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 Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:22 am
Reason
Sara and Les fight to find out if Les is worth the risk she is asking Sara to take.
This is not training, this is two girls pushing themselves to the edge to prove themselves.
If you can not handle blood now Lestari, its time to give up the dream.
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:23 am
They are both Legion, so this does not count to the score cards.
Since Sara is a stage two Lunarian she wins by default ~
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Posted: Tue Oct 18, 2011 7:32 am
Sara stretched and spun her rod around between her fingers, rays of light bouncing off of the gems and metal to create patterns on the grass. Sara had never claimed to be a good fighter, truth be told most well trained Academy Students could give her a run for her money, however she thought it best not to mention that to Les before their battle. Maybe she would overestimate her or maybe she was just underestimating herself, either way it could work in her favour later on, she was fighting to win after all - there would be no point if she did otherwise. "You took your time." She smirked resting a hand on her hip before pointing her rod towards the blue haired maiden. "Now Les, I do not want you to hold anything back. This is not a training match and if you do not come at me with everything you have then you are going to get hurt." She stated with a small grin, thinking about it, this was the first battle Sara had ever started herself, maybe that just showed how different she was now.
She did not like the idea of hurting her, yet Sara presumed that she had never had a proper fight before, she doubted the girl knew the pain of being stabbed or the ripping sensation when your flesh split apart. Having to get back up and carry on even though your body was begging you to stop. She would have to see if this girl could take it, having Sara as her first real opponent was a blessing when you thought about it... Even fighting with all she had, the chances of her doing any serious damage was slim to none. If she could not face her then she should really give up on that desire to become a fighter, Sara did not want to see anyone else die and if she could stop her before the fighting even started she would. She did not really understand why someone would give themselves over to the corruption this war infected your. heart, whatever it touched it ruined. Sara knew this and knew she was already lost.
Sara remembered her first real battle, against Sakn in the woods... and the evil spirit which was possessing him. She was lucky to escape from that struggle with her life... Thinking back Sara had almost lost her life on many occasions. The thought of Les going through that and worse made her stomach tie in a knot. Maybe if Sara beat her she would loose that fighting spirit, maybe if she won she would give up and live a normal life free of danger
She wondered if this girl even had a weapon yet, priests did not use such things, Sara's rod was not sharp and could not really do much damage, instead she used it as a medium to Chanel her magical abilities. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes, in a moment of meditation she started to collect the spiritual energy which was present in the area. She opened her pale eyes and tilted her head. "Are you ready? If so then let's start. I will even let you make the first move,make it count." She brought her rod to hold it in both hands. She did not know what was coming, or what she was even expecting. This was Les's chance to prove herself, Sara herself was just a tool she was using to do so. For now she would observe and prepare herself for the struggle which was to come.
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Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 8:11 am
There was no turning back now; Sara was in her yard starring her down and Lestari had to prove herself. Doing this, hitting a priest to hurt her, was against what she`d been taught. Was she already straying from the path her mother had pushed her into her whole life? Fighting a priest was even against her own morals; standing there the only thing that looked dangerous about Sara was her staff. What was the worst she could do, whack her with it? Her mother hadn’t treated Les with a soft hand; a stick would be no different than a hand to her cheek.
Are you ready?
Lestari nodded, her face dropping all expressions as she took in a deep breath and released it. She had to remember her training with her brothers if she wanted to avoid lots of bruises. Another deep breath, she opened up her feet to match the length of her shoulders and she bent her knees slightly, testing her muscles as she felt them work her weight. Her brothers voice rang out, never be stiff he told her in her mind. Les shifted her weight on her feet as well, be able to move quickly on your feet Guntur would say, be able to move away quickly from your enemy. Her fingers clenched and unclenched, another breath and Lestari shifted forward.
Her weight shifted forward under her toes, sending her forward towards Sara. Each step took her closer and still Lestari had not yet formulated how she was going to tackle the situation. Usually, it was her brother who came at her, so she’d always been on the defence. Being on the offensive was bound to happen one day, better Sara than some bulky man who would certainly crush her to pieces. Yet still, Les had no plan, so instead she prepared herself. Her left hand went to her wrist, two fingers managed their way into her bandages as Les felt for one of her needles, once she got a hold of one, and she took it out only half way.
By the time this had all happened, Lestari had reached close enough to Sara to try and hit the priest, her fist rising up to try and upper cut her. She didn’t hold any strength, she couldn’t and Sara had warned her that she would get hurt. At the same time, she tried to brace herself for a whack of Sara’s stick, if or whenever it came that is. Sara could maybe pull some sort of martial art on her, and then Lestari would be in deep trouble. If she just could get a needle, or a few onto Sara, then she’d be able to have a better advantage. Silently, Lestari thank her father for the knowledge acupuncture brought her.
