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【Power Level: 99,137】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: 3/3】 【WC: 491】 【TWC: 491】 Just when things seemed to be off of him and the attention was elsewhere, Son had been attacked by an outside force. And, she hit him somewhere sensitive. His heritage! Daggers had in fact cleanly cleaved his tail in twine, forcing the young man to revert, as he so wanted. A forceful push sending him forward and out of the battle zone and into his very own combat zone. Sending him onto the ground, Gouken had dug his knees and hands into the ground. Trying to stop his forward propulsion and causing him to tear at the ground until he had finally come to a halt. A rather large burst of somoke and debris firing off from around him. Son standing up nearly immediately soon after he had stopped. Popping up and looking at his base body. Noting that he had been kicked out of KAIOKEN! While it was a slight bummer, he was still happy that he had lost the power temporarily. Such a transformation had serious, fatal side effects if left running without rest. He could thank Maya for at least that. Speaking of Maya, whom was of the unknown variety, Gouken had no visual on her thanks to this darned smoke. Smiling coyly and confidently, Son had clenched his fists by his side and ignored the pain stinging from his severed tail. The smoke surrounding him gracefully blown away like small, miniaturized hurricanes as a golden light appeared to shine through the substance. Revealing none other than the long due Super Saiyan form that Gouken had striven to achieved and had gotten in a very unlikely circumstance.
【PL: 1,189,644】
"Super Gouken, hehe!" He'd say, laughing at his new found power. This was the first time he could freely and actually flex the transformation and shake off the water on his wings. Blood seemed to be flooding into his muscles as he had settled into the form, as his mass appeared to increase. His golden hair frozen in it;s standing position. Black eyes, now green, piercing into the opposition's area. His Ki sense ability allowing him to the luxury of finding Maya. The one who attacked him. He had to question whether or not he'd immediately strike her down or engage in a leisure conversation. He had the feeling that the former was his only option. She didn't look like the talking type at all. Keeping his confident smirk, Son had bent his knees and twisted his body. Taking the fighter's stance. Fists balled up and a slight bounce in his feet. Keeping his body active. "Hey!" He called to Maya. Pushing his hand out and moving two fingers, in a 'come on!' like motion. Urging her to come and fight him. If she could slash off his tail, she could fight him no sweat. Right? Right.
It was a rather majestic way she moved in battle. Quick with the twin daggers she held tight to hand and quick as blood, bone, and tendons severed when she cleaved the beast form of its tail. Her grace lightly mimicking the skill most brench elite had with a blade. But also a aura of grace like that of someone akin to the dark arts and combat of the shadows as well. Not some delicate flower or defenseless woman by any means. A champion of arena's and known proud guard of actual status now in the royal guards.
The tail was sliced clean from body and it wasn't long before the boy returned to his form. His true form rather then the horrid beast form of the saiyans. Her master had freed her from such grasps of the ape tailed fiends. Now the only ones really left in the old empire were those that knew how to change and grow or the slaves in the dungeons. The highest elites that were only kept alive to burn at their pride and remind them that alive they have a more shattered pride and honor then if the King had simply killed them.
As quick as the boy slid away through the air and into the dirt Maya was quick to follow aver the rather rough shove. She had moved with agile frame in flight but low to the tree's outside of the city and prior location of the action. Kicking off tree's occasionally and using them as cover or any other natural foliage or forest surroundings as well.
The girl took a strong pose it seemed crouched low to the ground. Her clothes of slim dark leather and lightly revealing. But it complimented for her to be agile and fast in movement. She was not one of brute force in style but agile and careful movement. She didn't need to do anything to bad just make sure she left a impression or at least did her best to do so. She'd stand low to the ground her blades at the ready as if a guard at attention or some form of wall obstructing goukens possible path to move forward or return at all really to see what else was happening to the others beyond.
