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 Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:24 pm
(( This is a year or so after Daven's death. ))
Yuki walked into the clearing, way down the training field, away from where most people might be training. She had called Fefnir, and waited for him, huffing and puffing like she wanted to hit something. Her eyes where red and she seemed stressed, her hair ruffled and her attire messy. She paced back and forth like a panther slowly waiting for it's pray to arrive.
With Daven's death, she had become stressed, and saddened. She didn't even have Nagi to fall back on and have a nice cry. Not to mention now she had all the sudden stress of commanding the whole world. It was no wonder she was looking so off. She needed some sort of outlet.... and soon, before she exploded on some poor soul.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:41 pm
(( Lucky Fefnir. Looks like it's his day to die. ))
Wouldn't you know it, Fefnir just happened to be that poor soul today. He'd received an extremely... how to say it? ...Angry Hell Butterfly demanding he come to her training grounds in squad one, and like the tool he was, Fefnir dropped everything and went. It only took him a second to arrive, and as soon as he did, he knew he was in for some trouble. One look at Yuki's dishevelment told the whole tale. With Nagiko gone, ( Fefnir had looked into his disapearence personally and found no trace of the man ) she didn't have the lovable captain's calm to quell her rage and anxiety. God, he'd never seen Yuki so... unlike herself! He shivered a bit as he stood on the edge of the area, and wondered if he could still escape, but then realized it was futile with her like this. She'd hunt him down if he didn't show up, and that's not fun for anyone, so with the expression of a death row inmate walking to his doom, he entered the training area and called to her with a shaky voice.
"C... Captain? You... you wanted to see me?" He questioned, his words tinged with a combination of worries for himself and his friend. He took a huge gulp, and felt it stick in his throat uncomfortably. The tension was palpable, but still Fefnir walked toward her until he was about fifteen yards from where Yuki was pacing wildly. She was seemingly distracted, so Fefnir continued, trying to hide his concern for her underneath kindness. "What's wrong, Yuki? Is there anything I can help you with?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 5:51 pm
Yuki looked up the second Fefnir arrived, sensing his presence like an itch on her mind. Her eyes narrowed for a second, zeroing in on him, as if estimating how badly she could pound him into the dirt before it would stop being entertaining. She snapped herself out of it as he got closer, calling her name, one that she hardly recognized now that Nagi was gone.... it was always "General Yukimaru" Or something of the like these days... Never Yuki. With a slow blink she stared at Fefnir, like something foreign, yet familiar that she needed to latch onto before she went completely insane.
"Yeah.... I need you to pound me into the dirt."
Her voice was strained and thin, like she genuinely needed this. She stared up at him with her sleep deprived eyes, hoping to get the message across that she needed to finally tire herself out.... After so much stress she needed to be too tired to even think.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 6:00 pm
Fefnir was taken aback. "But..." He began to question, but the sound of her voice stopped him. Did she truly want to be hurt externally to forget her inner pain? But then he realized it; it didn't matter either way. Fefnir knew he was going to be in Squad 4 by the end of this, so he just called a Hell Butterfly and gave it a message for Squad 4 that basically said, 'I'm gonna die. Have a bed open'. He made sure it was quick, though, because Yuki wasn't exactly patient to begin with, and he wouldn't tempt her with stalling when she was in this kind of mood. He'd just have to cowboy up and deal with the, gulp, endless horrible torment. "...Okay. If you insist, Yuki!" Taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the inevitable near-death experience, Fefnir ran forward and with a sharp movement, swung his right fist at Yuki's face.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 6:13 pm
Yuki was kind enough to let him send his hell butterfly. If he wanted to give out last wishes, she wasn't about to stop him. she didn't even bother to move as Fefnir rushed her, letting him hit her directly in the face. The punch cleared her head faster and better than anything else she had ever tried in her life. The sudden burst of pain and stars that flew before her eyes allowed her clarity she hadn't felt since she was 13th squad captain. The rush of adrenalin that filled her brain forced her to whiplash back from the punch to swing at his stomach in retaliation. She followed it up with several quick jabs like she was trying to hit a speed bag, taking a jump back when she was finished. The redness in her eyes was already fadeing as she slowly forgot her stress.
