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Post by Shemha on Sept 14, 2016 2:05:15 GMT
(Thread PL - 61,709. Heavy Weights on - 15,427)
On the night Shemha had met the red head named Noxa, the woman eventually assisted her in making it back to her ship. Before the two parted ways, the Majin extended an invitation to visit in the future. Of course in her invitation she had included a stipulation. She wanted to test her skills against the woman. Noxa interested Shemha and during their time in the bar she had not missed the signature the woman exerted. A soldier of the Solar Saiyan Empire, Shemha was always looking to extend her experience and nothing served that better than testing yourself against someone new. Today was that day.
Alone in her ship at the moment, her signature was easy enough to locate. Despite her relative freedom within the SSE and no active orders, Shemha chose to report in regularly. In the recent past she was caught off guard when summoned to Namek, not even aware that Commander Habana was there. She did not plan to let that happen again. Almost daily reports put her in touch with Vegeta and kept her in the loop. When she was needed, the Majin would be ready.
In her captain’s chair, her slender fingers fell away from the console. Casually they came to rest on the arms of the comfortable seat, nails tapping against the metal that capped each armrest. The day she had purchased the ship and order her custom enhancements, the manufacture had questioned her choice for the cushion-less chair. What he failed to understand was that comfort was a relative thing to Majins. Their unique traits allowed them to all but ignore what others considered uncomfortable. Soft and malleable when they chose to be, her seat was designed to fit her slender frame with no extras needed.
With a long sigh she closed her eyes to allow them a break from the blink and buzz of the monitors that lined the cockpit. Unlike many larger ships, The Enigma was designed for her to pilot it all on her own, her chair the only one within the main window of the vessel. Behind her the ship opened up into various rooms. Filled with a large lounge for long journeys, multiple guest rooms, a master suite, a rarely used kitchen, training facility and medical bay, it had all the accommodations she and several passengers might need.
Due to the various rooms within the ship and the fact they were located within its central structure the ship was rather large. This did make it easy to spot in the hangar and when Noxa was to make her way back, as the vessel loomed over the others alongside it.
Her legs unfolded as she rose from her seat, rising to her full height as she extended her arms overhead. Today she felt limber and almost anxious to step into the gravity chamber. At the moment it occurred to her, she had failed to mention the chamber when they last spoke. Over the recent weeks her tolerance for higher gravity had slowly increased. Conditioning her body to handle each increase in force, she had pushed herself all the way up to forty times Earth’s normal gravity. She would just wait and see what the girl could handle.
A glance to the side and she saw the time was almost noon, the time they had agreed upon. With a small smile she let her senses reach out and search for the now familiar signature. It didn’t take long to locate and the woman was already close.
Shemha turned on her heel and headed into the bowels of her ship. Controlled strides took her through the cockpit, through the lounge and down towards the still closed entrance ramp. There she stood; hand on the wall next to the release button as she waited for the girl to approach. As soon as the woman neared the back of the ship, Shemha would release the hatch to welcome her friend in.
(This is a picture of The Enigma, just to give a better idea of what it looks like…I wasn’t about to explain the outside of it in detail hah.)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2016 9:59:03 GMT
Thread power level 127,185! Heavy weights ACTIVE! Current PL: 31,796!
The day had been a rainy one. Not the kind that starts off with wispy little droplets and never really evolves from that. No, the day had started off with thunder and lightning streaking across the sky. In fact, that was how Noxa woke up; her little sleeping area stood atop the roof of one of Satan City’s skyscrapers. It had nearly been struck by lightning. Chances are it was thanks to the massive needle-like tower atop the building, which acted as a lightning rod, that Noxa’s little makeshift nest hadn’t been set ablaze by nature’s rage.
The thunderstorm rapidly had evolved into a full-blown monsoon. Instead of being set into a sour mood from her rude awakening Noxa was instead pretty excited; the woman loved the rain. The rain was something she had only come to experience within the last month or so; Zilyana, her home world, was nothing but an arid world of sandy dunes. So, naturally, an event like this storm was absolutely novel, regardless of just how gloomy it might be.
Either way, Noxa had gotten enough sleep. Between the start of a storm and the lingering excitement for what today held Noxa would likely not be able to return to her slumber — even if she wanted to.
It had been a few days since the two red-themed women had met. They spent a wonderful night indulging in stories, alcohol, and sugary treats, all the while being attended by a polite bartender. In that union, the scarlet-haired Bio Android had felt a blossoming friendship. Something she felt was at least reciprocated thanks to how the night closed out. Noxa, thanks to her ability to quickly metabolize alcohol, had sobered herself up just enough to helped her red Majin friend find her way home. The details of what happened afterward were still fuzzy to Noxa, but she remembered a clear invitation being extended; she also vaguely remembered the time of ‘noon’ being of some importance, something she came to interpret as ‘pass by any day you want, though I’ll likely be here at noon’.
Of course, it wasn't the case, but Noxa was none the wiser to it.
In reality, the Bio Woman had wanted to show up the immediate morning after, but decided against it. Something told her that might have seemed too eager or needy. It was a social hunch — a new skill for the woman, one she found rather helpful. However, by day two the redhead had found herself a little impatient, and decided today would be the day she paid Shemha a visit.
Through whipping winds and pelting rain, Noxa soared. Her form free from any visible ki; she wasn’t trying to make a scene atop an early city morning; naturally, supersonic flight with blazing ki was out of the question. It worked well for her either way, Noxa liked the feeling of the rain pummeling against her flesh, drumming against her carapace.
Her free low-height gliding above rooftops came to a standstill suddenly. A thought popped into her head: ‘If I’m going to shop up to her ship this early I might as well have a good reason to be there — aside from training. Might as well make a good second impression.’
With that in mind, Noxa began to flutter closer into an alley, touching down where she was less visible. From there the woman ran through the rain. Noxa entered a nearby building, deciding to act on her little idea before finally heading over to her encounter with Shemha.
Despite the circumstances of the previous encounter, Noxa still found herself able to remember the path to the hangar well. Naturally, it wasn’t long until the woman found herself within the massive ship storage. Thanks to the little detour Noxa took, it seemed as though she might be a minute or two late. However, she now carried by her left side something she hoped would more than make up for her slight tardiness. BY her side was a very wide, stuffed, black plastic bag. The woman was careful to not bump or shake it too much as she hurried about.
Before much longer she had gotten into the colossal construct without a problem... Albeit the exact location of the Majin’s ship wasn’t as clear to recall as was the hangar’s location. Still, the image of the ship’s hull was still a clear beacon in her mind’s eye; something so elegant would be hard to miss! Noxa would continue to look for the mobile residence as she effortlessly jogged through the facility, her right arm pumping at her side, while her left remained dead down her side; she couldn’t afford to have it move too much — doing so would jostle the bag she carried.
