Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 10, 2020 15:16:06 GMT -6
Current PL: 90,000 | Available Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P); Demon's Fury (x4P) Items: Blood Ruby Tags: AmaraDosu
Recent events had stirred her into action, if fighting the weakling 'jailers' here wasn't going to strengthen her then she'd have to resort to self training like before. Without a body to weaken her, it'd likely let her train for even longer than normal. But something she had been thinking on, was this ruby she had. It enhanced her abilities but its power to do so was so extraordinarily limited. But it had been formed of her Demonic Magic and Blood... Perhaps the same could be used to further enhance it? The problem was... she needed her blood, but she was pretty sure just pouring it over the gem wasn't going to be enough. No it needed to be something forged in the heat of battle, if only she hadn't been killed... This would be a trivial expense to do. So many seemed to have an issue with her even though she never heard or met them before, clearly word of her exploits had gotten around. That or mortals truly were pathetic.
As she pulled the Ruby from its hiding place, that being as an ornament shoved into her chest, she frowned. How many times had this thing empowered her? Yet it was always fleeting. How else was she too empower this thing if she couldn't find a powerful opponent? With a sigh she shook her head, simply powering up wasn't enough to attract a worthy foe... She had to find a way to pull those she fought before down to hell, but that was far easier said than done. She dared to think it might even be impossible... Unless they came here of their own volition.
"...What is this stuff anyway?" Amara was currently being shown around Hell - which was much nicer than the name implied - by a ghostly Ruta, one of the older and apparently deceased members of Silver Lightning who'd instantly recognized Amara despite her rugged appearance. They were currently skirting the edge of a crimson lake, the live Saiyan squinting dubiously at the 'water'. Out of all the things she'd expected to happen when visiting the afterlife penitentiary for 'evil' souls, taking a nice tour around with an old friend wouldn't be high on her list of guesses. "Oh, that? We call it Hell water. Tastes a bit sweet and metallic when going down, but nobody seems to really care."
A thought popped into her mind, Amara idly wondering if she'd find Kitiana down her. If the Demon's soul hadn't been recycled, she'd certainly be somewhere in the depths of Hell, as there'd be no chance for a crater causing malice filled half-Demon to end up in Heaven. It wasn't even that Hell was necessarily bad either, just like an obvious downgrade. A four-star hotel compared to Heaven's SIX star one. Yet somehow Amara didn't think Kitiana would take to that lifestyle very well. She seemed the perfect type for an 'endless torture and combat' of Hell, not this cushiony afterlife which seemed to thrive on stagnation, wearing down on souls until they eventually got reused. It made her curious, Amara wondering what poor sap had come before her that had the unfortunate dice roll to end up as her as she was now.
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 21, 2020 20:21:24 GMT -6
Current PL: 90,000 | Available Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P); Demon's Fury (x4P) Items: Blood Ruby
God what a boring Afterlife. Everything about this place reeked, but not of anything good. It didn't reek of death, or blood, or combat... It reeked of stagnation. Of nothing worth fighting, nothing worth doing. It was a prison clearly designed for individuals such as her, though whether they were made to drive one mad or attempt further suicide who could truly know. How could one fight until their blood burns and boils in such an environment? They can't... and that's the point. Their 'jailors' were naught but paltry guards sent to make you feel imprisoned. Truth be told escaping was neigh impossible as far as she could tell, or was it? There were a few ideas she had but... Such an event like the one she thought of was... less than plausible.
Then the unthinkable happened, a single massive power level that didn't belong. As subtle as it might've been, there was definitely a difference between those who were dead and those who weren't. But whats more, she knew this signature. "A..mar...a...." Could... it really be her? Was she actually visiting? Or had she been killed? Was this just a trick? Kami help whoever this was if it was a trick! Her hands squeezed tightly together, Amara was the only one she'd ever considered a worthy opponent... And before she could finish their match, Mollusc, Sensoa, and Mumbo had interrupted it! Her aura and power level flared, taking off quickly directly towards this new source of power.
When she arrived, dressed in the saiyan guise that she once held still clad in her orange gi. Floating roughly 20 feet off of the ground as she stared down towards the two individuals, unmoving... unblinking... Just, staring at Amara.
