Aimless Power [Closed]

[Cale Beoulve]

The whoosh of air could be heard for yards around as Cale jumped around the training field. Ragnarok's insanely large frame swung about him in the air as he jumped and flipped, handling the sword with an ease that made it look as though his powers were something as mundane as super strength. There was an area around a massive log implanted into the ground where no one passed, although there were no markers to indicate the section of the field was in any way cordoned off. No, most just refused to go too near anywhere Cale might have been swinging that hulking beast.

Once he'd done a good job of carving various chunks out of the sides of the thing, Cale came down from his last rising slash and landed with a thud. Dust kicked up behind him as his boots dug into the ground, and he rose with a small click of Ragnarok's blade against his back. He shielded his eyes from the sun, looking up at the top of the post nearly ten yards in the air, and took a few steps back. 

Another whoosh as Cale took off again, tearing through the turf as he came closer to the log before planting his feet for a fraction of a second and sending himself up into the air like a spear. But gravity has an interesting way of getting the best of someone, and before he'd reached past the six yard mark his ascent slowed and Cale came plummeting back to the ground. It was a quick stab of the sword into the side of the wood that slowed his fall, allowing him to drop the last few feet to the ground with ease, and only leaving a two yard slice into the side of the tree while he was at it.

A faint green swirl began to kick up around Cale as he stepped back again, sizing up the tree before noticing the shifting shade around his body. He clenched his jaw, taking in a deep breath and expelling the gathering energy around him to clear his head of... irrelevant images as he shot towards the pillar once more. Pure power, just more strength. That was all that was needed here. This time as he jumped there was an audible click at Ragnarok's hilt, and as Cale rose through the air his massive blade split apart, one of the longswords running along the side popping into the other hand, both held aloft. He brought himself horizontal as he rose, digging the longsword into the side of the trunk. It slid through like paper for a short time before the blade caught, sending Cale spinning around the handle as he held it. The blade gave a slight bend, acting as a spring before he launched himself forwards and spun to bring the main body of Ragnarok crashing downwards through the pillar. The sound of wood creaking and splitting pierced the area, causing many fights and training regimes, and more than a few meditations, to stop or go awry while Cale landed in a cloud of dust, the two halves of the wooden pillar split down to the ground where Cale's fist, still bound to Ragnarok's hilt, had stopped a few inches shy of fulling smashing into the ground.

"... maybe fall faster..." he muttered under his breath, standing up straighter and ripping Ragnarok free of the split log. He looked up to where a piece of the sword was lodged into the side and cocked his head, pulling back a boot to slam his foot against the tree, kicking it loose from the hole it was shoved in and causing the thing to fall to the grass with a loud thud. "... just sharpened it yesterday..." The chaos of what was essentially a power pole falling on the grounds didn't seem to faze him, his green eyes locked squarely onto the side of Ragnarok's shifting blades as he fit the longsword back into its place. "... try again tomorrow..."

He swung Ragnarok over his back, the magnetic latch making a clunk as the sword snapped against his back, and he started heading through the crowd as though they were ticker tape. "... some modifications to the frame maybe..."

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would be watching for some time since people seemed to not want to enter this portion of the grounds he figured some large Qi Beast had wandered past it's boundaries and he would have to kill it or force it to retreat back to it's depths within the four hundred acre facility. However that was not the case as a man could be seen doing his training, finally finishing some test with his weapon and leaving Krane would of let him go, but he needed to practice this conversation thing.

So he would move to enter Cale's path his stoic expression maintained as internally he was trying to figure out how to approach this one.

"Hello."

Perfect, simple, but should express his desire to have a conversation, unlike those around who said nothing and simply gawked or watched, though now for more reasons. The Command Captain wasn't known for approaching people on any terms really.

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale stopped when a man stepped into his way, glancing up at the greeting. "Hey," he said, clearing his throat. "If the uniform's any sign, I have to assume you're here to give me some dumb mission?" Bureaucrats always dressed too tight.

[Krane Asiv]

Okay got his attention and he is commenting on what you are wearing, what did Dionysus say when that happens?

"Thanks, you look presentable as well."

Perfect, now onto the subject matter.

"You are in intensive weapons training as far as I can tell. What drew you to train in a blade that large?"

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale stared back at him, glancing around to see if there was a camera or something. Was he getting pranked? "Uh... thanks. Wear it every day," he commented, clearing his throat before answering the question. "Intensive is a word. And I guess because I could lift it."

He paused for a moment, sizing the guy up again. "Uhh... something I can do for you, fancy pants? Because if not..."

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would look at his pants and tilted his head wondering at to how fancy they were, however he would nod.

"I notice you aren't wearing a squad patch or anything of the sort. Are you a visiting member of one of the other territories?"

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale simply shrugged back. "Don't need a squad. Tend to get in the way. I'm just here for me."

[Krane Asiv]

"Then you are strong enough? Have nothing left to gain, or others slow you down because they can't keep up?"

