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Post by Vegia on Feb 14, 2018 3:02:24 GMT -6
The sun broke over the treetops, casting the world in shades of orange and pink as Vegia went through her morning routine.
It was something that had been drilled into her since she was old enough to stand under her own power. When you woke up, you completed several hours of training before you were permitted to eat; then you ate, and completed at least one hour’s training before showering and preparing for the day’s work.
Sleep was a luxury that the Royal Guard – at least, those of the Line of Karo – were not allowed to indulge in to excess.
At the same time, the girl’s movements were far less intense than most of her Saiyan brethren. She understood the importance of pacing herself, and this time was the best time she had in her day to process the challenges she faced. In the past, these challenges were the mastery of a new technique, or the stages to a particular ceremony. Memorising words and stages was always a challenge, but her body knew the stages of these kata better than she knew … well, anything else in her life right now.
Her family were gone.
Her father didn’t want her to fight.
The Royal Family were dead, and with them, her purpose as a Royal Guard.
Her movements were slow and deliberate, flowing from an open palm strike to a rising knee, twisting back around to drive her elbow through the air and then leap upwards. A small ball of yellow energy left her palm as she did, to detonate against the ground and leave a perfectly formed crater in its wake.
She was vaguely aware that she was not actually pushing herself to the limits, here. She was going through the motions, reassuring herself that she still had her skills and abilities, that she could still rely on those parts of her even if everything else seemed to have disappeared.
Her training was sedate, but her mind was a chaotic whirl; a mad jumble of emotion which she was still having difficulty sorting her way through. Should she obey her father? Doing so meant giving up any real hope of revenge, and sacrificing her pride as a Saiyan. Why would he even ask her to do such a thing? How could she?
But, he was dead, and she was here. She should have died along with the others, she should have sacrificed herself to try and buy more time for the Royal Family to get away. But no. She was weak; the Least Elite. Unworthy to die honourably in battle.
Hot anger rolled through her at that, and the mask of composure cracked. Slow, sedate movements became more aggressive, more angry, power flared brilliantly around her, blinding blue light searing away the mottled colours of the dawn as she turned and slammed her fist into one of the ancient trees surrounding her.
The ancient wooden oak exploded in an eruption of splinters and debris, leaving Vegia blinking with surprise, the red and gold of her uniform speckled with dirt from the sudden blast.
“… I guess I don’t know my own strength any more …”
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Post by Vocado on Feb 14, 2018 3:21:50 GMT -6
Thread Power Level: 6,110
It was strange to see such a beautiful place. The sun spilling light into the forest was simply enchanting. To think it took an invasion to get him to see other worlds was a bit ridiculous. It almost made him forget why he had come here in the first place.
Of course, it was simple. He still hadn't found any Saiyans. At least not the Elite variety, anyways. He wasn't biased towards the lower ranked, of course, but high-ranking soldiers meant higher chances of surviving, especially the first wave of assaults. The World Trade Fleet was bound to touch down with full force any day now; hell, it was a surprise that they hadn't started razing cities yet.
This forest was important, though. If he knew most Saiyans, and he did know most Saiyans, they would be too stubborn to actually look for help. At best, they'd simply hide out and wait for someone to contact them. Sadly for Vocado, though, his scouter and his spacepod were scrap-heaps right now, so his best bet would be to look where he might hide if he was as stubborn as his fellows.
He floated above the treeline, his eyes scanning the early morning of the forest as carefully as they could. Thankfully, he didn't need to wait long, as not even a mile away, a massive explosion was heard. He spun in the air, expecting smoke or some type of fire, but he found none. Instead, he watched as flecks of leaf and bark scattered to and fro, originating from a small clearing not far from him.
"Better than nothing, I suppose."
Without another word, Vocado darted through the air towards the mystery warrior. Even if they weren't a Saiyan, they were clearly adept in using their Ki; something that would prove useful so long as they weren't already working for the opposition.
