Sarah listened closely, the air inside the cave was a little cooler than outside. Not by much, there was a much more musty smell in it, not like it was outside of the cave. Was it because of the dirt she found herself surrounded in? It was dark, honestly she was sure her clothes would be stained with the feel of it under her foot. She could feel her breathes calming down, but they were still heavy. She listened closely, but so far she just heard the forest. The small creaks of the branches as the moved, small sounds of insects like crickets and locusts sounding. She jumped out of her skin when a crow squawked loudly in alarm, her eyes darting toward the entrance, sure whatever caused the crow to make such a sound would be it. Her mind wondered what it was, a large cat? A bear?
These sounds were unfamiliar to her, and they made her even more on edge. Because every once and a while she heard snapping. Was that Dal? Or what about that? That sounded really close. Sarah glanced at the entrance, but she didn't see anything really. Just light. The cave was a little further in than she thought. She wondered what animal lived in this kind of hole. She froze, realizing she didn't think about that. She glanced around, relaxing a little when she didn't see anything inside the cave with her.
She stiffened when she heard the sure sounds of footsteps coming close. Oh God it was him. How did he find her? She felt herself shaking again as she waited for something to happen. Would he start stabbing inside the cave to get her, making it easy for him to kill her? Now her hiding spot didn't seem all that great at that thought. She pretty much put her body in the perfect spot for him to dumb the body, he just needed the killing blow. She whimpered quietly, thinking maybe he was just assuming she was in the cave and waiting for her to do something.
She waited, listening. He wasn't moving away. Her eyes widened when he finally spoke, realizing he knew she was in here. As she listened to his voice, which was calm, she imagined a smile of pure evil forming his face that said he was triumphant in catching his prey, and he was going to enjoy the slow death he would give her. I'd say stay here, not like he would risk getting caught in this barrel like us. The Guard said, whispering himself as if he was afraid the psycho outside the cave could hear him.
Sarah sat still, not daring to move. Though something brushed her foot. She felt it through her sneaker. Her spine becoming straight, the top of her head now touching the dirt above her, she slowly turned her eyes down toward her foot. Her mouth slowly opened in horror as she saw a long scaly creature slowly crawl across her foot. It was a black snake, a big on, about three inches wide at the least. She didn't know how long it was, but she didn't take the time to see. She kicked her foot, a scream ripping from her throat as she scrambled out of the cave, her head colliding into something soft as she charged out of the cave, cutting her scream off. She stumbled back, looking at what she bumped into.
She froze when she saw Dal standing in front of her. She looked at him in terror as she realized she had slammed her head into his stomach. As if he wasn't already planning to kill her already, she just made her death wish even more possible. She could only scream again and run into a completely different direction. She didn't know where she was going, but she didn't care this point. She just wanted to put distance between her and Dal.
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Shards of Myself
Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2015 7:31 pm
Dal'Mori Cestrol Menne
Turn 1
He was starting to get worried.
She was staying in there for a long while, and who knew what occupied these caves. They didn't seem all that expansive, but then again it could be a different story inside. Perhaps there was a labyrinth? Or even a massive underground structure? He wasn't sure what to expect. He was living in a new world of magic, and it was near infinite in possibility as far as Dal'Mori felt he was concerned.
After all, it transcended death itself. The one absolute.
While he was debating what might or might not be inside those caves, a small blue bird stole his attention. He glanced over and smiled softly at the sight, so peaceful was this place the last Menne could find himself living out his years in a place like this.
One day, when all the cores were gone.
Suddenly there was a body slamming into his midsection. He almost gasped in surprise, his head jerking back in time to see Sarah staring at him with terror in her gaze, as if somehow disbelieving her underhanded tactic hadn't so much as made him budge from his spot.
He was actually caught completely off guard but such a flimsy attack surely was not the best she had? He should be dead if she had been serious. This brought him up short as he watched her take off, his eyes narrowing slightly. She wasn't taking him seriously. She thought he was a joke. Probably because of her use of her magic weaponry.
While that didn't make him angry, it did annoy him a little. He was not someone to play with, that's for certain.
In an instant he stood a little straighter, and his eyes grew razor sharp in their focus, his hand closing into fists at his side.
He would show her that underestimating him was a deadly mistake. He would show her that thinking him ignorant was a good way to get yourself beaten. He would do all of this by making a show of it, making an example of her. No one looked down on Dal'Mori. No one played a joke on this warrior of this nature.
He would win this fight with a severe handicap, just to prove he was not to be trifled with. He would not draw his weapon for this fight, not even once. If she wanted to underestimate him, he would make sure to impress, not only her but anyone watching. Honestly though, it wouldn't be that much of a handicap, it would simply appear that way to anyone who regularly used a weapon. A pugilist would recognize what he was doing right away, even with his own little added flavor.
He snorted, very akin to a bull in nature, and took off at his highest speed. His longer legs would make it easy for him to catch up to her, and his familiarity with the landscape would certainly work in his favor. Within moments Dal'Mori was showing exceptional footwork and acrobatics as he seemed to flow through the surrounding trees like the wind itself, utilizing every portion of his body to maneuver himself through the terrain.
This was one of the impressive side effects of his gift.
His mind took in what he was seeing faster than he could actually move, and using the body’s own natural instinct directed his movement with a surprising level of accuracy. He also found that with his new found body, he had much higher limits, so things that would have ordinarily been an impossible feat, were almost too easy now.
For example, at one point in his chase, the trees grew a little denser than normal, meaning he would have probably had to go around. Except, his body seemed to find launch points so perfectly, within three steps, or rather jumps, he was on the other side, his body still barreling forward.
It was good that he did what he did too, given that within moments he was behind Sarah. He didn't feel obligated to offer her before combat formalities given how she had treated everything thus far, giving off the impression he was no more than a joke to her.
He would show her...
He suddenly leaped forward, his foot catching a knot on a tree, and from there he fired himself off right towards where she was going. In essence, he turned himself into a human shaped bullet, his fist already pulled back enough to launch at the side of her head as he flew past her.
Given that the idea was to fly past her, he would use the momentum of the punch, whether it landed or not, to twist his body around, which would allow him to shift his momentum into a handstand, from which he would flip back into an upright, standing position his arms in front of him forming a basic defense.
