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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 9, 2016 1:40:42 GMT
A frown grew on Marcel's face, disappointed at the fact that he wasn't doing much damage. Still he knew little about Majins, and how they ticked. She had the ability to morph her body around, AND handle a lot more punishment than anything else the hybrids come against! This would make things even more interesting however. Marcel gritted his teeth as Shemha began to liquefy, his grasp on her now gone. She had slithered away from the guy who had little to no options on how to react to this. Next he'd feel the warm embrace of the woman on his back, squeezing the guy with her arms around him, his eyes widening, and cheeks...glowing. How could he be so foolish, letting her slip from his fingers like this!? Now he was at her mercy, and must find a way out of her grasp before she tried something....
But unfortunately, he didn't think fast enough...
Law found himself being risen up before SLAMMED back down onto the ground, face first. Marcel grunted, and groaned shortly after, laying there for a bit. His head colliding with the metal ground was certainly going to leave the hybrid with a headache, but it wasn't enough to make him call quits. "You say..." the hybrid turned his head to the side before continuing. "...you're a lot more...durable right?" Marcel would snicker a bit before developing a small grin. "Then, it looks like I'm going to have to hit...harder then..." shortly after saying that, he'd proceed to whip his head back, attempting to ram the back of his head straight into the woman's face. If successful, he'd follow with an elbow to her chest, hoping these strikes would be enough to loosen her grip of him. If it did, he would crawl from under her, and take to the air!
Marcel would look down at the Majin, and hold out his hands, spheres of dark ki forming in both palms which slowly grew in size, and power. This was a big risk, but if the hybrid managed to pull this off, then perhaps he'd be able to deal some heavy damage against his sparring partner with no fear of dealing anything lethal if what she said about being durable is true.
Ki: 3/3
[V2] Stalking Phantom Balls
An upgraded variant of Phantom Ball. In a similar fashion to Phantom Ball, the user concentrates orbs of dark ki within both their hands. Once ready, the user clenches the orbs before throwing them at heir target, exploding upon impact, doing 33% of the user's pl in damage. This ability has the homing effect. (Attempting to charge to 66%)
(Marcel took the slam to the ground, leaving him a bit dazed at first! But would then attempt to bash Shemha's face with the back of his head followed with an elbow to the chest in an attempt to escape her grasp! If successful, he'd fly into the air, and begin to charge his attack!)
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Post by Shemha on Dec 9, 2016 5:17:51 GMT
Body bending as needed, Shemha felt the impact reverberate through her as she drove Marcel down into the floor with an audible thud. Another advantage her malleable body provided was the ability to bend and twist however she wanted. Unlike creatures with bones or a carapace, there was nothing to limit her movement. Such flexibility allowed her to slam him to the ground with her upper half while her lower half remained sturdy underneath her. Again, the uniqueness of a Majin’s body offered countless latent traits that made combat all the easier for her.
That did not make her kind inherently superior to everyone she came across though, skill and power still definitely factors when it came down to combat. Just because she was durable didn’t mean that others were not and when Marcel drove his head back into hers followed by a solid elbow to the center of her chest, it was clear he could take his hits just fine.
Shemha staggered back from the two blows, the hybrid escaping her grasp as she did. Not moving to pursue him immediately, she regained her balance and shifted her attention back to him. In the air she saw the energy that gathered around his hands, a clear indication that he was gathering Ki for his next attack. Unsure of his techniques, she didn’t know what it was he planned to do, but whatever it was would be more powerful than anything he had attempted thus far.
”You do not disappoint, Marcel.” Shemha commented as she held her ground. Feet planted firmly on the floor she began to summon more Ki into her slender figure, letting it pool within her. Still feeling relatively fresh she was more than willing to try and match his growing power. Let them see whose technique won out. Like any fighter, she was confident it would be hers.
”Tell me, your techniques, are they of your own creation or have you received teaching?” In their past meetings she learned a little about his past, but there were many details that remained a mystery to her. While she witness and took mental notes of his fighting style and abilities, why not try to learn more about the man behind him? After all, that’s what friends did…right?
Marcel escape’s Shemha’s grasp and while he begins to charge his own attack, she gathers energy as well…but for what type of attack?
