(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Accretionary

Fighting Mood
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A large Ocean swell crashed against the jagged rocks, splitting the massive wave into many different directions, spray flying high into the sky. From within that swell, a figure was thrown through and out the front end, fixing her flight mid air and landing against one of the rocks.

Z73 looked back towards the wave as Adapter emerged as well, clearing the wave's height as she flew straight towards her, leg high in an axe kick. The German quickly stepped to the side as she landed, crushing the stone where she once stood.

Z73 spun with a kick to Adapter's head, the Siren ducking it before ripping her leg free and falling towards the water below. Adapter watched the waves coming in and made a slight adjustment, landing on one of the swells and sliding to the next one over, sending herself high into the sky.

"Come on 73, this is a little boring!"

"Don't go crying if this hurts then!" She kicked off the rock and met Adapter in the air, leg loaded like a spring while her enemy did the same.

They clashed together high in the air, the waves crashing hard below them as they did so. Each movement done by one was perfectly mirrored by the other, every punch and kick, all repeated by their opposite as they fell.

It repeated on end until they were close to the surface of the water, where they kicked at each other once more, the force sensing both back and slamming them against opposite rocks. Adapter came back quickly, springing out towards Z73, who was barely recovered by the time she got there.

She got herself real close to her face, a wide smile of pure glee on her. "Come on, let's get this a little bit further on!"

Z73 huffed, giving her a smirk back. "Alright, I think we're due for some change then!"

She pulled her legs up and pressed them to Adapter's stomach, pushing her off while also pushing herself away from the rock. With both in the air, Adapter grabbed hold of Z73's legs and tossed her down towards the waves, swinging her straight down into the water.

Only a few moments later, she blasted out of the waves again in her Armament form, golden eyes clashing with Adapter's own as she met her halfway down. Adapter couldn't handle this form's raw power, and from a horribly rough metal slap, was sent flying off from the rocky cove, coming to a spinning halt in the grass field that they originally talked in.

"Oww...damn that slap was rough..." She stood and rubbed her sore cheek, looking ahead to see Z73 had already arrived, powered down from her amped state.

"You should remember I can't be in water without that. Besides that, let's keep this going yeah?"

No response was needed, as the Siren was already sprinting towards her. She didn't have to move at all to prepare, since they both knew what kind of scrap they wanted today.

A fun one, so they'll make it a dangerous one.

Z73 leaned back from a haymaker and ducked the following punch, springing up with an uppercut that was also evaded. This was a constant for the two, throwing out whatever they thought up for on the spot while evading the hits from the other.

It was a dance, a brutal slugfest turned into an aggressive dance all in a change of location.

Slowly they moved, butterfly kicks to reposition further away and backflips mixed with throwing and grabs that either one let happen just to have the battle on the move. This fight was barely enough to be called such with how free they were flowing it, definitely a dance that mixed martial arts and street fighting all into one.

Though eventually, it did lead to unfortunate additions. After one rough shove by Adapter, Z73 found her footing start to slip, as her foot was no longer rooted on grass, rather pavement had met her foot.