"Smug man... Golden hair! The pride it grows so sickeningly fast for your kind. You rely on such things. You're entire race... How it ever once held true power this one will never understand. I'll remove that finger from your hand you wave towards me. It shall belong to me by the end of this day. Not you... I swear it on my oath to my master." She'd say crouching lower. Her agile body showing how low she could go agile as if a cat. Or a spider ready to pounce with claw and fang as if a wild cat or a black widow trapping its prey. She lived to serve and to be graced with a chance to once again actually be called to her Caesars side swelled her with pride. She would wait for the saiyan to make the first move. Quick to act warriors as they were. She figured well if she gave him too much time he'd give into impatience and give her a opening. 3/3 Stamina
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【Power Level: 1,189,644】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: 3/3】 【Attempting to hit Maya with [IN] Turtle martial arts for 178,446!!】 【WC: 714】 【TWC: 1,205】 "Wha? Don't like the gold? I figured it matched my eyes, hehe!" Son replied to his foe. Pulling his hand back into a fist and bouncing from foot to foot, keeping his heels up. Truly keeping the stance of a Shoto type fighter. If Maya was well versed in Earth martial artist's styles, she'd know she was in for a helluva a lotta dragon punches and uppercuts. She picked this fight, though! She'd pay for slicing his tail off and forcing him back! And he was only a Super Saiyan! Imagine if he was in his stacked Super Kaioken. Now that, would be nightmarish for her. Surely. She'd learn the might of Earth Saiyans and hwy they topped Vegetean Saiyans with ease. Something crossed Son's mind however. As his right hand would go out. Fingers extended only partly and curl a tad. His left venturing down into his dogi pant pocket and retrieve something: A crimson red headband. One he had gotten from generations past. From Grandpa to grandpa to father to him. The accessory was wrapped around his forehead and beneath his bangs cleverly. The spirit of ancestry thriving through him now. He was definitely going to grow his hair out when he got out of this fight. That was for a total fact. Smiling wide, Son's green eyes had scanned Maya's person and abilities to his best extent. Taking a few things. Speed must have been her ace, considering her dress style and skin tone. Usually Brench had abnormal skin pigments. Plus, sleek leather? C'mon. Weapons, too. Who was she, some kinda Saki clone? Who used swords or daggers in a fight anymore? Talk about rude and cheating. Gouken had to laugh, though. As he was just making things up and joking around despite being in something of a serious situation. But it was the situation that had made him laugh! Pretty sadistic when viewed on the surface, but one would have to look into his bloodline to get the answers on why he was so excited. Grandpa Goku usually laughed his butt off when faced with dangerous foes. Grandpa Gohan and Gruncle Goten, not so much. But, he did take after his Grandpa Gokuh, after all. "That's funny. You think Im one of the Saiyans from the stars. Hate to disappoint ya, but I was born here. Raised too. It's a miracle Im even a Super Saiyan right now," He'd pause for a moment and close his eyes for a second or so. Continuing only with, "Just like how it'll be a miracle if you can run outta here like you can run my butt into this arena." Gouken's smirk would only grow more coy and confident. "Guess I gotta stop stallin', huh? Hehe, Im so excited, Gouken's gonna show you!" He'd declare boldly before initiating the battle.
Immediately after his declaration, Son had launched himself toward and into the direction of Maya. Noting that she was fairly close to the ground and open to an aerial attack. Unfortunately, Gouken was not a fighter who was all that optimized for aerial and ranged combat. All of his Ki based moves were usually beams of some kind. Kinda funny, now that he thought about it. As he would try and close the gap between he and Maya, instantaneously would he launch himself into the air and over the head of the assassin. His right leg kicked out and his intention to mix her up with a strong kick to the cranium and get behind her all at the same time. If he was successful in this, he'd immediately begin his assault in punches and kicks. Using his Turtle arts to their fullest degree; Or, well, what he knew so far. There was still a little bit more for him to learn before he could officially call himself the Grand Turtle Hermit. Or Muten Gouken. That was a pretty dope title. Never the less this series of actions was all packed into one. He was highly reliant on that mix up. Although, had it been blocked, he would still attempt to engage in hand to hand and utilize his Kame training!
She didn't seem phased by the laughing or truly any of his comments. Her goal was already stated and even if she had her orders which she'd most certainly follow. She'd still claim her prize this day. She'd just snort after a moment and let out with a annoyed grunt and glare. "You talk too much. You're still a ape and a enemy. Stop talking and attack already." She'd utter in a annoyed tone. Clearly agitated not in the lease by his behavior but more so his showman ship and preparation rather then beginning battle promptly the second she took proper stance.
