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Post by Event Admin on Jul 5, 2016 11:24:54 GMT
Contenders: Aegle Vitus (RLR) vs. Jet Jeyson (Syne)Arena:Half Forested Mountain, 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 possible disqualification. DQ can be avoided by alerting either site's staff about a valid reason for one's absence. Final posts (the 10th post for each contender) must be an exit post that includes the bell that ends the match. The match MUST begin by tomorrow, July 6th 2016. For every day the match doesn't start thereafter, both participants will lose one post each.Battle Start!
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 7, 2016 2:00:25 GMT
For most of the audience, this wasn't the first time they had seen Aegle Vitus. For some, this was the second or even the third time they had turned out to watch the pint-sized Atlesian fight. Still, despite being one of only a handful of quarter finalists, there were some in the crowd who were seeing Aegle for the very first time, and what they saw was certainly eye catching, if absolutely nothing else.
Aegle stood roughly centered on her side of the hexagonal arena. She was barely five feet tall, yet there was exactly zero chance of her being overlook, thanks partly to a mohawk which added a further foot to her overall height, and thanks mostly to the hideously orange hoody she wore. Some colours are carefully mixed and balanced, and some were clearly the result of some terrible misadventure on the part of the mad dyer who'd conceived them. Aegle's hoody, and her mohawk for that matter, fell squarely in this second category. Not only was the orange eye stingingly bright, almost to the point that it could have been weaponized, it was also decidedly putrescent in hue. It was the sort of colour that made everything immediately surrounding it seem drab and unremarkable by contrast, while at the same being terribly difficult to look directly at. Maybe that was why someone had attempted to mute the hoody, so much as such a colour could be muted, by wrapping it unevenly in what, on closer inspection, was clearly dozens of yards of black electrical tape. It looked like, at least at some point in the distant past, the unevenly layered tape might have formed stripes on the hoody, but that was plainly no longer the case. Where the tape wasn't already peeling off, it had been subject to one of the other deleterious effects which had left their mark on the abominable garment. Small holes had been burnt haphazardly across its entire surface, and three sets of paired horizontal cuts had been slashed into one side. Finally, the sleeves just above the wrists had been seared to the point of chalky blackness. Rudimentary repairs had been attempted, exemplified by a discarded safety pin here and forgotten clothespin there, before the decision had apparently been made to simply add more electrical tape and call it a day.
Somehow, the tiny figure wearing the hoody managed to be even stranger than the absurd garment itself. It's wearer was staring up into the stands, grinning broadly, and frantically waving one hand back and forth over her orange combed head. "Woo, Yeah!" Aegle called out, over the dull roar of the crowd that reached the contestants in the arena. Her emerald eyes burnt brightly with a manic, almost enraptured energy, which her body language communicated a nearly terminal level of excitement. She hopped awkwardly from one foot to the other while her upraised hand scythed through the air in heavy, sweeping swings, the momentum of which was sufficient to unbalance her restless hopping. The whole effect was that of a self-confident child, greeting the world with the sort of innocence and enthusiasm that only the very young or very mad were capable of. Through the irrepressible energy of her movements, it was difficult at first to notice the more incongruent aspects of Aegle's appearance, but they made gradually made themselves apparent as she turned in place to greet the entire stadium. For one, she didn't moved quite right. There was an awkwardness to certain motions which, while not appearing difficult, seemed to hitch slightly. Her steps, for example, were quick and asymmetrical, with one leg covering for the range of motion the other apparently lacked. Her waving too, despite nearly explosive levels of enthusiasm, emphasized a very slight slouch in her shoulders, from which the orange haired girl was evidently incapable of rising past. Then there was the noise. Not the deafening whooping and cheering she answered the crowd with, but the rhythmic, repetitive, mechanical whirring that accompanied absolutely every movement he made. Something was moving with her, secreted beneath her baggy clothes and barely glimpsed through the numerous holes in her hoody.
After a couple of revolutions, the puzzling, orange creature that was Aegle Vitus cast her attention across the central arena. "Hey there~" She yelled shrilly at Jet, with a pitch and volume that could wake someone up better than even the most blood curdling scream. This was her first time seeing her opponent, whose fight she'd missed due to recovering from her own, but whom she'd heard a little bit about. She'd done her best to keep what she heard to a minimum though, wanting nothing more than for their first meeting to be a surprise. "I'm Aegle Vitus!" Cupping the side of her mouth unnecessarily, the orange haired girl somehow managed to redouble the loudness of her shout, "S'great to meetcha!" She glanced away momentarily as the terrain randomizers finally made their pick and the arena began rumbling beneath her feet. Her briefly surprised expression promptly resumed its face splitting grin, however, and her lambent green eyes affixed themselves to Jet once more. "You gotta be pretty strong to have made it this far!" She shouted at him while simultaneously crouching down to pick up a heavy looking, orange and black striped suitcase at her side. Straightening up, visibly weighed down by the case she'd plucked off the ground, Aegle pointed at Jet. There were bandages tightly wrapped around her fingers, and a padded, metallic ring was visible beneath the cuff of her sleeve. "You better gimme yer best shot!"
