Good Morning!~

[koda]

>>| Watched, as he barley dipped away from that first initial shot, and then shook her head, watching as that ever cocky male, and with a sigh, she readied herself, and pushed her body, moving forward in a rush of speed. Making it ahead of the male, she hovered ahead of him, her hands lazy by her side as she lifted her chin, and gave him a call. “ Hey, Ren-Kun…Over here.” She gave a quick wink, and lifted her hand upward, charging inwardly to let loose that attack of hers.

Charging up that chi in the palm of her hand, she lifted it up to her lips and pursing them, she blew a kiss towards the male. A simple flick of her wrist, and she sent the Kuchidzuke towards him, shooting backwards, and towards the ground. There was a time and a place for everything, and now, was as good a time as any, to give the newest attempt at an attack towards him.

She hadn’t gotten good at it yet, and she was still learning, but, it was time to try the Sandanjuuha. A new technique that she was working on. Building up a massive amount of Chi from the center of her frame, that cyan aura billowing around her, lifting the ends of her hairs with her self created winds, she focused on it, eyes narrowed with purpose, brow beading with sweat. She only hoped that that attack was enough to stun him, or at least confuse him, to try and focus. Of course, she managed to compress it in to that tight ball, but, when her hands moved outward, to shove the energy ball towards him, she lost that focus, the energy shattering around her, and enveloping her in all that focused chi. There was time for a quick, and hurried thought of “Fuck…..” to timidly dance through her mind, before she felt that heavy blast, her arms lifting and creating an ‘X’ ahead of her, to ward off the brunt, or at least, most of the brunt, from the blow.<<|

[Rensou Hiruen]

With an unforeseen burst of speed, Anienne had attempted to flank Rensou and had certainly partially succeeded. Shooting above and behind him, she had called out with a bit of coy playfulness in her voice. By the time Rensou had whirled, she had her hand against her lips and the posture about someone about to fire off a flirting gesture rather than a bolt of energy. That was the deception of the Kuchidzuke. “This is a training session, Ani!” the male snarled, but by then, it was too late.

With the speed of a blast without much surface area, the girl had fired that ploy and Rensou knew this would be the strike that landed. With a kick of his legs and a release of the gathered forces, a Zanzoken was executed. . .but Rensou felt the flesh of his arm sting sharply as the Kuchidzuke struck home.

“You bitch!” Rensou snarled, anger rippling up within him and all his self-control mustered to halt a counterattack. The Saiyan was clutching the inside of his bicep on his right arm, and red was streaming out through the spaces between his clenching grip. Down those hands it rolled, all that beautiful, glorious blood.

She was a violent one, that Anienne, he had known that. The fact that she would attack so drastically and deceptively, however, was unknown to him. Clenching his teeth, Rensou lifted his eyes upward to note any potential assaults headed in his direction. If Anienne would spill his life-force once, she was apt to do it again. Rensou managed to watch as she charged another attack which backfired, rocking the girl backwards under the force. He spoke out in question to the Kuchidzuke and her latest attempts to harm him.

“Just what the fuck are you doing?”

[koda]

>>| was well, and truly stunned, at the moment, her body rocketing back, soaring like a jilted bird, just above the ground before finally, gravity caught up to her, and she hit the ground, the momentum carrying her out, and about, as she did the unintentional somersaults along the dirt, kicking up debris until she slammed against an upward jutting rock, a soft sound of pain as finally, she fell into the dirt, and rolled to her stomach.

“Fuck…..” she spat out, repeating that prior thought as she tried to drag her legs under her weight, a frown on her lips. She heard that call, and turned her eyes upward at the bleeding male, before she spat on the ground, watching as a few stray drops of her own scarlet life fell onto the ground. She was tender in too many places to count, and she was sure there was more cuts and bruises that she’d care to look for.

