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Post by Raven Clovis on Feb 14, 2017 21:30:45 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
 Desperately gasping for air, the brunette continuously dodged the deathly sting of his opponent's spear soaring through the air left and right. While this wasn't Raven's first time fighting against someone who had an exceptionally longer range advantage than he did in terms of close-combat weaponry, but to think that someone like her to give him a hard time of all people was something that he never expected. He never thought that her bladed lance could extend up to such ranges to a point that he'd never be able to close in on her. Even though the mute quickly blocked and parried the relentless assault as they came, the spear seemed to come back in wide, powerful arcing strikes that kept him away and bit him where his defenses were the weakest. Though he attempted to use the Hellhound's concussive rounds earlier, her flowing form left him no room for a breather to step out of range, take aim and fire. In essence, his opponent was like an unstoppable cyclone of steel. As far as he could tell, the girl's spear seemed to be able to change forms. Thus far, he'd seen two abilities out of it over the course of the battle, one, a lance and two, a strange mix of spear and an odd scything weapon attached to series of chains like a whip. It was odd, but it definitely had been giving him a run for his money. Block it in a wrong angle, and he knew he could definitely take a type of blow that'd easily take him out of commission. Raven had previously seen what she could do with that weapon after watching her spar with the students. While he couldn't say for himself that he was a best fighter, but it took a lot to impress the the mute, and this girl was doing it in strides. For the first time in a while, Raven found himself being on the defensive.
For the first time in a while, he was being pushed back. <"Shi-!">Another blow. And Raven threw forth the 'Hound'. The beaten metal knuckles smashed against the edge of the spear, quickly recoiling it backwards. However, as he'd suspected, the girl came in for an another attack, a spin - perhaps to build more momentum behind her strikes. She perhaps might've thought all it took was a single, powerful blow to break his defenses, but how wrong she was. When she showed her back to him, the mute already had the opening that he needed and quickly closed in on her at a blink of an eye. When she turned, all she'd see would be a large, obsidian object glowing angrily in red and orange being thrown in her direction. By the time she'd realized what was happening, his fist connected on her face. The spiked knuckles made contact against the aura, but that was not the end. The impact itself served as the trigger, causing series of volatile chain reactions in his arm to create an explosion. As the angry ball of fire consumed her, she was pushed back, Raven followed suit, tightly locking his arms around his body to make himself a small of a target as possible. Before she could even use the spear to keep herself from entering his sphere of influence, Raven was already on top of her, unleashing a torrent of fists like bullets, raining it down on her, and before long, she'd begin to realize why he was known to be such a viscous fighter among Freshmen. The brunette was relentless in his assault, plowing through whatever defenses she made. The continual onslaught of explosions that were being generated from the 'Hellhound', and the 'Hound's' shockwaves made dents in her feeble fortifications that shouldn't have been impossible to get through normally. Unless she was able to fall back to her aura, and use it, she would quickly find herself overwhelmed by the rain of steel fists coming down on her ever mercilessly. As desperate as she might've been looking, the boy was not willing to let her recover. He'd continue, he'd continue until she broke, until she was on her knees, prostrated before him, defeated, all form of will broken. He won't stop. No.
He will not stop. <"I'm putting an end to this.">Suddenly, the boy's hair turned white, the aura that exuded out of him seemed to cause the very air surrounding him to rumble and shake. Revealing the handle for the Hellhound, Raven cocked it back and slammed the black steel into the center of her solar plexus, incorporating his aura behind his devastating blow to ensure that the maximum amount of velocity and impact would devastate her long enough for the transformation to take place. The plates opened, and from it, gouts of angry inferno shot out as he began to soar through the air like a terrible missile, plowing and smashing through every single objects and obstacles in front of him, using his opponent as his shield to do it. By the time it was over, they were on the senior year's training grounds and the explosion that rocked the place after resulted in a large crater, as well as a thick, black smog that rose out of it. However, Raven cared not where he was. He simply wanted to defeat her. His enemy. His opponent. And single-mindedly, like a machine, he approached her and would attempt to grab her to make her stand back up. That is, unless she admitted her loss. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Sora Amranth on Feb 15, 2017 21:29:55 GMT -6
 - Danse Macabre - “A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.”WORDS: 625 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Noir | NOTES: Notes go here. "Gah!"