A tingling sensation prompted Amara to reflexively look up, the novice energy sensor detecting an approaching fighter. It didn't register at first, given that the last time she'd seen this particular signature it'd been through a scouter lens rather than her own natural power. "Woah, hey." It was a bit surprising, all things considered, to see the one girl she'd talked about popping up from nowhere. "Kitiana? What, did you hear that I mentioned your name or something?" Craning her neck, Amara took the moment to size the Demon up, noting not much had changed. "You look like you did right before you died. Is that a product of being dead or do you just not typically change your wardrobe?" She was different in actions, definitely, acting all silent instead of the usual speeches and quips the Demon liked to put out.
"Ah, if you were wondering... I'm not actually dead. You remember that big old railway you were building next to, yeah? Well, apparently souls strong enough to survive the journey can literally ride a choo choo train to Hell." Pausing, she gestured around a bit. "Though when I think of Hell, this kind of scenery isn't exactly at the top of what I thought it'd look like." To be fair, a tumultuous fiery landscape would be a pleasant afterlife for people like Kitiana, so perhaps the design was intentional. "I'll give you two some space." Ruta declared, floating off towards one of the bars in the distance.
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 26, 2020 12:32:05 GMT -6
Current PL: 90,000 | Available Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P); Demon's Fury (x4P) Demonic Embrace (x12/x10) Items: Blood Ruby Pendant OOC Notes: With permission from Amara, Available Transformations have been updated with the acquisition of the Blood Ruby Pendant
It was her, Amara had made her way here to hell. "I must admit, I didn't expect you to show up here." She said after several moments more of just staring, slowly floating down to the ground. "As for me, this is... technically this mortals true form so I suspect that is why." She took another few moments to look towards the second individual who floated away from them, before turning back to Amara "And believe me, this is hell for me. There's nothing here, a veritable wasteland devoid of anything or anyone worth fighting." Amara definitely looked different, but her Power Level hadn't changed much if at all. That being said just because ones Power Level didn't change, that didn't mean they were anything less than powerful. "You'd better not be stagnating with your training Amara, It wouldn't do well for my only rival to become weak and unable to give a proper fight. I trust that, at the very least, you've been training that new form."
She took a few steps towards Amara, before stopping and gripping her chest as she let out a pained cry. Her left arm beginning to glow a bright purple for a few moments before the glow dissipated and Kitiana's arm fell to her side once more. Her eyes were wide, breathing heavy. That was... new. She hadn't experienced that kind of pain since her fight with Amara. Her eyes slowly moved up to look at Amara again and she smirked "Yeah this'll work, While this place might be devoid of fighters the lack of a body is nice for training. So Amara..." She reached back and grabbed the hilt of her blade "Show me what you've gained in my absence."
"Certainly sounds like a perfect Hell for you." Amara quipped, dipping a finger into the blood-red liquid and smearing it on her gauntlets. "Is this stuff normally this viscous, or is it only behaving like that because I'm not dead?" She casually mused, standing up and rolling her neck. Of course, Kitiana had to bring up the whole training and power thing. Not that Amara expected any less of the Demon who thrived on violence. "Naw, I'm definitely stronger, see?" She flexed for a moment, nothing immediately becoming obvious. Kitiana might take Amara's attitude as mocking, but to be entirely honest, it was mostly just the full-blooded Saiyan feeling... at ease. An odd statement considering she was currently in Hell with a foe who she once tried to mercilessly kill, but hey. Things change. "Heh, not to sound smug, but you don't seem like you've progressed a whole lot either despite having all the time in the world."
Snaping her fingers, Amara realized something. "Oh yeah, remember my scouter that you broke in our last fight? Well, I'm still a bit miffed about that, but more importantly, I don't need it anymore. Both a blessing and a curse I suppose, since it doesn't let me see robots or anything." That had been one of the things Kitiana harped about. Apparently being able to approximate an opponent's strength based on feeling alone was some sort of vital skill, though honestly, it had just been more of a hassle than clicking a button on a scouter. "By form, I assume you mean Super Saiyan?" A bright golden flash enveloped her, a raging aura contrasted by her mostly neutral expression. "I can do it on command now but the damn things still too volatile. Flickers in and out which basically leaves me open to get killed. Makes me a damn liability to my team."
