First Impressions (Dojo/Gravityx50/Closed)

The powerful sound of fist against steel clattered and echoed throughout the Dojo, sending an intense shockwave throughout the empty, dome-shaped building! Kaza's mindless, yet brutal punch seemed to go through quite effectively, and actually did enough to dent Meridia's armor! Realizing she actually did some damage to the brute of a woman, the Majin grinned wildly, really starting to enjoy their battle!

''You think I'll just LET you strip me down!? You'll be needing some SERIOUS medical attention before that happens!'' Kaza shouted back with vigor, pulling back her elastic arms before charging straight at the Demon once more, heavy, powerful footsteps echoing through the chamber like earthquakes! Kaza, however, was not aware of Meridia's strategy, or even the fact that she possessed telekinesis!

While Meridia was probably intending to catch Kaza off guard, and slice away more of her arms, the Majin's reckless run had put her direct body into the destructive path of the twirling axe! She could only see it briefly from the corner of her eye, hearing the wind whoosh past her ears before gasping loudly! ''What the f-uuAAAGH!''

Kaza's attempts to dodge or counter proved futile, as the Majin was much too slow! With a disgusting, slimy, dull 'thunk', Meridia's axe struck right into the Majin's forehead, embedding itself deep into the rubber-like flesh! Kaza tumbled across the Dojo's floor like a ragdoll, the added momentum from her run sending her careening straight into the reinforced wall, which halted her momentum with a crude crash.

Now sprawled out onto the floor with a gigantic, demonic axe stuck in her head, Kaza glared right at the Demon, grumbling and groaning frustratedly. ''Okay- Meridia...First of all...'' Kaza hissed, slowly climbing back on her feet as she gripped the large axe by its handle, starting to pull it out of her skull. ''Why not just use your FISTS like a normal person?!'' She complained loudly, finally pulling the weapon out with an unnerving 'shlorp'.

    ''And, secondly...''

She panted exhaustedly, heavy breaths mixed with pained grunts as her grip on the axe tightened. Her entire body tensed up, teeth clenching and stance lowering- like a tiger ready to pounce. ''THAT FUCKING HURT!!''

Kaza's loud, high-pitched voice screamed throughout the chamber in a loud tone, actually starting to shake the entire building! The soldier broke out into a fierce run once more, eyes like glareful slits as she stared straight into Meridia's very soul. Letting out a guttural warcry, she gripped the large axe with all three of her remaining arms, before spinning around vigorously!

    ''I'LL TURN YOU INTO A FUCKING MEAT PIE!''

Kaza only spun around quicker and quicker whilst approaching Meridia, holding out the axe fully outstretched, until a metallic, fiery hiss screeched through the chamber! Her purple aura mixed into the whirling spinning top of death, producing a literal tornado of destructive, purple energy, topped off with the sharp edge of Meridia's axe!

The Majin turned herself into a living blender of destruction, a powerful storm of steel and energy headed straight toward Meridia!

Kaza is using Meridia's axe (with permission), and turned herself into a beyblade!

No KP used! +1 to KP

KP: 3/3

TAGS: Vennel Shemha
OOC NOTES: I AM SO SORRY FOR THIS GIANT ASS DELAY

....the new zelda game is very addictive.

Behind the front plate of her helmet, Meridia’s playful expression remained. Although she just met this small blue Majin, the demon already enjoyed her company. Energetic and a bit wild, the girl possessed a personality that clashed enjoyably with the mischievous retainer. Determined to remain less than serious, she wondered just how far her words might be capable of pushing Kaza. Clearly she hadn’t taken lightly to the comments about her hidden figure or the removal of her armor, what else might get under her skin?

Meridia’s axe sure could.

The wet thunk created as a result of the weapon finding its mark was gross enough to make even the one that caused it flinch. Safe from the Majin’s intended onslaught, she watched as the soldier tumbled across the floor. Her trip was accentuated with the sounds of gooey flesh slapping the ground and the clang of the metal weapon, both sounds alternating until the girl met the wall with a thud. For a moment she thought perhaps she went too far, but thankfully Kaza began to stagger to her feet.

Based on the venom in her voice and the escalation of volume, Meridia figured the girl just fine. As the she addressed her by name, the demon’s head cocked slightly to the side. Content to listen, she let out a sharp whistle as Kaza screamed at her for the painful head wound. Motion followed the shout and as Kaza rushed forwards, the armored warrior chose to backpedal.

Retreating could only get her so far, but the backwards movement promised to buy her more time. Armor and weapons were not the only items in her arsenal. In fact, with material all around her the demon possessed a near limitless bag of tricks.

”My hands are rather skilled in fact and in regards to the pain, in my defense, that was supposed to behead you!” Meridia giggled as the distance between them steadily shrank. No longer able to follow the arc of her weapon within the black and blue whirlwind that approached her, she planned to deal with the living blender creatively.

Skidding to a halt, she crouched to press both hands to the tiled floor of the dojo. Magic cascaded down her arms and into the floor. Then, with a “pull” of her mind, the flat floor rose upwards. Able to summon objects like her armor, Meridia was also capable of reshaping the world around her. Within reason of course, she could create and destroy material to suit her needs and what she needed right now, was the ten foot wall that rose between them.

