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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 10, 2016 20:55:45 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
 "Good. Now if you'd please..."As soon as the professor spoke those words. The boy could almost feel the atmosphere around the man who stood before him changing. Even though there was a hint of aura, let alone - a shred of semblance which made itself commonly manifest amongst hunters in a bout, Raven could feel the danger radiating from the man, which sent shivers down the mute's spine. It felt very much like the time when he'd first fought against Barghests, but this man was alone. What made this encounter so different than the ones before was the fact that this man was a trained killer, not like those savage beasts he'd fought on that day, not like other students in Vytal. This man, in all accounts, a Hunter. When the brunette readied his fists, the man made a mad dash for him. At this distance, the boy figured that it would take no more than a single heart beat for a fully-trained hunter to close the gap between them. That was exactly what the Professor Thorn did, but the fact that he made it seem almost instantaneous caught Raven momentarily off-guard. Again, this was without the aid of an aura or semblance. How could one achieve a velocity like that? Though fighting Lily earlier in the day gave him an insight on dealing with opponents much faster than he was, but against a more experienced opponent, Raven knew he was going to need more than just an insight. "Grit those fucking teeth!"He was going to need luck, and skill. His opponent spun the tonfa in his hand and made a single, wild jab at his jaw. Raven saw the way it was swung in his direction. It was like a blur, and sensing the danger it posed, the boy placed his right foot back and leaned his body backwards. He could feel the cold air of autumn rushing past his face as he managed to somehow barely avoid it by hair's length. If he hadn't dodged that, then surely, he would've been an out for sure, but if the teacher thought that he wasn't going to rebel, then the man was gravely mistaken. Unlike the man, Raven harnessed raw fury, anger, and rage within his body. His fists crying for bloody vengeance and malicious intent against the opponent who stood before him. Immediately, the dark-haired boy locked his body tight, making him a much smaller target than before, and slid forward into the opening that he was provided with. Putting power into his right arm, Raven sent it plunging towards the man's solar plexus to send the man reeling backwards. Whether it connected or not, the fighter would step forward again and let loosened the spiked knuckles of the 'Hellhound' at the teacher's waist. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Nov 10, 2016 23:49:19 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTES meet the boogieman | Perhaps it was not Zari's place to do this to Raven. The boy did not attend the professor's classes and had been a stranger until this happening. In truth the man hadn't heard anything special about Raven until now. That could be blamed on the man's off and on attitude. Being strict and lazy at different times; mostly enforcing strict policy and judgement however. An element of public reputation did linger in the back of Zari's mind. Of course people would look at him crooked for attacking his student after this. And depending on the outcome he'd be either a bully of a teacher, or a weakling that couldn't take on a student.
To those futures - Zari spat.
This was not about attack a student nor about demonstrating power. It was the most primal manner of calming the wild beast known as human rage - fighting. And while one could say it would case an escalation, Zari would beg to differ from that claim. Other than the total disrespect for property and other's belongings, and the tarnishing of his own role as a Hunter-in-Training, Zari had no personal grudge against Raven.
Raven on the other hand appeared not to think about any of that. As the boy dodged Zari's strike he found himself slightly impressed. "Well of course. He just fought that bullet of girl." Zari thought. As his arm extended outwards, Raven took his shot to rebel against his professor. The boy loaded his strike with great power. The distance between the two was too small for Zari to retreat in time. Instead of backing away the monk would bring his left hand, he free hand, up to block the attack. His wrist jolted at an angle to make the second tonfa erect for the punch. Infusing the weapon with aura allowed him to halt the advance almost completely. "The solar plexus. Aiming to stop function I see. If it was thought out that is." If that had been the end of it, Zari would have made his own attack. Though the motion of Raven's body betrayed the boy, alerting the professor.
Zari had battled for most of his life, and so when Raven motioned forward the man expected a second attack. Taking a step back didn't provide much ground due to the contorted position Zari found himself in. When the sight of the Hellhounds' fist came into close proximity, he took in a deep breath and focused his aura in a defensive way. Zari took the punch and used it's force to give him a quick start to his retreat. His knees bent and straightened like a machine in their effortless snap; the transfer of power and motion was quick bounced Zari backwards.
