Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on May 18, 2023 10:25:07 GMT -5
Sprite was filled with rage, his eyes were sharp like diamonds as they stabbed through the short distance of air between him and his target. His last attack had struck home and that only gave the Chieftain that much more motivation to continue on the hunt. This was not a hunt of celebration or trophy claim, but this hunt felt like survival for The Big Chief. This uman had poisoned the Chief, an assassination attempt if ever there was one, especially considering the Sin’Lairi traditions. If this incident had occurred some light years away on the planet of Sin’Lari, this uman would have been skinned alive for all to see within the court of The Biggest Chief, Sprite!
The Troll’s dark red skin only made the giant one that much more imposing, his wild hair drew down in front of his face and only lifted up as he ran or as the steam from his nostrils pushed up the thick tufts of hair. Sprite ran his knuckles across the ground in front of him, almost as if he was drawing a line in the proverbial sand, but this was in fact a moment of battle the Sin’Lairi tribespeople often took. The drawing of lines, invited the opponent, or prey, to make their move, would they pursue and attack or would they retreat.
Either way, Sprite huffed and puffed behind the line as if he was a monster behind a steel cage, limited by the wall the line legally created amongst his people. Sprite pounded his foot into the ground forcing part of the street to cave underneath the very force.
Sprite is Using Thirst For Battle Sprite is Using Max Power Sprite Drew a Line in the Sand, Inviting His Prey to Fight or Flee
5/6 KP +2 (No Tech) 1/6 MP +1 (Post + Max Power/Thirst for Battle) 0/250% HP
Jagaimo raised an eyebrow as she watched the combatants meet with their attacks and the earthling woman come off worse after the exchange, already bleeding from a number of cuts and showing a few signs of wear already. The Heran still had a clear power advantage right now and it was showing in the few head on collisions she'd witnessed between them both. But from watching the blue skin seemed to be driven by an angry streak, lashing out and making a big show of everything, not to dissimilar to how many young Saiyan's first react when they undergo the Oozaru transformation whereas the Earthling female seemed to be regaining some of her composure after the initial outburst she'd exhibited. More in control of her self...
"That's it, use your head girl fight smart. He's likely just as dumb as he looks!"
They weren't words she'd ever thought she'd hear herself shouting out to another fighter but here she was standing on the side-lines watching two stranger try to rip each other apart. She could feel that howl rising up from inside her, begging to get involved...and honestly a year ago she likely would have waded in without thinking about it, it was just what Saiyan's did when there was a fight. Now however she felt herself more restrained, despite only being a year older she had witness power that could destroy armies and crack worlds...but she'd also learnt from her own mistakes. More power didn't always mean a guaranteed victory...watch, listen, learn...fight with all the information, don't fight blind. It hadn't just been one person who'd taught her the last year but many, and their lessons had slowly piled up...even if they didn't make much sense when she first heard them...much of them now were starting to fall into place.
The whips were a clever idea, she'd seen blades formed from a persons Ki plenty of times but for her the whips was a new experience and it was interesting to see them in action...but something was off. The young Saiyan chuckled to herself, almost snapping her fingers as she caught on to the tactic. The woman was herding...buying time and trying to goad the Heran into attacking where she wanted, using the whips like the circus performer would do to direct the Saiba-beasts they put on show. It was clever but the steaming red alien didn't seem to notice them at all, bellowing angrily and slamming the ground around it like some beast, knuckles drawing a line through the sand of the deserted street. It was an odd thing...the fight was already joined and Jagaimo could see no value in marking the ground like that but then what did she know about Heran space scum and their odd traditions? Maybe the sand meant something special to him...maybe he just needed to catch a breath and this was his idea of a distraction...either way...
"Hey tusky! Whats the matter?...You tired already?"
Jagaimo...teases Sprite i guess...
Thread PL: 51,000
WC: 500 TWC: 2690 Posts: 4
Last Edit: May 18, 2023 15:51:45 GMT -5 by Jagaimo
Post by LCDR Kimono on May 23, 2023 21:09:04 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Word Count: 364 Total Word Count: 3,327 Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Watching as her enemy stomp the ground and partially cave in the street, Kim was annoyed at the fight entirely. She needed the practice, and she was taking one hell of a beating, but at this point she was just about ready for it to be over with. Her arms twisting the Hutong whips to her sides and slamming them down at the Heran, she didn't put any extra oomph or power with these recent strikes, trying to continue to bait the enemy into doing something reckless. It was when he drew the line in the sand that she knew what he was doing. Even if they were limited in their communication, and she wasn't familiar with their customs, one soldier knew another's actions even if vaguely.
