Post by Dota on Mar 23, 2020 21:40:22 GMT -5
Setting: It's a bright sunny day in Mirina. The town was busy much like every other day. People scrambled around to buy their wares. The distantroar of the waterfalls could be heard from the surrounding rivers. That's where a familiar Saiyan sat and enjoyed his solace. The days of hellfire and destruction were behind him. That connection always there, but being home always brought peace.
Trunks: His purple hair blew in the breeze while the fresh water mist from the falls kissed his face. It's been awhile since he's met up with her, but he could tell she was near. They were too strong to mask their ki nowadays.
Dota: The mist abruptly transformed to hail, far too quickly to allow warning with an encroaching chill. Though solid now, the shards were still tiny and didn't cause any harm, rather, they just lightly plinked off of the skin. The cascading water was too loud for a verbal greeting, so this... would have to do. Seated a few levels higher and looking down with a smirk was a familiar winged figure. She'd chosen the higher ground on purpose, putting him beneathe her.
Trunks: The saiyan dusted off the ice that was gathering on his shoulders. With little effort he lifted off the ground to her level. As often as he spent time in the mountains and snow he never got accustomed to her cold. Of course he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that. He looked behind to an empty field and gestured with his hand. "Shall we?"
Dota: Given his unbothered response, she mentally noted to up her icy greetings in the future. He approached and gestured, and Dota feigned a scandalized, modest blush.
"Trunks, I thought you'd at least buy me dinner first."
She stood up, meaning to gain the higher...ground again, but momentarily frowned as she realized he'd calculated in her (short) stature, and remained higher than her.
"Alright then."
Her wings lifted her up, though she deferred her departure, allowing Trunks to lead the way.
? ? ?: From somewhere within the vicinity of the falls came a loud voice: "I see the geriatrics are at it again."
Trunks: As he landed in the traditional three point stance the familiar voice hit his ears. His instincts took over and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Speak for yourself."
Trunks dug his back foot into the dirt and lifted his hands in defense.
Dota: She also rolled her eyes at the commentary from off somewhere on the sidelines. Standing opposite of Trunks on the field, she turned as though trying to locate the unseen party member; however, six jagged spears of ice erupted from the earth in a circle around Trunks, aimed at various angles which resulted in a lattice work of the element with no space for any human sized figure inside.
Blu: He had some time to kill while Ayame and Mio browsed the shops of Mirina, and the fight he'd stumbled upon would be sure to entertain. For now, Blu sat back in his spectator's seat. What was Trunks even getting at? Blu was aging magnificently.
Trunks: Ice? Already? she wasn't going to fake an attack? The instant he felt the attack he pulled his sword from the sheath on his back, spinning it around his head and torso. Each spear separated from the base and fell to the ground. He wasn't going to wait. Trunks rushed forward shattering the remaining ice in front of him on his way to Dota. Once in range the Saiyan Prince swings from bottom right to upper left.
Dota: It had been a gamble to turn away from Trunks, and he had handled her surprise well. He was charging her now, but had fortunately sent shards of ice flying in front of him. Dota continued a full spin, an outstretched hand calling the tiny shards. They acted as the seeds for larger chunks of ice to form, becoming one solid icicle that came down counter to Trunks's sword. It was hastily crafted, though, and only bought Dota enough time to deflect off of him, just enough to fall aside and avoid the slice of his weapon.
Trunks: His sword was successfully knocked aside, but he felt he still had the upper hand.
Dota: Despite her being knocked off...balance, Trunks did not follow up in any noticeable way. Dota decided to capitalize on this and apply more pressure. She dropped in a low sweep, a wave of ice coating the ground in her wake. The jagged blades of ice were small, only a few feet high at best, though the distribution was varied. They persisted on the ground between the two even after she was done - a reminder that she had been there as well as a means to force Trunks to move.
Trunks: He was immediately swept off of his feet. Her feet caught his ankles sending him to the ground. Before he impacted two beams of bright blue ki energy erupted from his hands, launching him into the air and away from Dota. When he felt a "safe" distance away he righted himself. He wagged his finger at his former sensei.
"I wasn't ready."
It was at that moment he felt the blood trickling down his back. Those damn spears had done more than he thought. This time he was ready for an attack. His wagging finger turned into a beckoning gesture. He clenched his fists and put them into a defensive stance.
Blu: A laugh echoed through the arena like some sort of radio broadcast.
"You two have been doing this same thing every day for fifty years and THAT'S the best excuse you could come up with?"
