Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2017 22:37:50 GMT -5
There was still a difference in their power.
She could feel it in the air, along with smelling it from mixes of both dried and wet blood on the girl. Even so, she had doubted that the girl really cared. This new transformation seemed to have brought on a chance within the Saiyan.
One which was beyond just being a literal sense. That fight she had been looking for, and trying to bring out since driving the girl to exhaustion, was renewed in a way different from just finding some kind of second wind.
The light in the girl's eyes was one that recognized she had survived what would normally be fatal blows, which although quiet for the most part, had behind it the kind of silence where hundreds of thoughts could fly by in a second. Her strength behind her punches hadn't been enough to kill the girl, but it certainly must have felt like it.
Having tapped into her own transformation, which was the first had came across, not only did her eyes had changed color, but her face was more monstrous. A sight her allies knew about, though certainly weren't used to.
Appearances were one of the things which she took pride in, and she didn't need to be as good looking as a model, to know she was hideous in this form. Something to run away from. The reason she often stuck to her other forms.
They kept her regular appearance for the most part, and she didn't look as if she needed a paperbag over her. An easy human weakness, but unlike her modesty in keeping her more bare appearances hidden, one she could push through.
No matter how much ki was flaring around them, the tolerance that both of their forms gave them, was only just that. What injuries they dealt each other were very real and present, as they moved about the stadium again.
Her speed, now that she had left her base and entered one of her forms, no longer left behind any afterimages. From one spot to the next, she had appeared and gone, her breathing growing more intense by the second as she did.
Whether she was at the top of her base speed, or the top speed of one of her transformations, the result would be the same. What punches she wanted to throw in either, wasn't necessary to be at close range. Moving as fast as she did would exert a lot of energy, the air current digging into those raw and open injuries, but it was an advantage.
The ki that enveloped around her hands in a white aura, she had threw forward numerously, punching the air. With each punch released a visible current mixed in with ki, which was the complete opposite of the technique the Namekian used.
This tech, along with many of those she had in mind, were ones she would incorporate for herself, only packed behind with speed. Visibility was one she didn't mind when she was just toying with someone. There was no harm in letting them see the kind of destruction she could cause with her own strength, and that she was the one dealing it.
But things were different at this speed. Anyone who pushed her to this level would be familiar with her face enough, and she no longer would care about herself being visible. If there was anything or anyone that could serve as a threat, it was fighting against a foe one had trouble seeing and defending themselves against due to speed.
Her attacks would remain visible, if only to really sell the idea it was a mistake to go against her. Things she wished she could have proved to that swordsman, but certainly not one she would do again. Not when all the research she had collected, and the heights of speed she was able to reach, far exceeded that of a normal human.
Each throw of a punch she made, while it wouldn't like all meet its mark, could at least serve to cause some off balance. The Saiyan had dodged what she could, no sign or hesitation, as she failed to strike her in a place she had previously been. Her blonde ally looked more assured than anything else, which wasn't exactly a surprise.
Beyond injuries being a reason, the outburst the younger girl had gave, seemed to have been because she had stopped hitting the girl. Walking away from this session and the girl thus suffering a loss for doing so, was what apparently inspired the girl enough for her to find the drive to keep fighting. To push through that pain.
She needed more evidence, but she was under the slight impression that this transformation made the blonde smarter as well. In a figurative sense, anyway. Usually the Saiyan would be charging at her right now, or meeting her blows.
All that was being done however, was dodging as best as she could. With how numerous they were however, she was able to watch quite a portion pack the punch in pushing the girl back. It was the equivalent of being punched directly.
There was one more technique she had in mind, ever since fighting that man though. Unlike the other girl, she wasn't one to really do long range. But there was certainly a middle ground, when it came to feeling like something was an equivalent. She was forced to stop and rest, unless she wanted to fall down, which was a moment of weakness used.
The Saiyan had charged, but there was no orbs of ki being thrown, and as the gap closed, no indication of one starting either. It was just her being grabbed, and punches being delivered in a way that she had given the girl.
What force behind it though, had that golden aura the girl's transformation induced, and she could tell was quite different from her ally's base strength. There was no criticism given to her, denoting her attacks to be weak.
It was difficult to picture the reason now, though she knew as to why. The blood she caused the girl to cough up, had been enough for it not to cease even after a couple of more violent ones. She had to have been forced to ingest some more, or lungs hurt too much to really talk. Nothing that would normally stop the girl either. So why?
What game was she playing at here? Even the glare she had given the Saiyan, wasn't one which had elicited a response. She would have said it was unnerving, if there had really been anything for her to fear. Whatever was going on in that mind of the girl, what she said earlier, was something she would continue to make true. She just needed her chance.