"If you're trying to get me to come to you, you've got some serious balls" Kim would say through a hiss as she struck the ground where the line was with a non-ki powered whip attack, the ground scorching from the strike and hopefully causing the Heran more and more anger. She knew she couldn't actively control a rampaging beast, but this creature seemed far more composed than her normal enemies. "You've got so many good hits in, what's scaring you too much from doing it again?" She'd taunt some more, trying to seem flashy without sacrificing her defensive stance, each whipping and slashing by her whips at the ground around the Heran getting closer and closer, but never quite hitting at their target on purpose.
"Come on... You can do it buddy, it's now or never. Or is it normal in your culture to get the upper hand and go hide behind lines in the ground like a coward?" Kim would finish her little taunting show, preparing in herself the perfect opportunity to attack with all of her might. She would need to hit once, REALLY hard if she planned on evening out the fight here. His strength over her was too great to discount and she needed some level of even-playing to ever hope to match him.
Kim's Power Level: 66,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Kim continues to taunt Sprite by calling him a coward and destroying his line in the sand. Kim is using non-KP whip strikes closer and closer to Sprite without hitting him. Kim is trying to bait Sprite into attacking her again with taunts and non-KP whip strikes. KP:6/6 +2 MP:3/6 +1 HP:46%/250%
Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on May 23, 2023 21:30:28 GMT -5
Sprite’s head jerked towards the bystander that watched them and decided to call the Great Big Chief ‘Tusky’. Sprite huffed and puffed and huge plumes of steam flew from out of the troll’s nostrils covering the immediate ground around Sprite. The cover of the stream allowed his feet and hands that hung close to the ground to be completely hidden, if only for a moment before the giant one whipped himself into action.
The ki whips cracked at the base of where Sprite stood and with each snap he hesitated and jerked away from unaware fear. The line had been crossed, literally and in every other sense of the phrase. As Sprite watched his tribal line disrespected the Chieftain puffed out even more steam, his hair flew widely as he shook his head and jumped up and down on his feet and knuckles.
“ZZAAAAAA!!!!!” The giant hulking red monster leapt forward, its hands and feet lagging behind the rest of the troll. “SIN SIN SIN SIN ZZAAAAAA! EMBRACE!” Sprite screamed and chanted.
The red giant cartwheeled onto its hands and back to its feet in a smooth rhythm, almost like a dance maneuver. As he regained his footing the large Heran pulled out blades made of sharp bone and metal from behind his back. The Chieftain threw himself wildly at the girl aiming for all the vital points on a beast with kicks, and razor sharp slices with all of his weapons.
Sprite is Using Thirst For Battle Sprite is Using Max Power Sprite Used Sin’Lair’s Embrace 50% + 10% Max Power at Kimono for -57,600DMG
Standard Medium Offensive || Sin'Lair's Embrace Sprite unleashes a dancing assault on his opponent with blades in hand and ki charged wild style kicks Power: 50% Cost: 3KP Variant: N/A
2/6 KP -3 (Tech) 2/6 MP +1 (Post + Max Power/Thirst for Battle) 0/250% HP
Things didn't seem to be going the way she'd expected.
She'd assumed the Earthling was more powerful than they were letting on originally, using that that technique of theirs to mask themselves but against the Heran it was certainly becoming a one sided battle. While he might have a few outlandish techniques and some strange ideas when it came to what a fight away from his home world might look like, he was effective in his actions. The Earthling try as they might didn't seem to getting their chance to find an opening, or even rattle the big red alien. Even Jagaimo's barb had only seemed to infuriate the off-worlder more as clouds of steam erupted from its body while those snorts and huffs filled the air around it. The heavy steam hung around the red fighter enveloping his limbs and hiding them from sight for a moment...
