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Post by Man on Mar 18, 2014 19:23:01 GMT -5
Match Found."Haha! It works!" the scientist cheered. His hands and legs were sprawled up frantically while he spun around the single axis of his chair. Ivan had been fidgeting around with the simulator for days now. There was rumor about some exclusive hidden feature briefly mentioned in this week's issue of Science Time's Magazine. Now anyone could have simply asked any technician for a free upgrade, but -being a scientist- it would hurt his pride to rely on someone else's work. Yes, he would have to solve the mystery for himself. He solved it. Suddenly, his knee rams against the corner of his cubicle. Thud! Ivan grew teary eyed and winced while holding onto his knee. The pain was dull and chronic, the most mundane yet obnoxious injury of all. But Ivan was no warrior; to him, getting hit in the knee was akin to fighting the most epic battle of his life. Where the fate of the universe lie in balance. The Doctor sneaked up behind him while Ivan muttered a dozen sins under his breath. "What's all the commotion for?" the faithful assistant inquired. His voice was slurred like a snake, unlike Ivan who appeared more humanoid in appearance and sounded like a young adult. Then, a hand balled into a fist struck down against the table; shaking both it and The Doctor's frail heart. The Doctor gasped and took a step back, hissing with disdain at his colleague's recklessness. His tongue slithered out his muzzle and eyes narrowed like a predator -or a domesticated cat that has gone feral. "I'll tell you what!" the scientist exclaimed. His head turned to meet his companion eye to eye with a grin ranging from ear to ear. "I'm a genius! That's what!" The Doctor's gaze eased and straightens up to a stoic composure. Raising his clawed hand just below his snout, he projects an audible jugular sound pertaining from the throat. MHMMM...Ivan frowns. "Don't you get it?" the scientist turns around and goads him to follow towards the controls. "Come here, I'll show you. -Model Zero!" Ivan's voice booms from the speakers. Man raises his head in attention. He had been waiting patiently within the training chamber, equipped with Saber and Pistol at all times, and rigged with aesthetically pleasing weights that weld with his red armor. "It's time Zero. Prepare yourself, for you are about to battle against a simulation like no other. This challenger had been selected at random from a far away place. He may be represented here as a simulation, but his power and skill are imitated down to the last detail." Man nodded. In his right hand, he held the handle of his saber which then manifested into bits and pieces of data, conglomerated into an energy blade. The edge hummed in its green and glowing hue. However, the person who accepted their petition for battle would not witness the ki blade just as Zero does. The person wouldn't see Zero either, if not, a representation of his being expressed in another's embodiment. Just as the stage morphed from the ground up, Zero's appearance changed. By the time his opponent was made visible, the android appeared much more human than he naturally seemed. His body was now significantly taller and fuller, mutating into a curvaceous figure. His chest expanded before him and his armor vanished, and in its place, black and white garments. His long hair dropped freely just above his waist, now black and shinning brilliantly in the light. Even his weapons changed; although, his saber was still a sword and his pistol was still a gun. The android, hearing the footsteps of the stranger, lifts his head up and observes through the glimmering blue eyes of another's body. The Doctor stares at his colleague, speechless. "I didn't choose the avatar!" Ivan exclaimed. [Model Zero's Avatar for the duration of this fight: 2.bp.blogspot.com/-8oqx10o_MSc/Ua_I9DkLLSI/AAAAAAAABAc/vavmD8PTH9Q/s1600/294372.png ]
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 18, 2014 22:34:57 GMT -5
Akassa’s fingers danced over the keyboard of her simulator, the monitor flashing through several screens as she does. Today was an interesting day; she was going to test out the match making system within her simulator. She had read about the feature upon purchasing the machine, but had never actually used it. The way the manual described it was that the simulator searched wirelessly for another simulator of the same model that was also in the que. Once a match was found the two rooms were connected, a projection of each fighter being displayed in the others chamber. The machine created an avatar for you complete with an altered voice so that it could protect its owner’s identify. Quite curious as to what other creatures owned this technology and how strong they might be Akassa just couldn’t help herself. With several more keystroke she set the gravity to 20 times its normal level, stepping away to the center of the room as the surrounding area began to flicker.
Rolling her neck the first thing she noticed was the change in her “appearance.” Her tradition garb was replaced with strange leather heavy outfit. Her tank top remained, although it shifted to a pure white compared to its usual black. Her weighted jacket was replaced by a black sleeveless vest that dipped rather low in her opinion, revealing some of her slightly larger chest. Snorting some she felt long black hair tumble down her back, also the opposite of hers that was usually kept pinned to her head. A pair of leather gloves formed over her hands, as well as black boots and leather shorts. Not used to having her legs so bare she was glad when to leather flaps drop down from the belt around her waist, offering her some more cover. As for her scouter it disappeared completely, nothing visible on her face. The last thing to shimmer into view was a red ribbon around her left bicep. Not sure of the point in that little detail she shrugs, the ribbon reminding her of those she had seen people wearing on Earth in remembrance of a lost friend.
