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Bits of frozen debris filled the air as the mage was sent flying. Shifting her weight in mid air she landed roughly, sliding across the ground on her soles. Driving her staff into the ground to steady herself she raised her gaze to her opponent who had already risen to her feet. Sensing the gathering of energy she cursed inaudibly.

At that moment the earth rattled violently, as the ground ruptured and collapsed all around her. Barely managing to stay upright she grit her teeth trying not to bite her tongue. As the shaking subsided she immediately grabbed hold of the wooden weapon running her finger tips across its length, the icy haze fading from its surface.

Brandishing her staff once she made note of another spike of energy coming from the serpent woman once again. Readying herself once more she watched as a upcropping of stone was produced and sent sailing towards her.

Whipping the staff about her person to produce momentum, she swung the weapon around her body as if unable to keep hold of it. Arching the staff from around her back, she proceeded to strike the battered earth. Exploding forth another pillar rose to parry the approaching projectile. Twisting her torso she shifted her footing to whip about the staff in wide arch around her body, ending in a thrust to the earth. As result a massive stone spike erupted forth underneath Diana threatening to impel her.

Kirra sat crouched on the tree branch practically half naked, looking down at Keno and Vali beneath her. Foolish Keno, never take your eyes off the enemy when he can kill you easily, no matter who arrives. It looked like he was getting his a** seriously kicked.

The girl remained on the tree branch, watching for the moment. There was a debate going on internally, about weather to help out Keno, or try and return to Deity. It seemed the better idea to help Keno, since Deity would be likely to tell her to stay out of the way. And of course, that was the last thing Kirra wanted.

And just because Kirra didn't see Keno in the same brotherly fashion that Jade did, didn't mean she didn't care or respect him. After all, there were few she could talk intelligently to in the Club. The girl stood up, her purple tanktop only able to cover her because of the left strap still being intack, the same going for her bra. Her leather skirt suffered the same fate, cutting down the front of her thighs diagonally from right to left, barely held on. Her black underwear was on display for everyone to see, but the girl hardly noticed.

Figuring that Vali already knew she was there, since she had done nothing to hide her approach, Kirra saw no reason to play it sneaky. "Ken-san, the next time you make a group of people hunt you down, I'll be sure to let Jade kick the s**t out of you, alright?" She smirked, a look that could be seen on any normal Saiya-jin's face right before battle. Then again, Jade and Kirra were hardly normal.

Kirra instantly transformed into a Super Saiya-jin, her golden hair waving around her wildly, her aura shaking the leaves from their branches. Her long brown tail swung behind her like a cats, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Kirra crouched down suddenly, turning her hands to her left side and cupping the bottom of her palms against each other.

A large amount of black energy formed between her hands. No need to play it quiet, no need to hold back. With a laugh, the girl threw her arms out in front of her, releasing the pent up energy. The attack disintigrated any branches in front of her, the front of it swirling and twisting around itself before it formed the head of a giant dragon, it's huge maw opened in an attempt to swallow up Vali, and anything else in it's path.

::Again another successful hit, but the feeling isn't accompanied by any sense of elation. The reason is, though he's hitting the massive man, the amount of damage he's causing is minimal. The bear of a warrior stumbles about when stricken, while the Orinian threatens to topple like a Jenga tower every time he's hit. The difference in power is just enough to keep the boy alive.

Flipping upright after his kick, Deity's glowing vermillion eyes have just enough time to focus upon Jagan, feet nearly hitting the floor before his vision is filled with a bright light. The thought to use Shunkido is quickly replaced by the realization that he hasn't the time to activate it, then blown away by the ball exploding in his face with a violent pop. The small blast kicks the dirt up along with the blooming cloud of smoke, the Mystic Tonepian's body careening from within like any other piece of debris. Perhaps worse than being hit in the chest or even the head, Deity took the orb of ki straight to the throat. The sensation is a new but far from pleasant one, the boy's eyes closed as he clutches at his throat in pain; as far as the pain is telling him, his larynx may be crushed. Even worse, the shot to the neck isn't helping the ache just to the left.

Not seeming to care where or how he lands, the quiet boy now just holds his throat, rolling slowly backwards once as he sails some fifty feet through the air, landing face down in an area somewhat more populated with vegetation. It's all dead, but it hasn't been uprooted entirely. The impact makes his body bounce a short distance, completing his unintentional flip and bringing him to the forest floor on his left side, back toward his opponent. Empty coughs of blood spilling across the snow and dirt, one red eye opening halfway in an attempt to regain what bearings there are to be had. Deity's ears are ringing and his vision is somewhat dim, but he can still sense his adversary behind him.

Can't stay down, can't stay down....give up or get up.

