The recently made lucid biodroid stood quietly in the ruins of a village, long since destroyed by the horrors of war and plague that seemed common on Plant.. At least, in a time before she was born! In her surveying of the area, she could see some improvement in lots of places; Bigger cities, smaller villages. Things seemed calmer than she was expecting when she woke up. Her eyes scanned the area, up to the horizon until her gaze was fixed on the sky above her. She hummed thoughtfully and lowered herself to the ground from her hovering state and looked at her yellow hands quizzically. "This won't do." She shook her head, and as soon as she gave it thought her form shifted according to her will. Rubbery skin rippling, shifting into something more appropriate that the locals could look at without being horrified or suspicious. Within mere seconds, she looked like your average half-breed Saiyan! "Better." The biodroid nodded affirmatively to herself and began to walk through the ruined village. Partly in search of a local to interact with to hopefully learn more about the current state of plant, but also to get used to walking normally! Like a Saiyan! The right pace, firm warrior-like posture.. It was a bit awkward, but in time she knew she could get used to this.
The question remained; what would today's events hold for Sceneri?
WC: 235
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2022 16:42:36 GMT -5 by Sceneri
When you were on your own, you sometimes had to make do with what you could find. This was a lesson that Wrylia learned quickly - one that she had to, really. She couldn't expect someone to bring out a feast for the entire band, for there to be a warm fire to sit by as everyone sung and laughed and wrestled like the rambunctious and raucous group that they were. She had to make gather her own food, start her own fires, find her own shelter.
And for the lattermost option, she had made the decision to hide out in the ruins of some old, long-lost village. Sure, the majority of what was left of the buildings here were walls - but it wasn't hard for her to find where some rubble had tipped over against a still-standing wall to make something resembling a stone tent. A plume of smoke would rise from her campfire, as Wrylia cooked a large hunk of meat from one of the local beasts over it - and the smell, safe to say, was delicious.
Not that Wrylia was picky - but she was always one for the simple comforts. A good meal, a warm bed, and the like. Taking the meat off the fire, she'd use her claws to tear a portion of it open, to check how well cooked it was. Deeming the meat ready though, she'd waste no time in tearing into it...
... Only to find herself met with the sound of distant footsteps. Swallowing down a mouthful of meat, Wrylia would hum to herself thoughtfully - wondering whether she felt more like staying here and continuing to eat, or if she felt more like investigating whoever it was. Really, both options were equally tempting - though she was hungry, it also had been a long time since she had a good fight against someone. Be they Saiyan, or Tuffle, or even some other foreign race, she was open to fighting whoever it was.
Idly, Wrylia brought up an old scouter of hers - affixing it to the side of her head, and attempting to turn it on. However, there was an emphasis on 'old' here - and as the half-Saiyan quickly found out, this piece of technology had quickly reached the end of its lifespan in her hands. It tried to read the stranger's PL, for sure - but Wrylia had a distinct feeling that someone's power level wasn't supposed to have letters included in the number readout.
As it turned out, being regularly exposed to electrical ki and knocked around in fights tended to reduce the lifespan of most electronics. Wrylia curled her lip in a snarl of frustration - clearly displeased at the state of things. "Fuckin' piece of garbage..." She muttered to herself - and taking the scouter off, Wrylia would smash it against the ground into a mess of shattered glass, wires, and metal shards. Guess she'd have to scrounge up the zeni to get a new one soon...
But, that still left the question of the stranger walking around out there - and for the time being, Wrylia supposed she'd just keep eating. She was hungry, dammit! And if this person - whoever they were - were really interested in a tussle, they'd only have to follow the plume of smoke from her campfire to find her...
It wasn't long before Sceneri spotted the smoke, of course. It stood to reason that there may be people displaced from proper homes by all the events that took place on Plant, or that maybe this were just an explorer.. Or in the least desirable case, one that made the disguised biodroid's eyes narrow, an outlaw of some kind. Desperation often turned people to extreme action like committing crime, and she knew she could hardly blame anyone for trying to make ends meet- But, now she was thinking about scenarios that hadn't even happened yet. Sceneri shook her head, steadily rising into the air towards the pillar of smoke rising from Wrylia's fire.
