Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2017 17:10:10 GMT -5
She understood the stories about this place.
It was confidential information, locked away by access cards and fingerprint scans, but one of the files stored away in the Capsule Corp datamines, was about planet Namek. The file told of how this place had been attacked once before, and the motives as to why, being revolved around this planet's dragon balls and their own dragon.
Things she had already knew from being told about it by a Namekian, she was still hoping to encounter on this planet, but that wasn't what struck her interest. The thing that kept her reading, beyond it being history of a planet she hadn't visited at that point in time, was the kind of destruction that had supposedly went on back then.
Enough to where they had to go and create another planet to live on. Just how much power had the beings who done it, had? That kind of intel was uncertain, and only something that was estimated to be around a power level of a hundred thousand. Though she would have bet the carnage must have been around her own level.
Not a surprise, knowing she had a certain technique, that she was quite certain could cause the same destruction. It would be so easy to do so too, but morals were a finicky thing. Destroy a planet, and the inhabitants that lived there, and she would go on to make herself a target. Be banned from her place of creation.
What would she even gain from it? A display of power was only meaningful against an opponent, but even then, the destruction of this planet would provide more losses than anything. The loss of culture from the people who lived here, excluding the refugees who were temporarily calling this planet their home.
She was sure with the simplicity of a Namekian, there was also likely to be some techniques in the field of medicine, which her own planet wouldn't have known about. There didn't seem to be much commerce here after all. Not the kind of fighting that she became so accustomed to involving herself in either.
At least before the refugees had made their mark here. These people were essentially waiting for a war that she felt like wouldn't come, no matter how much she had told her own crew of travelers that it would. How it was something they should go and train for, knowing that the leader wasn't talking out of his ass.
She did want to have faith in these people. Wanted to show that her own forces were entirely separate, from the forces of their own planet, knowing how the leader of the alliance here, merely lumped the both of them together. As if she wasn't the sort to stand out, and simply just some kind of number. She loathed that reason so much.
At the beginning, her reason for leaving her old coven, was because she had disgraced her own beliefs, having succumbed to a blood frenzy. Traveling alone, was supposed to have been temporary, until she had grown strong enough to control her more vampiric urges. But life never went the way one expected it to.
As she grew more in power, and met people that took her interest, her lust for blood only grew stronger. Enough to where every growth she had, where she came rather close to a new transformation, felt as if it would never die out.
That she would keep going on and become a slave to a thirst for blood. But then she had reached a state where that hunger lessened, and as she had grew more in strength, things had gotten much better than they had been.
She had been happy to be apart of a coven, but having grown in ways that she recalled many of those she had knew hadn't, it was clear that she was meant for better things. That she wasn't just a number, and that the power that she had gained, she could use for her own purposes. Her own goals. She no longer would have to follow the orders of someone else, and instead be the one to give them. It had came true, of course.
A good number of those she had met, traveling around, and had taken under her guidance, were far better than she had been. There were more Countess of The Night Vampires in the world, thanks to her own doing.
With a little more work, she knew they could become Matriarchs like her. Striking fear into lesser covens, and controlling their actions undisputed. But she supposed good things came to an end. Had a tendency to do so, really.
Here on this planet, among these refugees, it was like she back in her old coven again. Only instead of being happy, she was just wishing for the ordeal to be over with. Where was the respect that she had built up in her travels?
The recognition that she had power, which could make people quake? She was only short of seventeen, and could blow this planet up if she wanted. But being treated as an equal wasn't enough for her. She was much better.
Though nothing was really keeping her from leaving the planet. From just leaving these people to defend themselves. She had already done so numerous times, to attend to things at Capsule Corp, but leaving her allies behind.
What kept her coming back, beyond not wanting to leave her resources behind, was simple. Even with her distaste of how she and her forces were viewed, missing what sounded like an event similar in destruction, to the Saiyan Outpost on the Southern Islands, just wasn't something that sat well with her. It was free reign to do as she wished to a planet that was likely to die once more, if she were to truly believe the leader of both factions were powerful.
To fight someone that weren't just her own allies, or a lowly hybrid who made themselves rather clear they had lost their culture, viewing her as something less than what she had already shown them. A sigh had escaped her lips, her eyes flicking over to the orb of ki forming in her hand, pinkish in color, and pulsing as it waited.
