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Her and Tabitha’s training in the gravity chamber was long and well versed. It had lasted a few hours for the couple of them and while Flare had stayed on top of her game. Auntie’s movements gotten sluggish and she was taking hard breaths. Eventually the duo decided to call for a break, Flare walked up to the central control and just released the gravity upon their shoulders and opened the hatch to the garage just outside. The young flame was there to help the old woman out as she was nearly hyperventilating.
“Auntie, you really shouldn’t be training so aggressively as I am. I think you’re spending yourself too much, old gal.” She’d jest as she managed to pull her off the machine and settle her down in a little resting area just outside the machine. The maids had set it up during their workout just in the case they had to use it to take a breather. Equipped with beds, tonnes of water, seats, fresh-ish food, and a few of them waiting there to take care of both the head maid and the owner of the house.
“Bah, I did what I had to… Just to truly know you could handle yourself. Dear, I’m going to have to sit out for a while. I know you aren’t done but… I think you could handle just about anything in that machine so long as you’re careful. Have a meal first though.” She’d tumble into a seat and take up a large pulled pork burger set out on the table between those chairs. “Always a good idea to refill your drive with a good bite to eat.” Flare would hesitantly follow in suit to sit in the chair opposite, taking the pork and just slathering it with an overload of bbq.
“Right, but…” She’d start to nom at the delicious burger with some rather hungry chomps. A workout like that does such things. She’d take moments to get that mouthful down before she continued, not to be uncouth. “The biggest advantage of training in the chamber was the sparring. You were great to fight against Auntie. I feel like that had done the most for me.” That might have been more of a generous praise than actual reality, the young flame had outperformed her pretty well in every aspect.
“Oh? Then how does one solve this problem?” The older woman challenged the redhead with a smirk before taking a bite from her own. “I have taught you plenty enough to attract a strong fighter, hmm? Maybe one you know.” There were plenty of people who she would eventually go to in order to train; Atsuko being a strong candidate. She would have to move away however, and either way she would need the gravity machine in order to attempt to catch up in power and bridge the gap. There wasn’t anyone in particular that came into mind that would fill the shoes between then and now. It would take another moment of concentration to flesh out the world around her, to sense anyone she recognized with any sort of power… Monkey boy, the golden ape that rampaged near that citadel area. She was a welp by comparison back then, but maybe the kid could give her a bit of rough saiyan-style training? She wasn’t sure if he even was as rough as an average saiyan, given his demeanor last they saw each other. But, it would be a place to start though…
[“Hey. Komatsu? Ya there?”] She projected into his mind her own thoughts, this aggressive sounding female he’d probably only remember from how different it was. [“Hey. Listen, I’m needing some help in this gravity chamber. A sparring partner, really. Need a reason? This pig with blue hair, Jarvis, took my woman. I’ll be training with Atsuko some time in the future, but I’m first needing to get to appropriate level. I’m sure you’ll get something out of it too. I’ve got plenty of money to throw around.”] In any hopeful case the saiyan would at least muse over the idea. That was her intention. ["...And food, if that's of any priority to ya."]
Post by King of All on Aug 27, 2016 19:06:59 GMT -5
Komatsu was sleeping rather soundly in a spare room Atsuko had let him use. It was Micaela's orders that they both rest up, so flying all the way back to the outpost was out of the question. The older woman was quite pushy when she had an idea in her head... it was really annoying, but he supposed it was to their benefit... she had gotten both Koma and Atsuko to stop being so damn hard headed and get along.
So for the time being, the young saiyan was snoring away in the spare room on the lookout, exhaustion having hit him hard the instant he hit the soft sheets of the bed. He wasn't even dreaming as he slept, all of his energies focused just on recovering his physical and mental strength. Someone could easily have snuck up on him just then and killed the poor lad in his sleep, and he never would have woken up, his guard completely down to the outside world.
However, it wasn't the outside world that had come to wake him up... at least, not physically. There was a voice in his head calling out to him, asking him if he was there... At first he thought it was Atsuko, or maybe even Cambia using Telepathy again... to this the young saiyan would groan in annoyance, almost chocking on a snore as he rolled over in bed, drawing the sheet up above him head as if that would block them out. However, the voice kept speaking, and with his eyes still closed, Komatsu frowned.
It wasn't either of his sisters, the voice was too deep. It wasn't his mother either, and he couldn't think of anyone else he knew that could speak directly into his mind. Who was this girl? He didn't recognize it.
