Another Fight [OPEN]

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah watched as he focused his Qi, seeing his pained expression and how large the fireball grew. She could only observe passively. His pain was noted and easy to sympathize with...it made it rather obvious that this was a rather horrible memory for him to hold on to and it was no surprise when once again it got out of control.

He flew back and the fireball shot away from him again. She tracked it's progress with a keen eye before it even found it's mark and she turned away from it and back to Sider. Striding over to him, she grasped him by his upper arm and hauled him to his feet, again with incredible ease, as though she were far stronger than she looked.

"A smaller memory. Maybe a happier one." she said as though what happened scarcely mattered.

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Happy memory? HAPPY?!?! do you not know my pas...oh wait....

"Delilah, i really don't have any 'happy' memories. I got one other memory that i could try though..." Sider stated.

Sider raised his right hand and it began to brighten, but not produce flame yet. The sound of arrows flying by, the sweat pooling across Sider's skin and streaming a bead down to find it's way off his body. A rather large man, yet no bigger than Rai, on his own knees in front of Sidervib. He looked sorrowful, regret very obvious in his eyes. The man wore the banners of an old gang, And he was their leader. Sider holding a blade only inches away from the man's throat. "This is for my family." Sider gently stated.

Sider remember quite well, He closed his eyes took a deep breath, and pictured the Leader's head flying off. Exhaling, Sider opened his eyes and formed a fireball. This one had a considerable amount of control, not perfect, No, Not perfect, but good, a hell of a lot better than his earlier attempt. Aiming at was was left of a local building, just a dusty old wall. One last breath and Sider let go. A perfect hit, exactly on target. The wall fell and crumbled.

"Ah!" Sider exclaimed.

[Delilah A. Black]

Again, Delilah would watch as he formed a fireball. Smaller this time. As he focused, Delilah would move around him, slowly drawing her tanto from it's sheath.

The fireball would hit it's mark with good accuracy, engulfing the wooden wall in flame. As Sidervib exclaimed his surprised triumph, Delilah's knife hand would come up and gently lay the blade against his shoulder.

The edge was pointed away his neck, so there was no real danger made towards him. She was not trying to hurt him or threaten him. This was a caution.

"The amount of time it took you to focus on forming this fireball is a detriment to your powers," she told him softly. "Big attacks like this seldom work when surrounded by multiple enemies or at close range. If I were an enemy, you would be very much dead right now, of I was so inclined."

She would remove her hand from his shoulder and sheath the blade again. "Smaller. Try setting your hands on fire or making smaller fire balls for close ranged attacks."

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Sider gathered himself before continuing. He tried focusing in short small burst, the fireballs he launched were maybe 2 inches in diameter at the largest, firing for accuracy he tapped into his inner rage and let out a barrage of a dozen, left hand first, then right, then left again and so on.

"Ha!" Sider exclaimed once again. "How about those?"

[Delilah A. Black]

"Better," she agreed. She nudged the back of his knee as she popped hers forward, still standing behind him. This was to indicate that he was not yet fully aware of his surroundings.

"But your back and flanks are wide open. You get tunnel vision when you attack. Look beyond your target to see everything. And I mean that literally," she pointed over his shoulder at the brick wall that had already gathered his abuse once. "See that there? Let your eyes slip out of focus to see the edges of your vision. Without turning your head to look at them, hit the targets on your left and right"

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Sider crossed his hands in front of him, open-handed, and aimed forward firing one fireball at a time slowly, opening his arms still shooting slowly until each of them were fully extended to the sides firing a barrage of fireballs cover a total area of 180 degrees.

(working from the right hand at -10 degrees moving right, and his left hand at 10 degrees moving left until the right hand was pointing at a 90 degree angle from sider direction he was facing and the left hand aimed at a -90 degree angle.)

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah would still watch from her position behind him. Watching where his fireballs landed. The ones in his immediate vision were hit with near perfect accuracy; the ones in the periphery of his vision, however, could have been better. As she envisioned it in her mind, they were near misses or grazes at best, given where she was looking at the targets.

