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Post by Event Admin on Jun 20, 2016 13:33:55 GMT
Contenders: F.A.T.E (RLR) vs. Gawain Egret (Syne)Arena:Half Meadow, Half Snowy MountainRules: Each participant has 10 posts each to prove their skills as hunters, less if one participant has no way to escape a certain loss. Stats, HP totals, and MP totals do not exist. Dust is provided. The arena environments are not affected by Semblance. There will be no Godmodding, Metagaming, or Powerplaying, every action made must be reasonably justified. Participants have 24 hours from the time of their opponent's last post to post or themselves or face disqualification. Final posts must be an exit post that includes the bell that ends the match. The match MUST begin today, June 17th 2016. For every day the match doesn't start, both participants will lose one post each.Battle Start!
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 20, 2016 16:14:32 GMT
This was it, a chance to prove herself as one of Remnant's strongest fighters. Fate stepped to the arena floor, taking a good look at the arena before her. Half of it was a grassy meadow, perfect for her speedy style, but the other half was a snowy mountain, which she could use to not only gain height advantages and for surprise attacks, but once she was overheated she could melt some of the snow and cause a mild avalanche. Tough choices, tough choices, made even tougher because she knew virtually nothing about her opponent. The android carried no visible weapon, nor was she clearly an android. The cat ears upon her head were covered in black fur the same color as her shoulder length hair, and her green eyes were slit with focus. She wore a long sleeved navy blue shirt and similar colored khakis, though her feet were completely bare. Both covered the metallic joints upon her shoulders and knees. Fate would wait for her opponent to strike first, see a little bit of their fighting style before coming up with a counterattack plan. Along with that, she figured now was as good a time as any to go all out, utilizing her full strength and speed as a robot to her advantage. Smiling at looking around at the packed audience around her, she threw her arms out and shouted. "Fear not, fate has intervened!" With that her claws shot out of her hands, and her whole body starting heating up. Her skin began glowing with the heat, and her claws glimmered white hot as she smiled and waited.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 20, 2016 23:15:59 GMT
MUSEF.A.T.E versus Gawain Egret. Such a simple announcement was enough to move the crowd into roars of joy and excitement. They all wanted to see a battle, a fray of amazing feats, something different than what life provided. Entertainment is what they desired; the combatants were simply their playthings to please them before the next batch was released. Still, that was simply human nature. Even in peace, any bit of war was intriguing to some. The adrenaline rush of feeling one's life about to end was enough motivation to drive some towards battle, and that was simply human nature. Still, even after everything, there would always be the few that remain outside the parameters of human nature. Looking down at his hands, that boy listened to the cheer of the crowd while deep in his thoughts. While the onlookers cried for the act of battle, that boy simply wondered. That moment would be his official first battle to not only the world, but to himself. He needed to prove that his strength shown out there was the accumulation of everything he ever learned in life. But, was he nervous, scared, bewildered by the situation ahead? No. No matter who his opponent was, no matter what terrain he'd stand on, he'd face his opponent bravely and fight to prove to himself that his ultimate goal was in reach. He'd show his family, his true family that everything they did for him wouldn't be in vain. He'd show that the garb he wore, the sword he carried, the life he lived, all of it was never in vain. Raising his head, lowering his hands, that boy stepped out into the bright arena with his mind ready. His armor consisted of mostly white and blue cloth and belts to keep everything strapped down. A short cape, originating from the waist of the garb, outlined the boy's lower body while the center piece to his garb was a belt with the silver buckle reading “HOPE.” Alas, even with the generic white and blue design to the garb, a piece of white plate armor adorns most of the garb's upper area, securing most of the clothing to the boy's body. With white armor-plated knee guards strapped on as well to insure safety, that would complete the boy's set of armor as he would call it. There also lied the sole weapon by the boy's side, a lone sword sheathed in its black home. With a circular pommel, a round handle, a guard with a horizontal curve and width, and an indentation on the lower side of the blade, the sword was not only a work of art but a fine weapon with significant length to the double-edged blade. One could call the boy a knightly character by the look of his garb, but appearances didn't matter