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Post by Shemha on Dec 7, 2016 20:29:46 GMT
Thread PL: 676,076
Current PL: 169,076 Heavy Weights on
knew Marcel would not be late if it was in his power to arrive on time. Her assessment of the Hybrid was that strove to be as well-mannered and helpful as possible. Rarely did he fail to be polite in her presence and his constant desire to “pay her back” showcased his desire to treat people with respect, especially when he felt they treated him the same. That being said, there were multiple occasions where he exhibited his ability to be distracted or hesitate because he was not comfortable with something. For the most part it seemed to stem around the close proximity to a female, but that was not the limit of his awkwardness.
None of these were faults in the Majin’s minds, just traits. For better or for worse they defined exactly who Marcel Law was. The male she knew would make his best effort to arrive on time if not early for their scheduled sparring session. On two separate occasions the pair spent the a part of the day together, yet the interactions were mostly social. Fine with that, enjoying casual conversation more and more, Shemha also wished to see what he was capable of in combat. Briefly she witnessed the strength hidden with him, yet she was curious as to what else might make up his fighting style. Raw power was a factor in combat, but alone it was not enough to secure victory in every scenario.
In the gravity chamber housed within her ship, she stood at the console. Long red fingers danced over the keypad as she fiddled with the room’s settings. Personally she was capable of handling up to sixty times normal gravity, but she was unsure how much experience with the enhanced g-force Marcel had, if any. On top of that she wondered what techniques might make up his arsenal. In recent weeks the Majin had spent hours upon hours training on her own, developing new techniques based off those she witnessed from others and some more of her own creation. Getting to test them in combat while observing potential new techniques from Marcel meant this session would pay off two fold.
Quietly she began to hum to herself. Ten minutes left until the appointed time…plenty of time to check her data logs. With the recent SSE activity she needed to stay up to date if anyone needed her. It was amusing that Marcel knew of her allegiance to the Empire, a fact she kept secret from almost all that she met. Shemha trusted him, yet in the back of her mind could not completely dismiss the idea of him slipping up and giving her away. Unwilling to do anything to remove such a possibility, as Marcel was her friend, she realized she needed to believe he wouldn’t.
As excited as she was for his arrival…she would be just fine if he left his friend behind.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 7, 2016 20:42:39 GMT
( Marcel) (Current PL: 25,840 due to Heavy Weights) (Actual PL: 103,360) The demonic hybrid known as Marcel was making his way to where a certain red skinned woman's ship was located, his hands in his pockets. He was due to meet up with his close friend, Shemha for a sparring session after their brief meeting when he landed on this planet. When he thought about it, the two actually did never have a spar, unless one were to count the time she helped him with his...demons. It's been quite a while since the two have met, and Marcel has come far since their last meeting. He's not only gotten stronger, but he was also able to conquer his 'demons' for now that is.... Though things were different, Marcel still looked down, downer than he usually was. Throughout the entire walk, the hybrid glanced to the side, his eyes lowered a bit. Still the man was upset about nearly getting someone who didn't deserve it killed during an attack that happened in North Capitol back on Earth. He wanted to help, but instead he has done more harm than good. Law sighed before looking down at his own feet while he walked, kicking away a stone, or two along the way before his demonic eyes shifted upwards, noticing that he was drawing closer to the ship. A small smile developed on his face as he tried to get these negative thoughts out of his head. Instead, he thought about once again getting to meet that red Majin who helped change his life. Which led him to thinking about that....hug he shared with her... Marcel's cheeks glowed red, his eyes widened at the thought before looking away which led to him nearly tripping over a rock that was in his path. A small yelp escaped his mouth as he managed to fix himself before looking at the rock then up to the ship. There it was, the enigma herself....or itself. Then came the odd thought of if some ship owners identified their ships of having a gender...which some actually did. No matter, Marcel shook his head, and made his way to his friend's ship, walking up to the button he once mistaken for a doorbell... Well not this time! He pressed, and held onto the button before speaking into it. "Shemha? Are you there? It's me, Marcel. I've come for the spar, but if it's a bad time, I'll come back later." he said, still as polite as ever. He was interested to see what Shemha was capable of as he could barely remember the things she did to him before due to him being in a....state of rage that time. |
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Post by Shemha on Dec 7, 2016 21:21:49 GMT
When the intercom clicked on, Shemha paused, eyes shifting up as she waited for a voice to reveal who it was. Slowly a smile spread on her lips as Marcel’s voice range through. He attempted to be as polite as ever, talking as if he might be bothering her when they agreed on this time. With a slow, amused shake of her head she pressed a button on the terminal before her. Outside he would hear a hiss before the hatch began to lower. Meanwhile, her finger slide to another button, the intercom.
