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Post by Sora Amranth on Feb 24, 2017 11:29:59 GMT -6
 - Danse Macabre - “A fool too late bewares when all the peril is past.”WORDS: 581 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Noir | NOTES: I think Sora is now out of commission for this fight. Least until she recovers from her hallucination. Either Sora was imagining things, or in the midst of her self-hypnotic state there was a split second of the upper-classman showing signs of pain. Whatever the case, it did cause the young girl to let off a sly smirk while exchanging blows with her opponent at hand. The choice of fighting style from the adversary felt acutely strange, however, and this was due to the man taking a more "tank-like" approach from many types of MMORPGS released in recent years. Whether it was mad or not was solely up to the young lass to determine; not that it mattered to Sora anyway all truth be said. In the moment of fighting within her semblance the girl felt a strange high as the rapid exchange of blows were taking place between the two. A high that could only be felt if Sora was already fading out from her weaponized state, and that began her downward spiral in combat.
While Sora was able to stand and fight toe to toe with the behemoth of a fighter who was a senior, she couldn't help but start feeling somewhat... sluggish. Through the rapid exchanging of punches Sora began losing her aura in high doses of quantity; thus leading to the rapid decay of the weaponized hypnosis Sora put herself in. The only lady ditch effort in order to make the pain last was to amp up the semblance of just for a split second in order to make the pain the upper-classman felt from Sora, linger. Using the lightning dust in it's final amount of usage, the young lady wrapped the lightning around her aura and launched it point blank to the abdominal section of her opponent.
While this would literally use up the last of Sora's aura, at the very least it should have pushed him back ever so slightly. In her mind, this was as intense training for get for anybody such as herself and Raven. Speaking of Raven, just as Sora was being overwhelmed by the senior's flurry of offensive strikes she saw him in the distance. Faint due to Sora just about fainting to be unconscious, but she saw him nonetheless. Forming a weapon of some kind in his hands, "No doubt about it... He's using his semblance now of all times." Sora could only mouth the words because she was too weak to even speak.
Mental fatigue started breaking in, and her line of sight grew very hazy. Maniacal laughter could be heard from the depths of her mind; what was supposed to be the upper-classman after receiving even the fatal bite to her lips (which made her slightly blush due to the dormant nature of violence inside her) as well as the gun shots to her chest and slashes on her body, was a blurry image of her horrid past. With what little energy she had left, Sora frantically sprawled away from her opponent. If one looked into her eyes, he or she can tell that Sora was suffering some form of hallucination and that she wasn't running from the adversary, but somebody or something else.
"G-get away!" Sora's raspy and tired voice horsed out. Fear seemed to completely overwhelm the young girl as a whole and almost immediately at that. Her past began haunting her anew, this was the first time Sora had felt the backlash of her own weapons state. She was definitely not ready for this mental trauma anew. Shin of GS + Adox |
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Post by Noir on Feb 24, 2017 23:21:37 GMT -6
 - Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”WORDS: 729 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Sora Amranth | NOTES: Light 'em up! A glint of amusement crossed Noir's eyes amidst the rage that blanketed the majority of his expression, the twisted satisfaction of being able to beat up an opponent flooding his body with adrenaline. He never relented, always pushing forward, and he could see his opponent liked to fight the same way. What he didn't fully get however, was the fact that Sora had been using her semblance. He undoubtedly felt the pain that it caused, but he was too focused on dealing out damage to assess what he was being dealt. All he knew was that with each hit, it hurt more, something he wasn't a fan of. Despite his near entire lack of expression that he was feeling the damage, the hit from the lighting right to his abdomen got a reaction, Noir taking a few steps back to deal with the hit. It hurt, a lot, but he quickly steeled his face as to not let his opponent get the satisfaction of knowing that it was a rough blow.