The Saiyan's eyebrow raised a fraction as... something happened to Kitiana, Amara wordlessly tilting her head to assess what the Demon would do next. For the briefest moment, she sighed, almost reluctant to carry herself into battle. Yet she'd know that was what Kitiana would certainly want to do when they met again. Unless the Demon had some nasty trick up her slevee, it wouldn't even be that hard-fought of a battle. She reached around for her own scythe on instinct, only to realize it was sitting comfortably propped up against the blue center couch in Stargoon HQ. "Ah fuck me." She lamented and instead focused on coating her own arms in copious amounts of energy. "Alright, here we go." Knowing well that Kitiana didn't take kindly to an opponent not using their full power, Amara decided to test the waters with a rush in Super Saiyan, blitzing over to the Demon and going for a simple jab to the stomach.
Amara powers up with Super Saiyan (x15T)
New Power Level: 1,875,000
She attempts a simple non-KP jab at Kitiana
KP: 7/7 | Total Damage: 0% | Power Level: 1,875,000
Last Edit: Mar 28, 2020 20:17:16 GMT -6 by Amara: coloring
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 28, 2020 20:53:07 GMT -6
Current PL: 180,000 | Active Transformations: Demonic Will (x2P) Items: Blood Ruby Pendant
Truly the best place for her to be when it comes to hells, and very obvious as well once one thought about it for even half a second given the type of person she had become. Her attention being brought to the liquid, she simply shook her head "Truthfully, I don't know. For as long as I've been here, this is the first time I've really stopped to even consider that. I usually just keep moving, rarely ever bother to stop and inspect things like this." A slight shrug came from her as Amara spoke once more, about how she was definitely stronger than before. Even as she flexed, Kitiana's head just tilted slightly as she failed to grasp any difference in strength. She definitely seemed more confident than before, perhaps finally realizing her power was far from stagnant like a Namekians was but that was simply an idle thought with no real proof to back it up.
But of course Amara brought up the obvious, that her power hadn't changed much. "Truth be told I noticed that too, but that's what happens when you've got creatures so pathetically weak that merely being in their general vicinity is enough to make them run away with their tail between their legs." She sighed and shook her head once more, looking at Amara as she boasted how she no longer needed to rely on a scouter. That was good, because relying on such a flimsy thing to try and keep track of an opponent was pretty stupid. But there was another reason she had done it, one that she wondered if Amara realized or even had considered. Either way her next response was a satisfying one, to see her trigger her Super Saiyan form at-will filled her with a strange sense of satisfaction. For awhile Kitiana had been the one to be trained, the one who needed help attaining more power. But Amara, while technically her Rival, had been the first one that Kitiana had helped attain more Bower. But her statement afterwards did concern her a little.
Finally, however, it was time, after her brief moment of being paralyzed Amara had agreed to their fight. Feeling Amara's Power Level rise to rather enormous heights felt amazing, it made her bones shake and her blood boil. A good feeling. Truth be told she was still limited right now, her power had been drained quite a bit and she had found herself unable to access her full strength since being sent down here. But she had fought those who were far more powerful than her, and she knew she could see through their attacks. Combining that with the fact she knew Amara was coming, her reaction simply had to be correct. She had a single chance at blocking the attack, watching Amara coat her arms she began to pull her blade from its sheath, though unlike prior times there was no energy that leaked out of the sheath when the blade was pulled free.
The blade was released, and Amara advanced. Bringing the blade in front of her, her blade and Amara's fist clashed together though the force behind her impact still sent Kitiana skidding against the ground backwards. Quickly flipping the blade and planting it into the ground, she halted herself roughly twenty feet back. Taking her right arm and shaking it a bit as she grinned "Damn... You've really got some strength behind that punch. It's unfortunate that I can't access my full strength, buuuut..." She paused with a grin, a purple aura flaring around her "If my theory is correct... This body was half saiyan before I was killed. And I'd say I'm pretty close to where you were when last we fought." She grinned quite a bit, pulling the blade out of the ground now as her power level began to rise slowly though not by much, Roughly doubling in strength. Lunging forward once more she brought the blade upwards towards her "Where's your scythe?"
