Muddy Waters

Iyre could be a real inhibitor when it came to meditation, as more than a few of the locals have found out already. Her general state is shouting, stomping around, complaining or just plain being violent. Even when she's not actively aggressive, the enormous woman has the irksome habit of just breaking things because she is not careful in the least. All of this has added up to a situation where, unsurprisingly, the locals have conspired to have her go meditate somewhere far out the way where they don't have to worry about it.

It isn't as though Iyre were a totally psychotic mass murderer; in many ways that would have been easier for the locals to deal with because they could have just beat her up and sent her off-planet again by now, or gone for an even more permanent solution. When Jackie kindly introduced herself with the full intent of helping her out, though, the Heran demonstrated in one single breath precisely what made her so uniquely unsuited to Namek's calm, mystical atmosphere.

"Of course I'm not good!" She roared, "This meditation stuff doesn't MEAN anything! You just sit around getting pissed off whilst the world makes you look like a CHUMP!"

Unfurling from her sitting position, over seven foot of pissed off Heran looked down on Jackie, and came to the understandable conclusion that she could probably take out some of her frustration on whoever this was. They didn't seem all that strong compared to her, after all.

"Hey. You're obviously not from around here either. Can't say I've seen anyone QUITE like you before though." What was that style the woman was wearing? It didn't look like any sort of battle armour she was familiar with. It was closer to the Namekian warrior clan's outfits in some ways, but definitely a lot more revealing.

She stretched one arm, and then the other. Cracked her neck. "I'm getting pretty tired of just sitting around hoping enlightenment is going to smack me upside the head. The name's Iyre. Let's go a few rounds, you and me! Maybe I'll feel better after I've kicked some ass."

Well, she certainly seemed confident enough as she floated out of the waterfall to loom over the smaller Earthling. She doubted this woman could show her anything new, the whole point of this trip was supposed to be learning new techniques WITHOUT fighting, but it'd sure help her blow off some steam - especially as she was presuming this would be pretty one-sided in her favour.

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"I was tryna meditate on power! That's what I'm here for after all. Using my ki in new ways. Not that just thinking about it is helping much. Anyway. It's not any of my business why you're here or why you look like you do." Iyre opined as she walked over to where she had dropped her armour. "Tell the truth, I've seen a lot of offworlders here. Most of 'em seem to be looking for the same thing I am. Insight. Power. You're just a tourist huh? Pretty strong for a tourist."

Shrugging her armour back on, well; it says a lot about the kind of person she is. The stretchy material designed to fit snug over her figure, though in reality it did little to add to her protection in any meaningful way. What it did do was mark her out as one of the many thousands of people in the galaxy who made their living through violence; and the trophies she had attached to the skirt of the outfit made it clear that she'd been successful in that in more ways than just surviving. Life, for her, was cheap. That was just the way the galaxy went.

Perhaps surprisingly, though, she also didn't just assault Jackie out of nowhere. Sure, she was pretty confident she was going to whoop this woman's butt now that she'd agreed to a 'friendly spar', but she wasn't the kind of psychopath who just went for someone when they were getting ready. Fighting on the slippery rocks actually seemed like it might be kind of fun. She mostly just flew, but that could add an extra bit of danger to the situation.

So she pulled her boots on tight and then hopped to stand on the rocks opposite Jackie. Her immense frame made balancing more challenging, but the Heran was obviously not a total novice. When it came to physicality, she was very adept; she knew her own body and how it moved. Her arms folded across her chest as she peered down at the earthling.

"I've heard of Earth." She said, at last. "That was where that big tournament was held a while ago, right? Martial arts were never really my thing. For me, it's always been instinct. We Herans are born to fight!" She slammed her fist into her own chest, grinning broadly at the heavy sound of the impact. "Don't worry though! I'll do my best not to rough you up too bad. This is a FRIENDLY spar after all, so if I break any bones I'll at least carry you back to town! WA HA HA HA HA!"

She threw her head back to laugh at her own joke. Which, uh, might not actually be a joke. On the other hand, she was clearly happy to let Jackie throw the first punch - as much as she was excited to work out some tension, she didn't want to just completely obliterate this earthling; where would the fun be in that?!

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Iyre was a very literal person. It was one of her many flaws. She still didn't seem to realise that Jackie had been speaking anything less than seriously about being a tourist, even as she felt the woman's power rise to equal her own. Her nostrils flared and she blew hard through her nose as the woman took up that stance. "You're holdin' out on me." She accused, "Alright. Let's do this properly then!"

She had NOT been looking for an equal fight. Frustrated after her meditative failure, she was looking forward to just smacking someone around; it was a good way to blow off steam! Seeing how effortlessly Jackie summoned up almost half again the power that she had been showing, though, the Heran suspected that there was far more waiting just below the surface. Much like that damned Arcosian - though she'd be truly shocked if Jackie held anything like that kind of strength. Arcosians, after all, were renowed for their terrifying power. Who ever heard of a strong Earthling

"Try not to get too scared. I won't blame you if you run away!"

And with that self-important warning given, Iyre began to summon her power. Bright green flame licked across her form, and her teeth ground together as she called upon her true strength. The woman's muscles swelled massively, her already looming form growing bigger, taller, wider. Bones cracked and snapped into place, a low growl building in the back of her throat only to explode out of her in a shout as her full nine and a half feet tall figure came fully into being.

It was, certainly, an impressive demonstration of her power. Her armour stretched with her too; no doubt the trophies that she had taken from all those battlefields made more sense with this kind of strength at hand. She couldn't know that she would still, easily, be eclipsed by the Sun Monk if the woman so desired.