Just a measly sample of her power, and one able to easily knock back a person. But it was nothing anyone else on the planet, couldn't have done the same. The orb in her hand phased out of existence, as she stopped the supply of ki she had been concentrating, in annoyance at the thought. Though it wasn't really something she planned to use anyway.
Shifting her weight upright, her hands had pressed into the smooth material, of the roof that she had been lying on. The cries of battles were all around her, and she could feel numerous power levels rising in the air.
Combined altogether or in pairs, they could have just as easily destroyed the planet themselves. But their motives, while it did adhere to the orders she gave them, didn't share her display of power on such a scale.
These people were content with beating other to exhaustion, or immobilization, which given some time in the healing tank, would easily fix up. Nevertheless, the sights around her were rather satisfactory, after her own troubles.
She had blocked out all of the noise in her moment, and everything that she was sensing now, reminded her of how she could be in a battle. All of those times that she had sought to train under the gravity of a machine, and once during a world tournament, had even sworn that she was going to complete the limits of said machine all the way through.
But plans changed. That was just how life worked. The machine she had no longer interested her as much as it used to back in the day, knowing how much things had changed, as she became a Matriarch of her kin, and allies had seen similar growth. They still used the facilities, much more than her, but fighting outside was more preferable.
Though not in the kind of way that they had once started with. Her group, having mostly consisted of Vampires like herself, beyond both the Majin and a few others, now trained in forms they had just seemed to acquire a taste for.
The young Saiyan had combined both her Super Saiyan transformation, and her bulking state against both the Majin and Supidoan. While her kin, with their red eyes and elongated fangs, ascended to their Countess of The Night forms.
Each strike that they made, every blow struck with ki, brought along bouts of power that reminded her of her own. The energy around was just satisfying, though would be even better if she could go and experience such efforts herself.
Training wasn't something she partook in anymore as much as she had used to. Challenges by those who served under her, were still things she gladly accepted, although they were never what she considered to be much of a fight on her end.
Not like before. A similar issue she knew the Majin felt, but the thing about issues, was that she cared more about her own. So long as the fleshy pink girl wasn't distracted, it wasn't a problem in her eyes. The Majin could deal with it herself, like most people dealt with their issues. She had managed to do so fine on her own, given the time.
Her descent off of the rooftop of her mansion, was a simple slide down to the ground, where she had turned her back around all of the fighting, and ventured back into her mansion. It was where the only gravity machine lied, and the place she preferred to do any form of training, if any where to really be done. She knew that it would help as well, even though with what transformations she had in hand, it wouldn't feel like there was any progress going on.
The mind could be a tricky thing, able to be fully intent on making the worst out of a situation, under the right circumstances. But like how bodybuilders worked on building muscles in their arms naturally, any effort with her gravity machine, was one she knew would have an impact. At least, until she had grown beyond a Matriarch Vampire.
The door of the mansion was closed behind her, and ignoring what was going on outside, it truly did feel like she was back at the beginning. No one around to greet her as she entered, and her own footsteps easily sounding in her ears.
But that was but an illusion to her reality now. A power level had came from deeper within the mansion, the source of which came to her mind, in the image of the Kold Demon, she had met some time ago. Things were properly established between them now, as they reached an understanding. She still loathed the being she knew had the potential to go beyond even her own growth, but like how the saying tending to go, it was best to keep her enemies closer.
All of the panting that revealed itself, as she stepped into the gravity room, brought a sense of nostalgia as she entered. Her eyes had landed on the Kold Demon, who instead of the form she had met it at, was in what it called its true form. Much taller than its first one, but still just as mocking to her, looking at its ever changing bio-armor.
"Why, hello. Fancy a turn yourself?"
A cough had been let out, and she knew it was an excuse to gather its breathing, before it had greeted her in that sickeningly polite tone. She still wasn't going to let herself be fooled that it wouldn't destroy everything she had built up for herself, or kill off any of the allies she had gathered, if it could only get strong enough.
Something she had compared it, to the young Saiyan apart of her group, and an analogy it still managed to politely disagree with. But it must be thinking something completely different in its head, compared to its outside behavior. What she had heard about its people, just went against the idea that anything less was really possible.
