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Post by Rhona Hall on Jan 28, 2018 20:33:00 GMT -8
Waking up early in the morning as always and heading out before the sun comes up. A new day awaited for the golden-haired firefly and she would see it once more ready and willing as the one before no matter what challenges lie ahead. Making it to the training grounds she'd spot one of the only few other people who'd be dedicated enough to be up so early to hone their skills and practice their mantras. She was suited up just for that.The sun rose and it greeted her with its radiance.
She breathed in its warmth and took it into her practicing various of her favorite Zen warm-ups letting herself charge from what the night had taken to keep her warm. Color grew in her skin and she warmed up nicely. she was feeling more and more awake each passing minute as the swirling energy traveled through her body from the base of her back up in her mind and back through her body to her fingers and toes to repeat this flow. She breathed and it was calming. She was fueled and was ready for the day. She looked around the area and saw the others again noting one in particular.
She smiled, he was sharp, beastly, and making a name for himself as of late. She wanted to see what that was all about. She got mixed reviews about him some good, some bad, but all and all she would hear he was strong. She wanted to see just how much.
She put both hands on either side of her lips to project her voice better across the large training field "YO! You're Blake Right?" She called out to him. "Come on, I Challenge you right here and now... Fight Me!" Her bold words reached to the others in the area but they kept their distance she was in a good mood and with a welcoming smile she was ready and determined already bouncing on her toes like her mixed martial arts Boxing training had her in the habit of doing.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 29, 2018 13:56:33 GMT -8
Blake paid little mind to the others that got up early enough to train at the same time as him. He was growing accustomed to this place but still found himself standing apart from pretty much everyone he'd encountered in this institution. He did not care for their behavior or dedication. He felt that they lacked resolve and just the way they behaved confounded him. He couldn't think of a single one that knew who they were in the world. Some days it felt like he was swimming in a sea of doubt here.
He was doing his usual drills with his blade. Practicing formations that he could do in his sleep. Fluidly moving from one to the next, his body and blade moving as one in a deadly dance. It didn't matter how well he knew the forms, he was forever a student. And moving between them was part of his daily ritual, a time he can let his mind be free.
It wasn't until the tiny woman approached him that he'd paid her any real mind. His body slowing and stopping when she stood before him. He'd raise an eyebrow when she issued her challenge toward him. It was the first official challenge that he'd received since his arrival. Not that he hadn't been challenged, but she was the first one to verbally challenge him, and to do it face to face.
He'd sheath his blade and look her up and down. She didn't look like much at first glance, but everyone in this place was a freak. Her looks meant little, furthermore, she was bouncing akin to some of the fist warriors back home. Boxers and the like. He assumed that meant she would be nimble with ducking and weaving. But it was possible she was just bursting with energy. But he wasn't one to turn down a challenge, especially when formally issued.
He'd place a fist in his palm and bow to the woman, granting her respect for respecting him and not using that stupid automated system.
"I Blake Oleander humbly accept your challenge."
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jan 29, 2018 14:43:55 GMT -8
"Oh!" it surprised her how formal he was considering what she had heard, she was already prepared for an immediate strike upon speaking with the man. She stopped her bouncing long enough to also perform a respectful bow as taught from her old days of the dojo. After raising her head she decided to also give him her name. "I'm Rhona, Rhona Hall... Pleasure is mine."
She readjusted her shirt strap and got back into stance... been a while since she had to have formality it felt almost out of tune now. Suppose respect is not dead in this world yet. "Ready when you are." She had on lightly padded fingerless boxing gloves and wore not but a small shirt, shorts and her trainers. Hair bounced from its ponytail with every hop.
She hardly thought about the automated thing. Most of her challenges or fights were spontaneous and in the moment. What difference did it make where it happened unless it was a formal event. Nah... this was just a spar, and one she'd not take lightly. Where it was against Blakes customs, Rhona was rather chill and flexible with the way things turn out moment by moment. She
She felt him examine her and probably get a surprise but otherwise, he seemed to not get a cocky gleam in his eye. A big fellow like him might be familiar with the what her style might be. None the less she'd have her dukes up and ready.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 29, 2018 14:53:26 GMT -8
He'd let out a small grunt as his arm began to twist. The tunic he wore shredding as his arm exploded in mass, his bones twisting and popping as new muscles knitted together. Scales and hairs sprouting over his flesh as his hand gained wicked claws. Though rather than strike with the claw itself he'd bring his monstrous hand to his blade. Eyes narrowing upon her as his stance widened. He'd strike out with an unsheathing attack. His human hand angling the sheath to allow for a vertical slash that was aimed to strike upwards from her pelvis and up her torso past her breasts. With their height difference, vertical swipes would be needed somewhat until he went for killing blows against her head. And blunted his sword may be on these grounds, he had little doubt as to the damage he could still do. Deep in the back of his mind he could feel the rumbling growl of something he didn't quite understand. But like his new arm it was a good feeling. It gave him power and focus to strike down his enemies. All of them. 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 +4 Def while active
New Attack 30 New Defense 14
Qi uses 1/10 |
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jan 29, 2018 15:09:12 GMT -8
"Oh... that is what they meant." She thought what they meant when they saltily called him a monster was his strength or skill but it was his Qi. That kind of ticked her off. She hated people like that... sore from weakness and just hating the player. What did they expect? As fellow Qi wielders, they should have more respect. But besides that, he was coming at her with a blade to aim for blood. She was vengeful, he was just stone cold, and she had to act fast.