Finally, using ki sense, Noxa managed to track down her drinking partner. The buxom woman then finally relaxed, catching sight of the luxurious ship’s ornate hull; she had managed to find it after all. In doing so Noxa began slowing her approach just a bit, coming to a pace of a brisk walk. As the ship’s hatch began to release Noxa’s form was gradually revealed: a full-figured woman with rain-matted hair, completely soaked through, and with a wide, stupid grin on her face. The woman zeroed into the entrance, keeping her left arm in check just as before. “Missed me?” A hearty chortle came from the newcomer. The textured xanthic eyes seemed to glow with a strange eagerness from atop her black sclera. The premise of this visit was training, of course; that much Noxa remembered. However, it wasn’t exactly what she was excited for. Noxa had hoped to get some more social time with Shemha, more face-to-face interaction.
It was exactly the reason that Noxa had decided to deviate her course in the first place. Well, aside from saving face at the possibility of Shemha's invitation for training being wrong.
The woman’s left eye shut, a slight look of confusion taking over her features as the woman finally stopped in front of Shemha. “Say, you mentioned something about training, right?” Her look, despite the smile that lingered, was one that fully expected backlash; much like a dog that had just playfully snatched its owner’s meal. After all, Noxa expected to be dismissed should any of the presumptions she had been working on proved to be wrong.
While the nervous woman waited for a reply — or an invitation inside — a delicious scent began to waft from the black bag. It was sweet, savory, and held an unmistakable spice to it. It seemed Noxa had come with more than just enough water to ruin a home’s carpet twice over — Noxa had brought with her something edible!
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Post by Shemha on Sept 15, 2016 15:01:29 GMT
Being tardy was something Shemha would never tolerate when it came to her own timeliness. However, the fact Noxa was yet to arrive didn't bother her. Today she had little else scheduled or planned and when she considered what she knew of the woman...her late arrival should have been expected. That expectation would not have been at the expense of Noxa’s character, but a logical guess from what Shemha observed the night before. The red head seemed a little carefree by the Majin’s radar and such individuals often saw scheduled times as guidelines, letting distractions or side quests shift appointment times. Again, not the way Shemha chose to be, but in this scenario Noxa’s late arrival was of no matter.
When she sensed the girl's signature mere meters from her ship, one press of a button activated the entrance ramp. With a hiss of hydraulics the door began to lower, slowly allowing line of sight to form between the two. Noxa’s first reaction was to ask if she had been missing while Shemha could not help her slow scan of the woman's soaked body. The weather was that foul beyond the hanger? Not having left the structure since the day before, she was fully unaware of the downpour. Either it was raining heavily or the redhead had crashed through someone's pool...both were plausible.
”Of course, but it would seem the rain did not miss you.” Shemha commented with a hint of amusement. Somehow this woman always seemed to provide entertainment in one form or another. Her stance and soaked form combined almost gave her the look of a wet animal, a thought Shemha would never share vocally. Regardless of the entertainment value of the likeable girls current condition, the Majin was not rude enough to potentially hurt her feelings. Instead she moved on.
”Training was the idea yes, but we don't have to get right into it. Besides...we should get you dried off before you catch a cold.” Could she even catch one? She knew the saying, yet it really only applied to humans didn't it? In fact, Shemha wasn't even sure what Noxa was. The majority of her look human, but with some sort of strange carapace structure added on. Maybe today she would ask about her heritage, if she found a way to bring it up without being blunt.
A wave of her hand invited Noxa onto the ship, Shemha already half turned as she made the gesture. As long as she followed, the host would lead her guest towards the large lounge area near the front of the ship. They would pass the training facility and the kitchen, the door closed to both before the hallway opened up into the large social area. As for the water the redhead dripped, Shemha didn't seem bothered. ”Hold here a moment and I shall get you a towel.”
As Shemha strolled out of the room, towards her own personal quarters, Noxa was left to herself in the lounge. If anything it said the Majin trusted her new friend, at least enough that she was fine with her unsupervised in the expensive vessel.
The room Noxa was left it was equivalent to that of a luxurious hotel lounge. To the side sat a collection of blue leather chairs and a matching couch, pillows positioned perfectly along its length. Solid mahogany end tables and coffee tables accented the furniture, the dark brown offsetting the lighter blue material. Across from that sat something the redhead might be much more at home with, a lovely bar and set of stools. Far smaller but far fancier than the Indigo, the bar top was a light marble, stools closer to the wood finish in color. Behind it were untouched cabinets if alcohol, the shelves filled on the suggestion of one of her companion's. Despite her actions in the bar, she never touched the stuff and it sat undisturbed. The room was designed to entertain, Shemha either chose not to or the opportunity hadn't presented itself yet.
A moment after she departed, Shemha returned with a large white towel in hand. Arm extended she offered it to the other girl. At the same time her other arm reached out, offering to take the black bag. At first she had suspected it to be training equipment it some kind, but noe the whole room smelled of food. This girl definitely liked to snack.
”What is in the bag?” She asked with a nod of her head. Judging by the smell it was likely food of some sort, the reason it was wrapped in a bag unclear. If allowed Shemha would take it from the girl and place it on the counter while her friend dried off. The water on the floor would be something she could take care of later, the carpet was resilient enough to resist staining and it was only water.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2016 20:21:07 GMT
Noxa felt a nasal, snorty giggle rise from her. It was an embarrassing little quirk, but it was the only thing she could really muster in response to Shemha’s cheesy little retort; Noxa found it cute. Accurate, too.
“Yeah, no kidding.” Noxa commented, “I was absolutely pelted.” A shrug arose from Noxa. There wasn’t much she could do about it. In the end, it didn’t really matter — a little rain never killed anyone, right? Well, at least not in Zilyana. It never rained there.
Either way, Noxa was finally given confirmation — it was training! Which meant her gesture of food fetching would likely have been seen as an extra gesture and not a bootlegged reason to visit! Although Shemha’s comment did bring up a good question: could Noxa get sick? Noxa spent no time fooling around; once she was waved within the ship she entered without hesitation. Noxa kept close at Shemha’s heels. As they walked within the ship Noxa began to realize something: she was cold. It was still summer, but the drop in temperature caused by her monsoon soaking had left Noxa’s core trembling a little; goosebumps riddled her skin.
While they traversed the luxurious vessel Noxa couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of familiarity. She couldn’t exactly recall if she had been here or not. Either way, once Noxa was abandoned with the promise of a towel, she decided not to move. Noxa remained there, perfectly still — with the exception of her hair. It was still matted down, but the two locks of hair that always stuck above her head twitched to and fro, attempting to get the layabout of the area. Her wandering antenna’s surveying would cease immediately with Shemha’s return. Noxa rose her hands, offering the black bag.