But she needed more.....
"Is that your best shot?!"
She taunted, trying to coax the best she could out of Fefnir before one of them inevitably fell.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 6:26 pm
Fefnir staggered back a couple of steps. Yuki's punches were penetrating: Fefnir had a pretty muscular form that was covered in scars (ironically, most of these scars came from Yuki), so he could take a hit like nobody's business, but she seemed to break right through that resilience he'd acquired over the years like it wasn't even there. He'd expected no less from his teacher, and it wasn't like this was his first fist fight, but he'd never bothered to do any kind of work on his form, so naturally he sucked at hand to hand combat. Still, his wiry frame held strength that was almost too much to believe, so his shoddy technique was overshadowed a little.
Again, Fefnir charged her, but as he ran, he thought he'd try and even the score a little. He wrapped reiatsu around his feet as quickly as he could to move into Three Step Shukuchi, and as he closed the already small gap, his frame was blurred, hopefully enough to throw her timing a bit by the increase in speed and allow him to get away after striking. This time, favoring his left hand, he slip up and aimed for her stomach, following it a second afterward with a hell of a kick from his left leg, which was definitely the greater of the strikes as determined by Fefnir's style of fighting. His legs were ungodly strong, though they'd begun to deteriorate recently, so if the kick landed, Yuki would definitely be feeling it the next day.
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Posted: Thu Mar 19, 2009 6:42 pm
Yuki watched sluggishly as Fefnir moved towards her, the adrenaline and clarity allowing her to watch but not quite react. She managed to pull her arms to her chest and face as he attacked. Fefnir's punches where felt, and jolted her a little more awake, but it was the kick that got her; Pushing her arms back against her chest and hitting her ribs. She flew backwards at the kick, air rushing from her lungs. Finally her head became clear enough for her to forget most of her stress and become more of what she once was.
As she tumbled she slid back to her feet, drawing her blade, her eyes blazing. She seemed to be more of her old self now. With a smirk spread across her face she nearly dissapeared into her shunpo as she rushed Fefnir. She reappeared to his side, taking several slashes at his side. Her mind was becoming numb with all the adrenalin, a beautiful feeling that she was quickly becoming addicted to.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:31 am
Ah, there was the Yuki Fefnir had sworn his allegiance to! He could see the bounce in her step as everything else faded away and she got to delve into the world of combat. However, he knew that even if she found a temporary escape for now, she'd be back to her newly depressed state afterward. It was the start of a long, inevitable cycle, he knew, but he'd just have to get over it. For Yuki, he'd do anything, even allow himself to be her punching bag.
She shot into a shunpo before Fenfir had his Ocular Shukuchi going, so he had nothing to track her with other than the obvious fact that she was coming to him. A moment later, she was on his left side, slashing at him. The first two cuts connected with his forearm and torso, tearing through the multiple layers of fabric and drawing blood underneath, but the other two strikes she made weren't successful as Fefnir recoiled from the slashes. As he hobbled, he drew his own zanpokuto, what appeared to be a large piece of shrapnel hastily shoved into a hilt, he wrapped a little more reiatsu around his feet to move up to Two Step Shukuchi, causing him to disappear from sight as he stumbled away, and was in a little less speedy than his teacher's move as he appeared in an odd angle to her, above and behind her on the right side. With a rough downward swing, Fefnir's blade seemed to glimmer ominously in the sun, it's edge reflecting it's purpose: to hurt for the good of others.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 1:20 am
A new surge of blank, mindless adrenalin rushed through her body as her zanpacto bit into Fefnir's flesh. She took in a deep breath of fresh air as his blood splattered across her chest and face, feeling renewed and clear. The second he was out of her blade's reach she dashed for him again, longing to feel her blade tear him apart again. Wondering what it would feel like for his to bite into her skin if ripping him apart felt this good.
She didn't have to wait long to find out. Just as she swung her blade down at him again he used his all to famous Shukuchi to get away from her again. She looked around for a moment in frustration, like an animal, having partly forgotten her training and how many hours she spent learning how to track almost anyone. She remembered barely in time, feeling his raitsu pressure behind her. Yuki ducked down a little, feeling the tip of his blade slice into her shoulder and a little down before she was out of the blade's reach.
