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Challenge Zones

Challenges and Challenge Zones

Challenges between Champions will take place in designated areas at designated times, since this is ultimately a formal contest and competition between the Forces of Creation, and the Forces of Unmaking. The landscape in the void will and can adapt to provide these designated areas. Sometimes, a designated area will have a ‘base’ form, and be used again and again in various ways, with different options. These specific zones are listed below.

The Labyrinth (Primarily Mental)

The labyrinth is, in its simplest form, a complex maze. Long have beings used it as a tool of mediation and focus, navigating its walls whether in the physical or mental realms. The Labyrinth is one of the main challenge-zones that always exists, but what form it takes depends on what the current challenge is. What form it takes may also have limits and restrictions to provide a proper challenge to the champions.

The base form of the Labyrinth is an enclosed and complex maze that resists attempts to break out via any means other than navigating it from start to finish. It’s layout-changes every time, but there are ways to help one learn one’s way. (String, marking the walls, etc)

The Labyrinth Zone may be reached via a teleportation pad within the Observation room of the Castle.

The Mirror Gallery (Primarily Spiritual)

The Mirror Gallery has many names, but this is the most common. Mirrors are reflections, and reflections can be distorted or far too accurate for comfort. This challenge zone also takes different forms, but the theme always remains the same in that champions have their spiritual mettle tested, be it facing their worst fears and flaws, temptation fulfilled but with great cost, or making choices that are life-altering.

The base form of the Mirror Gallery is a small building full of mirrors of various shapes, sizes, and types. Depending on what one wishes to gaze on, one may find the mirror they wish to test themselves and attempt to learn what challenges they may face. (i.e: fun-house mirrors, mirrors that show your opposite, mirrors that show what you desire most…)

The Mirror Gallery may be reached via a teleportation pad in the Tapestry gallery of the castle.

The Field (Primarily Physical)

The Field is a designated challenge zone, that adapts and changes as needed for the challenge provided. It is an interdimensional space which may resemble a racing track one time, or a sparring ring another. It can be a vast prairie, or an arctic wasteland. Depending on the climate/atmosphere of the zone, there may be additional challenges for champions here.

The base form of the Field is a large area with mountains, plains, some rivers, and plateaus. It is reachable via a teleportation pad outside of the Castle-grounds along a set path. Where it exists otherwise is not known.

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"I wasn't planning to deactivate them." A bit more grim than he intended, but not if they were that much of a threat. "I'm about to make a distraction. Use it to get close, alright?"

Warning her, a thumbs up and glance her way, and then he's heading back towards where they'd had fire coming at them. Flight--and that aura of energy around him, drawing their targeting as blaster fire started to head his way. The smaller blasts were harder than the big booms to get around. Trying to find...ah ha. There was the cluster of the taller droids.

Heading straight for them, and diving. Using his Ki as shield, small crater in the ground as he hit the center of the group. Crouched himself, drawing his sword as he eyed the tall machines with red eyes, their staves lighting up with energy as they picked themselves up from where they'd been driven back.

Blue-eyes narrowed, and into the fray he went.

Ahsoka might feel a sudden sharp rise as his presence magnified. Controlled fire that suddenly burned like a raging inferno and felt like the same.

"Good." She said flatly at his comment of not just deactivating them. But she nodded as he said he was going to make a distraction. Okay. He can make a distraction, and she can get down there and see what she can do. Her problem was... there was no goal here. Other than to survive, which is a good goal, of course, but it also meant there was no point in getting around them to get to an objective. This was just... fight against them. A training in mass. Stay alive. Both of them.

She started to sneak away as Trunks took off. One long, far distance Force leap sent her farther away in the other direction, and landing her on a garnet like rock slab. She crouched low and both lightsabers light up! From there she started to take off, running towards the forces. There was no objective other than to take them down. She could do that.

Her first conflict would be a mass of droid commandos, which was easy enough to deal with, or so she thought. There was a crate of something near by, and some other odds and ends around them. Something she took interest in. Why were they there?

