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It certainly hadn’t been what she expected. The blonde didn’t have a reaction for the hold. Their lips met a bit forcefully, but the man held her there. Returning her kiss and merely keeping her close for a second. That brief moment was... different. For Sarai. Though she wasn’t sure she’d be able to explain it, it wasn’t as fleeting and amusing as she had really intended. Not a bad thing. Just... different that what she thought would happen.
But she was still thrown back. The warmth of the man’s lips on hers lingering a few moments longer. That grin was back. That overly energetic and pumped grin that took over her whole body. Fighting. Spars. They amused her to no end. His fist entered her stomach and caused a good bit of pain, hell, her lungs emptied. But she had to push through it. HAD TO. Grabbing his arm and forcing herself into his body, she’d try to gain back her breath once she was against him. Her shoulder sank into his chest much like before. An always tricky scenario. Sarai enjoyed being up close and personal. Yet, this is where one could find the most issues. If they weren’t careful, didn’t pay attention, made one wrong move, they would be destroyed.
Her hands still held his arm and her body was extremely close to his. He was solid. And strong. She could feel movement in the body but due to her position couldn’t quite see it. Preparing, the woman made sure to regain her footing upon the ground. Her side into his front, she’d pull hard upon the man’s arm. Aiming to throw him down to his side with any strength she could muster. Unfortunately her throwing him at the ground would likely result in his other hand punching her down anyway. The fist colliding with the top of her shoulders near the base of the neck, the blonde would obviously wince and topple in the same direction as her partner.
If they indeed did go the same direction towards the ground, She’d try to roll before even hitting it, sending her elbow (maybe) once again into his torso.
Marcel's first strike managed to land though not in the intended spot, it was still quite effective. The fist meant for the back of Lady Sarai's head missed, and landed on the back of her neck, close to her shoulder. While this happened, Law was pulled down forcefully by the Angelean, and sent tumbling over, but not without a small grin from enjoying this. The fighting, the spars, who will win, what will be brought to the table!? Marcel loved it, he loved every single bit of it!
From a glance, Marcel was able to see that his previous attack had also sent his foe tumbling in the same direction, but it appears that she was going to use this misfortune in her favor. While this happened, Lady Sarai attempted to send an elbow towards the man's chest yet again! Why did it seem like she was only targeting the man's chest? Perhaps beating on a certain spot repeatedly was this woman's type of strategy? It would prove to be a problem after all, weakening said spot that's being constantly struck. This time, he wasn't going to let it happen again!
Before that elbow could be sent straight into the man's chest, Marcel attempted to grab Lady Sarai's elbow with both hands as the hybrid slid sideways on the ground before coming to a complete stop. He would stare into his opponent's eyes with a smirk if he managed to block her attack before shifting to his back, managing to lift the woman on top of him before attempting to fling her a bit upwards so he could get back to his feet. Once on his feet, Marcel would clench a fist, and look up to see if the blonde was coming back down. If she was, the moment she was close enough, Marcel would attempt to punch Lady Sarai straight in the chest! Giving her a taste of her own medicine!
Being hit on top of the shoulder blades was no cakewalk. Fist connecting with bone, it stung the nerves that ran through her body. Still, she had also succeeded. Throwing him down towards the ground is what threw off his punch! His dumb punch was sending her with him though. Having released his arm, they were just sprawling towards the ground together. Spinning her body, aiming to shove her elbow sharply into his chest, it seemed the pattern had become obvious to the male. Chuckling mentally, she’d muse ‘about time’.
His hands raised to catch her arm. The two of them sliding across the ground together with her one arm now locked in place. It would be a more difficult maneuver, but she’d attempt to swing her torso around. Throw a punch towards his face with the opposite hand. His hands held her fast, though, keeping most of the momentum from being useless. The eyes of the man focused on hers, they met one another with delighted grins and smirks.
“Seems you prefer me rougher.”