Before the professor completely left range, he brought back his right fist - the one he started the fight. It had been lingering in the air for the short duration of Zari and Raven's scrap. Whipping it backwards towards Raven, the professor attempted to strike the lad in the temple with the back of his hand. Succeed or fail he put around two feet of dead space between them with his retreat. The professor sighed before nodding towards a cracked window beside them. "Lets not break more property. Follow me boy."
Upon saying that Zari tossed his body at the tall window. Using his tonfa to shatter the toughened glass. The fall was not far, three stories with soft dirt to cushion the fall. Zari activated his aura once more to make it so he didn't feel the drop at all. He paused for a moment, checking if Raven was following him or not. For a split second there was nothing. In that moment Zari placed his right hand on his side where Raven aimed his second attack. The skin was tender and a faint pain could be felt. "This kid." He muttered. "Hulk strength. That from the boy or the weapon?"
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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 12, 2016 0:14:02 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
BGM;; Bloodpain IIWhen the Hellhound's spiked knuckles drove itself directly into Professor Thorn's side like a sledge hammer, a chain reaction occurred within the arm. The impact of the fist itself acted as a trigger, causing ferocious chain reaction within the the obsidian arm, thus further triggering the volatile crimson-colored canister within it. Within milliseconds of its initial impact, the gout of super-heated inferno exploded out of the metal knuckles like a miniature volcanic explosion, which launched its adversary backwards, but the professor was not the one to leave without a parting gift of his own. Before the Hellhound's infernal fist let out an explosion, his opponent snapped his fist directly onto the mute's temple before gaining distance between them. With the kind of attack that he'd launched, there was little that Raven could do to block the incoming strike other than to simply brace for it and hope that his punch hurt had more than his opponent's own would hurt him. When it connected, the impact caused the boy's world to turn white with pain, and it took all his will not to black out. Normally, at this point, most students would've given up to the superior power, surrendered, and lay down the arms altogether before admitting their inevitable defeat. However, Raven kept rebelling. He grit his teeth against the growing pain on the side of his forehead, scowled and glared up in the direction he thought the professor was at. Finally, when the world came to a full view in his eyes, the mute only became angrier. "Lets not break more property. Follow me boy."
<"AND WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?!"> As he made a berserk charge at his opponent to keep him from escaping any further, Raven saw the way he'd jumped out of the window and land on the training grounds below them. The young hunter could swear to himself that the older male didn't want to break any more property, and yet he just went ahead and jumped out the goddamn window like a maniac. However, if that is the way he wanted it, the mute was more than willing to oblige. Raven reeled the 'Hound' back, and as he did so, the hammer struck the cartridge within its revolving chambers, causing the dust to feed itself into the gauntlet. The wind from all over the area gathered into the armored fist, roaring like a savage beast before he fired off a great shockwave blast at the Professor's general direction. However, he'd made sure to deliberately miss the strike to create a makeshift smoke-screen for him, as well as to confuse him. It was the same tactic that he'd employed on Lily when the two fought, but this time, he decided to go for a more offensive approach. <"I'm going to roast you alive, OLD MAN.">
Raven jumped, and as the natural gravity pulled him downward to the ground, he infused his aura into his left arm to ensure maximum strength of the impact from his weapon, and then exposed the charging handle of the Hellhound before setting its firing option to 'burst', causing it to go through series of transformation to expose vents on its forearm. As the arm made series of whirring noises like a jet engine, the great inferno spewed forth out from its exposed vents, causing him to come plummeting down to earth with such velocity that one would easily mistake him as a missile or a meteorite of some sort. The boy cared whether he hit the Professor or not, because as long as he was within a general area, the hot-headed brunette knew he was most likely going to be caught up in the explosive blast of his fist. FWOOM! A great ball of fire and explosion danced from where he'd landed, the smoke screen dispersed, and bits of fire danced on the ground as Raven walked on the scorched battlefield, directly towards Professor Thorn (who was either likely wounded from the blast, or safe from it), kicking and thrashing aside any obstacles that happened to be in his way. --- Shockwave Rounds: [5/6] AP: [145/160] MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Nov 12, 2016 12:29:23 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTES meet the boogieman | Zari could feel the tinkling of blood come from his side. The appearance of blood appeared to stain his white dress shirt; joining the collection of wrinkles and marks which had started to decorate him since the first shot was fired. With this attention adverted to assessing the damage, Zari was unprepared when a bolt, a wave of force crashed down. The shock wave took him by surprise, but it didn't deal any damage to himself. The ground however was mutilated and disturbed. A cloud of dust and dirt hovered in the air, causing it to be disturbing to breath. "A sneak attack? I didn't expect Raven to pull such a thing off."