[Cale Beoulve]

The guy was asking an awful lot of questions. "Little of column A, little of column B." His tone was noticeably more tense now, bordering on gruff. "And they spend too much time asking me things."

[Krane Asiv]

"Show me."

Krane would say still standing there like he was asking for a hand shake.

[Cale Beoulve]

He almost started laughing. The guy was straight to the point when he wanted to be. Cale could at least respect that.

"Have it your way," he shrugged again, reaching back over his shoulder to yank Ragnarok free. The blade came around him in a sweeping motion, splitting the distance between the two as Cale took a few steps back. There was no way to know how strong the guy was until the fight started, so Cale went ahead and started it. He leapt forwards, bringing the sword back before slashing downwards across his shoulder, flat of the blade towards Krane.

No need to cleave a man in half.

[Krane Asiv]

He let Cale hit him with the large flat part of the blade, slapping into him as he maintained his footing skidding across the ground on his tip toes, before shooting out his arms to his sides to keep his center of gravity as he halted the slide with more pressure.

"That was a strong hit."

Krane would say, his face still not having changed from the moment they started talking to now.

"But you held back."

Krane would reach out into the air and create a similar large sword of ice.

"Again."

Atk: 74
Spd: 46
Def: 50
Per: 34
Eng: 49

SPOILER: Click to show

Ice Weapon: Krane can create and rip moisture from the air with his hands, attracting the moisture in the area to form an Ice weapon. This weapon adds 1/2 Krane's Energy stat to his Attack as long as the weapon is maintained.
1/17

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale chuckled as the ice formed into another large blade, grinning wider as he set into his stance more properly. "I see you've got a sense of humor," his grip on Ragnarok tightening as he spoke. Whatever this guy's Qi was, it definitely had something to do with ice. Water? Crap, it could be temperature control for all he knew. Too early to tell.

"Let's see how that holds up to the real deal!!" he snarled, lunging forwards again. The air behind him shook as Cale performed a similar jump forwards, this time twirling about in the air as he came nearer, bringing the sword up and from the right as he spun about, throwing his weight around in an inertial dance with Ragnarok's density. It helped that he was essentially a human directional device; feeling the flow of kinetic energy, even on a minimal level, for so long would help anyone stabilize an internal gyroscope.

Only this time there was no buffet of wind surrounding the sword's movements. The blade was pointed directly at Krane's hip.

[Krane Asiv]

Krane would move his Ice blade in to intercept the coming attack, slamming into it to halt it's momentum, and suspend Cale momentarily in the air. Krane would this time swing his blade at Cale in a way Krane was sure Cale could deflect or block to throw him back with some force.

The aqua haired male would then give chase leaping at Cale with force to lift up and upheave some of the ground under his feet, using his blade to now thrust towards Cale in the air.

Atk: 74
Spd: 46
Def: 50
Per: 34
Eng: 49

SPOILER: Click to show

Ice Weapon: Krane can create and rip moisture from the air with his hands, attracting the moisture in the area to form an Ice weapon. This weapon adds 1/2 Krane's Energy stat to his Attack as long as the weapon is maintained.
1/17

[Cale Beoulve]

Cale's arms shook from the blow as Krane blocked his swing entirely. He was left hovering from the blowback before Krane's counterattack came, but something was off. He brought Ragnarok up, glancing the two blades apart. The force of the blow was still enough to send him careening backwards through the forest. He broke through one small branch, tucking to slow his fall as he reached a sturdier tree. Getting his feet between him and the trunk, Cale slammed against the tree with enough force to loosen the bark, leaves shaking free all around him.

Whoever this guy was, now he was the one holding back. And Cale was starting to enjoy his presence less and less. Still, the ease he'd deflected Ragnarok with was like nothing Cale had seen before outside of the largest of Qi beasts. The sort that even he had to calm down before going into a fight with.

The leaves had scarcely begun to fall before a violent green wind whipped up around Cale, and he looked back towards Krane while energy surged through his muscles. He could feel its fire pumping through his veins, pulsating, humming, vibrating. It had to get out. It had to be released.

SPOILER: Click to show

Boost Drive - Cale summons kinetic energy to burst from his every movement, greatly increasing his speed and power. (Add 1/2 Energy to Attack and Speed for one post) 1/12

Quickly gauging the distance between them, he rocketed from the side of the tree back in Krane's direction amidst a splash of green in the air behind him, and a faint trail following along. Air rushed around the man as he shot through the air like a bullet, the leaves falling around him blasted outwards in all directions, those lucky enough to be caught directly behind him practically being shot from a cannon.

The two neared in the air, and Cale pulled back on Ragnarok to swing before his vision shook for a moment, and the smell of blood made momentarily nauseous. He flinched, instead merely skating the side of the two blades against each other before he was able to try and recover, lashing a kick out at Krane's back as he shot over the man's head.

Atk: 25 [37] (45)
Def: 17
Spd: 20 [32]
Per: 18
Eng: 25 (26)