>>6320463“Come on Chaya, get up! I know you're not done yet!” you say, watching Jiren approaching your downed daughter. “Get up!”
But she doesn't get up, Jiren walking right up to her as she's on her hands and knees, stomping her back. She keeps her base, not letting him flatten her as she cries out in pain. Your fists clenching at the sound, watching as Jiren then removes his foot off her back, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up to his eye level.
“It's over.” Jiren says, firing a vicious uppercut to her guts, causing Chaya to wheeze, then fires one of his blasts point-blank into her chest. Sending her flying back, smashing through mountain after mountain of rock as Jiren turns his back on her, crossing his arms. Clearly confident in his victory. But as you watch, your ki sense focused on Chaya's ki, you feel her still at the edge of the ring! She didn't go over! And as the dust settles, you see her hand, deep blue and blazing red enveloping her hand as she pulls herself back up onto the stage. Seeing Jiren's back turned to her, she calls out to him.
“Hey. Where do you think you're going?” she says, Jiren turning back to her, clearly more annoyed than anything. Chaya then clenches her fists, the entire arena trembling as she draws upon everything she's got. “HRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
And with that war cry dashes forward, almost like she's flying from the force of her charge as she rockets towards Jiren. Who, without moving, somehow <span class="mu-i">stops</span> Chaya's charge completely! Leaving her crying out in pain as she's sent flying perpendicular to the path she'd dashed towards him. Smashing through several mounds of rock before sliding to a stop by the central pillar of the Tournament of Power arena. Which, ominously, suddenly drops a level lower.
“Chaya...” your wife murmurs, clearly worried. But you're not worried, not yet. She's not done. You know Chaya won't give up so easily, not with everyone watching her. She won't lose!
“D-Dammit.” your daughter mutters as she slowly, shakily forces herself to rise. Armor cracked and broken, several marks on it from where whatever Jiren'd hit her with stopped her last charge. And Jiren, as casual as ever, slowly walks her down. Walking up to where she's down, but not approaching to striking distance as she staggers back up to her feet. “Gotta admit. You're the. Toughest guy. I've ever faced. I've only got. One last trick. A special move I was. Saving for. Rematching Lord Beerus. But if I don't beat you, here and now, I won't get that chance!”
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