That is when Zari had a thought. The boy seemed more straight-forward and liked to exert power. So why did he craft this cover to block Zari's visage? As the professor stood in the dust, the answer came to him; twinned by the sounds and roaring of machinery. It was for a more powerful attack! Possibly one that would have required some window of time to prepare. Until Raven landed on the ground Zari was unable to see him. The only warning that was given to him about the incoming attack was the sudden glow of the earth before him.
The blast was coming in too quickly for a proper retaliation on Zari's part. Instead the professor was forced to guard his body by crossing his arms. The fire washed over Zari and set ablaze his uniform in several locations. With the smoke-screen gone, Zari could be found standing still as fire consumed his clothes. The freckles of embers upon him would grow in size like tunnels being burrowed. The man's hair became gray as dirt, soot, and dust rained down. Numerous burns appeared over Zari's face. Their severity was not urgent which allowed his aura to recover the wounds. His ears rang with a dull thud which echoed out quickly as it came.
Lastly the man's white gloves had appeared to take on the most damage. The fire and explosion causing them to be burnt away almost entirely. As the fabric burned and fell apart, Zari would move his arms out of the cross-guard position. "Amazing, boy. You'd be an amazing Hunter." The last tatters of glove curled up and turned black. With that, they floated down to the ground, exposing the bright, silver-white glow of Zari's tattoos. Both hands were decorated with large, elaborate crosses on their backs.
"But as you are...You'll fail. Tell me again Raven...Tell me the source of your anger! Is it the question or is it I? The question or the memories it brings?" Chances were that Raven would again focus his anger at Zari for asking it again.
It was the handicap which Raven had, being a mute, that would make this whole thing difficult. There was no method of communication other than writing. And you couldn't make a message in the middle of combat. There was sign language, but there was only one phrase knew. So it fell on the last, most intense communication form. Fists. "Come boy. Tell me with your actions." Zari once more placed up his guard. At the same time he prepared his aura,placing a shield around his body. "What is it that drives you?"
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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 12, 2016 20:52:32 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
The professor's compliment only fell deaf in the boy's ears. What stood in front of the professor now was no longer a human, but a fiery beast consumed by his own rage. As the vents on his forearm closed back in with a satisfying 'snap', the mute stopped a few feet away from the professor to assess the amount of damage he'd done to him. His precious clothes were burnt, flames singed at his hair, and licked at his skin - though any traces of burns on his face slowly faded from the power of aura he'd exuded. For that, Raven decided to make his own aura manifest. Letting out a small huff, he tapped into the deepest part of his soul and let it go free. Wild. His soul flared to life and rumbled in his body, making itself appear as series of savage bolts lightning coursing through his limbs like a miniature thunderstorm. Stomping on the ground, Raven pointed 'Hound' behind him and fired off another shockwave. With the incredible force of the deathly wind propelling the young hunter forwards like a rocket, he already closed the gap between him and his adversary at a blink of an eye - much like how Professor Thorn had done it. However, unlike him, he was in mid flight, his fist reeled back, infusing the aura behind his fists and legs for maximum damage efficiency. His eyes widened, without mercy, without remorse, howling in silent rage, full of wild ferocity, and malice for his opponent. Even though his enemy was a much more experienced than he, the brunette intended on crushing him from his head to the heel until there was nothing left. Bring him down his knees like the rest he faced off against, and he would stop at NOTHING to do so. "But as you are...You'll fail. Tell me again Raven...Tell me the source of your anger! Is it the question or is it I? The question or the memories it brings?"<"SHUT UP. How would you know?! Don't you dare to pretend that you FUCKING know me, to understand me! How do know what it feels like to be weak?! TO HAVE EVERYTHING TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU?! Do you know what it feels like to wake up one night, thinking that the arm you've lost is there? Do you know what it feels like to dream of nightmare which repeats over and over?! FUCK. YOU."