Post by Shemha on Jun 13, 2016 19:55:05 GMT
Shemha swore she still felt pain in the side of her jaw. That was the point the tip of Carva’s boot had connected with when he had literally punted her head. The vicious blow had won him their sparring match and despite how cruel it had been, she held no resentment towards the warrior. If presented with the situation, the Majin would have done just the same. Correction, she would do the same WHEN presented with the same situation. When Carva and her squared off again she planned to put the Saiyan in his place.
First she needed to grow stronger. Her weights had no doubt held her back against the large male, yet that was no excuse. He had clearly been conditioned to handle the intense gravity they fought under while it had done a number on her. For that reason, her fingers danced across the consul to the gravity chamber. Today she was alone. An idea came to her the night before, a technique that would allow her to utilize the durable body she naturally possessed. Instead of try it out against a fellow soldier or Carva himself, she wanted to test it against someone who wouldn’t keep their mouth shut, a simulated opponent.
She had been told the machine was capable of giving her an opponent and after a short search, she located the option. With a few buttons she heard the machine as it hummed to life, the sudden increase in gravity evident as the pressure increased to 30 times that of normal. Weights on as always, she felt the tension on her arms, the extra force trying its hardest to pull her wrists to the floor. She resisted of course, unwilling to surrender to the enhanced gravity. Off to her side the air shimmered as a figure came into view, what one might consider your “average” Saiyan soldier. Black hair, muscular build and the armor of their people.
The calm stare it leveled at her did not have much life in it, but when it moved Shemha could not deny it was real. Set to roughly seventy percent of her own strength, the simulated warrior rushed for her with little hesitation. Aggressive like the race it was modelled after, she found herself on the defensive from the start. Unhindered by the gravity, the Saiyan’s punches came in quick succession as they looked to test her reflexes. Regardless of the power difference, she was hard pressed to block them, already breathing a little heavy thanks to the strain on her body.
On her back foot, Shemha looked to find a pattern in the fighter’s offense. With the simplest of foes selected as her opponent she soon found it, but just as she did, a fist caught her across the mouth. Head snapped to the side as a result she staggered a step. That was an opportunity not even a computer controlled warrior would miss. A leg smacked into the back or her ankles, feet swept right out from under her. As her back slapped to the ground her feet went up. With no hesitation the Saiyan grabbed for her left ankle. With a tight grip and quick heave, he sent her sailing through the air.
The Majin rotated as she went, no attempt made to control her path. Wrapped up in her own thoughts she realized something, perhaps a mistake she had made against Carva as well. Strategy was part of every fight, but perhaps she attempted to analyze too much. When fighting Carva her strongest and most decisive blow had been fueled by anger and passion, defense thrown out the window. Now to be reckless was foolish, but to choose when to be aggressive and when to be defensive was necessary. So cautious of her actions in combat she saw a flaw in how she fought. There were times to be aggressive and if she wanted to employ her envisioned technique properly she was going to need be aggressive now.
With a flip she spun just before she hit the ground, instead landing in a crouch. Panting ever so slightly thanks to the weight and gravity, she leveled a glare at the simulated warrior. He had already chosen to pursue her and instead of ready her defenses she rushed to meet his charge. As the distance between them close he spun for a kick to her side. The muscles in her abdomen tensed and she made no move to avoid the kick, instead she focused on her own attack.
At the same time his leg connected with her side, a right hook found its way across his chin. Only supported by one leg, the blow was enough to send him stumbling back. Not prepared to create space to formulate another plan, she went after him. A flurry of punches pushed him back until he was near the edge of the chamber, just where she wanted him. Planning mixed with her ferocity now as she looked to test her new idea.
With a shift she stalled her offense for a moment, enough time to allow him to press in his own attack. The knee he sent in to her opposite side hurt, but her resistant body absorbed the blow the best it could. Committed to the attack, Shemha knew she had him. Her right fist came in and up, knuckles aimed for the underside of his chin. The punch was not the same as the ones she threw before though. Ki reinforced the strikes to amplify her power beyond what was her normal strength. It was only enough to supplement the one blow. That was her intent.
A grin dominated her features as the blow connected, the male’s head snapping upward in response. Shemhe the strain on her body compared to a normal punch, but she also felt the power it connected with. Unsure of how much she could string the powerful strikes together she went for her own knee to her opponent’s side, the powerful strike enough to jolt the simulated body to the side. Then came the third in the form of a left, the powerful blow enough to shatter the simulated body as it connected with what had been the Saiyan’s face. Her knuckles continued on to crack into the wall. Fissure spread from the point of impact as the Majin finally took pause. Only now did she notice she was breathing heavy, the strain from the three power strikes in a row definitely taking its toll on her body.
Her exhaustion didn’t matter, the technique was highly effective. Licking her lips some between breaths she glanced at the damage done to the wall. The tactic was a deceptive one, the power of her punches masked until they connected. She wanted to try it on Carva next. With her grin still in place, she turned to take her leave. With each fight and training session she was growing stronger. The fighter in her was evolving.
(Pl please! Heavy weights and gravity x30!)