The Earthling had changed tactics a little when the young Saiyan brought her eyes back to take in the whole picture, shifting her focus from one combatant to the other. She still seemed to trying to goad her attacker, but now there seemed to be more of a reaction to what she was doing. When those whip like extensions dashed through the line towards the Heran his whole demeanour seemed to change. The big brute shifted and danced back from the cracking whips seemingly unsure of what to do, swirling the mist around him...before he exploded through the air, not dissimilar to how the Oozaru moved...the knife like implements in his hands glinting in the light as they twirled and moved with the Heran's attacks.
She moved. Shifting quickly from her casual position against the wall to plant herself right in front of the big guy, staring him down, body twisting and moving to avoid the majority of his attacks before she pulled her guard in close and grunt, feeling those blades sink into her flesh, cutting through the heavy dust covered travelling cloak she'd taken to wearing lately. She could already feel the blood running down her arms, staining where it touched the fabric and dripping into the sand. Despite the pain of the stinging cuts and thudding kicks, her eyes never left his. That tail of hers lashed about angrily a few times before it slide tightly back round her waist...
"Play nice now."
It would have been all to easy to let loose, to unchain the source of that howling inside her and let it rampage over the red warrior but she held back...she had no intention of killing anyone today...but she couldn't just stand by and watch it happen to someone else either. She hadn't become that cold...not yet but she could feel herself caring less and less the worse things got. For now she felt like evening out the playing field was the right thing to do here...if this Heran really was as powerful as he seemed to be making out then taking on the two of them shouldn't be a problem for him.
"Time to fight back girlie."
Jagaimo intercepts Chieftain Sprites attack with Hunker Down (2KP, 40% + 10% Restrained Might) 57,600 vs 25,500 = 32,100 bleeds through the Defensive Technique.
Post by LCDR Kimono on May 25, 2023 21:32:27 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Word Count: 497 Total Word Count: 3,824 Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Kim was watching as the angry tomato made his way towards her with his attack, her invasion of his line clearly causing provocation for him to continue his assault, what surprised the Earthling so much was when the Saiyan stepped in the way of the strike. She seemed content on standing from the sidelines and watching, but something about this most recent attack made her step in the way... What did this Saiyan see that she couldn't? Bracing back as the woman was stabbed by the Heran's dagger-like blades, Kim winced for a second at how painful that must have been for her to experience. All of the successful hits on Kim so far had been punches, kicks, and minor cuts at best... But to be outright stabbed was not a feeling Kim was too familiar with nor did she plan on experiencing that level of pain. She had been shot, but a knife is slower, sharper, more methodical. It would be best to avoid his weapons outright.
"You didn't need to do that" Kim would pridefully say to Jagaimo, though a grin would crawl across her face as she did. "Though since you did, I do have to say... You are one hell of a warrior if you can just take something like that without even flinching. I'm not surprised, though. Like you two said, Saiyans are a whole other breed of fighter." With this final sentence, Kim's arms would lash out to the side, burn marks lining the nearby walls of the adjacent buildings as she had drug the burning draconic shapes across the stonework and the dusty ground. Each ripple hissing with a snake-like snarl, before her own assault would start. Her first step forward being angled, skipping across the sand past Jagaimo as she slid past her elegantly with her eyes trained on the blue, now red, alien. The thin lavender mist coming from her iris as she started her twisting motion, spinning in place as she got closer to the Heran and loosing the chains of the ki whips. With one fluid motion, she would attempt to slam the opened jaws of the ethereal dragons forward into the enemy alien. If her hopes were to come to fruition, the burning sensation of the forceful assault should at least show the monstrous being what exactly she is capable of, even if it wasn't as much as he could output. All of her strength and might going into this hit, her voice was silent, her movements unique and coordinated, everything planned down to the last movement. She had to give it all for this. All she's got.
With one last look to Jagaimo as she would move in for the kill, she would yell one final sentence to her before the actual strike would occur.
"Oh hell yeah, no more playing around. Hutong Art: FIRST BLOOD"
Kim's Power Level: 66,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Kim is impressed by Jagaimo's defensive, and emboldened to fight more violently Kim uses her momentum and boosts the power of her next technique by 10%! Kim uses First Blood on Sprite for 120% of 66,000 for 79,200PLin DMG!
Offensive Heavy || First Blood
Attacking from either a distance or up-close with her Hutong Whips, Kim strikes at the opponent with heavy and intense swipes and slashes. Power:110% KP Cost:6 KP Variants:N/A
Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on May 27, 2023 20:35:25 GMT -5
Sprite’s dancing blitz was intercepted by the onlooker Sprite had noticed earlier and his rage grew. The Big Chief had a target, that target must be met, it was custom, this onlooker would have to be punished. But first, this put a different set of rules upon the battle, things had gone wild.