“Oh, it’s just food.” Noxa assured, “I figured since you’re new to the planet I’d bring you something to sample. The best thing about Earth is by far the food and drink — speaking of which, I also bought some ‘soda’. It’s a delicious, sweet, fizzy drink that comes in metals cans or glass or plastic bottles. I brought —” Noxa cut herself off, shaking her head as she finally took hold of the towel, “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
The woman’s carapace melted back into her flesh, giving Noxa a better way to dry herself. Dealing with her bare body was far easier than trying to contour the endless intricate details of her carapace. Once her body had been dried Noxa’s hair took a hold of the towel. Numerous strands of red would begin to rub tug against the towel as the hair rubbed the drying cloth against itself. As the autonomous mane did its thing Noxa found herself walking a bit further into the fancy room, her hands clasping at her hips as she looked about.
“So, is this where you train by any chance?” The woman found herself locking eyes with the bar. She half expected for a ginger man to slide in from the side, offering her some sort of strong spirit and warn her of the dangers of over drinking. Once her mane had finished wrestling with the towel the mass lowered the drying cloth down against her shoulder. Her carapace began to resurface from her flesh, growing into place like a scab. An elegant, sharp, ornate, metallic-looking scab.
At that point Noxa turned fully towards her Majin companion, eyeing her up and down. She was silent for a moment before her arms crossed over her belly. Noxa cleared her throat and commented, “You could use some weights, by the way. A lot of fighters use them to train — very effective!”
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Post by Shemha on Sept 15, 2016 21:23:41 GMT
As Noxa listed off what she had brought with her, Shemha looked to the bag on the counter. Normally she wasn’t much for snacks and drinks, food more of a necessity than a luxury in her mind, yet she trusted in the girl’s decisions in the field. The gummy dogs, of which a large amount sat within the fridge of the kitchen, were delicious little things and even with only a few days passed since their initial encounter, the Majin had already broken into them. If the redhead planned to introduce Shemha to something new each time they met, perhaps extra training sessions would be called for. The calories needed to be burned off somehow.
When Noxa took the towel, Shemha shifted up into one of the bar stools. Left leg crossing over her right, both hands came to rest on her uplifted knee. Considered a formal and proper stance in the right setting, it was the way she had been taught to sit when she was younger and now often took the position casually, it was comfortable.
The Majin allowed the girl as much time as was required to dry herself. Considering she did not hesitate to retract the armored sections of her body in the presence of another, Shemha made no motion to avert her gaze. In fact she watched the process; a little intrigued by the way the armored plating shrank away. This only reinforced her desire to ask what exactly Noxa was; the answer was definitely not human. The soft piece of fabric she provided her companion with appeared to be enough as it finally came to rest along her shoulder. With similar interest, she watched the carapace reemerge and take its normal shape around the woman’s body. When Noxa turned her full attention to the Majin, Shemha didn’t miss a beat.
”No, I rarely use this area to be honest. The training facilities are towards the back of the ship, near its widest section.” Her head motioned towards the hallway they had entered through, one of the closed doors they passed the portal to her gravity chamber.”As for weights, I already have them.” She added, arms lifting from her lap to indicate the cuffs strapped around them. They were a more compact version than most wore, allowing Shemha movement when engaged in combat.
”We do not need to rush though. I do wish to test myself against you, but that is not the only reason I invited you here. Honestly, I would like to learn more about you if you are up for chatting or of you prefer we can get right to it.” The initial invitation was for a physical exchange, yet that didn’t have to be the only activity of the day. It was pouring out apparently and Shemha had nowhere to be, why not spend the day with someone you felt comfortable with?
On top of that…Shemha was truly curious to learn about the girl. She hadn’t comment on it, but from the moment the girl entered her ship the Majin had taken a more in-depth read of her signature. Somehow it was far greater than just a few days ago. That combined with the woman’s strange structure, Shemha did want to know more about her. While she considered them friends in a general sense, she was still a soldier for the Solar Saiyan Empire and always had a mind to gather potentially useful information.
With a friendly smile adding slight wrinkles to her normally smooth complexion, Shemha really was fine with either option. In reality, both would happen before the day was out since her companion arrived with a meal in hand, the only thing left undetermined was in which order.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2016 20:19:45 GMT
The woman took note of the weights. “Ohh… They are pretty sleek and compact; that's a quality I haven't much seen in training weights yet.” She admired, “I thought about having something like that, but… I kind of already have something like that.” Noxa commented but didn’t seem to expand on the idea... Although she did peek over towards the direction that the woman gestured. It seemed she’d passed the area in question and hadn’t even taken note of it. Noxa gave a curt nod, “Makes sense...” The woman cocked her head, giving the room one last vague visual inspection before her gaze returned to the red-fleshed lady, “Training here would probably do a lot more harm than good… Especially considering how fancy everything is.”
It was hard to contain the parasitic smile that seemed to take a forceful hold of the Bio Android’s lips. Noxa felt a warm feeling — flattery. It was a new sensation; one she very much liked. The woman’s cheeks soon flushed, “Well, I’ll be sure to not try to disappoint you.” Noxa began inching towards the direction of the training chamber, though she continued to face the Majin. Eventually, she would be taking slow steps backward.
“We cooouuuldd do both of those things at the same time.” Noxa suggested, “Train and talk… And, afterward, we could relax and eat! I would love to eat and chat now, but I would hate to get cramps while training, or something. If we are going to do something we might as well give it all our effort, you know?”
The woman didn’t get cramps. Her ability to ingest or absorb food was blessed by the ability to nearly instantly metabolize or store aways its nutrients and caloric value for future use. However, she wasn’t sure about the gummy woman; it was very possible that eating could affect her, much like how alcohol did. If that was the case it might hinder their training session, and that was something the redhead very much didn’t want. Shemha’s background had deeply interested her. Noxa saw her as a competent bounty hunter — or, at least, an ex- bounty hunter. That was a profession she had little expectations from, but the power that Noxa felt from the Majin was immense… Not to mention she had just admitted to limiting herself.
Of course, the desire to understand more about her new friend wasn’t the only reason Noxa was so eager to train. She was here to accept training because Noxa felt it would have been the best way to fix one major flaw Celmaru had pointed out in her; Noxa lacked any sort of finesse when it came to combat. That was something she could attest for. All her life Noxa had fought with instinct, never taking the time to train. The same could be said about her social skills, but that too had begun to change for the better as of late.
Noxa cocked her head, towards the direction of the training chamber, her smile growing a bit before she fully turned around, beckoning the Majin with a swing of her arm.
“Common!” Noxa’s bombastic enthusiasm was palpable. It was clear that she had been very eager for today — maybe a little too much.
