Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jun 11, 2016 21:45:25 GMT
Shemha held her position as the blast connect with Carva. Each deep inhale brought more air into her lungs in an attempt to recover from what he had just put her through combined with the effort of her own attack. Beyond the combat with her formidable opponent, the enhanced gravity and weights strapped to her wrists were wearing her down. Both items being relatively new, she was yet to fully realize how much extra energy it took to participate in a normal engagement. What she hoped for, was that her attack left the large Saiyan winded just like her. If not, she was mightbe in trouble.
When the explosion cleared and her eyes refocused after the flash, it became clear the attack was not enough to drop her foe. One of his knees pressed to the tiled floor of the gravity chamber, the male was definitely worse for the wear, but he was not defeated. Despite her disappointment in the fact the trump card she had just played was not enough, Shemha couldn’t help but smirk. The failure would not bring her spirits down, not when she was being tested so thoroughly. Victory or defeat only mattered here in terms of pride and she was far from prideful. For her, the benefits of this session were that she would grow stronger. Of course, that didn’t mean she planned to give up.
With what looked like more effort than she had seen before, Carva came forward. She saw the energy gathered in his hand and was prepared to defend against the impending attack, but it wasn’t an attack, not in the traditional sense. Instead of her as the target, he drove the blast into the ground in front of her. An intense light erupted from the point of impact and even as she tried to cover her eyes with her arms, the blinding flash reached around them. A hiss escaped her lips as she found her vision momentarily gone.
Trying to open her eyes in vain, she knew she needed to find him. Unfortunately for her she did find him, when he drove his fist into her bare stomach. An audible “Ooomph!” came from the Majin as the blow connected. While force of the blow doubled her over; the knee that slammed into her head was quick to snap her back upright. Dazed already the third and final blow of the combo sent her world spinning as she went to the ground. Her body hit the floor with a thumb, the Majin still conscious but quite dizzy as a result of his attack. Even so, she began to roll as she looked to push up to all fours and then hopefully her feet.
KP:1/3
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Post by Carva on Jun 12, 2016 5:55:15 GMT
The tall, dark, beast of a hybrid stood there and watched Shemha as she pushed herself up to all fours. He knew what could happen if he fought as viciously as his soul would allow. At first, he was all smiles as he surveyed the damage he'd done to her. If they were friends, he probably would have pulled those punches. Unfortunately, the six foot six inch mountain didn't have friends. He merely had sparring partners, and didn't believe in sparring without danger involved.
He licked his lips and rolled his neck from side to side. His evil grin ever present, he taunted his opponent. "Give up yet, Lady Shemha?" He wiped the dried blood from his chin and began walking toward the woman, his footsteps heavy and loud like thunder. He tilted his head. "Oh...you don't, do you? It's admirable, really. I never expected one of non Saiyan descent to be so...so...strong. Tougher than a Namek's love life.. "
For a moment, the bruised warrior would chuckle at his own joke. His pride...if it had been ki...it would have given him the push he needed to become the golden warrior that he'd strive to become. It was an obsession for him, and he would stop at nothing to be the most feared warrior in existence.
His smile faded, eyes going cold as ice. "Not giving up, are we? Tch. Very well then. I did say I was going to win!" And as she made it up to all fours, Carva would take a few steps back and spring forward, rearing his leg back and attempting to punt Shemha in the temple and perhaps knocking her unconcious.
What has happened to Carva? He seems to be taking this spar more seriously now...dead serious.
Kp: 3/3 No specials used. Just a brute kick to the head.
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Post by Shemha on Jun 12, 2016 22:48:41 GMT
She heard his words, the question whether she was willing to give up or not. If her senses had fully returned to her, the Majin might have shot back a sassy comment. Carva was a Saiyan, at least partially, and his race was among the most confident in the Universe. For many it bordered on arrogance and for some it was their undoing. In many cases, Shemha was much more humble. Despite the differences between the two of them, she had her own pride. It was usually masked behind her neutral expression and carefully chosen words, but it existed. Carva on the other hand wore it on his sleeve. Each method possessed its own strengths and weaknesses, yet neither was correct nor incorrect. The hulking fighter would be foolish to think she would give in.
