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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 8:35:24 GMT
Starting PL: 2,700
"Morning?!? I've been here that long? I need to get a better grasp on the way time flows on this planet." Namorel sighed as he rose to his feet. HE stepped out of the cave he had been using as a temporary base. The walls of this damp cavern vaulted into a tremendous ceiling above. The dampness of it made it ever more appealing to Namorel, giving him an immediate access to water without him having to melt any of that white solid outside. The only other asset int he cave aside from the namekian was a small pouch he had that contained the little Terran currency he had.
He grabbed the small ouch as he headed towards the entrance of the cavern, the light spilling in from the outside world and accenting the ever present grey-brown that was the cavern's rocks. The sun was low on the horizon, but was due to rise further as the day progressed. The snow had fallen some in the higher portions of hte mountain over the night, ever increasing he load already bound to the peaks above. The marks and stains from the fight with 'Lord' Retsu the day before lay as solemn reminders to Namorel that there will always be a fight he cannot win.
"Perhaps today is the day that I make my first trek into human civilization. It will be impossible for me to find anyone to train me if I stay so reclusive." He said to himself, his first step outside showed that the snow came up to his shins as he stepped in it. "Flying would be better." The thought came across his mind as he lifted his own weight up using his ki energy, the snow sliding off of his shoes and his legs, but the small amounts that seeped in still causing his toes to tingle with their temperature.
The city lay to the south east, or at least the one he had passed on his way from the southern shoreline. The lights from it when he originally passed it must have indicated it as a central hub of communication and commerce to the planet and it would be a great place to start. He pulled out he compass he had received from Tekuma and turned until the needle was between South and East.
He flew for what felt like an hour, avoiding high speeds so he wouldn't hit any of the avian wildlife. He could see the billboards and buildings coming closer, the large billboard at the city's edge read 'Satan City', there was smaller text below it, but Namorel didn't bother to read it. He would come to rest at the outskirts of the city and begin his trek to the heart of the city, his tall green body standing out among the already present humans and anthromorphs.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 10:37:51 GMT
Thread Power level: 7,000 The morning was bright. She sky was a peerless blue that one could stare up to for hours and not see a single shred of a cloud. It was temperate and breezy. Noxa wasn't a big fan what some would call 'the perfect day'. She missed the massive storms that passed by Satan City a few days ago. She hoped the came back soon — she loved the way water drops danced down her frame.
Also, less of a population outside! That was a big one. During a monsoon Noxa felt as though she had the entire city to herself, should she ignore the bustling main avenues and traffic. Traffic was likely the most obnoxious of the city's problems. Noxa wasn't a fan of loud noises, so naturally when some jackass blew his horn near Noxa --
"Blerg." Mumbled the woman, standing atop the skyscraper in which she'd 'nested' herself in. The bio android moved herself over to the ledge, standing just so that the tip of her armored heels could taste freedom. She'd met not long ago a dashing young 'hero' around these parts; he seemed to enjoy gliding, she had noticed. Noxa did too. Fearlessly the woman tipped forward, her hair whipping about as she rushed downward in free fall. At some point a small compartment centered on her upper back — a location perpetually hidden by her armor — opened up. From the small compartment spawned two insect-like wings. The were just right for her size. The black frame glistened against the morning sun as Noxa glided down.
Today was going to be one of those days, the ones where she had nothing to do. Sure she could train; sure she could try and earn some money. She just didn't WANT to. Something about the sickening gleefulness in the air just made her sick; she wanted to curl up in her nest and do nothing — but that would just be unproductive. A true successful organism needed to be as busy as the anthophila of Earth!
Noxa scanned down, looking for SOMETHING to grab her attention. It was then her entire system flooded with pleasant hormones that just made her skin crawl with the pleasure and excitement of PURPOSE!