She was tall and mature, but Noxa’s personality had the eccentric quality of someone much younger. She turned fully towards the direction of the chamber, giving a light jog as she headed yonder. During her transition Noxa’s voice would echo back to the Majin, “I have to admit, by the way, you are a lot stronger than anyone I’ve ever seen with your background.” There she was, voicing her earlier observation. “It makes me feel as though… If we met in different circumstances things could’ve turned out much differently — I have had a really nasty history with mercenaries in general.”
In all reality, Noxa had given a valuable hint as to her past. That was something she hadn’t yet confided in anyone; something that Noxa had been very protective of ever since her arrival on Earth. Yet, strangely enough, she seemed to trust the Majin for some reason. The bond they now shared was something that birthed a strange inclination hope for reliance. Noxa hadn’t considered that it wasn’t a two-way street; despite just how healthy cynicism was it seemed that Noxa had forgotten to check that quality in at the door.
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Post by Shemha on Sept 18, 2016 1:32:40 GMT
Yes, it would not be a wise decision to train within the lounge. While the layout would provide plenty of weapons and obstacles, creatures with their power levels would make short work of it. By the time the session was over, there was a high chance that the area would be a mixture of dented walls and broken furniture. The gravity chamber on the other hand was designed to handle such high levels of energy output. The thought alone was exciting. A new opponent was always something to look forward too.
As Noxa began to gradually make her way towards the hallway that lead into the chamber, Shemha’s eyes followed her slow steps. The slight flushness in her normally pale cheeks was unexpected, had the Majin embarrassed her? Perhaps it was equal excitement as Shemha’s own cheeks weren’t capable of blushing. Head cocked slightly to the side by the time her companion was walking backwards, she let a slow smile crawl back onto her lips. Flattery was something she still did not fully comprehend even if her words gave the impression that she did.
”Good point. Talking and training at the same time would be far more efficient then to do them separately.” She agreed, much happier with that idea than to do one after the other. Her lips curled upwards a bit more as the redhead let out her enthusiastic “common.” It surprised her, but she found the girl to be entertaining and her company enjoyable, more so than most she had met. Part of it was her outgoing attitude attached to the carefree nature that seemed to ooze from her. Maybe they really were friends.
Of course the definition of what friends were varied depending on whom you asked. While Shemha and Noxa got along just fine, there was much to learn about one another and so far the Majin hadn’t been completely forthcoming. Her previous profession was indeed that of a bounty hunter or mercenary, yet that life had vanished and she was now a soldier of the SSE. Like with all she had met on Earth, that information was kept hidden. To call it lying was not completely accurate though, for no one had really asked a question direct enough concerning the subject. Then again, if they had, she likely would have lied anyway.
When the words of her sparring partner echoed down the hall, Shemha’s bro lifted at her comment. History with mercenaries…how interesting.
”What do you mean?” She called out in turn, feet already in motion as she followed the girl. A moment after Noxa, she stepped into the gravity chamber itself. A wide space devoid of anything, the chamber was not hard to find and anyone with fighting experience would recognize it as the perfect area to engage another. The only item within it was the console near the door. When the Majin stepped in she elaborated.
”So, is it safe to assume you mean that you’ve had run-ins with mercenaries and hired guns in the past? Were you wanted for holding up a candy store or something of that nature?” Shemha added in a light tone, a somewhat sly smile sent the redheads way as she headed to the console. She always kept questioning light hearted if possible; individuals were willing to give away much more information when they felt at ease. For this her general curiosity made it easy.
While she waited for the answer, her slender fingers began to dance over the keypad. A few quick inputs and the machine itself activated, the device set to jump to forty times the gravity of Earth. With that as her last setting she never even thought to ask the woman in detail about her experience with gravity training. Admittedly the fact Noxa felt stronger than her led the Majin to believe she was well equipped to handle such an increase in force. The idea of a body’s need to acclimate to new gravity not being directly tied to strength never crossed her mind.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 12:32:27 GMT
“I’m glad you see things my way~” Noxa called cheerfully as she reached the gravity chamber. The woman's reply was full of glee and excitement still; Shemha's swift agreement to her idea really picked her spirits up — killing two birds with one stone and all that.
Noxa had only taken a few steps into the gravity chamber when the question came — a direct probe into Noxa’s past.
Noxa blinked once. In the split second that her eyes were closed her imagination turned vivid. She felt hot, like she was once again under the suffocating heat of Zilyana’s twin suns; like she was once again standing on that endless sea of sand. The constant hunt — the perpetual triangle of war of Noxa’s home world. The faction of humans that fought against the Arcosian’s forces; the arcosians which fought to against the human resistance; both constantly struggled against Noxa, and Noxa constantly struggled against both. Dozens of images flashed in Noxa’s mind. From birth until a few months ago it was all Noxa knew. She ripped entire settlements asunder to satisfy the then endless hunger — her only way to survive the intolerable biome.
The images in her mind were stained red. An iron smell of blood seemed to fill her senses. She could feel the thick, viscous warmth glazing her talons; running down her throat; staining her exposed flesh.
A light film of sweat formed over Noxa’s skin; her heart began to beat just a little faster.
She could now hear the shrieks and screams of those whose forms she ravaged. Noxa’s ears ringed as though she had just re-experienced the deafening din of military ordnance raining down on her. T̺̥͈̬̼h̠̤̻̱͉͓̩e̩͙̭͓͔ ̠̦͔̫͓̩s͇o̲̫̙̹̰̣̯u̩̳̪͚̦̠̩n͖̜͙d̪̻̮̖̝̀ ͏̰͖͚͉j͏̼̫ư̹̳̮̙̗̝̭mb̻̪̦̻͚́ḻ͉̖̰͈e̫͔͞ḏ̷ ͏͈̳͓̭̺͎a̩͍̙̭̺͜ṇ͕͇̪̝͇d̯̞͇ ̝̬b̳̲̪͙̬͇̫͝e̵̻̹͖̳̠̩̟c̤͚a̟̺̬̗̗͠m҉͓̣͔̲͇̞̥e̻͖͈͍̱͕͕ ͅȧ͙̣ͨ̋͘ ̈̍͒̂̆̈͏̜ḏ̪͚̻ͤ̌̓e͍̹͍̺̩̘͗̓̔̋̎̚ͅa͖͙̟̜͂́̌͑̂̾f͖̳̺̯̹̈́͛̊̓͂́̓͡ë͈̭̥́ͦ͒ͩn̙̼ͪ̚͜ḭ̡͉ͧ̽n̪ͤ̎g͓̒ ̺̮̔ͫ̽͗̋ͪ͒͢c̮͖̦̖̟̠͚͆́͂̾ạ̓ͧċ̞̝̪o̎ͭͦ̾̎́͒ph̳̣̬͕̳̮̾o̳̘̯͇̊̔ͦn̫̗͎y̸͕̹̘ͫ͂͗ͅͅ ̺̳̂̿ö́ͬ̌f ͖̠͈͓̜͈̼͌̉͊͒ͣd̺̰̝͙̥̪̆ͣ̔ͅe̢̩a̡̍̂ṱ̭͡ḧ̖̬͙̀̉̓ͩ͡ ̥͒a̡̘͎̠͈͔̎̈́n̢̺̻̹̬̓ͤd̙͞ ̻͎͡d͍̹̙͖͌̂̔ͮ͂͝ͅeͤ̽̆͑̌̒́s̨̩̘̞̤̱͓̋ͪͧt̆̇̊ͭ́͋͑҉̭̫̗͉̞r̡͓̯̰̲̬̠͋̑͒̏ư̱̤͔͈͈̖̇͊͐̃͂̒ͨͅc̎t͓͈͍̹ͬ̆͗͟ͅi̮̱̞͆́ͯ͑o̴͒̆̈̈n̷̰̖̦͐ͮͧͥ.̴̲̱̅
“Were you wanted for holding up a candy store or something of that nature?”