in battle. Only skill did. Examining his opposition from the other end of the arena, the boy tried to extract as much information before the battle begun. Female, barefoot, claws for weapons, fur atop her head, everything was information that was important. Nevertheless, except for the hint of color, Semblance and weapon specialty was unknown. For the arena, he planned on taking to the meadow at first, then to the snow if she had clear advantage in a base scenario. At the beginning however, he needed her to take the first move. Drawing his sword from his sheath, gripping the black leather, the boy watched his opposition carefully to see what else there was to his opponent. He could already tell that she would be fast on her feet, enough to close the distance, and her claws would most likely overcome his sword. He'd have to let her advance first, and he'd have to counter appropriately. One wrong move on her hand, and he could take the momentum of the fight, hopefully. Nevertheless, there was also his Semblance, but using it too early would possibly lose him the match. For then, he'd act purely based on his swordsmanship and close combat skills. Assuming his stance -both hands on his sword, right hand above the left, feet shoulder-width and right behind the left- the boy stared his opponent calmly and blankly. His first and maybe last battle at the tournament was then and there, and he knew he was ready. Gawain Egret wouldn't lose without first proving his strength to himself.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 21, 2016 0:52:11 GMT
Fate looked over the man before her, clad in armor and wielding an incredibly ornate sword. As Gawain started readying himself for combat Fate braced herself for the incoming strike. The silence in the arena was deafening, and a stray tumbleweed would not have been misplaced as both fighters stood still and stared at each other for a moment. Both wanted to fight, but both wanted the other to make the first move. Fate groaned, rolling her shoulders and breaking both the stillness and the silence in the arena. "Are we really doing this? All right then, have it your way." With that, Fate kicked off the ground and went sprinting towards him. Heat waves were visible in the air as she ran through it, and the shimmering white of her aura enveloped her as she charged at Gawain with almost inhuman speed. When she got next to him her first swing went to his right hand, her hand tearing through air and the heat radiating off her quite palpable. The heat of her claws, under normal circumstances, was enough to melt through metal, and the sharpened points of the metal were deadly enough to slice through the same. Her left hand swung up, attempting to wrap around his neck and bring his head slamming into her rising knee. The claws would press into his neck, the points not only unnaturally sharp but also ridiculously hot. Many people said she was a vicious fighter, and those people were right. She was programmed to win, and her fighting style reflected that need. After her knee rising she swung that leg around and tried to curl around his neck and bring Gawain sprawling to the floor, where Fate's claws could do as much damage as possible. Her objective was to end this fight as quickly as possible, she had a job to do and wasting time fighting people who couldn't stop her offensive wasn't part of it.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 21, 2016 9:17:06 GMT
Words were always meaningless in combat to Gawain. Commenting about your opponent, the situation, or the speaker's own condition aloud did nothing but waste time and breath. Keeping a calm air, staring straight ahead with fearless eyes at the combatant named F.A.T.E, the swordsman had no words to say, only thoughts to keep for himself and only himself. So, when the first sign of a single movement came, Gawain reacted appropriately.
Watching her advance confirmed his thoughts about her speed; nevertheless, the situation almost seemed to change to throw a faster opponent than the last at the boy. Shifting his feet to a lower position, angling his sword diagonally towards his left, Gawain adjusted himself into a position for a dodge towards his left, his right, or his back; that being said, she was only mere moments away from making her first attack. So, he had to act faster than she did.
Nevertheless, dealing with a close-range combatant, there was always the level of speed to consider, and Gawain could tell that her movement speed was a decent parallel to her attack speed. Deciding on a jump back, he crossed his right arm over his left shoulder and left arm under his right, similar to a cross of a sort, as he barely dodged the first attack; a lingering presence of heat signaled the distance as well, but he could only pass it as a side thought as the next attack came consecutively. With her left arm swinging towards him, Gawain used his cross stance to deliver a strike diagonally downward from his right arm, hoping to meet her attack and dissuade her from any more advances. Nevertheless, the arms were only two options out of several more limbs to use for attacks.
