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Sinthe took a moment to size up the Demon as he stepped between himself and the other Anubian. He looked quite tough himself. Demons were seldom so impressive that Sinthe thought they might give him a run for his money but the mere fact that this one could keep pace with the massive power of his fellow Anubian was a fair indicator of good quality and he seemed exceedingly loyal to boot. That was nice for them. Sinthe always found that kind of devotion cloying.
’You’ll want to get used to that,’ Sinthe said offhandedly in regards to Cervez apparently being lonely. He’d been lonely for as long as he could recall, whether or not he was with his own, whether or not he was surrounded by people. That was the job. That would be the job anyway. It was no coincidence that Gods of Destruction were ever accompanied by an assistant, there was a certain measure of detachment required in the line of work.
Descending from his overlook Sinthe couldn’t help but frown at the fact Rukia had been telling other people about him, not that he’d ever told her not to but if the right people were to hear the right things then it could be potentially problematic. He crossed his arms with an amused huff, leaning up against another rock as he did. He tended to have that effect. It was usually ire, awe or agitation when he went with the whole “beyond your comprehension” shtick. Nice to see that he hadn’t entirely lost his touch whatever else had changed.
Then of course came the obvious question, the question that always came up in these kinds of meetings but in this case it actually gave Sinthe pause. In all his time here he realized that one way or the other he hadn’t actually decided even if early on he’d been fairly sure. Well, there was no time like the present. Tipping his head back he rubbed his chin contemplatively with one hand. ’This world you say? Well that’s not easy. Funny you should ask. Up until just recently I’d thought to reserve judgment. When first I came here I wanted to crack it open like an egg, but it grows on you. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the universe for it to stay here.’ Sinthe had rather forgotten what it was like to speak with one of his own kind. The euphemistic ways in which they asked if the ground under their feet was likely to vanish any time soon. The nub of the question was whether Sinthe was going to or intended to destroy the Earth, but he’d have much rather that Cervez simply asked. He was much older now than when the last of these meetings had taken place and he had no patience for skirting around matters any more. He had surprisingly little patience for anything when it came down to it.
’Why though? Is this world important?’ So far as Sinthe could see it wasn’t the case in spite of the overwhelming extraterrestrial interest in it. Seeing as how most of that came in the form of Saiyans it could be largely discounted. Saiyans would fight you for a mound of dirt if you stuck a flag in it that wasn’t theirs, it was just the way they were. The fact that they seemed to want to fight over this one was more a function of pure coincidence than any measure of significance.
Awaiting Cervez’ answer his gaze shifted over to the Demon, Samael was his name apparently and he was menacing a column of stone for want of anything better to do. His eyes flicked back to Cervez and then to Samael, but whatever comment he had in mind he kept it to himself.WC: 634
’They’re really going at it,’ Sinthe observed from where he sat, perched on an outcropping of rock off to the side of this battle of the dogs he’d stumbled into. Well, to be fair stumbled wasn’t really the word, he had sought it out in fact. See, for quite a while he hadn’t been able to rest easy. Oh as usual he hadn’t slept… he wondered if he would ever venture to sleep again but that was another matter entirely. He hadn’t noticed it at first, probably because his power was so far reduced when he had first arrived here, but as he had regained himself little by little he’d begun to feel it close by. Sinthe could not rightly remember the last time that he had seen one of his own, only that it had been thousands of years at least.
Despite that he had at first attempted to ignore the presence seeing as how it either had not taken note of him or else did not care for his presence on the planet one way or the other and why should it? His legacy it seemed had been all but expunged from the universe, fading beyond mere legend into myth before disentangling altogether and floating away into the ether of eons. The thing was that it was still there. It was ALWAYS there. Like the cut on the roof of one’s mouth which might heal if only you’d stop tonguing it. He sat down to a meal, it was there. He settled into a hotspring, it was there. He tried to distract himself with combat or with training, oh it was very, very much there then.
So rather than sit in the wastes which he’d made his home, sitting on his hands while it was so brazenly and so insistently THERE, he had instead decided that he would search it out in earnest. If it held no particular interest in coming to him then he would go to it. Some would say that it was not the wisest move since even if the presence held no particular interest in him it more recently had skyrocketed, becoming easily his match at least twice over if it wasn’t more. Well, Sinthe had been from one end of the universe to the other, in his own time he had seen everything that there was worth seeing, but he had never made any sort of claim at ‘wisdom.’