”Come in, Marcel. I am already in the gravity chamber…you do remember how to get to it don’t you?” The only words spoken before the telltale click would be hear as she released the button to close the line from her end. With her ability to sense signature she was able to track him and if he got lost (which wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility) she would know. Back to work on her terminal, she tapped away at the last inputs to her data logs. By the time he made it to the chamber(especially if he got lost or distracted) she would be done with her work and leaning on the console, eyes on the door as he entered.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 7, 2016 21:57:59 GMT
Marcel stood back, awaiting an answer. He looked around despite being the only one around, and rubbed the back of his head. Maybe she wasn't there? He would then flinch a bit at that hissing noise followed by the door lowering. He was certainly not going to get use to that anytime soon that's for sure....
His eyes quickly reverted back to the intercom as he heard the Majin's voice, a smile upon his face. She'd welcome him in then question if he remembered where it was. "S-sure, I....I remember." he....claimed. The hybrid would then walk in, and take a deep breathe, taking in the familiar atmosphere of this glorious ship, unlike that...musky scent within Hunter's ship. He was about to walk deeper in until he realized something. He was.....
Still wearing his shoes!!
Oh the rudeness of this, he would think. Thinking back, Marcel realized that never once has he taken off his shoes while in this ship. The dirt he could've gotten all over Shemha's floor....she must have thought of him as an animal, a savage!! Quickly he kicked his shoes off, and neatly placed them together beside a wall close to the entrance. With his feet now exposed, and naked, the hybrid wiggled his toes some before continuing on his way. He managed to find his way into the lounge area, taking a look around before continuing on. Finally he found a door, and opened it. "It's been quite some time, Shem-" he'd pause, taking a look around at the room. This....wasn't the gravity chamber...."...ha."
Turns out, he doesn't remember where the chambers were. He began to casually look around, opening doors left, and right with still no luck. Soon his walking would turn to speed walking then to full on running as he tried looking for the blasted room. "....Crap." he mumbled, as he leaned up against a door with his arms folded, trying to recollect the last time he was in that room. He could've telepathically asked Shemha for guidance, but he didn't want to come off as stupid....or lost....which he was.
As he believed that all hope was lost, and that he should just swallow his pride, and ask her, the door he leaned on opened, causing him to fall back first into yet another room which to his luck was the Gravity Chamber! He groaned as bit at his head impacting the ground, before tilting his head back to see Shemha standing there (if she hadn't gone looking for him) who appeared upside down from his view.
"My apologies, Shemha, but I had....to find the restroom." he....claimed......Did she even have a restroom!?
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Post by Shemha on Dec 7, 2016 23:48:39 GMT
Shemha didn’t have to go look for him. From the gravity chamber she was capable of following his signature as he wandered through the ship. Personally she felt the vehicle’s layout was rather straightforward, but it seemed that Marcel still struggled with it. In silence she tracked him to the lounge…then the guest quarters, then the kitchen…and several other rooms before he finally came towards the door that led to the gravity chamber. For whatever reason though, he paused just outside of it. Brow lifted slightly as she waited for him to enter, she probably shouldn’t have been surprised when he quite literally fell into the room. He wasn’t exactly the most graceful of individuals.
