Difference between revisions of "609/DBZ Zone 92 Battle of the Day"

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Serori (37) has posed:
    DBZ Zone 92! A place with a name that's hard to explain. Serori never has understood the acronym portion of it, and digging around never turned up anything sensible. Designated Battle Zone? But then that'd be redundant! What other words start with 'z'...

    She hovers above the mineral-rich grounds looking very serious while she contemplates just this point. Anyone without mind-reading capabilities would assume she's thinking about tactics or something else more dire, but no, she's just trying to think of what other words start with 'z'. Ziggurat? But there aren't any ziggurats here! Zoo? Where are the animals! Zygote? No, that doesn't make any sense.

    Serori goes right on glaring until someone else interesting shows up, like Trunks or Beli or this Eleanor person.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks is flying high speed over to the minerals, Serori is hovering over, a white trail of light following close behind him. He's dressed in batlle armor of, course and there's a sword slung over his back. The prince stops suddenly when he comes near her and studies the other saiyan for a moment.

Clearly she must have a plan.... because what else could she be thinking of at a time like this. "Serori! What are you doing? The Union could be here any second.....You do have a plan right?"

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Thankfully, Serori doesn't have to wait very long, and we don't have to find out what happens when a saiyan can no longer think of words that begin with 'z' while waiting for a battle.

    Beli glides in on her own six wings, flying high over the battlefield. She's not as speedy as the saiyans may be, but she's fast enough, and soon she swoops in a few yards in front of Serori and Trunks. Six black wings beat to keep her in a hover, and she glances between the two of them. The rephaite looks strangely weary and not quite as radiant as usual, but she still offers a light, small smile.

    "Hello again, you two," she greets in her soft voice, echoing with small bells and a volcano's dull rumble. "I hope you have been doing well since we met last." Strangely polite for someone defending tactically important territory from an enemy superfaction.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Miss Lamb cannot fly. This is a sore point for her as always as she appears on the ground under Miss Klum in a sickly sweet puff of pink smoke. She's foregoing the heavy armor of the Big Sister Suit tonight, and instead coming out in her bodysuit and Dad Clothes. Oh, and her brand new rusty trusty two handed pipe spanner. "Such a bother, really. I was just getting the girls ready for dinner."
     A look over and up at the dour faced Serori and the self styled leader of the PTO, and she shoves some hair out of her face. Goodness. Why is she so nervous about this?

Serori (37) has posed:
    Oh, right. A plan.

    Serori snaps out of her thoughts and gives Trunks a surprised look. "The plan is mostly to see what you can do in a fight that matters," she answers him, rubbing the back of her head as she speaks. "Beli Klum has answered my challenge for the zone, so she'll be here soon. See those troops moving back? Those are Union forces, clearing out to make room for us to decide who owns this spot."

    Like Trunks, she's sporting battle armor in the form of a white chestplate decorated by brassy abdominal plates and short pauldrons. Unlike Trunks, her battlesuit's of a more revealing, feminine cut, looking more like a long-sleeved, high-collared leotard than something made for war. It's matte black, and patterned by a subtle hexagonal weave.

    "Look! Here is your opponent. Or mine. Do you want to fight Beli, or should I?" Serori thinks it's very courteous to give Trunks his choice of opponent. Sticking up her hand in a wave, she greets Beli kind of belatedly, and gives the angel a head to toe inspection that leaves her sighing. "Are you so /sad/ about that guy that it's showing? Aah, Beli, put it behind you. Everything is okay, isn't it? Maybe this fight will invigorate you! Or maybe you need a trip to the hot springs."

    MY GOODNESS ISN'T THIS CIVIL.

    That's when Serori disappears in a loud clap like thunder, and reappears to deliver a gigantic roundhouse to Eleanor Lamb's gut. BOOM.

    Cheerfully, Serori adds: "Hello, Miss Lamb."

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor really needs to keep up with the local gossip and information better. They're probably discussing D, she's guessing, before getting off into nice quiet generalities about civil things an-

    THUMP. The lean girl goes sprawling into the dust, her wrench dragging a furrow behind her in the sod and topsoil, casting up a wave of obscuring smoke. Just like the old days. The Sister grimly gets up to her feet and sighs at Serori, murmuring. "Miss Serori, nice to finally meet you in person, I suppose." Those eyes remain neutral, as she's still not quite sure what to make of the Saiyan.
    What she is sure about is this fight though, and the young lady hefts her wrench, takes a LONG leaping step back at Serori, and aims a punch of the end of the spanner at Serori's midsection in return.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks nods and opens his mouth to perhaps chose his opponent, but then Serori is disappearing and kicking Eleanor Lamb. "Well then. Have fun..." He mutters and then lowers to about two feet off the ground and smirks at Beli.

