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Crouched near a punching back, a blonde woman stayed by a young child. The kid couldn’t have been more than eight and he was scrawny as anything. One punch after another he swung into this punching bag and every time Sarai would cheer for him. After ten, she told him to stop and the kid turned to her. Breathing a little hard, sweat dripping off his forehead. He looked a small bit downtrodden, his brown locks sticking to his skin and his baggy clothing all worn and wrinkled.
“You did great! Keep a center. Balance up and thrust your fist forward right at your target. You get a little unfocused when you get mad.”
Grinning the whole while, she gave instructions to the kid. Thrusting her own fist forward towards an imaginary goal in the air, the movement was swift and clean. Showing the boy her intentions and what she hoped for him to do. Throwing her head in the direction of the punching bag, she’d shift her weight to turn back towards it and get a good look at his movements once again.
“Gimme twenty five good ones and you’ll be done for the day!”
The boy almost seemed rejuvenated by the attitude, punching with more fervor into the bag and finding a center of focus.
“Yea yea that’s it! Five more!”
With each punch the kid threw he looked more tired, but he didn’t give up. To the last punch he followed her words and at the end turned to her with a large grin that rivaled the blonde woman’s own. He didn’t speak, but he seemed pleased through the sweat and breathing. Chuckling, Sarai would stand and put a hand to the kid’s back. Leading him back towards the entrance to the gym, his mother stood waiting. Grinning at the woman, she gave her a gloved thumbs up.
“He does well. Needs a bit of motivation, but he’s sturdy!”
The two spoke a bit more before the woman and her son parted. Leaving the gym with a waving Sarai behind. Looking to Hank, owner of said small gym, she’d flash him a grin, tap her fist to the counter twice, she headed back towards the punching bag she had been at. Her attire was much the same as normal, though she ditched the unneeded red shirt for just her sports bra. Punching into the bag with a fierce quickness, changing up her momentum and pattern for a kick or a knee to the training device, Blue would continue on with energy and joy. She still held that grin and it almost strengthened with every hit. Her abdomen tensed with her kicks, her baggy pants swishing about as she moved. Her attacks were solid and continual, a light sweat beginning to coat the skin of the young female.
Negi's inquiry towards no one was that of a curious one. Genuinely interested in the training centers located on the planet. Were they up to par with the needs of a powerful warrior such as himself? Or were they more in tune for the weak, fatty creatures who lacked strength called Earthlings? Come to think of it, Negi had to retract that idea. A lot of the encountered Earthlings he had come to contact with were strong in their own right. As a means of rephrasing, he'd have to wonder if this place was more for amateurs over serious fighters. That way of phrasing was much more accurate to his thoughts. He'd find out on his own. After all, Negi was a man of action rather than the type to sit back and idly wait for things to come to him. He hated being unprepared for things and exploration was the greatest means to discovery to him.
As he'd entered the gym a young boy and his mother would brush past him. He hadn't noticed anything special about them, thus resulting in him ignoring them and entering the training center. His eyes surveying the zone. Punching bags seemed to have their own designated area, weights in their own and others in theirs. It seemed organized from what he could understand. Good! It meant that some Earthlings took their training seriously and wanted the best possible results! Not that it mattered, anyways. Many of them ended up barely breaking ten or even nine in their power levels. But, effort was there. So, Negi would award them a gold star in that respect. Negi walked inside a bit more, reaching an area where a young Earthling was training. The one from earlier. He watched her attack the training device, interested in her drive. She struck with quite the ferocity. "Well, well.." He thought to himself. Impressed.Heavy Weights on.
Her movements felt heavenly. Every blow landed was just another reason to keep fighting on. It felt good. Not that teaching wasn’t fun or rewarding or whatever, but doing it herself was all the more energizing. Even if it was the end of the day and the sun would begin to lower, she wasn’t tired. Man. Things felt good. Training was a godsend to the young woman, ever since she was small. It’s why she asked Old Man Hank if she could work here. The guy even set her up with a room! Of course she had to work around the place, clean, teach lessons. But hey, that was life, right?
The door of the gym would open and reopen once again. Wondering if her student had forgotten something, Sarai stopped her movements a moment and glanced in the direction. Did she... recognize this man? She watched him for a moment, then became disinterested. Looking back to her punching bag and continuing her training. All in all, it was a simple gym. It was organized by type of equipment, but it had obviously seen better days. These few blocks weren’t the most... richly designed. People had lived her for generations and often got businesses passed down in that way as well. The machinery and items had seen wear and tear, but they were still of use.