Oh, yes! Green hue; muscular, masculine outline; antennae! A strong feeling of brotherhood and bondship flooded the woman. One of her biggest genetic donors were, after all, Namekians! It was what gave her the stature of 6'3" and many antennae that blended in with her hair!
Should he be able to detect energy he would feel her Ki coming in from above. Should he NOT he'd certainly hear her calls, "Brother! Hi! Hello! Good morning~!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 19:36:49 GMT
Namorel
The city was not really Namorel's kind of scene. A variety of people were walking around, of all walks of life and of a variety of races. Namorel knew very little of the people here or what any of them did. More or less he was wandering around aimlessly.
The buildings rose around him, taller than any structure he had seen in his life... although he had seen few buildings aside from those on Namek and the few he saw as he flew, but from the sky size is irrelevant.
People looked up at him, some in splendor and others in curiosity, he took no notice to this and did his best to ignore those that made vocal comments at him.
Out of nowhere a voice seemed to be calling to Namorel, calling him 'brother' of all things. Looking up he was what appeared ro be a woman, with bug wings of all things keeping her afloat. She seemed taller than most of the female beings that passed Namorel as he walked down the street.
"H..Hello there?" Namorel replied, curious as to why she might be calling him brother. Before asking as such he looked her over more, looking for details of resemblance to a namekian, "For what purpose do you call me brother?" He asked her, obviously confused yet curious.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 20:29:02 GMT
Noxa glided down to the Namek's side.
"You — Namekian; we're related! I, too, am Namekian!" She said. A bold claim.
To illustrate her point Noxa held up a sharp talon on her armored gauntlet-like carapace. She would make a horizontal cut just bellow her collar bone. Her white blood dripping downward into her curves. Then the wound quickly patched up, "Namekian regeneration!" She told him, getting really up close as an airy whisper came, "But don't tell anyone..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 22:35:33 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
"Peculiar... You don't appear like any namekian I have seen." Namorel said quietly to the female that had moved closer to him. She was an odd one, not quite like any of the other people... or animals for that matter, he had seen on Earth in the small amount of time he had been here. She had indications of a lot of species based on her appearance.
Until she demonstrated her regenerative abilities he had not taken notice to the armor like carapace that covered parts of her body.
He avoided looking too long at times and to sneak glances as to not make it seem like he was glaring at her. He looked around, no one really seemed to mind that she had flown down from above, and for that matter fewer people seemed to be looking at him in particular. Many of those that looked on were younger beings, possibly children.
These children shared looks of both wonderment and terror, was this what curiosity led to if not contained as Namorel's was as a child?
Machines that transported these humans and other races flew by at high speeds on the road next to where the people were walking, many of them seemed almost too eager to get where they were going while others stopped and let off an ear splitting sound from them. Namorel covered his hears some and cringed as the car horns went off.
Once he could no longer hear it he let his hands back down from his ears and looked around some more. "I am Namorel... since you claim Namekian heredity then it seems best to share my name with you."
Namorel said this calmly, looking back towards the woman, her height still overshadowing many of the human women that walked by, but Namorel had no room to talk on this matter as he almost stood eight feet tall, making any normal human man look like a mere child to his stance.
Thinking back to the way the woman regenerated her body Namorel thought of the time back on Namek... his home, when his mentor taught him and his peers of this mechanism in their body. He had been told that it would draw much energy from the user if it were to repair a large wound.
He had never been hurt enough to have to regenerate much, except for the previous day. His fight with Retsu had left him grievously wounded, making regeneration optional, but he took the opportunity... there was no point walking around, looking like an incomplete slice of swiss cheese.
He remembered why he was in the city now and considered asking the woman if she knew anyone, but thought it would be better asked once he got her name at the least.
He then would wait for her reply, ever curious as to what her name was and whatever information she may have for him on herself or how she had namekian heredity. This curiosity Namorel now felt was similar to that of the children who looked at the tall, green man themselves.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques In Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 20, 2016 23:39:50 GMT
"Noxa." Said the bio-android, "Lovely to meet you, Namorel."
