Frigid
One wants to fit in, with one's family, one's peers; this is true of everyone. And I've tried -- I'll not allow anyone to say I haven't -- but I've yet to see any great entertainment or even diversion in slaughtering those vastly inferior to myself. Now mind I've never been above getting rid of someone who needs gotten rid off, either politically or personally, or do to insult, if need be. It's only that I don't see where the great thrill is. There's so many more constructive ways to spend one's time than torturing lesser species, most of which that don't involve getting dirty. I suppose there's something wrong with me, but I don't really mind.
But really, no one could be expected to take such insults to her intelligence without retribution; Super Saiyajin they say! and not one with a combat level over a thousand. One wonders what got Aiken so riled, though as acute as her senses are it could be nearly anything unusual -- but it certainly wasn't any of this group. Now she needs to wind down, and a quick fight is just the thing. As I said, I don't mind too much when there's a propose behind it, and perhaps if I have one of their number killed the others will take the hint and leave me be.
I found nothing particularly offensive about the human I chose to die, beyond that he looked to be the most miserable of the group. He's tall and tan skinned, his face scarred, with a long mane of black hair, threaded by a very few strands of gray, and well built -- if muscle had anything at all to do with real power he might have been strong. But his barring clearly reveals that his show of confidence is completely false and fragile, that he's a terrifically nervous and miserably lonely person, lacking any sense of initiative or self-esteem. This one's used to losing, at everything he's ever done. Pity, but as good of choice as any of the others.
Now they're circling each other, the human and my Aiken, her hands held level to her chest, fingers spread, moving in a low crouch, and he standing straight with only the slightest slouch in his shoulders, one hand cupped above his head and the other balled at his side.
This went on for sometime, to the point that Aiken began to become bore, her face slacking down. She's a defensive fighter though, and won't charge first. Apparently, the humans also found this dull, because one of them -- I don't care to look to see who -- called out "Come on, Yamucha! You can take her!"
Yamucha, then. Yamucha the fighter. Yamucha the looser. Yamucha is dead; Aiken killed Yamucha.
"My, this is pointless," Uragiru muttered from behind me, blowing a lock of turquoise hair out of her face, and when I looked to her, she refused to make eye contact.
Had we been anywhere else I might have struck her, but that wouldn't have looked good in front of the others; one has to put on a show of civility and unity, vermin though they may be. She's been in the most awful mood these past few months. If time wasn't short anyway I might not put up with it. But when one gets used to having another around, one gets to wanting to keep her alive, even if she is rude and steps out of line now and then.
"Keep your place, Uragiru," I said, without taking my eyes from the two. Something's about to happen.
He's stopped moving in sync with Aiken, and is standing still, his legs spread in a fighting stance, looking rather ridiculous. She stared at him for a moment, ears cocked forward, then pulling her lip up and baring her teeth, she charged. This is something she ought not to do, but he doesn't look overly dangerous, and the scouters conformed that he is not.
Yamucha dodged the first blow, jerking away from her gleaming claws smoothly, and the second and the third and the fourth, moving faster than he ought to be able to, then countered with an elbow in her gut as she leapt in the air, aiming, I'd guess, to disembowel him. He hadn't the time to guard against her feet, and as he came into contact with her stomach she drove her claws through his thigh and down into his knee cap. Aiken was thrown back, snarling and skidding along the ground, landing near my feet. The human stood unsteadily, a grim smile on his face, his gi torn, blood flowing from the rent in his flesh, dripping down his leg. Such an ugly site.
Aiken's in pain, but such things never phase Inujin, and presently she climbed to her feet, ready once again to fight.
The leader of the humans, the short stocky one -- Yamucha called him Goku, I believe -- looks like he wants to step in, but doesn't yet; he'd damn well better not try. We have an agreement, and I don't tolerate liars. Aiken began to circle Yamucha again, and he turned toward her with every step, his face always to hers. He seems extremely skilled for someone of his combat level, and I'm about to take a new reading -- these scouter, they malfunction all the time -- but something's happening...