"I am well. But I assure you will not be in the same condition when we're done here." Being polite is clearly not this saiyan's greatest strength. Luckily for him, fighting seems to be what he does best. Speaking of fights, the prince unsheathes his sword and charges at Beli swinging the blade in a rapid motion.

Serori (37) has posed:
    Serori hmmms. "I could have sworn we'd met someplace before. Not at one of those Christmas events? Santa versus Snake? Or some other occasion, maybe...aah, it's not coming to me at all, but I swear you're familiar. I guess I've been reading reports for so long, everyone's faces are familiar. So, are you okay to be called El -- "

    WHUMP. Serori doubles over and lets out a pained whoosh of air as Eleanor's wrench strikes her dead in the core. Some of the shiny plating stuck to Serori's armor dents and chips away, and there's a nasty crack now marring what was once some pretty nice decoration.

    Reeling back to survey the damage, the saiyan female pulls a face, and immediately turns golden. The air bursts in a snapping shockwave, and the stone beneath her feet crumbles into a shallow crater growing wider as the power surrounding her form begins to grow. Serori's eyes shine like fiery emeralds, and her aura whips up like a storm.

    "Now it'll be the kind of fight a woman like you deserves." Smirk.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Something in Serori's response sends a look of surprise over Beli's expression. She blinks, her pale skin glowing a little brighter. Her mouth opens to give some sort of stammering protest, but by the time the sounds seem like they're about to turn into something coherant, Serori has vanished!

    The rephaite crosses her arms with a brief sigh. Running after banter is entirely unfair.

    She doesn't have much time to complain, though, because Trunks is drawing her attention next. The angelic demon offers a slight, awkward grin at that comment. "It will be fine. I am used to being beaten bloody in combat. It is something of a guarantee whenever I go out these days."

    Just before Trunks rushes at her, her wings begin to glow with a crimson sheen, and scarlet flames burn in the centers of her halos. It's a brief preparation before Trunks is rushing at her.

    When he hits, Trunks doesn't cleave right through the hybrid as he might expect to. His blade digs into her side, just below her ribs, creating a wound that bleeds blood nearly as black and thick as tar, but he would find his sword stopped by one that has suddenly formed in Beli's grasp. It's made from physical darkness, blacker than any shadow and just holding up against his blade. She's not strong enough to completely block him, but at least she's not stabbed into too much.

    Beli winces, but immediately counterattacks. It comes from one of her wings; a sharp shard of darkness shoots out to try and pierce the shoulder of Trunks's sword arm, hopefully in a way that hinders him a little.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Annnnnnnd she's changed colors. Elle's read more than enough reports to know what this means. Though. She smiles. It is a smile of a hunter, and a guardian. Eleanor looks Serori right in the eyes, and murmurs. "Then let me properly introduce myself. Eleanor Lamb. The titles proably don't matter though, since... I think you prefer deeds to words. So let's get right to it, shall we? We can talk dainty lady things like baths afterwards perhaps, though I do not think we run in the same circles." The brunette's hair certainly doesn't change, but she lets out a war-cry screech and...
    The ground crumples under her feet as she LEAPS into the air, raises up her wrench in one hand like some great bloody claymore, and brings it down at Serori. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyah!"

Trunks (479) has posed:
When the blade, Trunks slashed into Beli's side is blocked or stuck, the hybrid frowns and struggles with digging the blade into the angelic demon. He looks up just in time to see the shards shoot out from Beli's wings and the Saiyan disappears almost instantly.

He reappears about ten feet from Beli and puts his sword back in place. "I see, another method of attack is necessary." An aura starts to surround him though he doesn't go to the level of Super Saiyan like Serori. It doesn't seem truly necessary at this point. Then the hybrid disappears only to reappear in front of Beli. He attempts to knee her aiming for the gut to at least make her stagger back.

Serori (37) has posed:
    Serori catches the wrench in her hand.

    That's not to say she's deflected the blow like it's nothing -- the impact rips through her arm, felt to the very bone! On the surface, the punishment appears minimal, but not far below all that tough skin and muscle, hairline fractures spread like spiderwebs through Serori's finger bones, wrist bones, and arm bones, almost all the way down to the funny bone. A scowl and snarl pulls at Serori's countenance, no sign of her smirk remaining.

    Coiling her fingers around the wrench, Serori uses all her might to YANK Eleanor forward and off her feet. Whoosh! Eleanor did want to fly, right?! Unfortunately, her trip is a short one. Serori's fist is in the way. It's there, cocked at approximately the right height and angle to get Eleanor right in the nose.

