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Post by Mitha'lo Asters on Dec 14, 2016 21:25:26 GMT -6
Mitha'lo was starting to feel the battle take a toll on his body. The aura cannons were powerful and packed a punch that Mitha'lo only felt come from the Grimm. However there was something about this whole battle that bothered the man. For the majority of the battle he'd been on the defense trying to avoid Max's mobile offensive. And the reason became clear when Mitha'lo was trying to decide what he should do while Max put his guard up. He wasn't a true Huntsmen. He was a member of the cult trained in both the tactics of Huntsmen and fanatics. In addition to that, he only viewed Max as a freshmen. Not as a challenge like he should have from the start. At most they were toying with each other. Mitha'lo was being lazy in this match. Reacting and counteracting. Even as the boy held his guard up Mitha'lo caught himself thought of ways to protect and keep his guard up. It became even more infuriating as Max called out to him Show them what real hunters do? "Fine. So be it." Mitha'lo declared as Max brought down his pair of artificial cannons. The use of his constructs in such a manner didn't fully cross Mitha'lo's mind. And so when they came down the student's left arm was numbed by the attack. Mitha'lo would bite his lip as he fought to keep his voice within himself. As he stood mere feet away from his prey, with singed and tattered clothing and a numbed arm, his golden eyes stared directly at Max behind the scratched visor. At first it was irritating from being played with like a fool. But when Max leaned into whisper his words to Mitha'lo is the moment the golden-haired student was piqued. Mitha'lo, for the first time in this battle, roared with a blood curtailing ferocity which betrayed his composure. "I treated you like a kid. That was my mistake. Not again." Mitha'lo groaned as Max shifted the cannon to attack him. He'd attempt take another bruise. But not from the cannon. Mitha'lo would drop to the ground as hard as he could to dodge the swing. In the fall he would fire off his last Ice Bullet round towards Max's lowerbody. After which he would drop his emptied weapon. He didn't have time to reload in this situation. Not when he had to focus on getting to Max and keeping his barrles pointed somewhere else. When Mitha'lo hit the ground he'd mimic a panther and would leap once again. If he dodged the cannons and managed to get closer to Max, Mitha'lo would keep his body close to the ground. His mechanical arm would be cocked to the side in preparation for a punch that appeared to be aimed for Max's legs. Yet when Mit appeared to be three feet away from Max he tightened his core muscles and tucked his legs in. A hard push off the ground would launch Mitha'lo's momentum upwards so the man could execute a flying-knee. He would aim to hit Max's lower jaw while he also raise his mechanical arm. Dark-golden aura began to fuse with the artificial limb while Mitha'lo went to grasp the boy's shoulder in order to prevent an escape. At that range Max would experience the intense vortex Mitha'lo soul was. Heavy, confusing, shifting, fluxing, and coupled with an loud intimidating battle-cry. --- *Speed Reloaders (10 Bullets Each) - 1 Fire Dust Clips - 1 Wind Dust Clip - 1 Kinetic Dust Clip - 1 High Impact Round Clip * 2 Crystal Balls Max Chromium |
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Post by Max Chromium on Dec 14, 2016 22:02:50 GMT -6
Oh so Max was being treated like a child during the whole fight!? That was just fine with him! Max just growled happily as his foe managed to once again dodged the vast power of his cannons. The bastard even managed to fire one last shot from his damn guns which caused ice to begin creeping up Max's legs all slow like. Not only that but This caused Max's leg to buckle under him for just a moment but by sure force of will alone, Max forced himself back up just in time to raise one of his cannon arms to block the knee to the jaw. Sadly this left Max open for Mit to use his now darkness infused hand on his shoulder with a loud yell. As Max coughed up blood, he just grinned and panted hard and just laughed. Feeling Mit's dark aura caused Max to feel rather odd, he felt confused and unsure of himself which wasn't like him. That feeling was soon kicked aside but not only by how much pain he was in but by the thrill of the fight. "This dark power! I've only felt it when fighting creatures of grim! I don't know who you are or what you are Mit but you light the fire in my soul, the fire of a hunter! It's a total shame that we had to fight with everyone watching like this! If we were not in the middle of an arena, I'de probably fight you to the death! Mitha'lo, I'm glad I got to meet you and I hope we get to fight again one day when I'm older and more powerful!"Max then tried to force the arm that was being held by his foe by sheer force of will but sadly the sheer pressure that was being applied made that impossible. Lucky Max didn't need to full move his arm but only the part below his elbow as he moved his cannons into a pincer type formation and As his