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Post by Upa on Aug 22, 2024 5:16:56 GMT -5
The first thing his eyes captured was a blinding, white light; and while his eyes would usually be forced closed at such intensity, they remained open until the light faded. Gradually, but quickly. Revealing a black, unknown space; even the footing not too clear below him, even though the boy could intuitively tell the floor (or platform) from the general space. A large, black space with no obstacles. Clear enough, unexplained light that allowed him to perfectly see his own form (judged by looking down to see his hands and body), as if in broad daylight. The same way he could tell the flooring from the general darkness, he could also tell the apparently endless width of this area.
All he'd done was touch the new odd gem lightly, half-certain his consciousness was fading as he did. As far as Upa could tell, he was still supposed to be in his own room apartment in West City.
Much as he'd have liked to keep exploring, his senses spiked all of a sudden as he felt the presence of another present. Despite the sufficient lighting on himself, he still couldn't tell whether he was there alone -- despite his sense for all around him had been honed, in his standards, dramatically more than every human (or alien) he'd met so far. It's only natural, when you practically grow up in a forest filled with plantation and wildlife.
-- "Anybody there?" He asked out loud, eyes traveling here, then there; his voice echoing through the unknown space. His callout may not have been the most cautious action. In fact, assuming whatever presence was there besides him was hostile (if not simply a threat), he'd be giving himself away. Despite that, with no place to hide whatsoever and his eyes perceiving his own visage clearly telling that others in the space might see well too, initiating contact might seem more rational an option.
WC: 319
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Post by Pan-Seta on Aug 22, 2024 12:18:30 GMT -5
Seta had been doing well with her meditation lately if she did say so herself. At least when she was not being interrupted with problems appearing on the ship or the surrounding area. Her mind had slowly gotten even better when it came to her psychic powers. She sometimes got premonitions and knew how to yank her sword to her side, or pretty much anything she needed in the field. Her nose picked up the presence of another before the rest of her did. Her eyes opened and she saw her pet warg almost tip toeing into her room. She frowned a little. Before she knew it, suddenly he had grabbed her gem used to increase her psychic powers in his jaws. "Wh-- Faolan, no! Get back here!" Seta called out and immediately gave chase. Of course Faolan, being a warg, did not understand this was not a fun new game and so led Seta through half the ship trying to catch him, causing untold chaos to the crew just trying to do their daily errands. Eventually she tackled the creature from the Saiyan homeworld. "Bad warg!" she scolded as she pried the gem from his muzzle. Of course, as soon as any part of her got in contact with the gem, it sent her psychic energy through the cosmos. And this time was no different. "Dammit, Faolan!" the Saiyan griped as her energy manifested in the astral realm. This was not in her schedule for today! Hmph. She quickly made sure her appearance reflected how she looked in the real world rather than how she used to look and would prefer to look if she were honest. With that settled, she also made sure to keep a cap on her power level, suppressing to a point where she would be Sensed at a mere fraction of her true power. An eyebrow rose as a voice echoed through the expanse. She was vaguely cognizant of the fact the astral realm's current appearance resembled the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, from what she had learned in her travels to Earth, anyway. Kinda boring, isn't it? Vega remarked. Seta rolled her eyes as she stepped forward, the other party in the realm soon being revealed like fog lifting away. Her arms folded across her chest. For the time being she wore an all black outfit-- black gloves, black bodysuit, black boots. Sometimes she liked standing out from her ilk who were more apt to wear armor when it came to sparring. But she rarely made her astral self wear armor to begin with even if her physical self wore it. Dark hair just short enough it draped her forehead but stopped short of dropping into her eyes moved slightly side to side as she walked closer to the one her gem had helped her connect with mentally. "Nobody's home, kid," she remarked dryly, ironically. Her head tilted as she studied this new adversary. Hmmm. Race... Human... power level... ah, geeze. Good thing, after all, that she had stifled her own to being only a few percentage points of her full thing. A sword sat on her hip while an orange-red staff was lashed to her back and peeked over her shoulder, though she didn't move her hand towards either weapon. "Lemme guess. Never used the telepathy gem before?" What makes you say that? Vega asked mockingly. No comments from the peanut gallery, Seta retorted. Perhaps it said quite a lot that despite the mind to mind connection, it was still impossible for a third party to be privy to her discussions with Vega inside her head. Her boot shifted a mere inch to the right, black eyes narrowing. "I'll let you take the first move. I'm feeling generous today." And it would give her a chance to better study this new human she had never met in either universe. Introductions would come later, when she felt it necessary. Word Count: 654 |
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Post by Upa on Aug 22, 2024 14:54:01 GMT -5
Understandably wary, though with nothing to go on, Upa continued turning around in search for anything. There was no way he'd accept that his senses have been dulled to cause a false alarm, especially after he'd returned to proper training. The boy's slowly growing anxiety came to a lucky halt --
"Nobody's home, kid," -- at the immediate sign of another factually being present with him there.