<<Hnng... who are you, first of all... and second of all, why are you asking me to train with you? I'm all for beating Jarvis' head in, but the Saiyan Alliance isn't exactly Earth's best friend right now. You sure you want to be seen anywhere near me? Oh... and no offense but, there aren't a whole hell of a lot of people that can keep up with me.>> He was still half asleep, so his 'voice' would sound grumpy as all hell to the fire Elemi. If Komatsu hadn't been interested at all, he wouldn't have answered her mental summons at all. The young saiyan just needed that little extra push to actually get out of bed and seek out... whoever this was.
He couldn't rule out the possibility that this was a trap either...
Auntie had taken notice in her concentration. The conversation with the saiyan inside her head had at least peaked her interest but she remained quiet on it. Just nomming on the food before her. Flare on the other hand visually frowned at the saiyan; if he didn’t exactly know her then how else was she to convince?
[“It’s Flare. Redhead who chewed you out for the super ape thing. Honestly I could give less of a crap how Earth feels about the Saiyan Alliance. This isn’t about that, not to me. If we were to train it’d be on my private property. My mansion. Out of the public eye.”] She held back every urge she had to just rant at him for sounding rude and grumpy. [“Look. I don’t know what you’re up to right now but being able to keep up with you is the least of my concern. I’m aware you’re strong, but that’d just make it better for me in training. That much should be right?”] It was a hook, but it wasn’t anything that was going to guarantee this strong as fuck kid would help her. She’s had plenty a run in with the strong kids.
[“I’ll keep up with you if you try and work with me. If my body can’t, I’ll make by with sheer willpower. I have plenty of good fucking reasons to punch the god king in more places than his dick. You said you wanted to beat in Jarvis’s head as well? Just… I don’t like to beg. Come on... I've apparently got a lot of potential, just need a good partner.”] Auntie mused over the chosen words with a mouthful of burger, taking a quick bit to gulp it down quick in order to vocally respond.
“Well, that says enough don’t you think? Ladies-” She’d look at the maids next to her, snapping a single finger to get their full attention. “Prepare for any guests. I assume they’d want a warm welcome; Just, don’t smother them. Yes, I’m talking to you.” She would single out the smaller of the two of them. That which jolts at the calling out of her.
“Y-yes ma’am!” Flare would just trail her eyes back up, keeping focus in the very case Komatsu would keep talking to her. All she did was smile quietly. The young flame would have an increasingly hard time at doing this once Auntie decided to stand up after they went off and pop her creaky bones.
"And I think... I'll go ahead and go take a nap. This old sack of bones can't get back in shape until I've had my nap! Be safe my little fiery flower."
Post by King of All on Aug 28, 2016 12:03:38 GMT -5
Another sigh would escape the young saiyan's lips as the woman's voice continued to fill his head. Apparently she was the red head that bitched him out when he turned back from his Golden Great Ape form... at least that explained how she knew him, but he still had no idea who she was really... was she really just some other Earthling affected by Jarvis? This situation seemed far too convenient... but then again, it could just be his exhausted mind making things up. Maybe he should just go and see what all of this was all about. Of course, he'd have to tell someone where he was going, in case his suspicions were right and this was some kind of trap. << Right... well seeing as you were there when I transformed, I guess I owe you at least one, don't I? Fine, just tell me where to go and I'll meet you there. Don't think this is going to be easy though, if you want to be strong enough to beat Jarvis, I'm not going to be easy with you. >> He'd say a little more coldly than he intended. He went to push himself out of bed slowly, a grunt escaping him as he brought one hand up to his left shoulder as if it pained him.
Well, he supposed he could rest more in the Hyperbolic time chamber whenever they got around to it... for now, he might as well see to this girl. Who knows, perhaps he would be making himself a new ally in this whole mess. He could use someone strong to back him up if this duel with Jarvis went south.
In the corner of his room, Koma would find that a set of armor and exchange of clothes had been brought up for him. It was strange, as it was a set he kept in his own chambers back at the outpost... had Kyuri come by while he slept? Most likely... no doubt his grandmother was keeping an eye on him constantly... it was her job after-all.
It didn't take him long to get changed, slipping on the armor and tying his hair back, fixing the scouter to his face before making his way out of the lookout, quietly not to wake anyone else up. As soon as he was outside though, he took to the air, suppressing his power level as he did so.
He would have waited for Flare to instruct him where to go, then wasted no time making his way there, sending a message to Kyuri via the scouter in the meantime. It would only take the saiyan about 20 minutes from the time he got up, to the time he landed at the large front doors of the mansion.
A low whistle would escape his lips as he looked at the size of the estate. Even their house back on planet Natto wasn't this big, it was a pretty impressive front anyways... <<Alright, I'm here.>> He would silently say back to her before stepping up and doing the only thing he could think of. Knock on the door.
