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Post by Ciela Azurios on Mar 15, 2017 19:54:36 GMT -6
She nodded, running through the list in her head to try and remember which patterns Four and Seven were. The list had been a fairly recent addition to their partner dynamic, and she'd had to make a concerted effort to memorize the list quickly, before they got into a fight and he called out a pattern and she would have no idea what Argent was talking about and then she'd feel bad and maybe someone would get hurt but mostly she'd feel bad... She shook her head, trying to focus on the task at hand. She refocused just in time to watch Professor Meidio throw a chain out to stop the senior from clocking Zaffre in the face. When Zaff said they had bad blood... she didn't know it was like "I will try to murder you publicly in an exhibition match" bad. She thought it was more like "I won't talk to you unless I have to" bad.
She turned back to see Argent's attack get deflected by the chain and thrown off course. That made it look a lot like Pattern Four had failed... she ran some quick calculations in her head. Flat terrain, no cover, sky obstacles, wait no she couldn't fly no reason to account for those. She hadn't pulled her wings off yet, so that also limited her amount of weapon maneuvers. In the end, she really only had one move. She used her small stature to her advantage and started running, moving around behind Argent and using a quick flap of her wings to boost her up onto his shoulders, boosting off of them again to drop toward Professor Meidio, sharp edges of her wings pointed down. |
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Post by Xanthia on Mar 15, 2017 22:32:49 GMT -6
School of Hard Knocks And there's the one she wanted to see in action the most. She had never seen a weapon quite like that one and she was really looking forward to Ciela's determination to prove people she didn't need to rely on Dust to fight. The move was impressive for freshmen and well executed. But an Aerial assault on an opponent that sees it happening in front of him is often easily blocked or dodged since you have limited maneuverability in midair. Xanthia thrust her forearm upward meeting the wing-blades with Smile's shaft. Xanthia began gently falling backwards, smiling at her student the whole way. During her fall she gently put her foot on Ciela's stomach and pushed hard as soon as she rolled to the ground to throw the pink-haired girl behind her. She wanted to fly, let's let her stay in the air a bit longer. Xan finished the moved by using the momentum to continue rolling all the way on her back, put her free hand on the ground and pushed to lift herself and flip back on her feet. She jumped sideways again to keep Ciela to her right, Argent un front of her and Vanessa, Stanislav and Zaffre to her left.
"One of your partners is in trouble, don't write it off because it's only an exercice."
She quickly fished in her pocket and produced another piece of chalk that she threw at a girl that was happily dozing off in the third row. Hitting the wall right by her head. She woke up, startled and fell off her chair. They'll learn that they won't be able to pull a fast one in her class. This was her domain, her kingdom, and she had eyes everywhere. |
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Post by Vanessa Santaroza on Mar 16, 2017 0:35:24 GMT -6
Vanessa simply huffed as her strike was deflected easily by Stan. Even if it was a cautious one, it still made her feel weak. But that thought was quickly blurted out of her mind, being replaced with another one as she looked at Zaffre being brutally attacked by the titan. She felt a bit sad for him, even if he was a tad weird. And at the same time, felt fear to actually attack Stan, because in that state of mind, she didn't really know what he was capable of. And the two, even if all their peculiarities, were seen as friends to Vanessa, and she didn't want to actually have to hurt one to protect the other. But then, she finally remembered why she was here in the first place. To learn how to protect people. To overcome her fears and become the best huntress there ever was. And she definetly wanted that to stop. Now. It was supposed to be a learning time for all, and instead, they are hurting each other for real. That made her a bit frustrated at them both, and it made her take a deep breath. Attacking either of the two wasn't really a option, so she had to do something else. Then her wonky head finally worked fine for once and she was reminded that her semblance wasn't actually forbidden, so she had the freedom to use it. And so she did, with haste. She ran towards the two, standing right in the middle of the two, before slamming the ground with a fist, before a wave of turquoise aura started t surround her body, before finally expanding into a dome large enough to separate the two. WORDS: XXX
TAGS: @tag
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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 21, 2017 3:31:56 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
Stanislav was chomping at the bit, enraged, he wanted to punch the floor until his cloth wraps were broken up, so he could feel his knuckles pierce Zaff’s temple. When he felt the chain wrap around his forearm, throwing his aim off, he almost began foaming at the mouth, even more so when he saw the younger girl run in between them. Before he realised what was happening he was thrown backwards, the iron nails of his footwear screaming and sparking against the stone as he slid over the surface before coming to a halt. He wanted to scream, to bite down on his sword, to throw himself at everything keeping him from his target. He could almost hear the hounds. His skin began to change, growing coal black as deep, bloodless cracks formed across his forearms and calfs, a horrible heat and light starting to glow from within. It was almost time.