Noxa turned around, looking back at the Majin. There was a blur from Noxa’s left arm.
Shemha would likely feel a gentle ‘boop’ against her forehead as a lollipop bounced off her head. Noxa always carried a lollipop or two hidden in her hair, just next to her debit card!
“Yeah, loser! And now you’re an accomplice!” The woman teased, running further into the chamber, cackling and giggling.
The redheaded ditz only got a few dozen strides in before Shemha managed to activate the gravity, surging the number up to a staggering 40 times Earth’s gravitational force. Noxa didn’t fall — that would imply that there was a process of going from standing to lying. No, one moment Noxa was giggled and excitedly getting in place for training; the next she was hugging the floor, feeling as though she couldn’t move a strand of her hair even if she tried.
“W-who turned the heavy on?” She demanded, groaning out a little of what she could as the air was crushed from her lungs thanks to the pressure exerted on her body.
The downwards tug wasn’t Noxa had been expecting at all. Noxa wasn’t aware they were going to be training with gravity — the idea of gravity training was something she hadn’t even heard of before! If Noxa had any suspicion as to Shemha’s character the immediate direction her thoughts would’ve turned to was: ‘trap! She was a bounty hunter after me all along!’
However, that wasn’t the case; the thought didn’t even once cross the redhead’s mind. The polite amiable aura her Majin buddy oozed had more than convinced Noxa that lying was something so out of character the even the consideration of it would’ve been ludicrous.
Instead, Noxa simply remained on the floor. She groaned, moaned, and struggled to try and get up — to no avail. The woman literally could not move a muscle. It seemed Shemha’s assumptions as to power level tied to gravity resistance was torn down by living evidence. Even as the woman’s power literally tripled thanks to a strange glow that contoured her form Noxa still seemed to not be able to move.
“Shemhaa — lower thaaat…!” Came a hardly audible groaning plea from the woman’s crumpled form.
[ Noxa's buttons were pushed; sorry about the edge! ] [ Bio Metabolize activated; power level 31,796 —> 95,388 ] [ Bio Metabolize will be deactivated on Noxa can stand up again ]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 18, 2016 16:20:16 GMT
If Shemha was able to read the girls thoughts or at least gain a partial glimpse of the images that tumbled through her head she might have partially understood. In many ways their past varied greatly, Noxa spending endless days doing what she needed to survive while the Majin’s past was more order, structured. Despite that death was something they both encountered frequently, more frequently than most perhaps. For her there was little blood involved, the absorption of a body simple and clean, leaving almost no trace behind that the individual’s body had ever existed. Beyond all their differences the two unknowingly shared one thing when it came to their past.
Violence.
Both, thanks to powers beyond their individual control had been introduced to this in varying ways. Ultimately it was what brought them to this point, two creatures that survived and adapted to the situations around them. Whether it be a struggle of life and death or the exchange between friends, they possessed the ability to adjust to their surroundings. For Noxa it seemed more a matter of instinct while Shemha’s adaptation was more calculated. Either way, it benefited them and allowed them to thrive in a Universe where many perished.
Thwack.
Something bounced off of her forehead. Quick to react she snatched the item out of the air before it fell to the floor. Candy, of course it was candy. Eyes rolling she activated the gravity and an immediate thud accentuated her miscalculation.
She heard Noxa’s hindered words and a quick glance confirmed the reason for them. Near the center of the chamber the energetic woman was plastered to the floor. Her limbs seemed to stress as a glow accented her form, yet not a finger managed to lift. Even that thick mane of hers pressed down around her head as the increased force crushed her to the floor as if weights had been piled on top of her. As unfortunate as the situation was for the pressed redhead, Shemha learned two things. Power did not directly reflect your ability to handle an increase in g force and Noxa possessed far more power than she had shown thus far.
”My mistake! Forgive me; I assumed you were conditioned for such things.” Came the honest response as her fingers danced over the keypad. In an instant the gravity dropped from forty times to ten times that of Earth. As the force decreased, Shemha jogged over towards the woman, this setting plenty easy for her body to handle.
”So sorry, you are far stronger than me so I just assumed. Are you alright?” She drew close and extended her hand to offer the girl a hand up if she still needed it, the times ten perhaps still too much for the redhead.
Once Noxa was back to her feet, regardless of how she got there, Shemha couldn’t help the small smile on her face. It wasn’t like her to laugh at the expense of another, yet the way in which the enthusiastic girl had been dropped to the floor did have its entertaining qualities. Considering she had moments before called Shemha a loser and tossed a candy at her forehead, it just might have been karma.
”I must admit, that wasn’t the most flattering position I have seen you in.” A light chuckle even came from the Majin in response to her own comment. ”So I suppose gravity training is something you have no experience with then? It is a great way to enhance any session, forces the body to work all the harder.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2016 21:08:05 GMT
There was a loud gasp as the gravity’s overwhelming pressure was alleviated four times over. Noxa’s lungs, now that they were no longer crushed, worked mostly fine. Noxa’s body seemed to be in ‘damage control’ mode, forcing her to breathe in and out herself. It was an annoyance, but it was hardly the thing that Noxa was mostly concerned with at the moment. Just yonder she could hear the Majin’s apologies. They were expected — Shemha’s personality had already given Noxa a good amount of things to expect from her; proper and affable behavior being atop of that list. Despite her expectations the apology meant a lot to Noxa. It was only recently she even came to learn how to say ‘sorry’ herself, but in that short span of time the word came to carry heavy meaning for her. Well, at least when it was said towards Noxa. Noxa herself seemed to throw it around at every minute mistake.