Flare would grovel at her Auntie’s granny name calling. ‘Fiery little flower’? Come on now. Whatever, the old lady was on her way out anyways… It seemed her insistence on the saiyan coming worked and he coldly agreed to meet up at the mansion. The kid also reiterated that it wasn’t going to be very easy; Not that she cared. He was already told she’d find way to keep up with him. The twenty minutes it took the saiyan to arrive was plenty enough time for the maids to prepare for their guests. Cleaning up every little bit they could for him to come to. Flare had time to recuperate before waiting closer towards the door. She wasn’t going to let one of the others answer. Flare was going to do it herself. Sure enough the young flame didn’t have to wait too long for a knock on the door… the boy’s presence just next to her as well… Judging by the whistles he was a bit impressed by her place.
“Hey.” Flare swung open the large front door and gave a wave on in for the saiyan. “Like it all? Yeah, don’t quite know how I inherited it still… Not going to bother with all that though. Make yourself at home, the maids will cater to you. Hell, there’s already a banquette set aside for the two of us. If you’re hungry, that is. I can wait a bit but I did call you out here just so I could get through with this all as quickly as I can.” She was just going to be frank with it, coming into the middle of the lobby area to show him; It didn’t smell like there was food just yet. But as she pointed around; To the right of her, the dining area and kitchen. Behind her the lower rooms and stairs to the upper rooms, and to her left a large set of industrial doors. Slung open as she really didn’t bother with keeping her stuff out of view. Hovercraft, robots, gadgets. All that sort of stuff lined the garage. All that seemed to be shoved to the side however as that massive, still humming and ready to use chamber at large in the middle along with a resting place off to the side of that.
“Kitchen and dining, rooms, garage. We’ll be in the garage and chamber for the most part. Place is fireproof, but NOT punching proof. Don’t think anyone here could stop either of us if we really wanted to break stuff. So be mindful, eh?” She didn’t so much move another inch until Koma had told her where he wanted to venture first. Tabitha made a reappearance. Half-clothed in her unique battle armor and half just wearing some of her headmaid dress; Teacup in hand.
“Oh, hello there!” She’d stumble out from the dining room and try to assault the smol saiyan with a hug. If the guy would allow it. Worst case the saiyan would find it right to plop the old lady down on her ass for treating him like a child. “Such a precious little child, sounded so much grumpier and old in Jackie’s head! How are youuu!” She’d retract and yet again try straightening the hair of his that probably couldn’t be tamed by simple measures… She’d settle for brushing some possible hair away from his face.
“Auntie…” Flare would frown and grab at the lady with a huff. Arm around her shoulder. Tabitha almost spilled her tea but somehow managed to keep it upright. “You’ll have to excuse my aunt here. She’s… way too into pinching the cute faces. You might well know of someone like her.”
“Bah, you’re just jealous I give any ounce of oogle towards the boy!” She’d jest before taking a sip from her cup and pull away from the much stronger and younger woman. Something like a bone popped when she did that and caused her to stiffen. “I’ll be in the kitchen… You know, resting… Because I’m still tired, hoh hoh hoh.”
Post by King of All on Aug 30, 2016 10:24:29 GMT -5
"Uh..." Flare was going so fast that the saiyan wasn't quite sure what to make of everything. She pretty much dismissed the fact that he'd been impressed by the house, and quickly assured him that the maids were there to cater to him... as well as a banquet that was being made for them? What the hell prompted all of this? He hardly needed anyone taking care of him! and a banquet? What did she think this was..?
"Right... I don't need any of that... I mean, food would be nice if you can actually work up my appetite, but we'll have to see about that won't we." His joking demeanor was rather... cold, seeing as he hadn't been able to have a normal conversation with anyone since Kohlrabi... which felt like it was eons ago now. He would simply shrug off his own bad attempt at a joke when Flare said she wanted to hurry through this, to which Komatsu raised an eyebrow at the red head.
"You aren't going to get stronger if you rush through your training. You could have all the knowledge in the world about techniques and fighting style and still get your ass beat in a few seconds. You're asking for my help, so we're going to do things my way." With that though she'd give him a short, pointed tour of the house and where everything was. He'd not simply before an older looking woman came by, teacup in hand. His eyebrow show up as the old woman flew towards him at an alarming pace.
Under normal circumstances, Koma would have knocked her away, but due to the fact that he was trying to make it up to the Earthlings, he instead remaiend still, only stiffening up as she hugged him.
"A... child? Grumpy... I mean she did wake me up." Komatsu defended, squirming uncomfortably under the strange woman's hug. He didn't know this woman, why was she being so affectionate towards him? And how was she so old? She must be like a hundred to look like that... his own grandmother was 68 and looked so much better than this woman... did Earthlings really age that differently than saiyans?
