The War Never Ended (Open for all fighters Assignment)

[Mathew Amtrum]

He had lived through a lot in his life.  The war, for one thing, living through the end of the world as they all knew it.  Thriving during it even.  It would be a lie to deny it.  He had more strength, power, prestige, and freedom during the great destruction than he had ever had before.  In the old world, he was a problem, something that people tried and failed to fix.  He was a danger, a bully lashing out at a corrupt system that tried to chain him and others down.  But when those chains were shattered he was faced with a decision.  

He could let his anger and aggression lash out around him unfocused and without direction.  He could destroy everything he could, join in with the looting, and continue being what he was before.  Or he could focus his energy and violence toward a threat that had presented itself.  He opted for the latter and he became a leader, a soldier, and to some even a hero.  Though he was loathed to call himself that, he'd done just as much to harm people as he had to help them.  One thing that had always remained consistent, even as he joined the alliance to fight Barker and his forces, was that what he did he did for himself.  

A potent ally he may had been, but it was only as long as his personal goals were aligned with those he worked with.  His time here in Cabal was no different.  It suited him to be here while he conducted his search.  Training with the other students was part of his cover.  Completing missions was the price he was paying for his time here.

But now he was feeling the itch, his time had been peaceful.  Even his last mission had ended with little violence.  It was a life most soldiers dreamed of, but not him.  For him, the war never ended.  It continued to take casualties from him even to this day.  He had the itch to fight, and to test himself before his next mission.  He was expecting to face off against at least one assassin in her home turf, but if he was a betting man he'd say it was likely to be three of them.  He wanted to make sure he was up to snuff, and so it was he posted a bulletin on the Cabal Matchmaker. 

I shall be waiting in the training field at 1100 hours.  I welcome any and all fighters to stand against me to push me to my limits.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien would be the first to approach, hands in the pockets of his jeans. He'd let out a low whistle as his contact lenses scanned the man.

"My my....but you are the strong one, eh?"

He'd slip himself out of the lazy sandals he wore, shuffling out onto the field with nothing more than the black bracelets he wore on each wrist. Like weights, they dragged his capabilities down drastically, allowing him to fight on par with the average student that stepped through the door.

"Try not to hurt me too badly."

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[Onides Une]

Honestly, she wasn't here to fight. But a gathering of players in an uncanny chance for no other reason than to face one man and see how they faired! It was GOLD!

She had to be there! And so she was...

She looked up and down at Eric, She opened a book of things as to what she would call his stat sheet. Her own personal collection of information per strengths and weaknesses, which by the way he had very little of except his slightly closed off personality. However, if he did talk to someone she'd know he was a very good people person. Also has a sweet tooth it seemed. Always willing to charge head-on into the thick of battle and enjoys the ride but keeps a collected head. Hardly ever strays from his goals.

She'd think it would be one precise fight and that would be beautiful.

She saw one of the first people to show up a familiar face, Damien Blaze. She'd wonder what he was like up close if he was as precise as Eric... oh my goodness they might just dance!

[Bailey Oleander]

The challenge was an interesting one, a chance to test someone's limits as well as her own. The last time Bailey had been in a free-for-all, it had ended poorly for her. Now, however, she had no partner to rely on as a sword or a shield. She wanted to see how she measured up against someone else, though seeing who posted the challenge gave her pause. She had told Eric when she'd first arrived that she would not fight, and yet here she was.

Bailey would step onto the field, taking stock of who was already there and who might join in. So far, there were no other familiar faces other than their challenger's.

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[Arianna Barrial]

This wasn't a situation she figured she would find herself in. Er, well, no. The medical kit in her hands was fine, of course, as was her offer to provide support on the training field. But Damien being there? And, now that she'd had a day or so to process and wrap her mind around things...the sudden and fierce surge of anger was surprising. Oni and Bailey were here, as well as someone she considered more of a newcomer that she could assume sounded the challenge.

The blonde stooped to set the bag on the ground nearby and idly rolled up her sleeves, her lips pressing into one thin line. After a moment, her hands slid up and through her hair, gathering and securing it at the base of her neck with an elastic band. Aside from the first glance to Oni and Bailey she didn't really acknowledge them.

Oh no. No, she knew they were there.

But she was focused on something else entirely.

[Damien Blaze]

Damien would slowly look around at all faces, not seeming to pause on any one in particular. He'd make sure to register Arianna's stare, though, and check a little box in his head.

If she came for him too, he'd have some problems.

[Rozalin Kendal]

The open fray was an invitation she couldn't turn down. Rozalin strode out onto the training field, the pirate looked over whoever was on the field, seeing sparks between some and a lost expression another. Another seem enraptured by the whole thing. This place was full of interesting people, for sure, and it would be good to test her teamwork against them rather than just dummies.