"Laying on a couch back at home," Amara replied nonchalantly, shaking her hand a bit to release some excess energy. "Truth be told I didn't actually expect to find you - or anyone else of note - actually here." Taking a deep breath, the Saiyan switched tactics to a more casual one: laying down a barrage of Ki blasts in Kitiana's general vicinity. "You tryna say you'll put out a Super Saiyan on me?" She asked in-between blasts. "That'd be neat if you did! Though I suppose my attitude isn't exactly helping if it needs the same parameters as me. How to piss you off...?" Finishing the barrage with a crescent slash of crackling energy, Amara tapped her chin. "'I am a peace-loving Namekian who loves to farm vegetables and impose my self-righteousness on others!' How's that? Feel anything popping up yet?" Regardless of the success of the Ki assault, Amara would follow up with another close-quarters attack.
"Or MAYBE you need something a bit more up close and personal." Amara grinned ferally, sending a tidal wave of punches towards the Demon with no real rhyme or rhythm. Each was tuned down so as to not instantly bowl her opponent over if they connected, but it certainly wouldn't feel very nice to be on the receiving end of a direct hit either. Fighting without her weapon against a foe who had one seemed dangerous in theory, but the automatic wall of protection that her violent flaring aura provided was more than enough to mitigate any stray slashes that Kitiana might have sent her way. "I still get pissed about that shitshow in the Demon Realm sometimes, you know," Amara commented even as she continued to attack. "I don't blame my pals for icing you - no offense - mostly that I failed to protect you myself because my damn body couldn't feel obligated to stay empowered." She let a scowl through, sending a final mega punch towards Kitiana to gain some distance. "I seldom make promises to people. Hell, I haven't made one since that day. And when I DO make them, I fucking intend to make good on it. And yet I still got my ass handed to me that day."
Clenching her hands into fists, Amara scoffed. "Tch, between that damnable ghost and the arrival of Sensoa, it went from a nice little scenic show to a circus." She paused, lips curling into a thin smile. "I haven't felt a longing for battle since I was a dumb and stupid youngling in Silver Lightning." Snapping her fingers, a realization came to mind. "Hey remember how you triggered this blonde hair dye in the first place, with that whole massive attack and everything?" The implication was clear enough that Amara didn't need to say anymore, a crackling surge of energy manifesting across her body as a small ball of Ki quickly grew in her palm. "Block or die, you once said. So here I am returning the favor!" In a flash, the ball shot out in a pillar of electrical Ki, racing straight towards Kitiana's chest. Of course, Amara wasn't intending to actually kill Kitiana whatsoever, but she didn't know that for sure.
Amara attempts a whole lotta non-KP attacks against Kitiana
She then fires off a [MA3] Lightning Strike at her for 1,875,000 (300%+)! Intent to leave Kitiana standing and alert, not KO or Ded
KP: 4/7 | Total Damage: 0% | Power Level: 1,875,000
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 28, 2020 22:43:31 GMT -6
Current PL: 1,350,000/630,000 | Active Transformations: Demonic Embrace (x12/x10P) + Demonic Rebirth +x2/-x3 + Blood Ruby Pendant +x1/x0 + Wrath +x1/x0 Items: Blood Ruby Pendant
It was unfortunate that Amara didn't have her scythe with her, but she couldn't exactly blame her for not expecting to find anyone here. The switch up for tactics had put Amara at a distance from Kitiana as she fired her ki blasts, forcing Kitiana to stay on the defensive. Every bit of her energy was focused on dodging, knowing she couldn't really take too many hits from a Super Saiyan'd Amara. "Something like that, that's my assumption as to what might happen anyway." It would be 'neat' for her to have it, and doing to her what Kitiana had done to Amara would be a uh... difficult thing for sure. Though admittedly her choice of words were uh... more hilarious than anything else. Simply shaking her head with a chuckle "Perhaps if-" Her words were cut off as Amara appeared in front of her, causing her eyes to instantly widen on instinct and immediately begin back pedaling away. Using a combination of dodging and blocking with her sword to try and protect herself 'Tch...' She was admittedly rather annoyed that she was cut off.
