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Horace was really good at getting himself into troubles, let's say.

Eyes widely stared at Harely admitting she was wicked and then smiled for the explanation of the nickname. The pat on head was noted and willingly allowed, Shu wasn't the kind of senior that was uppity to junior. "Hmm buddy" she nodded.

An disapproving eyebrow raised at Horace's words, "Harley, that's because we're no longer normal there are many types of hunters, but I disagree to try it as well. We don't know the strength of the H-golem, they are just made of dust, powdered bone, water and FEAR."

Obviously, the information that the taken Horace might be hitting on Harely contributed to some troubles in her mind that the Death trainee got hit badly. "I don't need you to remind me, but here's a spar, that's the only reason why I said so." She disliked his treating a young kid tone. <Not even a ******** gentleman.> The beast hissed as his hunter got improperly treated.

Oliver's reply puzzled the girl, watching the boy blushed like a tomato and tilted her head. What she didn't notice was the unprepared strike. The coldness rose from her feet stunned her, she felt sick and the hold of the hammer loosened. <Jack! That sneaky brat. Two sneaky snakes, big and small.> Z cursed, anger turned into a mini flame in her head, balancing with the chill. Thanks Z. It was a powerful attack by itself, but it induced Shu's trauma into a neat combo. "So far, I can't find you cute, Sorry Horace" In other words, she agreed that Oliver was cute, in a greater extent from the Death.

The petite girl stayed back after Harley signal she was using her weapon's charge. It was happened too quickly, the shield of Horace broken and then her new buddy soaked in blood. She couldn't looked at how badly Horace got pierced, but stared at the bloody hand of the redhead. "Stop!" She gestured to Oliver for a timeout to check on Harley. She took something to bundle her hand gently, "Are you alright?" Even there are wards to protect them, the loss of blood could drive her crazy. Her words shaking, "L-Let's end this quick and we go to infirmary for a check?" The two hands covered up Harley's as if they needed to be warmed, the anxiety was overwhelming.

With repeated reassurance from her newly made buddy, she returned to the fight. "Thanks Oliver" for agreeing to halt so that she could make sure Harley was fine. She closed her eyes to take a deep breathe, her her raised lungs made her chest bigger and she was fully relaxed, highly concentrated.

The runes once regarded as part of the decoration shone in a peach pink light, becoming vivid and alive, like a pink flame. The sphere hit the ground with a light thump and she was giving it motion by swirling the hammer. It was like when you played the toy hammer, you need to give it movement to fly up before it lands.

In short, its movement grew wild, like a ferret in a fuss, it was hard to catch besides the pink glow shifting, luring your eyes to follow it. All of a sudden, it shot out towards its target, bumping with a medium momentum. It bounced away and returned, until the target could feel pain and sore all over his body, arm, leg, stomach, chest. With a last tug, the sphere returns to the petite Asian. Not as effective as last time she used it, she knew it was because she couldn't fully cleared her mind of the blood scene imprinted and lost 30% of concentration.

She popped up her glasses back to its original position, waiting for Oliver to recover from the impact. He might get the illusion a giant lion-like creature assaulting him back and forth, because Z loved to show off his 'majestic look'.

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HP: 17/ 50
Target: Oliver (just bcoz Horace is game over)
DMG: 12 (1+2+3+1+2+3)
Charge: 3/3 BCT2 used, GC T3 remains

Oliver had expected Horace to go down, especially with the way both girls had him targeted for being less cute or something. What he didn't expect was the backfire on Harley's weapon.

Taking several steps backwards, the boy nearly tripped over his own feet. Nervous tension was rising in his throat at the sight of his friend's bloody hands, and as Shu ran over to help, he could only stumble back again. Horace's dramatic shouts of encouragement barely registered, they were merely shouts, and his shield was broken and he was out of the game, and panic began to set in.

Shu's charged attack was the last piece falling into place. Oliver yelped as he was assaulted, falling backwards and closing his eyes tight. He could barely raise his shaky arms to protect his head from the blows, there was no logical thought in his mind that could get past the urge to get out of there.

came the rumbling voice of his partner. It was the only thing able to break the hold panic had on him.

Oliver scrambled to his feet, stumbled as he tried to regain his bearings, and then lunged at his first target with a fierce, adrenaline-powered swing. The weapon hissed and clicked, and then with the swift sliding of metal his strike became a long slash of a single sided great-sword.


HP: 33/50
Target: Harley
Damage: 8
Charge: 1/3

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There was something unusual for the petite girl, but it wasn't for the people she met for the first time to notice. She didn't yell in amusement for Oliver's epic weapon transformation that she would call some game names out, she only flickered her eyes quietly between the three until Horace and Harley left the spot.

She held her hammer, looking at Oliver. They didn't know she asked Z a question: Will they win this? She closed and opened her eyes within a blink before she swung at Oliver and landed a hard smash. not smiling.

There was little chance she could win, two powerful blows on her shield and she would be done. However, somehow she didn't want to lose, something agitated inside her, bad and sticky yet familiar emotions.

Just try your best was the answer Z gave her, and she would do it.

