Thread PL: 5,000 Amara touched down upon the flatlands of rocky grass below, huffing and glancing around to ensure that the entire area was truly deserted. Her goal to drag Beowulf over to more a secluded spot to test shit out seemed to have been a success, with her current location being at the north-eastern most edge of the southern part of Earth. ...A bit confusing when it was said like that. Hopefully the martial artist would be able to trial her Ki signature all the way to her current location given that Amara had barked a few orders and flown off. It'd be a tad embarrassing to both parties if the guy had lost her mid flight. A simmer edge anger still bubbled someone deep within the Saiyan, and Amara fought to keep it down. What she needed right now as not to lash out against the world, and instead take whatever cruel hand she'd been dealt and roll with the punches that way. When in his big shaggy form Beowulf far outclassed her in every way, so Amara wasn't too sure how much use she'd even be as a sparring partner to him. Let alone her current Ki deficiency.
Beowulf had managed to follow Amara's ki signature all the way to a lone spot in the south. They had planned to fight after he managed to cool off from his transformation. The form had left a strange side effect on his body. Some of the beast's power had been retained in his base form. The young warrior felt stronger than ever, capable of defeating any foe who stood in his way. He knew the saiyan who tutored him only a short time ago was pretty strong herself, so hopefully it would be a good match, and some of her power would return as well.
He would manage to touch down a few meters away from the woman, and ask "How was the fight," in a slightly joking manner. His white aura had still not vanished from flying just moments ago. His human form was beginning to struggle to hold in so much power. thankfully, the wolf had been the vessel he needed all along. The gab between Amara and himself was significant, but not impossibly large. "Well, you suggested we spar to bring back your strength. I won't use my other form, unless you make a power ball of course, then I don't really have a choice... Anyway, I'll let you make the first move. Hit me with your best shot."
He would enter a wide fighting stance, preparing for the worst.
"Cold, windy, and fucking sucky," Amara deadpanned, adjusting her gloves to better fit on her hands. She'd need all the protection she could get when going up against a strong fighter like this. "I could probably try and go all-out. It'd bring me close enough to your somehow improved power from before - like damn that was fast - so we'll be able to fight more evenly." Amara grunted, preparations complete as her partner suggested they jump right into it, giving Amara the grace of taking the first shot. Reluctantly she took a soldier's stance - one not as graceful as one taught by martial artist schools, but still fatally practical all the same. "I'll be honest with you, furry guy. I can guarantee that you won't really be impressed by what I have to show you." With a calm breath, her inner Ki surged slightly with no noticeable exterior changes, Amara's power rapidly rising until it started to crawl closer to Beowulf's. Without another word of warning, she'd rocket forward to deliver a sharp punch directly under the man's jaw, looking to start off the fight with a serious attack first and foremost just so both fighters could get a proper gauge on the situation.
Beowulf was happy to see Amara being so agreeable when it came to their fight, though he was a bit saddened when she mentioned he would be unimpressed. Sure, maybe she wasn't as strong as before, but her strength was somewhat close to his own. It also looked like she would be taking his advice, and started the fight off as soon as possible. Her fist would meet his face without a guard, a loud poping sound could be heard throughout the forest as it impacted the young man's face. Despite this, Beowulf had managed to stand his ground, taking the hit, but not flinching too much. The blow was painful, but not devastatingly so.
He would rub his cheek for a moment before responding "To be honest I expected less." Again, joking about her previous remark. He would then raise his own arm in response, attempting to return the punch she dealt to him. The young man would then follow this blow with a series of jabs and hooks thrown with both arms. With any luck, he would manage to overwhelm her in the barrage, or maybe bring out some of her lost power. "Come one now! Keep it up!"
