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Post by Levlidian on Oct 8, 2016 0:08:52 GMT
[PL: 3,200 for thread] Hinawa The frozen wastes swept their powdered, frozen snow about a pair of dark boots that rested before the opening of a set of caverns. A stocky, grinning Saiyan stood ready before the deep maw of darkness and he called; "I'm calling you out on that spar," his voice a deep, bestial representation of his savage heritage. The winds swept the majority of his long dark mane about his now unshaven features and his obsidian eyes sparkled with excitement. Of course, he was entirely out of his league here but now he would experience a higher plateau of combat with a powerful partner to truly test his will. About the valley below, his echo cry reigned and the wind seemed to carry the sound further than before, unphased by the temperature, at least for visuals sake, he drew three or four steps closer and called again, leaning forwards to crane his neck and peer into the cavernous underbelly he could sense her power resonating from. This had been an odd meeting, their first, converse had been vast and he'd managed to swallow his own pride and hide the malevolence that bloomed in his gut. truthfully, it was bitterness, bitterness over being forcefully exiled and framed as an overall threat to his Father. Was it not his intrigue and intellect that made him a valuable asset? This he never truly understood, with cold, hard logic and a steeled ability to conform to a battle and advise himself the best ways to act. Surely this made him the perfect Saiyan Elite? Still, in the light of a shrouded full moon he stood and felt nothing. No tug, no pull, no stretching of his form and he preferred that. His power needed to come from him and not a beast he scarcely knew. "Hinawa, I want to fight you, of course I promise to be gentle," under his breath he added, "ish" Arms bound across his chest creating a weft of cloth and flesh unfurled to reveal his 'J' embroided to the chest of his Gi and he awaited the response. |
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 9, 2016 0:30:57 GMT
[Thread PL: 13190, Light Weights ON! Weighted PL: 9892]
A groan was the first answer that Levlidian would get from the depths of the caves, as Hinawa was so rudely woken up from her nap by the voice of the Saiyan. Half asleep, the young woman rolled out from under her covers and yawned loud enough to echo right back up to him as well - rubbing her eyes, her annoyed red orbs scanned through the cave she had made into her makeshift home - deep underground, the biting cold of the northern lands didn't really reach her. Collecting her clothing with clearly no rush, Hinawa slipped back into her slightly damaged combat gear - including her still almost pristine weighted sleeves and knee-high boots. Levli was calling her out in the middle of her nap, then he could wait while she fixed her hair, too. Maybe the Saiyan would learn some manners that way.
After a good fifteen minutes, she finally began to make her way up to the exit of her cavernous home, regarding the impatient Saiyan with her skeptical red eyes, she quickly deduced that he was only barely stronger than the first time they met - but she wasn't stronger at all yet, considering she had spent literally no time training just yet. She'd have to do that soon, or this wannabe Saiyan Elite would actually surpass her, and even SHE had enough pride to not want him to do that too easily. She had no illusions about him somehow NOT doing it, of course. He was a born warrior that clearly enjoyed fighting, she was a Zoanthrope that had learned to fight for a goal she no longer followed - there was no doubt as to who had the stronger drive here.
"Shesh, no woman likes a pushy guy, Lev." Deciding to shorten the Saiyan's name into a way easier to say word, she was simply amazed at his persistence in getting her to fight. Still, she nodded towards a nearby plateau, and started floating over to it. "You'd better not be too gentle, big guy. You'd be amazed at what kind of punishment I can handle." Stretching a bit as she was landing with her usual grace, she smirked at the Saiyan. In a way, she was also looking forward to this. "You're the challenger here, so come at me.. I want to see how a Saiyan Elite fights!"
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 9, 2016 16:35:25 GMT
Levlidian's boots nestled upon the snow as he descended onto the platform she'd suggested and his excitement burst through him seeing the air distort with his Ki. The snow diverted around him as it fell, chilling winds were subjected to the same treatment in the wake of the fire burning within his obsidian like eyes. silence fell as he gazed at the woman, watching the way she moved and spoke, drinking in the entirety and devising a strategy within moments. Such was his calculative mind and such was his fight thirsty nature.