"Oh uh, I'm fine... I guess? My name's Komatsu by the way, it's nice to meet you." He had to admit he was glad when Flare pulled the old woman off of him, relaxing slightly as he instinctively wrapped his tail around his waist as he was feeling quite uncomfortable here... a reflex even long after he had lost that weakness.
"Right... well should we get started then? I'll do my best to hold my punches when it comes to your building." He said, an attempt at another tease passing by before he could even catch it. He'd be much happier once they started training... that he could feel more comfortable with.
WC: 479 TWC: 1436
Last Edit: Sept 1, 2016 15:37:48 GMT -5 by King of All
“Komatsu, the pleasure's mine dear. I’m Tabitha, Flare’s adoptive aunt. You two play it safe though alright? I don’t want to have to drag you both out of that gravity chamber by the ears.~” He was pretty much dead still when he was being hugged. Had she expected that? It’s hard to tell just from looking at her. All she had about her was that old lady smirk. She’d give a small curtsy before finally returning from whence she came. Flare remained with her arms crossed after that. The young flame dropped the bit of a smile she had when he tried lecturing her ‘rushing’ her training. She had heard it several times by now.
“Yeah we will start. Go ahead and drop that attitude though. Last few who told me I was rushing my training obviously didn’t know what I was capable of. It wasn’t but some time ago that I was just some dork who would lock herself down in her garage for hours just tinkering with machines. I’m rushing nothing.” Whether he’d do something about that rather straight remark wouldn’t matter. She was tired of just being told she was going too fast with things. “The fuel for my goals have been topped out. There’s a good reason I’m asking to get stronger. You can go ahead and think I’m over my head but I could really care less. I’m not here to get lectured.” The young flame started off towards their mark inside the garage. The pair would pass the various vehicles and the like. Some don’t even seem to have been used.
The machine in the middle hummed, the machine still raring to go at any moment. Since it hadn’t been half an hour since they had been out she didn’t bother turning it off. The chamber was left for the two to step up into it. Spacious, sleek in design on both inside and out. She had gotten one of the better machines at least.
“I’ve gotten too used to the thirty times, and I assume you can handle it up to that much easily. I’m up for increasing it again.” Flare would glance back at him for an answer before she stepped up to the module in the centerspace of the room. “You wanting some time to train or do you want to get straight to the sparring?”
Post by King of All on Sept 1, 2016 15:36:51 GMT -5
"Sure..." Komatsu's voice sounded hesitant when he was talking to Tabitha. He still wasn't sure just what it was he was walking into... the the more time he spent here the less he felt like it was a trap. Especially with the scary old Earthling Lady fawning over him like that.
His attention was quickly pulled away from Tabitha however as Flare began to speak up once more, guiding them towards the garage and the gravity chamber. Apparently she misunderstood his intent, as she seemed to think he thought little of her and that's why he told her not to rush her training. Apparently all Earthlings were similar in the fact that none of them seemed to understand the saiyan's meanings when he spoke. A sigh would escape his lips as he followed along behind her.
"I'm not belittling you or anything like that. I believe you have to be really strong in one way or another to even consider taking on Jarvis. I'm not saying to take it easy because of your strength. I'm saying to take it easy before you start losing it. If you gain strength faster than your body can adapt to it, you're only hurting yourself more than you're powering yourself up." He would explain. This concept was very basic to a saiyan... although it seemed it was a new concept to the Earthlings. Even his sister trained far too much than what would be considered healthy for her.
As the two then stepped into the gravity chamber, Komatsu would look around at the design of it. It was very different than the one installed on the Star Javelin, but it still felt the same. He could feel the gravity try to pull his body down, though with a quick re-adjustment of his ki, the gravity didn't seem to bother him at all.
"Anyways, We'll cross that bridge when we get there. Go ahead and turn it up, increased gravity doesn’t bother me.” He would say as he walked across the chamber effortlessly, turning back around to face Flare. As soon as she would agree to the duel and turn up the gravity, he would bring a hand up and fire a small, very basic ki blast towards her.
He could tell that she was strong, able to easily sense her PL, but he wanted to know of her skill. How strong was she exactly? Was she worth having as an ally against Jarvis? And if she was, then maybe he could train her up... WC: 421 TWC: 1857 Fired basic Ki blast with 5k PL
Last Edit: Sept 1, 2016 15:38:03 GMT -5 by King of All
“... Start losing it?” Flare would look up after the gravity was set at the boy, frowning. She had to focus a lot to keep balance and be able to withstand the gravity… her increased strength held up pretty well against it. That seemed almost as easy as the last one now that she thought of it. She only seemed to tense and hunch slightly at this increase before standing up straight again. “Boy, I already lost it. Plenty of sleepless nights and the nights I did sleep were filled with nightmares.” Her red eyes fixated quickly on the ball slung her way not shortly after the duel started off. All she did was swat it away with a mere back of her hand. The force dispersing the ki within it with some strength put behind it.
