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Post by Levlidian on Nov 9, 2016 10:43:17 GMT
Med weights 50% Buff: reduced Pl to 23,000 This is a thread I'm using to decide which motive Lev'll be following, Good or Evil, Monster or Saviour, figured it'd be fun to let his interactions with others develop it. PL: 47,000, MW intitated 23,500 words: #### |
High above the wastes, a favourite location for the Saiyan Warrior stood the man of which we speak here, his form slouched and demeanour pulsing with restraint. Even the snow gathering to the right of the figure, about his mane and boots, against his gloves and flesh, still he didn't move as the contemplation pursued his darker issues. Forgiveness was something he'd never thought he'd require and yet any who could associate with it; were all dead. This was the life of a lone man watching his cherished die to the requirements of his species. Leaving Planet Vegeta was supposed to make it all easier, it was supposed to bring him freedom and how it did; Levlidian just wasn't sure it was what he wanted after all. being free of his family only brought loneliness and a void where his social goals once rested.
The air around Levlidian coiled like a serpent, his form shadowed by the clouds as he stood upon said tallest peak. Swept to the side of him, a thick, dark mane capturing the view of his null eyes that watched the unveiling of the cliff face beneath. It was cold and he shivered despite himself, that blaze he'd arrived with couldn't feel further away as he contemplated his time on Earth. The memories were painful, despite the hindrance of his emotions, the down turn of his lips suggested negativity.A flash of the graves he'd left in his wake sent a pulsation through the young Saiyan and he tried his darnedest to cooperate the neutrality of it into a fluctuation, something lucid he could sift through the void of his mind and into the inferno locked beneath a solid wall.
"Humans," he scoffed loudly, "How the hell do you deal with this level of emotion here on such a disrespectful planet," the self appointed rage swelled and his wrongness generated the deep hum of his raging fires. "I've allowed my rage to be quelled one too many times," he saw the notions of his pride, the fights he'd been in and how he'd come so far in such a short time by striding through the pain; that was until he met his brother in a final confrontation. "I was the perfect Warrior, cold and calculating uninhibited by emotions," the ki began to generate about him, a raging inferno drawn beneath his control to create a steady vent of sheer power.
The boulders at his feet sank, cracked and finally, the despair gave way to his rage and he channelled it all into the meditative state he'd been shown, sparks of gold dashed the trim of his ki as the molecules vibrated to bestow the physical manifestation. There it was, deep down but unreachable and he unleashes an almighty roar to the sky turning the tide of the air currents and shattered part of the edifice he resided upon. Pulsing the power outwardly, he continued; "Are you making me weak you damn Planet!? You're supposed to bring out the best in me not take everything off me!"
Breathing heavily, the beast drew his arms upwards to gaze at the weighted gloves he wore, a sneer developed and with a sigh he allowed them to fall. "I sound like an Earthling," he muttered and straightened his posture to better reflect his Warrior status. Gone was the lonely slouch and gone was that self hatred as he buried it deep inside to further fuel his efforts. Instead he waited, the sheer amount he'd pumped out ought to attract some one and it was they he'd vent his frustrations on be it with words or fists.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body," |
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 9, 2016 11:58:21 GMT
[Thread PL: 14398 | Light Weights on, weighted PL: 10798 ]
Hinawa held her hands together in front of her chest, one flat palm facing up, while the other held above it faced down. With closed eyes, she controlled her breathing perfectly despite the cold air. The kimono around her form only barely held the cold at bay, while the heavy sleeves and boots made sure to keep her energy lowered to enhance what she was doing. As the void flared up within Hinawa and she managed to give up her thoughts to be in perfect control of them, she opened her eyes, an unnatural light glowing in them, as a small, but brilliant blue flame began to dance between her hands.
That's when she noticed a nearby great source of power, but ignored it at first. Lately it was becoming an unfortunate problem again, with everyone being more powerful than her again, but she could deal with that. Oddly enough, the power felt a bit similar to Levlidian... but there was no way it was her rival and friend there, that power level was way too high.
