Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 2, 2014 22:31:31 GMT -5
(PL Please. Gravity, Simulator and Weights in effect)Before New Vegeta had come under attack, before Aer Nin had leveled half the palace and before numerous Saiyans had lost their lives Akassa had been training. Part of her duties included spending hours in her gravity chamber, utilizing her simulator in order to become stronger. As a member of the Hattori family she was supposed to be a shining example of what a Saiyan warrior could become. In terms of power level she was even stronger than her eldest brother, slowly approaching her father even. Part of her took pride in her increasing power, but it was not a simple competition. Even if she somehow managed to surpass her father, something she wasn’t counting on, it would change nothing about her daily life. No matter her strength Akassa planned to serve her father and Ninjin after that, such was the duty of a Saiyan Princess.
Stepping into her ship’s gravity chamber yet again Akassa stretches. Dressed in her normal fighting attire which consisted of combat boots, pants, a tank top and jacket over that, she moves towards the center of the room. Cracking her neck once the Princess smirks, excited to enter another training session with the equipment she had paid so much to acquire. Her last two sessions had gotten her body used to the gradual increase of gravity, her muscles adjusting each time she raised it another level. The simulator had also been worth the Zeni, a simulated Conri Lane helping her to learn the basics of psychokinetic powers. A successful training session all in all even if it had resulted in a splitting headache from overuse of the technique.
Today she was going to try something a bit harder, an actual fight with no hidden agenda behind it besides trying to win. Akassa knew a few fighters that were capable warriors and since the machine had the power to recreate any of them, even multiple individuals, she planned to take advantage of that feature. Thinking it over she hesitated to pick her opponent, wondering which one might suit her best. Slowly she smirks, an idea coming into her head. Conri Lane and Ezekiel NeCross both had their unique fighting styles, yet they had some abilities that were similar. Why not fight them both at once? Of course she would have to reduce their power a little, the Princess well aware she didn’t have the strength yet to handle them both at once.
”Resolute, increase the gravity to 15 times that of normal gravity. After several minutes give me a simulated version of Conri Lane and Ezekiel NeCross, both set at 75% of my maximum power. Make sure to include the dampening effect of my weights in your calculations.” As the gravity began to increase Akassa unleashes her full power, her silver aura bursting to life around her. Unlike her two brothers she did not have the signature aura of the Hattori line, a deep red with sparks of gold. She had her human heritage to thank for that. For several minutes she let her muscles adjust, her lean yet strong body doing well to adapt to the increased force pulling down on it. Lifting her arm and clenching her fist she smirks, looking up as two figures take shape before her.
Both were dressed in black, but the similarities stopped there. Conri Lane, Champion of the Galactic Tournament was smaller than Ezekiel, but made up for that with a large personality. Quite eccentric, at least in her opinion, the blue haired Half-Saiyan was quite different from your typical male Saiyan. His long blue hair stood out against his black and red outfit, his slightly pale skin standing out as well. The Champion was a bit more muscular than Ezekial and normally more powerful as well. A headstrong fighter like the Princess he had proven to be quite the opponent. Ezekiel, while taller than Conri was actually a fighter that fought with finesse despite his large frame. His creative techniques and very long blade made him as difficult to handle as the Champion. The Angel of Death kept his hair short, even shorter as of recent in an attempt to make himself look less like his father. Dressed similarly to Conri one might think the two males had the same tailor.
Akassa was competitive with all she knew so she couldn’t help but smirk as the two simulated fighters take on their full shape. Ezekiel seemed bored already, looking around some as if he wasn’t impressed with the gravity chamber. Conri on the other hand smirked over at her, seeming anxious to start something…the blue hair fighter not one to sit idly. Hopping on the balls of her feet, her legs used to the new gravity she motions for them to come forward.
”Come on you two, both of you versus me.”
The two males looked at each other, Conri offering a shrug while Ezekiel did nothing. When Akassa signals she is ready for a second time Zeke motions for Conri to make the first move. Not seeming to mind the Champion leaps right for the Princess, leading with his left first. Never one to back down she braces herself as he comes in hard, his initial strike followed by a flurry of kicks and punches. With their power levels set at only ¾ of hers Akassa deftly handles the blows, smacking each one aside in turn or blocking them with an appendage of her own. As another jab comes in for her head Akassa snaps it to the side, letting the blow slide over her shoulder. Both her arms snap up to grab his forearm, twisting as she yanks and throws him over her shoulder. Not foolish enough to keep her back to Ezekiel she quickly starts to turn, just in time to catch boot across the face.