Sarai would be halted again when she heard someone clear their throat. Hank. Chuckling to herself, she lowered her gloved fists again. Standing straight, running a hand through her hair to get the dampened locks out of her face and eyes, she’d glance again to the dark-haired man. Raising a hand in his direction, she’d be grinning much like she normally was. With a light jog-like pace, she’d come to stand directly in front of the man. Hands moving into fists and setting themselves upon her hips, she’d speak with the same energetic confidence that she oozed.
“Didn’t get enough of me this morning so you followed me home? Whatcha need, slick?”
Negi responded to the blonde Earthling with a smirk. His hands resting on his waist as he was spoken to by the employee of the gym. She was certainly confident in herself to speak to him like that. Such an attitude was rare among Earthlings such as herself. His head tilting to the side some as he began to speak back to her. "I was just looking around, is all. What I need is somethin' you can't give me, though," He said, his eyes moving about. Examining the gym further, then examining her, then Hank. Basically, it seemed as though he wanted to learn everything about the establishment. An action that took about five seconds before he got the whole place in his head. An idea did spring into his head. His eyes locked back onto the blonde fighter.
"I do need to train. Unfortunately, I don't think you can keep up with me. So, I'll be using the training bags, if that's alright." Negi spoke in a matter of fact like tone, pointing his index finger to one of the many punching bags available for use. He'd certainly make use of them alright. Negi moved from his idle position, taking a nice, red bag. His bare knuckles being cracked as he put his fist in one palm. Alternating to the other once each finger was taken care of. His arms stretched out as to not catch any cramps or accidentally tear something apart. "Unless you can? That'd be something, wouldn't it?" Negi said, almost beckoningly. As if he wanted to train with this small female.
The spikey haired male wouldn’t detract from the female’s grin in the least. He may have called her runt, but a variety of names could be shared among those in the gym. She felt no ill will nor any more competition than her normal mood. Though.. her competitiveness typically remained high. Seeing his smirk, Sarai felt nothing was amiss.
“What can’t I give you?”
The words were instantly out of her mouth like she was missing out on some important detail. Excited to remedy the situation and just overall prove that this spikey haired dude was dead wrong! She could totally step up to whatever game he was playing! She watched him look about and resisted the urge to wave a hand in front of his face. He was looking around, that couldn’t hurt. But dannggg answer her!
He spoke about using the training bags and walked away from her. Raising a brow, she’d turn her body to watch his movements in a very obvious manner. He took his time, walking over to the punching bag, cracking his knuckles, taunting her on. The blonde woman would chuckle, dropping her hands from her waist as she moved towards him.
“Gym users generally need to sign up and pay.”
She spoke about the typical rules of a gym. Membership and all that nonsense that kept the place running. But as she got closer, the girl would plant her left foot down and instead of carrying forward with another step, she’d be somewhat behind him and two his right. Shifting her weight quickly on the left foot, she brought her right from the ground in a swift motion and her body weight behind it, aiming to kick the man directly in the side. The whole while grinning, she’d speak once more in her motions.
“Oh?” Negi sounded. His head turning some as he was followed. His eyes catching the girl’s body moving and changing in the position of her limbs. She was getting ready for something. Just as he wanted. Negi’s head moved once more, his face towards the punching back. His muscles began to tense up, preparing for impact. Her selected area seemed to be the Saiyans abdomen, specifically his side. The sudden, blunt impact of her shin striking him had been softened only by the mere fact that he had taken advantage of his speed. Only to defend with his forearm, nullifying her pain the best he could. His smirk remained plastered along his face, his dark eyes searching hers. “Good, I'm glad you can do me such a favor, runt.” Negi said, a playful tone embed in his voice. His arm jerked back to his body, the intent to force Sarai to take her leg back. Negi walking back a few steps before assuming a stance. A simple boxer’s pose, his fists raised by his face and his body closed for defense.
“Go,” Negi nodded, getting close to the woman. Beginning their sparring match for real, a series of light punches thrown out. Each following a song like rhythm. The type you'd think to make a catchy song. His fists going left, right, left, right, left, left. Simple, as Negi could outright tell Sarai was not a ridiculously powerful fighter. What she was, however, was a confident woman who had some serious heart. Something anyone, even Negi, could respect. In fact, Sarai had won his respect already. Far faster than most Earthlings could. Negi’s motions seemed a bit sluggish, however. As each attack was light and medium in speed. The weight on his torso the cause of his decreased speed. He hoped this girl would provide the fun and growth he sought. Also, a potential acquaintance. Friend, even. Something even a fighter with a mission like Negi could use. Granted, he had Broca. But, a new friend wouldn't kill him. Not too much, anyway.