> "Come boy. Tell me with your actions. What is it that drives you?" <"Then take it all. MY ANGER. MY HATRED. MY RAGE. ALL OF IT!">Raven reeled his fist back, putting all the strength he could behind the 'Hound', he unleashed a shockwave punch directly at the Professor's head, fully intending on breaking his guard in a single blow. Upon landing on the ground, the mute slid forward then reeled back 'Hound' once again for a second blow, but despite what he may think, the blow would never come, instead, it was no more than a set up for a feint for the 'Hellhound' to explosive strike at his chest followed by a slightly delayed strike from his second weapon at his stomach. Whether Professor Thorn somehow managed to protect himself from those following strikes or not, Raven continued with his berserk onslaught of punches which blindingly rained down on him like hail of bullets from a high caliber machinegun. Beating. Smashing. Slamming. Each and every blow that he brought down upon him like a jackhammer was focused to simply plow through and absolutely devastate whatever openings he thought his opponent provided. It lacked form, without pattern. One could mistake it for him being unpracticed simply because of that. If the white-haired man stood there, the brunette would continue to push forwards like an unstoppable freight train and make him realize how dangerous it was to just 'block' any of his blows for they'd get stronger and stronger, steadily gaining in strength the more he struck. <"And don't FUCKING call me 'BOY'! I have a name, god damn it!"> --- Shockwave Rounds: [3/6] AP: [140/160] MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Nov 17, 2016 22:27:18 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTES meet the boogieman | Zari miscalculated. The professor kept his guard up as Raven set up his first attack. The professor kept his eyes on Raven but found it surprising how quickly he was able to close in. The moment Raven entered Zari's sphere of influence, the professor raised his barrier to take on the first shock wave. The force caused by the wave however caused Zari's barrier to break into almost ethereal pieces. As the professor looked down to the young man, ready for another attack, he shifted his weight away from the feint. Zari would find his chest nearly pierced by the attack.
The force of Raven's initial attack caused Zari's chest to warp inward slightly. His ribs became bruised while his heart was disturbed by the disturbance to it's rhythm. The result was a stunned Zari who fought the initial pain. If not for Raven's second, and then continued barrage of attacks, the professor would have clamped his chest in pain.
As the wave of attacks continued, the professor stood there in a stunned state. Raven would batter the professor while his twin tonfa's dropped to the ground. Zari barely managed to remain standing. His eyes remained fixed on the boys face. The brunette lad's face was carved with hate and anger. There was nothing on the boy's face that didn't even hint at thought. No mercy or remorse. Nothing. This revelation caused something in Zari to stir.
What was short and staggered breathing turned to almost non-existent inhales. Zari's head straightened and watched the wild flow of fists launch one after the other. As a punch was thrown with the Hellhound, Zari grasped with one hand. The action would cause some mild pain to course through his palm, however it was nothing compared to the barrage he'd just taken. Using his own momentum, Professor Thorn pulled Raven's fist towards already bruised body. "You're doing it wrong, Raven." Zari fixed his grip on Raven's fist in order to grasp his wrist. His hold on the lad was iron strong. If Raven attempted to pull the man off, he'd find his opponent coming in closer instead of letting go. If Raven launched another fist before realizing the strength of the hold, Zari would grasp his fist as well.
Gently, Zari put the trainees's fist over his heart. Though Raven was probably still shacking with rage. The constant attacks with his mechanical arm and gauntlet had torn appear the older man's vest and shirt. As blood trickled down his chest, the lonely pouch dangled just below the owner's neck. Above that small pouch was a deep black tattoo. It ran along the entirety of Zari's throat and neck. Though this detail possibly didn't matter to Raven. However it was unusual for a teacher to have such markings.
"Right there." Zari stated with a casual and low voice. "You need to hit there to kill a man. I learned that at thirteen-years old. And then that is when my life went south." Due to his previous attempt at communicated, Zari was prepared for Raven not to even register any of his words. But after seeing the anger in the boys face, Zari's own frustration began to blossom.
