I Am Going To Beat Up Amara [invite]

Thread PL: 5,000 | Energy Suppression: Set to 1 (Ambient Levels)

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"Talk about deja vu," Amara mumbled to herself, once again planted on the sandy northern shore of Papaya Island waiting for another person to come and spar with her. "Maybe I should get a new hobby..." Then again it wasn't like she'd get stronger by not training. She doubted that simply talking to people over long periods of time would increase her power, after all. "Nah." This was her natural environment. Fighting and strength were core tenets of being a proper warrior and Amara would be damned before she gave either one up. Instead of pumping iron, Amara was on the ground in a seemingly endless motion of sit-ups. As much as she'd love to punch harder neglecting her core - and every other part of her body for that matter - would not be a very beneficial plan in the long run. A ways away further down the coast she could sense the approach of Delia. Either the other Saiyan missed her energy or simply touched down upon the first spot she saw. Regardless, Amara would sigh and heave herself up, jogging over to her impromptu partner. Delia's armor had been discarded, the girl in the midst of stretching as Amara emerged from the brush. "Hello again. We ready to get things started soon?"

Amara's face scrunched up a bit as Delia continued on for a bit too long in her routine, waiting patiently despite letting out an inward sigh as the Saiyan wrapped it up. "Well I at least know you're dedicated to this whole thing..." She stretched her own limbs slightly, testing to make sure there'd be no kinks or issues mid-combat. "By the by, you said you're here on vacation isn't that right? Do you plan on going back to your home planet soon?" Amara was careful to avoid naming it, knowing full well that both Plant and Vegeta carried weight in politics just based on which one you said. Delia presumably was aligned with the Saiyans, but Amara had no way of knowing for sure and wished to play it as carefully as possible.

Nodding at Delia's brief explanation, Amara took her own stance. "Standard melee scuffle. Don't aim for the sensitive parts and in your case... the face I guess. Any particular reason why or are you just not feeling like it today?" It was a bit of an odd request to make. Restricting blows to certain parts of the body made sense for spars, but the entire face covered a large area on the head. It essentially made trying to go for anything there impossible. "Well either way I suppose that won't really stop us from sparring."

Amara started off slow, rushing Delia with a low-commital kick aimed at her torso, aiming to backpedal or flip away to gain distance shortly after.

"Yeah with the whole war thing going on over there, right? I hear it's been at a stalemate for decades. You an active fighter or just checking to make sure your original home didn't get blown up?" Delia seemed far more concerned with her fame than fighting on the frontlines as a dirty soldier so perhaps she'd never see her again on the battlefield. Still though, with as much strength as the Saiyan packed it was strange that they weren't fighting in some capacity for the army. "I'm sure that Earth will be a far less interesting place without you around." It wasn't even necessarily sarcasm. Delia was odd to an inane degree but that didn't mean she wasn't entertaining at times.

Amara's probing attack had been blocked mid-speech, the woman's brow raising up a fraction. It wasn't showing off as much as it was just an odd way to fight. "True fans would stick around for the personality and style otherwise, would they not?" Amara backed up a bit, awaiting some sort of counterattack as Delia continued on. "Yeah. I lived in isolation for quite a while but Earth is my home." Flat out lies, but revealing her true nature to what amounted to a sparring partner on their way back to Vegeta after was not a good idea. "As for why I fight-" Copying Delia's moves from before, Amara intercepted the attack and answered the second part of her question: "-getting stronger has always been my life goal. If you hold strength to yourself then nobody else can hold you down."

Amara would lash out with a sudden kick aimed at Delia's knee, keeping a safe distance and trying to test the Saiyan's reactions once more.

"One WOULD think that's there are other, less populated and fortified planets to possibly live on. I guess that the commitment now is one of pride and determination. When you fight the same war for generations, you tend to get the mindset that calling it quits now would be a total loss - but I think that the Saiyans can take a note from Earth. There's a saying here to 'cut your losses' or 'quit while you're ahead'. While I wouldn't really call either side ahead of the other, it will only get worse from here." Though the way Delia flitted about possibly contributing or not was humorous on a surreal level. Amara, as a soldier, should probably be a bit more upset at the way she casually tossed around service. Yet what right had she to speak ill of other Saiyan's thoughts on the conflict.

