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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 7:51:12 GMT
The atmosphere was a breezing cold weather and by the looks of it, it seemed to only get worse by the hour. Traveling through this ruined abandoned city was Yu Yezi. Yu Yezi wore a white shirt wrapped around his face to where you could only visibly see his eyes alone. He wore a full purple jumpsuit with white gloves and boots and having one saiyan plate on the left side of his saiyan armor. No visible skin could be seen from his appearance alone due to the personal design that he made for himself.
Traveling through the city on foot rather than flying due to being less spotted by anyone who was near by and using his ki sense to detect anyone who was heading his way. Along with the ki sensing, he was also using ki suppression to hide his ki completely from enemy territory and knew that people were coming after him. Each step he took felt like forever as he looked around to see nothing that would interest him at all. Yu reached into his saiyan plate armor around his chest to pull out the medicine capsule that he needed to not hallucinate. Yu looked at the bottle and squinted his eyes and knew that he had ran out of the medicine that he needed to stay sane.
Throwing the bottle on the floor with the next expression being a sigh as he continued to walk and having sweat drip from his face and all other parts of his body. The only thing he did enjoy and keeping him sane really was the cold breeze that would enter through his face. Yu thought to himself that if he didn't get the pills that he needed in the next five minutes, that he would start to hallucinate and time was running out. Yu looked forward to spot the exit of the ruined city that had a large wooden gate door which was fairly opened just a few inches. He was about 20ft from his destination as he shifted his eyes left and right, constantly to watch the ruined buildings closely and thought of any possible plan just in case someone or something was on the other end of the large gate entrance in front of him. Yu knew he had entered enemy territory and was ready for war as an Arcosian Soldier.
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 22, 2015 8:21:48 GMT
Life on the outside was… well it could certainly be BETTER but it was certainly a few steps above prison life, on the inside she had been moderately respected at least for her strength though certainly not for her heritage but because of her temper much like on the outside she had made lots of enemies, unlike on the outside however avoiding those enemies was not quite as simple she couldn’t simply spend a week away from the same bars as someone she had a problem with or they do the same, all of the people she pissed off or who pissed her off were crammed into the same place all day every day, the only moderately safe place to stay was your cell and even then if the guards turned a blind eye there was a chance for a bit of danger there. Most others had stopped –direct- attempts on her life after a while mostly settling for scuffles here and there posturing for power like animals something Habana was more than willing to oblige with.
But now she did not have to deal with that, doing her best to give her mother a bit of space Habana decided it best to simply take her things and go training for a bit, she’d return within the week… probably.. But for now she was training out in the old Tuffle ruins. They made for a pretty solid training location overall, crumbling buildings that provided all sorts of obstacles for training and PLENTY of target practice. The fact that the Tuffles were also rather exceptional with technology also meant that there was a lot of pretty durable materials around, some could even properly stand up against her full might and a few rare bits that hadn’t already been scavenged away could full on resist everything she threw at them.
Those were the walls and machines that she really liked to work on, putting her all into smacking some obscenely tough piece of Tuffle tech with no risk of anyone getting pissed at her for messing with it. Perfect. Presently Habana had set herself up on what was left of a bench for some sort of Tuffle transport, it was vaguely reminiscent of an earthen hover bus stop and considering what tech the Tuffles had it was probably almost exactly that. Her bedroll was set up on the bench creating a more proper makeshift bed while her backpack was stowed beneath, Habana was laying on her ‘bed’ casting her gaze skyward as her body recuperated from her training, she was more or less back at full strength but was quite enjoying the rest and a chance to simply relax for a bit.
Habana cracked a single eye open as an unexpected sound broke the rather pleasant silence of the abandoned city, the sound of the cities worn gate being forced open, Habana had not bothered trying to force that thing open when she made her way here, rather she had simply scaled one of the far walls by using the handholds created by the long past war. Pushing herself up to a seated position Habana pushed a bit of energy into her eye initiating the full power of her gaze and to her surprise did not find a substantial power signature. “Oh fuck me…” Habana muttered as her experience with no power reading matched with a clear ‘something is there’ meant either someone nearby could suppress power, or there was a machine of some sort nearby doing something.