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Posted: Tue Nov 01, 2011 6:19 am
Sara could not fight, she still had the upper body strength that she possessed as a child and she was not one of these monks who trained it martial arts on a daily basis. She had never intended to be a fighter, when she was younger she tried desperately to stay out of the fighting all together, however now she knew how childish that idea was. She had only, over the last couple of years, started training for battle at all.
She did posses soul magic and even though she was far better at the healing side to it, the manipulation of it had been something she was improving on, especially in this stage of a career- it had proven to be quite useful in battle as not many people knew how to fight against it properly. She was going on more missions which meant she needed to learn how to take care of herself. In a way she had Odval to thank for that side of her training - though she would rather not thank the mad woman for anything.
Especially after all that she had done to her over the last few months.
When she saw Les come towards her she held the staff tighter in her hand, instead of focusing on blocking she started to gather energy. There was a slight wind which rustled the trees and from the end of her staff started to glow a blue light, it almost looked like mist for the moment.
Then the blue haired Lunarian was in front of her at a quite impressive speed, however something inside the Conduit told her that the girl was holding back. Sara had that problem often, nobody took her seriously in battle because she was not a fighter, they always felt the need to protect her. That in itself was something that hurt her, she did not want to be taken care of - she would rather fight for her own independence. At this moment it felt like a loosing battle. Maybe this was her chance to prove herself too, that she was not as useless as everyone seemed to think her.
The Conduit jumped back, long teal hair cracking in front of her for a moment before she stood still once more. The wisps of blue light around her staff came forward and formed the silhouette of a wolf cub. It was not the actual spirit of the wolf, it was a mass of spirit energy manipulated into that shape for the purpose of battle. Sara regained her composure as the creature formed totally. It was silent for a moment but then it started to run towards the other girl, leaving a ghostly trail behind it.
If the wolf managed to hit its target it would jump threw her and take the wind from her lungs, spirit energy was cold, very cold. That is why people often got the shivers when ghosts where near.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 8:44 am
Lestari's fist cut through the air, hitting nothing as it flew and Sara jumped back away. The girl hadn't taken notice to the staff, only preparing for a hit from it, so she missed the blue light and mist until it was too late. The wolf cub was already fully formed by the time Lestari laid eyes on it, it had started towards her and Les's yes opened wide in surprise. She froze in place, she had no idea how to tackle such a situation, how do you fight something that doesn't exist? She took a single step back, she couldn't run from this, so she would tackle it head first. Lestari's mouth opening to say something, or maybe scream something, but it fell silence when the cub hit her full on in the chest.
She had expected a physical hit, something to send her flying to the ground that would leave her with her first bruise. No, instead the wolf went right through her, and it was the feeling inside that sent her to the ground. Lestari's breathing stopped, and she tried coughing out of instincts. Her body started shaking as she shivered from an unknown cold, her lungs felt like they were on fire and she couldn't get a good breath in. She tried keeping a close eye on Sara however, her eyes were starting to water, and it was getting hard. With one large inhale, the feeling was gone just as quickly as it had happened. Lestari picked herself up, a look of surprise still on her face, but she was grinning. “I did not know priests had such powers.” She gave one last cough, hitting her chest with her fist a few times.
If she had been able to reach her back, she would have used her own needles on herself the window of corporeal soul would have helped her breathing. There was no time to think about what she could have done, Sara was still standing there, probably happy with herself. Lestari took her stance again, and went towards Sara with still no plan in hand. She really needed to work on this trait, because being disorganized and without a plan all the time was going to get her hurt or worst, killed. The only thing she knew was she needed to get that staff out of her hands, and the only way Les had thought of this was by tackling the priest down. Then, she would try and get a hold of the stick and throw the darn thing across the yard!
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Posted: Mon Nov 21, 2011 7:31 am
"I am not a priest, just a conduit." She corrected her, nodding her head and looking down at her medium, the wolf cub made its way back to her, tail wagging. She knelt down and stroked it, then the creature disappeared into air, and soon there was no evidence it was even there. She came back onto her feet slowly, playing with the strands of hair which rested on her shoulder. "I control things that you can not see, spiritual power can be constructive, first and foremost we are healers, holy people who try and spread the word of peace and understanding." She explained, holding her staff by the side, its decorative end resting in the ground. She had gotten into the bad habit of leaning against it, sometimes it seemed like it was her walking stick. In truth the thing was so awkwardly shaped there was no other way to carry it around.
"However at the same time, we are warriors. Able to manipulate the legion of the dead and use them to create ripples in the world of the living. At the moment you are surrounded by souls, you might not be able to feel them or see them but I can. This is why not everyone can be a priest, this link between realms is one that is born with a special few, its a horrid curse... but one that we learn to use as a advantage." Sara had suffered a lot when she was younger, the nightmares, the paranoia, the anxiety. However that was not all that she had to go through, it was also the feeling of knowing you were different - being born in such a way that others shunned and feared you. The loneliness was the worst part, it was only cured when she came here. Lunaria had a different look on her type than some of the more isolated tribes. Like the one she grew up in.