The random movements of her fists and attacks had thrown her off, even if before she was little more than a mindless rage machine now she was clearly making a conscious effort to do this which... was arguably even worse. Sadly she didn't dodge, or even block, every attack, but what made this even worse... was that not only had she not gotten to respond, but Amara was speaking yet again and she knew she wouldn't be able to respond. Although admittedly her words were more sympathetic than she had expected, Amara truly felt bad for having not kept her alive. Though admittedly Kitiana didn't hold it against Amara, there was little she could've done in her state to stop Mumbo. Their own battle had worn her down, but knowing that she was angry that she couldn't protect Kitiana was... strangely comforting. The last punch that was thrown had landed squarely on her jaw, sending her flying and skipping against the ground like a rock against a lake.
As she rose she listened to Amara continue, popping her jaw back into place and spitting out a few teeth and some blood onto the ground. She had a point, had Mollusc not shown up honestly none of that would've escalated to where it had most likely. But her next few words had inspired her to smile, knowing that nobody had given her that thrill like she had... That felt good. An eyebrow raised as she snapped her fingers, bringing up the attack she'd used to force Amara's Super Saiyan out... Something Kit had brought up as well. A bit of a chuckle escaped her lungs, hearing those words repeated right back to her. Sure nobody had 'killed' her since she'd come here but... Did any of them actually have the intent? The nerve? The will? Maybe... But Amara? Well... If she was serious about this then she'd be one of the only people who would actually follow through. Knowing all of this, would it matter in the end? Well no time to think about that now, she watched as Amara gathered her energy. "Well... It's now or never." She muttered to herself, raising her left arm towards Amara "Let's have a real clash! One like we should've had back in the Demon Realm!" In nearly an instant the bracelet appeared, every appendage already in position as her chest released a dark, almost blood, red glow.
If anyone got the pleasure of seeing it first, then Amara was the best one... and if anything, the only one worthy of seeing it. Perhaps it was the intense, warrior bond they shared, perhaps it was their Saiyan blood, or perhaps it was something more between them. Whatever the cause was, the aura around her erupted skywards. The bracelet began to spin around her wrist, but it didn't have a slow build-up this time... No it was instant. The speed that it now raced around her arm was its full speed, neigh faster than it had ever been before. The energy that gathered was pulled not from the surrounding area like usual, but from Kitiana herself. The usual dark purple aura flashed, a mixture of that dark purple energy and the bright golden aura of Super Saiyan.
As their energies swelled, eventually reaching their crescendo, the beams were fired and forced into a clash against each other. Kitiana's own Bower Level skyrocketing from a measly 180,000 to being nearly equal to Amara's own strength. The two beams that now clashed blocked out all else, the enormous light they emitted nearly blinding for those other than the two of them before an enormous explosion took place at the epicenter of the beam struggle. For several moments after the explosion the battlefield went silent, a large cloud of smoke and dust filling the area as debris rained down from the sky. It was in this calm, the calm before the storm, that it happened. She appeared in front of Amara, blade drawn and aimed to slash diagonally across Amara's chest. Her hair flared upwards like Amara's, but rather than the golden coloration that Amara had, it was a dark purple with hints of that golden color within it. Her aura itself a spiraling mixture of Dark Purple and Gold, her eyes now a solid dark purple. Her face no longer had a smile, it was an expression seemingly devoid of emotion... A Demonic Embrace.
Lots of non-kp dodges and attacks.
Demonic Embrace, Demonic Rebirth, Blood Ruby Pendant, and Wrath all activated.
WARNING: SIGNATURE ATTACK LAUNCHED
Onrdw Tdhfv Nlsgp Wrxqzw [SIG] (133%/1,915,200) fired in opposition to Amara's Lightning Strike [MA3] (100%/1,875,000)! Amara's attack within 97% of Kitiana's causing both attacks to explode and fizzle each other out.