The red beast of a hulk took a step back and then realized the original assailant was coming his way with a full on assault. Whips of ki energy slashed and ravaged all around the hulk and Sprite was tortured. It wasn’t often that Big Chief was unready for any attack, there was no excuse, the battlefield was wild and nothing was expected.
Sprite was thrown back, blood drained from his body all around bathing the filthy street. He held his sides, his arms and his face all after the other from the many cuts and wounds all over his body. Sprite pushed off the ground with his large fist and looked at his two opponents. Steam poured from his nostrils and onto his tusks where it leaked off onto the ground along with his pool of blood.
“Za.. za… za…” The hulking red monster breathed heavily.
“Big Chief… big problem… assassinate Chieftain Sin’Lair… dirty assassins… we must… chant… the spirits command it.” Sprite said under his breath as he reach into his back pocket amongst his war-dress.
Sprite pulled out a pouch of herbs and essences and stuffed his nose into it immediately. As he pulled his head from it he inhaled deeply and stared into the sky. His dark red skin was covered in his own blood that left it a darker purple, his hair was doused in it similarly. Then the hulk began to sway side to side in rhythmic motion, then his stride expanded further and further until he was in a full dance routine from the Sin’Lairi tribe.
Sprite: 96,000PL Sprite is Using Thirst For Battle Sprite is Using Max Power
4/6 KP +2 (No Tech) 3/6 MP +1 (Post + Max Power/Thirst for Battle) 75/250% HP -75%DMG (First Blood - Kim)
The blades stung like the Hells as they sunk into her flesh again and again, leaving the blood dripping from her arms but despite her age the young Saiyan had learned long ago that reacting to every instance of pain was simply a way to invite more. She wasn’t immune to it by any means but she had grown used to feeling it and could control herself to a greater degree than many weaker fighters she had met. It wasn’t a unique skill, she’d seen warriors shrug off blows that should have cracked mountains with barely a grunt…so taking a few cuts to the limbs wasn’t going to kill her. Not just yet anyway. Jagaimo grunted when Kim spoke to her, the sound at odds to the petite woman’s frame, rougher than would have been expected,
“I didn’t need to, true…I wanted to…can’t have any Herans thinking a Saiyan is gonna back down from a challenge…even a vague one like our tusky friend here was issuing.”
It wasn’t just the Heran. The woman was raw…probably like she’d been only a year or two ago and despite the way she carried herself, with a military bearing she wasn’t at the same level as the Heran just yet, but with work she could be. She had discipline, it was clear, but she just lacked power…and Jagaimo had seen too many promising warriors end their lives early on a battlefield because they refused to ask for help. She was here and now, and she could help when it mattered.
Although as she watched the Earthling power through and unleash her own bloody attack against the red offworlder she had to give a grin. She hadn’t been wrong about the potential…she just needed them both to stay alive long enough to unleash it. The precision of the assault was truly a delight to watch but the Heran seemed to only to be stalled for a moment even with the blood seeping from the many wounds it had just sustained. The liquid stained the sand of the streets, not enough to kill but certainly enough to make any normal opponent think twice now about the fight they were in.
Jagaimo shifted her feet, hand loosening the traveling clasp at her neck, letting the old cloak fall away. She was dressed simply, a loose vest on her torso and what looked like old worn jeans, a pair of Saiyan combat boots completing the look. Her hair was a ratty mess that hung almost to her waist down her back, the vest leaving her shoulders and arms bare. There wasn’t an ounce of fat visible on the young Saiyan’s frame.
She leapt forwards as the red Heran began to sway in some rhythmic dance…whatever they were doing she wasn’t going to give them the chance to finish or catch their breath. Now the fight was joined she would test the chieftains resolve…
Jagaimo rushes in with Testing the Waters (1KP, 20% + 1-% Restrained Might) 15300 (16%) VS Sprite
Thread PL: 51,000
KP: 4/6 -> 3/6 MP: 2/6 -> 4/6 Dmg: 63/270%
WC: 500 TWC: 3690 Posts: 6
Last Edit: May 30, 2023 19:06:05 GMT -5 by Jagaimo
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Word Count: 479 Total Word Count: 4,303 Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Deep breaths would escape Kim's mouth as she braced herself from the landing of her attack, seeing her opponent become a fountain of blood... Yet it felt like he barely felt the pain! These aliens really were an amazing set of species, if not morbidly terrifying for the woman. Her experience with aliens was becoming far more clean as to how hard she will have to work to keep up with these dangerous creatures that roam the universe.
