Blue Water, Blue Sky

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[1]
[To say Regalis Filia was pretty damn trashed after the latest engagement with the Zentraedi was an understatement. Indeed it was designed first and foremost to protect its pilot, it didn't mean the beating wasn't straining in itself. Peola was sitting on the deck of the Macross with a number of bandages on her, kicking her feet lazily as she looked out to sea. Ever so often she'd glance at her bandages in annoyance and tug at them a little.]

For an annoying big talking Pacifist, that jerk Kaifun knows how to throw a person.

[She gives you a wry smile and waves.]

Do you think we did good enough out there?

[2]
[Not too far from the Macross and the Unity Group in town, there was a woman making something of a commotion. She was a tall, brutal looking specimen, numerous scars on her body and face. There was also a distinct air of smugness and a somewhat vicious grin on her face.]



You.

[Her hand snaps out towards you.]

I'm looking for a brat named Peola. I felt and saw her around here... so where is she?

[As she lowers her hand her fingers curl into a fist as bones pop.]

I'm not one for asking twice so you better cough it up.

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The Wheel of Fate is Turning. Heaven or Hell. Lets Rock.

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I'm from wherever I damn please! My home's on the battlefield and my bed is on the backs of my beaten down foes.

[Her opponent mirrored the action for a few moments before apparently throwing caution to the wind and charging at Sarah. One hand was a tight fist while the other was open like a claw to either grab or maybe even maul someone given the way the woman's ki was warping chaotically around her fingers.]

But if you want to know the last place I laid my head for a long time? Magnolys. You'd probably have heard the brat whining about it!

In response to fist I cast fist

[63rd_shockwave]

...Can't say that I have.

[Sarah responds aggressively, charging in as well. She tilts her head to the side to avoid the claw, accepting a blow from the fist in return-but it'll let her get close enough to land her own strike on the strange woman's gut. There's no weird warping or twisting, but her ki burns.]

In response to the casting of fist I respond with Counterspell: Fist

[not_a_prize]

[Well that was certainly something different, the stranger can certainly acknowledge that. Still. The hand Sarah previously avoided was now grasping onto the fist she had firmly buried into the stranger's gut.]

Heh. Who would. Its a world full of a bunch of WEAKLINGS!!

[Sarah would find her opponent using this grasp to be able to keep her in place to deliver a few heavy blows of her own, each seemingly more forceful than the last.]

It resolves.

[63rd_shockwave]

[Sarah takes the hits, using the opportunity to knee her opponent in the chest. Rather than focusing on dodging or parrying or anything like that, she'll just take those punches she gets and respond with her own powerful blows.

Things continue in this manner for some time.]

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[Going blow for blow is something of an uphill battle though. 'Some time' is going to end up being something of an understatement. Bruises everywhere and exhaustion abound.]

[63rd_shockwave]

[Eventually, an opening comes, and Sarah staggers away from the other woman. She's covered in bruises, her lip's cut, her clothes are slightly torn and her skin at points sliced from the stranger's warping ki.]

Heh...you're...pretty alright.