Just as she was about to charge she felt it. That spike. That change. Her eyes widened and she felt her heart drop in her chest to her gut. "Trunks...?" She whispered to herself, eyes turning to where she thought she saw him, higher up, out of view but when he dropped down to take on something, she felt it. What kind of power was that, that one could be so... strong.

His distraction worked well enough though, as she watched half the commando droids that were at this edge turn and start running that way. "Damn it..." But it was good. Maybe. If he had that much raw power. She felt that was more frightening then she could explain though. No one person should have that much power, right?

"Get it together, Ahsoka." She said to herself, and started to move, out form hiding. Because of the distraction and half this cluster taking off, she had managed to surprise a few that were left, lopping off a few heads, slicing through torso's and taking off arms and blasters. As he deflected blaster fire as well, she snuck up to a crate, slicing just the lock on the crate open, and pushing it up.

"Ion bombs..." She grinned, dropping back as blaster fire peppered the side of the crate. She stood again a moment later, waiting for shots to come her way, and deflected them, taking out two droids with their own shots. Her hand reached for a small round ion bomb, activating it, and force levitating it to get it farther into another group that was headed this way.

In his own distance, Trunks might notice the blue flash of light and whoomp sound of the ion blast, which took out a small troop of droids.

Ahsoka stocked up on a few of them, before advancing through a forested area, to see what else she could find and what else she could take out. She kept an 'eye' on the others presence, to make sure it was still, well... active.

'Active' was not a problem; Trunks was glad he was dealing with these robots though, based on what he'd learned from Ahsoka. They might've been equipped to deal with Jedi, but they were not prepared to deal with a super saiyan. Hands full, the group of them required his attention and focus. They weren't the powerhouses that 17 and 18 were, which was what Trunks had been worried about though.

Sword and ki-blasts and hand to hand, and noticing that group of commando droids breaking off to head his way. Yeah, that wasn't going to be happening if he had his way. Parry, block, getting himself space and flipping away towards the edge of the group. Bringing his hands together, and concentrating his ki--green eyes focused as he let the blast go.

The blue flash and loud whoomp of sound drew his attention however. His opponents in pieces or outright disintegrated, it was back in the air and concentrating. Seeking out Ahsoka's ki, to be sure she was alright--still alive, still able to take care of herself.

For Ahsoka, she's used to having some people a bit stronger then her. Other Jedi or the Sith and such, but generally that was a standard over powered kind of feel and not a out right 'i am a cosmic ant' kind of feeling of power. And that was what she got from the distance. From where Trunks was fighting.

No time to think about that though. She force jumped a few times, frogging past some large rocks and ducking through a group of trees. The droids were already learning not to cluster. Which, if she were to admit it, was smarter than the standard B1s. Taking down commando droids was pretty easy. It was the Dekas that were going to be a problem. Just as Ahsoka dropped an ion bomb into one group of Commands, a set of Droiddeka rolled up, tri pod popped up and dropped much larger canons than she had seen before. This model was after her time it seemed.

She had one more ion bomb, but there were three of them, and all three had shields. Sadly the shields were going to stop a ion blast. And she could do the rolling trick, and get it past a shield, but there would be only one down and two left at that rate. Lightsabers up, she deflected blasts from the three droideka as she started to plot and plan. Her eyes searched. There were some things here and there. There were more commando droids coming, at a distance. Not a big deal. She even redirected a bolt that way, knocking one out already.

Closing one lightsaber down, she kept the other moving, while putting her hand out, concentrating on a tree, and pulling at it. A large tree, it started to shake. The roots started to let go. She strained, pulling while keeping from being hit with a bolt.

The tree fell, with a very loud cracking snap, tipping over to the side and crashing down in front of the droid balls, just wide enough to block most of their blaster fire. The fall of the tree would be easy enough to see and hear from above. The blaster fire willing that is. She turned her attention to the incoming commando droids, running her way. The last Ion Bomb charged and ready to go, Force throwing it once again that way, only to lose it in a oddly high place in the sky (exploding there and missing the droids) because of what came up behind her.