Before his whole body could ignite, he proposed a valid question to himself: What the hell are you thinking? Better yet, what the hell are you doing? You going to kill a man in front of a bunch of children? You planning on beating aside that child to do it? He’s a bastard, but you are better than this, you want to break him over your knee? Do it like a man, not like some sort of animal. He laughed a little as he slammed his fist into the stone, the cracks sealing themselves as his skin returned to its natural tone. “You owe your life to a little girl, Zaffre, I want you to keep that in mind.” He taunted, reaching to his waist he finally drew his sword, running his hand across the fuller before whipping it around into ochs guard, “Now, back to the task at hand.”
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Post by Zaffre on Mar 21, 2017 12:16:06 GMT -6
 - Zaffre Duke - Zaffre was annoyed by Stan's lack of reaction to his entire lead up, apparently he wasn't one to make much of a move, though in hindsight that was to be expected of someone on defense. Of course, the most unpleasant part of the attack he made was the complete and utter lack of effectiveness it had. Between Stan's firm stance and his armor, the shield bash had no effect whatsoever. If he wanted to hit the man with any effectiveness, he'd need to aim for somewhere a little less covered. Regardless, the bigger issue was how he had been grabbed, and was then attacked repeatedly in the face. The giant had quite the arm on him, and while Zaffre's aura was able to protect him from too much damage he was concerned that the blows could still deal some heavy damage if they went uncontested. He was about to activate his semblance to escape the hits when Xanthia and Vanessa stepped in, the latter of the two being the one he was troubled with. He wasn't too concerned about being saved since he was about to deal with it himself, but what Vanessa had done something rather idiotic in his mind.
What the hell is she doing?! Zaffre practically screamed in his head, You had a clear shot at him! Why didn't you just stab him?! It took a lot of will power on his end to keep all that contained to just his head, but he knew that if he said all that out loud it certainly wouldn't lead to anything good for him. Taking a deep breath that could be mistaken for him trying to regain his composure after getting his face mashed, he turned his attention back to Stan, giving him a venomous glare that he tried to keep hidden from Vanessa.
"And what of it?" Zaffre countered in retort to Stan's taunt, "She's a huntress in training, it should come as no surprise that she's able to help others, or are you saying that you don't believe she's capable of that?" He was trying to turn Stan's words against him, while at the same time using his retort to compliment Vanessa's capabilities. Really, in his mind Stan had just provided him with the perfect way to bolster his own standing while degrading the giant. He shifted his gaze to Vanessa, removing the venomous look and replacing it with one of gratitude.
"I'll make a setup, assuming he gets distracted by me I want you to go in for the hit," He whispered, keeping his voice low so that hopefully Vanessa would be the only one to hear, "Don't hold yourself back if it looks like I'm in trouble, it just means his attention is even further on me." With that, he rushed forward, trusting in Vanessa to follow his lead. He had no clue about whether or not she'd listen, but that was a gamble he had to take. He figured that on the side of the attackers, part of the exercise was to learn how to fight cooperatively. The defensive side would have an easy time holding them off if they went single file at them, so coordinating an attack would be much more effective. As he once again closed in on Stan, he threw away his previous tactic of feinting and went straight for the blow, raising his shield before him as he hurled himself at Stan's face. It was an attack that sought to achieve to goals, the first was to hit somewhere that wouldn't be as well protected, but the second and more important goal was to create a blindspot for Stan where Vanessa could run in to attack.
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Post by Stanislav Kovac on Mar 21, 2017 14:56:27 GMT -6
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"]✎ tag: Xanthia ✎ tag: Vanessa Santaroza ✎ tag: Zaffre ※ words: 300ish? ✉ notes: OPERATION "CHAT SHIT, DON'T GET HIT" IS A GO another 10 aura used, 155/175? Dunno maths later The wind is blowing Freedom soon will come
“I’m saying, without hyperbole, you’d be dead where you stand if she didn’t help.” He replied, taking a step forward before dropping his guard, pressing the tip of his sword into the ground as he leaned on the pommel, “And yet you never even said thanks. Instead you try and pull some amateur hour word twisting.” He swung a hand across the crowd, amusement plain in his tone as he choked back a laugh, “See this is why we all talk about you behind your back! Everyone knows you're a little machiavellian cock sucker, see that’s the issue with you kissing so much arse, people can smell the shit on your breath from two miles away. Your gimmick’s are mediocre, and it’s just getting annoying now. So why don’t you just shut the fuck up and hit me?”
