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Post by Shemha on Apr 1, 2017 23:50:54 GMT
Locked in close combat with her equal foe, the demon exchanged strike after strike with him. Niether of the two warriors were able to land anything decisive, blocks and parry’s answering each and every intended blow. In part she wanted to test her close combat skills against his, but she also wanted to take a moment to restore some of the energy she had used thus far. With her being an aggressive fighter, throwing attack after attack his way did have an effect on her stamina. This tight dance of fists and feet was hardly as taxing.
Purika either realized what she was attempting to do or he simply wanted to land a solid blow of his own. A moment after she felt him catch her fist, Meridia sensed the energy gathering within his leg. Aware of his ability to form blades of energy around his hand she wasn’t sure if that skill extended to other parts of his body. Wound on her chest still fresh and damp with blood, the demon would not let him connect so freely a second time.
As his foot came in her for, Meridia’s own energy flowed to form a small barrier. The wall of energy intercepted his intended strike perfectly, saving her from another gash. The satisfaction of the successful defense was short lived though as his free hand opened wide. At so close of a range there was no way she could avoid the barrage that he unleashed. Instead, she ripped her capture arm free to cross the pair of them across her chest in a defensive X.
Pelted by the volley of blasts, the armored woman tried to hold her ground. Steadily though the consecutive explosions from his bombardment began to push her backwards. Detonation after detonation rang out against her dark suit. Protective metal surrounded her body, but she still felt the sting as he pushed his offense. Cracks formed in her armor, small chunks blasted away as the magical created outfit began to give under the pressure.
When Purika finally let up, those seconds having felt like minutes, Meridia still hover in the air as last explosion faded. Arms still crossed, chest heaving, her figure smoked as she floated in the air a short distance away. Slowly her arms lowered, the winded female glaring from behind her helmet. It was easy to tell his most recent attack was effective, the damage to he armor visible from where he held his fighting stance.
Not always the best with her temper, especially when things got heated and she was not being given her way, Meridia was unwilling to admit the move was well executed. In the place of a compliment or thought out counter attack, the demon grasped for power to retaliate.
”AAAAAAHHHH!” Meridia screamed as she spread her arms wide. Like near the beginning of their fight, dark energy began to gather between the demons horns. Yet, this time the sphere of Ki grew at a much faster rate and two smaller spheres began to rotate around the center one. Aura flaring in the process it was clear Purika had drawn an emotional response from the woman and that emotion, was rage.
Shemha smirked at the reaction. If Meridia was actually getting angry, that meant the Saiyan was doing well.
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Post by Purika on Apr 4, 2017 1:28:13 GMT
He was in his fighting stance, looking up at Meridia as the smoke faded. He chuckled as he saw he put her on the defense. Her armor had pieces chipped off too, which meant he was making some good progress. He knew he put quite a bit of energy into that attack so it would damage her. It looked like her armor was steaming too, and if pieces of her armor were chipped away she most likely got some injuries to her skin too.
Purika watched her closely as she lowered her hand. Was she just going to charge at him? He didn't know, he couldn't tell the future after all. Purika continued to watch her for any sudden moves, she hadn't did anything for a second or so, he thought the fight was going to be fast-paced. He thought too soon, listening as the female started to shout and threw her arms out right after. Purika got all giddy, he was making her mad while he was enjoying himself.
His senses started to notify him that she'd started sending energy to her head again. The ki she started charging quickly became visible, it was just like the one she started to charge at the beginning of their match. He knew that a wall of ki was not going to work, it'd end up just like last time, which destroyed most of his armor. This time the ball was growing faster and had two extra ones orbiting it, a bit fancy. "So I pissed ya off?" Purika would say, taunting her.
"Give me the best you've got." Purika would say with a smug grin on his face. He wanted the best she had, except her using full power. He would get absolutely trashed then, which he didn't want. He wanted to fight on an even level. At least she didn't increase her power while she was mad, his senses detected that it stayed the same. Well, Purika had to combat this some sort of way, so he started to channel ki into his palm.
He extended his palm to his side as a ball of crimson ki formed in his hand. His fingers gripped around it, more ki being added to it every second for more damage, or at least something decent to hold back her attack. If he tried hard enough, he might be able to pierce through it. As it grew, his fingers released their grip as it started to expand while hovering atop his hand. He looked down at it, grinning as a crimson hue shined on his body and face.
