Deadly Games (Open)

There was a satisfied smile on her lips when she leapt through the fog to attack Koshin, eyes spying the the cut on his cheek seeping blood. It wasn't a lot but it was something, an attack had struck home...although it had done more devastation to the rock face and the Heran's shirt than it actually had to the alien themselves. But still, first blood was always something that made the young Saiyan smile, especially against a stronger opponent. As he strikes rained down, the smile slipped from her face as the concentration came back, focusing, trying to find a gap Jagaimo failed to see the look in her opponents eyes as something inside him shifted, his pride hurt more than anything else.

She felt his power flare around her standing this close and thick arms wrap round her waist out of nowhere, before she was plunged down onto the rocky ground above the ravines, the force cracking the earth around them and driving the air form her lungs, putting a halt to her attempt to hammer an elbow down into the green man's neck. Gasping for breath, the young Saiyan's head was yanked back by a sharp tug on her mane of hair, face pulled round as a fist collided with it, causing her vision to flash white for a moment, before the next one landed and half her vision vanished as blood seeped down into her eye from the split skin above it. The next rattled her brain around inside her skull bringing spots to dance around what was left of her vision while the last made her spit out a mouthful of blood from a split lip and tongue. They hadn't been the attacks of a fighter in control, but the attacks of someone who wanted to inflict hurt on their opponent.

Flat on her back, Jagaimo's head lolled from side to side as she fought to remain focused, body shuddering with a few gasps as her opponents leg pressed down on her, effectively pinning her for the moment and holding her in place. The Heran was speaking but it wasn't completely clear through the ringing in her ears and the ache in her skull as to how the words added up, something about a way forward, moving forwards...something in front of them?

"You...talk an awful lot..."

Her head still hurt and her face throbbed from the punches

The young fighter grit her teeth as she opened her one good eye and pulled her enemies face into focus now, glaring at him with a hatred that she had rarely felt. The man hadn't even used any skill, he's just bullied her into the ground and let his temper take over...no wonder the universe saw them as nothing but thugs and pirates...honourless for sure. He was talking again, even as she pulled against the chains inside her that held what she hated even more than him at bay.

A turncoat...a traitor...he was talking of betrayal again and expecting her to listen after what he had just done, after the lie that had led them to this point. She had to warn someone, there were attacks coming, another Heran...Fukushu...the Tuffles didn't know...

"I'm no...traitor"

The young girl spat out a mouthful of blood over the Heran's boot and gave a red smile...the chains snapping inside...

Muscles spasmed and bulged as the power rushed from its prison to the surface, free once more, and so soon after the battle in the arena. The brown eye that glared at Koshin turned red, and her thick mane of hair bristled like coarse hide hair while something akin to a growl escaped from her gritted teeth. It wasn't much, hadn't been much help before but now free, the Oozaru part of her mind wanted nothing more than to escape and rage...so she released the reigns and let it go. Power flared a purple light around the small woman as she fought and twisted free from the Heran's boot, launching herself awkwardly from the ground with an audible crack of stone and aimed for his midsection, shoulder positioned to land hammering into his thighs...if she could just reach him...