Usually he had run the gamut between impulsive and outright foolhardy. That was how adventures happened though, even if he had begun to calm in his later years.
For something which had bothered him from half a world away (even if it was kinda small as worlds go) the thing itself was more difficult to pin down than he might have thought, partly because it kept on moving from place to place, wandering hither and thither as Sinthe had done upon arrival. There was something else though, something which he now observed to be knocking its “Master” back and forth across these picturesque islands that the three of them had found themselves astride. Probably pragmatic to have a decent gauge of their abilities, but still no fit way to treat the help.
’I don’t even think they’ve noticed,’ he thought aloud. Again either they hadn’t or else didn’t care… and honestly he wasn’t sure that he cared all that much at this point. So there they were, the three of them not particularly caring and Sinthe rarely if ever taking his eyes off of his fellow Anubian. The rippling wall of well cut muscle was quite unlike any other which he had met, though admittedly that number was thin on the ground owing to their very nature. He could only guess that the two of them being on this planet was a bizarre cosmic coincidences, ah but there it was again, it was THERE.
He couldn’t really put the feeling in to words exactly, it wasn’t so much a pain or a pull, but it was more like a scratching, something ticking over, scuttling behind his eyes like some nasty bug which now that he was in the presence of the presence seemed to have redoubled. He would never get to relax again at this rate. So he sat and he watched as back and forth they went, trading blows and words here and there. It was refreshing to watch something like this from the outside, but the novelty was wearing thin quickly as he dangled his legs and kicked them idly against his chosen seat.
Dejected and feeling rather more than a bit neglected when it came to it he brought his legs up, crossing them beneath him with a huff, some whippersnapper this one was to ignore him for so long. Oh my stars, I think I’m getting old.
The fight had reached its next natural lull when he stood, clapping his hands together sharply but slowly in appreciation of the exhibition he had been in equal parts treated and subjected to. ’Very good,’ he complimented them before tailing off in his applause. ’I wasn’t entirely sure at first, but it seems that despite your atypical shape you are one of us.’ He gave a deep bow to his fellow, probably the most honest gesture he had given in his time on this planet if you didn’t count all the obscene ones. He raised his head with a grin as he proceeded to introduce himself. ’ Sinthe the Destroyer, unreservedly at your service, kinsman.’WC: 922 Thread PL: 72,617
Sinthe’s well laid trap seemed as though it was going to pan out perfectly , if the firing stance were not enough of an indication then the fluctuation of his opponent’s ki was more than enough to indicate an attack. Mirroring Heizen’s stance almost exactly Sinthe prepared himself. What he had planned was an old trick from bygone days but it was one which wasn’t exactly easy to pull off, so much so that he hadn’t even tried it yet having fallen so far from his old peak. He smiled as the blasts leapt like so many fireflies from his opponent’s palm but his smile quickly changed to a look of dawning surprise and then shock.
Too much, he realized almost too late. It’s too much! Breaking his stance it was all he could do now that the first wave was so close to him to cover up and let them strike against his defenses. It had been quite some while since anyone had been able to blast Sinthe and actually hit him, the last person had been Negi and if he had been a little more powerful the results of that fight would have been much, much different. In contrast these ones hurt like Hell (strangely appropriate) but the damage was thankfully minimal.
As the last of the blasts struck home Sinthe lowered his guard away from his face to be greeted by the sight of impenetrable smoke, he doubted very much that Heizen could not sense he was still there, but at the very least it bought him a few precious seconds to plan out his next move. As he made to move forward though he bowed forwards as pain shot through his body again. Still nothing life threatening, but it seemed that the damage he had taken was a touch less minimal than he had at first thought. Panting and sighing he straightened up as the smoke finally blew away and faced his opponent again.
’It seems then that I must revise my previous statement. I had intended to use your own attack against you and yet it proved too much too fast. Quite apart from being a warm up you’re actually dangerous.’ And from here on out he would treat Heizen as being just so dangerous, though he kept that part to himself. In spite of the damage evident in the scuffs and burns here and there across his body and clothes Sinthe seemed to still be in good humour. In fact he seemed more lively even as he raised his hand in response. Pointing one finger towards Heizen he formed a similar glowing ball of ki on its tip.
Drawing back his fingertip he tapped it against the orb, causing it to explode outwards as a fine beam of ki aimed straight for Heizen’s torso.WC:470 Blocked Heizen's attack for 4,099, took 12,382 PL in damage.