He'd have to think back some time as to why in the hell he couldn't quite pinpoint her location upon immediate entry. Perhaps, she appeared in this black space after him. But then, why would he sense her before her appearance?
Questions for later, alarming as they were.
He'd taken in the sight of the woman once his eyes finally perceived her form. A fair, though muscular appearance; and an awfully disinterested disposition. By all accounts, she appeared human - and gauging her power in regards to his own gave Upa some missing breathing room.
Every time this paranormal has been happening, he found himself on the backfoot, if not at the absolute mercy of another. Whether it was a demon that can spout automatic flare counterattacks, or a scientist with a powerlevel and appearance surely only found in horror stories. Being transported to a foreign space by itself was enough to alert the boy, so to find another human was reassuring.
Be that as it may, it didn't seem like he was most welcome around her.
Chin lowered slightly as he stared the woman from a fair distance, eyes locked on her form and scanning to take in every aspect he could. He may have been allowed a little room to relax, but fact she carried two weapons and clearly wasn't in a welcoming mood, didn't help much to soothe him. If nothing else, this one was definitely a fighter. He'd be a failure of a hunter if he couldn't tell that much.
"Tele--" Confusion. He blinked, eyebrows furrowing as his ignorance was reflected perfectly. "Telepathy gem...?"
Truth be told -- he'd bought it on a whim as a form of self-indulgence. Couldn't even tell you where or when he got it, but the reasoning was aesthetic at best and nonexistent at worst. Simply put, Upa deemed the gem a fine decoration for his future self's tent, when he rules Karinga. This, disregarding the fact he was outright banned from entry.
"Who are you? What is this place?" He asked, taking a wider stance between his knees; though he'd assumed, his words fell on deaf ears. The woman let him have 'the first move'.
...Oh. It's that again.
Though last time he was the instigator, albeit ignorantly, this appeared to be another fighting session. At the very least, he'd taken it to be that way. Between her appearance, measured high power and attitude, what else it could be?
Upa was familiar with the human body. He would strike at any weak point if allowed to disarm and disable his opponent. The problem was with finding a proper opening. When obscured by the surrounding terrain, making a surprise attack was much easier; more suiting his style. But here, there was literally nothing besides the two of them. Any approach he'd make would be as clear as be -- and the same would go to her. Perhaps, this mindset was why she chose to let him take the first strike.
But the boy would ultimately choose to go along with it. "Alright. Then..." It'd be better to gather information on a sparring partner in real time.
Shifting his weight to the balls of his feet and crouching slightly, Upa made a swift leap forward; posture leaning forward as his left arm was brought back, chest slightly twisted left as well. Right arm in-front of his body to protect from any sudden strikes.
He closed his left's fingers, telegraphing a power-packed punch incoming to the woman's general frame -- but, he'd decided to subvert the approach and instead, use a surprise right handed strike to her neck. The telegraphing was a diversion, sacrificing power for a quick hit.
If he wasn't going to hide himself through the environment, he'd at least try to hide his attacks.