"I'm not pushy, but I'm sure I can prove something here to you; that you don't need a profound reason to be powerful," As the Saiyan spoke, flames of bright crimson licked at his forearm to which reeled back and tucked in with a fist, the other extended out to resemble a paw with talons and his stature slunk into a crouched horse stance. It was there he parted his lips and vanquished the snow at his feet with a simple roar unleashing his power entirely like that of an erupting blaze from the wick of a candle.
"perhaps you can show me you're not all beauty and that those skills of yours haven't dulled whilst you've hidden yourself away," it was difficult to see which words were a mind game and which were meant, when his rage began to bubble to the surface, as his core was breached for access to more power; anything was possible with this man.
"However, I wouldn't dream of being gentle," he added and with that his stance dove again as he wasted no time, cracking the rock minutely beneath his feet as he leapt into a soaring advance on his opponent. Rage burned in his complexion, focus reigned in his technique but his Ki was on fire; lashing angrily as he soared and boasted little control. Upon reaching her he'd save nothing, throwing a vicious right hook for her diaphragm. Regardless of a block or strike, he'd prepared a second strike and then another with his fists as he unleashed a flurry of well honed, beserking attacks at Hinawa,turning on his heel toward the end if he might and falling on his palms to deliver a curving right heel sweeping from the earth upwards at her jaw; all attempts to get an early advantage against someone who was over four times his superior.
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 10, 2016 0:55:27 GMT
Hinawa didn't know if she should be angry or pleased at being, in a roundabout way, called beautiful. Nobody had ever done that before, really - she couldn't help that a bit of color rushed to her cheeks. She'd have to give this Saiyan a right thrashing now, you didn't just say that to a woman unless you meant it! ... Of course, if he had meant it, then that was just even weirder to her, getting compliments from a self-proclaimed Saiyan Elite. Much like him going into a battle stance, Hinawa focused as well - her Ki erupted from her body, a calm, even and pleasant to the eye, as if it belonged to a priestess and not a warrior. With a confident smile, her posture changed - her right leg forward a bit so her stance was somewhat sideways towards Levlidian, her hands outstretched into flat palms. the right hand extended forward, the palm upwards, roughly level with her chest, while her left hand was held slightly lower than that at her side, as she got ready to receive the first angry rush of the Saiyan - and he definitely delivered above her expectations.
The red eyes of the kitsune widened slightly as she saw the speed at which the Saiyan moved - he definitely knew how to use the Ki he had efficiently. She wasn't even entirely sure if she was faster than him in bursts like these - and they were normally her specialty in movement. Maybe her reflexes really had dulled over time? Well, she wouldn't have time to wonder about that now, because she'd rather not get pummeled into the ground right at the start of their very first fight. The fist came flying towards her - she saw every minute detail of his movement as he did so, a truly impressive first strike. Moving slightly to the left, Hinawa brought up that side's hand, lightly shoving against the fist from the side, directing it away from making direct contact with her - but it wasn't the only strike, of course. Against the second one, she did much the same with her other hand - but with his rapid succession of punches, the kitsune found herself quickly forced to speed up her own movements to keep up with his, getting grazed by more than one strike slightly. Her Ki began to quiver slightly without her notice - her mind, which had been filled with racing thoughts on how to properly fight Levlidian, slowly emptying itself. There wasn't nearly enough time for coherent thought.
But just when Hinawa assumed she had deflected the final blow without taking any major hits, the final kick of the Saiyan struck her right on the chin, as she did not see it coming at all. Lifting off the ground from the sheer force and getting thrown back through the air, the fox-girl spun around her own axis, sharp pain going through her jaw. Catching herself mid-air, the girl landed on all fours, her nails digging into the ground like claws as she slowed down the speed at which she had been sent flying - in this sudden, way more animalistic pose, Hinawa's Ki quivered again, wavered... grew. Besides the pain in her jaw, she felt a growing heat within her gut - her pulse quickened, her breath became slightly ragged. The last time she had felt like that had been during her battle against the demonic being known as Pipa... And it felt great. With a wicked grin, Hinawa looked upon Levlidian.