The Prince touched down in the clearing, where he stared at a girl who could barely be classified as an adult. She stood not inches from where a great oak tree once stood, adorned in gold and red armor fit for a Royal. To top it off, she had a tail. A delighted smile couldn't help but form across his lips. A fellow Saiyan meant someone had actually survived beside him, which meant they actually had a chance getting their home back.
"Please, tell me the tail isn't a costume piece."
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Post by Vegia on Feb 14, 2018 6:45:21 GMT -6
When she heard the words, Vegia spun round, feet planting firmly, presenting as minimal a target as possible to the sudden interloper. The girl’s instincts are impressive; hands already raised, ready to defend herself or strike back at a moment’s notice. It is only when she sees who it is, the tall man in his armour, that she realises her mistake.
Vegia has spent her entire short life being trained in these arts, knowing the movers and shakers of the Court, the different noble houses and what they represented, who was important, who might need to be leant on for refusing to hear the words of the King. House Bone Moon wasn’t any such House; it was barely worthy of notice at all.
But a lifetime of training has taught her that even the lowliest of Saiyan nobility was worthy of respect. Their protection, secondary to that of the King and the Royal Family itself of course, was their duty. The failure to see that duty through already weighs heavily enough on her soul; she will not compound the dishonour.
She fell out of her aggressive stance in an instant, and walked three paces forwards, closing the distance swiftly but maintaining enough that she was out of reach, and he was out of reach of her. Such things didn’t mean an awful lot when both warriors were perfectly capable of firing blasts of energy, but such ritualised formalities meant everything when one was desperately trying to find some element of the familiar to cling to.
A Prince was here; she could give up all the chaos and confusion in her head and just fall back on her training. It was a great relief.
Smoothly, she fell to one knee before Vocado, head bowed, gloved hands resting clasped on her knee.
“Prince Vocado. Sir.” She said, “It is not a fake. I am Vegia of the Line of Karo. My Father thought it best that I, retreat.” Her voice caught at the word. It had remained impressively strong until that moment, and she fights to keep the hurt from her voice as she begins to lie in earnest. “To, regroup, and assist our people here, on Earth. To make preparations and take revenge upon the World Trade Fleet. I am pleased that you survived as well.”
As far as lies go, it was a minor one. Her Father just wanted her to retreat and carry on his blood; he thought her too weak to fight. Even so, she had never told a lie to a member of the nobility before in her life, and even that small deception was an embarrassment. The girl kept her head down, not daring to look Vocado in the eye.
It was not surprising that he didn’t know her. From what she recalled of house Bone Moon, they weren’t exactly common at Court, and most nobles paid little attention to the specific members of the Royal Guard.
In fact, it was probably to her advantage. He wouldn’t know that damned nickname.
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Post by Vocado on Feb 14, 2018 16:23:01 GMT -6
Vocado simply stared for a moment. It'd been a while since he'd had anyone talk to him like a royal. His friends were a bit rowdy, and he never got out of the mansion much aside from the odd expedition into the Saiba Wastes for a bit of fun. He contemplated how exactly to simply say "I'm nobody worth praising", or if he should even say it at all. Even if he wasn't so stubborn, he still felt guilt. He had run away from that battle in Cacumber. He could have helped so easily. It probably would have killed him, but at least he would have went down as a hero.
"Oh, come now. We're in a losing war, kid. Keep the formalities for when we actually get home."
Yeah, that sounded good. A bit condescending, but not too rude that he sounded like he thought so highly of himself. Maybe that'd make him seem like he actually knew what the hell to do.
That name though. Karo sounded so familiar. If he actually attended any of the Court meetings he and his father were invited to, maybe he'd know who she was. For now, though, he'd have to take it on good faith that the family line were strong soldiers. Royal Protectors, by the look of her armor. It wasn't exactly standard issue, so she had some sort of pull with the higher-ups.
"I'm sorry to hear you're father's plan involved just the one escapee. Not to sound glum, but there's a good chance that your family didn't make it, as mine did."
The Saiyan Prince simply nodded at her plan. Revenge on the World Trade Fleet was a good way to put it.