A defensive structure by definition, the wall wasn’t meant to protect her. Instead its purpose was to invite Kaza in. With the hopes that the twirling Majin might try and bust right through the free standing chunk of tile, Meridia leapt into the air. Up and over the wall she went, trying to time her jump so that as her opponent obliterated it with her borrowed weapon, her armored figured dropped from above. Arms held high, the demon’s hands clasped together before both gauntlets dropped towards the top of Kaza’s head.

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The chip on Vennel’s shoulder was so large the Commander was left to wonder how she still stood under this enhanced gravity. An aggressive nature and the desire to prove oneself was not uniquely Saiyan, yet the people of Vegeta perfected it. Among a civilization of experts, Vennel came off as a master. Likely thanks to her short time on the throne, not even long enough to warm its surface; the warrior’s words held venom for those that doubted her and admittedly, Shemha was one of them.

Regardless of her prowess displayed thus far she didn’t know the woman as much as she knew of her. Who Vennel was varied greatly from what she was and even farther from what she could become. The passion in her voice spoke volumes of what she planned to prove, what she looked to achieve as part of her return. Shemha hoped, as glorious as it might be, that whatever it was the girl accomplished, would be for the Empire’s betterment.

When the first blast was sent in her direction, a powerful swipe of her arm intercepted it. Forearms humming with energy she smacked the orb aside, letting it crash into the floor a short distance away. Eyes on the warrior above her, the Majin’s slender arms began to blur as the barrage increased in intensity, each movement calculated and precise to deflect the shots meant for her figure. Those that went wide of their target were allowed to slam into the floor, cracked tile splintering further under the assault. The dojo was going to need some tender love and care after this one.

In short order the air around the Commander was alight with explosions as energy rained down from above. Over the roar of the assault, she heard the warrior venting more of her frustrations with the previous Queen and what she had done. Not so sure on the details and motives of the beginning of Zucceta’s reign, Shemha was present for the end of it. That she was able to encompass in a single word, disappointing.

Through all that was said, the Majin offered no response beyond her reaction to the near endless string of blasts. Surrounded by dust and the blinding flashes of multiple explosions, she stood unscathed. However, when the last blast detonated in her outstretched hand, crushed into oblivion, she saw the tactic for what it was. Anger pushed the Elite, but it did not control her. In her throes of rage she continued to calculate her approach and in doing so, she caught the Commander off guard.

Gravity enhanced her speed and power so much so that when the Saiyan’s clenched fists crashed into the top of Shemha’s head, the Majin felt her face hit the tile before the pain of the heavy blow even registered. An audible groan lost amongst the cracking of the dojo floor, she hit hard enough to send a ripple effect through her slender figure, legs lifting from the floor as her upper half pressed into it. Unable to deny the strength behind the hit or the numbing sensation in her cheek, the strike was far from enough to drop the Empire’s second strongest warrior.

At the apex of their short trip up from the tile, her feet shot down, and toes pressed to the floor. Unnatural movements a continual aspect of her fighting style, the Majin shot back up to a partial crouch, knees bent as her right hand shot up towards the Elite’s throat. Should it grab hold as she intended, powerful fingers squeezing tight to cut off Vennel’s airways and Shemha’s face came to a stop centimeters from the girl’s own. Dark eyes locked on those bright pools of blue-green, an aggressive glint showed itself, a stark contrast to her otherwise calm demeanor since they began.

To all Vennel said, her multiple claims that she was no longer to be the joke Zucceta made her to be, her choice to prove doubters wrong and her general decision to return to the SSE in full, Shemha responded with one word.

”Good!” She almost hissed in the Super Saiyan’s face.

Regardless of how pleased she was to see passion from the powerful warrior about her return to the Empire, this sparring session was much more than introductory. Like all parts of Saiyan culture, it was a test. Shemha pushed those under her without reserve and if these two were as loyal as they said, then they fell under her command as well.

Grip hopefully still tight on the other female’s throat, the Majin’s left hand spread open. All five fingers, each tipped with a sharp black nail, glowed red and with no hesitation dove for the warrior’s armored stomach. Designed to cut and puncture instead of detonate, she usually used this technique at a longer range, but instead she released it as her finger touched to the girl’s armor. If Vennel was not ready, five fingers were about to find their way through her abdominal wall.

TAGS: Vennel Majin Kaza
OOC NOTES: Finally! *Cough*


Techniques Used:
Shemha
Shemha uses her [N1]Rend ability to try and stab her fingers into Vennels gut!



[N1]Rend:Concentrating Ki into her fingernails, Shemha is able to release the built up energy with a swipe of her hand. Unlike typical Ki blasts the thin arcs of energy do not explode upon impact, instead designed to cut into their target.

KP: 1/3

Meridia
Nocturna Used: PL - 2,111,385
Meridia summons up a wall then tries to plant Kaza into the floor!

[UT]Magic Materialization From a young age Meridia was able to utalize magic, her kin proficient in its many uses. Through magic, she can create any object of her liking, and it would be as strong as her own power level.



+1 KP

3/3

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