Masked Ki Charge Used
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 9, 2016 17:12:07 GMT
The orbs of darkness slowly rotated in the hybrid's hands as he watched Shemha get back on her feet. It was obvious those previous attacks weren't going to have much of an effect which brought a smirk to Marcel's face. She wasn't going to go down easily which the hybrid admired a lot. But he had confidence that this attack he was charging was going to at least do some heavy damage if he manages to land it. He'd feel the ki building up within the red skinned woman, perhaps she is charging an attack as well? All the more interesting, but it also meant that Marcel had to pay closer attention.
"Actually...I'm not completely sure where my techniques come from." Marcel answered. looking down at his charging attacks. "My stepfather taught me how to use my defensive, and evasive moves, but everything else...it would just come naturally as if they were recorded into my mind." he'd look back at Shemha before shaking his head some. His offensive attacks were a result of his mixed species, mainly his demon half. Though odd, the race of demons Marcel's father comes from would pass these unholy techniques from offspring to offspring, but soon after these attacks would just come naturally. Those demons were a very violent race that studied little in anything defensive, and would rather take on an attack full on than trying to protect themselves. "I trained them, made them stronger, but...it doesn't feel like I created them." he claimed. "I know, it sounds rather odd, and possibly boring." the hybrid chuckled some. "May I ask where you learned yours?" he was sure the Majin's story would prove to be much more interesting than his own, but still he couldn't take his eyes off of her in case she'd try something sneaky.
His intention was to strike with his attack at this point, but he'd slowly get distracted by the talk, now wondering even more about where his techniques came from....
(Sorry for the lack of action in this one, and the boring explanation <.<; Hopefully, I can make things interesting next post!)
KP: 3/3
[V2] Stalking Phantom Balls
An upgraded variant of Phantom Ball. In a similar fashion to Phantom Ball, the user concentrates orbs of dark ki within both their hands. Once ready, the user clenches the orbs before throwing them at heir target, exploding upon impact, doing 33% of the user's pl in damage. This ability has the homing effect. (Attempting to charge to 99%)
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Post by Shemha on Dec 9, 2016 19:06:43 GMT
His explanation was not what she expected. The others she trained with over the years learned their techniques through tutelage and time. Marcel admitted that a number of them came from his father’s lessons, but that others were something akin to natural talent. An interesting and unique perspective for sure. Shemha wasn’t sure how that would work really, but perhaps it had something to do with his demon half. She knew little of the creatures and was unsure how their genetics worked. This would require greater information and some research on her part.
”I learned under the direction of my previous master to start, his teachings helping form the fighter I am today. More recently I have begun to develop them on my own, most based off observations of others. I find the best way to expand your own arsenal is to explore another.” Shemha explained, her tale not that exciting itself. That was the thing about the truth, it wasn’t always the most entertaining thing, but it remained the truth.
On the ground she continued to gather energy herself, the Ki pooling within her as the two exchanged words. The strain on her body would soon become obvious as she stored more power within herself, even her body stressing to contain such power. All the while though a small grin hung about her face, the Majin clearly enjoying this.
Shemha continues to charge, the power within her body continuing to increase.
KP 3/3 Remaining - Masked Ki Charge to 99%
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 9, 2016 20:34:16 GMT
"Well, it has certainly paid off if you were to ask me." Marcel complimented after hearing her explanation. Though, what really caught the hybrid's attention was Shemha's mentioning of a master? He remembered her speaking about being a former mercenary, but he couldn't recall anything about a master. Perhaps she was a slave previously, or maybe she just....he didn't want to think about the possible second option. Still, it appeared that Shemha had some sort of role model in her life who helped mold her into the woman she is today.
Though, this wasn't the time for admiring....
The grin formed on the Majin's face was surprising since the hybrid had never seen Shemha do such a thing. Battles sure did have a funny ability of changing people. His eyes still set upon Shemha, Marcel felt whatever this woman was charging grow in strength. He needed to take action, and he needed to take it now! Believing the attacks that he was in return charging was ready, Marcel slowly clenched his fists with the balls of ki shrinking within, a smirk developing on his face. His arms crossed, hands still clenched while his heart raced, being pumped with energy at the anticipation of this moment. Shortly after, the hybrid released his arms, opening his hands at the same time towards the Majin, the two orbs of dark ki racing from his palms, and out towards the woman at extreme speed! If they are to make contact with the woman, they would set off a large explosion of dark ki which at this level may do some heavy damage!