    Serori doesn't try to keep the wrench. That'd be unfair.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Beli winces a little once the sword is pulled free from her side. Thick black blood trickles down her waist, but she still manages a slight grin as she watches Trunks reconsider his tactics. "I have to admit, I do seem to have some surprises," she replies, holding her dark sword in her left hand and giving it a brief twirl. "Of course, you are definitely skilled as well. Not too shocking, really..."

    Darkness swirls around her right arm as Trunks thinks, then suddenly appears in front of her. Fortunately, the demonic angel is pretty fast herself: a sudden, strong beat of her wings sends her back just as his knee comes up, and while it jolts painfully into her earlier wound, she's thankfully spared the undoubtedly bone-breaking strike that knee could be otherwise.

    At the same time, her left arm thrusts out toward Trunks, but it's not the sword she tries to strike him with. It's the swarm of demonic flies that suddenly emerges from the shadows around her arm, buzzing in a black cloud that rushes out to bite and sting and dig their small claws into whatever parts of Trunks's body they can find.

    Yep. Surprises.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    CRUNCH. Eleanor's nose makes a very rude noise, as she runs smack into that fist. There's a splattering of blood, and Elle's eyes water from the impact. There's a moment of disorientation, before the Sister coughs up a snort of blood from her mouth, sputtering. "Just as I suspected."
    But Serori's still holding on to Eleanor, and that's somethign the girl doesn't wish to keep happening. There's a tensing of her muscles against the Saiyan's body, and she lets out a hiss of breath that's followed by the sharp smell of ozone in the air. That's quickly followed by an electric JOLT that courses through her body, aiming to loosen Serori's grip on her everything.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Surprises, indeed....Trunks's eyes widen as the swarm of 'flies' come after him. The sword is out again and he swings it around frustrated and confused at the same time.

There's even a full 360 degrees swing before a golden aura explodes from under the swarm of demonic flies...or whatever they are. The energy itself should be enough to push them back. He realizes he probably underestimated his opponent. And so he goes all out which should be clear with his blond hair and greenish blue eyes. He twirls his sword in his hand before holding it up towards Beli. "Let's see how good you are with that blade!"

Serori (37) has posed:
    You would think a Super Saiyan's hair couldn't possibly stand up on end any higher, what with all that power already making it kind of spiky and stiff, but you'd be wrong! Add some electricity, and it'll manage to bristle up even further. That's the secret for identifying an ascended Super Saiyan, by the way. Just add electricity.

    Anyway, Serori gets so thoroughly ZAPPED that she can't restrain a yelp of pain. Rather than get thrown back in a cartoony way, all her muscles go rigid, locked instantly to maximum tension by the electricity's course. Nerves on fire, smoke rising from her skin, Serori rocks backwards a moment later just because her balance is all screwed up.

    Serori shakes her head to clear it; then, she blasts off from the ground, leaving behind another wide, scorched pit. Poor Eleanor can't hope to slow down Serori, who moves so quickly her form is nothing more than a yellow-tinted blur! About twenty feet up, Serori twists around, halts mid-air, and -- well. If you have an advantage, why not use it?

    A wide column of energy comes roaring from her hands to cook Eleanor inside its searing radius.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Beli hovers in midair as Trunks struggles against the assault formed from the soul of Beelzebub. It gives her a moment to catch her breath, at least. She may be good at moving quickly, but she certainly doesn't have the stamina for swiftness like Trunks clearly does.

    And then he flares into a Super Saiyan. Beli fliches slightly against the sudden flash that blasts away her demonic insects, her eyes narrowed against the empowered glow now radiating around Trunks. She's been fortunate enough not to be on the receiving end of a Super Saiyan, but now...she's all too aware of the incoming beating she's going to receive.

    Oh, well. Time to make the most of it.

    "...right, if you say so." Beli's hand tightens around her sword...but it suddenly dissipates. The glow on her wings and the flames in her halos also change to cyan with a brief flash, and a white light in her right hand forms another sword. Unlike the first, this one is a double-edged broadsword, the hilt made from elegant silver and the blade formed from transparent blue magic.