Dota: Trunks cleared some distance between them but hesitated again. Dota was ready to keep the pressure on when he started wagging his finger. It was enough to stop her. She cocked her head questioningly as he felt the need to justify the direction of the fight so far. As for the mage's commentary, she merely shook her head. Intentional or not, Trunks had thrown her off, and she raised an eyebrow as his cockiness returned with that taunting gesture. Fine. Keep it simple for him. Dota dashed forward with a simple fist thrown at Trunks's face -- no ice to accompany it.
Trunks: Moved his head to the side allowing the punch to graze his ear. He moved his hands down where a small sphere of energy formed in his palms. The energy that gathered was loud, and this was on purpose. He fully intended for the blast to miss her. His real target sat in the woods like a coward unable to hold his own against two of the most powerful beings in the multiverse.
Dota: This was absurd. How far back to the basics would they be going? Dota side stepped the ki blast with ease, but when she noted the direction it had flown she could suddenly appreciate Trunks's plan. Now it was Dota's turn to withhold any further attack, instead watching the energy disappear into the tree line.
Blu: Trunks's energy blast sailed right by it's fake target and into the woods. There was a momentary silence before the blast came flying at Trunks's and Dota's backs in defiance of logic. A kanji had flickered in the air behind them, and as fast as it had appeared, the ki blast had shot out, as though through a portal. And the taunting continued:
"I mean, if that's the best you've got, I don't think it would be fair for me to join in."
Trunks: He felt the incoming attack before he knew what to do fully. His first instinct was to put something between himself and the energy. The closest thing to him was Dota. Reaching over and grabbing with all of his strength he held her shoulders firm and attempted to use her as his shield.
Blu: had hoped to stir up a bit of chaos, but even he was silenced by Trunks's solution...and silencing Blu was not an easy task. He held his position for the time being. No need to get in the middle of what was about to erupt.
Dota: was caught off guard to say the least. Trunks grabbed her, and before she could react, his ki blast exploded against her back, sending feathers scattering. Her eyes were masked by her bangs as she silently and instantly latched onto his arms with her hands. Her fangs were in prominent display as she growled, and her nails dug deep, injecting a frigid bite that was in danger of hitting his blood stream. And if for one second the saiyan thought he could headbutt her, she'd send an icicle right through his empty head.
"...unnecessary..."
Trunks: The ice hurt.. a lot, but a smile crept to his face again. He shouldn't poke the bear, but he was going to. As he looked down at his unsinged body he said:
"Worked out alright on my end."
His eyes faded from their dark green to a deep hell fire. The temperature around him began to rise. A cloud of steam began to form as the two elements began their own dual. Despite the rising temperature he could feel his arms begin to go numb from the cold. Trunks double his grip on her shoulders, lifted up his right leg and thrust it into her sternum.
Blu: Whether or not anyone could even still hear him, Blu continued his sarcastic commentary with a fully mono-tone declaration of:
"Oh no. Nobody saw it coming. Trunks is not holy."
But he still lingered somewhere beyond the trees.
Dota: was as frightened of fire as ever, especially this kind, and Trunks might have outlasted her in a battle of endurance, but he instead kicked his problem away. Dota relinquished her grip both to use her arms as a shield and also to not fight against the force of the kick. She flew back some, intentionally backflipping to help with the momentum, but was still doubled over while hovering just above the ground. She looked up at him, arms still at her chest, with an almost villainous grin. All around them, the air was saturated with moisture. Even where the cloud of concentrated steam was dissipating, there was still ample water.
"Deep breath now."
And before she even finished her command, Dota flash froze a considerable sphere of the arena around Trunks. Each newly created shard of ice eagerly transformed its neighbor into more ice, setting off a cascade in the air which would eventually include Trunks's airways.
Trunks: Although he could hold his breath for a considerable amount of time not knowing that it was coming definitely hinders that ability. He could feel the crackling of ice run down his throat. His hands went for his neck. It felt like he was choking. The energy left him and he plummeted to the ground. With a thud he landed on his knees, hands still clutching his neck. A warm red glow emanated from the his palms warming him back up. It felt like a lifetime but eventually he was able to breathe with a large gasp of air. Still on all fours he looked up at Dota.
"Well played."
Dota: Her arms hurt from the kick, but even as that began to fade, there was still the remnants of the damage done by heat strong enough to melt her ice. Her left arm crackled. From nearly the elbow down, there was no organic structure. She had lost that some time ago, and (unlike SOME people) could not regenerate lost appendages. Instead, her left forearm was a gauntlet of ice. The heat had weakened it, and Trunks's kick had cracked it in several places. Tiny shards of crystals periodically fell from her arm. She tried to maintain the bravado though, smirking down at him as she lowered herself to the ground.