The instantaneous scream of a young female student who has lost control over the concert scenario at hand due to a seemingly careless decision while maintaining the upperhand of this fight against another student who is mute. Raven began this young woman the much more merciless side of him after taking a wrong choice in spinning around to build momentum after her weapon had been parried. Events leading up to this shift in advantage are what led Sora to this current predicament, and one cannot blame her in a sense.
It began with the brunette haired boy and the young lass beginning their confrontation on some so to say, hot blooded introductions. Starting off with some combat against other students before the current opponent came in, Sora was practically on a streak and not many other hunters in training were able to withstand the continual multi-range attacks and tactics that the lass was able to pull off. Enter Raven, somebody who seemed brash and rather confident in his innate ability to fight against grimm, and students as well. The initial introduction was rather awkward when she had found out that the boy could not speak as he was mute and used his scroll for communication.
Small talk took place and was over as soon as it began; the intense fighting began with Sora attacking from a short-mid distance using her dual edged lance to land quick and efficient blows that varied in style. The girl furthermore opened the slight gap between them as fighters when she began using the Kusinagi form of Amranth Regalia. It almost felt as if for the first time in a while Raven felt as if he was being pushed to the defensive side. In that moment where Sora felt as if she maintained the advantage for a decent time frame is when the fatal mistake of arrogance came into play.
That spiked punch by the adversary in the moment of contact was immediately followed by what seemed to be an explosion that practically had Sora go on the defensive immediately. The roles were switched between fighters and almost felt that this could be a comeback type of victory. Sora wasn't about to allow the barrage of explosions hold her down for much longer, however. Raven had begun using his aura, and that stated to the lass she should begin using hers as well.
"Maybe I need to start stepping up."
She will fight back with the same force, or more.
A pitch black aura began forming around the girl. The feeling of loneliness melded in conjunction with Raven's violent aura and created a scenery that emulated more sadness and strife in each of the two students and indirectly told their life story in a way that most others cannot comprehend. Sora was able to utilize her aura so that she maneuver past the gouts of bullets with minor burns and scars to add onto her past wounds, and also grab her weapon in the process.
By the time Sora had defended herself from the entire swarm of debris that flew at her due to her opponent's actions, they indeed arrived in what seemed to be the training area for the seniors of Vytal Academy. The lass couldn't help by smile despite having scratches and blood seeping out from those said wounds. Sora was thoroughly enjoying this fight, and oh how so bad does this girl want to win. All for the sake of being able to confront her past. The young girl just didn't seem like she would fall victim to Raven at the moment. Nor did she plan on losing at all.
"Ideals can be flawed at times, and others a truth could just simply be another's ideals." Shin of GS + Adox & |
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Post by Noir on Feb 15, 2017 23:37:57 GMT -6
 - Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 822 | TAGS:Raven Clovis Sora Amranth | NOTES: Apologies for the rather poor quality of the combat portion, it'll be better once he is properly incorporated in the battle Unlike the hectic training field that the freshmen were in, the senior grounds were full of purposeful practice. While the new students plunged headfirst into combat due to the adrenaline rush of having just arrived at the academy, the senior students opted for a more controlled training routine, often working on fundamentals and combination strikes instead of blind combat. While there were a few sparring matches going on between seniors, they had purpose. Some were to settle scores or deals, some were simply to have a fun match between friends, though many were merely battles that took place because there was only so much one could use a dummy to practice for.
In the field however, there was a spot occupied by a single person, a generous radius of space left between the person at its center and the small crowd that looked onward. It was an unspoken rule to never interrupt that person in particular while they trained, though if one saw the result of interfering they wouldn't need any rules to justify keeping their distance. Said person who was shown this much caution and fear, was Noir.