She’d encountered a couple of rogue Tuffle machines, ancient things barely functional but occasionally still dangerous. With a heavy sigh Habana pushed herself off her makeshift bed and began wandering in the direction of the gate to see if whatever was pushing its way in was still nearby. Not long after she departed her 'camp' Habana found a rather peculiar sight a man with his head covered and his body clad in a tight purple jumpsuit and modified armor stumbling through the ruins with what seemed like a rather specific purpose. He looked a bit out of sorts but in spite of this he was scanning the landscape with his eyes which meant he -probably- wasn't actively dying and was perhaps just exhausted, perhaps another outcast looking for a good training spot. Habana herself knew little of the escalating tensions between Arcose and Vegeta and such she did not see a lost member of the Arcose empire as -too- big of a threat."Oi guy, you alright? You look like shit." Habana shouted not caring much for how negatively her statement could be taken, 'brash' would a rather accurate description of Habana.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 8:38:38 GMT
Aspa flew towards the Tuffle Ruins, as fast as he could while wearing his weighted armor. Rumors within rumors were spreading within the capital, of someone attacking Saiyan refugee camps. The Saiyans had looked everywhere but the ruins that Aspa was currently flying towards. Scanning the area with his scouter, he would pick up a power level of around the upper four thousand area.
Aspa stood at four foot nine inches tall, his skin was tanned like he spent most of his time outside. Aspa wore a unique blue battle suit that use to keep his power in check, now it didn’t need to do so in order for him to live. He wore it now in remembrance of the times when he had to wear it lest his power tore him to shreds. Upon Aspa’s right almond colored eye, rested a blue scouter that he used to track people. Donned over his suit, Aspa wore a blue battle armor, it was a armor that covered his thighs, groin, and shoulders.
It was a older model yes, but it was no less effective. Aspa’s dark brown hair was not spiky like most Saiyan males, sure it spiked in various directions but for the most part it laid flat upon his head. He was not muscular like most Saiyans, he was lean like a twig but that did not mess with the amount of power he could put out in a punch or a kick.
Frowning, it seemed like he had found the bastard that had been killing his people. Gritting his teeth, Aspa flew faster not caring if they could sense him. If they tried to get away from him, Aspa would unleash a deadly area of effect barrage, and level the ruins before tracking the person down. Soon, Aspa would reach the ruins and would spot a woman attempting to speak with what appeared to be some sort of alien covered in purple cloth. Seeing the saiyan armor, Aspa’s hands clenched tightly.
Landing near the both of them, Aspa looked at them while scanning them with his scouter. The alien had his power suppressed ‘It seemed like he’s trying to hide from something or someone,’ Aspa thought, before slowly walking towards them.
“Reveal your names and purpose upon Vegeta, or be prepared to face the consequences in undermining a manhunt for a criminal attacking Saiyan Refugee camps.”
Aspa, kept his cool while watching the both of them carefully. ‘The woman might be a Saiyan or a Saiyan Halfbreed, but the other one they might not even be a Saiyan,’ Aspa reasoned while keeping his Ki infused within his muscles in order to counter any attack that may come his way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2015 9:09:21 GMT
Yu stood still with the cold breeze going against his face as he turned his back at the woman and now was facing the man. Yu heard what he had said and completely ignored the woman as he stood in an attention stance with his legs closed together and his index and middle finger together while the rest of the fingers were closed. He saluted the military looking man and thought to himself that he could bluff his way out of this situation. Two seconds passed by and Yu formulated a false saiyan name in his head, along with the reasons why his face is covered. Yu closed his eyes as he increased his power level and transformed to his x2 transformation as he then opened his eyes. Yu then spoke to him with a firm and serious manner.
"Cheng Ninjin (Orange Carrot), Recruit rank sir and just scouting the area for the enemy who slayed our brothers and sisters. The environment is so cold that I shield my face and also protects my identity as a saiyan from the enemy who lurks our planet. I'm here to serve."
While kneeing down on his left knee locked on the ground with his right knee in an upright position and having his right forearm against his right kneecap. He also had his right hand just cuffed and placed his head down as he paid attention to the changes in the air patterns, sounds around him, and the man's feet in front of him. Yu placed his left hand on the ground behind his left ankle and used it as a shield to block the man's vision as he cuffed his hand completely into a fist. Yu then used this opportunity to grab some dirt along with it as a back up planned and he concealed it so well that it wouldn't be noticed. His back exterior and the way it was presented also made sure that the woman wouldn't notice it either. Yu thought to himself and hoped that the plan would work that they wouldn't discover his identity and stood firmly and strongly without his body shaking or giving suspicion.