Akassa’s current avatar - www.comicvine.com/images/1300-3423201
With her transformation complete her opponent would finally come into view, a woman surprisingly enough. The thought it might truly be a man, or android in this case, didn’t even cross her mind. Smirking some at her opponent, one that she sensed no energy from, her eyes would dart to the numbers flashing before her eye. This woman across from her was weaker than she was, the Princess’ smirk only widening some. Were most people in the universe weaker than she was…most likely. The prideful thought quickly passed though, not completely sure if her opponent was masking her Ki in any way. Regardless of her true power level, the sword and pistol were dangerous weapons. Scanning them over for a moment she then meets the girl’s eye.
”I am ready to begin when you are.” Even her voice was different, higher pitched then her normal one. Not liking that Akassa figured she wouldn’t be talking much anyway. As they stood there across from each other area around them was not so static. It shifted from the plain white room it had been to a fast expanse of rock and dirt, the landscape littered with various size stones. Some were small pebbles while some were boulders the size of buildings. Anxious Akassa didn’t really even look around, her focus was the woman across from her, not the landscape.
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Post by Man on Mar 19, 2014 20:35:19 GMT -5
Zero's calculating eyes descended upon a human female wearing black and white clothing, gloves, and a red strap tied around her arm. She was unarmed, although the numbers displayed across his scouter lens were astoundingly superior to his own. He would need all of his strength just to keep up, and even then it was far too low -not to mention his performance would be hindered by his heavy weights and the increased gravity. Man was grievously outmatched, but that never stopped him from trying before. Time after time he had fought nothing but powerful warriors whom could overwhelm him in less than a dream's second. Model Zero knew the outcome even before stepping up, but before he can win he must fail a thousand times. The android would attempt something a bit more deceptive this time. Instead of jumping straight into override mode, he decided to stay at base power-level and goad his opponent into matching his strength. After all, they were both in the simulator because they wished to spar with another being. She would either end it quickly or lower herself to his level in order to reap the most out of this exercise. Then, when she is comfortable, Zero would instantly spike up and surprise her.
With his plan thought out and processed thoroughly -it was all he could really do- the android, appearing a normal woman like his opponent, spread his legs, adapting a battle-ready stance. His face was stoic, cold and emotionless; however, his avatar looked at the opponent with a defying and loud stare, lips curled up seductively. He stared at the woman attentively for nearly a full minute, complete silence as the simulated breeze drives a cloud of dust rolling across their feet and Zero's elegantly black hair dances. It was so sudden; almost random, when Zero's body leaned forward, shifting his weight to the right, his silhouette vanished with the wind, leaving nothing but the print of his foot engraved into the red soil. His low and rough grunt was now high-pitched and soft.
Chances were, the android was not moving at the speed he thought he was. Regardless, he skidded over the dirt as rapidly as the environment allowed, sprinting around his opponent as if bound to the center by a some kind of gravitation pull. The ground jumps at his wake, leaving a trail of dust clouds rising behind him. Zero aims his pistol at the opponent and shoots a ballad of energy bullets one after the other as he orbits around her. Each bullet, disguised as ordinary metallic bolts, were capable of piercing through her skin; however, with her power-level she was perhaps more than capable of dodging each one or even deflecting them. He wouldn't be surprised if they only bounced off her. At this point, they served nothing more than icebreakers or distractions, a way to feel her up and get a sense for her abilities.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 22, 2014 22:21:02 GMT -5
Standing in silence Akassa did not move, her eyes remaining on the woman across from her. The Princess was unsure why the girl hesitated for so long, was she thinking something over or lacking the confidence to attack? As the artificial wind blew her own dark locks tossed in the wind, the two leather flaps that were part of her newly acquired outfit stirring as well. Normally she was an aggressive fighter and almost always the one to go on the offensive first, but she had already stated she would wait until her opponent was ready. Allowing herself to relax her power remained at just about 63,000 due to the dampening effect of her training weights. The one across from her was only sporting a power level of 13,000, the Princess quite unimpressed at the moment. This simulator was supposed to help her train, but what use was it if it only matched her up against weak foes?