She saw the sunlight glimmer off the blade and watched it, gliding as it came out of its reach but it was incredibly fast and it sliced a thick cut from below her ribs and catching her shirt her head fell back for it to miss her face. Her left came up on the far side of the blade as she fell back and a flash from her palms shined for an instant. It was not more than a bright camera flash in comparison but he'd have blind spots in his eyes.
Her right hand supported her to bring a Hard kick to his knee hoping to make him fumble as she'd recover to something more stable.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 29, 2018 16:33:07 GMT -8
The blade found purchase in her flesh and his tainted soul thirsting for pain and agony would channel through the blade to glow with dark fel energies as the wound would start to fester on the spot. His footing advanced to close in as he followed up his swing. The blade twisting in his hand as the woman flashed him, the spots clouding his vision granting her but a moment. Though the moment was all she'd need to strike his knee buckling his footing and driving his blade off course as she'd recover. Undeterred he'd simply bring his blade back up to his ready stance before charging at her. Springing forth like the arrow. His blade shifting as he brought it back to sweep downward for her legs. He doubted if the blow landed that the shields would let her take her legs, but he was curious how far the system would let him go. He'd learned he could cut people. But it seemed to kick in against attacks of sufficient lethality. How it defined such a thing, however, was something he'd yet to figure out. New Attack 30 New Defense 14
Qi uses 2/10
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.
Festering Damage 22 Post 1/4 |
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jan 29, 2018 18:18:06 GMT -8
She had recovered with a roll and while the cut across her chest hurt this was something else. Standing adjacent to him she'd got a decent gauge to see something beyond herself. She had come a bit late to this party, he was next tier material. She had to get crafty. The blade was coming at her again before she could react and it knocked her off her stance slicing another but much more shallow cut. Seems like the shields were reacting to how vulnerable she was beginning to feel. She turned over and leaped back a time or two to gain a bit of distance. She would lose her close quarter advantage but she needed an extra second.
She kept low, her hands glowed hot, she'd take a deep breath and drag her fingers across the cuts made cauterizing them and keep more blood from being lost. Whatever infection might still linger but she was not sure what that would be. "You are not Toying around..." Something started buzzing in her head and it started to anger her. It ate at the base of her spine.
Once the wounds were taken care of she'd stand up and dart to him bringing forth a fist to feint a punch only to open her fist to flash a light in his eyes again once that was fresh she'd dart to his front and bring a fist right up hoping for the opening to deliver a burning uppercut to the chin.
-Apollo's soul: With the naturally stored energy from the sun she can freely use it to make herself glow as it swirls actively in her skin, expel it in a blinding light might cause second degree burns at point-blank range. A concentration of that energy can be shifted to parts of her body in an instant to make them heated and cause more second-degree burns on contact. Increase 10% attack stat, uses 15% energy.
New Attack 12
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 29, 2018 19:12:59 GMT -8
His blade struck again, shallow compared to the first cut. He'd chalk that up to the shields. Interesting, but there was no time to dwell on it. She was still standing, and she was a freak like him. That meant she couldn't be underestimated. Not until she was down for the count, there was no telling what little tricks she had up her sleeves. While she was hopping back and tending to her wounds he'd close in again, doing his best to not give her a moment's respite. His arm swung wide as he'd open up his guard to let Rhona in with her strike. His chin snapped upward with the uppercut, grunting as her palm seared his flesh. All the while his monster arm would hook inward to press his blade against her back, aiming to do to her what he'd done to the intruder the other night. Only this time he'd slam a knee upwards for her gut to try and drive her into the blade before swiping it across her back. New Attack 30 New Defense 14
Qi uses 3/10
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.