"There's no need for that. I was actually hoping we'd have a spar, being the only ones without a partner."
"I see."
She had stopped the Kold Demon, as it turned its back against her, seeming to head over to the machine to lower the gravity. Its politeness still didn't falter, though she recognized its response to be the usual answer it gave, and frustratingly so. Turning back to face her, its breathing slowing down, as it got into its own position.
When it came to fighting, she was never one to really worry about what stance someone took, outside of what tells it had provided. But a creature like this made it so easy to rethink her usual decision. There was nothing special that she could see, other than the way it lightly swished its tail, and this hadn't been their first fight either.
But having agreed to give it free reign, somewhat like the others, she couldn't be sure if there was any real differentiation it just wasn't revealing to her at the moment. Her eyes had turned a piercing red, and retracted fangs were fully elongated, as she left the doorway of the gravity room, where she entered within the range of the machine.
The sudden weight over her body, was like a building collapsing onto her shoulders. A feeling that had stayed with her, until she had sped forward towards the gravity machine, alerting the Kold Demon who lunged forward with its tail.
For a moment between her original position, and that of the gravity machine, the weight on her shoulders had disappeared. It was like the machine had shut off, and she was just walking in normal gravity. But as she had stopped, the weight had came back, and she was reminded of how things used to be for her training under gravity.
Heavy limbs, which had required all of her effort to even move. Though now, while her limbs did get heavy, it was only when she had stopped. The alien had completely missed its intended target, and had to stop itself after realizing just what was going on. She hadn't paid it much mind, her eyes instead gazing down to see where the dial was turned at.
Thirty times gravity. About ten more from where she remembered she had last worked up to, and something it didn't have in common with her allies. They had always been a little bit under where she was working on, and seeing them always struggle when she had turned the dial to where she was, only proved at just how ahead she was of them.
"I have to applaud your efforts. They're far higher than where the others had been, with their uses of the machine."
She moved forward again, relishing in how freely she was able to move, and threw a punch at the Kold Demon, who tensed up once again. Though its efforts weren't one that would go to waste again. The alien, though did make an effort to block her attack with its arms, just couldn't withstand the punch she gave, which she had threw seriously.
It had made the Kold Demon slide back, its tail likely being the thing that kept it from falling. Her arm had tensed up from the weight of the gravity, and she savored the pain from it, as she remained still. Waiting for it to get up.
"I'm...glad I could be of use."
A cough was let out by the alien, who had gotten up rather shakily, visibly tensing from the impact of the gravity as it did. She doubted it really felt the way she had though, being reminded of how gravity like this still affected her.
It might not have been like it used to, but she would say things were better off this way. As good as it would be to master the limits of this machine, she was likely to only be reminded of how long she had been to this planet.
Exploring wasn't something she had really done anymore either, but she would still always enjoy the familiar surroundings of her home in West City, over somewhere different. Though if business called for travel, it wasn't something that would be neglected. Moving her arm back to her side, she found it easy to recognize just where the rest of this was likely to head. Even at its best, the Kold Demon still wasn't able to get a hit on her like it wanted.
She was too fast for it, and miles ahead of it in power level. Most would likely quit or knock out their opponent in such a scenario. But she had came here to experience what the others out there were. If that meant having to give the alien a few free shots to even start working up a sweat, then she was going to do just that if she needed to.
"You know, I really like sending you to the healing tank."
There was nothing stopping her from just grabbing one of the others as a sparring partner, if she had really wanted to. It would have been a better fit, really. Though if they were going to have an established relationship together, she was going to make use of it. She was already getting pretty tired of watching it fall over so much.
Most of the pain she was feeling, came from stopping in place, rather than be hit the way she expected. Where was that thin beam of the Kold Demon? Something that precise was like fighting someone with a sword. She could use more experience with fighting such opponents, if it meant helping take them down, before they got the best of her.
"Yes, you've made that quite apparent."
As soon as the alien had gotten up, its narrow eyes not matching the polite tone it always spoke with, she had charged forward again. Rather than actually hit it however, she had simply appeared in front of it. Enough to have the Kold Demon strike her if it was quick enough, but that wasn't something she would just easily go and give.