Blow after blow, the Saiyan had hit her. But they weren't maneuvers which was left uncontested. She didn't see it as much trouble to shoulder it with her elbow. The younger girl could only hold onto her with one hand, and though the grip on the other seemed to be intentionally tight to dissuade her, there wasn't much struggle in loosening the hold.
This pain that she was being dealt with, and heightening the open ones that just weren't a feeling waiting on going away, was because she was allowing it. That shouldn't be something which was forgotten from any of their bouts.
She didn't break free from the grip, nor fire off a ki attack, even though it would have created a gap between them. The Saiyan was being allowed to do this. To look at her in this form and remember that blood was one of her motivations. Wet or dry, the scent helped her lose herself into the sensation, her body twitching in places.
It felt more like pulsing than anything else, pain centering in her chest, and feeling as if it was also grabbing at her throat. She was coughing, sharing what the younger girl must have felt like, when she had made it difficult for the girl to breathe. The difference was, she could stop it. Her hand had been placed on the girl's midriff, thumb over the exposed skin, where bits of dried blood smeared across her hand. Lightly, the girl was pushed away from her.
There was resistance as expected, but she was done. This wasn't no turn around. The Saiyan had simply been allowed to get her fill, because no matter what happened with these sparring sessions, the point of it wasn't to win, but to see just how much they were capable of handling. Both of them were still standing, and neither of their ki had dissipated in the slightest. Had this been an open match for a crowd to view, things would have been much different.
"Enough."
But that was a thought to indulge in later. The little coughs that she had let out, was one that had made the girl sneer, as trickles of blood were spat out into her hand. Nothing near the amount the Saiyan had let out, but satisfaction was one that differed from person to person. The corner of the girl's lips, had all the smug of someone who won, only bringing attention to the bruises around the mouth and face that was suffered, from meeting the ground.
"If you want to quit, go ahead. No one's stopping you.'
The girl had finally spoke again, turning what she said to mean the opposite of what she intended. Unlike the usual however, it was rather clear the girl was referring to her, instead of making an indirect comment addressed to her.
It might not have meant much to someone else, but it confirmed for her that the girl's thinking was different in this transformation. The reason for it being confidence, or something else didn't matter. What was important is that the Saiyan was able to take that many blows against someone who was both older than her, and had a whole other strength.
"Not a chance."
That was all she really needed to say to the girl, as enough of a gap was created for her to back out with a jump. This wasn't going to be something that the girl would be able to dodge. She had taken enough hits to fully defend against what she knew would be an incoming counter attack as well. It would drive them both exhaustion like many other bouts, but it would be done while in their transformed state. A big difference from many of their past bouts.
As far as she was concerned, the girl was on or near an equal playing field as she was. Likely to survive on her own against whatever hybrids they could have possibly encountered within the near future. The others still needed testing.
Glowing red orbs of ki were formed from the center of her palms, its strength something she wasn't hiding at all, as her gaze kept watch on the Saiyan. These were neither to be orbs that would mimic the younger girl's own, nor waves of ki that she had already used earlier. This was something different, which the girl should very well prepare for.
Finished with standing around, she had moved about the stadium once more, remaining at her top level of speed. She knew where her limits were, and while her movements were slightly shaky from the injuries that she had taken, it wouldn't matter. This would be the last shot for today, and the ki that flared around her, was fiercer than ever.
What smell of blood in the air was lost to her now, and the kind of focus that she was putting into tolerating where she was pushing herself, also showed within her eyes. They were glowing red, and didn't shy away from expressing the kind of exhaustion that she knew would come for her with this attack. She wanted to last longer than the Saiyan.
As she moved around, the blonde had charged up her own attack, taking a similar precaution as she had been quite a bit ago after gaining this transformation. Their eyes had met whenever she was forced to slow down and reveal herself fora few brief moments, where she now found the lack of trying on the girl's part, as infuriating. She was putting her all here, running around like this, and the younger girl just knew that it was a wasted effort to try and match the speed.
That was the difference from her earlier feelings, but it couldn't be helped. If the girl really wanted to wait for her to strike before dealing her own, then she would get that wish of hers. Though it wouldn't be pretty.
The kind of power that she poured into this last technique, she could feel by how heavy it felt to her. This was the accumulation of her own energy and drive to prove to herself that speed was something which could be meaningful.
That the force that would accompany the attack along with it, would be enough that would have even those stronger than her, have difficulties with both standing, and breathing. That kind of reaction she wanted to invoke, she could see the image all in her head. Now it was just putting it all to actual use, and to relish the moment for herself.