WC: 695 / 1,014
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Post by Pan-Seta on Aug 22, 2024 15:48:46 GMT -5
Seta almost sighed at the expression on the young man's face. Did he really not...? Well, her days as a Sensei were behind her. They had been as soon as she stopped being King Seta and was simply Captain Seta-- or Paukena, now. So many young Saiyans had gone through her training when she was not dealing with all the things a King was meant to do to keep the Empire running. Her arms unfolded and she slipped into her fighting stance, her arms held in front of her with hands curled into fists, one of them twisted upside down and the other right-side up, as it were. Her clothing, while not skin-tight, flowed with her seamlessly and would offer no resistance to her movements. At least in the astral realm that was true. Her real body was often weighed down with hidden weights at all times. Exercise no matter what she was doing at the time. "You shouldn't go messing around with things you don't understand," she said, though there was little condescension in her voice. Her head cocked to the side, as if considering the answers to his questions, one of which should be obvious in all respects. She then offered a soft grunt. "You're in the astral realm. You're invading my mind same as I'm invading yours." A pause. Should she...? "I'm Captain Paukena of the Saiyan Empire." You should be in awe, she finished to herself, a little very literal inside joke. She had done well for herself in not gaining much acclaim under her new alias. It rankled something fierce, of course. She was supposed to be a fucking King. Ruler of all the Saiyans in the galaxy. And yet, instead, she had dropped down numerous ranks and relegated herself to one ship. It was a very impressive ship, obviously, but still just the one ship. The rest she had released to the Empire, with Vegeta none the wiser who she truly was, and who truly owned the fleet. Her mind, finely attuned to everything in this realm, felt a bit of a 'disturbance'. In milliseconds her mind flashed to exactly what was about to come at her. The tip of her tail-- which was wrapped around her waist-- twitched slightly. If she wore a watch, she probably would have glanced at it for that extra bit of 'you're too damn slow'. But instead she waited until the last possible second and ducked then weaved out of his line of fire. But one foot stayed out and she used it to sweep the young man's ankles with the intent of yanking his legs out from under him or at least tripping him. Her body pirouetted to face his back. The smell of burnt ozone filtered through the air while sparks of electricity congealed in her palm. She then sent it to the spot between the human's shoulder blades. It wasn't her strongest attack, or her fanciest. But it was one she had perfected over the past decade or so. Who, indeed, could control lightning? With her other hand she yanked the staff from its spot on her back. She twirled it a couple times then grabbed it firmly with both hands, one end pointing right at Upa. With a mere thought, the pole extended and aimed for the back of the young man's knee. Some things never changed and that included how she fought with any weapon and the fact she often aimed to debilitate her opponent before going in with a kill shot. So sue her. Free) Crush Stance Free) Precognition 1) 1 Special Attack (Leg Sweep) 2) Kyūshojutsu (Custom Tech) 3) Goku's Power Pole Special (Extend) 4) Not taking. 5) Not taking. Word Count: 595 Total Word Count: 1,249
Power Level (Suppressed): 50,000 +1 action next post (Crush Stance) +1 action all posts (+50% strength/toughness/speed) 8/8 Speed Teleports 7/7 Counter Attacks 2/3 Goku's Power Pole Specials 1 KV/Luther Taught Tech: +1 Use KV/Luther Taught Techs: +2% ki used for ki attack PL only Weapon Techs (9/9): Verb Blade, Kuzu Ryu Sen, Tres Flores, Ultra Slash, Inferno Sabre, Triple Strike, Mortoseth Shadow Assault, Rough Divide, Improved Windmill Passive Techs: Ki Mastery 3, Expertise 2, Sworsdmanship/Stavemanship 4, Weapon Affinity 2 |
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Post by Upa on Aug 22, 2024 17:25:22 GMT -5
The condescend in her tone wasn't missed on him. Though he was only slightly bothered, fact was he actually didn't know what he was fumbling with; and now, here he was. As it turns out, invading the mind of someone he didn't even know. Sound familiar, Vega?
Upa's attempt at a strike was made easier thanks to the lady preparing a stance of her own -- exuding power. Clearly a stance she'd assumed several times before, and honed to perfection. While he wasn't hot on martial arts as a form of fighting, much more relegated to the wild style of, well, wildlings; by virtue of his experience and strength, the boy could tell right away: "(She covered all her weakspots.)" There were no openings left. Creating one would be a challenging task, from that position. Still, he had to at the very least, try his hand.