The blonde would speak teasingly, her words barely escaping her mouth before her body was thrust above his. The man twisting onto his back and giving her a swift shove into her arm and body. Into the air. The smirk remained on her face, pushing her arms in an almost swim like motion to correct her own posture. Beneath her and on the ground, he was standing. In the air, she was coming down. Like a missile ready to take out its target, Sarai had righted herself in the air and planned on bringing a large boot straight into his skull.
This spar was beginning to heat up, getting more, and more intense with every moment, every movement! As the two continued to tumble, Marcel successfully blocked Lady Sarai's attempted elbow attack to his chest, making sure not to get it damaged anymore. However, as he shifted himself to his back in an attempt to throw the blonde upwards, he was met by a swift punch to the face, causing him to grunt as a bruise started to form on his cheek. The man didn't get angry, or anything of course. The whole point of this was for the two to get themselves beat around, see what each other are made of, so he welcomed that successful hit with a grin of his own before finally throwing the woman off of him, and into the air as she spoke.
"It wouldn't be fun if we weren't getting a little rough now would it be, Lady Sarai?" he claimed, his tone low as usual, but with an obvious sign of enthusiasm. As he got back up, his black boots landing on the ground he'd look up as he prepared a punch for his foe only to see her coming down boot first! With his eyes widened, the man thought fast, and opened his fist back up while raising his other one up in an attempt to catch both her feet. If he was able to pull it off, he'd then try to throw her towards the barn, Ostrich Chickens running left, and right to escape this madness! As he watched her, the hybrid quickly realized something. What if she were to crash into the barn!? He was more worried about the barn than her since he knew at her power, it wouldn't really do much to her, but the barn will certainly take a beating, and it's already worn down enough as is!!
"....Dammit." with that, the man took to the air, dark ki surrounding his body as he flew towards the possibly still flying blonde, not at all sure what he should do next!!
Coming down from the air, the blonde was locked upon her opponent. A wild grin on her face, she had never been flung so high. Her opponents were usually just somewhat stronger humans. Not people who could flip her around like nothing. It was energizing and exciting. He called back to her, but the blood pumping through her ears via her heart somewhat drowned out the sound. He was grinning. Joyous. That’s all she could see and all she needed in these moments.
She could have chuckled as she saw the surprise, the girl ready to sink a food into his face. But he raised his hands. Grabbing her feet as they came down and she was almost instantly halted in the air. Throwing her arms out, she’d struggle to keep her balance even in the odd position. That would only las moments before Marcel flung her once again away from him. Through the air, the force was strong. Sarai had no flight to try and come out of this. Bracing herself for impact as she saw Ostrich Chickens run past and heard them wailing their fowlish caw, she near winced as she readied herself for a blast into the barn she had just seen and marveled at.
Oh how could he be so foolish!? With how hard Marcel threw Lady Sarai, the woman would no doubt crash into the barn, and possibly shatter it to pieces!! The hybrid continued on pursuing the thrown woman as the dark ki surrounding him flared up with determination! His eyes were glued on his foe who seemed to have been enjoying her little trip in the air, possibly unaware of the damage this might cause! The man's crimson eyes shifted to the barn which the two were inching closer, and closer to, then he looked down at the Ostrich Chickens, all confused about the madness that was happening.
Oh how his step father would've killed poor Marcel if anything happened to the guy's former home if he were alive.
Speeding up some, Marcel clenched his fists until he was close enough to her. He'd slow down, and open his hands back up as he managed to float to the woman's side, attempting to place a hand under her back, and the other on her rear with hopes of catching her as they were mere inches away from the barn. If he was successful, he'd float in place with the blonde in his arms, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth before looking up at the barn, still intact, or at least as intact as it is now with a smile on his face.
Time seemed to be moving so slowly. Like she was flying through the air on a breeze instead of rushing for a collision. It was kinda cool, if it weren’t for the fact that it was gonna hurt like mad to be the bulldozer to a building. Those seconds ticking by so slowly, the blonde awaited her ultimate demi-
What the hell was he doing?