Unlike before in the hallway, Zari was becoming calm. While his words were light, however, his face was dark and twisted. "Now that I have tasted your anger, I seem to know a little more. I don't want to see this anger consume you. I went through something similar. I sympathize. But if you don't kill me in one shot..." Zari paused before letting go of the boy's hands. "Then be ready for some love."
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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 20, 2016 6:00:56 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
Beat him. Grind him. Smash him till he's on his knees. Those were the only thoughts that ran through Raven's head as his fists hammered into the Professor's defenseless body over and over. The shower of punches and explosions drove Professor Thorn back, as well as distorting the very battlefield that the two stood on. Nobody dared to enter the vicinity lest they get scorched. However, the moment when the man's twin tonfas dropped on the ground, a thought of victory momentarily washed over to him. Reeling back the obsidian arm, the boy's golden eyes locked onto the professor's own, fully intending on finishing the battle in a single, decisive blow.
<"It's over!">SLAM! A singular, fiery explosion rocked the battlefield and covered it in a thick, black smog which smelled faintly of sulfur and burnt flesh. Assuming that his opponent had fallen, finally defeated by his hands, the boy attempted to draw the Hellhound back - only to find that from the smoke which covered his vision, Professor Thorn who was still yet standing was holding onto his fist. The sudden appearance of the man made the boy's lose his breath for a moment, almost in shock. Nobody. No one else would've possible be able to stand up for quite a while after taking so many hits like that. Was this man a monster? What was he? What was it that kept him standing? Raven's face twisted in frustration. Once again, he attempted to pry his fist away from the man, only to have him move in closer as the smoke cleared. <"WHITE-HAIRED BASTARD!"> Reeling the 'Hound' back, the boy attempted to slam his fist directly into the man's face - only to have it to be blocked so easily once again. Then, gently, Professor Thorn placed Hellhound's fist over on his heart. The brunette wondered what the kind of message that he was attempting to get across, but regardless, he rebelled - struggling against the man's iron-like grip with all the strength in his body. However, when the man began to speak, all motion stopped - even his breathing. It was almost as if his entire body had frozen over. "Right there." Professor Thorn spoke, "You need to hit there to kill a man. I learned that at thirteen-years old. And then that is when my life went south." Unlike in the hallways, the man became deathly calm, predatory, patient, waiting for the right moment to strike. All this time... all this time, was he playing right into his hands? All this time, was the hunter simply 'observing' him? Raven thought it was rather strange of the professor not to make any attempts to defend himself from the barrage of punches he'd made. Was this man indirectly telling him that all this time he simply 'held back'? "Now that I have tasted your anger, I seem to know a little more. I don't want to see this anger consume you. I went through something similar. I sympathize. But if you don't kill me in one shot..." The man loosened his grip on his fists, "Then be prepared for some love."<"Bastard, all this time - you were hold back?"> Raven's body shook, <"You can barely stand, after taking punches like that, you won't last much longer. I'm going to make you regret that! OVERDRIVE!"> Taking a stride forward, the boy slammed his foot into the man's own, whether it worked or not, Raven's body began to exude tremendous amounts of aura. It almost felt as if the air itself around him was beginning to distort. Thereafter, his entire hair itself turned white as he crouched down, shooting himself forward directly into the professor's chest, shoulder first like a bullet to send the older male staggering backwards. One would expect after watching him fight, Raven would close the distance, but instead, he took a stance - almost as it to draw out a sword from his side. Without a sword, how would one expect to do anything? But, when Raven swung his right arm upwards, a streak of crimson light soared and sliced through the air, singing in deathly psalms all those that stood before it. It threatened to bite into the professor's body, and whether it did or not, the sudden change would perhaps surprise the professor. Indeed, despite what the man might've thought, in his hands, was indeed a sword, but then, it began to change shape into a scythe with an enormous crimson serrated edge. He began by swinging the newly formed weapon downwards, threatening to rip into the man's body, once again he stepped forward, and cleaved through the ground to get to the man's knees to limit any form of mobility he had. In the distance, the students and teachers looked in awe as the climax of the battle unfolded before their eyes. The devastation that the two fighters brought about to the surroundings was no doubt was much larger than your typical, average school bouts that the students had. With the way things were going, it was difficult to predict which side would truly achieve victory, but somewhere in their minds, perhaps even in the minds of the two fighters dueling on the scorched battlefield, the outcome was soon at hand. --- Shockwave Rounds: [3/6] AP: [100/160] MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Nov 21, 2016 19:33:08 GMT -6