Through her many experiences in the field and training grounds the Princess had taken plenty of kicks across the face. Spinning with the blow she moves to the side some, quick footwork keeping her upright as she does. Pulling a 360 degree turn she then backpedals away from Zeke, her arms spreading out to the side as Ki blast forms in each. For his part Ezekiel comes after her, rushing towards her as she starts to back away. Akassa was quicker though, throwing both blasts towards him so that they both slam into his chest. The combined power of the two blasts was enough to send him tumbling backwards across the ground. Chuckling some the Princess whirls around again after catching a glimpse of Conri coming back towards her.
Again having launched himself at her the Champion leads with his extended foot this time, aiming for her chest. Grinning still Akassa allows the blow to land, the kick drawing a grunt from her as it slides her several feet across the floor. As it connects though her hands reach up to grab a hold of his ankle. Still having her balance the Princess starts to spin, gripping his shin and ankle tightly as she does. After two quick rotations she releases, letting the blue haired fight go sailing towards Ezekiel as he rose to his feet. Conri Lane was not capable of flight, but Akassa had sure helped him fly. The two males collide to go rolling across the tile floor with each other. Smirking she spreads her arms wide.
Both males grumbling they begin to rise to their feet, untangling from each other as they do. With a quick glance at each other the two males hop slightly apart from each other. Unlike the real Conri and Ezekiel, the simulated versions could fight perfectly in sync if they had to and against Akassa they were going to have to. With the simulator realizing the power limits she had requested were designed to force the fighters to work together it compensates. Conri dropped into a loose stance, one leg shifted slightly back behind the other. Zeke shifted his leg back slightly as he released the latch on his blade, other hand gripping the hilt. Looking to each other one last time the two warriors come at her in unison.
At the ready she does her best to follow them both as they approach, the two fighters spreading out slightly so that she cannot easily contain them within her field of vision. Knowing Ezekiel had his blade at the ready she shifts towards him first. Coming forward Zeke yanks his blade from its sheath like she had expected, but does not spin it around to slash at her. Instead he lowers his shoulder in an attempt to bulrush her, the Princess hands grabbing for him. The lowered shoulder was a distraction though, not having planned much with it besides distracting her so he can drive the hilt of his weapon up into her gut. Doubling over Akassa realizes her mistake far too late, the weapon already digging into her abdomen. She had originally planned to throw Ezekiel into Conri to take care of them both, but as the air leaves her lungs she feels Conri behind her.
His right arm hooks up under hers; yanking it up some as his other snakes around her neck. Yanking back he pulls Akassa upright as his arm around her neck tighten, starting to choke her. Having lost most of the air in her lungs from Ezekiel’s strike she didn’t have much left to work with. Knowing it would be useless to reach for him with her free hand she decides to use her legs. Shoving off the ground a little, mostly using her Bukujutsu, the Princess launches them both backwards. No sooner had their feet left the ground does she abandon the technique, letting them drop roughly to the floor. Her body slams onto his as they hit the ground, Akassa still caught in his odd hold.
Tilting her head up she manages to suck in a quick breath of air before he re-tightens the hold, giving her a bit more steam. Essentially on her back and looking up her eyes widen as Ezekiel was already descending towards her, both feet extended to drive down into her stomach. Akassa saw what they were trying to do. Both being weaker than her the pair was trying to deprive her of air, knowing full well that in most cases it didn’t matter how strong you were if you had no oxygen to fuel your body. Of course there were races that strategy would not work against, but Akassa was not one of them. Already struggling to breath with Conri latched onto her back she could not afford to let Zeke land his attack.
Lifting her free arm, palm open she levels it at his form as it drops towards her. Not sure if she could gather enough Ki to form a powerful enough blast to send him flying, she instead uses her mind. A kinetic blast ripples through the air to catching him and send him flipping back through the air, the extended arm needed to direct the blast even though it came from her mind. With a momentary reprieve against one of them she turns her attention to the one holding her. That same free arm, still extended, drives back hard to send her elbow into Conri’s ribs. The same blow was delivered three times in rapid succession, hitting remarkably close to the same spot each time. Grunts came from Conri on each of the blows, the tough fighter finally letting go of her after the third.
Rolling off of him and to the side, Akassa staggers back to her feet, off balance as she sucks in a deep breath of air. With her kinetic blast having done no real damage to Ezekiel she was not surprised as his running footsteps were already close, the taller fighter already on top of her.