Rolling her neck a little to ease the tension in her muscles, Akassa almost getting to the point of sending a Ki blast towards the girl just to get things started. Luckily she didn’t have to wait much longer before the weapon wielding female burst into action, sprinting towards then around her in a circle. The quick movement kicked up an obnoxious amount of dust from the dry ground as it slowly began to rise in the air. As the girl circled the Princess turns with her so that she was able to keep her eyes on her, smirking some as the gun is leveled in her direction. When the shots came they were not hard to avoid. All that was required of Akassa was to step quickly this way and that, dust rising from her feet as she removes herself from the path of each projectile. Not impressed she figured it was time to actually test this girl and see if she was wasting her time with this fight.
Still making sure to avoid any bullets that might come her way the Princess also moves towards her foe as Ki channels down her left arm. The energy quickly gathered as a long whip formed around her wrist, extending far beyond that of her normal reach. Lashing out with her arm Akassa aims the weapon to snap around the woman’s ankle. Looking to grab a hold her opponent she would then yank hard with the hopes of pulling the girl right off her feet. At more than four times the other girls power the yank was most likely more then enough to take her from her feet and toss her light looking body through the air. If the attack was successful she did not plan to press her attack just yet. Akassa herself did not always walk around at her full power so perhaps this one didn’t either. Standing her ground after her attack the Princess had a little more patience to offer. If the attack with her whip was not successful then she would continue to dodge the shots, making it apparent that they were not on the same level.
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Post by Man on Mar 22, 2014 23:08:20 GMT -5
Zero ran with all the speed he could muster; however, he was not moving as fast as he thought he was. Although he moved a lot faster than an average person, his body was heavy and his steps left deep marks on the rich soil. Even his hair proved to be a hindrance as it pointed towards the ground and whipped his back during the violent movements. The woman stood silently and unimpressed with his display. She dodged his deadly bullets with painful ease, but it was expected. Zero glanced at the numbers in his scouter. It rested at exactly 63,000. She wasn't lowering her power-level, in fact, she was attacking him instead. The woman rushed forward, dodging all of his bullets flawlessly and formed a long energy whip.
Man halts. His feet drag against the dirt in the attempt as he gathers the momentum to jump out of the way. Despite his efforts, his body was much too heavy -especially with the increased gravity. The woman's whip snaps tightly around his ankle and she hurls him into the air with little to no resistance. Model Zero was like a rag-doll launched into the sky. Airborne, he was completely defenseless and useless, yearning to for land. If his opponent decided to whip him in the air, there would be little he could do to stop her. The android spread his limbs, body facing the woman as his chest suddenly opens. Regardless, because their real bodies were concealed behind their respective avatars, his attack was also concealed from the woman below. From her perspective, Zero was just free-falling without a care in the world. She probably started wondering whether the he was just playing around with her.
It wasn't until the android's bosom began to emit a faint glow that she would realize something was up. Soon after, dozens of energy spheres burst from his chest in a sporadic barrage. The attack's range was wide and rapid, cascading down into the ground and lifting more dirt into the air; a thick cloud of dust spanned above the ground. Knowing his attacks were pretty useless, this tactic would allow him to land without being seen. After-all, he was oblivious to the scouter his opponent wore under the veil of her simulation.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 22, 2014 23:58:51 GMT -5
As the android flew through the air Akassa just watched with no intention of attacking. The woman’s arms and legs spread out in an attempt to slow her momentum as she fell, the actual attack that was initiated shielded at first by the illusion over Zero’s body. Arms down at her sides the Princess could have attacked again at anytime but she doesn’t, eyeing the woman with a bored expression on her face. Boredom changed to confusion as the girl’s chest started to glow. Well aware that was not normal, at least in Saiyan or Human females, she raises an eyebrow wondering if it was supposed to be some sort of distracting technique…an odd one at that. The energy spheres that launched out of her opponents bosom quickly clarified things for her. Akassa’s own Ki blasts usually generated from her hands, but she supposed it wouldn’t be impossible to send one out of her chest even if it wasn’t the traditional method of delivery.
The spheres never even came close to her, instead striking the ground before her to send up even more dust. A little frustrated with the lack of a true challenge and with the amount of dust already filling the area around them, Akassa snorts. Focusing her mind the Princess unleashes three quick psychokinetic blasts at the cloud in front her, the wide waves of mental energy pushing aside the floating particles with ease. Unsure if she had hit the woman, not really having aimed for her, the cover that had just been created was gone. Narrowing her eyes at wherever Zero might be after her kinetic blasts the Princess’ displeasure was obvious. Arms still hanging at her sides her body language quite plainly conveyed the lack of interest she had in the fight so far. Whoever this woman was she didn’t seem that serious about fighting, unless this truly was her limit.