Watching the recoiled damage from Sprite was interesting, but what confused Kim was his seemingly cultural dance. Inhaling something and starting to get down in the middle of a fight was an honestly odd thing to do. Considering how he stuck his face into the bag and started acting erratic, she only assumed it was some kind of narcotic, but even then she didn't see the purpose of it. '...Doing drugs in the middle of a fight? What even is space anymore?'
"Ha... Ha... Yeah, that makes sense" She would finally retort to Jagaimo as she attempted to catch her breath, the draconic apparitions returning to her palms to recoup and wrap around her arms awaiting further use. Kim was feeling far too tired to immediately go into another attack. This last one had taken everything out of her to even get some damage in on their opponent, and even then it felt like a lost cause of an attack. As she was thinking this, she saw Jagaimo leap forward into the line of combat right at the dancing Heran, clearly intent on laying into the being some more and keep the pain train rolling. Kim didn't know what to do, unable to really continue the fight, but she needed to help in some way or another. Suddenly, the thought hit her. She knew what to do.
"HEY, BELL PEPPER" Kim would yell at Sprite as she would run around to the side of the fight before rushing towards him from a second angle, gripping her fist getting ready to throw a basic, unpowered punch. Anything to try and help distract the alien so Jagaimo could get a good hit or two in. "Did I hit you too hard? Let's not stop dancing" With this, she would swing on the beast herself, the sluggishness of her strikes obvious, easy to avoid to grab, but she was less worried about making her hits.
'I will attempt to distract him as best as I can while I recharge my Hutong mist. With all luck, we can end this quickly and efficiently.' Kim would attempt to speak to Jagaimo using her telepathy, keeping their combative knowledge between the two and hopefully gain an advantage. 'If all goes well, I might have another First Blood in me'
Kim's Power Level: 66,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Kim is exhausted and recharging her Ki from the First Blood strike Kim uses [UT] Galactic Telepathy to try and talk to Jagaimo Kim is throwing non-Ki powered punches at Sprite KP: 2/6 +2 MP: 2/6 +1 HP:46%/250%
Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on Jun 1, 2023 21:06:25 GMT -5
“OOOOOOOOO!!!” Sprite slammed his fists into the ground and prepared for the oncoming joint attack.
Sprite knew what needed to be done. It had been long since he was outnumbered, being The Big Chief came with its perks, too many to his liking, but here he stood. The life of a Sin’Lairi was violent, similar to that of a Heran, but even more primal, maybe even rivaling the mighty Saiyan. Though at this time The Big Chief had little time to reminisce and so his next moves would flow like drama on the dance floor.
The Saiyan was first, she was stronger and sneaky. Sprite thought this whole affair to be one entire setup, how else would he have been lured into the street, attempted poisoning and now an ambush. Sprite’s eyes still peered over to the other baldish Saiyan that had been conversing with this one as he exited the bar. The Saiyan’s strike hit directly and pushed the giant some distance back.
Sprite bounced back on his heels as he would have even if the attack hadn’t stuck, right in rhythm with his ritual dance. Then came the other, the weak one, the whipper, the poisoner, the assassin came at Sprite with bare fists, he fell back on his palms and dodged them with backward moonsault. As he landed on his feet he threw himself forward in a mid air somersault that sped faster and faster until Sprite’s entire body was a whirling buzzsaw.
The saw threw itself directly at the earthling, its blades of ki that covered its edge looked spiny and wild. The street pavement below Sprite would split and explode as he zipped by and into the girl.
Sprite is Using Thirst For Battle Sprite is Using Max Power Sprite Took 16% DMG from Jagaimo’s Testing the Waters Attack Sprite Used Raw Talent (½) Sprite Used The Sin’Lair Buzzsaw 50% +10% Max Power +Vampiric for -57,600DMG at Kimono
Standard Medium Offensive || The Sin’Lair Buzzsaw Sprite somersaults and starts to spin like a giant wheel. Over time Sprite turns into a sharp ki buzzsaw that spins faster and faster until it hits its target. Power: 50% Cost: 4KP Variant: Piercing
RAW TALENT Twice per thread, when using a Non-Heavy Standard technique, you may gain an additional 1 MP.