A grunt was given, and finally, she shifted to kneel, a hand on her knee. The weighted clothes weren’t helping. That was such a double edged sword that she couldn’t take messing up like that again. “They won’t pull a shot in a real fight. Why would I pull one in training?”<<|

[Rensou Hiruen]

Lips curled, and a snarl erupted. Rensou was visibly angered, his Saiyan heart pushing that very race's blood through his veins at a quickened pace. That powerful chest rising and falling with quick breaths. Finally, his gloved hand lifted away from the wound. . .the article itself, a normally white thing, was dyed dark red from the impaling wound. With each exhalation of those powerful lungs, the wound spurted more blood some distance. The thing was bleeding, furiously, with no sign of clotting. A major vein had been pierced.

There would be no halting, Anienne needed every bit of practice and time under the burdening load of those bangles. A loss of blood would not halt Rensou's resolve, but then again – nothing stopped the determination of the last Hiruen. Only death itself would end his own striding leaps through the spectrum of weakness to strength, and he would be sure to see Anienne become as strong as he. . .no, stronger.

“They won’t pull a shot in a real fight. Why would I pull one in training?” she challenged, struggling with the own repercussions of her failed attack. Rensou's head was hung, struggling with the idea that she would injure him more grievously if he were to present her with the opportunity again. That anger could no longer be contained. In a flashing blur of moving mass and ki, Rensou Hiruen was suddenly feet before Anienne. Blood sprayed from that bicep with every thunder of his heart.

“You shouldn't,” he gasped, his rage causing his speech to become haggard as fists unclenched and tightened. Rensou was pushing against everything within him not to attempt to strike her, and his hand finally drew back. With a lash his hand whipped downward toward her head with all the speed and power necessary to hospitalize her.

And then it stopped, his fingers extending at the end of the movement to spray her face with the blood that had soaked his glove. It would splatter her face, and possibly disgust her. What Rensou had hoped was that she would share in his anger and push herself that much harder with the enhancing emotion.

A Saiyan enraged is the most dangerous Saiyan of all, after all~

[koda]

>>|Reflex alone had her lifting her right arm, as a defense against that crashing hand, One that she had felt strike out many times before, and one she had seen do its potential damage. Her eyes instantly closed, and she grit her teeth, ready for the the impending blow.

It didn’t come. It never landed. Instead, she felt that warmth splatter across her face, several droplets spattering across her plump lips, and across her shut eye lids. That wet heat across her frame….it was disgusting. There were something Ani simply didn’t have a tolerance for, and blood, that was one of them. She didn’t care if it got in her in the heat of battle, or even if she was aiding Ren with his bandages, but this…..this was simple disgusting.

Her brows shot up, and those lids flipped open, and then, with a sharp exhale, she jolted forward, her arm swinging wide, the other pushing off the ground. She was aiming to tackle the male. Despite the pain, and the tugging ache, she launched forward, her frame aiming to crash against his.

She was indeed growing angry. The taste of Rensuo’s blood on her lips, the sting of it in her eyes, the scent of it in her nose….It was just….so…wrong.
Go to hell, Rensuo”<<|

[Rensou Hiruen]

With the startling difference in power between the pair, Rensou often found himself confident to the point of weakness. The anger only intensified his naturally bred arrogance, and when the female lunged upward with all the speed attained from exploding from a kneeling position he was hardly prepared as her smaller frame hurtled into his own and her arms wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides with her grip which was surely locked by hands grasping upon the other. Rensou had been expecting the skilled Anienne to lash out with a strike, but she had rushed him like an infuriated Saiyan often would: without regard for themselves.

The impact of his body against the hardened earth was powerful as Anienne used the terrain to her advantage, and the General's head rocked back against the packed ground and senses were momentarily lost. He could hear that bloody face shouting an order to him, but this was not one of her usual playful requests. No, this was something full of the emotional charge that only a momentary, brief hatred could muster.

Attuned ears caught her words despite the disorientation. “Go to hell, Rensou!” she roared, and he chuckled at the realization. Perhaps in due time, Anienne, Rensou might travel to hell. . .if there was one. Rensou himself believed in nothing after life was extinguished, but mayhaps the fiery, infuriated female could cause it to become so. For now, the only pace Rensou could attempt to go was out from under the tormenter whom had become to torturer.