Then he looked back up at Meridia, his eyes darting around at the open spots in her armor. Maybe he could use that as an advantage? He had all the ki he needed to charge his attack, so a little extra wouldn't hurt. He would raise his free arm, which was his left arm, pointing his five fingers toward Meridia. Quickly after, multiple beams shot out of his fingertips and headed straight for the open holes in her armor.
A grin could be seen on his face as he looked down at Shemha through the corner of his eye. Maybe she would be impressed by how observant he was and using her undefended spots to his advantage? From what he could tell she was paying attention.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 4, 2017 2:56:22 GMT
”Give you my best? I’ll give you my best alright!” Meridia shouted back over the roar of the energy that gathered between her exposed horns.The rage she exhibited was in response to taking that last string of attacks, her armor damaged and body battered. She planned to show him just what she was made of. While usually a little lazy, she was no slouch once she got riled up.Meridia would showcase the power she was capable of even when limited to a fraction of her true strength.
As he prepared his own attack, she continued to gather energy into the growing sphere. Whatever he attempted, she would blast it away with her Black Calamity. Designed to damage and stun, the two additional spheres that circled the main one amplified the concussive effects of the blasts.
Unfortunately for Meridia, Purika was not content with only charging his own attack, but also going back on the offensive.Other hand pressed forward, five beams lanced out from his fingertips. Prepared to weather them and continue her own charge, the demon braced herself against the rile floor. The blasts precise, each dove into a chink or hole in her armor, the small detonations going off directly against her skin.
No one was able to hear the hiss she let out as the blasts exploded against her, chunks of her armor sent flying in various directions. Left in a partial suit now, her pale skin exposed in multiple locations, Meridia withstood the weak attacks at a cost.
”...Clever boy...” She almost growled through gritted teeth in response to the tactic of targeting the openings in her armor.She wasn’t done though, not yet. Part of her thought about releasing her full power, but all that would admit is she had been outplayed on an even playing field. Meridia knew she could handle him with her full strength, but she wanted to best him as he was.
”Black Calamity!” The demon shouted as she released the beach ball size blast of energy from her horns. It roared towards him as the two small spheres continued to rotate around it. Should the blast connect with its intended target, the resulting trio of explosions would likely leave him dazed and confused.
Amusement decorated Shemha’s features as she followed the exchanged. With the two of them so dedicated to the impromptu training session, she knew this had been the right choice. Different in their approaches to combat, both Meridia and Purika wanted to win, both of them were warriors when it came down to it. Hopefully Purika was about to drain everything he had though, she still wanted to go around with him. Of course her teachings under the Namekian Guru Accordio could help with that. If he lost and took a thrashing, she would get him right back on his feet. Purika was in for a long day one way or another.
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Post by Purika on Apr 4, 2017 22:38:54 GMT
Purika grinned because of his success of his beams, which quickly impacted her without her showing much resistance. He wanted to get rid of that armor, it was only giving her more resistance to his attacks. The blasts quickly exploded as it impacted her skin, tearing away at the armor from the inside, sending multiple pieces of it across the room. Purika's hand was still extended, so he set up a shield of ki to block the pieces of armor that had been sent toward him. As the shrapnel hit the shield, it quickly bounced back and fell to the floor.
Purika lowered his hand quickly after, his shield deactivating simultaneously. It seemed pieces of clothing was also destroyed by his explosions too. Purika heard the compliment Meridia gave him, calling him clever, but she also called him a boy, he assumed he was the same age as she. This wasn't the case, though, as she was way older than him, it just wasn't visibly detectable. Purika stuck with his assumptions, though, and paid not much attention to her calling him a boy.
Purika's attack still received energy from him, blobs of ki adding to the main ball that hovered above the palm of his lowered left hand. Sparks of electricity appeared circling it every once in a while due to its power. Purika was only compressing the size of the ball, though. It was meant to grow in size when it got further away from him. Purika heard Meridia shout out something as she released the attack she was charging.
What she said was most likely the name of her attack. He wondered why people named their attacks? Well, he had other things to worry about now, which was her attack. Purika swung his own arm back in preparation to propel the attack, before shooting his arm forward at breakneck speeds, which caused the hovering ball to hurl from its locked position right towards the attack that the female fired.