WC: 360
PL: 3,218
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 22, 2015 23:53:00 GMT
Being caught off guard was perhaps one of Habana’s least favorite things, especially when the person who caught her off guard was not actually suppressing there power. Habana had been mostly focused on the stranger with no power signature that she had not even noticed that quite quickly there was another power signature drawing near, his voice cut through the silence that had settled between herself and the stranger instantly drawing there attention onto him and by extension forcing them to turn to face him. He looked surprisingly young for someone with such authority in his voice, certainly younger than herself but in spite of his youth her eye told her everything she needed to know, he was strong. Stronger than herself even and by his words he was someone working directly for the military.
Habana paled slightly as he demanded their names and purposes for being on the planet because he was looking for a criminal… but then a wave of relief washed over her as he said that the criminal was accused of, attacking refugee camps. She had certainly not done something that foolish, her past crimes were mostly ‘make an ass out of herself by punching the wrong person’ over, and over, and over again, which meant that if one of them was the criminal it had to be the stranger or that perhaps the criminal was just somewhere in the area. In hindsight these ruins were probably a rather excellent place to hide out from the law, so many crumbling buildings many of which had underground portions, if you set yourself up properly there was a good chance a fugitive could survive her for quite a while without detection.
Habana was about to explain who she was when she felt a surge of energy that caused her to snap her focus onto the stranger, he had rather suddenly gone from having no power at all to having a power nearly equal to herself and the other Saiyan and where Habana expected him to then launch into an attack instead he simply moved from a standing position to a very millitary style kneeling position as he stated his name, rank, and intentions on vegeta without any clear signs of hostility outside of the burst of power, his outfit certainly screamed ‘military’ but it was not quite the right military to work for his claims. Habana raised an eyebrow at the stranger but decided it best to actually respond to the other guy before trying to puzzle out the stranger any further.
Turning her attention back onto the young officer. “My name’s Habana and my purpose for being on Vegeta? Well it’s generally where I keep my stuff and live” Habana said trying her very best to not be sarcastic and rude but her attempt mostly failing as Habana defaulted back to it from nerves, she knew she had no actual connection to either the stranger if he was the criminal or anyone else who would be doing anything like attacking refugee camps but she could not get past the lingering worry that she would simply be rounded up as an accomplice out of proximity if the stranger turned out to be the man the officer was looking for. “I was out here training, mostly kicking around old Tuffle tech.” Habana added. Part of her wanted to mention that the other guy had powered up but the scouter on the saiyan’s eye would tell him that much most likely.
[Base PL: 4,785, Potential PL(1 Attack): 19,140] [Word Count: 581]
[Total Word Count: 1,345]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 0:30:10 GMT
Keeping his scouter trained on the both of them, Aspa listened to them say their names while watching their actions. He had heard of a half breed named Habana being let out of a prison, but nothing about this ‘Cheng Ninjin’. It was a good attempt to try and trick him, but Saiyans did not have names like that unless they were apart of one of the great Houses like he was. Smirking before looking at the hidden person. ‘I have you now,’ Aspa thought while chuckling slightly.
“I am Aspa of House Bloodburn. Saiyans, do not have dual names unless they were apart of the Great Houses. There is no Cheng house, Ninjin if that is even your real name.”
He knew that Ninjin was a real Saiyan name, but he didn’t want to reveal that to this imposter pretending to be within the military. A recruit didn’t have as much power as this ‘Ninjin’ claimed to be. They had power levels of around eight hundred, and full fledged warriors had power levels of around a thousand. This ‘Ninjin’ was too powerful for his claims.
“Remove that wrapping around your head, so we may see your face. You, Habana get away from him unless you want to fight him for attacking and killing other Saiyans. If you do want to, I will stay back and make sure he does not kill you or escape”
Aspa was pretty sure that this was the man that was attacking saiyans, and this would prove it to him. If so, then he would let her take care of him. If she does well enough, he would offer a place in the military for her directly under himself. As long as she knew how to fight, he didn’t care. He would also offer her residency within his own home if she so wanted.
Wondering what she would do, Aspa would watch the both of them to note their reactions to him knowing that he knows that this Ninjin was the one that was more than likely attacking the refugee camps, and him knowing that she was at least part Saiyan.