    The hybrid doesn't wait for Trunks to wonder what the sword of Fairness might be capable of. Her wings beat and send her rushing after him, and when she comes close, her angelic sword is swung up in a diagonal slash. Strangely, the sword simply moves through any physical objects without stopping or leaving any clear damage; the attack comes from the burst of magical power it sends into the opponent upon passing through. It's a sword that hurts, but leaves no wounds, and can only truly be blocked by another source of magic or energy. Fitting for the soul of the archangel of justice.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    There's a look of satisfaction on Elle's face as that shot of electrons does it's job, Elee's eyes going a little dull afterwards from the massive expense of energy that took. But she's right back at it with a shake of her head, and just in time too as Serori charges up her lasers!
    A searing column of light is just the sort of thing Eleanor was warned about, very directly, by Nathan. 'Anything Glowy'. That's certainly qualifies. And it does indeed slam into the ground where Eleanor's ground-trapped body is, tossing up a massive cloud of dust!
    But just as in any good action scene, Elle's body comes leaping out of the cloud, mostly unscathed, as she lets that wrench trail behind her. Flying enemies are always a pain, aren't they? Good thing Eleanor's got the means to handle that. The Wrench is planted in the dirt, and Eleanor reaches up with a burst of energy behind those placid eyes. "GET DOWN HERE!" And then that hand YANKS, bringing with it a sudden slap of TK energy at Serori's back, trying to turf the Saiyan.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks blinks a little when he sees the second sword, but he doesn't let his guard down and keeps the sword up. Though that doesn't seem to be enough to stop the magical weapon and it hits the other hybrid right in the side. Trunks winces in pain and flies into the air to avoid any more damage than he has already taken.

The prince holds his side to check for any wounds, but to his surprise nothing is there.

"I don't know what kind of weapon that is, but I promise it won't save you!" He grips his sword tighter and sweeps in closer to slash upwards.

Serori (37) has posed:
    TK energy...telekinesis?

    Serori isn't very good against telekinesis. It's almost like magic, and she hates magic.

    By the will of Eleanor Lamb, Serori the Super Saiyan is slammed back to earth! A stunning impact introduces an even more amazing and exaggerated crater to the scenery. Rocks, pebbles, dust, and curse words erupt into the sky as if trading places with Serori's shining presence. Some of those pebbles bounce off her face and cracked armor as she lies in the center of the ruin, looking very, very not thrilled.

    The crater abruptly gets even bigger. Serori pushes off the ground in another one of those thunderous shockwavey movements that makes a joke of the sound barrier. All that speed and force closes in on Eleanor, and Serori unleashes a series of punches, kicks, and snarls that would be devastated, if any would land. She even throws a bite in for good measure, that's how saucy she's feeling!

    Snap!

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    There's a little satisfaction to seeing the saiyan prince baffled and forced to retreat from her attack. Even if she ends up getting thoroughly beaten as a result, this fight could do a bit to restore Beli's confidence. It's a fortunate beating.

    She shrugs a little once her sword is held to her side again. "Angelic sword," she remarks almost coyly before Trunks rushes at her. Her awkward grin shows the faintest hint of smugness.

    Fairness is perfect for circumventing enemy defenses, but the weapon is not nearly as good at defense itself. Thankfully, Beli is very much aware of this. When Trunks zips in at her again, Beli casts her right arm to the side, and around her forms a sphere of golden light. It only lasts for a second, however; Trunks's sword crashes in against it, shattering the barrier into a fine, sparkling dust. It doesn't protect Beli entirely, but it does serve to give her a split second to fly back while Trunks's attack is stripped of some momentum. That makes the slash that cleaves up along her torso only painfully deep and bleeding, rather than entirely devastating and lethal.

    The angelic demon winces, then suddenly throws her free arm out at Trunks again. A blinding flash of white light flares out from her, serving as (hopefully) a brief distraction before she comes in with a quick slash of her magical sword again!

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor was expecting the counter attack at least, and quickly drops the wrench to the dirt to start parrying those punches and kicks as best she can, the force of the blows thundering against her thighs and forearms as she tries to turn the tide. It's mostly sucessful, but she wasn't ever expecting that bite on her cheek, that's for sure. Elle's got a funny taste, her blood's not right, though who knows if Serori even knows on a regular basis what human blood is supposed to taste like.

    Those eyes go wide again as blood seeps out of her cheek, and there's a sudden hardness there, as Miss Lamb hefts her breath, pulls back her fist, and...

    It's a simple, straight punch! Wait no. There's a flash of cold behind it, as Eleanor's fist crusts over with ice, aiming to add a little more omph to the strike.

Serori (37) has posed:
    Serori hates the cold, too! What, did Eleanor look up cheat codes or something?!

TReeling back under the icy punch, Serori lets out another grumbly growl. Feet plant, fists curl, and the battered and bruised Super Saiyan spits blood from her mouth. Snapping green eyes deliver the kind of look which could kill. "You're tougher than I thought you'd be."

