Post by Tarble on Nov 18, 2024 20:20:16 GMT -5
The Forgotten Saiyan
515/515
The air was thick with anticipation, an oppressive silence enveloping the battlefield as the two Saiyan’s stood motionless, each waiting for the other to make the first move. The stillness was so profound that even the faintest sound; a pin dropping; would echo across the entire area. Tarble had already given his niece the honor of taking the first strike. As her uncle, he saw this as an opportunity to gauge her strength, to measure her place among the ranks of their powerful lineage. A bead of sweat traced a slow path down Tarble’s face, falling to the ground with a faint plip that seemed deafening in the quiet. His sharp gaze stayed locked on Bra as she charged forward, launching her first attack with fierce determination.“Interesting that she is going at that speed. I would assume that she would start out with a quick burst. I am wondering if she is trying to test my strength. Now I just need to figure out what type of fighter she is and what move she is going to try first. It is not often that I fight a female in battle let alone one of my family members so this should be good experience”
Maintaining his composure, Tarble focused intently as Bra surged forward, unleashing a powerful roundhouse kick. With precise timing, he swung his right arm upward, intercepting her leg mid-strike. The impact reverberated through him, his arm trembling under the sheer force she had poured into the attack. The lost prince held his ground, his expression calm but his mind racing, acknowledging the raw strength his niece possessed.
“Hmmm she has more power than I expected. I figured she would try a ki attack before coming in close”
Lost in thought, Tarble failed to anticipate the sudden release of pressure on his arm. In an instant, Bra followed up with a rapid series of four jabs to his chest, each strike landing with precision and forcing him to slide back a few inches. Snapping his focus back to the fight, Tarble caught sight of Bra shifting low, aiming to sweep his legs out from under him. Reacting swiftly, he thrust his right foot forward, meeting her shin with a sharp counter and halting her momentum in its tracks.
“I like her frontal assault already. The aggressiveness runs in her blood even if it is only half”
Relying on his speed, Tarble closed the distance in a flash, initiating a frontal assault. As he drew near, he unleashed a flurry of three rapid jabs aimed at his niece's face, each strike intended to disrupt her balance and keep her on the defensive. Without hesitation, he followed up by springing slightly off the ground, driving his knee upward in a powerful arc aimed squarely at her chin.
“Let me see if I can make some distance between us”
As Tarble landed gracefully, he immediately thrust his palm forward, aiming for Bra's chest. The force of the strike was intended to push her back, creating much-needed distance between them and resetting the pace of their duel.
Taken
1. A2
2. A3
Actions
1. Retaliation A1 (3 QA's)
2. Sudden Strike A4 (Rising Knee)
3. Focused Palm Strike