Before the swinging of its tail, she had already moved back, causing it to strike the air again. But it hadn't been her only rather close experience. Appearing in one spot, and reappearing in the next, was something she had done in their first battle, with the time she stayed in one place lessening with each of her appearances.
She wanted the alien to remember what the taste of defeat was. How in their first battle, she had increasingly driven it to the point where it could do nothing but back away from her strikes. Most of all though, she wanted to see how much patience it had. Whether or not she could have it break away from its politeness, and into rage.
Light, but quick punches were thrown at it, barely with the kind of power that she had previously placed to knock it back. They were blocked as one would expect, with both her and the Kold Demon moving around the room from dodging each other's blows. Her persistence with holding on longer to the feeling of gravity on her body, gave the impression the strikes she was receiving as a counter, had more weight behind them than they really did. The pain was satisfying.
She was also starting to work up a bit of sweat, but not more than what she was driving the alien to feel. She could visibly see how its muscles kept tensing, though rather than give up, it continued. Veins were irritated and bulged out, truly proving how much of a gap there was between she and the Kold Demon. As much as it was struggling however, and how she was expecting it to really abandon its air of politeness, that part had never really came.
Its eyes were narrowed, sure, but that didn't really prove what it thought. Moving back much more than her moving forward, she could tell that it was likely getting tired. With it having relied more on its physical strength, rather than the use of ki, she was sure it would turn to that, if she kept pushing it to. Allowing it to give up, when she hadn't felt as if she was done with this spar, was unacceptable. It should know that full well by now too.
Like she had said earlier, she was going to beat it to the point where it would be in the healing tank again. Barely alive and suffering from pain as it slowly recovered. This was part of the relationship they had established.
The excitement in her movements, became rather obvious, as her appearances were back to being something the alien could actually hit, though its attacks hadn't really even budged her position. An aura of ki increasingly flowed around her, but her much lowered power level had remained the same, so the Kold Demon wasn't simply knocked aside.
What blows were sent by the alien, had all but ceased, as she proved time and time again, that she was leagues ahead of it. Its muscles, while never stopped tensing, she could tell were stopped in place similar to what she had done.
Like carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, and embracing the pain rather than shying away from it. If the Kold Demon truly wanted to grow stronger, it was going to have to endure this like everyone else had.
Find a resolve that was enough to continue persevering in ways that, with enough of it, there would no longer be a need to really train as hard as it once had to. Be able to effortlessly sustain a transformation, like it wasn't one.
The first wave of ki that came from the alien, she had allowed to hit her. What sight of it hurriedly throwing those precised beams, she had found to be rather amusing, before her vision was blocked by the number sent her way.
Her body had tensed up in a way that her position had to be shifted, through what cloud of smoke started to appear from the combined blasts, if she hadn't want to be knocked back. Its panting couldn't have been more apparent than before in her ears, mixed in with her own ones, which although ragged, were more quiet than the Kold Demon's own.
The moment the firing had ceased however, she had launched her own. Ki surrounded her fists, and much like what she had been doing, she appeared from place to place, as she made her way around the room. The exhausted alien, wouldn't even get the chance to retaliate, as she threw punches at the air. Wind was created, knocking away what was left of the smoke from the blasts, and what it would find itself feeling, right before she threw a solid punch in its gut.
The blow was enough to knock it back, and had enough power behind it meant to knock the alien out. She watched with satisfaction, even while muscles felt the collapse of the gravity as her movements ceased, her eyes watching the Kold Demon's body slam into the wall, knocking it out. Bruises lied all over its body, some parts of it purple, and carrying the faintest smell of blood. Though her own condition wasn't much better, having her own bruises around.
But not enough to make it difficult to move. Sore, maybe. Nothing a trip to the healing tank on the ship, wouldn't take care of however. This spar might not have been like her ones with the others, but she found satisfaction nonetheless. Here amongst her own group, and especially while fighting the Kold Demon, she found comfort.
Was reminded she wasn't just a number, like she was seen as on this planet. Something she hoped to change, if only this war that she was expecting, would just arrive. She had people to die for her, if it really came to such.
But she expected for them to be beaten to exhaustion, more than anything else. She highly doubted the soldiers of another faction, could really prove to be as strong as their leader, if her own group was any indication.
Her footsteps, along with the Kold Demon's body being dragged, echoed in the quiet air of the mansion.
