Formal Training (Closed)

Staring dumbly as the strange shadowy arm - that had apparently come from HER - literally blasted Zuqetta out of the sky. She was grateful, sure, but it wasn’t what she intended to do at all and while the arm seemed to hang there for a second Zerori was left to wonder where the hell this had actually come from. Zuqetta had caught herself and even offered some form of praise, but as she apparently came to some recognition of its existence, the Shadow Hand would disperse as if light had evaporated it. She stomped on the ground, “Aw shit! I’d normally agree, but… uh?” Zerori crossed her arms, an embarrassed look on her face before she turned away. “I have no idea how I did that!”

Still, she wasn’t going to just let that be the end of it; whatever she did was really cool and it actually managed to catch Zuqetta off guard long enough to land a hit in. If she could just replicate it, somehow, she could only imagine the possibilities! Like being able to scratch your back with having to reach behind you!

Tiny brain ideas aside, Zerori shook her head and yelled up at Zuqetta with a suddenly excited grin - her anger and irritation almost all but gone completely in the wake of this new ability she wanted to bring out again, “Let’s keep goin’! Maybe I can do it again!”

And with a flair for the dramatic, Zerori pulled her arm back before throwing it forward with great gusto, “HAH!”

A moment of awkward silence passed, growing more painful by the second, before it became clear that she didn’t throw a blast or anything at Zuqetta. That scary arm thing was, unfortunately… unresponsive. She looked at her hand sadly, “Aw…”

With a grumble of disappointment, Zerori looked back up at Zuqetta with a glare at the ‘cute’ comment; ironically catching onto the idea that Zuqetta pitched as she cocked her head to the side curiously. “Angry? But I’ve gotten angry plenty of times - what makes now any different?” She asked, gesturing outward with her hands in a confused gesture. She didn’t even know what she meant by ‘more Saiyan than she gave her credit for’! “What?” However, it would quickly come together at the declaration that they would just make her mad, making Zerori look at Zuqetta with narrowed eyes before she gave an ‘OH’ and hit her hand into an open fist in realization.

That didn’t prepare her for the show of energy control that was quickly followed up by Zuqetta making a HUGE sword. Zerori’s face fell, getting a bad feeling, “Uh… Zuq, wait a second-” She started, only for the floating Saiyan to lift it above her head and swing it down at her, “SHIT!” While she wasn’t angry quite yet, the fact that Zuqetta was using this moment to possibly try to KILL HER in a bid to make her angry certainly made her heart race in her chest.

As the crescent of bluish energy raced towards her, Zerori would try again to throw her arms forward - desperate to not get cut in half! She didn’t feel anything to come from her body, however, and closed her eyes while gritting her teeth in preparation for the pain. Like before, the shadows that had nearly been reduced to nothing behind her bloomed and jumped forward - the arm leaping over Zerori’s shoulder to stop just ahead of her and stretch out.

However, as fate would have it, Zerori lacked the power to support the limb as it dissipated.

From her place away from the battle, Zriracha looked between the two keenly before throwing her arm out toward Zerori and rushing over to Zuqetta. Catching the Saiyan girl before she hit the ground, Zriracha allowed a fraction of a moment to smile down at her before she was in motion once more.

The barrier she’d thrown up around Zerori had taken the brunt of some of the damage but as the aftermath blew Zerori back, Zriracha was there to catch her in her other arm. With a groan, Zerori appeared to have blacked out from the pain and Zriracha just shook her head with a sigh through her nose. Still, she couldn’t resist the swell of pride that came, “You’ve done well, both of you…”