He was still leaning on his sword when Zaffre began his attack, in fact he even too the time to feign a yawn and pull his scarf down to reveal his mouth, “Come along now Kitten, everyone’s waiting for you to eat shit again.” He said, doing everything in his power to anger him. When the attack came, he took a step forward again, slamming his forehead into the blow, activating his aura once again, the blow failing to pierce it. Pressing the pommel into Zaffre’s solar plexus, he gave a casual shove, driving him back as he wheeled around to keep the duo in sight, before adding, “Mediocre, Kitten. See this is one of the other reasons everyone talks behind your back, not only do you chat so much bull shit, you can’t even back it up.” Stan had never taken this tone before, usually he sounded matter of fact, or excessively polite. He actually seemed to be enjoying hurling abuse at Zaffre. He was actually getting into it. "So how does it feel? Knowing that if you ever stop putting on an act, no one on this earth could love you? That deep down you have no one, not even a family member who could stomach, let alone love, the real you? That you are so utterly alone?"
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Post by Vanessa Santaroza on Mar 21, 2017 17:47:06 GMT -6
Vanessa just choose to keep her neutrality by just staring at the two, trying to think about what the heck was she going to do. She wanted to follow Zaffre's plan, but that was quickly put into halt as she saw him be declined any glory by Stan. Which then followed to show such a display of bad manners in class via his words that it made Vanessa stare at him while cringing. But then she came up with an risky idea. She ran towards Stan, using of her smaller height and weight to outspeed him and lift her rapier, seemingly going for a slash. But then, she suddenly turned her step with a quick dash and went past him, before rotating her body to punch him in the back. A small grin was in her lips before she blasted her Semblance, making a dome infront of her first that launched Stan forward with its creation, it being bigger than last time, and more draining of the girl's aura. Her plan was to launch him towards Zaffre, which would follow with an attack. But since his last solo attacks weren't as succefull as she wished, she quickly followed up by dashing towards Stan, believing that he would be distracted by Zaffre and open to a backstab from her. [/ |
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Post by Argent K. Beros on Mar 26, 2017 11:47:31 GMT -6
[attr="class","drklyric"]so burn [attr="class","drklyric3"]black heart [attr="class","drklyric2"] he found her writhing in her pain  [attr="class","drktags"]// 387 words // [attr="class","drktags"]// Moose permitted that bit with Ciela // [attr="class","drkcred"]// made by NOVA // | [attr="class","drkbody"] A sharp sigh, as Argent's strike missed its mark and instead hit the chain of the instructor's weapon,causing a rattling clang before Argent regained his footing, jumping back a few feet to make some room. As he did, he heard footsteps behind him, glancing back in time to see his partner using him as a step-stone to boost into the air, and grunting a bit as she pushed off of his shoulders. Not what he'd intended, but maybe it'd work.
Unfortunately, it did not work at all. The instructor sent Ciela flying, and with a growl, Argent dashed over to catch her before she hit to ground. Managing to catch her in a princess hold, Argent stood her up, and held out his hand. "Stay back f'r a minute. Gotta deal with those twits." Before she had a chance to answer, Argent dashed off again, weaving serpentine towards Stanislav before leaping at the titan's back. Mid-jump, Argent snapped the cloth off of his sheath, aiming to whip it around Stan's head and blindfold the mass of man, while commenting coarsely. "While I don' give two shits about Duke, the instructor gave clear rules. And you just completely tossed 'em aside, an' decided to be a dick about it at that. Stand down, big man." His Aura began to flare a bit as he spoke, his hair flipping up into a pair of faux-ears shaped by his Aura, and his tail flicking free of the clip and flicking back and forth angrily.
Argent had very little confidence that this plan would work, but Aksha drove into his head to always attempt diplomacy first, then beat the other person within an inch of their life. If this plan expectedly failed, Argent was prepared to finally draw his weapon and be a bit more persuasive, though he wasn't sure how effective that would be against a more experienced student who was probably just shy of being a professional. On the other hand, just letting this happen would probably reflect poorly on his record, and with his legal guardian being a teacher at the school, that was not remotely an option he could live with. He already dealt with enough crap because of his upbringing before Aksha, and he wasn't going to cause her any trouble over something like this.
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