, Shemha remained more concerned with the tingling sensation spread across her back. From several yards away she heard the concern in Noxa’s voice. ”…Yes…I will be fine.” The small groan that followed perhaps hinted otherwise, but the Majin was not about to play it up like she was seriously hurt.
Hands placed to the floor, having come to rest on her stomach, she pushed up. The single shove had her all the way back to her feet, half a stagger before she found her balance. With a roll of her slender neck, her eyes came to rest on the Noxa once more. First she took in the strange stance in an attempt to figure out what it was the woman planned. Unable to determine anything more than that her friend was ready to continue, she risked asking a question of her own.
”Tell me Noxa…why is it you’re are on Earth? I mean no offense, but you do not look human and although it is possible this is your home, you feel…more exotic to me than that.” Plenty of assumption in her statement, the blue planet very possibly the woman’s home, Shemha held a hunch that might not be the case. With what she knew of her friend, there was no one else she could compare her to. The traits she possessed did not match the races she was more familiar with, especially not the denizens of Earth.
The question also served as a tool to stall their next engagement, the Majin well aware of the growing energy gathered around and within her companion. A single movement of her right foot turned Shemha to the side, much like the stance she took when the fight began. Arms at rest along her sides she seemed every bit passive if it wasn’t for the gradual rise of her own energy level. The only part of her that moved was the tentacle that made up her hair, the appendage bobbing gently as it pointed towards Noxa, a soft red glow at its tip.
Shemha wondered what the answer would be, if Noxa chose to answer at all. Just because she chose to be so “forthcoming” before did not mean the red head was obligated to do the same. Either way, the minor distraction would likely buy her a small fraction of time, more if Noxa chose to endulge her Majin friend.
After Noxa softens Shemha’s landing, the Majin rises back to her feet to pose a question of her own. No KP used - 3/3 now available.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2016 6:52:13 GMT
With Shemha’s admission of well being a breath of relief came to depart from Noxa. It was good to see no severe damage had been done. After all, Noxa did have some kind of a consciousness. Twisted, fractured, and stretched compared to that of a normal human, but she had one none the less — and injuring someone that she already considered to be ‘one of her closest friends’ would likely rank high on her no-no list.
Still, watching as the Majin got to her feet the Bionic Woman couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of worry. Shemha, despite having claimed to be fine, definitely seemed to be moving strangely. Hurt, almost. The virago made sure to keep an eye on that. Still, there seemed to be a question tossed the redhead’s way. It was similar in nature to what she had earlier asked, so answering it would be more of an obligation than a courtesy.
A deep breath was drawn. The woman’s mind turned fully to the question — it was a loaded one. Still, given the allotted time the woman decided to give the best answer she could. “It’s complicated.”
Just when it seemed as though that was all Shemha would be getting out of the Bio Android, more began to come forth. “You’re absolutely right; I’m not human. If you can sense ki you would probably feel three different kinds coming from me. My arrival on Earth was less of an attempt at finding a home and more of a desperate attempt at finding a new place to live.”
The woman came to clear her throat, now noticing that Shemha had begun to gather her power into what looked like a possible attack. Or so assumed the woman from the possible gleam that formed at the tip of her head-tail.
“Once we’re done fighting why don’t we sit down and heave a meal in the gravity chamber?” Wondered Noxa, “I’ll tell you all about it then — deal?”
The previous stance of nape and hip grabbing had been kept through the length of her response, albeit only now would the amazon begin to truly gather her power in preparation for an attack. She had no idea what kind of gambit Shemha planned, so the redhead decided to prepare herself accordingly. Yet another scarlet vine separated itself from her hair, emerging from beneath the cascade of scarlet and curving halfway around Noxa’s form. The half-heart shaped tip of the tendril pointed towards Shemha — the tendril itself being positioned just an inch to the right of Noxa’s cheek.
At its tip, much like Shemha’s own, a red gleam would begin to gather. It looked like another shot of the woman’s earlier blast. A fierce gleam would begin to mark the concentration of ki that Shemha earlier witnessed. The same marble-sized orb would finally make an appearance, signaling that whatever Noxa had planned was ready to be unleashed.