A paid of IG battledroids had come through the trees on her back left, and droids are not easy to notice in the force at all. By time she heard the snap hiss of their pikes, one had already hit her in the back, sending a purplish jolt of energy through her. Both lightsabers deactivated as she seized up, tried to jerk away, and dropped to her knees. The moment it let up, she tried to regain herself, turning on the long green blade, and about to strike at one when the pike blocked it. Now for a real fight.

The tree-falling certainly helped, as he'd just located her ki signature. Heading that way, and the incoming ion-bomb was bit of a shock. Even braced, and transformed, he hadn't been expecting it. Re-orienting himself as he started to fall, green-eyes focused. Sword pulled out, as he dived again.

"Ahsoka!" Yelled in warning, her twitching and seizing adding more fuel to his fire. Coming down on one of the IG droids with his sword in a vertical slice. Pivoting then, Ki gathering in his hand in prep to help Ahsoka if she needed it.

She heard her name, but didn't turn her focus to it. Her ears cracked from the energy, her hands clenched tightly around her lightsabers. She clashed with one of the IG droids, pike end and saber, pushing at each other. The sound of Trunks cutting down a droid got her attention for one moment, then she moved when she felt an opening. Her hand on the shorter saber lifted to Force shove the droid, though they never moved well with that, it was enough to throw it's grip off enough.

In a blink, she have shoved it backwards enough to get a move on it, saber turning off, her body moving just to miss the pike coming down towards her, and the shorter saber suddenly turning on in the middle of the droids torso, shooting through it and shorting it out. While the droid shook a moment, still trying to fight, she managed to get the long green saber in and lop it's head off, dropping the droid and the sparking pike to the ground.

It all happened in a blink of time between Trunks cutting down the one and Trunks gathering Ki to assist her in the other.

She huffed a hard breath a moment, teeth clenched together, and glaring a moment, turning to be ready for the second one, forgetting that Trunks had already taken care of it. "T-thanks." She huffed again, standing up right and holding her side. Damn pikes. Now she realized why that fight was easier. He'd taken the other one out. Fighting ONE was easier then two.

His hair was blonde, spiked up slightly as if charged itself with energy, and green-eyes were more focused. There was no corona of energy around him as there could be, and yet it all seemed contained with him. Nodding, moving to step between her and the commando-droids who were getting back to their feet and closing in.

Letting the energy go, a short burst, then several. Not unlike blaster fire of his own. "Ready to keep going?" A glance back towards her with green-eyes, and a hint of smirk.

What the hell happened to him?

What the hell kind of power changed ones HAIR color?

Was this the same guy? She looked at him, confused as he stood before her, shooting off a shots at droids. She watched as some were hit and killed over. She came up near him, a bit uneasy but still willing to work with him and ask questions later. She pointed to the tree she fell, and the three balls behind it, trying to work their way around some other things. "Blast those before they get to their feet and project shields." She said with a huff, sucked in a breath and held it a moment.

She then nodded, reaching up to pat him on the shoulder as if to say 'good job' before moving to his side, a bit to his left, and lightsaber up, shooting a blaster shot back as well. A canon shot from a tank rocked past them and behind, shaking the earth. "Can you clear those droids over there?" She called, pointing to a large crate again. She wanted in it. If she can get ion charges again, they could stop the tanks easier.

It wasn't simply his hair, but his eyes, the way he spoke... Everything about Trunks in this state was sharper, more defined--containing the energy within and ready to unleash it under his control. Turning as she indicated, noticing the tree and the 3 smaller round droids. "Got it, you okay?"

Tossing his sword up--far and far into the sky, as his hands moved in a series of movements as if he was gathering energy to him, shaping it. Before his hands went forward, a diamond formed between his forefingers and thumb and energy forming in a sphere of its own. Released and flying through, splitting the Dekas.