"Maybe I should let you catch your breath."
Her left hand ever so slightly flexed. The break in action was just as much for her as it was for him.
Trunks: He rose to his feet as the his ki began to rise. A torrent of energy quickly followed. The swirling winds kicked up small debris as lightning arced off the Saiyan's body. With a burst his hair changed and he transformed into a Super Saiyan. At this point the transformation was merely for show, but he had always been one for the theatrical. Trunks charged forward at Dota with a flurry of blows to the head and chest.
Dota: watched silently as Trunks powered up. Maybe he'd finally make a big move. Dota had been wary for a while now. She anticipated Trunks pulling off something big, and when he'd shown he was willing to utilize the fire, she'd become all the more concerned. He came at her with the punches, and she fell back with each, leaning and swaying, though a handful grazed her face or were met with her right arm. When she thought she had an opening, Dota stopped her retreat, planted a foot firmly in the ground, and thrust the heel of her palm at his face, specifically his nose.
Trunks: He had her right wherehe wanted her.The punches kept her close. Close enough that his aura would now be able to do maximum damage. When she threw the palm at his face he leaned away, clenched his teeth and took it in the chin. He didn't know if she would catch his smile through the clenched teeth, right before his body exploded in a whirlwind of dark red flames. This sort of attack was normally accompanied by the screams and moans of the damned. A byproduct of his hellish abilities. He'd come a long way controlling the element without using his dark influence. Instead it was just sound of fire and wind as the flames engulfed them both.
Dota: For all of her anxious anticipation, Trunks had picked the perfect moment to act. Dota committed to her attack which was also lacking any elemental enhancement. She only realized something was wrong when he dodged her hit, yet still allowed it to connect...which was too late. The flames erupted around her. She gave a surprised yell, and in a panic, used the remaining force of her hand against his face to simply push herself away. It was by no means an elegant move, and she could only tumble just barely outside of the ring of flames. She crouched on the ground somewhat huddled. Her wings were singed and the cracks in her left arm had let the sudden phase change break off entire pieces. Her chest was heaving since the heat had sucked the breath from her lungs. She might have looked entirely pathetic, had she not at least been casting an angry glare into the wall of flames.
Trunks: Dota rolled out of the way and the Siayan didn't give up. Just as she stopped to catch her breath Trunks exploded through flames. His foot raced forward through the air carrying behind it some of the flames.
Dota: Unfortunately for her, Trunks kept the pressure up. Much like a sympathetic nervous system's reaction to fire, the ice goddess was evading the flames before she had fully pieced the scene together. Still on the ground, she rolled off to the side rather than coordinating a return to her feet. In that brief moment, she realized that Trunks himself was behind the emerging flames, and so as she came right-side-up again, she hastily hurled several shoddy spears of ice directly at him as a deterrent. In her head, she heard Omega pestering to be unleashed. It was distracting, and the witch knew that. She could pressure Dota into giving in by making the situation even harder to focus on. Dota braced herself with only her organic arm as a bar against where it appeared his kick would land.
Trunks: His foot missed his mark while he swatted away the shards of ice. Trunks could see that Dota was struggling which wasn't like her. By no means was this fight meant to be to the death. He was having fun. Trunks stopped his advance and commanded the flames to die down. He extended his hand to help her up off the ground. "Was he right? Are you getting a little too old for this?"
Dota: blinked as the flames died away and Trunks called a time out. Too old? Quite the opposite. His attack had unearthed ancient memories from her days at the cabins, and she was feeling young, powerless and inexperienced. The realization of the extent of her reaction, coupled with the position of power Trunks held over her AND the taunts and jeers from Omega sent a rush of blood to Dota's cheeks. There might have been no heat associated, but the faint coloration was there. She slowly reached out her hand, considering her options in that millisecond. Using this moment to attack would be tasteless and cliche, given his (appearance of) sincere concern. Then again, Trunks would be expecting this, so there was really minimal chance of any injury. So, Dota changed course and lowered her hand palm-down upon the ground, which frosted briefly before a new eruption of ice tore upwards. Unlike her first attack, the blades of ice originated in the center and spread outwards from there.