She'd waste little time when he went into the air trying to take a rather heroic and perhaps over the top she though route to beginning battle. Leaning back just enough to allow the kick to glide just past her head and her blade hand already twisting her dagger in hand. Twisting on her heels to meet gouken face to face once more as he landed behind her. Waiting for one of those punches to come soaring at her. She'd aim to try and slice her blade upward just as the punches drew in. aiming to try and slice at the side or if possible slice clean off one or two of his lower fingers if she had her way. But she had to move fast so the target would more then likely end up somewhere around the center of the bottom of his hand and attempt slice upward or perhaps at his wrist if he wasn't careful and go for the whole hand. But with the twist in momentum it may not have been enough to go through. Either or however if she did manage to land her blow after his fist came at her and using it to make it harder to pull his arm away fast enough. She was sure if she did it right she could at least hurt him. Make him bleed and maybe take something off to kill the boastful attitude she began to lightly hate in its annoyance. "No use weaker skills! Fight truly. Or get hurt badly."
[[OT-1] Bladed Fury 25% Charge 389,025 Vs 178,446 = Bladed Furies remaining 210,579 PL aiming to if landed cut into goukens, fingers, hand, or wrist as described in post.]
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【Power Level: 2,181,014】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: 3/3】 【Super Kaioken active!】 【Attempting to hit Maya with [IN] Turtle martial arts for 327,152!!】 【WC: 474】 【TWC: 1,679】 Son winced in slight pain. The feeling of steel sliding across his skin cleanly and gracefully causing a striking surge of pain to go through him. His hand quickly jerked back, alongside his full body as an entirety. A stream of blood coursing down his palm as he looked at the attacked body part. A grunt leaving his grit teeth, the young man huffed slightly. A smile remaining upon his lips. Apparently, he'd need to bust out the tricky stuff early. No problem, he'd prove to this lady that he wasn't just a Saiyan. No, he'd prove he was an Earthling blessed with Saiyan powers and abilities. Heck, he'd even hope to get struck down near fatally. Then he'd really shove a whole load of told-ya-so down her purple, Brnechian gullet. Bringing his hands up and punching his fists together, Gouken's golden aura had suddenly flared a crimson red. White being the inner color where red protruded out as an outside aura. His hair remaining gold, but his skin tinted red as well as few other parts doing so as well. He had entered his Kaioken form! Mixing his natural Super Saiyan alongside his Kaioken! Genius! He was blessed that he had this kind of power, that was for sure! Now, it was simply a matter of knocking her onto her butt. No matter what happened, he'd tough out anything she threw into his direction. Pain or no pain. That was his game. Feeling the blood fill his veins and his muscle expand further, Son dashed quite swiftly back into Maya. Utilizing his strength once more and aiming to dish out some serious pain.
His hand would instantaneously shoot out. Aiming to grab the woman's shoulder and grip onto it tight. His other fist aimed to jut out and strike her right in the gut with the speed and intensity of the lightning and thunder itself. Had this been of succession, Gouken would then begin a barrage of rapid punches aimed for her ribs and gut. The intent to incapacitate the female and force her to stand down as a whole. However, if compliance was not of the priority, then he'd engage and battle her from this point on. Had she been of resistance and he would actually fail in assault, Son would keep himself close to the assassin and issue a series of well timed blows and lightning engorged fists for her sweet spots. He'd sit her down. Little to no fear coursing through his veins or brain a the moment. He was way too pumped on adrenaline, in the most simple terms possible.
The sound of steel cutting through flesh came with a quick and clean sponge like sound. The smell of blood slipping into the air was unmistakable to the warrior of the sands. The steal painted and coated lightly in the slick red fluid. Her blade pulling back as the boy jumped back himself. Spinning her blades in each hands before with a loud clang crossing them in front of her as if ready and on guard. But a attack didn't come as fast as she expected. Instead she witnessed the golden haired super saiyan summon yet again some other form of power. But not something as expected on record. Something strange and odd in sensation as the energy crept through the air. The shiver emanating from her spine trickling down the entirety of her back bone as her skin tingled with a strange anticipation. "Always hiding such power... You sneaky saiyans. Ace card or no. I will still not be beaten by some discarded saiyan like yourself." She'd say her Brenchian accent a little thicker the more timid and cautious she became.