Hopefully it would be comforting, that his hand went to brace her with him as the earth shook. Right hand moving up to catch his returning sword. "Clearing 'em now." Being sure she was steady, and there was a hint of smirk as green eyes met her own blue. Then off like a shot fired from a blaster, cleaving with sword and kicks and short-range blasts in the direction she had indicated.

It felt strange, like an electrical surge, touching his shoulder, or when he reached out to make sure she was steady as the earth shook. It's a war zone, and with battle droids she knew. Everything about this had that feeling that someone was going to die on the other side of where ever they were. Like if they didn't keep these droids back, some city was going to be lost. For a moment she forgot that she was in a test zone. Training. Practice. She mentally slipped into Commander Ahsoka mode and felt tired but at home here.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Maybe a bit unneeded here, but fine." She said and gave him a firm nod. If she had hair it would have been standing on end a bit, like Master Skywalkers did from time to time when shot with electricity like that. She directed another blaster bolt back at a droid and knocked it's head off be fore Trunks started to clear the area.

It seemed like every move he made was impressive. Like some god of the Force some how had shown up before her and just started smiting things as he pleased. "Careful of that large crate. I want to get inside it. It might have something to help with the tanks." She warned, and as droids started going down, she started out after them as well, or, well, after the crate. Lightsabers up and deflecting shots, but letting Trunks take them down on his own.

The closer she got the less fire came her way, until she hit the crate and heard none of them left in this area to fire back.

Trunks was finding this also a bit therapeutic--considering usually the androids he was facing could and did beat him badly. Careful of the crate as she asked, then his attention was taken by flashes of light--reinforcements? Lovely.

"Watch yourself and be careful." Called her way as a warning, before he resheathed his sword and took to the air once more. Getting an aerial view, green-eyes narrowing. This one seemed to have more Dekas, interspersed with the commando troops. And 3 more IGs.

Therapeutic in some ways, stressful in others. She was... or had been, a Jedi. This isn't anything she can't deal with. And no one would die in all this. At the crate she opened it, pawed through it a moment, and beamed as she pulled out two charges and what looked like a standard explosive.

When she heard the watch yourself and be careful, she looked up to see him taking off. "Could he sound anymore like Anakin just then?" She snorted, and started to take off at a run, moving behind cover as she went. Destroy all the droids they can. At least that was her assumption. Take down as many as possible, yes?

Maybe he did, but he didn't know that. Instead he was taking her at her word and as she was, just like he'd been doing. She was a warrior, even if a different kind than he was, and he was acting and trusting her to handle herself for the most part.

Ki blasts flew, before he was down on the ground again and dealing with the reinforcements. A golden corona of energy flared around him, as he focused on speed and power since more flashes of light meant more back-up for their opponent. Occasional slashes and the shing of steel on metal, energy fired and the IG droids were always his first targets. But he was good at what he did, keeping the droids away from Ahsoka.

Getting himself some space, hands together and blast charging up in his hands, it never came as one of the tank blasts hit him. The only thing keeping him mostly uninjured was that he was transformed as the explosion and hit sent him flying. Through some trees and into the side of the rocks, leaving an impact. Getting up once more, taking to the air, sword pulled out. "Focus on the tanks! I'll keep them off you." Because that--that had been annoying. And hurt.

She couldn't see what all he was fighting, but as she did notice he was keeping them off here, she was grateful to it. Though there was no other object than to take out the droids, so it seemed pointless, at first.

And then she had just seen it, the tank that arched up to blast at him. Her eyes went wide as he took the hit and actually flew back, hitting the ground hard. "Trunks!" but then he got up. She sighed and started to move again. This man was a tank himself. Literally a tank on a battle field, in flesh form. It was insane.