Amara internally sighed as her first punch did little more than snap his head up a bit, forcing a grin at his jab. "Well as they say waste the best for first," Before bracing herself as Beowulf fell into a counter. Unlike the Saiyan's single powerful strike, his force was spread evenly in rapidly in a flurry of punches and blows which Amara found herself hard-pressed to keep up with. It was a bit clear that Beowulf had openly taken her punch just to see how much power was behind it, but the Saiyan wouldn't give her opponent the luxury of a free attack as well. "If there's one advantage to being short," She panted in-between blocking strings of attacks, "It's THIS!" Amara would suddenly crouch low, aiming a powerful straight kick right at Beowulf's shin in an attempt to unbalance him both from surprise and the sheer force behind it. Unlike the martial artist, Amara didn't fight in rapid movements. All of her attacks that mattered were concentrated into sudden unpredictable strikes, and even without much Ki behind them they still could hurt like hell. "You're getting stronger but you need to put that strength into practice. Yadda yadda, something about not forgetting whatever your master taught you."
Beowulf's combination of blows were going off without a hitch until the woman had managed to duck and strike one of his shins. The blow was quite painful and would send him stumbling back a bit, but before he could fall to the ground he would plant both hands forward to enter a headstand. After that, he would push himself upward and back to his feet. Fancy moves like that were the benefits kung fu offered, though Amara proved to be deadly and strategic in her own right. "Heh, nice punch, didn't even notice how short you were until then..."
With that remark he would run directly at her, but jump mid air as he did. The young man would attempt to land a flying kick, and would follow it up by pressing forward with more kicks should the first manage to succeed. One thing he wondered about was Amara's use of energy, did she lack the ability to fire ki attacks? If this fight started getting more serious she would have to come up with something like that. In the meantime however, he would simply continue on the offensive, regardless of how well the saiyaness managed to block or avoid each strike.
"Got some real fancy moves there, don't you," She'd grumble a bit, a bit miffed that he hadn't plummeted butt-first into the ground. Since when did students get taught how to do fall-catching handstand backflips in school? "Good choice of words by the way." Amara added sagely. Her own talk about height was mainly to see what he'd have to say after, and lucky for Beowulf he chose correctly. She'd fall back into stance as he surged forth again, expecting a forward attack but a bit surprised to see him leap up into the air... giving Amara plenty of time to see exactly what was coming. She simply rolled clear of the kick, lashing out with her own leg in a sweeping motion before using the momentum to spring to her feet, ready for any sorts of tricks or counters Beowulf would try to throw at her. At some point, it was inevitable that Ki blasts would start getting mixed into the fight... from Beowulf's side at least. Amara physically couldn't match that for now, so the best she'd get when it came around to it was dodging like her life depended on it. It was still so frustrating to fight basically like a cripple.
It seemed Amara managed to move away from his kick in the nick of time, but she wouldn't be able to resist his various attacks for much longer. Beowulf would make a slight jump to leap over the woman's legs as she attempted to sweep, thankfully clearing them before it was too late. Their fight at this point had become a dance of sorts, so it was time to mix things up a little. He hadn't seen the woman use any sort of energy attacks yet, so hitting her with something basic might be alright.
He would begin throwing one hand forward after another launching ki blast after ki blast towards Amara's legs. Can't fight if you can't stand after all. Though he very much wanted to win their bout, he would continue to remind himself of it's importance. Their spar was to bring back her lost power, not to simply beat her down. At the same time however, would something like this bring out her missing power? he was unsure, but felt it was the best tactical move for the time being. "You've made some pretty good physical moves so far Amara. Hit me with your ki, or try to at least."
The dance of dodging drew to a sudden close as Beowulf broke off, gaining a bit of distance before suddenly deciding to unleash his own Pandora's box in the form of a Ki blast barrage. Granted it didn't have much power behind it, but trying to combat a Ki user when all she had was her fists was a bit frustrating. Though his plan would be cut a bit short as she simply levitated a bit above the site of impact, clearing herself from the blast zone with a burst of flight as she dropped it shortly after to conserve energy. A sudden idea sprung to mind as she hit the rocky ground, hand digging into the earth to pull out a hefty stone. Without warning she'd chuck it as hard as she could straight at Beowulf's chest, hoping to catch him off guard with the completely unsensible attack. "That'll be an issue, bub," She called out shortly after tossing the stone. "Part of my issue is... not being able to harness Ki like that at all." It was an extreme weakness to be admitting to in the middle of a fight, but Amara was at her wit's end when it came to trying to figure out the root cause.