“I’ve made a mistake that has needed fixing. Like a countless amount of my robots from the past. This fix requires something more of me however. I HAVE to be a stronger person, and I’m not waiting years for it because I may not have that time.” She’d wait to get used to stepping around the increased gravity before she’d try to do anything against the child saiyan. Pacing in place while still looking at Komatsu. This was much unlike the way She and Ermine trained back in the day… Even old granny wasn’t so strong as to directly challenge her.
“Power alone isn’t going to be enough for it but it’ll be a start. So go ahead and try me a bit harder saiyan boy!”
The kid was on a similar level of Jarvis… it’d be impressive is she could hold her own against the boy. There wasn’t much she could tell from the saiyan’s base form; She had some inkling feeling his saiyan super forms were superior to her own. Flare’s saving grace was that it was suppose to be a “friendly” spar. Maybe letting her have the first strong hit out was going to be better for her sake?
“Now it’s my turn!” Flare’s expression turned to a goofy smirk as she decided to rush the saiyan where he stood. In a similar fashion of her flare combo, without the flames, she’d try to link up a few quick punches and kicks at the guy. All of them aimed at different points on the body, but all not the most trained of strikes. She had the fury and movements down but not the technique. With any luck she could land something out of the blows. Took the 5k Ki Blast Flare’s striking out at with a few punches and kicks [Five strikes, 5425 damage each], totaling out at 27,126 PL Damage altogether for a basic melee attack.
Post by King of All on Sept 2, 2016 18:48:12 GMT -5
Komatsu had crossed his arms once more after firing off the blast towards his training partner. Good, at least she was above that benchmark of power. It was one thing to have power, it was another entirely to know how to control it. That at least confirmed to Komatsu that she had some basic level of control. Maybe he wouldn't have to hold back that much after-all...
"hmph, girl I could tell you stories that would make your hair curl, but lets not go into who's seen what. We're here to train aren't we? Right now, I'm not interested in your story. Not until you show me your worth my time." He said arrogantly, his attitude only intensifying from a moment ago. Komatsu had only known pain and suffering growing up. He only got strong because of those that abused him and pushed him to those limits. He refined his strength with his brother, who was the furthest from gentle with him when it came to teaching him anything. He only had those experiences to go on when it came to training someone else, and so he would delve into that knowledge to make Flare angry, push her to her limit so that she could use all of her strength, and possibly even find strength she didn't have before.
"Sorry, but until you can show me that I need to try harder, that's about all the power you'll get from me." He continued on, a smirk crossing his features as he remained still, arms crossed in front of him. Even as Flare came at him with her fists swinging, Komatsu didn't move until the very last moment. As Flare's fist came crashing into him, it would be met with no resistance as Koma's body seemed to flicker in and out of existance as he quickly moved out of the way of her strikes. He kept his arms crossed, and that cocky grin on his face, never striking back.
"Really... is this what you're going to throw at Jarvis?" He taunted as he just kept dancing around her strikes with ease
WC: 351 TWC: 2,208 Stamina: 5/5 Koma is able to dodge up to 175,238PL in damage (with 5 stamina)
Every single hit she tried landing was for naught. The kid simply vanished before her. Every time. It didn’t seem like he took any effort in it either. In fact he continually mocked the elemi for not being strong enough for him to try any harder. Cheeky guy, he’d even have the nerve to suggest this was what she’d throw at Jarvis; It wasn’t true by any case, but someone didn’t just go all out sparring against someone considered a stranger. If his words said anything it was that he expected her to do such a thing. She had heard of Saiyan training but was it really like that?
“Oh? You can fuck off with that one.” Flare would remark on his last comment with a grit in her teeth. She wasn’t going to be able to just strike out at him like she normally did. “Fine, you want something I could piss on ya with? Here.” The young flame had no intention of meeting his base form with her own super form. That just wasn’t proper… Instead, the little amount of emotion that Komatsu riled up was enough for her hair to catch aflame and her eyes to glow a slight hint of neon red. She wasn’t exactly an Earthling like he might have thought anyways. Only by name and home would she be considered that. Flare gave a low growl after the quick change and lit both her fists on fire. Even with just this form the room heated up to scale.
