[Iron Fist Tournament] Wolf v Viri

Today was the day. A day of excitement. A day of adrenaline. Something that the lone wolf had not expected she would sign up to do. But alas, when she had been offered this opportunity, she, oddly enough, felt like it would help her, in some way, shape or form, yet she wasn't quite sure what this feeling was. Perhaps it was just her predator instincts, urging her to fight. And she wouldn't normally agree to such things. But…. She persisted.

It was a gorgeous day, in the arena, that is. Or, what would be considered the arena. A fighting ring. Whatever. Rather, it was just a small town. The young she wolf had been told the town was called Iroh's Village, when it was announced the battling would soon begin. One second she was standing in the waiting area, the next, she had been magically transported to this beautiful town.

She looked around. All around her were small buildings, all in a rather Japanese style build. They stood tall above her, casting small shadows out over her paws. She, herself, had been set down in a clearing, with a large, majestic looking building being housed at its center. A gentle breeze would blow through, picking up small specs of dust and sand, carrying them through the air. The cold breeze caused Zinnia's fur to stand up.

Her metal claws clanked against dirt as she examined the perimeter. Now that a fight was about to ensue, even though the wolf didn't know when, her fur was beginning to stand on end. There were so many questions she had, but she decided not to ask them. They would be answered in the field, during the combat that her instincts so deeply craved. While the wind flew swiftly through the trees, the rattling of the branches putting her fur on end.

And she waited, in suspense. Her body was rigid, and her ears averted and held high, body posture strong and stable.

Standing there, he rested his cold dark hands in his pockets. Looking across the way, he stared at the four-legged creature. It amused him to see that other creatures were joining in as well. Seeing as they were on equal ground, he knew better than to take things lightly.

Thomas smirked at the thought of the wolf fighting. It would amuse him, seeing the claws on her feet. She may naturally be more attuned to hunting, but he was well versed in assassinations. Without a shirt, only large baggy red pants and a twig in his mouth, he was ready to do battle.

(Fight)

Metal claws clinking against the ground, softly, barely audible in the sound of howling wind, Zinnia's erect body would turn towards the scent of an opponent. Her opponent. The one she would have to fight, in order to win this blood bath that the creatures of this world called a game. She turned her head to face her, ears both facing him, in an upright position, tail straight out in front of her, next to her legs. Eyes watched the creature, examining him through a quick survey.

They were a tall, bipedal animal, with a slender, tough-looking build, and wearing nothing but baggy jeans. Zinnia was no expert on race, but judging from his scent, she assumed he was some kind of elf. Despite the fact he was roughly 30 meters away, she could still pick up his scent, thanks to the wind being on her side, and carrying his scent down towards her. But smell wouldn't help her her to attack, so, as a hunter, she decided to make the first move.

A small growl would escape her lips, and she would start towards him, keeping her body low to the ground, her belly fur just barely scraping the ground below her. She would approach him in a circling manner, her keen eyes making sure to track any movements as she made her way towards him.

She would raise her body up slightly, body tense, her ears flicking towards the fighter, than one turning towards some distant sound in the city. Zinnia was not one to attack first. Rather, she liked to wait for the opponent to make the first move. It was simply her way of fighting. More growling could be heard, dust rolling through her paws.

As a feign attack, Zinnia would quickly dart forward, ducking her head to aim at his legs/feet, but than quickly pulling away. She did not do this as an intention to bite, or for her attack to even land. If it had, great, but not her goal. And she would be able to get out of the way of any further attacks from the opposing enemy.

After this feign attack, she would see what he would do in response. It would effect her next movement, as she would pull back in order to avoid any attacks from his side.