But as the warrior came upon her he was far quicker with this strange roaring crimson energy and more large massive body. The speed and ferocity were hard to keep up with in vision and sense let alone physically. She'd thrust his hand from her shoulder with a smash of her wrist and bottom of the blade's hilt and or pommel. But the fist that came moments after would collide into her gut forcing her to slide back several inches. The sound of dirt up heaving could be heard as the soil upturned. Her gasp sounding pained as spit and thick saliva spewed from her lips as her lungs were vacated of air. Her hands and blades trying to keep up with his incoming blows slowed from the pain in her gut that felt like a shiver was running through her entire body. He knees becoming for the moment weak and her ankles feeling as if they'd give out on her. Just barely managing to keep a strong appearance and remain standing. But as her fists and wrists and missing slashes from blades kept answering his fists. She managed to only lightly guide and sway his hands to hit less crucial targets. Weakening the damage that pummeled at her rather toned and in some ways perfect gladiator like body. But hardly stopping any of it. After a few moments the girl leaning back in a opening and flipping in the air her hands touching onto the dirt first. Then shoving with her hands to flip again and landing on her feet but crouching and getting to one knee for a brief moment. Her knuckles of her left hand on the ground bellow clenching the daggers hilt. Her other hand still holding blade as well pressing her forearm hard against her stomach. Her gasps lightly heavy as she drew in a breath again and again clearly pained in the act of breathing for the moment. "Big men fall the hardest... You will be no different." She'd say.
Sliding one of her legs out to her side standing in a stance that seemed to signify she'd be ready in a second to shoot off in any direction she pleased. A little messily given her condition maybe but she hardly looked like she was a stranger to pain. She'd cough lightly but only for a moment and taste the familiar taste of her own blood within the back of her throat lightly spritzing on the back of her tongue. Swallowing it firmly to keep any of it from being seen by her enemy and withhold any personal joy he may have taken in seeing it. ---- -Melee vs Melee 5% 77,805 vs 327,152 = Gouken winning for 249,347 Damage. -Stomach bruised and light internal bruising. A couple ribs possibly broken or at least cracked. -Regained 1 stamina back up to 3/3 Stamina.
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【Power Level: 2,181,014】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: 1/3】 【Super Kaioken active!】 【Attempting to hit Maya with [OT-2] Supee God Fist for 1,409,007!!】 【WC: 365】 【TWC: 2,044】 Feelin good! From what he could tell, and feel, she wasn't responding very well to his newly obtained strength and demonstration of said strength. She appeared to baffled and timid, as her voice seemed shaky. At least, that was what Gouken had taken from it. He wasn't one to laugh at fear, however. But, with who she was supposed to be guarding, her subsequent actions had led Gouken to want to dish out as much damage as possible. Death wasn't his goal, however. If anything, a simple knock out. The works. Never the less, the young man's plan had been in succession. His fist had met her stomach and damaged some internal body parts. He only hoped that his assault wasn't fatal against her. However, he wasn't done yet. He was going to attack until his Kaioken, and he, was exhausted.
Keeping near her, Son watched her take stance. Daggers out. His eyes watching her throat. Noticing that she was swallowing something. Must have been saliva. Common in battle. Taking a quick step forward, Gouken's fist had been hooked into Maya's jaw. Or, he would have, if he had actually tried to connect. No, Gouken had introduced his favorite style of fighting! The feint! Had she flinched from the false hook, his left hand would swiftly move forward in it's stead and jut forward and into her chest. Primarily aimed for her Solar Plexus. The intention to steal the wind from her gullet. Would this be accepted, Son would quickly dash backward and cock his fist back. Imbuing it with the spirit of the Kame students of past. His feet taking him forward into a quick burst, and his fist pushed out. His aim locked onto her temple. The intention of this attack simple.
Pain and being cool! A somewhat comedic characteristic of this blow being that if the attack connected, the foe's face would be discombobulated and warped for a split second or so.
It was true she was injured and as well feeling lightly staggered for the moment. Her body needing a few moments to more properly regain some of her footing and proper balance. But still even pained and perhaps lightly off balance as she was. She'd move to try and keep to her feet and her muscles tightened and tensed. Ready to spring to action at a moments notice should she need too. Her body had taken some wounds but that didn't mean this was over. No the truth was far from it.
