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Date: 2019-12-03 03:42 am (UTC)
light_of_willpower: (SSJ-aura-profile-confident)
From: [personal profile] light_of_willpower
"You'd prefer a moving target?" Trunks called back, stopping his own volley in favor of dodging the energy attacks. Still on the ground too, as he hadn't yet taken to the air. "Try and hit me then. IF you can, I might be impressed."

Oh yes, the smirk and quirk of his brow with that taunt were definitely like his father's.

Especially since Trunks took to the air now, upping his speed and focusing purely on dodging to get closer and closer to her. Not quite as fast as he could go--he wasn't blurring or moving so fast he seemed to teleport. Yet.

Date: 2019-12-03 03:48 am (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (contempt)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
Not that his speed and agility weren't up to the task, but it wasn't so perfectly easy; the energy balls homed in on biosignatures, meaning they were chasing him. But even so, she knew perfectly well she wouldn't so much as sting him that way.

Which is why as soon as he got within range, what she fired from her cannon was not a ball, but a column, rushing through the air at lightspeed towards him.

Date: 2019-12-03 03:57 am (UTC)
light_of_willpower: (SSJ-Diving-sword-striking)
From: [personal profile] light_of_willpower
The chasing him was certainly a new wrinkle, but Trunks did enjoy a challenge. Even if it wasn't in his blood, he did appreciate competition and pushing his limits. Still, she was planning something--he knew it. Battle instincts, or experience, or something.

The column had green-eyes widen, then narrow. Arms coming up in a guard in front of him, and Trunks pulled more energy and power around him. Bracing himself but also diving for the column itself. Moving to push through it, aiming for the ground at her feet if he could.

Date: 2019-12-03 03:59 am (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (surprised)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
Clever as her plan might have been -- and even anticipating that in some way he'd manage to react faster than the speed of light -- she had not planned for him to move forward while enduring it. No sooner did the column let up then there he was, completely unexpected by her!

Date: 2019-12-03 04:09 am (UTC)
light_of_willpower: (SSJ-aura-profile-confident)
From: [personal profile] light_of_willpower
The problem with his maneuver, was that momentum was hard to stop. Trunks managed to shift just enough to get his feet under himself, as he hit the ground. Along with all the energy around him from his own aura, and whatever blasts had followed him.

It was like being at the center of an explosion, ground churned up and gravel thrown around from the concussive force as the blast made a crater. Grass flattened, their coats and her hat blown away, and Trunks in the center of the crater.

Still glowing, crouched, and with his arms crossed and braced. Mostly unscathed and unhurt thanks to his powering-up, but with definite rips and burns to his clothing. A hole over the knee, wind-sheared rips in his shirt; cloth ripped, but the man unharmed.

Wary, but also with clear concern in his voice. "Morag?"
Edited Date: 2019-12-03 04:13 am (UTC)

Date: 2019-12-03 03:47 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (sidelong look)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
Huge explosions, as it happened, weren't an unfamiliar peril to her. Of course, normally she had a Blade's help in protecting herself from them, but damned if she was going to let that slow her down.

The blast knocked her back, off her feet to start with, but she rolled with the impact till the raw strength in her body could take over and force herself into a slide on her boots and one gloved hand. She didn't even think about her own situation, her clothes ripped in several places where friction had shredded them and her fair skin standing out brightly against the dark uniform colors. As soon as she got bracing beneath her, she took off at a run straight back towards him, exchanging cannon for blades as she moved.

Date: 2019-12-03 05:05 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (the flamebringer)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
Mòrag's swords flared bright with plasma as she blocked and counterstruck, dodging easily out of the way of those attacks she didn't block as she fell into a familiar dueling form. Her own hits came out stronger and with greater determination behind them as she urged herself to draw out more of his ability. All the while a smile shone on her face, the light of her blades reflected brilliantly in her eyes.

Date: 2019-12-03 06:18 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (explaining)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
"I could say the same," Mòrag said over her blades, not letting up on the strength behind them so he couldn't easily push her back. The plasma was roaring-hot to her, making a few sweat drops bead on her temples. What a nuisance that was! "I might still consider you a worthwhile challenge even if Brighid was here."

