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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 9:31:02 GMT
"Oh, uh, likewise." Noxa spoke, putting up her arms like a boxer. She did this out of a feeling of obligation; Noxa never 'sparred' someone before, in full honesty. In battle she was always a wild thing; no stance, not technique. Just a predator taking down prey or trying to survive. Whatever grace came from her was inadvertent. Naturally, her stance now was improvised; the only reason she even used one was because this didn't feel like a battle. This sparring felt like there was something more to it. Honor, maybe? The Bio-Android wasn't sure what honor felt like, but she'd guess if she played dirty here the feeling of shame that would come to her was likely from just that: honor.
Once the Namekian's elastic attack came Noxa kept a close eye on what he was doing, trying to figure out his plan. Noxa took a mighty leap back once the arms stretched out. A single red ki blast flew to him. The equivalent of a punch, but with a little bit of an 'Oomph'.
She was curious what would come of this technique from a long range. She'd never fought someone stretchy before, after all; the closest she'd experience was her hair, which could go over an interesting distance, but that was that.
[KP 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 9:57:14 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Noxa seemed to ready herself before Namorel initially launched himself at her, she took a stance he had not seen, while also showing a lack of form in it. "Interesting." He thought to himself as he examined it. It didn't quite seem to fit her, but at the same time drew in insurmountable clues there was some purpose to it rather and and aside from combat practicality all together. Instead serving an ulterior motive Namorel hadn't considered in the heat of the spar that would ensue.
As Namorel flew towards Noxa, his arms apart from him and fairly distant from his spinning body, Noxa humped back, obviously giving herself distance from Namorel's initial kick. "Shit... she may still be in range." Namorel thought to himself, he reversed the rotation of his body to oppose that of his full rotation and slow himself down, it took a few moments, but he had managed to slow his body to a stop and get back into an upright position and continue his plan to its fullest.
Much to his dismay Noxa had thrown a ki blast at him, this however didn't stop him from giving his plan a shot, heading directly into the ki blast he took the hit and pushed his arms a little further, then generated a whip, measuring almost fifteen feet in length in his right hand. He then swung this in a diagonal path, aiming towards her, upon finishing this swoop he would go to make the full swing an X by going diagonal in the opposite direction with it.
Once he recovered he launched his arms back to him, the whip dragging the ground as he did so, "that was a nice warm up, so... shall we go all out?" Namorel said, whipping the whip beside him. His stance took an obvious change as he equipped the whip, taking more of an open look, with his feet wider apart, almost as if he was inviting the opponent into his range. His left hand lay empty, clenching as retracting, as if preparing for a punch or grab at any moment. Hie eyes were burning with determination, ready to strike at any moment.
He stood as a force, unwavering by the spar ahead of him, ready for a nice brawl or a brutal fight to the death, to a warrior one is as real as the other. He took no battle lightly, even if he was fighting his best friend; he had to be ready at any moment, there was no greater thrill than the thrill given to one when one's life is on the line... whether it be merely in metaphor or in reality. Namorel saw this all to be the same and he did so as a promise to someone who was no longer here... someone he looked up to and lost without the chance to say goodbye... he had to fight ot prevent this form occurring ever again.
KP: 2/3 [Ki whip initiated, fighting stance modified to suit weapon mode]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 12:50:48 GMT
Noxa had been watching him, though the unraveling manifestation of Ki that headed for her was not one she'd been familiar with — or expected. Her arms rose in front of her, forming a barricade of muscle and flesh. The whip would crack, his strike landing. The stinging pain left on Noxa's forearms reminded her where she was. Noxa lowered her arms, a soft sizzling smoke rising from them.
His stance was unique; she appreciated the originality it brought. It seems she'd made a mistake after all! Giving him distance in this battle only had given him the advantage. If she wanted to truly lay some punches there was no way to get to him from this distance.
One of her hands found themselves facing the Namekian. Her gentle ki flared up. A dense, unstable sphere generated against her palm, the shape fluxing as much as the ki around it. It was as though the ki within built up so fast it attempted to burst free.
Hardly any time at all was spent nurturing the ball before it finally burst, sending forth a straight, quivering beam of energy. The core was brilliant ant white, but it grew darker and a more fierce red the closer one looked to the edges.
[ N1 Scarlet Crush Fired at 33% 2310 ] KP 2/3
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 22:35:59 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
The whip hit, so far Namorel had received good luck with his whip since he had arrived on Earth... at least the smaller variant of it that is. HE never seemed to hit anything but the landscape when he went into giant form. The ki pulsed gently in his hand, the whip was an extension of himself and it would do as he commanded it too, he could never remember where he learned to do it however... it just came to him one day.
