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Post by Jagaimo on Mar 1, 2023 20:33:02 GMT -5
Keep your mouth shut and concentrate on the fight. Your starting to sound like those morons you used to make fun of that talked to much in a fight.
The young woman berated herself even as she watched the power of her guard stagger the bird opponent backwards and throw them off balance, or as much as an agile flying creature could be thrown off balance. Her arms stung a little but whereas before Metabo's razor like feathers had drawn blood, this time their claws did little other than leave red welts across her stinging forearms. The bird was tough...strong...and fast...there was no denying that...but they weren't so far out of Jagaimo's league that it was going to be an easy walk over for them. Slowly her arms moved from their outstretched position and she shifted back to a light guard, arms loose in front of her, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, eyes watching the birds movements for any signs of what might come next.
Jagaimo's head tilted as she skipped back to keep track of Metabo in the air when they changed levels, flying high and suddenly plummeting like a stone back towards the ground. With little time to react, she braced herself looking for the claws once more, but the sudden spin through everything out of sync. Lines blurred as feathers merged into one twisting image in her vision...if it had been a humanoid target attacking her she would have tried to grab a limb or their clothing to counter the spin and work in some kind of throw, using their own momentum against them but with such a small target and nothing obvious to grab that didn't seem like a viable option for the current situation.
The young fighter waiting, trying to figure out some kind of timing for the birds movements before twisting her body and trying to skip out of the way to the side. To slow in working out her plan, the Saiyan fighter winced as something tore into her back when she made her move, making a mess of the cloth that covered her back and throwing her into a roll to get away. On one knee she could feel the wetness running down her back already, figuring a feather or maybe those talons had caught her on the way through. Unprepared the attack hurt like the lash. Enough of those and she'd bleed into unconsciousness before she could take Metabo out.
Jagaimo rose slowly from her one knee to watch the bird, fist clenching in the dirt at her feet as she took a few breaths to calm herself. It wouldn't do to lose it against such an agile and swift opponent...brute force wasn't going to win this fight alone.
"Now I'm starting to get impressed...that's twice you've managed to make me bleed...that's more than quite a few opponents have ever gotten the chance to do. If your hoping to bleed me out, I'm sorry to disappoint but your gonna need to cut deeper..."
Shut up you stupid girl, fight and stop talking.
Her expression shifted and she dove forwards, hand flicking upwards towards her opponent, the clenched fist opening to release the gathered sand and dirt, launching it at the creatures face. It was a cheap trick she'd seen used effective hundreds of times but you never knew when you tried it yourself for the first time. She didn't need an injury, she just needed some time to catch Metabo with the right strike...
The young woman berated herself even as she watched the power of her guard stagger the bird opponent backwards and throw them off balance, or as much as an agile flying creature could be thrown off balance. Her arms stung a little but whereas before Metabo's razor like feathers had drawn blood, this time their claws did little other than leave red welts across her stinging forearms. The bird was tough...strong...and fast...there was no denying that...but they weren't so far out of Jagaimo's league that it was going to be an easy walk over for them. Slowly her arms moved from their outstretched position and she shifted back to a light guard, arms loose in front of her, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet, eyes watching the birds movements for any signs of what might come next.
Jagaimo's head tilted as she skipped back to keep track of Metabo in the air when they changed levels, flying high and suddenly plummeting like a stone back towards the ground. With little time to react, she braced herself looking for the claws once more, but the sudden spin through everything out of sync. Lines blurred as feathers merged into one twisting image in her vision...if it had been a humanoid target attacking her she would have tried to grab a limb or their clothing to counter the spin and work in some kind of throw, using their own momentum against them but with such a small target and nothing obvious to grab that didn't seem like a viable option for the current situation.
The young fighter waiting, trying to figure out some kind of timing for the birds movements before twisting her body and trying to skip out of the way to the side. To slow in working out her plan, the Saiyan fighter winced as something tore into her back when she made her move, making a mess of the cloth that covered her back and throwing her into a roll to get away. On one knee she could feel the wetness running down her back already, figuring a feather or maybe those talons had caught her on the way through. Unprepared the attack hurt like the lash. Enough of those and she'd bleed into unconsciousness before she could take Metabo out.
Jagaimo rose slowly from her one knee to watch the bird, fist clenching in the dirt at her feet as she took a few breaths to calm herself. It wouldn't do to lose it against such an agile and swift opponent...brute force wasn't going to win this fight alone.
"Now I'm starting to get impressed...that's twice you've managed to make me bleed...that's more than quite a few opponents have ever gotten the chance to do. If your hoping to bleed me out, I'm sorry to disappoint but your gonna need to cut deeper..."
Shut up you stupid girl, fight and stop talking.
Her expression shifted and she dove forwards, hand flicking upwards towards her opponent, the clenched fist opening to release the gathered sand and dirt, launching it at the creatures face. It was a cheap trick she'd seen used effective hundreds of times but you never knew when you tried it yourself for the first time. She didn't need an injury, she just needed some time to catch Metabo with the right strike...
Jagaimo fails to dodge the impressive spinning bird strike and suffers more lacerations in the process. (Non KP damage, more cuts to add.)
PL: 30,000
KP: 1/6 -> 3/6
MP: 5/6 -> 6/6
DMG: 21/270%
Traits:Antisense, Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Restrained Might, Noble Blood.
WC: 590
TWC: 4210
PL: 30,000
KP: 1/6 -> 3/6
MP: 5/6 -> 6/6
DMG: 21/270%
Traits:
WC: 590
TWC: 4210
