Tuffle Are Such Easy Prey [Open]

Vennel arched a brow as she touched down in the old town's road and spied an interesting development. A young woman, built more like a saiyan or really any regularly sized species. This one, aside from the lack of tail, could easily pass for anything except Tuffle given how they towered over the fleeing civilians. "Well, well," she muttered to herself, as she sized the girl up.  She was dressed rather plainly, definitely not military personel, and her scouter hadn't reported anything truly out of the ordinary as she arrived- though it wouldn't have been the first time her scouter malfunctioned and gave a false negative, so she wasn't entirely certain if her readings could be fully believed. After all, this girl had just slapped away one of her blasts targeted at a more desperate looking group of Tuffle escapees.

Her challenger chastised the saiyan for not seeking out where warriors might gather and she shrugged. "Oh, did I pick the wrong place? My apologies, I've never been this far into Tuffle territory," she admitted flippantly, her hands thrown up in a half-hearted shrug. Besides, it wasn't like she'd met any Tuffle that actually considered themselves a warrior, aside from Cheri. How would she know where to go stoke the flames of war if not for taking the initiative. But she was most amused by what the woman said next.

This girl decided to step up to the plate, to rise to the defense of the farmers and villagers as they left. "Oh? Well based on what you've just said, I'd say you sound like a warrior yourself. So maybe I've found the right place after all?" She grinned, placing her hands on her hips she stepped forward towards the girl. "Well then, you know my name, and my allegiance, so then, what is your name? I'd like to know with whom I'm fighting." She was indeed curious, but if this woman was anything like her Tuffle neighbors, she'd no doubt use a pseudonym or maintain a silent response. It was very typical of those who liked to preach ideals but refused to actually stand for them. "Or you could keep your secrets if you prefer, but having me at such a disadvantage, maybe you'd care to live up to these ideals of 'noble combat' you're preaching." 

Vennel stood with a wicked grin, wondering if any other brave souls might stand up to defend their homes, like this girl had. But who could say, Tuffle were such cowards she wouldn't be surprised if they left this girl to die in their stead. 

There was a sarcastic civility in the air between the two women, as they exchanged words. Or perhaps Vennel was merely projecting her own thoughts and feelings in that regard. Either way, Leriac, as she'd introduced herself as, had quipped about her being able to pick proper targets out next time. Vennel rolled her eyes, were all Tuffle this quippy when things were going to turn towards a fight? She couldn't help but wonder, as she sized the girl up. 

Leriac seemed as though maybe she had missed Vennel's earlier introduction, or maybe she'd caught it and was playing dumb. If she needed reminding later, the saiyan woman's ego would happily oblige, but repeating herself so soon would feel a bit too much like Zuqetta for comfort. But Leriac wasn't finished quipping, oh no, she remarked on how she was just a passerby, and that this was happenstance; she'd even remarked on Vennel's choice of target, as though she had picked a fight with farmers or something. She snickered in response, before retorting, "Oh I quite agree, but this is a war you've walked into. Perhaps Earth is unfamiliar with current events here, or maybe just the concept as a whole. But wars aren't won by just smashing your strongest against each other." Her arms came off their perch on her hips, clenching her fists as her arms drew to her sides.

"Wars are won not with words, but with violence. Allow me to demonstrate!" She darted forwards towards Leriac, leaping up at the last minute as she spun in the air, extending her leg and attempting to build her momentum up by spinning, before unleashing an axe kick on her adversary. The battle had begun.

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"A word to the wise," Amara said casually, arm suddenly alight in a sheet of bouncing green sparks. "Spinning is not a good trick." Vennel's initial kick was blocked with seemingly minimal effort as Amara's forearm came up to intercept her leg. The extra oomph behind the maneuver empowered by both Ki and the Saiyan's attempt movement was immediately extinguished. In her other hand a sharp-tipped spear of electricity formed in an instant, the woman driving it forward and aiming to pierce it straight through Vennel's stomach without a shred of hesitation. If violence was the language this warrior wanted to speak in then by all means she'd oblige. It was clear that her talking had stalled Vennel for long enough for a majority of the citizens to escape the immediate blast zone, and that was Amara's main concern here.

About to follow up, such plans were foiled by the sudden appearance of another powerful fighter on the scene, this one vaguely familiar as a certain pink-haired armored-up Tuffle made themselves known. With a jolt, they entered the fray, first via quip and second by firing off a shot at the Saiyan she was currently engaged with. A small part of Amara was annoyed at this, wanting to fight Vennel on even terms, but the woman knew that the Tuffle's priority was protecting their people. "Hey again, Pinky." Amara would hop back a few feet, waiting to see what exactly the Saiyan would do now that the situation had turned. If they transformed into a Great Ape their power would be far too great for even both her and the Tuffle to deal with.

This was it: this was Vennel's personal hell. Here she was, wanting a fight with the best the tuffle had to send. And here they were, in a manner of speaking. The problem was, it was perhaps the numerous concussions she'd received during and following her last encounter with Cheri that made her forget exactly the worst aspect about her. And Leriac was little different in spirit. She replied to Vennel's question, by bringing into question's threat to her or the surrounding area for that matter.