    It's a compliment, but that's a tone of annoyance, not reverence. Serori looks up briefly, to see how Trunks is managing himself. "Tch. Kid isn't so bad, huh?"

    Okay, okay, enough chit-chat. Serori sails back in a high leap, and unleashes a series of explosive orbs, one after the other, each one thrown in an arc to chase Eleanor down wherever she goes!

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    That of all things, of all the things Elle could hear today, actually gets a smile from her. "Thanks. I was built this way." An actual smile there, before she whips around and tries to swing another icy fist at Serori, but the Saiyan is already up in the air again, launching machine gun plasma ki energy thingies at her. Dammit, why can they ALL FLY?
    Eleanor can do little this time, as Seroroi actually seems to be tracking her now, and several of the balls slap into her back and side, sending her sprawling with scorch marks across her well worn sweater and skin.
    The Sister rolls to her back though, and growls. "Two can do this though." Both of Eleanor's hands crackle over with fire, the skin actually crisping across her palms and the backs of her hands, as she sucks in a breath, and launches a howling column of flames up into the air at the Saiyan.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks doesn't exactly react in time to cover his eyes or anything like that and he is temporary blinded. So, of course, the sword ends up connecting to his body painfully (not leaving any wound or mark again).

Even after the young man is slashed arcoss the arm by the angelic sword he still is only just recovering from this blindness. "That's dirty fighting." He mutters. He simply can't use his sword or fists for obvious reasons. So, he does the next best, charges an energy sphere, and discharges it as an energy wave.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Once she's flapped back to open the distance again, Beli can't help but grin a little at Trunks's irritable muttering. A slightly helpless shrug is her response. "Sorry. I am half demon; it kind of comes by nature." Strange how good-naturedly she's taking this. Normally fights don't have her this easygoing.

    But that doesn't mean she's taking Trunks lightly or misjudging this fight. She's fully aware that he's capable and willing to crush her into a fine paste, but she's just fortunately avoided that so far. The angel-demon remains fully alert, and that is precisely what helps her against his next attack.

    The one thing Fairness /can/ properly block is that sort of energy assault. Fortunately, Beli predicts the attack's nature properly and lifts the sword up in front of her. It's not perfect - the wave's edges still clip her upper wings - but the sword is at least able to block the brunt of the shot and spare her from being blasted away.

    Her retaliation is quick, though perhaps unexpected. Her arms lower, and Fairness vanishes in a flash of white light that then consumes both her forearms. As Beli rushes in toward Trunks again, she's suddenly equipped with a pair of huge, golden scales that hang by chains bound tightly around her forearms. It seems like an effort to even keep her arms up, but Beli seems to manage.

    When she comes close, she swings the scales of Balance up, but not to strike Trunks with them. Instead, they crash together just in front of her, releasing both the resounding clang of a gong and the powerful thunderclap of a growing storm. At the same time, a wave of lightning blasts out from their meeting to strike at Trunks, tearing through the air!

Serori (37) has posed:
    Fire boils into the sky to consume Serori inside a terrible conflagration! Mustering her aura into a form of barrier, Serori shrinks back from the blistering heat and lung-scraping smoke, but Eleanor's determination empowers her flame, giving it the kind of strength to outlast all of Serori's defenses. Even a hasty dive toward the ground doesn't save her! Serori's chased, and by the time she emerges from the fireball -- her armor coated in soot, her skin red, her battlesuit blackened -- the damage is done. Serori lands /hard/, and she's down for more than a few seconds trying to recover her breath.

    The air isn't ever going to taste clean ever again, is it? Serori chokes on her coughs. "You -- " Cough! " -- are not winning yet!" Cough, cough. "If you think I'm going to rely on some son of Vegeta -- " COUGH.

    Eh, fuck it, the point's been made. Serori streams light and rippling heat behind her as she lunges for Eleanor again. Trying once more to yank the woman off her feet, Serori aims to throw Eleanor high into the sky -- more flying lessons! -- and then to blast her out of it. Maybe if Eleanor's off her feet and unbalanced, she won't be able to protect herself as well? Serori ROOOOOOOOOARS as she lets out that energy beam, her entire body and mind focused on destroying Eleanor Lamb.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks crosses both arms in front of him so that they make a 'X' to try and defend himself from the lightning blast. It works to an extent, but he is still pushed back far and the selves of his armor is now brunt up. He extends his arms forward preparing another energy blast, but then his eyes drift to Serori. He arches a brow and frowns. "Having some trouble, Serori."

