Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 11, 2021 4:52:32 GMT -5
Dark clouds that had rolled in during their fight changed the atmosphere of the area - eventually letting loose a torrent of rain that would scour the grounds. Breathing heavily, Zriracha would feel the huge and gargantuan body of the Saiyan’s body slam into the ground. Briefly, she closed her eyes, It is done… Before turning around to observe the handiwork of her final attack. Littering the body of the Oozaru would be a copious amount of cuts, bruises, and possibly even burns from the explosions. Softly, the Satyr frowned and began to approach - stopping just a few steps later as she held her arm that still felt a great amount of pain.
That was when the girl’s ape-like form began to shrink back down into the more humanoid one, Her eyes widened, head cocked to the side before she carefully continued forward. No longer as powerful as she once was, succumbed to the wounds, the young girl would look every part the child she truly was. Innocent, but in pain.
With a sigh through her nose, Zriracha leaned down to pick up the girl - taking care not to further injure her own shoulder. “Your power was incredible, child,” Zriracha muttered softly to her, turning to walk beneath the shelter of the manor that Zuqetta had introduced her to. Once safely inside and upon that same small sofa that Zriracha had sat upon, she would settle the girl against its surface and hold up a hand.
With a sound of strain, pulling from power she barely had, a large fluffy blanket with small Oni patterns upon it would materialize into existence before Zriracha covered the girl with it. Believing her work to be done here, Zriracha turned away with one last parting words, “Never stop pushing yourself…” Taking a few steps away.
Everything had gone black, once more Zuqetta found herself shrouded in the darkness of her mind. Where...? She questioned, It hurts... o-oh, again? Steadily her sensation would begin to return to her; first with the sensation of sound as she heard the rainfall, then with the sensation of touch as she felt the cold of the water come down upon her. It all slowly began to return to her as she recalled what had just happened; she had been on the cusp of victory, with only a few more strikes needed before taking down that old goat. Yet it wasn't to be, by some impossible stroke of bad luck, she'd been defeated while in her Oozaru form of all things, and it was even worse than when she had encountered Vocado.
Damn it! No! Move, get up! Get up NOW! Zuqetta's mind screamed; her hand twitching in response, I can't lose like this! Not again... not again damn it! She had felt herself being moved, just as when Vennel had defeated her and carried her off; unlike before however, she wasn't on the cusp of losing consciousness, but of regaining it. Her right eye would begin to open, before just as quickly shutting upon wincing in pain to the wounds she had received.
"S-stop..." Zuqetta would mumble, in almost a whisper, "Not... done..." Her body wouldn't listen as she tried to move, she had been left completely without strength; I see you! Damn it, stop! I'm not done, I'm not running away and I'm not giving up! Not again!! She could see Zriracha walking away, likely about to leave the scene, but Zuqetta refused. Her heart raced and chest tightened, she wanted to fight; how could she face Vennel with pride if it turned out she'd lost yet ANOTHER fight!? Her right had began to move, rising out from beneath the blanket set upon her reaching out towards the woman. "S-said... stop..." She'd say, her voice steadily getting louder as her anger built, "I... I said STOP!!" Zuqetta would finally scream, her power flaring up for the briefest of moments, allowing her to rise back to her feet; just as quickly however, said power would leave her, but she would not collapse...
"I'm... not finished..." Zuqetta struggled, now back upon her feet but clearly without any power to return to the fight. Her gaze seemed blank, as though forcing herself up had stripped away even more energy, leaving her unable to see; but her expression was fierce, and full of determination. The blanket had fallen back upon the ground, but Zuqetta was too focused on her desire to continue the fight to have even noticed it; though her sight was blurry, she could still tell by the silhouetted figure that Zriracha was still before her. As well, her hearing seemed to still be working fine; the rain that came down upon the manor did so clearly, and not at all muffled.
"...fight..." Zuqetta spoke, one final time; her body shivering all over as if she was attempting to move, yet stationary she remained. Her fight was finished, even if she refused it to be; but at the very least, she'd won her fight against the loss of consciousness.
Post by Zerori and Zriracha on Apr 11, 2021 16:04:59 GMT -5
She’d hardly taken a handful of steps away from the chair when she heard the sudden demand from the girl to stop. She turned, startled and surprised that Zuqetta even had the strength to stay awake, let alone speak. What she saw had her heart melt in a mix of emotions; pride, pity and fear for Zuqetta’s safety as she demanded that they continue - even having removed herself from the chair to move in spite of the wounds as terrible as they were. For a long moment as Zuqetta stood there, fighting to stay conscious even as she wanted to continue and likely rectify her loss, Zriracha found that she didn’t have many words.
Her thoughts were racing, however, at the potential that this one possessed. They were strong, resourceful and… a powerful ally when they grew into the prime of their power. Tempting as it was to wreak chaos across the universe in its entirety as she once did, Zriracha was getting old and as many species seemed to do… the younger generation were the key to a more colorful future.
She saw an opportunity.
But not today, “Maybe one day, Zuqetta, but you’ve no strength to defy me. Rest. Grow your power. And when we next meet.-” She grinned, “I might teach you a thing or two. Perhaps even magic, if you’ve the affinity for it.” Before she turned away, sending a telepathic message to some of the people in the area that a child needed help, and left Zuqetta to think about her offer.
Off in the distance, she could feel her Daughter likely in need of her again.
Zuqetta's form would waver, leaning side to side as she struggled to stay standing; Zriracha's refusal to continue their fight burned her, but was necessary. What had she learned from this? That she was weaker than someone else? She already knew that; she knew she was weaker than Vocado, and knew she was weaker than Vennel. Adding another to the list of those she was weaker than was hardly anything noteworthy. "S... st... op..." Zuqetta's voice grew weak as her vision faded further; the sight of Zriracha's slowly vanishing form making her desperate.
Forcing all of her willpower to the surface, Zuqetta's arm would lift, reaching out towards the woman's form in desperation. It was more energy than Zuqetta had to spare, and yet seemingly from nowhere, the energy trickled. As her vision faded to black, all that would remain would be Zuqetta's outstretched arm. Energy would begin to pool as she reached with all of her might, forming itself tangibly as it crept up her arm and to her hand. It would envelop the entirety of her hand as it attempted to take shape; itself also just as wavering as it seemingly moved about as if with a mind of it's own. Sadly, before any relatable form could take shape, Zuqetta would have nothing left to expend; finally collapsing from the strain and giving in to her bodies demands...
Unconscious, and left up to the whims of the elements; Zriracha's quick thinking with telepathy would be Zuqetta's saving grace. Even Zuqetta herself had been able to hear the words, and cursed them due to her own weakness. Not too long after Zriracha's departure, a group of three would arrive to rescue the girl; previous residents of employ at the manor, who would know right away whom it was they were rescuing. Zuqetta would be safe, but at the cost of a somewhat more complicated life. -Ending Thread!