The sound of approaching footsteps was enough for Noxa to focus on the now. When she looked up she saw a hand being extended to her. Noxa took it. Her grip was rather hard, but that was due to the fact Noxa was heavily dependant on it to stand. Her muscles had just been shocked with a sudden 40 time increase to gravity; they felt like jelly. It took a while for Noxa to get to her feet, and even when she did her knees wobbled and trembled. Her free hand pressed hard against her own thigh for support.
Shemha may have noticed that Noxa’s knees weren’t the only thighs trembling; so, too, was her bottom lip. Noxa’s face was flushed red just as before, though there was a strange listen to her onyx / xanthic eyes. Another strange thing — there was a glistening, pearlescent ivory fluid leaking from Noxa’s nose, going past her lips and dripping down her chin. It smelled metallic, coppery. Noxa had fallen face first; it was only natural that her nose had taken a good deal of the impact.
Noxa swallowed hard, trying to push away the growing bitter sensation that crawled at the back of her throat. Eventually the woman stood straight. A thick cluster of fibers coming from her mane to clean up some of the white blood that had already ceased flowing.
“Y-yeah… Flattering.” The woman repeated, feeling a strange sensation she had yet to process. Her eyes wanted to water and leak, despite the fact that it didn’t feel as though any dirt or dust had gotten into them — even then, her ocular structures were very resistant to that kind of debris. And what was it with the sinking feeling or ache at her core? Or the strange bitterness in her throat? Did she eat or absorb something bad? Food poisoning was also another thing Noxa was supposed to extremely resilient to…
“I’ll take your word for it.” Her voice came out a little quivery. Noxa cleared her throat, pushing away whatever sensation was bothering her. She didn’t like it; so she willed it away as best she could. Noxa, let go of the Majin’s hand and took a step backwards. The woman’s arms extended upwards, reaching past her head. Noxa grunted and groaned, feeling a few pressured locations in her body pop.
“This really is a little hard to deal with… I can see why this would help condition your body.” Another few moments of adjusting and Noxa felt as though she could at least begin to start celebrating her form to this gravity level.
The wobbly woman began to walk away. She took three steps, turned around, and took another three steps back. A soft chuckle escaped her lips — a few things came to mind. Noxa definitely saw the looming benefit of training under this kind of pressure. Endurance, speed, strength… Using this universal method of inhibition would, without a doubt, strengthen an individual in a spectrum that was just as broad.
The other thing that Noxa came to realize was that her little tumble had been… A little unexpected. Imagining it from another’s perspective made it quite a bit easier to conform to; in fact, it almost made it comical. Another chuckle escaped her lips, though this one evolved into a bit of a suppressed laugh.
“I’m a bit of a clutz, I guess.”
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Post by Shemha on Sept 19, 2016 19:48:00 GMT
With Noxa’s hand clasped in hers, Shemha helped to haul the woman to her feet. While both females appeared on the delicate side, their bodies not bulky or overly muscular, the pair shared a strong grip. Like Shemha had learned with power level and gravity, ones size did not reflect how much strength they possessed. Although she learned from the experience, she did feel bad that the girl had been driven into the floor. Her own body adapted well over her previous training sessions and she was with the mindset Noxa would be just fine. At times, the Majin forgot how durable and resilient her body was compared to most.
Her guilt increased as she watched her companion hunch over, hand pressed to her shapely thigh in order to support herself. It was clear the pressure and resulting effort the girl made in order to try and stand took its toll on her body. Not to mention the toll it had taken on Noxa’s nose. Shemha spotted the strangely colored liquid and the way it leaked from her nose she had to draw the conclusion it was blood. The redhead didn’t seem to be human or saiyan, so it wasn’t alarming that her blood wasn’t the traditional red of the two races.
”I am sorry, Noxa. Being used to such forces I really didn’t think twice about it.” Shemha stated with a small shift in her tone. She felt bad, especially seeing the way the girl’s lip quivered. It almost looked as if she was holding back tears. The sight was a strange one, a grown woman looking like she was about to burst into tears. Despite her honestly awful she felt, there was something to be noted about the unexpected reaction. On the outside Noxa was most definitely full grown, her body as mature as any, yet her excitable nature was sometimes borderline childish. With this just another question Shemha wanted to ask, she locked it away with the rest. In time she would get answers.
Thankfully, no tears came forth and the small bit of blood was wiped away by her partner’s thick mane, Shemha relaxed. As Noxa got ahold of herself she focused more on the gravity. Gradually she adjusted to it as her muscles compensated for the addition force exerted on them. Even her sense of humor recovered, the klutz comment bringing a smile back to Shemha’s face.
”Perhaps, but even if you are at least you are a powerful and pretty klutz, right?”Shemha responded, aiming a small wink at the other girl. Although both statements were true, the red skinned female was also running a small test. She wanted to see how Noxa responded to rather forward flattery.
The question left hanging, Shemha turned in order to distance herself a little more from her opponent to be. Noxa appeared to be fine and she figured it was time to get down to the second half of their business, training. Several strides took her a fair distance from the girl before she turned around to face her once more. Slowly she shifted sideways, her slender body even more narrow when looking at her side profile. With practiced steadiness, her left arm lifted before her as her right tucked behind the small of her back.
”Shall we begin? I am excited to see what you are capable of.” Her tone alone would leave no question to the authenticity of the statement. Based on the power surge she had just felt from the redhead, Noxa was far more powerful than Shemha originally realized. Now, strength did not always come as a result of experience, yet she believed that the girl had plenty to offer. In her mind, one didn’t possess such strength and not know how to use it in at least a few interesting ways.
As she held her stance, her dark eyes remained locked on her friend. Shemha was ready to engage.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 14:20:47 GMT
“I-it’s okay, really.” The woman noted, reaching up as to rub her nose a little. It felt sore, but Noxa knew it would go away soon enough; her body had a relatively easy time when it came to fixing up minor injuries — the reason the little burst veins had already stopped yielding blood.
With that done the Majin’s sparring partner had to seemingly remind herself why they were here — to fight, no just resist the tug of artificial gravity. Noxa began to test her joints in anticipation for the main event; she rotated her shoulders; rose her thighs and flexed her legs; arched her back and popped her spine. Moments after the woman returned to her normal perfect posture. Gravity seemed to be slowly becoming something her mind and body were automatically calibrating for in her stead.
The xanthic amber gaze returned to the Majin just in time to see smile lull itself back unto her lips. That naturally also returned the Bionic Woman to her simpering state — her little self-conscious smile making its rebound. Everything seemed to be going just fine until…
”Perhaps, but even if you are at least you are a powerful and pretty klutz, right?” Powerful — that was subjective enough. Noxa had recently learned that a small minority of beings on this planet were of a class that vastly eclipsed her own… Though objectively speaking Shema was right; Noxa was considerably more powerful that most of the population. Still, it was a nice thing to hear. However, it was what followed that truly threw the woman off.