A monster of a man, Noir had a few very distinctive traits about him, the two most immediate ones being his height and his hair. Noir loomed over many he came across, sitting at a huge 6'10". His black hair flowed all the way down to the ground, creating a shadowy veil down his back. More striking however was a few key features of his mouth, his teeth and tongue. His teeth were more like fangs, sharp and deadly, and his tongue was forked like a snake's. Neither of these were natural however, the forking of the tongue being done by Noir himself while the teeth were done through surgery. Other than that there was his sharp red eyes that contrasted against his ghastly white skin. He wore an open leather jacket that had matching pants and boots, all of the pieces being black.
Despite his rather intimidating stature, that wasn't why people kept their distance. He was extremely irritable, to the point where the last person to step in on his training ended up in a one sided battle that ended with his aura depleted and a nasty wound on his leg. So, when two freshmen crashed into the area where Noir had been training, most of the crowd that had been watching him dispersed.
As for why he even had a crowd around him in the first place, Noir was known to be rather extreme with his training, so people would watch to see what fresh hell he put his body through to get stronger. Today's spectacle was weighted metal bands around his wrist and ankles that each weighed a good forty pounds each. Despite the weight though, his movements as he wailed on a dummy were smooth, as if the weights did nothing to impair him whatsoever.
Back to the present though, the weighted bands snapped off at the press of a button and Noir turned to face the two combatants who had strayed a little to close for comfort. He took a second to look at the state they were in, it seemed like they had been fighting for a bit already. It didn't matter to him though, they would soon regret pushing their fight so close to him.
Without warning, Noir flicked his semblance on, an intense blue flame blanketing the area stretching out at a fifty foot radius from Noir. The ground instantly began to scorch as the intense heat of the flames burned everything it touched. "Alright, looks like I've got some volunteers for training partners!" He sneered, turning himself to properly face the two. The blue flames licked around the three, Noir properly preparing his weapons before setting his sights on his target, Sora.
The spiked belts of his swords revved up, and quickly the whirling tracks were being brought down towards her, one sword aiming high while the other swept in from the right. Each slash of his weapon had a powerful force behind it, and even without that any contact made by the razor sharp spikes would be devastating if there wasn't any armor or aura to block the full effects. He kept up this pattern of strikes, never aiming the two swords at the same place or having them swing from the same angle making the formation of an effective defense very difficult. After a number of attacks he switched targets to Raven, performing a similar set of strikes. The blazing inferno that surrounded them continued to rage on as Noir unleashed the wrath of his blows, not holding anything back regardless of the fact he was fighting freshmen. To any sane person, this sudden onslaught simply over an interrupted training session was madness, and they would be right. However, that didn't change the fact that such madness was happening right now.
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Post by Raven Clovis on Feb 18, 2017 7:20:11 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
After taking all the beating that she'd taken out of him, the red-haired opponent was still yet willing to stand. The brunette stopped in his tracks, his golden eyes staring at her in an anticipation of what she might do next. The moment the girl was about to ready her spear once again, Raven noted to himself to charge in without any form of hesitation. From his previous experiences, the users of longer-range weapons had their advantage taken away the moment that they didn't have the space to use it. The mute thrived in such spaces, arguably the most intimidating and dangerous places in combat. All animals - including all humans and faunus' alike were inherently afraid of getting hurt, and it wasn't an exception for Sora. She'd do well to keep him away, to keep him from entering her space. And Raven would never again give her that chance.Before either she, or Raven could prepare their weapons to finish their brawl, a stranger - rather a third party decided to join in the fight. Normally, such things were preposterous. When a spar, especially in one-on-one situations, there were no interventions from any other students except the parties involved. Especially someone who happened to be from an upper class. His face twisted in anger as he saw this, the way this - dark-haired giant of a student attacked his prey like that. The crimson-haired girl was his prey, and his alone. However, with the flames erupting out of the man intensifying, he knew much better than to jump in recklessly. In fact, he couldn't approach him at all. As he noticed subtle movements within the flames, Raven knew Sora had probably already been engulfed by the hellpyre. If it weren't