Digging for Gold (Blake Oleander/OPEN/ASSIGNMENT)

[Allen Hollows]

Allen wriggled the finger around in his nostril, looking at the list of possible students to select from. Apparently, the way the system worked, they could challenge anyone at any time to train. Allen, picking his nose, was trying to decide on who he wanted to fight. To get a feel for where he was at compared to them. Unable to really make a selection he felt comfortable with, he pulled his finger out and wiped it on his jeans before placing said finger at the top of the list, closing his eyes and dragging it down. The list scrolled quickly before stopping as he slammed his finger onto it to stop. He opened his eyes and blinked.

"Blake Ole...Ohli ander? Huh. Cool."

He shrugged and took the auto-driving cart out into the field, the vehicle driving him to the nearest plains area with nothing but grass and step out. He looked around and started stretching, before cracking his neck and letting out a sigh.

"This will do."



OOC: Assignment info

Name: Ability
Requirements: 10 Def

Job: Get hit by an ability

Bonus: Get hit by an ability that does 20 worth of dmg or more.

Payout: +1 exp

[Blake Oleander]

The notification was a bother. He'd been challenged by someone. He didn't know who it was, and frankly, he didn't care. This seemed to be how things worked here though, challenging someone through a screen, rather than face to face. He didn't object to the practicing of challenging a warrior to a duel. But doing it in such an automated fashion felt impersonal. There was no reason for this duel between strangers when the man couldn't even look him in his eyes to issue forth the challenge. These people were disgusting, deplorable beings.

He'd accept the challenge, his honor demanded it. But he'd not show his challenger the respect he would a proper warrior with the honor to challenge him to his face. Such respect once forfeited needed to be earned back. He could earn it at the tip of his blade.

Blake would walk to the destination, he was in no rush and he rather enjoyed feeling the breeze and the sun beat against his skin. These fields were the closest thing he had to home, away from the majority of the bustle that such a large territory brings. When he finally arrived he would not wave or make any gesture of welcome, but rather would stride up to him and give him a single curt nod.

"I Blake Oleander am here to accept your challenge."

[Allen Hollows]

Allen would give a broad smile, totally oblivious to the attitude or thoughts of the man who approached.

"Hey Blake- I just found the auto-partner system. Pretty cool, shows available people to train with when you need to. I'm Allen Hollows."

He'd offer his hand to shake. His attitude was infectious- he seemed happy, cheerful....and again, entirely airheaded about this mans "fuck off" attitude.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake continued to stare at him, letting the man's offered hand hang between them untaken. He wasn't interested in being this person's friend. He was interested in protecting his honor and getting this duel over with.

[Allen Hollows]

He'd slowly bring it back, bringing up both hands in a "dont shoot" sort of apologetic way.

"Right....sorry. Anyway, we can start."

The speakers came alive.

"Allen Hollows vs Blake Oleander. This fight is a sanctioned fight, no rules save no killing strokes. All weapons will now be dulled."

Since Blake's weapon was the only one there, a hum would pop over the edge, dulling the blade. Allen stretched a little more before bringing up his hands again.

"Let's rock."

[Blake Oleander]

He hated that his blade was dulled for these. One would normally make the argument that it meant he could strike harder and faster knowing he wouldn't gut this man. Such arguments didn't hold weight for Blake though, he'd gut this man in an instant if he could. He felt nothing for these people, no need for pity or mercy. They were here to learn to fight, Blake grew up fighting to survive. Every day was a struggle for his people, they didn't make it as far as they had by pulling their punches and hesitating. And so as soon as the hum popped over them and his blade was dulled his right arm bulged as painful and sickening pops and cracks broke the silence he held. His muscles twisted and knotted as hairs and scales formed on his ever-growing arm, his sleeve being shredded in an instant. He let out a cry of pain and frustration as his monstrous hand gripped the handle of his blade and with all the strength and swiftness he could muster he'd strike out at the man's stomach with a blow that if his blade was unblunted would surely disembowel anyone unfortunate enough to be struck by it.

The blade, tarnished but functional hummed with a dark and fell energy. Like the arm that corrupted him and caused his exile, it hungered for blood. It hungered for pain.

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Qi use 1/8

Attack 28

[Allen Hollows]

Allen, knowing they were dulled, would turn with both hands to stop the blade. He was slightly horrified at the arm but, not knowing what it did, would stop it with the intent to following up with an attack. Unfortunately, he had no way of knowing that the vast increase in strength would cause his hands to get wrenched out of the way to blast him clean in the gut. His eyes bulged as a strangled cry of pain would lift him from his feet to send him flying back to smash into the ground, his body skipping several feet before his wits started collecting.

This was like fighting the supervisor.

Allen had trained with David for a while prior to coming to Cabal, and one thing he learned about the Dragon was that he had no chill. Blake....Blake had no chill. He planted a hand on the ground and flipped his body over and back to his feet in a runners start position where he would slide. Blood would leak from his mouth a little, which he would spit out as his eyes flashed in anger.

It was on. His eyes would focus on Blake through the pain, who was now about thirty feet away.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake's blade moved back upward after the blow, his arms pulling back as he'd rush at Allen while he picked himself upward. His eyes narrowed in hatred, the blood pumping through his body and his monstrous arm continued to harness the symbol of his humanity rather than unleashing itself upon the boy like the demon they claimed he was back home. Though the look in his eyes was nearly as monstrous as the arm that gripped his blade.

"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!"