WC: 4,126
Thread PL: 232,363
It was confidential information, locked away by access cards and fingerprint scans, but one of the files stored away in the Capsule Corp datamines, was about planet Namek. The file told of how this place had been attacked once before, and the motives as to why, being revolved around this planet's dragon balls and their own dragon.
Things she had already knew from being told about it by a Namekian, she was still hoping to encounter on this planet, but that wasn't what struck her interest. The thing that kept her reading, beyond it being history of a planet she hadn't visited at that point in time, was the kind of destruction that had supposedly went on back then.
Enough to where they had to go and create another planet to live on. Just how much power had the beings who done it, had? That kind of intel was uncertain, and only something that was estimated to be around a power level of a hundred thousand. Though she would have bet the carnage must have been around her own level.
Not a surprise, knowing she had a certain technique, that she was quite certain could cause the same destruction. It would be so easy to do so too, but morals were a finicky thing. Destroy a planet, and the inhabitants that lived there, and she would go on to make herself a target. Be banned from her place of creation.
What would she even gain from it? A display of power was only meaningful against an opponent, but even then, the destruction of this planet would provide more losses than anything. The loss of culture from the people who lived here, excluding the refugees who were temporarily calling this planet their home.
She was sure with the simplicity of a Namekian, there was also likely to be some techniques in the field of medicine, which her own planet wouldn't have known about. There didn't seem to be much commerce here after all. Not the kind of fighting that she became so accustomed to involving herself in either.
At least before the refugees had made their mark here. These people were essentially waiting for a war that she felt like wouldn't come, no matter how much she had told her own crew of travelers that it would. How it was something they should go and train for, knowing that the leader wasn't talking out of his ass.
She did want to have faith in these people. Wanted to show that her own forces were entirely separate, from the forces of their own planet, knowing how the leader of the alliance here, merely lumped the both of them together. As if she wasn't the sort to stand out, and simply just some kind of number. She loathed that reason so much.
At the beginning, her reason for leaving her old coven, was because she had disgraced her own beliefs, having succumbed to a blood frenzy. Traveling alone, was supposed to have been temporary, until she had grown strong enough to control her more vampiric urges. But life never went the way one expected it to.
As she grew more in power, and met people that took her interest, her lust for blood only grew stronger. Enough to where every growth she had, where she came rather close to a new transformation, felt as if it would never die out.
That she would keep going on and become a slave to a thirst for blood. But then she had reached a state where that hunger lessened, and as she had grew more in strength, things had gotten much better than they had been.
She had been happy to be apart of a coven, but having grown in ways that she recalled many of those she had knew hadn't, it was clear that she was meant for better things. That she wasn't just a number, and that the power that she had gained, she could use for her own purposes. Her own goals. She no longer would have to follow the orders of someone else, and instead be the one to give them. It had came true, of course.
A good number of those she had met, traveling around, and had taken under her guidance, were far better than she had been. There were more Countess of The Night Vampires in the world, thanks to her own doing.
With a little more work, she knew they could become Matriarchs like her. Striking fear into lesser covens, and controlling their actions undisputed. But she supposed good things came to an end. Had a tendency to do so, really.
Here on this planet, among these refugees, it was like she back in her old coven again. Only instead of being happy, she was just wishing for the ordeal to be over with. Where was the respect that she had built up in her travels?
The recognition that she had power, which could make people quake? She was only short of seventeen, and could blow this planet up if she wanted. But being treated as an equal wasn't enough for her. She was much better.
Though nothing was really keeping her from leaving the planet. From just leaving these people to defend themselves. She had already done so numerous times, to attend to things at Capsule Corp, but leaving her allies behind.
What kept her coming back, beyond not wanting to leave her resources behind, was simple. Even with her distaste of how she and her forces were viewed, missing what sounded like an event similar in destruction, to the Saiyan Outpost on the Southern Islands, just wasn't something that sat well with her. It was free reign to do as she wished to a planet that was likely to die once more, if she were to truly believe the leader of both factions were powerful.
To fight someone that weren't just her own allies, or a lowly hybrid who made themselves rather clear they had lost their culture, viewing her as something less than what she had already shown them. A sigh had escaped her lips, her eyes flicking over to the orb of ki forming in her hand, pinkish in color, and pulsing as it waited.