As she had called out his name she got the attention of commando droids, which she dispatched swiftly, diving out for attack and fighting forward. Focus on the tanks? "I can do that! I got an idea!" She yelled up to him, and started to duck off behind some cover, running around it and trying to get a side angle on the tanks.

If they were shielded like the droidekas, she could get past that. Easy enough.

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A 'tank' in flesh-form maybe, but he was still mortal. Just from a universe with a different set of rules than she was, as well as having to be one of a very very few who achieved the level he did. By necessity. "Understood!" Came his call back, deflecting some of the droid's blaster shots up and away given the golden-aura around him before back into the fray.

Keeping himself on the ground this time however, so that it would be harder for the tanks to shoot at him. Close-combat, tearing through the droids as they attempted to swarm him. The IGs were annoying, the electric pikes stinging and he snarled back before taking them down. Definitely a descendant of a warrior-race, as he'd told her before. But he had limits, even if he was used to pushing past them.

Unfortunately his attention was taken as he fired another one of those blasts at a group of Dekas heading Ahsoka's way. "Not this time!" Which meant another near-hit as he dodged the main blast from the tank, but the explosion still knocked him back and away. Shaking himself off, as he got to one-knee. Green-eyes narrowing, drawing more at his reserves, then back into the battle.

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Ahsoka, on one hand, felt bad that he was doing most the work, and on the other hand was glad to have him on her side. She wasn't sure any of the Jedi would leave if he was a Sith like this. Still, she knew she could get in and take care of these Tanks. She'd done it enough with her own back home. This shouldn't be any different.

Another one fired, and she was sure she saw Trunks take it, but not positive. She was focusing on the task at hand. She charged up to the tank from what she hoped was a blind side. Where Droidekas had shields that could be seen, these tanks did not.

That is, they did not have shields that could be SEEN. As she took a running jump off a rock to launch herself at one, she took a stunning hit, a shock and a tumble to the ground, electricity running through her a moment and groaning. "Welp... that's not... normal." She hissed, staggering to her feet and ducking away again. Time to think, time to think, time to--ah. The Ion Charges she had were just that. Charges, not bombs. They'd kill those shields but not destroy anything.

She had no idea where Trunks was at this point, but as she started for the tank again, coming closer, she took and rolled the ion charge, letting it tumble over the ground and slow, slow... then as it got near enough to the shield that it nearly stopped, she gave it a tiny nudge with the Force. That part was like the Dekas back home. Slow enough to get past shields. Once inside she released the force around the activated charge and let it go.

Just as it let out a blue charge of energy that stalled the tank, a electro-pike swung in from nowhere. The Force alerting her at the back of her neck, making her drop low to the ground, turn and roll. A IG droid from behind the tank, coming at her. She whipped out lightsasbers, and for a moment she couldn't spot Trunks in the sky. Was he okay? She'd heard more blasts from tanks. Shit. Just as she raised the lightsaber to fight the IG droid, the side of the pike swung and hit her crosswise, flinging her back, hard, towards the tank.

With a loud oof, she hit and slide down. She shuddered, staggering to stand again, sniffing at blood. No time to take the IG. She turned both blades at the tank, Force jumped up to the top and sank the blades into the top hatch of it, leaning in to push it, push, puuush and...

She could feel it. She hit something vital, and it was about to go off. Turning down both lightsabers again, she moved to leap off, just as the IG droid jumped to try and tackle her again. When she hit the ground with two feet and fist, she could feel the explosion rock behind her, blowing heat up and out and setting a few trees on fire near by. Knocking some droids over as well.

That hurt. But she was already on the move for the second tank. Hopefully Trunks was still well. She could sense his power still at least.

The one benefit to droids of any kind, was that they were harder, if possible at all, to sense ki from. Which meant that as much as Trunks had his attention focused on the task at hand, occasional checks meant he could keep track of Ahsoka's presence too. A bit shaky--but he couldn't tell if that was because of her or him. Not when he was doing his best to play decoy and shield and distraction.

