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Post by Kale on Feb 29, 2024 11:03:13 GMT -5
Kale stood and waited for Gohan to make his move. His opening seemed simple enough. Shooting a set of ki blast. Kale made quick swipes with each hand to knock the bolts of energy to the side sending them flying off into the distance. She had made a a third and forth swipe in an attempt to knock away the third but to her surprise they struck the ground instead exploding and making a cloud of smoke that covered the ground in a thick mist.
The Saiyan woman looked around. She saw a glimpse of Gohan rushing toward her and quickly turned her guard in the way of the strikes. She grunted as each jab struck her arm. After the final blow struck her guard Kale turned and swung her leg toward Gohan's head, before following through with the spin as the opposite leg touched the ground her other leg was making its way to Gohan's chest to send him flying back.
WC: 161
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Post by Gohan on Mar 1, 2024 0:02:17 GMT -5
| Frozen Slinky Son Gohan
199| 199
Champ. II |
Gohan observed how his opponent responded to the jabs even without being able to see him clearly. He wondered if she had the ability to sense his ki as well, and perhaps if she used that skill to track him. His only answer was a kick levied at his head, scything through the frosty cloud with a precision he wouldn't have expected in the cold. Gohan dropped to his knees to evade, but felt the woman's other foot plant firmly into his chest. The low kick sent him skidding through the tall snow, deep gouges marking where his legs sunk in.
Retaliating in equal parts to Kale's attacks and the cold intrusion upon his calves, Gohan leaped back into action. His fists multiplied in number as he flew into close combat, flurrying punches and knifehands and elbow strikes to any open zone on the woman's figure. The boy's breathing heaved as his rapid movements pumped hot blood through his veins, driving away the chilblains. With each blow the strikes grew faster and stronger, until after more than a dozen attacks he finally felt like normal again. As an added bonus, maybe he would even land a few this time. |
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Post by Kale on Mar 6, 2024 13:14:18 GMT -5
Kale could tell that the boy she was dealing with was persistent. He had that in common with a the other young Saiyans she knew on Planet Sadala as well as the adult Saiyans she knew. After her reprisal Gohan went in for another assault. The woman lowered her stance braced herself for what was coming. Gohan came in with a series of punches and elbows. The Saiyan woman placed her arms in front of her body to block them, each blow sending her back, she tried to move her guard to keep up with his attacks and was able to keep shield herself from them initially. However, the speed and volume began to be too much, the punches slipped in, striking her in the stomach, making her cough and stumble making more opening for more punches and elbows.
Toward the end of his assault, Kale grabbed at Gohan's fist, trying to catch two of his hands to hold him in place before she shot a knee up to slam him under his chin. She did this one time with each leg before letting one hand go and cocking it back and throwing a punch at the boys face before spinning around and trying to throw the Saiyan across the snow sheeted land.
WC: 213
TWC: 344
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Post by Gohan on Mar 7, 2024 0:30:08 GMT -5
| Stand Tall Son Gohan
241 | 440
Champ. II |
Gohan's arms were slicked with sweat and condensation as his blows rained down upon Kale, the sweat turning to frost from the cold and melting back almost immediately after. The salty veins cracked under the woman's grasp as his attacks were cut short. The woman danced in place, rapidly kneeing high up toward his chin. Short as Gohan was, the distance from knee to target was not high at all, and the boy lurched downward toward the woman's bony legs, hoping to staunch the momentum behind the blows.
His own defensive maneuver left the boy prone to the woman's follow-up blow. He could see Kale's arm cock back from the corner of his vision even as her second hand kept pulling down on his arm. The leverage was not in Gohan's favor, and he paid for it with a sharp punch cracking on the side of his face like a sledge. Blood splattered across the pristine snow just as it filled his mouth.
In spite of the heavy blow, the boy remained rooted in place. When the woman spun to throw him, Gohan still refused to budge, his feet and ankles already buried and frozen into place. He spun his wrist rapidly to try and grab the woman in return, aiming for the forearm with its easier access. From point blank range, he exhaled all of the warmth he had built up during their spar thus far in a fiery spray.
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Post by Kale on Mar 10, 2024 19:22:58 GMT -5
Landing the attacks' felt good, though punch to the face that made him bleed from the mouth made the Saiyan nearly gasped and she wondered if she wasn't pulling her punches enough against the young boy. However, young Gohan managed to recover quciker than she anticipated. As Kale spun she expected her strength to easily allow herself to send the half-blood flying but a great deal of resistance kept her from being able to follow through with her throw.
She reached to try to free her own hand, but Gohan had prepared a counter attack of his own, spewing a torrent of fire that covered the Saiyan woman and sent her reeling back from the enveloping flames. That was the first time she had faced something blew fire at her while looking so humanoid. Was it a technique or was it some strange breathe attack that Saiyans or whatever other species he was could use. Either way it was painful and she noted to herself to be wary of another fiery attack coming from his mouth.
Once the torrent of fire ceased Kale pointed out both her arms and focused, a green sphere manifesting in front of her palms, flickering as it grew in size. Kale looked at Gohan as her feet were rooted firmly in the ground to stead her aim before she fired a flurry of a half dozen ki blasts at Gohan. Each wave of energy was roughly the size of baseball and each crackled with electricity as they speed toward the half saiyan to pepper him in a volley of blasts.
WC: 265
TWC: 609
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Post by Gohan on Mar 10, 2024 21:14:10 GMT -5
| A Boy's Burden Son Gohan
376 | 816
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Guilt panged the boy as he immolated his opponent, her shock reminding him what brutality went into a test of arms. Gohan was a kind boy, and always had placed his interest more in learning and elevating himself rather than harming or bringing down others. For an instant, Kale's writing under the flame made him sick. Wasn't it better to be harmed, to be beaten down, to take it if that meant others didn't need to feel pain?
The notion washed itself away. Philosophizing had its time and place, but the battle instinct which was branded into his body made it known that the middle of a fight was not that time. Their pretense for fighting was long since overwritten, both of them certainly warm by the time the last tongues of flame vanished from Kale's body. She stood rooted to the ground, a few inches lower than Gohan as the snow melted around her. He stood a few feet back, blue eyes shining brightly and focused on the sickly green energy that now threatened him.
The light flickered and Gohan reacted. From the orb that Kale had crafted, six blasts sputtered out all in a row. Each would certainly have chased the bow to the end of the Astral Realm if it had to, but he gave no cause for chase. Instead he focused on what made up the attack, the energy and momentum and force behind it all. Reason had won out over instinct; instead of fighting back or defending himself, the young Saiyan accepted what Kale had given him. Live flames danced at his clothes, the orange gui melding into the illusory texture. Her attack would not harm him, but keep him warm. It was what they had initially intended, after all - to keep each other warm.
"Thank you," he said with a hint of sadness. "I may have gotten a little heated. I hope you'll excuse me for the next time we meet, but it's time for me to go."
Gohan rolled over as his eyes reopened in the real world, surrounded by the warmth he had sought. He wasn't one to pick a fight, so why had he done just that? He shuffled uncomfortably in bed. It would be a day of reflection. |
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