Or so she thought, until a violent rising of his power level eradicated any doubt. Hinawa's inner void vanished together with her flame, as her eyes widened and she turned around towards the power... It was still a good distance away, but... When had Levlidian managed to not only overtake her in power, but obtain virtually double of it?!... And who or what was he so angry at, anyway? Well, only one way to find either out. Raising her own power level to her maximum, Hinawa shot off into the sky like a pale blue bullet, dashing through the air as fast as she could. The blonde hair of the young woman whipped around in the harsh northern winds, and it cut into her deep red, slightly glowing eyes, but she still kept going as fast as possible. Lev was probably not in trouble - she couldn't feel any other powers nearby - but still, she had a somewhat bad feeling about this...
Arriving with a burst of wind from her speed alone, Hinawa only barely managed to slow down enough to not just crash right into Levlidian, instead floating in mid-air only a few meters from him. It had been a while since she flew that fast... A few beads of sweat rolled down her brow. "Hey Lev, you called? Or were you just annoyed at some bee?"
With a smirk, Hinawa called out to her friend, clearly referring to his suddenly raised power signature from out of nowhere. Crossing her arms, the fox-girl wondered just why her friend seemed so... upset. "To be serious for once - anything wrong?"
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 9, 2016 12:19:52 GMT
This is a thread I'm using to decide which motive Lev'll be following, Good or Evil, Monster or Saviour, figured it'd be fun to let his interactions with others develop it. PL: 47,000, MW intitated 23,500 words: #### |
Shock swallowed him at first, the higher pitched tone he'd heard behind him hadn't been one he'd intended to meet here, turning to settle his dull eyes upon Hinawa, the inferno seemed to lace itself back into the control of its owner without losing any of it's sharp edge. The loosened hands drew taught and gritting his teeth against the conflicting reactions. He was both glad and terrified to see her and it angered him more so as it lay bare just how much things had changed within the youthful Saiyan. "I didn't quite call so much as scream, though you're quite the large Bee. Might need a bigger swatter," he muttered and just like that his worries were buried once again, a cruel grin blooming about his lips and thus he'd fold his arms about the width of his chest forging a weft of flesh and Black Gi.
As per usual his persona switched out for the usual Saiyan intellectual, not only did he stand as he had before when last they met, he even trailed his eyes about her and nodded with a protruding lower lip. "I like the look, very religious, if a little less skin than I'd like," the playful quip saw no reaction in his eyes. Lev' however didn't notice, assuming he was doing a perfect job of covering the turmoil. On one hand he'd developed a hatred for the SSE, for Planet Earth, for his position here and on the other he'd been shown so many great things and it was splitting him in two. The want to develop and fight as a Guardian and the wanton destruction his Saiyan side wanted to wreak just to vent the welling sadness.
"I..," he paused, watching his friend hover and showing a modecom of concern to which drew that void of his to the center of him, his secrets were his secrets surely. There was no need to elaborate, not at all so why did he feel compelled to? "I'm in trouble," he admitted and the smile shrank, the vortex that was his current state of mind swam to the surface so fell his bravado to which he'd stitched so carefully together. "I've been at the root of some terrible things, I don't know how to deal with it and I can feel that tell tale sign of a Rogue Saiyan, those bastards at SSE-," he stopped before he blurted it all out and ground his jaw. The storm swayed and died; the gathered snow upon his right fell and Levlidian fell quiet.
"I'm angry in all the wrong ways, I've never been put in this position before and I can feel myself wanting to vent myself on everything I'm developing a love for; my primitive Saiyan side is saying I need to kill to vent the guilt but my logic dictates otherwise. I'm torn," and with that his power fizzled to a meagre 1,000. Not only had he lost the connection with the void but the fire that built in his gut when ever he'd grown angry; performance problems, the irony.
"Pain is weakness leaving the body," |
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Post by Taro on Nov 9, 2016 17:38:10 GMT
[Thread: PL 3000]
Taro spent her first few days on Earth wandering the magnificent vistas of the frozen north. She gazed in awe at the many valleys and rivers and features she didn't have a name for. And the sky! A clear blue as bright as the tail of a comet. The mountains glistened with frost. The air was light, refreshing, and a bit could. She thought that planets were only dull things--battlefields about to be wrought with craters and destruction. She never knew that a planet could be capable of such still beauty.
Taro looked about as out-of-place as she felt. She had yet to shed her saiyan armor for something less conspicuous. She was well aware of the tense relations between Earth and the Saiyan Empire, so she had kept away from the cities and towns--at least until she could find some Earthling clothing to blend in. While she meant no harm unless ordered to, she doubted others would see it that way. Taro frowned. For a moment her awe at the strange beauty of this alien world was dashed by worry.