for the fire, he would've gone in to save her - get her out, but he'd only be hurt in the process. Before he made his plan of escape, the man was approaching him. The mute's eyes widened, he noticed the way the student was looking at him with predatory eyes within the wall of inferno that surrounded him. The moment he entered, he was going to not only be dealing with the burns, but also these weapons that he held. However, despite, what the student might've thought, Raven would not let himself fall victim to his strikes that easily. Shooting a shockwave round into the ground, Raven created a form of a pseudo smoke screen to make his opponent lose sight of him. This also let himself fly, and land on of the watch towers that the training grounds had in order to gain a much better view of his opponent - as well as this strange column of fire he was ejecting out of the ground. If he was going to take this enemy on, he needed a different strategy, a plan - and perhaps even gain a form of cooperation out of the girl if needed be, that is if she was still yet conscious after the merciless onslaught of the black-haired senior. <"These flames.... they stretch almost endlessly in a vertical manner. This is simply too big and large to just be generated from the Dust-application alone unless in large quantities. Could this be his semblance? It's clear from looking at the surroundings that it burns everything that it touches. I can't just approach him head on like that. If he could generate it, then it is likely he could just as easily turn it off."> The boy's eyes narrowed, <"If he does somehow manage to hurt himself in the process, then I'll need to buy myself some time until he can no longer use it. I didn't see his swords yet, but he does seem to count on being close to his opponents like I do. Whatever the case may be, I need to win in a long-range exchange. Can the concussion shots go through?">
Putting himself at a prone, Raven stretched his prosthetic in front of him and shot series of concussion shots into his opponent's direction. If anything, it was to see and serve if it could somehow go through it. If it didn't, the young hunter already had a backup plan being worked out in his head. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Sora Amranth on Feb 19, 2017 19:33:19 GMT -6
- Danse Macabre - “A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.”WORDS: 707 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Noir | NOTES: Notes go here. Sora's little statement from earlier is somehow true by almost any standards, however, that doesn't always mean another would be in wrong. It's simply a matter of perspective as just about any experienced hunter or even professional in any field would say. Sora kept going with her initial assault and would eventually let herself get into what appeared Raven's specialty in fighting, or even hunting in general: Close Quarters Combat. Something felt amiss as the two were charging into each other; just after Sora was successful in re-obtaining her Amranth Regalia another individual decided to enter this little quarrel the two young hunters in training were having.
Under normal circumstances Sora would not have any sort of problem against this action, but this little bickering was something personal in a way for the girl. She did not want any interference from anybody this time around despite her earlier injuries that still leave the lass gaping for a little extra air to recover more quickly. Sora required the extra air not primarily for recovery, but rather to enter her specialty as well that matches Raven. It just so happened to be close range combat as well for this girl. Plans were immediately interrupted by this upper-classman's actions in which included not only turning a type of blind rage towards the two, but most of this violence that emitted from her senior was being directed straight towards Sora in that moment.
'Volunteers? Does he mean Raven and I?'
The individual whom was unknown to both Sora and Raven by name began a relentless assault that seemed to be much more precise than that of Raven's manslaughtering physical techniques that comprised more of his fists and built in rifle function; a strange type of wired swords made their way towards Sora from two different angles and normally guarantee a decisive blow if left unchecked or if unable to block, or parry them. Sora was lucky and definitely felt somewhat relieved from the stroke of luck she felt when her lance form weapon could block and parry from two different angles when used correctly.
For the majority part of the barrage Sora was able to parry, if not block the precise strikes. Though inexperienced in terms of planning and executing actions steps ahead as well as manipulating others to do a certain action, she was not a slouch in terms of raw combat and could perform magnificently against most individuals. This man was different, at the very end of the barrage those attacks seemed to change patterns abruptly and scored two direct slashes on the left thigh and just above the right side of Sora's hip. This action felt very similar, if not emulating something that occurred in the young lady's past. "Damn it!" The moment the young girl had been downed, her opponent shifted targets to Raven who miraculously was outside of that circular pillar of blue flames.