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Name: Stained Poison Claws
Type: Weapon
Rank: Strong
Description:
They have a slight, greenish hint, and are more wolf-like in shape. They are also a bit more worn from years of use, and are a bit light in color.
Strengths:
-They are stained with poison, as the name suggests, and can cause serious damage if they touch you, and even more serious damage if it gets in your blood stream.
-The poison is a neurotoxin, so it effects the nerves and the brain, causing hallucinations.
Weaknesses:
-The claws are only as strong as Zinnia's claws, if just a little sharper, so it cannot cut through anything, like, say, as hard as rock, or with very strong scales, or shells. Her claws are about strong enough to tear through human skin/animal skin and flesh.
-The claws are old, and, like anything made of iron, will rust if put underwater, and may even break.
-No range
-Hard to take on and off
Ability: As mentioned above, the claws are not only used for protection, but they are also incredibly dangerous. If they scratch someone, or touch someone, they can infect you. This poison can cause headaches and nausea. If scratched, and the poison actually enters the bloodstream, it can cause effects much worst, such as hallucinations. Other side effects have also been recorded.

Moving quickly, she would slink past the buildings, staying close to them, circling him. She wouldn't get close to him like this. A small growl would escape her lips, and she would start towards him, keeping her body low to the ground, her belly fur just barely scraping the ground below her. She would approach him in a circling manner, her keen eyes making sure to track any movements as she made her way towards him.

What buildings, it's a clearing. It's flat ground, with no obstructions. As far as actual buildings in the village, there's maybe half a dozen, spread out. A circle of villagers around the clearing.

Standing there, he would watched the four-legged animal run counter-clockwise to him. It was almost as if they intended to get him from the side. With a smirk, he took a single step back, watching the wolf begin to charge at him.

As a hunter, someone who sold pelts for a living, he was all too well versed in this form of combat. He hoped for an Uldoiran, or another Viri to fight, or even a human. But it seemed they would keep him within his comfort zone. His white slacks were worn, only to be stained red. It was common for people to mistake it as the normal dye for the article of clothing, but it was the blood of the hunt. For him, he wore it as a prize.

As the dog would close in on him, his right foot would swing back. As she neared, getting in close for her own attack, his boot would meet her face. He would wait until she was in mid-step, in flight of her dash. There would be no way to step off the ground to push away, other than the force of his foot. She would be kicked a distance away, possibly a dozen feet. His hands removed from his pockets and slowly made their way to the back of his waistband. He was ready to end it.

Right as Zinnia was about to lunge backwards, the elf suddenly kicked her in the face, hurling her back. Because of her speed, she was thrown back a couple yards, but still managed to stay on her feet. Blood would drizzle from her mouth, and she would spit it out with a snarl, her eyes watching him, claws having dug into the ground, and leaving a cloud of dusty smoke in her wake. Fire burned in her eyes, but she tried to remain calm. Going into this without a steady head would end with her losing the battle.

Instead, she would dig her claws into the earth, watching the elf as he would begin to reach for a weapon. As the dust would begin to lift into the air, having now settled. This suddenly gave Zinnia an idea. It was a cunning idea, she thought, and a bit underhanded, but perhaps it would work long enough for her to make her move.

Having been thrust roughly eight feet away, she would begin to approach, her paw gently resting on the dusty plain. From her posture, with her tail held straight out behind her, and ears perked, she appeared as if she was going to do the same exact attack for a second time. But as she would take another step towards the opponent, making extra careful to stay out of kicking, or slashing, distance, her body would tense up, and crouch down. Then, she would circle around him once again, acting as if she was going to try the same attack twice.

She would run roughly ten meters away, then run back, aiming to run at his shoulders. But as she would range within ten feet, she would suddenly skid to a halt, clinging to the ground. Dust would be thrown up through the air, launching itself into the enemy's face. She would skid up to him, getting to be roughly four to three feet away, but then racing off in the opposite direction, staying clear of any harms way, and being out of reach.

After this stun, she would swivel around, and do the same thing behind him, a bit quicker, and not starting as far away.

She would then charge around the opponent, kicking up dust in her wake. But this wasn't the only thing. As she ran around him, making extra careful to stay clear of him, roughly two meters to four away from him, opening her mouth, as a light, greenish gas would begin to merge with the dust, spreading out roughly three meters, engulfing the dust and turning it a light greenish color, while also swallowing up around Thomas.

