ΩArgus suddenly turned around and started walking ahead "Ren, lets go..." he said in a emotionless voice. Argus wanted to get this mission underway, but he realized the danger Misao might be in, but he trusted her enough to take care of herself if she decided to tag along.
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Rengato
SoulReaperKuchki
Posted: Fri Aug 09, 2013 7:23 pm
Status | Active Weapon | Stolen Sword Hitpoints | Mano Slots | 50/50 The ice stretched out as far as the eye could see, and the man could already feel the numbingly cold waves of air. He stretched experimentally, feeling a sudden twang in his injured shoulder to match the ache of his crippled right leg. The fight of yesternight had been the most action he'd gotten in a while, and the results that had been festering all night finally came to him as Steele awoke this morning. He was sore all over, bleeding out of numerous cuts, and scabbing over in many other areas. Regardless. He had the grim satisfaction of knowing that the scum wouldn't return after being cut down like that in one night. Any sane, self-respecting group would take time to recover, regroup, and plan tactics before attacking again. If the people he was up against weren't sane enough to take that time off, he knew quite a few able-bodied young men in the village he'd left that would do quite a good job of fending them off.
Steele's rocking gait brought him in full view of many the Daimon townspeople, but he ignored their stares and continued on his way. He knew well enough what a sight he was to behold: matted hair, features obscured by a cowl, and injuries enough for an entire army. Not only that, it seemed to be a wonder to many people how a cripple could fight.
He had heard the whispers around town that he was a dead man walking, a spectre that brought only death and mayhem, and that his crow was his link to the Anima. Normally, the mention of Anima in relation to Steele would have irked the man a great deal, but since the rumours kept the youngsters away and the children at bay, he welcomed them. There was nothing like a group of children dogging your way to the guild entrance; Steele had no patience for them, and he never understood how Alex did.
Alex...the thought made him grimace. No doubt his absence from the guild had been noted, and he'd have a pile of paperwork and much babysitting to do when he arrived. He was too tired for all of that, though his job as Vice Captain of the guild demanded that he shoulder the responsibility too. Steele gave a sarcastic little smirk when he thought of the word. Given the condition of his injury, he could barely shoulder a crow, much less the problems of the guild. In truth, all he wanted was a quick sparring match with Alex, to see how much the boy had grown, and then some alone time before he was settled in again. He doubted that responsibility would allow him to leave the guild again on a whim. Though the prospect was tempting, Steele supposed he'd have to face the brats for a bit longer.
Mulling over his duties in the guild had coloured his impression with a bitter hue. How many of the young mano users today, how many of his guildmates could truly trace their roots back to the reason the guilds were built? How many understood the threat of Anima, the threat that lived inside them each passing day? It had begun to seem like they were training for no reason but to do petty battle with each other - it was as if the youngsters hadn't bothered in the slightest with the history books or the legends. They both held some, if little, truth. He wouldn't impose, but the guilds were nothing but a lasting symbol to Steele, a place to go back to for strategic discussions and planning. Yet there was no understanding. The guilds fought if told to, lived life peacefully otherwise. It was sickening, and yet they were convenient, so convenient.
"Sword!" squawked his crow, alighting on Steele's ruined shoulder after a cursory observation flight around town, "Sword! Weapons!" It was enough to break the man's silent reverie and direct him in the direction that his bird had flown off towards.
Pausing outside the local weapons shop, Steele unsheathed the stolen blade and carefully looked it over. The previous owner had probably been proud of it; the metal was well-kept and held a sharp edge. He contemplated trading it in, but doubted that the sword was worth much in the way of weapons that could channel magic. Flipping the weighted metal over and over in his hand contemplatively, he finally jabbed it sharply into the frozen ground, with half a mind to deem it worthless. To his surprise, it made a gash in the rock-solid ice, jarring his injured arm painfully. With his arm still heavy and laced through with pain, he gave the sword an experimental swing. It felt cool and comfortably heavy, and he thought he saw the blade flash with grey smoke. It must have been his imagination, though.
Steele stowed it away carefully, deciding that it would be best kept with him at the moment. The townspeople were getting a little agitated with him swinging weapons around anyhow. With an almost fond look at the bright and bustling scenery of the Town Square, Steele shuffled through the snow and continued on his way.
Decrepify
Crush | Rank B Steele casts one devastating burst-type spell that damages everything within a 1-metre radius of the area hit.
Slow Mutilation | Rank A Steele casts a fistful of burst-type spells in quick succession, deeply wounding the opponent in the direct areas that are hit. The areas that were hit will heal over time, but as the wounds disappear, the slowing effects of the spell will set in.
Decrepify | Rank C Steele casts a sustain-type spell that latches onto the opponent and damages over time, healing Steele. Anyone who walks into the invisible link between Steele and the victim will take damage. An interesting feature of this link is that the victim will begin to feel pain, and eventually, something to the effect of their right leg been broken. This effect will last from a few hours to a few days, determined by the length of the attack. Though the victim experiences no physical damage after the link is broken, they will be weakened and slowed, and will often have a limp for a time after the attack.
Gibbet Break
Blind Chase | Rank A Steele summons a crow to chase his opponent and constantly attack and harrass them. Opponents attacked by the crows are more prone to other "Gibbet Break" attacks as they have been marked. This is a "summon" type spell.
Gibbet Break | Rank B Steele summons a murder of crows to rush his opponent, obscuring said opponent's vision. The crows will attack simultaneously and from all directions if left unchecked. As this is just a "summon" type spell and not a "sustain" type spell, it does not require as much stamina.
Vortex | Rank A Steele summons a murder of crows to fly around him in a vortex, drawing opponents in. The vortex extends to a ten-metre radius and crows can break off from the main group to attack fleeing opponents. This is a "sustain" type spell.
