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Post by Android 18 on Jun 12, 2011 16:10:07 GMT -6
As he knocked away at her forearm to deflect a punch, Eighteen began the ultra-rapid strike combo that burst modes were known for. A cheek jab here, a body shot there, and then a roundhouse to finish it all off - she would repeat this combo twelve times! All the while, dodging the hits that Yamcha tried throwing her way. It was peculiar, to say the least, that he hadn't tried harder to rule this series. As it were, he allowed himself to be backed up, focusing more on taking no damage and not on inflicting any himself.
"What's the matter, Yamcha? I know you can do better than that!" And this was a fact; the scanners proved it so. She wasn't having ample fun yet - and since Yamcha didn't seem interested in cranking up the recreation dial, it was up to her. She'd smirk after her words, moving incredibly fast to place herself beside her spar partner (whereas she was in front of him all this time). She placed her hands together in a clasp before swinging at Yamcha's head, almost like she were swinging an incredibly short softball bat and the bandit's head assumed the role of softball.
If this maneuver was successful, she'd be batting him right into the tall fir trees. Could battling in the leaf shrouded shade and between the tall, sturdy tree trunks be fun? Well, Eighteen thought so.
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Post by Yamcha on Jun 12, 2011 16:28:46 GMT -6
It was no surprise at all, coming from the opponent the human was facing. Yamcha's tryout for camouflage failed, but that is to be expected. Seriously, he was honestly fighting with a creature with automatic scanning abilities and undetectable Ki, but all he needed was a slight diversion for his plan to really work out. This fake burst-reply he gave her was the perfect camouflage, the greatest diversion he could come up with because by now the two fighters were pretty far away from the pile of Zenni laid on the floor, the real target of the human. The advantage in being faced backwards while the pile is still in his eyesight range is the fact he could still keep track of it with a small angle of his vision.
The bandit grinned as Eighteen suddenly disappeared from his sight, which was more than he needed of proof that he can somehow take control over the fight and get his word done. Ignoring her taunt to try better, the long-haired fighter dashed off with his true speed just as he could find out the Android was nowhere in sight. A boost of two Ki blasts backwards was made in addition to increase his speed in case the enemy was chasing him with a wave, bullet or anything of the sort that could interrupt his rush easily. His aim - obviously the pile of Zenni on the ground, his speed - exceeding the regular distance required in less that an instant, dragging his hand on the ground and raising it all at once, dragging a large piece of the earth up.
While he could snatch the pile right away with this tactic, it was best to give the Android more of a challenge - which is why he made the earth where the pile was placed fly a few centimeters in the air. Then, he signaled the number "1" with his finger, rushing towards the Android with full speed and sending out a kick.
He was now going serious, for there was 1 minute left until the pile of Zenni falls back to the floor along with the rising ground - coating the paper for preventing random birds or bugs from dragging it away.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 13, 2011 23:12:56 GMT -6
In the split second that it took for Eighteen to place herself beside Yamcha, he'd been able to dash forward in an effort to capture the pile of Zenni. "You're not playing fair, Yamcha," she said before rushing after him. He was quick - it was likely that he was even faster than she was. I guess he had to be able to bring something to the table back then. From the stories I've heard it obviously wasn't power.
He threw back two ki blasts at her and the android didn't see fit to dodge them. She stopped at a dime's drop, placing her arms in front of her face in an "X" formation. The blasts hit her, pushing her back and ruining her shirt while creating a cloud of dust that would impede her vision momentarily the point where she never Yamcha throw the money and dirt into the air. She emerged from her smokescreen just in time to see Yamcha place a single finger in the air before rushing at her with a kick.
Jumping up about five and half feet into the air, Eighteen would come crashing back down with her two feet solid and straight, looking to smash Yamcha into the ground. She'd done her best to time this just right; but his speed would play a factor, obviously.
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Post by Yamcha on Jun 14, 2011 19:09:20 GMT -6
Usually, the human fighter would answer her question right away also usually having the correct answer for such a thing (this could be an exception considering she's his best friend's wife, basically a woman and a wife), but this was different only because he didn't hear her too well. In fact, her voice didn't reach him due to the sound of wind in his ears as he rushed towards the pile of Zenni. This could make you wonder, how are the Z-Fighters usually flying so fast and yet capable of hearing just fine even though the air's sonic properties and sound still exist and are obviously in the way. Perhaps it's some kind of Saiyan special trait, but it still didn't explain how the human part of this group heard just as well as their fellow friends.
