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Unlike Maiz, Marcel was never the type who mainly relied on ki blasts. Despite his well mannered personality, Law was quite the brute, of course not on the same level as a pure blooded Saiyan, but a brute nonetheless. That didn't mean he doesn't use ki blasts, or techniques revolved around them however, but he always found a spar to be more fun if he doesn't have to rely on it a lot. Fortunately for him, this spar seemed strictly melee base.
It seemed as the hybrid's initial knee attack wasn't effective, but he didn't expect it would be giving the circumstances. The two may have been given a handicap, but it felt like Marcel still had it worse. Though it was his fault to begin with. Battling in a gravity setting he wasn't use to yet while also wearing his weights so sneakingly to make this more of a challenge. Law actually loved how bad the odds were against him which could be seen by the obvious smirk they came up from time to time during this battle. "You're strong. Certainly doing your race justice, little Miss." he complimented as he stood there in his fighting stance, eyes glued to the girl as he didn't want to miss anything.
She may be better than him in this situation, but he damn well wasn't going to make things easy for her. He saw that the Saiyaness was now making her way to the man, no doubt trying to do a frontal assault of some kind. This time, the man didn't plan on blocking it...
Once she was within close enough range, about to tackle the man, Maiz would instead find herself phasing through the guy, Marcel's body appearing temporally shadowy around the parts the Saiyan phased through. This was a technique of his that he didn't teach himself, but rather came to him naturally. It was an ablility that passed down from him by his demon roots. A lot of his techniques seemed to come from an unknown source to him, only a few he naturally taught himself, or learned from his step father. It was a mystery, but a mystery he made sure to take full advantage of. Hopefully, his opponent not seeing this coming would lead to herself slamming into the wall instead. Marcel did have a bit of a tactful side to him. Whether she hit the wall, or not, Marcel would quickly turn around, his feet sliding on the flat surface as he attempted to grab the girl by the back of her shirt, and fling her upwards into the air. If successful, he'd take to the air as well with a dark aura surrounding him!
He wasn't going to make this easy indeed.
-Ghost Arts: Shadow Phase (ST-1) Using his demonic roots, the user is capable of temporarily turning intangible to phase through an incoming attack. [Can avoid up to 100% of the user's PL.]-
Stamina: 2/3
Last Edit: Jan 20, 2017 19:08:56 GMT -5 by Deleted
Nice as it would be to win, what had made all the previous bouts she had with her servants, just so satisfying, was being able to feel that this wasn't supposed to be easy. She had full belief that if it wasn't for the handicap, this fight would have ended longer than it was currently going on.
The man had been the only one who had been hit so far, while his opponent remained free of any bruises, and only seemed to have exhaustion. Though certainly not enough for the fight to end with its current state. If the girl kept up her tactics though, it wouldn't be long for things to be more even in damage.
"He'll barely stand when I'm done with him."
Her servant's words were as indirect as it always was, and was more of a response to her, than what the man was saying. That kind of confidence was pleasing, and as she watched the girl make her attempt to run into the man, another vial of blood had been downed. About four in total, and while not exactly a measurement of anything, it felt nice to reward herself with a drink, after seeing moments of the Saiyan that she approved of.
Though it certainly could serve as a gauge to measure when to step into the fight, and have her turn. The attempt the younger girl had made, interestingly enough, seemed like it would work. Her opponent after all, had already proven he wasn't fast enough to do more than really block.
But he had proven them both wrong. The charge her servant took missed, as the man had simply gone and made his body intangible, making the younger girl slip through. This was what she was hoping to see from the man. An ability she knew the younger girl to not have, and could only be from his other genes.
If not for the Saiyan having planned to stop and make a grab for the man, the walls of this room likely would have suffered some vulnerability. Reinforced as it was, practically everyone in this room was likely strong enough to leave a dent in if they tried. The choice seemed to be a good one, beyond avoiding damage to the room. Her grapple forward was met with the man's own. One which allowed the girl to do what she had wanted, and flung the man away.