He'd thrust the blade forward as his mantra and charge came to an end.

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Qi attack 2/8

Attack 28

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. Sword Fester Damage 21 1/4

[Allen Hollows]

"AUUUGH-!"

He felt a sudden searing and staggering pain in his side where the wound was. His left hand clasped it, but surprisingly he didn't seem to lose resolve or a desire to fight. Nor did he back down- fighting David was no different. Or Leon. Or any of the other dragons- they found ways to keep hurting you. Even when not touching you- so as Blake got near Allen screamed, his muscles suddenly bulging as he would duck down below the sword, left hand snatching up to try and push Blakes monster elbow upward as Allen's right hand would snap up in a haymaker uppercut. If it hit, an explosion of flames would blast around the contact point on Blakes face/chin.

If it hit he'd bring both hands to wrap around Blakes chest under his arms in a bear hug before he'd left and turn in a belly to belly suplex, Allen trying to hurl Blake into a nearby boulder.

If that worked, he'd come back to his knees and spit more blood, sweat beading his forehead from the pain he was in.

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Ability: Pulse blast - When throwing a punch with his right hand, the first one to connect hits with a flaming punch equal to 1/2 his energy added to attack, deals burn damage.

and

"Riot" - Allen, in moments of need, gets an influx of energy. His body will seem to glow for a moment, and the veins on his forehead seem to bulge. His muscle mass pulses, and he gains an infusion of strength. (+4 Attack, +4 speed, lasts for 1/2 energy. No alternative effects.)

Attack: 31
Speed: 27

[Blake Oleander]

Allen showed surprising strength as he was able to push his arm out of the way, causing the blade to miss its mark and leaving Blake wide open for the blow to his face. The flames exploding seared his flesh as the air filled with the sickening scent of charred meat while his skin blistered and bubbled. It was unclear if the scream he let out was from the pain of the blow or the anger at missing his mark, but he'd shift his foot and body weight as his arm whipped back to try and slam the butt of his sword into Allen's head while he was busy trying to wrap his arms around him.

If the blow landed he'd follow up with a knee into the groin, bringing his foot down to try and stomp into Allen's right foot and pin it into place. He wasn't done fighting, training or not for Blake he'd fight to the death before he'd give in. Unknown to him however his body was already adapting to the trauma it was now facing, the beast within snarling and howling as it worked to make it's vessel a perfect being to unleash itself with.

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Qi use 3/8

Attack 28

Festering damage 21 post 2/4

[Allen Hollows]

The blow to his head hit, and stunned him, giving Blake the time he needed to knee Allen in the nuts. Pain exploded his senses, but was dulled. As the late great heath ledger in full joker uniform once said- never start with the head, the victim gets all fuzzy and cant feel the next blow. Well, a knee to the nuts wasn't like any other kind of blow, so he still felt the pain it was just....duller.

Allen would throw his own head forward for the bridge of Blakes nose. Whether it hit or not he'd turn in the hug, right leg aiming to sweep Blakes legs out from under then and bring him to the ground with Allen in top position.

There, the young Hollows might be able to breathe a little and focus on getting the blinding pain he was feeling to slow down.

[Blake Oleander]

OOC: Using one of the Free Qi upgrades to unlock regeneration!

IC: His body continued to shift at the atomic level and while it wouldn't be apparent to Blake himself, if Allen was keen-eyed he'd see that the burned flesh was already starting to heal before his eyes. Blake would take the headbutt and get pushed to the ground with a thud. And it would hurt, his face still searing from the flames, but if anything the pain just drove him further into the arms of the inner beast as he growled and brought his sword arm swiping out at Allen while he was on top of him to try and knock him and roll with the blow so that he'd end up on top of the grapple.

Which if he succeeded he'd try to bring the blade to Allen's throat. It being dulled was beside the point. He wanted him to give up and end this.

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Qi use 5/8

Attack 28

Festering damage 21 post 3/4

[Allen Hollows]

The sword arm smashed into his face, his nose snapping and blood spurting out. His eyes would shut for a second, but his legs would splay out to either side as Allen would blindly drop a right elbow for Blakes face, his brain trying to wrack and figure out this guys power. Crazy arm- got it. But healing too? If the elbow hit he'd open his eyes and lift up to drop his left elbow in a similar fashion.

If the guys healing was constant....this might be a losing battle.

[Blake Oleander]

Undeterred by his efforts to reposition failing he grunted as the elbow slammed into his face. The pain dulled by the sheer amount of burning horribleness going on with his face already. But the doctor would probably be less than happy to see him again so soon. And horribly injured. But that was life! His response to the blow would be to reach up with his human arm and try to grab Allen by the hair and pull him down close as he lunged forward to bring his face to his neck, his teeth seeking out his jugular vein to clamp down on as hard as he can!

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Qi use 6/8

Attack 28

Festering damage 21 post 4/4

[Allen Hollows]

The teeth would hum as they each spasm'd a field over them, preventing the killing strike. Still, Blakes teeth would slam into his neck, earning a choking gasp from Allen, who didn't really know how to handle this. The guy was here for training, wasn't he? But he kept going for these killing strikes....Allen clenched his jaw and thought back to his training with David.

Fuck it.

He'd reach up to grip Blakes own hair while his other hand would grab a rock off the ground to try and smash it repeatedly into the side of the kids face/head. Then he'd drop the rock and try to tiger-claw Blakes throat, intent to cut off his oxygen and blood flow and choke him out.