It didn't seem she was going to go into anything else. She did, however, take note of his flinching— that powerful, acute Namekian hearing. She waited for him to regain his composure.
"You must be new here." Noxa observed, "If you learn to 'tone down' your senses you'll have a much easier time around here. Unfortunately humans are extremely noisy." The smile she had spread further into a toothy grin. "Oh, boy — there was this one time with a nightclub..." She shook her head, stopping herself. "Nevermind all that."
Noxa came to cross her arms beneath her heavy bosom tightly supported by her metal-like carapace. The woman's wings retracted, but with the use of Ki she would float around the Namekian, inspecting him in a very blatant way; it became clear she didn't share his self-awareness and mannerisms. "You're not from here, are you? So, why did you come to the city? Are you looking for something — maybe someone?"
If Noxa was to fit him to the stereotype she she'd guess he'd secluded himself off in some wasteland, keeping to himself for the most part. His hearing surely promised Noxa that he wasn't familiar with human civilization and the ludicrous amount of noise pollution it produced. Noxa, too, found herself having to adjust that. In fact she pursed her lips, attempting to suppress her elation as the recollection of a recent memory came bubbling upwards in her mind. A very recent one — what forced Noxa from her last city, in fact. Before the memory became too vivid Noxa pushed it away; as much as she was somewhat proud of helping contribute to a quieter world she also had to remember she had company!
"I wouldn't go deeper into the city if I were you." She said, "There is a lot more noise in the inner city."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 0:58:25 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Noxa, it was an interesting name, perhaps the most interesting one Namorel had heard in his entire time he had been on planet Earth. The name had an interesting ring to it that stayed in his mine for a moment, repeating itself. "Well met Noxa." He replied; making the greeting as formal as he could while still in the absurdly noisy environment he had walked himself into. He had begun attempting to tone out the sounds, but it would take much time before he could do it adeptly.
"Yeah, I'm not used to sounds that high... then again back home everyone had the same sensitivity of hearing I have.." Namorel said, thinking back to Namek and how quiet it actually was. Fights rarely broke out and when they did they were resolved with little use of energy blasts so as to preserve the landscape and everyone's hearing. But this planet seemed filled with noise... almost too much of it to be precise. Horns, machines... even the children were loud enough to be a bother.
Noxa then asked Namorel why he was in the city in the first place, as he stood out among the crowd of seemingly busy humans and other smaller races. "I'm actually trying to find someone... I don't quite know who they are yet, but I need someone who would be willing to take in someone... teach them a discipline. Like a mentor or sensei." His answer was direct, yet enigmatic at the same time. Memories of his fight with Retsu popped up and he blanketed them for the time being.
"As for where I come from... like most other Namekians, I come from my home world Namek... however personal problems made me leave in spite of my brothers." Namorel said, thinking about what his family was probably doing on Namek now, with him gone. Perhaps his peers were preparing the ceremony in which they are labelled full fledged warriors, or perhaps they are planning Namorel's funeral. "And thank you on the advice, I wouldn't want to be driven deaf by these stupid machine." He said, in response to her comment about he inner city.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques In Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 2:28:32 GMT
Noxa frequently smiled — often it was charming, elegant, or cute. However, it very rarely held the quality it now had: sincerity. Her heels met the ground with a healthy 'clink'. "I'm not a martial artist." She said, "But if you want to get stronger I could train with you in a quieter area." She offered, "I'm not a conqueror of worlds, but I certainly am no push over." Noxa nodded, backing up her words.
She took a few steps back, raising a finger as she made a point, "If you can master your hearing I can guarantee you cities will be a boon to any cause you may have. Humans love convenience; they have destroyed plenty of the planet for that sake. Seldom will you search for something a metropolis won't contain!" Almost as if making a point Noxa brought her arms into a cross over her belly. Her hair, however, moving around the woman. It covered her chest, pressing and wiping away all of the blood that had come from her earlier demonstration of her Namekian regeneration. Her hair flicked itself, snapping back into place, little globs of her white juices splattering on the pavement.