cannon's quickly charged, Max felt a warm liquid begin to flow from his shoulder as most of the rest of his aura stopped protecting him and was fed into the cannons. Max couldn't help but feel a little dizzy as he coughed up a bit more blood and yet he kept his same smile. He would have just enough aura left to keep him conscious. "I've never felt a soul so dark and twisted before in all my life! You are like a human grim! I am gonna become a full fledged hunter so I can stop people like you! I won't have enough aura left to do this again but hopefully it won't matter!"Max then just did his best to press his cannons tightly against Mit's stomach as if he was trying to run him through with them. As his cannons finished loading with the last of his aura, Max just fired them at the closest range ever. Firing at such a range would also hurt him but if it meant winning the fight and showing the evil bastard who really was strongest then so be it. This Man's soul made Max feel a mixture of emotions, like confusion that was heavy beyond belief but Max would have figure it out later. "Aura cannons final shot! Fire!"Mitha'lo Asters |
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Post by Mitha'lo Asters on Dec 15, 2016 19:30:09 GMT -6
Mitha'lo huffed a load of warm air out when his knee hit Max's cannons. The materialized ordinance was hard on Mitha'lo during the impact with his knee. Yet with his leg paused his arm became the primary focus. Thus Mitha'lo used his aura enhanced arm to squeeze down onto Max's shoulder. The grip was strong and Mitha'lo believed he'd have the round set and matched. He showed no expression of pleasure however. He learned that claiming victory before it was absolute caused defeat more often than not. So in order to prevent any other tricks from being played, Mita'lo wiggled his numb arm in an attempt to form a fist with it. Control of the limb was there, nerves were not disconnected or destroyed. However it was the temporary feeling that was making his limb a chore to use. He kept the pressure up with his mechanical arm and prepare to speak with Max. The boy would speak worrisome words to Mitha'lo before he had a chance to utter a sound. And the horrifying lengths of Max's foolishness became ever more prevalent when Mitha'lo looked at the blood coughed up; the blood landing on the blonde's face. Visibly Mitha'lo was disturbed by the boys words. How could he think it enjoyable to fight to the death? It wasn't something you just did nor said with such a light meaning. You reserve that desire for people that you hated beyond all other venues. When they did something that could only be repaid with their life. Mitha'lo glanced to his hand as Max attempted to throw him off. His eyes gazed at the boy with a disturbed visage blocked by his visor. And at the same moment as this, Mitha'lo groaned when Max clashed the cannons into his sides. A typical pincer move boosted with a tight grip and a pair of guns. Yet the desperation of his opponent was beginning to show. The cannons had yet to disappeared and Max was trying to trap Mitha'lo in this position. Experience told Mit that Max was still able to fire off more rounds. The number was unsure but Mitha'lo predicted that Max had three to two shots at the most left in him. Attempting to rebel against the coming attack, Mit would swing his legs up and wrap them around Max's frozen lower half. Yet with Max's cannons being held tight to either side of Mitha'lo's figure the man had difficulty slipping away from them. A weak point had to be somewhere on Max. A joint he could hit to throw off Max off balance. Here and now the crimson allure of dripping blood was spotted seeping through Max's clothes. A quick glance to Max's face would be not result in much detection of any other issues. On the surface anyway. But there was a subtle wag to Max that Mitha'lo attributed to possibly being exhausted. To this discovery, Mitha'lo began with a sudden, "You need to stop. You'll d-" His words were halted as Max interrupted him. "I've never felt a soul so dark and twisted before in all my life! You are like a human grim! I am gonna become a full fledged hunter so I can stop people like you! I won't have enough aura left to do this again but hopefully it won't matter!" To this, Mitha'lo's nostrils flared out as Max's arrogance became evident. There was no helping the boy now. All Mitha'lo could do now was focus on himself. Max's cannons pinched down towards Mitha'lo's core. This reminder nudged the blonde to activate his aura defense once again. He'd quickly put his left and tingling arm to push against the cannon on his left. In the moment Max fired off his cannons, Mitha'lo flared his aura outwards once more. The tarnished golden hue danced around his body in an attempt to ward off Max's final aura blast with an aura defense enhancement. Mitha'lo once again roared as he pushed his aura outwards to uphold the shield. However a blast at this short of a range would quickly erode the 'force field' Mitha'lo put up. Aura was becoming a scarce resource on the battle field as Mitha'lo continued to put his outward. The strap to his visor would be burned away