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ソノチェ金武学 | SONOSHEE
FACE CLAIM: SONOSHEE [ NON-CANONICAL - ORIGINAL ART BY SONOSHEE ]
FACE CLAIM: SONOSHEE [ NON-CANONICAL - ORIGINAL ART BY SONOSHEE ]
NAME
ソノチェ金武学 | SONOSHEE KINMOKUSEI |"ORANGE OSMANTHUS"|
AGE:
38 歳 | THIRTY-EIGHT| 38
RACE:
ハイブリッド | HYBRID [ HALF-EARTHLING [ PREDOMINANT]HALF-SAIYAN ]
GENDER:
女性 | FEMALE | ♀
UNIVERSE:
宇宙7 | UNIVERSE SEVEN [ 7 ]
HEIGHT:
160.02 CM | 5'3" | FIVE FOOT THREE IN.
WEIGHT:
47 KG | 104 LBS | ONE-HUNDRED AND FOUR POUNDS
HAIR COLOR:
灰色のブロンド | ASH BLONDE
EYE COLOR:
トパーズ | GOLDEN-TOPAZ
IDENTIFYING MARKERS:
肌を包む | SONOSHEE'S ECRU SKIN
黄金の目 | TOPAZIAN OCULI
熱い喉 | LACERATED THROAT
Perceptibly swathed across the ecru plains of this maiden's esophagus is a straight-laced scar that had been inflicted in war by the hand of foe, stationed an inch above one's clavicle bones; due to its evident existence, Sonoshee often conceals it abaft turtle-neck attire.
PERSONALITY:
LOYAL • ERUDITE • CHIVALROUS • COMPASSIONATE
She could not allow thee to die first, or she would die twice; and thus, she who gulped pain to prevent thy innocent from such foul taste solely believed that choice was the correct one; it was something this allegiant chose to protect that which was important to her—those she bestowed loyalty upon. Indeed, it was foretold eons ago to be selfish in this seventh cosmos of puissant extraterrestrials. In a sublunary world of primitive preeminence and warefare, the performance of conquest could only be traced back to one's primitive, saiyan genealogy. Preservation of the clan was a warrior's devoir; but, only in thy universe of six, not seven.
To insulate one's stringent and militarist life, this maiden of a chauvinist culture was to embrace thy cruel tenets of warefare and rigorous conditioning; having been born the misbegotten kindred of Anemone and Osiris, a matron of pure, earthling blood and a swain of thy omnipotent Saiyans, the kin of heterogeneous lineage endured a prolonged life of armed conflict. Thee's barbaric father of vanquishing conduct forbid the illegitimate daughter from acquiring a mother's daunting trait of humanitarian lenity, reprobating thou's only kin from the humanity of an altruistic earthling. Thus, to bear thy fruit of a self-preserved, strong, and barbaric saiyan was an obligation this tellurian hybrid was expected to prosper, it was the sole propriety beneath a supercilious predecessor, a militarist swain of kinship—thou's draconian father. And indeed, it was expected to be selfish. But indubitably, the avidity to protect thy innocent reared this dame's immense tenacity; and contrary to ubiquitous belief, the descendant of the preeminent seventh was a protective soul, a soul who wept to preserve not thyself as predestined, but those in need of salvation: the innocent, and thou's beloveds.
Having been a seedling birthed from thy soil of superiority and combat, this dame was predesigned by the pretentious flesh of Saiyan descent to fight, to train infinitely beneath the looming rays of heat, much like the swain who aided in the procreation of thy kin. But it was a withering culture, and it was presumed that the daughter of Osiris and a feeble earthling would wilt out of powerlessness; she was half earthling, half saiyan, after all—predominantly earthling. But despite its trials, the warrioress continued on; and she had dared not to wither beneath his barbaric conduct—rather, she effloresced into an enduring floret of Anemone's altruism—predominantly acquiring an earthling's virtues. And it was far more reflexive, essentially, to be a shieldmaiden; suspended betwixt a brute mind, yet a fragile crux. Bewitched an inconvenient heart, it always consisted on feeling things ever so deeply—both a blessing and a curse. But in result of humanity's conquer amongst the saiyan hybrid, the wearisome devoir of amaranthine protection was unequivocally natural.