Date: 2019-12-03 06:28 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (little smile)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
"And I lack a Blade," she said with a smirk. "Taking pride in standing up to a woman who's essentially unarmed?

She WAS enjoying this. Normally banter like this didn't escape her, even in a spar. Maybe she was getting too relaxed outside of Mor Ardain... but she found herself not minding too much.

Date: 2019-12-03 06:42 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (quiet confidence)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
By way of answer, she brought one knee up.

NOT for any vulnerable regions! She was aiming for his stomach!

Date: 2019-12-03 08:38 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (glare)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
"Hmph. All the more reason I'll spar you on Alrest someday."

She hadn't thought that would work, but... still, the hope had been there. Fine. She had to try something else. That something else took the form of her pushing up against the grip he had on her blades, then stepping in as she twisted her elbow around straight towards his cheek.

Date: 2019-12-03 08:50 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (surprised)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
Her reaction came fierce and reflexively, no meaningfully conscious thought behind it: she curled her own leg, clamping his in turn quite powerfully. If he stayed up so would she; if she went down so would he. Parity either way in her mind.

Date: 2019-12-03 09:29 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (surprised)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
Just like that, her feet left the ground, and she flew upwards. Not an unaccustomed thing in and of itself -- but as the ground grew further away, she had to reluctantly acknowledge that this was, indeed, a problem. She might be sturdy enough to fall more than the average person, but not this far!

Date: 2019-12-03 11:18 pm (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (surprised)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
She had a surprisingly long time to run through several potential scenarios in her head -- and then suddenly Trunks was holding onto her. Carrying her, in fact, in a way she had literally never been carried. It DID feel like he was saving her, damsel-in-distress style, and she scowled at that idea.

But no. She wasn't being fair. If he'd watched her back and blocked a blow at her flank in combat, she wouldn't consider that a 'rescue'; it's part of being a team in combat. This was a different situation, but she just had to think of it in those terms and put her pride out of the way.

Once she did that... the sensation of being carried like this hit her all the harder. Relying on someone else's strength, entirely -- she actually flushed a little red at the thought.

Date: 2019-12-04 01:58 am (UTC)
light_of_willpower: (Super-Saiyan-aura)
From: [personal profile] light_of_willpower
He was saving her, but only because she couldn't fly like he could. She was only in any 'distress' because he'd accidentally put her there. If he'd had any idea of her thoughts, he would and could have reassured her for her pride that he still saw her as a skilled and dangerous warrior.

Having each other's back and helping the other was part of being a team after all.

"Sorry, shit. I didn't mean to launch you like that." Trunks meant it, and the words were out of his mouth as soon as she was in no danger of continuing-to-plummet. It was possibly the first time she had heard him actually curse; no one else on the crew had heard that yet.

Under the worry, Trunks's brain noted with amusement and approval that she hadn't dropped her swords either. They weren't radiating plasma as fiercely, but they were still in her hands. Professionalism is probably her middle name. was the stray thought.
Edited Date: 2019-12-04 02:00 am (UTC)

Date: 2019-12-04 02:01 am (UTC)
specialinquisitor: (sidelong look)
From: [personal profile] specialinquisitor
"Well, I'm pleased you feel like I'm worth that sort of attack." She glanced away, still frowning slightly and still slightly red. Really, now, she ought to be embarrassed about feeling this is even a little pleasant. "Being knocked upwards like that is not rare in Alrest, but rarely quite so high."

Date: 2019-12-04 02:09 am (UTC)
light_of_willpower: (Super-Saiyan-aura)
From: [personal profile] light_of_willpower
"I didn't hurt you either, aside from shoving you into the air that is?" Because while he had seen that she was definitely a warrior, and sturdier than most humans, the shove had definitely had some unchecked strength in it too.

Trunks shifted her only a bit, ensuring his hold around her shoulder and back was good, and they started descending in a much more controlled manner. Trusting her to keep her weapons from interfering, it brought her closer in his arms. His mind was still too caught in damage-assessment mode to notice any embarrassment on her part.

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