Then she saw lone figure standing upon a high peak. In a display of power, the mysterious stranger roared a lonely string of angry curses. Taro smiled. Such an outcry could only come from a saiyan. Maybe he (for it was a he, Taro could see upon further inspection), was stuck on Earth like her! A new spring of hope welled within Taro. Maybe they could work together, or maybe he could show her some of the north, and where to get a less-conspicuous outfit.
Taro had a moment of doubt when a new stranger zipped by. This one, very different from the lone Saiyan training on the rock, was some sort of alien. This cast many sudden doubts in Taro's mind, but it was too late! Taro's curiosity had already got the better of her. She already could clearly see both of them, hovering only thirty-or-so meters away.
"Um, Hi." Taro called, not wanting to sound theatening, but not weak either, "I-um" come on, Taro, think of something! Something not totally lame! "I-uh-think I'm a little lost."
Dangit! Taro winced. That was completely lame!
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 10, 2016 23:22:42 GMT
"You want to see more skin, try to run into me at a beach instead of the coldest place on this entire planet." commenting with a short grin at first, she then listened, her expression softening. Levlidian was being honest and revealing his weaknesses to her - as far as she knew, he never did this for anyone else. They were friends, after all - slowly becoming really good friends, even. He was the only one to know the full extent of her own caring nature, after all. So hearing him be this troubled over his own mind causing him trouble, it troubled Hinawa in return - she only wanted the best for her friend, to have fun and enjoy being on Earth, even if he had a one-track mind to combat and martial arts. She herself enjoyed those as well, after all, even if she couldn't compare to the growth rate of a Saiyan like him.
Folding her arms in front of her chest, the Kitsune clad in her blue and black kimono had to go into herself for a moment and think. What could she really say to help him? She had felt like this before, too. Torn between two sides of the self, for actions and happenings of the past combined with an uncertain, dangerous present time. Still, maybe hearing about her own experiences would help the Saiyan find his own path - a path to become calmer, in control... And possibly like other Saiyans that had completely renounced their conquering ways. He had said that he wished to return to a way of honor and pride instead of conquest before, and she wanted to do everything in her power to make him reach that goal - no matter what Emer said, she wouldn't give up on her friend.
"I know how this sounds, but I understand how you feel." Beginning her explanation, Hinawa raised her right hand to lay upon Levlidian's shoulder with a smile. "Look, to the SSE, you might be a rogue Saiyan, and your instincts might tell you to destroy... But you're like me, you can control-"
That's when the words of someone else interrupted the two, and Hinawa quickly drew her hand back, whirling around to give the new arrival a death glare, especially with that traditional Saiyan armor she was wearing. Red eyes flared up as her enhanced animal-like senses picked up the power signature of this person - she was about as strong as Levlidian had been during their original spar, and in his current state of emotional turmoil, he could very well be too unstable to focus his Ki to be any stronger. And no matter their words, this person was a Saiyan... showing up right after Lev had been talking about having problems with the SSE. This was a bit too convenient for the liking of the fox-girl.
"Lost? In the coldest area on the planet? How about you just move right towards where it gets warmer, or should I draw a map for you?" Crossing her arms again as she floated towards the female Saiyan slightly, Hinawa was practically staring daggers at the stranger, though she dared to spare the moment to give Levlidian a concerned sideways glance and whisper. "Be who you WANT to be, not what your blood tells you to be. If you need to vent, vent on those who'd endanger what you love - but don't kill unless you have to. That's how I did it. If any Saiyan can do the same, its you. You're not the same as all the others. If you want to atone for something... Do so by being better than you were before." On that last part - being better than before - a painful expression went across Hinawa's face, which she didn't care if the stranger saw it too. Simply put, living only for revenge had made her a murderous monster for a while... And she could never be sure that those she killed truly deserved death, because who really did deserve it?
Parts of her words might seep through to the stranger as well, but she couldn't stand seeing her rival and friend suffer because of his past.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 11, 2016 1:41:41 GMT
It was oddly painful to hear his friend empathising with him, even regarding the two of them as similar beings and it granted a small skip within his chest. Someone understood, she could see clearly how much he was hurting and there was no mocking to follow but it pained him to admit that he'd fallen so very far. Though she was right, he'd said something similar with certainty before and now this doubt was ruining it. "Honour and Pride," he muttered, a flash of his dying brother stealing the focus for just a moment. That whisper about their mother being proud and he began to tie it all together.