Then, she would stop, the dust swirling around her. If the enemy were to try to run at her, or perhaps escape the poison cloud, she would quickly speed back out of their aim, or run back within ten feet of them so that the poison gas could once again engulf them. She did not know what attack they would deal next, but she needed to keep them disoriented. The poison would work slowly. When inhaled now, it would start to cause headaches. But it would soon get much more intense.

But Zinnia still needed to be careful, her body tense. She had no idea what to expect from such a foe.

After this ralley of assaults, Zinnia was now prepared for her next attack. She would now spin around, and speed towards Thomas, running behind him, and charging at his back. She used her full speed, charging as quickly as she could to aim at him and tackle him to the ground.

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Health: 97% Magic: 90%

Name: Wolf's Breath
Rank: C
Description: The gas will usually form from chemicals in the ground, as she can cause a chemical reaction that restores them into a thick, green gas. Forms instantly.
Strengths:
● The spell can be sustained at half the cost, allowing the gas grow thicker with each post it is sustained.
● Can cause effects when inhaled. Gets stronger the closer she is.
 -1st post, will cause headaches.
 -2nd post, will cause nausea.
 -3rd post, will cause confusion.
 -4th post, will cause dizziness.
 -5th post, will cause vomiting.
-6th post, will cause choking.
-7th post, will cause loss of sight temporarily.
● When fused or around fire, there is a chance the gas will start heating up, warming the area around it. Not enough to cause burns or deal any damage, but enough to make it uncomfortable.
● Gas can also spread out to at least a 15 meter radius around her.
Weaknesses:
● It doesn't do well in the cold, and will actually work slower in the cold.
● The gas can also not go in water, so she cannot use this attack in the water, leaving her vulnerable.
● Deals no damage.
● Another thing to note is that the gas won't effect other creatures that produce poison, or at least won't effect them as drastically.
● Gas is defenseless against creatures that wield guns or bows, that can shoot her from a distance.
Duration: 1 Post
Cooldown: 5 posts

-Is capable of controlling the wind around her, using it to her advantage to help boost her speed. This gives her a +5 speed boost.

-The she wolf possesses the ability to sense the air currents, and can ride on the ones lowest to the ground, giving her a speed boost of +5.

She would then charge around the opponent, kicking up dust in her wake. But this wasn't the only thing. As she ran around him, making extra careful to stay clear of him and his blade, roughly two meters to four away from him, opening her mouth, as a light, greenish gas would begin to merge with the dust, spreading out roughly three meters, engulfing the dust and turning it a light greenish color, while also swallowing up around Thomas.

. . . . what blade?

(*Edits and cries*)

He would watch with a grand smile on his face. He was well amused with her fiendish antics. She was an animal down to her core, and not all animals were made equal. As she dug her claws into the sand under them, he would begin to slid his right foot back, watching her, mocking her. His own hands sat on his waistline, free, leaving himself open to attacks.

As she begun to circle, he begun to watch, entertained at her own focus. "1 . . . 2. . .  . 3 . . . 4 . . . " he counted within the confines of his mind, every step she took. Pressing off his foot he would charge at her, not giving her the chance to finish her plan. With his left leg bent, he would begin to jump at the wolf. His right hand rested where it was, but his left would separate from his hip, his elbow pointed outwards. He would begin to fall from above, his arm ready to crash into the skull of the creature.

He was ready to plat cat and mouse, but in his game, he was the bulldog.

Spell interrupted.

Before Zinnia was able to dart back, and incite her plan, the elf would take a step. As Zinnia circled, she took a slight notice of this. Then, the opponent would lunge at her. She barely had any time to react, as she was only close enough to be safely away from any physical attacks from his distance, so she was only about three meters away, the same length he had thrown her.

