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| Karas Vs Fasha; Gem Spar | |
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| Topic Started: Jan 4 2013, 07:30 PM (266 Views) | |
| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 4 2013, 07:30 PM Post #1 |
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(Sorry this took a while to get up, let me know if you've filled your spars already and I'll cancel it.) (Saiyan Bonus) It had been almost a week now since Fasha had returned to Vegeta from a training expedition on Valhalla under Luther and a brief stay on Frieza as well. It took some getting used to being in a relatively civilized setting again and out of the harsh environments that were 'par for the course' on those planets. Since she'd arrived it had been mostly regularly scheduled drills and being made to do whatever grunt work was handed down by the chain of command. Thankfully, it was all on planet work... nothing that required her to travel again for a while. It was challenging, but in comparison to Luther's soul-crushing regimen it was a piece of cake. Now, it was night time and all of her work was done. Sitting on her bed, or what passes for a bed, with her legs crossed, the female Saiyan leaned back against the wall and sighed softly as her eyes lazily watched the ceiling. A thousand and one thoughts were running wild through her mind tonight and she really felt she needed to just settle down. But doing so would be quite hard without... ...without being exhausted mentally. Her eyes flitted momentarily to the blood red gem sitting on an end table nearby. She stared at it for a few moments, weighing whether or not she really wanted to use that thing again. Some of her experiences with it had been nothing short of weird... ...eventually, she did grab it off of the end table though. A fight was a fight, after all, and if she got lucky it'd be someone reasonably strong this time. She could use a good challenge tonight. Plopping them gem in her lap, and allowing her body to relax, she stared into her reflection on the surface of the spherical gemstone. Slowly, she began to feel the familiar loss of consciousness that typically accompanied the subtle glow it took on... ...and soon found herself in the interior of a subterranean cavern with red hot lava flows surrounding the island of scorched earth she stood upon. The heat hit her like a brick to the head, and made her realize two things: 1. If there were a fight here, it'd probably not last long and 2. This gem thing really didn't like her. WC: 406 |
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| Kale | Jan 7 2013, 11:02 PM Post #2 |
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Demon God of the Flaming Fist
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The hybrid didn’t even have to finish walking out of the dimensional corridor that he used to know what kind of battlefield he was walking onto. The first thing to hit him was the intense yet comfortable heat that he had felt before and acknowledged as a field of magma, having battled on similar locations in the Astral Realm several times prior. His assumption was proven correct as he stepped out of the shimmering silver-grey “curtain”. The battlefield this time was an island inside a cavern surrounded by flowing lava. ”Nothin like a little heat to get your blood rushing, eh Dirge?” ”Well, after all that time in Hell it’d be questionable as to why you wouldn’t be comfortable in this heat.” The silver haired hybrid took his focus from his demonic companion (only visable to him) and looked for his opponent. Sure enough there she was, standing on the opposite end of the island. She was an obvious Saiyaness no matter how Karas looked at her. From the modified armor she wore to the fuzzy monkey-like tail wrapped around her waist to the way her ebony hair was spiked she was all Saiyan. Something inside Karas seemed to spark as he looked at her, something dormant and possibly remaining from his days as a full-blooded Saiyan warrior. His own tail, another remnant of those days long since gone, swishing behind him as he addressed her. ”Well hello there hot stuff. Not often you get to meet a female Saiyan these days. I take it you’ve had a few dozen men already try hitting on you?” ------------------ WC: 266 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 9 2013, 05:32 PM Post #3 |
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3rd Class Saiyan
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Fasha, meanwhile, had occupied herself with looking about the cavern for something that looked like an exit. She, at least, was most definitely NOT comfortable in all of this smothering heat. Her head rolled slowly from one side to the other and yet... no sign of an exit. A sigh escaped her... would she really have to fight HERE? ...Then his horrible attempt at a mating call hit her ears, and her eyes narrowed subtly before turning toward him from across the room. Placing her right hand upon her hip, the female warrior of small stature smirked a little, "...I hope you're not as weak as your attempt to hit on me.", before fanning her face with her hand dismissively. It could easily be mistaken for her simply fanning herself though... and the beads of sweat pouring off of her didn't help that much. Adopting a wide-legged fighting stance, with both arms raised and ready to defend, the saiyaness seemed content to let him make the first move. Her tails swayed back and forth lazily behind her, half drooping from the heat already beginning to wear on her. "...Well then, let us see how strong you really are. You better not disappoint me." WC: 203 |
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| Kale | Jan 9 2013, 09:16 PM Post #4 |
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”Hitting on you? Me? Love you’d know when I was hitting on you.” He smirked at her playfully, her accusations causing the smile. He grew up as a Saiyan, he knew flirting with Saiyan women only pissed them off, only strength impressed them. It was the same with the whole race.