Gallant and conservative, this dauntless hybrid vocalizes thy tongue of truth, of sheer compassion, and fights against injustice. Strong-willed and self-indulgent, this maiden values obedience to higher authority as a virtue unto itself, and thus, it was not adolescent rebellion that was exhibited towards a stringent father's militarist demeanor, but accordance; he was not to blame for his primal behavior—it was all he had known, and despite the dark world he rose his kin to perceive, the female continued to gaze amongst the world with silent oculi of honor and compassion. Indisputable it was; that despite one's warrior lineage, protection was still thy pith of a pawn's jargon, this maiden thriving nought but within the humbling light of altruism. And to feel deeply meant to sustain thy cherishable essences of beloveds, the magnanimous patron willing to engage in one's might to hearten absolute security and stability over those held in thy cruz; ofttimes willing to leave oneself in thy state of self-destitution. But just because she was the warrioress of a tender crux, it did not mean that she was futile; honey and wildfires, too, are both the hue of durable gold.
DISCIPLINED• DUTEOUS • RESILIENT • SAPIENT
As a maiden whose being had been sown amidst thy warrior's principium, Sonoshee was bred a paladin of law, a warrioress who utilized commitment to counterattack immoral souls with the discipline to combat unremittingly. Whilst Osiris was quite stern when it came to thy prosecution of Saiyan law, he reared a kin who accepted such precepts, silently complaisant to the draconian's modus. But this matron of gallantry had not chosen to be disciplined for the sake of thou father; it was simply for the respect, the very root of discipline. It dethroned a being's rash cravings and authorized truth, authorized integrity, and permitted honor to reign one's mentality instead with order; and in the eleventh hour, it was for the better—for an orderly, stable foundation with a government of discipline could unify the cosmos of strain and war.
And it was a warrioress's devoir to preserve oneself, to continue forth and fight for the sake of mankind, for the sake of equality amongst all. She had done just that, alongside others who wielded a warrior heart of Saiyan lineage, too. And abaft a strenuous and tumultuous war, she survived; those who survived war were appointed a duty—thy duty to continue. To live. To exist, even if one's world was not absolute. With thy flawed flesh of scarred injury, this matron refused to crumble, to reveal vulnerability; she was resilient. A fighter, was she, but certainly not by one's choice.
With war came loss; and after a father's disappearance to perhaps thy heaven's void, a portion of Sonoshee had been liberated, discharging one from the stringent restraints of a barbaric begetter. Combat was all this maiden had known since the illegitimate parturition of she; without thou's overbearing father, one's identity...lacked. Albeit deploring, and oddly perplexing, the bereavement was perceived as an opportunity, rather than a loss; to educate oneself in the knowledge of not only her extraterrestrial lineage, but as well as her predominant race—a mother's earthling origin. Without one's whole sense of identity—lacking partial individuality due to a vanished father—the hybrid of mortal and Saiyan ancestry became famished to imbibe one with the infinite knowledge of her Earthen origin, choosing to educate oneself by the ejection of her being from the Saiyan Alliance. The ambition to acquire advantageous information about the vast universes magnified as she trekked amid the multiple cosmos, acquiring the dire cravings to learn about the history of all. The undeviating appetite to educate thyself lead to the observations of diverse dialect and civilizations, bequeathing thy versed maiden a tenacious source of historical and beneficial intelligence.
BEGUILING SIREN • JOCULAR • HUMBLING • BASHFUL
Although a self-effacing matron of benevolence and amiability, one mustn't be negligent to this woman's lethal tongue. A colleen of the Erinyes's beauty, this maiden of lustrous hues wields a rare, parlous tongue of cajolery, silently cognizant to the advantageous sorcery of a maiden's external appearance. Seldom, was it, for this hybrid to exhibit such bewitchery; but whence exhibited, it occurred during times of gluttonous, combative confidence. And due to this, such a tongue has immensely influenced the aliases of this maiden's techniques, ex-combatants dubbing the woman's assaults as Siren's Fist and Harpy's Kiss, much to her displeasure; not very fond of being dubbed after mythological creatures of injurious enchantment. But, as a woman who requires not the validation of any soul who peers upon she, Sonoshee oft' dismisses the silly judgement of others; such dismissal framing this woman as a stern figure, and oddly intimidating—but, not always was she such blasé traits. Involuntarily will this beauteous dame exhibit a scarce side of comedic features, oft' displaying the seldom, jocular behavior in junctures of comical stress or innocent humiliation. This rare side is ofttimes presented through thy discomfort of male cajolery, the beauteous yet easily-humiliated matron commonly acting bizarrely awkward afore thy tongue of adulation.
