Post by ladyscarlet on Apr 29, 2023 19:20:43 GMT -5
"Very well go, Lettuch make your Mistress proud!" she sat on the ground to watch the two saiyan warriors match skills and wits. Lady Scarlet heard Lettuch's laugh and thought, "She's rather psyched up. This fight will really be something!"
Lady Scarlet's thoughts went back to her home planet when her people were meant to fight and kill eachother for the avatar's pleasure. Lady Scarlet remembered feeling excited as the heat of battle overtook her. It became greater when she tasted blood, hers or that of her opponernts Lady Scarlet did not care at the time. Now, she wondered. She remembered looking down into the eyes of someone she used to call mother lying on the ground. "Kill her!" the avatar commanded. Lady Scarlet raised her bladed arm and ... suffice it to say Lady Scarlet was the victor that day, at the cost of her emotions. Maybe that was the point, that and to keep the population down so the people could not rise up.
Her focus returned to the battle at hand. Lettuch dashed forward! Tunnip slapped her aside, then seeminmgly took advantage of an opening Lady Scarlet hadn't noticed before. She hoped Lettuch noticed it! Lady Scarlet began to fear she had judged the situation correctly that the veteran woulod triumph over the young elite! Lady Scarlet managed to calm herself, telling herself that getting involved would probably break the spell. The truth was she empathized with the young elite and didn't want to see her hurt. Lady Scarlet would rather die than admit that out loud, though.
PL: 24,000
WC: 260 TWC: 1380
Last Edit: Apr 29, 2023 19:23:18 GMT -5 by ladyscarlet
Lettuch's kick crossed over Tunnip's guard, leg grazing over his forearm. With a wild back handed parry, he tossed her aside, throwing her completely wide open - an opening that Tunnip, her friend, her enemy, was quick to follow up on. Recognition would have flashed across her expression should she have the mental faculty to think about much other than Scarlet's command shouted across the space between them.
Only, she didn't.
Tunnip's powerful blow crashed through her mind like the strike of a hammer against an anvil, it smacked her tumbling toward the ground; Lettuch reached out with one hand and pushed off of the earth the moment she would have hit, a backwards half-roll to effortlessly right herself and she touched down in perfect balance to spring again with the same mindless insistence she had just a moment before.
Only, she didn't.
This time, she inhaled, exhaled, and took a defensive fighting stance. She crossed her right arm over, palm facing outwards with her fingers bent like claws. Her left arm is tucked in at her side, hand clenched into a fist. It was the standard practiced battle stance of an elite; something deliberate, a symbol of a thing that only another Saiyan would recognize. Her eyes were sharp, light glinting off of her dark irises. She opened her mouth as if to say something, maybe to Tunnip, maybe to Scarlet, maybe to anybody else who was listening.
Only... she didn't.
Lettuch kicked off of the ground, closing the distance between herself and Tunnip once again. She shot straight towards Tunnip's chest so fast it seemed she'd vanished, and in the space where she had been was a hollow afterimage. Her following succession of weaving blows drove into Tunnip's guard, but not an inch past it. Her fists found only his forearms, her kicks landed only upon his raised defense. It was energetic enough, raining blows seemingly at random, but an elite really ought to know how to fight better than that. If that was the limit of Lettuch's offensive ability, it would be a simple matter for Tunnip to counter her brute-force tactics, which were depressingly straightforward.
Lettuch was putting on a good show, wooshing here and there, deliberate as a lumberjack, moving step by step, clumsy but relentlessly dogged as she attempted to chivvy Tunnip into a corner to no avail. And then, she regarded him with a twinkle of gentle amusement in her eye when she decided that the comedy had ended.
Suddenly, and without warning, Lettuch dropped low and spun into a reverse ankle sweep - the weakness of fighting while grounded is the reliance on simple standing form - that aimed to slap Tunnip's boot sharply enough to throw the veteran off balance, giving Lettuch the opportunity to twist her body's momentum at a wide whirling angle. In her gracefully methodical way, that ankle sweep tore into lightning-fast wheel kick that angled towards Tunnip's chin.
At this stage, she really ought not to drag this stretch of the fight out. She should have already stopped, but Tunnip was the first person who had actually hurt her in some time. Her boiling Saiyan blood wouldn't let her just leave it at that.
Traits:Saiyan Pride, Burning Ki, Combat Learning, Restrained Might
WC: 609 TWC: 3,864 Posts: 5
Action: Lettuch makes no action against Clobberin' Time, and receives 4,800 (20%) damage outright. She uses High Speed Rush, again, (1KP, 20% + 10% Restrained Might) for an additional 7,200 (30%) damage against Tunnip, and seems to be preparing for something.
For a short moment, Tunnip was sure that the little elite would somehow manage to dodge his incoming blow. That she would fly out of the way, or force herself to move just enough to avoid the fist sailing straight towards her belly. But she didn't. His mighty punch flew true and planted itself in her midsection, driving the wind from her lungs and sending her flying through the air away from him. Grinning viciously, he couldn't stop himself from calling out after her.
"Hah! You'll have to try better than that, little lady!" He paused for a moment to settle back into his fighting stance. "Looks like letting that bug over there get into your head's made ya sloppy!"
Not even the sight of Lettuch stopping herself from hitting the ground roughly was enough to ruin the good little mood he had picked up. If anything, it made the older Saiyan even more enthusiastic. Mind-controlled she may be, there was still a Saiyan warrior in there. Someone who had the strength and skill to stand with the elite. His boiling blood was joined by his heart beating as fast as it could go in anticipation.
Finally, a real test to see just how much rust he'd managed to shake off.
