08-01-2017, 06:46 AM
At Syn’s reply, Yuuka pursed her lips. "Oh. A man deluded by his grand achievements of the past." Still, her face turned again into her calm, bright smile- though at the same time she pulled her parasol from behind her back. ”You see, I think you misunderstand. Around here, who you were before doesn’t matter. But I’m sure you learn by experience, don’t you?”
She took to the air like it was walking, drifting upwards like a particularly floral helium balloon, drew a line with her parasol, and fired.
”I won’t be going anywhere. Really, didn’t you listen at all?” The Youkai sighed at her opponent, a bit exasperated. Her face was utterly deadpan as she hovered where she was in the air to listen to her opponent’s spiel about his attack. ”You know, bragging about it doesn’t make it stronger,” Yuuka mumbled, not paying too much attention to the movement of the sphere. She had snarky comments to make, why should she be paying attention to her opponent’s actions?
Still, she managed to open her parasol as the orb of energy came down on her. Though certainly not meant for any kind of defense, the feel of the impact through it told her what she needed to know. It wasn't something she could just take sitting down. She made her attempt at guiding the attack a bit through her parasol, but wasn’t terribly successful- though she shoved it and herself aside enough to avoid a direct hit, the glancing blow still sent her crashing to the white ground below.
Slowly, she staggered to her feet, bracing herself with her torn parasol. Closed her eyes. Closed the parasol. Breathe in. Breathe out. She opened her eyes in time to get decked right in the jaw by her opponent, which was… painful. Backpedaling one, two, three steps- pulling her parasol downwards, diagonally, to grab the other end with her left hand- her motions played to an unheard rhythm. Momentarily she paused to spit out a tooth, a spot of crimson red the first marking on the white floor around them.
It was at the same time painful and exhilarating.
Her chuckle at the Shadow Dragon’s compliment was breathy, her attention mostly taken with deflecting his blows with her parasol. ”I don’t know who or what this Goku is,” came her words, her feet slowly lifting off the ground as she spoke, ”but I wouldn't keep giving me ideas.” A smug grin drew itself on her face now, far more sinister than what she’d worn before- the look in her eyes no help either. She’d have to pen another name down on her bucket list of people to punch in the face. But for now…
For now.
The clatter of her parasol against the ground as she dropped it likely came as a surprise, but she needed her hands. Once she was at eye level with Syn, she slammed her forehead hard into his brow. This was not the most effective plan of action- despite the fact it was certainly a hit, a purple bruise was beginning to bloom between her eyes, and one of the spikes lower on his face had cut open her chin. However, it was the followup that mattered- she grabbed his horns with both hands, shoving her feet into his thighs, and just pushed with all her strength.
Her mind quickly, repeatedly, mercilessly chanted at her that old adage, ”the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
But she didn’t get out of this free. As opposed to toppling helplessly, the Shadow Dragon instead lashed out with some sort of thin beam attack as he fell- one which struck Yuuka right in her side. It didn’t hurt terribly, but it startled her into doubling over the moment her feet once again touched the earth, pressing her hands to the wound. When she pulled her hands away, she found them covered in blood. Instantly her nose turned up, face twisted to a grimace.
Her opponent’s impact with the ground was the only thing that shook her awake. Right, she couldn't space out yet. She stooped down a little further to retrieve her Parasol; now structurally damaged- notably bent in the middle, and took a couple hesitant steps forwards. Shaking breaths, in and out, in and out wracked her frame. She was unsure if it was anger, injury, or just pure adrenaline causing them. Once again, she pointed her parasol's tip towards him, a weak smile reappearing on her face despite the pain.
"Your move."
She took to the air like it was walking, drifting upwards like a particularly floral helium balloon, drew a line with her parasol, and fired.
”I won’t be going anywhere. Really, didn’t you listen at all?” The Youkai sighed at her opponent, a bit exasperated. Her face was utterly deadpan as she hovered where she was in the air to listen to her opponent’s spiel about his attack. ”You know, bragging about it doesn’t make it stronger,” Yuuka mumbled, not paying too much attention to the movement of the sphere. She had snarky comments to make, why should she be paying attention to her opponent’s actions?
Still, she managed to open her parasol as the orb of energy came down on her. Though certainly not meant for any kind of defense, the feel of the impact through it told her what she needed to know. It wasn't something she could just take sitting down. She made her attempt at guiding the attack a bit through her parasol, but wasn’t terribly successful- though she shoved it and herself aside enough to avoid a direct hit, the glancing blow still sent her crashing to the white ground below.
Slowly, she staggered to her feet, bracing herself with her torn parasol. Closed her eyes. Closed the parasol. Breathe in. Breathe out. She opened her eyes in time to get decked right in the jaw by her opponent, which was… painful. Backpedaling one, two, three steps- pulling her parasol downwards, diagonally, to grab the other end with her left hand- her motions played to an unheard rhythm. Momentarily she paused to spit out a tooth, a spot of crimson red the first marking on the white floor around them.
It was at the same time painful and exhilarating.
Her chuckle at the Shadow Dragon’s compliment was breathy, her attention mostly taken with deflecting his blows with her parasol. ”I don’t know who or what this Goku is,” came her words, her feet slowly lifting off the ground as she spoke, ”but I wouldn't keep giving me ideas.” A smug grin drew itself on her face now, far more sinister than what she’d worn before- the look in her eyes no help either. She’d have to pen another name down on her bucket list of people to punch in the face. But for now…
For now.
The clatter of her parasol against the ground as she dropped it likely came as a surprise, but she needed her hands. Once she was at eye level with Syn, she slammed her forehead hard into his brow. This was not the most effective plan of action- despite the fact it was certainly a hit, a purple bruise was beginning to bloom between her eyes, and one of the spikes lower on his face had cut open her chin. However, it was the followup that mattered- she grabbed his horns with both hands, shoving her feet into his thighs, and just pushed with all her strength.
Her mind quickly, repeatedly, mercilessly chanted at her that old adage, ”the bigger they are, the harder they fall.”
But she didn’t get out of this free. As opposed to toppling helplessly, the Shadow Dragon instead lashed out with some sort of thin beam attack as he fell- one which struck Yuuka right in her side. It didn’t hurt terribly, but it startled her into doubling over the moment her feet once again touched the earth, pressing her hands to the wound. When she pulled her hands away, she found them covered in blood. Instantly her nose turned up, face twisted to a grimace.
Her opponent’s impact with the ground was the only thing that shook her awake. Right, she couldn't space out yet. She stooped down a little further to retrieve her Parasol; now structurally damaged- notably bent in the middle, and took a couple hesitant steps forwards. Shaking breaths, in and out, in and out wracked her frame. She was unsure if it was anger, injury, or just pure adrenaline causing them. Once again, she pointed her parasol's tip towards him, a weak smile reappearing on her face despite the pain.
"Your move."
Quote:756 words according to this.
Recap and stuff for bantering purposes and because I do that.
Yuuka drops her Parasol and headbutts Syn, takes damage herself.
Yuuka shoves Syn to the ground.
Syn uses Negative Finger Beam, hits.
Yuuka retrieves her Parasol.
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Yuuka Kazami Wrote:Do you think Yuuka *aims* the Master Spark? No. She decides which half of the world she wants to fuck.