Things took a turn for the unexpected as a rock was sent Beowulf's way. The large stone was flung with enough force to send him stumbling back a few paces and leave a decent mark on his chest, but he was still standing. It was certainly an interesting counter to his ki blasts, a tactical move rather than a practical one. This thought was revealed to be false however, as the woman would admit she lacked the ability to use ki. Now this was a serious weakness, not only in her battle against him, but against the forces of evil who ailed her. "Y-you can't? I'm sorry, I hadn't realized the issue ran that deep... Must have been on hell of a crash in that case."
The young man would stroke his chin in thought for a moment, how could they jog her ability to use ki? She did manage to fly there, that required ki, not as much as energy blasts, but it was a start. "Maybe that's what we should focus on then... If you want to stand a chance against an opponent stronger than you, you'll need to get your arsenal of ki attacks back. I'm not sure our match can fix that, but I do have an idea..."
He would give her a moment to cool off, seeing as the woman was still quite worked up from their fight. "Earlier I mentioned I was on a trip to the south in search of a martial arts school... Hare School to be exact. If anyone could teach you how to get your power back, it would be the master there. I know you'll probably refuse, but it might be your only hope..." He said this grimly, but hoped the saiyan would oblige him.
At least her gimmick of tossing actual physical shit had worked. It seemed to be a bit of a dirty trick, but Amara was desperate for some way to try and react to actual ranged Ki attacks. Damnit, she should be ABOVE such petty tactics, not resorting to using them. That kind of battle plan was reserved for Tuffle soldiers, not Saiyan warriors. "Don't worry about it," She snapped, sounding a bit harsher than she had originally intended. "I'm not... I'm not crippled. Train as you'd train normally." It was an infuriating thought to even possibly consider that Amara was crippled in some capacity. No matter how you diced it, a veteran warrior suddenly losing access to their ability to channel Ki wasn't normal. Still though, she couldn't let that minute fact dictate the rest of her life.
It would come back. It would HAVE to come back. All she had to do was train more. Beowulf's words along with his posture signaled an impromptu end to their spar. Amara's fists balled up a bit, the Saiyan biting back her anger as she resigned herself to listening to his suggestion instead. "You want me to go to an Earthling martial artist in hopes that they can help somehow?" It sounded farfetched, and for one primary reason: "I don't exactly see how that'll accomplish much. No offense to your ambitions, but I'm not someone trying to learn Ki control - I KNOW Ki control. I just can't fucking manifest it for the life of me."
Amara seemed to get the wrong idea about what he was suggesting, and was pretty aggressive about the issue all around. She wanted to get back the power herself and on her own terms. It was a noble goal, though a difficult one. She said he should fight as normal, but then she wouldn't be fighting like normal, she would be handicapped. He would try to explain himself "I'm not saying 'teach' alright! We're talking a person older than both our ages combined who's been using ki for years! I'm not trying to say she can teach you control, but maybe administer some kind of 'physical therapy' that could help. Maybe they could discover the primary source of the blockage, or even tell you how to fix it. That's all I'm suggesting. And frankly, I think it's the best bet you've got, because this..."
With both hands he would fire a large white energy wave towards the woman, hoping to knock her down a peg. "...Isn't Working." He would give a sigh before finally coming to the realization that something was different about this woman. She hand more determination than most other fighters, and he would have to give her that. She was simply too prideful of her heritage to accept help, as far as he could tell...
