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Post by Shemha on Apr 18, 2017 19:52:42 GMT
”You just might be.” Shemha conceded as the same gust of wind that pushed his bandana straps to the side rustled the tunic she wore. With only a short glance to Meridia, brow furrowed just a little in a not so friendly “thanks,” she then focused on the boy across from her. Young yet strong, likely battle experienced, but lacking in real education. Despite this it would be a lie if she were to say she wasn’t excited at least a little, even if the suggestion to spar wasn’t originally hers. Her goal was not to fight the best the Universe had to offer and learn from them, but it sure couldn’t hurt to do so.
As they separated she prepared for power akin to what she remembered from Namek, but as his aura roared to life around him, she was left disappointed. Trained to keep her expression neutral in the face of whatever emotions flowed behind it, she showed no sign of what she felt. Instead she shifted back into her own stance, right arm raised and forward with her left tucked behind the small of her back. Turned sideways, it made her slender figure a smaller target and allowed the digits of her left hand to remain hidden. Deception was key to her fighting style.
”Begin when you are ready, Etoru.” She stated with a friendly smile as Meridia floated backwards to remove herself from the immediate area. Shemha doubted this was the extent of his power and when he came at her, it wouldn’t be long before he realized he was outmatched as he was. Hopefully then, he might release his true strength. If anything, she was a patient woman.
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Post by Etoru on Apr 20, 2017 15:40:46 GMT
Etoru smirked, bending his knees into a Serpent Stance. He raised his arm over his head, like a snake's tail. His mechanical arm was outstretched bent slightly, fingers curled up slightly. His ghostly white aura licked his figure. The boy giggled excitedly. His fuzzy brown appendage swayed behind him aimlessly as he figured out where he was gonna strike first. He may not be the best at the Serpent Style stance, he was pretty novice in fact, but progress was what it was about! By now, he was at the point where it'd be okay to use it in a real fight. It's made for quick, precise strikes!
The boy dashed towards the Majin, flying downwards just a bit before soaring straight up towards her. He attempted to elbow her gut as he did so, and immediately rotate his figure to jab her rib. He never fought a Majin before...so this was going to be interesting. ---
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Post by Shemha on Apr 21, 2017 17:15:20 GMT
Confident, but not arrogant, Shemha held her ground as she rushed towards her. Could he not sense her? With his body as it were there was no real way for him to scratch her, never mind give her a challenge. Willing to see his plan, should he have something up his sleeve, she didn’t even flinch as he moved within striking range. The elbow to her belly connected perfectly, the pointed appendage digging into her soft skin ever so slightly. Then came the jab to her ribs, enough force behind it to send a barely noticeable jolt through her and still she didn’t react. With a sidelong glance her luminescent stare fell on him.
”Come now. You must have more to show for yourself than that, especially after all that talk. Why are you holding back?” Shemha questioned and she knew he was. Unsure if the strength he exhibited on Namek was the epitome of his capabilities, it eclipsed what his current energy levels. If he hadn’t been a child she might have taken it as disrespect. However, the way he struck her hinted at purpose yet lacked thought process. Perhaps he believed he could best her as he stood now. If that were the case, he was sorely mistaken. The Majin was quick to make that clear.
In close proximity to her taller figure, all she needed to do was snap her right arm forward across her chest to try and deliver a solid right cross to his jaw. There were probably those in the world, who would chastise her for striking a child so blatantly, but Etoru was no mere child, he was a warrior. Of what degree, was yet to be determined. Should the initial strike connect, she planned to follow up with a barrage of kicks and punches focused on his torso. All the while her features remained a mask of calm.
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Post by Etoru on Apr 21, 2017 18:59:48 GMT
His strikes connected...yet she didn't even flinch! Sure, he expected her to take it given the power difference...but any other person would have at least let out a grunt or something! Was it her soft skin? Etoru chuckled awkwardly as he stared at her intense gaze. "W-Well I can...I'm only holding back because what's the fun in going all out from the sta---Egh!" He didn't even see it coming! Her pink fist soared right towards him, colliding into his jaw. He let out a yelp as he soared towards the mountain behind him.