At only 5’7 Akassa was over a foot shorter than him, his 6’9 frame coming in hard with an over handed slashing attack from his long blade. Having dealt with the weapon in the past she spreads her legs to brace herself as her right arm snaps up, the back of her forearm facing the onrushing blade. Ki flowed up her arm swirling into the form of her silver gauntlet just in time to intercept the blade. With her spread legged stance and sturdy gauntlet Akassa blocks the attack, obviously straining though as he presses down with the blade, knees bending. Not wanting to stay in this test of strength for long, his height a major advantage, the Princess lifts her left hand up below her other, palm facing his chest. With a wink she unleashes another kinetic blast to knock him away from her once more.
Going on the offensive for the first time the slightly faster Princess launches herself after him, using her Zenzoken to catch up to his form as he sails through the air. Grabbing for the front of his jacket she grabs on tight while her legs tuck up near her chest. With one violent jerk she snaps both legs forward and into the center of his body. The double kick sends Ezekiel slamming down into the floor below while his body acts like a diving platform for her, propelling her further up into the air. Hearing Zeke impact the ground she estimates she had bought herself some time to combat Conri.
As she had expected the Champion was back on his feet, but surprising had not come after her. Instead he stood with his hand extended towards her yet no Ki attack formed in his hand. The hair standing up on the back of her neck was the only warning the Princess received as a bolt of electricity lances down from above her.
Having seen this attack before, and fallen victim to it, Akassa jerks to the side to narrowly evade the strike. Again the hairs on her neck stood up as she drops and weaves aside again to dodge a second lightning bolt, able to feel the power in that one as it passes inches from her form. While quick enough to dodge the first two, she was not so lucky to avoid the third. Slamming into her shoulder the bolt runs its course through her body, her muscles forced to constrict as the shock passes through them. With a groan Akassa drops from the sky to land roughly on her side.
Not having taken many hits so far and thanks to their difference in power level Akassa was not disabled, her hands pressing to the tile as she begins to rise to her feet. Halfway up something suddenly yanks on her, ripping her towards Conri. Seeing and feeling nothing physically touching her, the Princess realizes he was using his psychokinetic powers to pull her towards him. Struggling against the invisible hold she manages to get her feet underneath her, pushing her heels against the ground as she raises her hand towards him, shoving back with her own mind. Canceling out his power with her one Akassa grits her teeth, feeling the strain on her mind as the two engage in a battle of psychokinetic strength.
Narrowing her eyes the warrioress knew she was the stronger of the two, knowing Conri was aware as well. With shove harder than those before it she rips through his grasp on her, staggering him a step before switching her tactic and yanking him towards her. Flailing some as he sails through the air at her, the male not able to fly, was at a disadvantage with his feet off the ground, unable to stop himself as she pulls him close before sending a right hook across his jaw. The power of the blow, one she had not held back sends the fighter skipping across the floor. Grinning wide as he slams into the side of the chamber Akassa felt this two versus one set up was turning out to be easier than she thought. Of course overconfidence had proved fatal for warriors countless times over the centuries and although it was not fatal today, Akassa would pay for it just the same.
Her grin evaporates with a hiss of pain a something cold and smooth drives through her left thigh, missing the bone, but biting deep into the muscle. Even as the blade stabbed through her a hand grabs a hold of the back of her jacket, Ezekiel NeCross right behind her. ”You didn’t wish for us to hold back correct?” Feeling warm blood running down her leg Akassa knew she was in trouble now. With her leg trapped on the blade and his free hand gripping her jacket she had few options to fight back without further damaging her own thigh. Not moving for a couple seconds, only glaring back at him over her shoulder the Princess thinks, scrambling to develop a plan to escape this predicament.
Not seeing much of an option Akassa summons her Ha-Ken over her left forearm as well, both hands not encased in a silver gauntlet. Reaching down she takes hold of the blade, clutching it as tightly as she can while the Ki solidified around her fingers protects them from its keen edge. With him close to her back she snaps her head back to slam it into the bridge of his nose once, then twice. Feeling his grip on her jacket loosen a little after the second headbutt Akassa shift some, wincing as it twists the blade a little, to send her right elbow back into the side of his head. The three consecutive blows to the skull were enough to stagger Ezekiel as she stumbles back some, clutching at his head.
Free of his grasp now, but with the blade still sticking through her leg, the Princess reaches down to slowly work it out of her thigh. Gritting her teeth the entire time she manages to pull it out, a steady flow of blood coming as the blade is finally worked free. Tossing the weapon to the side she glares at the recovering Ezekiel, her leg throbbing from the puncture wound. Lifting into the air with her bukujutsu she does not plan to set back down on the ground until the fight was done, her leg just couldn’t handle the stress that was need to fight while standing on it. Disarmed now Zeke shakes his head, blood running from his nose as he gathers his senses.