Just a measly sample of her power, and one able to easily knock back a person. But it was nothing anyone else on the planet, couldn't have done the same. The orb in her hand phased out of existence, as she stopped the supply of ki she had been concentrating, in annoyance at the thought. Though it wasn't really something she planned to use anyway.
Shifting her weight upright, her hands had pressed into the smooth material, of the roof that she had been lying on. The cries of battles were all around her, and she could feel numerous power levels rising in the air.
Combined altogether or in pairs, they could have just as easily destroyed the planet themselves. But their motives, while it did adhere to the orders she gave them, didn't share her display of power on such a scale.
These people were content with beating other to exhaustion, or immobilization, which given some time in the healing tank, would easily fix up. Nevertheless, the sights around her were rather satisfactory, after her own troubles.
She had blocked out all of the noise in her moment, and everything that she was sensing now, reminded her of how she could be in a battle. All of those times that she had sought to train under the gravity of a machine, and once during a world tournament, had even sworn that she was going to complete the limits of said machine all the way through.
But plans changed. That was just how life worked. The machine she had no longer interested her as much as it used to back in the day, knowing how much things had changed, as she became a Matriarch of her kin, and allies had seen similar growth. They still used the facilities, much more than her, but fighting outside was more preferable.
Though not in the kind of way that they had once started with. Her group, having mostly consisted of Vampires like herself, beyond both the Majin and a few others, now trained in forms they had just seemed to acquire a taste for.
The young Saiyan had combined both her Super Saiyan transformation, and her bulking state against both the Majin and Supidoan. While her kin, with their red eyes and elongated fangs, ascended to their Countess of The Night forms.
Each strike that they made, every blow struck with ki, brought along bouts of power that reminded her of her own. The energy around was just satisfying, though would be even better if she could go and experience such efforts herself.
Training wasn't something she partook in anymore as much as she had used to. Challenges by those who served under her, were still things she gladly accepted, although they were never what she considered to be much of a fight on her end.
Not like before. A similar issue she knew the Majin felt, but the thing about issues, was that she cared more about her own. So long as the fleshy pink girl wasn't distracted, it wasn't a problem in her eyes. The Majin could deal with it herself, like most people dealt with their issues. She had managed to do so fine on her own, given the time.
Her descent off of the rooftop of her mansion, was a simple slide down to the ground, where she had turned her back around all of the fighting, and ventured back into her mansion. It was where the only gravity machine lied, and the place she preferred to do any form of training, if any where to really be done. She knew that it would help as well, even though with what transformations she had in hand, it wouldn't feel like there was any progress going on.
The mind could be a tricky thing, able to be fully intent on making the worst out of a situation, under the right circumstances. But like how bodybuilders worked on building muscles in their arms naturally, any effort with her gravity machine, was one she knew would have an impact. At least, until she had grown beyond a Matriarch Vampire.
The door of the mansion was closed behind her, and ignoring what was going on outside, it truly did feel like she was back at the beginning. No one around to greet her as she entered, and her own footsteps easily sounding in her ears.
But that was but an illusion to her reality now. A power level had came from deeper within the mansion, the source of which came to her mind, in the image of the Kold Demon, she had met some time ago. Things were properly established between them now, as they reached an understanding. She still loathed the being she knew had the potential to go beyond even her own growth, but like how the saying tending to go, it was best to keep her enemies closer.
All of the panting that revealed itself, as she stepped into the gravity room, brought a sense of nostalgia as she entered. Her eyes had landed on the Kold Demon, who instead of the form she had met it at, was in what it called its true form. Much taller than its first one, but still just as mocking to her, looking at its ever changing bio-armor.
"Why, hello. Fancy a turn yourself?"
A cough had been let out, and she knew it was an excuse to gather its breathing, before it had greeted her in that sickeningly polite tone. She still wasn't going to let herself be fooled that it wouldn't destroy everything she had built up for herself, or kill off any of the allies she had gathered, if it could only get strong enough.
Something she had compared it, to the young Saiyan apart of her group, and an analogy it still managed to politely disagree with. But it must be thinking something completely different in its head, compared to its outside behavior. What she had heard about its people, just went against the idea that anything less was really possible.