Purika's own ball expanded at an alarming rate, getting dozens of times bigger in split seconds. In almost an instant, Purika's massive ball of ki collided with her ball, pressing against it with tons of force and power. Purika wondered what his attack would do to her if it won. Purika chuckled at the thought of beating her. Maybe it was possible to do so if she decided to fight him on an even level for the remainder of the fight.
If she didn't, that would be all right with him. He had to face uneven odds at some point, he always aimed to get stronger which is exactly why he was here now. He still had yet to fight Shemha, so he was in for a long and exhausting day, maybe he'd take a nap afterward. Purika focused on beating her attacks, throwing both of his arms out and sending shockwaves to back the force of the ball up. His and her attacks both caused shockwaves to be thrown out across the room, a hue of both colors shining and flashing before his eyes.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 6, 2017 2:21:14 GMT
Meridia’s swirling sphere of black energy shot towards her foe, fully intent on taking him out of the fight. Confident in her own strength and abilities she assumed it would be powerful enough to blast through whatever he might try and counter her with. Left breathing heavy and a little tired, at least for the short term, she watched as the trio of rotating energy balls hurtled across the dojo. Her main mistake this fight was underestimating him before and unfortunately, she had done it again.
His own attack released to intercept hers, she watched with the belief her own blast would obliterate his then continue on to collide with the Saiyan. For a moment, when they collided, the two techniques struggled against one another. Arcs of red and black energy snapped out in every direction, the tendrils of Ki whipping and snapping in the air as the two forces battled one another. Then, in an instant her Black Calamity vanished as the warriors crimson blast overtook it. Unbeknownst to her, he chose to support his attack beyond its natural power and that gave it the strength to push through her own.
Not able to utilize her speed enhancing techniques or a barrier with her energy reserves so low after that charged blast, all the demon could do was grit her teeth as his attack stuck her. No, that wasn’t all she could do. A quick thought had her will reaching out, clasping the discarded axe that lay on the floor across the dojo. With a thought she hurtled it through the air, aimed for Purika’s back like before. Then, in an instant she was lost amongst the explosion, burning energy washing over her armored form as it swallowed her whole.
Even Shemha turned her head slightly to lessen the brightness of the detonation, the blinding flash filling the dojo. It was intense, but quick to dissipate. As Shemha blinked away the remnants of the explosion she saw a figure clad in white spiraling through the air. Smoke trailed in Meridia’s wake as she twisted through the air until she slammed into the tiled floor.The demon bounced multiple times before she rolled to a halt.
For a moment she didn’t move, still on the floor as if she were unconcious. She was tough though, and with a groan she shoved to her feet. Battered and with that pristine white dress tattered, Meridia staggered as she rose. Unaware if her last ditch effort to catch him with her axe was successful, she didn’t seem to care. Despite all that anger she exhibited during the fight it wasn’t rage that came from her but laughter.
”Well done...boy!” Meridia shouted before her hand rubbed across her bloody lips. She was definitely hurting, but didn’t seem heated.With a stumble, she turned to look for Purika, unsure if the warrior was even standing. Hopefully her axe connected because she wasn’t in a condition to continue now, hand to her side to tend her likely broken ribs. Chest slowly rising and falling, she looked to locate her opponent.
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Post by Purika on Apr 7, 2017 1:22:33 GMT
Purika continued to support his own attack with multiple shockwaves to help push the attack forward. The struggle was a hard one, but he eventually came out the victor. His senses notified him that her attack had been completely engulfed by his own as it shot straight for her with no further resistance. With the help of his senses, he could tell that she had not moved a bit or attempted to put up some sort of defense. Purika chuckled, she was most likely out of energy.
He was also out of energy due to all the energy required for that attack. Then his own attack struck her, causing an explosion and a blinding ray of light. Purika raised his arm in front of his eyes to shield from it, squinting his eyes also just in case any light went around. The explosion rocked the dojo, quickly stopping after a few seconds passed. Then he saw Meridia start to be sent back to the white floor.
Then his senses kicked in, notifying him that something was heading his way. Purika wondered what it was, turning towards it, revealing that it was the same axe that struck him in the back before. Purika wasn't about to get hit again. Purika quickly reached his arm out before reeling his arm back before quickly throwing it forward, sending a shockwave headed straight for the axe. It slowed down the axe, giving him a chance to catch it.
Purika grabbed the handle of the axe, gripping it before swinging it back then forward in almost an instant, sending it to the floor. That was another injury prevented. Purika then floated down to the floor and looked over to Meridia, who was laying on the floor. She wasn't dead, that was for sure. Purika panted, taking in a bit of air to relieve himself.