His back crashed into it, forming a small crater on the rock. He was stuck to it, hanging upside down. The boy didn't have time to react as her kicks and punches came in from different angles rapidly. Coming at her holding back was a big mistake. "AAAGH!" He coughed, yelped, and winced. Suddenly, he had enough. "HRAGH!" A golden flash erupted from his aura, giving a kiai to gain a bit of distance. He panted, rubbing his chest as he rotated his figure to float upright. "Fine then, you wanna play it like that you big jerk..." He grumbled.
Two clones of Etoru appeared by his side and lunged forward. They had comparative power to that of a ki blast or wave. They through their fists and kicks at the Majin rapidly while the real Etoru watched. They, however, were merely a distraction. He knew they wouldn't last long, he just needed to get her mind off things for a good second. He aimed his mechanical fist at her, his headband strands fluttering behind him for a moment before his arm extended just like a Namekian's! If she didn't move, it'd punch her right in the face, knocking her back. By now, his clones would be gone, whether she defeated them in that short time or not. --- Super Saiyan Activated: 4,791,416 PL
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Post by Shemha on Apr 23, 2017 2:55:01 GMT
On top of him, Shemha pelted the child with her fists and feet. Again, she had no reserves about striking the child even if he seemed to be outmatched by her strength. With his body driven back into the mountainside, she wondered for an instant if his injuries somehow limited his power, but then a familiar golden aura burst to life around him. Like Habana, the burst of color accompanied a spike in his energy levels. Excellent. He was the child who went up against Xylo and even stronger than her!
His Kiai pushed her through the air, separating them once more so that he could create his clones. Head cocked to the side a little out of curiosity, she missed the moment of creation and was left questioning how he managed it. For her, splitting was easy as her body was capable of physically dividing and reshaping. A question for later the Majin deiced as she shot backwards as they closed in on her.
Quickly it became clear that the two copies of him were not full fledged clones and with one swift kick followed a dropping elbow, the Etoru’s were dealt with. What wasn’t dealt with was that surprisingly stretchable arm. The fist attached to the end of it caught her square in the face. Knuckles to her fair features, the blow hit with enough force to indent her soft tissue. It smarted, but wasn’t close to enough to slow her down.
A simple thought saw her begin to shift, malleable body able to take unnatural shapes on demand. Her upper half flowed until what was her face became her right hand, fingers wrapped around his wrist. Head off to the side now, the arm clutching his overextended appendage pulled hard. Shemha’s intent was to draw him towards her only to smack him away. If her little maneuver worked like she planned, her right foot would lift and drive for his chest, her bare foot practically humming with the Ki focused into it.
[N1]Deceptive Strike used for 1,231,867 PL worth of damage and a trip right back to that mountainside!
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Post by Etoru on Apr 23, 2017 3:34:25 GMT
Etoru grew a snarky grin. He got her! But his confidence soon wavered, as he noticed something odd about her. She seemed all wavy and wobbly, kind of like poking a glob of jelly. Her face deformed, leaving Etoru grimacing in disgust. He was about to retract his arm before he felt a jolt. Apparently, it was stuck! Her face was now a hand, and that hand was trying to pull him in! "E-Eh! Wait a second! Eek!" She yanked the arm, causing it to retract, but instead of the arm coming back to him, he came back to the arm.
He had to do something fast! She was about to knock the living day lights out of him! She reeled her foot back, and all he could do was flinch as it soared towards him. It drove into his chest, causing the boy to hang his head and go silent...however, it didn't send him flying, no. It only budged him. Beneath his blonde hair, he flashed a grin to the side of his cheek before raising his head with an eager look in his eyes. "Sorry, but it'll take more then that!!" He soared right behind her, grabbing the top of her head with his bicep and forearm. Etoru tried to flip her over his back and flying towards the ground, and then right after that, blast a ki wave towards her! --- [SU] Iron Will used to tank the attack! (Just a variant type thing like afterimage)
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Post by Shemha on Apr 24, 2017 14:09:17 GMT
She wasn’t the only durable one. Her foot connected solidly with his smaller body only for him to hold his ground. A small snort escaped her at the unexpected result, but realistically she shouldn’t have been surprised. This child had held his own against Xylo and lived to tell of it…minus a few limbs of course. Shemha knew not to underestimate him. Even with a proper read on his strength, speed and durability, he was quickly proving to be a handful.