Blu: gagged silently at the dramatic moment of reconciliation. He idly spun some of the links in his kusarigama. Everyone knew how this was going to play out, anyways. Weighing the pros and cons of interfering, he applied a homing kanji to two specific links. Just as Dota placed her palm on the ground, he mentally propelled the two links forward - one to chase Trunks and the other Dota. The projectiles flew, though he himself stayed back for now.
Trunks: His purple hair blew in the breeze while the fresh water mist from the falls kissed his face. It's been awhile since he's met up with her, but he could tell she was near. They were too strong to mask their ki nowadays.
Dota: The mist abruptly transformed to hail, far too quickly to allow warning with an encroaching chill. Though solid now, the shards were still tiny and didn't cause any harm, rather, they just lightly plinked off of the skin. The cascading water was too loud for a verbal greeting, so this... would have to do. Seated a few levels higher and looking down with a smirk was a familiar winged figure. She'd chosen the higher ground on purpose, putting him beneathe her.
Trunks: The saiyan dusted off the ice that was gathering on his shoulders. With little effort he lifted off the ground to her level. As often as he spent time in the mountains and snow he never got accustomed to her cold. Of course he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that. He looked behind to an empty field and gestured with his hand. "Shall we?"
Dota: Given his unbothered response, she mentally noted to up her icy greetings in the future. He approached and gestured, and Dota feigned a scandalized, modest blush.
"Trunks, I thought you'd at least buy me dinner first."
She stood up, meaning to gain the higher...ground again, but momentarily frowned as she realized he'd calculated in her (short) stature, and remained higher than her.
"Alright then."
Her wings lifted her up, though she deferred her departure, allowing Trunks to lead the way.
? ? ?: From somewhere within the vicinity of the falls came a loud voice: "I see the geriatrics are at it again."
Trunks: As he landed in the traditional three point stance the familiar voice hit his ears. His instincts took over and he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"Speak for yourself."
Trunks dug his back foot into the dirt and lifted his hands in defense.
Dota: She also rolled her eyes at the commentary from off somewhere on the sidelines. Standing opposite of Trunks on the field, she turned as though trying to locate the unseen party member; however, six jagged spears of ice erupted from the earth in a circle around Trunks, aimed at various angles which resulted in a lattice work of the element with no space for any human sized figure inside.
Blu: He had some time to kill while Ayame and Mio browsed the shops of Mirina, and the fight he'd stumbled upon would be sure to entertain. For now, Blu sat back in his spectator's seat. What was Trunks even getting at? Blu was aging magnificently.
Trunks: Ice? Already? she wasn't going to fake an attack? The instant he felt the attack he pulled his sword from the sheath on his back, spinning it around his head and torso. Each spear separated from the base and fell to the ground. He wasn't going to wait. Trunks rushed forward shattering the remaining ice in front of him on his way to Dota. Once in range the Saiyan Prince swings from bottom right to upper left.
Dota: It had been a gamble to turn away from Trunks, and he had handled her surprise well. He was charging her now, but had fortunately sent shards of ice flying in front of him. Dota continued a full spin, an outstretched hand calling the tiny shards. They acted as the seeds for larger chunks of ice to form, becoming one solid icicle that came down counter to Trunks's sword. It was hastily crafted, though, and only bought Dota enough time to deflect off of him, just enough to fall aside and avoid the slice of his weapon.
Trunks: His sword was successfully knocked aside, but he felt he still had the upper hand.
Dota: Despite her being knocked off...balance, Trunks did not follow up in any noticeable way. Dota decided to capitalize on this and apply more pressure. She dropped in a low sweep, a wave of ice coating the ground in her wake. The jagged blades of ice were small, only a few feet high at best, though the distribution was varied. They persisted on the ground between the two even after she was done - a reminder that she had been there as well as a means to force Trunks to move.
Trunks: He was immediately swept off of his feet. Her feet caught his ankles sending him to the ground. Before he impacted two beams of bright blue ki energy erupted from his hands, launching him into the air and away from Dota. When he felt a "safe" distance away he righted himself. He wagged his finger at his former sensei.
"I wasn't ready."
It was at that moment he felt the blood trickling down his back. Those damn spears had done more than he thought. This time he was ready for an attack. His wagging finger turned into a beckoning gesture. He clenched his fists and put them into a defensive stance.
Blu: A laugh echoed through the arena like some sort of radio broadcast.
"You two have been doing this same thing every day for fifty years and THAT'S the best excuse you could come up with?"