Numerous and rather sizable amounts of ki waves were fired up at the air, her breathing quickening with each one, as she watched the girl look up in confusion, before realizing what was happening. And the thing was, there wasn't anything that could be done about it. The Saiyan had ran as she had expected, as the beams of energy came down.
Though it hadn't just upped and dissipated. The way the beams were moving, it was clear they were all being controlled at once, and at a rate which by the end of its result, would form one huge wave that could send the girl flying.
Chased around by the attack, which was starting to mix as they got too close and were absorbed into each other, she was reminded of how she had been that day. Unable to really dodge this attack, and forced to take a hit.
This cornering feeling that she was likely inducing in the other girl, was what she had wanted to see. It would hit the girl no matter how much she would run, and with it was sure to be a tremor that those in the area would feel.
That brink of realization for the Saiyan, had came with a hateful frown, as the girl took a dive down, realizing there was nothing to do but to defend herself. Compared to her own attack, which only grew as the girl moved, it wasn't a contest to know who would be the one flying back. But what power those spheres of the girl did have, would at least defend against the kind of power that she had placed into what she would go as far to refer as her ultimate.
The two attacks had met contact, and she could feel the resistance the Saiyan had still managed to put up for herself, despite the size differences between the two techniques. Her mind and the surroundings around her, were starting to feel dull and out of touch with each passing second, as she continued to fight against the girl, with what she could.
Through the efforts that they both putting in, but was coming more from the other girl's side, the ki that flared around them was a more visible indication of just how much the ground was shaking from beneath them.
A display which gone back and forth, as their techniques did. Her mind was losing consciousness, and her output started to lighten, as she felt the Saiyan's own had. She had to let go when the Saiyan did, if she wanted to avoid the walls. Her vision was getting more compacted, and she could feel her stance was breaking apart from exhaustion.
The other girl giving her what she wanted, and being finally pushed back by the attack, had ended this long struggle, along with various phases in both bouts of speed and power. But her will in wanting to redirect the remaining energy downwards, would end it all. Like lightning striking down, her technique had echoed, shaking the ground even more.
What strain she was feeling lightened as the energy dissipated, but she couldn't hold onto her consciousness long enough to really see which one of them had been able to last longer than the others. She blinked once. Twice.
Before she had no choice but to black out, darkness surrounding her vision.
WC: 2,797
She could feel it in the air, along with smelling it from mixes of both dried and wet blood on the girl. Even so, she had doubted that the girl really cared. This new transformation seemed to have brought on a chance within the Saiyan.
One which was beyond just being a literal sense. That fight she had been looking for, and trying to bring out since driving the girl to exhaustion, was renewed in a way different from just finding some kind of second wind.
The light in the girl's eyes was one that recognized she had survived what would normally be fatal blows, which although quiet for the most part, had behind it the kind of silence where hundreds of thoughts could fly by in a second. Her strength behind her punches hadn't been enough to kill the girl, but it certainly must have felt like it.
Having tapped into her own transformation, which was the first had came across, not only did her eyes had changed color, but her face was more monstrous. A sight her allies knew about, though certainly weren't used to.
Appearances were one of the things which she took pride in, and she didn't need to be as good looking as a model, to know she was hideous in this form. Something to run away from. The reason she often stuck to her other forms.
They kept her regular appearance for the most part, and she didn't look as if she needed a paperbag over her. An easy human weakness, but unlike her modesty in keeping her more bare appearances hidden, one she could push through.
No matter how much ki was flaring around them, the tolerance that both of their forms gave them, was only just that. What injuries they dealt each other were very real and present, as they moved about the stadium again.
Her speed, now that she had left her base and entered one of her forms, no longer left behind any afterimages. From one spot to the next, she had appeared and gone, her breathing growing more intense by the second as she did.
Whether she was at the top of her base speed, or the top speed of one of her transformations, the result would be the same. What punches she wanted to throw in either, wasn't necessary to be at close range. Moving as fast as she did would exert a lot of energy, the air current digging into those raw and open injuries, but it was an advantage.
The ki that enveloped around her hands in a white aura, she had threw forward numerously, punching the air. With each punch released a visible current mixed in with ki, which was the complete opposite of the technique the Namekian used.
This tech, along with many of those she had in mind, were ones she would incorporate for herself, only packed behind with speed. Visibility was one she didn't mind when she was just toying with someone. There was no harm in letting them see the kind of destruction she could cause with her own strength, and that she was the one dealing it.
But things were different at this speed. Anyone who pushed her to this level would be familiar with her face enough, and she no longer would care about herself being visible. If there was anything or anyone that could serve as a threat, it was fighting against a foe one had trouble seeing and defending themselves against due to speed.
