Stick And Move (Open)

[WR Harthe]

Today, WR was feeling particularly motivated. It wasn't the usual motivation that had them working on an artistic project, or the kind that had them craving social interaction, or even the kind that provoked a simple sprint around town.

No, today, they were itching for a fight. They knew if they were going to continue to Dragon legacy, or establish their organization among others, they were going to have to put in some work. They were already in hella good shape for their size, but that wasn't good enough. They needed to get stronger, faster, smarter...

Unfortunately, they didn't know anyone that would be willing to spar with them, the exception being Drake, but they... didn't feel like putting up with his ass today. He would just annoy them out of training altogether, even if he was the perfect practice.

Instead, they found themself in a less populated part of town, in an alleyway between a few abandoned buildings. It was a spot pretty central to the area, and one pretty easy to find, but it didn't seem like anyone really cared about it, and so WR took advantage of the neglected open area.

What exactly did they plan on doing without any equipment or people to train with? They were going to fight their afterimage. It wasn't ideal, but if they could slip in attacks between the flames, they could likely physically keep up with anything in the city. 

And that's exactly what they did.

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Second Skin: WR's body is set ablaze into pure visible energy, appearing as red fire, which creates an afterimage that repeats all of their physical actions at a half second delay. The afterimage burns whatever it touches, dealing 100% of their ENG as damage. The fire changes colors based on their emotions. Additionally, they gain 50% immunity to all fire based effects.

[Julius Kane]

Julius was taking yet another casual stroll through the streets, as he seemed to do often recently. He liked getting a good lay out of the area (and in the streets one could not be stopped from beating on some anti-metas).

Taking the third bite from an apple, he passed alleyway after alleyway. He was sure to take a glance down each one to make sure no one jumped him. Though, all he saw was trashcans, trashcans, some rats, trashcans, trashcans, a burning person, tras-

Julius stopped in his tracks.

Wait, what? Was that-?

Upon doing a complete 180 where he stood as if trained in the military, he stepped back over to the entry of that alleyway and looked down to see that drunk... guy? chick? from the bar.

Chewing his apple, he addressed them without facing them, his body still facing the sidewalk he went down. "Hey, aren't you that...uh, kid, from the other day? The drunk as hell one?"