His words of course only made the Majin’s head shake back and forth slightly. Marcel meant well, but so often he looked lost in general. That was honestly the one thing she fear might be his downfall. A good nature and kind soul wouldn’t damn you when it came to combat, not if you possessed the skill and power to protect it, but to be as careless as the hybrid usually was could spell disaster for him on the battlefield…and potentially for anyone at his side.
”Fair enough.” Shemha responded before she paused as her eyes glanced to his bare feet. ”What happened to your shoes?” Why in the world were his shoes off if he had come to train with her? For the Majin, clothes were simply part of the norm for she really didn’t need them and her “attire” was in fact just part of her body. That aside, she assumed for those with more standard bodies would prefer footwear when engaging in combat, anything to further protect the feet when kicking.
Internally she hoped that he was ready to take this seriously. Friends or not, Shemha looked to gain whatever she could from any training session she involved herself with. There was no reason they could not be polite and friendly during the spar, but she looked to be pushed and would do the same to her opponent. If either of them were to benefit from this then the both of them were going to need to give it their all. Hopefully, Marcel’s light hearted nature would not hold him back from giving the Majin a real challenge.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 8, 2016 1:03:25 GMT
"Hm?" Marcel who was still on the floor would tilt his head up to look at his bare feet, remembering that he had taken them off. "Oh, right." he'd say as he began to pick himself up. "Well, it would be rude to just walk around someone's home with their shoes on, no?" he'd ask, patting his attire as he made it back to his feet, looking towards the Majin with a smile. His smile would slowly fade however as he'd realize that the woman wasn't in a joking mood from the expression on her face. He began to wonder if he did something wrong, perhaps it was because he kept her waiting? Or maybe she had a problem with bare feet....
The hybrid's eyes would then widen a bit before lowering as he quickly got into a battle stance, widening his legs some, and balling his hands into fists. It finally struck him that he came all the way out here for a spar, no simple chatting, or kidding around. She must think him to be a fool at this point. "Right! I haven't forgotten, Shemha." he'd smirk, remaining in this position of his. The last time they were here, Marcel was trying to conquer his inner demons which resulted in him showing the woman a rather brutish, and sloppy display of his normal fighting style. Things were going to be different this time. He was going to show her what he was really capable of.
"Ready when you are." he'd say, waiting for her to strike before once again widening his eyes at another realization. "Or...unless this is actually about the shoes, then I can go ahead, and get them if you'd like." he'd smile, sheepishly before rubbing the back of his head...
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Post by Shemha on Dec 8, 2016 3:32:16 GMT
Marcel would do well to remember how often the female Majin was serious, despite even his light hearted nature. Since her revelation, she made efforts to be more open and more of a conversationalist, but when she was focused on an objective she still often came off as cold or in the very least, blunt. Today training was on her mind and that is where her focused lied. Perhaps he would be pleased though when she did crack a small smile as he asked if the fact he wasn’t wearing shoes did really bother her.
”What you wear for attire is of no consequence of me. Fight in the nude if you want, clothes do not amplify ones skills directly.” Serious indeed, she still couldn’t help, but jab at him a little. Un-phased by anything sort of sexual humor and the like, she was well aware how awkward her often was. On several occasions her statements caused him turn a bright red or worse. Clearly this was an area he was uncomfortable with. Shemha would not see any attraction he might have towards her, beyond that of friendship as she remained quite dense to those sorts of views.
”I do hope you are ready though, because I am not going to be holding back on you today. Once we are ready to begin, I will expect us both to do our best.” Her tone might almost come off as that of a teacher, even if it wasn’t her goal. She wanted him to know how seriously she took this, that was all. As she finished the statement, her fingers danced over the console before her as she activated the gravity chamber. With several more taps, she set the multiplier to ten times what was normal. She was fine with it…but how would Marcel handle the sudden shift.