If she refused his offer of fighting the suspected man, he would remove his armor and deal with him himself without mercy. But he would let the man live to face trial for his crimes against the Saiyan Solar Empire. ‘It’s checkmate, ‘Ninjin’. Time to reveal if you’re a saiyan or trying to trick me,’ Aspa smirked even more while thinking it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 0:53:12 GMT
Rising to his feet and not even shaken at the fact that he found out that he was an impostor. While Yu rose to his feet he shifted his eyes to the woman who was fairly within range of him, as he then shifted his eyes back at the man. Yu pondering at the thought and wondered how this man came to know that he wasn't of saiyan status. Yu knew that he wouldn't be able to pretend to be a saiyan soldier without first analyzing one. Yu then spoke to him as he pondered his next move.
"My name isn't Cheng Ninjin, in fact, I am not of saiyan breed."
Yu grabbing the white shirt with his right hand as he plotted his next course of action and paid attention to every detail that this man would allow only them to fight. Yu crouched a bit to adjust his legs and spoke.
"My name is.... Yu..... Yezi.."
Upon stating his last name and pulling off the white shirt at the same time to reveal his face to both of them. He quickly leaped backwards to Habana and made sure that he landed within arm's length from her. He quickly turned completely towards her and threw his white wet shirt over to her face, if successful, she would be blinded temporarily from seeing his next move. At the same time he is performing the action of throwing the shirt at her face, he quickly lunged at her in a crouch position and attempted to strike her stomach with his right arm extended forward and his fist going towards it. If successful, she would fly backwards to the ground. Yu still holding the dirt in his left hand and awaiting to use it if necessary. Yu thought that if this plan could work, then he could use her as a hostage to escape this situation. Yu thought of this as a small plan that wasn't really necessary since this could be the type of man who would kill a woman who has already been in prison and could see her as no value at all. Yu thought maybe he could bribe his way out of this situation after the fight, or maybe escape some other way. Yu wasn't holding the cards to win a war, but a battle, maybe.
WC: 388
TWC: 1,143
PL: 3,218
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 23, 2015 1:35:21 GMT
Habana could not help but smirk as the young officer caught the stranger in a lie revealing that the only saiyans to officially possess family names were the major houses, her own family maintained a ‘family name’ but as they were all still middle class warriors it didn’t much matter to the rest of Vegeta what they called themselves it was mostly just a hope for what they might be called one day if the family was ever elevated to ‘great house’ status, a situation that Habana considered preeeeeeetty unlikely overall. Not enough of her family had the raw power to be considered elite and while they did well in business they were still nowhere near profitable enough to be considered ‘merchant elite’ and even then she knew a lot of her family had no interest in such a title. They held far more traditional feelings on what separated an ‘elite’ from the rest of Saiyan society and being good at business and trade was not high on that priority list.
The officer provided his own name and interestingly his family name, it was here that Habana wished she had actually paid any attention at any point when they had tried to teach her about the important families of Vegeta as that might give her some idea of what sort of person this guy was. Overall though from the way he spoke he seemed decent enough, even rather surprisingly offering her a chance to deal with the stranger herself an offer that caused a quirk of the eyebrow from Habana as she took a moment to contemplate it. Assuming the stranger was what Aspa claimed him to be, a man who attacked refugee camps that would place him pretty firmly on Habana’s ‘shit list’ and while that list was rather extensive his actions were enough to place him reasonably high. Refugee camps generally housed people in dire need people who had lost their homes and maybe even large portions of their family.
Saiyan society had not been kind to Habana but even she was not jaded enough to dismiss every member of her people for the crimes of a few assholes. And the fact that she could theoretically get a good workout in while pummeling a dangerous asshole only sweetened the deal. Before she could properly respond however the stranger ‘Ninjin’ spoke up he spoke slowly and methodically clearly trying to put together his next move even as he spoke. He revealed, presumably, his true name or at the very least yet another alias but even as he finished speaking his power fluctuatied and he lept back tearing his shirt from his head and hurling it at Habana.
Frustraitingly taken off guard again Habana only barely managed to launch a ball of energy at the offending garment obliterating it as it drew close to her and producing a small cloud, a cloud that would give Yu Yezi the opportunity he needed to close the distance between them, Habana had been somewhat prepared for a fight but mostly only prepared for initiating one so when Yu Yezi burst through the cloud at her and drove his fist at her midsection she could only tense her muscles as a defense against the attack as it made impact driving her back slightly as she let out a grunt of pain, the blow had been powerful but with what little preparation she had managed Habana kept her ground.