For one brief moment his mind took in the sheer exhilaration of what he had just done, and exactly what it might entail for the future of his combat style.
However, he quickly shook that thought off in favor of shooting forward once more, his footing quite solid. Once he was within the correct distance, his body shifted enough that he would throw most of his weight behind this next punch, where the first one had momentum working for it, this one had pure skill and power behind it. He was also aiming to knock her out as fast as possible, so naturally the attack was aimed for her head once more.
The fight had finally begun.
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Sarah could hear him this time. The thuds of his steps coming soon after her own. She felt like she was in one of the dreams where she was running in a forest, trying to get as much distance between her and whatever was chasing her. The difference this time though was she knew what was chasing her, and it was much more terrifying than the unknown, because it was real life, not some dream she could just wake up from. This was real life, where some guy is trying to kill her, and wasn't going to give up. She wasn't sure what she did to make him so angry with her, but he was dead set on getting whatever it was from her.
She glanced back, wishing she didn't as she saw a fist come and make contact with her temple, barely missing her headphones. Her saw stars flash, the blow making her stumble and fell against a close tree. Her hand scrapped against the rough bark, actually cutting her hand this time. She held her head where the pain set, groaning deeply. The pain didn't keep her from hearing, though she was sure the could hear the blood rushing through her, her hearing was distorted a bit. There was a slight static going on in the background. She shook her head, looking up and dodged quickly. He wasn't done, he was throwing another punch at her. She almost didn't see it.
The static got worse when she dodged, movement seemed to make it worse. She cursed lightly, knowing what was going on. Something was loose inside the headphones going into the ports. We need to fight princess, he isn't going to let us go easily, we might as well not let it be easy for him. She glanced at Dal, knowing she needed to be quick on deciding. The guard was right though, it was obvious she wasn't going to get away anytime soon, but she couldn't fight with her headphones anymore.
She reached up and pressed the button behind the left side of the headphones, the side against her hair instead of her face. The ports let go with a click, the headphones falling down her neck and nestled against her chest, small metal bits sticking out of the side of them where ordinarily someone put them over their ears. Where the headphones had settled before were just black spots at first glance, large enough to cover where the ears would be, covering much more area, nearly reaching her jaw joint. Looking more closely, one would see that the ports had small holes where the headphones clicked into, and prongs would slid into, allowing her to hear. The surgery was successful, but this was the price for complete hearing for Sarah. She pointed at the ports before saying softly. “Can't... hear...” She wasn't sure how much he knew about her, but she should at least let him know she couldn't hear him now.
No one knew what it was like. The leaves no longer made their rustling in her ears, the insects music was now on mute. Even her breathing was unknown to her. Complete silence. Something Sarah was completely use to. All she could do was feel the vibrations about her. Her voice as it sounded in her throat was merely a small shaking. She reached into her belt, pulling out two boxes and pressing the buttons. Soon two sais came out, She held one out properly, blade sticking out while the other laid along her arm. Offensive and defensive, one of the few weapons that could do both so easily with just a simple flip. With a deep breath, Sarah's eyes locked onto Dal, watching each movement, any muscle that moved as she charged forward.
She lunged her first attack at Dal's mid-section, but her eyes weren't on that area, it was everywhere. If one didn't know what she was doing, one would think she was crazy with how her eyes moved back and forth. She wouldn't be able to hear him move at all, not the rustling of his pants if he shifted away. She had to see everything as it happened, as well as feel it. She needed to be close to feel his feet move against the ground. She flipped the other sai into it's offensive side, slicing the air between them toward Dal's arm.
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Surprised. This was what he was feeling. His attack had landed, no doubt the sheer surprise of someone coming flying at her from behind had given him the opening necessary to land the blow. However, that was not what caught him off guard. No, what managed to cause him to start in surprise, was the sensation of not landing a blow on flesh directly. Instead on being with the smack of flesh meeting flesh in a vicious display of his strength, he was instead met with the sound of his fist hitting some form of metal or hard plastic perhaps.
Though, when compared to the sensation of slamming his broken fist into a metal wall, it was almost negligible. Simply out of place enough that it caused him pause. Was she not human anymore? Was she some form of magic being perhaps? Could that be why she was underestimating him so? He was but a mere human to her magical grace? This thought caused him a small feeling of distaste. It didn’t matter who or what you were, everything could be beaten. His fist landing its blow should be more than enough to prove that.
The thoughts running through his mind left him distracted long enough for her to do something with the things attached to her head, something he now firmly believed to be magic in nature, like most other things in this new world he didn’t understand.
His face shifted into a scowl, an intimidating look upon his face, when he heard the words she spoke. She was still underestimating him?! How could she?! He just landed a solid blow on her already! He was flushed with anger. Not a blinding amount, nothing like in his fight against Acel, but definitely something worth mentioning. It was an appropriate amount all things considered. She had just removed her hearing, as if in response to his own self-imposed handicap! He couldn’t have felt more insulted! It was not an overwhelming rage; it was a righteous anger! She was mocking him!
He would make her come to rue this decision.
He was smart enough to pick up on the fact that she was deaf without those things, and he wondered if perhaps she had learned the means of communicating without sound? If she was willingly making it so she couldn’t hear, it stood to reason that she should at least make it so she could still converse. She would be sort of dimwitted otherwise. Thus, with a few swift motions of his hands, he attempted to convey to her with the language of the unspeaking his mother had taught to him. The words his fingers formed in this language were ‘You will regret this choice.’
If his words were not lost on her, fantastic. She would know, going into the fight, he was more than she seemed to think of him. She would be able to see he was more serious than even she could have guessed, for if she could read his fingers in the language he used, she would know to match it with the look in his eyes of unwavering determination.
If she didn’t understand the motion of his fingers in the patterns he weaved them through, he would feel just slightly more annoyed with her, for she effectively cut off all means of true communication between the two of them by not allowing herself to be able to hear.
He felt the scowl on his face lesson when she made a very daring choice.
She chose to engage him in close quarters combat! She came rushing at him, rather than him having to come to her!