Purika crouched for a second, recovering some stamina from the spar. Meridia stood, complementing him again also using the term 'boy' once more. Purika just pushed it aside, though, as it really didn't make a difference. Purika chuckled, having enjoyed the spar like any normal saiyan would, they lived to fight after all. "You too. That was a good spar." Purika would say.
Purika could tell that Meridia was in no shape to fight right now, so he figured he'd move on to Shemha. He may need a bit of resting time, though, which he assumed because he didn't know she could heal him. Purika would turn from Meridia before walking over to Shemha. "I assume you want to spar me next." Purika would hold off on asking for some time to recover, he needed to be prepared at all costs even while fatigued.
If he were to stop now, how would he make a name for himself? How would he push himself to that legendary form and become a super saiyan?
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Post by Shemha on Apr 7, 2017 17:21:36 GMT
Disappointed that her axe hadn’t cut the Saiyan warrior in two, Meridia was quick to move on. Her habit of calling him boy wasn’t meant to be outright disrespectful, but simply because when compared to her, that is exactly what he was. Countless years old, the demon was the elder to likely every single creature on Vegeta. For a girl her age thought, she could sure as hell fight. Unfortunately, with her power suppressed like this, her experience just wasn’t enough today.
As Purika came closer, the girl’s injuries would be apparent. Various holes in her white dress were lined with red and her lower lip was painted crimson. Still she appeared to be general fine beyond the damage, her spirits high as she let her shoulders slump. With a glance down she did frown though, displeased by the condition of her once lovely outfit.
Shemha held up her hand when Purika approached her for round two of the session. Indicating he wait, she crossed the dojo to her friends side. ”Looks like you are a bit rusty, Dia.” Shemha jabbed. It wasn’t with many that the Majin was actually playful, but the tone and use of the girl’s nickname hinted at the friendship between them. Followed by a slow shake of her head, Shemha extended her right hand for the demons shoulder. ”Hold still.” She commanded as she began to focus.
The ability to heal was a trick Accordio taught her, a useful technique to aid those across the Empire. Coupled with her ability to produce multiple copies of herself, Shemha could serve as a walking hospital in times of need. For now though all she needed to do was heal her friend. Positive waves of Ki flowed outward from the Majin, the warm energy radiating over Meridia as the cuts and scrapes that dotted her figure disappeared. A moment or two passed and it was done, the demon back in fighting shape…not that she was in the mood.
”Thanks, Shem. Man is it crazy how much better that technique of yours make yah feel. Yah know what? We should open a shop or something and sell those skills. I bet…hmmm, hold on.” Meridia rattled on, more talking to herself than anyone as the Majin was already turned towards Purika. Behind Shemha, the demon waved her hands and with a glimmer of magic, her ruined outfit was replaced by a new one. Being able to magically manipulate and summon items had its perks, especially for those as vane as Meridia.
”How about you Purika, do you want the same treatment?” Shemha offered as a small smirk curled onto her lips. ”I would hate for you to be able to claim the only reason you lost was because you weren’t at one hundred percent.” She added, as her right arm extended towards him, the offer still open to be healed to his full potential like Meridia. The gift was is to take or refuse, but she hoped he understood that this second round of the session would be far more challenging than the first. Meridia was powerful, but Shemha was the handpicked Commander of the SSE. There was only one individual ranked higher and with more power than her. Could he handle one of the Empire’s best?
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Post by Purika on Apr 8, 2017 0:25:22 GMT
Purika only took a step or so when Shemha suddenly raised her hand which Purika took as an indication to stay where he was, or in a simpler manner 'pause'. Instead, Shemha began to head towards the two, calling out to Meridia in the process and referring to her as 'Dia'. So she had a nickname for her, so that indicated they most likely had some sort of friendship. Purika turned towards the two, watching Shemha put her hand over her shoulder.
He wondered what she was doing, watching as ki started to flow from her hand. Purika started to get curious, was she lending energy to her? Purika's curiosities were corrected as he watched her injuries faded away from sight which meant that Shemha was not just lending her energy, she was healing her! Purika watched as the whole process started to unfold before him, watching the whole thing go down as he crossed his arms.