Bucking his hips up against hers and setting his legs, Rensou thrusted upward, the bones of his hips grinding against her own as he pushed his weight up and twisted, attempting to roll atop her and give the back of her skull a taste of her own treatment. Still, whether that succeeded or not~his arms were trapped, and no amount of power had a chance of breaking that strangling hold. “I'm already there, Ani!” he snarled, his pulsing arm soaking her armor and clothes with his blood and her own smearing against him as they grappled there upon the dirt.

[koda]

>>/ Kept her grip on him, steeled and solid, firm, and unrelenting. She wasn’t going to let go. He’d have to kill her before she released that grip. Even when his hips bucked upwards, grinding into her, she didn’t waiver. Her resolve was to keep that grip on him until he killed her. And he would have to. Even when she rolled back, her head slapping against the rocks once again, another groan of pain passing her lips, she didn’t release. That fall had her pointed canines sinking into her tongue, and when she spoke, more blood oozed from to corner of her mouth, mingling with what she was already covered in.

You’re a piss poor Saiyan, get off of me.” she spat the words out, a spinkling of blood welling up and spattering across whatever flesh was exposed as she jerked her legs upward, aiming to knee him or even throw him off balance, while the chi that coursed in her veins ran wild, encasing them in that cyan light.

Again, she was focusing all that chi, with her hands still tightly fisted around his back, she was creating those small orbs, instead of Sandanjuuha She was simply going to charge her Kuchidzuke all the while, sucking at the wound on her tongue, her mouth filling with blood, and finally, when she was ready, she blew a thick stream of it at him, like razzing water, only this was thicker, and aimed at his eyes, blood smattering his face. Then, and only then did her grip slacken in the slightest, so that she could discharge that energy, aiming it though his back. Sure, it would go through him and straight into her, but, she didn’t care in the least. He indeed, had invoked her rage, spiraling her into a blinding rage.\<<

[Rensou Hiruen]

With a sickening splatter, Rensou's face had become absolutely painted with the accumulated blood in her mouth, but the Saiyan did not recoil in horror. The act was uncouth, yes, but Rensou thrived in combat and always had. . .to be covered in bodily fluids was a common thing, and she was showing him nothing new. On that very same subject, adept energy sensing revealed to Rensou that Anienne was charging another of those piecing attacks. The male was aware she was not particularly fond of blood, but had no idea it would drive her to the point of putting herself in danger.

“. . .Anienne!” Rensou snarled, but it was but a whisper as his throat reverberated in his pleading for her to stop this insanity. It seemed Rensou had come back to his senses first. The last Hiruen repeated himself before realizing she would not be swayed from her course, and in response, the ex-gladiator shattered the dam within and a flood of aura intermixed with her own as the Kousho invigorated him at the very moment she released her attack.

If Rensou had been powerful before, this new strength that had rippled up from deep within the depths of his fighting heart was something unimaginable in comparison. Strength was abounding within him, and speed had turned seconds into hours. The Kuchidzuke that powered through the armor sheathing his hide bored through skin and to some extent the muscle before halting against a rib shielded by the sheer empowering force of nearly two hundred thousand units of power.

Her arms had released him, and Rensou was suddenly free of her grasp and upon his feet moments before she would actually realize he was off of her and she was liberated to perform as she pleased. Rensou was desperate, the woman would continue to try to kill him and endanger herself lest he was able to calm her or put her out of the world of consciousness.

“Lieutenant Aspera! Stand down!” he roared, hoping her commitment to the military would draw her from the clutches of her uncontrollable rage. If it was unable to perform the thing necessary of it, superiority would be tossed aside in favor of physical force.

[koda]

>>/ She wasn’t phased by his sudden separation. Though, she smelled that intense rush of blood, she didn’t hesitate to again, super charge that chi in her body, again, compressing it tightly, once more, reading the attack Sandanjuuha. What had set the female into such a blind rage? So much so, that even hearing the call of her commander did nothing. Ren would soon suspect it was more than just the blood, one might hope.