She stretched, stance solid as her ars raised and shifted certain anatomy. No weapons would be interesting, but also a sad fact. She would make due.

All she needed now was her partner. In the meantime, she could prepare and see just what she was going to have to deal with outside the training field.

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[Preston Salabim]

Preston was not far behind Roz. Though he wasn't staring at her assets this time. It was going to be their first live combat encounter. Even with the safeguards in place he intended to make a showing. He'd seen what she could do against target dummies, but now it was time to see how she acted in the field.

Thankfully he had attuned to his latest spell the night before. Though he only time would tell if it would be enough. But if not, he would be able to adapt. That was the point of training. Pushing his glasses up he'd scan the rest of the people gathered, he could only assume the one with the sword was their target. So while Roz would be his primary responsibility he would need to look for opportunities to support the others as well. It was the most efficient way to overcome their foe.

"I am ready to begin."

Mostly to Roz, but he was putting it out there.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He stood there waiting as more and more people came to accept his challenge. The time of reckoning was soon approaching, and by the time the appointed hour arrived, it seemed that he had six challengers to contend with. It was more than he expected to encounter in his sewer mission, but that was a good thing. It was better to over prepare than under prepare.

He drew his sword as he looked over his group of challengers. Bringing a fist to his chest in salute before slashing the blade forward at the air, his energy flowing from him to the ground around him.

"It would please me if you are able to make me bleed, but I urge you to try your best against me, I will not be holding back."

Channeling into the Jade Dragon

Qi use 1/25

[Allen Hollows]

Allen strolled out....to a lot of people. Damn- was this really an all versus one? His arm was still bandaged up from his scrap with the lightning dragon, but he gave zero fucks.

"Right....I'm here to uh....throw down?"

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[Damien Blaze]

Damien leapt forward, a very simple looking short sword sliding out of his left sleeve. He seemed very calm as he'd attempt a sharp diagonal upward slash from Eric's bottom right, intent to meet damage for damage, entirely ignoring Arianna for the moment.

[Preston Salabim]

Preston slammed his hand onto his book. Drawing in the energy of the surrounding field, a field saturated with the Qi of those gathered here. Using his body to convert it to energy a soft blue glow would surround him as he extended a hand toward Roz to project the power to her.

"At rek Arel"!

He shouted a small flat shield of water would start to circle around her, reacting to the energy flow as it moved with her, intent to protect her from harm!

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Water Shield - Water Element - Support Archetype - Preston summons a disk of water that circles it's target and persists for the thread or until it absorbs an attack. The disk can absorb up to Preston's Energy in damage.

Roz has a shield!

Qi use 1/11

[Onides Une]

The display of power was a signal for things to go underway. She perched herself on top of a table as close as she could and watched intently on what the others might do. She expected as much considering when David Blaze issued a challenge similar to this it was quite the brawl. She began to predict who would give Eric the most run of his money.

She might want to get closer but getting in the way seemed like it would be a hindrance. Waited for a moment to see the other contenders seeing Bailey was back from when she as supposedly eloping with Blake was an absolute surprise, she might have to ask her why it didn't pan out... Who was Oni kidding? She would no doubt have to ask Bailey the burning questions that came up front for this.

She'd recognize her friend Arianna ready to lend her support to the cause. Oh! it was Preston! She communicated with him through social circles. "Oi, Presto! Let's catch up later, good luck!"

[Rozalin Kendal]

Now this was more like it. Rozalin's lips pulled into an approving grin at the sight of water swirling around her, the protective shield Preston promised her in place. Barehanded or not, she would test herself and see just what this place could offer.

She'd duck around the man with the blade and feint to the left, following it up with a wind attack!

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Ominous Winds – Rozalin is able to summon forth winds strong enough to berate her opponent and those in melee range. Damage is equal to 1/4 her ENG stat with a small knock-back effect.

Damage: 4 ENG
Qi Uses: 1/8

[Arianna Barrial]

Well...for now she would do what was needed, but what was needed would ultimately change.

Arianna took a deep breath and then...plunged forward, surprising even herself with how quick she was, but she used the slower folk as means of a distraction (look David she was learning) and moved around to the most open side - just off to the other side of Roz - with a quick motion to unsheathe the dagger and swipe the blade against the back of Eric's arm, hoping to draw a line of blood.

...then, though...

Stats (bracketed ones):

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ATK: 17 (17)
DEF: 17 (19)
SPD: 23 (31)
PER: 25 (33)
ENE: 25 (35)