The warrior came in quick and as direct as always feigning a blow that caused her eyes to go wide as she staggered back at a quickened pace. Before his true blow could throw itself at her as well though her heel would twist and she'd kick off the ground like a rocket as her foot work increased to a amazing and graceful display of quick movement and wits. Back peddling as naturally as anyone could imagine and almost in a whimsical way as a dancer taking the stage dodged his blow as easily as if it were sluggish and slow. The blow gliding by her and only a gust of the arm thrusting into the air would be felt as a relaxing breeze upon her lightly heated and slowly relief feeling but still aching body.
The girl taking a few moments to draw in a light breath still trying to fit together a proper means in her mind to deal with this quick brute. She'd ready her blades her body and movement seeming to lightly pick up. She was pained but she seemed to be recovering lightly. She'd let in a slow drawn out breath and exhale calmly her body moving calmly and slow. Still and direct as she'd face him once more. It seemed the surprised he'd given her from the strange burst of power was wearing off on her psyche. She was once again ready to fight. "Strong yes... But still slow. Just as fumbling as any other furry footed soldier." She'd mutter as a calm insult as if it was more fact then just words. Mocking his speed and at the ready for whatever he planned next. Not willing to let this simple parlor trick along be enough to bring down a true champion of her planet and empire she served faithfully no matter what the danger. ---- used [ST-1] Dashing Reflexes 100% Dodge for 1,556,100 vs Goukens Attack of 1,409,007 Allowing the dodge to win for 147,093 - Returns to a battle stance after dodge. -1 Stamina 2/3 Stamina remaining.
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【Power Level: 2,181,014】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: +2/3】 【Super Kaioken active!】 【[IN] Turtle martial arts attempted for 327,152!!】 【WC: 505】 【TWC: 2,549】 "Wow, you're pretty good! Dodging my blows and stuff!" Gouken commented aloud. Speaking at last. The last few moments of their duel, he had been far too invested to speak and talk and giggle like he oft did when locked into a deadly battle. Watching as his opponent soared high over his fist and avoided it entirely, he had taken several notes from her response. She seemed surprised at the feint. Had she never experienced someone who used those types of tricks in a battle? He assumed not, considering she had responded with reflexes instead of punishing him. Maybe he was just too fast for her. Wouldn't that be funny, an Earth Saiyan faster than a natural Brenchian. How ironic. Son watched as she dropped onto the ground, causing him to stand and skid back. Eyes watching ever carefully of his enemy. Narrowing and causing him to appear more and more fierce. Causing him to appear as the embodiment of the Son clan. His smile kept now, brain soaking in the core objectives presented to him. Knock this woman out and move into the main brawl. Gotcha.
"Fumbling furry soldier? Heh, sure. One of us, has this," Gouken raised his palm and pointed to the bleeding area located on his wrist. "The other, probably has internal bleeding and probably a few broken bones. One of is in worse shape, and it may just be me. Heck, Im givin you the advantage here. Im wasting my time. But, before I start kickin' your butt, I gotta ask," Pausing for a mere moment or so, Son stepped forward with his right foot. "Are you fightin' me seriously?" He questioned. Waiting for an answer before assuming a sprinting stance. Rocketing from where he once stood and forcing a trail of smoke to explode behind him wherever he tread. Closing distance between he and his foe somewhat easily and hitting the deck and sliding don before her and aiming to circle her. Forcing dust and debris to be kicked up around he and hie foe. Vision impairment being his game. Not as a strategic advantage, though. He just figured it would be extra cool if the bangs of their high speed battle busted and forced the surrounding area effect to disperse. Once this passive action was done, Son would pick himself into the air. Medium distance from ground, and enough to referred to as levitation instead of flight. His intention to launch his shin into his foe's cranium. Had he been guarded or the attack was of success, the smoke would be forced away due to the monstrous force behind him. If this was of success, though, Son would then attempt to engage into han dto hand with the enemy. Shifting battle into close quarters and issuing a series of timed punches and hard hitting fists.
She'd snarl at his words feeling her body able to move a bit more again but it was true. This strange power he had at his disposal turned the battle around from her favor to his. It removed a great many strategies and opportunities she may have had otherwise when fighting the warrior. But this didn't mean she'd simply give up. She'd just have to hold firm and in failure or victory give all she could to best push to at least showing she did all she could to obey her orders. She'd rush forward when he came at her. Seemingly letting his words only roll down her back as she went to answer his action with action herself.