She hadn't taken her eyes from the Namek yet. "What do you say?" she offered. "After training I could take you to get something to drink — humans have this thing called 'flavored water'. As a Namekian you might enjoy it."
Finally, she turned her back to the Namekian, covering her eyes; a hand rose itself, being brought over her brow to keep sunlight out. It was a gesture, really — Noxa was, after all, created in a desert world; this pathetic UV light wouldn't do much to her. Her eye was brought to the sky.
"It's still relatively early. If you'd like to train we could get that done now and we'd have the whole rest of the day to get you a serious teacher." Noxa noted, nearly stumbling over her own speech as an idea came to her, "I have an idea!" She redundantly proclaimed; her features were a given to the epiphany. "I live in the city; I could advertise or look for a teacher willing to take in a Namekian warrior!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 3:58:59 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
"She offers an interesting proposal." Namorel thought to himself, still trying his best to tone out the background sounds of the cars and other sources around gim. At least enough so he could pay attention to her while she spoke. He wondered where a quieter place would be by Noxa's standards, she seemed to enjoy the city for one, so her definition of quiet may vary from Namorel's own. However he still considered the offer for a moment before finally coming to his own consensus on the matter of a small training session with this new, and quite mysterious woman.
"So, what kind of place we talking when you say 'quiet'? Namorel asked, his tone not wavering far from solid curiosity, no ulterior intentions in his voice as he spoke. Noxa had already proven to be an interesting entity with functions he didn't he bother to question the purpose or origin of...yet, he knew these thoughts would loom back on him eventually. Be it soon or in the distant future, either way it was not the matter at hand. So, he would wait patiently for her reply on his tiny question before his final decision was made... which it already was regardless.
Being a namekian he had never met a woman before today, perhaps in some areas that demon halfling on the beach would count, but Noxa was obviously of a greater development in her life cycle than the hybrid was. Unlike his kin, who were asexual, gendered species made him wonder what it was like to be one, this was always met with the dismay that he could ever learn, so he didn't bother to let his mind wander too far into this territory. Instead knowing reproduction for his people in their manner meant a huge gap in their power being created and rapidly aging one who participates in it. That is why it was always held to the esteem of the elders to increase the population, as adept warriors and young healers were always in short supply.
"Flavored water, eh? That sounds interesting... as long as it isn't any of that salty crap that makes up this planet's ocean." Namorel said jokingly, curious as to what other flavors water could take on and how these humans had accomplished this. Perhaps Noxa was right that if he needed anything he could head into a city, assuming he gets a grip on toning out the ear splitting sounds of humanity at work. Aside from the sounds however the city was a sight to behold, beyond anything he could have imagined on Namek, with buildings that soared above the clouds and others that lay beneath the Earth.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques In Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 5:15:49 GMT
Noxa's eyes widened in anticipation to deliver the answer she imagined he'd like to hear: "No salt! That's the best part! It's all very sweet!" a brief pause came; she should likely not there was ALSO variety, "Well, mostly. Most of flavored water is sweet; humans don't much like salt water. Love salty food though." Noxa knew that bit well enough; she spoke not from experience, of course — she wasn't human. There was, however, a lot of human imprinting done on her, not to mention the extensive observation she'd indulged in.
"Trees. Birds. Rustling of a forest's canopy of leaves in the rustling wind." Noxa explained, "You know — that stuff." She paused, "My senses are very keen by any standards, though I don't know how they'd compare to those of a Namekian..." She admitted, "But I can guarentee you that it would be quieter than here, but a little louder than a wasteland." She paused, "A good halfway mark, I think."