LIKES/DISLIKES:
好きな人 | LIKES - SUNBATHING • CONDITIONING • SPARRING
• TRAVELING • COOKING • HISTORY • ORDER
嫌いな | DISLIKES - ISOLATION • CARDIOVASCULAR TRAINING
• BELITTLEMENT• ARROGANCE • LARGE POOLS OF WATER
[ HYDROPHOBIC ] • PICKLES • WAR
ASPIRATIONS:
世界平和 | A WORLD OF UNITY
家族 | A FAMILY OF ONE'S OWN
HOMEWORLD:
地球 | EARTH
ALLEGIENCE:
地球 | EARTH [ POST-WAR ]
STARTING PLANET:
地球 | EARTH [ CURRENT ]
APPEARANCE:
EXTERNAL
| An odd, yet, exquisite beauty, ludicrous and deviously out of place in this cosmos of multi-universes. Indubitably, this versed eclipse of entwined races had not belonged quite anywhere that contained a populace that donned a complexion so fine, a pallid complexion quite equivalent to the silver lining of thou weeping moon. But she was not a moon-child, as some were birthed from its milky glow; but rather, an offspring of the humbling sun. The darkness of eventide, and even thy casting shadows of bewailing villains could not eclipse this one's light; for this female militant was so radiant, so warm, so bizarrely out of place. A solarized dame whose skin resembled thy ecru incandesce of an effulgent sol, Sonoshee supplies quite the distinctive appearance due to the honey complexity of summertide tones alone. A waxen complexion of fawned earthenware, slightly saturated by its embrace of caramel warmth; such deep pigment bizarrely complimented the dame's ochre plains of Aphrodite's labrum, labrum that ofttimes produced a bewitching vocalization of beguiling tunes.
FILAMENTS
| Elongated filaments of silkened ash-blonde rest amongst this colleen's dorsum humanum, each lock reaching near the midst of one's muscular posterior at a sum of twenty-five inches, its ashen and sallow pigment comely contrasting amongst bisque skin in the wake of the omnipotent sun. To avoid the vexatious ghost strands of stray locks, the matron of thirty-six years parts one's hair down the middle, hemming twain bangs abaft ecru ears.
OCULAR
| Eyes that lambasted the obsidian pits of a silent purgatory, oft' coruscating by the doleful dance of a writhing sun, involuntarily ignited the emotional constellations of burnished, lambent hues; orphic, mystic, allusive; utterly warm. The eloquent oculi that belong to this matron allude a sad, yet, amiable silence, much like an incoherent instrument the world has never known; and to stare amongst such perplexing features would certainly guarantee disorientation. To those who captured the heliophiliac's undirected gaze, it would seem as if they were a perplexed analyst; constantly observing with eager, fervent eyes into a flaring galaxy of vivid hues that had yet to be named, yet to be discovered. But those oculi alone, as deploring as they were, could swallow thy seven seas with their humbling warmth alone, because this woman had genuine wanderlust there in her illecebreous eyes; any doltish fool could see it, worlds apart or not. And that right there was this siren's sorcery, that was her magic: Sonoshee could still see the sunrise, even on the darkest days.
BACKSTORY:
A felonious disgrace, a darkened animus; abominable, was it, to tarnish thou's sanctuary without one's consent. But such was inevitable, such had to be executed; and thus, the tellurian was a foredoomed martyr of the defiled, inferior to he who was of sovereign blood, of Saiyan blood. It was unknown as to why it had been she to be the swain's abettor in thy act of propagation, of hybridization; nought but a supine dame, deficient and meek, and devoid of any prowess, it belied the progeny's puissant lineage. But it was she who had been predestined to be the forebearer of the crossbred offspring, and thus, that was what she had become.