The normal droids were fine, but those tank hits reminded him all too well of 17 and 18. There were more than 2 of them as well... Moving on instinct and automatic against a group of commandos, Trunks took the moment to assess himself internally.

Definitely not going to be able to take another hit from one of those tanks--directly would knock him cold, and indirectly would likely knock him out of Super Saiyan and hurt. Badly. Hopefully Ahsoka would be able to keep that from happening.

Given how they'd worked so far in the week they'd known each other, he trusted her. The reverberations of an explosion had his attention piqued. Then he smirked--and yes, he trusted her. Which meant keeping his promise; sword drawn and focused as he went to work moving through groups of commandos and dekas, then paying special attention to try and find IGs and take them out. Expending a bit more power to blast them from afar as needed, while closer-in he focused on good old-fashioned melee and hand to hand.

For all Ahsoka knew, he was still out there fighting. So she was going to do the same. He'd done a great job keeping her path clear too. After the first explosion of the tank she took no time in moving for the next one. And while she saw it send another blast out, it's shields flickering off, she ducked around it to the back, picking up a rock to chuck at it. It hit the tank. Another flicker just as another rock was thrown. It bounced off a shield.

They had to shut the shield down to fire. That might be a problem, it might help It wasn't a large window. She had one more Ion Charge, and one standard explosive. No matter what she did she wasn't going to be able to get through to that second one without the shield coming down, and they were close together but not close enough that ones blast will take out the other.

For a moment she wished they had communicators on them. Maybe she'd mention that later. Something that would allow them to talk while he was up there being all blond and well built and she was down here mousing around in the woods. No, there was no way to get the other tank to fire on...this... one. Was there?

That's when she did it. She slipped the explosive near this tank, then ran around it, holding the charge with the Force, hand down and curled. She charged after the third tank, making herself clear and open between the two of them. This was a stupid idea. This was so stupid. Still. She was doing it. When the second tank turned to follow her, to fire, she jumped, away, letting the shit hit the third tank, but the shields saved it. Still, she relaxed her hand, and the explosives under the second tank went off, and thanks to it having just fired, the shields weren't up yet. The second tank exploded, loud and strong, a wave of heat billowing up.

The third tank had turned towards her when the second on hit it, and it as charging up too. She intended to make fast work of it as well, using the ion charge to cripple it for a moment. Except it had been charging up a shot when the Ion went off, so, as she did with the first one, blindly trying to hit something to explode it, she found it, but it was a bit more powerful then the other two.

In the end, the explosion was much larger.

Three tanks down though. Ahsoka's body was left, face down in the ground some distance away, knocked out of her controlled jump and sent tumbling in the end. She didn't move for a moment, then gasp, pushing herself up on her arms, shaky. "Ow... over did it..."

That explosion was indeed much larger, as Trunks'd found himself being pushed closer by the swarms to the tanks. The reverberation of all 3 exploding finished things though, sending him flying back and against and into another rock-face.

Knocking him out of Super-Saiyan mode, as the aura and energy faded, and he shakily pushed himself to a knee. Preparing to draw his sword, looking around and trying to sense Ahsoka's ki. Any remaining droids simply dropped however.

Deactivated entirely, before vanishing in flashes of light as an Aurora Borealis shimmered across the sky. Test completed. Trunks breathed a sigh of relief, taking several moments just to do that. Then getting to his feet--bruised a bit, clothing slightly torn, but alive and in one piece. "Ahsoka?" Called, a hint of concern as he's trying to find her ki.

Ahsoka could feel a few things. Some were good. Some were not.

The first was that she could feel the sudden drop in the others presence. Her own spike of worry waved in the back of her mind, but she ached so badly that she lost that train of thought too.

Second, she could feel the rock under her ribs that she had landed on and groaned, shoving herself off it, pushing from her hands and rolling over onto her back. Ah, that felt better. She knew she couldn't just lay there though. That there were more droids. Sithspit, there were so many droids. They never seemed to end, did they? In most her life they were there. She'd lost so many good men in her troops due to them. She'd watched people die due to droids.