"I see," Upa affirmed as he got into his stance; taking in the woman's name. Frankly, he had no idea what the Saiyan Empire was. He only assumed that, in the same manner he used to introduce himself with a faction, it held significance to the lady's character. At least, in her own image.
"Paukena, I'm Upa." It's truly been a while since he introduced himself; his tone of voice almost hinting a tint of chipperness, to him, in after a while of foregoing formalities. Unfortunately, as he was now, Upa couldn't bring himself to state his origin. Had he shared he was from Karinga verbally, he'd be conflicting himself with his belonging (or lack thereof). He was itching to say it, though; proud of his origin and therefore, even appearing in suitable attire. The assumption was, she wouldn't tell of his origins without properly naming it in her presence -- no modern human knew.
...Upa wasn't certain he'd nail the hit, but the first strike was more in the idea of testing his opponent. Turns out, not going all out and preparing properly would be his downfall. Their standards for gauging the other's strengths were vastly different, as he would come to realize.
"!?" She simply up and disappeared. Primed perfectly to strike, presumably, as the next thing the boy knew there was a sharp jolt of pain under his feet; from the sheer momentum of his leap, flipping as he fell to the ground. But before he was allowed to even flinch from his fall, Paukena was already coming with what was undoubtedly electricity surging through her palm. At the mere sight of that, he realized he had to react; forming two Beam Balls in his palms and firing them from his static position, aiming to nail both of the woman's legs -- as a byproduct mostly. His actual intention was to hurl himself away from range using the force of the two blasts, narrowly managing to avoid contact (though getting the edges of his ponytail singed).
Skidding across the floor, he rose up-- "GACK--" Only to get nailed square in the back.
Hunkering, slouching as a hand reached to hold against the painful spot; Upa turned to his opponent, still processing how badly he lost the first match -- which ended just as soon as it started. Whoever this Paukena lady was, she was good. Much, much more resourceful than the opponents he's faced thus far.
Building up his aura, his eyes shone for a millisecond as white glow surrounded his body. Still slouched, very much still in pain, the boy made a bold leap forward -- only deemed risky now after he gathered a bit of intel on the other's reactions. Bolstering his speed as his aura engulfed his form, he flew faster than before with a punch aimed straight into the lady's center of mass.
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WC: 620 / 1,634
Takes SA leg sweep.
Takes Goku's Power Pole to the back. It hurts. He is in pain.
1) Beam Ball x2
2) Aura
3) Power Fly + Boar Attack
Speed Teleports: 4/4
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Post by Pan-Seta on Aug 22, 2024 19:43:16 GMT -5
The electricity-- the lightning-- had no place to go when she just took the baseball sized orbs of ki to her legs which made her shake them a little bit with a frown. If she had not been wearing pants that could take the blasts easily she would be on her way to wearing shorts, instead. Well, now, wasn't imitation the highest form of flattery? The electricity arced up her arm and then seemed to disappear into her mouth. Holding it for later, perhaps? Any lesser person would have been shocked by the electricity in such a damp spot. But she had full control over the element-- as much as if not more so than the ki she wielded with precision. Smoke floated from her gloved hand, and her face showed her to be mildly amused. She watched as he skittered across what amounted to a 'floor' in this place of mental exercise. A little too much? Hm. She was impressed when he got back up, however. With a flick of the orange-red power pole in her hand (did she fully understand its provenance?) she held it behind her at an angle, awaiting what would happen next. She, admittedly, was still learning how to use this specific power pole and also how to fight with a staff in general. As his aura flared to life around him, Seta-- alias: Paukena-- raised both brows. She could feel this man's power level was better than many of the students she had trained in the past but the fact that he seemed untrained was not doing him many favors when it came to a Saiyan who had been learning how to fight almost since birth (with 'official' reckoning being eight years of age and then professional training at age thirteen). This