Marcel would float there, waiting to see what's to come next.
KP: 1/3
[V2] Stalking Phantom Balls
An upgraded variant of Phantom Ball. In a similar fashion to Phantom Ball, the user concentrates orbs of dark ki within both their hands. Once ready, the user clenches the orbs before throwing them at heir target, exploding upon impact, doing 33% of the user's pl in damage. This ability has the homing effect. (Charged to 99%) (25,581 PL)
(Marcel finally set of his attack, flinging the dual orbs towards Shemha in hopes that they will make contact, and go BOOM!)
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Post by Shemha on Dec 10, 2016 1:57:39 GMT
Shemha’s history was something she willingly shared with any who asked for details. Many would likely not understand the life she lead before she found herself on her own, but that did little to hold her back when telling the tale. Personally she could care less if they did not approve or found it strange for it was the life she was knew and would not shy away from it. Quite literally the property of her previous master, there were no hard feelings on her end of the relationship.
Ront always treated her with respect and until the day he died, there was no bad blood between them. The only reason she absorbed him when he lay dying was because it was the only way she knew to help him and help preserve his memory. From that day forth, he lived on within the Majin. He trained her, but he also made up part of her current personality. Before Shemha was shy and quiet, uncertain about how to move forward in many situations without guidance. Now she made her own decisions and even had her own goals, a drastic change from the woman she had once been.
Focus never having left the charging hybrid, she was ready when he unleashed the two dark orbs of energy in her direction. Watching them as the powered up blasts shot towards her, she answered with a charged technique of her own. The Ki stored up within her rose towards her head in a fashion not many warriors could utilize. Opening her mouth, the usually soft spoken and polite Majin released a deafening Ki empowered scream.
With so much power packed into the Kiai as it released the air would visible ripple as the energy rippled towards the two blasts that Marcel launched a moment before. Meeting the dark spheres midway between the two fighters, her shock wave deflected the oncoming attacks. Both blasts forced off to the side as her Kiai would continue on its way towards Marcel. Should he not avoid it, the enhanced sound wave would slam him backwards into the wall of the gravity chamber. This was exactly what the techniques was designed for it and it often caught her opponents off guard due to its uniqueness.
Whether Marcel was surprised or not, Shemha was sure in for one. The two blasts she expertly deflected with her own attack did not collide with the sides of the chamber. Instead they slowed their horizontal momentum and began to curve back towards her. Realizing too late that they possessed ability to track their target, her only reaction possible was to bring her arms up in front of her chest and face to weather the blasts the best she could.
On her feet she was caught between the two spheres when they slammed into her. Both detonated on impact and in an instant the rolling energy from the explosions enveloped her. The groan of pain she let out was no doubt drowned out by blast itself. The pair of attacks having hit from the front more than her sides provided plenty of momentum to launch her backwards.
Through the air she shot, a trail of smoke left in her wake as she flew across the chamber. A faction of a second later her malleable body slammed into the wall. Being flexible provided no advantage against that sort of hit. The groan from the impact more audible at this point she would then drop to the floor of the chamber as a visible crack spread up the wall. On her stomach, she most definitely needed a moment to get back to her feet. Body still smoking, there was no doubt she felt that one.
Shemha launches her charge Kiai in order to deflect Marcel’s attacks and is successful. Unfortunately his attacks have the capability to home and find her anyway!
[N1]Kiai used at a 99% of Shemha’s power! (25,581 PL) 1/3 KP remaining
[N1]Kiai: Harnessing energy deep within her, Shemha is able to release a powerful shock wave of Ki from her mouth. The blast can do damage, propel Shemha through the air or even deflect incoming Ki attacks of an equal or lower strength. It can be specifically channeled into a single point for a precision strike or released in a large wave.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 10, 2016 3:20:08 GMT
Marcel couldn't help but smirk when he sent his orbs of dark ki to the Majin. He knew full well about the homing ability this technique of his was capable of, and had a feeling that it would catch Shemha by surprise in one way, or another. But then, the woman set off her own charged attack. What caught the hybrid off guard about this attack of hers was how it was formed. A shock wave of some sort, blasting out of the woman's mouth with a rippling effect! The ear piercing blast deflected the hybrid's initial attack at first, but fortunately, they would find their way back to Shemha, and deliver a pretty unforgiving blow. Marcel however would have to deal with his own problems...