[OT–1] Destroyer Beam The user forms a small energy sphere on one fingertip and then fires it off as a slim beam of energy. [25% Damage = 20,499]
Hm, something rare and rarer still, Sinthe pondered as Duvainel expounded on her origins. Brenchians were still a race unknown to him and he paid special attention to the name so that he might divine more about the race itself later. As for Elemi and Humans he had met a couple while he’d been on Earth and as for Demons, well he’d had more than his fair share of experience even before he’d woken up. All of those different traits coming together, all of that power, this was turning out to be a most interesting venture. There were certain advantages it seemed which came with being so far diminished from his prime.
Normally he would be very much circumspect as to his own nature, dropping hints here and there but never really saying much, though in this case his opponent had shown him something so interesting by the mere fact of her existence that he felt inclined to similarly broaden her horizons. As it was he didn’t get all that much of a chance since when she had finished she was as good as on him already. Having only just begun to raise his power he was caught rather unawares, taking several shots which made him reel back before he was able to move at any kind of speed which would allow him to cover up. They progressed from there, going back and forth over the ring as Sinthe steadily raised his ki, first deflecting and then properly parrying or blocking Duvainel’s blows. Finally he managed to seize hold of her fists one and then the other so that they could continue their talk.
’My people are called Anubians, though we’re known most often to the Universe at large as Gods of Destruction. Nobody really knows where we came from, not even us but I’ve heard a couple dozen theories over the last few thousand years.’ Stepping in towards her Sinthe twisted his waist looking to heft her over him and off towards the stands. He didn’t expect to get the ring out since he’d observed most martial artists worth their salt hereabouts could fly, but he wasn’t really ready to up his game by that much just yet.WC:369 Trans: Ten Percent Power {x3} - 35,034 Blocking for 1,751 PL and attempting to throw Duvainel for the same.
This Jackal Demon certainly seemed to be able to move well, it was not unusual for fighters from certain races to be a tad underdeveloped when it came to such things, having a great deal of natural power but not much else to speak of. He was glad then that this was not the case, even if he could have found himself a new sparring partner after… disposing of this one it would still have put something of a downer on the whole endeavor and would more than likely have soured him on the idea. Striking nothing but empty air on both occasions didn’t even bother him, it only meant that he had made the right decision and he smiled.
It seemed as though his partner wasn’t done though as he too came in for an attack, nice to know he wasn’t at all intimidated, if he were it would have made for a boring game of cat and mouse all told. Not that this attack was much of a problem, as Sinthe’s parry of the first blow demonstrated. Drawing a hand across his body he swept Heizen’s hook aside with a backhand but naturally the Jackal was not done and in such close quarters Sinthe was forced to guard his midsection by raising his knee. Holding fast, straining against the force of Heizen’s blow he continued to grin at his opponent, surprised quite honestly that he was giving him such a good run around.
’You ARE actually worth more than just a warm up,’ he observed, ’But I’d hardly say that this was your best.’ Pushing himself off of Heizen he floated back a few feet, calculating, reassessing the best way to approach. But it seemed to him that was the wrong mindset, baiting him forward would be much better. ’You’re not bad with your fists but I’m a bit more interested in your ki, seeing as how you've already had a small sample of mine how about you return the favour?’WC: 333 Blocked Heizen's attack for 4,099 PL
So it seemed that this Demon had a reasonable estimation of his own powers after all, he wanted to find someone worthy just like Sinthe did, only for his part he wanted someone stronger to help him surpass his own limits. Sinthe was more interested in a dead heat but if he held back a little he could make this work well enough for both of them. He gave an almost coy smile at the jackal demon’s further questions regarding his own origin. The overwhelming temptation was to tell it how it was and say that he “claimed” nothing, he simply was. That would threaten to derail this thing that they seemed to have going though and Sinthe was too riled up already to tolerate much more beating about the bush.
In response to Heizen’s readiness however he took no stance, indeed he showed no outward sign of aggression. The only real indication that he might be readying up to attack would come from his ki which radiated out from him, cloying and heavy, into the surrounding area. The Demon had felt it before certainly, that was what had drawn him in to begin with, but it was a very different thing to only feel the energy of an Anubian as opposed to having all that power and will focused squarely on you. Lesser fighters he bawked and broke down at the realization but he didn’t suppose that Heizen would. The energy itself might be completely new to him but their powers were of a comparable level, at least at this percentage anyway.