She lowered herself gently to meet the half-breed in the middle of her meal, head tilting to watch the stranger and try to process their.. very unexpected appearance! Another halfbreed? She asked herself, raising one brow and tilting her head to the other side like a confused canine and humming thoughtfully to herself. With all the social etiquette of a scientific creation only recently emerging from a test tube, Sceneri opened her mouth. "Hey, what race are you supposed to be?" A blunt and forward question. It wasn't like she could just say that nothing in the encyclopedia pretty much programmed into her brain didn't have anything on reptilian races that lived on Plant. Maybe with her disguise her lack of etiquette could be attributed to.. well, being a Saiyan. It wasn't like the warrior race was known for their politeness. Being partially one herself at least, it kinda made sense!
But she just stayed hovering there in mid-air, looking down at Wrylia expectantly waiting for a response.
WC: 281 TWC: 516
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2022 16:55:10 GMT -5 by Sceneri
As Sceneri made her approach, Wrylia would raise an eyebrow at the individual. A Saiyan? A strange looking one, though - she almost looked like those more powerful Saiyans you'd sometimes hear about, with golden hair and fur. Certainly an imposing sight, from what she's heard - though she'd never seen such a Saiyan herself before. But this didn't seem quite the same... So a mixed-race Saiyan like herself, then?
Wrylia would continue to eat as she watched the stranger tilt her head back and forth, not unlike a confused puppy. Initially, the draconic woman's tail would flick with a light amount of irritation - yeah yeah, get a good look at her. Wrylia was well aware that her appearance was strange, when set next to other Saiyans, considering her lack of properly 'saiyan' features. But it didn't make it any less annoying to have to put up with the stares she sometimes got from it.
After a little while, the draconic Saiyan opened her mouth with every intention of giving this stranger a piece of her mind. But, she was then presented with a question that came in like an asteroid from your blindspot, or an Attack Pod's crash landing - abrupt and jarring. What race was she supposed to be?
For a second, Wrylia's mouth hung open as she gave Sceneri a bewildered gaze - though after working her jaw a bit, she'd soon respond to the biodroid's question with a question of her own. "The fuck kind of conversation do you open with a question like that??" Wrylia spoke with her lip curled in a half-snarl, not sure whether she should be insulted or not. "I could ask the same question of you, if I really wanted to." Technically, she could clearly tell that Sceneri was a half-saiyan - it was just the other half that was a bit up in the air. Human? Tuffle? Konatsian?
Letting out an aggravated sigh though, Wrylia ran her claws through her hair as she took another bite out of her food. Upon swallowing it down, she'd eyeball Sceneri up and down before responding "Saiyan and Dragon Zoanthrope. That answer your question, Buttercup?" This stranger barely looked even worth a fight, at least at a surface glance - even if appearance technically wasn't everything... Ugh, what a bore.
"This one." Sceneri blinked a couple confused times. She wasn't sure what irritated this stranger so much until it became clear she was indeed partially Saiyan. Everything that had Saiyan blood in it was at least a little fiery. She was no exception, but she also had just.. a whole lot of nonsense going on in that gene pool. "Saiyan and Tuffle." Wrylia didn't need to even ask, it seemed. Sceneri spat out the first likely story that came to her lab-made brain. No doubt there were mixed bloods of that particular combination running around everywhere on Plant.
She waited patiently for an actual answer, simply quietly watching Wrylia eat. When she got it she nodded curtly. "It does. I just wanted to make sure." Not a full-blooded Saiyan, and definitely not an elite.. So she didn't have very much reason to be wary. They seemed irritable, but not like they were about to go rampaging through cities and killing innocent people. Yeah, there was a bit of a leap between those two stages. "Butter..cup? D-Do you put butter in cups?" The biodroid asked, slightly mortified by the concept. Was it for dipping? Spreading? Easy transport? She had way too many questions about these mysterious butter cups.
WC: 208 TWC: 724
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2022 19:04:52 GMT -5 by Sceneri
It was becoming quickly apparent to Wrylia, that this girl was... A strange one, to say the least. But when given an answer as to the Biodroid's (supposed) race, the draconic woman relaxed a little. "Hmph. I guess the Tuffle half would explain some shit." She was never really around the Tuffle parts of Plant long enough to actually know if this was how a normal Tuffle was - given general relations between Saiyans and Tuffles... But given that they were generally regarded as the brainy scientific race, Wrylia figured that they'd also be the sorts that would just ask questions wily-nily.
