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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 17:47:42 GMT
Starting PL: 5700 ----------
The woman strolled down the dirt trail, admiring the huge bamboo forest that spread to either side for miles. It had been a bit of a walk from the city to make it to this point, but the training would definitely be worth it. The woman grinned happily, stretching as she started planning what her workout would involve. The captain and crew had been reluctant to see her leave to train and offered to hire Tulip at a moment's notice. After getting the month's worth of food she'd earned, the young woman had immediately started the pilgrimage. Noticing a small path that headed into the darkness, the adventurous feelings within Tulip welled up even more. Turning into the path, she headed into the darkness whistling happily.
“Wow. This is...AWESOME!” Tulip squealed, scanning the large clearing she had discovered. It appeared someone had cut down the bamboo growing in the area to make a training ground, based off how empty and worn down the earth was. Tossing her bag of supplies on the ground near the base of a thick bunch of bamboo, the woman began pulling off her baggy travel clothes to reveal her thinner tank-top and shorts that were her training attire. Folding the jacket and pants before laying them to one side, the woman strolled out to the center of the clearing and slid her feet into an open stance. Clenching both of her hands into fists, the woman took a deep breath. Releasing the breath slowly, Tulip brought her fists up in front of her. She could sense her energy within and focused on drawing it onto her hands. She could feel a warmth building in her skin, but a sudden burning numbness shot through her skin and caused her to lose her grip on the energy. The woman looked at her hands, wincing as a slight pain started to throb through them. She had mastered the art of infusing her muscles with energy, but had never tried to draw that energy outside. The demon's attacks had easily pierced her skin and severely injured her. Had it not been for that Senzu bean, Tulip probably wouldn't be able to train her now. Her concentration broken by the thought of the demon, the woman decided to use the negative thoughts to her advantage. Sitting on the ground, the woman relaxed her hands and set them into her lap. Closing her eyes, she began meditating silently, attempting to recall the battle she had experienced upon landing on Planet Earth. Her guard was still partially up, but she soon became engrossed in mental training, her surroundings forgotten.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 18:09:33 GMT
The flight through the air had grown dull, speed wasn't as interesting as it had once been and the consistent measure of green flourishing about him as he travelled wasn't helping matters in the least. It had been a few weeks now since his mix up with those in the Northern Capitol and his ego had flourished once again. They'd defeated the powerful Demon even if he did serve as a punching bag through most of it; either way he became a far more powerful Warrior through it all.
Locating a placement to set his heavy boots down, levlidian drew to a sudden stop courting the air around him like a serpent and slowly he descended into the midst of the bamboo. Oddly, the area was relatively enjoyable to remain in, there was something spiritually ironic about him being here.
It was a pleasant day, the sun shone brightly in the wake of the clear sky and Levlidian was enjoying a walk, a cruel grin emerged as he knew a fair few folks who'd drop down dead if they knew he was enjoying something calm for a change but that was soon to change. A click emitted within his mind and pausing mid step caused the young Saiyan to veer his eyes down to a bag resting on the other side of the bamboo. Unfurling the arms that straddled his chest into a weft of flesh and black cloth, he tugged himself through the thick brush and kneeled before it. "Hm," tilting his head, the chocolate red mane decorating his crown slanting with the adjustment soon saw him looking up and a new soul. They felt, odd, like a blend between types of Ki and his brow sank as Hinawa's voice echoed in his mind about manners.
"Hey! is this yours!" and he adversed to wander towards the woman, pocketing both hands within the confines of his black Gi, his tanned flesh reflecting a life mostly spent out doors and a heavily scarred, stocky but short physique; he paused at a foot or four away from Tulip. "You a martial artist or something?" he threw another penetrating question at her and wore a crueller grin as ever before.
[PL: 58,000 , suppressed to 10,000, MW Weights active 50% bonus reduced to 5,000]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 18:33:45 GMT
Tulip attempted to fight back, as the beams slowly chipped away at her mobility. She finally collapsed on her knees, as the demon walked forward. She was struggling to breathe, as the red being set his index finger on her forehead. "Without that bean, you wouldn't be able to touch me, child." She felt the heat of the beam charging and screamed as it shot through her head.