"Almost. but your hands are blocking your vision. Allow me to demonstrate;"

Once he was done firing the balls of fire, Delilah would step forward, to stand in front of him. She faced forward, her eyes angled down slightly as she expanded her vision. Without looking she would point to her left. "Telephone pole on my left. See that old flyer there? That's what I'm aiming for."

Next, she gestured to her right. "The center of that fence, the little square where the horizontal and the vertical posts meet. And the front tire of that car," she motioned with her chin to indicate the vehicle ahead of them. She let he hands drop to her sides and she inhaled deeply, finding her center. Feeling and hearing everything around her.

As she released her breath, there would be a flurry of movement that Sider might not be able to watch completly. Still facing the same direction, Delilah's hand went to her side to draw her bowie knife, launching it from the hilt towards the front of the car. The whirling blade would strike it's mark with a dull thud, leftover air hissing as it left the tire.

As Delilah released that knife, her free hand dropped to her tanto, drew it and launched it at her right, striking the center of the fence post with it's double-tip where it would stick, quivering in the wood.

When her hand came back from releasing the bowie-knife, it would drop to the pocket knife sticking out of her jeans. Unlocking the blade, flicking it open and pitching it horizontally without looking at the telephone pole. It hit high in the center of the memo that was still stuck to the post.

It would take less than three seconds and sound like -WHACKWHACKWHACK-.

But she knew Sider was still behind her. Her foot would come up as she kicked back at his head...though it wouldn't touch him. No matter how close he stood or how far away he was, she had distanced and timed her kick perfectly to coincide with where he was.

Her accuracy was one of her strongest points. Lowering her leg and her point made, she went to go liberate her knives. "Any questions?"

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Sider simply stood there with his jaw dropped, "That...was amazing!" sider exclaimed. "How the hell did you manage that?!"

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah chuckled as she pulled her pocket knife out of the wood of the telephone pole, checking the blade for damage before replacing it in her pocket with the clip facing out. She headed towards the bowie-knife sticking out of the front car tire next. "Lots of factors come into play. I can keep myself calm in a fight. I have full awareness of my surroundings and the people near me at all times. My weapons are a part of me as much as my Qi is; more so, actually. I rely more on my knives than my Qi. "

Crouching she yanked the knife out of the rubber, resheathing it and moving onto her tanto. "I understand timing and distance, how much to use and how little. How angles work in elevated situations and especially when moving targets are involved. I know my limitations.

"And, of course, I've had years of practice."

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

"wow...i had no idea! i've only been able to shoot these fireballs for a couple of weeks!" Sider replied.

[Delilah A. Black]

She wrenched her tanto out of the wood and checked it over quickly to make sure the tips were unbroken and still had their edge. They did. Damn, but these were some good knives. She slipped it back into it's wooden sheath with a click--but not before first running the blade against the pad of her ring finger, drawing blood. In fact, two of her other fingers would be bleeding and one other clotting on her hands.

She turned back to Sider, "I've had my Qi since I was fifteen. I've been training in Ninjutsu since I was eight. It takes a lot of time, but if you keep at it, you do eventually get there."

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

Sider looked at delilah's hand Is she bleeding? did she cut herself? what the hell?

"I'll definately have to keep at it then. this is gonna take a lot of work."

[Delilah A. Black]

She nodded her affirmation. "What has also helped me is to incorporate my Qi with my fighting style," to demonstrate, she activated it, and quicksilver poured from her pores to coat the skin of one arm completely in metal. She flexed her hand, showing that her muscles could still feel and move under hers skin.

"By discovering my Qi's limitations, I discovered that I can use it in different ways," the metal on her arm concentrated, drawing away from her shoulder and wrist to produce a long spike jutting out of her elbow. Then she let her Qi recede and it drew back into her skin, leaving behind the scarred, porcelain flesh. "You can't use it as a crutch. It puts you at a serious disadvantage against fighters like me, which is why you need to train both."

[Malcomb Warhazzard]

"always fighting AND qi, got it" sider said watching the metallic substance go across delilah's arm.

[Delilah A. Black]

She nodded, standing back and leaning against the fence with the tanto sized dent in it.

"Well then, get after it."