But at the very least, the answer seemed to satisfy the stranger - even if Wrylia wasn't sure why she wanted to 'make sure' of anything. Was Sceneri gauging her for a fight, too, she wondered?
Yet again though, a question would come out of left field - namely, that Sceneri didn't exactly understand what Wrylia meant by 'Buttercup'! Wrylia would blink a couple of times, looking once more bewildered by the question, before shaking her head. "No, fucking what..?" She muttered at first - mostly to herself - before speaking up to Sceneri proper. "No - it's a kind of flower. They're yellow, and are from Earth, before you ask." She'd explain. When you were part of a band of wandering mercenaries, you tended to pick up phrases and bits of knowledge here and there. Hell if she knew much else about buttercups, though - what did she look like, a botanist?
Letting out a brief rumbly groan though, she'd raise an eyebrow at Sceneri - questioning "So why the hell are you out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, in any case? You looking for a fight?" Cause she was about ready to just say 'fuck it' and pick a fight, really. It would be far simpler and less of a headache, that way, as opposed to talking to this odd stranger.
Sceneri just seemed even more confused by this question. Again, tilting her head to one side and then the other. This just seemed to be a habit of hers at this point. "But I'm not a flower." Was her response, lacking any kind o real distinct tone aside from the obvious confusion. Was this some kind of insult? Comparing one to a flower might otherwise be an endearing thing, but Sceneri assumed that Wrylia was mocking her in some way. She didn't take it personally- She would take it over the vulgarities she was led to believe that many of those possessing Saiyan blood liked to throw around. "They named a flower 'buttercup'? What's next, a butter fly? Butter nut?" Oh, how wrong she wished she was.
At the dragon lady's last question though, the biodroid tensed. Eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Violence is for defense, never offense. I don't pick fights like a brute." She stated coldly, for the first time making one emotion very clear in her tone: Disdain. Disgust. The blonde clearly had some opinions on violence, when it was necessary, etc. The idea she would jump to it so quickly was enough to leave her mildly offended. Not enough to hold a grudge, but enough to make her uppity. "I'm.. just exploring. That's all." It was the best excuse she could come up with, she shrugged. "Do you just live out here? Or are you looking for a fight? It was a pretty weird place to look for a fight, in hindsight. But that built-in prejudice she held against the warrior race informed her that it would not be the first nor last time someone of Saiyan blood would look just about anywhere for a worthy opponent.
Considering she was suppressed at the moment, and unwilling to show her true colors just yet.. She wasn't sure she could live up to the expectations of any warrior.
WC: 318 TWC: 1042
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2022 16:57:31 GMT -5 by Sceneri
Okay - Wrylia understood that Tuffles were more logic and brainy, but this was getting a bit ridiculous. Surely, the language barrier between them wasn't this confusing, was it? Surely, they weren't usually this daft, were they? Else, Wrylia would come to have little hope for the Tuffle race. The dragoness would blink owlishly at Sceneri's comments regarding buttercups - before facepalming, groaning. This was going to give her a headache.
And if that wasn't enough, then it was very clear that Sceneri wasn't one for combat, either. The sudden change in the biodroid's demeanor would prompt Wrylia to raise an eyebrow, and a rumble to rise from her throat at the 'brute' remark. For as much as this stranger claimed to not pick fights, she sure knew how to be a thorn in the side.
And it didn't help that Sceneri's excuse wasn't exactly quality, either. "Just exploring. In the middle of the Wastes." Wrylia remarked dryly, visibly unconvinced and unimpressed. "Only things you'll find out here are Saiba-creatures, or bandits. How about you tell it to me straight, instead of treating me like a dumb-shit who was born yesterday?" Even in her own wanderings, Wrylia had yet to find much of interest out here, besides the occasional beasts to hunt for some good meat. The hell would some random explorer hope to find out here?
Wrylia, meanwhile, had a far more honest answer for Sceneri's own questions. "I'm a wandering mercenary. Ain't got a home base." She explained. "Landed on Plant looking for some work, stopped out here to hunt something to eat." She gestured with the piece of meat she was eating, and took another large bite from it to prove her point. It was cheaper than buying a meal from a local market, after all - one good hunt could feed her for a couple days, and the only cost was time spent. On top of that, hunting gave her a chance to let off some energy fighting the local fauna - be it her prey, or the roving bands of saiba-creatures.
