SoS 1 Arc Episode 3: Acquaintances(Shemha/Closed)(Grav x50)

In the past Carva and herself tested one another and although close, the Saiyan wound up on top. Relatively inexperienced and new to training with anyone other than her former master at that point, Shemha was not as capable as she was now. Over the past months she spent countless hours enhancing her abilities and perfecting her timing to make her an even more valuable asset to the Empire. With her arsenal vastly improved and her combat strategies near perfected, the male warrior would find himself against an all new Majin.

Through her zanzoken she was able to get the drop on him, the diversion of her after image enough to cover her true intentions. Up against the side of his head went her boot, the hard blow cracking Carva’s head to the side before it dropped him to a knee. With the strike she drew first blood, but even before she launched the attack, Shemha knew it was far from enough to finish the warrior that stood her equal.

Quick to react, she danced away from the Ki blast he threw in retaliation. Head tilted to the side she let it sail right past as her feet began to take her backwards, intent on creating distance once more. The proud male had no intentions of letting her back off though. She felt his leg take hers out from under her before she even realized he made the attempt. Feet off the floor and falling towards her back, she was fully aware of what Carva’s was doing as he shifted his stance to drive his powerful fist down into her abdomen.

Normal creatures let out a forced exhale when struck in the stomach or chest, lunges compressed by the blow and air forced passed their lips. Shemha was anything but normal. His fist struck true or at least it would appear to as his knuckles brushed the bare red skin of her abdomen. However, just as they began to touch Carva could feel the skin melt away as if his proximity repelled it. In reality the shifting of Shemha’s body was her own doing, the Majin willing her belly to shift and reshape in the way her magical nature allowed. Instead of finding a strong abdominal wall like you would when striking most warriors in the gut, Carva found little more than air as his partner’s core took a shape akin to a donut.

Avoiding the strike was only half of her goal, for a good defense was useless without the proper offense. As his fist drove through the recently created hole in her stomach, she allowed it to pass through until he was forearm deep. Then, as quickly as it reshaped to avoid the blow, it cinched tight around his arm. Carva would find his arm gripped not by any of Shemha’s appendages, but by her body itself. This sort of trick was something she hadn’t revealed to him until now.

Grin plastered on her face as long as the little trick of hers worked, that amusement failed to prevent her from trying to capitalize on the maneuver. Both hands free while one of his was restrained, she began to try and rain in blows aimed at his head and chest, wondering how if at all he might block the dual fisted assault with just one free arm of his own. All the while she reactivated her bukujutsu in an attempt to bring them both into the air.

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Shemha tries to use her shapeshifting ability to catch Carva off guard! Then a flurry of fists follows as she tries to take the fight to the air. 0 KP used.
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