>>6078245“Meloka? Hun, what is it?” you ask your wife telepathically as you turn your focus back on the fight. “What are you seeing?”
“It's Chaya's power. She should be a lot stronger than she is right now.” Meloka replies, also telepathically. “Look at her, she's trembling. She doesn't have enough power to keep that form going for much longer.”
“Do you think Kaliflor's hits are really that hard?” you ask, getting the mental image of Meloka shaking her head as the two women continue to clash. Kaliflor again on the attack, Chaya back on the back foot and fighting defensively once more. “Or is it something about her power, like mine?”
“No, nothing like that. But she already used Blue earlier.” your wife tells you, confusing you. “It may not seem like it, but it takes a TREMENDOUS amount of power to take on that form. It isn't to be used lightly. And she already transformed back when you all were fighting Hit.”
“Wasn't that hours ago? Shouldn't she have recovered by now?” you reply as Chaya narrowly leans her head to the right to narrowly dodge a right straight, only to take a left uppercut square in the guts, doubling her over. Kaliflor, seizing upon her advantage follows with a right cross then short left uppercut to the jaw into a spinning right roundhouse to the temple, knocking your daughter spinning and flying back away.
“No, usually it takes at least eight hours to recover, which is why you wouldn't have noticed this with your training of her for the past month being at opposite ends of the day.” your wife replies as Kaliflor chases down Chaya, your daughter recovering and remounting her defense. “She's eaten, which is why she still has the strength to even take this form and fight, but it's still nowhere near close to one hundred percent of her power. Right now, she's at less than half her normal Blue form's strength.”
“Wait, half?! Damn.” you say aloud, watching your daughter struggle against the half-Ctarl-Ctarl's beastly transformation. Yet even despite her weakness your daughter keeps fighting, finding her openings to land powerful shots. But they are few and farther between as the fight moves on, Kaliflor seemingly speeding up. Or, your daughter is slowing down.
“HRRAAAAAAA!!” Kaliflor bellows, firing a wild, heavy right. One Chaya can't avoid, instead crosses her arms to block. Allowing the force of the strike to send her flying backwards, creating dozens of yards of space between them before stopping her backwards flight.
“Hehe, I gotta hand it to you. This new form of yours is the real deal.” your daughter says while lowering her hands. Revealing a bit of blood dripping out of the left corner of her mouth as she grins. A bloody, toothy grin. “But how about I stop holding back and take this seriously?”
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