Even so, he should have the opportunity to get a taste and a feel of it before they began in earnest.
’Well, we’ll see about that wont we?’ His voice seemed to drop an octave or two as he posed the rhetorical, ki suddenly withdrawing and flaring up only immediately around him as the jackal demon beckoned him forward, Very well, if he wanted Sinthe to make the first move then a first move he would have.
Looking to set the tone early Sinthe went right at his opponent, no subtlety and very little poise in his movements he rushed Heizen, making to slam a knee into his midsection before rising above him and smashing him down with an axe handle blow. If his opponent was going to grow as he wished then a show of force early on would be for the best, if he was shown that he couldn’t confront Sinthe directly then he’d have to depend on technique over raw force.WC:427 Melee Attack:4,099 PL
Well this was certainly different. At first Sinthe thought that his ears might have been playing tricks on him, that he’d caught something on the wild Yunzabit winds that only sounded like a voice, but it didn’t abate with the breeze.
’Why the hell are you in my head?’ It was kind of difficult not to feel at least a little violated, after all they hardly knew one another having only met the one time and now here he was suddenly sharing his own brain space with Chris. That and he still didn’t address him by title! In fact he didn’t even address him by name this time! He’d apparently just been thrown in with the common lot and it was probably that more than anything which annoyed him.
And he had the incredible front to ask him for a cup of energy! Some neighbors these Earth folk turned out to be. As Chris continued to talk in his head the Anubian couldn’t help but cut across him, thinking to nip his request in the bud before he’d even got it out. ’Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but this seems like it might be a “you” problem.' Even so, when Chris began to speak of inflicting retribution it stirred something inside of Sinthe, well so long as his energy would be going towards laying a humbling hurting on SOMEONE then he guessed he could get on board with that.
’Okay NOW you’re speaking my language, but just keep in mind you owe me for this.’ Somewhat reluctantly Sinthe uncrossed his arms and raised them to the sky. Damn this looked stupid, but if it meant one of the more interesting fighters he’d stumbled upon these last few weeks got to live another day then so be it, If it also meant that he could exploit his freaky magic powers and have delicious Earth food on tap locked down for the foreseeable future then that only served to make the endeavor that much more noble. He watched, actually kind of transfixed as his energy began to rise off him in a glittering trail of particles, snaking up into the sky and off world presumably to wherever it was that Chris was fighting.
It occurred to him though that if this foe were enough to give Chris with all his techniques and tricks, not to mention his raw power this amount of trouble then he would need every last scrap of power his allies could pull out. Though it hurt his pride some to use it he quickly raised his ki as high as it would go without risking his still much hampered body. Would that he could go higher still, but Chris would have to make ends meet on his own, he was supposed to be a warrior when it came down to it.
’I’ve taken your ardent prayer to heart, but you’d better not waste this boon of mine!’WC:493 Thread PL: 71,631 Using 3 Stamina and 75% Power {x10} to kick in 716,310PL (Much might, very wow)
’Now that is a proper, polite introduction. A pleasure to meet you Duvainel Xana, my name is Sinthe. Lord Sinthe in fact, currently and rather begrudgingly also of earth I suppose.’ A playful smirk danced across the Anubian’s face as he spoke. He was coming round to the idea of staying at least a while longer on Earth, due in no small part to events like this which seemed to draw in the weird and wonderful from across the stars. That the cooking was to die for of course.
’You said that you were a hybrid, if it’s not too great of an imposition might I ask, of which races? So much of this world is strange to me still, I like to have a rough idea of who’s worth fighting and you seem like you might be quite enjoyable.’ From what he had gathered Hybrids were often able to draw out the inherent powers of their respective species’ with more ease, probably down to an accidental triggering of common genetic markers but then it wasn’t really his area. That of course was to say nothing of the unpredictable and dangerous combinations of innate traits which could result. He’d very nearly fallen foul of both when he had fought Suusao in the last round. Were it not for his rapid movement technique then he likely would have taken on a greater deal of damage.