He's standing, legs bent at the knees and spilt apart, hands held up with his fingers curled inward. A fog of what -- energy? -- is forming around him, growing swirls of color, blocking out all but and forcing everything on himself and the cloud. And his combat level's raised enough to set my scouter off, beeping frantically as the reading bound upward in a manner that should have been completely impossible. Now the energy's taking form, a silhouette of a snarling wolf, eyes blazing red behind him, as fierce faced as Aiken could ever be.
He shouted "Rugafufu-ken!" and leapt forward, legs tucked back in a V and arm pulled back. He hit Aiken square in the jaw with this 'gales of the wolf fang fist,' attack, spraying blood and broken teeth and tearing the skin of his own knuckles. She was ready for it -- or rather for /something/ -- and didn't fall, but her head was jerked back by the blow, so violently I thought her neck might have been broken, but found a second later this was only paranoid. Still, it was a good hit; the last one he got in.
As much as his combat level increased, he's still nothing too great, and I think he's peaked. But if the others can suppress their combat levels as well... it's a terribly dangerous thing, you know; maybe I have the right people after all. And I'd thought such a skill was just old legend.
But by now Aiken's recovered, and is moving in on Yamucha, her eyes glowing. So suddenly that I hardly expected it myself she leapt forward and routed him completely, pushing him back with each blow, each blow connecting, each blow drawing a new flow of blood. He's putting up what should be a valid defense, but that never does a thing against an angry Inujin: He's fighting on well taught structure but she's going by instinct. And finally she grabbed his hair -- fool to wear it so long; maybe he is Saiyajin -- and yanked him around, his back against her chest, head pulled upwards, throat exposed. And now she's going to rip it open and that'll be the end of that, and he's fighting like hell but she wouldn't let go even if she was dead.
Now the next thing is a bit hard to explain, because it makes me angry and because honestly it happened too fast for me to see. But the fact of the mater is, one millionth of a second Goku was standing anxiously on the side lines, and the next Yamucha was free, being drawn back into the fold by the others, and Aiken was on the ground, he converging on her.
I certainly can't put up with that.
One wants to fit in, with one's family, one's peers; this is true of everyone. And I've tried -- I'll not allow anyone to say I haven't -- but I've yet to see any great entertainment or even diversion in slaughtering those vastly inferior to myself. Now mind I've never been above getting rid of someone who needs gotten rid off, either politically or personally, or do to insult, if need be. It's only that I don't see where the great thrill is. There's so many more constructive ways to spend one's time than torturing lesser species, most of which that don't involve getting dirty. I suppose there's something wrong with me, but I don't really mind.
But really, no one could be expected to take such insults to her intelligence without retribution; Super Saiyajin they say! and not one with a combat level over a thousand. One wonders what got Aiken so riled, though as acute as her senses are it could be nearly anything unusual -- but it certainly wasn't any of this group. Now she needs to wind down, and a quick fight is just the thing. As I said, I don't mind too much when there's a propose behind it, and perhaps if I have one of their number killed the others will take the hint and leave me be.
I found nothing particularly offensive about the human I chose to die, beyond that he looked to be the most miserable of the group. He's tall and tan skinned, his face scarred, with a long mane of black hair, threaded by a very few strands of gray, and well built -- if muscle had anything at all to do with real power he might have been strong. But his barring clearly reveals that his show of confidence is completely false and fragile, that he's a terrifically nervous and miserably lonely person, lacking any sense of initiative or self-esteem. This one's used to losing, at everything he's ever done. Pity, but as good of choice as any of the others.
Now they're circling each other, the human and my Aiken, her hands held level to her chest, fingers spread, moving in a low crouch, and he standing straight with only the slightest slouch in his shoulders, one hand cupped above his head and the other balled at his side.
This went on for sometime, to the point that Aiken began to become bore, her face slacking down. She's a defensive fighter though, and won't charge first. Apparently, the humans also found this dull, because one of them -- I don't care to look to see who -- called out "Come on, Yamucha! You can take her!"
Yamucha, then. Yamucha the fighter. Yamucha the looser. Yamucha is dead; Aiken killed Yamucha.