There was no will greater than a dying storm, its choice to fall and lay dormant was nothing short of mercy from the very powers that governed the universe and here it was. Granted reprieve in a dire time of shallow, selfish thoughts, the young Saiyan could feel his pride returning at the mere note that he had a friend to rely on. odd, seeing as not a few weeks or months earlier; he'd not even considered the fact of gaining such a boon.
Levlidian listened as his head remained bowed garnering the snow with a stare that pierced the veil into nothing, it was agonising to fight as hard as he was not to erupt like a volcano but the offering of solace was true logic. The beasts hands balled, subtle crack forged loudly and upon straightening up; he was faced with a new apparition. They were quite clearly Saiyan boasting armour that was painfully familiar and it courted a snarl from him. However, he swallowed this inner resentment and slowly lifted from the powdered snow to drift aside Hinawa. Placing a heavily weighted hand to her shoulder, his gloves betraying their training use, Lev' smiled genuinely and nodded.
"Thank you," he whispered, "I'll explain in greater detail, I'm trusting you to know my secrets," and in almost the same instant he shadowed the pain in bravado, a false grin bloomed about his complexion and with a swift fold of his arms he'd regard the new arrival with his usual high energy. "My good friend here has a point, what made you want to venture so far out here? Looking for a fight or are you using it as an excuse to find conversation?" the armour drew the attention now but before he asked of it her wince came, a raised brow followed but he'd look to Hinawa quizzically. The soul before them hardly felt threatening to him and with his attention upon them once again he answered; "I'm Levlidian, this is my friend and regular pain in my arse,"
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Post by Taro on Nov 11, 2016 7:12:46 GMT
Taro floated gently backwards at the fox-girls approach. Taro nervously cracked a goofy smile and nervously grasped the back of her head. A few beads of sweat formed on her brow. Although the kitsune gave a glare colder than the ice-tundra of the north, Taro kept the good-natured smile and a warm, confident (if a bit nervous), posture. Her thoughts raced in a blur at the intentions of this stranger, and what sort of relationship they could have with the lone saiyan she saw, so much so that Taro didn't notice anything Hinawa whispered.
"Um, I really haven't really been here before." Taro said with a nervous giggle as she started to explain herself to the duo. She was well aware of how delicate the situation could be, but she also wanted to know more about these two people, and, maybe, see how strong they were. But, Taro didn't take the time to carefully consider her options, instead, she went with her gut, "Earth, I mean. I don't think a map would help, I don't think I'd be able to find anything on it." She continued, nearly blabbing, "I thought I'd come by to get a look now that--" Suddenly, her thoughts caught up to her motormouth. This planet had recently suffered a catastrophic invasion attempt at the hands of the empire she served. The thought sobered her. She nervously ran a hand down the length of her hair. Her smile faded, "--that it's not, um, under attack, I guess." And also when I don't have orders to conquer this place. She thought. Peace in the Saiyan Solar Empire was a rare time, and she intended to take full advantage of it.
At the other saiyan's approach, Taro let her hands fall to her hips, then leaned over to the side to peer at Levlidian. At his greeting, her smile returned, "Hi Levlidian! I'm Taro!" She said, very casually, "Nice to meet cha!"
After offering a greeting, Taro's eyes widened a bit, and she inspected both of her new acquaintances.
The saiyian looked every bit the experienced fighter. Taro marveled at the many scars that criss-crossed his body. The telltale sign of many battles before, and the promise of a good fight. Taro smiled briefly, differently this time. Not the good-natured smile of a potential friend, but the expectant smirk of a saiyian anticipating a good fight. This smile didn't show a grin in friendship, but fangs which betrayed the deep, immovable, saiyan bloodlust. This smile only lasted for the briefest moment before her expression returned to a friendly grin, but it was unmistakably there.
The kimono-wearing fox-girl puzzled her. She didn't know if Earthlings could attain a high power-level, and she didn't have her scouter to check. To top it off, her clothing was strange, and obviously not meant for fighting. Still, if the girl could fly, she must have some sort of power, especially with the few training weights Taro could spot. Taro's curiosity clawed at the back of her mind. Now she had to know. Not only how strong Hinawa was, but how well she'd fair against her.