Osiris, an imperious bloke of the Saiyan race, and Anemone Kinmokousei, an incapacitated mortal of Earth; a paradoxical two, bloods of thy sun and moon. A peculiar entanglement it was, for it had a disquieting prelude the moment Osiris had landed amongst the Earthen terrain; and despite thou's barbarous act, this earthling discovered charisma there in the forbidden, in the taboo. It was not seldom to rear earthlings and Saiyans, but to Osiris, a traditional low-class mercenary who perceived his extraterrestrial kindred as a race of supremacy, it imperceptibly disheartened the Saiyan swain to think that he had debilitated one's own offspring from the authentic prowess of a pure Saiyan; as a warrior to his kind, a Saiyan mustn't shame one's kinship, for it not only reflected thyself, but those of relation, too—so, would the birth of this kin provoke such shame? No, of course it wouldn't; his saiyan genealogy would prevail, he had not the need to worry. Hybrids were common, anyhow. He was certain. And thus, in thy midst of earthen summerttide, the nascency of Sonoshee had been fulfilled.
Parturition; a beautiful bequeathment, an honor oft' ceremonial to the begetters of thy newly birthed kin. But for those of mortal grounds, it could be quite the opposite; because where life bloomed, death weathered. It was an incalculable fiend, an unforeseeable force; bereft of life, Anemone succumbed to the asphyxiation bred by a pulmonary embolism in the midst of contractions, enforcing Osiris to operate in solitude. The impulsive bereavement impaired the male of Saiyan blood, aghast by the immense vulnerability of earthlings and thus, too immobile to flee; but the infant, there in the palm of calloused hands, was and infant not only earthling, but Saiyan, too—the illegitimate kin had a chance.
It was a predecessor's devoir to bestow thou's kin a fine chance at life; but as a being of war, the male humanoid concealed one's trifling emotions that could render a man weak. To exude endearment towards thy only offspring of Osiris would certainly result in a blasphemous poltroon; as a bairn of Saiyan pedigree, no kin of Osiris would be pitiful, regardless of its hybridized blood. And so, a conflicted begetter of ascetic lineage loved his kin, tenderly and shyly, but from abaft a subconscious wall of impassive features; and what a strenuous and apathetic pupilage, it was. Awfully awkward, too; ofttimes Osiris would ripen into a man of anguish because despite the Saiyan's imperturbable and dismissive persona towards the dainty kin, the tellurian-dominant child would bizarrely provoke in her begetter an immense sentiment of infectious warmth; a warm embrace compared to the cold, hard ground. That callous man could set aflame his child's most valued possessions, and thou's ambrosial soul would still revere he who reared her. And not once had thy cruel tongue of Osiris produce the tender vocals of Sonoshee's mother; but the young kin ne'er dared to question such. Indubitably, thy crux of a mother's humanity was dominant. Thy crux of a Saiyan warrioress...recessive.
But in time, such amorous behavior diminished as Osiris's kin grew into an acquiescent pubescent, utmost servility replacing thy residence of childish adoration. Having remained on Earth, the draconian father condoned the arduous conditioning of warefare that most Saiyan offspring endured, despite Sonoshee's humanitarian impediment; but it was not an encumbrance to bewail upon; for it was a blessing that bred this matriarch's unfaltering aspiration to prevail, to persevere despite lacking the superb skills of a thoroughbred. Impelled to be of equal strength by he who nurtured her, the tellurian-dominant kin oft' endured the calamitous trials of barbarous combat, gradually realizing just how strenuous it was if thou's heart was not of a warrior's. Amid thou's adversities, learning to manifest one's latent energy was awfully arduous beneath the merciless Osiris; an exhausting process that consisted of experimenting with various methods, until success was hers to possess. It was toilsome, irrevocably; but to make thou's begetter proud, a hybridized dame could not rest, for then she'd rust.
And perchance, it was not so dismaying, the suffering, that is; for she had, in due course, effloresced into a fine warrioress, over the years obtaining Osiris's combative methods through perilous training. The sole begetter of Saiyan blood had sculpted Sonoshee into a dexterous adolescent, the cruel, herculean training rearing thou's kin the equal prowess of an average Saiyan. Not superb, but sufficient. Osiris solely believed that, despite humanity's dominance upon she, Sonoshee was befitting for battle. And thus, she was a kin thrust into war, a young maiden holding on to the belief that she'd one day return home to her begetter.