Once more, the gathering of ki caused the woman’s heart the begin throbbing; her endorphins to begin pumping through her system. The virago’s wilder side being beckoned by the gathering of power — a promise of battle that she simply couldn't let go. There was, without a doubt, an influence of Noxa’s Heran genetics to blame, but without a doubt, a vast majority of this thirst of blood came from the woman’s imprints: something that Noxa would soon have to explain to Shemha. Should her mind not be currently bogged down by all of the adrenaline it was likely that is what she would be thinking of: a way to put her past without alienating her sparring partner.
[ 2/3 KP ] [ [N1] Scarlet Crush charging 33% ==> 66% ]
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Post by Shemha on Oct 11, 2016 17:52:11 GMT
Back on her feet, she eyed the red head across from her. There was a very real chance that Noxa would choose not to answer the question. It would be a shame, but Shemha wouldn’t force the issue if she did. The two were friends, but that term was so loosely defined by the Majin she didn’t expect the girl to just answer anything she asked. So far she had lied too, mislead and interrogated her friend in order to benefit herself. Several times she hesitated to do so, the woman’s friendly nature and good company almost enough to rein the Majin in. Ultimately though, she could not deny the potential her time with the strange girl offered.
Unfortunately, the simple answer she returned took the less informational route. No bother, she would press for more in the future. Perhaps after enough alcohol entered the woman’s system her tongue would prove to be far looser. Full prepared to reengage Shemha was pleasantly surprised when her companion opened her mouth to continue.
At the mention of multiple parts to her signature, Shemha focused her senses. By practice she scanned individuals when she met them, but only on the surface level. That was all she needed to catalog their power and feeling she got from their signature. With a little more focus on Noxa’s she discovered the woman’s words were accurate. Namekian…and two she did not recognize. Well educated, in terms of what one needed to know to navigate the Universe, Shemha had not spent much time learning the signatures of the less than common races.
She wanted to know more, understand what Noxa was and why she needed a new place to live. The way she phrased it hinted at limited choices concerning wherever she originated from, a forced departure perhaps. How strange considering the seemingly easy going personality the woman possessed. Might she have developed a bad reputation among the bars of her previous home only to leave in order to build her reputation anew?
Noxa was willing to reveal more, but not now. Through their exchange the Majin did not fail to notice the enjoyment her friend got out of combat. In a lesser sense Shemha got the same, the chance to test and push oneself an activity most sentient creatures found pleasure in. ”Deal. I look forward to it.” She agreed with a slight nod of her head, but not enough to disturb the tentacle that hover over her shoulder.
The energy gathered there was held at bay this entire time. Granting her opponent the time to respond to her question she hadn’t even begun to gather more energy into the small pool of Ki. That turned out to be a mistake. Fully aware of the fact Noxa now gathered energy into that hair-like appendage, Shemha was behind if she wished to contest the pending attack.
In stances that reflected one another, the two females were a short distance apart, but not close enough that the soldier could pounce without risk of taking a shot to the face. Her best option was to rely on the energy within her tentacle. It wasn’t powerful yet, but a technique of hers allowed her to expel a large amount of energy on short notice. The goal here was not to injure Noxa yet she was not disrespectful enough to go easy on her. Only if they pushed themselves would they advance. Shemha chose to push.
Intent on overpowering whatever it was the red head planned, Shemha took action. The point that so clearly housed a miniscule amount of Ki shifted from a soft red glow to an explosion of power. Where barely any energy existed before, a bright lance of dazzling red shot forth. Employing the innate abilities of her magical race, she amplified the beam even further.
Without a counter charge needed the dense ray of Ki stabbed out for Noxa at double what the Majin’s current signature read. While thin and compact, the power of her technique wasn’t in its area of effect, but the speed at which it travel. Twice as fast as most blasts it would likely be on top of the red head in an instant, hopefully with enough power to rip through any counter blast she attempted. In terms of power and speed, it was the epitome of what Shemha was capable of.
Across the chamber the energy released from her finger raced, aimed right for the center of her partner’s chest. The beam nearly hummed thanks to the raw energy contained within it. Should it connect, cleanly or after cutting through a defensive play, the beam would detonate upon impact with potentially devastating effect. Shemha was prepared to shield her eyes from the explosion the moment the blast left the tip of her hair.
Shemha employs her Majin Trick to amplify her PL to 30,427 for this attack, unleashing her Obliteration Lance[MP3] at 30,427PL!
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Post by Fleece on Oct 17, 2016 6:58:53 GMT
Shemha you wrote 10,723 words and will gain 21,137pl!! 116,923+21,137= 138,060pl @noxa sorry again, let me know what you need.
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