While not exactly a repeat, the lunge forward, and the punches that were thrown after it, had been similar to the slam and grapple. Despite the man's ability to make his body intangible, the girl was still insistent on fighting. A choice she couldn't really agree with, seeing as how jumping back, would have only done nothing more than provide a breather, with this handicap in place. But exhausted or not, the girl just wasn't one to give up.
Again, rather than choose to block or dodge, the girl had accepted any hits that would come for her, like she had with nearly running into the wall too hard. What punches that were thrown at the man, though still not really targeting any vital spots, they did seem to intend to force a counter back.
It would be lost on those who didn't know the girl, but she had noticed the more frustrated the Saiyan got, the more she was seeming to forget wanting to use ki. More time was spent on punching forward, than really clenching and actively trying to forget about desiring to use such an easy route.
What bruises or soreness was given from the slam the girl took, was likely also a reminder of what her servant had to make up for receiving. While they might have long since adjusted to the level of ten times earth's gravity, there was still pressure to be had on their limbs, and something she would compare to being like something pressing down onto it. It was light however, unlike when they had first began using this level of gravity, so it didn't hurt as much.
With the kind of heat that was also being generated from the fight, it was starting to get a lot warmer. Enough to have the blood she had pocketed, to almost feel human. Or at least, what she imagined running blood would feel like, if it was able to go and be felt out in the open. But these conditions were hardly what she would call a bad thing. The more warm the body felt, the closer it would drive to exhaustion, if nothing was really done about it.
That was what the goal was in the end. The Namekian she had invited to the mansion awhile back, might have left her feeling a bit bitter, but she still hadn't changed her policies on not having any guest dying on her. This was a place meant to be a display of her success, and death wasn't welcome.
"Just so you know, I do plan on having a spar with you as well."
One thing that would be interesting, if she continued to go with this method of entertaining her guests, is that going back to back with fighting, would surely measure what she was looking for. The Namekian had toughened through the long fight they had, and had not once asked for a rest. Whether or not this man would go onto be the same, was what she wanted to see. Though if he did or didn't, it would still fall to what she had expected of a guest.
They were really nothing more than pawns, when it came to getting what she wanted.
Like a fish, it seemed that the Saiyan took the bait. Marcel couldn't help, but smirk as the girl flew right through him. It was something the man knew would take many by surprise, more so than that after image thing he has witnessed others use, but it didn't seem like his plan of flinging his opponent into the air worked in his favor as he was sent flying back by the girl! The man grit his teeth, and clenched his fists as he managed to to land on his feet, still sliding back some until he came to a complete stop. Without so much as a breather, the man leaped back forward, his body now engulfed in that black ki of his as the Saiyaness once again charged at him.
This time, he decided to take her attack head on, so that he could return his own hopefully. He'd quickly attempt to send a punch straight at the young lady's stomach with hopefully enough force to make her grasp for air before trying to send an elbow down the back of her head, attempting to bend her down with that strike before following with an attempted knee to the face to send her upwards with a possible leg sweep to finish his little combo off. He didn't expect it to do much, but it hopefully should be enough to throw her off. The hybrid stood there with his face a bit bruised from his sparring partners previous attacks, breathing a bit more heavily as his upper body was hunched over slightly due to the weights, and gravity. Still he stood, fighting his way through this struggle of his. The hybrid wasn't going to let some slight change in the gravity hold him back! Not until he has had enough, or of course if Rukia wanted to finish things.
Speaking of Rukia, the girl claimed that she would also be sparring him next which was only met by a silent smirk by Marcel. The more the merrier, he'd think to himself. "Oh, I will be looking forward to it, Lady Rukia, but first..." he'd struggle a bit, but actually managed to make himself stand up tall despite the environment being against him as his dark ki flared up once again, causing his clothing, and hair to dance in the wind that his aura has formed. "I believe this young Saiayn here isn't finished yet." he claimed, a bit of dominance in his tone compared to how calm he usually is during most other situations. He looked back at Maiz, watching her carefully to see what other tricks she will try pulling out her sleeve.
Until she had seen the younger Saiyan become that way, she wasn't planning on stopping the fight. It was what she was sure her servant wanted out of this, and with the man apparently having founded his own drive, she didn't really want to stop either.