After that, Meridia started talking about how it made her felt and other stuff. It seemed like it restored her energy as well, which was a helpful technique to know. The demon fixed her clothes also, this had to be pure magic happening right in front of his eyes, which he knew almost nothing about. Purika listened as Shemha also offered to do the same thing, which Purika was eager to accept, chuckling at her other comment in the process. "Sure, I want to be at my best while we spar." Purika would say, accepting her offer in the process.
Purika now thought about what was about to take place, their spar. Could he win against her while on an even level? If she was the commander of the entire empire, which was an amazing position to achieve in his view, she most likely had more experience than him. But, who knew, Purika had been fighting almost the entirety of his life. In this type of situation, Purika didn't care about losing as long as he didn't loose badly.
He would still try and win to the best of his ability, though. He could feel himself getting stronger already, his power most likely would increase by a lot during this training. Saiyans also got a zenkai boost after they healed, so would he be able to get stronger by her healing him? He would just have to wait and see, and if he did by how much would his power increase?
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Post by Shemha on Apr 9, 2017 3:19:08 GMT
”I wouldn’t want you at any less than your best.” Shemha stated as she reached out to touch the Saiyan on the soldier. Just like with Meridia, healing energy passed from the Majin to Purika. Gentle and soothing, the exact opposite of offensive based Ki, the energy radiated through his body. With his injuries far less serious than the demons it took no time at all for his body to reach one hundred percent. With a small smile, she broke contact.
”Shall we?” She invited as she jumped back to create space between them. In the interest of fair play, Shemha began to push her own signature down, suppressing the vast amount of power she was capable of wielding to match his own. Unlike Meridia, she was controlled and rarely let her temper get the better of her. With this being a simple training session there was no chance of her getting out of hand. Only a few times in her life had her temper flared to the point of rage. Not even against Walker, his betrayal fresh, did she lash out. Truly she was a woman of control.
Energy levels set to match that of her opponent, Shemha shifted to take her typical stance. Many might argue that stances at this level of combat held little place, but those same often argued weapons held no place either. Purika was now able to debate that point, the ax to the back an example of how effective a blade could be.
Right hand forward and her left hand tucked behind the small of her back, Shemha chose to hold her ground. A defensive creature by nature, she often chose to invite her foes to make the first move. Durable body brought into consideration, she possessed the advantage when allowed to react to her opposition instead of taking a head on approach. Already Purika would likely see the difference in style between the two women.
”Do try and come at me, Purika. As Commander of the Solar Saiyan Empire and your superior, I demand to see what you are capable of. Vegeta needs powerful warriors and while the display you showcased against Meridia was impressive, it is lacking when I consider what we need to defeat Xylo and his minions.”
Her words were a challenge, meant to stab at his pride and his desire to become stronger. While somewhat harsh, they were honest and hopefully inspiring to a degree. From her experience, Saiyans valued their pride and battle prowess, was Purika like his brethren? Stance maintained, she waited for him to make his move.
3/3 KP remaining
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Post by Purika on Apr 9, 2017 4:38:32 GMT
Purika listened to his commander, Shemha, as she placed her hand on his shoulder to begin the same process that she'd went through with Meridia. It felt great, there was no simpler way to put it for him. Purika felt his wounds disappearing and returning back to normal, and whatever had been bruised by the demon before was healed, just like the scar left on his back due to her axe. As the process quickly completed, Purika would accumulate a smile. "Thanks." Purika would say, grateful that she healed him.
After that was done, he felt stronger than he did before, having gotten a decent zenkai from being healed. Purika chuckled, looking down at his fist before gripping it. He was ready for yet another challenge, eager to fight just like any other normal saiyan. But, Purika wasn't exactly that normal was he? He was many times stronger than most other saiyans.
His power dwarfed into comparison to Shemha's though, sensing that she lowered her own power output to match his maximum as she jumped back and spoke. Purika nodded in response to his commander, watching as she assumed her position. Purika also got into his usual fighting position that was modified to his liking from other special stances. He could really call it his own now. A grin held onto Purika's face as Shemha gave him an order.
Purika was glad to accept, it was an honor to be able to train with her. He didn't take her words as an insult, he always knew he needed to get a lot stronger. He had no intentions of slowing his pursuit to get stronger down, he trained an absolute TON whenever he did so. As Purika stood in his tight position, preparing to land the first hit on Shemha, crimson strands of ki started to circle from his feet and proceeded upward in a spiral form around him. After they got over his head, it immediately turned into a fiery crimson aura.