Point for him. However he wondered, how could he boast his power first without breaking the woman like a twig? He could sense he power level and was far, far lower than his own. In the end all her could think to do was pull his punches as best he could, something he didn’t like doing if he didn’t have to. Then again he wasn’t particularly fond of leaving bruises on women either but again he didn’t have a choice. Once second he was on the other side of the island, as far away from her as he was able to be, and the next he was right beside her with a fist raised. ”Before we get with the nitty-gritty, what’s your name?” Then he punched her, holding back as best he could while still giving her a glimpse of his strength. ----------------------- WC: 209 TWC: 475 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 10 2013, 04:32 AM Post #5 |
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"Sure sounded like it to me", she replied, not seeming very amused by the idle banter at this point. She didn't usually take to idle banter too much, preferring action over words. Especially when it came to men, for some reason or another she just didn't get along with men very well at all. It was probably all of the machismo and the swagger, and the fact that so many of them held rank over her even still. When he disappeared from her sight, momentarily, her muddy brown eyes went wide with surprise. ... And then narrowed again as he spoke to her from her left flank. She didn't even bother to reply, just swayed backward and dodged the punch... albeit barely. The punch skirted her nose, narrowly missing due to his speed. If he had have saved the theatrical speeches for later, he might have struck her. Without even bothering to offer a witty reply, the saiyan woman dropped low and attempted a rolling sweeping kick to his ankles followed up with a fast moving suiken with her free hand aimed for his midsection. If he wanted to chat, he could get it after he'd managed to best her. Nothing ever comes free with a woman, especially not a Saiyan woman. WC: 212 |
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| Kale | Jan 10 2013, 10:32 PM Post #6 |
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”I was raised a Saiyan, I know empty flirting doesn’t mean shit to you.” Karas didn’t connect with his punch, not like he expected to considering he was holding back against the woman. He leapt backwards as she dropped into a spinning kick that was supposed to kick his feet out from under him. His right hand pushed away a beam of energy she shot from her palm, transitioning into a spin that he used to deliver a swift kick aimed for the side of her waist just below her ribcage. ”By the way, the name’s Karas. I’m sure yours is as beautiful as you are.” His other leg shot out in an attempt to trap her, his intent was to use his whole body and flip her so that she would slam into the arena floor. Releasing her from his legs he flipped upwards and over himself, landing on his feet while waiting for her to pick herself up, taking an offensive stance. --------------------- WC: 171 TWC: 646 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 11 2013, 03:03 AM Post #7 |
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Fasha was caught off-guard by this rather unexpected comment. "You are...", she uttered... before realizing he'd already dodged her first attack, dealt with the second, and was swiftly moving in to deal to attack her. As that first kick came flying toward her, she barely managed the speed to block it with the outside of her arm. The pain it caused, despite the that, and the indication of his power it gave her was enough to give her a moment's pause. ...And a moment's pause was all he'd need to seize her with his legs, and toss her overhead. But, despite being caught off-guard, she did not go down as easily as he might have hoped... instead she caught herself upon the floor with her hands and, wrenching her body free, turned her momentary handstand into a handspring and flipped away with all of the grace of dancer... ...a dancer who took the up the posture of feral cat upon the floor almost the moment she'd landed. Her tail swung wildly from one side to the other, twitching with slight annoyance as it did so. "...You're a hybrid." Suddenly, she'd forgotten all about his commentary and focused on just the one detail. "...I find that hard to believe. Hybrids should be weak." There was a bit of that old racial purism in her voice. A touch of xenophobia. Pure-bred Saiyans didn't typically like diluted blood. "...But, whatever, I guess. As long as you can amuse me." And, given his relative strength, he probably could. Darting toward him swiftly, and without prior warning, she leapt into the air... turned several acrobatic flips... then flew at him from the air head-on. Beads of sweat were now pouring off of her, and making it difficult to see, but she was determined to try and hit him despite. When she drew close to him, she threw a feinted first punch... a strike purposefully aimed to miss... and then blurred out of sight and reappeared behind him at his feet again. There, she tried the same basic tripping maneuver again and threw in a high kick aimed for his midsection just to mix things up a bit. WC: 370 |