The satisfaction of seeing his opponent become fearful softened the blow for him in a sense, him not caring enough to figure out that it wasn't really him she was afraid of. All he saw was a scared little girl desperately trying to crawl he way out of a fight she was destined to loose. On top of that, there were two other things Noir wasn't aware of. The first was that Sora had used up her remaining aura with her last attack meaning that any damage he dealt would be felt to the full extent, and the other was that behind his back, a rather devistating attack was being hurled towards him. The only notification he had that the attack was being launched was the brief moment where he heard it whistling through the air. Turning to see what was causing the noise, he quickly tried to jump away, a fruitless effort by that point. The spear hit his side, the explosion sending him flying through the air. The heat of the explosion didn't really have any effect, but then again it wasn't the most dangerous part of the blast. As he finished his undesired flight through the air, Noir rolled across the ground, springing himself back up to his feet with relative ease. The blow was fierce, especially since it had blasted out directly from his side, but his aura helped to ease it a little.
He couldn't help but smile at the fact that Sora must have been caught up in the blast, Serves the little b*tch right. However, he didn't have much time to focus on her, nor did he really feel a need to at this point. He'd get in a few more hits when the battle was all said and done, but for now he needed to deal with the one that had landed that nasty hit. Sweeping the field with his eyes he spotted the brunette fighter, switching his swords back into gun mode. Aiming at the younger combatant, he began firing off the remaining rounds in the clip he had set, running forward to close distance as he did. What he did next though was something that he was rather well renowned for, but something that made his semblance seem to take on a whole new level of intensity. The radius of the column expanded in an instant, stretching from its initial fifty feet to nearly twice the size at ninety feet. As well, the already intense blue flames took on a new color, white. While maybe a softer looking color, the flames certainly got much hotter. The area in the flames seemed to be warped by the heat, making people look like bent figures. You could still make out the general location of someone, but hitting any specific part of them would've been a nightmare.
Noir assumed that this larger column of flame was big enough to engulf his opponent, something that could make or break going to this extreme. Even Noir, someone who had dealt with such flames before, found the heat excruciating, it taking a fair amount of willpower to keep his face from contorting in pain. This, however, was where he felt most at home, in a situation where both him and his opponent were forced to end things quickly, lest they both be burnt asunder.
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Post by Raven Clovis on Mar 5, 2017 2:22:11 GMT -6
Buddy you're a young man hard man,
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day!
 The spear had struck dead on target, though not the place he'd intended, but it served its purpose nonetheless. Though the mute had compensated for the wind, distance and the drop of the lance, his aim seemed to have been off course ever so slightly. The dangerous part of the spear wasn't the blade itself - no, far from it. The moment the spiral tip drove itself into his opponent, force was enough to set off an explosion on already volatile object overloaded with his own aura. The blast was enough to cover the entire field, powerful enough to leave an immense crater afterwards. He doubted that both Sora and his newly found opponent wouldn't get out of this particular attack unscathed, moreso towards the red-haired girl's part who did an excellent job being a distraction for the taller opponent. She was already damaged from the fight with him earlier, so it was very likely that she was more injured than the senior who she was fighting against. As the smoke settled in on the area, Raven mentally prepared himself for what was to come. It was likely that his opponent was still kicking after taking an attack like that. He could tell by the flames still be exuded out of the figure even from where he was, but like everything, it had its limit. Though, if his theory was indeed correct about his opponent, then it was likely that he would very soon hit his limits. Given the amount of range, the distance and the power of his semblance. It wouldn't be too long before this one began to resort to desperate measures. Raven, somewhat worn from his previous fight with Sora was cutting it close in terms of both aura and the amount of ammunition he had remaining. It wouldn't take too long for his opponent to get him down on his last legs. However, he wasn't going to back down without a fight. When the bullets began to whiz past him, Raven quickly rolled away and took cover. When he peeked out to get a better look at his opponent, the only thing he saw was wall of white quickly consuming everything in its path. The boy's eyes widened at the heat at his skin, but he knew enough that when the flames were indeed as hot as they were, they burnt in a bright pale color. The longer the fight dragged on, the mute began to realize his opponent was far more dangerous of an opponent than