Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2017 9:11:18 GMT -5
Anger.
It was something some might see as the easiest route to victory, either because it granted what felt like an increased tolerance to any blows that were received, and even the impression that ones that were dealt were stronger.
Or because an angered opponent, was usually one who would miss what would normally be obvious faults in decisions. A mindset which she could see the reason behind, and had even been able to experience herself in both scenarios.
However, this belief had left out the factor of culture, and how different that of another could be. The Saiyan, for as long as they had known each other, had made it clear that her kin was one which liked to fight and train.
What emotions the raven-haired girl tended to display was a lack of interest, if the matter at hand didn't involve any violence. The kind of aggression and life that the girl showed thereafter, was the kind of expression taut and malleable enough to ruin, if given the right amount of blows. Or that was at least what she wanted to believe.
Obviously being used to acting violently, there was more of a sense of control the younger girl had, compared to anyone else who could be angered. Each blow pressed deeply into her skin, leaving it bruised and stinging, while creating the potential in drawing blood. Had this been an earthling, a few strikes would have just been enough.
The fact that the girl only continued though, said a lot about the kind of pride her culture had for fighting. She knew the girl couldn't care less about the evaluation, like the Majin would, whenever her performance was reviewed.
This was all about not losing a match, which like the rest they've had, was one the girl wouldn't hold back on. The same couldn't be said for herself, which had to be all the more irritating. Ki flaring fiercely around her, the strain in her legs had slowly but surely became less of a focus on her mind, as she quickly moved about the stadium.
What had once been pure visibility that even an infant was able to follow, had turned more into a blur, as she left behind afterimages of the spot they had been last. All had that warning glare on their faces, which the Saiyan flaring her own ki, had hit, instead of making contact with her. Intentional or not, it was difficult to really determine.
She only knew that her overpowering speed was something which she was trying to show off, more on dealing the girl some more blows. Going at this level, which the raven-haired girl would have trouble following, had she been more inexperienced, was starting to instill within her a feeling of euphoria. It felt like she was untouchable.
Mindset the Saiyan had only encouraged with all of the missed blows, and close encounters, which aimed at her throat, along with other places on her upper body. These punches had meant to stun. Something that with each and every blow that she avoided, grew more and more tempting. It wasn't overconfidence. She knew she could take the hit.
Their difference in power was wide enough for it to be just hard and stinging, so she had no reason to worry. The only thing really stopping her, was that she hadn't exhausted and angered the girl enough to go beyond when she stopped.
Humiliation was one which would leave that moment of weakness she was looking for. No matter how hardened the younger girl was, it was a fact that emotions didn't get to the girl and her people, because they didn't allow it to.
All those events that she could think of where it would have been appropriate to smile, were feelings which the Saiyan had to likely be familiar with, but just didn't act on. There was no reason to. No temptation to differ from what the girl had already been accustomed to not showing on her planet. The raven-haired girl didn't need to either.
She could be broken and scared without showing any happiness that those cultured were used to. So long as those eyes of hers remained, daring to question her rule and power, she would view the girl as the same as she always did.
The Saiyan was someone who should be challenged to exhaustion, which only she would be able to give. Suddenly stopping in front of the girl, who had grew a bit more than when they had first met, that satisfaction with her speed didn't leave her. Pain coursed through her body, and she keeled over, as she was struck in the gut with a punch.
The fabric that covered her skin was hardly thick enough to soften anything, and her lungs filled with mucus, which was spat out as she gasped. But the vulnerability that the girl was likely expecting, which would have allowed her body to be kicked or some other way to create a gap, hadn't happened. It was true, that the blow still lied there.
Though that renewed sense of energy it felt like she had, going into her next level of speed, still remained with her. The Saiyan was pushed down with what strength she could muster, and they both fell, with the girl landing on the hard tiled floor. This wasn't over. Not yet. There was much more she could inflict on the girl with her stinging fists.