Enraged PL: 904,185 / 542,511
“I’ll either punch that smirk off your face or scar it into place. Keep talking shit.” The increase in power lessened the weight the gravity put on Flare even more. She seemed to move at him much quicker now. She propelled herself with jetsons of flame and hurled one fist, two fist, three towards the kid’s face. Each one of the strikes not only being physical and burning in nature but lobbing an empowered ki blast out of them as well. Just being in close proximity of the elemi would probably make the boy a little uncomfortable in the heat. This was a more fierce attack in nature and every hit would explode in a brilliant spray of flame and spark. If dodged, the blasts would do the same against the sturdy walls of the chamber.
“Stop taking me as such a wimp! I’m not just some idiot throwing weak attacks for the merit of it. If I don’t control the flames it will control me!” Again she’d throw more of these flaming punches at him in a fury of quick movements and precise ducking and weaving. It was a much more practiced combination of blows than her previous attempt. “So stop being a cocky dick and show me something better monkey boy! I know you’ve got it within ya!” Flare’s dishing out an [OT-1] Flare Combo at 226,046 PL damage towards Komatsu.
Post by King of All on Sept 5, 2016 18:47:31 GMT -5
"Hah" Komatsu couldn't help the small exclamation of laughter that escaped his mouth as he dodged her attacks one after the other with ease. There really was minimal effort put into his movements just then, but then again, he knew that Flare wasn't giving it her all either. At least he assumed she wasn't. When she told him he could basically stuff his taunts up his ass, Komatsu's grin just widened as she seemed to delve deeper into her ki pool. She managed to pull forth an amazing amount of power as easily as if she had flicked on a switch. Her power-level felt like it was just under that of his Super Saiyan form the first time he had used it. That was quite the impressive transformation...
And what was up with her hair? He's never seen an Earthling do something like that before... Although something about the feel of her ki, and the ease in which she seemed to command fire did remind her of someone he had lost too once... It reminded him of Jie Shan. Was Flare perhaps a hybrid like he was, and that's where she found her insane power from? or was it simply one of the hybrid races powers? He found himself curious as he watched the flames of her hair dance and flicker, moving with every movement Flare made towards him.
This time, if Komatsu didn't put a tad bit more effort into it, then he would get hit and it would give Flare that ego boost he didn't want to give her just yet. No, if she was training to fight Jarvis, then he was going to have to try and think like that bastard... try to get her used to the tricks he would pull. Well, for starters... Jarvis was flashy... Did Koma know anything flashy? The answer was no... but he was sure he would be able to come up with something in about, 2 seconds!
Flare's fists came flying towards the young saiyan once more, this time alight with fire meant to truly burn him. It proved to provide the perfect opportunity for his idea as he ducked under the flaming fist, jabbing forward towards her stomach with a light open palm. When he raised again, he was met with Flare's fist to his chest, which he took in stride and took the opportunity to strike her with another open palm to the shoulder. Again and again they exchanged blows, Komatsu feeling the flames licking at his armor and skin... though for every blow Flare landed on him, Komatsu landed one on her. Strangely enough though, his strikes wouldn't hurt her. IT was like Komatsu was still holding back, and doing no damage in the process. Eventually however, Komatsu vanished from his spot in a burst of speed, appearing a safe distance behind Flare, his arms crossed once more as he smirked.
"Alright, so you control your flames or they control you. That's no different than Ki, if I don't control my ki, it will literally kill me. That's no excuse not to push my limits. There's a reason you want to face off against Jarvis... something he did to you that warranted you wanting to get stronger. If you keep telling yourself this is all I can do, then you'll never push your limits, you'll never get stronger, and you'll never stand a chance." Komatsu instructed. Sure it was probably something she knew, but while he needed to act like Jarvis, he would still need her to understand that he was going to push her to be stronger if she wanted to train with him.
"Oh, and you want something better, well, maybe you didn't notice but, I already did." Finally raising up his right hand, Komatsu would snap his fingers and all 5 ki charges he had left on Flare's body would explode all at once! To Flare's display, the explosion wasn't of a fiery nature, and so would still harm her regardless of any fire affiliation.
WC: 671 TWC: 2,879 Stamina: 3/5
learned/used: [VT-1] Atomic Breaker: Komatsu has become so in tune with the manipulation of energy in his body, he is able to create small and round orbs of energy on his finger tips. Every time Komatsu touched someone with the small orbs, it is like placing a bomb on his opponents body. They are so small, that at first the opposing fighter might not notice, allowing Komatsu to put some distance between himself and his opponent before igniting them. (up to max 5 individual bombs, PL separated evenly per bombs.) [25% Damage = 97,654 PL]
Took the damage from Flare, his armor is scuffed up with burns, with some markings on his arms too.