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Tulip's eyes snapped open, as all of the energy raging through her body shot into her fists reflexively. She threw her fists forward in fear, creating a gust of wind that shook the bamboo branches surrounding the clearing loudly. Her breath came out in gasps as she struggled to maintain her composure. It had only been luck that had saved her life against that demon. Trying to slow her breathing to normal, the woman stared at the ground where her sweat speckled the dirt. Without that Senzu bean, the woman would be resting in the stomach of that monster now. Falling backwards onto the dirt, she savored the feeling of cool dirt on her fevered skin. That's when she felt the presence behind her. Tulip's gaze darted to a figure standing next to her belongings, and felt her blood chill. His hair wasn't the same color as that scout's had been, but this man had the same feeling that man possessed. He had to be a Saiyan! Resisting the urge to lunge forward, the woman slowly pushed herself up onto her feet and stared across at the man who towered over her. She noticed he had over a hundred pounds of muscle over the scout that had destroyed her on Woatera. Licking her lips slowly, she clenched her fists by her sides before speaking. Okay, Tulip, attempt to be friendly! He might not be evil!
"Why the hell are you on Earth, monkey?"
Thanks, hormones. Biting the inside of her lip, Tulip waited in silence to gauge the Saiyan's reaction.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 18:47:33 GMT
The outburst wasn't expected, everyone he'd met up to this point had been pretty relaxed but this woman actually seemed afraid, looking down at himself then back at her again it suddenly dawned on him what she was talking about. His species, wait, how on Earth did she know he was a Saiyan? A second glance up to his hair soon answered that question and he exhaled loudly for his own stupidity. Tulip seemed capable, well built, good stance impressive focus and eyes that could have killed him if their sharpness were able to lunge out at him. Slowly he removed his hands from his pockets and extended his palms out as though trying to ease her by showing he meant no harm, slowly he took a step back, the creak of his boots betraying the extra leather used to hold heavier weights in place that were equally given away by the heavy boot prints he left in their wake.
"Y'got some balls to speak to someone you just met with such severity," he chided, the grin switching into a deep set frown, "I live here as one of it's protectors, I'm not sure- well, actually I have a fair idea of what sort of Saiyan's you're used to but I'm only a like them in nature not opinion," lowering his hands and standing up straight, the joints of elbows cracking from the release in pressure; "So lets just take a moment and relax, if I wanted to hurt you I'd have done it while you were busy. I'm just wondering what you're doing out here and whether you're a fighter,"
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 19:09:10 GMT
The man had a good point. If he was a monster like the Saiyans who had invaded her home, he would have simply struck her while she was distracted. Making a quick mental note to hold meditating off until a secure location could be located, the woman surveyed him one more time. From his spiky hair to huge build, she could tell his entire body emanated with the vibe of ‘warrior’. His huge muscles were a sign that he was strong, amazingly so, and her desire began growing. She also noted the stressed earth under his feet and realized he was wearing weights. That’s an amazingly simple idea to increase strength...I’ll need to get some! Resisting the urge to lick her lips for the wrong reasons, Tulip shook her head dismissively and turned away. Crossing her arms, she looked into the bamboo clearing and answered the man’s questions with one of her own.
“You’re one of this planet’s protectors? How can I trust you, since you openly admit you share the same savage nature of the Saiyan race!?” Trying to still her beating heart, Tulip realized her voice was too excited. Too full of anticipation for what could come next. Taking a deep breath, Tulip tried to calm her hammering heart and dispel her desire. Finally relaxing enough to speak slowly and distinctly, the woman let her gaze travel upwards to the blue sky yet again. “I came to Earth seeking strength, in order to better myself and become a capable warrior. Is that the answer you were looking for?”
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 19:22:41 GMT
This one sure carried a chip on her shoulder, it reminded him so very much fo the first time he'd come to Earth only he barraged around like a crazed Oozaru attacking and fighting everything with a pulse. The way she spoke reminded him of that aspect of Saiyanhood, to fight, to get stronger and to stretch your power as far as it would go. Tulip carried more than a chip, however, she almost bled that Saiyan pride he knew so well and the question poised in response to his was a fair one.
"You 'came' to Earth? Are you not an Earthling then?" his suspicion rose but not for the same reason as the soul he conversed with. If she was a Saiyan, which he wasn't convinced by as her energy output was partly off for that concept, then she must be an outcast as he is. On the run from the SSE perhaps? "Just because I lust after combat and anything that'll press me in the right direction of my ascension -does not- mean I'll kill for it. I believe in Pride, the honour it brings and having pride in being able to defeat my opponent. Why would I kill them? What measure of worth does a dead man carry that a defeated live one can not? Admittedly I can get boisterous but I'd never kill a potential challenger," he paused and sighed, "Neither would I kill innocents or for no reason. Hang on, why am I explaining all of this to you? if you were so afraid I'd hurt you why haven't you run...or better yet, clouted me around the jaw and taken advantage of this position. My guard is down," he extended both his arms to the sides, "So I'm trusting you, it would be a perfect time to claim a victory,"
The way he spoke and began to grin, it was obvious he was playfully goading her even writhing his finger sin his general direction; "It was the answer I was looking for, but if you want to better yourself, you need to take on Warriors and here I am. So what do you say, little lady, care to test your mettle?" Lowering his stance, taking on the horse poise, drawing a fist into his hip and offering a hand as though it bore talons; he seemed to mimic a Wolfs head with said hand. "I want you to impress me, then maybe I'll answer any other questions you have. Fair deal?"