The man known as Marcel was speeding towards her. Tensing her body, Sarai wasn’t quite sure how she’d defend against him. She didn’t have the speed to react to this incoming missile. Let alone actually attack or defend. He was closer. And closer. She near held her breath. That damn barn had to be soon, right? Maybe they’d both fly into it. He came to her side. The girl tried to twist her body and send a punch to him, though it all seemed to be sluggish. No time. There was no time.
The man caught her in his arms. Immediately stopped, she may as well have hit a wall. Her head spinning slightly, he still hadn’t struck her. Held. Confused, the bright-eyed youth looked up to him. “Is this where I swoon and say my hero? Or am I supposed to punch you?” Her voice was full of mockery and teasing. A jovial kind, as her bright smile couldn’t be missed. She was unsure though. Was this his way of ending it?
The barn, Marcel's precious childhood memories were saved. The man continued to look up at the barn with the potential barn destroyer still in his arms as he slowly floated down towards the ground. "Don't worry, Mikado. She's still in one piece..." he said to himself, referring to his step father, and the barn. The old man always did have a habit of calling the place a she, just like his father before him. Though after he said that, a piece of worn out wood broke off, falling towards the two, leading Marcel to look down at it with a nervous chuckle.
With that done, now it was time to.....
Marcel suddenly heard Lady Sarai's voice, prompting him to raise his eyes a bit in the realization that he...was still...holding her....The man's eyes returned to the blonde as she grinned back at him without a care in the world. "U-ummm..." was all Marcel was able to get out, the poor guy once again finding himself in an awkward, and hesitant spot. "I-I, I'm I didn't mea-" as the man continued jumbling up his words, he'd tense up causing him to accidentally tighten his grip on her, one of his hands....still on her rear. The moment he realized what he did, the guy froze up, eyes still on hers as his cheeks illuminated a darker red similar to his eyes. What exactly was happening right now, Marcel just couldn't comprehend. The real question however is why was he still holding on to her!? With that, his grip finally loosened, causing him to drop her by mistake in which he'd proceed to bow quickly, saying....
Sarai certainly didn’t know that name. And it wasn’t her. The blonde was a bit dense but she figured this comment had nothing to do with her. Marcel was looking really dreamily at the barn, like he had just saved his long lost lover. The blonde would chuckle lightly at this thought. She was still in his arms, not a position she often found herself in. A piece of rotted wood had fallen off the barn, Sarai watched it from the corner of her eye but found more interest in her sparring partner. She could hit him, but that would be such a cheap shot. It was no fun when the other person wasn’t in it.
At least she caught his attention. She was lighthearted as per usual, he... she saw that pride and joy slip from his expression. An ‘um.’ And then more hesitance. He was stuttering again. Obvious confusion would write itself across the girl’s features. He was fine not even minutes ago when she had grabbed him for that second kiss. Now he was back to fiddling about? Did something about her change that she hadn’t known? It was all very peculiar. And she wasn’t really sure if she should be insulted. His grip on her tightened, widening the female’s eyes just a bit as her nerves clearly conveyed the message that her ass was getting firmly grabbed.
Her body jumped a bit, her hand most opposite him flying for his shirt and gripping just beneath the collar. “That’s my ass!” The girl laughed with amusement and surprise. His face reddened and Sarai nearly commented again. Until she felt his grip loosen.
“You reall ne- HEY”
Her weight pulling her towards the ground as she fell out of his arms, her hand would still be gripping to his shirt, likely pulling him at least partially down with her. She’d get her feet beneath her, landing on the ground just below the two of them. Letting go of him, she’d place her hands on the back of her head and look to the man.
“You’re a real piece of work, ya know that? Try really hard to make me feel like shit earlier, pump my blood up for a spar, then drop me like yesterday’s garbage. You bipolar or something?”
She didn’t really look upset nor angry. That grin was back on her face. Relaxed hands upon the back of her head, she awaited the young man’s response.