Zari stood over Raven with straightened and stern lips no more. Instead he resembled an energetic demon ready for to play with his prey. His green eye stood out from behind his hair to witness the tremor that was Raven's fury. He shook with anger and rage; his body couldn't hold it much longer. Nor did Zari want Raven to hold it in. Silently he prayed for him to unleash the fury within his body. "Yes. Bring it out boy. Let me taste your soul!" A chuckle began in the professor's belly and it became loud and true. A wide and bright smile betrayed the darkness growing on the man's face. With a final chuckle Zari noticed Raven pinned their feet down. Grass which surrounded them shifted as the tattered remains of Zari's outfit fluttered. On a professional level, the professor would praise Raven for such a display of power. His soul was fierce and the boy's will could dominate an army of weak willed soldiers. Even the change in his appearance due to a strong Semblance caught Zari by surprise for a moment. "That's a one shot?"The laughter and smile vanished however after Raven struck Zari in the chest. The Professor took several steps back, not just because of the force. He himself was stunned and shocked by the power coming outwards. However on top of all that, he became frustrated by Raven's actions. "I told you. One. Shot." His voice become filled with disapproval and anger. The man formed fists from his hands as Raven unleashed his attack. It's sound rang in the man's ears. Death. Destruction. Carnage. These were the names Zari heard come from the boy's newly forged weapon. As if it were an intelligent entity all on it's own. The crimson light was not so much blur to him, however it passed fairly quickly by the teacher. With narrowed and soulless eyes, Zari focused on Raven's weapon. The crimson blade which had just caused a lengthy cut to form in Zari's chest; cutting the cord around his neck. Quickly the man took the small pouch and held it in a death grip. His nostrils flared and his body started to shiver with a storm rising from the depths of his body. As the man's aura began to automatically close the wound, Zari didn't look away from the mold-able aura-weapon. "That is a very good power." He stated while Raven lowered the scythe down towards his body.
"But it shall fail." Zari said quickly before crushing the pouch in his hand as the other hand was lifted up. As the Dust inside the pouch was turned to a fine dust, Zari placed an aura barrier above his body to halt the in coming attack. "Because you didn't listen to me. I said. One. Shot." The dust from within the pouch began to radiate a bright, pure white light. It's power pulsated outward like a beacon of hope and will power. It's power wrapped around Zari and Raven simultaneously - healing any and all wounds the two fighters had sustained during their spar. It's relaxing aura cloaked the two, releasing tension. "Now relax Raven. You don't want to continue this battle any further." Zari said in a brighter, balanced voice. The darkness over his visage lifted as he took in a deep breath. He forced aside Raven's weapon using his aura barrier. Zari then looked to boy in the eyes. They were calm, yet an intensity still lingered in them. Waiting for his response - like a sniper waiting for the go-a-head. "You may continue this. But it will bear no fruit. Only more pain. More anger. More sadness."AP [500/650] Raven Clovis |
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Post by Raven Clovis on Nov 26, 2016 20:55:58 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
The wound was deep. Raven made sure of that the moment when the sword bit into the man's body. Unlike what the Professor might've been thinking, the mute wasn't exactly looking to kill him as he'd previously thought. All he wanted out of the older hunter was a surrender. To prove that he was strong, that he couldn't be overcome, that he didn't NEED his pity - let alone anyone else's. However, even after taking such a wound on his chest, Professor Thorn still yet refused to back down. This enraged the young hunter even further that as he raised his sword, he formed a scythe out of a sword in his hands. He'd determined that if this man still yet refused submit to his power, then he would make this man buckle down under it. Thus, he swung the scythe down, much like how a farmer would do so to harvest grains from the field. He would reap of the man's foolish pride, his strength, his obstinate behavior. However, as he did so, a brief hesitation made its way to his mind - perhaps, a realization that this man hadn't thrown a single punch since the beginning of their match on this scorched field that both stood on. The man only managed to hit him once, and since then, he had been taking it. Why was it that all this time he didn't raise his fists? Why was it that he didn't block his sword when he could have? Why was it that he didn't properly defend himself? ... No, he had to fully commit to this blow, or do nothing at all! He couldn't show a moment of hesitation to the Professor. The moment he did - surely, it'd mark his defeat. WHOOSH! CLANG! A resistance? Raven's eyes widened in surprise when his crimson scythe bit into the professor's aura-made shield. At this point, the fighter knew his vitals were open for striking - thus he attempted to break off, form a new approach, perhaps a new weapons to go along with it, but the moment he did so the man's hand began to glow in white. It was blinding. When did he pull that out?! <"SHIT!"