Target Practice? (Open to 3)

Rosemary has 18,049 Pl and her Dark Nimbus.

From this high up, the Saiba Wastes were practically a peaceful paradise. The greenery stretched nigh endlessly in every direction one cared to look. The music of saibabeasts on the hunt echoed and resounded quite nicely off the landscape.

From so on high, Rosemary looked down on the breeding pits from her flying, sickly purple cloud. Her red eyes peered through the foliage with a supernatural focus, the iris almost seeming to glow from within themselves. One hand rest on the fluffy support so that she could lean over further without falling. Her tail lay curled at her side, partially hidden underneath one crossed leg.

She had never guessed that the wastes would be so... teaming with life. Before, she would only see the dense foliage and the scant saibabeast that would wander out in hopes of turning her into its next meal. Now, however, she could see the small dots of each creature lying in hiding, either waiting underneath the ground in ambush or incubating and biding its time and power.

This was quite an interesting ability, and so much more convenient than a scouter.

Her attention, however, was on the absolutely massive horde that chased quickly through the brush. It was difficult to make out, but she could almost see the faint blue glow at the front of the sea of red, leading it on or running for its very life. Somewhere in all of that chaos, another, smaller red glow cowered in the brush; she could just about make out what it as yelling over the cacophony of primal instinct.

The hybrid directed her cloud to a slower speed, and drew near to the individual floating above all of this with what could only be described as a casual glance away from its magazine. As she neared, she recognized the figure's white hair and horns, though she certainly was no Ogre.

What would one be doing here on Plant, anyways? She was strong, though.

"You know, saibabeasts make better pets than training partners." Rosemary remarked with a snarky smirk as she descended to a height more level with the red stranger.

Rosemary's lips twisted and stretched themselves into a sinister smirk, and her eyes laughed at the very strong effect her presence was having on the girl. What was the emotion her voice had replied with? It wasn't fear, she didn't think. Nor was it quite excitement. Either way, seeing the girl power up to a proper fighting state only riled up her own instincts, and the darker nature buried just underneath.

How long had it been since she'd last transformed? A week or two? That was simply too long...

"Cute and feisty." The hybrid chuckled with a surprisingly good natured tone as she descended slowly closer to the grounded group. "That's a good combination. You'll make a fine warrior some day." She smiled wide, a simple act made more menacing as her eyes faintly glowed a more angry red. By her own estimations, the girl could stand up to even her Oozaru right now, even if her mother and the poor excuse for a man couldn't.

Speaking of whom...

"What kind of a pitiful Saiyan are you?" The interruption was brief, but the hybrid's excitement and bravado was quickly replaced with disappointment and contempt for the man as she glared at him. She didn't look away from the girl for long, though, turning her eyes back to the challenger as she held one hand aloft.

Briefly, Rosemary exhaled a dark smoke that wrapped around the space just above her open palm; a pale light burst to life from within, but was quickly concealed. With an almost comically gentle motion, she tossed the ball of magically enhanced ki high into the sky, where the smoke unraveled enough to allow the light of the power ball to shine down upon them all. However, she never looked up at her creation, and so, the transformation was not completed, not yet.

"I like you." A single chuckle sent smoke from the corner of her mouth as the hybrid's very soul began to writhe and lash out in impatient anticipation for the fated moment. She could feel her skin crawl with the need to look up, to become the Oozaru and let loose. "But, you won't get anywhere blowing up beasts. If you want to be strong, you need to be pushed.

"What do you say, mama?" She directed her question to Zriracha with a teasing tone. "Let your girl off the leash, and we'll give her some real training?"