Like a hammer, the shock wave rammed Marcel back first into a wall with a loud groan, gritting his teeth until the attack finished. He dropped all the way to the ground onto his side with a loud thud, his ears ringing from that noisy attack. He looked in Shemha's direction, but it was obvious from the look on his face that he was dazed, and unable to move. He wasn't even all that there in his mind, wondering what the hell had just happened? Who would get up first!?
Or were they both down for the count?
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(The Kiai bashed Marcel with full force against a wall, leaving the poor hybrid dazed on the ground!)
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Post by Shemha on Dec 10, 2016 6:01:47 GMT
Unaware of if her own attack caught Marcel or not, Shemha remained on the ground. Chest pressed to the cool floor, she felt pain wash over her with each deep inhale. Panting as a result of taking those blasts head on, her vision came and went. The blinding flash combined with the bone jarring impact against the wall, left her head spinning, but slowly she began to refocus.
Hands sliding up along the floor, each palm pressed to the tiles near her shoulders. Putting some effort into it she shoved herself up, first to all fours and then a knee. With one final grunt she rose to her feet, staggering a few steps as the last wisps of smoke rolled of her slender figure. A roll of her neck sent the Majin’s focus across the chamber to Marcel. Considering he was on the floor and no longer aloft, her attack must have hit.
”Not bad…not bad at all. If it wasn’t clear already, I didn’t expect those to home in on me like that.” Shemha remarked with a chuckle.
”Ready to continue?” She asked. Normally in a spar like this she didn’t hold back in the slightest, but he was proving himself to her and she wanted to make sure he was okay. Besides…she could use another moment or two herself.
No techniques used.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 10, 2016 23:11:59 GMT
Feeling like a train had slammed into him at full force, Marcel continued to lay there, his vision slowly coming back to him. His body was bruised in various places, and it felt like he couldn't move a single muscle at first. The first thing the hybrid noticed was Shemha staggering a bit before she got back on her feet. It seems that they both took a heavy blow, but that didn't mean this battle was over! As she spoke, Marcel twitched some before slowly raising himself up with his arms as if he were doing a push up. He staggered some, a few grunts here, and there, but managed to get back on his feet, wobbling a bit before looking at Shemha.
"I...never thought you could be that...loud." Marcel joked a bit, but he was actually amazed that someone was capable of utilizing their ki in such a manner, to create a shockwave from out of their mouth. It just seems like Shemha finds new ways to catch Marcel by surprise, and amaze him. When she asked if he were ready to continue, Marcel silently slid back into his fighting stance before nodding, a smile on his bruised up face. They were going to spar until one of them fell unconcious, which was entirely okay with the hybrid!
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Post by Shemha on Dec 11, 2016 13:54:56 GMT
The chuckle she released showcased the Majin’s current mood. Honestly, based on his timid nature, Shemha expected Marcel to be a little lackluster in the combat department. His ability to handle himself and even catch her off guard were pleasant surprises. Taking in one more deep breath she steadied herself for the next round. She most definitely felt that last blast, but she was a durable woman and far from finished.
”I do hope you have more to throw at me though, for that attack will not work a second time.” Shemha remarked before a short pause to shake out her arms. ”If you’re impressed with what my voice can do, wait until you see what my body can really do!” She exclaimed as she burst into motion. The time for casual conversation was over.
Quick, powerful strides put her on a collision course for her hybrid opponent. Defensive by nature, Shemha wasn’t afraid to take the fight to her foes when the time was right. So far Marcel had seen how her moldable body aided her when on the defense, now it was time to see how it could be used to enhance her offense. As she drew closer, her right fist cocked back with a rather straight forward arc to imply a straight on punch.
That is exactly what she intended. The strange part about her attack was that she struck early, a foot or so out of range as her arm thrust forward. Hopefully Marcel was paying attention. For as her arm came towards him, the Majin’s long red fingers fused together as her forearm extended. With a mere thought and near instantly, the end of the appendage morphed into a blade. Thinner than her arm, the weapons reach stretch about a foot past what her arm was normally capable of. Unlike a blunt fist, the “weapon’s” edge was sharpened by Ki, making it as dangerous as any real blade.
Shemha looks to get into the next round as she charges Marcel to deliver a strike, but not just any strike, a thrust from her now bladelike right arm!