Her attacks would remain visible, if only to really sell the idea it was a mistake to go against her. Things she wished she could have proved to that swordsman, but certainly not one she would do again. Not when all the research she had collected, and the heights of speed she was able to reach, far exceeded that of a normal human.
Each throw of a punch she made, while it wouldn't like all meet its mark, could at least serve to cause some off balance. The Saiyan had dodged what she could, no sign or hesitation, as she failed to strike her in a place she had previously been. Her blonde ally looked more assured than anything else, which wasn't exactly a surprise.
Beyond injuries being a reason, the outburst the younger girl had gave, seemed to have been because she had stopped hitting the girl. Walking away from this session and the girl thus suffering a loss for doing so, was what apparently inspired the girl enough for her to find the drive to keep fighting. To push through that pain.
She needed more evidence, but she was under the slight impression that this transformation made the blonde smarter as well. In a figurative sense, anyway. Usually the Saiyan would be charging at her right now, or meeting her blows.
All that was being done however, was dodging as best as she could. With how numerous they were however, she was able to watch quite a portion pack the punch in pushing the girl back. It was the equivalent of being punched directly.
There was one more technique she had in mind, ever since fighting that man though. Unlike the other girl, she wasn't one to really do long range. But there was certainly a middle ground, when it came to feeling like something was an equivalent. She was forced to stop and rest, unless she wanted to fall down, which was a moment of weakness used.
The Saiyan had charged, but there was no orbs of ki being thrown, and as the gap closed, no indication of one starting either. It was just her being grabbed, and punches being delivered in a way that she had given the girl.
What force behind it though, had that golden aura the girl's transformation induced, and she could tell was quite different from her ally's base strength. There was no criticism given to her, denoting her attacks to be weak.
It was difficult to picture the reason now, though she knew as to why. The blood she caused the girl to cough up, had been enough for it not to cease even after a couple of more violent ones. She had to have been forced to ingest some more, or lungs hurt too much to really talk. Nothing that would normally stop the girl either. So why?
What game was she playing at here? Even the glare she had given the Saiyan, wasn't one which had elicited a response. She would have said it was unnerving, if there had really been anything for her to fear. Whatever was going on in that mind of the girl, what she said earlier, was something she would continue to make true. She just needed her chance.
Blow after blow, the Saiyan had hit her. But they weren't maneuvers which was left uncontested. She didn't see it as much trouble to shoulder it with her elbow. The younger girl could only hold onto her with one hand, and though the grip on the other seemed to be intentionally tight to dissuade her, there wasn't much struggle in loosening the hold.
This pain that she was being dealt with, and heightening the open ones that just weren't a feeling waiting on going away, was because she was allowing it. That shouldn't be something which was forgotten from any of their bouts.
She didn't break free from the grip, nor fire off a ki attack, even though it would have created a gap between them. The Saiyan was being allowed to do this. To look at her in this form and remember that blood was one of her motivations. Wet or dry, the scent helped her lose herself into the sensation, her body twitching in places.
It felt more like pulsing than anything else, pain centering in her chest, and feeling as if it was also grabbing at her throat. She was coughing, sharing what the younger girl must have felt like, when she had made it difficult for the girl to breathe. The difference was, she could stop it. Her hand had been placed on the girl's midriff, thumb over the exposed skin, where bits of dried blood smeared across her hand. Lightly, the girl was pushed away from her.
There was resistance as expected, but she was done. This wasn't no turn around. The Saiyan had simply been allowed to get her fill, because no matter what happened with these sparring sessions, the point of it wasn't to win, but to see just how much they were capable of handling. Both of them were still standing, and neither of their ki had dissipated in the slightest. Had this been an open match for a crowd to view, things would have been much different.
"Enough."
But that was a thought to indulge in later. The little coughs that she had let out, was one that had made the girl sneer, as trickles of blood were spat out into her hand. Nothing near the amount the Saiyan had let out, but satisfaction was one that differed from person to person. The corner of the girl's lips, had all the smug of someone who won, only bringing attention to the bruises around the mouth and face that was suffered, from meeting the ground.
"If you want to quit, go ahead. No one's stopping you.'
The girl had finally spoke again, turning what she said to mean the opposite of what she intended. Unlike the usual however, it was rather clear the girl was referring to her, instead of making an indirect comment addressed to her.
It might not have meant much to someone else, but it confirmed for her that the girl's thinking was different in this transformation. The reason for it being confidence, or something else didn't matter. What was important is that the Saiyan was able to take that many blows against someone who was both older than her, and had a whole other strength.
