The Carnival

[Victoria]

A fight, it didn’t surprise her. She had fought Joal, and from that spar they had grown closer as friends. She had fought against Alura, and after some time, they had formed a friendship. Even Piper had fought her, from a misunderstanding, but now they were very much aware of each other’s existence. She didn’t mind fighting; she actually liked the opportunity to train against other people. She hadn’t taken enough chances before, always living by the rules, but Joal had changed all of that. She smiled eagerly and held up a clenched fist. “You’re on.” She glanced around at the concession stands quickly and then motioned for Orion to follow her lead.

Between the concession and the arcade lay a trampled area, a few patches of green grass sprouted from the dry dirt, but from constant use a trail tore through the open area. It would suffice for their spar; she knew already that sparring in the middle of a crowd did not bode well. The last thing she wanted was to make the digital consumers angry.

Orion looked at her nonchalantly, “Ladies first.” He said, waving a hand at her.

Victoria shifted her body slightly, raising her fists. “What do I get if I win?” She asked, smirking slightly.

“Win? Well, you’ll have to win first, because I don’t intend on losing.” He replied. “Just show me what you’ve got.” His reasons behind this spar were unknown to her, but he didn’t seem concerned by what she might be able to do. Victoria eyed him for a moment and shot off the ground towards him.

His arm came up and blocked her attack, although he found himself sliding back slightly. Victoria pushed off of his body and returned quickly, throwing her fists forward and into his arms. He watched her movements, the way she fought, and she attempted to break through his defenses. She had an ace up her sleeve, because with each punch that landed on his strong arms she laid a latent charge. Her body began to spark slightly; little forks sprang from her flesh and caused a unique glow around her form. Her strikes began to stack the charge on him, synced with her own electric energy, it would come in useful.

“Nice affect,” he commented and pushed her back. She stumbled with her footing, and a smile crept onto her lips. “Is that all?”

“Not quite, I’m only getting started.” She launched at him again, but feinted to the left. He missed the block and her fist nailed him in the gut. He shifted from the attack, leaning forward. Victoria shuffled around and he turned to follow her movements. “You ready for the pain, Saiyan?” She coaxed and hopped back as he stepped closer. She was quick on her feet, but with each attack he garnered information on her sporadic fighting style. Victoria jumped forward again, her fists cocked back. He reached upwards just as she made to strike, gripping her small fist in his hand.

Victoria pulled back, but he held her, and he looked amused while he did it. “Fancy,” she remarked and slapped him hard across the face. Although he seemed stunned, he didn’t let her go. Victoria lifted herself up, placed her feet onto his stomach and pushed off of him forcing his hand to let go. She landed in a crouch and turned to face him. Little did Orion know, she had placed her Static Symbiosis charge on him with her nasty slap. His cheek turned red and blotchy. Victoria laughed at him, and took a quick step back.

“Do you slap everyone you fight?” He asked, taking on the offensive. He moved in fluidly, his shaggy raven hair moving with the wind. Victoria threw up her arms in defense, and his hard jabs made her teeth clench. He had power behind his hits; she was not fighting an amature. She lost her footing and he grabbed her by the collar of her vest and pulled her forward before she could fall. He buried his fist into her gut, and she gasped for air. Vicky pushed away from him, trying to regain her composure.

“No,” she coughed, and held up a hand. “I do whatever I need to, and a slap seemed like the best course of action.” She ran towards the Saiyan then, attempting to catch him off guard. However, she didn’t run into him, she ran past him. He turned sharply to see her stop a few feet away at the sign that pointed in the two directions Arcade and Concession. She tapped the post, and turned towards him; she set her hands on her hips and gave him a cocky look. “You’re slow, old man.” She taunted, and tapped her foot.

Orion’s lips curled into a smirk at her taunt before he shot towards her with all the speed he possessed. She jumped out of the way, and he slammed into the sign. A sudden explosion of static electricity erupted from his face, and Victoria excitedly clapped her hands causing electricity to fork from her hands. She watched him straighten, touching his red face. Victoria raised a hand and pointed her middle and index finger at him like a gun.

Orion chuckled at the girl, thinking her daft. “Pow,” she said, and her hand flared with electric force that formed into a shot that slammed into his chest. His body was taken over by another attack of static energy as the shot triggered her Static Striking ability. She hopped on the spot, watching him.

“Pretty,” she remarked, and he fought to regain his composure by trying to lean on the singed sign.

“Impressive,” he surmised, shaking his tingling hands.

“What can you do?” She asked, sliding into her stance once again. “You didn’t tell me about your abilities.” She waited for him, watching him carefully. “Someone as seasoned as you should know a thing or two, not just have the ability to fight.” She smirked, hoping to see what he might be able to bring to the table.