Unintended Consequences [OPEN]

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!"

Jagaimo smirked.

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?"

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.

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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"

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.

“Together then…”

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…

“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.

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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.

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?"