“IS THAT ALL YOU'VE GOT?” Habana shouted her expression twisting with anger as her eye flared a subtle hint at what was to come as shortly thereafter her right hand ignited with the same violet energy as her eye “HYA!” Habana roared as she drove forward throwing a powerful right hook aimed for Yu Yezi’s own midsection however if her blow connected the effects would be quite a bit more substantial than Yezi’s own efforts as Habana boosted the power output she could deliver with that single strike.
[Base PL: 4,785, Potential PL(1 Attack): 19,140]
[Word Count: 661]
[Total Word Count: 2,006]
[Technique Used]
[Technique Power]
[33% PL - 1579 PL]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 2:05:44 GMT
Watching the start of the fight, Aspa would walk over to a collapsed pillar and sit upon it. He knew that the criminal would be captured soon enough, but he really hoped that the woman would win and make the Brenchian pass out from the damage he received. Aspa studied both fighters while, he sat there wishing he had some sort of snack. Shrugging he would pull out bar covered in a wrapper.
Ripping the wrapper off, Aspa would start to munch on a ration bar. It was completely dry, but filling. It was disgusting, but it was the only food he had on hand unless he wanted to go hunt for something to eat. He rather not since this Brenchian could hide his energy. Aspa knew it was a Brenchian as soon as he saw the blue skin underneath his disguise.
Aspa watched the fight, while knowing full well that the woman would more than likely win. But he expected to watch a good fight while it happened. Like he had said earlier he would only interfere if the woman was going to either die, or the Brenchian would try to make a run for it. Watching the Brenchian throw the shirt at the woman, and the woman blasting it before bringing the fight close up in an attempt to punch the Brenchian in the stomach, made Aspa bored.
Why did he offer for the woman to fight? This would take forever to him, but he knew it would be over within the next ten minutes due to the both of them wouldn’t be able to avoid all of the attacks that they threw at each other and the fight would more than likely be over within ten attacks. Munching more on the bar, he would finish it and open another to start eating.
They never got him completely full, but it didn’t matter to him. He just liked eating even if they were dry and completely disgusting. He wondered what would happen with this criminal, but pushed it aside. Not caring about the criminal scum that attacked Saiyan citizens, Aspa knew that he would likely be executed for attacking those refugee camps.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 2:25:18 GMT
A smirked left his face as she was within range of attacking his midsection. Yu was about ready to dodge the encounter when his eyes played a trick on him and Habana's face became Yu's mother's face from the pictures that Yu grew up with. These pictures were a remembrance of his mother and knowing how she would look like if she were still alive and if she had survived the pregnancy. Yu lost his breath the moment he saw his mother's face and took the impact as he flew back a bit and landed on his back. Yu coughing up a bit of blood as he laid there and tears left his eyes as his hallucinations started to kick in.
Yu knew that it was coming since he had not taken his medication and as he rose up to his feet and looked forward to try to see Habana, His father at appeared in front of him and blocking his view of seeing her. Yu swallowed his spit and wiped his mouth as he spoke. "Father... I'm sorry...." His father now walking behind him and Yu now being able to see Habana clearly. His father getting close to his ear and whispering. "You want to know who killed your mother?" Yu hearing these words in his left ear, then the response shifting to his right ear canal. "She killed your mother!" Yu dropped to his knees and was shocked as he started to bury his hands into the sand and started to tear up even more as he heard the answer.
Yu then spoke with a much violent and serious manner as he swallowed spit. "YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!" Yu rose to his feet as both of his hands were now filled with dirt and his eyes stopped raining and started to look bloodshot as the first signs of his hallucination. Yu began to dash forward towards her and as he got within arm's length of her, he attempted to successful throw both handfuls of dirt to her face, if this worked, she would be blinded severely. Yu still continue to dash forward, if successful, he would tackle her with his head impacting her stomach and his arms wrapping around her waistline. Yu was now irrational at this state of mind and the pain he had received from her was temporarily gone for now. His rage, his blood flowing, he wanted nothing more but to murder the person who killed his mother. Yu's father was in the background not being able to be seen by anyone else but Yu. His father had his arms folded across his chest and smiled.
WC: 441
TWC: 1,584
PL: 3,218
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 23, 2015 4:13:19 GMT
Habana’s expression shifted from anger to vicious excitement as she felt he fist connect with Yu Yezi’s midsection her blow managing to lift Yu Yezi off his feet and sent him tumbling back a reasonable distance "Heh, you're not that tough" Habana said with a smirk, however for as much as she enjoyed landing the blow something felt a bit off about how easily she had managed to land her hit on the Brenchian, something was off about the look in his eyes just before she hit him a hit of surprise and maybe a bit of confusion but what could cause him to be confused about the situation, he had hit her and now she was repaying him for the damage he had done and once he was back up she’d keep battering him until he finally passed out, then the officer, Aspa, would take him off to wherever to be dealt with for what he had done. Most likely he would face something a bit worse than just prison time considering what he was accused of and the fact that he lacked any Saiyan blood to give him some sort of edge in gaining leniency.