Though his words held some merit the Saiyan couldn't help but feel a bubble of frustration at them. Even as the blast came towards her, Amara stood her ground and bit back the pain as the energy crashed into her body. It hurt like hell but didn't leave much of a mark, Amara's Ki spiking from the briefest of moments before fading away once more. "I shouldn't need outside help," Her words were laced with a mixture of anger and sadness in equal parts, the woman turning her back to Beowulf and delivering a powerful punch to the ground, creating a miniature crater along the way. "I am a Saiyan WARRIOR damnit! Not some two-bit aspirant to strength that should need someone else to finally unfuck her power enough to be worth a damn again! Working myself towards my OWN power has been my life's goal, and that got taken away from me." A bitter tinge dripped from her last sentence, and it was clear that Amara still harbored great deals of anger towards her entire situation. "I shouldn't... need to chuck rocks at people. I shouldn't need to fight without the strength of an Oozaru. I shouldn't... need someone else to dig me out of this rut."
Amara's body shuddered, the woman allowing herself to fall lightly to the Earth below as the actual damage of Beowulf's beam caught up to her. It wasn't entirely debilitating but her rage subsiding had truly let the pain flood in. "And what happens if your prospective master can't help at all? What happens when I swallow my longstanding pride to let someone else use an invasive method to draw out power again only for it to fail? I swore on my father's grave and mother's unknown name that I'd be the one to become the strongest. That I'd end the war on Vegeta and finally stop these decades of pointless bloodshed. Yet here I am, running away on Earth like a damned coward unable to protect herself."
Beowulf could tell Amara was extremely upset at this point, as her goals in life seemed tarnished at the loss of her strength. He was unaware of the saiyan-tuffle war, but had heard rumors the saiyans had been fighting an ancient foe for some time now. This was what she really wanted, for the bloodshed to stop. Okay, whether she liked it or not, he would help. In a way, he would make her quest his own. The saiyans had protected earth many times in ancient history, so he would be the first earthling to return the favor to them. Amara won't fight this war alone, despite her stubborn saiyan pride... Or was it.
Knowing he would have to be careful with his words, Boewulf thought he was beginning to understand. "They say saiyans are one of the most proud races in the galaxy. They're cocky, arrogant... Well, you've proven them all wrong today. You're not worried about lowering yourself. Hell, you've already lowered yourself by sparing with an earthling. You're not proud, you're afraid of failure... Here's the funny thing about that. You've already failed if you don't even make an attempt."
He would do his best to sound somewhat inspirational. "For a long time, saiyans have managed to keep a large portion of the galaxy safe, as protectors. For perhaps the first time, I'm going to pay back your race for that kindness. We're going to fix you, then we're going to win that damn war. If we want to do that though, we can't fear failure. I know this probably isn't what you want to hear. But I thought you needed to hear it..."
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"...I can't go through with something like that yet." The rage had melted into defeat, Amara picking herself up off the ground. Her eyes wandered around their surroundings, peering off into grand horizons and the vast emptiness of the wastes. "Think of me and what I do as you will, but I'm just not ready to give up on this. You don't just get told your lifelong ambition is impossible and then go about business as per usual." He had mentioned something along the way about Saiyans in general. Tidbits and stories as old as time that seemed to have questionable veracity at best. "To fail is to lose everything. You don't get a second chance in war if you fail. You die a bloody, worthless death on a battlefield along with hundreds of thousands of others who failed too. Failure is an unacceptable concept to true warriors..."
Her fists clenched, flexing and unflexing in minor bouts of stress. "I've heard so much about the war. About our past as a species, about how failure versus the Tuffles would be the end of us. Even now I can't ascertain how much is truth and how much is propaganda put forth by the generations before us. Ultimately if I were to get this strength... I would want to end the war. Not in the Tuffles' extinction. The horrors and desolation of war should never be forced on anyone. I've no idea where you got such stories about us from, Earthling, but at the very least I suppose I can live up to them."