Purika gritted his teeth, his smile still visible, before dashing forward in a hypersonic burst of speed. He reeled his arm back as he channeled ki through it quickly, giving it a red hue as he launched his fist forward, heading straight for Shemha's jaw! He intended to give Shemha the full extent of his power and speed! Purika knew that with his power boost, he would be able to but on a much better show than before, as well as the fight lasting longer than last time!
Post-Zenkai (Flavored) PL: 106,066 -1 KP / [N1] Martial Arts Used! [35,002] 2/3 KP
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Post by Shemha on Apr 9, 2017 19:01:14 GMT
PL Suppressed to 106,066/135,110
Shemha remained still Purika took his own stance across from her. Patient in combat and in life, the Majin warrior was prepared to wait as long as it took for him to decide on his first move. Like a first impression, the first action taken in combat revealed a lot about a fighter. Where they aggressive? Did they rely on strategy or did they try and utilize their speed to catch their opponent off guard? Whenever given the chance the Commander chose to hold back and see what she could learn before committing to her own attacks.
Unafraid to engage a second foe, Purika came right at her. She watched as energy flowed around the tall Saiyan before it gathered into his fist. Direct and easily read, she understood the type of attack he chose to use first. Shemha possessed a technique of similar design, although hers was far more deceptive. In her experience it was best to hide as much as you could from your target for as long as possible. Disguising powerful strikes amongst your average ones often granted you the element of surprise.
Extra durable when compared to most races, Shemha knew how to take a punch and that is exactly what she did. Bare feet planted to the tiled floor of the dojo, she didn’t even attempt to dodge his strike as hi Ki empowered hook came in. Upon contact he would her soft skin compress and partially absorb the blow. Shock absorbing flesh aside, her head did snap to the side, but only so far before it stopped cold. Still standing, her eyes shifted to regard him as a knowing grin spread across her partially twisted lips.
”You’re going to have to hit harder than that.” Chuckled the Majin after tanking his hit. Her signature may register close to his, but there were hidden energies within the red skinned female.Fine with taking hits when she knew she could handle them, there was a second advantage to being slugged across the face. Purika was now in close quarters with her and that allowed him little time to dodge anything she might throw out. With this being a full on fight, she did not hesitate.
The arm positioned at the small of her back, where it had remained throughout his attack, whipped around. Black nails aglow with energy, Shemha swiped at his side to unleash a quartet of red arcs of Ki. Each of the four was designed to cut through armor and tissue alike. Usually fired from a short distance away, her Rend technique worked just the same at close range. If he wasn’t able to avoid the attack he would find the arcs cutting into his armor and skin with relative ease.
Regardless of if he found a way to avoid her strike or she connected with it, there was likely to be distance between them. Separation pending, Shemha would retake her original stance with a confident expression on her face. Not outright arrogant, the Commander wanted to play it off as supreme confidence. She wanted to see how he acted when faced with a challenging foe.
Rend used for 35,002 PL worth of damage. 2/3 KP remaining)
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Post by Purika on Apr 9, 2017 21:27:47 GMT
Purika watched as his punch impacted the side of her face, a grin forming on his face due to the fact that it landed. Chances were she was allowing him to strike her, watching with his keen black eyes as her head turned to the side from the force of his punch, digging into her pink flesh a bit. When her head stopped turning, she looked at him and grinned. Purika returned the look, listening as she spoke. Purika chuckled before he spoke.
"I can punch a lot harder than that." Purika would say, preparing to push himself backward to regain a bit of space so he could follow up with some more attacks. As he started to regain some distance, she lashed out at him with her highlighted fingertips. It was so fast that Purika's senses barely caught it, and it was strong too. Purika quickly flashed from sight, avoiding the attack with relative ease.
Purika reappeared on the ground in frot of her before his instincts started to come into place, ideas rushing through his mind quickly. He had an idea for a counter-attack, quickly putting it in motion by redirecting more ki to his arm, but less than before. His arm glowing a crimson hue again, ki quickly spewed out and sharpened, forming a blade of ki in almost an instant. Purika swung his arm upwards over where Shemha's extended arm was before swinging it down. He had every intent of cutting it off, she could regenerate it anyway.
Whether this quick attempt was successful or not, Purika would jump back to gain ever more distance. His blade would disappear from sight, the leftover ki being reabsorbed into his body. He never thought he would get a chance like this, to train with the commander, in his life. He was truly proud, to be honest, eyes concentrating on her. Purika would extend both of his arms to his side, ki flowing through them like water flowed through a pipe.