”I suggest that you call upon any reserves you might have, otherwise I will be leaving. I do not mean to offend you, but if this is your true power then there is no point in us sparring together. What you see right now is my minimum and if your maximum is so far below that…you are wasting my time.” The softer voice the simulation had given her sounded far less confident than her normal one. Still, she hoped her point had gotten through for she was quite serious. With such a difference in their current power signatures there was nothing to be gained from this session, she would have been better off fighting against Ninjin.
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Post by Man on Mar 23, 2014 1:05:58 GMT -5
The energy spheres pounded against the ground one after the other. Model Zero dove into the cloud of debris. The wind rushed against him with a muffling sound. His scouter beeps, indicating his opponents position in relation to his and he pivots his body's course towards her with his sword extended. The android intended to use the clouds to his advantage and pierce the woman with the tip of his saber. The sword's thin edge sliced through the wind and accelerated his fall without much resistance. Then, all of a sudden, an invisible force parts the clouds and brings his descend to a staggering halt. Model Zero recognized the technique from his previous encounter with Conri Lane. The saiyan had unleashed an odd power which he could not detect, and just like before, it sent him sprawling back.
The android curls into a somersault in midair to catch himself in the fall. Landing on his feet, he crouches down and props his hand on the ground with the other raised up in case the woman was pursuing him. However, his scouter indicated absolutely no variations in her position. The woman stood in the exact same spot as she had been and soon enough the cloud of debris swayed to her invisible blasts and dissipated. At the other side of the thick sheet of dirt, his opponent was revealed, staring at him with eyes full of contempt. Man stood up from his squat as the woman expressed her dissatisfaction. It was when she threatened to leave that Zero realized she was not going to match his power-level as expected. The scientists would be very unhappy if she had left. They had just gotten started. The android looked at her steadily, lowering his blade beside him as he contemplates. The breeze rolls past them between the silence.
Before long, Man concurred. He embedded his saber into the ground and stowed his gun away to keep his hands free. He needn't waste time or the saber would deactivate and the handle would fall to the ground. To the woman, it would appear as if he were just prospecting his arms, but he was really unbinding the heavy weights adapted to his gauntlets. He took them off one at a time and then removed the ones on his legs. The transparent things dropped to the ground, lifting dust at its wake. Thud!
Model Zero's power-level spiked to 29,487 in an instant. He could feel the difference immediately. Free from his shackles, he could move much faster, even under the influences of the gravity chamber. Next, he pulls out his energy sword and runs after her. Because he was still gravely outmatched, the woman would've probably kept her guard down. Two yards away, staring straight into the woman's eyes, his simulated blue pupil glow a surprisingly teal hue. The gem of his forehead did so as well, but she could not see that. It was Zero's bizarre eyes which would distract his opponent as he ascended into his Override mode without so much as a warning. His power-level spiked up to full power at 58,974. His performance sky-rocketed in an instant. They were now perfectly matched for the battle; a moment later, the android's teal eyes reverted to their black pools -which appeared to be blue to her- as he lunged forward, slashing his blade diagonally across the woman's chest.
Whether he missed or not, he would continue to attack her with lightning fast thrusts of the saber; targeting limbs, thighs, obliques, anything to cripple her performance. The sword was a dangerous weapon. Unlike the fist, it cuts through flesh and severs the body useless if swung the right way. One can endure many blows to the head, but a blade can end the life in a single thrust. However, Zero was skilled with the blade. His attacks were not fatal, although they would certainly injure her if not careful, the fight could end a lot sooner than anticipated.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 23, 2014 13:06:56 GMT -5
Close to being fed up with all this Akassa let her head tilt to the side some, dark bangs sliding part her eyes as she did. It was odd to appear as a woman she was not even if there were similarities between the two. The outfit she now “wore” was not something she couldn’t completely disagree with, the simplicity of it made movement easy and the leather flaps worked well to hide certain leg movements. Sadly there had not been much of an opportunity to test out its usefulness against her current opponent, the woman again having paused across from her. No response had come from her statement, at least not an audible one as the female started to adjust her outfit along her arms and legs. Did she care more about her appearance than the fact she had been unable to match Akassa in anyway? Snorting some the Princess was quite surprised when her scouter beeps as the woman’s signature jumps to over 29,000.
Keeping her head cocked almost playfully to the side as the saber wielding fighter rushes straight forward Akassa wondered what advantage the girl had thought she gained. Sure her power had increased, but it was still below half of her own. If this woman thought that such an increase was going to make a difference she was sorely mistaken. Still in her causal stance the Princess waits as her foe draws near, an unimpressed expression still on her face. The shift in the girl’s eyes color was a curious thing although it seems to have no purpose. Confident in her ability to handle anything that might be thrown at her Akassa had still not reacted when her scouter beeps for a second time as the woman’s power doubles, finally drawing quite close to her own. Far to close now for a proper counter attack she was forced to go on the defensive, her fit body arching back some to narrowly avoid the slash aimed at her chest.