"Not bad, Lev. My turn."
With a burst of speed not unlike his own, she dashed right towards the Saiyan, keeping her body so close to the ground that it was almost as if she was running towards him on all fours. Her hands were still in the open palm form, but now she brought the right forward, stabbing it towards the Saiyan at full strength like a blade - only to follow it up with a sudden sweep at his legs with her own in an attempt to hopefully throw him down on the ground, like a predator attempting to take down a larger animal.
And her light blue Ki took on a slightly darker hue.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 10, 2016 16:38:16 GMT
With the satisfying meeting of his boot with Hunawa's jaw, a maddening grin appeared upon the Saiyan, the blood like fire seemed to rage at greater ferocity whilst he'd observe he graceful manoeuvre. This is what it was to fight against some one with so much control, the reflection of their abilities was almost like a mirror and as her blade like paw raced to strike him, Levlidian's fore arm rose to guide it above his head opening up her ribs for a bludgeoning shot. However, he scarcely got to begin grinding the anles and numbers as his feet were stolen from him rendering our Saiyan prone on his back.
When did she shift into a low stance attack? The young Saiyan was baffled, thrown from the fight for a moment and stared to the stars when he realised her tactic. He was larger, physically heavier and she was a dainty creature; valuing speed and dexterity over his raw aggression and power. He was quick, seconds had passed and he had lost the edge but reeling onto his shoulders, The Saiyan used his body like a whip snaring the velocity needed to right himself. Using his shoulders he sprang back to his feet and crouched like a hulking canine.
"You're faster than I thought," he commented beneath a guttural growl but he gave little time to truly marvel at the strength of his opponent, he swept to the side and delivered a flurry of kicks, snap kicks that switched from one foot to the other until he lavished the movement by leaping, sweeping one foot around followed by a flourish of his Ki to accent his heel into a vicious roundhouse aimed for her shoulder. He was loving this challenge, it was so new, so vibrant and not even the sickly sweet white snow could chill the fire that burned aggressively within him.
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 11, 2016 2:13:10 GMT
For his size, Levlidian was one of the fastest men Hinawa had ever seen fight - let alone faced herself. The only one faster was Emer, and he was on a whole other level compared to fighters like her and Lev - so meeting someone like this exhilarated her. The calm aura around her seemed to sharpen itself into a blade, spiked up, especially as the Saiyan managed to deflect her stab - and she only evaded his follow up due to her sweeping attack working out. The man recovered even faster from that than she had imagined, though, whipping back up as if nothing happened... damn he was good. A honest, somewhat beautiful yet scary smile etched itself onto her face.
The Saiyan moved fast, unleashing a flurry of kicks at her. With her low stance, Hinawa was forced to duck, dive and dodge out of the way of them, flowing around the attacks like water, while redirecting those she couldn't dodge to the best of her ability. This ferocity made her heart race - but she was slowly learning the patterns of the elite warrior. Raising her hand rapidly, she caught the foot aiming at her shoulder in her hand, and she attempted to grip it tightly - and smash Levlidian right into the ground again, if she could manage to do it. In her free hand, Hinawa concentrated a small amount of blue Ki, which she then proceeded to fire off at Levlidian, no matter if she had managed to smash him into the ground or not.
"Same to you. Come on, let's fight more." With a high-pitched laugh, Hinawa began rising her Ki higher again, the incredibly focused and calm energy getting whipped around like an ocean during a storm.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 11, 2016 10:42:41 GMT
The ground was a lot harder than he'd remembered, having struck it and the air was driven from his chest and his eyes bulged in part from the force releasing such air in a cry of agony. She'd caught and evaded his attacks so well, it was as though they danced instead of fought and as he reeled from the blow. Levlidian's world ignited with the deep hum of her aura. Fear gripped him for a moment, his own aura flaying like a flame threatened to be extinguished and her attack struck him hard. The deep set heat burned horribly, it was a moment or two before he realised he'd been blown backwards with the intensity and now rolled several feet before drawing to a stop.