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 19:43:50 GMT
As the last words left his mouth, Tulip felt her mouth moving against her will. She was grinning devilishly, giddy beyond words that this fighter would even consider fighting her. Why hadn’t she attacked him when his guard was open? Because you gain nothing from a one-shot victory; there’s more learned in a barrage of fierce strikes that bruises the flesh, hammers the will, and forges the soul! The impact of fighting, hammering away at one another until only one, weary victor remains standing, could never be replaced by cheap thrills or simple pleasures. The intense pleasure of extending an aiding hand or accepting the firm grip of the victor, to rise once more for another, intense round of fierce melee. The burning sting of satisfaction when your body could no longer hold itself up and finally collapsed, the slight shame in knowing that you were completely spent, used up by the opponent you had fought against. The burning passion when...no, this isn’t the time to get weird! Calming her sudden, heavy breathing from anticipation with a firm swallow, the woman composed herself, doing her best to prepare herself mentally to face the man, her first real opponent on this mysterious planet, in a normal way. Her emerald eyes gleamed in the dim light, still burning with anticipation and excitement. “I’ll take you up on the offer, then, Warrior. I’ll answer your questions once I’m satisfied in the training I’ve received.” Slowly turning to face the man, she slid her feet apart into a firm stance, one foot further forward and the other slightly back, before bringing both her arms into her sides. Thrusting one hand forward, she angled the hand slightly while leaving the other by her side. Making a fist with the one by her side, she motioned towards the man with her open hand. A beckoning motion, one filled with eager anticipation for what came next. “Let’s start off this fierce melee with a bang, shall we?”
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 20:01:26 GMT
The bamboo swayed in the caress of the serpentine like wind correlating the belief that something was about to occur. She'd accepted the challenge, and with that silence seemed to fall about the scene for a moment whilst Levlidian up took a moment to contemplate the moment before him, to drink in the tension. In his opinion and from past experience, this was the best part about combat, the build up. adrenaline pumped through his veins as though it overlapped his biological need for blood. All he could hear for a moment as the excitement threatened to over whelm him, was the steady thump of his own heartbeat, the sway of the grass and his obsidian eyes lay locked upon Tulip, his focus entering his eyes and sweeping the amusement back and replacing it with complete concentration.
Combat, the purest way to get to know a person of which he'd not even requested their name. names could wait, this could not and here he was to express his firm belief that pain was truly weakness leaving your body.
With a sudden cry of deceleration his blood red inferno that was his Ki burst from his feet and encompassed him. The ridges lashed angrily and betrayed the wild nature his style contributed to combat thus he'd suddenly burst from his position, dirt and plumes of debris enveloped where he once stood and just like that he was within Tulips personal space. Sheer power radiated from his very flesh as the young Saiyan began to battle with a flurry of fists, left, right, left then sought to deliver a vicious knee unto the abdomen. The combination was one of his favourites and each attempt upon her was moving at a deliberately focused pace, a test to see how she dealt with a style such as his and perhaps spy any indications towards tactics.
(attacks are all attempts)
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 20:30:56 GMT
As the man summoned his blood red energy, Tulip was shocked to realize she could now visualize the energy within. Her shock was short-lived as the man vanished, dirt and earth exploding from the area he’d just vacated. She saw his incoming left hook and blocked it, wincing at the weight and strength it contained. She didn’t have time to revel in the strength behind the strike, as his fist retracted and the right followed. She barely caught the blow with her shoulder and forearm, feet sliding from the impact. The second left hook caught her with no guard up, snapping her head to one side. Her vision blurred as she tasted blood, Tulip’s legs almost buckling. She didn’t fall forward due to his next move, a knee to the stomach, slamming directly into its intended target. A gasp came from her mouth, as the air was driven from her lungs. The energy she’d been gathering in her hands was dispelled as she stumbled back, attempting to not blackout. Shaking her head only made the pain worse, as the woman forced herself to bring her hands back up and smile. She closed her eyes and a grey aura began forming around her hands. Reopening her emerald eyes, she brought both of her fists up and spit blood to one side. “That was a good volley. Definitely felt it. This time I’m ready to retaliate.” Opening both hands and turning her palms forward, she waited for the warrior to charge in again.