"There's no need for that. I was actually hoping we'd have a spar, being the only ones without a partner."
"I see."
She had stopped the Kold Demon, as it turned its back against her, seeming to head over to the machine to lower the gravity. Its politeness still didn't falter, though she recognized its response to be the usual answer it gave, and frustratingly so. Turning back to face her, its breathing slowing down, as it got into its own position.
When it came to fighting, she was never one to really worry about what stance someone took, outside of what tells it had provided. But a creature like this made it so easy to rethink her usual decision. There was nothing special that she could see, other than the way it lightly swished its tail, and this hadn't been their first fight either.
But having agreed to give it free reign, somewhat like the others, she couldn't be sure if there was any real differentiation it just wasn't revealing to her at the moment. Her eyes had turned a piercing red, and retracted fangs were fully elongated, as she left the doorway of the gravity room, where she entered within the range of the machine.
The sudden weight over her body, was like a building collapsing onto her shoulders. A feeling that had stayed with her, until she had sped forward towards the gravity machine, alerting the Kold Demon who lunged forward with its tail.
For a moment between her original position, and that of the gravity machine, the weight on her shoulders had disappeared. It was like the machine had shut off, and she was just walking in normal gravity. But as she had stopped, the weight had came back, and she was reminded of how things used to be for her training under gravity.
Heavy limbs, which had required all of her effort to even move. Though now, while her limbs did get heavy, it was only when she had stopped. The alien had completely missed its intended target, and had to stop itself after realizing just what was going on. She hadn't paid it much mind, her eyes instead gazing down to see where the dial was turned at.
Thirty times gravity. About ten more from where she remembered she had last worked up to, and something it didn't have in common with her allies. They had always been a little bit under where she was working on, and seeing them always struggle when she had turned the dial to where she was, only proved at just how ahead she was of them.
"I have to applaud your efforts. They're far higher than where the others had been, with their uses of the machine."
She moved forward again, relishing in how freely she was able to move, and threw a punch at the Kold Demon, who tensed up once again. Though its efforts weren't one that would go to waste again. The alien, though did make an effort to block her attack with its arms, just couldn't withstand the punch she gave, which she had threw seriously.
It had made the Kold Demon slide back, its tail likely being the thing that kept it from falling. Her arm had tensed up from the weight of the gravity, and she savored the pain from it, as she remained still. Waiting for it to get up.
"I'm...glad I could be of use."
A cough was let out by the alien, who had gotten up rather shakily, visibly tensing from the impact of the gravity as it did. She doubted it really felt the way she had though, being reminded of how gravity like this still affected her.
It might not have been like it used to, but she would say things were better off this way. As good as it would be to master the limits of this machine, she was likely to only be reminded of how long she had been to this planet.
Exploring wasn't something she had really done anymore either, but she would still always enjoy the familiar surroundings of her home in West City, over somewhere different. Though if business called for travel, it wasn't something that would be neglected. Moving her arm back to her side, she found it easy to recognize just where the rest of this was likely to head. Even at its best, the Kold Demon still wasn't able to get a hit on her like it wanted.
She was too fast for it, and miles ahead of it in power level. Most would likely quit or knock out their opponent in such a scenario. But she had came here to experience what the others out there were. If that meant having to give the alien a few free shots to even start working up a sweat, then she was going to do just that if she needed to.
"You know, I really like sending you to the healing tank."
There was nothing stopping her from just grabbing one of the others as a sparring partner, if she had really wanted to. It would have been a better fit, really. Though if they were going to have an established relationship together, she was going to make use of it. She was already getting pretty tired of watching it fall over so much.
Most of the pain she was feeling, came from stopping in place, rather than be hit the way she expected. Where was that thin beam of the Kold Demon? Something that precise was like fighting someone with a sword. She could use more experience with fighting such opponents, if it meant helping take them down, before they got the best of her.
"Yes, you've made that quite apparent."
As soon as the alien had gotten up, its narrow eyes not matching the polite tone it always spoke with, she had charged forward again. Rather than actually hit it however, she had simply appeared in front of it. Enough to have the Kold Demon strike her if it was quick enough, but that wasn't something she would just easily go and give.
