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Once she had moved the rocks, she let out an even louder sigh, as she turned around, resting her back against the rock.... She would then look over at Klene, waiting to see her reaction....wait a minute....weren't they sparring now? Serett jumped to a defensive stance, ready for strife.
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Meanwhile, while Klene would (hopefully) be distracted by that attack, she would fly up int othe air, and reeled both her arms back, charging Ki in each hand, before they shot forward in a explosive rain of ki blasts, peppering the area with small explosions.
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Finally, she felt herself hit the ground, and she thrust her hands out, launcing herself off the ground, unto her fighting stance. She saw Klene flying straight at her, foot jabbed out, meaning to kick her. She sidestepped the kick, and wrapped her arms around the leg. "Rrrruuuuaaah!" She yelled, flinging the Saiyan away from her(or at least she hoped!) and began to charge yet another energy attack.
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But yet, it still wasn't enough. Klene was too strong for her, and she was too exausted from training. The girls arms buckled, and she soon felt the huge blast of energy overtake her.
Soon the attack faded, and the smoke was clearning. From the bottom of the cloud of smoke, you could see the young Saiyan falling towards the planet's surface, her armor completly gone, and th limbs of her jumpsuit were torn to bits. She must've curled up into a ball to block the main of her body from the front. She hit the ground with a heavy thud, and didn't move. But anyone with a scouter could tell that she was simply exausted and weak, not dead.
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Klene flew down to check on the exhausted saiyaness. The hard days training, coupled with their sparring match, had taken its toll on Serett. Klene purposefully fall on her back, next to Serett, with a bit of a thud. As soon as the younger saiyaness came to she would complement her on her progress.
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Her scouter had been destroyed in the training process, and she was currently unaware of the threat that currently approached her...
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Klene sat there, unaware of the approaching danger.
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The only signs of life that would show up on scouters came from the small camp on the far side of the planet. The camp was little more than two saiyan drop pods and a common area for having fires at night. The pods themselves showed visible signs of accidental damage, a few dings here and there. The once large fire was now nothing more then a smoldering pile of ashes.
The door on one of the drop pods slowly began to open. Once open, Klene emerged from the within. She wasn't wearing her saiyan armor, only the body glove that one wears underneath the armor. She yawned and stretched, as most do in the mornings, afterward shambled over to the fire and sat down, poking at the pile of ashes with a stick. After a few moments of this she placed her hands behind her head and flopped back on the ground to gaze at the pink morning sky.
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She stepped out of her spherical makeshift bedroom, and set foot onto the planet. She barely had noticed the gravity here now. It wasn't even heavy to her. Streching, popping her joints, and yawning again, she sighed contently....before smiling brightly. Klene had already awoken. How long she had been awake was unknown.... But it honestly didn't matter. Serett felt her muscles tense as she set view on her mentor; expecting some sort of foreign attack. But these kinds of days, she was usually given a little warning. Which was better than none. She calmly walked over to Klene, walking over to her, stopping beside her, as she watched her poke and prod in the red coals of the night's fire.
"Good morning, Klene..." She said, reaching up to pat the other saiyan's shoulder. "Did you sleep well?" A simple question, which would probably recieve a simple answer. But it didn't matter. Just knowing how she was would be fine for Serett. She had grown quite close to her teacher. Very close indeed. She wanted to compare the feeling to one that she would have felt for a foster-mother.... But it wasn't that. It was closer. She couldn't explain the feeling. But instead of exploring the feeling, she simply ignored it, shoving it to the back of her mind, as she refocused. Klene was probably planning on giving her a surprise this morning.... She felt herself tense again, as she waited for her mentor's response.