"Say! You two look pretty strong! Mr. Levlidian and, um, what's your name?" Taro inquired eagerly before adding, "And, now that you mention it, I'd love a quick match, just one!"
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 11, 2016 23:07:09 GMT
Levlidian's hand had not always been that heavy - apparently he had taken on the tradition of wearing heavy clothes for training purposes, too. And his were even heavier than hers, from the feeling of it. She gave him a quick glance as he whispered and nodded faintly, acknowledging his words. The company of some stranger wasn't exactly something either of them wanted when trying to discuss their emotions and secrets, obviously - but with Lev being more upbeat again towards the stranger, Hinawa's ice-cold stare thawed away somewhat and she even cracked half of a smirk as Levlidian introduced her.
"Name's Hinawa Hyoukai, and I'm the one making sure Levlidian's ego doesn't get too big for his head." Poking the Saiyan next to her in the side lightly, she once again looked the strange Saiyan over that was before them... OF COURSE they wanted a fight. If there was one thing you could count on, it was the incredible drive to combat that every Saiyan had, though this one at least seemed capable of understanding that her kind wasn't trusted on Earth - and why.
"You want a match? Yeah... That can be arranged. You want to take her up on it first, or want me to give her a go, Lev?" Shooting the Saiyan warrior next to her a look, she wondered if he was in any real state to fight, no matter how he played off his problems - but he was still a proud warrior, so she wasn't about to take a possible bout from him if he wanted to claim it. Though if he could use his real power, then she doubted that the stranger stood much of a chance - the power gap was less extreme between herself and the challenger, but it was still not to be underestimated.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 11, 2016 23:46:58 GMT
With a snort he closed his eyes and tilted his chin up, "You're doing a poor job of it," he commented with a mocking tone, it was turmoil inside the Saiyan, even he had to admit it and with that; was it wise he endorsed a fight with such a youngling? No, but he couldn't just simply turn it down, not with a Saiyan, he'd learnt that ego and eccentricity was indeed the best way. If this one was indeed a Solar Empire Warrior he couldn't be trusted to stay calm. Still it was refreshing to see a lighter heart attached to a soul garbed as she was, honest, outspoken, it gave the Saiyan brute hope they weren't all as shoehorned as many of the Saiyans following that false hierarchy.
The pride swelled but his eyes trailed to Hinawa, she'd not changed much, the same Fox he'd known back in that cave and still she considered his Saiyan desires before her own; an odd little quirk but one he enjoyed the best part of the time. "If I fight, I'll be making use of my full power-," even as he spoke, he turned his head to peer at the younger Saiyan. Their energy was small, he remembered that the first time he'd fought Hinawa he wasn't much higher and regarding his much later bout with Arlic, it struck him as unwise to entice anything more out of himself than a smug shrug. "I think I'll let you have a round, not because this one isn't a challenge but mostly because I'm curious; never seen two women knock each others heads into the snow before,"
With that he drew backwards to give them space; "Who knows, if you're both not too tired I may take both of you on at once. Unless we're keeping this fair and going one at a time," heavy black boots met with the mountain top and he proceeded to fold his arms before the breadth of his chest forging a weft of flesh; it was an odd feeling to have the body strain to fight and the mind flee from it. perhaps watching the adrenaline fuelled show would conceive one of his own.
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Post by Taro on Nov 12, 2016 1:15:16 GMT
"Alright!" Taro exclaimed. She enthusiastically clapped her hands together to punctuate the remark, "I wouldn't have it any other way!"
To be honest, she didn't care which fought her first, so long as it was a good fight. The two were obviously friends of some sort, and Taro thought they made a strange sort of couple. The rough saiyan and the gentle, reserved Earthling. Taro didn't quite get it, but she also wasn't the one to cut down others with words.
She dashed back excitedly to some solid ground--a low, icy saddle stretching between two peaks. She brushed aside some cold, white powder from underneath her feet as she took the fighting stance. She'd never seen anything like it before, but it was cold to the touch, crunched beneath her feet, and strangely soft. For some reason, it reminded her of the black ash that floated down to collect and pile on the ground after a great fire. Whatever it was, Taro made a mental note to find out where this cold white powder came from later.