The universe during his era had seemed a great deal bigger only for the fact of lacking very many space faring races and as such this sort of thing was still new to him. Change wasn’t always a bad thing it seemed though, if it could deliver an adversary such as this in to his hands. Not only did Duvainel appear stronger than his last opponent to begin with, if she had any of the same kinds of tricks he might actually end up in more of a bind than he anticipated. Now wouldn’t that be fun? He couldn’t help but smile at the prospect, this tournament was really bringing out the worst, most impetuous part of him.WC:352
Sinthe was enjoying himself quite a bit more than he expected. Oh, the fighting he knew he was always going to dig, but having an audience that was something new. How they’d ooh’d and aah’d during his confrontation with Suusao was surprisingly endearing to the ancient Anubian. No stranger to having people in awe of him, the only novelty was to have so many people rooting for him rather than looking on him with terror. So when he emerged again in to the ring he smiled and waved and having reached it snapped off a couple of poses each greeted by rippling cheers and applause. He was starting to think that maybe this was going to his head… nah. Whatever the case it seemed that the crowd was taking to him just as much as he was taken with them.
The relative fanfare of his entrance died down some as he turned his attention from his “adoring public” and to the matter at hand. Again he knew next to nothing about his opponent besides a name. “Duvainel” could well be an alias since most fighters on this world seemed to have surnames but she could just as easily be from out of town.
To top things off it appeared as though he had seen about as much of his opponent as everyone else had, with the match between Duvainel and Marcel Law largely obscured there were whispers in the back about her abilities but nothing really concrete. He felt at a distinct disadvantage in light of this and that was something he really didn’t enjoy. It occurred to him that might be the entire point, he didn’t often fight in structured tournaments like this but it seemed as good a way as any to get inside an opponent’s head since you couldn’t effectively strategize against something you had no clue about.
Hell, it was working on him, after all.WC: 319 Tourney Locked PL: 46,715 Heavy weights: 11,678 Tags: Duvainel
Sinthe couldn’t help but regard this… well you might call it an offering, with interest. The challenge was implicit in the bloom of his ki and yet this creature had come to him willingly. He was either supremely confident or his senses were not nearly so well developed as to know what he was getting in to. Confidence at the very least he could appreciate.
’I’ve been called as much, but no. You might say that I’m the logical opposite.’ This… whatever it was exactly might not have been exactly what he’d been looking for in an opponent, he wasn’t exactly on a level footing, but it was a good start. Sinthe figured he might be able to beat him into something resembling good shape and then who knows he might actually be able to get the fight he wanted out of it. Lifting off his feet the Anubian circled his opponent to be, examining not just his body but also his energy more closely. His form was similar to Sinthe’s own but if he was an Anubian himself Sinthe would know. They always knew.
’I can see though why you would be confused, I might have mistaken you for one of my kind were it not for your ki. I suppose if they were to grow more powerful it makes sense Demons would attempt to imitate us.’ At this level it was a pretty good imitation if he didn’t say so himself, anyone less informed would easily mistake one for the other or perhaps incorrectly conflate the two as being the same species. Having completed his inspection Sinthe floated back around to the jackal Demon’s front and leaned over to one side in the air as though resting, even propping up his chin on one hand.
’My name is Lord Sinthe and I happen to be looking for something to test my powers against.’ He wondered if in the Demon Realm as well his name had faded from history to a point beyond even myth. Demons had longer lives and longer memories than the vast majority of mortal races but honestly he didn’t expect much. He didn’t imagine “there was this demi-God that came along one day and wrecked all our best fighters” would be a tale for the ages amongst Demonkind. Was a fun day though. Well, fun morning really. ’You’re not exactly what I was expecting, but there again you seem to be a great deal more powerful than the average Demon. I think you’d be about right for a warm up, don’t you?’WC: 427
Nice as it is to wake up most days without having tio deal with people, the incessant patter of small talk or even the insistent buzz of urban activity there is one distinct problem with living out in the boonies. Even the Yunzabit Boonies where you have dinosaurs for neighbors and occasionally dinner. ’Booooored!’ Considering that the wannbe God of Destruction had only recently been introduced to the wonders of cable TV it hadn’t kept him placated nearly so long as one might have thought. It seemed as though there were limits to how long even deities could binge for. The boxing and MMA had much slowed that progression but this was always going to be the result.
Honestly though, for a species which was supposedly so very weak these Earthlings had a peculiar fixation with the art of combat. Sinthe could respect their focus if nothing else.
Stretching out on his couch he kicked his legs idly before repeating the nub of his predicament again as though that would bring him any closer to solving the issue. ’Hah, bored out of my skull up here.’ With no one around for miles (Carmel had implied she lived close by but was helpful enough to not provide directions, he guessed that was on purpose) he was sort of stuck for company unless he fancied learning how to speak T-Rex… he did not. Oh he could scuttle off to one of the Earthling cities easy enough but by and large he found them confusing AND annoying. Except for the restaurants of course, he found those largely delicious. That would be all well and good were it not for the fact he hungered for something distinctly… other.