"It's a good thing we're on the same page, Vegia. Regrouping is our best bet, though I can guarantee the strongest among us are hiding out in the dark corners of the planet. Most Elites are too stubborn-- or too foolish-- to want to actually ask for help from Earth. It's going to take a good bit of time before we muster up a proper force, and even when we do, we're still outmatched." He turned his head to the sky as a finger tapped his chin, his tail unfurling reflexively, swaying back and forth slowly as he pondered. "The full might of our Kingdom was but mere cannon fodder to them. As it is now, any group we can muster would be wiped out even easier. We need to train up and gather supplies."
He turned back to Vegia, a curious brow raised. "When you arrived here, was your Pod damaged? And if it wasn't, do you have a Blutz-Wave Generator installed? It might give us a leg up if we get caught flat-footed before we're actually prepared."
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Post by Vegia on Feb 15, 2018 1:31:34 GMT -6
Vegia stood, stiffly, at the Prince’s gentle rebuke. It wasn’t exactly unusual for Saiyans to be impatient when it came to formalities like this; it was just that, well, her family took such things infinitely more seriously than most. Of course, the problem with strictly wishing to obey protocol was that when you were given a direct order, you obeyed that, too, and when that order was not to stand on ceremony…
The girl gave a firm nod of her head, “Yes, my Prince.” She said, “I witnessed my brother and mother perish before I … left. I expect that I am now the last of the Line of Karo. They did their duty.”
The implication, of course, was that she did not. She felt numb, saying the words aloud. It was the first time she’d confessed it to anyone else. She knew it, though. Her family were dead. It wasn’t something she could do anything about, it was just a fact, and whilst it was painful, she was determined not to allow that pain to show through in front of the Prince. Whether he wanted it or not, he was still nobility; she could no more choose to abandon decorum than she could choose to rip off her own arm.
“Unfortunately, my pod was destroyed on impact, my Prince.” She said, “I was almost killed myself, but one of the locals found me. This planet has incredible medicine. I imagine that is part of the reason why it is our fall-back position.”
Her hand curled slowly into a fist as the girl pushed down her emotions. It was easier to focus with the Prince right there – it was like he was an anchor. If she was left to her own devices, her mind kept trailing back to the battle, to the angered scream of her mother, to Letis’ last, terrified moments of life with his back broken and helpless.
No. She couldn’t let herself drift away. She had to stay in the present. The Prince needed forces to be marshalled? Trained? She could do that.
“Any Elite who won’t fall in line to help our people at a time like this is not worthy of the name.” She said, seriously. “We will need to work hard, become better than we were, and gather allies from every corner of the galaxy if we hope to stop the World Trade Fools.”
Her eyes met his, and there was fire in them. Real determination, not just rote duty or tired resignation.
“I might be young, but I know the training regime of the Line of Karo. I know how to rally a force and teach Elites to work together. I even know how to talk to aliens, a little bit. We can do this, my Prince. We can save our people.”
She sounded confident, at least. More confident than she felt. Could they really do it? She didn’t know. But she knew that she would try, or she would die in the attempt.
Either way, she’d restore her honour.
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Post by Vocado on Feb 15, 2018 2:21:07 GMT -6
Vocado clicked his tongue in disappointment, a slight frown forming. "Damn. Mine was as well. Those Arcosian snipers were better shots than I figured them to be." The Prince decided to leave out the fact that one of the only other surviving members of House Bone-Moon, the Namekian who had taught him almost everything he knew outside of combat, had been killed by a well-placed shot from one of those snipers. It was a bit of a sore subject.
Vegia's confidence was more than a bit inspiring, to say the least. To see someone so young with such a fire in their heart almost made Vocado feel a bit underwhelming. Maybe he needed a bit more pep in his step, too.
"Hell, we can do more than save them. We'll make sure this never happens again. Not to sound like one of the old warlords, but these Arcosians are gonna regret throwing their weight around against a superior race!"
He clenched his fist as he shouted, his blood pumping. Perhaps he was getting a bit too excited. It might come off a bit strange if he didn't tone it down. He let out a false cough, and returned to a more casual stance.