Taro assumed her fighting stance. She placed her left foot forward, bent her knees slightly, and leaned a touch forward. Her left palm faced outwards just above her forehead. He other hand was kept free. Her right arm was bent at the elbow, and rested at waist-level. In this position, Taro took a few deep breaths of the chilly air, starting to focus.
"Are you ready Hinawa Hyoukai?" Taro called. Her voice echoed off the peaks of the highlands. She waited eagerly for her opponent, ans was curious to see how the girl fought in such strange clothing.
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 13, 2016 21:11:39 GMT
Hinawa landed gracefully on the snowy ground, barely even disturbing the surface of the white substance that spread out across everything here. She appreciated the chance to actually get to showcase her full fighting ability once more, even if it was against some stranger - AND it made sure that Lev with his possibly unstable Ki didn't have to fight. Sure, he probably could still win easily, but uncontrolled Ki was a recipe for disaster - mental images of herself surrounded by red, bursting and nearly completely uncontrolled Ki flashed before her inner eye, showcasing exactly what had happened the last time her own Ki had gone without control. She was lucky to be able to even walk, let alone fight, again. "Almost, Taro. Hey Lev, guess you're getting your wish! And don't you dare let this one get dirty!" Turning to her friend who was standing in the distance to observe them, Hinawa slipped out of her Kimono, bundled it together and tossed it over to her friend - revealing a stomach free, short top, sleeves attached to her arms instead of the shirt, and knee-high heavy boots together with shorts as her battle attire. Turning back to the Saiyan she was about to fight while rotating her shoulders a bit, Hinawa could feel the incredibly cold, biting wind start to attack her exposed skin, as she made her pale blue, controlled Ki flare up like a flame around herself to protect her body from it. Within her center, she created the void - the meditative technique she had learned from memories of her own mother. With it, as long as she could keep focus on it despite the stress of combat, she was in complete control of her Ki. Now it was time to fight. Hinawa crouched down, her left leg moved forward - she held both of her hands as if her nails were deadly claws, with her entire stance being only inches above the ground, as if she was a predator about to strike. Her tail swishing through the air excitedly, she cocked her right arm back slightly to hold it next to her face, with the left one extended forward. "You're the one challenging me, so come on! Hit me with your best shot!"--- Levlidian Taro
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 13, 2016 21:54:40 GMT
Extending a hand to the soaring garble of fine garments he'd deliberately miss whilst wearing a tell-tale cruel grin and capturing it at the last moment with his other hand, tossing the item about his shoulder and refolding his arms soon after. The pair had prepared to under go their combat, even as the winds swept Levlidian's mane corrupting his view from one eye and yet he'd seldom move to change it. deep within him raged a battle between two halves, the notoriety of his Saiyan self and his Honour wrought havoc upon his soul and yet; he found distraction in watching the scene developing before him.
"Not bad Hinawa, if only you were a Saiyan," he called with a broader grin extending about his lips, for the first time he'd passed compliment to which he whole heartily meant and he elapsed time via a slow blink of his eyes. The other female seemed prepared, Hinawa up took a different stance to before. This was interesting, a more so reflective composition towards her predatory influences. Taro courted a traditional stance, the familiarity drew a chuckle from the beast. How long had it been since he'd seen the Saiyan battle stance from the outside?
"Don't go killing each other before I get my turn," he added. Settling a boot back, the snow crunching beneath it, Levlidian steadied himself as a rippling adrenaline shot coursed through him. It was getting easier to control his influx and he'd had an idea. When he gained a chance, perhaps it was time to set down roots. living in the wilds was good but nothing defeated the feel of a real home. Maybe a house needs to be built up here, a solace where he can train and relax in peace. "Hmmm," he mumbled.
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Post by Taro on Nov 13, 2016 23:08:41 GMT
Taro waited patiently for the Kitsune to get ready. When Hinwana conceded the first move, Taro was surprised. Normally, Taro preferred to go second, just to see what her opponent was capable of. Moreover, Taro hadn't seen such an unorthodox fighting pose anywhere before. She didn't know what to expect out of her foe. Still, Taro knew what she was capable of, and that was enough. With a surge of confidence, Taro readied herself to make the opening.