And with that, Aegle dropped the case she'd only just picked up, which slid smoothly down her back and landed heavily on the ground just behind her foot. Without looking, never taking her eyes off of Jet, she tapped the heel of her steel toed boot against a button on the case's front. Immediately, the case flipped open and dull, deep humming radiated out from where Aegle stood. "So come on..." She said, as the case unfolded into a thin, metal exo-skeleton just a bit taller than she was. A sharp, musical chime abruptly sounded from the device as it finished its transformation. Still pointing, Aegle stepped back into the two metal boots that had formed at the exo-skeleton's base. With a loud clank, the boots closed around her feet, encasing them in steel up to just below her knees. "Put 'em up..." Her free hand slipped into one of two gauntlets that resided at either end of the exo-skeleton's arms. She dropped her pointing hand, which followed suit, and fell back into the rigid back of the exo-skeleton's spine. Several clanking sounds, muffled by baggy fabric she wore, came from Aegle's body as it was sinched into place. "And show me..." Then, right as the terrain finished forming around them, the low humming emanating from Aegle's exo-skeleton kicked into a higher pitch. The three pointed claws that capped either arm snapped together to form a pair of thick punching spikes. Then, bringing her hands before her to guard the significant amount of her body her weapon, The Oupis, left exposed, Aegle finished. "Whatcha got!"
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Post by Jet on Jul 7, 2016 20:06:17 GMT
Jet was whistling a tune as he waited his turn for his next fight. Apparently, he was facing some girl who fought with a clawed exoskeleton as a weapon. He had no idea what the thing could do other than… well, claw, but he wasn’t that curious, he’d learn while fighting, the best way!
Making his way to the arena, he triple checked his weapon’s condition to make sure it was pristine, ready to kick-ass, or in this case, whip it… no weird thoughts here, but the double entendre did get a chuckle from him.
The girl looked strange to him a bit. Well, not ugly or whatever but, her clothing and hair was definitely not made to appeal. Her mohawk was pretty cool, but not his style. Not that it mattered; her unique looks just brought this line of thoughts to him. Right now anyway, he was more concentrated on watching her equip her suit. She made a show of it, so it was only polite to look it till the end before interrupting with anything until she was done. He had to say, she did look intimidating.
With a smirk, he flicked his right wrist and two of the small blades from his bracer flew in the air. He let them spin for a little before catching them, his finger slipping in the holes with practiced ease. Not that the move was useful at all in combat, no point making the blades spin like that, but it looked cool so of course he practiced it. “Right back at ya, Punkie!”
He was happy enough with the terrain selection, forested area are always nice for his 3D fighting style. The snowy mountain though… well not that it would impair his fighting, but he didn’t know yet how to take advantage of it. They’d probably end up there at some point for whatever reason, he’d figure something out. Taking a stance, he waited for the match to start, eyeing the countdown until it reached zero.
The moment he was told to start, the black haired guy was on the move with a straight dash toward his opponent. She was protecting her body by crossing her weapon in front of her and seemed to be waiting for an attack, so he wasn’t going to disappoint. Once close, he threw a right hook to her left arm, knowing full well there would be no damage hitting the exoskeleton, but that wasn’t his aim. With his arm close, he let Drachenrüken loose, a few blades of the chain spilling out to hook on the arm, using his semblance to control it so it would slither around the limb like a snake, all within barely a second. Should she manage to avoid it though, he would have the tip dig into the floor for his next move.