With little time to react to this, Zinnia pulled back, her body tense, kicking dirt up in her wake, leaving him to fall down in the dirt, or catch his balance and skid across the ground, and darted back, behind him, making sure to stay close while she did so. Leaving him disoriented, she would spin around to his side, her claws tearing up the ground. And with a quick, swift movement behind him, she would slash down his back with her sharp claws.

All this was so fast, it seemed to have happened within the blink of an eye. Or maybe the opponent had another trick up their sleeve?

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Health: 98% Magic: 100%

Name: Stained Poison Claws
Type: Weapon
Rank: Strong
Description:
They have a slight, greenish hint, and are more wolf-like in shape. They are also a bit more worn from years of use, and are a bit light in color.
Strengths:
-They are stained with poison, as the name suggests, and can cause serious damage if they touch you, and even more serious damage if it gets in your blood stream.
-The poison is a neurotoxin, so it effects the nerves and the brain, causing hallucinations.
Weaknesses:
-The claws are only as strong as Zinnia's claws, if just a little sharper, so it cannot cut through anything, like, say, as hard as rock, or with very strong scales, or shells. Her claws are about strong enough to tear through human skin/animal skin and flesh.
-The claws are old, and, like anything made of iron, will rust if put underwater, and may even break.
-No range
-Hard to take on and off
Ability: As mentioned above, the claws are not only used for protection, but they are also incredibly dangerous. If they scratch someone, or touch someone, they can infect you. This poison can cause headaches and nausea. If scratched, and the poison actually enters the bloodstream, it can cause effects much worst, such as hallucinations. Other side effects have also been recorded.

-Is capable of controlling the wind around her, using it to her advantage to help boost her speed. This gives her a +5 speed boost.

-The she wolf possesses the ability to sense the air currents, and can ride on the ones lowest to the ground, giving her a speed boost of +5.

Spoiler:

As he would land upon the ground, he would turn himself to land upon his back. Bracing the impact, he brought his hands to each other infront of him. Touching at the wrists, his palms faced forward. Sand and dust seemed to cloud the air around him, but the sounds of her metal claws could be heard hitting the ground. Smiling, he waited for her to move.

It would seem as if she read his attack and immediately ran around him. Smiling, a large blast wave would shoot from his hands. The beam would throw her a great distance backwards, creating the gap that she needed more than him. She was a fool. She was one to rush into the unknown. He was but a hunter, and a man with endless patience.

Half-Saiyan:
Description: Saiyans are a naturally aggressive warrior race whose origin remains unknown. It is said that their strength comes from the plant they live on. the planet itself has a gravity that is ten times stronger than that of most planets, giving them extra speed and power when they descend to new worlds. The Saiyans are a fighting race who, since ancient times, have lived a violent and inhumane lifestyle, where they attack numerous planets to build up wealth and goods. After a war with a rival planet, due to a bad looting, the planet was destroyed, with most of the Saiyan race with it.
Ability: The half-saiyan race is able to use powers like their full blooded relatives, but at a lower extent.
Useage: Turtle Blast: The user casts forth a large beam of energy in a straight line before him. The blast travels up to 50 meters, and is 3 meters wide. The duration is one post, and the cooldown is 3 posts. The blast deals Rank B damage and costs only 10%MP to use by a half-saiyan.

He stood within the crowd, watching the battle unfold. The clouds of dirt covered most of the scuffle in mystery, but still there was information to gain. He knew of the wolf, seeing as she too, was under the banner of Snake. He was but a hired hand by the late Kabuto. He wondered if Hershel was the best choice in the leader, but still it was the same.

"That blast." he thought to himself. There was too many people popping up with that skill. He made a mental note of it as he watched from behind the villagers. There was things to take note of. This man could be a problem.

It was sudden, and very painful. A blast was emitted from the hands of the opponent, throwing Zinnia back roughly ten meters, causing her to land on the ground with thud. The suddenly pain shot through her chest, and she let out a gasp, clutching the ground with her claws. While it didn't do as much damage as she expected, it was certainly a stunning attack.