Having landed on the ground after his dodge, Gawain watched as F.A.T.E continued her advance with her knee, and with no space to time a dodge, lest she follow with an attack again, he needed to counterattack and press his assault. Throwing his left arm's elbow out to meet her knee in hopes to halt her attack, Gawain lowered his body in the motion before rotating his right arm behind to slide his blade across the arena surface and against her body. He couldn't let her take the battle's momentum at any point, so to him, this was a crucial gamble he was willing to take.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 22, 2016 2:38:25 GMT
Gawain managed to hold her off well enough, a fact Fate nodded slightly at. Though once he went down and her knee came swinging over he made one mistake in how he responded. Contact. Smirking as she clocked her systems into overdrive, her already blistering hot skin grew only hotter as she shoved her knee as hard into Gawain's elbow as possible. Of course, this left her balancing on one foot and completely unaware of the sword coming in to sweep her off her feet. The blade connected and Fate gasped as she suddenly lost contact with the ground, spinning in the air to land in a crouched pose with one hand in the air to steady herself. "Impressive." That was her only word as she jumped backwards, landing upon the grass and causing it to sizzle in contact with her super-heated and bare feet. She stood for a moment and sized up her opponent. It seemed he was quite skilled in defense, a pretty good counter to her heavily offensive fighting style. Of course, the lack of range meant he had to get into her turf to do anything, innately giving Fate the advantage. Nodding slightly, she launched herself off the ground, soaring towards Gawain in a single bound. The force was enough to get her too him and slightly past him, and she didn't touch the ground again on the way. Upon getting close to him she threw her right hand out in a jab towards his stomach, the left reaching up and curling around his shoulder. It was at this point it became quite clear Fate's weapons specialty was herself, utilizing her own body as the weapon to fell her enemies instead of something like a sword or bow. She grasped his shoulder and flipped herself up onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck and squeezing. After a moment she pulled herself backwards, showcasing her inhuman strength as she pulled with enough force to lift Gawain off his feet and shove him through a front flip onto his back.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 22, 2016 7:13:42 GMT
The gamble rewarded Gawain well, landing a clean blow upon F.A.T.E, however, at the cost of near loss of his left arm. Not only was his elbow in intense pain from just the impact, a detail that Gawain found strange, but the searing and burning feel intensified the moment. His mind ran rampant as his body collapsed on his legs, the pair holding him up as his right arm and body tried to soothe the immense pain. He knew that no regular person contained such strength with just their knee, at this age nonetheless; F.A.T.E had to have been wearing something underneath, a metallic armor of some kind under her clothes, but as to which areas Gawain wasn't sure. Her clothes didn't provide any hint, so he had to assume that only the sharpest points on her body carried such armor.
Watching his opponent in the middle of his thoughts, he noted her position -some meters away from him- and the environment she was on. The meadow was the best environment for an even standing, but the range between the two was also a crucial point to take note of. There was also her Semblance that needed extreme caution. The heat waves left by F.A.T.E's attacks, the burning contact between his elbow and her knee, and the sizzling, or even burning grass was enough evidence for Gawain to draw his conclusion that F.A.T.E's Semblance dealt with increase in outward temperature. Any part of her body she attacked with, hands, knees, feet, and even her weapon would sear her target, and Gawain had to evade each one, lest that was the end for him.
Nevertheless, there was still a match to be fought, and Gawain, even if he was a strategist, didn't have all the time in the world to create tactics; he was a growing Hunter, and he had to be able to react quickly and strike heavily. Forcing himself off the ground, grabbing his right shoulder with his left hand and locking his elbow to his stomach -a piece of the seared cloth already with a dark mark- Gawain watched his opposition leap straight at him, at a considerable speed as well, faster than her dash. He wasn't going to be able to dodge backwards and both his left and right evades weren't options due to her speed. So, there was only forward.
Drawing his right arm across his body, gripping his sword heavily, Gawain arched his body and leaped forward to meet the enemy. The motion, however, was poorly done, not meant to reach a considerable distance, but at least meet his opponent mid-strike for a counterattack before falling just below her. Throwing his right arm out almost immediately for a near horizontal yet diagonal slash, Gawain lurched his body sideways to catch himself on the impact towards the ground; however, with her own right hand coming out to meet his side, his fall was more abrupt and damaging. Yet, there wasn't a burning aspect this time, either because of her string of attacks or because of her reactions, but Gawain took whatever he got.