This caused him a moment of worry. Surely with better ranged weapons at her disposal, she would have gone for something that capitalized on his decision to keep things up close and personal. Perhaps she was more competent in his style of combat than he had imagined. However, he quickly brushed those thoughts aside, after all, his advice to Acel stood true even for him. If he went into a fight afraid to lose, it was the only outcome.
So, instead, he chose to use his mind for better things.
He made note of her weapons. Long, thin, pointed main blade, with two smaller bits of metal that stemmed out from the handle. He assumed they were either for better gripping them, or grabbing enemy weapons to turn them aside better. Either way, he matched them in his head to his style of twin daggers, and figured the style wouldn’t be too different from what he used when he used them.
Hit fast, and often. Aim for vital limbs to put them out of commission.
This knowledge of her fighting style would prove to be invaluable when it made him capable of turning aside her first attack with a shove of his hand at her wrist, making the attack sail harmlessly over his shoulder. He would admit, perhaps the attack was a little bit of a surprise, given it was a direct thrust for his chest, but even he had to admit it was only instinct that saved him from being impaled, so it was a good choice.
Her second attack was significantly more predictable, as it came slashing towards his arm. As he had stated earlier, aim for vital limbs, such as his arm for example. This allowed him to be more prepared for the attack, which made it easy for him to turn aside the attack with a block and push of the bracer on his arm, a loud ping of metal meeting metal rang out in the area, perhaps with enough vibration she could hear it through her arm.
Once her attack was harmlessly shifted out of the way, his free arm shot forward like a bulldozer, aiming to take her breath away from her, and perhaps even break a few of her ribs in the process. His whole goal at this point was to continue to limit her ability to fight. He had already robbed her of several of her weapons with the area he chose, and now he desired to rob her of the ability to fight as hard as possible.
He hoped that his strength was enough to penetrate her impressive defense.
If he were to guess, based on the amount of damage he did with that first attack, however, he would probably wager he was more than ready to deal with her impressive defense. Either that, or her defense wasn’t as impressive as he had wagered. She may have been getting lucky when she got hit, and it was at best a glancing blow. Either way, he wouldn’t falter. He would continue to fight with just his fist, he would not draw his weapon. While his style with his fists wasn’t as brutal as it had been when he used them against Acel, it was still devastating in nature. He knew how to land a punch; it was one of the first basics drilled into him at an early age.
An interesting fact actually, with the fear of death having been high, he would have never gone in using his fists. The fear of death making the idea of not using a weapon sort of terrifying. However, without the fear he was more than willing to go at it without his weapon. Granted, right now it was more to prove his worth that to actually test the limits of death themselves, but that was rather beside the point. As a matter of fact, up until Acel told him they could no longer die, he wouldn’t have even tried this. Now though? Now he had no fear.
And it showed.
This time he was controlled. There was honest, trained power to his attacks, not the wild fury that fueled him when he was locked in battle with the once farmer. As such, his movements were much more fluid, flowing from one to the next almost like his body was designed to move from one stance to the next. When he thrust his first fist forward to hit her in the ribs, he cocked the arm he used to turn her attack aside, and fired it at her face once it was pulled back enough, hoping that either the blow to her chest would stun her enough for the second attack to hit, or that she would be so busy dealing with the first attack, she couldn't block or dodge the second.
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Sarah saw that Dal's mood had changed, he looked angry, though she couldn't think why. Anger didn't seem like a normal reaction when she went deaf and told them. Usually she would see people look at her in sympathy and sometimes apologize. Maybe it was because he wanted to kill her so badly that he didn't like that she wouldn't hear his message as he killed her. Well, if he had a message, she could only assume that was why he was angry. But she couldn't care, not if she needed to focus.
She almost faltered when she saw him move his hands, his fingers forming into a language she hardly ever saw anyone use. She would regret her choice? What did that mean? She didn't wait to ask though, no point. He was already angry. She huffed heavily as her attacks her patted away like nothing. Though she couldn't avoid the attack that came soon after hers, any remaining breath that was in her lungs after the huff came out quickly. She felt something pop in her chest, the force causing her to step away from Dal, just in time to see another fist come her way. She glared at it, twisting the sai in her right hand to the defense and blocked it with the handle. She was getting tired of getting hit and having him expect to get another one in not too soon after.
She put both her sais in one hand, using the other to speak to Dal. 'The choice wasn't mine to make, you did that for me by hitting me on the side of the head.' If he was going to be mad, it better not be because she went deaf. She didn't have a choice, if she wanted to fight, she needed to take them off or else the static would just distract her through out the whole fight, giving him an unfair advantage. Though it seemed it didn't matter as she held her aching ribs with hand, her other holding both the sais, resting against her knee that was covered with a gamboge brown pants. Her body was curled down slight, her hair slightly covering her red face, having no oxygen for a second from the blow. Her upper body rose and fell as she took in deep breathes, taking her azure blue shirt with it, flinching with every one from the pain.
She stood up straightly, slowly due to her ribs hurting. She put sais in each hand now. She didn't bother to look at them. They were simple black sais, curved side guards almost making half a circle at each side. The handle was wraped with black leather, mostly for grip than anything. The only difference between her sais and any normal ones was that the edges glowed blue, like her scythe and swords. Every weapon of hers glowed blue. Her breath came out slowly as she cut off her feelings. She needed to. She had to focus, but she was still letting her emotions through. They were distracting, she needed calm and peace inside her. No matter what was going on. Her eyes were almost hooded, making her light charcoal eyes seem darker than they usually were. She charged at Dal, gritting her teeth at the pain in her chest with every stride taken. She swung her right sai toward Dal's left leg, swinging the other sai soon after toward his head. She could hope to land a hit, but luck wasn't on her side during this fight. She needed to try and fight against what ever force was trying to stop her from keeping her life.
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He felt the bone shift out of place. Broken, shifted, or just it cracking from the force of his blow. It ultimately didn't matter, he landed another shot so soon into the fight. This was nothing like the fight with Acel, it was going by so much quicker. He couldn't help but feel impressed when his fist met her weapon dead on, and she didn't so much as flinch, but then again that might be the magic.
This brief but intense encounter taught Dal'Mori a few things. So, he pondered them while he gave his opponent some time to catch her breath.