time, she did not move a single muscle, almost as if she was paralyzed with indecision on what to do when being faced with Upa's charge towards her. But when his fist connected with her chest, she did not even flinch. In this dimension, she neglected to wear the Saiyan Army medallion that likely would have hurt his fist when it connected. But she was sure it still felt like he had just punched a thick concrete wall. Unfortunately, she had no control over that part of her physiology when it came to pretending to be weaker than she was. "My turn," she stated and her mouth curled into a smirk wide enough that a single sharp canine glinted. A second later, likely while he was still puzzling out exactly how the hell she had not felt much of anything, she sent her open palm at the spot just above Upa's heart. Ki sparked around her hand as she got closer to connecting. Twirling the power pole in her hand, she aimed to bonk him in the pate-- right in his forehead-- with the business end of the wooden pole that could extend to dizzying lengths if she wanted it to. And then she stepped forward, while swiping the haft of the staff at his midsection. If she had been using her sword, it would be in danger of slicing his guts open. Then she was darting past him and twisting around again to aim at his less protected back to send her staff at the spot in his spine where a Saiyan's tail would be growing from. And then her mouth opened wide, revealing the twin to the earlier sharp canine as well as a set of twin canines in her lower jaw. In fact, her mouth tended to resemble the mouth of a Saiyan about to go Oozaru. Luckily for pretty much everyone, Paukena did not use the Oozaru form. And she was not in fact in a state of almost-Oozaru. Her mouth was just naturally filled with fangs. Whenever she opened her mouth like this, however, it only meant one thing-- she pretty much vomited a blast of ki aimed in Upa's general direction. "Sorry 'bout that. I think my lunch was a li'l too spicy," she joked mildly. Anyone who had experience with the much younger version of herself would easily recognize her sense of humor as being immutable. With a shout, a white and red aura flared to life around her. She closed the gap between them and began to send a flurry of punches at his face and chest. But the poor young man would realize either he was a lot tougher than he thought or-- it was all a terrible, unfair illusion. The real Paukena appeared off to his right and sent two punches to his ribcage area and then cocked her dominant right hand back before flinging it at the Human's jaw, a brutal punch that would in all likelihood lift him off his feet and send him flying without ki. Cupping her hands, she brought them to her side. Ki that absolutely did not look like the right color began to collect down her arms and form an almost-black orb of ki in her palms. This was, indeed, not the attack one learned on Earth from a certain Master Roshi. This was a bastardized version, a stronger version, a darker version. "Ka..." The orb grew in her hands and small bits of electricity could be seen floating inside. "Me..." Black eyes narrowed, tracking every little movement Upa might be making at that point. "Ha..." Her hands moved to the front of her and her fingers peeled back. "Me..." More power could be felt beefing up the attack in her hands. "HA!" With the final syllable, the orb erupted from her hands and turned into a beam. Oh, yes. A very wrong, very powerful Kamehameha built for someone of her caliber. But she was not content with just that attack. Her body fizzled out of existence as she cranked up her speed. She appeared on the other side of the young man from where she had started and held one hand up, palm out towards him. Yellow ki this time collected in her palm-- like proper ki should. "Big Bang Attack!" she yelled out, this blast leaving her hand quite a lot faster. But perhaps this was because once the first one was out of the gate, a second one followed behind it with just as much power as the first one. Free) Take Beam Balls Free) Take Boar Attack Free) This is going to hurt you way more than it hurts me. (AKA I'm not doing the math but *checks notes* It'll hurt) 1) Focused Palm Strike 2) Head Labor Rush (1 Special + 2 Weapon Attacks) 3) Mouth Blast 4) Illusion Wolf + 2 quick attacks (punches)+1 special (Haymaker Punch) 5) Dark Kamehameha (Luther Taught Bonuses) 6) (Crush Stance) Speed Teleport+Master Double Big Bang Attack (KV Taught Bonuses) Word Count: 1058 Words Total Word Count: 2,307 [Max RPC] OOC: I kept adding to this thing like 3 times and it's just a spar. Sigh.