Swinging her dagger forward in a thrust. Trying to cut towards his leg as it kicked in throwing herself at the leg rather then way. To help hopefully the momentum allow her to stab if not thrust the blade into the mans leg. To use his own enthusiasm and power against himself. She'd attempt to with a strong thrust as he'd begin his little barrage try and and at just the last moment send the blade arching straight for the mans ankle. And try and slice into his leg just as she did prior into his forearm. "How dare you mock me. You fight! You want to win? Then win! Stop boasting like little child putting on show for big boys." She'd say trying to spit on him as well when they were at close range. The woman more aggravated that some of this felt she was being played with. If the blade sliced in his flesh or not would not matter. She'd leap back putting and often seeming to try and keep the distance between them after each encounter.
As if to lions slashing and clawing at one another time and time again but always returning to circling one another. Or two cobra's facing off in a bit as each would wait for the right time to lunge forward and attempt to sink fang to breast. And poison the warrior before them. In either case she worried that perhaps the battle was already lost. But both her pride and her loyal heart would not allow her to walk away. ----- Using [OT-1] Bladed Fury 25% damage for 389,025 vs Melee of 327,152 leaving Bladed fury victorious for 62,873 remaining. If landing attemping to use his kick as momentum to slice her dagger into his ankle and into his leg. -1 1/3 Stamina remaining.
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【Power Level: 2,181,014】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: +3/3】 【Super Kaioken active!】 【10%!!!】 【[IN] Turtle martial arts attempted for 327,152!!】 【WC: 562】 【TWC: 3,111】 "Ach! Darn!" Gouken would groan as the sensation of a blade slicing through his flesh and plunging into his innards had shook through his entire body. Muscle tensing up for a moment and the feeling of adrenaline being the only cure for the shocking amount of pain surging through his leg. As Maya leap backward, Son had whipped his leg back. Tearing the steel from his skin and a long gash left in his dogi pant. "Ah..ow.." He'd moan under his breath, turning his foot so that he could be in a comfortable fighting stance. His hands raised and kept flat, guarding his chest. His eyes watchful over his foe. Like two lions indeed, for their battle was becoming more and more bloody and graphic. Son was guilty of teasing her, though. His smile had remained bright for her realizing that. "Hehehe! It aint about winnin'. Maybe, if ya caught me a few months back, then yeah. It'd be about me kicking your tail to high heaven. But, right now? It's about me havin' fun and enjoying this! But! I'll warn ya. After I do win, Im beatin' your boss. Im kickin' his tail back to the stars. It's too bad, too! 'cause, you're really good. Sucks you gotta fight with 'em." Son commented. Swallowing up some saliva, and keeping his teeth grit. The pain still surging through his open wound. The orange of his dogi now a shade of red. "Now, Im gonna kick up the heat. Our game starts now, ya hear?!" Son's grin had grown much much more wide as he instantly took off toward Maya. His arms swiftly moving to and fro until he reached a close distance to the female. Engaging once more in hand to hand, close quarter combat.
"Hoo!" Son grunted, stopped abruptly and moving his hands in an almost hypnotic motion. Making a figure eight at first but then swiftly pushing his right, open hand into the direction of Maya. His intention to push his fingers into her gut. Had this been of succession, then he would proceed to create a fist and push it only further into her gut. Simulating a technique used by his ancestor that he had long forgotten the name of. Whether or not he'd be in the successful group, Son would then proceed to put his hands by his abdomen and assault the female with a series of kicks. Using his good leg, of course. Like a rocket, a flurry of feet would come her way. With the same intensity and speed of a Brench. Even if each of his kicks were all blocked, Son would have to mix things up as a finisher to his combo. Slamming his raised leg up and hopefully onto the female's skull. Crying, "Break down! Hyaaagh!" upon finish. However! All of this could be made completely moot! If, she avoided his initial fist or him altogehter. Which, he had not considered. He was a bit more concerned with using up as much of his Kaioken as possible. King Kai must have been rolling up on his planet if he saw how Gouken was using his sacred tech.
She'd only growl and lightly snort even as her body lightly ached. Twirling her blades in either hand the two daggers now stained with crimson fluids of her foe. She'd wounded his arm and his leg but both were more superficial wounds then actually threatening. It was beginning to weigh in on her mind she was outclassed. She didn't need to defeat the man though just make some impression. While she may be falling short wounding him and drawing first blood at least were some form of accomplishment. Wondering how well the others were doing as well around this time.