The attack had left her feeling very sore. Like someone had just punches the wind out of her.

The blast had caused a mountain of dust to be kicked up by her back legs, leaving the area in front of her a little dusty. She let out a growl. This would take more calculation. But she needed to lure him. He was obviously watching her, with great observation here.

And he was fast. But Zinnia was faster. Standing up, shakily, Zinnia would eye her opponent. Close combat was a dangerous thing. And that blast was something she didn't know how to stop. Her only chance was to use the poison.

So as soon as Zinnia stood up, she emitted the poison gas into the air. It spread out 10 meters, leaking through the dust, and polluting the air around Thomas. It was faint, and not yet dark. Zinnia did not want to try running. Not just yet, in fear that Thomas might try something. So she would walk towards him, ready and tense to start running, did the threat arise. Rather, she ran at a moderate pace, not using her full speed, yet not swooshing the poison around too much.

As she had been kicked 10 meters away, she made sure to stay pretty far away from the opponent, moving in only two meters so that he wouldn't escape the gas.

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Name: Wolf's Breath
Rank: C
Description: The gas will usually form from chemicals in the ground, as she can cause a chemical reaction that restores them into a thick, green gas. Forms instantly.
Strengths:
● The spell can be sustained at half the cost, allowing the gas grow thicker with each post it is sustained.
● Can cause effects when inhaled. Gets stronger the closer she is.
-1st post, will cause headaches.
-2nd post, will cause nausea.
-3rd post, will cause confusion.
-4th post, will cause dizziness.
-5th post, will cause vomiting.
-6th post, will cause choking.
-7th post, will cause loss of sight temporarily.
● When fused or around fire, there is a chance the gas will start heating up, warming the area around it. Not enough to cause burns or deal any damage, but enough to make it uncomfortable.
● Gas can also spread out to at least a 15 meter radius around her.
Weaknesses:
● It doesn't do well in the cold, and will actually work slower in the cold.
● The gas can also not go in water, so she cannot use this attack in the water, leaving her vulnerable.
● Deals no damage.
● Another thing to note is that the gas won't effect other creatures that produce poison, or at least won't effect them as drastically.
● Gas is defenseless against creatures that wield guns or bows, that can shoot her from a distance.
Duration: 1 Post
Cooldown: 5 posts

-Is capable of controlling the wind around her, using it to her advantage to help boost her speed. This gives her a +5 speed boost.

Please track your MP.

Taking a jump back, he begun to hatch a new plan. In his own mind, he begun to count. "100." he thought, remembering the many maps shown to them before hand. Counting his moments, he watched the wolf, measuring the world around him. "30." he thought, guessing the distance betwixt them.

With his own math, he assumed the end was no more than the same. His blast would be more than so, a dangerous thing to use again. He quickly looked behind him, smiling. He turned his back to her and ran at the crowd. He would stop at just a meter or so short of the bystanders. He watched the gas and was careful to not touch it. The color itself spoke of ill omens.

"50. 2. 98." he counted. Ready to watch chaos unravel. But it would be his own double edged blade. If any bystander was harmed, the fight would be lose by forfeit.

As Zinnia would walk towards him at a moderate speed, he had puled himself up, and ran towards the crowd. She would pause. Alright then, if that was how you were going to play it. She couldn't risk being a target, but she didn't want to keep this poison gas up, and risk eating through all of her magic power. She had no idea how long this battle was about to take. And he wasn't about to run at her with the poison activated.

So Zinnia decided to do what her opponent would do. When you can't beat them, join them. She decided to take another step closer, then run off to the side, making the gas subtract within a five meter radius, staying at least seven meters away from the crowd, but 35 meters away from her opponent. She would decide to let the gas thicken, and then try something. If that didn't work, she'd deactivate it.

Though, she needed to pay careful attention to what her opponent was doing. Track his movements. She lifted her head up, watching him, ready to dart at the slightest motion.