She was a vagabond coward hiding away on Earth while her people continued to fight. Mid speech her kick connected and Amara looked a tad bit surprised as she had fully expected some kind of response to it. While it was true the two were blabbing far more than usual for a spar, Delia seemed rather concentrated before despite it. "In theory, yeah but it isn't like I'm able to just drop my entire life and go on a tour across the stars to find tougher Aliens to punch." Tensing as Delia prepared some kind of blast, Amara leaped backward just a smidgen enough to dodge any low-blows, though the aim sent the orb into the dirt, to begin with.

"Testing the waters are we?"

"Yeah, I guess." It felt strange to feel such melancholy over the war's potential end in favor of her kin. Yet the thought of the Saiyans finally making a final push to either extradite or eradicate the Tuffles as a whole left a hollow pit in her heart. She wanted the conflict to end but was it too much to ask for a happier ending than forcibly muscling a planet out from under a species that had definitely proven their worth as fighters? Delia didn't seem to really care much either way besides thinking the war was stupid. "Right... well I suppose it was a good test but I'd prefer to know if you were going to mix in Ki attacks or not. It'd change up a bit of my approach to sparring." Unpredictability was something to account for on a battlefield, but Amara was not yet ready to practice for that if she couldn't even efficiently fight Ki users at all. Though normally Amara wouldn't have qualms about traveling the stars, she couldn't exactly tell Delia she was still in hiding from assassins.

"Not everyone is born to just leave behind their homes, friends, and culture in an attempt to get stronger. Sure I'd find more worthy challengers out there but I'd also be away from everything I'd truly ever known." Delia surged forward, and Amara audibly sighed as she went for a sweep. Allowing it to connect, she once again - as had been the case versus countless before her - simply caught herself with flight before fully falling. "That generally won't work unless you follow it up with something like this-" Abruptly interrupting her own words with a straight punch aimed for Delia's chest, Amara hoped to catch the Saiyan off guard.

"Its also a good opportunity for you to train in a style out of your comfort zone," Amara observed mildly, "In a real fight, for whatever reason, using Ki to just blast things from a range may not be an available option. Getting some practice in with close quarters and hand-to-hand can't hurt right?" Her punch had connected but Delia was quick to react, grabbing her outstretched Arm as Amara took a counter kick, huffing a bit and skidding backward in the sand. "You have a very unique fighting style, I'll give you that." It didn't seem necessarily practical for an actual battle, but hey. Whatever worked to keep her alive was none of Amara's business. "I suppose you have a point about short travel trips, but at the same time even those can add up quickly. How much time am I or others like me willing to spend off-planet doing Kami knows what for days or weeks on end only to come back for a pitstop?"

The woman shrugged, taking a deep breath to replace the air she'd lost from both her mini-speech and the kick she'd received. Delia was still concerned about her face being perfectly intact, and a very small part of Amara wondered what she'd actually do if she got a hit there. Rushing her, Amara wound up a telegraphed punch as if to let it fly directly into Delia's face, switching course last second and attempting to slide low. Her arms reached out to grab the other Saiyan's legs, hoping to pick her up and summarily slam her back down into the sand with mighty force.

Amara was still a bit off-put by Delia's exact mannerisms when it came to even talking, but at least it seemed like the other Saiyan agreed with her when it came to training like this. Made it a bit more likely that she'd continue fighting with her fists and not whip out a surprise blast of Ki or something again. Speaking of surprises, while Ki was off the table Amara's own gambit had paid off. The bait to aim towards her face had worked and Delia was summarily slammed into the sand. Amara had released her foe at this point, opting to raise her hands in a defensive motion in preparation for any sort of tricks the other Saiyan would pull in return.

The sand attack wasn't entirely unexpected given Amara had done the same exact thing to Derry not too long ago, but despite that, a small amount of the powder managed to get into her eyes. It stung like hell but Amara continued to focus her senses, honing in on Delia's energy to try and throw a few wide punches and kicks to catch her off guard while Amara was still effectively blind. If any of her attacks connected she'd attempt to use the opportunity to wipe her eyes clear, blinking them rapidly. If not? She'd just have to deal with it for now.