“P-pretty?” Stammered the redhead whose cheeks began to turn a faint rose color. Noxa was self-aware enough to understand that there had been a handful of times that she had been tossed that kind of compliment, but every other time it had been thrown her way it was… Unwarranted. A passing comment as the woman strolled down a street; a casual approach as Noxa drunk in a bar; a simple sideways remark made about her to someone else. This was the first time that such a comment was made in a polite way — by someone Noxa… Respected. It was the first time it was welcome.
“I—” Noxa began to respond before the wink came. Her body seemed to turn a little rigid — her posture forcing itself into a more rigorous shape for whatever reason. Noxa’s hair seemed to also behave in a strange fashion. It was just a vague shift, but there was a hint of it attempting to move into a position as to obstruct the view of Noxa’s blushing cheek. It didn’t really get far enough as to successfully do that, only a few stray fibers seemed to make it that far, sticking to her cheeks. It was akin to a girl’s hands pressing onto her cheeks from embarrassment. However, Noxa’s arms instead wrapped around her midsection. She took a step back, staggering her form as to not fully face Shemha.
The intensity of the flustered woman’s internal agitation was… Annoying! For whatever reason, Noxa’s belly seemed to flutter as though insects were churning within. Again, Noxa was highly resistant to food poisoning, but… Maybe she had eaten something she shouldn’t have — it was the only explanation she had for it! With the right side of Noxa’s body being mostly the only thing visible to Shemha her hair seemed to fall into place, attempting to hide more of her cheek from the Majin’s view. Noxa avoided eye contact for a prolonged time.
“...Th-thanks you.” Noxa mumbled out finally, forcing the words out just because she came to realize just how long it had been since she had said anything.
Once again, it seemed Noxa had forgotten the true purpose of her visit. Shemha, however, was kind enough to remind the airhead as to what it was. A formal combat invitation was extended to Noxa. It was then that the xanthic gaze returned to the Majin. Noxa now realized that Shemha had been preparing herself during the prolonged silence — she was already in position for a bout.
It seemed Shemha had one of those things too — one of the little forms that people usually took when they were going to fight. ‘Stances’, Noxa thought they were called. The closest thing Noxa had to one was… Noxa quickly dismissed the idea. In reality, she didn’t have any finesse of formal martial training, so her ‘form’ was often feral and undisciplined.
This, however, seemed to be a formal sparring session. It left Noxa confused as to what she should do — something had to be done; she didn’t want to disappoint Shemha. There was a brief moment of thought as Noxa attempted to recall what was her most comfortable fighting position. She thought back to all the times she truly needed to survive — the times she absolutely had to give her all.
Slowly, Noxa’s knees began to bend, though her upper body seemed to keep its perfect posture. Noxa stopped at a crouching position, her exposed hindquarters pressing down against the heels of her feet. Finally, her upper body fell forward, arms extended outward as to give her plenty of support. Noxa, on all fours, slowly turned to fully face Shemha. Most of her crimson hair fell over her face like scarlet curtains from behind which Noxa’s piercing yellow gaze could be seen. From the back of her mane tendrils and meshes of hair could be seen rising into the air, writhing and whipping themselves back and forth. Her mane, too, seemed to jostle about in an attempt to adjust to the increased gravity.
Noxa's lips parted, a warm breath pushed against the strands of her hair, giving them a soft shimmer. Her breath visibly steamed against the air, despite the comfortable temperature within the chamber.
There was a brief pause in the movement of Noxa’s hair. In that interval Noxa forced her power level down; it was brought to match her sparring partner’s own level. At an even playing field, this would be more interesting. Noxa, in her feral, unorganized form, then lurched forward. Her right hand rose, stomping itself a few inches ahead of where it previously was. It was a slight shift in her form, but it sent two thick vines of red hurling towards Shemha’s thighs, attempting to whip at the red gummy flesh.
[ [UT] Ki Setting used; Noxa's power level set to 15,427 ] [Noxa whips her hair back and forth! Attempts to whip Shemha's thighs!]
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Post by Shemha on Sept 21, 2016 17:03:24 GMT
Not much of a scientist, Shemha did still agree with the concept of experimentation. Never did she partake in the traditional sense, but the more she explored the more she found she wanted to observe. So, when certain situations arose to test another in a somewhat controlled environment, the Majin usually did so. One might be amazed what information could be gleaned from simple statements or questions, very much like what she learned of Noxa from the rather standard compliment…well depending on your perspective.
The stammer alone indicated that the redhead was not used to such comments. Flattery was a common tool of men or women in various social situations to try and draw in a prospective interest. Subtle glances and well placed words could get you far if you knew what you were doing. Shemha had seen this on multiple occasions and although such passes proved ineffective against the Majin herself, she saw the power behind them. Her true goal was not to manipulate Noxa here and now, but further understand how she could manipulate others in the future.
If the halted speech was not enough to make it clear the statement threw Noxa off balance, the red cheeks were. Despite the less than commendable efforts of her freely moving hair, the shift in complexion was not missed. Her companion was an interesting one, seemingly so confident in herself yet a compliment caused her to blush like a school girl. Perhaps that said something about how the woman viewed Shemha? Whether there was truth to that or not, Shemha held a small smile as she took her stance, serious for their actually engagement, but finding that small bit of amusement in her partners reaction.
Like with her run-in with the floor, Noxa showed resiliency as she recovered from the shock of the statement, her slightly broken thank you receiving a nod from the woman across from her. From there the woman appeared to remember their objective in this room.
Unlike Shemha, the pose Noxa took was only a stance if you considered the way in which a predator stalked its prey to be one. Hunched down, center of gravity lowered, the woman looked almost feral as she settled. That thick mane draped over part of her face she indeed looked the part of a wild animal, heated breath visible in the moderately warm room. Shemha noted all of this, locking the stance away in her mind for further analysis when she had less to focus on. In addition, she also made note of her opponent’s ability to lower her signature at will, the red head gracious enough to bring it down to a level even with her own.
When Noxa’s raised hand slapped to the ground, Shemha burst into motion. Aware the thick red locks of her friend could move on their own, she didn’t fully expect them to lash out with such range. Thankfully, her initial movement was one that brought her straight forward and slightly into the air anyway. However, from Noxa’s point of view it would appear as if the Majin hadn’t moved. Only when those whip like tendrils of hair slashed through her thighs and the image of Shemha in her stance faded would it be clear she was no longer there.