Behind her in the blink of an eye, she felt his arm wrap around her head. Forced to roll with him in the air Shemha was sling shot towards the mountainous terrain below. Driven hard into the ground, earth parted as she hit. Before she was able to get back to her feet, his follow up wave pushed her deeper into the Majin-made crevice. The groan she let out lost amongst the sounds of combat, her physical body was lost as well as dust filled the air around her point of impact. Twisted and mangled in her temporary rock prison she was actually pleased. Pleased that this was going to be a challenge and not just child’s tantrum.
A rumble could be heard as she shoved herself to her feet, boulders tumbling off of her as they kicked more dirt into the air. Concealed by the cloud of brown, she made her move. With a snap of her head, the long tendril that rested atop it shot out towards him. Piercing the veil it stretched in similar fashion to his arm, intent on wrapping itself around his ankle. Using her sensing abilities instead of her sight, she hoped to catch him with the lasso so that another downwards jerk of her head would spike him into the ground, bringing him to her level.
No Tech used. +1 KP
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Post by Etoru on Apr 24, 2017 14:43:43 GMT
The boy stared at the dust cloud below. He narrowed his eyes, trying to sense her energy. She was still there, fortunately. Now, he wasn't worried on her dying, just worried if she suppressed her energy to sneak attack him. But, his worries were confirmed, though not in the way he expected. Part of her pink, gummy skin, shot out at him. Etoru narrowed his eyes, and flew to the left, replacing his previous form with yet another clone. The clone's ankle would be grabbed and pulled towards the ground, while the real Etoru who's energy was now suppressed flew towards the smoke cloud that hid Shemha.
The clone groaned in pain, staring at the dust cloud with a pained expression. "O-Owie..." The clone wouldn't be able to last much longer before disappearing, so Etoru had to make this quick. The boy entered the dust cloud, walking towards her energy until her back was clear enough to see through the cloud. He grinned, putting his hand on her back, looking up at the taller woman. "Behind you." An with that, the boy would attempt to fire another energy wave on her back, sending her flying across the landscape. ---
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Post by Shemha on Apr 26, 2017 17:59:24 GMT
She felt it as her hair wrapped around the child’s ankle and with a mighty tug, she yanked him down into the mountainside. A fresh cloud of dust followed the impact along with the the child’s shout. Satisfied she was prepared to whip the boy in a different direction when she heard the words from behind her. Ah yes, his cloning technique. Apparently, it was a favorite of his and one she overlooked. Her mistake was paid for with a blast to the back.
The energy wave sent her flying forward in addition to disbursing the dust cloud that once concealed her. Hurtling through the air, she slapped to the ground on her stomach and chest, resilient body starting to bounce like a skipping stone across water. That single hop was all she allowed though, the Majin’s agile body then twisted in the air to right itself. With a partial flip, she pressed her left hand to the ground in order to negate her momentum, bare toes digging in the dirt as well. When she finally came to a stop the Majin’s head snapped up to regard him.
Compared to before the grin she wore was rather playful, maybe even hungry in appearance. Influenced by her Saiyan allies and those she absorbed, the farther into a fight the Majin went, the more she enjoyed herself. She just couldn’t help it. That was not to say she lost control of herself like so many hot headed warriors. No, she remained as calculation as ever.
Supported by three of her four appendages, Shemha remained in the predatory stance as her right arm rose. Her knuckles hummed with energy as if she planned to come at him for more close combat, but then she drove the fist down into the earth. That is how it appeared at least from his perspective. However, just before it made contact with the dirt, she willed open a small portal. Aided by her control over magic, the portal connected to another that opened inches from Etoru’s left cheek. From that small opening came her fist, alive with energy and aimed right for the side of his face.
[N1]Rift Render use to slug this tricky kid across the face! Etoru isn’t the only one capable of surprises.
