Inheritors of Saiyan blood! (Dojo, x10 Grav) (CLOSED)

Ginge's PL: 4,192
Current PL: 2,096

Just before the young Saiyan's fist could connect with her opponent, a dome-shaped barrier had sprung into place between the two of them. For a few moments, it seemed as though the world had come to a stop, as the pair hung in a stand-still between their matching powers. Energy flew from the point of contact between them, only driving the woman to put more of her own behind her attack.

However, the match had already been decided. Just as the barrier broke and dissolved from around the smaller majin, Ginge fell to the ground, with her momentum halted in its tracks. On hands and knees, she landed hard, as the purple woman merely took a few steps back in order to taunt her further.

Rather, the purple woman was not taunting her more. While the Saiyan woman pushed herself back onto unsteady feet, her opponent was grinning and speaking jovially. To be honest, it was more than a little confusing, but the sudden relief of the artificial gravity being deactivated managed to distract her from such things. For a moment, she was content to catch her breath as the adrenaline began to leave her veins, and unwound her trembling tail to hold it up to a respectable level. Unfortunately, the fatigue that was quickly settling into her body made even that too difficult, and the shaking limb remained near waist level.

She dragged her attention back to the purple woman, just as she was saying that they should fight again. The young woman's open-mouthed panting for air was interrupted as she grinned again, and she reached out to shake the offered hand.

"Ginge..." She breathed her own name heavily. Briefly, she chuckled as the weight of their spar hit her, and she continued, "and, we definitely should."