Amara stared in apathy at the plume of smoke and dust that had been kicked up from whatever attempt Kitiana had made at protecting herself from the golden beam. The Demon had either gotten hit squarely, or she had not. It was doubtful that you could even 'die' in this realm given that you were already dead in the first place. Though it didn't take long to get her answer, Amara's senses picking up on the invigorated Power Level long before Kitiana came rushing from the makeshift smokescreen. Moving with careful precision, Amara's left arm snapped to intercept the Demon's flash, a coating of Ki surrounding her hand as it met the edge of the blade, stopping the attack in its' tracks. Silently, she'd attempt to fully clamp down on it, utilizing her still superior strength and speed to wrench it away from its' wielder before tossing it into the lake not far behind them.
"Not as flashy as I was expecting." The Stargoon noted, taking a moment to soak in her foe's new appearance. "Though I guess it works if it let you tank that attack I sent your way." Smirking ever so slightly, the Saiyan's hand moved to grab the medallion at her chest. "If you could withstand that then I maybe I need to go a bit harder." Squeezing, tendrils of black energy erupted from the artifact, racing across Amara's body and weaving itself into her suit. "I wouldn't call this 'another form', more of a... sidegrade. A blessing by the magic that empowers us Stargoons. And specifically in my case, it trades safety for raw power." Amara's armor warped, changing from the bland one-piece black set to something a bit more colorful. Streaks of yellow formed atop it, a large star taking central point on her chest. "Earthshattering might make all before me quake..."
The words acted as a primer, the process speeding up immensely and growing more intense as a bright sheen overtook Amara's body. "...Stargoon Yellow leaves nothing in her wake." A small explosion of golden energy radiated from the Saiyan, her aura turning from a raging fire to a typhoon as electrical Ki spit and crackled, leaping from her body and immediately ionizing the nearby air. "Let's push this new form of yours to its' limits, why don't we?" Speed increased by several factors, Amara shot off without warning at her target, rearing back her fist and supercharging it with Ki for a single, empowered punch as opposed to the barrage she'd been doing before. For better or worse, it seemed that she was starting to truly go all-out on Kitiana. Amara had yet to use her own ultimate attack, and instead wanted to truly get a scope of the Demon's power with a smaller, but still dangerous, attack.
Amara swaps to Stargoon Rush (x17/x13T) and also utilizes Storm-Front (UT) to modify it by an additional +x1/-x3, bringing her total to (x18/x10T) [2,250,000 / 1,250,000]
Afterward, Amara blasts Kitiana with an [A1] Plasmic Shock for 742,500 (83%)!
KP: 3/7 | Total Damage: 0% | Power Level: 2,250,000 / 1,250,000
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Mar 29, 2020 13:44:04 GMT -6
Current PL: 1,350,000/630,000 | Active Transformations: Demonic Embrace (x12/x10P) + Demonic Rebirth +x2/-x3 + Blood Ruby Pendant +x1/x0 Items: Blood Ruby Pendant
As Amara's hand moved to intercept her blade, all went silent... for a few moments anyway. It took a few moments before an explosion of wind erupted around them, sending a minor shock wave out from the impact site. When Amara tried to grip down on her blade her form seemed to almost shimmer before vanishing out of her grip, reappearing about ten feet away, floating above the small crater they'd made. Her left arm was the only part of her body, outside of her head, that wasn't covered. Her markings glowing a bright purple instead of a dark purple, the markings having also now covered her hand and crawled across her entire face. Her head tilting to the side as Amara made mention of needing to try harder, staring at her hand as it grabbed the medallion near her chest. Her eyes squinting when her body began to be covered in those black tendrils, her stance moving from a neutral one to instead holding the blades hilt level with her right shoulder and the blade moved to be diagonal with her body.
She noted the minor increase to her Power Level, but she would need far more than a minor power increase to cause her to react. As Amara charged forward her body twirled, bringing the blade around and down to clash against her fist. The resulting clash sent Kitiana flying backwards, crashing into the opposite side of the crater they had formed. But she didn't stay there long, almost immediately she rocketed away from where she'd crashed and right back towards Amara. She went into a flurry of sword slashes, still holding the blade with a single arm. She'd clearly taken a pretty direct hit from Amara's attack, but either ignored the pain or simply wasn't phased by it.
