The One Who Would Be Emperor (Abzerute/AE/Invite)

(Will be posting after work, placeholder )

The bronze Arcosian Emperor smirked slightly as he watched the exchange of blows between the two commanding officers of the military forces. They were both utilising creative tactics, taking full advantage of the others biology as well as their own. The techniques involving the tails would prove useful when facing against Saiyans and other species with similar appendages. The fact that both of them appeared to be taking stock of the other from just their first exchange, analysing their opponents reaction times, adapting their strategy for how to proceed with this fight, yes it was a good step in the right direction.

Then there was also the fact that neither of them had elected to transform as of yet in order to gain the real upper hand yet in this little spar. His Scouter kept a close bead on the two combatants power levels, just in case their transformations were somewhat more subtle than the usual state of affairs whenever an Arcosian transformed, or if they decided to use some other method of power up. He did wonder if either of them held any knowledge of any techniques to do just that... it would be interesting if they did, so that he could analyse the pros and cons of such a technique for his own use, if he so decided to learn such a technique himself.

Damage or no damage, Friion's assault had created some of the distance he'd sought after. Polara defended against his assault better than he thought she would have, blocking the most major of the blows even though he managed to push her back to create a bit of room to breathe and think. Just as he began to re-posture himself into a combat stance, Polara would fling herself toward him. Using what of the very little room he had left to back up and try to witness her plan, he would catch the faint glint of a crack in the bio-gem placed on her chest. He'd quickly renew his focus on her assault. He was a moment too late, and her tail snatched its way around his throat. Normally, most other beings would panic in such a situation; his limited space to move and maneuver with his back to the wall was indeed a cause for concern, and even more so when Polara decided to use a creative grapple to try and slam him against the floor and bounce him off the tile face first. He felt his chin contact the hard flooring but was able to catch himself before the biggest of the impact, his eyes only inches away from the floor's surface. With his hands and feet placed into a shock, dampening sprawl, he would turn sharply to brace his wrist against her tail. He had a plan, and hopefully he could turn her tail against her like she'd done to him. He was intending on taking this fight to the sky at a midpoint between the ceiling and floor of the training quarters.

Turning his wrist into her tail to weigh down on it, he would attempt to quickly and forcefully grasp it to reel her in. If he were successful, he would quickly meet her upon her arrival with a hard, lashing kick to her rib cage, aimed at an upward angle to hopefully not only break her contact but to send her careening into the air. His own twist with her tail coiled around his neck combined with not only his pull but his opportunity to spring his striking leg from its sprawled position on the ground as a kick-off of additional force and leverage would have made the kick lash from his form faster than his body would usually allow on its own, but that didn't guarantee a thing. If he'd find himself successful in knocking her away, his aura would spike briefly as he would blast from the floor right after her on her same trajectory, then attempt to pummel against her defenses whilst creating distance between his back and the dampening wall with a blistering flurry of punches meant more to pressure and push back than to deal serious damage. He'd slip shots in where he could get them if she allowed it, but she'd proven very quickly she was no slouch in offensive or defensive combat situations. He'd keep his tail coiled for now and well out of her reach. 

As he reeled his opponent in by the tail, he felt the barbs of the appendage bite into his skin, leaving deep scratches against his arm. Even with the annoyance of the pain, he wasn't about to let his counter-offensive be deterred by something so meager! The split he hoped to cause from the kick was further bolstered in velocity by an escaping kick of Polara's own, Friion tucking his elbows in tight and guarding his chest and stomach as he floated upward to absorb the brunt of the attack against his arms. He hid a sly smirk as the distinguished cracking noise of a damaged bio-gem rang in his ears, and that was all the cue he needed to continue the assault that he'd attempted. With Polara's following kick, Friion would attempt to roll his neck and shoulders to position his head to glance the blow off; he felt a slight crack form at the corner of the gem, causing him to wince slightly more in frustration than anything else. Even with their difference in strength, she was proving to be quite stubborn. He'd of course let go of her tail during the exchange, witnessing her cross her arms across her chest to defend against the rain of punches in the sky. He was beginning to push her back ever so slowly, and he could feel the odd punch or two slip through every so often; a particularly clean shot worsened an existing crack on one of her bio-gems, which only added more fuel for his assault. Her next escaping kick landed at his abdomen, pushing him back but buying him a few precious seconds to defend his head from the next blow. He watched her carefully as she launched away and began to pant. After his assault, he was feeling some small of amount of fatigue as well, but it seemed the flurry of punches he'd delivered had also dealt somewhat of a blow to her stamina for the moment.

Polara landed on the ground, examining her bio-gems in a frustrated manner as she noticed a few cracks. Who the hell did he think he was?! Irritation began to rise in her chest, eyes narrowing as her breathing became deep and even. He took on a curious stance, and the female watched as a sudden high pitched sound rang in the room. She clapped her hands to her ears, the screeching noise aggravating and painful to her audio sensors. "FOR THE LOVE OF TABLE SALT, STOP THAT NOISE!" The veteran continued to cringe from the high-pitched shrieking; annoyance clear in her eyes as she noticed ki flowing up his arm. Oh no you don't.

Taking an offensive stance, she launched herself at Friion still refusing to transform. She didn't like transforming in the first place, so this was a bit frustrating as it seemed that her adversary was trying to get the better of her and force a transformation. The bio-gem cracks were faintly beginning to heal, to the general's relief. She dared not let down her guard, attempting to fire a close range eye beam aimed directly at the male Arcosian's face as she soared above him. Once she fired it, she'd land behind him and attempt to donkey kick his upper back before spinning and standing up once more.

The black and white Arcosian's stamina started to fray slightly, panting lightly as she sunk into yet another stance. The ki was weaker than her own at base, yet it did make the Arcosian female slightly nervous and as such began charging her eye beam. Her cyan eyes would faintly start glowing deep blue as the ki flowed to them, her vision unblurred by the amount of ki gathering behind it. If anything, this stubborn female wouldn't go down without one hell of a good fight at worst, and would not transform unless she absolutely had to.

[Charging N1 Blue Glare for 4,466 this turn at 33%. Next round- 8,932 (66%) ]

Polara, your Word Count is 1907 and your PL Gains are: 2812!

Current PL Total: 36,931 > NEW PL: 39,743!

Abzerute, your Word Count is 2030 and your PL Gains are: 4,561!

Current PL Total: 98,727 > NEW PL Total: 103,288!

Friion if you return please PM me and I'll set you up with a grade.