The ki blast released from Noxa's direction quickly, the color of it, oulsing red. "This seems fun." Namorel spoke flatly to the ki blast specifically. He would move in on it's direction, his left shoulder facing it rather than his chest or head, the whip was raised to his side and ready to be struck down at any moment. He knew this was going to sting, but it was worth building up his endurance if he could.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 22:56:32 GMT
Noxa had fired her energy beam and wished to see what he would do. Her eyes remained glued on that whip of his; it was an interesting technique, to be sure... Where did he learn it? Could it have been something passed down to him? Or maybe his own creation, like Noxa's own Scarlet Crush. Admittedly her own creation was far less unique than his own.
Her forearms returned to hove over her face in their protective form. Noxa rushed in close, hoping it wasn't too late to land a punch or two into the Namekian's blocking side. Finally she'd get the change she was hoping for — get in close! Hopefully too close for this whip!
[No tech used this round]
[KP 2/3 ==> 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 23:53:10 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
The red ki blast Noxa had previously fired hit Namorel like a truck, knocking him back some and almost loosening his grip on his ki whip, but he managed to keep his grip on it. The stagger from the blast would leave him wide open for a matter or moments. He shook his head to clear up his vision and stretched his arm for a brief moment as it had taken the full force of the ki blast, leaving most of the rest of his body unscathed.
However, as soon as he recovered she was moving in for melee. Noxa was moving at a speed Namorel knew he would have trouble matching along. He threw his right arm and hand into a frenzy, but not in the intent to hit Noxa with the whip, instead to wrap the majority of the whip around his arm, burning about two feet of it to his hand and wrapping it into a knuckle duster sort of shape, ultimately decreasing its range greatly. However in the time it takes him to accomplish this task he is left extremely open on his right side, easily taking any blow Noxa would pit against Namorel.
"I've never tried this before, but let's see how it does." Namorel said to himself in the process of wrapping his whip around his hand and arm. The idea came to him on the spot, but he was sure it would prove useless as the adjusting of it alone took much longer than he had befor eNoxa would get to him and get a solid hit in. The warm pulse of the whip spread through his entire arm however, an almost calming feeling.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 0:36:02 GMT
The punches that connected from Noxa landed hard — but that's it. She didn't aim THROUGH him; she didn't aim to kill. The truck analogy would still fit well here, though not nearly to the same intensity. Noxa moved much like a boxer, throwing a few jabs against the muscular man, though she lacked the skill and grace that would come with living a life dedicated to a specific combat style.
As Noxa's fists flew she took note of what was happening to his whip — and his arm. "What are you...?" She wondered to herself. Her closest guess was that it was an attempt to reduce the range of the whip, giving him a means to combat her at close quarters. The woman soon came to realize something: somewhere along the last few moments a her features had eased into a smile; she enjoyed this greatly; the man's combat style — it was very interesting to her.
[NO KP USED] [KP 3/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 1:25:56 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
Each hit that impacted Namorel gave him a better grasp on the fight at hand, with the whip finally in place he himself was ready to take a swing, but held back some to get a slightly better grasp on her style in the next few swings. Her formality in fighting lacked some, but at the same time it had a unique grace to it Namorel took an interest in, the movements almost fleeting in motion, but rugged in force. He hadn't handled that combination before, even Retsu relied much on his tail and head rather than any other method when fighting, but Noxa seemed to be versatile either way Namorel looked at it, stable ki blasts and fists that packed one hell of a punch.
Namorel then took his swing, his right hand taking a some what curved path as it came around. Namekian styles had always taught him to avoice straight arm strikes ant to abuse the elasticity of his arms to the greatest extent he could. However he would deviate from this and bring his left arm from his side and strike with a bent arm, aimed for Noxa's lower torso, which ever, if either, strike hit Namorel would take his momentum to the side that got a strike, keeping his feet moving with the flow of the combat rather than risk staying in one spot.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 2:06:31 GMT
Noxa leaped three or five inches, raising her left leg to block the strike from the left while her upper body focused on the right swing. Those were blocked, but at the cost of her stability. The momentum of both his strikes would sent Noxa back, away from the closeness she'd strived to attain. The woman gritted her teeth as the impact came with her lightly-injured forearms, completely breaking her upper body block. As she flew backwards he would have the opportunity to follow up or let her sail off crashing into the water if she didn't stop herself with ki.
