Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 4, 2021 19:27:52 GMT -5
Perhaps that was a mistake on her part - though the centuries old Demon highly doubted that - to assume such a thing about the young Saiyan. However, whatever small modicum of contrition Zriracha might have felt for Zuqetta was quickly disappearing faster than a plate of meat in front of a Saiyan. While Zriracha didn’t have any memory of the times the girl must have trained in the once-standing home, the Demon didn’t really stick around enough times to dispute that fact.
However, as the fiery child deigned to continue further, their bold claims of being able to fight like a “Demon” clearly making the grin she held drop like a bag of potatoes - the line was drawn, crossed and erased when her own daughter was brought up as fuel to their self-made fire. She should have been patient, calm and collected. She’d dealt with this plenty of times before and was no stranger to the emotions of children and teenagers.
But this was not her child.
In a sudden move, red eyes flaring dangerously, the Satyr lifted her arm just enough to make a gesture with her hand - palm open and directed toward the abdomen of the child before releasing a few quick dark-red motes of energy. Then, her voice a dark vibrato of promised pain, she spoke, “I will have no slander of my daughter, child. Clearly whatever manners you were raised with were not properly instilled into you.” She fought the temptation to release more of her power, fully aware of how dangerous it would be. Yet her eyes shimmered with a dark desire to bring this Saiyan to heel just as she had to do for Zerori so many times before. For her own sake. “Apologize or stand and fight by your words. Know, however, that I am not an easy opponent.”
However, as the fiery child deigned to continue further, their bold claims of being able to fight like a “Demon” clearly making the grin she held drop like a bag of potatoes - the line was drawn, crossed and erased when her own daughter was brought up as fuel to their self-made fire. She should have been patient, calm and collected. She’d dealt with this plenty of times before and was no stranger to the emotions of children and teenagers.
But this was not her child.
In a sudden move, red eyes flaring dangerously, the Satyr lifted her arm just enough to make a gesture with her hand - palm open and directed toward the abdomen of the child before releasing a few quick dark-red motes of energy. Then, her voice a dark vibrato of promised pain, she spoke, “I will have no slander of my daughter, child. Clearly whatever manners you were raised with were not properly instilled into you.” She fought the temptation to release more of her power, fully aware of how dangerous it would be. Yet her eyes shimmered with a dark desire to bring this Saiyan to heel just as she had to do for Zerori so many times before. For her own sake. “Apologize or stand and fight by your words. Know, however, that I am not an easy opponent.”
Used Dark Bullet for a potential damage of 4,000.
KP: 4/6
MP: 2/6
Damage: 0/250%
KP: 4/6
MP: 2/6
Damage: 0/250%