Gravity enhanced training was a strange thing. One’s ability to handle increased g-forces was not a direct relation to their strength and signature, but more matter of conditioning. The body was not all muscle and bone, those things mostly enhanced by physical training, but also organs and blood. Everything needed to adjust when put under this new force in order for the body to fully adapt. Only then could you begin to function normally. Shemha found she adjusted quickly to these new setting, perhaps thanks to her less common genetic makeup, but how would Marcel react? She hoped it wasn’t too much for him.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 8, 2016 4:09:11 GMT
"Eh..." Shemha just knew how to press the right, or perhaps wrong...buttons. Once again, his cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree, though his expression, and stance wouldn't change. Though topics like these can prove to be....distracting to the hybrid, it would never distract him from a battle, most likely....He actually never had to deal with lewd comments during a battle, or sparring session, so this may prove interesting if the Majin were to continue with her...comments.
"N-no, I prefer my clothes...." he'd claim, nodding at the woman's comment of hoping he was ready, a small smirk appearing on his face. He was ready to spar, but it appeared that Shemha was not as her fingers hovered over a console before she began pressing buttons. What was she doing? Marcel looked at her fingers than to her face. "She-" then suddenly....
BAM!
It felt like a weight landed upon the hybrid's back, causing him to crouch a bit while grunting. "Wh-what the...what was..." he'd struggle for a bit at the sudden shift in gravity, but slowly he'd raise to his feet, his body still shaking a bit as it was obvious that he wasn't use to this. Never has he ever experienced gravity training, so he had no idea what was going on. "Did you do...this?" he questioned the red Majin while looking at his hands, slowly balling them back into a fist before looking at her. She appeared quite fine, so maybe he was just coming down with some form of illness? Either way, he'd take his stance back, teeth gritting as he fought through this shift in gravity. Whether it was an illness, or not, Marcel was just not going to give up on this spar so easily.
Perhaps it was the Saiyan in him again shouting out.
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Post by Shemha on Dec 8, 2016 15:35:24 GMT
As the enhanced gravity hit the pair of them. Shemha wasn’t exactly surprised to see Marcel drop to a knee. In all honestly it slipped her mind that he might not be able to handle the sudden increase, especially if he was completely new to the experience of enhanced gravity. With a casual cock of her head, she stepped away from the console and towards the center of the room. Eyes on him she wore a small smirk as he struggled with his words, a clear sign of the strain.
”I did. This chamber has the ability enhance the gravity within it. Forgive me for not giving you a fair warning, a slight oversight on my part. Take a moment to adjust, and then we can begin.” Rolling her shoulders casually as she looked to be quite comfortable in this enhanced setting, Shemha was indeed used to it. Far exceeding his capabilities, she could handle much higher gravity settings. That was neither hear nor there, this was in no way a comparison between the two of them, but a challenge for them both.
Speaking to that, she was well aware that her power far exceeded that of her friends. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself before starting to suppress her signature. If this was to benefit the both of them then they needed to be on somewhat even footing. Signature dipping down, it dropped until it leveled out with his own. In the same area, she would be able to match him for power…even if her defensive genetic structure left her at a slight advantage. That was something she would keep to herself for now, an addition challenge for her friend.
Across from him, and her signature set to match his she was ready to go. As the host, this being her ship, she dipped into a slight curtsy to signify she was ready. ”You are my guest so I invite you to make the first move and we shall begin.”
PL suppressed to 25,840
KP - 3/3
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 8, 2016 17:06:38 GMT
Marcel would perk his head up a bit. This room had the ability to manipulate gravity? Very interesting it was to the hybrid, and he would've asked why she had such a feature, but it struck him that it was obviously for training purposes, saving himself from asking such a ridiculous question. The hybrid could tell that Shemha has gotten use to this as she simply stood there without issue. Though he managed to regain his footing, it would still be obvious to others that this shift in gravity was proving some difficulty to Law as he continued to shake a bit.
Still, he wasn't here to complain about this, especially since the Majin seemed like she wanted to utilize this for the training. Perhaps by the end of this, Marcel will be able to resist this gravity shift like his sparring partner. He'd smirk some as Shemha invited him to throw the first punch, feeling her ki drop to around his level in the process. "I will try my best to make this as interesting as possible."