'Blues flames? Those aren't normal, because fire for dust is... Red! That can't be... This man has the destructive semblance to create a fiery field like this?!' Sora's thought-processing managed to piece together the little bit of information she knew immediately after all that had transpired. This knowledge and conclusion was only possible because her parents work and own a branch of a dust company here in Vytal. There is no logical sense in fire being blue unless it had to a special ability, or semblance.
'Raven....' Sora thought, she knew that her original opponent was now in deep trouble if this conclusion was actually correct. 'I gotta help him!' Immediately following that thought, the girl's aura glowed pitch black and began reacting with the dust crystals on her gloves. From her current kneeling position, Sora used the crystals to launch lightning projectiles while this man's back was turned. It was really her only way to fight back for the moment as well as the most effective way to tell Raven that it would be wise to partner up and take him down together.
Somethimg felt strange, however, Sora felt that she was reliving something she wasn't supposed to. A subconscious fear started welling up inside, and it would only affect her sooner than later. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Noir on Feb 19, 2017 21:00:17 GMT -6
- Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 592 | TAGS:Raven Clovis Sora Amranth | NOTES: All aboard the pain train! Choo choo! Noir was surprised that Sora was capable of parrying most of his strikes, especially since she was just a girl, but that wasn't to be mixed with being impressed. He wasn't always the most cunning fighter, tending to go for more powerful blows, but he certainly wasn't a pushover when it came to raw power himself. His scowl deepend when Raven took off, not liking how the little kid ran away the moment they saw a real challenge. The smokescreen was particularly annoying, and as he tried to find his target through the smoke he felt something zap his back. His head quickly turned to look back at Sora, a rage as intense as the flames around him burning in his eyes.
"Alright b*tch, looks like you're ready for round two!" He roared at her, disregarding Raven for a moment. Of course, that had to be the moment the concussive shots came flying in. True, the heat didn't really have an impact considering the situation, but the blasts were another story. Noir doubled over from the force, planting his feet firmly into the charred ground to keep from being thrown by the shots. If it weren't for the fact that Sora was the closer target he might have fought Raven, but since he preferred close range over gunning he kept his focus on Sora. He bolted at her, swords revved up as the spike spun across each of the surfaces they were held on. He disregarded his previous tactic of trying to hit multiple spots in favor of rapid strikes. The two blades went for a blow to her right side, quickly followed by a kick to her lower left leg. A blade had popped out of his boot during the kick, the metal being coated in a slight toxin meant to cause stiffness in the muscles. The kick was followed by a set of staggered strikes from the swords, a slice at her left shoulder followed by a slash upwards from her right knee to her left shoulder, a downwards smash towards the head, a jab at her stomach, a quick side step to her right followed by a sweeping kick aimed at the back of her right knee with the boot's blade extended. The flow of attacks was smooth and unrelenting, the attacks overlapping slightly to keep up a wall of strikes.
He jumped away from Sora, not wanting to let Raven fly off so easily. His swords quickly began to shift, a sickening grind that suggested that the parts were too tight sounding as the swords turned into what appeared to be rifles. The reason for the grinding noise was rather simple, the metal was expanding slightly in the heat. He quickly reached into his jacket and loaded a clip of bullets into each of the rifles, his eyes darting around to narrow in on his target. Once spotted, he started to fire off rounds. The kinetic bullets soared through the air towards their target much faster than an average bullet would, meaning an impact was bound to be much greater than a standard bullet as well. His aim accounting for attempts to dodge after the first two bullets were fired, he proceeded to empty out the clips, meaning twenty of the rounds were launched off at Raven. There was little time between each shot thanks to the use of two weapons, and with Noir accounting and reacting to dodging patterns, a mix up in dodging technique would be crucial if Raven wanted to keep from being continuously pelted.