It had been quite some time since he’d had a well balanced match. It was a difficult thing to come across even now, a fight where either fighter could take the lot rather than being a crush either way. Some of these one’s he’d met, they were getting there, but he tended to get too excited and ruin the flow of battle by powering up too much. What he really needed to finally wake up properly was a challenge without a lost cause, one blade to sharpen the other as it were. He’d been thinking in those terms a lot just recently.
Well, time to bait something or other out it seemed. Flicking the TV off he rose and stretched before making for the door. From there he found himself the highest spot in the Highlands and just cut loose. Well, he cut loose a little anyway, he still had that old Anubian conceit in him that wouldn’t let him unleash his full strength just at the drop of a hat, even when it was much reduced from the past. Even so at Twenty-Five Percent his ki was enough to shake the ground he stood on, rattling the cliffs below and dislodging parts of it here and there.
The wind howled, the rocks crashed and above all of it Sinthe waited. Now to see what surfaced. WC: 510 Thread PL: 54,664 HWC PL: 13,666 25% Power: 81,996
Definitely up for this if it doesn't interfere with my competing in the WMAT and as we discussed Sinthe will spend a majority of the trip mocking Heizen xD
One question though, will we be starting sort of in medias res on the planet or will there be threads that lead up to it where we're recruited and brought together? Like Avengers Assemble but not as good... so basically the Justice League movie.
Sinthe snorted at Chris’ stubborn insistence of not using his title. It had nothing to do with leading, he might have addressed one of these lot with a coutesy title if they asked. Well, if they’d asked and not shown themselves as having awful manners that is. Honestly this planet seemed to have no respect for anyone or anything, no wonder it was a marginalized dust ball. He kept it to himself though and simply went about doing what he needed to before rejoining everyone in the gravity chamber. The initial shock of the increased gravity was quite something and even though he had braced against it he found himself struggling at first to keep his feet.
Sure some his own hair got mussed up as a result but Carmel’s much longer fur proved a great deal funnier. He couldn’t help but laugh as he looked at her, snickering at first but between the pressure of the gravity and involuntary spasms of hilarity he soon found himself on one knee laughing his guts out. For a serious bout of training this whole thing had gotten very silly very quickly and he was surprisingly okay with that. He finally managed to get ahold of himself when Chris, apropos of nothing seemed to be ready to take control of the situation.
Oh so I don’t get to be addressed properly, but some shitheel Shinjin gets to be a King? This guy’s full of it. Wait.. he knows a shitheel! A Shinjin! He knows a Shinjin! With some effort he was able to stand again, all the fun having apparently gone out of him as he faced down Chris. He began to raise his own power in kind, keeping pace well with him even if the gravity was a little burdensome, the strain of it and maintaining a heightened ki were kind of a pain when put together and he was starting to realize why this seemed to be such a popular method of training down here.
’Well how was I to know you’d trained in this before? You do seem to have some interesting friends though… and some even more interesting abilities.’ If the prospect of being able to contact the higher powers through this young man weren’t enough then the offer of this “pudding” certainly was. It looked squidgy and bouncy and like it would just slide on down really nicely, but he wondered what it must taste like. He had been all over the planet in the last few weeks and sampled many of what one might consider to be its delicacies, but he had yet to encounter this particular confection.
Yes, this was easily enough for him to want to play a little game with Chris, for now anyway and as his power reached its peak he watched intently for an opening, feeling Carmel’s ki begin to extend towards their mutual target he was struck with an idea. Instead of making right for Chris he darted off to one side, looking to get on his opponent’s flank and attack from there, as he turned back in towards Chris he noticed more than before the pull of the increased gravity which nearly made him lose his balance all together. Stooping he had to touch a hand to the ground just to make certain he didn’t keel over before shooting towards his target.
He’d have to time it carefully, aiming for the moment after Carmel’s attack struck and trying to catch Chris either when he’d been hit (whether he was damaged or not) or when he chose to dodge, either staggered or mid-step ideally. Whatever the case Sinthe would let fly, crouching low to try and sweep the opponent’s leg before pushing himself up off the ground to follow up with a roundhouse. WC:632 Trans: 25% Power {x6}: 280,290 Launching melee for 14,014PL against Chris
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