It was time...
Without warning, the hybrid seemingly vanished, quickly reappearing behind the Majin, back facing back. He would twirl one of his legs around in an attempt to stagger the red woman in a way that she might fall forward, but before she would, he'd attempt to grab what he believed to be her hair with both hands, trying to flip Shemha over his shoulder, and face first onto the ground, gritting his teeth as he continued to fight with this gravity along the way!
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Post by Shemha on Dec 8, 2016 18:34:13 GMT
Over the years Shemha spent many hours training with her previous master, his lessons having shaped the foundation of her entire fighting style. Since his demise and her venture out on her own, the Majin always made efforts to train with any other she could, regardless of their background or relation to her. Ront always spoke to experience and observation as the two strongest ways to enhance your own abilities. Every warrior was capable in his or her own right, but minds were different, experiences were different and everyone evolved differently. Through that evolution they adapted new techniques and new styles, each of these varying from warrior to warrior. Through training sessions and acute observations one could learn from others to expand their own arsenal. That was exactly what Shemha wanted to do, see what Marcel was capable of and compare it to her own abilities.
When he disappeared, she was instantly familiar with the technique. Enhanced speed allowed you to get the jump on your opponent and hopefully land the first strike, yet often enough the user went for a back attack. There was always luck involved in combat to some extent and that was the exact reason Shemha was able to turn and bring her arm up in time to block Marcel’s swinging leg. As the two made their first contact and now that Marcel was not consumed by rage like their first session he might notice the strange density to her body. When his foot connected her skin felt almost rubbery yet at the same time it held strong against his strike. Lithe and slender in appearance, Shemha was far more durable than she looked.
Kick block, a sudden reshaping of her arm twisted her arm so that the front of her forearm now faced his leg. Bending unnaturally her arm quite literally wrapped around his leg before she attempted to turn and toss him across the room. Should the maneuver be successful, Shemha would press her attack. The first strike had been awarded to him based on etiquette, but the fight was on now. Taking to the air she would move after him, trying to follow across the chamber as she began to launch ki blasts in his direction. Her arms alternated as she aimed to bombard him with a vicious string of energy blasts, each sphere throw at his airborne figure. This all based on if her initial grab and throw succeeded.
Shemha manages to block the sneak attack. Grabbing for Marcel a throw is attempted before she follows up with a barrage of Ki blasts!
3/3 KP Remaining
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 8, 2016 20:02:39 GMT
Marcel's initial attack had failed, finding his leg grabbed by the Majin! At first, he was surprised, eyes widened a bit, but it would slowly turn into an impressed smirk as he had a feeling that such an obvious maneuver wouldn't get to her. He was also no too surprised by how she felt since he did share a...hug...with her after all. What did catch his attention, was how strong she was despite her stretchy body. It would definitely not be wise to take this woman lightly.
After being sent flying across the room, Marcel would skid on his back some as the Majin lifted from the ground, pursuing her foe with a barrage of ki blasts! Quickly taking notice of this barrage, the hybrid managed to get back on his feet, and started to deflect each incoming blast, taking off into the air as well shortly after! He'd take a page from the woman's book, and lift one of his palms towards her, sending a small barrage of dark ki blasts aimed at her face. Whether they make contact, or not, Marcel would try to follow it up with a swift kick to her side once he's gotten close enough! If the attack landed, he'd try to follow it up by clasping both hands together, ramming them down against the top of her head with enough force to send her downwards, but he wouldn't let her hit the ground...
If successful, Marcel would attempt to dive down past the falling Majin, dark ki concentrating around one of the hybrid's fists. Once Shemha was inches from the ground, Law would immediately land, bare feet thudding onto the ground with a little bit of extra force thanks to the gravity, and send said ki coated fist upwards against the woman's chin, trying to land an uppercut that could send the Majin flying if hit!
Just because he claimed her to be his best friend didn't mean that Marcel would go easy on her. It would be an insult if he did.