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Post by Raven Clovis on Feb 20, 2017 1:28:46 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
The young hunter clicked his tongue and stopped firing as his foe moved onto the red-haired girl. If he were to fire it any more in their direction, it was likely that she too would get caught by the explosion. For the time being, his golden eyes took in the dark-haired one's style. He was particularly aggressive about the way he approached his opponent, especially towards Sora. This one seemed to be focused on using the raw strength, and speed of his strikes to mow down his foes. It wasn't to say that he never saw those fighters before, but the students on the academy always brought something new to the table that kept the boy on his toes. Like that column of inferno that the black-haired senior exuding, for example. It was an intimidating sight to see, but his foe was no invincible and his concussion shots did the work as he'd expected - though the flames seemed to have been slightly doused hotter fire, but the explosion seemed to did its work nonetheless. By the time the black-haired, chainsaw-wielding foe turned his predatory attention to Raven, his eyes widened as he witnessed the transformation before his eyes. When the boy watched the weapons turn into a pair of rifles, he quickly spread his weapon out before him, only to realize that the canister was empty. No more shots. He needed to reload. A grim realization took place as the boy began to frantically reload his weapon, but his foe was much faster in reaction. Almost immediately, as to take advantage of this situation, his opponent opened fire. The bullets grazed past him, one hit him on the side, causing him to double back from the force, as well as the blinding pain that took over him. Thankfully, the higher grounded provided much needed cover for the boy to realize how bad the wound was, and treat it. The bullet had gone straight through him, thankfully. He wasn't a doctor, but it certainly didn't hit any of his vitals to kill him right off the bat. With bullets whizzing past the air, Raven loaded the canister into his arm and let out a small burst of flames from the forehand before slamming it down onto his wound to keep himself from bleeding out, effectively cauterizing the gaping injury. Raven nearly found himself blacking out from that one, though he was fully prepared for it. Thankfully, the boy's lack of vocal cord kept him silent and his enemy wouldn't quite know the kind of wound he'd placed. However, he couldn't stay here long, the bullets seemed to eating away at the concrete, biting its weak points and quickly disintegrating whatever fortifications the boy had against the rain of death being poured out on him. One of the bullets actually managed go through and graze past his arm. Covered in scratches and debris of concrete, the boy jumped down from the tower and latched himself against the wall. <"Damn it, the training grounds lack any form of cover. This is mostly an open ground save for a few trees here and there, but they are not going to put up much of resistance when these things can go through concrete."> Breaking open the Hound, Raven checked its revolving chambers which contained series of bullets: Three shots, he counted. And he had 1 more speed loader to reload the shockwave rounds the gauntlet, and no canisters left for the Hellhound. However, a Clovis was never without a thought-out plan. If this was going to work, Sora was going to have serve as a distraction for now whether she liked it or not. They might've been enemies earlier, but they had a common threat that they were dealing with and one that was obviously wanting to boast his superiority. It was time to take that arrogance down a notch, but to do this, Sora needed to stay on their opponent. Full contact. Hoping that she'd do this, Raven quickly began to retreat, firing off a shockwave to help him gain more distance between him and his opponent. The black-haired one didn't have any mobile options, so catching up with him was going to be difficult until he had ran out of ammunition, but no doubt he was going to put fire on him while he made his getaway. Thus, the fighter fired off another shockwave to further himself as well to create a smokescreen to provide a sort of visual cover that the trees couldn't. If this was successful, then he could easily get on top of the sophomore's training grounds and prop himself on one of the buildings to himself in a much better position. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Sora Amranth on Feb 20, 2017 22:34:08 GMT -6
- Danse Macabre - “A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.”WORDS: 529 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Noir | NOTES: This brawl between the lady and the beast is essentially inevitable. For some weird reason Sora noticed that this upper-classman was much more aggressive than anybody else she has currently fought against. Needless to say of course, that still didn't explain the reason why the young girl felt this tremor of fear welling up from within. In this moment, Sora did not pay much heed to this feeling as she was fighting this unknown individual in mutual partnership with Raven; the objective was to subdue their common foe so that the two mayreturn to combat against one another. Whether or not the two freshmen combined could pull off such a feat against what seemed to a machine for raw and merciless combat, was entirely up to how well Sora and Raven could coordinate without actual words.