Her leg swung through the air, power behind it and of course a center of balance and focus. She’d hit him in the middle of the side no doubt! He was faster than the blonde thought. His forearm met with her shin with a surprising amount of resistance. Before she could snap her leg away from him, she felt the force come from the man. Pushing her leg backwards away from him and trying to throw her off balance. It probably would have, though she kept her body and control and utilized the momentum to gain a small bit of distance and hop backwards.
“Anything to make you smile, pup!”
Clearly she was handing him back with a slightly insulting pet name with the same amount of joy and playfulness that he shined upon her. Her feet both securely upon the ground once again, she’d shift her weight energetically from one side to the other. Raising her arms, fists lightly kept in front of her, she’d mimick him almost in mockery. He was grinning, so was she. The thought of a fight was adrenaline inducing. So what if he was stronger? So what if he might pound her into the ground! She could be victorious in the end! That was the power of the angeleans!
Go.
And it begun, each one of them moved in, Sarai possibly with more vigor than him. One hit to her shoulder, one to her forearm, she would both take a few hits and block them as she utilized the rhythm and checked for his speed. Then, her aim would be made known. Her one gloved hand would remove itself from a fist. Opening up, she’d aim to grab the last punch he had thrown so far. Pulling him, but more than likely pulling herself into him as well as using the ground to move her forward, the woman would spin into his arms like near a dance. But the end game was simple, end of the spin into his arms she’d aim to shove an elbow directly into his face.
It appeared this girl could really handle herself. The way she maneuvered and reacted to his punches was quite impressive. Negi would have to really make her work here. The Saiyan watched his Angelean partner weave his blows and keep up. Her choice of action interesting, as she began to dance with Negi. The man instinctively guiding her body around his, her own spin aided by the fluid motions created by him. The moment she had closed in, her elbow came to contact with his cheek. He winced slightly, but was totally unfazed otherwise. His cheek smooshed in but his eyes remaining on her. He chose to go on the passive route here, as he dashed away a few inches. Keeping their distance quite close. Once more, Negi began attacking. Punching few times and kicking with timed roundhouses. Many of his blows aimed for her sides. He was sure she could take more than this, however.
Her arms were a bit sore, not something that would slow her or deter her but the man definitely packed a punch! The two moved together, watching and taking eachother’s blows as if it was expected and enjoyed. A dance among fighters. The grin never left the female’s lips. It was too much fun. Spinning into her partner, she’d throw her elbow for his face. A direct hit! Right into his cheek. Sinking in with a solid thunk and providing a small wince from the confident man.
Just like when she had punched the demon man, it didn’t effect him much but a hit was a hit! She couldn’t help but be pleased. What she didn’t’ expect was his retreat. No matter how small it was. He was much more forward than that, this was mercy for her sake. The instant she realized that, she continued moving in. His punches would come, he was quick, but just a fraction too late. She was already within his swings and arms. Side of her body aimed to slam into his with her arm leading and the rest of her soon to follow, she meant to literally force him off his feet.
His kick would be her danger. If he was fast enough, he could throw her directly from her position before she had too much force on him. She’d be the one thrown and have to recover. However, if she hit him before this and got him thrown, she’d continue her momentum forward, jumping, she was going to bring her elbow down upon him and bring him to his knees.
It seemed that this woman could only continue to impress him with her reaction speed and ideas in battle. His punches, although pulled, were meaningless to her. As she was already in his personal AO and slammed into him. Their bodies colliding into one another, yes, but it hadn't stopped him from continuing his kick. The advantage had gone to him, as he had forced her to fall and need recovery. The momentum she seemed to be so bent on utilizing, so confident in, was used against her and forced her to be need the time in order to regain her overall composure. Points couldn't be taken from her. It was more than impressive that she was able to make Negi work and use new ideas to defeat and throw her off her game. This woman was interesting. Negi wanted to learn more. And he would, through the most intimate way of getting to knowing someone: battle.