Indeed, the woman was lost to the rules of training, and instead, slipped into that beast like creature she’d become only in the most stressed of moments. Or perhaps, simply the rage that she seemed so keen to pent up was finally coursing free, just like the blood that poured out of her flesh. With every hammered beat of her heart, it pumped faster, and flowed thicker. And when that scream, from deep in her core rumbled up her throat, her chi snapping like electricity around her as she charged herself, all the while, that chi charged blood spat at the males face started popping. Though in such small concentration, it served more as an annoyance than pain, but Anienne didn’t care. Not in the slightest.

Again, that chi was compressed, and once more, it hurtled outward. This time, it didn’t backfire, it shot like a bullet, and aimed straight for her target, Rensou. \<<

[Rensou Hiruen]

This had gone on far too long, and too much blood had sputtered from Rensou's arm and as quickly as his Kousho had enveloped and empowered him, it left him struggling. . .weak, gasping for each ragged breath as he slid to one knee and steadied himself upon a hand. The Saiyan was not capable of much as his Lieutenant roared out her frustrations, her energy crackling with bio-electricity and the very blood upon Rensou's flesh shuddering with incineration as it bubbled and cracked against his scarred face and exposed, slick arms.

“Ani. . .” he groaned, his coal orbs drooping with exhaustion, his teeth gritting with pain. While she was marginally weaker than him, robbing him of his blood had taken an eventual toll, and Rensou was paying for it heavily. The only thing the sculpted male could manage was bracing his hardened forearms before him as her new wave enveloped him. Rensou was not entirely aware of what occurred next, as the initial rocking crash of her energies against him was enough to whisk him away from the world of the awake.

The Saiyan bounced along the ground, his very body leaving packed craters as he tumbled and rolled his way across those hallowed grounds. How many wounds the Saiyan had suffered in the rolling scrape against the landscape would be initially unknown, but what was apparent was Rensou was bleeding at a slower pace. . .the spilling fluids were rippling up more slowly than ever before. The Saiyan was in obvious need of a Rejuvenation chamber.

[koda]

>>/ finally, when that attack unleashed itself, the woman dropped to a knee, chest heaving the air she needed into her lungs. With that solid burst, she had rid herself of most of her energy, and, it takes energy to be in a fit of rage.

Her fist hit the dirt, and she spat, smearing the ground with blood before she looked up, glazed over eyes watching as her partner bounced across the landscape. That last breath, that soft whisper of her name had finally pulled her back, and in time to see what she had done.

At first, she was angry, at herself, for that loss of control, but just as quickly, fear over took her, and she took to flight, body barreling towards the limply tumbling General. She was cursing herself the entire time, even as she bled, leaving a scarlet trail in her wake, she cursed, muttering apologies he couldn't hear. At long last, arrival at his side. Hitting the dirt in a tumble, being worn and tired herself, she knelt next to him, and shook her head.

"I'm sorry, General, I'm so sorry.....I'm so, so very sorry." She chanted, even as she wrapped her arms around him, scooping his weight against her chest as if he weighed little more than a child. Though, it was quiet the opposite. He was rather heavy, and with all the weighted gear, it was no easier. Tired, and weary, she tucked him against her body, his head pillowed against her chest, one arm beneath his knees, the other, around his shoulders.

Carrying him like a bride, again, she took to the air, making a beeline for their home, and the Rejuvenation Chamber. He needed it. She did too, but....Ren....Ren was on the verge of death. "Just a bit further Ren....We're almost there. I'll get you in the Chamber.....You'll be okay....and I'll have dinner ready when you wake up...." She seemed to be coaxing herself to carry on, more than the unconscious man in her grasp, but, it seemed to help.

Upon arrival to her home, she made quick work of getting him in a Chamber, her hands easily tearing away the shredded remains of his gear. Now, all hooked up, and set up, and in that stasis of healing, she gave a defeated sigh, and turned her back to the door, sliding down it, until her eyes closed. She was staying awake as long as her body would let her, and she wasn't moving, until her CO woke up, and reprimanded her as she deserved.....


If he woke up.

[Rensou Hiruen]

5,600 PL awarded. Yay for heavy clothes and sparring.

Rensou still needs a grade~ Anienne used his weights for this thread.

[Geurin]

4900

Nice work Ren, yet another well trained saiyan