His sneaky flash bang like attack caught her off guard, there was no denying it. However, she felt she could press on. The gravity of the chamber pulled down at her and the weights strapped to her wrists threaten to bring her to fatigue, but she was not willing to surrender. If this had been a fight to the death, that might have been an option. Play the weak captive card and bide her time. Here her life wasn’t in danger and nothing was to be gained from throwing in the towel. With some effort she forced herself to all fours, still breathing heavy as she attempted to get back to her feet.
Carva would have none of it. With heavy footfalls he stepped towards her partially downed form. Shemha heard the footsteps and attempted to twist to intercept whatever he had planned, but the force of his kick was too much for her hand to block. The appendage was slapped aside by his boot before it connected with the side of her head. Durable or not, she was not invincible and fatigue was a factor. With a soft grunt, her head snapped up and to the side, her slender body soon to follow it. The punt packed enough force to send her rolling across the floor until it came to rest on its back.
By the time she came to a stop, her body appeared limp. Signature dropping as she lost the fight to stay conscious, the Majin was motionless save the slow and steady rise of her chest. Head tilted to the side slightly, she was out, Carva the clear winner this time. Unconscious and unaware of her surroundings, Shemha made no move to stand back up.
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Post by Carva on Jun 12, 2016 23:01:32 GMT
His lips curled upwards into a wicked grin as his foot connected with the Majin, he let out a roar. "HAAAAAaaaaaaAAHHHHHHH!" As his foot connected with the red woman, she was sent flying, her body bounding across the floor like a soccerball. He tilted his head as she laid there, broken...unconcious. The satisfaction of victory was there for the giant hybrid, as his signature dropped and he lowered his guard.
His footfalls thundering through the gravity chamber, he moved over to her with a confidence in his stride. Kneeling next to the woman, he gently nudged her, trying to awaken her. He wasn't going to kill an ally, especially a woman. "'Ey prettyful. Wake up."
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Post by Shemha on Jun 13, 2016 1:05:29 GMT
When he nudged her, the Majin slowly awoke. Eyes fluttering open, it took a moment until she regained her focus. With a roll of her jaw her stare focused on the Saiyan that stood above her. A short snort came from the girl before she sat up, still feeling a little dizzy, but plenty able to sit. It was clear to her she had lost…again. Since her arrival on Vegeta she found herself being tossed around by others on a regular basis. She needed to keep working her hardest or she would be useless.
”You win this time Carva. Well done.” Her tone was surprisingly calm all things considered. With a grunt she raised to her feet, head tilted to the side some as she looked up at Carva. ”Next time you will not be so lucky.” This time she was actually a bit playful, a small smirk forming on her lips along with the comment. She knew he had won fair and square, but why not send out the playful jab as a consolation prize for herself.
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Post by Carva on Jun 13, 2016 1:19:48 GMT
He tilted his head to the side, the light catching his jet black hair at an angle to where a blue tint would show. She was suprising to say the least. The little jab caught Carva off guard, and had he not already been victorious he would probably have gotten angry. But this hybrid could control his instincts. This hybrid was ever the gentleman outside of battle.
He turned and began to walk away, rolling his shoulders to get the soreness out. Turning his head to look at her over his shoulder, he smiled a bit. "Keep fighting like that, and you'll be a General one day." His tone ever confident, his smile turned into a cocky smirk. "Not before me, of course." The doors of the chamber whooshed open as Carva left, shorter Saiyan soldiers parting like the red sea as he walked down the hallway.
(Thread Exit. Zenni please)
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Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Jun 13, 2016 2:18:03 GMT
The smirk she wore shifted to a smile at his parting words. Carva and herself had just both given it their all, but despite the harsh words and harsher words, they could jest. Perhaps there was more to the warrior than just the pride filled mask he so often displayed. Slowly she shook her head. To be a general was not her goal, yet she planned to rival them in power. One day, she would serve the crown of Vegeta.
[Exit – PL please, heavy weights on!]
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Post by Kizuki on Jun 14, 2016 23:11:29 GMT
Carva: +2,574 Zeni New Total: 2,824 Zeni
Shemha: +7,345 PL New Total: 44,535 PL
(Adding now.)
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