Inhaling through his nose and exhaling through his mouth, Gawain couldn't feel any air as he fell to the ground, but as long as he was breathing naturally, he could keep going. Pushing himself from the grassy ground, using his sword as a crutch and even his left arm despite the calming pain, Gawain ran immediately away from his target. He needed to create distance between the two, so he strafed away from his opposition towards the snowy area; his left arm locked by his left side to calm the pain in both regions. Offense wasn't an option then, but defense wasn't going to last him forever; two regions were already damaged and a third would be worse. On F.A.T.E's next attack, Gawain had to change the pace of battle; he needed to, even at the cost of his Semblance.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 22, 2016 23:36:09 GMT
Fate rolled off Gawain as he sprung up and rushed to the mountains. Her attack was quite effective, though it had cost her a little. As soon as her opponent ran to the mountain she let her systems cool down, her skin stopped glowing and heat waves stopped rolling off her body. She dropped to the ground as her knees locked, the increase in heat having put a strain on her systems. She stood back up, her knees groaning slightly with a metallic screech as they did so. It seemed she'd gone a little overboard with her "semblance", and in so doing ran her systems a little too hard. Shaking her head, she charged towards the mountain and began scaling towards the snowy peak. Utilizing her extended claws she clambered up towards the peak, making her way swiftly to the snow piling at the top. Upon getting there, she climbed around until she found herself above Gawain. Reactivating overheat, her claws grew white hot once again as her skin began glowing with heat. It wasn't as strong as when she shoved her knee into Gawain's elbow, but it was more than enough to melt the snow as she swung her hand across it. The mountain began rumbling as the snow shifted to replace the liquid that had rolled down over Fate. The android clambered to the side just as the snow piled into critical mass and began roaring down the mountain. Fate dug her claws into the side of the rock and curled herself inward, shielding the rest of her body with her back. Snow poured over her, every piece that hit her melting into freezing water on impact before steaming off her extremely hot body. Once the avalanche passed over her, Fate stood up and looked around to locate Gawain again, steam flowing from her back in long tendrils.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 23, 2016 2:02:13 GMT
Stepping into the soft, white covering, Gawain stopped in his tracks and turned fully to face his opposition, lowering his sword by his side as he did so. Some breathing space did him well, allowing him to calm his breathing and allow his injuries to recover, but the same applied to his opponent. He watched as F.A.T.E fell to the ground, having exhausted herself from combat; however, Gawain was surprised. Any person knew their limits going into battle and going all-out right from the start was generally a risky decision, and yet, there she was. Perhaps she expected to end the fight swiftly and easily, but such a thought could easily cost the entire battle for a participant. Gawain wasn't sure of F.A.T.E's motives, but he wasn't exactly going to allow an opportunity to escape.
Approaching her slowly, his sword raised cautiously in front of him while his left arm stayed by his side, Gawain wondered if F.A.T.E already utilized too much of her Aura, but there he stood corrected as his opposition rose from the ground with a mysterious screech, not from her mouth in particular but from her. Halting his movement, Gawain lowered himself into a stance comparable to his first -his sword raised diagonally from his lower left side- ready for the next attack; however, he was bewildered when her target wasn't him but the peak of the mountain. Providing his body more time for recovery, Gawain lowered his stance and examined the situation before reacting. Still, he could tell she was up to no good.
Her motive for the peak was unknown, only to be revealed when she acted, so Gawain focused on a more prominent and “loud” detail, the sudden screech. It didn't sound like a howl, a sound of agonizing pain, but more like an object starting to break. Gawain assumed that the object at hand was most likely her armor hidden underneath, but just four pieces couldn't be enough to make such a catastrophic noise. He wondered if she had more armor underneath her clothes, but there were her clothes that would give away such a detail. F.A.T.E was truly a mind-boggling case. Withdrawing the detail to the back of his head, Gawain focused on her action at hand, gripping his sword by his right side as he waited. As much as he would love to figure what the origin of the sound was, there was still a battle to be fought.
Noting her distinct motions, Gawain watched as F.A.T.E utilized the region around them to her an advantage. With her bodily heat, her position, and the given mountain, she had every tool at her disposal to bury him under a large mass of snow while her heat easily protected her from any incoming danger. Sad enough to say, Gawain played himself right into her hands, but he wasn't going to lose the battle just yet. He'd lose the element of surprise, but he didn't have to hold back any longer. With his potential to manage Aura, he could keep his Semblance usage at a moderate rate while he just had to run F.A.T.E out of her Aura.
Sheathing his sword as the avalanche started, Gawain lowered himself into a running stance, keeping his left hand closed while his right hand open. He exhaled and inhaled, keeping a steady breath before he focused his strength into a run towards the mountain. Raising his right hand in front of him for a moment, his body glowed white, and when his arm threw itself out, a white Glyph appeared only a few meters in front of him. So, the swordsman jumped, landing on the pad and then jumped again, further into the air. He couldn't leap great distances as well as F.A.T.E, but he trained well enough to make it above the avalanche and into the safety of the air with the usage of three Glyphs. The placement of each one had to be timed and spaced correctly, but Gawain was a strategist and tactician at heart, making it easy for him.
