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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 16:38:18 GMT -8
Looking down at the body of the giant grizzly bear, David brought a hand out of his pocket to scratch his chin. More and more great beasts like these were dying in the woods, the monsters that were loose taking their fill of the blood. Replacing the hand, he stood straight and turned his gaze toward the path he'd come in on, which came directly from the fields and cliffs. He felt someone coming. A student, maybe? Perhaps one of those curious at seeing the supervisor out on the training grounds.
He turned around to face the bear fully again, waiting for the individual to appear as he examined the bite marks. Once he was noticed, he would speak.
"You're a ways off the normal trails, Blake."
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OOC: Violence of 259
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 16:52:20 GMT -8
His jaw still ached from the punch that bitch had landed while he was trying to meditate. He didn't understand these people, what gave them the right to intrude like that. 400 acres and she had to come to his rock and start shit. Maybe he should have just let it out and throttled her. No, that would defeat the purpose of the exercise he'd been trying to complete. He did the right thing by leaving, he was certain the Elder's would have agreed with that choice. Though without them here he had no way to tell for sure, only what he believed in his heart.
He continued away from the fields and cliffs to the forests, something closer to home. Until he saw that this time he was the one intruding. And it seemed that he was expected.
"Normal Paths were too crowded."
Strange person... man.
He had no clue who this guy was by looking at him.
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 17:09:00 GMT -8
David would half turn back, the sword on his hip clanking slightly as he removed his left hand and rested it on the hilt.
"Ah, trying to find solitude. A difficult task out here."
He would stare into the woods, the eerie silence calming to him as much as Blake sought it to be for himself. He'd give an easy smile before turning to him fully.
"I don't believe you and I have had the pleasure of meeting properly yet. I am David Blaze, school supervisor and operator. Welcome to Cabal."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 17:18:51 GMT -8
He'd raise an eyebrow at the introduction. He hadn't been here long, but he'd heard of David Blaze from the stories of the war. One of the reasons it was worth coming to this hellhole. A warrior stood before him. The fire in his veins burned brighter than ever, howling to be unleashed as his eyes swept over the man and to the blade that he had at his own hip. The weapon of a warrior as well. He straightened his back and sized the man up before deciding that he was going to do it. This was what he was here for.
"Then David Blaze. I Blake Oleander would like to challenge you. As one warrior to another."
If the stories were true then David Blaze was one of the best, if not the best warriors this place could offer him. Measuring himself up against him at the start of his time here would grant context for his growth down the line. He was no fool, he did not expect to defeat a warrior of so many battles. A victory would not come in the death of David Blaze this day. A victory would come with the shedding of his blood.
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 17:25:25 GMT -8
David's own brows went up. Reeeaally....it took a measure of balls to ask someone like him to fight. Such a measure, in fact, that nobody had done it since the school opened many years ago. Even Leon and he only scrapped every now and again, mostly because of time constraints, not fear. He doubted there was anything the Lightning Dragon was afraid of. But being Sudeki and being a student were very different things. Leon had reason for his confidence. This man did not, not in the same way. He'd tilt his head a little, tempted to question him to find out what was running through his mind. Hell, for all he knew, he could be an assassin from another territory intent to bring down one of the legends of the glory days of 259.
"I see. Very well then."
He'd let his left leg slide out a little into a more measured stance as a few crackles of purple lightning would shift over her body as his own blood churned in response. It had been a very long time since he felt threatened, and while students normally didn't make him feel that way, but were he a killer intent on taking the life of an enemy, this would be the perfect place to do it. Alone, no worries about other people stepping in. Just you and the target.
"I accept."
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 17:52:09 GMT -8
To him, the air itself seemed to come alive as lightning crackled around the man before him. A show of power that would indicate that he was out of his depth as a warrior. The ease and comfort in which the power seemed to be summoned were enough for any novice to deduct that the warriors were of two very different classes. And yet it changed nothing. He was ready to die for his people and to die for his mission. To become stronger and master his abilities or die trying. It was a coward that would only battle a warrior he was sure he could defeat. A coward to hide behind easy victories as proof of strength. He'd take a hard-fought defeat over a victory he had to simply pick up to achieve. There was no honor in wasting his gifts otherwise.
He was an arrow to be loosed from his Master's bow. The arrow did not concern itself with how or if it would return to the quiver. Only that it strikes true.
"You honor me."
Blake's bones would crack and twist as his tunic ripped over his right arm. His muscles bulging as the skin hardened into scales, bulging veins popping up over them and elongated nails consuming his hands. The leather straps on the hilt of his blade creaked as his grip tightened on it. A blade as tarnished as him, but the truest reminder of where he had come from and who he was. It seemed fitting that the mightiest warrior here should use a blade like his.