------------- Charging Ki Strike, with the intent to bolster PL and use technique to counter strength. KP 2/3
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 21:07:40 GMT
As the first strike connected, Levlidian could feel his flesh and bone fold and adapt to the pressure of his own, the landing of the first strike sent shivers of adrenaline pumping through the young Saiyan as his form coursed through the assault. As the second strike landed in kind he couldn't help but feel both exhilarated and disappointed in the same breath, oxygen flowed through his nose as his breathing matched the expulsions of power. It was an oddly intoxicating feeling, to watch the opponent suffer beneath your own bludgeoning attacks and Levlidian followed her on whilst she staggered away.
Blood smeared the dirt as Tulip spat it clear and an impressed grin bloomed across the lips of the male Saiyan to match hers, Levlidian was impressed; this one could surely take a beating but it was too early to vocally compliment her at this point. Had he paused, had the eager creature taken note he'd have recognised her preparation, the red flames snaking inwardly to the pressure of his projection back into the fray. As Levlidian tore across the dirt again, his form gliding on the pressure of his own Ki to deliver a sloppy right hook. Had she said something? Perhaps but her opponent seemed to wish to speak through action and generously saved his vocalisations; besides the roar he delivered.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 21:32:02 GMT
When he roared, the woman’s eyes narrowed and the grin left her face. It would be bad to take more injuries like the ones she had just received. His energy was swirling around his body, a violent red aura that threatened to consume everything around it. It was a stark contract to her own, reserved gray aura that was barely flickering around her hands. His grin had mirrored her own, which meant he was enjoying this as much as she was. Time to give him a taste of what she was capable of. As his right hook sailed in towards her face, causing her hair to part from the force of his swing, her eyes casually flicked towards it before she reacted. Bringing her arm up, she used her own arm to completely block his powerful attack. The ground at her feet cracked and broke as the impact shot through her arm and body. Tulip’s ki absorbed the brunt of the impact, as she shouted herself. Tulip stepped forward, voice raising as she threw a single punch with her free hand towards the man’s stomach. The ground underneath her feet shattered backwards as the recoil from her strike forced itself out through her feet. Her punch was slowly, agonizingly traveling towards the warrior, who doubtless saw the powerful strike sailing towards his gut. To onlookers, the two had almost vanished upon slamming into one another, but for the girl it was as if she was trapped in time. The fist traveled closer, as she prayed it would make it to the target. Dammit...reach, dammit!
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 21:46:53 GMT
His attack had been halted almost entirely, all about them the clearing sang with the thunderous and apparently destructive force he assaulted with and the very ground beneath her shattered in the onslaught. Straining against the very essence of Tulips brute strength, Levlidian's grin persisted as he was all too aware of what was coming but how he wanted to sample exactly what this warrior could deliver. Shock laced his eyes as he recognised her technique, it was almost overtly identical to his own and then he felt those knuckles delve heavily into his abdomen. The air filled with the savagery of the boom sending the male sliding backwards and re-emerging to those about them. His body folded over the where her fist once occupied, the wind vanished from his lungs causing a splutter of agony finally dragging him almost to his knees.
"Damnit," he choked and spat a mouthful of phlegm to the ground as he righted against the intense agony that was corroding his stance, "You're impressive, but don't get cocky, stay focused, I'm not through with you," nothing but excitement reflected within his complexion and just like that he dispersed. The air hummed with the blazing aura we wore proudly as he re-emerged directly in front of Tulip and the exchange began again, fist after fist soared in her general direction travelling faster than before. Finally, he drew back his right fist and the very ki he allowed to swell around him so vividly seemed to disperse and sweep inside its master. About him a solid red line formulated replacing the raging fires and he swang a vicious strike hard for her chest seeking the center.