The surgeon thin cut threw yet another wave of clarity before her eyes. Finally bringing everything into a razor sharp focus like she once knew so long ago. Yuki, was back.
She whipped around quickly, watching Fefnir fall, almost in slow motion now. Bringing her blade up she took a slash at his legs before he would even hit the ground. Then she dissapeared, ripping off her captain's robe as she shunpoed to the side, taking another slash at him before dissapearing again. She did this a few times, making circles around him with a familiar sharp smirk she once wore all the time.
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 3:58 pm
Since Fefnir's blade was already almost in a position to defend Yuki's strike, it took little effort to block her slash. A quick readjustment turned the blade around and deflected her cut enough to keep his legs, the core of his style, safe. Even in a friendly fight like this, to take a shot to the legs was potentially devastating to the long term.
As his feet hit the ground, he pushed off and disappeared as well, only dodging Yuki's next strike by a matter of centimeters, then moments later, at his next location, was hit once, twice, three times from three different locations. The cuts were extremely clean, however. It seemed like the slashes hadn't even affected Fefnir until he realized he was bleeding a half second later. For just a moment, though, he thought he saw her smiling that same smile she'd not worn for such a long time, and it in turn made him smile too. What feeling was better than the one gotten from helping a friend?
Still, it wasn't like he was going to let her just cut him! Fefnir wrapped some reiatsu around his eyes, and they seemed to begin to blaze, drawing a sharp contrast to his grin as it darkened his visage and made a more menacing face instead. The look was just a side thing, however: The Ocular Shukuchi was a tracking technique, one that upped Fefnir's comprehension so that he could track even Yuki, the goddess of flash. For him, the whole world seemed to slow down, and it made moving into his One Step Shukuchi possible. Towards that end, he began imperceptibly adding more reiatsu to his feet, as well, so that even Yuki wouldn't be able to tell he was at the next Step until he was already there.
Just after Yuki's last slash, Fefnir was gone, moving just far enough away from her to give himself a reach advantage. He was taller, and very lanky, so his blade would naturally reach a little further than hers, and he would be able to react a little better to her moves by the distance between the two. He slashed at the forearm of Yuki's right arm, an upward strike that would, if nothing else, knock her out of a position to counterattack him directly. It wasn't exactly the most powerful strike, but it would leave him more mobility if he was more in control of the blade, and mobility was key in this fight.
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 1:48 pm
With each new strike she landed on Fefnir she secured her moment of clarety even more, anchoring it down to the fight so strongly that and earthquake wouldn't rip her away from her distraction to the sadness. When he dissapeared as she finished her circle she growled in frustration, he was getting harder to track now, but he wasn't as fast as he was in his hayday. With Fefinir's legs starting to wear out, Yuki had a half second warning.
The half second wasn't enough for her to close the gap Fefnir made. She pulled her hand back before he could cut her arm. She couldn't retaliate directly without getting in his striking distance. Damn tall people.....
She took a step forward, swinging her blade at him in a random direction. She knew that she wouldn't hit him, not only was the attack as obvious as all hell and easy to block, but she might even be too far away. That wasn't the point. She silently gathered riatsu into her index and middle finger of her free hand as she struck out at Fefnir.
The second his blade was occupied with hers, or he moved, she shot at him. "Byakurai." She wispered, sending a bolt of lightnig charging from her finger at nearly point blank range.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 3:08 pm
With Fefnir's keen reiatsu detection, he felt Yuki gather her reiatsu in her hand even as she had just started the action. However, the errant strike she had made (and that Fefnir knew would never happen under normal circumstances) distracted him for just a split second, just enough time to make him susceptible to the blast even with his Ocular Shukuchi-enhanced eyes constantly shifting around and watching for any form of assault. The lightning shot from Yuki's finger with a crack and the scent of ozone then enhanced by the aroma of burning fabric from Fefnir's left side. He'd managed to move at least a little to avoid the shot, but it had still gotten him a little below the shoulder, in the skin on his side.