She was good, it was impressive she'd hidden such an intense style under all that neutrality and even as he fought to all fours, Levlidian didn't look back. He wasn't going to betray just how impressed he was to find someone with such a similar ferocity as his own, there was no reluctance as far as he could tell, only determination and the young Saiyan found himself admitting that she'd garnered some respect out of him for doing that. Perhaps this was the person he needed o push him beyond the stale training he'd undergone since coming here.
Palms met the snow, its frozen feel biting down on his fingers whilst he righted himself and gazed to the sky for a moment. The Aura he encompassed himself with sudden burst back to life and his eyes settled upon the speaking woman to greet her own laugh with a fixated smile. Upon his chest lay the gaping hole of his Gi, smouldering cloth and flesh lay for view upon his heavily scarred physique; the aura began to writhe wildly like an inferno at the sight of her and the gathering power Hinawa represented. Breathing heavily, his form gathering the stamina he'd spent testing the waters, he'd concluded he had a very, very small shot at beating this one but was this going to stop him enjoying this, no.
"Yes," he growled, "lets!" and with his roar he burst from the snow sending a whisk of powder in his trajectory only to indulge in a mish-mash of flurried punches, left, right, left, drawing a leg up to aim his knee swiftly for her diaphragm and seeking to rotate on his heel with the intention of jutting his hip into hers. Following the motion, two powerful hands reach to take her by the arm and intend to throw the woman about his shoulder to place her upon the ground in turn with a laugh of bestial enjoyment should he manage any of the latter at all.
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 12, 2016 21:59:32 GMT
Levlidian charged right at Hinawa, and this time, she met him head-on - rushing right at him, she finally closed her hands into fists. Her fast breathing and fast pulse eliminated any direct thought from her mind - there was only the fight. He was slower than her, by quite a bit - with a grin, she met him blow for blow at first, making sure to parry each punch with one of her own smashing against his. The snow under them was blown apart by the continuous impacts coming from them - these scars all over Levlidian's body reminded the few parts of Hinawa's mind that were still working of Emer, and that just made her attacks all that harder and more filled with force. But this time, it was up to him to surprise her - she was able to use her arms in time to block the knee from smashing into her, but it left her wide open for his follow up.
Thrown through the air, the kitsune smashed into the ground hard enough to crack it a bit. The sudden involuntary movement, combined with the sharp pain from getting smashed down, momentarily disoriented the girl, as it forced the air out of her lungs. Had they been equals in power, then Hinawa doubted that she would've lasted more than a few blows against this Saiyan - he was DAMN good, but that just made this all the more fun. Jumping to her feet with a backflip, Hinawa rotated the shoulder of the arm he had grabbed slightly - that would've dislocated the shoulder of someone weaker. Accessing the void and flames within herself, Hinawa decided that it was high time to impress Levlidian a bit - but she had to be careful not to overdo it, or she would shred the last bits of the Gi he was wearing at least. In her left hand, the kitsune materialized a ball of brilliant blue flames, licking along her skin without leaving a mark.
"You'd better dodge this one~ Foxfire Burst!"
Thrusting her left hand forward, Hinawa unleashed a small torrent of flames right towards the Saiyan - though she did make sure to actually wait the fraction of time required for him to be able to react to it and actually do as she said. She didn't want to ACTUALLY burn him with her foxfires...
[Tech used: Foxfire Burst, UP2 at lowest charge level: 6528]
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 12, 2016 22:59:37 GMT
The Kitsune tumbled heavily and Levlidian straightened up to grant her the honour of recovery, this was after all a spar and he could feel the control slipping as he sank into the endless goblet of blood lust. Exhaling loudly and expelling it whilst closing his eyes, it was her voice that drew the light back to his sight and he was met with a familiar stance. The Saiyan's eyes widened as the summoning of the brilliant ball drew the most amazing colours to the white of the snow. He looked astonished, perhaps impressed for he had never lain eyes on such an attack before in his life. The power alone dwarfed anything he could manage and he knew what had to be done.