And like that it would begin, he'd rush forward, his blade unsheathing in an upward slash for the man. Defense was a hopeless thought against this man. His only option. No, the only option was to keep attacking until victory was his.
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 18:03:43 GMT -8
David's left hand quickly gripped the handle of his own sword and ripped it from it's sheath, bringing it out to clash with Blake's sword, only his blade was pointing down to the ground. A fairly run of the mill opening assault, something he would expect from a forward offensive specialist. He took three steps forward, intent to push Blake back even if the kid dug in, the force enough to cause him to slide on the ground, creating small craters around his feet.
This was the traditional beginning of a battle. Test each other out, get a feel for the difference and see where the dice fell. He'd flip the blade in his hand, using air (which made a sort of suction noise) around his sword to keep it steady so that the blade would no be upright in his hand. Most warriors with his strength might get cocky. David was not one of those.
Using his left foot he'd step and sweep-kick at Blakes right ankle, intent to knock the student off his feet.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 18:11:33 GMT -8
The clash of steel against steel echoed in the woods as his jaw tightened. The man was fast and strong, as to be expected. But expecting it and experiencing it were two different things. The blade was easily met with his own steel as David defended himself and seemed intent on pushing him back. The natural reaction is to try and hold his ground and push back. But that wouldn't achieve his self-set victory conditions. That just allowed David time to make his next move, he needed to keep pressing his offense. As soon as David started to push Blake would shift his weight to the right so that he could twist and pivot to David's left. Blake would bring his blade around with him, slashing at David's back with his blade a moment before his right leg would attempt to stomp on the back of the knee. There was no telling if it would work or not, but there was only one way to find out. Monsterous Claw - His right arm morphs and cracks into a monstrous claw that adds 1/2 of his energy to his attack stats while the transformation is active. - 4/6
Attack Stat 25
If the blow lands Item effect activation - Tarnished Blade - +9 attack and Once per thread a landed blow with this blade will fester as it's dark energy continues to sear the wound dealing 3/4th of the attack's damage again for four consecutive posts. |
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 18:17:19 GMT -8
David's eyes tracked Blake like a predator tracking his prey- but he noticed a look no different in the eyes of the one holding the blade that connected with his. The corners of his mouth tweaked only slightly as the man reversed role and shifted around his blade, which spun into his hand to stick upward as normal fighters would have it. This one was fighting on pure attack. Best to force him into uncomfortable positions, where pausing to think was difficult due to the smothering nature of the attacks your enemy put on you.
As he slashed out, David jumped up above the swinging sword and threw a roundhouse, intent to smash the top of his right foot into the back/side of Blakes head. From there, he'd press forward based on Blakes position, intent to try and force him into a defensive posture.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 18:30:02 GMT -8
As was already proven with the first strike David was far faster than Blake was. And when the blow came to the back of his head from above there was little Blake could do except grunt in pain and deal with the spinning vision as he was sent flying forward. His body tucking instinctually to roll with the blow. His sword hand still gripped his blade which lay flat on the ground blade pointed behind him, as his human arm held his body up by pressing against the ground. His body lifting to his knees before the spinning world forced him to stop. His eyes needed time to refocus. But he could still hear. Hear the movement of the coat. The gentle footfalls on the ground. This is how he trained, this was terrain that he'd fought in. Not these forests, but forests all the same. He knew what to listen for. He'd let David press forward as he maintained his position of vulnerability. Only for the hand still gripping the hilt of his blade would shoot backward in an attempt to drive the blade into David as he approached from behind. There could be no half measures against an enemy of this caliber. Every blow had to be one with killing intent. To hold himself back against such a power difference was to invite failure. And he would not tolerate that in himself. Monsterous Claw - His right arm morphs and cracks into a monstrous claw that adds 1/2 of his energy to his attack stats while the transformation is active. - 4/6
Attack Stat 25
If the blow lands Item effect activation - Tarnished Blade - +9 attack and Once per thread a landed blow with this blade will fester as it's dark energy continues to sear the wound dealing 3/4th of the attack's damage again for four consecutive posts. |
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 18:40:53 GMT -8
David's body met the attack on instinct, his blade whipping up to hit Blakes and shift it left as David leaned a little right. He'd then bring up his right hand to grip the blade at the top and then would try and stomp-kick Blake in the head. His goal was to blast the student off the sword, forcing him to release it. In which case, David would spin and throw the sword like a knife, intent to bury it in Blakes shoulder. If he didn't come away with a scar, what show of pride would there be? That's how warriors showed connection and camaraderie with their peers. "I got this scar from that battle with-" had been heard so many times by David it was a mainstay in the 259 military.