VAMPIRIC Once per thread, you may designate a Standard Attack as ‘Vampiric.’ If this attack deals any damage, you choose to recover 1 KP or 10% HP.
1/6 KP -3 (-4 Tech +1 Vampiric ) 5/6 MP +2 (Post + Raw Talent + Max Power/Thirst for Battle) 91/250% HP -16%DMG (Testing the Waters - Jagaimo) Raw Talent ½ Vampiric 1/1
Jagaimo grumbled under her breath as the Heran rolled with the impact of her attacks and danced backwards on his heels, opening up the duatnmce between them as he continued his strange swaying motions despite the battle going on around him. She likened it to some kind of dance she had seen a few other races perform when displaying prowess before a fight or contest...a boast of sorts to try and disuade the opponent from engaging but this seemed to be more function over pure form, the moves somehow incorporated into a style of fighting she'd not witnessed before. She didn't like it but een she was starting to admit it seemed to be effective. She still didn't care for the Heran but she could appreciate the power on display.
The young Saiyan just nodded her head a little as Kim's words got through to her, pulling a growl from the back of her throat when she realised the womans lips hadn't even moved to broadcast the message to her. The intrusion into her thoughts...she understood how such a skill could be useful but the thought that someone could speak through to her with no warning was slightly disconcerting.When this was over the young fighter figured she'd probably need to look into some way to stop this kind of unwanted intrusion but for now she had more pressing matters to attend to. The Earthling seemed to have a plan and had decided to share it with Jagaimo...it was a reasonable stratergy but so far even working together they hadn't been able to really even slow the steaming red alien down.
When the Heran danced backwards onto his hands under Kim's surging strikes he didn't stay on the backfoot for long. The former Saiyan soldier watched the angry tuskfaced Heran explode into the air above them and curl himself into a ball, rotating like a childs toy until he was a blur of spikes and limbs, crashing down into the Earthling with an impressive force. Jagaimo followed his movements as best she could, tracking what she could with her eyes and using her own senses to figure out where he had ended his assault against the Earthling before launching into a barrage of heavy Ki enforced blows at the moment the big fighter landed...
Jagaimo uses Swinging For The Fences (2KP, 40% + 10% Restrained Might) 25500 DMG (27%) Vs Sprite.
Post by LCDR Kimono on Jun 8, 2023 21:16:28 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Word Count: 571 Total Word Count: 4,874 Text Hex: d40000, b600de
Feeling the full might of Sprite's impact into her, Kim barely had a chance to see what Jagaimo was initially planning alongside them. The sharp and spined attack from Sprite going directly into her center mass lifted the Earthling woman from her feet, throwing her violently multiple feet through the street and right into another side of a building. Her body slamming into and through the thick stone wall and into the parlor of what appeared to be a barber shop, Kim's mind raced as her eyes saw sparks of light flashes. He hit her HARD, and she could feel every inch of the pain. She could feel the newly opened wounds all over her body. Thin streams of surface breaks allowed blood to drip from her head down her face, while multiple shrapnel hits to her back opened old scars that bled lightly across the ground. Anyone looking at her would think she was far more damaged than she really was. Her uniform was stained a damp crimson all along the chest and back, while her hair and face was alight with smeared stains of ichor as she wiped some from her eye. Finally, something she did not catch immediately, was the thin boney piece that tore through her uniform right at lower chest level, a single rip fragment broken off and embedded in her skin, like a knife stuck in a wound. The fragment large, sharp, and dripping it's own ooze.
As she tried to rise to her feet from the crash, a mouthful of blood rocketed out from her mouth onto the floor of the salon while Saiyan on lookers gawked with a mixture of confusion, excitement, and cheers as they watched the street brawl break through into their every day life. Kim, hearing the loud sounds to her sensitive hearing, collapsed back to her knees in agony from the massive overexposure to the sounds and lights.