"Impressive," a serpentine grin emerged about his lips, shifting into a horse stance, one fist drawn back and the other extended forward like talons; about him the flames of his crimson aura coiled like that of an angry insect. The deep hiss and savage hum correlating but now his energy behaved differently. It seemed to draw into him outlining the stocky figure in red as she unleashed the attack. It was fast, faster than he was and weighed down by his own Ki, Levlidian burst into the attack at first.
Swerving but almost allowing the attack to graze him, he suffered a scorched burn straight down his shoulder and part of his forearm. Ignoring the searing agony he tore up to Hinawa producing a fist in preparation and it began to hum as though he held a Ki ball; yet there was none. Once he drew face to face, she was exposed to the smug grin and battle damaged flesh from the scorching heat, intending to wait mere seconds for her to react; she had granted him courtesy, it was only humbling he did the same until throwing his fist hard at her seeking bury the Ki infused bunch hard into her abdomen.
Whether he hit or not, the lunge drew too much, it was an unfinished technique and the Saiyan would fall onto one knee due to the self sustained injuries in his arrogant dash. Yes, she had impressed him but it had pushed the man to prove to her he could take it; a Warrior would never show weakness in the face of a rival.
[Tech used: N1 Saiyan's Rage: (Ki-Infused Melee Attack) charged to 33% (1,072)
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 14, 2016 22:51:26 GMT
Levlidian really was something different from your usual warrior, alright. Instead of using the given opening to flee, he used it to avoid most of the attack so he himself could strike at her. The kitsune couldn't help but marvel a bit at his tenacity and ferocity - it reminded her of herself when she fought Pipa, but with way more self-control hidden behind that ferocity than you'd expect for an attack fueled by rage... or at least it didn't look as if his arm was tearing itself apart as he channeled his Ki. Right through his muscles... No matter how he did that, Hinawa wanted to know - and she wanted to know if she could copy that. Magic had the disadvantage of being ranged attacks for the most part, so if Levlidian had been on her level of strength... Then that punch would've been devastating.
Crossing her arms in front of herself, she decided to give Lev the same courtesy he had given to her. The Ki-filled attack hit her right on her arms, and she felt how her feet lost contact with the ground again - flying backwards a small distance, Hinawa managed to at least land on her feet, sliding back for another two meters at least. A stinging, burning pain went through her arms, as if a ball of fire had hit her instead of a fist - Levlidian would be able to see clearly that where he had hit her on the arms, Hinawa had the clear marks of burns, much like what her flames had inflicted on him, with a bit of blood trickling down from them and down her arms. It even took the young woman a moment to relax her arms and lower them, the impact had caused her muscles to tense up quite a bit.
"Same to you."
Still, she wasn't quite done enjoying herself. Surrounded by her own Ki like a blue flame now, she imitated the Saiyan a bit in how he handled it... She was in no way good enough to just copy his style outright from seeing so little of it in a single fight, but if she constantly reminded herself of this image of his Ki, then one day, maybe she could utilize her rage safely as well... And without further warning, Hinawa dashed right at the Saiyan, jumping into a flying kick aimed right at the center of his chest. A spar wasn't over until someone called for an end to it, that was a basic rule of martial arts.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 14, 2016 23:12:39 GMT
Exhaustion was clawing at the Saiyan's body, his form remained keeled over and how his flesh did sting with the battering of the cold air about them. Suddenly, his complexion flared with the hue of her energy, it looked familiar and as his obsidian orbs lock onto her, his mane whipping free of his brow before the ki enveloping her. It looked similar to how he generate his, the power felt almost utterly terrifying; excitement bloomed in the Saiyan and he rose but not before she closed the distance with her foot lodging itself hard within his sternum. Time seemed to slow, his arms rose upwards, the heels of his boots were stolen from the snow beneath and his maw peeled open with a hollow snarl whilst Levlidian snapped backwards several feet and struck the snow in a rag doll sort of roll.
Pain reigned through him, the air had been stolen and he felt his temper rising as the beast picked himself up. Steadily, breathing resumed, his chest began to rise and fall with out of place exertion in the wake of the serpentine chills coaxed out of him by the rushing winds of the North. Deep, black eyes fix on Hinawa and his aura would burst from him like an inferno. She was good, very good, now Levlidian understood his failings as a Warrior in his training and without a stance he'd rupture the stone beneath his heel as he leaped forwards.
