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</a><br/>Nalia<br/>Anger room<br/><a class="username" data-user-id="3012" data-username="@Norden" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3012/">@Norden</a><br/><br/>As she was thrown, Nalia landed with a loud thud, groaning while she lied there. That was not quite what she expected and it was by no means a pleasant experience. Hearing his words, recognizing them as yet another lecture, though at least this one was concise, all she could do was grunt out a question in response, “and what exactly is your goal?” Before she could hear his answer though, he was pulling her up and they were right back into it again.<br/><br/>He wasn’t playing around anymore. She wasn’t anywhere near as fast or as strong. Her experience in fighting consisted of what little time she spent in the convergence and it was completely self-taught. She studied no books nor videos. Had no teacher. It was just a case of being thrown into battle on the easiest possible settings and just having fun with it. Going against Axle was clearly playing on veteran mode and she was being fed to the sharks. They may not have been incapacitating, but his blows still hurt.<br/><br/>Finally, with her heart pounding and various parts of her body aching, she decided to initiate her failsafe. Getting just a bit of distance away from him, Nalia balled her hands into fists, touching them together in front of her chest, knuckle to knuckle, then swinging them out to her sides, elbows slightly bent. In that motion, it was as if space around her warped, fluctuating just around her person in a strange whispy blue vapor that contorted the very space she resided in, condensing mostly around her fists.<br/><br/>This should level the playing field a bit, she thought briefly before leaping from where she stood, the blue trailing behind her as she moved. As she came down, she would throw a fist at the ground just in front of where Axle stood, creating a small crater the size of her knuckles with some cracks spidering out beyond. Just like him in regards to her, she had no intentions of harming him. The strike at the ground would create a shockwave that would throw the man back a few feet, much the same way he threw her.<br/><br/>Nalia relaxed her stance and looked at him, not completely at ease, ready to react again if she needed to, but not in a threatening position either. “I already told you my goal. It’s just to have fun. Whether I win or lose, doesn’t matter. Being a punching bag is not what I consider fun. I’m not asking you to dumb yourself down for me, but I also need you to recognize that I’m not on your level. Nor do I have aspirations to be. At least not currently. Who knows, that may change. But for right now, all I can do is ask again: what exactly is your goal here? Because it clearly doesn’t match mine.”<br/><br/>(OOC the funky blue stuff, by the way, is biotics. She’s been playing mass effect lol)