They traded blow for blow it’d seem. In the rush of it she didn’t even really feel his attack, only saw them. It was a bit odd, was it that different of a change with just that? Or was he just trying to continually mock her? She had put no thought into the idea that the boy was also mentally prepping the elemi for the god king. After the few licks between one another stopped Komatsu had vanished safely away from her reach. It caught her a bit off as she stopped herself from nearly tumbling from a slugging blow that’d hit no one at that point.
“It’s not an excuse... “ Flare narrowed her eyes. Was he REALLY wanting her to just straight up face him in her super form? It was like asking to get pummeled. Unless… He’d retroactively change to meet it? “Seems like the bastard’s done a lot of shit to plenty of people. I’m no one special in that regard, but he made the mistake of showing his face and stealing my hippie. He’ll pay for it in due time. He merely added fuel to the flames that’ll consume his petty little empire in a grand wildfire!” She’d yell out as the blasts Koma detonated simply clouded up her form as she’s hit from them. Tanking them with only a stagger in her step. The smoke quickly settled to show her form still fairly well, her outer suit scruffed up from the blasts with some of her showing skin marked up from it. Flare would sigh off the painful damage and gesture to herself and her flames.
“... Alright. Komatsu. You’ve convinced me; I’ve held back so far because the last time I used my all so freely I nearly killed people with it. This? This is rather normal. Standard for an Elemi.” It was still so weird calling herself something like that. She was the embodiment of fire. She wasn’t by any means a hybrid like Shizen or Hwa Jae. Pure in form. Elemi as a collective was nothing close to anything saiyan society but they weren’t Earthlings. The young flame would grab her outer coat by its shoulder and sling it off her body to the corner of the room to reveal her skintight suit underneath.
“Whenever I was consumed by grief, anger, and nightmares caused by that man I found something much more angry and vicious. Enough explaining it though. How’z about I give ya a look.” The woman would ball up both of her fists for a moment as intensity dominated her face and figure. Suddenly the wisps of fire that only trailed around her hair surrounded her arms, legs, and eventually all around her form as fire began to rise. The circling flames quickly put out heat. It wasn’t exactly sweltering but it was probably uncomfortable. After that moment her hair burst into flames, not consumed by it but somehow turned into fire itself. Her eyes become glazed in this eerie orange-red tint that covers both her pupils and whites of her eyes. Her fiery power would rise with it, strangely fluctuating in some intervals like her fire before settling some ways on. This ‘Super Elemi’ form itself superseded the normal Super Saiyan form in power.
Super Elemi PL: 2,893,392 / 2,531,718
It felt a lot less of a burden on her than it did before… Like it had become much more natural for her. Perhaps now that she was using it on sheer whim rather than out of anger and regret her mind was less bogged down with the power it gave. Before all this the fire elemi was a geek. Tinkering with robots and the like. The most she had gotten out of Scion was self defense, and her auntie was just now recently teaching her new tricks. ‘I’m not a fighter, just some mechanic who got the wrong buttons pushed.’... That was what she used to tell herself. Maybe now was a good time to change that though. Change it for the battle to come with Jarvis… Change it for ‘her’. Flare already knew she had to be strong and take the fight to Jarvis… but the saiyan was right. Stranger or not he’s here to train her, and damn it if she wasn’t going to give him a treat for pushing her into it.
“No holds barred then, is that how it’s going to be? I have a little something to repay your fancy detonated blasts in that case. Don’t blame me if this one hurts, you said I should be pushing my limits!” The young flame aggressively roared as she’d get back at him for the trouble. Rushing at him with a in a similar fashion as the flare combo before her but now trying to give the kid an accelerated drop kick. Aimed square at his chest. This was meant to shove Koma hard into the chamber walls behind him. She didn’t really put the same fire behind it. Flare was more giving example of her sheer power in the form by physically dealing with Komatsu. Stamina: 3/3
Flare took the Atomic Breaker, discarding her somewhat scuffed overcoat then transformed.
The Fire elemi is trying to land a dropkick with the normal untrained melee of 144,670 PL.
Post by King of All on Sept 8, 2016 20:38:48 GMT -5
Komatsu had spoken of his own 'excuse' to push his limits, his own reason, but Flare seemed to think that he was still taunting her. While not his intention, it still did well to play the part. Komatsu needed to continue to be arrogant, to flaunt just how much stronger he was than her and to belittle her at every turn. He wanted to see just how much Flare wanted to beat Jarvis, he wanted to see if she could trust her not to fall behind... but for the most part, he was curious if this strange Earthling girl would prove to be a good training partner and ally, perhaps someone he could actually lean on when the time to fight Jarvis actually came.
A word the woman used as she explained her reason for hating Jarvis confused him... Hippie? What was that exactly? Perhaps some form of Earthling object? It would have to be something valuable for her to get this worked up over... He'd have to ask her later, because while he was playing the villain, he knew Jarvis wouldn't stop to ask what it was. Instead he just kept up his confident and belittling grin as he crossed his arms once more.