He might have continued, but his attention is drawn to Beli again and he fires off a rapid succession of small energy balls to at least hinder her attack

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor... well, she's looking right back up at Serori, calling out as she lands, rolling to her feet herself. "Winning is secondary to victory. The concepts are not quite the same, really, if-"
    And then she's YANKED into the air, flailing a bit and snarling. "PHILOSOPHY MUST NOT BE YOUR SUBJECT." A punch or two at Serori's face, before she's flung upwards and blasted by another one of those living columns of energy. There's a holying screech from behind that light, and then Eleanor's body lands neatly into a crater, along with a puff of pinkish purple smoke. Huh, what's that-
    That is a teleport, instant transmission, whatever, as Elle's voice comes from behind Serori, along with a swish. She's got her wrench back. "RELY ON YOURSELF!" SWAT.
    She also looks upwards at Trunks and snarls. "YOU'RE NEXT, RUDE CHILD."

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Though she can direct her strength enough to hurl Balance around, Beli's not really built for brute strength. The twin scales swing down again, yanking her down in the air briefly before strong beats of her wings get her back to her earlier level. She seems to be straining just to manage that!

    A glance down lets her know how Eleanor's fight seems to be going, and that at least serves as a little boost of encouragement. The distraction gives Trunks an opening, however; the orbs fly at her, and she notices them just in time to give a brief sound of surprise before falling a little out of the sky to try and avoid them.

    It's somewhat successful. The orbs strike her upper wings and shoulders, but they're not quite direct hits, at least. The rephaite is still sent out of the sky with a cry of pain, sending her tumbling down to land uncomfortably on the ground below with a thunderous crash.

    Time for Balance to go away, she reasons, wincing as the scales vanish and she staggers to her feet. Her right hand comes to rest across her body, shielding the wounds she's already taken as she looks up at Trunks and considers her options.

    The glow over her wings and the flames in her halos shift to red once more. Her left hand lifts toward the prince, but the attack comes from below him. Three dark portals emerge in the ground, and from each one shoots a rusty chain tipped by a large, vicious hook. The chains attempt to lash out and dig their hooks into Trunks, then with a downward yank of Beli's arm, their next aim becomes slamming him into the ground.

Serori (37) has posed:
    The wrench crunches open Serori's armor. On the other side of the gaping hole, the wrench finds Serori's spine. Numbing agony shoots up and down the whacked spinal cord, dropping the saiyan at once to her knees. The shout she releases is less rage, and more on the pained and alarmed side, because who the hell expects a wrench to do that kind of damage?!

    Serori feels the world dip and skew a few times as she tries to get her feet back under her body. Clutching at the cratered terrain, she's forced to wait for her vertigo to fade, and for some feeling to return to her bludgeoned nerves.

    "T-tch...I am /not/...I am /not/ going to fall to the likes of you! And...I..." Serori pushes slowly up onto her hands and knees. Standing up, she leans to the right, head bent back slightly to keep the blood from running into her eyes. She's still all golden, somehow. Must not be beaten enough to lose her transformation, yet.

    A low, taut stance is taken. Serori growls in her throat, and spits out her savage defiance. "/I/...I REFUSE TO BE RESCUED BY THE LIKES OF /HIM/!"

    Not that she has anything against Trunks -- he is of the royal line, after all, and a saiyan, and her ally -- but he was so /confident/ about having to save Serori that it's galling! Pride on the line, temper enflamed, Serori decimates the surrounding area by pouring her remaining power into a concussive shockwave. It bubbles out around her body, a dozen feet, twenty feet before it snaps, and then the wave of power which sourced the shockwave tears out after it. The ground explodes into chunky boulders, then to shrapnel, then to pebbles, then to fine dust, and Eleanor will find herself caught inside three such surging waves. As the amount of energy pouring from Serori's shining form increases, the shape of it changes from a globe to something more conical and jagged, like she's used herself to stoke the biggest, baddest bonfire ever conceived.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Using his ki, Trunks projects an energy shield around his body causing all the chains to merely bounce off of it. "You'll have to try harder than that." He barely gets that part out before Serori 'blows up'. It even has the hybrid flying into the air to get away from the path of the large shockwave. "Wow!" He actually seems impressed for a moment.

But then he attention is drawn to Beli again. "I'm not done with you!" He disappears and then reappears just slightly above the demonic angel swinging his sword for another slash.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor cries out, and was halfway about to roar another challenge at Serori, when that attack comes around. It's less of an attack, and instead a reaction much like the one she had earlier, writ large. Elle's got little she can do to stand up to that one, really, as she simply curls up and rides it out.
    In retrospect, not the best plan. Wave after wave, rock after rock, shard after shard batters and cuts and slices at her body, as she's tossed backwards into the slowly collapsing remains of a nearby cliff face, lost for the dust and stone and shrapnel.