He figured he might as well start at that. She was not what he had been expecting. When he watched her fight against Kadiante, she had been nimble and quite a bit more durable. He had been expecting a little more to be honest. She seemed to have so much potential, and he seemed to be steam rolling her without much effort. He already landed two decisive blows, and she was left gasping for breath.
The second thing he learned was she was a lot more inexperienced than he had figured. She made it appear as though she knew what she was doing, but unfortunately all it did was give him another chance at a hit. He chalked this up to the idea she might not be all that well trained. Which was interesting, because the way she fought before would suggest otherwise.
Admittedly, he knew a lot of what was happening to her was the choice in battlegrounds. He had limited her weapon selection enough, it appeared her final back up was some form of close combat, which was certainly not a good idea for her. This filled him with a measure of pleasure at the idea he had managed to out think her into such a position. She was underestimating him, and he pushed her into a practically unwinnable situation for her.
This feeling dissipated when she started signing at him, speaking to him for the first time since the fight started. He tilted his head once more in curiosity, as her words registered in his head. The first thing he noticed was her style of this language was much more precise than his own. His was rough and he needed both his hands to be able to speak effectively, while she was able to speak entire sentences with one hand.
The second thing he noticed was that what she said gave off the impression she was mad at him for hitting her. This led to a massive amount of confusion for Dal'Mori, what did she mean by that? How was she mad that he was fighting her in a competition to do so? She had hit him first after all!
His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned his gaze back to her, his arms slowly rising into a readied position. That comment didn't make a lot of sense to him, so it was clearly designed to confuse and distract him. So, he decided he would go without talking, because he couldn't afford to be confused. This could be her entire battle strategy after all.
'No more words. We speak with combat!' He signed slowly at her rising form, making sure he got each word as close to correct as possible. With those words spoken, his stance shifted into a slightly more defensive one as he waited for her reaction, wondering if perhaps she would charge at him again.
It turned out, he was right to wait, for as soon as he got ready to go she charged at him again, her attacks so blatantly obvious he was honestly surprised she even tried them. As her first strike came in towards his leg, he merely stepped back enough for it to miss, allowing him to maintain steady footing. It was sloppy, but that might be because she was very limited in range of motion right now.
Her next attack was aimed at his head, which he promptly blocked with an open palm, before gripping it in his hand pulling her towards him in an attempt to plant his other hand into her gut. Once that attack was launched, he pulled back the same fist and aimed another strike right for her head, and only then would he let go of her wrist.
One he was finished with this assault, he would pull back, steady and ready again, waiting for her to charge in at him again. If it worked, why change it? She would either have to figure something else out, or this would end faster than it already seemed to be.
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She could tell that he didn't seem to like what she said. What else was she suppose to say, that she gave up and would let him kill her without a fight? Wasn't going to happen. She watched as he signed again, it was a little rough, short sentences, she almost saw those words coming out of a movie. Maybe he watched a lot of fighting movies and thinks that was what he suppose to say in response. Though she couldn't believe an action movie junkie learning to sign language, unless it was for these purposes. That was a little... stupid to Sarah.
Sarah couldn't help feel her nervers shoot up again as her attacks missed again. He just batted them away so easily. She felt her stomach clench when Dal grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer toward him. She quickly twisted her body, arching away from his attack toward her gut. She didn't any more damages done to her mid-section. Though she couldn't avoid that was aimed at her again, she didn't even see it until it was too late. As his fist landed perfectly onto one of her ports, she felt a shift and a sharp pain. She couldn't hold in the scream that pierced air of the once quiet forest. Her scream was unknown to her, but she was sure it was of pain and suffering. The port had broken and a piece pierced the skin close to it.
Sarah stumbled back when Dal let her wrist go, her hand immediately going to the broken port. She felt something wet and warm the moment she touched it. She shook at every bone in her body as she looked down at her hand, now covered in the red substance that was suppose to stay inside her body. She never imagined that her ports would be damaged. With no hearing, no one ever tried to go for the ears anymore. Not this man though, whether it was intentional or not, Sarah knew she would be on the operating table soon after this fight. She couldn't help but whimper at the thought. He was truly trying to damage her. She was having a huge headache come on, it made her squint her eyes a bit at the pain.
She was worried he had more damage on the side as well. Though she could tell right now. It wasn't the time. She took a few shaky breathes, putting her sais in her belt, small loops that were meant to hold them when they were fully out. She grabbed two very small boxes, putting on gloves that were metallic, glowing blue like her weapons. She was going to try, she had to. She couldn't keep getting close to him. With a press of a button, the small boxes came out as very small blades, about two inches wide at the base, becoming a fine point at the end three inches away from the base. The handles were just small circles, her fingers easily sliding into them when she needed.
With a deep breath, swung her hand, sending one of the knives toward Dal. She didn't throw like a girl, the knife was going straight toward Dal's heart, whistling as it went through the air. A green leaf had floated down, perhaps disturbed by an animal that was watching the two as they fought. The knife cut it easily as it sung through the distance between her and Dal, making two half leaves fall instead of a full one. Sarah didn't wait long after the first, sending the second one toward Dal's leg. It cut into one of the newly made half leaves, causing it as well to be cut in half. Sarah was pissed, she couldn't help it. She depended on those ports to hear and now this man was taking that completely away from her. She maybe be rich, but she didn't ask for that much. The most expensive thing she asked for was her hearing and she would be damned if she let him keep taking that from her.
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He felt a little put off if her were being honest with himself.
Here he was practically going all out, and he was basically dancing around her. She was constantly making bad decisions, like charging head first at an enemy that was clearly better in close quarters. Several times. Another example would be her not taking advantage of those moments where she was out of sight, making him basically an easy target.
He was starting to think she was playing around with him, not even really giving him a solid effort. He felt himself get a little more annoyed at this thought. It was starting to really seem like she was playing with him. Were his hits even doing any damage? Was she just faking to give him some form of false hope? Maybe making it so he lowered his guard?
If that were the case, she would realize quickly she had picked the wrong guy for this tactic. Dal'Mori never let his guard down in hostile situations.
Either way he had a fight to focus on.