As Vennel cut through Cheri's attack like butter she neared the chatter box at high speed, but not fast enough to make it there before the tuffle's shield tried to stop her approach. Thanks to Leriac's attack, that Vennel was able to redirect and employ in empowering her attack, she was able to push through the shield and land the first blow against the tuffle. But like the strained buzzing of a fruit fly too close to your ear, Cheri just wouldn't cease, as she was going on about something or another concerning Vennel's growth. 

Vennel backed away from Cheri, situating herself between the two girls, her eyes warily watching the two for sudden movement. And with one last comment from Leriac, she unleashed a powerful attack, far stronger than any she'd used before, and unleashed it's full power against Vennel. Her eyes shot wide with surprise at the size of the attack, as her scouter alerted her to the mounting threat to her rear. Spinning around quickly, she desperately tried putting her arms up just in time to try and shield herself from the attack. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts, she was struck with the emerald bolt of energy as it struck her, leaving her forearms bloodied and her entire body sizzling with the aftershocks of the attack. 

As the smoke cleared, however, she was grinning, despite the colossal amount of damage she'd just sustained. "Nice attack, there," she conceded, coughing immediately as she finished. "So, let me get this straight," she started, glancing over at Cheri, "you want to see how I've improved?" And then her attention returned to Leriac, "And you want something to fear, is that it?" She began chuckling to herself, a sort of frenzied laughter that built in volume and momentum, until it was a full bodied laugh. "Okay then," she managed to get out, trying to reign in her laughter. 

She gathered her energy into her hand, yelling to hype herself up as she pooled her energy together to produce a hovering white sphere in her hand, that radiated a dim light. "Then what's say, after I finish things off here, I'll be sure to attack more of your people- how's that? Say, Hachi City?" She then hurled the sphere into the air above her, clenching her fist as it reached it's apex in the sky, shouting up at it, "burst open and mix!" And with a brilliant flash, the sphere expanded several times over and began to emit a silver light that shone beautifully to the saiyan, in the night sky.

Her body began to pulse, and surge with power, her eyes shooting wide as her breathing became labored. Her body began to enlarge, rapidly growing as her body began to sprout brown fur that matched her hair and tail. Vennel grew larger, eventually enough to dwarf some buildings, as her face transformed into the familiar visage of the Oozaru!

Vennel's mind and consciousness, barely hung on by the thinnest of threads, enough to differentiate friend from foe, but a blinding fury consumed her. Her enormous crimson eyes narrowed onto Leriac as she lunged at the girl with terrible speed and power, her large hands trying to grab the girl, in an attempt to crush the girl.

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Despite her carefully sculpted neutral cadence, Amara couldn't help but feel a rush of satisfaction as her technique landed right on target. Unlike before, Vennel had used up her energy to try and attack Cheri and was thusly left open to getting blasted. While the Saiyan didn't audibly express major pain, the charred and bloodied skin on her forearms told Amara all she wanted to know. Honestly, with the Tuffle soldier distracting their quarry with constant jabbering it made it far, far easier to find openings in Vennel's defense. Perhaps that had been the plan all along? At long last Vennel had said something relatively plain that didn't feel like it was about to be accompanied by a long-winded laugh or the sound of an organ pipe. Amara nodded slightly in return: "And you took it like a true soldier." It was a genuine compliment coming from her, whether or not Vennel took it as such was up to her. Looking past all the hoighty toity bullshit an opportunity to truly test her mettle against a Saiyan warrior holding nothing back was an exciting prospect.

...Ah but then she actually laughed like a madwoman after asking what seemed to be a rhetorical question. "Is it a giant ape?" Amara asked sarcastically, mind racing to try and figure out how exactly she and Cheri would deal with Vennel if she multiplied her power five times over. And with a short flourish Vennel formed a power ball, the object soaring high into the sky as Amara let out a sigh. Wasting no further time she dug around in her own pockets, fingers grasping a green-striped capsule and clicking the device to pop out a tall brightly colored can. It was an 'emergency energy drink' found with questionable methods upon Earth, and a few sips were said to contain all the calories and adrenaline a normal person would need for an entire day. Deigning to ignore the Saiyan as she threatened further cities and continued to transform, Amara popped the lid on her can and gulped its' entire contents down in one long, smooth swig. Her body shuddered, metabolism already kicking into overdrive from the sudden concentrated surge of caloric energy as Amara's electricity flared to life once more.

The Oozaru came straight for her, Amara looking up at the encroaching beast with a single brow raised. For a moment it looked as if Vennel had been successful, giant palms converging on Amara's relatively petite body and trying to crush it like a grape. A few seconds passed... and then the hands started to move. Inch by inch they were pushed back, Amara struggling as her arms - coated in volatile electrical energy - pushed back against Vennel's sudden attack. With a roar Amara broke free, immediately taking flight and aiming to land a punch straight to the ape's jaw, hoping to send it stumbling back from the sheer force. "Lady, I don't know about you, but our chances of winning here are slim to none. Your people have already escaped, and I recommend we do too whenever it becomes convenient." The words were directed at the pink-haired Tuffle far below. Her power was impressive but compared to both Amara AND Vennel it was pocket change.