KP: 2/3
-[N1] Shadow Punch
A basic attack that involves the user coating one of their fists in a dark aura before hitting their target with said powered up fist. (33% of the user's pl) (8,527 PL)
(Marcel had been flung across the room, but managed to deflect Shemha's ki blast barrage. He then charged to her, sending his own brief barrage aimed at her face, following it with a kick to the side, ramming his fists against the top of her head in an attempt to send her downwards. He would then attempt a ki coated uppercut before she hit the ground!)
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Post by Shemha on Dec 8, 2016 22:16:22 GMT
More than pleased to see that her friend wasn’t all talk and blunders, she let a smirk creep onto her face as his hands worked to deflect her barrage of Ki blasts. Not having fully unleashed her strength with the string of attacks, she knew he could handle them in terms of power, it was his technique she was unsure of. Their little spat the first time they stepped into the chamber was over in seconds, his rage subsided and the test complete. In those few moments she saw what strength he possessed, but not if he had any finesse to back it up. The way he slapped the blasts aside with perfectly timed strikes made it clear for the first time he knew how to fight.
As he answered with his own volley of blasts, she returned the favor in kind by methodically slapping them aside. Just like Marcel, she knew how to handle herself and not a single blast landed. Of course that was just fine with her opponent, the string of energy blasts a small distraction as was the kick aimed for her side that her arm dipped to intercept. Guard lowered slightly, she was unable to lift both of her arms in time to deflect the downward strike. Both of his hands clasped together and the strength from both of his arms poured into the strike, her single upraised hand did little to slow the hammer blow.
A small grunt came from the female as her head snapped down, body quick to follow as the force behind the strike transformed her into a red rocket, her destination, the floor. Sailing towards the tiles below her she saw a blur as something zipped past her, the motion likely her opponent, but she couldn’t be one hundred percent sure. Starting to reactivate her bukujutsu and gain control of her decent, she was only able to right herself in the air…a perfect position for his Ki empowered fist to drive up under her chin.
Back up she went, jaw clenched thanks to the impact of the blow. She tasted the sour ichor that was her blood, cheek likely bitten, but nothing serious. Far from finished, Shemha gathered herself in time to flip and halt her ascent before colliding with the ceiling. Rolling her neck as she looked down to the male below her, same smirk on her face.
”Not bad Marcel!” Clear enthusiasm in her voice. Yet, with that came an offensive maneuver of her own. Despite the distance between them, she leveled her right hand in his direction, index finger extended. With but a though red Ki gathered at the tip of the digit for a moment before it fire, a thin red beam lancing out towards him. Unlike normal Ki blasts, the beam was more condenses and traveled far faster. Marcel would have little time to avoid the attack.
After getting smacked around, Shemha manages to halt herself and counter attack with her Lance ability. Dodge that Marcel!
Technique Used - [N1]Lance:By concentration energy into the tip of one of her fingers or the tip of the long tentacle stop her head, Shemha is able to release a concentrated beam of Ki that travels double the speed of an average Ki blast. (33% of the users PL - 8,527)
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 8, 2016 23:08:07 GMT
In all honesty, Marcel was expecting his attacks to miss. Shemha was a skilled fighter, and on a whole different level than Marcel which the hybrid was fully aware of. Then it finally struck him that she had her power lowered, so it made sense. Feeling a little bad about hitting her, Marcel watched as the Majin corrected herself in midair before shouting out a compliment towards the man. Law's frown would turn into a smile before nodding. "I'm glad that pleased you, Shemha, but I wouldn't waste time talking if I were you." he claimed with a smirk. Marcel enjoyed spars very much despite the bad luck he's been having with them lately. Back then, losing a spar would get to the man a lot, but now it just makes things more interesting, makes him want to train harder which was another thing he enjoyed doing!