"I understand if you're hesitant. You just met me, after all. I just think it seems like a good way to adapt now." Noxa seemed very knowledgeable about the many intricacies of humanity and its social mechanism. She was willing to share, too! This was, of course, extremely unlike her. Noxa, herself, would in retrospection find her actions 'out of character'. It, however, wouldn't take long to realize this was all done out of an instinct of care and togetherness brought on by the Namekian side of her. She didn't reject the altruistic, nurturing nature it brought out in her; she embraced it, if anything.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 6:20:05 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
"That's good to hear, any taste but that salt is excellent." He said laughing, although the idea of a sweet water seemed very appealing to hi, perhaps it would taste like the water back home... or even better in fact. Namorel grinned a little at this thought. "Perhaps my opinion on salt may change if I get in a different condition than in water.."
He pondered out loud, his voice of the curious and philosophic nature. He had already experienced so much on Earth that he might as well give other things a shot, even if he was indulging himself some.
Noxa mentioned the location type she had in mind, more of a wilderness rather than one of the dead wastelands.
This actually appealed to Namorel greatly, it reminded him of home... even if the trees and animals were in no way similar he still felt at one with the landscape whenever he went into it. "That sounds great actually."
Namorel said as he thought to the blue grass of namek and let the green grass of Earth, the landscapes collide in his mind. They were vastly different, and yet so similar at the same time, it was almost terrifying, yet he took solace in this matter and it shook warm chills down his green skin as his mind continued to attribute these landscapes together.
"It would be a peculiar of a thing for us to do eh? A pseudo training on our first encounter that is." He said this laughing some, sure she would catch the sarcasm in it. "You claim to have the DNA of my people, so that is enough for me to trust you in this regard."
He would then say sincerely, the values of caring for one's own kin still deeply ingrained in his beliefs, eighty years of brother hood has that effect on one's opinions and psyche when in the presence of their own kind.
He still wondered how exactly her DNA worked if it merely 'contained' namekian genes in it, but he didn't bother to ask. Instead knowing that there was enough namekian in her to register as one of his own to Namorel. He saw her as another namekian despite... having a gender and a few other details.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques In Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 6:43:02 GMT
"In that case let's go!" Called the girl, her left knee lightly raising as did her right arm. She floated up, giving the Namek plenty of heads up. Once she was a good fifteen feet off the floor her right forearm moved int front of her face, acting as a sort of 'block' as she shot into the sky — it was her way of flying, really. She felt unprotected if she wasn't always ready to smash a bird away from her face.
"Common!" He'd hear her voice faintly away, "We're going South!"
Once she was high enough into the air Noxa gave him some time to reach her level; the soft hum and glow of her vermilion aura caressing her form. She pointed off towards the distance. She headed south, as she had said, a position she could tell well: it was morning, meaning the sun would be resting to the right — or East — of the sky. She didn't need a compass after all, yes another good survival technique.
The landscape quickly changed as the city rolled into the distance, eventually becoming grasslands, than hills, than jagged mountains and lush forested landscapes. "THIS AREA!" She called over the rushing wind, "IS CALLED Mt. PAOZU!"
It was a good quiet handful of minutes of very fast flying; but when they arrived Noxa touched down besides a large lake. There was a small island at the center, a few bamboo trees sprouting from its sides like little wisps of grass striving to live on beaten dirt. Noxa pointed to it, floating over the water as she came to the grass-covered little island.
She thought this place would do well! Plenty of water from the lake around and even a few spots of land. Noxa didn't know much about Namek, but something about the imagery of the place felt... Appropriate.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 8:17:44 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Noxa seemed fairly eager to set off, launching herself into the air while still giving Namorel time to catch up with her. Namorel examined the way she flew, out of sheer curiosity, he wanted to know if she used her wings or the same way eh did, with ki energy. As he caught up with her he saw an aura around her, a vermilion color to it; this ultimately answered the question Namorel had been studying her for. he had seen her fly in two methods so far and her being a being of unknown origin it was only natural that he be curious as to how she operated or functioned.
she had them heading south, Namorel took note of the position of the sun, needing to rely on the compass he had less and less as he may not always have it on him. the sun was rising and based on it's position it was east... so this meant there was a key to him determining the direction he was heading, as long as it was not exact midday at least. the landscape below them changed with each mile they gained, sometimes drastic and other times subtle. the beauty of this planet unfolded beneath him and showed more variety in its geography than namek offered at time.