As Yu Yezi lay for a moment coughing and trying to recover from the blow Habana took a second to turn her attention to Aspa curious as to what the military officer was doing while she fought Yu Yezi, to her amusement she spotted him casually perched upon a broken pillar munching away at something, seeing Aspa eating reminded her that she was rather hungry herself, she hadn’t eaten before leaving home contrary to her mother’s wishes and now she was beginning to regret it, a full training session early, the fight with the burglar, and now this fight with Yu Yezi was really beginning to work up a hunger within Habana.
Hearing the sounds of the Brenchian getting back to his feet Habana put her focus back on him, he rose to a knee then to his feet entirely and just as Habana was about to tear forward and lay into him again he spoke, his voice was low but she could still hear it, he was certainly not addressing her or Aspa as he mentioned his father, apologizing. The strange statement was enough to give Habana pause and in the brief pause something changed in Yu Yezi, she could practically FEEL his anger bubbling over to the surface only to be unleashed with a primal roar he declared… something completely untrue… Habana’s face screwed up in focusion at the statement but she had no time to question him as he dashed forward hands raised in a fashon that Habana believe to be an attempt to launch some sort of energy wave at close range.
Hoping for the best Habana raise her arms high to protect her fact and in doing so she shielded her eyes from the cloud of dust the Brenchian proceeded to throw at her, and once again the man’s unorthodox tactics caught her off guard. Habana was not unfamiliar with dirty fighting like this, in fact she regularly employed it back in prison where active use of energy would result in time in solitary confinement as the guards wanted no part of inmate ‘accidentally’ damaging walls or property or even them with the blasts. It forced her and other inmates to get creative in a fight and dirt in the eyes was an age old tactic that while reasonably easy to defend against remained powerful if it worked.
Habana’s defense however while effective in warding off the dust was meant to sustain her against a prolonged blast, her stance was strong but was not one suited for defending against a full on bulrush which was unfortunately exactly what Yu Yezi was doing, Habana grunted as the skinny Brenchian dove into her throwing her off her feet as his head plowed into her chest and his arms wrapped around her waist he managed to take her off her feet causing Habana to slam into the cracked and broken road.
Habana let out a few grunts of pain as she struggled against Yu Yezi’s grip ultimately finding that it was too much of a hassle to just try and pry him off of her right now, his grip was too tight and his mind utterly focused on the task at hand, which meant that the best way to get him off of her was to remove his ability to maintain his hold and enough blunt force trauma to the head was generally enough to get someone to back the hell off OR even better just straight up knock them the hell out “GET! THE FUCK! OFF OF ME!” Habana roared as she cocked her arm back her eye once again blazing with power as her fist ignited, this time however the energy around her fist burned exceptionally bright as Habana put even more power behind her incoming strike. “HYAA!”
[Base PL: 4,785, Potential PL(1 Attack): 19,140]
[Word Count: 819]
[Total Word Count: 2,825]
[Technique Used]
[Technique Power]
[66% PL - 3185 PL]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 22:08:46 GMT
Aspa continued to eat his rations as the saiyan watched the woman punch the brenchian in the stomach. Watching the weaker male fly away, after having a look of shock and confusion on his face, Aspa started to think that this guy might have some sort of mental ailment. ‘Better to put him down then let him suffer,’ Aspa thought but changed his mind when he thought of all of the Saiyans that this blue menaced killed. ‘He deserves what’s coming to him. I hope Kaula sentences him to a battle to the death in the Colosseum,’ he continued his earlier thoughts.
Watching the man get up while apologizing to his father and screaming about someone killing his mother, yep this guy was a complete psycho. Aspa hopped off of the pillar he sat upon, while watching the blue clown ram into the woman after attempting to blind the woman with dirt in the face. Staring at them on the ground, he wondered what they would do, while he walked slowly towards them.
The woman would cock a fist back in order to strike at the blue psychopath. Aspa would soon be just above them, he was tired of sitting out of the fight.
“Need some help, little Hana?”