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Post by Etoru on Apr 28, 2017 17:21:41 GMT
Etoru smirked as she skidded across the landscape. He crossed his arms, watching her come to a stop. His eyebrows curled into a mocking look. "Oooh~ I'm sorry, was that a little too much for you?" He stuck his tongue out in a taunting manner, enjoying every moment of this. He loved winning, and would go out of his way in order to achieve victory. Though, when he saw her grin, he tilted his head. "Eh? What's so funny, I'm clearly winning." He gave a shrug, closing his eyes stubbornly for a moment. "Aren't you even a little salty...?" When he opened it, he saw her fist curl up, and he narrowed his eyes.
What was she plotting...? He half expected her arm to stretch over to him, and was preparing for that. What he didn't expect though, was her pink fist swinging towards the ground. He didn't have time to prepare for what happened next. A portal opened below her fist, only for it to show near his face. "What?!" He could only predict what would happen next. Her fist came through, crashing into the side of his cheek. "Egh!" The boy pushed his foot into the dirt, hoping to limit the distance he'd fly back. Though, it only made it hurt even more! Etoru yelped, being sent back in the air a few feet, landing on his back not too far from his previous location.
Blood trickled down his face, and he groaned in pain. "...O-Owieee...." He whined, sititng up holding his face. His eyes were a little teary. "W-what the heck Ms.Shemha....what was that for..." He whimpered, giving a pout as he held his throbbing cheek. "Eeekkk...t-that was a dirty move! A dirty, dirty move, and you know it!" ---
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Post by Shemha on May 1, 2017 19:19:01 GMT
”Dirty? Please, don’t be so naive.” Shemha responded somewhat harshly. Surely, with this much power the boy possessed enough experience to realize that combat wasn’t always about honor and being straight forward with your opponent. Victory and above all else, survival is what mattered. The path chosen to reach that goal was secondary to the destination. If he wished to pit himself against Xylo in the future, he was going to have to wizen up to that fact. With a slow roll of her neck she began a slow advance towards him.
”Tell me, what happened to General Mayze when you were fighting against Xylo and his minions? Hmmm? Wasn’t that a dirty trick? It was, but it took Mayze’s life none the less. Wake up child, we live in a world of tricks, not treats.” The almost scolding nature of her words slightly surprising to the Majin and even more so to her demonic companion that relaxed nearby. She felt nothing for this child, not more than anyone else, yet she chose to try and educate him on what she believed he would face. The Universe was not a pleasant place and in the near future, it was likely to get worse.
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Post by Etoru on May 5, 2017 17:44:03 GMT
"E-Erm...I guess....b-but still!" Etoru wiped his eyes with his forearms before glaring at the Majin Commander. He pushed his hands against the rubble and propped himself up. The boy narrowed his teal eyes and began to dust himself off. "I-I mean...we're sparring! And uh, in spars you can't...trick people? Not me anyways." He crossed his arms, pouting. Boy was she strong...He wasn't expecting an opponent like this! Etoru put a finger to his chin and sighed. "I didn't think I'd haaave to do this. But alright..."
The pint sized warrior put his fists near his waist and squatted. The ground began to rumble and the debris from the battle they had began to rise. Etoru growled, his aura spiraling around him wildly. "HRAGH!!!" His energy would then burst, cracking the earth beneath his feet. Lightning cackled around him, swinging at the air aimlessly. His power seemed to reach greater heights as well...! "Hmph!" Etoru clenched his prosthetic fist, closing and opening it getting a feel for his power. He looked at her, grinning sheepishly. "Heh, I told you I was the strongest Earth had to offer! But it isn't just brute strength! I also got the edamacation for fighting!" ---
Super Saiyan 2 Activated! 9,240,048!
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Post by Shemha on May 5, 2017 18:56:10 GMT
In her humble opinion each and every training session should be given as much realism as possible. There was no benefit in coddling a warrior, regardless of age. As he wiped his face and shifted his stance, Shemha expected some sort of technique, but what she got to witness was something far more impressive.