"Of course, before we rally anyone, we need to make sure the both of us are in fit condition to fight. Have you had a chance to spar with anyone? Let loose your true power? We'll both need to know our limits before we get ahead of ourselves." The Prince stared down at his gloved hand, and shook his head. "I can already tell I'm a bit out of practice," He admitted. "Hunting Saibamen for sport with snobby royals doesn't exactly constitute as anything close to proper training regimen."
Slowly, he settled into a battle stance, his tail curling around his waist like a belt.
"So, what do you think? Want to test your Prince in a spar, or did you skip breakfast?"
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Post by Vegia on Feb 15, 2018 2:37:52 GMT -6
Vegia had utmost respect for the nobility; she considered it her place in life to serve them. First amongst that was the Royal Family itself of course, but after that, the noble houses of Planet Vegeta were her responsibility to protect. They gave her people the structure and stability that was needed to keep their society functioning. In the old days, it had all been about strength and power; these days, that was still important, but they were also the people that, she thought, most ought to look to for guidance. Their stalwart stewardship of the Saiyan way of life elevated them above the rank and file, regardless of any other factors.
Of course, the Saiyan way of life being what it was, all of that true, heartfelt respect didn’t mean that she was going to hold back for an instant when it came to fighting.
“My near death experience has made me a lot stronger than I used to be.” She said, not, that she was going to admit that she used to be called the Least Elite for a reason. “And, I haven’t eaten a thing yet. But that’s because I haven’t finished my training for this morning! If this spar is standing between me and a good meal…”
She grinned, and brushed her nose with her thumb, eyes staring hard into Vocado’s own.
“I hope you are ready, my Prince, because I’m hungry!”
That bright blue aura flared up again as she summoned her strength, bathing herself in cascading sapphire flames. The forest floor rippled with her strength as she called upon all she had. She wasn’t a psychopath; despite her words, she wasn’t going to try and do serious harm to Vocado, but what he said was accurate. They needed to know where they stood in terms of power, and she needed to know how much she would have to protect him, how much he could be relied upon to protect himself.
Hunting Saibamen was good fun, and not for the faint of heart, but it didn’t build the strongest warriors that Vegeta had ever known – and if they were going to take back their planet, that was exactly what they were going to need to become!
“HYAH!”
The powering up was, apparently, considered to be enough time for Vocado to prepare himself – if he hadn’t managed to take up a defensive posture before then, then too bad! The shorter girl was suddenly lunging forwards, the ground beneath her feet exploding in a shower of dirt and broken twigs.
Only, the Line of Karo is a tricky one, when it is at its best. It looked for all the world like she was going to just punch her way straight through whatever guard Vocado had prepared-
But at the last moment she slid down, carving a deep furrow into the earth as she diverted herself into a sweeping elbow aimed to take the back of Vocado’s knee out from under him; using her lesser stature to full advantage!
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Post by Vocado on Feb 15, 2018 6:30:45 GMT -6
The young Elite was quick to accept Vocado's challenge, a feisty glare to her eye as Ki swirled up from her form, engulfing her in a thick blue aura. It was a common sight for above-average Warrior's to release an aura with such force. Though Vocado couldn't sense Ki, he knew he'd be in for a remarkable challenge.
Vocado slipped into a simple battle stance-- one that'd allow him to transition to defending against a small handful of offensive options. Straight attacks and low sweeps would be relatively easy to avoid from his current position, but a well-timed overhead could easily trip him up if he wasn't careful.
With her dramatic flair complete, Vegia rushed in, fist cocked back as she roared closer. It was a simple tactic, but was it her true attack? Some Elites were tricky, certainly, and if her words coupled with her speed betrayed anything, it was that she probably wasn't that strong until recently. Craftiness was probably a close friend of hers, and in a few moments, he'd learn if his theory was correct.
She closed in, and just as Vocado hoped, she was feinting! Her strike dipped into a slide, but before she could attack, the Prince was already hopping straight upwards. The quick leap only took him a few feet up, but it was enough distance for him.
"A fine start!" he goaded, chuckling.
Quickly, he dipped back towards the Earth, aiming to land near where Vegia had started her charge, all the while firing off a small barrage of Ki. It'd be enough to distract her, but aside from some light nicks in her armor if they made their mark, they'd likely do little.