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MP: 85%

Name: Wolf's Breath
Rank: C
Description: The gas will usually form from chemicals in the ground, as she can cause a chemical reaction that restores them into a thick, green gas. Forms instantly.
Strengths:
● The spell can be sustained at half the cost, allowing the gas grow thicker with each post it is sustained.
● Can cause effects when inhaled. Gets stronger the closer she is.
-1st post, will cause headaches.
-2nd post, will cause nausea.
-3rd post, will cause confusion.
-4th post, will cause dizziness.
-5th post, will cause vomiting.
-6th post, will cause choking.
-7th post, will cause loss of sight temporarily.
● When fused or around fire, there is a chance the gas will start heating up, warming the area around it. Not enough to cause burns or deal any damage, but enough to make it uncomfortable.
● Gas can also spread out to at least a 15 meter radius around her.
Weaknesses:
● It doesn't do well in the cold, and will actually work slower in the cold.
● The gas can also not go in water, so she cannot use this attack in the water, leaving her vulnerable.
● Deals no damage.
● Another thing to note is that the gas won't effect other creatures that produce poison, or at least won't effect them as drastically.
● Gas is defenseless against creatures that wield guns or bows, that can shoot her from a distance.
Duration: 1 Post
Cooldown: 5 posts

-Is capable of controlling the wind around her, using it to her advantage to help boost her speed. This gives her a +5 speed boost.

He would begin to take a single step back, watching the smoke and colors ensue around her. To him, it spelled trouble and mystery. The fog would change in its own range, showing the control over the mist. He smiled. All he had to do was push her back, a single tap and she would end the fight for herself. The both of them at the end of the area, the both of them close to the eyes that watched them. He couldn't help but smile, smelling the breath of the eager fans.

There was a show to put on, but he would let he have the first step in the dance of death.
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Kame C/D: 2/3

48 Hour Warning Post

A variety of options presented themselves. One thing Zinnia could try was to fly up, but her flight was limited, and she wasn't quite sure if she'd be able to dodge those large blasts of power. But perhaps she would have to get hit. In order to launch a truly powerful attack at the opponent. But of course, if she sat around all day with this toxic gas, she'd soon run out of magic power. So she decided to start formulating some plans in her mind.

Meanwhile, she would slowly stalk towards Thomas, keeping an average, slow walking pace, not crouched, but rather in the average walking position of a wolf, just with careful steps. Slowly, she would circle around, staying close to the ground, without hurting them.
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Magic: 80%

Sustaining Spell

Dun rush me you little wein ;-;

Amusing.

That was all he could think about. That single word as his eyes stalked the low creature. She seemed so cautions, so foolish, so eager. With enough power he could break her neck, her tiny legs, her spine, and so many other things. But as always, he wanted to play with his prey. He wanted to toy with her. It was their introduction to the tournament, and it wasn't the first time the hunter found himself in another gathering of battles in Pandora. This was the only time it was done without the fear of permanent death. It was now, he could be even more destructive and demonic.

He would begin to twist his hands, both palms facing outward. His right hand faces left, his left hand faced the crowd. His wrists touched, his right hand twisted upside down. He was more than ready to blast the creature with a final blow. All he had to do was point.

But he would stand, smiling. Wondering how she would close the distance. All it took was one wrong step and a villager would be hurt, and the fight would be over. And she would fall to her own hand, or in this case, paw.

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MP: 90%

Zinnia would take one more cautious paw step further, decreasing the distance between them by just a little bit, before a new idea spawned to mind. And she acted on it immediately. For if she had stood there, she would have been a walking duck. Of course, she wasn't sure if she'd be leaping herself into danger or not. She just had to hope that the opponent would be caught off guard.

With a swift movement of her feet, Zinnia would appear to run forward a couple feet. However, while she looked like she was going to charge at him again, regardless of his strange hand position, her wings would suddenly sprout, launching her into the air at as quick speeds as she had been running, the wind compressing around her to give her that extra boost.