She couldn't tell exactly how strong the man was, not being able to detect a person's strength without them shedding blood, but the other girl not hesitating in continuing to fight, should have been enough indication that he should be able to take more.
So long as she could have her turn with fighting him, which trust she was putting in the Saiyan, she would only continue to watch. That grapple the girl had succeeded in performing, seemed to have done wonders. The man was sent flying back, though had managed to land on his feet, before going ahead to charge back again. That aura of ki had only just furthered her beliefs he was part demon.
Compared to the much lighter colors she knew herself and her servants to have, this was beyond different. Certainly not an everyday sight. Yet, the curious thing was that he still seemed very well-mannered, for an aura that just seemed to be so impure.
Was that other half of him just that strong? As that thought had passed through her head, it was the slightest introduction of sound from behind her, that brought her attention away from the fight, and where the Majin was. She had on that gold and black apparel that most of her people seemed to possess, which wasn't at all any of her usual wear, when it came to training in here.
This was much more casual, yet on her servant's figure, it was appealing enough to go out like that as well. The Majin still wore that same frown she always seemed to have, different from her other servant's hardened expression, by their eyes.
While the girl besides her had a stare that was cold and angry, looking at her too much would show that human side she surprisingly had. For the Saiyan however, if it wasn't in regards to fighting or her own self-interest, it was just that of spite.
"So what the fuck is he, exactly?"
A nonchalant question, which was directed at her, and seemed to have been only said enough for her to hear. Usually, the girl could rival her cousin, when it came to being loud-mouthed. She didn't doubt this courtesy had to do with the Majin's own insecurities.
Not counting the friends she knew, the Namekian they had invited awhile back, had been the only notable guest they had. The rest of those she had encountered, just didn't have that quality she was looking for, or really hoping to be able to actually study from.
There would certainly be plenty of more opportunities to introduce her servants to better guests, and this just so happened to be the latest one of the bunch. Without the man's tail, there was only the eyes that gave indication that he was different, if there wasn't a fight going on now. She already knew the question was more of a confirmation, than one to bring conversation.
"A halfling Saiyan, who I suspect is also part demon."
The questioning look from the girl, had already said enough about what the Majin had thought, hearing what was said. But annoying as it was that her servant was doubting her, and it was enough to make her shut her eyes, the answer was pretty simple.
Though they had only just started, she had a feeling that she wasn't likely to run into anyone in the future, who would likely kill as easily as they did. The reason people like them didn't succeed, in media anyway, is because there was plenty of good in the world. Empathy was the likely fault of that, but it wasn't really a complete fault. Nearly everyone was capable of killing.
However, what separated them from the rest, separated them from the mentally ill, was being willing to kill. They had reasoning and intellect, unlike the animals and creatures that they ate. Knowing her youngest servant had a culture that was also built around killing for survival, it really wasn't anything that was out of place, or out of question for them to do.
What she had in store for them in the future, she already knew due to her caution, wouldn't involve inviting a guest that couldn't restrain themselves. The sort who were like that, had absolutely no place in society, and were no better than creatures. Beings who were meant to die and live by her call, if she was hungry, or simply just needed a moving target to practice new techniques on.
"The Saiyan half was all he shared. People have secrets to hide you know."
Though she had only looked at the Majin, as one should when speaking to someone, that familiar tinge of pink appeared on her servant's face. No longer was she giving any quick glances to what was going on in the fight. All she really knew herself, was the man making the assumption she really cared about whether or not Maiz was done. That was neither the girl's or his choice.
"Whatever. Just let me fight a good one."
The girl's stay had been short, but with the kind of heat that had been generating in this room, it had been enough to work up a sweat for the Majin, who wiped away at her forehead as she left. It was also an indication that it should have been enough time.
Pulling out the remainder two vials, she uncapped one, and drank it as she continued to watch for the moment. Allowing the Saiyan to go and fight this particular guest, would be the start of allowing the both of them to do so with any future guests.
However, it would depend on her own interests and beliefs, which would decide exactly what the Majin would be able to get a piece of. From what she could piece about her youngest servant, who was injured in places, but still managing to keep up her own aura, the girl had gotten hit. Whether it was by chance, or the Saiyan's own decision, the fact was, the girl could keep going.
