Lookin for trouble' (Open to 2)

Borgos Bluffs was an excellent place to train. The landscape was peaceful, quiet, and without the raving stampedes that made the saibia-wastes such a dangerous location to inhabit. It was also within Vegetan territory, away from the front lines and any potential conflict that may interrupt valuable training. That said, sometimes Tuffle scouts found their way here.

The terrain was also rugged, dotted by numerous bluffs with deep ravines lying right below them. The bluffs often made for great target practice. The frigid and bitter wind was irritating, especially at night, but nothing that couldn’t be easily dealt with. At the very least it also kept people away.

Mayze had come out here to further train the hidden power within himself that he discovered during his duel with Cheri. It was a difficult power to control, activated by emotion; rage. It was best to be alone while training it, or else he might risk losing control and hurting bystanders. Inability to maintain control didn’t exactly look great on a mercenary’s resume, but he was starting to get a handle on his new found power.

In the midst of his training, the saiyan noticed a significant gathering of battle points on the edge of his senses. Mayze paused, pondering if he should examine the powers. He had trained plenty already today, the tattered and scorched landscape around him was proof enough.

Coming to a decision, the saiyan took off, curiosity sufficiently piqued! He darted straight for the source, straight west and not too far. It didn’t take him long to arrive given the increased speed his recent power up offered.

He came to a stop high above the group that lay below, examining the situation, and uncaring if they had spotted him. It was hard to make out in the darkness of night, but he could make out four figures situated next to a ravine that held flowing water.

Mayze peered a little closer. One of them looked a lot like… Vocado? A grin formed on his features, and he raced down, offering a wave towards Vocado?

“Vocado! Long time no-” he stopped as he came close and could better make out the group. No, that wasn’t Vocado, unless the saiyan had taken a growth pill and suddenly grown three foot taller. Somehow Mayze doubted that.

The mercenary’s feet softly hit the ground, and he ruefully rubbed the back of his head, “My bad, mistook you for someone else. Look a lot like an acquaintance,” he saw the small tuffle lying unconscious and pointed a thumb at the figure, “Run into trouble?”

Mayze turned to face the other two figures, a look of sudden confusion crossing his face, “H-horns?” he stammered out before he could stop himself. Mentally he facepalmed. What a great way to introduce myself. Hope they aren’t offended. He cleared his throat and spoke, “You aren’t saiyan or tuffle… mercenaries?” The two looked similar. Were they sisters?

Rubbing her back, Zerori whirled around on her mother just as she appeared, arms crossed with a smirk on her face. While the pain of the attack stung, Zerori knew that her mother was just making sure she took her lessons seriously. She turned back around to Pitt, eyeing the Tuffle that was thrown to the ground rather unceremoniously with a confused expression before looking back up at him. Guess they’re enemies, then, She just lamented to herself, not really understanding why but hardly in a position to care either.

Zerori grumbled in confirmation to Pitt’s question, “Yep. As attached to me as my own head is to my neck,” She glanced at Zriracha in time to see her cock an eyebrow up arrogantly. At least Pitt was interested in joining in and the idea of someone else breathing some fresh new life into something Zerori more or less detested was enough to brighten her mood. “Hell yes!” She barked, stars glittering in her eyes comically as she tail lashed from side to side in excitement.

Just then, as if deities were watching, another came down looking for ‘Vocado’ and apparently mistaking Pitt for his brother. Wait, Pit had a brother?! It was Vocado?! The new revelation threw Zerori off guard, giving Zriracha a chance as the introductions were made to blast another pot shot at Zerori - the cue for their training to continue. “Ugh! FINE! Hey Mayze, I’m Zerori. That’s my mom. Her name is Zriracha, andit’stimetotrainnowso LET’S GO!”

And without waiting for anyone else to tell her otherwise, the hybrid rushed at the strongest guys she could get a sense for and used a conveniently placed bluff to partially wall-run up, gain some height on Pitt, and attempt to swing a spinning heel-kick right across his cheek.

Zriracha, meanwhile, would take back into the air before continuing with assault; however, for Zerori's sake, she would aim for someone else this time. That person being Mayze, of course. Zriracha voice echoed in the area, laughing, " I hope you're not offended; I also like to break up the monotony. So," She conversationally added, "Have you lived on this planet your whole life, Mayze?"


Mayze

Mayze savagely grinned when Zriracha fell for his feint and felt his fist strike her head. The blood began to really pump through his veins, he was starting to enjoy this. Zriracha was near his own power when he was in this state. With his increased strength, it was difficult to find good sparring partners. Sparring was a great way to train, so he’d always seize any chance he got to spar.

He made to strike again, but was caught off guard by Zriracha’s sudden headbutt. Mayze grunted in pain, stumbling back a few steps. Her horns opened up a small wound on his forehead, and he could feel the warm touch of blood drip across his brow.

The mercenary wiped a hand across his brow, eyeing Zriracha, “Is that right?” he laughed a little, “Nice hit. You’re a good fighter. I can tell from the way you move,” he complimented. Mayze was curious who she was looking for, but he didn't pry. It wasn't his business.

He didn’t wait long to resume the spar. The saiyan stepped forward, sending an elbow lunging toward Zriracha’s gut. Ducking low, he swept a leg out horizontally, aiming to take Zriracha's legs out from under her.


WC: 208
MP: 3/6
KP: 6/6

Zriracha reveled in the praise, cracking her neck tauntingly, “I’m glad to hear that! It’s been years since I’ve had a good fight that pushed me. Coming back to the mortal realms has been nothing but a delight,” She side-stepped the elbow, pushing the arm away within the flow of his movements before almost not avoiding the leg sweep by leaping into the air and floating above him with her levitation, “You’re fast and strong; it’s going to be a challenge to keep you on your toes. Not to worry, however,” In a flash of Magic Materialization, Zriracha held both of her swords, dark-bladed and jagged looking weapons of war before she dove at Mayze. “I have PLENTY of time!”

Avoiding any lethal or potentially dangerous vital areas, Zriracha would attempt to slash at various areas of Mayze’s body: the side of the leg, his shoulder, his back, and a final one across his stomach before sliding along the ground and calling, “Zerori! Impetus!”

Back with Zerori, the hybrid was giving a scoff at seeing the barrier Pitt threw up even as he complimented on her power, “Yeah sure, whatever!” She really would need to come up with a stronger attack because this one was just NOT cutting it.

Just as she was about to follow him into the air and give him a run for his money, her mother call had her immediately turn toward the fight. “Now? Right NOW?!” She yelled, absolutely incensed that she had to stop what she was doing to help; this is what she always did. The call was a well-trained tag-team effort that they’d practiced and it was meant to encourage team play. While it did accomplish that goal, Zerori wasn’t happy with the expectation that she had to stop what she was doing to act upon it.

With a yell, the hybrid threw out a Blaze Blaster at Mayze, “Sorry about that!” If Her mother’s attack had actually struck Mayze, a spell would go off from the word she’d used and enhanced her attack - causing it to shine exceptionally bright. However, if Mayze had decided to avoid or block it all completely, it would remain the dull red blast racing toward the Saiyan.

Mayze