Nighway or the Highway [DE Split] Oct 27, 2019 19:50:51 GMT -6
Post by Nashua on Oct 27, 2019 19:50:51 GMT -6
|NASHUA'S PL: 3,008,000|
|ACTIVE TRANSFORMATIONS: Mastered Super Saiyan|
Unsurprisingly, neither Cress nor Kalabas were able to either anticipate or avoid Nashua's quick tackle, and the three of them barreled down towards the ground for quite some time until they finally came to a halt a few dozen meters above the planet's surface. It was much easier to breathe down here, Nashua had to note. She wasn't sure how bruised, or even conscious Cress and Kalabas were after she'd slammed into them like a truck, but now they were at least away from the immediate danger of the battle. "Alright, listen," she stated, her voice stern, but calmer than it had been before. "That was what you'd call, uh... 'Tough love'." That was the term for it, right? ...She was about eighty percent sure, but she'd have to go look that up later. "Aizu and Kraktus are both infinitely stronger than the two of you, and I don't want either of you dying."
She cast a side glance over towards Kalabas and his... Ghostly complexion. "...Well, I don't want Cress dying." Nashua folded her arms across her chest and turned her head up towards the three fighters way up in the atmosphere. Kayen was strong, but Kraktus was also kind of close to her level. And if him and the Arcosian Lord were to work together to try and take her down, there was a chance they could potentially make some real progress. And Nashua wasn't a fan of having any casulaties, especially the woman who had only been Queen for less than a year. "And I don't want Kayen dying either, but you two and your egos have kind of forced me to leave her all by herself with those two nincompoops. I know you're guys, and you don't like being shown up by girls and all, but..."
Nashua let out a sigh and shook her head. "Like, come on! Grow a pair or two. You'll get your chance to prove your macho-ness later, but now is not the time for that. Maybe you don't care if you get killed, but other people do. I do. So, do me a favor... And follow your superior's orders." Nashua approximated there was about a twelve or so percent chance they actually listen to her. It was this kind of muscleheaded stubbornness that had made it so hard to cling on to her peaceful ideals. Everyone always refused to listen to reason, but no one could refuse to listen to a punch in the face. She hated that. And she was starting to hate that she was becoming more like that herself. But it wasn't like anyone else was making this job any easier for her. "...Please," she added, a hint of genuine worry washing over her face.