No KP action taken! Plasmic Shock [A1] hits directly for 742,500 (117% of 630,000)! OOF!
Kitiana's blade flurry had to be treated with a bit more respect now that they had a sizeable amount of power backing them up, especially since Amara knew her defensive power had dropped to a far lower standard than she would've preferred. The best method, in this case, was to fight fire with fire, meeting the swings and slashes with ones of her own, utilizing a solid layer of energy around both arms to act as two improvised weapons. She wasn't perfect, however, especially when trying to match the finesse of weapon artistry with arms and fists. One of Kitiana's blows slipped past, grazing the right side of Amara's face just above the cheek and causing a thin stream of crimson to gush out. Expression twisting into a frown, the Saiyan empowered her leg this time to deliver a sharp kick to the Demon's torso to send her flying, taking a moment to wipe whatever blood was still left on her face.
Despite not showing it, Amara also knew that Kitiana was a bit worse for wear after tanking her attack directly. "Pretty solid." The Saiyan commented, floating in place as she eyed Kitiana in anticipation of another sudden rush. Taking a deep breath, Amara let some of the Goon Magic coursing through her fade, her aura fading a bit and becoming a bit more close-guarded as her power waned in favor of durability. "Though not much will come out of it at this right. Your energy levels are nowhere near that of a regular Super Saiyan... which is both a good and bad thing, I suppose. You didn't seem to fall out of the form when using a large reservoir for an attack, unlike me." Amara scowled, still not internally satisfied at her own form's volatile nature. Clenching her fist, Amara swiped in the Demon's general direction, a thin razor edge of yellow Ki surging forth in an attempt to push Kitiana back even farther.
Amara reverts to normal Super Saiyan (x15T) but still has bulking activated, leaving her with a (x16/12T) and [2,000,000 / 1,500,000] She delivers two, concentrated non-KP attacks at Kitiana
KP: 3/7 (1/2 Regen) | Total Damage: 0% | Power Level: 2,000,000 / 1,500,000
Post by Kitiana Shinso on Apr 4, 2020 15:58:57 GMT -6
Current PL: 1,350,000/630,000 | Active Transformations: Demonic Embrace (x12/x10P) + Demonic Rebirth +x2/-x3 + Blood Ruby Pendant +x1/x0 Items: Blood Ruby Pendant
Amara managed to dodge or block almost all of her attacks, but each one pushed Amara back more and more. While her own transformation hadn't taken as long, that was likely due to her demonic heritage having a far more dominant nature. Her power had always released enough of itself to keep her alive, even if only barely. But this time she was far more powerful than before, this time she hadn't just fallen to the attack. The kick to the chest was rapidly blocked by the blade, though she still slid backwards quite a distance before coming to a stop. Amara took this time to compliment her on her performance, preparing herself for the next rush of attacks that... didn't come. Not at first anyway. Kitiana's eyes gazed across the battlefield, scanning around for any other incoming signatures. She hadn't forgotten what had happened last time they fought, and as such was far more on guard for those that would think themselves allowed to interrupt their fight yet again.
As she cautiously scanned around, Amara continued to speak. Noting while powerful, she wasn't anywhere near the strength of a Super Saiyan. She also noted how her form was more permanent than Amara's own, both a good and bad thing. She couldn't pump out as much burst as Amara sure, but she could sustain it far better. Kitiana lifted her blade slowly, pointing it towards Amara though she spoke no words. Before pulling it backwards so the hilt was level with her waist, her right leg sliding backwards as the blade was pointed away from Amara. Her right hand was placed down near its hilt "Not strong enough..." She muttered, mostly to herself. Her nails slowly began to grind against the blade, her face turning into a sneer as her left arm gripped down tighter on the hilt "Not... strong... enough..." She repeated once again mostly to herself, before her hand raked rapidly across the blade and she charged forward once more "NOT STRONG ENOUGH!" She screamed out, going into another more reckless flurry of swings towards Amara.