It went without say that Nego followed up on his sparring opponent's state of recovery. Following her to the ground and issuing a light punch to the abdomen. The blow hard enough to send a light jolt of pain but not enough to totally incapacitate her there. Such attacks were actually barred from him, as he set up a mental block for himself. He'd want this battle to last its entirety, uncut and free from potential obstacles. The two of them would spar til they could no longer move. That was the proper form of training in Negi's eyes. Any other way was meaningless and meant the maximum amount of growth was not in hands. Negi's punch would be solitary. As movements after were simply to wait and hold for her to rise up. He'd focus on guarding or outright letting her attack. If his muscle was being beat, it still meant it was being torn. And therefore, meant that it could be replenished far stronger. He could take anything he was given!
Success again! Sarai could feel her arm connect with his body, her own frame continuing forward to take the man out! This was how it was done, baby! She could feel his body moving with hers, them moving together just like she planned. But once again... he threw off her intentions. It was too late to get out of range of an attack when she was directly there. Due to her positioning, the connecting force from his leg to her body wouldn’t be overly painful, but it would be forceful. He had the strength within him to send her flying with near any movement of his.
The power of his leg took the blonde’s body to the side. She hadn’t knocked him off his feet and she was skidding across a gym floor. Her grin was still there, amused. This was fun to her. There was a light wince in her expression as her dampened skin would stick to the floor she was dragged across by his kick, but other than that no matter.
Before she could get to her feet, the man who hadn’t lost his footing was upon her. Above her, he tightened a fist and sent it towards her abdomen. Tightening it, his hand would meet muscle upon impact. It would still hurt, forcing the muscles and trying to get the air from her body. But he held back, it kept her from hurling on the floor right there at least. With a gasping chuckle, Sarai braced her hands against the floor. Legs together, she’d throw her knees to the right side and keep them below his body. Then immediately bring them back. She aimed to drive her calves and back of her knees into the side of his body and abdomen, once again trying to force him from his feet and possibly to the ground just beside her.
"Eh?" Negi cocked a brow, watching as his opponent hit the floor, only to come back up. Instinctively, his feet digging into the ground as best they could, refusing to let him crash down. Unfortunately, the amount of force and momentum she had surmised was more than enough to knock the Saiyan down to the floor. His hands softening the impact, but his person hitting the ground with a sounding thump! Recovery was by no means an issue, though. As Negi simply sprouted right back up. His side stinging from the attack, but not outright hurting him. It was obvious his partner here was having some serious fun. He was actually having fun himself. As strange as it may have had seemed, he was really having fun fighting this woman. Well, it wasn't a fight per se. But, it was something. She was giving him a small run for his money. Negi's lips had finally curved into a full-on, genuine smile. Something reserved only for special occasions. Like if someone was getting destroyed and he saw it, or a disaster struck a group of individuals who deserved took place. The good stuff. Negi relished in being a Saiyan. Frankly, bad stuff happening to people was like Saturday morning cartoons. The type of stuff he could kick back and just laugh at all day. With each move he and his opponent issued, the man felt himself become more and more worn. At a very sluggish pace, mind you. But even then, Sarai was making her dents in the fortress he often called his body.
"Slacking eh?" Negi grunted, wincing a little. The side of his abdomen stinging continuously, but he had to continue. "Go!" He shouted, beginning to attack. Launching strong straights and hooks toward the woman's torso. Several straights aimed for her chest in it's most basic form while his hooks were aimed to strike her lower torso.
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Pushing him with her legs and her hands stuck to the ground, she’d press up with her arms. Lifting her body and using it as extra force to carry through with getting him to the ground as well as getting her body off the floor. Within the final moments of her legs being in contact with him, she’d put a little bit of extra force to essentially kick off of him. Sending her lower body in the opposite direction and giving a hard push against the ground with her arms. In the end, she was on her feet when her opponent barely hit the ground.
The blonde would catch the man’s smile and instantly brighten up. “Now you’re getting it, pup!” She’d exclaim gleefully at his positive reaction. The blonde would rush for him in the next moments, just as he’d question her and then holler GO! There would be an undeniable rush and joy to this blonde woman. Her heart was pumping with excitement with every moment that passed. She couldn’t hit him if she didn’t get in close though, and that’s where she wanted to be. As she moved in, he threw a strong attack at her, his fist connecting with her chest and even making a staggering halt to her forwardness and setting her back a few inches. The second swing would barely graze her in the moments she was regaining her thoughts and body.