Gawain's Semblance was utility based, allowing him to create Glyphs to act as platforms or even defensive walls to interrupt physical bodies, be it an object or a person. Nevertheless, interacting with a Glyph would cause it to shortly disappear after, so making each jump between one Glyph to another planned destination needed almost perfect coordination. Still, there was also the decision of how to get down.
Standing atop his third Glyph, Gawain could feel the object start to disappear as he examined the surrounding area for his target. Considering the distance between the two, making an aerial attack would require the usage of additional resources, so Gawain defaulted towards a simple landing, utilizing just one Glyph to break the fall half-way down and the snow below for a more comforting impact. Climbing out of the snow was a bit more troublesome, however, but he managed and slowly made his towards the greenery, tracking his opponent as he did so. With his right hand on the handle of his sword and left hand to hold the sheath, Gawain wondered if she was surprised or if she was going to attack again. Either way, the battle was going to continue, only with his tool revealed and one tactic eliminated for her.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 23, 2016 3:59:34 GMT
Fate watched as Gawain stepped once, twice, thrice on glowing white symbols in the air to get over her avalanche. Well, it was a good effort, and it caused her to see one of her opponent's tricks. As he landed and moved towards the grasslands, Fate looked around. She was quite high up, and her cybernetic body could likely handle the fall from this height. She released her claw from the mountainside, turned towards Gawain, and leaped straight off the mountain. She soared through the air, falling rapidly down towards Gawain. Upon landing, she hit the ground in a burst of heat and tremors thumping through the ground. Her knees braced and the sound of pneumatic servos firing was audible throughout the arena. Fate grimaced, realizing she may have just blown her entire cover as a robot, but hoping that people simply attributed it to some form of exosuit worn under her clothing. She stood and charged again at Gawain, this time simply unleashing a flurry of claw swipes that left waves of heat in the air. A sour grimace was on her face, realizing that she might have burned her greatest trump card in her first battle. The jump was a mistake, though the tremors through the battlefield would have served well as a way to through her opponent off balance, mentally and physically. "Surrender, there is no way you can beat me." Fate followed this statement up with a spinning kick to the side of Gawain's head, attempting to bludgeon him back to the ground.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 23, 2016 6:51:10 GMT
As F.A.T.E's body soared through the air, approaching closer towards Gawain's location, he slowly retreated with his back away from her. If she planned on engaging in combat right after her fall, then he'd be caught out without any offense or defense to go from; his sword was still sheathed for a reason, of course. A surprise opening strike would provide a nice transition into his assault; however, F.A.T.E was a skilled combatant, nonetheless. Her defense would most likely be heavily similar to her assault, and in close-range, her assault was far more deadly than his. Gawain had to be cautious when performing his strategy, but his tactic would have to wait as F.A.T.E soon arrived.
With her destructive impact, the swordsman stumbled for a moment, trying to catch his balance before focusing once more on his target. With noticeable cracks and deformity areas around the arena due to F.A.T.E's insane impact, Gawain had to be more careful about his maneuverability, but he at least learned more from the crash. F.A.T.E surely was using something beyond human ability; her Semblance didn't have to do anything with strength, so her body was completely something else. She had another weapon of some kind that adjusted her body beyond human capabilities, but no matter what weapon it was it didn't improve her fighting skills.
Drawing his sword, knowing that the impact eliminated whatever chance of assault he had, Gawain watched F.A.T.E rush at him once more, although rather haphazardly. She swung left and right continuously with no difference in pattern; nevertheless, the swordsman continued to retreat while blocking and evading each attack. Sometimes, he'd counter one of her strikes by clashing her claws with his sword before ducking and maneuvering around the next claw strike, but against her ravenous and swift attacks Gawain had little opportunity for attack. But, he just had to bear the storm until the calm would arise.