"My, this is pointless," Uragiru muttered from behind me, blowing a lock of turquoise hair out of her face, and when I looked to her, she refused to make eye contact.
Had we been anywhere else I might have struck her, but that wouldn't have looked good in front of the others; one has to put on a show of civility and unity, vermin though they may be. She's been in the most awful mood these past few months. If time wasn't short anyway I might not put up with it. But when one gets used to having another around, one gets to wanting to keep her alive, even if she is rude and steps out of line now and then.
"Keep your place, Uragiru," I said, without taking my eyes from the two. Something's about to happen.
He's stopped moving in sync with Aiken, and is standing still, his legs spread in a fighting stance, looking rather ridiculous. She stared at him for a moment, ears cocked forward, then pulling her lip up and baring her teeth, she charged. This is something she ought not to do, but he doesn't look overly dangerous, and the scouters conformed that he is not.
Yamucha dodged the first blow, jerking away from her gleaming claws smoothly, and the second and the third and the fourth, moving faster than he ought to be able to, then countered with an elbow in her gut as she leapt in the air, aiming, I'd guess, to disembowel him. He hadn't the time to guard against her feet, and as he came into contact with her stomach she drove her claws through his thigh and down into his knee cap. Aiken was thrown back, snarling and skidding along the ground, landing near my feet. The human stood unsteadily, a grim smile on his face, his gi torn, blood flowing from the rent in his flesh, dripping down his leg. Such an ugly site.
Aiken's in pain, but such things never phase Inujin, and presently she climbed to her feet, ready once again to fight.
The leader of the humans, the short stocky one -- Yamucha called him Goku, I believe -- looks like he wants to step in, but doesn't yet; he'd damn well better not try. We have an agreement, and I don't tolerate liars. Aiken began to circle Yamucha again, and he turned toward her with every step, his face always to hers. He seems extremely skilled for someone of his combat level, and I'm about to take a new reading -- these scouter, they malfunction all the time -- but something's happening...
He's standing, legs bent at the knees and spilt apart, hands held up with his fingers curled inward. A fog of what -- energy? -- is forming around him, growing swirls of color, blocking out all but and forcing everything on himself and the cloud. And his combat level's raised enough to set my scouter off, beeping frantically as the reading bound upward in a manner that should have been completely impossible. Now the energy's taking form, a silhouette of a snarling wolf, eyes blazing red behind him, as fierce faced as Aiken could ever be.
He shouted "Rugafufu-ken!" and leapt forward, legs tucked back in a V and arm pulled back. He hit Aiken square in the jaw with this 'gales of the wolf fang fist,' attack, spraying blood and broken teeth and tearing the skin of his own knuckles. She was ready for it -- or rather for /something/ -- and didn't fall, but her head was jerked back by the blow, so violently I thought her neck might have been broken, but found a second later this was only paranoid. Still, it was a good hit; the last one he got in.
As much as his combat level increased, he's still nothing too great, and I think he's peaked. But if the others can suppress their combat levels as well... it's a terribly dangerous thing, you know; maybe I have the right people after all. And I'd thought such a skill was just old legend.
But by now Aiken's recovered, and is moving in on Yamucha, her eyes glowing. So suddenly that I hardly expected it myself she leapt forward and routed him completely, pushing him back with each blow, each blow connecting, each blow drawing a new flow of blood. He's putting up what should be a valid defense, but that never does a thing against an angry Inujin: He's fighting on well taught structure but she's going by instinct. And finally she grabbed his hair -- fool to wear it so long; maybe he is Saiyajin -- and yanked him around, his back against her chest, head pulled upwards, throat exposed. And now she's going to rip it open and that'll be the end of that, and he's fighting like hell but she wouldn't let go even if she was dead.
Now the next thing is a bit hard to explain, because it makes me angry and because honestly it happened too fast for me to see. But the fact of the mater is, one millionth of a second Goku was standing anxiously on the side lines, and the next Yamucha was free, being drawn back into the fold by the others, and Aiken was on the ground, he converging on her.
I certainly can't put up with that.