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| Selade [w] Vs Fasha [l]; Planet Forum Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 2 2013, 06:57 PM (200 Views) | |
| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 2 2013, 06:57 PM Post #1 |
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Selade WC:1,117 Fasha WC: 1,153 (Saiyan Bonus) It had been a long month. Three weeks of brutal training with Lord Luther, the most vicious Saiyan general to ever serve the empire, and a week of non-stop dirty mercenary work for Lord Frost had been a taxing experience. It wasn't anything new for a Saiyan warrior, but it certainly left a girl feeling drained. That's why, after having arrived on Vegeta again a day ago, Fasha had basically done nothing but sleep. ...and catch nothing but flack for it from the other Saiyans. Walking down the corridor leading out of the barracks, decked out in standard Saiyan warrior attire sans scouter, the diminutive female did her best to ignore the chiding of her (mostly male) roomates. "...Hey! Look! Princess is up!" "...The sunshine has gone and went, babe!" "Lord Luther must've given her quite a pounding. ... Nah, I heard it was Frost." ... This last comment did, however, force her to pause on her way out of the doors... and kill the one who said it with a ki blast before walking outside. The much larger male Saiyan hit the floor with a smoking hole in his chest, his eyes rolling back almost immediately... and almost everyone in the barracks started laughing after a brief pause. Such was life on Vegeta, after a while you get so accustomed to seeing people die that it becomes hilarious. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Fasha was, and had been for a while, quite an irregularity in the empire. She was a woman with the power of an elite, and the status of a gutter dweller. Despite her power level, people here generally did not respect her for her lack of rank. It was really only because she took menial jobs and missions far less often than she engaged in personal training really. But it mattered here, those who contribute to the empire were the rewarded lot. It was because of this, she was commanded to attend a training session that had been arranged for a new recruit. She was told that this Saiyan, who was also a woman, was a 3rd class and she was to treat her with due respect. It wasn't much respect that was afforded a third class, but it was more than she got. Ordinarily, a 2nd or 1st class Saiyan would do it but there were none as strong as she on planet right now. Sitting on a bench, quietly, with her legs crossed in the metallic training chamber that had been set aside for them... Fasha waited patiently for the new recruit to arrive. WC: 428 |
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| Daji | Jan 2 2013, 08:25 PM Post #2 |
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(Saiyan Bonus) "You want me to do what?" the woman asked, one her eyebrows arching up towards her forehead. She shook her head in partial disbelief, long locks of obsidian hair swaying around her shapely form. "A training session? I figured I could handle my own training," Selade remarked with a little irritation. She stood up from her seat and stretched her arms out before looking over at the messenger. The younger male shrugged his shoulders with a stark lack of care. "You attracted someone's attention or something. All I know is that this little training fight was arranged by orders from higher up, so it's better if we follow our orders and be done with it. I hear it's that woman who arrived a few days ago, y'know, the one that's done nothing but sleep since she got here? I can't imagine she being that much of a challenge," the man said, causing Selade to shrug her own shoulders. "I suppose. Then again, I also heard she has a higher power level than some of the second class or even first class warriors on this planet. Hard to imagine someone that powerful sleeping all day, though. Maybe its more to train her than to train me but..." Selade muttered. She cut herself off, more from internal thoughts than anything else. Training against another third class warrior was not unheard of--it was actually pretty common--but mandated to do so from someone higher on the chain of command was rather rare. Regardless, it was not really her place to think too hard on it. It was a fight--a training fight, albeit--so Selade was not going to squander this opportunity to a bit of fighting. After all, Saiyans were born to fight, and Selade enjoyed it just like anyone else on this planet. Still...this whole thing seemed rather odd. After a few minutes of getting ready and putting on her Saiyan gear, she proceeded to the indicated training chamber, her steps announcing her arrival to the other woman. "So you're the one the others have been talking about," Selade said, a small smirk on her face. "Welcome back to the homeworld, sleeper," Selade teased, though it was likely far more lighthearted than Fasha was used to hearing by now. Selade removed her scouter without bothering to check the power level of her opponent. Even if Selade knew the woman's power level, it would not really make a difference. "I can imagine you're eager to stretch those limbs of yours, so if you're ready, let's do this," Selade said, lowering her stance a little in preparation for the coming fight, her blood pumping just a little faster in anticipation. Who knew...maybe this fight would be a lot more exciting than Selade originally thought. "Bring it on!" WC: 465 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 2 2013, 09:01 PM Post #3 |
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"Yeah, whatever." came the diminutive woman's first reply, as her eyes fell upon the her sparring partner for the evening... then it dawned on her that her station was slightly lower than the other warrior's and she corrected herself, "...Apologies." Standing to her full height of 5'2''... the short-haired, brown-eyed, warrioress uncrossed her arms and rolled her neck and shoulders a bit in silence. She wouldn't say it out loud, for possibly being accused of treason, but she privately assumed she'd been ordered to fight this low level for the same reason she was sent to Valhalla: it was an act of discipline. She was currently a waste as far as the empire was concerned, and so she had become the butt of every joke as a way to make her shape up. It made it even worse that this low level was technically her superior. It was almost as if King Vegeta himself had reached out to slap her in the face... Never the less she hunkered down, and took an aggressive posture, whilst staring across the way at the other woman in silence. ... There was an awkward pause, of at least several seconds, before Fasha seemed to be ready to do something. And then, with only a narrowing of her mud brown eyes, she vanished... reappearing in front of the other fighter in a fraction of a second. With one, swift, movement Fasha drew back a fist and thrust the gloved appendage toward the other fighter's face before spinning off to her left side and attempting a spinning backhand to the side of her head. WC: 268 |