Dota: Trunks cleared some distance between them but hesitated again. Dota was ready to keep the pressure on when he started wagging his finger. It was enough to stop her. She cocked her head questioningly as he felt the need to justify the direction of the fight so far. As for the mage's commentary, she merely shook her head. Intentional or not, Trunks had thrown her off, and she raised an eyebrow as his cockiness returned with that taunting gesture. Fine. Keep it simple for him. Dota dashed forward with a simple fist thrown at Trunks's face -- no ice to accompany it.
Trunks: Moved his head to the side allowing the punch to graze his ear. He moved his hands down where a small sphere of energy formed in his palms. The energy that gathered was loud, and this was on purpose. He fully intended for the blast to miss her. His real target sat in the woods like a coward unable to hold his own against two of the most powerful beings in the multiverse.
Dota: This was absurd. How far back to the basics would they be going? Dota side stepped the ki blast with ease, but when she noted the direction it had flown she could suddenly appreciate Trunks's plan. Now it was Dota's turn to withhold any further attack, instead watching the energy disappear into the tree line.
Blu: Trunks's energy blast sailed right by it's fake target and into the woods. There was a momentary silence before the blast came flying at Trunks's and Dota's backs in defiance of logic. A kanji had flickered in the air behind them, and as fast as it had appeared, the ki blast had shot out, as though through a portal. And the taunting continued:
"I mean, if that's the best you've got, I don't think it would be fair for me to join in."
Trunks: He felt the incoming attack before he knew what to do fully. His first instinct was to put something between himself and the energy. The closest thing to him was Dota. Reaching over and grabbing with all of his strength he held her shoulders firm and attempted to use her as his shield.
Blu: had hoped to stir up a bit of chaos, but even he was silenced by Trunks's solution...and silencing Blu was not an easy task. He held his position for the time being. No need to get in the middle of what was about to erupt.
Dota: was caught off guard to say the least. Trunks grabbed her, and before she could react, his ki blast exploded against her back, sending feathers scattering. Her eyes were masked by her bangs as she silently and instantly latched onto his arms with her hands. Her fangs were in prominent display as she growled, and her nails dug deep, injecting a frigid bite that was in danger of hitting his blood stream. And if for one second the saiyan thought he could headbutt her, she'd send an icicle right through his empty head.
"...unnecessary..."
Trunks: The ice hurt.. a lot, but a smile crept to his face again. He shouldn't poke the bear, but he was going to. As he looked down at his unsinged body he said:
"Worked out alright on my end."
His eyes faded from their dark green to a deep hell fire. The temperature around him began to rise. A cloud of steam began to form as the two elements began their own dual. Despite the rising temperature he could feel his arms begin to go numb from the cold. Trunks double his grip on her shoulders, lifted up his right leg and thrust it into her sternum.
Blu: Whether or not anyone could even still hear him, Blu continued his sarcastic commentary with a fully mono-tone declaration of:
"Oh no. Nobody saw it coming. Trunks is not holy."
But he still lingered somewhere beyond the trees.
Dota: was as frightened of fire as ever, especially this kind, and Trunks might have outlasted her in a battle of endurance, but he instead kicked his problem away. Dota relinquished her grip both to use her arms as a shield and also to not fight against the force of the kick. She flew back some, intentionally backflipping to help with the momentum, but was still doubled over while hovering just above the ground. She looked up at him, arms still at her chest, with an almost villainous grin. All around them, the air was saturated with moisture. Even where the cloud of concentrated steam was dissipating, there was still ample water.
"Deep breath now."
And before she even finished her command, Dota flash froze a considerable sphere of the arena around Trunks. Each newly created shard of ice eagerly transformed its neighbor into more ice, setting off a cascade in the air which would eventually include Trunks's airways.
Trunks: Although he could hold his breath for a considerable amount of time not knowing that it was coming definitely hinders that ability. He could feel the crackling of ice run down his throat. His hands went for his neck. It felt like he was choking. The energy left him and he plummeted to the ground. With a thud he landed on his knees, hands still clutching his neck. A warm red glow emanated from the his palms warming him back up. It felt like a lifetime but eventually he was able to breathe with a large gasp of air. Still on all fours he looked up at Dota.
"Well played."
Dota: Her arms hurt from the kick, but even as that began to fade, there was still the remnants of the damage done by heat strong enough to melt her ice. Her left arm crackled. From nearly the elbow down, there was no organic structure. She had lost that some time ago, and (unlike SOME people) could not regenerate lost appendages. Instead, her left forearm was a gauntlet of ice. The heat had weakened it, and Trunks's kick had cracked it in several places. Tiny shards of crystals periodically fell from her arm. She tried to maintain the bravado though, smirking down at him as she lowered herself to the ground.