[UT]Body Weaponization: Learning to control her malleable body, Shemha has begun to understand shaping her limbs to her will. Through and infusion of Ki the Majin is able to shift her appendages into various shapes and partially solidify them to maintain their new shape. Mostly along the line of weapons such as a sword or an axe, she is able to extend her reach or develop a sharp edge to slash at foes. The purpose of the technique is to give her more versatility and plenty of surprise factor when engaged in close combat.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 11, 2016 23:04:43 GMT
Returning a small chuckle of his own, Marcel crossed his arms while keeping an eye on Shemha. His body was obviously bruised on different locations, including his face, arms, and especially the back. Though his body is in pain, the blood pumping through his veins from the excitement of this battle kept him going. He had no intention of stopping now, and it appeared that his friend didn't neither.
"Oh, don't worry Miss Shemha. I wouldn't dream of disappointing you." he'd claim as his arms fell to his sides. "I'd honestly be disappointed if it did." a smirk rose on his face. The hybrid couldn't wait to see what else Shemha had in store for him! He could tell that she was enjoying this battle, not acting anything like the red Majin he first met. At the same time Marcel wasn't as timid as he normally is, bringing his own somewhat snarky comments to this. But now that the talking was over....
It was time to get back to the fight!
As the Majin began to make her way to Marcel, the hybrid stood his ground with his demonic eyes glued on her like a hawk. He wanted to make sure he didn't miss whatever it was this woman was attempting to do. He noticed Shemha lifting an arm up as if she were readying herself to strike the hybrid with a punch. However, he saw that the arm began to stretch, making its way to Marcel before the Majin! Quickly, Marcel raised his arms up over his face, crossing them like an 'X' in an attempt to block the supposed punch, but instead the hand morphed into a....blade!? Marcel's eyes widened at the surprising yet interesting sight. The hybrid needed to react fast since this didn't seem like something he could simply deflect, and it was coming fast! The only option Marcel saw at this moment was to go up, so that is what he did.
With the blade mere inches from Marcel, he managed to take off into the air, but due to his injuries, and the gravity change still in effect, Marcel would feel the stingy pain of the bladed hand, cutting through his shirt as he went upwards, slicing a bit against his stomach, and chest! Now in midair, Marcel looked down at his ruined shirt with some blood dripping from the front of his body. However, he wasn't irritated in the least, but the exact opposite. The man grinned before ripping off the rest of his shirt, revealing his bare, and now bloody upper body. Once what was left of the shirt finally descended to the ground, Marcel sent a barrage of dark ki blasts Shemha's way, but wasn't exactly aiming for her as he tried to make it look. He instead hit the ground right in front of her feet to kick up some dust, and smoke to blur her vision. With that done, and not even waiting for all of the blasts he has sent to finish hitting the ground, Marcel would swoop down to the Majin, and attempt to send a series of blows with his fists! He'd attempt to go for her face, chest, and stomach a couple of times before rising up a bit from the ground to try a spin kick to the side of her face with enough force to send her flying to another wall hopefully.
If the spin kick is successful, the hybrid would clench his fist, a dark aura forming around it. As the ki built up in that fist, Marcel would charge at Shemha again, and if he gets close enough, he will attempt to send said ki powered fist point blank into the Majin's stomach. It may not do as much damage as his previous attack, but this could still pack quite the punch! ....Pun entirely intended.
KP: 2/3 (If the spin kick was successful.)
-[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)
-Marcel is grazed by the bladed attack, and responds to it by firing ki blasts towards Shemha in an attempt to distract her before coming up to her with a series of blows followed by a spin kick, and a ki infused punch!-
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Post by Shemha on Dec 12, 2016 0:09:41 GMT
On she came, bladed arm stabbing in for the center of his chest. Through deception her plan was to catch him off guard, but deep down she hoped he would be able to prove himself and avoid the attack. With her strength behind the strike and the sharpened point of her weaponized arm aimed right for his chest, there was a real potential for serious injury should he be caught flat footed. Aware that such a strike might prove mortal, Shemha hadn’t made such a gamble without a way to guarantee his safety. Stowed away in her belt was a single senzu bean and if she ran him through, the Majin would not hesitate to use it on him. A friend would not meet their end at her hands.