Should he find purchase on the ground, he'd slip back into another defensive stance-- this one prioritizing aerial assault-- while his mind raced for an attack plan. He couldn't let her decide the tempo of this fight the entire time, after all.
The battle begins!
KP: 3/3
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Post by Vegia on Feb 15, 2018 7:42:15 GMT -6
Vegia was surprised that Vocado saw her attack coming. She saw most Elite warriors – and the nobility even more than most – as powerhouses, most commonly. They tended to rely on brute force to see them through, and the initial exchange definitely proves that this Prince is not like the others. Then again, he was of House Bone Moon.
It was basically the Vegia of noble houses.
She narrowed her eyes as he continued his burst of speed upwards, and then the counterattack began. Range was where she was always most comfortable. With her short limbs and slight stature, she usually relied upon taking her enemy out with her ki-based techniques; up close, where reach and weight class could make a difference, she was at something of a handicap.
Now, though, she found herself pressed regardless.
Her gloved hands swept back and forth, sending the weak blasts of energy scattering around as she considered her counterattack. Well. If he wanted to test her, she had a duty to demonstrate what she was capable of, didn’t she? Besides. That old man’s hut was relatively close. If she went too far, he’d be able to set things right again.
“Are you sure you’ve only been hunting Saibamen?”
The question was meant for three reasons. The first, and honestly most important, was to express admiration – it was important to her that he knew she acknowledged his strength, and given the growing ache in her hand, that strength was genuinely not inconsiderable.
The second was to test whether he had been making a joke earlier; if he had more combat expertise than he’d let on, that was valuable information for her to know if she was going to try and keep him alive. If he really was a pampered Saiyan Prince, that job was going to be infinitely more difficult.
And the last? That was to try and distract him with conversation.
With no warning, she accepted one of the blows – the ball of energy struck her shoulder with a loud hiss and a flare of light. But, in the same instant, she braced her right arm, clasping the inside of her elbow tight with her left hand, and raising her clenched fist towards the Prince.
“BURST CANNON!”
The exclamation is coupled with a sudden flare of that brilliant blue power. The bolt sent streaking from her fist was concentrated and condensed; a bright burst of blinding sapphire energy which streaked upwards towards the Saiyan Prince.
He was good at raining down blasts of power; how would he fair defensively?
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Post by Vocado on Feb 16, 2018 4:34:38 GMT -6
Vocado smirked. The girl had good reflexes to deflect so many blasts in quick succession. Even if they'd have barely been slaps on the wrist, they were still pockets of damage Vegia would benefit from avoiding. Despite this, he still had another question on his mind: her speed was excellent, but she'd yet to show her strength. She had plenty of time to flaunt it, though.
"Perhaps I didn't tell the whole truth-- I did spend some time sparring with my Uncle, and he's even better at hunting Saibamen than I am!"
Suddenly, the girl shifted gears. Cocking a fist back, she shouted fiercely, before launching a wave of Ki right at him! It was quick, and looked powerful; a perfect way to gauge his own energy against hers!
With a fluid motion, Vocado spun his body around, his right leg glowing with a dull light. As the Ki came bearing down on him, he finished his spin with a roundhouse kick aimed right at the head of the beam! The limb collided with her wave, and sparks flew for just a moment. A few moments later, however, Vocado's strength had won out. The force of his kick was able to re-direct the beam up and backwards, before suddenly dropping toward Vegia from above!
This would be the true test of her skill. Would she waste more energy to cancel out her own attack, or would she play it smart and simply avoid the strike? Only time would tell...
[UP2] Savage Salvo used!
66% Charged for a damage potential of: 4,033!
Burst Cannon's 1,775 vs Savage Salvo's 4,033 = Salvo wins! 2,258 bleed-through damage flavored as Vegia's blast being volleyed back at her.
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Post by Vegia on Feb 16, 2018 7:26:18 GMT -6
You could tell a lot about a person about how they responded to imminent danger.
