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 Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2013 10:33 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxCaptainxx㊋xxNocturne Respect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
In little time, the dreadnought was able to learn the skills asked of him, and Alistair easily tossed him two other books. "Now your class and element. After this, I will send you on a rank up test."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:27 am
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 400/400
__________ It must be in our minds...
Nodding, Zethus took the books and moved back over to the shelf. Sitting down again, he began to learn the basic skills of a trickster.
[Learning Speed Training: post 1/1]
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:40 am
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 400/400
__________ It must be in our minds...
That didn't take as long as I thought it would. Zethus switched to the elemental book and started reading again.
[Learned Speed Training.]
[Learning Air Suction: post 1/1]
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 7:12 am
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__________ Str/Spd: 4/8 xxxEnergy: 400/400
__________ It must be in our minds...
Zethus figured the strenuous part of training would start soon enough. Maybe I should slow down a bit, he thought. Then he got to the part about using air to augment punches, and any thought of slowing down went out the window.
[Learned Speed Training.]
[Learned Air Suction.]
[Learning Air Punch/Kick: post 1/1]
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 9:25 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
 Feared
Exalted
Evil? A tall and muscular demon walked the streets of nocturne, his unbuttoned vest fluttering in the wind slightly as he walked through some pretty gloomy looking weather. His built chest was shirtless and exposed to the elements.Looks like it's about to rain. Greed thought to himself as he continued towards Spwoon fort, a book containing everything there was to know about an interesting berserker style tucked under his right arm. As he got to the front door he released his deception skill, and suddenly his tails, claws, and vermillion red eyes were visible, previously invisible because of his deception spell. Stretching out an onyx black clawed hand, he pushed the door open and scanned the room. Unsurprisingly, the berserker saw a few familiar faces. It was typical in Nocturne, Most of the races here enjoy a good fight. The Diobolus was no different. As his blood red eyes searched the crowd, they settled upon the familiar face of his current trainer, Allistair. The Diobolus took his usual long legged stride, his black jean covered legs closing an enormous distance in a remarkably few amount of steps. Once he neared Allistair, he began to speak. "I got your book. Looks kinda interesting, i'd like to learn the techniques inside of it soon. it'd be perfect, since i'm a berserker anyways." He said, holding his right clawed hand out and presenting the book to the Hybrid.
(iron form 4/10) • Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy." 
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Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:29 pm
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__________ It must be in our minds...
After reading the necessary parts of the books, Zethus got up and ambled back towards Alistair. He noticed that there was now someone else talking with him, and was intrigued, so he walked a little slower to see what would happen.
[Learned Speed Training.]
[Learned Air Suction.]
[Learned Air Punch/Kick.]
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:13 pm
  [Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos stumbled into the CAZ, drunk and looking completely disheveled. His hair was out of place, and the zipper on his pants was done. He could have sworn he had fallen in love, or at least was well on the way. Then for the first time in his life someone actually stood him up. It was a super blow to his pride, and Marcos had been unable to get it up since then. He was defective, and as an incubus this was completely unacceptable. Marcos' whole way of life had been railroaded and he was lost. With a flask in hand Marcos stumbled around the facility, looking for anyone he knew. It came in the form of the Ice Queen who had pointed him in the right direction when he first came through here. "Hola señorita." Marcos said, tripping over his own feet, causing him to almost fall over. He pushed his wings out and flapped them, trying to steady himself. Once he was sure he was not going to fall Marcos straightened himself up and pushed a hand through his hair. "Tell me something please. I am attractive, no?" He said, doing a half-hearted flex. It was clear Marcos had lost his fire. He needed help getting it back.
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 10:37 pm
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ｎ ａ ｉ
Nai had been on full alert the moment Marcos made a drunken beeline for her. It didn't matter to the woman that the incubus looked too drunk to even follow his carnal instincts. Rather, she took the swerving warily, seeing it as a very good way to drops the guards of everyone who saw. By the time he tripped up to her, the gunslinger had stood up into a relaxed but ready position. Her hand twitched when he almost fell on her but relaxed just as quickly when he managed to steady himself with his wings, the process pushing several gusts of wind into the ice queen's face and blowing her hood off while lightly whipping her short hair around her face. Nai's only reaction to that, of course, was to slightly squint her eyes to keep the dust out.
