Sarada winced as a sudden pain in her back slowed her parry of a kick by just a second; enough of a second her Avoca's foot to smash into her chin. Her vision blurred and her head swam, both leaving her unprepared to avoid the second kick that sent her flying back into the ground.With a sudden jerk, the golden-eyed Oni was slammed into the surface of Ilargi with force enough to cave in the ground and collapse what edifices remained along the ruined street. And as Ishtar slowly picked herself up, physical pain and mental turmoil slowing her still; the Last Moonsworn regained its lance and descended from the heavens to pass its own judgement.
Death.
“Pay attention!” her opponent yelled.
“S-sorry,” she stammered, still half-dazed by the sudden jolt of pain and the worrying array of emotions being transmitted through Aka Manah. What was Ishtar doing? Who was she fighting on Ilargi that was tormenting her this badly? A specter from her past? A improbable survivor from those that slayed her first love?
Sarada felt confused and worried, but most of all, scared. She was afraid she was going to lose Ishtar when they promised each other than they were going to see her again. It was why she was training so hard, so that she could live through whatever the future had in store for her race and see her again.
“Stop apologizing and fight!” Avoca roared and charged for Sarada, twin balls of pink energy forming in her hands. “Death Spore Barrage!”
Sarada's eyes widened as she prepared to ignite another Roar of Defiance.
There, moments before a sharp pain ripped through her shoulder, was the reaffirmation she was hoping for. Affirmation that Ishtar would be there to see her again, that whoever this person she was fighting would not end her story before their reunion.There was no time now, to avoid the impact.
The Last Moonsworn would strike its blow, the final judgement of the Order now passed and levied against the Outsider, the Deceiver ... Ishtar; and there was nothing that could be done about it. As if it was fated to be in a way that could never be understood. Yet as the golden-eyed Oni appraised the situation, there was no fear. The rage too, had bled away, and along with it the grief, and regret, and pain ... And so Sarada would feel it in the moment before as the emotions that had persisted for over half an hour now bled away in an instant; only two things:
A calmness reminiscent of the time they spent together ... and a reaffirmation of the promise that Ishtar would see her again.
It happened almost too fast to see then.
The golden-eyed Oni stepped to the side, and in a blur of motion brought her crystalline arm to catch the spear-tip and deflect it enough so that it only pierced her through the shoulder; and as the pain blossomed from the site of penetration the momentum that yet carried Legion downwards forced the Oni into the floor of the moon once more.
Despite the pain shoot through her entire arm, Sarada smiled. Roar of Defiance repelled Avoca's the swarm of tiny, but deadly energy needles that had suddenly become dangerously close to piercing her flesh. The sanctity of her safety restore once more, she shot into the air and sought the finishing blow with which to end this battle and secure another victory for herself.
She breathed in and exerted the pools of ki that laid within, bringing them forth and enshrouding herself with them. “Galick Gun!” she shouted, the absoluteness of her intentions echoing through the empty valley plain.
Avoca understood, and reciprocated the finality her friend had brought to the table. Her own aura, a light violet color, ignited, enfolding her with its warm flame. She interlocked her fingers together and held her hands out in front of her. The next moment, a ball of pitch black energy, tinged with white speckles and violet streaks on the outer edge, enveloped her hands. “Midnight Bloom.” The calmness of the spoken name of the technique underscored the ferocity of the technique itself. The air around Avoca turned pitch black as she opened her hands – a gesture reminiscent of a flower unfolding when it its bloom was upon it. A beam as dark as the void of outer space shot from her hands, absorbing the light from the world around it as it streaked toward Sarada.
With a single nod, Sarada sought to meet this attack before it could reach her. “FIRE!!” As with so many times before, the purple aura around her gave birth to a tremendous energy beam that struck and clashed with Avoca's. The ensuing struggle between the two Saiyans would only be won by the one whose will was more absolute, whose focus was more unshakable. Both attacks were more than capable of killing the other. Neither lessened the strength of their attacks, as doing so would stymie and defeat the purpose of the match – that being to push themselves to and beyond their limits, and grow from it.
Another wave of emotions hit her at the absolute wrong time. The ache of pain and of loss and of sorrow beset Sarada, causing her focus to slip. This led to her Galick Gun losing a bit of steam, allowing Avoca to push forward until Midnight Bloom was almost on top of her. “No! I won't lose!” she yelled. “HAAAAAAAAH!!” Her focus reignited the moment the feeling of joy swept the negativity away. Ishtar must have won her battle; so, too, would Sarada. The center of the struggle was a chaotic, unstable dome of pending destruction. The two women weren't very far apart. If the beams detonated, they would both be caught in its unyielding, unforgiving devastation.As Ishtar continued to lay there, then, staring up at the stars that hung above a dead moon; she could not help but feel that in the end it was a bittersweet thing. To be freed of this burden, and to be able to let go .. by choosing to accept what it is she was to become; after so long ... and after a moment Sarada would feel it then, too, more than the pain and the ache of loss ... as Ishtar wept.
Tears of sorrow at first, for all that had happened ... and then, slowly, tears of joy at may yet be in the future.
So, of course, that was exactly what happened. The two beams detonated at the same time, ripping through the valley plain with untold ferocity. Sarada and Avoca were quickly overtaken and blown back; the former made a trench hundreds of feet long before coming to a stop at the mouth of a small bubbling stream, and the latter crashed into the base of the mountain behind her.
Both women were barely conscious, but very much awake.
“Ow.”
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Minutes passed slowly, one by one, before Sarada was able to stand on her own two feet. Her senses detected that Avoca was alive and also stirring. That was great. With a deep breath to steady herself, she slowly rose into the air to meet her.
“Hey, are you okay?” she inquired upon her arrival. The older Saiyan girl was a mess. Her arms and face were bloodied and her training clothes had been reduced to strips of fabric that didn't cover any of her vital bits. Sarada was much the same, except her top had been torn away completely when she made her landing, as well as much of her pants. In fact, the only part of her training outfit that remained were her shoes. At least she wasn't completely naked.
“Yeah, I'm fine. You?”
“Fine.” With a tired sigh, she plopped down on the ground beside her.
“So, what was that all about?” Avoca asked, clearly referring to when Sarada became distracted not once but twice.
She hesitated in answering. She didn't want to tell her about the bond she and Ishtar shared, but she felt that Avoca wasn't going to let this go until she did. With a sigh, she relented. “Okay, so, you know how two people who are super close can sometimes have this bond they share where they know what the other is thinking sometimes?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I kind of have that with someone I met on Earth.” When Avoca started to open her mouth, she quickly added, “No, it's not Jack. It's... someone else. So, I guess I should first explain what an Oni is and...”