Twirling through the air, Zinnia would fly up, roughly fifty feet in the air, and souring over head of the opponent, hopefully leaping over any attack the opponent would launch at her, before taking a swan dive at his location.

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MP: 65%

Sustaining Poison: -5 MP

Name: Wind Wings
Rank: C
Description: Allows her to craft a pair of wind wings, allowing her to fly short distances. Wings are about 10 ft. in length, total, and are transparent.
Strengths:

Sustainable at half magic cost.
Allows her to fly up to 20 meters high, and is about the same speed as when she's running.
Allows her falling resistance, and she can fall from about three meters unharmed.

Weaknesses:

The wings are compressed air currents, so if something were to get in the way of the air, and mess it up, she would fall.
A single C ranked attack will destroy them.
Does not cause any damage.
Can carry people, but only 3 meters.

Duration: Instant
Cooldown: 3

Your MP went from 80% > 75%
But you have a 5% upkeep AND C-Ranked spell cost of 10%

The canine would begin to run and jump, only to take flight at a steep climb to the sky. He would smile, taking a step away from the crowd, his eyes fixated on the dog with the fogged cloud emitting the violet aura and the wings that poked through the mist. He would watch the animal fly, a freak of nature. He smiled, bringing his wrists together still, he would twist.

With both arms, he would press out, pointing at the canine in the sky. As she would near, he would wait. All he needed to do was land a single shot to blow her out of the way, or our of the area around them. Both results, giving him a win, and her a loss.

When she would be within a jump's length, his hands would emit the beam once more. He would shoot her out of the sky, and he would end the battle.

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MP: 90% - 10% =80%

Magic regain : 3/5 Posts

Half-Saiyan:
Description: Saiyans are a naturally aggressive warrior race whose origin remains unknown. It is said that their strength comes from the plant they live on. the planet itself has a gravity that is ten times stronger than that of most planets, giving them extra speed and power when they descend to new worlds. The Saiyans are a fighting race who, since ancient times, have lived a violent and inhumane lifestyle, where they attack numerous planets to build up wealth and goods. After a war with a rival planet, due to a bad looting, the planet was destroyed, with most of the Saiyan race with it.
Ability: The half-saiyan race is able to use powers like their full blooded relatives, but at a lower extent.
Useage: Turtle Blast: The user casts forth a large beam of energy in a straight line before him. The blast travels up to 50 meters, and is 3 meters wide. The duration is one post, and the cooldown is 3 posts. The blast deals Rank B damage and costs only 10%MP to use by a half-saiyan.

Speed wasn't a thing Zinnia was worried about. She didn't even hesitate as she flew down towards him. For she had a plan. However, as she swooped towards him at frightening speed, watching him get ready to blast her, once she neared jumping distance, roughly ten meters away, before the opponent had the chance to even enact his blast, a small vine would grow out of the ground, slashing at his leg, perhaps surprising him, or perhaps he would ignore it.

If he was distracted, Zinnia would take the advantage to lunge at him, slashing deep into his chest, or back, depending on how he were to fall to the ground. She had concentrated the poison into a smaller diameter around her, only about one meters. However, they had managed to get far enough away from the crowd when her opponent had ran out to meet her. Now it would cause some more dizzying effects than the simple breath she had breathed earlier. She also removed her wings, so she would be able to quickly move to the side, were the attack with the vine to fail, and he saw through this. She would fly to the side, then drop her wings about a meter above the ground, and put her body facing the center of the ring, that way, she'd be able to be knocked into the center, rather than into the crowd, if he were able to still blast her.

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Magic: 60%

Sustaining Poison -5%

Name: Plant Manipulation
Rank: D
Description: She is able to control a single vine within a ten meter area, that can cut those around her, dealing damage.
Strengths:

Vine summoned to strangle have thorns, and can cause small cuts.
Can grab food and items, and slap people. Goes 5m/s.

Weaknesses:

Fire is 2x more effective against destroying the vines.
They don't work against heavy armor.
Can't grab people.

Duration: 2
Cooldown: 3