Of course, assuming all these things worked, David wouldn't back off. The fighter challenged him- it would end when his perception of this world ended.
After David put him to sleep.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 18:58:34 GMT -8
Even that move did nothing. His monstrous arm gripped the sword with all its might, but it still wasn't enough to hold onto it as his face was slammed into the ground with the full weight of the Dragon upon the back of his skill. HIs arm twisted painfully upwards until the sword was loosed from his grip. The feeling of his own blade burying itself into his body was intense as it burrowed through his flesh and through the ground. His eyes bulged with sharp pain, more than his adrenaline could mask as he hacked up blood. His world continued to spin as his body tried desperately to not fade out. His monstrous arm pressing against the ground with the strength he could muster. "I am an arrow to be loosed from my Master's bow... An arrow does not concern itself with how it will return to the quiver... Only that it strikes true..."
His words were weak, distant. Spoken for himself to give him strength as slowly he pushed himself upward. His body sliding up the blade to the hilt before his weight and strength could begin to unbury it from the ground, still dripping with his own blood as it stuck out of his shoulder. He spun to face David, blood dripping down his lips where he'd coughed up blood, and bloody mud dripping from the tip of his blade. But his eyes, what light was left in them still held that determination. And if he was going to die here he'd die on his feet like a warrior. He'd fight to the end to make this man bleed. " I am an arrow to be loosed from my Master's bow... An arrow does not concern itself with how it will return to the quiver. Only that it strikes true!" His voice grew with the determination and reserves of strength he still had. Despite his wobbling legs, despite his blurred vision and spinning world. He wasn't done yet. He was a warrior of his people, he would not dishonor them. He'd lunge for David, the blade throwing off his balance somewhat as he struck with his Demon claw, looking to slash across his chest, or grip at his shirt. It was hard to tell. What was certain was hit or miss he would try to close the distance and bring a foot down on David's to plant him into place so he could ram his body into his, blade and all... Qi use left 3/6 |
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 19:09:05 GMT -8
Lightning continued to crackle around him as he walked down the overgrown path toward the body of the trainee he'd broken open. True to his character, he stood back up, pushing himself to continue a hopeless line of assault. David respected it. Not the actions, necessarily, as they would mean his death. A pointless one, to be sure. But he saw the raw and unrefined determination to see his enemy fall that he remembered in himself from so many years ago. So much time in a chair would breed boredom, and this young man had none of that. He was, as he said, an arrow. And David was the target he was fired at.
"Live Strong, and Die Well."
The Dragon Core Motto. A medium of respect for his sheer will was given as David would raise his sword, pointing it at the rushing Blake. A torrent of wind would fire off David's back like a cannon as he would be propelled forward at extraordinary speeds. If Blake didn't have the sight, he'd likely seem to disappear as the Storm Dragon would bury his own sword into Blakes abdomen, low and to the right of the intestines. In the nerve pocket there, where the pain would overload the brain. And more importantly, away from vital organs. Not a kill shot. Not wishing the boy to suffer needless agony, David would step right and throw a harsh right haymaker for the knockout, intent to put Blake out of his misery.
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Ability 11: Flash Step - David can utilize the wind at his back to propel him suddenly in one direction or stop hard when flying at incredible speeds. Add 1/2 energy to speed for one full body action per post up to 1/2 energy in posts.
Speed:82
Perception required to see even a blurry image: 20
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 5, 2018 19:14:11 GMT -8
Even in the best of times, the movement was too quick for him to see through the illusion. The blade would meet flesh and pain would erupt through his body. The fire in his blood quelled and quenched as a second blade ripped through his body. The arm was already reverting back to a human's limb when the blow put him out. He'd failed in his mission, but if he died here he'd at least know that he'd given it everything he had. He'd gotten what he'd wanted though, despite his failure. A measuring stick as to where he stood.
Next time and there would be a next time. It would not be so easy for David Blaze...
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Post by David B. on Jan 5, 2018 19:19:49 GMT -8
David stood, hands returning to his pockets. The fellow collapsed onto his side at the feet of the Storm Dragon, leaving it all on this battlefield. His brows were knitted together. So pointless. The fighter hoped to find something from this, he knew, but if it meant his death what was the point? Or....was that the point? Did death seem to be the only thing he was useful for? Crouching down, David would grip the students sword and slowly pull it out, wind rushing into the wound to sear off channels at burn the wound closed. Then, he'd do the same with his own sword before sheathing both in their respective holsters.
He'd grab Blake by the collar and the belt line and lift, bringing his body onto David's shoulder. The Dragon would carry Blake back toward the body of the bear, the supervisor frowning. A portent of things to come? He would continue back toward the school infirmary, one hand on Blakes back to keep him in place and the other in his pocket.
And so it went.
/End
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