She didn't even bat an eyelash when Marco asked a question completely inappropriate and useless to ask the gunslinger. First of all, she had no care for such things as love and desire, even less after becoming the host of Sloth. Second of all, she had never been forced to feel such useless distractions. She could not judge whether or not Marcos was attractive.
For that reason, the girl simply stared blankly at Marcos. Nai was just like the guns she was so good at using: deadly in battle but more prone to harm than help in social situations. She couldn't see his plight. All she saw was someone vulnerable, an easy enemy and a troublesome ally. She simply stood there like a statue, neither encouraging or discouraging him. Although, if he continued to invade her personal space for too long, she might find it worth the effort to do something to make him go away.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 11:31 pm
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"I SPEAK TO EVERYONE IN THE SAME WAY,
WHETHER HE IS THE GARBAGE MAN OR THE KING OF NOCTURNE."
"AND I CAN FIGHT ONLY FOR SOMETHING THAT I LOVE,
LOVE ONLY WHAT I RESPECT,
AND RESPECT ONLY WHAT I AT LEAST KNOW." xxx☠ ☠ ☠xxxＲｅｓｐｅｃｔxxＳｈｏｕｌｄxxＢｅxＥａｒｎｅｄ，xＮｅｖｅｒ xＧｉｖｅｎ ！xxxx☠x☠x☠ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXHybridxx㊋xxNinjaxx㊋xxCaptainxx㊋xxNocturneRespect is something gained.x x x
Though if mutual,x x x
it opens the door for eternal friendship.x x x
Alistair didn't quite understand what the trainee wanted from him exactly. If he wanted to learn it, then what was stopping him? Certainly not Alistair. By not replying to him, hopefully he would understand Alistair's intentions. Afterall, since the man was made Nocive, Alistair no longer governed over his training. He could come for assistance, but when it came down to it, Alistair could force him to learn anything else. From now on, Greed's training would be his own. Same would happen to this dreadnought here very soon. "Now that you are done, go to moonlight peak and eradicate five skeleton warriors. This will be your test to rank up, so try not to die."
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"Anything it takes to survive."
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 11:44 pm
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos stood in place for about an entire minute, just staring at Nai. His wings were the true wingmen here. They had created a gust of wing hard enough to blow back the hood on Nai's jacket. The way the light was hitting her, or maybe the expression on her face, showed Marcos what he needed to see. There came a time in every incubus' life where they find themselves completely and utterly taken with someone. Marcos blinked thrice in rapid succession, trying to clear the drunken haze from his eyes. He glanced down momentarily at the flask in his hand before chucking it behind him. Marcos lowered his eyes to the floor and lightly shook his head. He wiped away the drunk from his face, showing the absolutely gorgeous man beneath it. In a flash it was as if he had never stumbled out of that girl's bed. He turned his mojo on, and there was now only a single target. Marcos had felt a twinge in his pants, and in his heart as well. Marcos lifted his head and flipped his hair, raising on eyebrow and lightly growling. Mi amor. Please, let me dedicate my body to you, my life, mi corazon." Marcos said, his tail reaching to brush the hair out of Nai's face. Just before it could make contact he stopped, thinking better of the action and retracting it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 12:46 am
I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my
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of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the
ｎ ａ ｉ
Eyes like those of a dead fish stared at Marcos. If Nai couldn't even catch onto Marcos's depression, no way was she going to catch onto his infatuation. All that the human gun saw was a sudden change in disposition and Marcos freeing his hand of the bottle of booze all while remaining close enough to Nai to strike her. The only reason Nai hadn't done anything to get him away was because they both belonged to the same nation. On the flip side, Nai could have backed off. However, as see had noticed Marcos while sitting against a wall and hadn't bothered to move very far when she stood up, she couldn't take a step back without the wall pressing into her back and restricting her movement.