The unfamiliar voice repeats itself almost annoyingly in the Orinian's head, acting as a proverbial alarm at 5:00am that one can't silence. Deity finally manages a breath, though his inhalations are shallow at best. Giving in to the voice, he does his best to ignore the pain, fingernails digging into the earth as he pushes himself up. First his arms, then a knee, then the other, then a foot. Pushing against his knee and forcing his frame into a vertical posture, his still-flowing aura may denote a sense of power and control, though his painful stature - making him appear ready to double over in agony - dashes any hopes of such.

Dirty left hand rising to ineffectively wipe the thick coat of blood from his left cheek, he turns his head to see where Jagan is, if not already on top of him. The tall boy's expression is that of contemplative if not desparate thought. Despite how short the fight has been, his opponent is over twice as powerful as Deity is, so the amount of energy he has is draining faster. He's able to keep up, but each hit he takes chips away at his reserve far too much. One more good hit and he's liable to lose his ascended state. He could try the Daio-Ken, but is almost certain that he'd be killed if he attempted it. The boy knows that if he concentrates his attacks into weakening Jagan down he could win, but he doesn't have the speed to consistently dodge blows. It's a new and unhelpful feeling.

Stepping around to face his opponent, the Tonepian strains to hold back a few weak, painful coughs, a thin stream of blood now falling toward his chin. His best bet is one, big, final move.::

Frowning from the belated effort of her rock spire the mage twiddled her fingers, figuring that Diana had not yet realized that her energy signature was easily being tracked underground.

As the serpent woman exploded from under ground the mage simply spun clockwise to the kick. Moving around its radius, she made way as to thrust her staff into the small of the woman's back.

The battle was turning out to be a massive game of cat and mouse as the mage knew that even if the blow connected it would deal little damage. Something had to be done soon, or it would never end.

Luke was now attacking him relentlessly. Cal could tell he was a very well trained in close quarters combat and the martial arts. His attacks came one after another, giving him no time to think or concentrate heavily. However, the United States military had taught him combatives, as well. He knew how to fight hand-to-hand, how to block, and very importantly - how to dodge.

But the first strike came in too quick and Luke's shin hit the forcefield around his gut. The field dampened the blow - as in, the attack didn't kill him. He felt it though, felt it very good and it knocked the wind out of him. Cal attempted to grab at Luke's shin but the man wheeled around too quickly.

Then there was the tree. Mani was one creepy kid, trying to kill him with a tree. He stopped paying attention to Luke for just a moment - which meant the guy could now get in any hit or hits very easily - to produce several green buzzsaw constructs to slice the tree apart. Calvin was not going to be killed by a tree.

Staring dumbly at Deity, surprised that he actually connected with that half assed ki ball, Jagan lowered his stance and decided maybe to rub his head on the off chance that his skin broke. No blood to be felt, or seen, he shoved his hands into his pocket and strolled over, taking his time as the boy seemed to be on his last...everything. He could tell that even breathing was becoming so arduous a task, that the lean body before him might opt to just abandon the endeavor entirely.

His boots sloshed through the snow, no longer fresh or packed on the ground like it should have been, but polluted with dirt and debris, and even a bit a blood. Yet stil they thudded when they found the surface beneath them, light though the sound may be. The time span between each step was probably about a second, maybe more and Jagan seemed in no rush to quicken things. Were he to have to traverse another mile, he might have hurried it up, but there weren't too many movements this guy would be able to make now to catch him off guard.

"It seems like your luck has out run you too," he commented soberly as paused by hopeful stump, formerly the base of a much taller oak. His stance denoted that he was ready to talk, which was likely just him mocking Deity since he knew he had the upper hand. "A shame really, but I figured by the end of the day, one of us would have been abandoned for the other." The arrogance was pouring over him again in the form of a crooked smile that tried to be convincing but failed miserably at the task. He wasn't much for feigning concern, and disappointed that he was, it was either continue to deal with frustration or die in satisfaction. He was old enough to want to feel satisfied yet.

"Now at this point, I could leave, which I rightly should do. My orders, you see, were to incapacitate the targets friends so that they would be unable to assist him while we finished him off. Unfortunately though, I got myself all excited about fighting you. Little Mani told me you were pretty fast, and so naturally I had to have you prove it to me because hearsay is just a claim without a proof. Though I admit you're decent, in the end, it seems I got the upper hand.

Anyway as I said I could let you go now, realizing that you likely won't ever be able to compete, but I'm so disappointed. You see, I had expected more...of you I mean, yet here we are and I'm none too sore while you're struggling to keep those lungs of yours working."

Lifting his left foot off the perch that used to be a tree, he withdrew his hands and began rubbing his knuckles non chalantly.

"You get one chance," he said standing still. Completely still in fact. His hands fell to his waist, as though he'd be waiting for some time for something, and that smirk...well that smirk was as unpleasant as ever.

"You have three seconds to think of a way to subdue me. Don't get the wrong idea though. I won't be an idle target."

Ah, she dodged. How splendid, thought Diana to herself, even if just for a minute, everything was moving in slow motion for her, though technically a casual walk in the park was slow motion, so comparatively this was actually very quick. Realizing that her speed would not serve her in dealing with this woman, though truth be told how fast can one burrow underground, she had precious little time to think of a more appropriate reaction.

