Dragonball M, Chapter 1: Silent Menace Aproaches!

[Tami]

Round 2, is it?

Different day, different person, same type of exercise- or at least, so it seemed.

Still not exactly feeling well, Kai grimaced as he wondered what would be different about today's trial, aside from the strength of the opponent.

Well, here goes... something.

"Ronin Kai here."

As today's exercise began, Kai spoke, his voice finding its way to everyone in the arena except for today's opponent, who he simply observed for now.

"For the sake of convenience, as well as to avoid some of the more hazardous moments of yesterday's exercise, I'll be monitoring and filtering verbal communication for the duration of the current training session, both to provide what early warnings I can against particularly dangerous attacks and situations and to allow those among us without telepathy or similar methods to discuss plans and strategies without tipping off today's instructor."

Meagan simply nodded briefly but remained concealed. Her time to attack will come soon enough.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

——-

Slak senses an impressive amount of ki. More than Kami even. It’s a good ki, no malice or anything like that.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

——-

Slak senses an impressive amount of ki. More than Kami even. It’s a good ki, no malice or anything like that.

OOC: I'm assuming it's a ki sword, rather than physical?

IC: Tch. Weapons. Most fighters, for whatever reason, preferred using their fists, he had found--maybe finding a high quality weapon able to keep up with superpowered combat was difficult--and very few had the ki-shaping abilities to form anything other than balls and beams. Ki blades were rare, and high-level techniques.

He yanked back his ki threads and quickly coiled them into a sort of ki... rope. Like twine rope you'd find just about anywhere. He held the "rope" between his two hands and tried to use it to deflect any attacks aimed at him, while looking for an opening to counter-attack.

Give how comparatively weak his threads were to ki, he'd have to do it quickly.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

OOC: I'm assuming it's a ki sword, rather than physical?

IC: Tch. Weapons. Most fighters, for whatever reason, preferred using their fists, he had found--maybe finding a high quality weapon able to keep up with superpowered combat was difficult--and very few had the ki-shaping abilities to form anything other than balls and beams. Ki blades were rare, and high-level techniques.

He yanked back his ki threads and quickly coiled them into a sort of ki... rope. Like twine rope you'd find just about anywhere. He held the "rope" between his two hands and tried to use it to deflect any attacks aimed at him, while looking for an opening to counter-attack.

Give how comparatively weak his threads were to ki, he'd have to do it quickly.

She slice right through it and the tip of the very real sword touches his throat.

“Dead.”

She draws back, defensive stance still ready.

[Hazard]

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

——-

Slak senses an impressive amount of ki. More than Kami even. It’s a good ki, no malice or anything like that.

Her Ki is impressive. As expect from someone in the Galactic Police. It is a good thing she is only using part of that power then.

Slak dashes in.

His Ki quickly answers his call and flows into his staff to reinforce it.

Slak swings his staff. His aim is not the officer but her weapon. If he can block it, that should give someone else the opportunity to attack.

If his ki is not strong enough... well, he can always make another staff.

[Cleric of Hell’s Brigade]

Slak’s staff cracks, but holds as Miras blocks the blow.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

——-

Slak senses an impressive amount of ki. More than Kami even. It’s a good ki, no malice or anything like that.

She slice right through it and the tip of the very real sword touches his throat.

“Dead.”

She draws back, defensive stance still ready.

Slak’s staff cracks, but holds as Miras blocks the blow.

Energy barrier. Skilled in weapon's based hand to hand. Expected of a member of the Galaxy Police.

Sarada's bid to hang back -- as much as doing so pained her and scratched against her instincts like claws against metal -- was a good idea as it gave her a chance to see how her opponent fought. Totoma was dispatched with ease, while Slak managed to divert her attention for a moment.

That was as good a chance as any to strike. She erupted forward, her ki charging around her fist as it had many times before.

Crimson Fist!

As the last second, she disappeared, leaving behind an afterimage that appeared to be swinging a quick jab for her unprotected flank. The real Sarada appeared on near her sword hand, spinning around to deliver a Scarlet Fever enhanced elbow in her kidney's.