    And this time, there's no spry escape from the wreckage. Instead what emerges from the rocks and rubble is a bleeding, battered and bruised eleanor. Her left arm hangs limp at her side, and she's wobbling unsteadily on her feet, but there's a burning bright look in those pretty eyes of hers that fixate on the Saiyan. Her right hand comes up to her shoulder, and she forcibly CRACKS her arm back into place, a sickening sound of bones resetting themself. Blood drips to the dirt from holes that are coated in dirt and grime and such. "Well, look at this now, a filthy Unionite against a terrifying Confederate." She spits out a mouthful of blood, and rolls both shoulders, bones clicking as she does so. "I will admit, I've taken some beatings, but you haven't gotten to the top of the list just yet." That wrench plants itself into the dirt and drags in the topsoil and ruined gravel between herself and Serori. "Now then."

    An EXPLOSION of stones, and Eleanor Lamb closes the distance with Serori FAST. Thanks, wonky zone physics, as she takes 4 long strides, one spinning stride, and LAUNCHES herself at Serori with a blast of Telekinesis. "LET'S RETURN THE FAVOR, FATHER!" And Eleanor roundhouses that wrench, wreathed in flames and gusts of wind, aiming to send Serori back into the dirt.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    The hooked chains of Fraud...bounce off! Beli's confidence sinks a little when she sees the chains simply tumble back down to the ground before being dragged back into those dark portals again. Alright, so that won't work. What will?

    Beli doesn't have much time to consider that question, because suddenly the ground is exploding nearby. The rephaite gives a yelp of surprise, her wings beating to send her out of the path of that explosion, and her surprise in turn nearly leaving her open for Trunks's strike. It's only thanks to another wingbeat that she partially evades the slash, suffering a cleave along her shoulder that tears through her jacket and capelet and draws more black blood.

    She winces, her next landing coming with an uncomfortable stumble. Beli's fully aware that she can't really endure a battle of attrition in this case. She has to see if she can end this, and she hopes that, by now, her ability to pour out large amounts of power has returned to her.

    There isn't any taunting or quipping made. Beli's expression hardens, and darkness and scarlet hellfire begin to whirl around her. As they begin to intensify, her wings spread, and in the next moment, a leap and a powerful beat of her wings sends her rocketing toward Trunks like a comet of black and red.

    What she aims to do is tackle him in midair. And, if she manages that, she suddenly discharges all the infernal energy she's been gathering in a single explosive blast of slicing arcs of shadow and agonizingly painful blasts of hellfire, all released point blank right after that tackling impact!

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks cries out in pain and is grounded almost instantly by the discharge of energy creating a large crater at the spot where he connects to the ground. But he rises eventually, he armor battered and torn. With that, he has lost all patience for this battle

The prince's arrogance caused him to not expect a true fight when he came up againist the demonic angel. He raises a single hand up towards her. "IT'S OVER!" He shouts and fires a huge energy beam into the air.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Beli remains hovering in midair once she manages to knock Trunks /out/ of the air, breathing heavily and watching him recover. He just doesn't /give up/, does he? Stubborn though Beli may be, it's doubtful that she can hold out longer than Trunks at this point. She may not have much power left.

    Suddenly, his arm thrusts out toward her, and before she can react, she's abruptly consumed by a roiling beam of energy. She cries out in sheer pain, but the sound is almost inaudible over the blaring power of Trunks's assault shooting into the sky.

    The rephaite's earlier doubts prove true. Once the beam finally stops, Beli tumbles out of the air, smoking and steaming until she lands in a crumpled heap on the ground. Her clothes have been scorched, even burned away in parts, and her near-white skin has grown dull compared to its earlier shine. She almost seems completely out of the fight, and Trunks might have reason to think so, as she doesn't move for several moments.

    ...but then darkness starts crackling along the ground from her, rushing over the earth toward Trunks. The pitch-black substance speeds along to him, pooling around his feet...then suddenly strikes upward in a single pointed spire to stab right into his torso!

Serori (37) has posed:
    Serori is...let's put it this way. Serori is the turtle trying to cross the road. Eleanor is the semi-truck speeding down the same road. Whenever a semi-truck hits a turtle, the turtle tends to get made into a pancake. Serori is now a pancake. This metaphor is getting out of hand!

    The massive wrench clutched in Eleanor's hands becomes a tool for her inevitable victory. Serori's bones snap. The gold flies from her body, leaving her boring, bloody, weakened, battered, and all of those other awful things. Blood leaks from her mouth and nose and all those wounds she's acquired from being dragged through the dirt and rocks so many times. Without all her radiance and glory, she looks kind of small and tired, almost frail -- certainly no match for a big scary wrench.