The fact that Vocado rushed headlong into it, testing his fist against her blast, meant that she was suddenly a lot more fearful about his chances of survival in the near future. That might work with her, but it wouldn’t work with Arcosians. Was he smart enough to recognise that, or was he going to put everything at risk by jeopardising his chances with a vain clash of energy in future as well?
She wasn’t too surprised that he was able to overcome her Burst Cannon; their initial clash had taught her that he was on the same level she was, if not a little ahead of her, and the Burst Cannon wasn’t her most powerful technique. Nevertheless, it was still an impressive sight to behold as the brilliant blue blast was sent hurtling back down towards her. The young woman gritted her teeth, and for a moment, the two schools of thought as to how to respond to this raged inside her.
~Throw your power at it! Obliterate the wave and shatter the fool’s defences for daring to challenge your might!~
That was the voice of her father. Loud, brash, reckless… brilliant.
~Avoid it! You don’t need to prove anything, and you can strike back clean!~
Her mother’s voice, urging caution. It hadn’t helped in the last few moments of her own life, when all the defense in the world wouldn't have been enough to stop that onslaught.
She had to find her own way.
“I can take this.”
The girl’s voice was quiet, but she was sure of herself. Lunging upwards to meet the blast, she chose the third option.
Pain embraced her like an old friend, as her own energy splashed across her chest. Her armour burned and peeled, and she felt the blast wash over her in a wave of blinding blue. How many times had her brothers ‘helped’ with her training and subjected her to this exact treatment? How many times had she left her sparring sessions bruised, battered, and bloodied?
It would be worth it, to force the issue.
“HYAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
With her echoing shout raw on her lips, she emerged from the other side of the explosion with her hand braced, her eyes focused and intent, her palm open and seeking Vocado’s gut.
“BURST! CANNON!”
The same technique. The same brilliant flare of bright blue power. But would it be enough to catch the Prince off-guard?!
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Post by Vocado on Feb 16, 2018 15:04:19 GMT -6
You could tell a lot about person just by reading their reaction to incoming danger.
Most people had two options in their mind at any time: fight or flight. It was simple enough. Either you face that danger and beat it back, or avoid it and live another day. It was simple enough, and the one Vegia chose would tell him a lot about what kind of Saiyan she was. Evidently, when she took the blast head-on at its full power, Vocado decided she was a fan of the third, less-trodden path.
She was insane.
Smoke plumed outward as Vegia's rebounded blast claimed her. Though worried, Vocado stayed calm, feet planted firmly as he awaited her reveal. If she was truly an Elite, she'd still be kicking even after an attack like that.
Her next act came quick. Jumping from the smoke like a shadowy assassin, Vegia had leaped for Vocado, Ki expanding in that hand of hers. He would have been surprised, had it been anyone else that took his blast.
The girls blast tore through Vocado's stomach, but not in the way one might expect. His body had seemingly become ethereal, simply distorting as her energy passed through it. Shortly after, the image disappeared, revealing that the Prince had already moved!
"Right here!"
Vocado's shout came from above, his eyes wide as he grinned with excitement. He dropped from the air like a massive weight, knees aimed out to drop right onto Vegia's head. She'd need to move quick if she didn't want to be squashed.
[SU1] Afterimage used!
0/3 KP
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Post by Vegia on Feb 16, 2018 15:20:33 GMT -6
It seemed that Vocado was better at reading her intentions than she would have thought possible. That kind of trick was the kind of thing that only worked once, when people didn’t know how far you were willing to go to gain the upper hand. Now that she had played her cards, there wasn’t going to be another opportunity to make use of that particular strategy against the Prince; of course, if he was expecting her to barrel through EVERY attack, then that in itself became a kind of advantage.
There was still a faint tightness in her jaw as she saw her attack pass through the Prince’s form. She didn’t for a moment believe it. She had enough faith in his strength that, if she had really caught him by surprise, she would have expected him to at least begin to defend himself. Instead, he announces his counterattack loudly, ruining the element of surprise completely in the process; there would have been some nervousness about whether he was coming from below, or one of the sides.