"I've seen enough. Fall back."
But she didn't care if the girl could or couldn't. Consuming the last vial, her fangs had been pushed out, and she dashed towards her servant in what would normally be a blur for an average person. The girl was pulled and thrown in the direction she had came, and had that not been near the entrance, would have hit the walls of this room. Though the landing still had to have hurt.
There, the Saiyan had glared from her position on the floor, and stood up a moment later. For the younger girl, so long as they were both standing, it would be a tie between the both of them, like it always had been in previous bouts they had.
Only after the girl had walked away, did she turn to the man, her fangs retracted back into the top parts of her teeth, giving the appearance of something more normal. This was the chance for the man to have a break if he wanted to. Or follow her way.
"Are you still able to continue? Or shall I wait?"
Maiz's PL 14,723(13,587) Take Hit WC: 1247 TWC: 11,217
It seems that the hybrid's attacks have hit, causing Marcel to smirk some in victory. Though the battle wasn't over yet, or at least he thought. Still in his fighting stance, Marcel watched Lady Maiz carefully, waiting for her next move. He didn't notice the Majin that was in here earlier during their fight because he was so caught up in the spar, but he did faintly feel her energy before she left, causing him to glance over to the entrance for a split second before setting his eyes back on the Saiyan. He wanted to keep this battle going, and so did the young Saiyaness it seems.
Unfortunately, it appears that they weren't going to get that opportunity. Law heard Lady Rukia's voice, telling them she's seen enough. Before Marcel could even look over at where she was, the girl quickly made her way over to Maiz, throwing her back some it seems as Marcel glanced back at the two with eyes widened. Was....Lady Rukia really this fast!? He did feel that her ki is higher than his own, but he didn't imagine it would make her so speedy. Perhaps it had something to do with her bloodline? That's when he recalled that she never gave the man a proper answer about her species. She can't be human, especially with those fangs he managed to catch for a second before they seemingly disappeared.
Lady Rukia was now in front of the man, asking if he was ready to continue. It was his time to spar with her it seems. Given what she did to the young Saiyan, it was clear she was going to be more of a challenge, someone he needed to keep his eyes on carefully. "Yes of course I would like to continue, but let me ask you something if you don't mind." he said, standing up straight before continuing. "What exactly are you? I know I asked you before, but I never got a proper answer back then." he claimed as he returned to his fighting stance. "Of course you do not have to answer if you do not wish to." he added, waiting for the girl's first move.
Her two servants lived with her here for their own reasons, and the strength that she possessed was one of them. Without it, just what exactly would make the Majin feel she wouldn't be taken away by the government?
Or keep the Saiyan from leaving, and finding someone she could measure up against? Neither of the two had really openly confirmed these were the reasons they stuck with her, but it only made sense in her eyes.
Just because the pink-fleshed girl had stayed with her, didn't mean there wasn't a chance that when those two went outside with her, the girl's relatives, or even someone they knew, wouldn't recognize her. Important officials that might care enough to report the Majin, seeing as how the last time her family saw her, it was when they met.
Likewise, although any of their bouts had never contested a winner, she was sure that the younger girl continued to stick around, because she was someone that hadn't been beaten yet. From what she could recall, the girl actually had no issues with fighting against her other servant. Likely because the girl had no qualms with hurting.
That much had been clear, watching the Saiyan fight, up until she had took on conversation near the end. It wasn't technically a loss for the younger girl, since she had ended things early, but she would likely still be fuming.
Whatever had led up to the girl getting hit like that in the end, she imagined had to be a mix of anger, and having to hold back against what should have been an easy counter, if ki had been allowed. A flaw which she didn't have.
The weight of this gravity, and the pressure on her body, was more like being in water. It was heavy moving her arms up, but moving downward and sideways wasn't that bad at all. What energy she had exerted with stopping the Saiyan's fight, was only but a portion of what she actually had. This wasn't going to be like with the younger girl.
Her body was used to much higher gravity compared to those two, and the speed she had, would surely be enough to block a hit towards the more sensitive parts of her body. If she had her way, this would more resemble the fight she had with that Namekian awhile back. Way above her opponent's level, and the only interest she really had, was getting hit.