[Monstrous Bird of Qin, Ou Ki]

She slice right through it and the tip of the very real sword touches his throat.

“Dead.”

She draws back, defensive stance still ready.

"..."

Okay, he hadn't expected that many threads to be overcome so effortlessly. It wasn't really a defensive ability, but still...

He wasn't really the type to dodge. Hadn't really needed it back when he was stronger, because most of his opponents had stood no chance against him. So he stood there, taking their best attacks, and then, after their spirit had been broken, he broke their bodies as well.

But now that he was weak, he couldn't really do such a thing, now could he? Even a more proactive measure like that trick he'd just pulled wouldn't work. He would... he would have to...

Dodge.

He dropped back into the Saiyan-Do defensive stance. When the Namek charged in with his staff and Sarada with her Crimson fist, Totoma too charged in, jumping into the air and trying to cut off the vertical rout of escape with an axe-kick.

[Tami]

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

——-

Slak senses an impressive amount of ki. More than Kami even. It’s a good ki, no malice or anything like that.

Still invisible and seeing an opening, Meagan takes to the air and hovers some distance above the Agent. Once in position, she becomes visible again while creating what seems a hundred spinning Ki discs, each one sharp like a diamond saw, then sends them raining down on her, following the Agent if she moves to ensure non of her teammates gets in the way.

[The Chou Lives]

So she is versatile. It seems. As he noted the barrier and now the sword. He made two blade halos. One to attack her sword. Second around him in defense spiral. Does not want to pull a Charco with friendly fire. Has tontouchbherbto make his serious stuff work.:

[KingofPie]

She slice right through it and the tip of the very real sword touches his throat.

“Dead.”

She draws back, defensive stance still ready.

Well...if a fight's starting, this training can't be TOO disinteresting. Sasheem figured he'd launch an attack of his own as he sinks into the ground...only to shoot up a moment later near Miras, attempting to his her in the chin with a kick....or whatever you'd call the bottom of a toilet hitting someone's chin.

[Lord Falcon]

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

Asha'rah took a dynamic martial stance, lowering her center of gravity as she transitioned into hand to hand combat. Her orbs drew back around her, creating a whirling defensive screen. Then she was but a blur, thrusting herself forward at impossible speed, clearly intent on getting past the sword into hand to hand range, where its long blade would become unwieldy. In an instant, she was before the blade and then, made a fatal mistake. One misplaced read, one misplaced step at full speed, and she impaled herself neck-first upon Miras' sword. Metal screamed on metal, and in one inadvertent blow Miras' blade sheared Asha'rah's head clean from her shoulders. Her body crumpled lifelessly to the ground, and her impassive head clanged as it fell, rolling to a stop before the light died from her eyes.



Metal limbs encircled Miras as she was preoccupied with the terrible accident, and Asha'rah dropped the illusion as she trapped the officer's weapon arm in her legs, and the other arm with both of her own. With her odd horizontal grapple, she also positioned her body away from the attacks her teammates were aiming at their opponent's kidneys and head. The body on the ground dissipated, revealing naught but a smattering of orbs. Two lay where the neck stump had been, to simulate the feeling of cutting into her real metal body. As one, the seven of them flew up and hammered into Miras's stomach. Asha'rah's eighth orb, formerly surrounded by the image of a disembodied head to create the convincing sound of a metal head hitting the ground and rolling to a stop, whirled in from the side, taking aim at Miras's knees.

[The Chou Lives]

Chou jumps at the chance to connect with Mira as his awesome team mate does grappling. It takes but one touch as he attempts a flurry of blows at the opponents back.:

[Cyke]

Totoma thrust out his hand and shot out several ki threads meant to entangle the police lady, so that Jack would be able to land a hit or two, while being pretty safe from counterattack.

Excellent! Perhaps there was an opening. Though, Zaofan was hesitant to use an optic blast, partially because it would be unsporting, but also out of hesitance to repeat the previous day's unfortunate blasting.
Following the others' lead, Zaofan charged into battle. He went toe to toe with Miras, firing fist and kick and jab at her, to which she parried almost rhythmically. 1-2-3-4, her timing was precise, almost like a dance. She was playing with them, it became evidently clear.