Not that either of them ever gave her much trouble, but it was something. Certainly better than being kicked out of one of the villages for causing a scene.
It'd been a long while since she'd last had a good fight, though. And regarding Sceneri's second question... "I ain't usually out here for a fight, but well..." After a moment of contemplation, Wrylia grinned at the biodroid with sharp teeth and a dangerous gaze, her tail flicking. "... I suppose you'd do, if you're tough enough to want to come out here in the first place, right?"
Setting the meat aside, Wrylia would rise to her feet - towering over Sceneri with ease. The dragoness' wings stretched, her tail lashed, and as she cracked her knuckles in preparation, she'd roll her shoulders to loosen up. "I ain't here to just sit around and chitchat, Buttercup - so here's the deal. Either you turn tail and run, or I start acting like a real brute." Wrylia threatened, leaning in. She wasn't sure if this would even be a fight she'd win, without a working scouter to properly gauge the biodroid's power level - but a fight was much more preferable to putting up with weird questions from some unproven stranger. WC: 547 TWC: 1794
Sceneri hesitated before speaking again. "I wasn't insulting your intelligence.. Or calling you a brute. Not intentionally." The biodroid closed her eyes and let out a small indignant huff. "I'm looking for criminals. Murderers, warlords, anyone who enjoys hurting others for fun." She tried again, this time with at least a sliver of the truth. No need to give herself away completely. The cover of a naive vigilante would do just fine, if it worked. There was no crime in being a mercenary, nothing to immediately scream malicious or sadistic intent. Being a mercenary that enjoyed fighting didn't make Wrylia someone within the scope of Sceneri's little hunt. Though when the dragoness stood, towering over Sceneri and attempting to be what she assumed was imposing her irritation grew. She scowled up at Wrylia, unflinching in the face of someone that from a surface glance was bigger and perhaps stronger than her. This is what she was made for; teaching musclehead's some humility. "I go where I please and I won't be bullied or intimidated. If a fight is what you want then you'll at least fight someone your own size.. metaphorically." Sceneri stated coolly, then turning away from the half-breed and her camp, motioning with her hand for them to follow. "Let's get further away from your camp." Whether she was being considerate or just wanted more room for them to have their little brawl was up in the air, and before she could be questioned on it she already started to walk. Back the way she came, to a more clear patch of ground.
Upon reaching the chosen "arena", Sceneri wasted no time in adopting a defensive fighting stance. Her arms close to her body and gaze fixed on Wrylia.
WC: 1024 TWC: 1315
Last Edit: Aug 18, 2022 16:58:17 GMT -5 by Sceneri
So this stranger was some sort of wandering guard, or a do-good vigilante? Wrylia let out a brief 'hmph', before nodding in acknowledgement. Even if she chafed a little under the rules set by others sometimes, and had plenty of complaints to make about certain laws... She didn't fault the strong - bad or good - for setting or enforcing rules either way. That was the way of life, after all.
But, it was clear to see that Wrylia's bullish nature was getting under the biodroid's skin - and Wrylia couldn't help but grin all the wider, in seeing such. "My own size, huh?" The draconic saiyan spoke with a taunting and smug hue. "You'll have to put on more than just a few pounds to get on my level, Buttercup."
When gestured to follow, Wrylia would oblige - taking one last bite from her meal, before tossing the remaining bone aside. Her scales faintly crackled with static, as if to display her growing excitement at getting a proper fight - and her wings and tail twitched, itching to really get moving. She didn't care if the camp got messed up or not in the midst of the fight - given it was just a campfire set up under some rubble - but nonetheless, Sceneri's consideration in taking the fight away from it was appreciated enough.
And once they were in proper open space, Wrylia let out a low and excited snarl, the static crackling across her scales and horns all the brighter to match. "Alright, Buttercup..." She'd speak with a faint growling undertone, visibly prepared to dive right into things. "... Let's see what you're made of!"