He still had a forward momentum and a quick step to his left allowed him to jump to her right, using his momentum and his anchored weapon to make a full turn around her, potentially wrapping her up and preventing her arms to move. At the end of his turn, he reeled in a little to speed himself up straight toward her, his left knuckled fist sailing straight to the first non-protected area he could reach.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 8, 2016 23:47:16 GMT
Had she only been taking her two previous matches into account, Jet's sudden, straight forward charge might have surprised Aegle. Her prior opponents had seen fit to, at least for a time, maintain a safe distance from her, at least one of whom having reasoned that anything in punching distance of the Oupis was liable to be punched distressingly hard. Still, when her opponent started a headlong sprint towards her within an instant of the proverbial bell being rung, the orange haired girl wasn't surprised at all. In fact, she didn't so much as flinch and scarcely moved as Jet closed the distance between them. This was because, simply put, she'd had no expectations of what her opponent might do. To Aegle, combat was simply too fast paced to bother trying to anticipate your opponent's actions all the time. Much better, she'd long ago decided, to react quickly to what her opponent did do, rather than what they might do. One thing did puzzle her however, and she had only barely managed to sort it out when Jet closed quarters with her. "Punkie..?"
When Jet attacked, Aegle met him head on, at which point she gave her foe an introduction to the capabilities of The Oupis and those of its wearer. With her hands up and her focus set on him, Aegle was just about as ready to deal with whatever Jet threw her way as she possibly could be. Responding to minute and fractional stimuli, including everything from his posture to the way the muscles in his face tightened right before he swung, Aegle's obsessively, self destructively trained muscle-memory took over. She didn't have an exact picture of what kind of attack he was going to throw, but what she gleaned was enough for her honed reflexes to do the rest. Her reaction came without the need for conscious and bypassed her brain entirely to allow her to respond nearly instantaneously.
As Jet swung at her left hand, Aegle lashed out with her right. It wasn't a brutal, sweeping hook but a quick and clean jab. While she did nothing to prevent the snare of his weapon around her left wrist, honestly having not even noticed it, her lightning quick punch was much quicker than his subsequent efforts to leap around her. It was scarcely the hardest punch she could throw, but it was fast and savagely accurate and put the long punching spike at the end of her fist on a collision course with Jet's face. What was more, her left hand began to cock back as well, preparing to make a combination out of her opening punch.
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Post by Jet on Jul 10, 2016 20:07:25 GMT
Jet’s side jump was interrupted before he could perform it, a large blade coming toward his face faster than expected. He did expect a counterattack so he wasn’t taken completely off guard and managed to shift to his right, dodging the punch with a hair’s breath. He didn’t simply dodge though, he also used his right palm to push further aside the girl’s armored jab.
So she seemed reactive enough, that was good. A lot of fighters that use high powered suits for fighting rely on them too much. Though this one didn’t seem like it was made for protection, it was still a trend that he noticed before which had the unfortunate effect of making people more sluggish. Jet doubted he could beat her in pure strength battles, he was only human and she was enhanced, but it didn’t mean he was completely helpless.
Sliding his right foot in at the same time as he deflected the blow, he spun along the mohawk girl’s extended right arm to move inside her guard. His momentum increased by the spin, he ended it with an elbow strike to her chest area with his left arm, going for as much damage as distraction. Her cocked left arm had been a dead giveaway that she was going for a second strike, but Jet didn’t intend to even try to dodge it. Instead, he rushed to it, trying to take her by surprise and reduce the incoming damage by being hit before full velocity was reached.
He swung his right arm as he moved, concentrating to have his aura take the whole of whatever hit might come. The chain on his bracer was still looped around her right arm, but he let it unfurl as he moved, aiming to wrap it around her left arm too to potentially shackle her. Even should it work, it wouldn’t impair her very long before she managed to free herself but Jet started to move to her left, pulling his chain tight, and planning to use any opening he had to strike with his left knuckle to the side of her head.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 10, 2016 21:30:19 GMT
Jet was right in his observations; The Oupis had never been meant to function as armour, as all it really protected was Aegle's hands and feet. Rather, it had been designed explicitly power and speed, and that purity of focus had made sure the rig excelled in both areas. There was essentially no delay between action and reaction between Aegle and her suit, with the Oupis responding to her movements so near the instant she made them as to be functionally simultaneous. Then there was its strength. Jet had been equally correct in guessing that the Oupis afforded its wearer a truly colossal amount of physical stopping power. So while closing distance with Aegle's cocked back left fist had been a very wise decision on Jet's part, the effective impact was still immense. The Oupis empowered Aegle to be able to both lift and throw hundreds of pounds, and even what paltry wind up she had been allowed brought with it the force of a hammer blow. Still, Jet's gambit did let him sneak past Aegle's defenses, and there was nothing she was able to do to prevent his elbow from driving itself soundly into the center of her chest. Ribs creaked beneath the bony blow, and the orange haired girl expelled a gasp both sharp and surprised.