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| Daji | Jan 2 2013, 10:06 PM Post #4 |
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"You always apologize to your opponents--SHIT!" Selade cursed as he opponent disappeared and then re-appeared in front of her, her face suddenly slamming to one side from her opponent's blow, only for her head to slap to the other side. Selade had to admit...she was incredibly impressed with her opponent's speed. She was fast alright, and Selade quickly made a mental remark about how Saibamen did not train her nearly in preparation for the kind of fight she was about to get into. Selade quickly went back on the offensive, doing her own spin as she tried to kick her opponent square in the gut, long black hair swaying around her. She then pushed towards her opponent before ducking her head down and sweeping one of her legs around to catch her opponent off guard, hopefully knocking her opponent to the ground. WC: 143 Selade Total WC: 608 = 465 + 143 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 2 2013, 11:34 PM Post #5 |
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Whatever insult her opponent was about to fire off before Fasha struck her, it rolled off like rain water. She didn't seem terribly 'enthused' for this fight, not yet anyway, and definitely not so much as her opponent. But... considering she'd been fighting people at least four times as strong as this girl for weeks...it would come as no surprise. This fight was going to be like a friendly game of tag in comparison in her mind. The moment Fasha's knuckles made contact with the girl's head for the second time, her body began to move again. She spun immediately leftward, dancing fluidly away from where she had been and avoiding the kick, and then leapt into the air and turned a backward flip to avoid the sweep. Rolling through the air toward the ground, she thrust her hands toward the floor and did a handspring maneuver to get back onto her feet. ...The moment her feet made contact, she hunkered down into a low stance again.... an almost feral, cat-like, pose with one hand on the ground and her tail dancing in the air. Eyeing the other woman, the low-born woman spoke as an amused smirk crept into her features. "...Wanna try again?" Though it might come off as insulting to her opponent, this was really just Fasha amusing herself for the time being. If she was going to be forced to fight this girl, she might as well make a game of it.... "...If you can manage to hit me one time, you win." WC: 256 |
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| Daji | Jan 2 2013, 11:44 PM Post #6 |
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Selade was perhaps just a little frustrated that her attacks were being avoided that easily, but then again, the rumors seemed to be right about this woman's power level. She was indeed quite fast and, judging by those last two hits Selade had received, strong too. Already, Selade could feel the sides of her head swelling up just a little from the blows, but Selade's face broke into a smile at the rival woman's challenge. Her own tail swayed a little bit with amusement before snaking around her waist. "Heh...you're on," the female Saiyan said, accepting her opponent's challenge. With that, Selade rushed forward, one hand in front of her in order to both steady her balance as well as possibly block any attack she might be hit with as she charged. Her other hand was behind her, reared back and ready for a brutal strike. Once--or if--she closed the gap, she lashed out with a vicious swing of her clenched fist at Fasha's head, hoping to knock the other woman hard. Selade then followed through with an uppercut with her other hand, hoping the follow up would catch her opponent off guard. "Not going to lie...I don't care what you've done to deserve this...but you're probably the most entertaining fight I've had in awhile," Selade said, that smile still on her face. WC: 225 Selade Total WC: 833 = 608 + 225 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 3 2013, 12:08 AM Post #7 |
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There was no verbal reply from Fasha, as the other woman came rushing at her, but the amusement in her expression visibly grew. Throughout the span of a few second sit took the girl to cross the room, she mostly just... stood there. Or rather, crouched there in that pose she'd landed in a few moments prior. The only movement she made, besides the unconscious and automatic movements of her tail, was to was to breathe and even that was subtle. The moment the punch was leveled at her, however, she jerked her head to the right and let the punch pass right over her shoulder. It nearly made contact with the plated shoulder strap of her shoulderless Saiyan armor, but didn't quite. The uppercut maneuver might have caught Fasha off-guard, had it not been off its relative slowness, but because she had ample time to register the attack... she instead deflected it with an expertly maneuvered arm. She then rolled out from under the other woman again, standing to her full height, and planting her feet firmly on the floor whilst adopting a guarded stance. "...Heh. Glad you think so, I guess. ... Come on, hit me!" WC: 201 |
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| Daji | Jan 3 2013, 12:23 AM Post #8 |
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Selade's smirk grew. As aggravating of a fight this would normally be--and really, that darn Saibaman had been cheating somehow, mark her words--this was actually fun. In all reality, the woman's power level was probably far higher than Selade's, but the fact that it had turned into something akin to an interesting game just made the female that much more interested in pushing her talents to the limit. After all, if she could just hit the woman, it would be victory enough for Selade. At least for today. At any rate, Selade turned towards her opponent, hands in front of her in a more neutral combat stance before she leaped into the air, flipping over Fasha and landing behind her. Selade immediately spun around for a kick towards Fasha's back--it was more of a distracting attack than anything else--but Selade immediately drew her kick back and hopped, her kicking foot now moving to the floor while her other leg lashed out to where Fasha might dodge to, hoping to catch her opponent off guard with this attack. Then, with another spin, Selade's tail snaked away from her body to slam against her opponent's face--not a particularly powerful attack, but if all Selade had to do was hit her...well, certainly it would count! Of course, Fasha had managed to dodge the first two attacks as deftly as the previous ones, but the tail attack had certainly found a spot underneath the guard and struck her cheek soundly. With that, Selade's smile widened that much more as the female Saiyan stood to her full height, roughly six inches taller than her opponent. "Now that...was entertaining. Name's Selade, good to meet you." WC: 284 Selade Total WC: 1117 = 284 + 833 |
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