> The boy tried to look away, but it was all too late when the brightness embraced them both. It was warm, and yet - so loving. It was a feeling of vague familiarity that the boy swore to himself that he'd come to forget, and yet, here he was, recognizing it for what it was. All his strength, all his anger, the rage that thrashed about so wildly in his soul simply melted away much like how a snow flake would if it landed in one's hand. Within the whiteness that consumed at his very being, Raven's eyes began to see figures, dancing so wildly in front of him - so full of life. Among them, he saw the faces of his parents. Out of desperation, he tried to grasp them both in his arms, but like the illusions that they were, they vanished and fell apart between his fingertips like sand. He tried to call out to them, only to momentarily forget that he didn't have a voice to do so with. "Now relax Raven. You don't want to continue this battle any further." A voice spoke, forcing the young hunter back to the reality. Was this a dream - or an illusion that he saw? What did the man do to make him see such things? It couldn't have possibly been from the man's semblance. So what did this man do? Raven shot a man a quizzical look, with his eyes locked onto the man's own. "You may continue this. But it will bear no fruit. Only more pain. More anger. More sadness."At this point, the brunette didn't have much of a strength - let alone enough anger to fight him anymore. If anything, he felt rather tired, sapped away of all his strength, but... surprisingly refreshed nonetheless. Raven felt as if he could think a little more clearly more so than the past few hours. As a response to the Professor's talks, the boy simply willed for his semblance to disappear. <"What did he do?"> The boy wondered as his attention turned back to the man, <"... This man... held something in his hand. What was it?"> MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Zari D. Thorn on Dec 10, 2016 22:38:33 GMT -6
精神病の愛 You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated, I see the wires pulling while you're breathing. WORDS count here NOTES Know the truth | Zari sighed with minor relief at the sight of Raven's trance. While there was almost no chance for the divine dust to fail it was a refreshing feeling. Zari himself allowed the effects of the dust to wash over his body and soul. It caused a lifting affect over his mind and almost his body. To stand required less effort as Raven became his main focus.
Zari looked at Raven with intense eyes before placing a hand on the lad's head. "You told me in my office that I know nothing. I never got a chance to defend myself." Those words left the professor's mouth with a hint of hesitation. Was it okay to give this child selective information? Or would he give Raven a decent and thorough explanation? The question rushed through Zari like rapid lightning. It could affect future relationships and encounters.
At the end of a long and silent minute Zari looked to the crowd that had begun to form around the pair. The damage Raven caused only became apparent after that. Grass was burnt, holes and craters littered the landscape. It was centralized and left in a small area. However it was only because Zari had kept their incident contained in one sector of the field.
Zari began with a sudden "I killed people when I was younger." His eyes glanced back to Raven with a calm and serious expression. "It was like I killed in the name of justice or something. I was a member of a criminal organization. My specialty was theft, assassination, and full-out combat. To this day I forget how many people I killed. You see this tattoo around my neck?" Zari pointed to the black marking around his neck. It took the form of chains with a ankh style cross. "This was proof of my station. Reaper they called me. Is that they call someone that sat at a desk for his life? Is that something they called someone that didn't know what is was like to let their emotions run away from them?"
Zari would pause for a moment as he attempted to calm himself down. His voice had begun to rage out of it's normally composed levels. His fists shook in anger at remembering his own mistakes. "But my point I want to state. Is that I see something in you that resembles what I was. And I cannot allow you to grow into such a monster. I conducted this episode for you. Hoping I could take away some of your rage. But even if I did it shall return. And it shall continue to return until you are swallowed whole."
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