Suddenly, ki would form in both of his palms, turning into two balls of crimson ki with the intent of being used on his commander. Ki would continue to flow into his palms which caused the two balls to grow in size, fingers having less of a grip on them as they extended. In a sudden burst of speed, Purika would jump straight towards Shemha. When he got close, his arms would start to close their distance, beginning to reconnect. How would his commander react?
If she stayed where she was, she would be enclosed in two balls of ki ready to be detonated and warped into a fiery explosion. Purika had a lot of tricks up his sleeve and he intended to use some of them. Purika was taller than Shemha, so his arms would be near her head, which meant it would connect near there. "Let's see how you handle this!" Purika would say, calling out to Shemha.
Purika also felt his energy reserves depleting, so he decided he would use weaker attacks for now until his reserves built back up! There was no shame in a bit of basic fighting.
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Post by Shemha on Apr 10, 2017 0:42:11 GMT
As the Saiyan vanished from sight, Shemha snorted. Movement enhancing techniques were as common as they were useful and it wasn’t a surprise he knew one. The red arcs of energy intended for him roared across the dojo until they bit into the far wall. Thankfully, the magically enhanced structure was left unscathed. Designed to handle attacks far stronger than that little poke, it was no wonder the wall stood just as pristine as before taking the blast.
She had no time to admire the quality of her personally designed dojo for Purika was already back on the offensive. In he came with one of the techniques he effectively used on Meridia. His ability to create a weapon on the fly was one Shemha could appreciate and copy, her malleable body the perfect versatile machine. As his blade came down to try and sever her arm, the appendage made no move to avoid the strike. Instead, it shifted, the elastic substance stretched and reshaped to form a blade of her own. Durable like the rest of her and slightly enhanced by the energy within her body, the biological weapon stopped his blade cold.
Wise to leap away after that initial combat, she held her ground yet again. Based on what he had displayed so far he would come at her again soon. An aggressive fight from her point of view, Purika rarely likely to hold himself back. That was good, hesitance could lead to death if you weren’t careful. Energy gathering in his hands he came at her, looking to smash both blasts into her head.
That she wouldn’t allow. With the distance between them quick to evaporate again, Shemha allowed her body to morph once more. Her left arm remained a blade in case she were to need it again, but that meant she only had one hand. In order to fix that she grew more. From each of her sides an extra arm sprouted to bring her total to four. Her original arms rose higher along her shoulders as the new ones took shape.
Sporting three sets of hands now it was easy to list a set of them and smack his arms wide so that they did not connect with her head. At the same time, that arm that remained in the shape of a blade stabbed forward towards his chest. Short of outright killing him there was little her healing could not bring him back from, even a hole in the chest.
If her strike connected, she would attempt to grab at his armor with her third hand in order to toss him aside. Should Purika avoid the stab and break off from close combat yet again, Shemha’s head would snap forward. The long tentacle that made up the majority of her “hair” reaching out for his ankle. Aimed to wrap snugly around it, a jerk of her powerful next was meant to send him flying. One way or another, she wanted the warrior sailing through the air.
Two utility techniques used. 3/3 KP remaining
[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.
[UT1]Four-Witches TechniqueThrough her shape-shifting Shemha is capable of producing two additional arms(or arm-like appendages!) that sprout from her back, these limbs provide no extra power in and of themselves but to provide you with extra fists to punch your opponent and extra hands for grappling AND punching. This technique uses 0 KP in a KP Battle
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Post by Purika on Apr 10, 2017 2:43:10 GMT
As Purika approached, he looked at Shemha's morphed arm which had been used to stop his previous blade attack. Purika chuckled, this was going to be FUN. His eyes lit with determination as he rocketed towards Shemha, his arms started to snap shut around her head. Quickly as he did so, she formed two extra arms. He knew this technique she was using as he had used it before, but that didn't matter right now.
All that mattered right now was the fight and winning it, and if he did not win he sure as hell was going to try to, even though it seemed like there was no hope in doing so. His saiyan blood was coursing through his veins, telling him to fight and fight. As soon as Shemha stopped his snapping arms, a grin came to Purika's face. Purika was full of ideas and he had every intent on putting them to use, especially in front of hi new commander. He planned to surpass her someday, and become a ton stronger.
