Post by Tomaya on Dec 3, 2016 19:12:07 GMT
Pain shot across her entire body as the giant namekian squeezed her whole body while he gloated over his victory. She couldn't help but cry out - she probably would have dodged instead of attacked had she known getting squeezed hurt so badly! She also decided that now was probably not a good time to tell him that, had the tables been turned and she was in Oozaru form, he and Makki would both likely already be dead since she could not yet control herself as one. As he was already in a position to kill her, there was no reason to give him more incentive. Eventually, though, with Daika's appearance on the scene, he seemed to get bored with the idea of killing her and instead focused his attention on the albino. His funeral, she thought to herself, briefly followed by both glee and surprise as he tossed her aside.
She tumbled and spun through the air a great distance before she was finally able to right herself and stop her momentum, the saiyan gripping her shoulder for a moment. Her eyes darted around, trying to figure out where she'd been tossed - and that's when she spotted Makki floating just a small distance from her. Behind him, the great namek and the much smaller figure of her 'savior' could be seen, but they were quite a ways away. Damn, she got tossed quite far - as strong as he was, she was glad he didn't strike her more than the one time. Her eyes shifted to focus on Makki once more - he seemed have entered some kind of combat stance. That was odd, he seemed to have been the more peaceful of the two. Perhaps he expected her to take out the aggravation of defeat upon him? If that was his concern, he needn't have worried.
There was also no rush for her to get back and help Daika with that great namekian - if he was going to bother rescuing her, he could deal with the great slug himself. Her arms folded in front of her, the saiyan wincing ever so slightly as both her shoulders ached and burned from having been squeezed. "Indeed, and your name is Makki if I recall correctly," she replied to him. She the nodded her head toward the two warriors getting ready to fight. "And I had been told you namekians can do magic. Clearly, that seems to be true. Perhaps you could direct me to one who could teach me some of your namekian magics? Being able to become a giant at will could be useful to someone who's not an incompetent buffoon."
She tumbled and spun through the air a great distance before she was finally able to right herself and stop her momentum, the saiyan gripping her shoulder for a moment. Her eyes darted around, trying to figure out where she'd been tossed - and that's when she spotted Makki floating just a small distance from her. Behind him, the great namek and the much smaller figure of her 'savior' could be seen, but they were quite a ways away. Damn, she got tossed quite far - as strong as he was, she was glad he didn't strike her more than the one time. Her eyes shifted to focus on Makki once more - he seemed have entered some kind of combat stance. That was odd, he seemed to have been the more peaceful of the two. Perhaps he expected her to take out the aggravation of defeat upon him? If that was his concern, he needn't have worried.
There was also no rush for her to get back and help Daika with that great namekian - if he was going to bother rescuing her, he could deal with the great slug himself. Her arms folded in front of her, the saiyan wincing ever so slightly as both her shoulders ached and burned from having been squeezed. "Indeed, and your name is Makki if I recall correctly," she replied to him. She the nodded her head toward the two warriors getting ready to fight. "And I had been told you namekians can do magic. Clearly, that seems to be true. Perhaps you could direct me to one who could teach me some of your namekian magics? Being able to become a giant at will could be useful to someone who's not an incompetent buffoon."