Oh how things came spiraling in a whole other direction! After his accidental groping of the blonde, Marcel dropped the woman by mistake, but not before coming down with her as well due to Lady Sarai holding onto his collar prior to this! The man didn't fall however, but instead landed on his feet. It all didn't make sense to the man. He was honestly expecting a slap, or rather a punch knowing this one by now coming his way for what he did, but instead she did what she has pretty much been doing since she has gotten here.
Laughing, and grinning.
It was like this woman saw absolutely nothing negative about anything. Even how she spoke to him just now was all done with a casual grin. The man stopped his constant apology, and bowing before standing back tall, just looking at Lady Sarai with confusion, and guilt. "No, I-I'm no-" he'd pause before looking down. Hell, maybe he is bipolar....The man slowly shook his head, getting himself out of that thought before looking up at Lady Sarai, watching how she just stood there with out a care in the world. "I....I didn't mean to drop you....or...." he looked away, rubbing the side of his shoulder once more, not able to continue on with his sentence for obvious reasons. "....yeah." It's strange. The more she was around this woman, the more Marcel began to realize just how contrasting she was to him. She seems so peppy while Marcel was on the moody side. She's so easygoing while Marcel always has a lot on his mind. Hell, even her ki is the opposite of his!
"I...I just wanted to make sure nothing happened to the barn...." he was finally able to let out, looking back up at the aged barn then to Lady Sarai. "I wasn't...thinking. I relied too much on my instincts." he let out a deep breathe before continuing, clenching his fists before turning his head to the side, welcoming the woman to punch him for what he did. "I honestly didn't mean to drop you, Lady Sarai." he claimed, looking out in the distant as he awaited the possible strike.
He dropped with her. Not as fast or forcefully, but Marcel came to the ground as well. They were secure, but she still sensed no fighting spirit. How had that been lost so quickly? Her adrenaline was winding down and it was a large disappointment for the woman. She could have gone on a lot longer! The energy, their bodes moving together, sweating and enjoying every moment. It was an addiction that she loved to feed. And it was paused, possibly over.
He was still stuttering around. He’s say no to her accusation, maybe? It was hard to tell when his words were all scrambled about like that. Rolling her eyes and chuckling at him, she’d take a step forward so they were near touching once again. Looking up at him, bright blue eyes attempting to lock onto his gaze, she’d try to give him a moment to settle.
“You needn’t be so nervous. You can obviously handle me physically, so what changes once you lose your fight mode?”
That grin was still there. She was curious. She wondered. Still, there was that curiosity if she should be hurt. If he was really just insulting her this whole time and she was just oblivious enough to think this wasn’t a reaction to her. In a short time he was speaking more normally, though with a lot of tension. He clenched his fists, something she noted from her peripherals. He turned his head from her and almost tensed up like he was waiting for something. Gripping his wrist, her fingers just barely dangling over the back of his hand. It was secure and a bit fiery.
“This place is special, so show me!”
Her exclamation was sudden and full of energy. Why did she ask for this? She wasn’t really sure. But hey. New things were fun. Maybe it would distract him.
Lady Sarai did bring up an interesting question, yet it caused Marcel to think of it the other way around. What was it about fighting that made him so confident, so...aggressive? Marcel, and Sarai appeared to be opposites in almost ever way, but when it came to the little spar they just had, it was as if they were one in the same throughout it. "I...honestly don't have an answer for that." he claimed, shaking his head a bit. "Perhaps it is just the Saiyan in me." he claimed, managing to let out a weak chuckle. Perhaps that was the reason. It would make sense after all, but it still felt more like a mystery than he wanted it to.
Marcel stood there, waiting for that punch to drill him across the face. In the end, it would most likely not hurt that much, but still he tensed up as if he were waiting to get knocked unconcious. He wanted to hurry up, and get this over with so he could put this embarrassing chapter behind him. He honestly wanted to fly away at this point, but he just couldn't get himself to budge both out of nervousness, and feeling a sense of needing to be punished for what he did. As she grew closer to him, Marcel closed his eyes shut. It was time it seems. In a matter of seconds, his face will be once again met by the woman's fist....