Nothing stopped her from keeping a close eye on Marcos, though. More socially adept warriors may have found looking into someone's eyes in a case like this most helpful. However, as she knew nothing about emotional cues, Nai kept her vision leveled at the center of Marcos's chest where she could catch the movement of all of his limbs with her peripherals. She simply stood and watched. When Marcos's tail went up, Nai still didn't move. Sloth kept her still. Her eyes remained focused on his chest where they could see everything but the top of the tail, which was enough. Any movement at the top would need to be sent through the bottom after all.
As for his words, the girl heard them alright. She understood the words but not the intent and did not plan to think on it while the incubus's tail was so threateningly close to her. When Marcos retracted his tail, Nai found time to think, To translate: Marcos's wasteful tail movements and his declaration of devotion to someone who was nothing more than a soldier confused Nai. However, she did not think he was a threat.
Nai did the only thing she could do in such a situation, she asked, "What?" in a voice so lacking in emotion that it sounded more like a statement than an inquiry. She might no longer have felt threatened by Marcos's close proximity, but she still liked being able to move without someone's body in her way. Nai would get Marcos to quickly finish his business so she could reclaim her space.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:13 am
[Ｗｈｙ ｔｈａｎｋｓ, Ｉ ｄｏ ｗｏｒｋ ｏｕｔ]
Marcos put a hand on his hip and stamped his foot against the ground. He put on a very frustrated face and huffed out a breath. He started at her and raised his hand in the air, motioning while he attempted to talk. "What, what, what do you mean what?" He said, flipping his air and switching hands on his hip. How the hell was it that this incredibly emotionless and cold being ensnared Marcos' emotions. Normally he would put his charms on to everyone in the room, but he wanted Nai's attention. Marcos' tail twitched with annoyance as he stomped his other foot and brought his hand up to his head. "It is like you do not even think with the same brain as others! Don't you feel it? Or anything?" He said, banging a fist against his chest. Marcos just knew Nai was meant to be his master.
He could already feel the acceptance, the joy, the power that coursed through him. Marcos wanted to better himself so that he could please Nai in anyway she wanted him to. If Nai needed a lover Marcos would be there in an instant. He was completely sure he would be able to blow her mind if she would let him,. If Nai wanted Marcos to cook and clean, he'd do it. If she wanted him to try and kill everyone in the CAZ at this moment Marcos would listen. All she needed to do was accept it. Marcos raised both hands up to his head and looked at Nai in disbelief. "You don't feel it in here?" Marcos said, poking Nai in the center of her chest. He stared hard at her for a moment, sighing and shaking his head. "In the very least, I'm going to work for you. I'll do whatever you want me to do." Marcos said, being completely honest and truthful. "And don't think you can just stand there and not say anything again. I won't leave until you give me an answer." Marcos said, crossing his arms over his chest and even folding his wings against his back.
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 2:15 am
I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul. ⇔ I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my
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For the first time in a while, Nai bothered to look at someone other than Marcos now that he no longer seemed like a threat and was in the middle of a rant. Her eyes moved up to his head and stared into his eyes, so she could look like she was listening while her peripherals could cover the spots around the head and get a view of the surrounding. She could see how almost all the females training the CAZ now had their eyes on Marcos now that he looked decent, which meant very good-looking for an incubus, and was making a fuss. Male heads turned as well, but they returned their focus to whatever they were working unlike the other sex.
When Marcos's hand suddenly jabbed at Nai, the girl deftly side-stepped, placing her body at a right angle from Marcos's, it so precisely that Marcos's finger was just a little bit off from grazing the coat over her chest. She remained feeling unthreatened, recognizing the poke as a somewhat common gesture mainly used by louder people. She only dodged because she would rather not unnecessarily risk contact.