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HP: 17/ 50
Target: Oliver
DMG: 9
Charge: 1/3 - BCT2 used, GC T3 remains

Perhaps it was an Intermediate thing, Oliver was likewise silent and serious as he took the hard blow, and then immediately whirled and swung back. The weapon's sword form was faster, a slash to counter the fierce strike of the hammer. Although usually he was nothing more than meek and trembling softness, held together by tightly-wound nerves, he looked a little more dangerous out on the field with that giant weapon and uncharacteristic severity.

Inside his mind though, the boy was barely keeping it together. This was not a serious fight. Shu was not his enemy. All they were doing was a little sparring, a mere training game judging by the way Horace and Harley had approached it. Yet that irrational fear was writhing inside him, and even with Jökul's calming guidance he struggled to keep it down.

Rather than bolstering his confidence, Horace's cheer had the opposite effect on the teen. It was only a favour on the line, not a life, so why did he feel so terrified?

HP: 24/50
Target: Shu
Damage: 8
Charge: 2/3

Oliver's attack was powerful, shu had her eyebrows knitted together to be blocked by the transformed weapon. <Tch.> Z expressed his dislike for weapons that were bigger than him. The petite girl, utilizing the tiny strength she had to push back, twisted her hammer to the side with sharp protruding teeth. Taking advantage of Oliver's temporary lost of balance due to the space she created, she pushed him out and jumped back to gain her distance. She knew she wasn't good at close combat.

The noises from aside was too distracting that she shot a glance, finding the two cheer leaders were flirting with each other, touching body parts in public while she seemed to recall from twitter Horace's relationship. She took a long tired sigh, the relationship stuff of westerners was too difficult to understand, maybe just another three-wheel, she thought as she gently touched her forehead.

The Death didn't have comment on the intimacy, or the 'we're good friends, and we can sleep together' stuff. Flirting seemed to be a practical habit on the island regardless of loyalty? If she could choose, she would prefer what the Morris family showed her. <Silly, you think too much.> The beast spoke his grievances before she would catch what the dark emotions inside her were.

Sorry. The petite Asian apologized, clearing her mind out of any nuisances and abruptly feigned a jump attack while hitting the sphere to land a blow from aside. She looked like a loner detached herself from the rest of the world, fighting on her own.

<One more powerful hit and we're done, ******** this sneaky pair.> Z, watch your mouth. <You're ******** sulky recently, what's wrong?!> ...Nothing needs to be worried. Shu poised herself and keep her eyes on Oliver, ready to take his next blow.

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HP: 9/ 50
Target: Oliver
DMG: 11
Charge: 2/3 - BCT2 used, GC T3 remains

The strike almost knocked the wind from Oliver's lungs. This was what he had practiced for, all those months of training and fighting and cowering, just so he could face more pain without flinching. That was why they all trained, so they could hurt worse and still survive.

He leaped forward once again, quickly closing the distance Shu had gained. He swung the sword-axe once again and felt it connect hard. It was an awful feeling, no matter how much satisfaction Jökul radiated. The Leviathan understood their brutal lifestyle was necessary, but the boy just felt sick.

Oliver darted back, stumbled, and nearly fell, but when he regained his balance and held the weapon pointed forward. His hands shook so much the sword itself trembled.


HP: 13/50
Target: Shu
Damage: 10
Charge: 3/3

Shu was regaining her stand when Oliver was there, it required a time of around ten seconds to bring the hammer to her defense. Yet, his weapon was faster and slashed in front of her, she felt the shield broke like a mirror as she left the ground by the momentum. Before she could respond, a sharp pain reached her nerves. She could be knocked out by the strong blow if she was still a trainee newbie.

Z was swearing for the loss of the spar, she'd have yelped like Harley, but she chose to endure and bit on her lips. It bled and she knew, from the rusty taste went to her tongue. It felt hard to breathe but she was more worried that the bloods would stain her sweater. Her hair unfolded on the ground and quivered with the up-and-down of her lungs. Lying on the ground to recover, she wiped away the bloods with the back of her hand. The teeth dug in left a rather deep wound on her bottom lip, because of her weapon, the time taken to recollect her was shorter than her thought.

"Nice job Oliver, you win. Thanks for the spar." The petite girl tried to get up as she smiled, with the trail of dried blood. "Harley, it's over. Sorry I can't get the victory for you." She took a breathe in between. "Don't worry, we're both fine. We just gave our very best and it's a respect for you opponents, these sort of spars prepare your body to memorize and react when you fight outside Deus, in dangerous external missions. To let yourself get used to pains and brace up in short. So - it's not that scary, the more training you have, the greater the strength you can obtain to protect yourself and others." She said in such a soft and slow way to calm the anxious trainee stood between them, reassuring her that was just normal.

The girl stood with her shaky legs, asking with her light-hearted voice. "So what do you want us to do, boys?" Even though she staggered as if she was going to fall, her smile was bright and eager for an answer. Then, suddenly, she was in a fuss. "Harley, Harley, can you help me to check if the bloods went on my sweater?" It was a Christmas red with white like stars in the night sky spread over the whole fabric. "Oh no, oh no, please tell me it's fine." besought the weak Death stretching the material flat.

Everything has a priority.