Getting back into a stance, Marcel watched as the Majin yet again charge another ki blast. Not wanting to wait, Marcel proceeded to fly straight towards her, ready to deflect the blast like he did the others! Unfortunately, he underestimated this one, and before he could react, the hybrid was beamed in the chest by that speedy projectile, causing him to fall back some with a grunt. Marcel managed to stop himself from hitting the ground, and floated there, a hand resting on his chest as he looked down at it. "Now that was really impressive." he'd claim, his voice a bit low from the attack. He looked up to Shemha, and grinned a little, something he rarely did. He was loving it! Loving the spar against his friend, having never battled against anyone like her before. The whole being able to shift her body around, the flexibility, it was strange, but a new experience that was really beneficial to the hybrid. Perhaps one day he'd have to do battle against a Majin with sinister intent, and Marcel would be able to look back on the things he learned from sparring with Shemha as a way to combat them.
Without much warning, Marcel would once again appear to vanish, but only to reappear right in front of the red woman instead of behind her, hoping that such a straight forward maneuver would catch her by surprise! He would then attempt to unleash a series of punches aimed at her face, following with an arm around her neck as he tried to dive down to the ground with her. If successful, he'd have Shemha crash back first into the ground with the hybrid sitting on top of her, hands clenched on her smooth wrists, staring her in the eyes. Normally a position like this would turn Marcel into a flustered mess, but when it came to battles, he saw nothing else pretty much....unless one were to point it out.
"I do apologize if this is too much for you, Shemha." he'd tease with a small smirk. It was almost as if Marcel was an entirely different person during battles.
KP: 3/3
(Marcel got bashed straight in the chest by Shemha's speedy ki blast! But that won't be enough to stop him! As a counter, the man attempted to unleash a series of blows towards the woman's face before diving her down to the ground where he attempts to pin her!)
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Post by Shemha on Dec 9, 2016 0:43:32 GMT
While this session was clearly designed to benefit the both of them, Shemha hadn’t realized how Marcel might benefit in more ways than just the combat experience against whatever techniques she might know. Rarely having met one of her kind and never having engaged one, she sometimes overlooked the latent advantage her body had against others. The ability to absorb blows, reshape and even regenerate strong traits that the majority of lifeforms did not possess. To engage a Majin in real combat as your first experience with one was likely a challenge most would avoid if possible. No warrior wanted to fight a foe they did not understand or that they lacked knowledge on if they could help it. Hopefully this would be a valuable lesson for Marcel.
Her Lance technique struck true, its speed and accuracy hard to contend with especially when you rushed at her headfirst. The small detonation that followed its contact with his chest was enough to send him back to the ground as small wisps of smoke rose from the point of contact. His compliment was taken in silence as she held her position in the air.
When he disappeared she expected another attack from behind or perhaps one from the side, but he chose the least likely of the scenarios and came at her from the front. Several strikes connected with her unprepared face, each one jolting her head back as the force transferred from his knuckles to her head. Looking dazed, she was an easy target for his follow up as he threw an arm around her neck. Not resisting the tug she rocketed down towards the ground with him to hit the floor with a thud a moment later. The truth of the matter was she wasn’t resisting really, wanting him to understand he needed more than strikes and slams to win this fight.
Surprisingly enough there was a confident smile on her face as she sat up to pin her arms to the tile.
”Too much for me? Marcel, I have barely felt a thing. You’ve never fought against a Majin before have you? I should inform you we are rather durable and incredible malleable.” No sooner had the final word left her mouth then he would feel her body almost melt in his grip. Similar to a thickened liquid her whole form shifted as it dove between his legs and up around his back. By the time she solidified again, she was pressed to him, arms wrapped around his chest in a bear hug. Chin on his shoulder she wore a wide grin, the expression playful compared to her normal demeanor.
Shemha was not the same person once she began to enjoy herself either.
”See?” Her grip then tightened as she rose to her feet and took him with her, twisting as she looked to slam him back down into the tiled floor with all her strength. She weathered his slam just fine thanks to her increased durability, but how would the fleshy hybrid handle the same thing? Shemha wanted to see.
Marcel manages to slam Shemha into the ground, but with little effect. Able to shift free of his pin attempt the Majin looks to drive him into the tiles and see how he likes it!
No KP used – 3/3 KP now available.
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