As expected though, Marcel was a fighter. With the instincts only a warrior could possess he took to the air. His reward for reacting so quickly, the edge of her blade only grazed his torso instead of punching a hole through it. Up through the air the hybrid arched, shifting behind her as she remained in the air. The only casualty here was his shirt.
Shemha turned to adapt to this angle only to be met with a wave of ki blasts, all of which came up short. As the Ki spheres detonated along the floor at her feet it quickly became clear what he was doing. With a low growl she strolled right into the dust cloud his barrage created, arm reverted back to its normal shape. The Majin met him full on as he came with his string of punches, her own arms working to meet or block each and every strike. Only when he sent that spin kick, did he come close to catching her off guard.
Right forearm lifted to block the blow she felt it move her light body anyway. With enough force behind the strike the momentum transfer was enough to take her from her feet. A single flip was all she did in the air before he was on top of her again. Her own feet slid on the floor as she halted her movement to match his newest rush. Dark energy encased his fist as he closed on her. Despite the fact his fist went for her open stomach, her grin never left her face. If he wanted to strike, she would strike.
Instead of making any sort of attempt to block his incoming strike, she shifted to deliver one of her own. Blow for blow was Shemha’s game and she was more than willingly to play. Right arm coming forward, Ki concentrated in her fist. Unlike Marcel’s attack though, there was no glow or visible Ki that revealed the power behind the incoming strike. As she took the hard shot to the gut, she swung to strike him across the jaw with her own empowered strike in an exchange of blows.
Air rushed from her lungs as his fist sunk into her soft belly. The red flesh of her flat stomach rippled for a moment before the rest of her body caught up and the Majin shot backwards. Pain blossoming out from her core she wasn’t even sure if her own strike hit, but she had to believe he couldn’t avoid it at such close range. More pressing was the way her own body flew backwards, sailing through the air until she found the side of the gravity chamber yet again.
The audible thud of her bubblegum body crashing to the wall filled her ears before she found herself on the floor again. ”Uhhgghh.” Was all Shemha could get out. One hand pressed to the floor she attempted to shove up to her feet only to flop over onto her back on the tile. Looking up at the ceiling she tried to focus, pushing the pain aside before she sat up.
Shemha decides to go blow for blow with Marcel and takes his shot to the gut, but returns one of her own right for his jaw! [N1]Deceptive Strike used at 33% of her PL!
[N1]Deceptive Strike:The deception of this attack is not in how it strikes, but the power hidden within it. Accustomed to using her durable body to her advantage, Shemha has begun to learn how to do so with even greater effect. By focusing her energy into her limbs, she has learned to strike with power comparable to that of manipulated energy.
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 12, 2016 0:57:39 GMT
Though none of his blows landed as he wanted them to including the spin kick, the kick still brought in enough force to send the Majin flying towards a wall! It gave Marcel the opportunity to send that ki infused fist straight into Shemha's stomach, but unfortunately it appeared that the woman had a similar idea....
Taking advantage of the situation Marcel created, Shemha sent her own punch towards the hybrid's way. Believing it to be just a normal punch, Marcel didn't really pay it any mind even though he wouldn't have been able to dodge in time if he did. Once the punch hit however, he then knew it wasn't an ordinary strike. His eyes widened after the contact, his jaw vibrating with immense pain while Shemha took the blow to her stomach! The force of the woman's attack sent Marcel hurdling to the side, causing him to skid on the ground before his head finally hit another wall while he gritted his teeth, and groaned a bit louder than before. Again Marcel's vision grew blurry, but it didn't seem like it was going to go away as quickly as the last time.
Marcel laid there on his side just staring straight at a wall away from the Majin. Blood dripped from the side of his mouth with a large bruise appearing on the area the woman's punch landed. Even when Shemha managed to sit up, Marcel still laid there, trying the best to gather his barrings. Soon, the hybrid's vision would return, but he would remain there on the ground only turning onto his back, now looking up to the ceiling. His eyes shifted a bit until he was finally able to get Shemha into his view before inhaling, and exhaling loudly before looking back up. "Y-y-you better...not have given u-p...." he'd manage to say before letting out a small, painful chuckle. It appears that all of the pain accumulated from this spar has finally begun to catch up to the man, but still he spoke as if he wanted to continue, despite his body trying to tell him otherwise.
It was a shame the hybrid wasn't as durable as his Majin friend...