Festering Damage 22 Post 2/4 |
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jan 29, 2018 19:49:41 GMT -8
She was in and she would open her uppercut still on his chin and start flashing her hot light it did not have much power behind it but it had heat and it was bright. She felt the blade on her back and the toxins from the earlier strikes did not actually allow her to think about it. It was distracting her because it would welcome the blade and the infection. He would be burning about his neck and jawline at her energy attack, but with his high defense, she'd not be able to completely understand how this was affecting him. His face started to become one she had to wipe from her sight. As if it was all his fault... all her anger... this freak needed to be gone. He was wrong and twisted.
His leg came up and slammed into her gut with a force that was beyond what she could have expected. She felt the pain of the blade to her back but it might not do much more than the ankle slash. She was being crushed between the two forces as she grabbed his monster arm while her hands concentrated all that heat to begin burning the rough hide. But she couldn't breathe well and without bothering on focusing for more air she began to see stars.
The infection was channeling him through her energies and trying to mesh through her, giving her thoughts that were not her own. She did not really think he was any more a "freak" than she was. But what she thought was not going to matter soon.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Jan 29, 2018 20:03:20 GMT -8
She didn't break, impressive in its own way. He'd felt what she could dish out and she was not a match for him in strength. But she was showing spirit. Granted if the shield was not here she would likely be dead but she was still fighting. The young man from before who challenged him, crying and calling him a freak, came to mind. This was a far different reaction to his methods than he had expressed. It was refreshing, a breath of home filling his lungs. And he'd gasp for it, like a drowning man breaching the waves. He'd slam his foot down, keeping his blade pressed against her back as he tried to pin her foot. Her hand shifting to try and burn his arm, though she would find the demon arm much harder to burn with his unstable biology. Even as the burns on his face slowly started to heal up before her eyes. "You will have to kill me to stop me." New Attack 30 New Defense 14
Regeneration - His body heals quickly and he can expend one use of his Qi to heal 1/2 his energy in damage. This power also cuts recovery time between threads in half.
Qi uses 5/10
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.
Festering Damage 22 Post 3/4 |
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Post by Rhona Hall on Jan 29, 2018 20:21:23 GMT -8
With those words and hatred growing in her eyes she stopped the flashing and grabbed his throat. Despite the healing effects of him, she was sending further concentration to her palms with actual intent to kill. He pinned her and he held her so she was going through with it. Blind to everything else she sends so much energy to try and kill him faster absolutely thinking she will take him with her if she must with nothing else to lose. She felt the pain and the fury it was both so intense that she had a battle cry come from her gut and escape he lips. Just before her body grew incredibly cold and her hands loosened from him, the heat would recess from his skin, but she remained standing, motionless. Her eyes rolled back in her head and glazed over and her face relaxed if either of them moved she would fall from her stance and go limp but as they were now she remained standing and determined even while knocked out.
The thoughts that would go through her mind were not her own. However, she shared the determination and fury and that might be what drug her down that far. When she lost her family while they stood for what they felt was right and died for it. She wanted to find the killers and give them a taste of their own medicine. That sense of revenge latched itself so easily to the Hate in the infection. As well in tune with her energy as she was, she realized no pain, no sense of right and wrong, just a driven duty to exterminate those who'd get in the way.
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Post by Blake Oleander on Feb 1, 2018 11:21:33 GMT -8
She was his, his foot had slammed down on her and his blade kept her within range. The arrow struck its mark and try as she might her fire was no match for him. Freak he may be, but he was long crafted to be an enduring weapon. One that would not easily break. His curse ironically made him better at his purpose even as it rendered him unfit to live amongst those whom he served.
She switched tactics quickly, heeding his words it would seem as she clutched his throat. Doing her best to squeeze the air that filled his breast out of him. It was something he couldn't heal through, that was true. But he was calm in his actions, deliberate in his motions as he pulled the sword away from her back, shifting the blade in his hand so that the hilt pointed at her. Bringing it back he'd slam it forward for the base of the girl's skull. Whether it was the finishing blow that knocked her out or her own use of energy and injury didn't matter as she grew cold and passed out. Standing mind you, but passed out all the same. Unlike the others, she did not spit venom at him and did not whine about his tactics. Rather than balking at the fairness of it all she did her best to overcome the challenge he presented her. And she failed, but failure was the first step to success. It was by learning through failure that one grew to become the perfect weapon. He could respect her spirit, the spirit of a warrior. She likely would have fit in back home.
It was with that in mind that he'd clean and sheathe his blade before slinging the woman over his back. He'd save her the trip of limping back to the infirmary, he needed to change his clothes again anyways now. It would be on the way.
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Post by Rhona Hall on Feb 1, 2018 12:10:32 GMT -8
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