In thy age of 1560, the kin of Osiris left him behind on Earth, as she had been recruited by the Saiyan Alliance with the aid of her father, a veteran of Saiyan war himself. As a young yet versed adolescent, the Half-Earthling, half-Saiyan dame greatly revered a male colleague, a commendable figure amongst all due to his charismatic altruism, combative approach, and superior eminence: Cornatto. A male figure who this dame discreetly admired from a distance, he—a thoroughbred Saiyan much like one's glacial father—was bizarrely benevolent, deviating from the barbarous Saiyan she was so accustomed to; and it was his altruistic demeanor that galvanized the half-Saiyaness to grow in combat with not a crux of war, but thy crux of justice.
It was absolute; a gift worth giving. To be affiliated with the Alliance, to defend abreast thy flanks of paramount extraterrestrials was monumental; an ineffable honor. It was a strenuous experience, oft' involving the voyaging to claim a new cosmos, to protect those in need, or to conquer those of wrong. But it had been an honor. Thou's respective comrades had been influential; infinitely their own individual, each Saiyan was sui generis, from one's external prowess to internal persona—they were all destructively unique. Unfortunately, the honor to be of service to all was not bestowed upon, but regardless, the duteous dame admired all militant souls; she could never comprehend why one would ever detach thyself from the Saiyan Alliance.
But soon would she know of detachment; for the first casualty of war was innocence.
As a soldier, it was expected of one to birth unity amongst all; and it was only one's duty to cease thy wrath of war before war itself could end thee. For Saiyans, it was just that. Fortunately, the compilation of enduring Saiyans prevailed over thy malevolence of the Saiyan Empire; an allegorical war, this armed conflict would become. They had been like Gods at the dawning of the world, triumphant and full of joy; but damaged, too. Mostly it was loss which educated beings about thy worth of things; for Sonoshee—an earthling Saiyaness who was made of those who built and broke her—it was not only loss which had damaged her, but war. She had been raised a maiden armored for war, but no armor could protect one from the ghastly breath of fear and loss; and thus, she detached thyself from honorable blood.
It had been dubbed The Freedom War, as it bestowed salvation amongst those of the enslaved; but it had not freed Sonoshee, no. Adept was this maiden's body, and enduring was her mind. But a crux of earthling woe could not manage such. The war had been over, yes, this she knew; a quiet victory. But the struggle was not; the trauma was much too real and soon, the exposure of war would soon become an armor this maiden could not unequip, no matter how many times she was told the war was over. A shame it was, truly, to be a relative of warrior blood, but lack thy heart of a war.
Despite one's ejection from the honorable Alliance, the maiden swore to always be loyal to thee, sorrowfully removing thyself a few years post The Freedom War. Dismissing oneself from Planet Natto and the Saiyan Alliance was no easy conclusion; but thy weight of war was too lumbering for she who wielded an earthling's heart, and thus the female hybrid decided to voyage onward to one's very origin: Earth. Upon the arrival, though, it was discovered that Osiris, Sonoshee's callous father of Saiyan blood, had vanished; not a trace of his draconian essence, as if he had dematerialized into the air itself. Betrayal would have been felt, as well as the ache of negligence physical in one's crux. But having been the misbegotten daughter of Osiris, one knew his absence was purposeful and thus, he had not the need to exclaim; his silence replicated the very reason why people touched—sometimes words could not be enough. Be it guilt, guilt-ridden for his authoritarian views, or for nevermore providing his offspring's the knowledge of thy mother. Whatever the reason, Sonoshee understood, nor did she question him.