Power Level (Suppressed): 50,000 +1 action all posts (+50% strength/toughness/speed) 8/8 Speed Teleports 7/7 Counter Attacks 2/3 Goku's Power Pole Specials 1 KV/Luther Taught Tech: +1 Use (not using this post) KV/Luther Taught Techs: +2% ki used for ki attack PL only Weapon Techs (9/9): Verb Blade, Kuzu Ryu Sen, Tres Flores, Ultra Slash, Inferno Sabre, Triple Strike, Mortoseth Shadow Assault, Rough Divide, Improved Windmill Passive Techs: Ki Mastery 3, Expertise 2, Sworsdmanship/Stavemanship 4, Weapon Affinity 2 |
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Post by Upa on Aug 23, 2024 11:13:20 GMT -5
Strange. The woman had exuded a degree of superiority, and judging by the way she'd flawlessly moved earlier, Upa was certain a reaction was coming as a followup to his direct approach. Despite that, nothing of the like came: he was allowed to freely charge, flying forward at his top speed to land the hit. Though everything was happening fast, this was a move he was used to and could clearly analyze even with the acceleration. A punch generating his very Spirit in, usually helping in nailing a good strike on a given opponent. He'd assumed he'd get some leeway in. However, this was by no means a regular opponent.
Opposed to what Paukena would think, a whole second was sufficient time to take a shot. He could only infer from the force replied at his strike that the punch did no damage; meaning, he needed to put more effort to knock her off her feet. Disturbed, eyebrows furrowing further as a tsk was offered in his rising perceived threat level. Locking eyes with the grinning lady. If a body shot won't do... He'll aim for the head next--
"!!" The strike to his chest had a familiar feeling to it -- he recognized this technique. Korin taught him this technique. However, when he used it or had it used on him back, he'd never felt the same painful intensity that this single strike had. Hacking, breath stolen from him; Upa was left defenseless. He didn't even get his chance to retaliate, or even attempt a retaliation.
Bam. A strike straight to his forehead with the power pole, the pain coursing through his body. If he was any weaker, he'd faint on the spot. Even if it wasn't a direct weakspot per se, it did pack a bad punch. A twirl around him as he was still recovering from the damage, and his back was hit again. Forced down to the floor with the strike; this time, unable to remain on both legs and having to endure the pain, now on all fours.
The only silver lining in this awkward position was the added leverage, feet and hands both used to leap forward as he could feel the woman's Ki building up. Fact she was only generally aiming was a fact he'd definitely abuse; dashing right, using the momentum to turn around at the same time to once again face Paukena. Though, not nearly as thrilled (if you can call what he was so far 'thrilled') to attack.
By this point, Upa realized the difference in strength. She might have not been leagues above his strength, but God dammit she was tough.
That's good. A force greater than himself he could overcome. Let it be so.
Reassuming his wild stance, back hunched forward and all his weight transferred to his widespread legs; both hands' fingers half-clutching at nothin as, much like a cornered animal, he revealed his own teeth. Though not fanged or nearly as animalistic as this woman, funnily enough.
"...Heh. Haha." Even in pain, he laughed. Amused, very much ignoring the pain for a little bit of humor. Shame his back reacted with a jolt of pain at just a small laugh.
Preparing for the upcoming attack, his eyes widened as he watched her figure closing in in no time. Accompanied with the threatening shout, he was fully prepared to react; setting his guard up immediately to block the incoming punches-- But no impact came. Once again left stunned, he was forcefully snapped out of his confusion by a couple of punches at his ribcage, bending at the blow and then, sent flying as his jaw took a massive hit; head leading as he was flung airborne.
Just like before, he had to recover his ground fast -- but, the jaw is a solid weakspot in the human body. While Upa wouldn't know the mechanics behind it, fact was that the jaw and the brain had a special connection in the human body. That is to say, when the jaw shakes, so does the brain. This alone would explain why he lost consciousness, if just for a moment, before catching himself back and using his flight to remain airborne; if just barely.
This technique. He's seen it before. But it definitely wasn't colored like this. Coupled with the blast from her mouth earlier, the colors seemed all over the place. First yellow, then black? Aesthetic effect aside, it was something the boy had seen before and thankfully, could counter it. And while it was only somewhat-consciously last time, this time he had every intention behind it.
Inhaling deeply as the blast threatened to come his way, at the moment the beam was sent forward (only discernable in this black space by its flaring aura), the boy unleashed an ear-piercing, beastly roar; shaking the floor beneath him. His whole face flaring, his aura reminiscing of an animal much more than just a human. He knew it would at least weaken the blast, but for it to disappear into thin air was not an expected outcome; especially since last time, he needed a followup just to disable it properly. What's more, the lady was gone--
Oh.