In fact she was far closer. From the moment Noxa had taken her raised paw forward the Majin had thrown herself forward and into the air, utilizing her zanzoken and bukujutsu to take her up and towards the girl. As the image she left in her wake dissolved, Shemha was already in the air above and just in front of her companion. A tight flip was meant to increase the momentum of her incoming strike as her booted right heel came crashing down for the top of Noxa’s crouched head. With plenty of force behind the blow, if it wasn’t clear before, Shemha had no intention of pulling her punches.
Of course, if Noxa saw through the ruse then she might just very well find her heel crashing into the tile floor of the gravity chamber instead of her friend’s head.
From her stationary stance, Shemha uses Zanzoken combined with Bukujutsu to try and get above Noxa and deliver a heel drop to spike that pretty face into the floor!
1 KP Used – 2/3 Remaining
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 19:43:06 GMT
There was a brief hint of worry as Noxa’s hair cut clean through the Majin’s leg — it showed on her features by a widening of the feral woman’s eyes. However, the tell-tale lack of sensation from her strike made Noxa instinctively know that something was off. The image began to fade, proving to the huntress that, in fact, it had been a trick; her target was no longer where she had stricken. In retrospect the Bio Android would come to admire that technique; it was a perfect amalgam of finesse and raw power.
The event that came next, however, was simply adding spice to an already amazing dish.
The eyes, once widened with worry, grew even larger still, this time with alert. The progenitors’s superhuman senses alarmed her as to something being misplaced. Her ears twitched, catching the sound of air being sliced through by a rapid strike. Thus, Noxa found herself looking up just in time to see a heel growing in size rapidly. The redhead shut her eyes, tucking her head away.
And thus, that final spice was added; it was revealed that the technique had not simply been used to escape Noxa's attack, but also to set Shemha up for a brutal counter attack.
The blow struck directly behind her skull, smashing the delicate features directly into the gravity chamber’s floor; Noxa’s nose, once again, was given an intimate meeting with the ground. A splash of ‘white’ would sprinkle outward from ground zero. Noxa, once again, was given a bloody nose.
A powerful shock wave rocked outwards from the dual impact of boot and head alongside head and floor. A split second passed and Noxa made the most of this moment. The foot that had forcible smashed Noxa’s head down would begin to feel a creeping, latching sensation.
The following set of actions took place in a singular, fluid motion; Noxa’s upper and lower body working in a coordinated cooperation.
Noxa’s hair, like ivy creeping up a wall, attempted to whip itself around the woman’s leg and hold her in place!
While her hair attempted to tie down its target Noxa’s body continued to move in unison. Her center of gravity was shifted as more of her weight was distributed into her upper body — a feat easier now that her head was relatively lower than the rest of her form, thanks to Shemha’s attack. The Bionic Woman’s back arched sharply and swiftly, nearly making a crescent shape as though she had no spine. As her body bent backward, forming a ‘C’ shape that faced towards Shemha; a sharp, metallic, carapace-clad heel would some rushing towards the Majin’s torso.
Noxa, having contorted her body, was now sending a ki-charged stomp to the Majin's belly!
Inwardly there was very little tactic behind this move; the woman had given no forethought as to how this battle would play out. Instead, Noxa’s entire body seemed to simply act on instinct — reacting as quickly as it could to whatever stimuli was provided.
Noxa’s lack of forethought, however, didn’t change the reality of the situation. Her retaliation had been launched, for better or for worse. Shemha didn’t see to hold back for the desire to uncover Noxa’s true capabilities. Noxa, on the other hand, didn’t hold back because she knew that in the heat of the moment she would lose herself. That was why she had the forethought to preemptively put a bottleneck on her power flow.
Noxa was consciously aware that she didn’t want to hurt her friend, so she naturally put measures in place as to her less-logical, instinctual mind, couldn’t force her body to do something she would later regret.
Noxa was curbstomped into the floor! [ [UP2] Passionate Caress used! 10,181 to Shemha's belly in the form for a very strong (kick?)! ]Noxa essentially did this
But with her head stomped on by Shemha
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Post by Shemha on Sept 22, 2016 19:58:47 GMT
Perfect execution and precision was what Shemha prided herself on. Especially since her arrival to Vegeta and her allegiance to the SSE, the Majin spent hours each day perfecting her combat abilities. Originally she had learned to fight at the direction of her master, just something more she could bring to the table when he required her to. At that stage in her left the training and physical conditioning felt more like a job than anything, another task that she was assigned and completed to the fullest of her abilities. However, now that her life contained more freedom and the time to act on her own desires, she felt a growing appreciation for the art of combat. Controlled and precise with her movements, just like her words, Shemha planned to perfect the art.
Her perfection coupled with planning, produced the result that Shemha wanted. Her heel connected with the top of Noxa’s head, driving her pretty face down into the tiled floor for a second time. With her power restricted by her weights, it was likely a good thing for the red heads nose. Blood still spurted forth, but the feature was not obliterated completely. So hard was the impact, that her companion’s lower half even began to rise as the shockwave of the blow rippled down her body or at least that is what Shemha initially thought.
The reality of the situation was that Noxa operated on instinct and the moment her face met the floor, her counter attack began. If she was awarded time to appreciate the girl’s resilience, she would have. Unfortunately, Shemha was more concerned with the tendrils of hair that wrapped themselves around her calf. She was not used to fighting against someone with such an appendage and made note not to overlook it again.
As the red locks tightened the Majin realized that arch of Noxa’s flexible body was not an aftereffect of the heel drop, but an intentional curve of her spine. Up came one of the girls heel like foot, a feature Shemha had not fully taken notice of before. With ample force the foot connected with the flesh of her stomach, pointed heel digging in for a moment before the momentum transferred completely. A small grunt was the only noise the female made before being shot backwards, leg ripped free of its temporary prison.
Her body travelled in a red blur halfway across the chamber, the hard shot to the gut strong enough to draw her attention as to what went wrong. With hair like what Noxa possessed, Shemha now knew she would be wise to treat it as several more arms. That thought in mind, she gathered herself and reactivated her bukujutsu to come to an abrupt shop. Even as she did, red form floating in the air, the indent in her stomach held for another moment before her elastic like body snapped back into place. She definitely felt that one, but her body handled strikes far better than most humanoids.
”You’re flexible.” The words a compliment as Shemha floated to her right, booted feet about six inches off the floor. ”May I ask, that armor on your body…what exactly is it? The other day you were able to retract it within yourself…I have not witnessed that before.” True to her word Shemha mixed conversation into the combat, figuring she best do it now before they were to intensely engaged and words were a waist of air. As she posed the question she continued to list to the right, slowly circling her companion, but making no move towards her.
For now she planned to hold back just slightly, allow Noxa to address the question and then re-engage. Then again, her reaction was completely up to her. If the redhead chose to come right after then Shemha would adapt to the situation as she always did. This interaction promised to be the most interesting one the Majin experienced since her arrival on Earth.
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