Her chest stung and her breath had escaped in one horridly painful rush. A mock glare crossing her features, she’d suck oxygen back in and re-approach. Lowering her stance, she meant to go under his punches. Make sure her head stayed untouched, throw two swift punches for his abdomen and wait for the moment to strike with an uppercut into his jaw. Using her legs and body to force all of herself up and into the hit.
"Hah," Negi laughed aloud. The man still trying to understand how someone like Sarai could have so much courage. Was it possible she knew he wouldn't inflict any mortal damage to her body or person? No, she couldn't have had known he was limiting himself in how much he was putting out. She was simply confident. That must've been it. If it was, then wow. Negi was truly impressed and captivated by the hardiness of Sarai. More Humans should have strived to be like her and reflect her actions and attitude towards adversity. Negi watched her duck beneath his blows, his punches soaring right over her and attacking nothing but the air before him. His mouth opening a bit as his abdomen was attacked by swift blows. Air stolen from him and forcing him to open up his defenses. His arms opening wide and revealing his chest and jaw, to which Sarai apparently had a plan ready. Her fist coming to contact with the man's chin. Like before, however, Negi had wanted to stay rooted. Refusing to leave the ground, but still snarling from the amount of pain he had endured from this little lady's quick yet powerful move. Negi recovered fairly quickly, though. As he sprung right back to stance and engaged Sarai.
This time around, though, the Saiyan would attack aggressively. Far more than before, rather. As he had given her rhythmic hand strings, this round such would be turned onto it's head. He began attacking slowly and then faster, alternating. His balled up fists clenched tight and his knuckles homing in for key areas. His goal to throw Sarai off completely. Several punches had gone towards her chest, some to her abdomen and one to her chin. Granted, he did pull his punches, he expected she would be able to adapt. Even then, Negi planned to really mess with her. As he had thrown the fist towards her cranium, he had instantly halted. Essentially feinting an attack in hopes of faking the woman out and scaring her into a temporary submission. Had this been the case of success, the surging Saiyan only then would lift himself from the ground with a light hop of the foot. His attack aimed to smash his knee into her chin and knock her onto her hind end for once. However! His plan was up to chance, as he didn't want this to end quickly. He was truly having a blast sparring with this Angelean woman.
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All was going according to plan! She may have gotten a few hits to the chest that she didn’t particularly want and breathing was a little straining, but she got beneath his punches. She was racing towards him. One gloved fist struck him in the abdomen, then another. Hitting him and trying to throw him off and get the upper hand. He was holding back, Sarai knew that. But she didn’t quite know how much. Forcing her body upwards, springing off of her feet and putting as much force behind the punch as she felt was sufficient without throwing off her whole rhythm, she connected with his jaw. A bright grin on her face at the success, she was going to go for another hit with the opposite arm, square in the chest.
But the man recovered more quickly than she had anticipated. His hand struck forward and sent her back. Instead of her getting him, he’d land straight on her sternum. Knocking the air from her and shooting pain through her chest and lungs. Wincing somewhat, she’d stumble back but not far enough away to escape his continuing blows. She’d raise her arms, blocking with the forearm. This assisted somewhat. Slow blows, then fast blows. They were coming harder and with less of a precise rhythm. This is what he was holding back.
The woman would chuckle weakly, she was obviously joyous in what she was doing, but the weakness would come from the damage inflicted upon her sternum. That was a lasting pain. Her arms were growing near numb from the continue battering his fists were causing them. She would take careful steps back, keeping herself on her feet but trying to lessen the immediate force that he was throwing forward. Then she’d see an opening. This next his was coming higher.
Throwing her forearm to the side and dashing forward. Her arm would collide with his wrist before he got to his halting feinting point. Sarai wouldn’t know that it was a distraction. Her rushing forward was to strike with her opposite arm. She wanted to shove her forearm directly into this throat. Unfortunately for her, his followup had been his knee. Negi moved forward as well, his knee coming up and making contact. With her positioning and rush, it wasn’t her chin he succeeding in attacking.
“Fuck...”
The woman barely gasped out, the knee colliding with her upper abdomen and bottom portion of her sternum. The arm that went to hit for his throat would immediately be catching for her own stomach like it might assist with some of the pain as she crumpled to the floor coughing. Her other hand bracing against the hard floor, bright eyes would look up to the saiyan. Somehow, that grin was still there.
“Sneaky bastard, aren’t ya?”
The voice was quieter, but she was obviously kidding and somewhat goading him on. With a few more moments of gaining her breath, Sarai would get to her feet again. A bit shakily, but return, her fists and forearms back up as if saying she was ready.
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