"So he stole this Hippie thing from you, it must be pretty valuable for you to get this worked up over it... regardless, you won't get it back with this strength. You won't get any better if you don't show me everything you've got, so come on then, show me this power of yours!" He said in an almost greedy tone, his smirk widening as he watched the flames spread across Flare's body completely. When she removed her jacket her very body seemed to catch on fire! On closer inspection though, it was as if Flare's body wasn't solid anymore, it was like he was looking AT fire, and not just a girl burning with it.
Well it was definitely an interesting sight to see! Something he had never seen before! Well, aside from his own body being lit on fire repeatedly when he was in prison… oh but he knew this was a very different thing.
“Alright then! At least this proves to be a little promising, bring it on them! Hahaha” He couldn’t help but laugh as he spoke, uncrossing his arms only to extend his left arm and made a motion with his hand for her to come and get him. Flare ended up doing just that, charging straight for the young saiyan with a powerful kick to his chest. Komatsu didn’t move, or at least, he couldn’t move out of the way of the fiery kick in time.
Her foot hit him square in the chest and sent him flying back against the side of the gravity chamber, successfully creating the first dent the chamber would receive from their fight. Much like Komatsu would envision Jarvis, he began to laugh through the pain he felt in his chest. It was definitely a solid strike, and there’s no way he could maintain hand to hand combat with her without suffering some serious damage… but still, he needed to make her feel small, weaker than him, as Jarvis would do.
“No holds barred then… and that’s it? Really?” He asked as he pushed himself back up to his feet, his ki kicking up violently around him like a gust of wind. It picked up his long dark hair as it suddenly blasted to a gold color. His eyes would immediately change to teal as his own power level sky rocketed high above Flares, and he wasn’t even in his final form.
[Super Saiyan Full Power x16 PL = 6,230,338]
“Hit me with everything you’ve got then! You want to try and fight a god? You have to prove you can beat me first!” He called out to Flare, extending his hands to his sides as an invitation for her to come at him again.
WC: 660 TWC:3,539 Stamina: ⅘
Last Edit: Sept 8, 2016 20:39:14 GMT -5 by King of All
It was interesting seeing someone so alien to earthling term and diction. Koma didn’t know what a Hippie was, nor assumed it to be a person as a noun like that should have. The saiyan continued to mock her even as he took her hard kick to the chest and dented the back wall in with the force. She just watched as the kid got back up, seemingly fine. Laughing even at the promise this showed. The hell was the kid made of? And since when did the younger ones get so strong so fast? Was he nothing short of a prodigy?... This is the flame nerd talking about this. The irony would go over Flare’s head as her mind was taken up by the heat of battle.
If he was purposely trying to make her feel weak and out of her league then transforming in front of her and laughing would do it… Komatsu’s super form outranked her own in every aspect. She’d be lucky to touch the kid, better yet deal anything to him. This feeling of futility filled her mind for only a second before she waved it away. No. This gap was no excuse to not try. The young flame had to prove some point in her determination. It would be what Auntie at least wanted out of her.
“I guess I did call the right person. I don’t have to worry about hurting ya too bad.” She’d give remark as she stretched her arms out a bit. “If you can take that in your normal form then surely your higher forms can take what I dish out.” A gleam in her eyes still present she’d cross her arms and look at the blondie’s form before proceeding. The way to deal with his acting seemed to be treating it offhandedly. Almost as if they were friends cracking at each other back and forth. “And your mistake is considering that man a god. He isn’t anything more than a pig with a wanderlust.” And, yes, while he technically was one - She could feel that herself - That wasn’t a means to make him feel empowered. Enough small chatter though, the saiyan wanted a piece of her fire.
“Are ya ready? This one I’m not holding back on!” The fire elemi bellowed out a simple response to the saiyan. In that instant her flames started picking up around her. Bright red and orange coalescing around her entire body. Her feet and palms started forming balls of super condensed ki and fire that started sucking the oxygen right out of the air while it remained there. There was not much time for a build up to this one in particular. In a flash the fire elemi would reappear above the saiyan in a roaring torrent of flame that surrounded her entire body, hands made into fists as she’d lash out at him with all four of her external limbs. The instant they’d halt towards him Fire would explode outwards in an explosive fiery red beam point-blank at the saiyan in question. It’d probably be big enough to not only engulf the kid but slam hard into the floor of the chamber. Scorching and denting in from the quickly charged attack. Stamina: 0/3 Flare is going at Komatsu with an [OT-3] Ignis Mare, dealing an extraordinary new record of 2,893,392 PL damage.
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