As opposed to Sceneri's more defensive approach, Wrylia was full offensive. Her fists would begin to crackle and glow with electrical ki, and with a wild roar, the dragonness charged - swinging electrified punches at the Biodroid..! - Wrylia opens the fight with Thunderstrike (1,600 PL) to test the waters
WC: 306 TWC: 2100
Current PL: 8,000 Damage Taken: 0%/270%
KP: 5/6 (-1 from Thunderstrike) MP: 2/6 (+1 from posting, +1 for using a Technique)
Techniques Used: Light Attack || Thunderstrike - 20% Power
Relevant Traits: Noble Blood - +20% Max Damage Taken
What she's made of? More words that confused the poor biodroid! There was no 'brain empty' comment about this one though, that would give her away. She was made of Majin and Saiyan and Tuffle. That wasn't something someone would just say, she knew that much. Focusing on the fight, Sceneri leapt and delivered a spinning Ki infused kick towards the side of Wrylia's head to counter her assault. To put distance between the two, she followed her kick by placing a foot against her opponent and pushing off and away from her flipping back and landing gracefully. Whatever her fighting stance was meant to mimic, it certainly wasn't any Saiyan. Too much grace, too many flips, quick and light movements perhaps lacking all the punch of a good haymaker.. But it made a good counter aesthetically and functionally! She was made by a Tuffle after all, so any creator like that would know fighting fire with fire in that way wasn't going to provide the biodroid the most advantage.
"You'll find I'm a little more.. built different.. from the usual grunt." Sceneri smiled, the Saiyan in her somewhat relishing in the excitement of her first fight. The blonde taunted the dragoness with a motion of her hand, smile broadening into more of a mocking grin!
WC: 216 TWC: 1531
Current PL: 8,000 Damage Taken: 0%/250%
KP: 5/6 (-1 from Tangy Tango) MP: 2/6 (+1 from technique, 1+ from posting)
Techniques Used: Light Defense || Tangy Tango - 20% Power
Last Edit: Aug 20, 2022 17:33:26 GMT -5 by Sceneri
In response to the incoming kick, Wrylia would bring up her wing - expecting to be able to simply bat Sceneri's attack away with it. However, as she felt the limb being pushed back against the biodroid's kick, and as Sceneri danced away from her punches, Wrylia's eyebrows raised. This stranger was about as strong as she was, if the dragonness had to guess - and safe to say, it was a pleasant surprise. "I see..." Wrylia muttered in response, a grin slowly forming across her face. "Maybe you won't be such a bore after all..!"
Roaring as a battlecry, Wrylia would attempt to close the distance between them once more - claws flexing, fangs bared with excitement. She wanted to see more - what else did this strange half-saiyan have to offer? Her fighting style definitely didn't scream Saiyan, so Wrylia had to guess that she might've learned from Tuffles instead... "C'mon! I'm sure that a supposed vigilante like you has more than some fuckin' fancy flips, right?!" Wrylia called, unafraid to throw in some taunts of her own.
And once Wrylia got in close, she'd be more than happy to show something other than more punches, herself. In fact, the Saiyan would make an attempt to grapple Sceneri - arms reaching out to try and wrap around the biodroid, and her tail snapping forward to try and loop around one of Sceneri's ankles! If the grapple was successful, Wrylia would transfer her grip to one of Sceneri's arms - where she'd begin to flail the hybrid around, swinging her into the ground repeatedly. - Wrylia continues on the offensive, attacking with With Another (4,000 PL)
WC: 259 TWC: 2359
Current PL: 8,000 Damage Taken: 0%/270%
KP: 1/6 (-4 from With Another) MP: 4/6 (+1 from posting, +1 for using a Technique)
Techniques Used: Medium Attack || With Another - 50% Power, Exhausting
Relevant Traits: Noble Blood - +20% Max Damage Taken
Sceneri grit her teeth and moved to disengage from Wrylia as she charged, but found herself lacking in speed as she was grappled. At first around her ankle, and then around her arm where she would get tossed and beat around like a sack of flour! Hitting the ground again and again, each time soliciting a grunt from the small blonde. Each instance of pain making the biodroid's irritation grow and grow until her eyes snapped open, her sclera the distinct dark color of a Majin's but only visible briefly as she screwed her eyes shut to hide the little lapse in control over her form. As she was coming back up to be pounded into the ground again, she would swing another energy-infused kick in an attempt to wrap one leg around Wrylia's and then another! Trapping the dragoness betwixt her thighs and using the momentum to take her opponent down with her to the ground!
Should she be successful in her counter attack, she would free Wrylia's head and roll back away from her to her feet. Then raising a hand above her head and gathering energy in her finger tips, eyes snapping back open back to their "disguised" state before swinging a swarm of needle shaped blasts at Wrylia. Each one carrying a little explosion of sharp pain, should they hit, almost like being stabbed. "A lot more." Sceneri huffed, wiping dirt and sweat off her forehead from being forcefully faceplanted multiple times by the hybrid.
