Day Three: Afternoon

[Violet]

She could smell the death before her eyes could make sense of the large lump in the path ahead. It was a body, a large, white body, blood caking around the wound that used to be his neck. That heavy feeling yanked on her harder, eyes scanning over the fallen warrior, bits and pieces of memories came rushing back.

Kneeling next to the dead man, her fingers flittered over his pallid face. The rubbery skin was cold, and for some reason, he hadn?t even begun to decompose. Fresh kill, she thought. The blood was dried for the most part, but a body in this state, it wasn?t no more than a day, perhaps, since he had been killed.

?What are you doing, fleshbag?? Super Buu growled from behind her, irritated. It seemed like the human was becoming more and more like the rest of her species every day. He?d been wrong before, but not that he?d admit it to anyone. ?Leave that body alone.?

She shook her head, but her gaze never left the man?s face. Recognition shown in her azure depths, as finally the name whispered through her head.

?Yamu??

She realized he was yelling up at her again and refocused on the vein draped fighter. ?Today is your lucky day, Purple. Because I like you so much, and only that, I?m going to give you a little fighting lesson.?

?You think you have something to teach me? I?ll shove your lesson down your throat!?

Yamu?s bothersome smile only grew bigger at her response, a most infuriating reply to the black-clad girl.

The bald gladiator took to the air and the two danced a deadly tango. A dizzying mix of attacks, counter attacks, punches, and kicks. The Pitch Black fighter became increasingly impressed with the spirit of the Civil Unrest combatant. Her attacks formed a seamless combination that Yamu could not seem to throw off. He blocked high, her fist veered low, his leg came from under, she hammered two fists in from above. Violet?s hyper focused awareness would have to be de-railed and Yamu was well versed in distraction.

?Today is the day you get your geography lesson. In any battle scenario the landscape is the permanent X-factor.? Despite her best efforts the purple haired vixen found herself slipping as she honed in on Yamu?s lecturing tone. A punch went to wild costing her a shot in the ribs. Her counter was too sloppy and Yamu broke through, bloodying her lip. It only grew worse as he continued. ?The best of fighters use the unique circumstances given to them as an advantage, the do not seek to battle identically in every setting but to use these variations to their advantage.? Her attention slipping, Violet could feel herself being pushed through the air as if Yamu was putting her into a certain location, but she was too focused on his words and blows and her brain could not comprehend the next step. What was in front of her was far too pressing. ?In most tournaments the ?ring out? clause keeps fighters within invisible walls but with a cage the definite walls give definite restrictions to movement.?

Clang.

Violet swiveled her head and saw in horror that she had been backed into the top corner of the cage. She spun her neck back to see a glowing palm staring back at her. ?Lesson one Violet: Always know where you are fighting.?

For that brief battle, they had formed something, a bond of sorts. Whether it was respect or lust, she couldn?t tell, but seeing this hulk, his throat torn away, exposing things that were never meant to be seen by human eyes, she realized he must have fallen to some folly of his own. He didn?t remember.

She promised herself when she left this abomination of a game, she?d look for Yamu again, and teach him a lesson or two in return. That is, if he survived. His body may be here on the battlefield, but her understanding was that the defeated were taken back to base, and released. At least, she hoped so. Perhaps Seventeen and that kid would be there, too, waiting for them.

?What are you ragging about now?? Buu whined.

She closed the warriors half opened eyes, and said a few words of respect over the body before getting back to her feet to face her new problem: the Buus.

When would they turn on her? All it would take is for one of them to distract her while the other slit her throat, or some other clever vice. Would she be ready to take them down if it came to it? Perhaps. Not all at once, though. She doubted she would be capable of taking down the bigger of the two majins, but if push came to shove, she?d go down in flaming glory. No sneaky ploys, no diversions. Straight up fighting.

It suddenly became her aspiration to have the final battle between herself and the Buu?s. Yes, when the rest of the remaining fighters have been eliminated, it would just be them, and the fight of a lifetime.

?I just realized something, Buu;? she began, a sly smirk lifting the corners of her mouth.

His head cocked to the side, scrutinizing her. ?Oh? And what is that??

?How much longer will it be until you finally decide to kill me??