[Saiyan's Rage (Physical Ki melee attack) at 33% charge of suppressed PL of 5000 - 1650, KP 2/3]
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 22:23:52 GMT
She felt her attack strike true and forced her punch completely through. The resulting boom shook the clearing, as the impact rang out. That resulted in the woman sliding back as the man bent over from the damage. Then he stood up, spitting phlegm from his mouth. The fire in his eyes were only growing, as he spoke firmly enough for the woman to hear. “You’re impressive. Don’t get cocky, stay focused. I’m not done with you.” Tulip felt the excitement growing deep inside as his cold voice caused her heart to skip a beat. This was a true fight. His serious demeanor shifted as excitement filled his eyes and a grin split his face. Tulip’s face mirrored the warrior’s as he vanished. Tulip’s eyes widened in shock as the air in front of her was suddenly filled by the overwhelming pressure of the man. His aura was threatening to crush hers, which was still recovering from her strike before. His fists followed immediately afterwards, each strike weighed down further by his excitement and growing aura. She struggled to block every blow, hands numbing and arms getting bruised by each strike. She prepared to block another punch to the side, when the aura just vanished What?! Tulip’s eyes widened in shock as the Saiyan warrior focused all of his ki into a right hook aimed for her chest. The fist was moving too fast to block or deflect, and the woman immediately began focusing all of her ki into her chest to cushion the impact. The blow sunk into the area between her slight breasts, driving the breath from her lungs. The makeshift ki shield was easily smashed, as the woman fell backwards from the impact. A boom shook the clearing; if her strike before had made the bamboo shake, this one made the dust explode outwards and sent the woman into the ground. She felt her ribs crack from the impact as Tulip lay on the ground, trying to force air back into her lungs. Her entire chest spasmed, making her roll onto her side, coughing mucus and trying to breath again. Finally ending on her knees and palms, Tulip managed to regain her bearing. Her breathing was shaky, but she refused to lose now. Slowly stumbling to her feet, the woman brought her hands up and forced a grin. “G-Good blow, let’s try it again. Really f-felt that one.” Despite her beaten appearance and visible pain, the woman’s emerald eyes still held the resolve and determination to continue.
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Post by Levlidian on Nov 17, 2016 22:42:38 GMT
“G-Good blow, let’s try it again. Really f-felt that one.”
The following eruption of sheer power whipped aspects of the bamboo aside uprooting a minority and sending thick plumes of debris clear of the point of impact, Levlidian stopped, his ki dissipated from the point about his knuckles then enveloped him again but this time, the inferno raged for but a few moments until he drew in the a deep, shuddering breath thus it calmed. The deep hum of the violently vibrating molecules was all that filled the air for a moment as he watched her struggle to stand. The intruige was peaking in the young Saiyan Warrior, still he felt the after effects of her own attack and placed a hand to his side testing the figure. In the blinding excitement, he'd over looked the sheer power she'd filled his body with in the attack. Removing his gloved hand, the beast spied a smear of blood then peeled back his Gi to investigate the injury he'd sustained about his waist before hand, the bandage was stained red.
The wound was 'leaking' again, elaborating an exasperated sigh and fixated his orbs of black back upon the straining warrior who fended to stand. What was this girl made of, he'd hit her head on with his attack and at the energy signature she was giving off, it should have been enough to do more than she betrayed. There it was, the intrigue turned to out right curiosity. "I think I've thought of a question,". Lowering his stance, up taking the bestial formation he would forever follow. By the look of her, Tulip still had enough steam to keep going and Levlidian wasn't one to disappoint.
"Though I'll admit, you're a darn sight better than I gave you credit for,"
This time he sprinted across the gap between them, throwing a left then a right straight punch he'd then leap skywards, just at her head height he'd seek to deliver a solid kick leading him into a rotation that he would lean forward in and allow his hands to meet the dirt. With his legs folding in, the beast would then expand them in a form of mule kick leaving the ground to land at his heel, adverting once again to prepare for a counter attack.
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Post by Tulip Waterfield on Nov 17, 2016 23:18:48 GMT
Tulip’s vision was blurry and she could only struggle to maintain her upright position. The warrior shifted his stance, undoing the belt to his gi. Slowly undoing it, he checked his waist, revealing muscles and bandages underneath. Tulip’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the blood staining the bandages on his waist. This man had taken her strongest hit, injured, and still fought back. She struggled to shift her stance as he spoke again. “I think I’ve thought of a question.” Sprinting forward, he threw a left punch that sunk into her stomach. It knocked the breath from her lungs, as she struggled to block far too late. A straight punch from the right snapped her head to one side and sent her stumbling backwards. Her gaze darted back to the warrior, only to realize he was gone. A shadow passed overhead and her eyes shot upward in shock. His foot slammed into her temple, completely knocking her off balance and into the dirt. She struggled to make her body move, respond, or do anything, but her injuries were too great. She felt the air over her head shift as the warrior continued his assault. She struggled to catch her breath and spoke from her position on the ground. “Well, I’ll answer that question for you. You win this match, I guess, since I can’t move my body anymore.”
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