"Don't know." Helping her shift, slightly up higher almost in a piggy-back as one arm moved to help keep her steady. Her was encouraged around his collarbone and shoulder and she was able to see over his own shoulder easily. "Don't care."
Free hand now held back and up, calling energy to gather in it. That same blueish-white forming a sphere and growing larger and larger. As close as she was, Ahsoka might pick up on exactly what he was doing. All that energy he contained, focused, produced--ki--and he was channeling it, shaping it into a concentrated form.
Trunks himself was concentrating on keeping that sphere in a certain shape, a certain concentration as he fed more energy into it. Until he wasn't sure he could contain it anymore, and green-eyes narrowed. Hand and arm moving in an arc, almost as if he were throwing it like a normal ball, into the center of the group of insectoid aliens.
The impact when it hit the earth and ground was a large domed-cloud explosion of light and energy, almost too bright. As it dissipated, a small crater was left, and some pieces of the crate and parts of chitinous plate. 'Dead' was indeed a good description.
At that moment, the same-whitish-energy domes that had kept the two sides separate before the challenge reappeared around the pair in the sky. Another sprang up around the pair on the ground--whether unconscious or dead. Challenge over it would seem, as the sky rippled in an aurora borealis effect to signal that Making had won.
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Date: 2017-03-02 02:22 am (UTC)Free hand now held back and up, calling energy to gather in it. That same blueish-white forming a sphere and growing larger and larger. As close as she was, Ahsoka might pick up on exactly what he was doing. All that energy he contained, focused, produced--ki--and he was channeling it, shaping it into a concentrated form.
Trunks himself was concentrating on keeping that sphere in a certain shape, a certain concentration as he fed more energy into it. Until he wasn't sure he could contain it anymore, and green-eyes narrowed.
Hand and arm moving in an arc, almost as if he were throwing it like a normal ball, into the center of the group of insectoid aliens.
The impact when it hit the earth and ground was a large domed-cloud explosion of light and energy, almost too bright. As it dissipated, a small crater was left, and some pieces of the crate and parts of chitinous plate. 'Dead' was indeed a good description.
At that moment, the same-whitish-energy domes that had kept the two sides separate before the challenge reappeared around the pair in the sky. Another sprang up around the pair on the ground--whether unconscious or dead. Challenge over it would seem, as the sky rippled in an aurora borealis effect to signal that Making had won.