She dodged out of the way of his first hit with a surprising level of ease, given that he was basically holding her in place. However, she displayed an almost expert level of competency in flexibility, folding her body in such a way she twisted out of the way of his first attack.
Everything changed when his second attack landed.
His fist landed solidly on the side of her face, her body simply not able to dodge out of the way of his next attack. What occurred cause even Dal'Mori to pause. He felt the impact of his skin hitting some metal again, but what he was not expecting to feel this time, was the sound of flesh being split open, and a cry of anguish.
He stepped back with wide eyes, his gaze locked right on the bleeding portion of her face. There even seemed to be something sticking out of the side of her face, as if a piece of bone or one of those magic things had broken through her skin. He found himself morbidly fascinated by the gruesome sight his eyes beheld. There was a twinge of guilt in his mind, as he looked at the damage he wrought.
It was in this period of time that Sarah would be able to find time to catch her breath, for Dal'Mori didn't seem all too willing to charge forward. In fact, he seemed rather confused and worried.
His mind was racing a mile a minute as he took in this new information. Perhaps he had misjudged her defensive ability? Maybe he had severely over estimated her? Which meant that Kadiante was even weaker than he had initially assumed, because up until the end of the fight, it looked like the fight was Kadiante's. Then she lost her strength of will, and lost control.
However, Sarah's ability to make tactical decisions and weapon variations made it so that the warrior labeled her as a potential threat. Now though, now it was looking as if she also needed some kind of assistance like Acel did. He wondered briefly if this was perhaps part of her ploy, but promptly put those thoughts aside. She was making too many rookie mistakes for this to have been a fluke. She was not as skilled as he had initially though her to be, and he would move to remedy it. She had the toughness, he knew that first hand, it could not have been easy to take those blows. She just needed some skill.
He would make sure to catch her after the fight, and offer some help.
He was actually about to make the motions to ask her if she wanted to surrender, see if perhaps he had been a little too rough in his overestimation of her. Give her the option of coping out of a fight it was looking like she couldn't win, when she seemed to draw herself up and get ready to keep going.
He felt a trickle of respect begin for her. It could not have been easy to face down someone like him, with such a vastly different skill level, and still be willing to fight. Out of this respect, he allowed her the time she needed to do what she was doing. He wanted to see if she made a better choice in coming at him, for after all he wasn't coming after her right now.
This same respect, though, drove him to keep giving her his all. If she wanted to keep fighting, he would keep going at her with everything he had. You couldn't learn if you didn't lose.
He noticed her choice of weapon, a set of gauntlets that covered her hands. They seemed a little flimsy, but this magic was still new to him, so perhaps he would find that they did much more than look like a weird mitten. He felt a little disappointed in her though, she once more picked what seemed like close quarters weapon to come at him with. It hadn't worked to this point; why would she keep trying?
It didn't make any sense!
Then, with surprisingly expert flicks of her wrists, she tossed two throwing knives at him. In the time it took for those blades to leave her hands and start flying towards him, he had already prepped himself to move, taking just an instant to change his opinion. This was a great choice in engagement. As he twisted his upper body to dodge the first one, he smirked a little bit, his eye catching a thick looking tree behind him.
Ranged weapons were a great choice, but at the same time, not so great a choice. Thrown weapons could only follow one path, and thus made them easy to dodge if one could move themselves in the necessary ways. So, with this in mind, he put the quick plan he formed in his mind into action.
As he next attack came flying at his leg, he simply flipped backwards into a single handed handstand, his leg coming out of the way of the attack in that motion. As the motion carried his weight backwards, his feet landed firmly on the trunk that he had noticed earlier.
Time to use his new trick.
He shoved off with a powerful kick, sending himself flying upwards into the canopy of the trees. From there, he used the momentum to shoot himself from tree to tree until he was right above his opponent. Once he was there, he shifted the direction of his kick and thrust himself towards her with a rapid speed, built up from his ridiculous showing of acrobatics.
As he flew towards her, he flipped around so his first attack would be a double footed stomp, much like when he flipped himself over his weapon towards Acel, only this time it was without his weapon.
Should the attack land, great! Should it miss, he would hit the ground and immediately move into a crouch, dispersing as much of the force as was possible. From this crouched position, he would be able to shoot himself forward again, using yet another powerful launch from his legs, in her direction, sending a powerful haymaker right towards her chest.
He hoped this ended the fight, he didn't want her to suffer through the pain he had inflicted.
He wasn't entirely a bad guy after all.
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Sarah sighed when her throwing knives missed their target. It was her fault though, she took so long getting the gloves on, but she hardly used them. She wasn't use to them either, she was still figuring out everything about them. She kept an eye where her throwing knives flew to, before watching Dal suddenly jump on trees. Her eyes widened in shock, but she kept them on Dal at all times. He was causing some leaves to fall with every hit against the trunks. She wondered how much he weighted to cause so much leaves to fall just by hitting the trunks.
While she couldn't hear the thumps Dal made as he hit the trunks, she didn't need it since she could follow him with her eyes. She waited, knowing something was going to happen. Then she knew, he had gotten right above her before lunging himself at her. She was quick to jump out of his path, knowing he couldn't do much in the middle of the air. She kept her knees bent, her arms raised. She quickly side stepped then used Dal as he passed by to push herself further away from Dal, giving her a few more feet away once he landed.
She then raised her hand, snapping her fingers. The gloves began to glow brighter, causing her wrist and a small bit of her upper arm to have a blue tint. Not even a second after she snapped her fingers, two whistles sounded, her throwing knives flying through the air and back into her hands, handles pointing at her, glowing brightly like the gloves at the edge of their blades. She twirled the blades between her fingers, taking in a deep breath and giving silent thanks that the gloves actually worked. They had been so messed up lately. Not working at all, or end up having the knives coming back to her, blade first. There had been a lot of close calls with them, she had been almost too nervous to use them. She didn't waste too much time, raising her arms. She threw each knife one at a time, first the right, aiming toward Dal's arm. The left next, aiming toward his shoulder.