Whether or not that actually happened, she wanted to actually chance it, than address that detail. Better to have something like that happen naturally, than give off the impression she needed some kind of handicap placed.
The earlier blows she had taken to block the younger girl's attacks, was dull, but she was certain there was still enough sensitivity there to bring back that familiar stinging of pain, which was easy to ignore giving it back.
"Ah, right. The Saiyan had interrupted before I could, didn't she?"
Revealing that she was a Vampire, was far from being something that she would oppose of. She thought it should have been more obvious, actually, since beyond confirming it, she wasn't really trying to hide it at all.
Though with the heat that had been built up in here, which even now was causing sweat to trickle down her body, and how people usually didn't have blood in their freezer, it wasn't too surprising. Just showed what his mindset was.
Compared to her own, it was a lot more 'good', which for someone with two different heritages, really contrasted against her own morals, and the basics of what she actually knew about those species. But different was good.
"Vampire. The blood's a donation from those two."
She gestured to the vials she had just sat near the door, not wanting it to break from what would go down, now that she was getting her turn. They could still be used, but it would certainly need a bit of cleaning.
"Unlike with the Saiyan, I'll be mostly blocking. You should just learn how to dodge."
This little girl was a real mystery. At a first glance, one would most likely believe that she was just an ordinary girl who had no business dabbling in stuff like this, but instead she was something far more different. She was pretty strong for somebody her age, even stronger than the hybrid that stood before her. Marcel was never the type to dismiss something like this, but this would be the first time he would run into somebody like this. The more he stood around here, the more curious he got. What was her story? How did she get to this level? What were her agendas?
At the very beginning when they first met back at those ruins, Marcel assumed that she was at least human, but the more he hung around, he began to grow skeptical. His question was going to be answered however. Without hesitation, Rukia would straight up tell Marcel that she was a...
"V-Vampire?" he replied in a questioning tone. But...aren't Vampires beings from fairy tales? Works of fiction? The man's knowledge on Vampires were low, and would never had thought that they were actual beings who existed in this world which was pretty ironic considering he is also a being spoken about in stories. A demon. Well....these stories must have had to start somewhere, right? She also brought up the blood that she apparently gathers from her servants. Marcel would look over to the vials as he raised an eyebrow. So the liquids contained in this tubes were actually blood? The man formally thought them to be some sort of juice, but it appears that the man was way off, coming off as an idiot now. "I've never met an actual Vampire before." the man chuckled lightly. "Very interesting." he nodded with a smile.
But now wasn't the time for admiring. They had a spar to begin!
After Rukia's little comment on her blocking, and that the hybrid should dodge more, Marcel would slip back into his stance, eyes glued to his opponent's. "Right." he replied. He doubted that this spar would end in his favor, but he was never the type to give up unless his body itself couldn't go on. Now with that out of the way, Marcel would bend his knees a bit, before launching forward towards the Vampire, appearing as if her were attempting a frontal assault. Instead, he attempted to slip to the girl's side, boots sliding against the ground as he attempted to send a fist towards her side with some speed, and power to it! He wanted to test out how she would react to his very first strike.
(Attempting to send a melee punch straight towards Rukia's side for 205 PL)
The previous times she had revealed of what she truly was, it had been accepted without question. With the kind of different groups that roamed the earth, and hybrids like the man being rather common, its oddity could be compared to Saiyans invading the earth. Happened enough that supernatural beings like her could surely fit in fine.
That was how it should have been, given reason. However, her kin kept themselves secret for a reason. What that was, she felt that it was lost over the decades, but it was rather clear in comparison to other groups, their number was lacking. Something which she could change as she grew more in power, and had more resources to go and pull from.
So long as she had time to do so, this goal of hers to make Vampires more recognized, would be a reality. The path to doing so had already began when she decided to observe the different groups she met, looking for greater power. The knowledge would be shared with her own coven, though getting them to be like her, was a different matter entirely.
"We're meant to be secret. Though I'd rather bring recognition past what media can't provide."