Instead, she has the time to raise her guard and take the descending blow on her bruised arms. There is a hiss of pain from the girl, but she let the momentum of his impact send her backwards across the space, until her feet were bracing against the trunk of one massive tree.
“And there's your mistake.”
Vegia didn’t have much experience in life-or-death combat, but she did know a thing or two about getting beaten down by a superior opponent. Sparring with her family had been a part of her life since she was old enough to stand on her own two feet. She knew when someone was vastly superior to her, and when she was on roughly equal ground. She also knew her own limits, and from that, she could extrapolate.
If she hadn’t taken the blast, she might not be so confident, but she had. She wasn’t going to let Vocado get away from this without at least ruffling his feathers.
Her fist raised, and she steeled herself. She was tired, and aching, and hungry as hell, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down until she’d scored at least one solid hit – if only to reassert her worthiness as an Elite.
"Boom."
The third and final blast of power showed a certain amount of consistency, at least. Each one was as strong as the last; the girl’s ki control was good! There was no wavering, she’d practiced this technique a hundred thousand times before.
She might be crazy, but there was a method to her madness.
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Post by Vocado on Feb 16, 2018 15:45:36 GMT -6
Vocado clicked his tongue in annoyance. Though his attack made purchase, it was on Vegia's terms, blocked and hindered by her quick reflexes. He had to concede one thing, at least; she was more than deserving of her Elite status. The Prince hopped backward through the air, landing softly on the grass across from his foe.
Her energy flared again, that blue glow orbiting her fist as the Burst Cannon readied. She was quite a fan of her technique, it seemed. That was good. Being familiar with your go-to attacks before a battle was the key to victory.
Out of stamina, the Prince could only brace himself for the coming attack. It tore through the air toward him, and he could do little else besides bring his arms up in front of him. The blast hit hard and fast, and though his forearms took the brunt of the wave, he still took some considerable damage.
The wave exploded onto him, causing more smoke to litter the clearing. Though it may have seemed obvious to some, that had hurt like hell. Taking her attack head-on wasn't the best option, but at least he pulled through. The bodysuit under his armor had a handful of rips and cuts, and one of his pauldrons was chipped in a few places, but otherwise he had pulled out fine.
"Looks like I was a bit too cocky. It's been a while since I've had a good fight."
He was so ready to keep this train rolling. To get this battle into overdrive. But his stomach had started to growl.
"Perhaps we should take a moment of rest. We got a good gauge on each other, I'd wager, and there's no need to exhaust ourselves against one another. We need to keep on our toes in case those lizards show up again."
Vocado takes the hit, but pulls through okay.
1/3 KP
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Post by Vegia on Feb 17, 2018 1:37:14 GMT -6
Vegia didn’t need to be told twice. The girl let her power drop, and fell to the earth hard. It took her a moment to pick herself back up off the floor, but she was glad that the training session was at an end, and that she hadn’t completely humiliated herself every step of the way. Still. She was going to have to find a stream – or even better, a hot spring – so that she could ease some of the pain out of her abused limbs now that the training session was done.
“I’m glad that you’re strong.” She said, “If you hadn’t announced where you were coming from, I might have had a serious problem in that last exchange. So, uh, maybe, keep that in mind if the lizards do come back… my Prince.”
It was a bit awkward doing post-fight analysis with her superior. Her brothers never used to listen to her anyway, and any attempt to discuss what she thought of a fight just met with an invitation for another spar and, inevitably, another demonstration of why she was so utterly wrong-headed. But, they weren’t here, she was, and it was important to try and grow from one’s experiences.
“We probably should eat and rest, though, yes. And, there are some other little things I would like to discuss with you. Perhaps that can wait until after we’ve recovered, though.”
Because now that the fight was over, and she was no longer overwhelmed with relief that one of the nobles had survived, there were certain practical and ceremonial considerations that were dawning on Vegia.
But equally, from his attitude earlier, she was quite sure that he wasn’t going to like what she had to say. So, perhaps it would be more prudent to say it after he had a full stomach and – ideally – they’d discovered some more of their people to help rebuild their forces. It wouldn’t seem so daunting if there were more than two of them.
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