Spar for the Course [Invite Amara]

"Yeah, it's not as bad as tha deep jungles 'er tha desert.  Those places are way worse..."

Donût ceased his stretching and got into position.  His stance was solid, one leg behind the other with both shoulder width apart, one fist held up close to his face, the other close to his core.  He also made sure to hop and move about a bit, rolling on the balls of his bare feet.  He tried to keep the majority of his focus on Amara, but he also took note of the trees around them.  Which ones were tallest, which ones were thickest, which branches could support a person's weight or tolerate it.

"ALRIGHT!  Get ready cause I'm comin' atcha!"

Within moments, he had an attack route planned out.  And so, he charged forward, rushing towards Amara!  However, before he could get within her reach, he leaped up and into the air, towards a particularly thick branch.  In mid-air, he swiveled and re-oriented himself so that his feet hit the branch, while his body seemed to almost "crumple" against it.  He quickly pushed off of the branch to travel at full speed, with a kick aimed for Amara's face.  While he was rushing towards her, he focused his energy into his leg.  The whole thing seemed to harden and reinforce itself with the extra energy, becoming as hard as steel.

"STEEL SERIES SPINNING AIR KICK!"


Mister Steel Uses Steel Series Strike at 20% PL!
1,000 PL of damage is heading towards Amara.
-1 KP
5/6 KP
+2 Momentum (+1 for posting, +1 for using technique)
2/6 MP

Donût, aka the Unbreakable Mister Steel, had been expecting a counter while he recovered.  However, expecting something and being prepared for it are two different things.  And he had not been ready for Amara to just stand still and take his full strike, then give him a sock to the solar plexus before he could leap away.  After an initial burst of sharp pain in his gut, Steel gasped and gaped as his lungs seemingly refused to fill with air, despite all of the wind having been knocked out of them.  He tried to buy some distance, leaping up and into the trees to rest on a branch while gripping his gut, trying to block and protect that vulnerable place with his beefy forearm.

"*hff* Damn, didn't expect ya ta... *gssh*... just tank it...  Badass move there..."

He gave Amara a thumbs-up as he got his breath back.  Air flowed into his nose... out through his mouth... In... out...  Yup, he could still fight.  Mister Steel then leaped down and back to the sand and dirt to face Amara once more.  He came from her front this time, and decided to test her defenses rather than go for a full assault...  A series of light jabs with fists and feet aimed at her face, chest, and shins, to see if there was any particular area that she favored or was slow to cover.  Left and right and left and right...


Steel doesn't use a technique this turn!
+2 KP
6/6 KP
+1 Momentum (+1 for posting)
3/6 MP

Once again, Mister Steel was taken by surprise as Amara responded to his probing assault by literally FLYING OVER HIS HEAD.  And kicking him in the back to boot.  Needless to say, the squat Earthling had a mouthful of dirt for a tasty mid-spar snack.  He didn't seem to mind though, as he planted his hands on the dirt and pushed himself to his feet with a wide grin.  He turned to face Amara, and rather than get into another combat stance... he just held his fists close to his face and then pumped them while wearing a rather wide grin on his face.

"You c'n fly?!  That's so freakin' cool!  Ya gotta teach me how ya do that!"

With that bit of gushing excitement out of the way, Donût resumed the facade of Mister Steel and charged at his opponent.  However, rather than charge with fists extended... he raised his index and middle fingers.  He flung these fingertips at seemingly random points on Amara's body.  Seemingly random points that lined up with figures that were apparently points for life-energy to enter and exit the body, or pool and collect before continuing to flow.  Strikes to these points could interrupt his opponent's ki, and perhaps cause some lingering aches...  Though he struck without knowing that Amara was having trouble even controlling her ki in the first place.

"LET'S SEE HOW YA LIKE THIS!  DISCOMBOBULATE!!"



Steel launches Discombobulate at 30% PL!
1,500 PL is heading Amara's way!
Exhaust and Bleed both apply!
-4 KP
2/6 KP
+2 MP (+1 for posting, +1 for using a technique)
5/6 MP

At first, Steel grinned, seeing his attack had given his opponent paused.  But then he noticed the look in Amara's eyes.  It was very similar to the look that Steel's childhood dog gave right when the unnoticed tumor on his spleen burst.  It was not a good look.

"You uh... Y'alright?"

Apparently, Amara was NOT alright, as she couldn't even get a sentence out before vomiting blood onto the ground.  Donût couldn't sense ki, he'd never learned how to, but he could guess that Amara was feeling weak when she suddenly crumpled to the ground.  Also, she was, y'know, VOMITING BLOOD!  When she didn't so much as stir, he started to panic.  His hands clutched and tore at his hair, his feet began to pump up and down...

"Ohfuckohshitohno!"

After that bout of uncharacteristic swearing, Donût stopped his fidgeting and panicking.  He took a few deeeeeeep breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth...  In... out... in... out...  His heartbeat started to return to normal, his breathing evened out, and a plan formed in his mind.  First, he knelt down and veeeeeery gingerly flipped Amara over and onto her side.  If she vomited out more blood, or anything else, she wouldn't drown in it.  He gave her a quick once-over, looking for any signs of external injury...  He couldn't find anything.

"If ya c'n hear me, I'm very sorry an' I'm gunna get ya ta a hospital now."

With that, he slooooooooowly flipped Amara onto her back, then hooked his right arm under her knees, and his left arm behind her back until he had a hold on her left shoulder.  Once he had a firm grip on her body, he rose (lifting with his legs) and turned to the south.  He remembered passing a hospital or clinic while wandering about the island, and he knew the direction it lay in from their sparring spot.

And so, the hairy little man wearing nothing but running shorts began to leap building lengths and heights through the forest as quick as he could without jostling the hybrid Saiyan woman.

"Alright, stay with me... keep focusin' on breathin' if ya c'n hear me...  If ya c'n speak, tell me where and how and how bad yer hurtin' before ya pass out..."



Steel's stopped fighting and he sure as hell ain't using a technique this turn!
+2 KP
6/6 KP
+1 momentum if we're still keeping track of that.
6/6 MP
Gonna exit on this post unless Amara tries to get up and keep fighting.