She opted to bend, as it were, in mid air, her entire midsection curving like a C. Again, as before, wasting no time for any admiration, the serpent's body coiled around staff clockwise from the mage's point of view, though her body never actually touched the weapon as she held herself up the same way she would were she flying. Not being a mighty long distance, she was upon the wielder of the weapon in a fraction of a second and her right fist, still seeming about as normal as ever, reluctantly though obediently followed through with a solid punch just beneath the collarbone.

Despite the irritation that surged through his skull, Ravana took the hit proudly. There wasn't anything too low brow about punching someone in the eye compared to firing lasers at them. That didn't make the eye any less sensitive than it used to be though and no naturally, not being built like a bear, he did wince a little. Still, he felt a keen difference in the attack. It wasn't stronger or weaker, it was just feeling more labored. That meant the boy was losing it. Excellent.

As though to boast, the cornrowed Saiya-jin returned another sure, steady right hook to User's jaw, keeping his left eye shut as though it might dull the numbing pulse on the side of his brain. Why the hell had the boy aimed at his eye of all places? Even if he couldn't see, unless this was a desperate escape maneuver, punching a stationary figure wasn't the hardest task to pull.

He didn't think about it too much. This fight was soon to be over he felt. Then he'd be able to move on to something more fun.

How Luke would have loved to have continued his assault, but if ever there was an indication that he and Mani weren't exactly in sync, a huge tree certainly would have tipped it off. Rolling to the right out of the way, he comes to his feet in time to see that the giant bark is being shred away at by green buzzsaws. Well of course this guy could make buzzsaws. He made arrows didn't he?

Moving back in, the pretty boy kept low and in a counterclockwise twirl unleashed his left heel for what he hoped to be this lantern guy's left ankle. Since his tactic hadn't been proven due to the adolescent's interference, he was left with the option of trying all over again, though chances were now, that his motives were more obvious so he might have to put more effort into this now than he wanted to.

Eying Kirra, figuratively speaking, Keno took note of Deity, who seemed to be in a bad situation far off from here, though that too was a relative term. Not only that though, but User was on the losing side of a battle as well, along with Unks who was actually being held to one place for more than a second, which was actually very rare. Were anyone video taping this, he'd surely like to see how the Saiya-jin's aggressor managed to hold him down to one spot. It seemed that the only ones actually keeping toe to toe were Pith, who likely had the advantage of not being a ki warrior as the rest of them were, and this...guy with the freaky ring who clearly had a different source of power.

Then he headbutt Kirra, who he viewed as Jade. It wasn't one of those 'I'm going to kill you' type of headbutts, but rather a 'I'm your older brother and even if we die in the next five minutes, I'm gonna pick on you' kind of headbutts.

"You know, I should be telling you to go home," he said in a manner that didn't seem to be addressing Kirra at all. "Be glad that I'm actually letting you get involved with a real fight, ne?"

That was supposed to sting, but only just a bit. Truth be told he was still sore with Jade, but couldn't let that bother him at the moment, considering what they were up against. For the time being, he'd only be subtle with his criticism, which was likely just sour grapes anyway, and return to that at a later date. If they had a later date, that would be great.

Suddenly he was consumed with the fading plume of smoke. Visibly there was only the whithering of the cloud that hid Vali's form, but what was bother Keno was that inside Vali was standing there, and seemed completely unscathed. From what he could see, the man's clothes were dirty now, and his cheek was a bit red, but he wasn't winded near as much as he should have been, and what scratches there were seemed not to bother him even a little bit.

It was as though he got thrown around for leisure. It made no sense either, as Keno hadn't pulled his punches. Still though, Vali wasn't grinning. Maybe he was actually offended that Keno was able to lay a finger on him, let alone a whole fist. He couldn't tell. That blank, careless gaze didn't do much for conversation. At first shocked, the amber eyed feline, simply gritted his teeth and clenched his fist.

"Try not to get tossed around too much. Exploit any openings you can, but beware that he's faster than you so don't do anything stupid....

Oh and try not to hit me too." He took off with enough force to rip the branch clean off the tree, racing like a man gone mad into the hazy mist of dirt, his vision seemingly dead on as his right foot sailed for Vali's ribcage. He knew that he'd likely be deflected since Vali didn't seem to be much on grappling, thank the gods, but he had something for that this time. Not that it mattered too much.

Caught off guard by the almost supernatural nature of the counter, the mage was forced to watch in a almost out of body experience as the punch was thrown.

Moving instinctually she rocked her shoulder back, bending her knees. Taking the punch in this fashion worked to absorb the force of the in a way that prevented her collarbone from being broken. In turn the shift in weight, took her center of gravity, knocking her from her feet.

Falling back she curled her torso with the momentum as to launch a reverse somersault kick towards her enemies jaw.