Then he demanded an answer. Nai had been listening, piecing everything together in her own strange way. Wanting to get everything done in one go, the girl opened her mouth to answer without holding anything back but also without adding anything unneeded. She froze, and with her, her words. After a few blinks, she finally relented. Nai's mouth shut and her body stepped forward once so it was parallel to Marcos's again before making a second step to come into contact with the incubus's body. A hand of Nai's rose up to cup Marcos's wrist so that her fingers lay over where they could comfortably feel his pulse regardless of whether he raised or lowered it. The third step brought Nai's body right up against Marcos's. {Move your eyes up last,} a familiar voice echoed in Nai's head, somehow sounding like it was teasing her even as it gave advice to the Sin. The gunslinger's head was too tall to be comfortably at the incubus's chest level, so instead, Sloth brought up his host's hand to where Marcos's chest was, slipping it underneath the man's arms if they were still crossed. Changing his mind midway, Sloth slid up the hand resting on the chest so that it rested on Marcos's neck instead, still subtly placed along a spot where the pulse could easily be felt. A partial attempt to not make the hold on the neck seem like Nai was trying to choke Marcos was made but not much effort was put into it. Sloth couldn't care enough and Nai had no idea how to embrace someone. There really wasn't any attempt to choke Marcos. All Sloth wanted was to test the incubus's adoration of Nai, if it was really at the level he suspected. Lastly, as the fox that Nai chose to largely ignore for the moment suggested, the Sin moved his host's eyes up to Marcos last, keeping the girl's head down to make any changes in eye expression potentially caused by the mental switch less apparent. Nai knew nothing about reading emotions, but the Sin within her did.
All this for a single confirmation. Sloth didn't care what Marcos felt. The Sin didn't feel. Nai, as a human, did feel somewhere deep within herself, buried so firmly beneath a youth of survival and years of self-discipline that she would need some serious therapy before she could ever act like a normal human. Marcos's words had made it clear that he would follow Nai whatever her answer was, so talk was useless. What he and Nai needed to know was that Marcos really didn't mean any harm to them. After all, they couldn't feel the overwhelming feelings of... whatever he testified to feeling. Words did not carry the certainty needed, but Marcos's pulse should.Female ✖ 20 years ✖ 5' 8" ✖ 120 lb. ✖ Black Hair ✖ Black EyesX XMaster ✖ Gunslinger ✖ Sub-Ninja ✖ Chaos ✖ Tempus Inexstinctus ✖ SlothX X X Xstrength: 5 ✖ speed: 8 ✖ dodge: 10 ✖ energy: 1300/1300 ✖ ammo: 350/350
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 6:26 am
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"I'll do that," Zethus replied, and walked toward the CAZ's entrance. A combat mission, he thought. This could be fun. Or it could end up with me dead in a ditch.
He chuckled once at his morbid humor, and left for Moonlight peak.
[EXIT]
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Posted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 10:39 am
Greed
The Devil's Advocate • Rank: Novice
• bloodline: Diobolus
• Class: Berserker
• currently equipped: unzipped leather jacket, shirtless, black jeans and black and red boots
• feeling:
Feared
Exalted
Evil?
((I'm just assuming I get the learning bonus from Allistair teaching me. Or at least the area bonus))
Greed shrugged when Allistair didn't answer. Alrighty then. I thought I went and actually did something important. Seems like it was just a mission to ******** keep me busy. Huh... well if anything, at least I have a new book. He thought with a shrug before tucking the book into the inside pocket of his unzipped leather jacket for further reference.
First, Greed decided to go back and learn all of the skills he hadn't taken the time to learn. Opening up a book on elemental skills, he flipped it open to the fire section on the page he had left off. Focusing energy into his hand, a dagger made of an intertwining mixture of black and orange flames appeared in his hand.
(Flame Daggers learned)
Greed decided to attempt another flame attack he had never bothered to attempt. Waving his hand in front of him, he created a shield made entirely of flames. While this wouldn't protect him from many solid objects, it would suffice to help protect him from fire.
(Flame deflection learned)
That last skill was altogether too easy, and it was time to learn another skill. Focusing energy into his hand, he now had a perfectly sized softball of compactly packed fire. Winding up like a baseball pitcher and throwing it, it sailed through the air at an impressive speed before hitting a training dummie and exploding on impact with a loud crash.
(Flame pitch learned)
That skill was also pretty easy to learn. Both of those skills were only simple fire manipulation, an element greed had quite the affinity for. He pumping energy into his left arm and turning to face a dummy, he decided to try a new attack.