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| Kale | Jan 11 2013, 04:14 AM Post #8 |
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”Just like a pure blood under that bastard King Vegeta’s rule. “Hybrids are tainted blood that can never be as strong as a pure blood”. Right?” Karas didn’t get the chance to say more than he did, his opponent going on the offense and seeming to have forgotten her manners as well seeing as she couldn’t introduce herself like he did. Eventually she launched herself right at him, head-on, with a fist aimed for his head. He wasn’t worried, if she was one of those Saiyans who hated hybrids and thought they were supposed to be weak then he wouldn’t restrict himself like had been. He had taken punches from warriors of unbelievable power, those unrestricted punches had built up his resistance to the point where he was sure a punch from someone like this woman would do little to no damage. Even if it was at the speed she was traveling. He stood there and simply waited for a punch that didn’t land to begin with, passing right by his left ear and moving his hair with a small gust. The still unnamed Saiyaness attempted to vanish, Karas could only assume she would foolishly try her little trick from before. She appeared below him, confirming his thesis and allowing him to simply hop over her sweeping kick. Her next attempt connected, a high kick that ended up slamming into his abs. Though as he expected he had built up an unbelievable resistance and hardly felt anything from the kick. ”You’ve got to realize, being a pure blood limits you in so many ways. As a hybrid you have access to so much untapped potential. The sooner the Saiyans start realizing this, the sooner they can work their way to being the strongest.” He grabbed the bottom of her boot with his hand and used his unrestrained strength to lift her off the ground only to try and slam her back down with as much force as he could. He wanted to show her he had been holding back until now and if he was fighting without restraints that a hybrid could be so much stronger than a pure blood. He didn’t like the idea of having to use all his brute strength against a female, even if she was a warrior, but if it was to prove a point to her then he would gladly do it. He had let her foot go on the swing down, freeing his hands up. His hands only balled into fists as he tapped into the full amount of his base form’s power. Now with every ounce of his raw power at his command he slammed his fist downwards hoping to either make contact with her or with the platform they were fighting on. ---------------- WC: 486 TWC: 1,132 |
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| AnotherDisgracedFasha | Jan 11 2013, 11:35 AM Post #9 |
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3rd Class Saiyan
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"Rubbish!" Fasha replied to his assertion that hybridization would make the race stronger. "Only a Saiyan can ever hope to attain true power." She already knew one who fit the bill too. "And..." she started, only to be interrupted by his seizing her boot and swinging her overhead. This time, she had no defense of the offensive action and received a brutal slam against the ground for her arrogance. The rather painful landing upon her side had been forceful enough to possibly fracture a rib. Fortunately enough, she opened her eyes just in time to see him attempt to strike her... and narrowly dodged out of instinct... rolling away from the fist practically a hair of second before the fist smashed into the earth. From there, instead of attacking immediately, she simply rolled away and flipped to her feet the moment she got some distance. "...Pah! You are strong, but you prove nothing except that you possess Saiyan blood! Our "Bastard King" could still destroy you." She was breathing pretty hard by now, the intense heat of the lava chamber was really beginning to make her weak... and it was so smothering hot it made it even harder to breathe than it should have been. ...After a few moments, however, she smirked again... weakly. "...I suppose you win this time, hybrid. I'll be damned if I'm going to keep fighting in this hellhole." And though she never possessed manners to begin with, she did possess honor... in some small sense. It was least fitting to give him her name since he had bested her. "I am called Fasha. ... I guess you earned that much... well, ... bye." And with that last statement made, she promptly willed herself out of the astral realm. That was definitely enough for one day. WC: 301/1492 |
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