Engaging Hinawa, the young Saiyan began with a flurry of fists as before, his speed had increased but his strength depleted with each strike before he'd dip back and whip one leg upwards as a feign, keeping the leg folded and using his hips to gesture to one kick only to leap and sweep about with the opposite leg and rotate entirely to direct a heavier but slower kick aimed for her shoulder seeking to knock the Kitsune off balance and send her sideways. regardless of success he'd be upon her once again intending to begin the flurry again seemingly alternating his design as a fighter to something more serious, there was no room for testing now; he wanted to see how she did when the beast was unleashed. Through the assault his aura burned wildly, the pain of his wounds hindering any blows coming from the limbs of his right and it was now showing that his stamina was waning.
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 17, 2016 17:01:22 GMT
Hinawa still managed a surprisingly elegant and soft landing right after kicking Levlidian away. Landing on one knee and one foot, she quickly got back up fully - it seemed that her Saiyan rival really didn't want to give up... And she couldn't blame him for it. As far as she was aware, pride was incredibly important to almost everyone on his planet, so he had his own - this fight would not be over till one of them either yielded or was knocked out, and she doubted that Lev was the kind of man to yield even if he was in actual mortal danger, let alone during a spar. Not that she normally cared about being polite - if he had been any other fighter, she would've probably just declared the fight over at this point... But he was different. This fight wasn't dangerous like some of her past battles, but it still awoke something from deep within her she had assumed to have died long ago.
Rushing at her with even greater speed, Hinawa wondered for a moment if he had been holding back this entire fight so far - maybe as a way to make her feel secure in victory only to snatch it up for himself. The kitsune didn't see one of the blows coming, and her so far pretty good streak of dodges and counter-attacks was broken... But she barely even felt the punch. So much for holding back - it appeared that Lev was running on fumes. Not that she felt right as rain either, but the fight had taken less out of her so far than him - it wasn't too much of a surprise, but it did mean this battle couldn't last for much longer. Still, if she took too many of these fast hits...
When the Saiyan dipped back for a moment, Hinawa crouched down slightly again, to be a smaller target for her opponent. Levlidian was one tricky combatant when he had to be - the feint into a more powerful kick only managed to graze the kitsune thanks to a quick swerve to the side, but that swerve caused her to lose part of her balance regardless, making defending against the sudden second flurry of blows even trickier than before! She could feel her movements beginning to become restricted, boxed in... Sweat began running down her face, and she gritted her teeth. Lev was becoming a bit too cheeky for her liking...!
With a snarl, Hinawa suddenly began to try to push back against the Saiyan, harder than she did before. Instead of aiming to block his attacks, she just let them through - stinging pain and the promise of her body that she'd have bruises all over were the immediate reward for it, but now she aimed her own closed fists for the Saiyan's body, especially beginning to concentrate his right side, which had seemed to slow down a bit compared to the left. Maybe abusing the injury of an opponent wasn't the most honorable way to win, but it certainly was an effective one, or so she hoped - as she aimed a final uppercut in her assault for the jaw of her alien rival.
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 17, 2016 17:27:58 GMT
Their shared assaults left Levlidian pumping with incredible adrenaline, Hinawa was pushing him so very far and yet she always seemed to have more. The very style his opponent fought with seemed to alter, adapt and begin reflecting his and this sent excitement burning through the system of the Saiyan. Barely feeling the chill of the increasing storm, their exchange stealing all his bodies attention. Speed was paramount here, landing blow after blow, deflecting several of hers as she was his but he too allowed some of the Kitsune's to sink into his flesh. Bruises rose, his wounds searing with the pain he barely felt above his own chemical reactions, savage eruptions of thunderous expolisons filtered through the air and finally she landed a particularly horrendous strike unto his right side.
Unable to process his own mind through the oncoming agony, Levlidian faltered and roared in pain, how was this the gap between them? It seemed to be growing by the moment as Hinawa became as savage as he. The cry of pain ended suddenly with a blow to his jaw sending him skywards. His body wouldn't move, this was his failing but how he loved the feel of being pushed to this extent. Cold snow met with his back and dirt spread about his Gi but the Saiyan simply lay still, a laugh peeled through the lips of his complexion and Levlidian burst into laughter.