he'd previously thought. However, this was not the first time when he put his life in a danger. Without a doubt, it won't be too long before his enemy would come in for a close range combat and there was only one possible way for either of them to finish this. The only outcome at the end of it all would either by him, or that black-haired student standing. They've both fought with flames for their entire life. It molded them, shaped by them, and this was an ultimate test of their endurance. Realizing this, Raven jumped down from the building and charged on in, but not without some form of an opener. Digging through his combat pouch at his side, the boy held the only speed loader he had left for his weapon. Narrowing his eyes, he tossed it into the inferno to create a concussive explosion to open a path through the fire - as well as to stun Noir in the process for him to go in for the decisive blow. Even if the flames would quickly engulf him in the process, Raven had one plan trick to play up his sleeves. Forming the weapon in his mind in his hand, Raven dashed forth, as flames began to engulf him. His opponent was right in front, standing, his weapons at ready for him. As he got into the sphere of his opponent's influence, Raven soon began to feel the enormous heat overtaking his body. Painful as it might've been, it only added onto his rage, his desperation, his motivation to win this battle. Gritting his teeth, the boy kept his face contorting from the fire that consumed him whole, even going as far as biting the lower half of his lip to a point that it bled. It felt as though if he stayed any longer in this fire, he'd lose his mind from the pain. He fought against it, enduring it as much as his opponent was. Even as his aura desperately protected and healed him at the same time, Raven knew he wouldn't last forever. With his opponent in front of him, Raven put power in his arm and swung in a diagonal line towards his abdominal area with all the strength he could muster, followed by an additional punch from his Hellhound as he stepped in. He didn't want his opponent to use his chainsaw blades if he could help it, so he had to close as much distance as he could. If he could open up his guard, then... maybe, he could execute the last trick he had. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Noir on Mar 6, 2017 8:26:39 GMT -6
- Noir Charcon - “Victory is worth whatever cost it may come at, there is no hell worse than defeat”
WORDS: 524 | TAGS: Raven Clovis Sora Amranth | NOTES: Nom all the faces! Noir scowled when Raven took cover from the bullets, a smart move but still not one that he liked seeing from his opponent. He morphed his guns back into swords, deciding that if Raven continued to hide, he'd just have to get up close and personal himself. It appeared that it wouldn't be necessary for him to chase after his prey this time though, as he finally seemed to draw his opponent into a melee situation. His eyes lit up as Raven came rushing in, a sadistic smile sweeping his face. "Looks like someone finally decided to grow a pair!" He taunted, ecstatic to see his opponent coming in to try for some blows. He much preferred getting to smash his opponents personally instead of picking them off from a distance, you got to see the fear in their eyes this way.
Raven's concussion shot had a similar, albeit weaker effect as the previous blast. The heat didn't really hold up against the immense inferno that engulfed the two fighters, but the explosive force still made up for it. Noir staggered back a bit from the explosion, recovering in time to see the first punch from Raven coming in hard. Where most would reflexively bring up their defenses, Noir responded to the incoming blow with an attempted strike of his own, diagonal cross slashes directed towards his opponent, even being swung back in towards Noir to make sure that if Raven had gotten too close Noir'd at least be able to catch his opponent's back.
The hit he endured had hit hard, seemingly no defense provided to stop the incoming strike. The second punch landed in a similar manner, Noir once again offering up no resistance defensively, instead putting his effort into creating a continued offense. With the inward part of his cross slashes he attempted to force Raven right up to him, trying to pin the boy. If he wanted to get close, then by all means he'd let the kid get real close.
If successful in pinning him, he'd press his blades as hard as he could into Raven's back to make sure he couldn't move away. Of course, just holding him there and letting the spinning spikes drag across his opponent's back wouldn't be enough for him, so with a devilish grin he'd bring his knee up hard, aiming for where the sun don't shine. He'd follow this up by bringing his head down, turning his head sideways as his mouth would open wide. He'd bring his fangs shut, trying to bite across Raven's face at eye level.
If he wasn't successful in getting the pin, he'd follow up with additional slashes, uncrossing his arms low from the previous attempt to try and hit his opponent's legs. He'd quickly follow up with a kick aimed for the left shin, toe blade out as he did. He'd then follow with a sharp left elbow seeking the jaw, a kick from the opposite leg aimed for the right side soon following. This would be punctuated by another attempted slash going for the left shoulder which would be mirrored immediately after on the right.
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