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

With only a split second to react, Zaofan summoned the training he received from Meagan the day before, leaping high into the air and then thrusting his ki downward to keep him aloft, with just enough boost and speed to keep him away from touching the barrier. While still in the air, he pulled out a capsule, and *BOM!* his trusty Katchin bo staff appeared.

"BOOOOOJACK!"

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

Zaofan's two hands grabbed Bojack and he went to work, but the jabs and slices came so fast that all he could do was remain on the defensive, even though she was holding the other weapon fighters at bay simultaneously. He blocked up, parried left, right, parried with the end of the staff, blocked with the middle, forced her sword down but swung back up thanks to her sheer speed. His footwork matched the beat and rhythm of her attacks. He twirled to create momentum for a swinging blow but forced to switch to a block once more. But she kept moving forward, causing him to take equally rhythmic steps back. He couldn't keep this pace up. He blocked with the staff's right end, lifted both staff and sword over to his left for better position, but she adapted, her blade coming *this* close to cutting his hair. Too close for comfort, he swung wild again, but this time to create some distance so that he could leap in reverse.

"What a workout!" Zaofan exclaimed. But he yelled out, "She's treating us like rank amateurs! We need a plan here."

Zaofan resumed a defensive stance, keeping Bojack pointed upwards and ready.

[Sol_M]

Another name, another face.

It was very quickly getting to the point where he would have to start writing names down, Kabuto realized.

He tapped on the side of his wrist.

A holographic screen popped up to save the name of the woman as she introduced herself.

"Let'z see now...save contact."

A tiny mechanical voice spoke:

"[Save on Device or Sim?]"

"Uhh...Device I guess."

"[Beep. Create new contact or update existing contact?]"

"Create new."

"[BEEP. Do you want to sync this contact with Z-cloud? Syncing let's you access this contact from all your devices.]"

"Uhh, sure."

"[BEEP. Please log into your Z-cloud account to continue.]"

"Okay."

"[BEEP. It seems you are logging into this account from a new planet. For security purposes, a One Time Password (OTP) has been sent to your associated device. Please verify that it's you by entering the OTP provided.]"

"Damnit, I left that at the spaceship. Never mind, don't sync."

"[BEEP. Syncing with Z-cloud canceled. Please enter contact name.]"

"Er...Mira...Thane."

"[Entered Contact Ur methane.]"

"Nono...erase that. It's MIRA THANE."

"[BEEP. Updated name to MIRA THANE. Please enter contact number.]"

"No number right now."

"[Do you want to enter the contact address?]"

"No."

"[Do you want to enter the contact nickname?]"

"No."

"[Do you want create a new group for the contact?]"

"WILL YOU JUST SAVE THE EFFING NAME?"

As each attack gets close, a shimmering barrier of ki intercepts it as it surrounds her. As the various attacks either slide off or or blocked, she nods.

“Good idea. Entangle and trap me after Jack’s feint and Adam’s various prodding attacks. Solid idea. Now the, let us see how you deal with something unusual.”

Her barrier flares, grows bigger pushing people away briefly, then pops. She darts forward, and a blue sword is drawn from her waist they hadn’t seen yet. It seems to vibrate in her hand.

“Hand to Hand is all good, but how well do you do against melee weapons?”

She does a rapid fire series of jabs and slices at those closest to her, testing their defenses and reactions.

——-

Slak senses an impressive amount of ki. More than Kami even. It’s a good ki, no malice or anything like that.

"Ehwaht?"

He barely had time to register the blade before it was inches from his face. Astonished at the sudden change of pace, he jerked back, using his Ki reflexively to keep himself from falling over in surprise.

If it had not been for the split second warning he had from woman's intent flaring into something entirely aggressive, Kabuto would surely have been hit by the blade.

As it was, his brain was entirely focused on the struggle with his uncooperative device, so he stood there for a moment wondering what was happening.

Oh right. The training.

Steeling himself, he waited for the woman's next attack and swept in low, aiming to catch her from an odd angle.