The painful sensation burst forth with the speed of the lightning that had caused it, and Fefnir involuntarily did what any human's nature would tell them to do: he escaped the situation. Fefnir was gone, reappearing a medium range away clutching his side. It wasn't that this was anything he hadn't felt before, but he'd simply acted without thinking, an uncharacteristic move on the part of the stoic captain. Just as quickly, though, he regained his senses and was back on the attack, on the right and behind his opponent again taking a downstroke with his blade toward her shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 4:04 pm
Yuki moved with Fefnir, refusing to give him a moments rest. She shunpoed after him taking several slashes at him as he rested. When he dissapeared, she predicted easily that he would go for what everyone went for.... The back. She backed up, expecting to run into him and flip him over. Well at least he had enough creativity to attack from an angle. Sadly not enough to save him any damage.
When she saw him in her periferal vision she twisted her blade and swung it at an upward angle , trying to cut open his side and chest with brutal accuracy. She followed the strike with a spining kick, trying to knock his head and perhaps send him reeling. Her legs, thankfully hadn't started deteriorating because she used Shunpo rather than Shikuchi, so her kick would hurt just as much as it did in it's hayday. If not more so.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:33 pm
Fefnir's downward slash met with Yuki's rising blade, the sharp ring of the metal meeting echoing extra loudly for some reason. It was strange: that ring seemed to reverberate with something deep inside him, and it struck like the last missing note that completes a chord. It gave him what blood seemed to be giving his teacher, that perfect clarity, that sheer focus, if only for a second. It was.... nice. However, it only served to distract in this moment, as Yuki's leg crashed unopposed into Fefnir's ribs, just below that little semicircle the Byakurai had left behind. Blood began to pour from the freshly opened wound, and even as Fefnir was righting himself in the air, he knew that a wound bleeding like this would take him down even quicker than Yuki. So, even as he was tumbling through the air, he called, "Preside! Kaji Hitokage!"
Immediately, his jagged red blade honed itself into a perfectly balanced work of Japanese killing art, a katana of a hue that only reflected it's grisly purpose. Around the blade there was an aura of heat captured from the superheated blade, and from the hilt, a small cloth sprang forth, it's corners appearing to have been dipped in red paint, a stain slowly spreading over the whole of the cloth, but was only at it's start now. It would be a while until Fenfir's reiatsu had fueled it enough to enable it's use, but he wasn't even near defenseless without that skill. He'd mastered a few new moves while he had free time in those three years, so he was even more deadly than before. Yuki had better be prepared, because Fefnir knew she'd have to even the odds once he went to shikai, as she had the last time they fought. And then, he'd have a surprise for her.
All of that transformation took less than the time from the name being called to Fefnir hitting the ground, and as soon as he hit, he was on his feet again. In a quick sweeping motion, Fefnir used his blade's heat to seal the cut in his side shut, and was in motion before you could even tell this was what he'd done, already moving in an arced run toward her, his blade ready to slash her across the front. Just moments before reaching her, however, he held his blade so that it's edge faced her, and with a soft word forced the air from around the zanpokuto toward her like a projectile, quick moving and almost invisible, save for the ripple in the air it created as it moved. At the same time, he positioned himself to strike her from the right side, swinging his weapon from the back.
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Posted: Thu Mar 26, 2009 8:57 pm
Yuki felt the rise in riatsu almost immidiately, and jumped into her own shikai state wordlessly, seeing no need to speek to activate her own other than to waist time. Quite suddenly her blade melted backwards onto her hands, forming into clawed gauntlets, the heat radiating off hers enough to match an inferno.
She didn't notice the projectile like slice of air he sent at her, and instead poised for his strike. She caught his blade in her claws with a hiss of steel as fire met fire. Hanging onto his blade so he couldn't let go her legs where knocked from under her as the force of the air hit her. She fell to the ground, still holding Fefnir's shikai-blade.
It was time to throw some of her new moves into action. She started to drain heat from Fefnir's shikai, and with her other hand threw it at his feet. She ammped up the ammount of heat with her own power over fire. The grass around Fefnir's feet instantly birst into flame with the ammount of heat she pressed towards his legs. Even if she didn't hit, the fire would make for a nice boundry and something for her to work with during the fight.
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