But it wasn't.
Instead, the hybrid opened his eyes to the feeling of a hand on one of his wrists. He'd glance down to see that it was Lady Sarai's which caused him to turn his head back to face her, tilting it down to look at her hand on his wrist. This was certainly not the reaction he was expecting. She then spoke about wanting to be shown the barn, quickly causing the hybrid to quickly look up, crimson eyes set on her blue ones. At first his expression was just puzzled, but for some reason it would turn to a much lighter tone. He didn't know why, but hearing her want to learn more about this barn, the barn his step father once lived in just brought happiness to the guy, making him forget about what previously happened. With a warm smile now painted on his face, Marcel let out a soft, but enthusiastic. "S-Sure! I would love to, Lady Sarai." he claimed as he began to walk to the worn out barn door whether the Angelean still held onto him, or not.
He'd slide the barn door to the side, causing the scent of hay to immediately hit which was a welcoming smell to Marcel. The inside looked like any other barn, haystacks, stalls formerly used for cow's, and horses along with various old farm tools, some even looking older than the barn itself. The man walked in, his feet pressing against the hay covered ground until he reached the middle of this large building. The only light here was the light peering in from the open door. Marcel looked over at the stack of hay, and so that the old lamp was there, but he doubted it could make a flame. "It does not look like much now, but a lot has happened in this barn." he claimed with a nostalgic smile, his head turned back to Lady Sarai if she had followed in.
He didn’t act disgusted this time. Sarai didn’t understand this man at all. But, there were other things to think on! Her hand on the man’s wrist, he’d look surprised. Not in the way he had been, falling over and gasping for air before being a bumbling mess of words. But... surprised in a normal way. The blonde tilted her head just a short distance, wondering if he was going to say something to express what was up with him. But nope. He merely said he’d love to show her the barn. Grinning happily, that was fine with her. She hadn’t really seen that many barns. Living in the city didn’t particularly cater to a more outdoor life.
Walking with him, her hand would loosen its grip. Slipping down his wrist and her fingers grazing over his hand and even his fingers. Then they’d finally part, the blonde merely following him like nothing was amiss. He’d open the door, to which Sarai would watch with her little cocky grin and place her hands upon her hips. She was about to make a comment, one she might not have even known what it would say. But then the smell of hay hit her.
“Damn. That smell is strong.”
She didn’t seem upset, her smile was still there, but her hand did lift to rub at her nose. It itched. The small spores from the hay causing her sense to be thrown off. She had never been around hay like this. Her other hand leaving her hip, she’d move a bit more excitedly into the barn. There wasn’t a lot of light, but that didn’t seem to bother her. This was... so new. She left Marcel’s side, exploring on her own. Delving into the darkness that held things she had never seen. Wooden barn. Stalls for animals. Bales of hay stacked to the ceiling in an almost staircase fashion.
“I’ve never seen anything like this.”
The woman spoke with a bit of awe. She was near the stacks of hay. The bales. Grin and joy coursing through her, she’d begin to climb those same bales and starting for the rafters. Upon moving, she’d hear him speak. Turning her head and halting in her movements slightly, Sarai contemplated what he meant.
“Like that rolling in the hay type thing? Is that why you love this barn?”
It was so innocent sounding. Sure, she was still smiling. But even when she talked it didn’t hold that mocking. Sarai was apparently asking an actual question. She’d wait a bit, but likely continue to climb up hay bales.
Marcel couldn't help, but let out a light chuckle after hearing his guest's comment about the smell. It sure was a strong smell alright which most people couldn't stand. Even Marcel couldn't stand it at first when he first visited this place as a child with his step father. Was certainly interesting to see that Lady Sarai didn't seem bothered by it. Instead she looked as enthusiastic about being here as Marcel was during his youth, bringing a smile to the man's face as he watched her look around.