Much more that she knew the raven-haired girl should have been able to take and feel. The likeness that they had when it came to certain ideals, she wanted to see the girl reach it for herself. To fight back against her.
"Come on, you're going to die if you don't fight back."
It wasn't meant as an encouragement, but a potential fact. The armor which the girl was wearing, and made her knuckles bleed, as bits of skin peeled open, had already cracked in places. Part of the girl's navel became exposed underneath.
Those eyes of the girl's were still defiant, but the slightest twitch of an arm she saw move, she had pinned down. Their panted breathing could be heard, and feeling she dealt enough to the girl's gut, the Saiyan's head was punched next. A brain, whether human or not, was one of the most important part about the body to avoid damaging.
They had finally gotten a healing tank to heal any injuries they suffered, but it wasn't a saving grace or replacement for brain cells. She should have knew that, so where was that anger that had given the girl strength earlier?
Blood was what she had began to smell seeping out of her hand in numerous amounts, though far from what the Saiyan was suffering. That potentially sickly sweet aroma, was only a taste of what the girl was likely feeling right now.
All those blows that she gave that went uncontested, had to have done so internal bleeding. Each attempt that the Saiyan had made to fight back against her grip, she had noticed that hesitation into putting too much pressure against her stomach. More and more effort had also unsuccessfully been attempted, with that fight in her eyes growing lighter.
It was almost difficult to look at, and something she hoped would end with the girl finding renewed strength, breaking free from the position she now had the girl's head slammed and forced down. Resistance that should have been made easier. Her gaze on the girl had never left a moment too long. She wanted the girl to see good and clear her expression. Get a good look at the Saiyan's own. They were both differing from the fight they had earlier.
Her expression was one which had been meant to be challenged, turning into disappointment, which the scent of blood lingering in the air had relieved. The girl, she watched that fight in her eyes recede, bit by bit.
Brushed the girl's hand over her neck, wanted the Saiyan to know just how easy it was she could have just choked the girl from the beginning, in their position like this. And the thing that was supposed to be the most insulting, was the fact that she was now at her base strength and speed. Everything the girl should have been able to see and feel.
Her breathing had become much steadier, while the raven-haired girl's own had slowed down to the point where it should have been worrying. She saw no panic in the girl's eyes however, and the smell of blood was becoming so potent.
Neither of their bodies had flared their ki any longer, and she began to stop her hits on the girl. What high she had been riding on left her, making her quite aware of the strain she had put her body in, and not to mention her fists.
A cough filled with blood was let out by the Saiyan, as she was about to get up and off of the girl. Looking back at that bloodied face, she found that fight in the girl's eyes slowly returning, though was accompanied by more coughs, which grew continuously violent. A shift in weight underneath her also became apparent, as if pulsating to life.
Before her tired mind could really even put together exactly what was going on, she found herself suddenly shoved back, as another loud and viscous cough had escaped the girl. The air began to suddenly change, and with it was an increasingly growing power. Looking at the Saiyan from her position on the ground, she found the hair was changing?
Ki was quickly starting to surround the other girl's body, whose hair was turning lighter and spiking up. The ground started to shake beneath them like a small tremor, which after the ki flaring grew even bigger, and a goblet of blood covered saliva was spat on the ground, she found had ended. Aura of ki still radiating, the girl's hair was now fully blonde, and eyes had went from those shade of dark eyes, into one which had become a clear turquoise.
"Don't you dare stop...I'm going to see one of your other forms."
Wiping away what excess blood was on the girl's mouth, the Saiyan still looked injured, though this new transformation of hers, must have given such renewed tolerance. Her body was less hunched over, and strangely, this was the most she had seen the girl talk at once. Especially in a manner where she felt like the girl cared about what she did.
No movements followed the demand from the Saiyan, and she was able to get up, although painfully, without getting hit then and there as well. It was a bit disappointing that she actually would have to use one of her other forms, but she couldn't help but smile at what progress had clearly been made today, bloody as it was. Her eyes had glowed red.