Sora managed to score a pretty nice hit on the senior fighter on his back, yet the actual lightning ranged attack did not seem to do anything to hurt or slow down his movements but any means. Instead, the man looked Sora with such rage in his eyes it almost felt like fire was emitting from even there. That intense glare followed by his words which happened to mention something about round two. This statement triggered some type of memory in Sora's mind, which in hindsight changed her emotion from semi-fear to something akin of what get opponent felt: rage. "You bet I'm ready." Those words seemed to come out a growl almost, just before Sora instinctively turned on her pitch black aura and semblance in order to fight back.
Weaponized, Sora's semblance is one that places the girl under a type of trance, or hypnosis. A kind that allows the user to enter a state of mind that is free from all things as a whole and experiences inner-peace; Sora just entered that very state as the aura grew thinner and more concentrated around her body. Devoid of even the ability to speak, the lass seemed to be in a state similar to Raven and actually puts her into his shoes and perspective.
Every strike that was meant to inflict some type of grievous wound was met by Sora's Amranth Regalia in terms of weaponry combat. As for the physical blows, while being able to at least parry off some of them Sora could not defend against all of them and was inevitably hit by the spiked boot. The girl's lower left leg seemed feel a little numb, but Sora being in her trance paid no heed as it should still be functional during the time frame her semblance remained active. Sora fought back with a flurry of kicks and well placed palm strikes that also included fingertips in varying attacks.
In conjunction with all of this, the young lass also utilized her lightning dust coated gloves to emit palm thrusts and strikes similar to a thousand chirping birds; fire also surrounded the young lady's foot to shin area to show that she wouldn't go down without a damn good fight. Many projectile attacks are mixed into this barrage of attacks in order to attempt dealing more damage to this adversary. Of course, Sora is acting on instinct and is unknowingly playing the "decoy" role for what her temporary partner seems to be plotting. If things go well, then Sora should be on almost even grounds with her senior despite taking some blows. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Noir on Feb 21, 2017 1:32:29 GMT -6
- Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 581 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Sora Amranth | NOTES: Closest thing to a kiss she'll get from him for a long time. Noir snarled in likeness of a true monster as the target of his shots took cover, but nonetheless he let himself empty those clips in hopes of breaking through the cover. Just as he finished loading up the next clip, his view of his opponent was blocked by yet another smokescreen caused by Raven. "Damn it, again! You coward!" He yelled out, trying to find Raven's figure through the smoke. His attempt was sidetracked however as Sora moved onto the offensive, causing him to need to redirect his focus back to the pesky girl. He defense was impressive, but now it was time to see what her offense was like. He switched his guns back into sword mode, ready to rumble.
Despite the normal reaction to such attacks being to block, Noir did no such thing. Whenever she launched a kick he would send one of his swords to strike her chest, and whenever she went for a palm strike he'd go for her waist. There wasn't a single attempt to block or parry her strikes, and instead he'd use her opened form to try an score a hit of his own. He kept himself grounded with his feet, not risking any kicks that would leave him off balance. While this made it appear as if he was just tanking each of the strikes coming his way, the truth of the matter was that he felt each blow and all that came with it. The lightning was especially painful, though regardless he continued his odd form of counter attack as if he wasn't being fazed at all. The only tell would be the occasional grimace that swept his face for a split second before being overtaken by his enraged expression.