The assault did not end with only the one swipe of the woman’s blade. Forced to backpedal, Akassa twist and jerks numerous times, each time that blade closer and closer to striking her. After half a dozen strikes Model Zero finally manages to connect, the tip of his saber slicing across the Princess’ thigh at mid level, drawing a hiss of pain from the woman. Despite the attacks being directed at her and the shallow cut across her thigh, Zero might find it odd that she finally looked entertained. Grinning now, Akassa was glad to finally have an opponent that could test her. Not wanting to suffer another slash across her leg like that, something to deep would be limiting to her movement; the Princess finally delivers a counter attack. As she had been doing her best to dodge his attacks she had also been channeling Ki into her right arm. With sufficient energy all it took was a thought to activate her Ha-Ken, a gauntlet made of Ki taking shape over her forearm.
Snapping that arm across in front of her it intercepts the woman’s blade, the reinforced back of the gauntlet more than enough to handle the condensed energy of the saber. Momentarily locked up with the woman Akassa grins over her arm at her. ”Finally, I was hoping you were not as weak as your appeared.” With that she would shove back hard in an attempt to create some distance between the two of them. If able to do so her other hand would then lash out, a second gauntlet having taken the place of the whip there moments before, her short statement having bought enough time to create the second weapon. Given the opportunity she would go on the offensive now, slashing in with the sharp claws of her gauntlets to test the sword skills of this woman, a wide grin still on her face.
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Post by Man on Mar 23, 2014 14:16:23 GMT -5
The android, always stoic himself, did not stop to wonder about the grin on the woman's face. However, his will was expressed through the body of another as his energy blade flashed at blinding speeds. He returned the grin with a defiant smirk -not Zero, but his reflection. His true expressions hidden under the visage of the woman representing him with her black hair and cool blue eyes. The clothes he wore, the pants and the black jacket, were perhaps a bit more restricting than her opponent's skirt. The woman was able to dodge his first thrust, even with all the suddenness of his actions, and then continued to evade his rapid strokes. His opponent had skill. That much was evident. She wasn't just some woman with power, she knew how to tame that strength and control her body.
Then, at that last thrust; moments after injuring her thighs, the woman raises her arm high to block Zero's blade. Her arm was enveloped in condense energy, in the form of gauntlets with sharp talons replacing her fingers. Zero's saber struggled, halted by her defenses as she spoke. Hmph! Of course, the android would not respond. He did not understand why one would delve in conversation during the middle of a battle. Speaking would be wasted energy with no real purpose. The woman shoves his sword with her gauntlet. Zero leaps back with the motion, allowing some distance between them. Promptly after, the woman lunges at him with another clawed gauntlet attached to the hand which previously wielded a whip.
Model Zero steadies his blade and deflects her attack with an intercepting thrust of his saber. The two soon engage in a series of light-footed movements and expeditious strikes as they traversed the mountainous regions, exchanging swift blows with the end of their razor-sharp weapons. The sound of clashing blades fill the range with their cries. Ching! Chang! Zero ducks under her claws, jumps back and slashes diagonally to block the second. He then jumps forward, just over the woman's head with a downward thrust to meet her claws as he lands at the other side. The marathon continues incessantly with hidden tricks and concealed movements.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 23, 2014 23:09:08 GMT -5
Trading blows with the woman, Akassa was enjoying herself now as she slashed away at her foe. Blow after blow rang out between the two combatants as her claws slammed into his blade. The two were for all tense and purposes on the same level, each wielding a close combat weapon and both capable of firing attacks from afar. The Princess herself preferred close combat and if she could help it planned to stay on top this woman. When fighting Akassa always drew in close to her opponent; not afraid to take a hit if she could deliver one in exchange. The fact this woman was wielding a sword made things a little more difficult since she could not afford to take even glancing blows from the potentially deadly weapon. Of course this was a simulation so she had the ability to end it with a few words, but a sword through the stomach or chest could still prove very fatal.
Missing with a right handed slash, her Ki covered fingers only slicing air, Akassa was forced to shift so she could bring her other arm up above her head to smack aside the strike that came from the impressively acrobatic woman. Once Model Zero’s feet touched down the dance started anew as the two fighters dropped right back into their pattern of attacking and parrying. Up came a slash from her right hand and the black hair woman responded perfectly, shifting her body just enough so that her claws again cut nothing but air. So fluid was the shift that the girl used the momentum to send in another slash for Akassa’s chest, but it was again smacked aside by the second gauntlet. In reality Model Zero was the more skilled fighter when it came to a fight like this, having had much more practice with his weapon in close combat, while her gauntlets were relatively new to her. The Princess had only recently adapted her list of techniques to handle opponents with bladed weapons, credit going to Ezekiel NeCross’s and his prowess with a blade.