'Ah... shit... I think I might have a concussion' She would think to herself, one hand rubbing her head as she struggled back to her feet, wobbling to the massive hole in the wall her rag dolled body left behind, looking out and seeing Jagaimo's continued attacks against the heran menace they'd been fighting. Kim couldn't help but hold her lower chest, the feeling of what she assumed was a fractured rib right where he had been shot previously on deployment, she could feel mild surface bleeding from an open wound where he rib partially broke the skin, exposed to the air and elements. "GAH, fuck... We need to make this fight quick, I'm not sure how much more I have in me..." She would yell out loud, gripping her wounded chest with her left off hand and felt the pulsating of the Hutong Mist reform her whip in her free right hand. Even as a thin stream of blood dripped down her face over her eye, she still kept her focus and vision on Sprite, intent on killing the monster if this kept up. Even if she was seriously injured after all of this, she was not leaving the only person with an injury. "Keep up the fight!" She would yell in encouragement to Jagaimo as she tried to clamber over the hole in the wall, returning to the scene of combat.
Kim's Power Level: 66,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Kim was DECIMATED by the Sin'Clair Buzzsaw by Sprite for 87% DMG, bringing her to 133% bodily damage. She is HURTING. Kim struggles to recover physically in her cover.
Post by Chieftain Sprite Sin'Lair on Jun 8, 2023 21:44:31 GMT -5
Sprite landed upon his feet as the spinning attack hit the small human and sent her flying beyond into pain and mess. He bounced side to side as he watched her recover from the rubble of the building grasping her ribs, Sprite could smell the blood in the air. His nose searched for it in the air, his hair flew about wildly as he tossed his head side to side to soak up all of its irony goodness.
“OOOOOOO!” Sprite cheered out.
As he was distracted, the wild one took a huge strike from the Saiyan straight to his face. The blow sent The Big Chief flying backwards and into the street, Sprite skidded across the road along his back until he flowed backwards and landed upon his knees. As he collected himself the Heran wiped his nose and mouth with his open palm, as he pushed against his nose a large piece of wall plaster fell from it into his hand.
Sprite stood up, his nose cleared, his pain gone, he felt a world's difference from before the Saiyan struck him. Sprite looked ahead towards her and the struggling Human. Sprite stepped forward, but instead of the rampaging beast The Chieftain stepped forward with careful intention.
“Zaaaaaa! You fix me nose monkey girl! Zaaaaa!!! Very good, very good za! The Chieftain thanks you.” Sprite bowed to Jagaimo with great respect after shouting from afar.
“Za, I am Big, Big Chieftain Sprite of The Sin’Lairi tribe! Who be you monkey?” Sprite walked towards Jagaimo, yelling loudly as he did and ignoring the bloody human.
Sprite is Using Thirst For Battle Sprite is Using Max Power Sprite Took -26%DMG from Jagaimo’s Swinging For The Fences Sprite Thanked Jagaimo
3/6 KP +2 (No Tech) 6/6 MP +1 (Post + Max Power/Thirst for Battle) 117/250% HP -26%DMG (Swinging For The Fences - Jagaimo) Raw Talent ½ Vampiric 1/1
With her opponent distracted there had been no way for him to defend himself and it showed in the result her blow achieved.
Jagaimo had empowered her limbs, infusing her whole body with Ki to stop anything from breaking with the increased impact and the result had been impressive. Her target had taken the strike to its face as she almost toppled herself leaning into the attack while the Heran was leaning over the wounded human. She was wounded enough that the young Saiyan could see the blood running from numerous gashes and cuts in her uniform but not so much that the iron tang of it filled the air...not to her senses anyway. She'd been in battles before where every breath you took was filled with the scent of death and the sickly taste of blood on the tongue, a taste that lingered for days...there was nothing quite like the aftermath of a slaughter...this wasn't one yet and wasn't going to be one if she could do anything about it. Jagaimo nodded slightly when the Earth fighter had shouted out, calling as they scrambled slowly from the whole they had made in the nearby barbers...they looked rough it had to be said but determination still shone brightly in her eyes and it made the young Saiyan chuckle quietly to herself...maybe she'd got it wrong, maybe this wasn't an Earthling but another alien that looked like one? None of the Earthlings she'd met in her trip were as tough as the display this one was putting on.
"Quick? Are you trying to ruin all the fun?"
