The Heat of the Dance [Invite]

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.

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."

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?"

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.

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.