Before the swinging of its tail, she had already moved back, causing it to strike the air again. But it hadn't been her only rather close experience. Appearing in one spot, and reappearing in the next, was something she had done in their first battle, with the time she stayed in one place lessening with each of her appearances.
She wanted the alien to remember what the taste of defeat was. How in their first battle, she had increasingly driven it to the point where it could do nothing but back away from her strikes. Most of all though, she wanted to see how much patience it had. Whether or not she could have it break away from its politeness, and into rage.
Light, but quick punches were thrown at it, barely with the kind of power that she had previously placed to knock it back. They were blocked as one would expect, with both her and the Kold Demon moving around the room from dodging each other's blows. Her persistence with holding on longer to the feeling of gravity on her body, gave the impression the strikes she was receiving as a counter, had more weight behind them than they really did. The pain was satisfying.
She was also starting to work up a bit of sweat, but not more than what she was driving the alien to feel. She could visibly see how its muscles kept tensing, though rather than give up, it continued. Veins were irritated and bulged out, truly proving how much of a gap there was between she and the Kold Demon. As much as it was struggling however, and how she was expecting it to really abandon its air of politeness, that part had never really came.
Its eyes were narrowed, sure, but that didn't really prove what it thought. Moving back much more than her moving forward, she could tell that it was likely getting tired. With it having relied more on its physical strength, rather than the use of ki, she was sure it would turn to that, if she kept pushing it to. Allowing it to give up, when she hadn't felt as if she was done with this spar, was unacceptable. It should know that full well by now too.
Like she had said earlier, she was going to beat it to the point where it would be in the healing tank again. Barely alive and suffering from pain as it slowly recovered. This was part of the relationship they had established.
The excitement in her movements, became rather obvious, as her appearances were back to being something the alien could actually hit, though its attacks hadn't really even budged her position. An aura of ki increasingly flowed around her, but her much lowered power level had remained the same, so the Kold Demon wasn't simply knocked aside.
What blows were sent by the alien, had all but ceased, as she proved time and time again, that she was leagues ahead of it. Its muscles, while never stopped tensing, she could tell were stopped in place similar to what she had done.
Like carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders, and embracing the pain rather than shying away from it. If the Kold Demon truly wanted to grow stronger, it was going to have to endure this like everyone else had.
Find a resolve that was enough to continue persevering in ways that, with enough of it, there would no longer be a need to really train as hard as it once had to. Be able to effortlessly sustain a transformation, like it wasn't one.
The first wave of ki that came from the alien, she had allowed to hit her. What sight of it hurriedly throwing those precised beams, she had found to be rather amusing, before her vision was blocked by the number sent her way.
Her body had tensed up in a way that her position had to be shifted, through what cloud of smoke started to appear from the combined blasts, if she hadn't want to be knocked back. Its panting couldn't have been more apparent than before in her ears, mixed in with her own ones, which although ragged, were more quiet than the Kold Demon's own.
The moment the firing had ceased however, she had launched her own. Ki surrounded her fists, and much like what she had been doing, she appeared from place to place, as she made her way around the room. The exhausted alien, wouldn't even get the chance to retaliate, as she threw punches at the air. Wind was created, knocking away what was left of the smoke from the blasts, and what it would find itself feeling, right before she threw a solid punch in its gut.
The blow was enough to knock it back, and had enough power behind it meant to knock the alien out. She watched with satisfaction, even while muscles felt the collapse of the gravity as her movements ceased, her eyes watching the Kold Demon's body slam into the wall, knocking it out. Bruises lied all over its body, some parts of it purple, and carrying the faintest smell of blood. Though her own condition wasn't much better, having her own bruises around.
But not enough to make it difficult to move. Sore, maybe. Nothing a trip to the healing tank on the ship, wouldn't take care of however. This spar might not have been like her ones with the others, but she found satisfaction nonetheless. Here amongst her own group, and especially while fighting the Kold Demon, she found comfort.
Was reminded she wasn't just a number, like she was seen as on this planet. Something she hoped to change, if only this war that she was expecting, would just arrive. She had people to die for her, if it really came to such.
But she expected for them to be beaten to exhaustion, more than anything else. She highly doubted the soldiers of another faction, could really prove to be as strong as their leader, if her own group was any indication.
Her footsteps, along with the Kold Demon's body being dragged, echoed in the quiet air of the mansion.
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