She had not expected him to attack from both sides; her movements had been of instinct alone, which naturally caused them to not be perfect. She had been left open and lost some of her advantage.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 4:04:57 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
"Nice block." As Namorel said this he smirked. Unable to thuroughly follow up on either of his fists as he didn't make it too far with either of them. Considering what to do he acted upon instinct, raising his left foot and using the momentum of his right one to propel himself into a sort of back flip that would span no more than a few feet. The feeling of the air as his purple flood flowed to his brain was cold, and soft at the same time.
The fight, or better named spar, was already exhilarating to Namorel and they had merely begun the combat, the gap in skill and power between him and Noxa was nowhere as immense as between Namorel and Retsu. offering Namorel more than enough of an opportunity to show his potential in this fight. His body was still a tad sore from the previous day against Retsu, but the stretching of this combat already gave his body some of the relief he needed, something rest alone couldn't accomplish.
Upon recovery from his jump he held his arms out in cross like shape, the whip still wrapped around his right arm. He then began to slowly rotate, picking up momentum as he spun, a cyclonic double lariat of sorts that with each rotation picked up speed and helped him close in on Noxa's location. He loosened his grip on the end of the whip from his hands and allowed the weapon to unravel itself from his arm, and if not stopped would pull all fifteen feet back into the long, distance loving variant that was originally created.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 6:12:58 GMT
Noxa had gone silent, remaining under the water where she'd crashed.
From bellow the waves Noxa looked up, thinking of what to do next. She could try to flank him from behind, but... No, that's be too normal. An idea came to her. She neared the rocky underside of the cavern bellow the waves. A torrent of fists would come towards the rock as Noxa swiftly punched a hole into the underside. The hole was just big enough for her to fit her arms. She shut one eye, tryin to envision where the Namek would be. A rough estimate, after all she'd be aiming from quite a bit of rock.
The cove's purpose soon became clear: it was was to block out the light. Noxa's arms were shoved into the hole as she charged up another attack. It was the same attack as before, dubbed 'Scarlet Crush' the soft red glow resumed briefly, before the blast shot out almost instantly. Not much charging this time! A weak surprise attack!
[ N1 Scarlet Crush 33% = 2310] [Kp 3/3 ==> 2/3]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 6:52:05 GMT
Namorel
Powerlevel: 2,700
Namorel continued to spin until the whip was completely untangled from his arm, all fifteen feet still pulsing as he held it. He was a tiny bit dizzy from the spinning, shaking his head before taking the time to look around for Noxa, His vision was a tad blurred, almost spinning. He recovered after a moment and upon looking around realized that Noxa was not nearby... hell she didn't even seem to be in the area.
"Looks like my attack was in vain." He said to himself flatly, unaware of the sneak attack that would soon befall him. He stood stalwart, looking around. The water medium kept the sounds of Noxa's movements and actions quiet. In no time he felt the ground below him erupt, a familiar red ki enveloped him and the area immediately around him. He was launched into the air and landed nearby, his back hitting the ground loudlyly. He had almsot lost his grip of the whip, it barely standig between two of his fingers as he lay on his back, sure Noxa would return after the sneak attack.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 7:12:20 GMT
"DID I HIT YOU!?" Noxa's voice would echo up into the air before water would come to fill in the space her kiblast took up. Noxa thought she did. She'd eventually push through any falling debris and rise through the water, her wings buzzing in the air as she kept herself afloat. If he'd fallen behind any shrubbery or bamboo trees she'd actively search for her Namekian buddy.
Should she have to go searching he may very well hear her call out to him. "Naaaaaaaaaaaammm?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 7:38:40 GMT
Namorel Powerlevel: 2,700
Namorel took a moment to get to his feet, that last blast hurt quite a bit, not a deadly like hurt, but a nice bit or practice kind of hurt. He rose slowly, his ears ringing a bit, but he still heard Noxa speak before she rose from the hole she had created with that previous blast. When he finally got to his feet he would drop the whip intentionally as he saw no point in maintaining it. Once it hit the ground it would dissipate into nonexistance.
"Yeah... you hit me. I'm over here. I hurt a bit, but nothin' that regenerating can't fix eh?" He would reply, indicating his location to her when she called to him. He would stumble some as he walked, but this would recover some as he walked more towards where he had been hit by the ki blast.
KP: 3/3 [No extra techs]
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2016 7:52:37 GMT
Noxa flew off to his side. She knew she hadn't put enough to do any damage to him! Well, not any serious; Namekians were tough creatures, to be sure! Seeing him regenerate Noxa decided that'd likely be the end of their session. She, too, began to let her Namekian physiology do what it must. Her carapace slid and grew back over the skin of her hands as she neared him.
"Fun, huh?!" She smiled, "We can do this again sometime!" By her words it seemed she'd been calling an end here.
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