All in all however, it was ironic in how he seemed to be in disbelief seeing as how he was a demon, whether he wanted to really admit that or not. For someone who was also older than her, and thus also saw the world longer than she had, it goes to show how much beliefs impacted things. In this case, it was how good her people were at hiding themselves.
Out of context, it wasn't really something she would consider to be a good trait, as it implied they were too weak to defend themselves. However, their secrecy could also be seen as an advantage, when it came to things.
The less people knew about her kin's heritage, the number of surprises they could bring. All the folktale and media that were floating around about Vampires, those who didn't know of her, could only guess what she was capable of.
Unlike when she had invited that Namekian, she hadn't revealed any of her forms at all. It was something she had less relied on, as time had gone and passed, where her own capabilities, allowed her to defend herself fine.
Her advice in what she was planning, seemed to not be taken as seriously as it should have been. Already witnessing the way he had fought, there was only two ways his next move could have really gone down. The first was a punch being thrown, likely to the face. While the second and last, was a kick being thrown, also likely to the face.
Effort and exertion that had been going on for awhile now, and yet, he was able to keep going. Impressive, really, though it made her wonder if she could possibly make it common enough for her to get people to accept a break, when she offered it. There was no real shame in leisure, and by the end of the day, strenuous activities would hurt.
But it was really their choice if they really wanted to be driven to the point of exhaustion. She had watched as he bent his knees a bit, having her believe that he was going to either focus that aura around him again, or charge at her. Seeing him not stop, she had assumed it was the latter. Though where he was going next, it was difficult to tell.
With her speed though, and being more used to this level of gravity, it shouldn't be anything to worry about. That was the thing about being a Vampire and young. As people got older, things they did when they were her age, didn't come as easily anymore. She had decades ahead of her, and being gifted strength that was above a human's, usually wasn't appropriate for someone her age to have. There were lots of things she had yet to learn, but that was what helped.
She wanted to get hit, and be reminded of what she was, past all of these heightened abilities. Though she was going to do it her way, rather than what the younger Saiyan had faced. Closing the gap between her and the man, it had turned out that the man was going for a punch to her side. That stinging of pain she had felt in her arm, as it went to stop the strike, was the first hit of several that she was willing to accept before she tired of this invitation.
As much speed as he was able to show with these movements, there were resources of power she had yet to tap into. Strength which she had held back, in order to even be able to have a chance to experience pain.
They were in her mansion, in her gravity room, using a machine which she was well acquainted with. To be defeated on her own property, it would be nothing short but a dream. These were limits she had imposed herself, after all.
While her other arm blocking the strike should have been enough to use as a springboard, in order to jump back, she had used her other arm to help out, in a manner efficient enough to not be further attacked. Movements which might even be comparable to taking off a bandage. Both of her arms now, were pressing into force meant to drive her back.
Already sensitive from earlier, the pain had only heightened as she dug in with her own force. Her fangs unintentionally retracted out from this well of emotions, before she was able to jump back, and throw her own blow.
This furthered Marcel's curiosity on this blood sucking race. It also explained why the man has never realized that this species actually exists. He wondered. If Vampires were actually real, then what of other seemingly fictional beings like Werewolves? The universe was a mysterious place indeed. Lady Rukia didn't seem all to pleased about this secrecy however if Marcel was hearing her correctly. Wanting to bring recognition to her race. Nothing wrong with that in the man's mind. But it did beg the question as to why these beings wanted to hide themselves. Was it by choice, or perhaps something else....? Instead of prying more into this now, Marcel decided to leave it alone, save this for another time.
They had a spar to do, and he didn't want to keep her waiting.
Marcel attempted to send a punch towards the Vampire's side as a sort of test to see how she would react seeing as she obviously had the advantage power wise. She blocked it which didn't surprise him, but what did catch his attention, causing him to raise his brows a bit was how she reacted. It seemed that blocking it with her arm did some sort of damage, enough to cause her to bring out those fangs of hers, the man getting a close up look of them before she bounced back. A very interesting sight. The girl was of course not finished as she sent her own blow towards the man! With eyes widened, the hybrid quickly crouched down to avoid the attack entirely. After that was done, Law placed a palm on the solid ground, and used it so he could twist his body some with a leg sticking out so he could try to trip up his opponent, trying to make her fall forward. If it were successful, the man would attempt to spring up, and send a punch towards the girl's stomach.