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Fae couldn't help but laugh lightly at the idea of playing a game in the middle of the fight, but the tension of an actual fight had already long since lost. If it wasn't for Fae's interest in Akio, or his own twisted love of the fight, Faelan would have already long since resigned and moved onto the next thing on his list. So with one smooth movement Fae returned Scarlet back into its sheath and then transferred the sheath fully into his left hand so that his right hand could be used to block any incoming attacks. Just because this was not a real fight, at least in Fae's mind, does not mean he was going to underestimate his opponent and let down his guard. After all there was still a sly spectator that seemed most interested in Fae's fight hiding in the back of the room. It was then that Fae remembered the letter the old man had given him when he entered the elevator. It was still firmly tucked into the hidden pouch on the back of his sword belt. However his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement within his line of sight. With a cold snort Fae's right hand shot out and removed the blade from the air shifting the momentum with his fingers so the blade was now dancing about between his fingers. “Hmmm.” Fae thought bringing up the tip of the knife to rest against the small half mask where his lips would be.
However Fae didn't bother to give a response right away instead with a quick thrust he slammed Scarlet's Sheath into ground once more and use his now free left hand to reach behind towards the small of his back and retrieve the letter that was handed to him earlier. With the throwing knife in his right hand Fae quickly unsealed the letter and removed a rather well decorated card. It was almost like a wedding invitation with the name McBride written in golden letters on the front surrounded by the McBride family crest. It wasn't the first time Fae had seen the crest, but it was the firs time he had seen it engraved with such grandeur. Flipping over the card Fae quickly found the only line that was neatly written on the card, 'Finish it Quickly'. The sly old fox must have known Fae would not have waited to open the card until after the fight. “b*****d.” Fae pouted childishly before tossing the well decorated card off to the side and returning his attention back to the matter at hand. “I'm game, but I am changing the rules.” Fae said quickly before raising his left hand which held only three fingers raised. “You get three riddles. Three chances to out smart me. If within those three chances you do outsmart me I will take off all my weapons and finish the fight with only my hands. Win or lose I will not touch a weapon no matter what you use to attack me. Now if you don't manage to outsmart me with any of your three riddles I will then remove my mask and finish this fight seriously.” Fae move his left hand up and pulled down the half mask from his face to reveal the feminine jawline and lips, but as he did the shifts in his mind immediately took hold and the previously held back blood lust was now pouring from him in waves. If a look could kill, Akio would have died a thousand times over from just a single glance. It was a look born from the slaughter of countless people. A merciless grin parted his lips before Fae managed to move his shaky left hand to replace the mask. It was only an instant, but that was more than enough for his opponent to get a glance at the real person he was fighting. The Omega Model let out a slight shiver within the Code Core as Fae finally placed the mask back upon his face. It was not scared of much, but when Fae had removed the mask the pressure that keeps him sealed within the core almost tippled as the full force of Fae's will was slowly rising to the surface.
With the mask back firmly in place Fae used his right hand to launch the throwing knife back towards Akio before retrieving another one with his left hand throwing it only seconds after the first one. Each throwing knife was aimed to make contact with Akio's chest only inches apart from one another, but the true skill of the throw was that each knife was thrown in a different style so the spins would not be the same. It was a simple trick, but often times it would throw of the opponent's slight enough to allow at least one of the blades to land. “Are my terms agreeable?” Fae added just after the last knife left his hand. “Or do you have a counter?”
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One Person Army: You believe the only benefit of the A.I. Cores is to supplement your body with additional power. You abhor summoning their physical forms. While fighting without summoning an A.I. Core, you gain an additional +5 to all stats. However, if you do summon an A.I. core, you will receive a -10 to all stats instead.
Dal'Mori's eyes widened as his opponent suddenly realized who she was and danced around his offense like it was no big deal.
He was happy and angry at this. He didn't seem to realize just about everything made him angry lately, but that's beside the point. He was gladdened to see he had finally left enough of an impression that she decided to take him seriously. The way she moved around his attacks, anticipating what he was going to do with enough foresight to get some distance between them? Brilliant!
However, he was angry at the fact that he had been played. She had so convincingly played the role of the mousy little girl, that he had bought into it enough to underestimate her. It was in that moment he fell, and it made him angry that he knew what was happening, and he fell into it anyway. She had finally managed to get him to fall for her trap, and he was paying for it.
It couldn't have been made any more obvious to him that he had been played when she finally started to use her magic. He watched, still wide eyed, as the weapons she threw at him from before were sent sailing towards her at her will! This magic power was truly remarkable! He would make sure to look into getting something like this after this fight.
He absentmindedly back handed both the throwing weapons out of the air, trying to make them impale into the nearby trees with his actions, the whole time his eyes were locked onto his opponent, as he felt a thrill run down his spine.
Finally, the fight was real.
He tensed his arms, making mental notes of where the knives were, to make sure he would be able to dodge them should she call them to herself as he attacked her. He grunted as he shot forward once more, the amount of exertion this fight had thus far taken was finally starting to take its toll. He was not used to this level of effort in this fighting style, normally people fell quickly when he went with just his fists.
Here though? Here his opponent had managed to convince him that she was weak, despite the fact he knew she was tough. She allowed several of his hits to land, he supposed with the intent of seeing if he could even hurt her. And when he finally managed to do it, she switched gears and made him look incompetent.
He would have felt humiliated, had he not felt like she was a worthy opponent. She was clearly his mental superior, and he had fallen for the trap. He held a certain amount of respect for that. So, with a small content grin, he raced towards her, his right fist being brought back to launch a blow.
She would see, here and now, he was more than a worthy opponent, no matter how little she must think of him now.
In this moment, Dal'Mori looked every bit the warrior he was. His eyes were alight with the joy of combat, shining almost as bright as a light. His body moving with the fluidity of a river, following the course it carved out for itself. His hair trailing along behind him, along with the bottom tips of his trench coat, adding dramatic effect. His every fiber screaming of his determination to grow stronger, gain new levels of power.
The only way to grow stronger was to beat the best.
Once he was within distance, he shot a blow forward with his right fist, the attack very obvious, but his new found speed should have more than made up for it. However, the attack that really mattered was the sudden uppercut with his left arm, brought up with the speed of a snake strike, aimed for the lower portion of her jaw. Regardless of whether these attacks landed or not, Dal'Mori would make sure to stick to Sarah like glue, if she ran he'd follow, using the trees for movement if needed.
