Flying Too Close (Open)

Jackie had succeeded in making the super saiyan back off with a final hit. Her legs stay buckled in her kneel as her squinted eyes peer past the shadow at Lottus. he had the entire super saiyan transformation smacked out of him. The last drawing strikes the phantom laid into her during the fact and throws her head around as she was helpless. Yet... she kept burning. Her bloody mouth spits out some of that reward for her sheer resilience while she stares down at his hardly cooperative body. He was still enjoying this far more than he had a right to.

"You... Knew?"
She lowered her one-armed guard and sat back on her good leg, showing her teeth as she rested on herself here. She couldn't exactly chase him for a swift finish, or to drag his ass into the exosphere. She'd have to be content knowing she could match the fury of a Super Saiyan. "Begone! Next time you ring, I'll burn so bright, there will be no shadows to form. No middle men, no lackeys to discard!" She growled and spat again up at the visage of Lottus's malice, the Phantom sending his regards with that wired demonic grin. There he went, vanishing alongside the saiyan that had stopped her just moments again.

With his presence leaving the area, the land was left quiet. A cool wind coming by to rush into the space the heat of battle left for it. It stung against her exposed skin and wounds. At least the sun still felt nice as she basked in her sit. She'd remain like that for some time before sensing that tingling start to reappear along her body. Wounds and cuts start burning away again. While exhausting to do on the fly, her body was given the moment to bake and recoup. She was able to stand again, her leg set again on its own without her even noticing.

Her eyes trail over a brief moment to the crazy man who had at least helped shoot the saiyan once or twice. Or herself. She couldn't remember in her clouded vision. Stepping over his crater, she'd extend a warm hand over to him. Orange ki radiating from it over onto the Tuffle. This same tingling, soft burning would be transferred over to the tuffle as an attempt to heal some of his wounds. Something she'd do for the other person here was there anything left of her really.

"HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
She takes off, away from the smoking battlefield, to continue on her crusade. It'd start with arresting and apprehending criminals at a breakneck pace... But it may come to something more extreme soon.

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