Feeling extremely volatile energy in his arm, he threw a vicious punch at the training dummy directly in it's head section. Being made of wood, it's face simply exploded. If it was a person, there was a possibility he could have simply shattered his skull inwards.
(2/2 exploding fist learned)
Greed decided to learn another flame attack, and quickly. Focusing his energy into his left arm once more, he focused less on condensing it and more on amplifying it, attempting to make the energy large enough for this skill.
Once he had enough energy, he brought his right hand in fron of him, his palm facing forward, suddenly a giant flame shield of sorts appeared in front of him. These flames were more solid however, and were able to stop regular attacks as well as flame attacks.
(2/2 flame shield learned)
Reading through the book once more, Greed decided it would be best to move farther away from the amassing group of trainees so he did not accidentally slice anybody around him into searing pieces with his next technique. The next technique was called blazing arcs, and seemed extremely useful in mid ranged combat. Pumping energy into both his arms and legs.
Sweeping his leg through the air in a tornado kick, he was amazed as a bright and blazing arc of fire shot from his leg and sliced into the nearby target and wall. Doing it once more with his leg, he grinned wolfishly as he got the same result. There was only one more flaming technique the berserker was interested in learning for right now.
(Blazing arcs learned.)
Reading the book, Greed decided there was one more technique he wished to learn before he stopped. Collecting energy into his feet, he prepared himself. He then stomped a black combat boot onto the ground. The floor would be searingly hot to any attackers, but he could take it because he himself had used the skill.
(Burning stamp learned)
Picking up a berserker book, the young demon would open it and begin studying. After a couple moments of reading, he already found a couple of skills he was interested in learning. Setting the book down, he decided it was time to get to work.
Greed stretched his right forearm in front of him. Raising his right arm, he stabbed his index finger claw into his right arm. He then sat down and began meditating. After a few moments, the stab was already healed.
(2/2 mind over matter learned)
Greed opened up the berserker book, and once again he found a skill he wished to learn. This one required a partner however. Looking around for a suitable partner, Greed decided to pick the biggest and strongest looking Draconian he could find. Once he had picked his target, a rather gigantic and black scaled draconian, he spoke up. "Aye, Big Lizard! Yeah, you. Come over here. I want you to swing your oversized sword at me." He said, referring to the draconian's blade, which was rediculously large even for a greatsword.
The draconian looked angered about being called a lizard, but his anger quickly turned to confusion. "But where's your weapon?" He asked in a puzzled tone. Greed sighed, his patience already wearing thin. "I don't have time for this. Just swing your ******** sword at me you overgrown ******** lizard!" He shouted into the draconians face. The Draconian roared before swinging his sword at Greed in a vicious and looping arc. Greed placed both hands forward and deftly caught the blade in between the palms of both of his hands, smiling mischievously at the extremely confused look on the Draconian's face.
(Catch blade learned)
Greed then gave a roar of his own, not as primeval or beastial as the roar of the draconian's, but filled with more bloodlust and seeming pretty damn scary. Then, exerting as much force as he possibly could, he threw the Draconian's blade to the side of himself. While it did not take the blade from the dragon's hand, it did send him off Balance and stumbling a bit.
"Now it's my turn." Greed said with a devious grin as he straoghtened out his arm. It gleamed brightly with energy, but only for a moment before it was back to normal. He then jumped at the Draconian, Slashing downward with all of his might. The draconian raised his sword to block. The sword did not even phase Greed as his arm sheared straight through the Draconian's sword like a hot knife through butter. He stopped directly in front of the draconian's neck, His middle finger pricking his neck slightly much like the point of a sword. Greed withdrew his arm, cancelling the energy inside of it. "Next time, laugh at my jokes instead of growling at them and maybe I won't humiliate you so bad." He said to the draconian.
(2/2 arm blade learned)
Greed decided that he was done with his berserker techniques for a moment. As fun as they were to learn, he had to switch gears for a moment. So he put the book on berserker techniques back and pulled out the one on Diobolus techniques once more.