    Don't make the mistake of assuming she /is/ frail, however. Serori whips around and kicks out her feet to sweep Eleanor to the ground. Then, she pounces, and with all that remains of her strength, she proceeds to wearily and sluggishly deliver a punishing beatdown.

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks takes a deep breathe when he sees Beli tumble down to the ground. In fact, he even starts fly away thinking that he finished her off. So, when the spire comes close enough to hit him, it hits him right in the back and he cries out in pain.

The prince spits out some blood and put a hand on his stomach. "You don't give up, do you?" He calls back enraged. He grips his sword tightly and charges at the other hybrid with an overhead swing that is followed up by various other sword slashes.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor can hardly believe the Saiyan is still up and moving after all of that... but she can believe it, and it's happening. She's also being punched repeatedly in the face and chest, her lean body bruising even more, A shiner already blossoming across her cheek where she was bit. But the Saiyan has 'depowered' now, and Elle is not about to let this opportunity pass her by.
    Hands come up, hold the alien in place, and Elle rolls the pair of them over in the rubble of the battlefield, staring down at Serori. "Next time, bring everything you've got. CHALLENGE ME."

    Elle's return shot is a rounding heavy smack to the side of Serori's head, hoping to knock the Saiyan out without causing any more damage.

Serori (37) has posed:
    "Ch...CHALLENGE YOU?!"

    The smack across her mouth almost steals the words away before they get out, but no, Eleanor's just a shred too slow, and that's too bad! It might have stunned Serori into inaction. Now, her pride's wounded, and she's just pissed off.

    Serori lunges up from the ground to headbutt Eleanor into silence.

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    "...not...really, no. I am not fond of backing down." Beli's weakened response isn't as loud as Trunks's shout. She's still in a great deal of pain, after all. Even then, she manages to lift her head and give a slight grin to Trunks as she pushes herself up, barely making it to her feet before he's on top of her again.

    She's not very good at dodging right now, unfortunately.

    Slash after slash bears down on her, cleaving more wounds that spurt black blood. While the first is a direct cleave into her shoulder, however, she grows a little better at blocking them as they proceed, lifting her arms to cast brief barriers of shadow to weaken the impacts. It doesn't do much, but it does buy her some breathing room while Trunks slashes into her, until at last she ducks down, aided by a parry of his sword, and moves in beneath him.

    That darkness gathered in her left arm can be used for more than just blocking. As she moves into his guard, she brings that arm back, then delivers a driving /punch/ to his gut that discharges that concussive wave of darkness to make it even stronger.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Now we are in the tired punch each other on the ground portion of the fight. Eleanor's mouth and jaw rocks with the headbutt, before she snarls. "YES. CHALLENGE." These's a hesitance in her voice though, as she pushes past that, and grabs at Serori's armor. WORDS ARE HARD. What's easier is yanking her up by her collar and slamming her head into the dirt.

Serori (37) has posed:
    Serori's head hits the ground in kind of an...icky way. It's not really pleasant, beating someone's head off of hard objects, is it? There's a thunk, a soft, confused cry, and then Serori's gaze goes all glassy before her eyes roll back in her head. Next, her body goes limp. Eleanor is left the winner of this one!

Trunks (479) has posed:
Trunks, now battle exhausted, barely dodges the waves of darkness flying towards him. He does manage to get out of the way though. "You've....put up a good fight. But think it's past time this game ended!" He thrusts his hand towards the angelic demon and fires off a large energy sphere.

If that worked and Beli's down, Trunks turns over to look at the now fallen Serori and then back at Eleanor. "It looks like it's your turn to fall."

Beli Klum (238) has posed:
    Beli...kind of awkwardly stumbles as her strike /completely/ whiffs. Her eyes widen as she looks up at Trunks, struggling to regain her balance...but too late. The sphere strikes, and she lets out a soft gasp of pained surprise.

    The next thing Beli does is go flying, skittering, and tumbling along the ground for a few yards, before she finally ends up face-down on the ground, wings draped at awkward angles beside her. The crimson sheen and flames have gone, and the rephaite is still.

    She's not getting up this time.

Eleanor Lamb (40) has posed:
    Eleanor Lamb gets up to her feet, over the top of Serori's beaten body. Her eyes are blazing, but she's pretty beaten up herself.
    She points the wrench at Trunks, and steps away from Serori's limp form. "Take yours, I take mine, and leave peacefully. We'll settle this some other time, usurper."