As this was going on, one could notice Marcel was no longer struggling as he was in the beginning. Without even noticing it himself, it appears that he has grown use to the gravity in this chamber, but it wasn't anything to celebrate about. He needed to focus on who was right in front of him right now, and hopefully not get himself too beat up.
(Dodged the blow using 25% + Melee finesse. 1230 PL) (Attempting to punch Rukia in the stomach for 205 PL if tripping her up is successful)
If there was anything she wanted to see the most out of these invitations she handed out to the mansion, it was to witness some kind of growth. Whether it be something she could witness with her own eyes, or something that could just be felt. Didn't matter if it came from her, or whoever she had invited. What mattered was that it was there.
What she had seen so far with this whole spar, had not only been her own growth, but also that of her guest. Having made ample uses of the gravity machine, it truly didn't take much to get used to the gravity around here.
But for those who weren't used to it, like her guest, the progress that came with adjusting, was a sight which had her eager to watch. It was slow, but it had been rather clear that he had gotten used to the extra pressure on the limbs around here. Though disappointingly, his mixed genes must have kept him from suffocating his lungs.
She had been hoping she would get to see another guest of hers, succumb to that kind of thing. It really sold the idea of just how much of a difference there was between her and those she took into observe and study.
This was her domain, and no matter how much any one of these guests, both past and future could try, she wasn't the likely one to lose in any of these spars. It was more of a pride thing, than anything else, as there wasn't any downsides to losing something she had personally suggested. But one would really have to try to beat her.
While those she had invited to the mansion, she had some kind of personal interest in, a majority of those who received her invitation, were oddly lacking in strength. She blamed it on their heritage being lost, thinking about it now. Those she thought were human, were actually just some being from space with her former race's image.
To meet a full-blooded anything, was what she looked more forward to, than any of these hybrids. Half of one culture could be sufficient enough to reason what a full-blooded species was actually like, though there was nothing wrong with being completely sure. Whether it was because earth was known as 'Planet Dirt' or something else entirely, meeting someone who was full-blooded was actually something that was easier said than done.
She would truly consider it to be rage inducing if not for her own patience, like how her opponent tended to do some fancy kick, which was usually aimed at her face. The one he was pulling off now, she couldn't say was surprising, since no one truly fell to the ground in a match, and just stayed there. It was unprecedented for him to have some kind of counter to back him up. When it truly came to bouts, speed could get one somewhere pretty far.
It wouldn't do any good for someone like her to not being moving around from one spot to the next, and she already had plenty of advantages over her opponent. That little leg sweep of hers, while it would take some energy to pull off dodging, like most of her movements, that tug on her limbs was what she likely enjoyed the most of this gravity.
To fight off what was trying so hard to put her to a stop, was a great testament into defining what she could or couldn't accomplish. This pressure was a product of her own choosing, after all, and to let it get the best of her would be ridiculous. It was painful, to have such weight suddenly shift, only to go away again after carrying out the action. She had simply jumped over that leg sweep, almost hoping she'd land and return her feeling of pain.
Though the limbs had retreated, and in its place was a punch that seemed to be aimed for her gut. An attempt which she had blocked with her forearms, the man's fist pressing into the skin which had already been tender.
The unfortunate thing about being in this position, at least for her opponent, was that she wasn't going to hesitate to push him away before he could pull back. It would create even more pressure against her arms, but there was just one thing she wanted those she invited into her mansion to know at some point, during their stay here.
Mastered Forms: Super Saiyan [x16], Super Saiyan 2 [x32], Super Saiyan 3 [x46]
Mastered God Forms: Super Saiyan God [x56], Super Saiyan Blue [x60]
Afterlife: Makaioken [x2-x10]
Advanced Scouter (Red), Perfect Medical Machine,
Training Dojo, Martial Arts School,
Palace of the King (Estate 75%)
Planet Yasai
Mothership (Star Javelin) +x2 Cargo Bay Adjustment
E.S. (Heaven's Arrow) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
E.S. (Brave Vesperia) +x2 Cargo Bay + Stealth
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