Shit.
That sort of explains it. Upa had come to deduce that, because she'd moved to followup immediately after, his own means of defense worked as well as they did. If anything, perhaps this black version lacked the same oomph as the light one, only because it was abandoned a way into it.
Thank God he could still sense her energy, blazing up. From behind him, no less. Realizing there was little he could do, he'd elected to do his absolute best -- attempting to blitz in that split-second to move out of the perceived incoming attack's way. A desperate attempt, made even worse considering he was completely at the mercy of Paukena's flurry; but if there was a hit he didn't want to take, it must be those two wacky blasts.
One day, he will learn how to do that too.
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WC: 1,004 / 2,638
Takes Focused Palm Strike.
Takes Head Labor Rush.
1) Dodge Mouth Blast [Power Fly]
Takes Illusion Wolf combo.
2) Kiai, Diffuse Kamehameha
3) Attempt Dodge Big Bang Attack [Speed Teleport]
Speed Teleports: 3/4
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Post by Pan-Seta on Aug 23, 2024 15:02:28 GMT -5
Paukena had to admit one thing at least, this whole thing had been an entertaining and actually useful bit of training. It had been a long time since she had fought while bringing her strength down. Not enough, it seemed, and she could do nothing about her natural toughness in battle, but this was all data that she could use later.
In all honesty she had not known this Dark Kamehameha for very long. It had been learned relatively recently. She was unsure how much she liked it, though. The syllables were foreign to her mouth. But, like with many things she would get used to it. Either that or abandon using the attack in the future.
Brows furrowed with concentration as she watched the young man almost scuttle to the side. He was certainly in need of more training, she mused to herself.
"Your tenacity is admirable," she said, voice neutral with no hint that she felt even a little winded. She could not help that, either, when she was pretending to be far weaker than she was.
Her head cocked to the side, a low hum of thought leaving her. But then she shrugged her shoulders. Her days of teaching were behind her. Weren't they?
In her universe, she had complete and total control over this young man's home planet. But here? She was nothing. No one. Yet she did have experience with humans of all stripes. Had even known a couple who could hold their own against her. Once.
Her tail unfurled from her waist and twitched behind her, as if to make it clear she was no longer in fight mode.
"You don't even know what I am." Was that a boon or not? She could not tell.
Taking in a deep breath she moved backwards a couple paces, her boots making a scuffing sound because she wanted them to do it. Her command over her astral self was absolute. Over everything about her and being in this realm.
With a smile then, she lifted one hand, palm facing up. In a blink, the area around them became filled with green grass, the kind of grass that blanketed Earth.
Trees sprang into existence and off in the distance, mountains. She could not know it, but her counterpart from this universe had slept in a cave near that mountain. Because she was accessing her memories of the last time she had visited the planet, everything was perfectly replicated thanks to her eidetic memory.
"Your home turf, yes? It would behoove you to train more. Learn to study your opponent. Humans have such potential and yet such a disadvantage. Because I will let you in on a little secret..."
Her aura flared around her with not even a twitch of a single muscle. Her power level multiplied back to its resting strength that was at more than half a million. The grass she had created with her considerable psychic power fluttered. The ground shook as well. But she kept cracks from forming like would happen in the real world.
"There are monsters out in the stars. And I'm not even the strongest of them."
Her hair flickered from black to red and back again. But she kept a cap on allowing her true Super Saiyan form to show.
"Next time you play with artifacts you have no knowledge of, you may find your opponent to be far less sporting than I am."
A grin formed, as her aura faded away.
"Learn to duck," she added, adjusting the power pole on her back.
1) Mindfuck
2) You did good, kid.
3) 'Fatherly' advice.
Word count: 594
Total Word count: 2k+ (who cares at this point, it hit 2,000 lmao)
OOC: Up to you if you want to make a final post lol Seta usually disappears but decided to be nice.
Seta's Spar Bonuses: Champion Lvl. 2 (+15% all rewards), Combat Rune [+5 exp], Super Elite Saiyan [+5 all stats]
Upa's Spar Bonuses: Human [+5 exp]
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