Tunnip didn't take her eyes off her for even a moment as she settled into her own fighting stance, which he immediately recognised. How could he not? He had seen it dozens of times before during the war, or when the elite trained with those they saw as their lessers. He hadn't ever had a chance to go up against it himself. At least, not until today.
And then, she moved. Like a bolt of lightning, she shot across the clearing, closing the distance between herself and Tunnip. But no matter how fast she moved, she hadn't gone fast enough to out-speed the veteran. With his guard raised, Lettuch crashed into his raised forearms, and the fight was on. Her blows rained down upon his limbs wildly, like an animal desperately trying to bring down its prey. Perhaps if he had been more focused he would have noticed that she was holding back and not fighting like a true elite. But he was distracted. His bellowing laughter threatened to drown out all-over noise in the area, even those created by their clash as he threw his own punches right back at her. He was enjoying this mindless brawling.
And that enjoyment that left him open to the plan she had in store for him.
He didn't catch the look in her eye as she decided that enough was enough or any other warning. Instead, she took him completely by surprise as she ducked down, and slammed against his ankle with a sweep of her leg. His eyes widened in shock as he was forced to stumble as one of his feet threatened to give out from beneath him. It was then, as he was forced to focus on recovering before he toppled over that he realized his mistake, right before her boot crashed into his chin and sent him staggering back with a shout of pain.
For a brief moment, all he could see were stars as he grabbed at his mouth, blinking furiously as he attempted to clear his vision as quickly as possible. A hit for a hit, eh? Grudgingly, he had to admit that as small as the elite warrior may be, she still knew how to hit hard. Even he would have to make sure that he didn't get hit by too many of those.
"Damn, nice kick." He began as he worked his battered jaw. "'Figured that elite status wasn't just for show, but it's always nice to have real proof."
After some non-KP fighting, Tunnip takes the full damage of Lettuch's High Speed Rush (7,200 | 30%)!
Post by ladyscarlet on May 2, 2023 22:56:30 GMT -5
Lady Scarlet watched with rapt fascination. Instead of just waiting or planning for a future that hadn't yet arrived. Lady Scarlet had done plenty of that, mark her words well on that. Scarlet's future hinged on Lettuch's success. Or at least that future would be delayed some time... likely months or maybe even years. Her progenitor likely knew something was up by now and any further delay would allow them time to prepare.
Lady Scarlet watched with the intention of learning something from this. How saiyans fought. Their weaknesses. How to use her own arsenal to its fullest effect. In truth, Lady Scarlet hadn't done muich fighting in her 2 years of life, save that terrible day one year into it. She came into being just as she was now, at least physically, and with full knowledge of how to fight as well as a great many other advantages. Near-photographic memory among them. The attrocities she was forced to commit could not be allowed stand whatever the cost. Even though she could not allow herself to care for another ever again, the need for revenge filled the void.
Her biomechanical eyes watched the movements of the two saiyans, without difficulty, in an attempt to glean something... anything... useful. Lettuch's feint... she heard it called rope a dope or something...misdirection (one of the fundementals of fighting) was truly inspired. She managed to take the larger warrior by suprise. Lady Scarlet was no fool, there was no way she could accomplish her goals without raising a hand in violence and anything... any tools Lady Scarlet gained would help her cause immensely.
At Tunnip's impressed word, she ran a gloved hand through her hair, seeming to drop her guard for the moment. She was almost insulted that her status as an elite was even in question; but then, of course, there had been that blasted mind-control, and... She flicked her gaze over to where Scarlet stood nearby, her dark eyes staring. It was hard to tell what Lettuch was thinking.
Lettuch turned her eyes back towards her mock-opponent and, with an idle hand, traced her gloved finger along the ridged abdominal section of her armor. Her fingertip slotted into an oddly-shaped gap there, and she made a "Tch," sound. Tunnip had cracked her armor when he hit her.
She grit her teeth at that, at the humiliation of it. The audacity - her elite armor, white and polished, now with a chip in its stomach. Among the low-class, it was a point of honor to wear one's armor with as many nicks and scrapes as one could manage before needing a replacement. It was a bragging point among fools, of how much punishment one could take and keep getting back up, how many battles they could survive until one day they didn't.
Among elites, if one returned with one's armor in disarray, it was a sign of weakness. No true elite would allow themself to get damaged at all. She couldn't engage in that same Saiyan bloodlust in the same way that Tunnip could, and she envied him for it. A natural-born fighter ought not have to engage in petty inter-personal politics, and yet she'd have hell to pay at the palace.
Lettuch didn't engage too much in pride. Pride made her peers arrogant, blind to the changing world around them. No, Lettuch was concerned with appearances, how her peers viewed her, how every misstep cost her precious standing on the social ladder. She was angry at Tunnip for this, no doubt, but she had been angry already.
(Tunnip wasn't exactly the reason why.)
Lettuch squared her feet, and with a single short kiai of effort, her aura flared to life around her, lavender-colored fire burning a crater into the ground beneath her. Displaced dust and rubble rose with the flow of it, lifting into the air in a scattered ring of debris.
"I'm going to warn you in advance," Lettuch called over the roar of it, and her voice was nothing like the dream-like trance it had been before her and Tunnip's brief clash. Sharp and precise like a seeking blade, she said, "I am very, very angry."
Tunnip's punch to her stomach - it had seemingly knocked sense back into her. Had it been on accident? Or was it a masterstroke on Lettuch's part? And if that was the case, why was she still preparing to attack? Perhaps she was still under her Lady Scarlet's control after all, but it didn't seem likely. Maybe Scarlet would have to re-apply the effect, but mind control and charms and suggestions - these things weren't quite an exact science. It was hard to say what the right call was.
She brought her arms close to her chest, formed a "C" shape with either hand, and pressed them together to form a ring.
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