Responsibilities (Azoth/Rensou)

Azoth's words resonated with her, yet her chest still felt tight; the feeling was unnatural, and completely new to her. She'd argued with others before, that was nothing new; and there were plenty of times that she didn't get her way. Her experience with Vennel was one of those ways, and yet, here she sat; crushed with a feeling of hopelessness and defeat. She questioned; why did she feel this way? What was different about her now compared to who she was before? Was it knowledge? Was it experience? She had no answer to these questions; and though Azoth's words helped to increase her positivity, they did not sweep aside the negative feelings already present.

"I hate this..." Zuqetta would mumble; keeping her face planted in her knees, "I hate this feeling I have... I don't want it..." She continued, before taking a deep breath and steadily lifting her face.

"Azoth..." She began, looking towards him with a tormented expression, "Fight me..." She would say lowly, before shaking her head and quickly rising back to her feet, "I don't want to feel like this... I want to feel like a Saiyan again!" She exclaimed in a desperate manner, "So fight me! Please!" She begged, "You said you'd be there to help me, right? Well this will help me! I wanna fight, I wanna fight and erase all these terrible feelings!!" She finished through gritted teeth as tears nearly began to form in her eyes from the hate and anguish she felt in her heart.

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Listening to Azoths words as the clouds rolled in, Zuqetta would close her eyes and take a deep breath. The brisk wind that blew gave her lightly clad form a shiver; she hadn't even the chance to take a dip in the water, something that would have disappointed her had she not been otherwise distracted.

"Heh... don't go soft?" Zuqetta mumbled as she lowered her head and began to step away from Azoth, "Thats what Rensou said when we fought..." She languished, thinking about how much Rensou had changed and how negatively he had acted upon realizing that Zuqetta had been holding back.

The previously dormant amulet she wore would begin to illuminate brightly; becoming even more noticeable as the area around them darkened due to the coming storm.

"You won't hold back?" Zuqetta questioned, keeping her eyes closed and head down as the amulet reached the pinnacle of it's luminescence, "Good... I don't want to..." She finished, lifting her head as her form immediately contrasted against Azoths; rising in power without hesitation rather than lowering in it.

Within her mind, the amulet would begin to speak; attempting to sway her choices and control her thoughts. The amulet spoke of the power she could control; however Zuqetta's mind would fight against it subconsciously as best as she could.

In her right hand, would form a sword; forged purely out of energy...

The power of the warrior... A representation of your courage? Or of the terrible destruction you could bring!

In her left hand, would form a shield; once more forged purely out of her energy...

The power of the guardian? Who could YOU possibly protect!? Your bonds are fragile; all are repelled by you!

As Zuqetta battle power rose, her form would ignite with a shining, deep blue energy; the energy of her Raging Spirit. The semi-transparent sword and shield she held would solidify in opacity; becoming pure white and emitting a tangible presence.

This mystic energy... your inner strength! The power to behold all forms of wonder and ruin!!!

Zuqetta remained silent as the amulet spoke to her, focusing her attention purely on Azoth. She wanted to fight, she wanted to feel like the Saiyan she was; with these desires however, came an equal desire for power... If this was Zuqetta ultimate intention in the moment, she couldn't say; what she could say however, is that she would not make the same mistake twice, she would not hold back!

With that, slamming her tail into the sand as her burst of energy sent her supplies flying a distance away; Zuqetta would dash off from the sand towards Azoth, brandishing her shield ahead of her defensively. Once upon him, she would waste no time in performing a consecutive array of slashes against him with her sword; swinging seemingly wildly, yet maintaining her guard and footing during the sudden assault!

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A familiar sight had taken place as Azoth assumed the form he'd used when he overpowered Faustus. A chill to his power rushed down her spine; but as it did, a fire raged in her heart to fuel her hesitating actions. Immediately, Azoth had taken the offensive against her; retaliating in kind against her display of power with a display of his own. Lifting her shield, Zuqetta would take the blow; overcome slightly by a bit of curiosity as to what Faustus must have gone through. As she did, the Amulet would begin flickering as it attempted to manipulate her thoughts once more.