She then felt everything settle, as she realized she was seeing what could only be what the man called an Aurora over the sky. Lights. Pretty sparkling lights.

She lay there, not getting up at all. She felt as if she was slightly explosion burned, and her head was ringing. That was the other thing she felt. A high pitched ringing in her head, picked up from the montals, shaking through her head. No. She was going to lay there a moment longer and just... just...

"Trunks..." She took a breath, as again that first thing she noticed came back. His presence was smaller again. Was that good or bad. "TRUNKS?!" She yelled out, or thought she yelled. Her head was still ringing. Pushing herself up to sit she shook her head, lekku moving at a sway and falling in place once more. A hand coming to the top of her head. "Trunks?" She called again, in less of a yell, hoping he could hear.

"Right here!" Called, and he had at least enough energy to jog her way, sliding down and then settling by her, flomping on the dirt. Back to his normal self, and that presence was...slightly dimmer than normal when he wasn't masking it. But still steady.

"Don't move, just give me an idea of what hurts and where." Lowering his voice, blue-eyes concerned and a hand reaching out to steady her at her shoulders. Up close, she could see the scratches and small cuts he'd taken too.

She'd at least managed to sit up, drawing a leg in to curl under her. One hand bending around her middle a moment, groaning as he came and plopped down beside her. She let the hand go and rested it on the ground. "There you are..." She let out another sigh and started to smile. "I think I got carried away with that last tank." She said with a half laugh, leaning back on her one arm, and holding her hand out. She called one of her lost Lightsabers to her, and carefully clipped it on her belt. The other sat on the ground where her hand had left it.

"I'm fine. Swear. Nothing broken, that I can tell. That last blast came on a bit faster then the first is all." She tried to assure him, giving him a tired smile. "You got hit. Are you hurt?"

"Exhausted." But he's grinning at her. Moving to lean on his arms, out behind him, and just breathing. "Slightly bruised, not going to be doing anything more strenuous than keeping track of you and me, and scratched." But alright.

A moment or two, and then he was laughing. "Remind me never to make you angry, if that's what you're like when you get carried away." But turning his head her way, and there's an honest and genuine smile on his face and in bright blue eyes. "Glad you did though..those were...yeah."

"You're telling me." She laughed about the exhausted part. Though she had been though worse, and she could still keep going. "I think I could have done a few more tanks, if needed. And I might be able to keep running still. But... I'm glad we don't have to." She said with a grin. She had a very good stamina at least. Where Trunks flashed like a bright fire his energy had to take a lot out of him. She on the other hand could go in small bursts, and keep going for a long time. You had to with the war she had.

"I don't get angry." She said, smirking. It was a bit of a lie. She had a hot head, as did her master. It was something they were both suppose to work on. "Or, well, a bit. But I'm working on it." She dropped back to lean on her elbows, the lekku at her back draping a bit to rest on the ground, the other two on her shoulders. Ah, better. "Though I would rather you be on my side always, then have to battle what I just saw here today. I'd rather you never be angry at me." She said with a grin.

Some of it--he'd burned a lot in Super Saiyan form, mostly because it came with the boosts she'd seen. It was also likely the only thing that had saved his life against those tank-hits. But so long as he wasn't unconscious, his ki remained steady and strong enough, if not the overwhelming presence it had been. It was all in how one managed their resources.

He is raising an eyebrow at her, when she mentions the not getting angry. Skeptical, then grinning at her when she corrected herself. "Depends on what you do." Then he's turning away bashfully. "I don't really get angry easily, except in certain cases."

A sigh, and Trunks just leaned back fully, arms outstretched and fingers not far from her Lekku at the back. "...my world is...under attack by two androids. About as powerful as those tanks, if not more so. They've killed everyone who can give them any kind of decent fight, but me. I can barely survive." A bit more serious, but explaining for her. Trying to give her some context.

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