She gave a short laugh and grinned. She wasn't perfectly healthy herself but she wasn't alone in her stubbornness to ignore injuries. She hadn't met a Saiyan yet that would consider themseoves out of the fight with a few scratches.
"You see your shot you take it, don't worry about me, don't hold back."
She paused when the Heran stood and tossed the discarded plaster away that had fallen from its nose Jagaimo could see the change in him, those nostrils flaring, even a smile...maybe a smile...spreading across his alien features. Her blow and driven him across the street, and even though it had the force behind it to flatten a building the red steaming offworlder had shrugged it off without to much effort when he rose to his feet again. He wasn't completely unscathed, there were nicks and cuts she could see even from here, nothing that would kill him but things were slowly stacking up...If he kept pushing she'd have no choice but to change to compete, something she was was hoping that it wouldn't come to. The two of them should have been enough to put the tribal alien down but they weren't a team, they were strangers and had no idea how the other fought...but the Earthling had opened up quickly to try and get them working on the same page...Definetly military Jagaimo decided. The Heran...she'd check the bullitins later but he didn't seem to just be the run of the mill pirate, they didn't usually hang out in the Radditsu District if they knew what was good for them. It was just asking for a beating.
Her body had been poised to follow up, fists clenched and muscled primed to drive her back into the fight when the big guy started yelling across the street thanking her for something, fixing his nose? Was there something wrong with it in the first place? I mean to the young woman it looked huge and crooked anyway but maybe the plaster had been lodged...wait Monkey?
The young fighters knuckles cracked as her fists tightened, eyes flickering with a red glow behind the brown as the chains inside rattled, the beast fighting against its bonds at the mention of that word...He bowed?! The damn Heran bowed to her in thanks along with his shouting...ah Sprite...a name at last...oh for Kai's sake! The veins in the side of her neck bulged, temples throbbing as Jagaimo tried to push down her sudden hatred of this alien, the glow behind her eyes brighterm throat tight...
Its just a word...
jagaimo took a few deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm and slow her racing heart, watching her opponent walk slowly towards her...pushing back down the sudden urge to pull his head from his shoulders...keeping herself under control for now...the District didn't need the damage a change would bring right now...
"Never heard of 'em big guy...sounds like your a long way from home though...But since we're taking the moment and being polite...You can call me Jagaimo..."
The desire to grind the Heran into the dust was still there but she kept a lid on it...for now...no one needed to die today...She looked over to Sprite and his injuries, waving a finger between her and him...
"So we still doing this? Or has this tribal honour itch of yours been scratched?"
Thread PL: 51,000
KP: 1/6 -> 3/6 MP: 4/6 -> 6/6 Dmg: 63/270%
WC: 840 TWC: 4920 Posts: 8
Last Edit: Jun 11, 2023 18:37:57 GMT -5 by Jagaimo
Post by LCDR Kimono on Jun 12, 2023 22:33:36 GMT -5
Power Level: 22,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Word Count: 277 Total Word Count: 5,151 Text Hex: d40000, b600de
While Kim was trying to recover as best as she could from the fight, all she could do was hold onto the hope that Jagaimo was able to fight on and continue to hold back to the red devil that was the heran threat. Kim's own hutong mist noticeably growing once more, almost ready for either yet another massive attack, or if she needed, more methodical attacks on her opponent. It was with the fight's growing intensity that Kim decided it was best to stay back, at least until she could prove far far more useful to her new friend.
'W-what did that guy mean by fixing his nose...' Kim would think to herself, watching and listening to the two converse as she struggled her way back to the fight, off to the side to watch for a moment as she channeled her Ki and magical essence into producing more of her signature mist. The purple ethereal power emitting from her body. 'So... His name is Sprite then. And apparently he's a chieftain of some kind of tribe. Space really is weird' She'd continue to think to herself, neglecting her immediately worries to focus on the battle. Wounds could be dealt with once she was assured of his loss or their failure. She hoped it would be the former, not the latter.
"Sin'Lairi Tribe, huh? What planet does that come from?" Kim would ask curiously, genuinely wondering what part of the galaxy that tribe comes from. "I can't say I've heard of any spacefaring tribal species since leaving Earth."
Kim's Power Level: 66,000 (Antisense DEACTIVATED) Kim is staying off to the side of the fight cheering on Jagaimo! Kim asked Sprite where he comes from to continue distracting him.