As her morphed blade arm launched towards his chest, he would use his ki to shift his body backward, sending his feet packed with a ton of force heading towards her torso. If she was not careful, it would be enough force to rip her body into halves. Simultaneously, the arms she stopped previously would accumulate with ki, before the crimson balls that were held in his arms turned into waves of ki. Purika would roar as the crimson waves headed straight for her head, intending to blow it off. Purika had to give it his all, possibly ascending to the next stage in the process.
As the ki waves fired, Purika would shift more ki to his arms to form sharp blades of crimson ki extending all down his forearm and to his fingertips, ready to slice. He'd force them down, canceling his subscription of energy to his ki waves. Her arms were due next, intending to slice them off and render them useless. Some would call this brutal, but this was the saiyan way. He knew the majin which was his commander had the capabilities of regenerating and surviving this attack.
If she couldn't, she wouldn't be worthy of being called a commander. This combo was very swift and deadly, not meant to be taken lightly. One slip up could end up in the target being seriously injured. Sharp blades were also nothing to play with, they could pierce flesh easily if not defended against. Purika wanted to be the strongest, defeating anything that came his way.
But, if he was truly that, who would prove a challenge and not bore him? Sometimes it could be lonely at the top.
+1 KP 2/3 KP Remaining
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Apr 10, 2017 15:38:13 GMT
Able to avoid the pointed end of her bladed arm, Purika was not able to put enough distance between them to be out of reach of her grasp. This type of dance was what highlighted two fighters close combat abilities. The string of attacks and counter measures showcased their skill levels and a variety of techniques they possessed. As beautiful as it might look to a viewer that appreciated the intricacies of battle, the exchange was ultimately fruitless for both fighters. With no solid blows landed by either warrior, it was time for their combat to evolve.
Intent on another frontal assault, the first of the Saiyan’s attacks was met not with resistance or a counter attack, but speed. Releasing him she looked to break off. In a full throttle maneuver, Shemha darted to the side in order to break up his plan of attack. Whatever combo he might have hoped to achieve was taken apart as she broke off from him. In an instant she was dozens of yards away from him. Dark eyes always on him, she still wore the same grin she had worn since the beginning of the fight.
So far everything was to test how he might approach her. For the most part her actions until this point were reactive, responding to his strikes and strategies just to get a read on his style. While her observation of his fight with Meridia helped her understand him, there was nothing like a firsthand experience. Now though, she was confident in her plan of attack. With a game plan in place, she switched from the defensive Majin, to the offensive powerhouse she could be. Soon she wished to practice her approach on Habana, a true test for the Commander as the Queen far outranked her in power.
From her position Shemha’s hands clenched into fists, aglow with Ki just like when she struck him for the first time. Of course at this distance there was no way a melee strike could reach him or at least that is what logic would tell you. Magic however, granted those who could wield it the power to bypass logic. With a quick jab forward, her right hand bent the world around it to force open a small portal. Abundant with magical energies, the mini portal swallows her fist as an identical tear opened to Purika’s left. From the magical gateway, her fist came through to try and slam hard into the side of his head. Should he avoid or block that initial strike, the Majin would extend her surprise attack with a left delivered in similar fashion but towards the ribs on his right side.
Her Rift Render Blitz ability and its variants were another gift from the bio android she absorbed on Namek. Walker’s talents with magic added to her own blossoming ones allowed the Commander to delve into the world of the unknown. Such power when combined with her control of Ki granted her the ability to extend her arsenal into the mystical. This reality bending strike was just the beginning.
At the side of the dojo, where the control console sat, Meridia perked up a bit at the sudden use of the technique. Although she recently spent hours with her friend in training sessions, this technique was new to her as well. ”Tricky, tricky girl.” She muttered to herself as she watched. What interested her most were the small portals that the technique utilized to strike from so far away. Those had potential usage outside of just melee attacks. When this was done and the two were alone, she would be sure to bring it up. What other secrets did Shemha hide from her?
Shemha avoids Purika’s planned string of attacks and launches her own surprise assault!
0/3 KP remaining
Tech Used: [UV3] Rift Render Blitz: By striking with a quick knife-hand strike, Shemha can open a very brief portal, just long enough to land a blow on her opponent from a distance. In this variation, she exchanges the power for striking numerous times, creating a flurry of blows around her opponent. A Homing Attack that does 66% PL damage
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