[1/2]
Greed began to allow his energy to charge inside of himself once more. This skill took a while to allow the energy to load up. Once it was fully loaded up, he unleashed a torrent of black demonic flames in a complete circle. Everything within a Radius around him was charred. The draconian was glad he had simply walked away instead of attempting to fight Greed some more.
[2/2 hell's ramparts learned]
Greed already had another skill in mind to learn. Turning to one of the several training dummies, he lashed his tail out in a series of blindingly fast and accurate strikes. Once he was finished, there was a picture perfect upside down pentagram starkly bared upon the dummie's chest and stomach, as well as his abdominal area.
(Satan's mark, baphomet learned)
Greed decided it was time for him to work on his boxing skills. Entering his boxing stance, he began lightly bouncing on the balls of his feet and shadowboxing. However, this time instead of focusing on his footwork, he focused on the techniques of his punches. Jab, jab, cross, left hook, right uppercut. After a few moments he was nice and warmed up.
(Boxing, stage 2 learned)
Greed went up to one of the punching bags, deciding it would be more suitable for this than a training dummy. He threw a jab at it. Then, a second jab was thrown. The odd part about it was that even though the bag moved twice, Greed's arm moved so blindingly fast that it only appeared as if one jab was ever thrown.
(Double Jab learned)
Ducking his head quickly as if he were facing an imaginary opponent, Greed then threw his left arm at the punching bag with a quick jab. Even though it was only a jab, Greed's strength still made the bag sway considerably. He then threw a vicious straight right behind the jab, making the heavy bag sway incredibly.
(One two learned)
Following up with the straight, Greed implemented a left hook this time. After the original hook was thrown, a second hook was implemented with the same hand. This second strike was extremely faster than the last, and could barely be seen to anybody paying attention, if at all.
(Double hook learned)
Greed stopped punching the bag and began to work on his stance once more. Moving his feet quickly, he began shadowboxing once more. This time however, He didn't focus on his feet placement or his swings. Instead, he imagined he had an opponent boxer in front of him, and began dodging his attacks.
duck, sidestep, duck, lean back. All of the commands entered Greed's head as he continued ducking and dodging the imaginary flurry of punches being thrown at him. Once he was decently covered in sweat, he began focusing on specific moves.
(boxing stage 3 learned)
Greed continued to imagine a hail of attacks being thrown at him, this time a vicious kick being aimed right for his temple. Reacting fast, Greed ducked right underneath the leg. He followed with a swift jab, which connected directly with his imaginary opponent's cheek.
(Duck learned)
After ducking, Greed began to sway to and fro. He kept his head moving at all times, and even swayed left and right. Everytime a punch was thrown at him, he found it much simpler to dodge while swaying.
(Sway learned)
Greed then imagined his opponent picking up a dagger, just to give this little game of his a little more interest. The man then flew at him, with a blurringly fast display of dagger slices and stabs, movements that would eviscerate most people. Greed however, ducked, dived, spun, jumped, and even backbended his way past every single one of the swipes. The blade came extremely close on several occasions, but not once did it manage to touch a single hair on the demon's head.
(Bob & weave learned)
Greed decided to start learning Capoira. He didn't have much training in any kicking styles, so this is as good a place to start as any. He beigan sweeping his legs back and forth, keeping his arms in front of him for balance. Once he was in a steady rhythm, he started to learn the techniques.
(Capoira stage 1 learned)
After learning the first initial stage, Greed turned to face a punching bag and got to work. He began a crescent kick, making the bag move as the first strike landed. He then continued with two more viscious crescent kicks, making the bag move twice more before he stopped.
(Trimoon learned)
After he learned that attack, Greed immediately bent low to the ground. As he did this he spun around, extending his leg and aiming upwards. The heel of his foot connected with the bag. The force of the kick was so powerful the time that it disconnected the bag from it's cieling hook entirely, sending the bag flying through the air and crashing against a wall.
(Lunging hammer learned)
• Strength: 12
• Speed: 7 (tail has a speed of 9)
• Energy: 550 "If you don't give me what I want, this might be rather... messy."
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