06-13-2018, 04:16 PM
Cool-headed as always, Ash chose the path with the most resistance. She’d gone after the blade and even retrieved it before her danger senses kicked in before she narrowly dodged the disc. Leaping to her feet she managed half the stance she intended before Vegeta’s signature move slammed into her, knocking her airborne.
She would have liked to moan if she wasn’t worried about the stage’s edge.
Ash crashed hard against the stone tiles, biting back the pain as she bounced so hard her body did a complete 180 over itself so that she landed flat on her chest. Her body continued to slide back from the force, and even though she’d like to believe her clothing would cause enough friction to prevent her elimination, she knew how small of a platform this was. Her blade slammed between the cracks of the floor, sparks flying right next to her face as she came to a stop.
She could feel her legs hanging off, her hips floating into the air. It made for a great fucking position, as she confirmed with Victor earlier, but it sucked for this. The feat of climbing back up without so much her tail touching the ground was easy enough to accomplish, but before she could continue she had to stop and take a breather.
Sweat beads have strung themselves around her neck like a fine pearl necklace, her body plenty used to quick fights, however that had been the first time she’d tried her little Matrix trick. Concentration was never a problem, she had mad focus. Normally stamina was no issue either, something about revving up the cells in your body and mind like that just did a raw number on her and not the kind she liked.
The weaponized energy had its own kind of pain. It felt somewhere between acid burns and explosive force - both of which she's felt prior. Ash touched her side where she’d been hit - the wound still raw as she stood up, taking a few seconds to ramp up her defenses.
The smoke in front of her swirled together and formed a black solid shield, one she could see herself in for the briefest moments. She smiled to herself, watching the image of her bleeding neck fade as the spell took hold. The Storm Demon closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the burning atmosphere, as she exhaled her hair began to lift into its own mobile anti-gravity field. Neon blue electricity danced into existence around her body which promptly destroyed most of what little clothing she wore, including the elastic band around her ponytail. Her horns began glowing that same electric blue as she sheathed her Quill and grasped Invictus at the same time; Swapping weapons for the very last time.
When her eyes opened up, there is a renewed focus within her vibrant blue featureless eyes.
The fatigued woman grabbed at her neck, wiped away the blood from her wound and applied it generously to the blades of her stolen Empire property. Not afraid to bite the hand that feeds it, Invictus cut into her palm as well, it indulged in the ocean of magic that concentrated in the cobalt blue liquid. Ash let out a satisfied sigh before she took it by the handle with both hands, her fingers spidering over to the squeeze bar and took aim.
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Cell entertained the idea that she fell off the ring and just knew better not to come back out. Since she did not come out immediately, he guessed she was up to her invisibility tricks. He decided he had no time to spare playing her games and that he could take her out just as easily as the first time. He turned towards Jak, ready to even the odd numbers here. As the finer muscles in his body adjusted for a calm step towards the fight.
Her stolen sword roared to life, making all three of her ring mates look over; Jak never hearing this sound before this moment, Ricter out of animalistic instinctual fear, and Cell turning just a bit too casual for his own good. Within the smokescreen, a brilliant blue tree-like pattern flashed. From the center, Cell could feel the weak power source flare up before The Storm Demon in all her sparkle busted through, the weakened storm grey clouds follow in her wake and look like an elegant cape flowing off her shoulders.
Invictus stabbed through Cell, pushing him back a few feet behind her attack, and is held there. She grinned up into his eyes as the teeth ripped his insides asunder harder than greese-filled fastfood. Scorching mauve-colored blood jetted across the space between them and landed across Ash’s face and chest, her perverted smile widened. “Never would have thought you were the type that liked to get pegged.” She remarked, the magic of the spell activating after the initial shot, collecting the rest of his hot load in a growing vortex, periwinkle shades of lightening feeding the current to damaging speeds.
She would have liked to moan if she wasn’t worried about the stage’s edge.
Ash crashed hard against the stone tiles, biting back the pain as she bounced so hard her body did a complete 180 over itself so that she landed flat on her chest. Her body continued to slide back from the force, and even though she’d like to believe her clothing would cause enough friction to prevent her elimination, she knew how small of a platform this was. Her blade slammed between the cracks of the floor, sparks flying right next to her face as she came to a stop.
She could feel her legs hanging off, her hips floating into the air. It made for a great fucking position, as she confirmed with Victor earlier, but it sucked for this. The feat of climbing back up without so much her tail touching the ground was easy enough to accomplish, but before she could continue she had to stop and take a breather.
Sweat beads have strung themselves around her neck like a fine pearl necklace, her body plenty used to quick fights, however that had been the first time she’d tried her little Matrix trick. Concentration was never a problem, she had mad focus. Normally stamina was no issue either, something about revving up the cells in your body and mind like that just did a raw number on her and not the kind she liked.
The weaponized energy had its own kind of pain. It felt somewhere between acid burns and explosive force - both of which she's felt prior. Ash touched her side where she’d been hit - the wound still raw as she stood up, taking a few seconds to ramp up her defenses.
The smoke in front of her swirled together and formed a black solid shield, one she could see herself in for the briefest moments. She smiled to herself, watching the image of her bleeding neck fade as the spell took hold. The Storm Demon closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the burning atmosphere, as she exhaled her hair began to lift into its own mobile anti-gravity field. Neon blue electricity danced into existence around her body which promptly destroyed most of what little clothing she wore, including the elastic band around her ponytail. Her horns began glowing that same electric blue as she sheathed her Quill and grasped Invictus at the same time; Swapping weapons for the very last time.
When her eyes opened up, there is a renewed focus within her vibrant blue featureless eyes.
Quote:T2 Transformation: STORM DEMON - Stats: 4/1/8/11
The fatigued woman grabbed at her neck, wiped away the blood from her wound and applied it generously to the blades of her stolen Empire property. Not afraid to bite the hand that feeds it, Invictus cut into her palm as well, it indulged in the ocean of magic that concentrated in the cobalt blue liquid. Ash let out a satisfied sigh before she took it by the handle with both hands, her fingers spidering over to the squeeze bar and took aim.
-
Cell entertained the idea that she fell off the ring and just knew better not to come back out. Since she did not come out immediately, he guessed she was up to her invisibility tricks. He decided he had no time to spare playing her games and that he could take her out just as easily as the first time. He turned towards Jak, ready to even the odd numbers here. As the finer muscles in his body adjusted for a calm step towards the fight.
Her stolen sword roared to life, making all three of her ring mates look over; Jak never hearing this sound before this moment, Ricter out of animalistic instinctual fear, and Cell turning just a bit too casual for his own good. Within the smokescreen, a brilliant blue tree-like pattern flashed. From the center, Cell could feel the weak power source flare up before The Storm Demon in all her sparkle busted through, the weakened storm grey clouds follow in her wake and look like an elegant cape flowing off her shoulders.
Invictus stabbed through Cell, pushing him back a few feet behind her attack, and is held there. She grinned up into his eyes as the teeth ripped his insides asunder harder than greese-filled fastfood. Scorching mauve-colored blood jetted across the space between them and landed across Ash’s face and chest, her perverted smile widened. “Never would have thought you were the type that liked to get pegged.” She remarked, the magic of the spell activating after the initial shot, collecting the rest of his hot load in a growing vortex, periwinkle shades of lightening feeding the current to damaging speeds.
Quote:Ash Used T2-Power Up: STORM DEMON and T3-Super Attack: Hurricane: Shock and Awe for 5SP
7 of 8 SP spent in total.
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