After a bit Noxa announced they were there, touching down beside a lake, in a region around what was called Mt. Paozu. 'you should go to namek sometime... the lakes here always remind me of the seas there, the green water shimmering stilly on a planet blanketed by day all the time. it may sound dull, but the beauty alone is enough to visit for in my opinion, although i doubt i will go back any time soon.' Namorel said, getting a small scoop of water to sip from. He looked up at noxa as he was crouched drinking, both pain and an almost happy longing would be present in his eyes if she payed attention.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques In Use]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 8:40:17 GMT
It was in the bio-android's nature to be extremely observant of things; in other words: she took note. Noxa, however, attempted to make her observations discrete. Noxa didn't want to make this awkward. The Namekian was having a deep moment, so naturally didn't want to step all over him. She, however, walked closer to the center, giving him his space. At the center Noxa slowly pushed herself into a slow-moving cartwheel, her hair moving and sinking into the floor, pulling her along the areas that needed pulling. This was her form of stretching.
Once the Namekian had gathered himself and rendezvoused with her a few years in the middle she would be ready and waiting. Should he have taken note the Namekian may or not have noticed her hands were now nude — no longer were they covered in the thick metal-like carapace that gave her hands dangerous talons.
"Warm up!" She mentioned.
Her aura came to life once more, though the process was slow and steady — not quick and explosive. The girl reached for the sky, the flame-like aura covering her curves and not blazing in a spike fashion.
"Whenever you're ready; you can set the pace you want for this!"
Not-so-mortal combat to begin. [KP 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 9:04:50 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
Namorel took a few moments to collect himself, rippling the water lightly as he rose to his feet. "You know this reflection reminds me my father, as perturbed as that sounds... t does." Namorel said lucidly under his breath, he took a deep breath and loosened it through his nostrils. He turned to Noxa, who had since stretched and taken a stance a few yards away. Namorel clenched his hands and stretched his arms beyond belief in a helical motion to stretch them, as if trying to relax every muscle by squeezing them all together, and let his arms snap back like rubber bands.
He witnessed as Noxa's ki aura took a more steady and less explosive look to it, he may not be able to sense it, but she had made it visible enough. Namorel himself took his stance, taking another deep breath as he did so. His arms and hands took a stance that almost resembled a snake, with his right arm and hand positioned in such a way as to curve up and lurch his hand forwards, while hi left arm and hand tucked to his side, drawing out slightly to show a pose of defensive capabilities. This was the ancient namekian fighting styles he had been taught so long ago, almost eighty years of training had him a master in this stance and style.
"It's an honor to spar with you." Namorel said, trying to show a brighter look, but it was almost too obvious that it was paining him some. His emotion then blanked as his eyes narrowed. He took a moment to examine his opponent, he had only every properly fought against those that shared his style and wanted o take the time to make this very much of a learning experience... even before it started. A sudden heat came over Namorel's body, an emotional one; it went as soon as it came, but it reminded him of his training on Namek... reminding him to take his time.
Namorel wouldn't hesitate and taking it into full speed form the start, he would charge at Noxa with full force, his arms shifting in a somewhat three hundred and sixty degree motion of one another before he shot them off to each side using his elasticity. He would then raise his right leg up, as if going for a kick and start to spiral his body on this motion. He gave no indication as to what was intended to hit from this movement, with his arms seeking in from either direction and one leg spiraling directly towards her. He kept this motion going and aimed to until ht emade contact... or got into he range he hoped to achieve.
KP: 3/3 [No Techniques In Use]
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