Who was she to deny such a request?
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It was something some might see as the easiest route to victory, either because it granted what felt like an increased tolerance to any blows that were received, and even the impression that ones that were dealt were stronger.
Or because an angered opponent, was usually one who would miss what would normally be obvious faults in decisions. A mindset which she could see the reason behind, and had even been able to experience herself in both scenarios.
However, this belief had left out the factor of culture, and how different that of another could be. The Saiyan, for as long as they had known each other, had made it clear that her kin was one which liked to fight and train.
What emotions the raven-haired girl tended to display was a lack of interest, if the matter at hand didn't involve any violence. The kind of aggression and life that the girl showed thereafter, was the kind of expression taut and malleable enough to ruin, if given the right amount of blows. Or that was at least what she wanted to believe.
Obviously being used to acting violently, there was more of a sense of control the younger girl had, compared to anyone else who could be angered. Each blow pressed deeply into her skin, leaving it bruised and stinging, while creating the potential in drawing blood. Had this been an earthling, a few strikes would have just been enough.
The fact that the girl only continued though, said a lot about the kind of pride her culture had for fighting. She knew the girl couldn't care less about the evaluation, like the Majin would, whenever her performance was reviewed.
This was all about not losing a match, which like the rest they've had, was one the girl wouldn't hold back on. The same couldn't be said for herself, which had to be all the more irritating. Ki flaring fiercely around her, the strain in her legs had slowly but surely became less of a focus on her mind, as she quickly moved about the stadium.
What had once been pure visibility that even an infant was able to follow, had turned more into a blur, as she left behind afterimages of the spot they had been last. All had that warning glare on their faces, which the Saiyan flaring her own ki, had hit, instead of making contact with her. Intentional or not, it was difficult to really determine.
She only knew that her overpowering speed was something which she was trying to show off, more on dealing the girl some more blows. Going at this level, which the raven-haired girl would have trouble following, had she been more inexperienced, was starting to instill within her a feeling of euphoria. It felt like she was untouchable.
Mindset the Saiyan had only encouraged with all of the missed blows, and close encounters, which aimed at her throat, along with other places on her upper body. These punches had meant to stun. Something that with each and every blow that she avoided, grew more and more tempting. It wasn't overconfidence. She knew she could take the hit.
Their difference in power was wide enough for it to be just hard and stinging, so she had no reason to worry. The only thing really stopping her, was that she hadn't exhausted and angered the girl enough to go beyond when she stopped.
Humiliation was one which would leave that moment of weakness she was looking for. No matter how hardened the younger girl was, it was a fact that emotions didn't get to the girl and her people, because they didn't allow it to.
All those events that she could think of where it would have been appropriate to smile, were feelings which the Saiyan had to likely be familiar with, but just didn't act on. There was no reason to. No temptation to differ from what the girl had already been accustomed to not showing on her planet. The raven-haired girl didn't need to either.
She could be broken and scared without showing any happiness that those cultured were used to. So long as those eyes of hers remained, daring to question her rule and power, she would view the girl as the same as she always did.
The Saiyan was someone who should be challenged to exhaustion, which only she would be able to give. Suddenly stopping in front of the girl, who had grew a bit more than when they had first met, that satisfaction with her speed didn't leave her. Pain coursed through her body, and she keeled over, as she was struck in the gut with a punch.
The fabric that covered her skin was hardly thick enough to soften anything, and her lungs filled with mucus, which was spat out as she gasped. But the vulnerability that the girl was likely expecting, which would have allowed her body to be kicked or some other way to create a gap, hadn't happened. It was true, that the blow still lied there.
Though that renewed sense of energy it felt like she had, going into her next level of speed, still remained with her. The Saiyan was pushed down with what strength she could muster, and they both fell, with the girl landing on the hard tiled floor. This wasn't over. Not yet. There was much more she could inflict on the girl with her stinging fists.