Uncertain of one's purpose now that she no longer persevered a life of Saiyan warefare, the dame could not discover a need to remain upon Earth; indeed, an earthling life she could have pursued, settling with an unfated paramour, prospering an essence of mediocrity—but such a life was unappealing to the hybrid. Unbeknown to all, the ambition to acquire knowledge had always teemed with existence amid thy innards of this resigned warrioress. At once had she been an awkward youngling in the combative cosmos of the Saiyan universe, a woman who was once at a physical disadvantage for being earthling dominant—but internally, she was well adept; a perspicacious mindset had she also owned. With no relevant matter upon Earth to restrain her, Sonoshee utilized this opportunity to voyage amongst the various worlds in hopes of expounding her intelligence; the maiden had not known much about her Earthen origin, and it became the determinant to educate oneself with the dynamic cultures and dialect of neighboring planets. It kept a warm occupancy there, far in the depths of a post-traumatic mind; suppressing strenuous memories of the Alliance and war. And thus, Sonoshee traveled for years before returning to Earth, where she now tranquilly resides.
TECHNIQUES:
TREE OF BALANCE [ 4 | 4 ]
| OFFENSE TIERS |
NAME:
[ OT-1 ] | SIREN'S FIST
WIKI LINK:
N/A
DESCRIPTION:
Predominantly produced by converging a middling source of ki into a single hand, Siren's Fist is a ki-enhanced punch that allows its caster to assault opponents with an amplified modification of the average blow. *Requires 25% of power level [ PL ] in damage.
NAME:
[ VT-1 ] | TWIN SIRENS' FISTS [ VARIATION ]
WIKI LINK:
N/A
DESCRIPTION:
Instead of assaulting a foe with a singular punch, Twin Sirens' Fists is a two-hit variant of Siren's Fist, allowing the user to throw two energized punches [ one punch per fist ] in result of converging an ample source of ki into both hands. *Requires 50% of power level [ PL ] in damage.
NAME:
[ OT-1 ] | HARPY'S KISS
WIKI LINK:
N/A
DESCRIPTION:
Predominantly utilized to position one's being into an aerial position of vulnerability, Harpy's Kiss is oft' initiated through a swift, roundhouse kick inflicted just below one's mandibles to purposely launch the opponent high into the air. *Requires 25% of power level [ PL ] in damage.
NAME:
[ V1-1 ] | HARPY'S EMBRACE
WIKI LINK:
N/A
DESCRIPTION:
Harpy's Embrace is an offensive variation of Harpy's Kiss; upon getting the opponent to be airborne by the assistance of Harpy's Kiss, the user will appear [ with the aid of Rapid Movement ] behind the suspended foe, immediately restraining the opposer by embracing their torso and, whilst rotating at a ferocious speed, pile-driving them downward into the ground, head first. *Requires 50% of power level [ PL ] in damage; [ bleed effect ] renders 10% extra damage for the following two [ 2 ] turns in result of pile-driving the opponent head-first into the ground.
| SUPPORT TIERS |
NAME:
[ PT-1 ] FLIGHT
WIKI LINK:
FLIGHT TECHNIQUE LINK
DESCRIPTION:
Flight is an ability that manipulates one's ki in order to levitate from the ground and fly to the user's advantage. *Requires 25% of power level [ PL ] in damage.
NAME:
[ PT-1 ] KI SENSE
WIKI LINK:
KI-SENSE TECHNIQUE LINK
DESCRIPTION:
Ki Sense allows the user to obtain a general notion of others' power level [ PL ] as long as they are within the same region as the user. *Requires 25% of power level [ PL ] in damage.
NAME:
[ ST-1 ] RAPID MOVEMENT
WIKI LINK:
RAPID MOVEMENT TECHNIQUE LINK
DESCRIPTION:
Rapid Movement enables the user to be able to dodge a technique up to 100% the user's power level [ PL ].
NAME:
[ ST-1 ] BARRIER
WIKI LINK:
ENERGY BARRIER TECHNIQUE LINK
DESCRIPTION:
Barrier is a defensive technique that enables its user to construct a protective shield of latent energy to veil the user, as well as two comrades if desired. * This technique protects against 40% damage.