"Maybe I should let you catch your breath."
Her left hand ever so slightly flexed. The break in action was just as much for her as it was for him.
Trunks: He rose to his feet as the his ki began to rise. A torrent of energy quickly followed. The swirling winds kicked up small debris as lightning arced off the Saiyan's body. With a burst his hair changed and he transformed into a Super Saiyan. At this point the transformation was merely for show, but he had always been one for the theatrical. Trunks charged forward at Dota with a flurry of blows to the head and chest.
Dota: watched silently as Trunks powered up. Maybe he'd finally make a big move. Dota had been wary for a while now. She anticipated Trunks pulling off something big, and when he'd shown he was willing to utilize the fire, she'd become all the more concerned. He came at her with the punches, and she fell back with each, leaning and swaying, though a handful grazed her face or were met with her right arm. When she thought she had an opening, Dota stopped her retreat, planted a foot firmly in the ground, and thrust the heel of her palm at his face, specifically his nose.
Trunks: He had her right wherehe wanted her.The punches kept her close. Close enough that his aura would now be able to do maximum damage. When she threw the palm at his face he leaned away, clenched his teeth and took it in the chin. He didn't know if she would catch his smile through the clenched teeth, right before his body exploded in a whirlwind of dark red flames. This sort of attack was normally accompanied by the screams and moans of the damned. A byproduct of his hellish abilities. He'd come a long way controlling the element without using his dark influence. Instead it was just sound of fire and wind as the flames engulfed them both.
Dota: For all of her anxious anticipation, Trunks had picked the perfect moment to act. Dota committed to her attack which was also lacking any elemental enhancement. She only realized something was wrong when he dodged her hit, yet still allowed it to connect...which was too late. The flames erupted around her. She gave a surprised yell, and in a panic, used the remaining force of her hand against his face to simply push herself away. It was by no means an elegant move, and she could only tumble just barely outside of the ring of flames. She crouched on the ground somewhat huddled. Her wings were singed and the cracks in her left arm had let the sudden phase change break off entire pieces. Her chest was heaving since the heat had sucked the breath from her lungs. She might have looked entirely pathetic, had she not at least been casting an angry glare into the wall of flames.
Trunks: Dota rolled out of the way and the Siayan didn't give up. Just as she stopped to catch her breath Trunks exploded through flames. His foot raced forward through the air carrying behind it some of the flames.
Dota: Unfortunately for her, Trunks kept the pressure up. Much like a sympathetic nervous system's reaction to fire, the ice goddess was evading the flames before she had fully pieced the scene together. Still on the ground, she rolled off to the side rather than coordinating a return to her feet. In that brief moment, she realized that Trunks himself was behind the emerging flames, and so as she came right-side-up again, she hastily hurled several shoddy spears of ice directly at him as a deterrent. In her head, she heard Omega pestering to be unleashed. It was distracting, and the witch knew that. She could pressure Dota into giving in by making the situation even harder to focus on. Dota braced herself with only her organic arm as a bar against where it appeared his kick would land.
Trunks: His foot missed his mark while he swatted away the shards of ice. Trunks could see that Dota was struggling which wasn't like her. By no means was this fight meant to be to the death. He was having fun. Trunks stopped his advance and commanded the flames to die down. He extended his hand to help her up off the ground. "Was he right? Are you getting a little too old for this?"
Dota: blinked as the flames died away and Trunks called a time out. Too old? Quite the opposite. His attack had unearthed ancient memories from her days at the cabins, and she was feeling young, powerless and inexperienced. The realization of the extent of her reaction, coupled with the position of power Trunks held over her AND the taunts and jeers from Omega sent a rush of blood to Dota's cheeks. There might have been no heat associated, but the faint coloration was there. She slowly reached out her hand, considering her options in that millisecond. Using this moment to attack would be tasteless and cliche, given his (appearance of) sincere concern. Then again, Trunks would be expecting this, so there was really minimal chance of any injury. So, Dota changed course and lowered her hand palm-down upon the ground, which frosted briefly before a new eruption of ice tore upwards. Unlike her first attack, the blades of ice originated in the center and spread outwards from there.
Blu: gagged silently at the dramatic moment of reconciliation. He idly spun some of the links in his kusarigama. Everyone knew how this was going to play out, anyways. Weighing the pros and cons of interfering, he applied a homing kanji to two specific links. Just as Dota placed her palm on the ground, he mentally propelled the two links forward - one to chase Trunks and the other Dota. The projectiles flew, though he himself stayed back for now.