But regardless, the fact that the 'tourist' was apparently hiding some of her strength was an almost personal affront to the Heran warrior. She wasn't going to hold back any more; she wanted to see what this strange woman could actually do.

So without any further warning, she exploded from her position standing on the rocks, lunging across the brief distance between herself and the much smaller combatant, one immense arm swinging, fist clenched, to deliver a dizzying haymaker; if she can, she'll just sweep the woman completely off her feet and into the rushing waterfall thundering above them. Subtly and delicate technique was certainly not Iyre's forte.

Iyre was a brute and a bully, but there were still things she was good at. One of them was her physicality. She was completely in tune with that massive body of hers, so the moment she failed to make contact with the monk - she knew it. Her great brow furrowed, but she arrested her motion, swinging around instead. Her fist brushed the front of the waterfall, but in an arcing pivot, she came to face her opponent again.

She was surprisingly dextrous for one so huge. She didn't bother with grace at all, but she didn't plant her feet wrong on these jagged, slick rocks. Nor did she waste more effort than she had to in order to correct her mistake as she glared down at the smaller woman.

Her anger was starting to surge now, though. Jackie had her reasons for wanting a fair fight, no doubt; but to the Heran, this felt like a mockery. Earthlings might value an even conflict, but for Iyre there was more dignity in getting her butt kicked soundly by someone stronger than her than there was in winning a battle against someone who could have beaten her if they'd gone all out.

"DAMN YOU! Be serious!"

Her infuriated bark yelled, she was in motion again. Not letting gravity touch her, she flew forwards, aiming to drive her knee into the woman's stomach whilst bringing those enormous arms of hers around in a wide, sweeping grab - the aim here was to try and make it more difficult to avoid than her wild haymaker had been; if she just took up as much space around the monk as possible in her attack, then maybe she could use that to capture her if she tried the same trick twice.

If it all went according to plan, Iyre would be giving Jackie the hug of her life; but that's probably not the kind of warm, crushing embrace that the monk wanted to experience!

To her credit (?) Iyre lasted longer than most people would. Her arms remained locked around the woman and actually tightened after the first headbutt. The second and the third, though, loosened things up enough for Jackie to slip free. She was trying, hard, to remember that this was supposed to be a fun spar and not a bloodbath. But this woman's attitude was everything that Iyre found annoying.

It wasn't even anything that Jackie was doing deliberately - at least, probably not. It was purely in Iyre's own head. The beckoning motions, the carefree nature, it felt like she was being mocked. As though the Earthling thought that she was a funny joke. 

Iyre would be the first to admit that she was far from the strongest being in the universe; that was a big part of the reason she'd come to Namek in the first place! But she prided herself on being taken seriously. She had been fighting and killing for years. Even if she couldn't beat someone, she could usually bloody them enough that they were forced to deal with her. She was GOOD at murder. She'd had to be, to survive.

"Grr... alright, FINE!" She shouted, wiping away a thin trickle of blood that had started to flow from her nose. "You want funny jokes, let's DO FUNNY JOKES!"

Bright green lightning flared around her limbs as she went beyond her limits. Muscles bulged and bones cracked as she swelled even further in size and strength. Well over ten foot of furious Heran mercenary, veins pulsing in her forehead, stood glowering at Jackie.

Only, she didn't stay standing for long. With a shout, she kicked one of the sharp rocks hard. The ancient stone, which had no doubt stood in place for millenia against the onslaught of the waters above, shattered instantly and flew up into the air, only for Iyre to kick it towards Jackie as hard as she could.

Only, in a show of surprising cunning, that wasn't the main attack. The rock, surely, to a woman like Jackie, would be little more than a distraction anyway. The point was to force her to deal with it whilst Iyre herself followed up with blinding speed to deliver a crushing uppercut to the woman's exposed stomach, packing as much force into that blow as she could manage.

If this was a joke, Herans had a very strange sense of humour.

There were, presumably, things that Iyre did for fun. Sparring wasn't one of them though. Particularly against an equal opponent. Someone she could bully and push around? Now that could be fun. Someone who she still felt was making fun of her, that just angered her even more. Alas, as blazing as her fury might have been, she couldn't summon enough of it to land a solid blow on the woman.

The spinning kick smacked upside Iyre's head, and the woman stumbled back. This was where Jackie's prowess could really shine. Iyre was big. She was strong. She was tough. And she knew how to use all of those advantages very well... but she was no martial artist, just as she'd said. She was a brute. Unrefined. Perhaps she could never BE refined and still keep the power that she relied on so heavily; refinement would demand that she use more of her head in a fight, and the anger that gave her the advantages she had demanded that she didn't allow much room for such considerations.

"Why, you--" She spat, a vein on her forehead literally throbbing. Maintaining this form was not healthy for her. She was, quite literally, pushing beyond her body's limits; demanding more of herself than she could give for any considerable length of time. But she held that righteous fury tight inside her. She wouldn't let it go. She was either going to force this woman to break her, or she would shatter the monk herself.

The longer the fight continued, the more obvious the difference between the two was; not in power, necessarily, as Jackie refused to show that, but in outlook certainly.

Spit flecked her lips as she lunged back at the monk, fists and feet flailing in an unfocused frenzy. There was precious little sign of the control she had shown earlier; just a need to land at least one telling blow here, to pay Jackie back for the self-imagined humiliation that was unfolding with every failed effort.