Unique Tiers
N/A
INVENTORY:
• FIVE-HUNDRED ZENI [ 500 ]• OLD SPACEPOD
Roleplay Example:
In an imbrued wake of dahlia maroon, it transuded earthward, a lone spoor of sanguine fluid voyaging amongst thy sudoric skin of a dyspneic matron; drip, dropping, drop. The odoriferous redolence of pungent iron permeated one's sensorial organs, the acrid aroma of metallic rust revolting an assemblage of sensory neurons that resided within one's olfactory epithelium. Suddenly, the victim of hyperpnea glaciated for a brief moment; the binding odor molecules that set the receptors aflame beclouded the combatant's apperception with its repellent pheromone. And as these molecules initiated an electrical impulse that trekked from the sensory neurons to the combatant's olfactory bulb, a concentration of spasmodic neurons aided in the identification of the pungent balm: blood—that forcible android evoked blood. Blanched teeth clamped with taut closure then, petulance governing a bloodied maiden's grating jowls; how foolish was she to allow such an advancement to succeed. Abruptly, thou's perspiring limb lurched upward with expeditive speed as the opponent's lacerated fist briskly launched forth, a sodden shoulder of umber hues intercepting the openness before one's bruised yet beauteous face; an advantageous stratagem to utilize for defense, a bloodied hybrid protecting thyself with the blockage of a sculpted shoulder. A foe's blemished fist of speckled fuchsia vehemently collided amongst the dame's sinistral shoulder, ecru labrum coiling backward out of injury as pain surged amid contact. But such agony was disregarded; having punched the limb opposite to oneself, the opponent's profile was now exposed—an effortless in.
Without delay, thy dextral limb of an acrimonious maiden coursed through the irriguous troposphere, a brawny arm horrendously lacerating the exclusive, imperceivable gases that accumulated within thy oxygenous air; as one's limb came crashing forth, a caliginous luminosity spastically intensified, the maiden saturating thy punch with latent ki—Siren's Fist. The atmospheric pressure that whisked against the opponent's frontal was absurdly ferocious as thy dame's rate of motion emitted through her right limb, the clenched bones of an ecru soul crashing down in an unhindered path of destruction toward the opposer's face; the foe's fist remained in contact, neglecting cognizance to perilous exposure. "—!" The beryl oculi of an equalized fiend tumefied as the clenched, ki-empowered metacarpal of Sonoshee Kinmokusei verged upon; alas, thy bewailing flesh of an undaunted colleen perforated the alabaster membrane of a lethal assailant. Elongated filaments of obsidian hair flailed chaotically as the frontal of an opposer deflected upon impact, the noisome resonance of stannic flesh erupting beneath the tarnished metacarpal of Sonoshee. Abruptly, effloresced oculi of molten hues narrowed vehemently as the female brawler contracted the taut tendons of one's teres minor and major, pressurizing the strength of one's posterior muscles to assist in the power behind a bloodied fist. As one's upsurge of latent energy—ki—transmitted into the assailant upon impact, the deltoid briskly swung inward, the superior region of thy maiden's physique coiling from the punch's propulsion.
And suddenly, there was no longer contact.
The foe's diabolical figure forcefully aviated earthward at an aberrant rate of motion, soaring forty feet below; and thereupon colliding amidst thy anhydrous gravel detonated an obscure nebulosity of chalky loam, its blusterous gales rancorously blasting backward the distressed embodiment of the earthling-saiyan hybrid. "TCH—!" In unison, twain limbs of blemished and bruised flesh intersected afore the woman's frontal in beneficial to safeguard one's face and ocular organs; salivated teeth rigidly clamping as salient chunks of erupted gravel pelleted the external membrane of an ecru dame. Writhing within thy chaotic grasp of bewailing winds flailed the silkened strands of ashened blonde, the arm-veiled temptress remaining pendulous within a state of agitation; and immediately had a frisson of horrifying cognizance fondled the broad's thigh out of gut instinct, then—
swiftly had they soared toward the suspended dame.
The once knitted lashes of obsidian hues unfastened as the matron came to an understanding of the illuminating projectiles that were now gravitating toward her: emitting forth from the beclouded debris appeared a cloudburst of magenta kiblasts that boisterously approached Sonoshee. The incandescent oculi of aurulent honey frantically perused the inferior acreage below, attempting to scout the malevolent perpetrator before the kiblasts were in a close range of necessary flee. Where the hell was she? Where was that blasted wom— A brazen globoid of radiating fuchsia blitzed in a virulent path of destruction, skimming thy tender flesh amongst a clenched jowl and lacerating the pendulum dame with superb alacrity. "—!" A sharp, incoherent gasp exuded forth from amid thy moistened labrum of maroon streaks, the blonde unvigilant to one's surroundings as thou's being inhumanly hurtled rearward. Albeit, negligent, had she been once more.