She'd not give up yet though just giving him angry glares. His high spirit and confidence something that agitated her as her brow furrowed and her dark yellow eyes seemed to only stare angrily behind a few strange of dark violet hair. She'd weave carefully when he came in at her. Still pushing her body unable to really catch her breath or a moment of rest since the assault had began. He seemed to summon time and time again this strange mystic crimson force. His body given so much energy he hardly needed even a moment to catch his breath.
She on the other hand was pushing her body as far as she could to keep moving. Her stamina and exertion harder to keep going with her injuries slowing her down as well. But even if she didn't think this one sought her life in victory. She could not back down as to accept surrender as her failure. As well as the inclination of a insult to say he would defeat the god king Caesar.
She'd weave around his fists just barely in the end as he launched forward at her with his mad rush of power and agile fists. Using her weight and the strength she could summon to rush at him with all she had while throwing her body weight as well to aid her with ever little bit of help and skill she could muster wherever she could find it. The fists glided just barely by her the heat and wind the fists cut through could be felt on her flesh. The experiance a almost intimate one as far as fighters go on the field of war.
Trying to weave right by his attacks and thrust her daggers in unison upward. She'd be ducking just as she went by his last fists. And in the form of her wrists connecting and her hands pointing both daggers upward. She'd try to in a upward motion slice directly upward and if possible slice into both of his cheeks in unison. Trying to take out his eyes but not able to focus carefully enough to make sure she was on target. She had to push her body fast and forward as hard as she truly could just to keep up. Feeling her defeat coming soon. But willing to do whatever she had to to show she'd keep fighing for her master until the bitter bloody defeat and end.
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Using [OT-1] Bladed Fury 25% damage for 389,025 vs Melee of 327,152 leaving Bladed fury victorious for 62,873 remaining. Trying to weave by his punches and duck and in a uppercut like motion launch both daggers upward to slice up and under his cheeks upward. Attempting to cut his cheeks all the way up to his forehead in lines on his face also his eyes she is aiming for. -1 0/3 Stamina remaining.
Text Speech color "10b8fa",E1-af1fff,E2-cc7fff,Misha-8a095b,Lilith-e6196b, Cecelia-098a70,Kaiyou-bcfd13,Maraca-10976c,Maya-bb11ad, Durendal-af182a ♪♪Caesar's Theme♪♪
【Power Level: 2,181,014】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: +3/3】 【Super Kaioken active!】 【Suffering from slashes on face and wound on leg and wrist. All possible detriments to battle performance!】 【40%!!!】 【[OT-3] x10 Kamehameha for 2,181,014!!】 【WC: 396】 【TWC: 3,507】 Gouken was notably denied, here. Ah well, just to be expected. Now, he'd need to deal with the consequences of his action. In fact, as he watched Maya dip down and avoid his hand, he had also been given the honor of watching her come back up with two blades, which wouldn't be out of the norm in this instance, had the direction of her blades not been aimed somewhere near fatal and game changing. Super Gouken was surprised and audible about it, as the very feeling of his skin being penetrated and ripped carefully up had caused him to emit a loud, pained scream of agony. Crimson red liquid already leaking from the incision created by the woman's steel weaponry. His head jerked back fiercely and forcing the female's daggers from his skin. The pain should have had been hell and outright unbearable. Thanks had to he made towards King Kai after this.
As Son had retreated back a few meters and soaked in the world around him, the young man had ultimately come to the realization that he couldn't keep this battle up like this. Meaning, he couldn't let this chick get away with literally trying to slash his eyes out. No, some serious stuff had to come out of him now. Whether he liked it or not, his Saiyajin blood was BOILING! His teeth had been grit and his muscle seemed to bulge. Veins throbbing and sweat dribbling down his brow. Son's hands clasping by his waist. Clapping down and electricity charging into his palms. Crimson red and white glowing from his palms. Brilliant in value and a variety of colors gleaming. The dominabt colors, however, being crimson red and an bright white. "Here's the big one! TIMES TEN! KAMEHAMEHAAA!!" Gouken roared, shoving his hands out and forward. Allowing the crimson red beam to leave his hands. The force behind the beam so powerful, it had rendered the male to using only a singular hand and leaving his other to hang. One could swear they saw three faint, ghostly blue figures beside the Son, however..almost as if the phantasms of his kin were backing him in this fight.
she couldn't keep away from him this time. Gasping at the sensation suddenly almost instantly emanating from this warrior. Her blades had missed their intended target and only managed to stain themselves with a bit more of the foolish but powerful boys blood. She'd stumble back now though looking upon the scared but not even nearly defeated warrior of earth. A quiver felt down to her core as she felt for just a moment time stand still as his special energy grew deep within him.