The kick Yamcha sent out at Eighteen was a failure, the reason as for why wouldn't really matter in times like these. What was more of a threat right now was the incoming double feet of a woman of quite the petite feet size yet dangerously powerful systems and physique. Therefore, either a dodge or a block would be his best bet in order to avoid unnecessary damage if he wanted to give her any kind of fun. After all, he was playing dirty, but only because after all - the objective was not defeating the Android but in truth the grabbing of the pile. And now that it's in the air, the bandit could focus a little more in entertaining the fellow Z-Fighter (apparently she was accepted after marrying Krillin).
But as luck would have it, the human was faster than the cybernetic figure. While he was still performing the kick, jumping five and a half feet exactly and stopping in the exact time to come back dropping with a drop wouldn't be done easily if you weren't using flight abilities. Just enough time for the human's glance to turn towards Eighteen, tilting his body left and allowing her legs to get past his head a little, then using his forearm to swing at her legs, attempting to make the blond Android's body sort of set out of course, her face directed directly towards his rising fist.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 15, 2011 9:36:17 GMT -6
Eighteen grinned as Yamcha found himself placed directly beneath her feet, just where she'd wanted him to end up. She thrust herself down in an attempt to drive him into the ground, but he once again proved to be just a tad quicker than she. As he swept at her legs with his arms, Yamcha sent Eighteen spinning like a top. The cyborg would be forced into a back flip by Yamcha's actions, but would then draw her knees toward her body and hold onto them; this allowed her to perform a couple of backwards somersaults before releasing her legs and letting her feet stabilize on solid ground.
Well, this was turning out to be a fun little spar! Yamcha was fairing well; either the others never gave him enough credit, or Yamcha had been putting in work. Eighteen would chuckle before taking a defensive stance and making eye contact with the long haired bandit. "Well?" she said, smirking. Her back was to the prize money, so he'd have to come by her if he wanted to take another swipe at it. Although, he'd laid hands on it before and had left it - maybe he was enjoying this play date too?
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Post by Yamcha on Jun 16, 2011 14:49:23 GMT -6
This was, in fact, quite the amusing activity for the human. For a long while now, ever since he learned to sense Ki that is, things have become a little more predictable from people in life (most likely referring to other fighters he sparred with) and having an opponent he can only track using his 5 senses is a nice change of pace in this process. Also, it would look like they would fight as equals in this small spar, without giving any referral at all to gender, species or even relations - the three things Yamcha would be having a hard time dealing with against Eighteen. It was nice to hold this spar, it was a good thing she came up to him out of nowhere like this. Coincidences could be fun.
But on the other hand, he also had not much time to lose with his attacks - for there was only around 55 seconds left for the pile of Zenni to come back flying right into his hand - the bandit's real intention in throwing it: showing off. Therefore, without wasting too much time on chatter while he could and it would make the spar more fun, the human made his moves as soon as the Android landed on the ground, quickly gaining his speed again and rushing towards her with three consecutive kicks: the first aimed to the head, the second to her torso (or stomach, to be more accurate) and the third to her chin through the ground, a raising kick you might call it.
Yes, it was rather fun actually.
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Post by Android 18 on Jun 23, 2011 12:18:52 GMT -6
[ooc- I didn't understand that raising kick thing, so I'm going to assume. Just go with me here lol.]
Wham, Wham, & Bam! Eighteen was knocked upside her temple, and then had a leg slammed into her stomach, and then was thrust into the air by the blunt end of Yamcha's heel as it connected with her chin. About fifteen feet up she stopped herself, finding comfortable distance right here. She adjusted her chin, making sure it was still functional; everything checked out.
The Bandit was fast. Even if he couldn't outmatch his opponents, he could more than likely steal whatever he wanted from right underneath their noses; that's where his success in the thieving business came from. "Hmph." Eighteen moved in, deciding it was now her time to make a move. Her back was still to the money, and she wasn't done playing yet, so there was no letting Yamcha make mad dashes for the cash. As she sprinted for him, gliding through the air like an eagle who had its eyes set on a slinky cobra, she raised a fist and aimed for his scar. If that hit, she'd be ready to follow up with a full-swing kick to knock Yamcha into the atmosphere and keep this battle air-borne for a little bid.
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