Ignoring her rather ignorant words, Gawain continued to maneuver and duck around each attack, clashing blade against claw just to barely get by, but when her leg came swinging, Gawain ducked in the wrong way. Her foot came straight against the side of his right cheek and upper eye. There was a clear mark as well as to what was hit, and as for injuries, the inside of Gawain's mouth felt terrible while his right eye shut for a moment. The impact knocked Gawain straight into the cracked ground; he tried retaliating in reaction, however, throwing out a horizontal strike from his sword as he fell, but he didn't know how much that was going to help his situation. The ground was death, especially against the type of combatant F.A.T.E was, and as such, Gawain needed to get up and away as fast as he could.
Landing on the ground, Gawain rose his left hand as his body glowed white. Throwing his hand out to his side, a Glyph appeared slanted, right above his body; if she tried to go from a frontal assault, then the Glyph would act as a shield long enough for Gawain to maneuver out. Turning away, Gawain rushed up from the hard ground and dashed into a turning slide to catch any attack F.A.T.E was going for. However, the Aura usage there was slightly higher than normal; allocating it in a calmer situation was easier, but almost losing the duel was well worth any usage. Gawain just needed to press his advantage when her Aura levels were low.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 24, 2016 0:25:03 GMT
Fate found herself parrying a weak horizontal slash as Gawain fell to the floor. The parry was her simply grabbing the blade between her claws and throwing it aside, the strike costing her a small amount of aura because of it. Fate quite literally jumped at the opportunity provided her, lunging at her opponent in an attempt to get atop him and end the fight. Instead of meeting flesh however, Fate found herself slamming into a glowing white barrier. Upon impact she looked at it, noted its slanted design, and jumped straight over it. The barrier had given him a few seconds to at least once again ready his defenses as Fate charged him again. For a robot who's mind couldn't be clouded in combat, she was not the greatest tactician, nor did she have many options other then "get in close and tear them to shreds". Fate shoved her left hand forward in a jab, claws pointed forward for the most damage. As she did that her right hand sliced towards his right knee, attempting to grab it and tear it out from under him, or at least slash his leg if he jumped backwards. The maneuver left her open to retaliation, but with her head swinging in to give Gawain a sharp blow to the forehead with her metallic one, Fate believed it was a risk that would pay off for her. After all, her entire fighting style relied on shoving her opponents so far onto the defensive they don't have time to react, and eventually felling them with her razor sharp claws.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 24, 2016 1:33:38 GMT
Without his sole weapon, Gawain was left completely without any offense against F.A.T.E. The only offensive tactic he had to go off of weaponless was his skill to dodge and counter, but against F.A.T.E's Semblance, countering was almost invalid. So, his only option was to dodge and outlast each blow of hits before racing away to find and take hold of his sword. Taking two steps back to straighten his body out, Gawain raised his left and right arm in front of him, similar to how an average brawler would position his hands. Hand-to-hand combat was never Gawain's best suit, but he knew enough to dodge and land a clean blow before withdrawing his sword or escaping to retrieve it. The idea was like typical combat with his sword, just without the sword. He just needed to apply that skill against F.A.T.E; nevertheless, he was slightly nervous, but he didn't show it, at least.
As F.A.T.E dove right in for a quick yet telegraphed left, Gawain shifted to his right with an immediate duck, trying his best not to get trapped between her left and right limbs. However, with his body shift, she followed quickly as well, swiping straight at his right knee with her claw. As for a reaction, Gawain immediately hopped backward, allowing her to swipe at his knee with the edge of her claw, but the slight burn and damage was mitigated by his knee guards. He was glad he added those in to his armor. As for the immediate and rather risky followup with her head, Gawain leaned headfirst backward to escape and lead her attack on, only to follow with a weave towards his right before making one large risk to provide him time for his sword. He wasn't going to get another chance, so he took it.
Just a single moment after the his shift, Gawain threw his left hand out as a straight, aiming for the side of F.A.T.E's head; however, he was unexpected to find himself reeling from the impact. If there was any burn he felt that as well, but the rather metallic impact caused a majority of the pain. Grinding his teeth to hold in the pain, he pressed his left hand between his right arm and side before running off to find his sword. They weren't so far away from it, so finding a white and blue object in the midst of a green yet destroyed meadow wasn't too hard. Nevertheless, Gawain knew that F.A.T.E was surely inhuman with his single blow.
Sliding towards his sword for the quick grab and turn, the once-more equipped swordsman turned to meet his opponent like before, waiting for her next attack or even when she would fall. Either way, Gawain exhaled and waited, trying to catch as much air as he could before the next engagement.