KP: 2/3
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Post by Shemha on Dec 13, 2016 2:37:54 GMT
Seated on the floor of the gravity chamber, Shemha rolled her neck as she finally got herself up. Durable or not, she was taking hits just like Marcel and they were starting to add up a little. As skilled as she felt she was, the Majin had little experience in combat against powerful opponents like the Hybrid across from her. That meant she was unaccustomed to taking these hard hits, always learning to roll with attacks more and try to lessen the damage. Perhaps exchanging blows wasn’t the best tactic if trying to limit your own damage…but how could she not take advantage when she knew her strike would land harder than her opponents?
Looking over to see the downed Marcel, she heard the struggle in his words. Even as her chest heaved with effort there was no doubt he suffered more. The strategy to take shots as long as she could land her own quickly proved itself the right choice.
”Given up? Hardly!” And with that she roll and hopped to her feet. Boots slapped to the tile floor as she rushed towards him even though he was down. This might be a training session, but until he was unconscious or yielded she would treat it like a real fight. There was no point in taking it easy here when all it would do is leave you unprepared for the battleground.
A fair amount of distance between them still, Shemha’s legs bent before they surge with power and launched her slender frame into the air. Using her bukujutsu to amplify the jump, her body rose high into the chamber. Instead of taking flight though her trajectory was an arch and as she hit the peak of that arch she dropped back down. Right fist pulled back she wanted to keep pressure on him, but not offer anything deadly or with too much commitment just yet. Instead, she wanted to try and drive her fist down into his chest if he remained where he was.
Hopefully he hadn’t given up.
Shemha gets back to her feet before she leaps high to try and use the enhanced gravity to deliver a solid punch to Marcel’s chest!
3/3 KP Remaining
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Post by Marcel Law on Dec 13, 2016 3:33:16 GMT
Laying on the ground breathing heavily, bloody, and bruised up, Marcel still egged Shemha on. The hybrid hadn't had enough yet, and he hoped Shemha hadn't either, and fortunately, that appears to be the case. A quick chuckle escaped Marcel's mouth followed by a smirk at the Majin's comment. She was still in the game, so Marcel had to make sure to stay in as well no matter how much abuse he had, and will take!
He didn't want to fail to impress her.
Still laying there, Marcel watched as Shemha got back to her feet with little to no effort, and proceeded to leap high into the air. Marcel's eyes, and head followed the woman the entire way while attempting to figure out the Majin's next move. Not only that, but he was also thinking of the fun he was having with her. It's been awhile since he got to battle like this, and actually enjoying himself to the point of grinning which he rarely did. His beaten up grin would turn into a smirk as the woman finally descended with great speed towards the hybrid, an incoming fist with his name on it! But he wasn't going to let something like this land so easily! Getting his arms in the air just in time, Marcel attempted to grab Shemha's wrist with his hands. If this was successful, the woman's wrist would be mere inches away from Marcel's bare chest as he held his opponent up in the air. Marcel then bent his arms back before shooting them forward while loosening his grip on Shemha in an attempt to send her back upwards some followed by an attempted kick to her stomach with both feet to throw her up more. If he managed to pull off that, Marcel would bend himself back up onto his feet, staggering some before looking up at the potentially airborne Majin.
While watching her, Marcel gently touched the side of his jaw with a hand before quickly moving said hand off as he flinched. The pain from Shemha's previous attack still ached along with the rest of his body as evident by his still heavy breathing, and occasional staggering. It wasn't time to rest....not until one of them lied unconcious....
....and he wasn't going to let it be him.
After taking a deep breathe, Marcel shot into the air with his fists balled until he made it to Shemha before he attempted to wail on her some more, this time all of his punches aimed for only her face, finishing it up with a potential knee to her stomach. If these were successful, the hybrid would try to slip behind Shemha to wrap an arm around her neck bending his other arm upward so he could clench his wrist to keep the woman in place. Marcel added pressure to his grip on Shemha's neck, but not enough to crush her windpipe...if she even had one, but to try, and render her unconcious. Marcel knew if he didn't end this soon enough, he'd be the one falling over!
They both appeared to be stubborn as hell!
(Marcel managed to stop the punch to the chest, and send Shemha back into the air with a kick to the stomach before flying up there himself to attempt to wail on her face, and then stomach some more, trying to follow it up by choking her out of consciousness!)
KP: 3/3
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