Breakfast Run Sept 15, 2019 6:52:42 GMT -6
Post by Nero on Sept 15, 2019 6:52:42 GMT -6
|| Nero’s PL: 17 || x2 in use; active PL: 34 |
Hilariously enough, Nero found some pride in getting Zhalla to show pride in herself— it could be seen as a tad egotistical from an outsider, but among Saiyans? This was nothing, a good majority of their people had the skills to back up their claims if they weren’t of the dreadfully egotistical variety. Nero decided to let it go though, both of them were stubborn, but there was no denying that a cyclical discussion would get them nowhere.
Nero shrugged, finding Zhalla’s logic reasonably sound. He wasn’t too fussed about that particular rule anyway. Besides, her enthusiasm sold it quite a bit, so Nero decided to relent. “Alright, you’ve convinced me, as long as it doesn’t involve any tail grabbing, I’m ok with that ruling being put in place as a way to achieve the victory condition.” To match Zhalla, Nero also struck an open palm with a fist in the same way she did. “Oh we will. Don’t you worry.”
Though his gaze was intense, as a fighter’s gaze should be— Nero’s brow furrowed in a quizzical manner upon seeing Zhalla’s confusion. At the moment, he didn’t see anything wrong, so he blinked right back and tilted his head, squinting in uncertainty. Nero let off a huff, seeming somewhat restless, he wanted to continue the match!
Unfortunately, since his prior tactic failed, Nero didn’t feel very good about himself. He snarled, looking down at his hands for a moment as he recovered. “Come on..” He muttered, more sparks flickering from his eyes as he shut them tightly, his odd trance seemed to deepen…
Only for Zhalla’s voice to cut through it!
Encouragement? Yes, it was, and Nero definitely heard it! His eyes shot open, not quite normal, but not totally blank either! “Heh… Ya think so? Well there’s more where that came from!” Nero triumphantly called out, a solid smirk on his face as he made his next move. It didn’t go anything like Nero had planned, but he was way past caring if it did. The two clashed in mid air, a mild gust of wind came from the epicenter of impact between them. Zhalla would easily get a loose grip on Nero’s foot in this scenario, and thus an opportunity to properly grab it! Since Nero wasn’t so keen on that possibility, he tried to lean back and drive his free leg into Zhalla’s torso in a bid to push her away.