Even though she may have lacked the flowing motions this woman possessed she was no novice to combat. Feeling neither of them gaining ground with their current tactics Akassa would throw in a small curveball, hoping to catch her foe off guard. With a purposefully missed strike and another parry of that deadly blade Akassa snaps forward, looking to drive her forehead straight into the shorter girl’s. Quite tough despite her lithe frame she was confident it was going to rattle the woman, but unfortunately for her the simulator was deceptive. Little did Akassa know she was actually going to be driving her head into the helmet of an android, not the warm flesh covered skull of a human. The blow might still rattle Model Zero even if it wasn’t as effective as it might be against a completely organic creature, but Akassa was going to feel the blow as well. Should the head butt actually stagger him the Princess would lean back as her foot comes up to plant a kick in the female’s stomach.
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Post by Man on Mar 24, 2014 11:27:00 GMT -5
Slash. Hack. Jump. Crouch. Thrust and evade. The sword was his instrument, the woman his companion; as their blades clashed a symphony was born and they danced within the deep fissures between the mountain sides. They were oblivious to their surroundings, only focused on the fight in hand and the opponent standing before him. They fought in a dark and shadowy place with only spare rays of sunlight leaking from the cracks above like a canopy from the vast deciduous forests; except barren, without plant-life, and full of scorching rocks and dry wind picking up dust from the desolate ground. The dark valley was illuminated by the swift strikes of their blades colliding in the shadows. The steel-like sound reverberated off the walls and projected for miles to come; however, in a simulated world, there was nobody to hear the cries of their dance.
At last, one has broken the monotony of their ballad as the woman bends over and rams her forehead into Zero’s. The android was caught off-guard, never expecting such a bizarre tactic; perhaps if she knew how he truly looked, she might’ve thought twice before making such a rash decision. The woman’s forehead slammed into the android’s robust head armor. His body rattles and his head bobs back in mercy of the force upon him. She would have certainly felt bruised after such a hit; however, she successfully threw him off balance. Normally, Zero would be able to dismiss such a tactic, but the gravity was so much more intense than he could bear.
Then, before he had time to retaliate, the women leaned back and plant the sole of her foot onto his chest. He felt nothing, though his body jerked vigorously in response to the force and propelled him crashing into the side of one of the large mountains which helped form the valley in which they fought. The android lay with his hands spread apart on the cold rocky surface. His figure carved into the side of the mound. He inspects his condition and appraises the strength of the rubble that held him confined to the wall like a prisoner as he pulls his arm out and climbs out of the crater. He had an idea.
A smirk curls up his sly simulated face, provocative and confident. Model Zero would lure her in. It wasn’t hard either, the woman would come in after him soon enough, but he needed to hide his intentions and make it less apparent. With a fair amount of distance between the two, the android takes out his gun and begins to shoot in hopes of crippling her in some kind of way. He aimed for the shoulders, thighs, feet, anything to keep her on her toes. With his long distance attacks, the woman would yearn to get closer.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 24, 2014 21:14:30 GMT -5
What the… Akassa’s head drove into the forehead of her foe, but instead of the familiar feel of another’s head she would groan out deeper than usual after delivering such a blow. It felt as if she had driven her forehead into the helmet of a ship’s pilot, not at all what she had been expecting upon originating her attack. Regardless of the throbbing in her slightly reddened forehead the blow staggered her opponent, leaving the woman open for the strong kick that came next. As Model Zero launched backwards into the mountain behind him Akassa takes a moment, shaking her head to try and dull the slight ringing in her ears from the impact. Blinking she looked to the mountainside, rocks tumbling down its slope after being shaken loose by the impact. Through the pain of what was going to be a bruise soon enough the Princess wondered how it had felt to the exceptionally hard headed girl that now rested in a pile of rock.
Perhaps it was the blow to the head, but a small revelation came to her in that moment. Her own simulator had shifted her appearance, shielded it in an illusion as to protect her royal identity from whomever it was she might be matched up against. Feeling quite foolish she realized there was a good chance her opponent’s machine had done the same thing, protecting her true identity as well. Of course she had no idea the woman across from her was actually a machine, on top of that a machine that had been spying on her for a short while during her time on Alpha Prime. Shaking her head one more time as the throbbing of her forehead turned into a dull ache she lifts from the ground. Floating towards her foe’s tomb of stone she eyes the exact spot in which the girl’s body had disappeared, her scouter letting her know the fighters power signature was still as strong as ever.