Rushing him the Princess launches a series of blows, mixing in kicks and punches to keep him on the defensive. Daring to glance behind her she saw Conri pulling himself from the crumbling wall which meant he would soon rejoin the fight. Continuing her attacks, attacking with her three appendages that were not injured, the damage starts to stack up. Each arm that Zeke did not block left a cut or slash somewhere on his form since both of her hands ended in clawed fingers. Never having used two Ha-Kens before Akassa made a note to try it in the field when the chance presented itself. Pressing her attack she could tell it was wearing him down, her higher speed and strength becoming more and more evident as she continued.
Sending her punches in a little wider each time the Princess gradually opens up his defense, his arms having to spread out more to block her attacks. When the opening was large enough her right leg snaps in, boot slamming up under Zeke’s chin. The blow of course launches him up into the air, but he does not get far as her hands clasp at one of his retreating ankles. Yanking down hard she slams him into the floor, the force of the slam causing Zeke’s body to create a crater in the floor. Hearing him groan weakly she felt he was finished, turning to see Conri pulling away from the wall. Panting some, having used plenty of energy herself, Akassa hovers in the air.
Rolling his shoulders Conri moves towards her, glancing to the blood running down the outside of her pants. The blade had missed the major artery in her leg, no doubt on purpose, so she wasn’t in any danger of bleeding out. Still the leg was no longer as useful as it had once been, Akassa not wanting to put much weight on it. Almost strolling towards her the Champion smirks, spreading his arms out some.
”You have improved Akassa, been practicing?
”Of course I have, I never stop Conri.” So into the fight Akassa doesn’t even stop to contemplate that she is talking to a simulation. In fact one might wonder why the simulation was even talking to her, but there was a logical explanation. Upon purchasing a simulator, at least on an individual level, the machine is calibrated to the person that will own it. To best function as a training device the system is set to understand and respond to how it believes its owner will think. In Akassa’s case it knew her aggressive fighting style and understood the relationship she had between those she used it to simulate. Even now it understood, or at least estimated how Conri Lane would act in this situation.
”I wouldn’t expect you too, always striving to impress your father aren’t you?”
Narrowing her eyes at that comment, her adrenaline no doubt contributing to her buying into his words the Princess charges him. Akassa did strive to impress her father, but all of her training was much deeper than just that. She had a duty to perform and the stronger she was the more fully she could perform it. On top of all that she wanted to be stronger, needed to be stronger than the next warrior. If Akassa had her was she would eventually be the strongest fighter in the Universe.
Coming at Conri it was the Princess now who attacked with a string of punches and kicks, still not using her wounded leg. In flurry she struck out at him landing several glancing blows, but never actually getting in a solid hit. Hissing in frustration Akassa send in another punch with the intention of pulling it up short, grabbing a hold of the Champions forearm. Gripping tightly she pulls him forward, sending a sharp kick up under his ribs. Hearing the satisfying sound of air rushing from his lungs she uses her bukujutsu to raise higher into the air, taking Conri with her.
Lifting several dozen feet into the air Akassa then suddenly shifts her direction, dropping back down towards the floor as she clutches Conri’s arm. Pulling him in front of her, placing his body between hers and the rapidly approaching for the Princess braces for impact. To his credit the blue haired half-saiyan pummels her on the way down, sending painful punches and elbows into her body with his free hand. Having been prepared for that Akassa grunts with each blow, taking them in exchange for what she was about to do to him. Tucking her shoulder to put it against his chest as they drop she also tucks her head to protect it from hitting the floor. Less than half a second later the two half-saiyans drive hard into the tiled floor, Conri’s back leading the way.
Tile and dust erupt as the pair slam into the ground, a small crunching sound coming from somewhere in Conri’s chest. Akassa lands on him, her charging shoulder most likely what draws the sickening sound from her opponent. With a groan she shoves up off him, staggering up to her feet as she looks down at him with a smirk. Coughing some the simulated Conri spits out a little blood, offering her a frustrating wink before the image flickers from existence. Snorting some Akassa lets out a deep breath her gauntlets disappearing as her shoulders slump some. The two of them had only been 75% of her maximum weighted power, but they had definitely pushed her. In the future Akassa planned to give much more credit to anyone she saw fighting two foes, even if they were weaker then themselves.