WC: 249 TWC: 1780
Sceneri cuts Wrylia's brutal assault short by catching her with a kick, then counters with multiple little ki blasts. (2,400 PL)
Damage Taken: 20%/250% KP: 2/6 MP: 4/6 (+1 from posting, +1 for using a Technique)
Techniques Used: Light Defense || Tangy Tango - 30% Power vs Medium Attack || With Another - 50% Power, Exhausting: 1,600 PL Bleeds through!
Medium Attack || Pepper Spray - 20% Power (Exhausted), Bleed
Amidst each blow Wrylia inflicted with swinging Sceneri around, the dragonness would take a certain satisfaction in having more or less drawn first blood. This little stranger could make herself out to be as big as she pleased, but Wrylia would - in her own opinion - prove to be the better in the end. She would be sure of it.
But with this overconfidence, it was safe to say that Wrylia was caught off guard by Sceneri's maneuver in wrapping her legs around the draconic saiyan's head. "The fuck?!" Wrylia blurted with a growl - stumbling somewhat on her feet, and swaying the slightest bit. However, their sheer differences in weight and Wrylia's overall bodily strength would result in her being quite difficult to topple. She'd manage to stay on her feet - but Sceneri would be able to slip her arm free in the brief confusion.
Snarling, Wrylia tried to swipe at the biodroid with her claws and grab her once more - but for naught, as the golden hybrid would manage to flip away just in time, sharp claws only catching air.
And not only that, but Sceneri had more tricks up her sleeve. Before Wrylia could charge in to close the distance once more, a spray of tiny blasts would begin to pepper her. Though an individual needle was like a pinprick, the sheer number caused a stinging pain to bloom across Wrylia's skin and scales, and she'd raise her forearms to protect her face as she snarled in pain.
But, as soon as the volley abated, Wrylia was charging - fangs bared ferociously. "You aren't getting away so easily!" She called as she attempted to close in - going into a whirling kick aimed at Sceneri's torso, that was followed up with a slap of her reptilian tail towards the hybrid's face as she spun around!
- Wrylia is struck by Pepper Spray for 1600 PL (20%), and is now bleeding - In retaliation, Wrylia throws a non-mechanical attack at Sceneri - a roundhouse kick followed up by a tailslap!
WC: 304 TWC: 2664
Current PL: 8,000 Damage Taken: 20%/270% (+20% from Pepper Spray) Effects: Bleed - 2 Turns
KP: 3/6 (+2 from no techniques) MP: 6/6 (+1 from posting, +1 from taking 20% or more damage)
Techniques Used: None
Relevant Traits: Noble Blood - +20% Max Damage Taken
Sceneri raised her arms just in time to guard her face and torso, feet dragging through the ground as she was pushed aside. She made a mistake in lowering her guard to peek though, as she took the dragoness' tail right to the face and was sent spinning head over heel! The biodroid caught herself, landing on her feet and using a hand against the dirt to stabilize herself. Heavy and brutal- Definitely some Saiyan blood in this lady, she thought to herself with a huff. "I'm not running!" She called back as she darted forward, pulling a curled fist back behind her head, the tip of one shoe dragging against the ground kicking up a cloud of dust behind her as she closed the distance, leapt, and then swung a feint attack! At first swinging her fist, just to feint out of it and try to catch the dragonic hybrid off guard by driving her knee up into Wrylia's body. The tricky little Pseudo-Majin may not have been as big, but she had little tricks- and they seemed to get under Wrylia's skin. All according to plan!
"Have to admit that this is pretty fun." Sceneri grinned smugly, bringing up her second foot to try and kick off and away from Wrylia. If successful in her escape and not simply earning herself another 'bag of flour treatment', she would land gracefully and then taunt Wrylia with a gesture of her hand. Still maintaining that smug little smile!
- Sceneri took the tailslap to the face then engaged Wrylia with a non-mechanical attack, faking a punch then attempting to knee her in the gut!
WC: 248 TWC: 2028
Current PL: 8,000 Damage Taken: 20%/250%
KP: 4/6 (+2 from no techniques) MP: 5/6 (+1 from posting)
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