A GRAND ADVENTURE, MITAMA GOES ON A HIKE [OPEN]

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Seeing the grand display from Mitama was a mixture of terrifying and intriguing as the odd humanoid girl, after flattening quite literally as if she was a pancake in unnatural and inhuman ways, suddenly defied all known logic and stretched her limbs to impossible degrees above Daika, who could only turn to look up in shock and horror as if witnessing something akin to a regeneration pod's coma induced nightmare. Then, suddenly, the screamed something about icicles and as if from the moisture in the air itself numerous shards of razor sharp ice formed as projectiles in front of the little wizard and launched themselves at Daika's position!

Daika tried her best to evade the incoming attack, her quick speed on her feet able to dodge the majority of the flying ice blades, but luck had to run out at some point and with a discomforting crunch the young Saiyan found herself getting hit HARD in the forehead by the blunt end of an icicle and knocking her backwards on the heels of her feet, only to then immediately feel a wet and sharp sensation as three more shards slid past her at lightning speed leaving deep, yet superficial cuts on the side of her stomach, her cheek, and her right thigh. The blood dripping off of her was miniscule, but not an amount the proud saiyan ever expected to see come off of her body from someone as weak as her enemy is now. The Saiyan Elite never allowed such weaklings to harm them as much as this girl had harmed her in this fun little bout, and while Daika was feeling that internal rage sink in deeper and deeper, so too did her enjoyment of the fight and desire to continue attacking with everything she had.

"Oh ho ho..." Daika would speak softly as she wiped the cut on her cheek with her left hand, smearing the blood across her face from below her ear to just under her nose. The smell of iron was intense to the warrior, the fragrance something exhilarating. This was exciting beyond anything she'd gotten to experience in some time. "I guess that makes that first blood, huh." Closing her fists with an audible cracking sound from her knuckles, Daika's eyes gained a bloodlust to them that she had not felt rush through her before. Not quite like this. She wasn't just enjoying the fight... No. Her primal, saiyan instinct was relishing the chance to express her combat prowess. A young girl, sure, Daika had been training ever since she was old enough to start lifting something other than her own body. Her toys were weights, her first steps were towards a punching bag. All up until now, where she had the opportunities to train with not just the captain of the royal guard, but the Queen of the entire Saiyan Empire herself. This girl was born to fight and kill, and here she was getting her first taste of fighting a completely total stranger and feeling the recourse of it. "Let's make this interesting."

Daika would click the straps of her Saiyan body armor, the heavy contorting material falling to the ground with a heavy thud as dust kicked up into the air, leaving Daika standing in a full black bodysuit, intact seldom the cuts on her side and thigh from the icicle attack. Daika released the band for her boots, slipping them off and digging her feet into the ground itself, dirtying the appearance of the normally prim and proper girl. Finally, she tied back her hair once more, tying the ribbon in a tight knot to prevent it from escaping her again.

"And... Now."

Rushing forward in a sudden surprise attack, Daika would target Mitama's throat this time, choosing to go for a swipe of her nails from her hand in a cat-like slashing motion rather than a punch, her eyes wide and feral as she attempted to severe whatever this freakish unnatural humanoid had there, before twisting her body in an attempt to take out the blue haired girl's legs. This saiyan was now on the proper offensive and fully intended on crushing this girl once and for all.