Before she had made much progress in her approach the raven haired female pulls herself from the stone, staggering back up to her feet. Shots from the woman’s pistol reassured Akassa that her opponent was far from being done. Glad to reengage Akassa rockets towards her, spinning and weaving through the air to avoid the blast that came in her direction. As she drew close the shots became more frequent and harder to maneuver around. Having dipped low below one such shot the next came too quickly, a quick trigger finger making it impossible to avoid. Not wanting a bullet to the face she snaps her arms up, expecting her gauntlets to deal with the projectile just fine. Upon impact though the “bullet” exploded, the shots not exactly what they had seemed which was no doubt another feature of the simulator. The small explosion disrupts her bukujutsu as she drops from the air, hitting the stone hard as she bounces once then twice, still coming towards the gun slinger.
Not afraid to be roughed up she would just roll with the rough landing, managing to activate her flying technique after the second skip across the stone so that she pulls back into the air slightly. Dirty now and with a cry she moves as fast as she is capable of in this state, looking to slam shoulder first into the woman. Both her arms, still covered in gauntlets from fingertip to elbow, she keeps them slightly raised in preparation of defecting her targets sword. To stab at her with the weapon was the most predictable counter Akassa figured the woman might try and although she didn’t mind taking a hit, she did not want a saber through anything vital as she attempts to barrel right into the female, driving her back into the mountain she had just pulled herself from.
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Post by Man on Mar 24, 2014 23:31:49 GMT -5
Zero's energy bullets whizzed past the woman faster than ever with his increased strength. However, the woman was skillful and agile as she took flight in the air, she evaded almost every single bullet except that particular one which made its way to her gauntlets. She was lucky, as that bullet would have pierced through her head like any other bullet, but the heat of his gauntlets nullified it and caused it to detonate instead. The short explosion seemed to have taking her off balance and the airborne warrior descended, grinding into the hard and cold ground her body jagged and rebounded abruptly as she skidded over the barren land of the desert valley. Now? the android thought, tempted in setting his plan into motion. Having her low on the ground would have been perfect for what he had in mind, but some sort of divine intervention advised him to be patient and wait for the perfect moment, and so it was...
According to plan, the woman was rushing across the battlefield with head held high and a loud roar from her lungs, which ransacked the entire mountain. Zero smirked, giving the woman that diva-like grin paired with the look of death as she grew ever so nearer. His opponent was going to try and ram against him and pin him back into the wall. Zero stopped to think about the best course of action and finally concluded that he would just take it. He would accept the woman's tackle and have her plant her shoulder against his chest and drive him back into the mountain side he had just crawled out of. He could have easily evaded it, he had plenty of time for it, but it would not serve his purpose. As the warrior woman struck him as intended, the android would reach out with his hand and grab onto her, bringing her along with him. The mountains roared like thunderclouds. They were burried deep and and Zero had taken in the brunt of the attack -nothing but an annoyance to a being who could not feel pain.
If he had suceeded in his plans, the android would now have the woman locked close to him; wrapping his bladed hand around her arm, she would have been relatively motionless. Their faces only inches apart, Akassa would see nothing but Zero's cold blue and soulless eyes as his forehead began to glow a bright teal color; the gem. Suddenly, the woman would feel increasingly weak -as if life itself was being sucked out of her. Model Zero was using his Energy Absorption technique to sap the energy out of her and take it for his own. It was a hard thing to pull off considering he needed to be in close-proximity with his opponent and still enough to focus. During the process the android could not do anything else and he was susceptible to attacks. However, the woman would find it increasingly hard to do anything about it as she loses the very will to fight. Thus was Zero's plan from the moment she planted her foot on his chest -and she played right into his trap so predictably and beautiful.
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Queen Akassa Hattori
Administrator
Queen of the Imperial Saiyan Legion
Long live the Queen.
Posts: 1,151
Base: 209,817
True Power: 419,634
LSSJ: 4,196,340
Zeni: 1,049
Items: Gravity Chamber (100x), Scouter, Senzu Bean ,Senzu Pouch, Deluxe Spaceship, Simulator 2.0
Ally: General Toa: PL - 104,909 True Power: 209,817 Oozaru: 524,542
Ally 2: Raska: PL - 104,909 - Nether State:209,817 - Void State: 1,258,902
Profile Link: Akassa Hattori
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Post by Queen Akassa Hattori on Mar 26, 2014 20:48:45 GMT -5
From the time she hit the ground after the blast hit her until the time her body slammed into her a normal being could have only blinked. Hitting shoulder first she was a little surprised to feel the girls hands grab onto her. One wrapped around her arm to grab up under her armpit as the other managed to reach around and grab a handful of her thick black hair. Neither grip mattered to the Princess as she would not have changed her plan of attack save if the woman had leveled that saber in her direction. Not afraid to have the girl grab a hold of her Akassa drives them both back into the stone, her opponents back taking the brunt of the force as the two shove deeper into the mountainside. Akassa did not see it, but Model Zero’s armored body was what parted the stone before them, scrapes and cuts appearing on the girls skin to represent the scrapes and scuffs along his armor. When they finally came to a stop she groans a little, starting to pull away from the woman, to topple the stone that had fallen upon them.
