Post by Zucceta on Jun 17, 2017 15:08:00 GMT
PREVIOUSLY ON
Zucceta blushed. "Some of those cartoons are alright. I like the fighting ones." Obviously. What the hell is wrong with you, woman? Keep your mouth shut.
"Thief Gear? Well, at least you admit it. Wish I had a cheat like that." I mean, you did kill a couple of planets to get some power ups, Zucceta--yeah, yeah, alright. She shook her head. She tired herself out, sometimes.
The blade shimmers and slips through the air, slicing towards Vi-Poi's hand. Zucceta's triumphant grin falters as a large defensive sphere erupted in her path. "What the--"
The blade slaps into the sphere, and while the shield would crack and ripple under the strain of the blow, it wouldn't break. Need to get me one of these, too. If he can copy mine, I can copy his.
The saiyan woman broke away from the shield, and put a couple of metres of distance between the two fighters. She, too, was panting with exertion when the android suggested increasing the field. Sweat trickled down her face and forehead and dripped, plop-plop-plop, from the tip of her nose. A small part of her resisted the suggestion. A small part. The rest craved the challenge and the training. "I was just about to say the same thing," she lied, twisting the dial up a notch. The red field thickened.
Zucceta would waste no time. "Break's over."
She'd twist to the side and point her left arm at the blue android, ki rushing forth in an invisible mass and building, heating, around her foe. In under a second the ki would detonate in a small, localised explosion. If this were a more serious fight, and her opponent far weaker, Zucceta's opponent would have exploded from the inside. No such luck with Vi-Poi, although she might not have used the technique to its full, visceral capacity.
Might not. He was an android. She could stick him back together.
[Silent Fireworks used!]