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Keeping a close eye on where the knives landed as Dal backhanded them, Sarah proceeded to move her eyes back to Dal as he came charging forward. Her gunmetal eyes still hooded as she kept her mind blank. If anyone where to say so, she merely shut down. Or else she could have made a note about how Dal looked terrifying with his speed, with his big coat flying behind him, making it seem like he had wings almost. How much of a warrior he looked, and that it made her feel inferior. But she felt nothing at this point. She had taught herself this to avoid getting hurt emotionally, and it helped her keep from being distracted for the same thing. And it was working, she was letting emotions run wild with the thoughts of Dal killing her that it made her sloppy. Now she was dodging perfectly, at least for now, she was feeling the toll of the fight, even through all the hits Dal had landed on her. This was a stamina toll, not beating one.
She reached up with her left, grabbing his first attack as he came closer at his forearm, slightly pushing it and herself away from it's path, while with her other hand she snapped her fingers. The knives came rushing back to her, a slight pause from trying to pull itself out of the tree Dal had knocked them into with a backhand. One knife slapped away his other hand from it's path as it came back, with it's handle to her hand that was raised just behind his arm. She quickly raised her other arm to grab the other, the knife following the path of the glove where it circled around Dal's head and to her hand that was waiting just on the other side. The knife tugged a little at the hair that sat at the side of Dal's face. Either one wouldn't cause damage, but it was just enough that it made his attack miss her by a hair, and possibly make him nervous with how close she was to cutting him from behind. She didn't look him in the eyes even with how close they were, her hair ruffling slightly from the air the came with Dal's last attack. Her eyes stayed on the important muscles, the core.
Core muscles pretty much controlled everything, every twist, every turn. It was all depended on the core to be able to move with the other muscles as well. From where she could watch his side muscles of he was about to throw a punch, his stomach if he was about to twist. The waist if he was about to use a leg. It was all there at the core, and she was going to use that sometimes unknown map of the body as much as she could.
Her hair was stained now from the blood that had been leaking from the injury caused by his last hit. Blood had made it's path down the side of her head, slightly smeared on her cheek where her hand had rested against it when it had first started bleeding. It ran down the side of her neck and pooled on her light blue shirt, slightly staining the headphones that rested not too far from where it pooled. Her hair covered the ports now, it was hard to see the destruction of it now. Sarah knew though, she would be on the surgeon table for at least twenty minutes after this fight. It would take some time to replace the port. She would have been just fine, headphones were easy to fix, but now she would have to patiently wait for them to replace what was suppose to be part of her body.
She let out a long breath, before striking. They were really close, which wasn't good. Sarah twirled her left throwing knife before trying to plung it into Dal's stomach, using that to distract him and jump as far away as possible from him before throwing the final knife. She wanted at least one hit before she died in his hands, was that too much to ask for?
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It became more and more apparent that he had fallen for an incredibly well planned out trap.
As she kept out of reach so effectively, dodging around him like the wind itself, he found himself growing excited. She was incredible! The way she kept her eyes on him like a hawk, reading his movements about as easily as he was reading hers. It was like an exotic dance, and for one blissful moment he was able to lose himself in the haze of combat.
Sure, he was still a little bit miffed at the idea that he hadn't been able to really do anything to her up until that last hit landed, but the fact that at that moment she decided he was a serious enough threat to show her true skill almost made up for it. She was versatile, much like himself, but instead of doing what he did, she kept several weapons on her person.
This practically solidified the need in his head.
For not only did it not slow her down one bit, it made her all the more prepared for this fight. Sure, he managed to take away a few of her weapons, but she had others. Some he was certain he hadn't even seen yet! Better than that, they were magic! Despite that, she got a read on his ability, and turned it against him so expertly, he was glad for it. It meant he still had much to learn.
This knowledge filled him with a new enthusiasm, which was not dissipated by her incredible means of turning aside his attacks. Using his own momentum against him, she turned his attack aside. This was promptly followed by those magic weapons to come flying back to her!
Had he not been in the middle of a fight, he would have been frozen in shock at the sight of such a thing.
As it were though, he was in the midst of a fight. One that had just kicked it up another notch.
She came in close again, once both of her weapons were in hand, one of which almost took some of his hair with it, which almost lit a proverbial inferno in his chest. He had to hand it to her, her persistence in attacking him at a range that she wasn't as good as him at was admirable to say the least. His arm came up with a quick jerk, pushing aside the thrust at his abdomen.
She apparently decided to use this momentum to her favor, and pushed herself away while he was momentarily distracted by stopping himself from being gutted.
There was a flick of a wrist, and a flash of silver. It was all he noticed.
He stared at her for a moment, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he felt something he had never felt before. It was almost like he was trying to solve a problem, but nothing would come to mind. Slowly, his gaze turned towards his left shoulder, his eyebrows knitted together more firmly in confusion, his head trying to tilt but not quite able with the angle he was working with.
Sitting, planted firmly in his arm, was one of her throwing knives.
Worse? It hurt.
Blood started welling up from where the blade pierced his skin as his gaze slowly lifted to look over at his opponent, who now looked even more blood soaked than he. He blinked away the surprise, as he body shifted into a combat stance. It wasn't the first time he had been hurt, not by a long shot, but it was the first time someone else's blade had tasted his blood or split his flesh.
It was... An interesting experience.
He took a deep breath, and filtered the pain from his brain, some of his old lessons coming back to him, informing him it's a terrible idea to remove a blade that's pieced your flesh. You could bleed out. One more deep breath and he locked gazes with the woman who found herself opposed to him in combat.
He offered her a nod, a short and sweet nod. It wasn't much, but it would hopefully give off the impression that he was offering respect.
With that over with, he exhaled roughly, clenched his muscles just right and shot off like a freight train. It was very clear to anyone looking, the playing gloves were off. This fight had taken a turn for the end, both fighters having drawn blood. It was time to go for the finale.
He pulled his arm back, making it appear as if he were going for a strong right cross. His footsteps were an odd combination of light and heavy. They thudded into the ground, digging deep to push himself forward faster. However, they also seemed to float through those motions, like his legs were made for this motion.