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Post by F.A.T.E on Jun 24, 2016 5:09:16 GMT
Thud
The slightly metallic sound didn't quite echo, but it did ring loud enough to show to Gawain and Fate. Fate snarled, her systems instantly reading the blow and bruising her face and bleeding her nose in accordance. Her eyes clouded with red for merely a moment, before the safeguards within her brain kicked in and all her anger dissipated. The emotion upon the android's face slowly faded, being replaced by the cold distance appropriate to an emotionless machine. She studied the battlefield, noting the cracks tearing through the meadow and the pile of snow at the base of the mountain. With Fate's superior mobility, the cracked ground was suddenly a severe terrain advantage. Fate slowly circled Gawain, subtly placing a particularly large fissure behind her opponent. Charging calmly, yet still very aggressively towards the opposing man. Her semblance lowered its intensity, the heat dulling to a mere uncomfortable burn and her claws lowering to a slightly less terrifying blue. Her systems were giving small warnings to the level she was pushing herself, though her aura levels remained decently high. Not having a real semblance to burn aura on will do that after all. Upon arriving adjacent to Gawain, she swung her left hand in a broad sweep, not so intent on hitting but more focused on forcing a backwards dodge-though impact was a good side effect. As soon as that claw strike finished her other hand swung in a similar pattern with similar intent. Finally she lifted a leg and kicked forward as hard as she could. Either he backed away again and hopefully tripped over the elevation, or he took her foot to his chest and hit the ground anyway. Either way following it she pounced on top of him, knees pinning down his arms as she tore at his chest with such rapid strikes they seemed to be fueled by fury, except the cold nothingness in her face portrayed no signs of anger, or any other emotion.
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Post by Gawain Egret on Jun 24, 2016 7:39:26 GMT
MUSE
Her movements were no longer without murderous intent. She didn't follow with an attack right away, but instead she simply circled around him like a predator would to its prey. Rising from his spot, Gawain rubbed his face for a moment, soothing out whatever adjustments F.A.T.E's kick made; he had the time to, of course. While his opposition stalked him, circling around him, Gawain examined his environment, the exact situation he placed himself in, and what plan he had from there. They were once more at a distance away from each other; F.A.T.E would most likely engage once more, and with her capabilities as an offensive fighter, Gawain would have to allow her that. But, with her sudden change in tone, Gawain knew that her tactics would change, and he'd have to adapt quickly, lest the battle was over. However, when the examination of his environment came, the defensive swordsman soon realized his predicament.
Gawain allowed his opponent to circle him straight against a wall, the metaphor being a chasm in the arena. Her destruction of the arena clearly wasn't on accident but instead created an advantage for her. She was skilled enough to travel significant distances in single bounds, close spaces with minimal time, but he knew that such feats weren't humane. She was something else, something different. Nevertheless, if he used his Semblance once more, then he could escape his predicament and counter her when she made her leap, but he'd still be trapped with the fissure to his back. His Semblance had to be limited to emergencies or for a insured victory, and his situation wasn't one of the two. Facing his opponent head on was his best option then.
Taking his stance as F.A.T.E began charging, Gawain noted her change in pace, not only in her charge but as well as her Semblance change. She adjusted to her weakness, and as such he couldn't rely on her breaking down to end the fight. The battle would have to end with either his Aura reserves being lower than hers or hers being lower than his, and Gawain wouldn't want it any other way. A true fight, one that tested both combatant's skills until a perceived end, was a fight that Gawain wanted. Charging forward to meet his opponent, the growing Huntsman smiled just for a moment before tossing the thought aside. Even if the experience was more pleasing, there was still a fight to be fought.
Watching her left hand make a broad swipe at him, Gawain dashed and ducked underneath the strike, unwilling to bend anymore. Raising his sword kept down to his right side, he clashed the blade against her right claw, intending to push her hand all the way back. Face-to-face, he stared into the eyes of his opponent, knowing that she was different than him, stronger perhaps, but still he refused to lose. Noticing the raise of her leg at the proximity they were at, Gawain thrust the pommel of his sword into F.A.T.E's chest before dodging inward from her leg. With the lift of her leg and the perceived hit, she would most likely fall, and Gawain could take advantage of the situation, but he waited to see her reaction.
Even though her attacks were different, they were more telegraphed, slower, and less aggressive. Gawain wasn't afraid of her anymore. He learned her aggressive strategy, and as for a calmer approach, it just didn't fit her.
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