"Not a chance."
That was all she really needed to say to the girl, as enough of a gap was created for her to back out with a jump. This wasn't going to be something that the girl would be able to dodge. She had taken enough hits to fully defend against what she knew would be an incoming counter attack as well. It would drive them both exhaustion like many other bouts, but it would be done while in their transformed state. A big difference from many of their past bouts.
As far as she was concerned, the girl was on or near an equal playing field as she was. Likely to survive on her own against whatever hybrids they could have possibly encountered within the near future. The others still needed testing.
Glowing red orbs of ki were formed from the center of her palms, its strength something she wasn't hiding at all, as her gaze kept watch on the Saiyan. These were neither to be orbs that would mimic the younger girl's own, nor waves of ki that she had already used earlier. This was something different, which the girl should very well prepare for.
Finished with standing around, she had moved about the stadium once more, remaining at her top level of speed. She knew where her limits were, and while her movements were slightly shaky from the injuries that she had taken, it wouldn't matter. This would be the last shot for today, and the ki that flared around her, was fiercer than ever.
What smell of blood in the air was lost to her now, and the kind of focus that she was putting into tolerating where she was pushing herself, also showed within her eyes. They were glowing red, and didn't shy away from expressing the kind of exhaustion that she knew would come for her with this attack. She wanted to last longer than the Saiyan.
As she moved around, the blonde had charged up her own attack, taking a similar precaution as she had been quite a bit ago after gaining this transformation. Their eyes had met whenever she was forced to slow down and reveal herself fora few brief moments, where she now found the lack of trying on the girl's part, as infuriating. She was putting her all here, running around like this, and the younger girl just knew that it was a wasted effort to try and match the speed.
That was the difference from her earlier feelings, but it couldn't be helped. If the girl really wanted to wait for her to strike before dealing her own, then she would get that wish of hers. Though it wouldn't be pretty.
The kind of power that she poured into this last technique, she could feel by how heavy it felt to her. This was the accumulation of her own energy and drive to prove to herself that speed was something which could be meaningful.
That the force that would accompany the attack along with it, would be enough that would have even those stronger than her, have difficulties with both standing, and breathing. That kind of reaction she wanted to invoke, she could see the image all in her head. Now it was just putting it all to actual use, and to relish the moment for herself.
Numerous and rather sizable amounts of ki waves were fired up at the air, her breathing quickening with each one, as she watched the girl look up in confusion, before realizing what was happening. And the thing was, there wasn't anything that could be done about it. The Saiyan had ran as she had expected, as the beams of energy came down.
Though it hadn't just upped and dissipated. The way the beams were moving, it was clear they were all being controlled at once, and at a rate which by the end of its result, would form one huge wave that could send the girl flying.
Chased around by the attack, which was starting to mix as they got too close and were absorbed into each other, she was reminded of how she had been that day. Unable to really dodge this attack, and forced to take a hit.
This cornering feeling that she was likely inducing in the other girl, was what she had wanted to see. It would hit the girl no matter how much she would run, and with it was sure to be a tremor that those in the area would feel.
That brink of realization for the Saiyan, had came with a hateful frown, as the girl took a dive down, realizing there was nothing to do but to defend herself. Compared to her own attack, which only grew as the girl moved, it wasn't a contest to know who would be the one flying back. But what power those spheres of the girl did have, would at least defend against the kind of power that she had placed into what she would go as far to refer as her ultimate.
The two attacks had met contact, and she could feel the resistance the Saiyan had still managed to put up for herself, despite the size differences between the two techniques. Her mind and the surroundings around her, were starting to feel dull and out of touch with each passing second, as she continued to fight against the girl, with what she could.
Through the efforts that they both putting in, but was coming more from the other girl's side, the ki that flared around them was a more visible indication of just how much the ground was shaking from beneath them.
A display which gone back and forth, as their techniques did. Her mind was losing consciousness, and her output started to lighten, as she felt the Saiyan's own had. She had to let go when the Saiyan did, if she wanted to avoid the walls. Her vision was getting more compacted, and she could feel her stance was breaking apart from exhaustion.
The other girl giving her what she wanted, and being finally pushed back by the attack, had ended this long struggle, along with various phases in both bouts of speed and power. But her will in wanting to redirect the remaining energy downwards, would end it all. Like lightning striking down, her technique had echoed, shaking the ground even more.
What strain she was feeling lightened as the energy dissipated, but she couldn't hold onto her consciousness long enough to really see which one of them had been able to last longer than the others. She blinked once. Twice.
Before she had no choice but to black out, darkness surrounding her vision.
WC: 2,797