Walking her way up out of the small crater their impact had created Akassa heads for the door. Several steps away from the cracked portion of the tile pain explodes in the small of her back. With a pained groan the Princess arches some as she drops to her knees. Something hard then smacks her across the back of the head to drop her the rest of the way to her stomach. Feeling a little nauseous from the blow to the head she starts to shove back up when a boot plants itself on her back, shoving her back down. As the foot presses her down the end of a long blade stabs into the tile inches from her face.
”I could have hit you with this yah know, should be more careful Akassa”
Clenching her jaw Akassa should have known better to count Ezekiel out from before, she had not actually checked to make sure the simulation had been defeated. Zeke himself was not a cheap fighter and probably would not have hit her in the back like that, but the simulation was designed to test her as much as simulate others. The machine had taken the liberty to deviate from the path in order to further test the Princess. Yanking his sword free from the ground Ezekiel steps away from her, backing up slowly.
Eyes narrowed the Princess shoves back to her feet, her lower back still burning from what she can only assume was the pummel of his blade slamming into it. Rolling her shoulders Akassa forms Ki gauntlets over both her forearms once more as Zeke lifts his blade. In all honesty her Ha-Ken technique had been developed to counter his weapon along with any others she might come across. Slowly circling with him the Princess looks him over, seeing he was still in rough shape from her assault before. Even so, thanks to his sneak attack, she was probably just as bad off, her thigh still bleeding as well. Hands lifting Akassa rushes for him.
Leading with a right, the talons on her gauntlet slash for him, his long blade snapping up to deflect them. The sharp claws scrap along the blade sending a couple of sparks flying in their wake. Next Ezekiel sends in a series of strikes with Muramasa, the long blade coming in much faster than one might think capable. The back of her gauntlets meet the blade as it slashes for her body, the weapon bouncing over the hardened Ki on the back of her forearms. Starting to grin again, the Princess enjoying the fight despite the fact she was tired. For several minutes the two exchange similar blows as they square off against each other. Not being a simulation Akassa felt herself getting winded though as time rolled on.
Her arms tiring, the Princess knows she needs to put some distance between them. Blocking another attack Akassa then shifts to the side, grabbing for his blade with her other hand. Clutching the weapon she quickly steps back in, twisting some as she does. Hip up against the edge of the sword she sends her elbow back into Ezekiel’s face. With a groan his head snaps back as he staggers a step. Smirking Akassa twists back the way she had come, yanking the sword free of his grasp again. Spinning away she flips the sword to catch in by the hilt.
Shaking his head, eyes watering a little from the elbow Ezekiel drops to the ground, pressing his palms down to the floor. With a though he sends a ripple of through the ground, the tile floor ripping up as it rolls towards her. Recognizing his mater materialization technique Akassa jumps, rolling to the side to avoid the up heaving earth. Hopping back to her feet she quickly stumbles as pain spikes through her wounded thigh. Hissing some she drops into another roll as another wave of tile launches in her direction.
Instead of trying to get back to her knees this time the Princess rolls up to her knees, able to support herself in that position. As she does her right arm snaps forward, tossing his blade like a spear towards him. Eyes wide Ezekiel grabs for it, but just isn’t fast enough as the weapon bites into his side, the blade stabbing straight through. Shoving up to her feet as Zeke drops to his knees Akassa move towards him. Clutching at his side the male chuckles a little, slowly nodding his head.
”Tricky Akassa…but well played. You are getting stronger, Conri was right.”Dropping back onto his side Ezekiel shrugs a little, as if it didn’t really matter. ”Until next time. With that the simulated Zeke shimmers and fades just like Conri had. With the second and last opponent defeated the simulation ends. Along with it the gravity in the room returns to normal.
Almost having forgotten about the increased gravity Akassa lets out a sigh, her body feeling more relaxed without the extra force pulling down on it the Princess takes a moment. Looking around the room everything had returned to normal, the various craters and hole in the wall having disappeared with the end of the situation. Slowly turning she was again impressed with the technology that she owned. Akassa lived in an age of technology that was for sure, but she did not use it often. For the most part she trusted in herself over anything else, preferring to use her strength before anything else.
Still…it had its uses. Snorting some Akassa heads for the door a slight limp in her step from the still fresh puncture wound in her thigh. As she hobbles out of the chamber she lets her aura and Ki gauntlets dissipate, no longer needing either. Looking at her hand, Akassa clenches her hand into a fist. She was getting stronger…she could feel it. She had no aspirations of the throne, but she did want power. Grinning some the Princess knew she was well on the way, in time she would pass the other members of her family, she would be the strongest Hattori.