Seized within thy torpid plight of miscalculation, aureate oculi illuminated beneath a sun's cry as an acrimonious head drifted back; and marginally, solarium orbitals of lustrous tangerine quenched in slight abhorrence, dismayed by the abrupt appearance of a descending opponent four feet above—tarnished metacarpi of a fleshy fiend had been clasped as one, compassing in thy cardinal direction of the hybrid's facials. Frightened was she, but grateful; for thy celestial entity of transitions and boundaries had been imperceptibly present, bequeathing thy alms of celerity to this dame to protect thyself—such a gift, speed was. The maiden was briskly torn from thou's perplexing purgatory of self-chastisement, expeditiously maneuvering the limbs that had previously been veiled afore one's face as Sonoshee became cognizant once more to the present realm. Twain forearms of blemished flesh lurched upward for improved blockage, protection once more being exhibited afore one's eesome features. The intertwined metacarpi of an injurious opposer horrendously thrusted earthward upon the crossed-limbs of a hybridized dame, the lissome embodiment of the dexterous blonde propelling earthward at a bewildering rate of motion. Benumbed; thou's fleshed ligaments of ruined forearms were benumbed by a foe's single assault. Trawled within the writhing gales of resistant winds, Sonoshee endeavored to maneuver twin patellas inward, the siren's limbs of gait anchoring toward one's breasts to prevent velocity's delay. The taut, rectus abdominis beneath bisque flesh constricted earthward in order to convert the drifter's body into a head-diving poise; as the half-mortal, half-saiyan propelled downward, the monstrous pressure of gluttonous gales tangled within the maiden's elongated filaments of auricomous hair. The earth bloated upon such rapid flight, the hybrid drawing near its earthen loam.
Desiring to abstain from cranial injury, the dexterous maiden compelled oneself to twist inward, inversely rotating one's being in sequence to graze thy earth's substratum with the buoyant foundation of combative boots; a fortuitous recovery from one's fall. The ductile heels of onyx footwear collided with the earthen clay, bronze patellae having veered earthward in order to depress the force exerted. From thine prostrated position of a solarium maiden, the embodiment of an enervated matron languidly ascended, although, ceased; from above, the sinister foe had insolently bellowed. "And then when I'm done with you, I'll go after thetimid woman!"
Timid woman.
Tempestuously, thine's lateral rectae of a sole iris barreled athwart upon recovery, stationing a lone iris to glare amongst the outer canthus of ecru lids. Glimpsing aloft am imbrued shoulder of rubescent tincture, the sole iris of helical colorant coruscated underneath the cosmic veiling of a perspiring sol, its dribbling incandescence masking emphasis upon the ocular organ that waspishly cinched amidst thy airborne foe; and within had thy incubi of vehemence aimlessly waltzed amid honey brims, heedlessly playing with thy matches of rancorous umbrage—to threaten an ally of this matriarchal lioness was to plea for a Shinigami's presence. Inferior to the malevolent foe—who had now drifted a mere foot afore Sonoshee—the bisque phalanges of a solarium maiden swiftly hooked upward towards thy heaven's void, forcibly lodging a protracted metacarpal into the approaching female's esophagus and injuriously gripping onto its perspiring flesh; utilizing the immense momentum of the descending enemy, the blonde maiden ceased one's assaulting freight as she savagely heaved the opponent into thy callous earth with optimum strength, mordant orbitals lividly glowering amongst the obsidian martyr in one's grasp. A boisterous howl of erupting gravel reverberated beneath thy foe's posterior, the forceful assault summoning a dusted nebula of fragmented debris to mask what was once purified oxygen. A pealing wail of injury lacerated the screened oxygen as thy ecru phalanges of Sonoshee fastened tautly, bloodied labrum coiling rearward as enmity gluttonously possessed one's crux of justice.
"Speak of her again, and it will be the last that you have a tongue."
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