The ground around them shook under the strain as the child summoned more strength. Her legs spread slightly to maintain her steady balance as she watched the golden aura around him intensify. Then, in a burst of power that rivaled the Queen of the Empire, this child ascended to a new level of strength. Were she not capable of constant control of her emotions and facial features, her jaw might have dropped open as the young warrior surpassed all but the strongest of individuals. Frankly, it was hard to fully grasp. Where would this child be when he reached adult hood?
”Nothing short of amazing.” The Commander admitted as he released only what she could assume was his full power. It stretched beyond what she remembered from Namek.
”Perhaps you are the strongest warrior that Earth has to offer. I might have been mistaken.” Shemha conceded as her eyes remained on Earth’s golden boy. She couldn’t touch him now, not like this. Yet, to feel the strength and test herself against someone so powerful was a real opportunity indeed.
”Shall we continue?” She asked and if given permission, burst into motion. Strafing to her right, the Majin looked too closed the distance between them and launch a flurry of strikes. More than anything it was designed to see just how she compared. Back on Namek she never got the chance to directly engage Walker, only charge from afar in order to support Habana. Now she could see how her speed compared or more accurately, how it didn’t.
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Post by Etoru on May 7, 2017 5:20:31 GMT
Etoru felt his pride swell up when Shemha felt amazed. Man, he sure loved being praised. Acknowledgment and respect was one of his biggest goals he was aiming to achieve after all! Is he still a cocky little twerp? Maybe. Would he ever admit it? No. Would he ever tone down his ego? Nope! Though, in his Super Saiyan 2 state, he always feels a different feel to it. An atmosphere of seriousness. So when she asked to continue, his smirk faded away rather quickly. He narrowed his eyes at her, his feet sliding against the earth as he got into a stance.
She swiftly made her move, dashing right towards him! His pupils watched her as her feet danced, pushing her left and right, only for her to approach at his right side! Etoru's eyebrows furrowed as he saw the flurry of fists come right at him! Though, they seemed slower. More predictable. In this form, his eyes were so much more keen. He was able to track her without any trouble. He didn't like using it however. While it did feel awesome to have that kind of power surging through you, that feeling still lingered. It was too solemn for his taste.
Etoru took slow steps back as her fists soared towards him. Using only his torso and head, he managed to duck and weave, avoiding every punch the Majin threw at him. He grit his teeth a bit, sliding his foot and leaning toward her next hit. He'd let her fist fly over him, but allow her forearm to grind into his shoulder. Should she not avoid this, he'd push into it, hopefully making her stumble towards him a bit and lose balance. He'd then throw his knee right at her gut, all the while looking past her not saying a word.
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Post by Shemha on May 8, 2017 15:55:16 GMT
No matter how hard she tried or what pattern of attacks she threw, each and every strike caught nothing but air. In a way it was disheartening, all her power and speed useless against a mere child as he seemed to easily weave his way around her attacks. Yet, on the other hand it gave her an appreciation for the power she knew Habana possessed and deep down, a desire to attain it herself. Surely, if the Queen and Etoru were capable of such levels of strength she could reach it as well.
As another punch sailed past him, her only reaction to his advance was the widening of her glowing eyes. Barely able to track the small movement, her body confirmed what her senses perceived a moment later as his knee drove into her abdomen. The Majin’s soft flesh fared poorly against the strike as she folded nearly in half before shooting backwards as if fired from a slingshot. Rolling across the ground she took a moment to realize what this meant. That was just a strike, no power enhanced blow or energy based technique and here she was tossed like a rag doll. She had so far to go.
Finally able to get her bearings she halted her momentum by digging her fingers into the dirt. Eight trails left in her wake she shoved to her feet. With a glance down she saw the indent still in her body, skin a bit slow to reform after that one. Half a grin on her face, she glanced to Meridia who stood wide eyed a short distance away. The demon had never seen her companion tossed so easily from a single strike.
”That hurt, but surely you can do more.” Shemha taunted as Meridia shot her a look to say “what are you doing?” The Commander knew exactly what she was doing. Xylo and his powerful demon were out there. She wished to see what type of strength they could wield and if she could hold up against it. Shemha wanted to see more.
I know it wasn’t a tech you used, but at this difference I feel it would still hit quite hard!
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