The rise was slow, his body betraying just how injured he was and yet up taking his stance once more, the young male's legs held stern but his right arm shook with violence. The burn was draining him, the adrenaline was leaving him, this was it and strangely; he straightened up. Cold, dark eyes met hers and his brow lightened into the first grin of genuine enjoyment. "My Pride may be greater than any aspect of me but I concede that you are indeed an impeccable fighter," flexing his right hand he lowered it after examining the rear of his fingerless glove. Beneath the leather, his knuckles burned with usage and he cocked his head back to focus upon Hinawa.
"If I carried on, it would be an insult to you, I am too broken to pose a test to you. I do not insult Warriors by not giving my all. I throw in the towel, this time, but this will be the only time. The next time we spar, I will exceed you," setting one boot ahead of the other, the Saiyan limped closer and finally the strain was reflected in his eyes at such close quarters, holding out his hand and wearing his signature cruel grin; "Keep it up, I want you to push me harder next time,"
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Post by Hinawa on Oct 21, 2016 23:17:52 GMT
And with the final blow exchanged, she had... won? The moment that it took Levlidian to get back up, she spent in complete amazement for a moment. She felt her heart pound in her chest, pain surging with each beat from the bruises and wounds she had sustained... but she felt euphoric, free, and filled with joy. Was this feeling the reason that Saiyans kept fighting all the time? If so, then she could begin to understand them. So far, her battles had always been helpless affairs of fighting for her own life - there was no joy to be found in almost getting devoured. But this... this felt right.
And when he laughed, Hinawa couldn't help it - she joined in, with a clear, honest laugh of enjoyment. When Levlidian declared himself the loser and extended a hand towards him, Hinawa took it, with a strong, friendly grip. "Thank you, Lev. I've never felt so... alive before. Ever." Her smile was honest and true - no matter his true intentions behind getting stronger and making her his rival, right now, she was simply glad to gave this battle-hungry Saiyan as someone she could count on to always be able to offer her a challenge.
"I'd say in raw skill, you're already at least my equal. I had the advantage in Ki. So I definitely want us to repeat this in the future..." With a wink, Hinawa pulled her hand back from the handshake. "Though I'd prefer more than just one rematch, if you don't mind. And I don't plan on losing to you, either. Next time we meet, we'll push each others limits harder than ever before."
When was the last time Hinawa felt so... drawn to do something together with someone else? This feeling... this desire to grow stronger with, and against, Levlidian... It burned stronger than her old desire for revenge. Strength for the sake of competition - she had finally found a real reason to keep getting stronger. Back when Emer had given her a goal of destroying the Saiyans, that had felt similar to this - but with a more burning, seething feeling in the background that she now knew as pure hatred. Getting stronger without the need for hatred seemed rather nice...
"For now... I could use a drink. Want to come along?"
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Post by Levlidian on Oct 22, 2016 11:28:16 GMT
It was an expected reaction but the young Saiyan was not without his humility and a nod followed her explanation. Even in the wake of a ferocious battle, Kevlidian hand suspected he'd lose but when did that stop a son of planet Vegeta? The steady rise and fall of his chest lessened whilst he'd take heed of her offer.
"The aspects of combat aren't all needless violence, to create a rivarly out of respect and due desire to get stronger; that is my love of fighting. War is simply one side of the art," beginning to follow in her footsteps, Lev' shivered for the first time. Was it honstly this cold all a long?
"That drink sounds good," he clutched at the injury plaguing his right arm and growled. "I've never seen Ki used like that, was that fire natural?" Hinawa fascinated the man, she adapted so quickly as he did though lacked his drive. Truly there was much to gain and learn here; perhaps they could even be friends thought Levlidian.
"You changed your style," he voiced is observations, "At first you were tentative but by the end you seemed as aggressive as any Saiyan but your calm Ki was astounding. I have yet to gain that but it gave me some ideas on how to better my technique,"
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