She tried to think tried to cross her blades. But the power she was feeling shook her body to its core. This man and his strange crimson aura. How was he doing this where the hell was he pulling all this energy from as if from nowhere! She'd brace her legs digging heels strongly into the ground but it mattered little in the end. The blast wide and glowing as frightening as the power behind it threw her off her game. She was stuck literally in awe of its power. The blast itself smashing into her crossed blades in flicking her guard open and arms to the side as easily as if a adult pushing towards a child. Her blades sent flying by the massive force and stabbing harshly into the trunks of nearby trees digging in so deep it'd take someone of abnormal power to have any hope of ever dislodging them free again. She felt helpless in the burning energy not even realizing at first she'd been lifted off the ground burning within the core of the energy beam.
It took her several yards her body smashing against and forcefully through several large trees but so numbed from the blast she didn't even feel any of it or the pain any longer. Just a weak tired sensation as if she wasn't even awake even if she could still see all of the event unfold. Her body left steaming and burned all over her clothes tatters and a mere dream of what they were before. For the most remaining if out naked only covered by mere tatters as she was exposed to the world. Her waking mind had faded. The ship would lock onto her quickly... If possible she'd be retrieved. She'd stayed and fought till what may have been her end. But was forever loyal and never fleeing from great combat. Her body in need of urgent care as she felt the painful wind brush her sensitively burnt skin.
[given the power level it was a death hit. But to whoever grades this for rp sake I'm saying she lived and will be flavor treated via medical tech on the ship. Feel free to deduct the 5k revival fee fro her give she's a 50% minion. Consider her defeated and out of the topic as of this post]
Text Speech color "10b8fa",E1-af1fff,E2-cc7fff,Misha-8a095b,Lilith-e6196b, Cecelia-098a70,Kaiyou-bcfd13,Maraca-10976c,Maya-bb11ad, Durendal-af182a ♪♪Caesar's Theme♪♪
【Power Level: 1,189,644】 【➢ LMB 75%】 【➢ STAMINA: 0/3】 【Super Saiyan [x12] is active!】 【50%!】 【Senzu bean eaten, all energy restored and aiming for any other bonuses(?). As well as thread exit. PL, please.】 【WC: 371】 【TWC: 3,878】 As Gouken's attack seemed to quell and his exhilarated levels of adrenaline seemed to cull, the young man had allowed his hand to slowly drop. A pain surging through his body. As his eyes carefully examined the battlefield before him, they had locked onto what appeared to be the defeated body of his foe. Her feminine body revealed by the brunt force of his attack. While he was in a situation where he was severely wounded and bleeding out in several areas, blood still managed to rush up to his face as he took in what he had done. Point was, he won! But he couldn't celebrate. Not yet, anyway. He had to recover as swiftly as he could and manage a way to save up his energy for when he rejoined the main fray..Speaking of the main event, things appeared as hectic as ever over there. The gold ape wasn't in sight. Which, was pretty odd. Considering the pretenses of the battle and how massive a gigantic freakin' Super Saiyan Ape was. In power and out. But, hey. Probably him just thinking. Exiting the Kaioken edition Super Saiyan, Gouken huffed rather heavily. His hand brought up to his forehead and wiping away the many beads of sweat accumulated through that painful battle. "Ah! Gotta recover my HP. Welp, good thing I brought these!" Son would smile, digging into is pocket and retrieving a small, beige bag made of cloth. he words, MAGIC BEANS! written on it. Untying the small slipknot made on the opening, Gouken picked a single senzu bean up and popped it into his mouth. A satisfactory crunch sound made as he ingested the vegetable. His wounds seemed to magically close and heal. Though, the deep slashes left on his cheeks seemed to close, they were still apparent. Apparently scars seemed to run in the Son clan!
With that, Son would take off. Not before walking to Maya at his own pace and grinning. Patting her on her shoulder and thanking her for the awesome battle. She'd recover, right?
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