"Alright! You asked for it!" Taro said confidently to her opponent. She smiled with anticipation of the coming battle, and at Hinawa's brief visible aura of ki. Taro couldn't manage an aura of such intensity, even at max power. This Kitsune would surely be a worthy opponent. Something deep within Taro's soul yearned to get lost in the thrill and flow of combat. Excited, Taro dashed forward. A flurry of snow kicked up with each footfall, and she unleashed a flurry of blows upon the Kitsune. Taro struck rapid-fire, in a reckless rush, striking with each limb in an attempt to overwhelm Hiwana's guard under the sheer number of strikes delivered.
Still, each of Taro's blows was somewhat playful, testing, trying to see gauge Hiwana's power. But, without a scouter, or the ability to sense Ki, Taro had no other way to determine the strength of her opponent but to fight them. Quite simply, the young saiyan didn't know what she was in for.
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Post by Hinawa on Nov 14, 2016 1:17:35 GMT
"I'd rather be a fox than a monkey, thank you!" yelling a final quip over at Levlidian right before the fighting began, Hinawa's pupils dilated slightly - she let the full animal instincts out that were deep within her, and made them flow through her body and mind. She could once more do what she had once done against the bio-android Zefonse... But without nearly losing her mind this time. And so, she actually jumped right into Taro's close range as she went in for the assault - she could see it coming. Her stance and moves were a lot like Levlidian's - they had their own spin, of course, but the combat style itself she recognized. The wild, precise and brutal assault... Yet hers seemed more lighthearted, trying to goad Hinawa out. She smirked, for she would not disappoint...
Thanks to being so close to the ground, Hinawa made herself as tiny of a target as she possibly could, using her light frame and fast hands to fight back against the assault. However, with only using her arms, she couldn't go into a counter-attack if her enemy used all of her limbs to strike... And so, she suddenly jumped into a backflip, kicking up a bunch of snow to hopefully blind Taro, before stopping mid-air and rushing right at the female Saiyan at her full speed, attempting to tackle the woman into the ground with an impressive amount of force. Hinawa had to admit, Taro had skill and instinct - two very important marks of a warrior... But had she the determination to fight against someone stronger than herself? The kitsune was curious to find out.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 14, 2016 1:34:57 GMT
The fight didn't disappoint, the pair of them clashed as he'd envisioned he had once upon a time, their exchange barely evading his watchful, predatory eyes and he felt that calm of focus wash over the madness wreaking destruction on the inside. The inner blaze died out and with a furrowed brow coupled with a frown; he absorbed the quip and found himself partially insulted. Then again it had been a jest. taro's moves were well refined but lacked experience, he noted how they seemed playful, testing, unlike his own that always followed a measure of brutality even when testing the opponent. Through the lips of his maw clenched his rugged jaw, the hunger was there as always, the desire to dive headlong in and confront combatants, it was never ending like a dog placed before a bone; he craved it.
Still, this was their fight and he'd oblige by adhering to the promise he'd made and that was when Shinso flashed through his mind, that cold stare, the overwhelming control even in the face of a Saiyan. He wanted that again, to stare something embodying death and mayhem, to feel that swollen measure of grief at his incoming demise only to survive by the skin of his teeth. Still they fought, the agility was impressive but his rival moved differently from before. She was more precised, agile, moving as a calm and tenacious canine and his lips curled.
Taro swept close, the exchange was brief thus far but it was growing clearer to him that the woman wasn't trying, not yet but her form was impressive. A flash drew himn back to the moment he dove beyond the Fox Fire and it occurred to him, the conflict inside wasn't over his morals, it was over something else. Morals were deep rooted in logic, a design forged to live by and dictate social constructs; but this, this was primal. The blood of his family pulsated within his veins and a spark of gold fluctuated from his forearm. The key was here somewhere, deep in his loss, deep in his emotional distress and slowly he fed it to the flames as he did with every other challenge to his mental state. The cold couldn't touch our Saiyan, the envy bled from him, the lust congealing across his skin and confining him and his Wrath rose like a winged malevolence. Swallowing it all he spat it deep into the fires of his void, stability was coming moment after moment and he peered to the Kimono one hand folded about; when did he begin clutching it like that, drawn down and swallowed by a meaty fist as his Saiyan rage clawed at his very flesh begging to be free.
Since when did he stop considering himself a Saiyan?
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