The only problem was the wench still had a hold of her, that tight grip on her hair making it impossible to pull back. Hissing she starts to shove harder when she suddenly feels a wave of weakness wash over her. Unsure where the sensation came from she attempted to shift again, but again found she was unable to power her way off the other girl. Groaning she slumps against her for a moment, Akassa’s forehead pressing to hers as she attempts to gather herself. What was this…there must have been a reason for it; the Princess knew she had not exhausted herself that much yet. Breathing growing a little heavier she realize her foe was not moving either, just clutching to her like a child grabbing onto its mother. This girl must have been doing something to her, somehow weakening her. Unaware of the true nature of Model Zero’s hands she had no idea they possessed crystals that were currently draining her Ki.
Shifting some, realizing she couldn’t pull free with raw power she needed to get the woman to let go. Luckily both of her Ki gauntlets were still active. The one on her left arm was bent out to the side due to the awkward grip the woman had on her arm, but her right arm was tucked between them, pressed against their stomachs. Pivoting her hand some as she lifts her stomach, arching her body a little, Akassa creates enough space to angle her clawed fingers so they point right into the girl’s belly. With a simple thought the four fingers of her gauntlet launch, the rest of the glove dissipating as fire into the girl’s gut. This woman had handled pain quite well so far, but how might she react to four holes in her abdomen? Of course all of this was pending some sort of intervention on her opponent’s part since it took several seconds for Akassa to shift enough to fire the talons. The lack of movement though had her confident it would go in her favor as she hoped this would free her from the girl’s clutches.
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Post by Man on Mar 27, 2014 10:52:17 GMT -5
Man's hands were wrapped around the woman's lithe body, one under her arm and the other clenched around her head with a handful of black hair crunched between his fingers. His body had sustained relative damage from his second clash with the rocky structure caving in on them, but just a few scrapes, translated into bruises by his avatar. However, when the woman attempted to push away, she would find herself locked into Zero's grasp and her energy suddenly draining out of her body. The woman rests her head on Man's as the haze begins to cloud over her. If Zero were aware of himself and his masculine identity, he might have thought about the warmth of her skin pressed against his. With such proximity to a woman, face now only centimeters apart, any male figure would have felt the temptation and urge, the heat of another being. Regardless, Zero was a woman in her eyes and he was a cold machine completely oblivious to intimacy. In that moment, as a smirk crossed his feminine visage, he only thought of how to get the upper hand and beat the living daylights out of her.
Then, Zero's eyes glance down as the woman begins to shift her body slightly back, trying to make distance between their close-proximity. One of her hands were free and equipped with the gauntlets she had created. Man knew this, as he was only able to grab her hair in that split second, her other arm too far to reach he had no choice but to mangle her and drag the woman into the crater with him. Now, his choice was coming back to bite him as the woman shifts his arm and thrusts into the android's stomach. Her four claws pierce through the white chest plate, the clothes underneath it, through the skin tight fabric and into his bowels. Static and gore gush out sporadically, Zero small body sinking deeper into the crater. Unfortunately, the woman would soon find it odd that her opponent's grip had not loosened; instead, it became tighter and Man's gaze rose to meet her eyes. He grins.
The gem on his head flickered on and off during the interruption, when she jabbed her hands into his abdomen, but it soon regulated and resumed to drinking from her ki like sucking through a straw. It was, perhaps, the closest thing to a vampire known in modern-day life. Zero's hands tightened its grasp on her hair. Androids couldn't feel pain. Androids don't tire. Androids don't decay. Android's have no emotions. Androids aren't alive. That's what Ivan said -what The Doctor said, and what everyone he ever knew said. Zero was ultimate fighter, warrior, and weapon capable of going through leaps and bounds no mortal, organic being could ever dream of. That's why he appeared unaffected by the woman's fingertips crawling inside him. It didn't bother him. He might not have even noticed if his body hadn't jerked back with the force of her shove. If the woman intended to defeat Zero, she would have to mutilate him. Remove his arms and legs? He still had a cannon installed into his chest.
Zero stared at her with his blue eyes; cold and dark without soul. There was not a more gruesome and chilling stare in the universe if it did not come from another machine. The gem still shined and Akassa's energy leaks.
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