Once he was within striking distance, he threw the punch! His body screaming out for all to see the amount of exertion he was throwing into the punch!
Except that was not the idea! His attack missed, completely. Except it was no accident, it was by design. The attack was designed to make her dodge to the side, while setting her up for the real attack. Which would be a whirlwind style back kick, using the sheer momentum built up from his forward motion, and the added bonus of the absurd amount of effort thrust into the feint, to spin himself around completely and throw an attack with the back of his calf towards her knees.
However, that would not be where it ended. Once the kick landed or miss, he would immediately spin out of it, and back into a fighting stance with such a practiced grace it was obvious this attack had been trained on for hours.
An almost flawless execution.
He didn't pause for long, instead snapping forward like a rubber band, his left arm cocked and ready to fire, which once he was at just the right place to aim the attack at her temple, he would let loose, thrusting his fist towards the point at which it was easiest to knock out your opponent. Her temple.
It was time to end this fight.
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Sarah stood where she was as she stared at Dal's left shoulder in disbelief. Her knife had landed. She watched as his blood started to spread around where the knife sat. The sight made Sarah frown, becoming pale just as before with Kad. Dear Lord, she just made another bleed again. She couldn't get over it, this was suppose to be a comrade. Well, at least he was suppose to be, instead he was trying to actually kill her. She wasn't sure how to feel about this. She couldn't find any kind of joy from it the way Dal seemed to be. Though he seemed confused about it at first as well. Like he had never been hit before. She wondered what happened in his last fight, it didn't seem like he got a scratch on him, but if she recalled correctly, Acel had a few bruises. Maybe. She wasn't quite sure. She was too distracted at the fact she would have to face Dal.
Her light gray eyes widened as he nodded at her, but with a look of what she could only assume was respect. That wasn't right. It couldn't be. He wanted to kill her, why would he nod at her like she did a good job? That didn't make any sense. Was she wrong then? Had she been reading Dal wrong this whole time? Perhaps he just hated her, not wanted to kill her, but just hated her and was messing with her before about the whole 'it's okay to kill' thing. That kind of irritated her. She didn't like being messed with. But nothing made sense now. I wouldn't worry about it princess, for all you know he has a big crush on you and is too nervous to say so. The guard said inside her head. She highly doubted that, that seemed as possible as her going back to her ex-fiance. Just offering some kind of answer, no need to try and mentally bite my head off. The Guard said with a chuckle before falling quiet.
She planted her feet ready as Dal came charging at her, noting that he kept her knife inside him. She wondered how surprised he'll be when she took it back from him. She noticed how light one foot was while the other was actually pushing him forward to her quickly. She narrowed her eyes, thinking what he could be planning. She avoided the attack first attack but completely off, catching her off guard. “What?” She whispered quietly in confusion. Then she realized. She saw his body beginning to twist, watched his waist muscles contract, signaling his legs. She quickly jump, putting a hand on Dal's shoulder. She felt uneasy being this close to him, but she had to act quickly and jumping back might have been quick enough. She put a foot on his hip, pushing her up. With a quick one-hand stand, she brought her other hand down and pushed away from Dal as she started to fall back, with a single flip. When she landed she was well out of the way of the kick as it came full around, back to him.
She turned toward Dal, her eyes widening as she saw that he was already coming in for the next attack. She leaned back far, Dal's hand almost brushing her nose, taking a step back. Wet blood from her hair painted a streak on his hand as it came across, following her head after the quick motion. She didn't waste time as she snapped her fingers again. The knife came out of Dal's wound quickly, a few drops of blood coming out as the knife did. It didn't cause damage from coming out. It was a smooth motion and didn't cause anymore bleeding. Grabbing the knife, she swung at Dal, knife point at him, swinging at his arm, hoping to get him to back off her before flicking her other wrist, throwing the other knife low toward his stomach.
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Corrinne patiently waited inside the elevator for Satoru. She let him take the lead on things, choosing the arena, since he was still generally new to everything there. The outside world whizzed by as the elevator rocketed them down towards their arena. He had chosen a landscape that was very similar to the landscape she had chosen in her mind against the Reaper Crab. Corrinne glanced over at Satoru, he seemed to be preparing himself mentally for the fight, and she knew she should be too but something inside her was beginning to bubble. For some reason she was growing excited by all this hype, the previous battles she had seen, the grand scale of the arenas. The knowledge that whatever they did in the arena could be healed away right after. She had been disillusioned with the tournament earlier but now that it was so close her heart began to beat faster in a tizzy.
Like a gentleman, Satoru motioned for Corrinne to exit the elevator before him, she gave a respectful nod before walking out onto the arena grounds. The two found a comfortable distance from the other and looked around at their surroundings, calculating the best way to use the rocketry and marsh later. Corrinne noticed of him, that a serene calm seemed to pass over him as he observed the landscape, she could understand this as nature had the same effect on her, as it should of everyone. But then she saw him lock eyes on her and begin to study her quickly before the fight. She did the same in return; his muscular build and protective suit made him an intimidating figure, though his hair and eyes softened him. She remembered her first impression of him as he walked into the training room, ‘I’m going to enjoy fighting this one,’ for he was truly attractive. The array of weaponry he had attached to him furthered his intimidation factor, no doubt having more concealed upon him. And her, only having just the one weapon, she hardly found this fair. Though, as he had been such a gentleman earlier, she was willing to give him the benefit of doubt that he would fight fairly.
And he literally did so, as he started his first attack with a punch towards Corrinne’s stomach. She was taken off guard that he used his own body as a weapon first. Jumping quickly to the side she whipped up her staff to block his arm but also use it as an attack to try and bludgeon his forearm. Then bringing the other side of the staff under his right knee to try knocking him off his feet. This close hand-to-hand combat was a very risky move on her part but she wanted to get up close and personal to watch his fighting style more closely. Her eyes were focused and she clenched her jaw as her body tensed in defense against his massive structure.
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Sadist - Level 1 - When one of your attacks deals damage, you get +5 to your Strength. This bonus disappears if an opponent successfully blocks one of your attacks. Sadist does not stack with itself.