Feeling confident in how his counter strikes were going, Noir began to try and push Sora back again. He aimed two low strikes with his blades, aiming for the thighs of both her legs, but that was just a decoy. His real attack came right at her face, her lips in fact. Opening his jaws to reveal his fang-like teeth, he aimed to bite right across Sora's mouth, both to deal some unexpected damage as well as attempt to get on her nerves by performing the combat equivalent of a kiss. Pulling back from the strike, he quickly spun his swords away from their initial targets to have the right one aim at Sora's weapon. He wanted to see if he could knock it clean away from her, something that would provide a massive advantage to him if it worked. Regardless of the result his left sword swung for her arm, his foot following up for a firm kick up directly between the legs with the spike still out. This was followed with a diagonal slash downwards seeking to run from her left shoulder to her right knee, an attack which would then be mirrored by his other blade as a consecutive strike. He then went for a thrust right to her stomach, and while his sword was doing that the other one transformed into gun mode. As he had finished loading up the next clip before he began this exchange with Sora, he wasted no time in firing off a round at point blank aimed directly at her right knee, a second shot seeking the left one immediately after. A third shot was then aimed at her chest which was then quickly followed by a sword slash to the side. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Raven Clovis on Feb 21, 2017 8:27:00 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
Coward. Let this enraged black-haired beast of a person who decided to intervene in a fight between two freshman maybe looking to get an easy win actually had the galls to call him as such. The smaller brunette let a small smirk form on his stern features as he managed to lose the sight of his enemy within the thick smoke screen he had managed to create during his escape. Just as he'd suspected earlier, his opponent didn't seem to have a whole lot of options in terms of mobility, or perhaps this one thought that the mute decided to run away on purpose simply out of sheer cowardice. Whatever his thoughts might've been at the time during his brief chase, it was more important that he lost him. With the red-haired girl keeping the other fighter busy and on his toes, the mute quickly made his way into a separate building that he picked out. After running up several levels of stairways, and climbing over a few ladders to get on top of the structure, the boy managed to get a much better view of the battlefield, more so than before. Down below, Sora and Noir were fighting, two interlocked in what looked like a savage waltz and the girl was doing her best to keep the beast blinded by rage at bay. Good. Given where he was, it was quite likely that Raven hadn't entered their visuals just yet, let alone, what he was about to do. And that, was exactly what the boy was counting on, but this was a tactic that he never employed on the battlefield. However, desperate times did call for desperate measures. This was the time. Raven closed his eyes, reached into the deep recess of his soul, furthest into the abyss of his heart. It pulsated, lit with life, like fire burning with infinite heat in a forge. Those very flames that made his soul began to spread through his body, changing him, transforming him, molding him. His hair turned pale white in an instant, his eyes changed color to crimson, and his will of steel made itself manifest in his hand. It became a sword, a lance, an axe, scythe, and among many other things. It continued to shift and malformed, shattering and forming itself over and over. This wasn't what he needed. He needed something to fly through the air, like a large bullet. He spread his hand forward. A large lance, no, it was more like two spiraling blades that were coiling up together in a large helix to form its hideous appearance, leaving a two-pronged blades towards the end. However, this would do for now. Raven narrowed his eyes with a venomous intent, his ruby eyes were set on the target in a faraway distance, his legs spread evenly and as he drew back on his newly formed weapon. As he did so, the lance seemed to coil itself even further, the twin-pronged blades were no longer existent to make itself more aerodynamic for its flight. Then, with his rage becoming concentrated into his weapon, the weapon seemed to almost burn and crackle in power as it glowed in an angry crimson. The air around him rumbled, pulsated, and the weapon simply threatened to explode should he not release its pent up rage, thirsting for the blood of its victims. But he did release it. A single moment of power, combined with the shockwave round of his Hound gauntlet, the spear soared through the air, twisting the very space around it, distorting it like a drill tearing into the fabric. At that very moment, the ominous light of red engulfed the entire training grounds and as it closed in on the two fighters with nothing but unadulterated raw rage and power screaming for absolute obliteration. This was the very crystallization of Raven's soul, what made him who he was. One that Sora and Noir had failed to see until now. Seconds before impact, all air in the area seemed to gather around to the spear, rumbled and shook like a mother about to give birth. At the end of it all, its end result was no less than devastating. The moment the crimson spear made contact against a surface, which was overcharged with Raven's soul simply exploded. The earth tore itself asunder as an explosion in a shape of a large cross overtook the entire senior training grounds. By the time the explosion cleared, the field was simply scorched, burnt and destroyed all over. Raven, of course, well expected both of them to be quite hurt at the end of it all, Noir somewhat less so considering he was the latest participant. Regardless, the damage done by the absolute destruction should've been quite devastating to the Senior. If he was still standing, and not willing to back down after all that....
Well, there was more than where that came from. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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