He would smile while looking down at the girl, he wondered what her reaction would be to him a short ass saiyan whose younger than her, calling her little Hana. This kind of thing, Aspa lived for. He wondered if he could call a guy named Natto an Idiot to his face and get away with it. But that wasn’t important at that moment.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 23, 2015 23:47:47 GMT
Yu suddenly began to rationalize the way he was currently thinking and knew that his father and mother both had passed away years ago and that they weren't alive. Yu's eyes started to go from a blood red color to a clear white with the blurriness of his vision going back to normal. Yu started to realize that he needed to get use to not having the medication and to not have his feeling take over on what he couldn't ultimately changed. Yu started to breath in and out, and noticed that the girl was charging her arm for another one of those attacks and Yu would take this time be ready to evade the attack. Yu leaped backwards as she released the fist forward and just missed him.
Yu then turned to look at the man's direction and then shifted his eyes towards the two buildings which had an alley just in between the two. Yu quickly took off his transformation and suppressed his ki as he flew straight through one of the buildings and clashed with the biggest building which was three stories and impacted the building with his head, which caused the building to collapsed and smoke to rise rather quickly through the sky. It would only make sense for the building to collapse Yu thought in his mind as it had been like this in ruins for years. Yu took his landing at the ground as the pieces of rock was falling from the sky and punched through the ground and caused a hole to be formed which lead to the underground sewers.
This impact alone cause the ground to shake even further and upon landing inside the sewers, the surface part of the entrance he just made was closed off due to the large pieces of rocks coming down. Yu took this opportunity to fly through the sewers pathway and going in a rather L shape formation and heading towards the end of one of the sewers' manholes in the ruined city. Yu then flew up through the manhole and into the sky as he noticed a nearby dumpster and flew over to it as he jumped inside it and hid until the ghost was clear.
-Attempting to Leave
WC: 371
TWC: 1955
Pl: 1,609
Zeni Please
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Queen Habana
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Queen of the Evil Space Monkey People Special Item: GPW Universal Championship Belt
PL: 415,489
Dark Power(x4); M.SSj(x14); U.SSj(x18/12), SSJ2 (x27)
Zeni: 0
Tag: @habana
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Post by Queen Habana on Jul 24, 2015 1:16:05 GMT
Habana was, generally speaking, not used to people actually complying with her demands to remove themselves from her person during a fight and so she was surprised when the weight of Yu Yezi’s body suddenly lifted from her own half way through her attack, the end result was of course the Brenchian narrowly avoiding her attack as her fist tore through the area where he had been catching nothing but air, Habana growled in frustration as Yu Yezi began to flee scrambling to her feet as the Saiyan boy, Aspa made his comment. The smirk combined with the nickname he had given her caused Habana’s eye to twitch in annoyance as she refocused her attention onto him for the moment “I don’t need shit from you!” Habana growled at him as she finally got herself back onto her feet, help was generally not something she particularly readily accepted.
She could feel the Brenchian’s energy signature starting to drift further away, he had apparently decided it was in his best interests to just flee for his life, Habana grinned at that thought, it was rather rare that she actually forced anyone to flee, usually her fights ended with people prying her and her opponent off of each other and then that was usually swiftly followed by the always fun trip to the Cacumber or Radittsu police department for at the very least a night in a cell. Today it was actually rather unlikely she’d end up in a cell for this fight, at least she hoped as much she WAS technically doing the officer’s job for him after all. Habana dashed off in hot pursuit of Yu Yezi, while he was more than capable of trying to flee Habana was not quite done with this particular fight, thus far Yu Yezi had effectively landed more hits on her than she had on him and that simply would not do, she at the very least wanted one more chance to bash his skull in with her kinetic strike.
Her fist still blazed brightly with power as having not landed her hit on Yu Yezi she had of course consequently not expended the pent up energy, she could not maintain the technique for TOO long without needed to disperse her power back into her system or into someone face but for now it would be fine, following Yu Yezi proved somewhat difficult as he possessed a skill Habana was frustratingly incapable of, flight, his ability to suppress his power was thankfully mostly void as she could still see him bolting through the sky at top speed, thankfully while he possessed a more direct path to his escape Habana had a bit more power to throw into her movement, flipping and leaping over obstacles Habana cursed as Yu Yezi bashed his way into the side of a building.
