Jala remains silent, listening to the Namek as her energy crackled nearing maximum power, but she needed more. She was getting annoyed but understood the Namek, she understood him, but she had to win this fight. She now had a reason to fight, and she was okay with that. Though, her eye twitched at the sight of the solar flare stance.
She had a choice, continue down this path, possibly even following her Universe 5 counterpart… Or choose good and not kill him, only knocking him out or out of the ring. It was a hard choice for her… Give up everything she knew and just try something else; or continue down the path of despair… She knew her choice after thinking as she looked at Snakki.
“I’ve made my choice on my path. I won’t be giving up… I’m sorry about that.” she said, raising her right arm up as her hand glowed with yellow crackling energy, pointing it at him. “Stay still, I don’t wanna hit the wrong spot…” she muttered, hoping he wouldn’t move as she lines it up.
Snakki Got nothing else to do... So rapid posting. So, which will she choose? Killing or Mercy? Charging [MP3] Spiritual Ki Enhancer for 400% for this turn! KP 3/3
Snare says nothing more, standing silently with his arms raised in that familiar Solar Flare pose. He's done talking, certain that if nothing else the woman would take something away from this altercation.
Makki always did want to be a teacher... he thought to himself, I hope she's learnt something. Wish someone would've done that for us...
He shakes his head, dismissing the thought. That wasn't what he was there for, after all.
She's strong, for sure. However... I can't be sure she'll win the tournament, even if she beats me. If I let this go without offering any resistance, I could be throwing away the whole reason I came here. I at least have to try...
"...In case you forgot, I'm still not going to just let you win this. It's a tournament, after all." He smirks. "So lighten up. We're two strong warriors. Even if we're fighting for someone's life, or struggling with ourselves, we should still be unable to unwind and have a little fun, right?"
He leaves the Solar Flare pose, having decided that the time for that technique had passed. He holds his left hand up, opening it and charging a ball of ki in his palm, keeping his other fist at his side.
"It's been a while since I've been able to enjoy battle, Saiyan. I know you won't disappoint."
Snakki begins charging [MP3] Destructive Wave at 100% PL
Snakki's player nearly facepalms through his forehead and out the back of his skull.
She felt the energy around her hand crackle, finally being ready as she steadies it. She took his words to heart as she smiles at him, then sadistically grins, as a thin, unimpressive ki blade started to form itself around her right hand, only an inch big; not strong looking at all.
“Reeeady~? It won’t hurt too much!” she’d yell, eager to end this. She wasn’t expecting the Namek to put up too much of a fight as she launched the ki blade, expecting the blunt edge of it to hit him and carry him off the ring and onto the ground for a ring out.
She decided not to kill him, only to hopeful knock him out and off the ring. She could try and be better, or something. So this should be a start. “Now, FALL!”
Snakki Time to end the charades, and end this. Sorry. Your wish will happen though! Firing [MP3] Spiritual Ki Enhancer for 500% for this turn! Planning to KO and knock Snakki out of the ring! [MP3] Spiritual Ki Enhancer - 500%/1250000 PL! -3 KP! 0/3 KP
As the Saiyaness charged toward him, her hand shrouded in ki, Snakki felt satisfied.
I guess I couldn't bring myself to fight her after all... Still, I know I've done some good.
With a shout, he thrusts his hand forward, releasing his charged up energy in a solid yellow beam.
"DESTRUCTIVE WAVE!" he yells. Still, it's nowhere near enough. Perhaps if he had actually fought and prepared, instead of talking her head off...
No. No regrets. This is right.
As his attack hits with hers, the ki blade cuts right through his energy wave, bisecting it as it draws closer to him.
Just this once, I'm okay with losing.
The ki blade collides with Snakki, hitting him dead center in the chest, hitting him hard enough to send him flying. He lands flat on his back, barely conscious. Before he's fully knocked out, he makes one final gesture.
He weakly raises his fist to the air, as if to say, Go get 'em. With this final gesture of encouragement, he passes out, overcome by pain. Even if he isn't dead, he'll certainly feel this later.
Snakki launches [MP3] Destructive Wave at 200% PL ; he doesn't calculate the clash because it doesn't matter
Snakki decides to forfeit after all, if only because he knows there's a good chance that his people are still in good hands.
Jala watches him fall out of the ring, still alive as her scouter goes off like mad. “Heheheheh… Looks Like I made a new friend.” she muttered, smiling, feeling… Good inside. She tapped the scouter and her client is screaming his ass off at her.
“Listen hear and listen good, I will find you and beat you until your just a pile of incomprehensible meat you little shit if you target Snakki or me. I’m not playing around.” she said, in a venomous tone of pure malicious as she clicks it off.
She jumps down, excited she won and is moving on but she grabbed Snakki and put him on her shoulders as she powers down and looks at the audience, and quickly flares into Super Saiya-jin 2, thinking of the man. Her translucent, red liquid like aura trickles down her as she shouts,
“FOR ALL TO HEAR ME, I AM JALA FROM UNIVERSE 10 AND I WILL WIN, USING MY WISH TO HELP HIS UNIVERSE! ANY OPPONENT OF MINE WILL FALL! PREPARE YOURSELVES!”
When she finished screaming, she’d power up, the aura now rising off of her and bubbling, as if boiling as she hopes the audience will be on her side as she depowers and heads to the med bay with him.
Ornee blinked awkwardly. The time patroller who'd been commentating the matches had never come back from his bathroom break, leaving the Vargas all alone at the desk. He squawked nervously as the timer clanged, noting the end of the match. Uncertainty in his talons, he clicked a button, and moved up to the microphone.