She shook her head and looked at the girl, whilst she was recovering she did not move - that would have not been fair. "You can never underestimate anyone in this world, even the most fragile looking person can pull something amazing out their sleeves, and those who look as big as a mountain can sometimes be slow and clumsy." She went onto explain, resting a hand on her hip. At that moment the blue haired girl made a run for her. Too fast for her to react to it.
"Ooff." Was the sound the woman made when she was tackled, she could not use her attack often, it was more of a technique she used when wanting to run away. It would never harm anyone, just wind them, giving her that escape route, which was at times crucial. Sara looked up at the girl on top of her, looking at her deep purple eyes. For a moment she thought she saw a little bit of Van in them. "Good, but now what are you going to do Lestari?" She asked, a rare cockiness to her tone.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2011 2:44 pm
Lestari took in every single word Sara said and stored it within her memory, Sara was maybe battling with her, but also giving her valuable information if she ever fought another pri--, conduct. The more Sara talked, the scarier she seemed, and the more Lestari wanted to learn. She was like a sponge, ready to soak up as much information as she possibly could. These were things she also had never learned before, her mother had only allowed her access to information that she deemed necessary and useful for Lestari's future. It pissed her off to know that she knew nothing of the world around, kept dumb in the hopes she would stay more obedient, but no more! No more would she suffer through her mothers whims and wants.
She had expected another trick from Sara, not actually smacking into the girl and sending both of them to the ground. Sara's words had momentarily frozen her in place, what was she going to do about the situation? Lestari had Sara on the ground, she was still hanging onto her by the waist, she should probably get her staff away from her. All these thoughts ran through her mind quickly, and an instant later she was trying to get a hold of Sara's staff with both hands, probably trying to fight off Sara too. Lestari tried to straddle Sara so the girl couldn't move either because once the staff was away, she'd try to pin her down.
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Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2011 8:48 am
Sara looked up at her, pale eyes seeming to look beyond what was physical and searching into her very soul itself. Her eyes had caused her many problems in her life, they almost seemed to not match her body. They were pale and ghostly, like the ones usually only found on someone who was blind. The other children in the village used to fear her eyes, they looked away whenever they made contact with them. She was the little girl who played with ghosts, dappled in the dealings of the dead. Now she was older her eyes were just as scary, it was from them that her cold aura seemed to radiate. One day when she was stronger, they would see spirits. See between realms.
She held onto her staff as tightly as she could, there was no doubt that Lestari was almost as physically strong as her, Sara had never claimed to possess strength or even be the best of fighters. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the struggle. She was waiting for something. Pat. Pat.Pat. The nose made her eyelids snap back almost instantly, A small smile coming onto her lips. She continued to look up at Lestari, strands of teal hair falling to the side to reveal the scar across one side of her face. She usually had it hidden, now was one of those rare moments that it showed itself.
In the struggle the metal rod slipped through her fingers. Sara was disarmed and even though she was alarmed that it had actually been forced from her hand she did not look too worried. "Never let your guard down Lestari. Even when your enemy is on the floor helpless you can not think you have won. The world around you is filled with other, more unexpected threats and besides, not everyone fights fair." She stated closing her eyes, the patting she heard getting louder.
From the bushes at the other end of the garden two yellow beads illuminated the shadows. A second later pearly white teeth where visible, along with a slender and agile frame. Ghost was growling, the skin and flesh on his nose was wrinkled and his ears were pinned back. It only took him a few seconds to get across the battle field and to pounce the young student to be. He almost looked like he was actually going to bite her face off. With a thud the blue haired girl hit the ground, two paws rested on her chest, white fur stuck up on end. Around his mouth dried blood was viable, it seemed that he had come here right after a hunting trip.
His breathe smelled of death. A few fresher droplets drips onto the girls face.
Sara leaned up slightly, resting on her elbows. She tilted her head at the scene. Her voice remaining rather calm. "Look at him Lestari, look into those yellow eyes of his and smell his breath. With a word from my lips his teeth could be ripping the flesh from your bones. Being a fighter is dangerous, every morning could be the last one you see. Look at him and tell yourself you are not afraid, then tell me if you are strong enough to do this." She stated. Wondering what reaction the girl would have to the creature.
Some might see it cruel, to introduce this girl to her mortality in such a shocking manor. Yet she knew it needed to be done. She was not proud of it, and despite what vibe she might of given off she was not enjoying it.