Why do you hold back? WHY!?!? Fight, fight, and NEVER stop fighting!!

The waning intensity of the amulets glow would strengthen once more as it spoke; while Azoth's Noble Blast against her shield sent her careening back across the sands. Azoth's power was grand, cracking and chipping away at her shield until finally breaking past it and striking her directly. Though the blow had been lessened, the impact had still caused a bit of damage; as her form went skipping across the sand like a rock skipped across water, Zuqetta counter herself lucky that they were fighting at the beach.

Why do you hold back? What are you so afraid of??

Once more the amulet attempted to invade her mind; regaining her balance as she impacted the sand once more, Zuqetta would kick off and fly high into the sky. She had done her best to ignore the amulets words which plagued her mind as if they were thoughts of her own; but couldn't help but question what it was she was truly afraid of, if anything. "I..." She mumbled, before reforming her shield and lifting her sword above her head, "... being different..." She whispered, before suddenly performing several slashes through the air with her sword; each slash sending out a thin crescent shaped blade beam of energy.

Being different? ... is that really so scary?

The intense glow of the amulet would begin to fade greatly; though the amulet felt no sense of defeat, it was as though it was now suffering from some form of indecisiveness. The differences she felt about herself compared to her people were what sparked this fight with Azoth after all; yet without that fear and worry, the amulet would have had no chance to ever attempt persuading her. Has Zuqetta been like any other Saiyan; she'd have purged planet Fruti with Vennel, she'd have struck down Yangcong before he could ever give her the amulet, and she'd have taken the war to the Tuffles without any hesitation. All of these actions would have been actions the amulet would have attempted forcing upon her; and yet, the fact remained that if she wasn't so different, the amulet would even be here right now.

Zuqetta ignored the change in the amulet however, maintaining focus on her fight; though the strikes of energy blades were weak and most assuredly non-lethal, they were numerous and intended merely as a hopeful distraction. Attempting to overpower Azoth would prove difficult, if not impossible; a strategy of some kind would need to be formed. As the calculating thoughts came to mind however, a smile would begin to show itself upon her face; fighting truly was fun.

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Azoth acted quickly as he brushed past her slashes; charging her in the air before slamming her towards the ground. She would lift her shield to soften the strike; but before her body could even make impact with the sand, she could feel her leg suddenly grabbed. Relentlessly, Azoth was upon her; having swiftly dropped down from the sky, he had already continued his assault and made to throw her out to sea. All the while, goading her into further attacks.

He was both powerful and fast, too much so for Zuqetta to reasonably handle. As she careened through the air, she could see Azoth throwing out his fingers before immediately firing off a shot at her.

Is this what you want? Will your fear hold you back? Make you WEAK!?

The amulets glow would intensify once more as it spoke; all the while, Zuqetta's mind would be plagued by her own inability.

What is it you desire!? What do you want out of life!? Right now, in this moment, answer!!

She knew so little; about her self, about the universe, and as such she desired knowledge. The words of her peers resonated in her mind however, while knowledge was important, it was meaningless without power. Knowledge was an additive, a secondary tool to increase ones power and standing. In this moment, it was no knowledge she lacked... but power...

"Power..." She whispered through gritted teeth just before Azoth's beam would make contact.

The Amulet would shine radiantly as the energy around Zuqetta surged and just as Azoth's blast would hit, Zuqetta would suddenly separate seemingly into two individuals; with each dashing away from each other in two different directions our of the smoke of the explosion. Though upon closer inspection, it would be apparent that the second visage was simply a mirror image made entirely out of Ki.

"I want POWER!!!"

Both Zuqetta's would yell out in unison before continuing their assault; each on firing away an onslaught of low powered energy slashes upon Azoth.

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