Flashback Great Destroyer vs Astral Flame
Posted: Fri Apr 12, 2019 3:50 pm
“This is getting boring Dad.”
Exclaimed the little girl who sat atop Kham’s back legs crossed, arms crossed. She had brown skin, red hair and dark brown eyes who’s lids were getting more and more slack the more she saw the horizon rise up and down the same few feet. She’d seen the twin suns start at their opposing points of the sky, converge atop her head and position themselves at opposite ends of the horizon filling the sky with a cloud spray of oranges, reds and greens. It was nice, but this was boring. And her ass was covered with sweat.
“You’re-sup-posed-to-be-keep-ing-count!”
Heaved Kham, her father, who was doing push-up’s underneath T’ajsa sweaty bum. Beneath Kham was a pool of sweat that could house a micro-sized ocean of fauna. His heart thundered in his chest racing against the rhythm of his reputations. His hands were making deep imprints into Vescrutia’s hide. Kham was warming up. After hundreds of reps he would have his daughter increase her density to staggering levels, placing several mountains upon his back all house in side his little girl. The two had to get creative to train on Vescrutia’s surface without damaging the planet, and this exercise was very affective. Except for when your partner had the attention span of a fly.
TJ was incredibly prone to distraction.
“Yeah, I stoped counting a while ago.”
Her voice was a lot deeper than it was a second ago and it picked up a tinge of sarcastic disregard along the way. What was once a small doll of a girl, transformed, instantly, into a long brown haired adolescent with a sculpted, athletic body. The skin tight black pants fighting suit expanded right along with her. It wasn’t uncommon or frightening, anymore. But Kham reflected often at his own daughters instability, even if he was focused on maxing out reps with countless pounds on his back, hearing TJ’s older voice took him back to times when he and Cross labored intensely trying to get TJ to stabilize herself and how he and Gaia would argue for days when she refused to assist. But her battle suit adjusted with her inconsistent geneology, and it was beautiful.
“Finally! Eleventy million!”
Came the voice of the little girl. With a quaking thump Kham draped to the grassy puddle of sweat beneath him. TJ hopped off her dad’s back before his chest hit the floor lest they both put a massive crater in the sacred ground that surrounded them. She put both her hands over her head interlocked, stretched toward the sky and howled into the evening. Her voice echoed it back, birds took off from the trees on the horizon fearing some wild animal was on the attack. Kham rolled over on his back and looked toward the sky with a smile across his face, watching his daughter ignore the boundaries of this world. With the sun drowning her back in shadow, T’ajsa looked just like her mother.
“How heavy were you?”
Kham asked all breathy. He was so warm, sweat still forming across his brow, body steaming with clear smoke of energetic exhaust. His muscle were nice and sore, the stiffness was pressed out of his arms and chest. His legs were a bit stiff, so he stretched those out as well.
“Um… as that.”
TJ distantly replied as she lazily lifted her finger toward the dueling orbs in the sky that rose when the shining ones fell. One was slightly smaller than the other. Kham rose up by her side and followed her finger.
“The moon?”
Kham wasn’t entirely surprised. He was definitely sore, he felt the work in his body, the exhaust spoke for itself. He was using Naten to keep TJ atop his back without breaking.
“Mhm, almost two of them.”
Now that was surprising.
“You’re not lying just to make me feel better.”
“I wouldn’t lie to do you dad. You’re really strong. But not as strong as the mighty TJ!”
Kham laughed a belly full of feel goods. He and TJ both knew she was telling the truth. Adjusting her weight to twice that of the moon without damaging the planet took prodigal control that Kham lacked.
“Ha oh really! Well you’re welcome to prove it.”
He then gestured to his hand prints on the ground. But TJ’ scoffed, and grew twice her child like size, her hair grew a Michio white and one of her eyes glossed over a gold.
“And do push-ups? Dad come on.”
There was more than disregard in her voice, there was disdain. It was hard for Kham to keep a straight face among this type of TJ, she just wasnt his little girl anymore, what would she go through that would render her blind in one eye? Where did her mother’s hair go? But you never asked a warrior where they got their scars.
“Well what would you prefer?”
“I haven’t seen you fight in a long time. I miss it. Back here in Kemet before it went all BOOM!”
They stood among ruins, disembodied pillars covered on dead overgrowth aglow with faded Naten igniting ancient indecipherable scriptures. Kemet after the heralds arrived. People like Kham and TJ aways stared into the past. And Kemet was so different, everyone looked back on that day differently but few were alive to look back on it as home.
“You really liked watching me fight? In the arena?”
“Are you kidding?
TJ didn’t change form this time. There was so much sincerity in her adult self that her. Younger self suffocated in child like innocence.
“You’re the greatest dad. Always have been. Always will.”
Kham could barely hold a smile he was so warm with love. Just he, and his daughter.
“Thank you T’ajsa.”
“Just TJ dad.”
“Right…. Why don’t you call your uncle Zeik?”
TJ was taken aback. She knew what her dad was thinking. And the growing smile grew across her face two sizes larger while she grew incredibly small back to her child form. Overcome with joy she leapt into her dads arms.
“Wait. What are you-“
“Yes call him over. So you can watch your father fight to his fullest.”
“YES! YES YES YES YES YES! Okay okay I’ll ask Nagase to call him.”
In his arms, TJ shut her eyes for a moment and opened them. Kham looked perplexed. Surpsied by his daughter more and more everyday.
“She said he said okay.”
“Wait really? That’s it? That fast?”
“Yeah! I mean, I did have to make up some words.”
“Wait… “
Kham set TJ down, she was already snickering.
“What did you said I said?”
“I said you called him a bitch.”