by the aura blast seeping through his shield. In a gamble that could risk his defeat, Mitha'lo released his grip from Max's shoulder to swiftly clamp down on the boy's neck. His finger's would dig into the boy's neck as his thumb pressed down on the windpipe. "Let me explain this to you. Before either you, or I fall!" He shouted. "Hell is a trek to take. And only the warriors that show their passes to the keepers make it. There are no heroes left in this age but people are strong and go onward. No matter their beliefs! Max! You still need to grow. Those who throw themselves away...can't pass!" And with that, and his aura withering away due to Max's continuous blast, Mitha'lo pulled the boy's head closer and tightened his legs around Max. The golden eyed man roared like a lion before whipping his head back to bring it forward to crash against Max's own forehead. The tarnish golden hue which surrounded Mitha'lo was growing weakened to an almost welp-ish state. He was almost to the limit of his aura abilities. --- *Speed Reloaders (10 Bullets Each) - 1 Fire Dust Clips - 1 Wind Dust Clip - 1 Kinetic Dust Clip - 1 High Impact Round Clip * 2 Crystal Balls Max Chromium |
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Post by Max Chromium on Dec 15, 2016 20:39:57 GMT -6
Max couldn't believe it! Somehow after three large cannon blasts, Mit was still standing! Not only that but he had managed to wrap his legs to wrap around Max's own waist! As Max's cannons reverted back into their pistol form, Max had to use all of his concentration to hold onto them as Mit began to try and choke him. Max just listened silently as Mit began to lecture and scold him. Max on any normal day would have listened with baited breath but at the current moment as he was being choked out All Max could do was listen silently as his foe drained on and on. As he began to lose air as well as consciousness, Max's grip on his pistols failed and they ended up falling to the floor. Max just silently kicked himself for letting someone so full of themselves beat him. Despite being choked, Max just smiled weakly and managed to choke out two words. "Next..time."Max then just turned his eyes towards the crowds where he knew his parents,his girlfriend,the rest of his team and his friends were watching. He just kept his smile as long as he could until he slowly began to black out. Once the headbutt happened, it was over and all Max saw was darkness as he lost consciousness completely causing his muscles to relax completely. The last piece of movement his body did as he blacked out was a few ashamed tears for failing his friends. He had promised a victory but he ended up losing in his first fight. He would need to get stronger so that one day he could beat the man with the dark soul. Mitha'lo Asters |
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Post by Mitha'lo Asters on Dec 15, 2016 21:53:17 GMT -6
"Next time huh?" Mitha'lo replied. The older student released Max from his grasp. He removed his hand and stood up on his own two feet. The younger boy would start falling down as the events of the match caught up to him. Blood, exhaustion, recklessness, and unconsciousness over took the boy. Before he could hit against the floor Mitha'lo grabbed Max by his shirt collar to keep him up. "You are a young fool. Try to not be cocky next time. You have a wild personality and you need to tame yourself. You might do something in your lifetime." With a swift kick, Mitha'lo destroyed the ice which clung to his opponent.
Before a moment passed Mitha'lo called out for a medic team. Gently he put Max on the ground before placing a hand on the boy's chest. He made it appear as if he was checking for his pulse, however in truth he was attempting to us his semblance on Max's still frame. It was in vain as Max truly was left with no aura to speak of. "Hmm. Guess he really did go all out. Shame. Could have gotten something off him." Mitha'lo whispered to himself before standing up. His golden eyes gazed into the roaring crowd. There were calls of approval and screams of discontent. Some call the fight intense and amazing. Others thought Mit was too harsh and should be thrown out. "And yet we were the only ones to fight." The mutter was aimed at no one particular.
Mitha'lo looked into the crowds and upwards to the monitors. He found himself in the screens. Beaten up and worn out. Would his higher-up be seeing this? Did anyone with rank and title care about this sort of thing? The idea tickled Mit's brain while he collected his weapon and scraps of items. As the stretcher came for Max, Mitha'lo made his way to the exit with on at his side. A calm and humble air surrounded the man with two lives. As the crowd called out to the victor, the dark tunnel swallowed him whole. In the shadows he looked back to Max and narrowed his eyes. "That one might be trouble for the cause. Might have to keep tabs on all these freaks."
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Post by Engram on Dec 16, 2016 0:26:41 GMT -6
The match is over, Mitha'lo Asters moves on to the next round! Well done, you two! ^^ |
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