She just needed to be sure.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 5:49 pm
There was no way around it, Lestari stared into those pale eyes as if they were a death trap, entrancing her into their grasp only to choke the life right out of her. Only, there was no choking, just a maze to get lost in, and boy did Lestari almost lose herself within it’s walls. If she had not been struggling to take Sara’s staff away, maybe she would have been trapped forever, but the constant notion of needing to get the weapon away from the priest was an ever nagging feeling. What had thrown her off was when Sara almost seemed to abandon, closing those deep pools only to open them again with a smile. Another trick, Lestari braced herself. If Sara’s hair had not fallen, she might of had heard the wolf that was coming after her, but she didn’t and she would pay the price.
Sara just would not let her savor her sweet victory, nope the priest ruined it by telling her of mistrust and uneven fights. Yes, she knew that somewhere, someday she would fight people who would do anything to win a fight, even if it meant losing something precious, and as ehr mind worked, she heard the padding. For an instant she froze, listening quietly as the padding got closer and closer, until she realised, with dread that it was too late. Was Les turned to look at whatever was approaching, the thing jumped her, knocking her right off of Sara and landed on her chest with two massive paws. Lestari sucked in air as her back hit the ground and coughed as she struggled with the new weight.
Her eyes met the yellow ones of the wolf, even while death starred at her, a few inches from her face, Lestari looked on defiantly. Lestari could not help herself from observing the wolf, after all that’s what Sara had asked of her. Sometimes, this was what she saw her mother as, a beast that could kill her at any moment. The only thing different between the two, was that Lestari thought the wold to be a beautiful creature, something her mother was not. When the droplets of blood and saliva hit her face, lestari wanted to squirm. She was far more worried about how disgusting and dirty the drops were, then what they had actually come from. This raised the question of if she was afraid for not. Was she? No, Lestari had to admit she would still fight it to the end even know.
“I am not afraid,” she heard herself say. “And I never will be.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 6:09 pm
"Ghost." She called, the white dog barked and ran back towards her, straight into the arms of the conduit. The angry beast was now as docile and friendly as any tamed animal. She buried her head in its snow white fur and took in his scent. He was one of her closest friends aswell as her most loyal protector. Sara might have been scared of a lot of things, fighting included, but she was never scared of animals. They were more trustworthy than people, they did not lie, they did not cheat.
She had been a little harsh on the girl, however it seemed that no matter how hard Sara tried to convince her otherwise she was set on her goal. Pale eyes looked over at the blue haired Lunarian and then she stood up, after a moment she wondered over and held out her hand for Lestari to take. "Okay then, you start tomorrow. Don't let me down Les." She stated with a small nod, she was sure she wouldn't, who was Sara to get in the way of anyone's dreams?
She wondered if the other girl knew how complicated everything was, how painful getting involved in this war was. Sara bore more than physical scars, she also carried the emotional weight of her years in the city, her friends had died, some had betrayed her, the number of nights she cried and wished it would end was beyond her. Though she was sure even that was beyond Les's understanding, she better have a good reason for wishing all this on herself.
One that Sara could not see.
She would go and tell her mother than she would be training under her at the temple, and prey that nothing went wrong - she would have to keep a eye on Lestari an hope for the best. Who knows, after two weeks at the academy she might change her mind.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 10:04 am
When the wolf, now named Ghost ran it’s way back to Sara, Lestari could only stare.The thing was Sara's?! What in the world did a priest want with a be damned wolf? Les could not believe it, she dropped her head back onto the ground and giggled, almost a little like a crazy person, but this was a crazy situation. If everyone she was going to fight was hiding a wolf up their sleeves, than she would be dead. Not everyone would allow ehr to live like Sara had, maybe Lestari ought to get herself a wolf too. Sinta would probably have the beast killed though, so no luck in keeping it home. When her giggling died down, Lestari turned her head towards Sara to watch her, a large smile on her face.
Lestari grabbed onto Sara's hand as she helped her up, she wiped the saliva the wolf had dribbled all over her face with her sleeve. When she glanced, there was blood on it, gross, but it wasn’t her blood and she was grateful. “Tomorrow, sounds great.” She paused, glancing down at the wolf and wondering if she could pet it, Les would try later on. “I won’t let you down.” Her voice was full of determination, if there was one person she didn’t want to disappoint it was certainly Sara. Her father was first of course, but Sara was next on the list and that made her almost a sister. It would be nice to have someone her own age, someone who didn’t look at her the wrong way and whisper behind her back, or try to marry her. This was the best plan she had ever thought about, they were going to have a blast.
Following Sara, they went to Sinta to announce the news. Her mother gave both of them one look over, probably wondering what they had been doing to look so rough and tumble. She dismissed Sara quickly and scold Lestari for looking so messy, asking her what they had done while she had gone. Lestari retold a tale, lying to her mother came so smoothly the woman never noticed the lie. Before the end however, she was sent off to take a bath before diner. Les had to smile all the way up the stairs, she would visit her father and tell him the good news first.
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