In spite of the obvious danger Habana possessed a rather single minded focus when it came to a fight, she had her target and NOTHING would get in the way of smashing said targets face. Unfortunately that meant that when Habana launched herself skyward with the aid of a nearby pillar diving through the remains of a window a few floors below where Yu Yezi had smashed into the building Habana effectively placed herself within an active demolition, the result of Yu Yezi’s brash and destructive action was not so immediate as to give Habana enough warning to know this was a bad idea, all she had seen was him break through a wall and then there was the sound of him continuing to smash through already weak stone.
Once inside Habana made her mad dash further into the building only to be met with the sound of the building shuddering as it became destabilized, most of these buildings were already rather tenuously kept standing, old support pillars that were built to last still barely managing to their job to this day, Yu Yezi had evidently crashed directly through one if not more of these such support pillars, Habana halted her progression after the buildings first shudder snapping her head back and forth as she looked for the source of the sound before realizing it was the entire building, rather quickly after that everything went completely to shit as the building began to collapse in on itself. She could vaguely feel Yu Yezi’s power surging deep within the building but actually getting to him without having a whole building fall on her was a near impossibility.
Growling in frustration once again Habana began to tear ass back through the building making a beeline for the nearest window as walls began to crumble all around her, just as she approached a window a large metal support beam came crashing down at her “HYA” Habana roared slamming her fist directly into the beam and releasing the power she had been soaring in her fist, the beam twisted and ruptured under the weight of the blow no long posing a direct threat to Habana and more importantly not blocking her path allowing Habana to launch herself out the window and into the ‘safety’ of the open air.
The building continued collapsing behind her but Habana had slightly more pressing issues to deal with, she had of course removed herself from the danger that was a falling three story building, but now of course she had the problem of having leapt out of the second story of said three story building without any means of actually hindering her inevitable fall “FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCK” Habana shouted scrambling in the air as if searching for anything to latch onto to prevent the nasty fall she was in for. It was during her wild scrambling that Habana realized the hubris of her earlier words, she had told the only possibly helpful person with flight that she ‘didn’t need shit’ from him and now unless the Saiyan officer was feeling particularly forgiving she was about to start very seriously regretting her choice of words.
[Base PL: 4,785, Potential PL(1 Attack): 19,140]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2015 5:52:25 GMT
Aspa watched as the two would race off towards a crop of buildings, he took this opportunity to register the Brenchian’s energy signature within his Scouter, so just in case the Brenchian ever were to return to Vegeta or if Aspa were to somehow end up on a planet with him on it, he could track the Brenchian down and kill him brutally. Deciding to follow the two through the air, he would keep track of both of their movements.
Watching the Brenchian fly away from the woman who was running after him, he sighed it seemed like she couldn’t fly. He would probably need to help her learn how to fly. Watching the Brenchian slam into a house, and the woman crash into it as well. Aspa cursed out loudly, before flying towards the building. Keeping track of the woman, he noticed the Brenchian’s energy signature disappear from the scouter.
Cursing at the misfortune of him getting away, Aspa would simply have to track the Brenchian down later. Contacting, HQ he would tell them to send as many saiyans as possible to the Tuffle Ruins and the surrounding areas to look for the Brenchian and to keep track of anything trying to leave the world without authorization around this area.
Scanning the building, he would find the woman somehow on the second floor and about to fall to her death. Flying at his top speed towards her, he would regret wearing his weighted armor that day. He had just enough time, to catch her, and get out of the tower without the both of them dying. Flying, towards her he would hear her scream as if punching something.
Hearing a loud bang, it seemed like she really did hit something. But that didn’t matter to Aspa, smashing his way into the second floor of the building, Aspa flew straight towards where the woman was, and saw her jumping out of the window. Flying towards the window, Aspa evaded debris while flying at his maximum speed while weighed down by his weights.
Coming out of the window, Aspa would fly down towards the woman. He didn’t care if she told him she didn’t need his shit. He would save her, he didn’t care. She was a Saiyan and appeared to be a good fighter, she had his respect for that and that alone. Even though she did mouth off to him. Soon Aspa would be under her with his arms spread out to catch her. Should he catch her, he’d hold her close to him with a hand and forearm under her knees, and his other hand and forearm supporting her back.
Should he indeed catch the woman, he would fly straight upwards while dodging falling debris. He rather fly straight up to dodge the falling debris than away from the building. It was easier to keep track of the debris. When they were all clear, he would look around at the ruins, to see if he could see the damn blue menace. Upon not seeing the Brenchian, he would focus on the woman in his arms should he of actually caught her.
"Are you ok?"
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