"Well, I am glad that this barn is the first one you've ever seen." he claimed, adding to the comment the blonde made earlier. Not many people lived the farm life, or came all the way out to places like this now in the present, so Law wasn't all that surprised hearing that from her. He did enjoy being able to show another a bit of this culture, a bit of his past that didn't involve him being picked on for being a "monster." It was nice. Marcel would begin walking around himself, heading over to a worn out green tractor that was resting there in one of the corners, placing a hand on the side of it. Oh, the memories this thing brought back to him of how his step father tried to teach him how to control this yet the hybrid would never be able to get it right! Marcel let out another nostalgic chuckle as he rubbed the tractor, feeling on the familiar dents his younger self brought on to it.
He'd then return back to the stack of hay holding the old lamp, getting ready to pick it up just as Sarai commented on something the man said which quickly brought back those pesky red colors on his cheeks, making him freeze in place. "W-what? N-no, no that...that never happened here....." he clearly knew what she meant which reverted the poor man back to his hesitant state, but he then thought about it for a bit. Wait, what if...stuff like that did happen in here!? Perhaps his step father wasn't so above doing such things....The man quickly shook his head to get out of that thought before floating up past where Lady Sarai was climbing, planting his rear on the stack of hay, placing the lamp he brought right beside him.
"So...." he attempted to change the subject, looking down at the blonde before the lamp until he remembered something he was actually meaning to ask her. "Oh, what is an Angelean I believed you called it? If you do not mind me asking?" he recalled her blurting that out earlier, and during their first meeting. Did it have something to due with that weird ki signature she gave off?
Marcel’s words were somewhat acknowledged by the blonde woman, but not completely. It certainly was the first barn she had ever been in, been near. Maybe she had seen pictures when she was very small, in a book or at school. But in one? Never! This smell was so weird and different. Her nose still itched, her throat and passages not used to such a smell, but she continued onwards. There was so much to see and explore! Her thoughts were not upon the other man as he let her do as she wished. Moving about the darkened barn and climbing atop the hay that further irritated her airways.
Not until he was near the bottom of the haypile did she look to him again. She had asked a question, wondering about his past and just what was so meaningful. She got him to stutter. Again. Rolling her eyes to herself, she had little thought to do anything else but keep climbing. If she got to the rafters she could see what was up there and look down upon the whole barn!
“Don’t worry, Shadow. There’s still plenty of time for you to make those memories.”
This was a tad bit more teasing, a lightness to her voice as she spoke. Yet she didn’t return her attention to him. The blonde was an odd young woman with barely a shy bone in her body. The comment wasn’t held back and she thought mostly nothing of it. Continue on with her own adventures and see where things took her! But man... did it get darker as she climbed.
Then, he caught her attention. What is an Angelean? Her face beaming, her gaze instantly shot for the man sitting upon the haystack. One hand holding to a haystack, the girl bent just a bit at the knees. Then, she tossed her body off the hay covered wall. In midair, there would be a slight change. Not overly so, but one Marcel might notice. Her small bit of power doubled. Grinning brightly, there was an oddity that was highlighted in her ki. That ancient feeling become more noticeable as she tapped into the energy of the celestial bodies.
Her feet barely hit the barn floor with a loud thunk, the hay beneath her boots giving to her weight. So much so that she ended up sliding. Falling backwards and slamming her ass into the ground with her back shortly behind. She’d be giggling as her arms hit the wooden floor to keep her head from slamming into it as well.
“We’re cosmic beings that draw on the power of the universe, of the planets and stars. A lot of us were killed off in the past. I’m going to bring us back recognition and strength!”
There was such pride and energy in her voice. She had no doubt that she could do this. That she would succeed. A bright grin on her face, the girl would fall back upon the ground if uninterrupted, letting the doubled power fade and her head rest back against the floor.
Angeleans' bodies naturally generate a rather neutral form of energy to boost their strength by a rather small amount. However it is noted the user will be extremely exhausted after a long period of use. [x2]
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