Much more that she knew the raven-haired girl should have been able to take and feel. The likeness that they had when it came to certain ideals, she wanted to see the girl reach it for herself. To fight back against her.
"Come on, you're going to die if you don't fight back."
It wasn't meant as an encouragement, but a potential fact. The armor which the girl was wearing, and made her knuckles bleed, as bits of skin peeled open, had already cracked in places. Part of the girl's navel became exposed underneath.
Those eyes of the girl's were still defiant, but the slightest twitch of an arm she saw move, she had pinned down. Their panted breathing could be heard, and feeling she dealt enough to the girl's gut, the Saiyan's head was punched next. A brain, whether human or not, was one of the most important part about the body to avoid damaging.
They had finally gotten a healing tank to heal any injuries they suffered, but it wasn't a saving grace or replacement for brain cells. She should have knew that, so where was that anger that had given the girl strength earlier?
Blood was what she had began to smell seeping out of her hand in numerous amounts, though far from what the Saiyan was suffering. That potentially sickly sweet aroma, was only a taste of what the girl was likely feeling right now.
All those blows that she gave that went uncontested, had to have done so internal bleeding. Each attempt that the Saiyan had made to fight back against her grip, she had noticed that hesitation into putting too much pressure against her stomach. More and more effort had also unsuccessfully been attempted, with that fight in her eyes growing lighter.
It was almost difficult to look at, and something she hoped would end with the girl finding renewed strength, breaking free from the position she now had the girl's head slammed and forced down. Resistance that should have been made easier. Her gaze on the girl had never left a moment too long. She wanted the girl to see good and clear her expression. Get a good look at the Saiyan's own. They were both differing from the fight they had earlier.
Her expression was one which had been meant to be challenged, turning into disappointment, which the scent of blood lingering in the air had relieved. The girl, she watched that fight in her eyes recede, bit by bit.
Brushed the girl's hand over her neck, wanted the Saiyan to know just how easy it was she could have just choked the girl from the beginning, in their position like this. And the thing that was supposed to be the most insulting, was the fact that she was now at her base strength and speed. Everything the girl should have been able to see and feel.
Her breathing had become much steadier, while the raven-haired girl's own had slowed down to the point where it should have been worrying. She saw no panic in the girl's eyes however, and the smell of blood was becoming so potent.
Neither of their bodies had flared their ki any longer, and she began to stop her hits on the girl. What high she had been riding on left her, making her quite aware of the strain she had put her body in, and not to mention her fists.
A cough filled with blood was let out by the Saiyan, as she was about to get up and off of the girl. Looking back at that bloodied face, she found that fight in the girl's eyes slowly returning, though was accompanied by more coughs, which grew continuously violent. A shift in weight underneath her also became apparent, as if pulsating to life.
Before her tired mind could really even put together exactly what was going on, she found herself suddenly shoved back, as another loud and viscous cough had escaped the girl. The air began to suddenly change, and with it was an increasingly growing power. Looking at the Saiyan from her position on the ground, she found the hair was changing?
Ki was quickly starting to surround the other girl's body, whose hair was turning lighter and spiking up. The ground started to shake beneath them like a small tremor, which after the ki flaring grew even bigger, and a goblet of blood covered saliva was spat on the ground, she found had ended. Aura of ki still radiating, the girl's hair was now fully blonde, and eyes had went from those shade of dark eyes, into one which had become a clear turquoise.
"Don't you dare stop...I'm going to see one of your other forms."
Wiping away what excess blood was on the girl's mouth, the Saiyan still looked injured, though this new transformation of hers, must have given such renewed tolerance. Her body was less hunched over, and strangely, this was the most she had seen the girl talk at once. Especially in a manner where she felt like the girl cared about what she did.
No movements followed the demand from the Saiyan, and she was able to get up, although painfully, without getting hit then and there as well. It was a bit disappointing that she actually would have to use one of her other forms, but she couldn't help but smile at what progress had clearly been made today, bloody as it was. Her eyes had glowed red.
Who was she to deny such a request?
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