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With the whole fiasco in the desert wasteland with the tower of many annoying corridors past, Finn had gone back to life as usual on the Deus island. Surprisingly not being one to put off a morning of training, the moon intermediate made his way to the fields, with Trynt propped up over one shoulder. Finn took great pride in keeping his body in good shape, and so he tried to train as often as possible, and since he didn't want to become Deus's next residing hermit, he also found himself looking for a random partner to practice with as often as possible as well.

One cold brown eye landed on the lone woman standing in the fields, looking dreadfully pathetic as she gave wide and hopeful eyes to anybody who passed. At first, Finn didn't even recognize her. After all, the last time he'd seen Molly, she'd been in desert gear, her face obscured by goggles. But yes, he was pretty sure that was her.

...Hrmmm...

"Hey, sweetheart!" He called over to her, while walking in her direction. "Want to get rough with me?" He asked, a smile gracing his lips that didn't meet his gaze in the slightest.

Thankfully she recognized him as well, because if she hadn't he might have had to question her intelligence levels and whether or not Deus had any kind of system at all for keeping complete idiots off of this island (he suspected strongly that they didn't).

Her comment had him smirking. Another one of those, was she? He could practically hear the same words coming out of Noemi's mouth had the girl been here instead, and Finn didn't even bother fighting the urge to roll his eye for once.

"Ya, a spar. No reason to think we might not get a bit dirty though, right?" He replied, his smirk turning into a cold grin. "You in or out?"

Yep. Another Noemi for sure. Well, one that wasn't nearly as timid and held herself with more confidence at least. Either clueless to his innuendo's or not so clueless and teasing him in return, either way, Finn found himself shaking his head a little, bowing his head to hide a smile that was tugging at his lips, one that was less of a smirk and more genuine, a rarity in his case.

"All right, ready." He agreed, summoning his own weapon, his industrial piercing glowing magenta before morphing into a lance of his own, one that ended in a scythe like curved blade and who's length held jutting spikes and barbs.

"Ladies first." He gestured at her, while setting himself up in a defensive-like position.

No lady should ever have been able to hit like that.

Finn always, no matter how many times it happened, found himself momentarily surprised by the force with which these weapons could hit somebody. The blow that Molly delivered was staggering, and sent him stumbling backwards, catching himself from falling only by stabbing and dragging Trynt through the ground until he came to a stop.

With a flash of teeth, he yanked the weapon back out and swung it around, aiming to sweep it towards her thighs, though he only managed a glancing blow.

HP: 39 ouch molly ouch
Damage: 1
Charge: 1/3

"Never better, darling." He responded, while jumping back as she jabbed at him again, the attack she sent his way thankfully not nearly as walloping as the previous.

"But if you don't mind, I'd rather you worry about yourself." A flash of a smile behind a cold, hard stare, and he was suddenly lunging at her, dodging to the side of her weapon while before turning and sweeping his around while he spun past, shifting on the heels of his boots to attempt to slam the bladed part of his weapon into her back.

Now that was a lot more satisfying.


HP: 35
Damage: 12
Charge: 2/3

Now that was a sight to behold. Finn had never seen anything quite like it, and was actually mildly impressed with the little flip that Molly ended up doing over her weapon, not sure if it was a fluke or some kind of incredibly hidden skill she possessed.

Until, of course, she ended up flumping down onto her bottom, at which point Finn might have been forced to stifle a snort of laughter with a gloved hand closed into a fist, his lance held in a non-combative position at his side as he had no intent on following up considering the position she found herself in.

And then, out of nowhere, her weapon fell over, and while Finn's reflexes were quick, they were not quick enough to keep himself from getting smacked in the shoulder while he dove to the side to get away.

And then he thought, ******** it, that freaking hurt, so when he rolled to his feet, he spun on Molly, rising his weapon and jabbing at her really hard with the incredibly spiky and barbed butt end of his lance, wielding it like an over sized pool cue aimed to sink the eight ball in the corner pocket.


HP: 31
Damage: 14
Charge: 3/3

Holy mother of everything what the ******** hell...

It wasn't really fair. That was all Finn could think when that spinning hell top came thrusting at him. Everyone else seemed to have these big, heavy hitting special attacks when all he had was some shitty little defense bubble (Trynt growled at him for that condescending thought), and some other thing that Trynt insisted would do some good though as of yet he had not actually successfully managed to get it to work.

Well, no time like the present to try again, right?

Molly's attack had left Finn winded, and knocked to the ground like nothing more then a rag doll. He didn't doubt that he deserved it, after his back to back brutal attacks against the woman, but that didn't mean he was going to lie there and like it.

Trynt's runes began to glow as well, a vibrant magenta suddenly burning bright.

And suddenly that light swept over Finn, a split second of bright hues that travelled across his body, from his toes to the top of his head, leaving in their wake a refreshed feeling, the pain he had experienced from her attack fading in the sensations wake.

Finn sprang back to his feet with a wide grin and a cold eyed gaze.

"Wanna try that again, sweetheart?"

Mentally he was thanking the s**t out of Trynt for perhaps the first time ever because that had been really ******** cool okay.

HP: 11 + 23 = 34
Damage: Healing self for 23 HP
Charge: 0/3 -using t2 chill