Where Jet had rearranged his protective energies to soak up as much of her impact as he could, it seemed like the exact opposite was true where he struck her chest. Though some aural protection had certainly been present, it was well below the level typical of most huntsman. What was perhaps even stranger was the fact that, despite the fact that Aegle had clearly felt the blow, it didn't rattle her at all. In fact, a strange sort of clarity washed over her face in the instant following the impact. As her left hand struck him, its impact muted by his close proximity, Aegle tried to coil back her right for a followup, which was when she noticed the chain that snared it. It took her eyes a moment to follow the chain back to its source, and then she understood. As Jet released the chain and sent its end out towards her left hand, Aegle acted. She put her greater weight to use and shoved forward as her hands were clamped together, trying to unbalance Jet if she could, then she half stepped back and raised her bounds hands over her head.
If her foe had been hoping for an opening he could exploit, he immediately found one. With her hands upraised, there was nothing protecting the majority of Aegle's body which the Oupis left exposed. The only catch came in the form of the huge metal club formed by Aegle's chained fists, and the truly titanic amount of force they began to fall with.
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Post by Jet on Jul 11, 2016 18:51:06 GMT
From certain angles it would be possible to think he had actually released the blade chain entirely from his bracer, but that wasn’t the case. Hell it wasn’t even something he was able to do… maybe an idea for the future! That being the case, how things were, the tip was curled and stuck somehow in her right arm, then a small length had been looped around the left arm, but the remaining part of his weapon was still attached to his bracer on his right arm. The end result was a bound pair of hands on the girl, linked to his own arm. Jet was keeping the whole thing taut so that she wouldn’t be able to create slack too easily to free herself, but that also meant her rising of her joined fist pulled on him, making the black haired guy lose a bit of balance. Nothing he wasn’t prepared for but it still got him in a position where dodging would be impossible without releasing her.
He didn’t even think on his next move. He saw the hammer blow coming from above and his reflexes had him crouch down. As the chained hands were coming down, the length of his weapon that was connected to his body was becoming slack and giving him room to move, So now crouched down and not a fraction of a second to think, he just dove forward while still facing his opponent, letting his weapon release a bit more chain. He would go between her legs if he could, or on her left side if not, but in any case, he still got hit on the left leg as he jumped. The blow was tremendously strong, making his knee hit the ground hard as well as make his whole limb feel numb.
The moment he landed he shot up on his good leg and pulled on the blade chain. If he managed to get behind her from under her, she would be stuck with her hands low unless she wants the blades to slice upward. In any other cases, he would just get some distance, trying not to stand too hard on his injured left leg. He knew he couldn’t actually beat her in pure strength so he was ready to react to her next move.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 12, 2016 0:17:40 GMT
Though the Oupis certainly added a little to Aegle's overall stature, it was not to the degree where a full grown man, even a small one, would be able to roll between her legs unimpeded. She remained on the smallish side, despite the extra couple of inches her combat rig provided, leaving Jet able only to go around, unless he meant to roll right into her armoured shins. Aegle felt momentary gratification when the force of impact rattled up her bound arms, though it was apparent almost immediately that she'd not scored a clean hit. She caught a brief glimpse of her foe as he rolled around her side, right before her arms were yanked after him by the tightening chain. It was by virtue of her training as a boxer that she didn't immediately tip forward, overbalance both by the reeling chain and the lack of anything substantial to absorb her blow. She didn't understand, a fact she plainly displayed on her baffled face, what was pulling her as she turned in the direction her arms seemingly wanted to go. As she shifted her footing, long practice kept her from crossing her feet, a fact which served to keep her firmly rooted as she finally spied the cause of her confusion. To wit, her emerald eyes alighted upon the telltale trail of chain which connected her bound wrists to Jet's, and a triumphant grin spread across her lips.
"You're pretty quick, you know?" She told her opponent without so much as a hint of the breathiness which should result from a rattling blow to the chest. She spread her fingers, thereby spreading the three claws on either hand which made up her claws, and snatched the trailing lead of chain where it dangled from her wrists. Then, twisting her wrist, she wrapped the bladed chain tightly around the steel pincer which held it, locking her grip upon it. Finally, with a all her might, she pulled the trailing slack taught. She didn't know the exact mechanics on how his strange weapon worked, and admittedly hadn't given them very much thought. It was plain that he was letting out the length somehow, in order to be putting distance between the two of them, so Aegle merely intended to see just how quickly he could let out the slack. Honestly, she hadn't the slightest inkling what might result from her vicious tug on Jet's bladed chain, whether the bone snapping force of her yank would trip up or snare her foe, whether he'd be able to let it out fast enough to evade harm, or whether the chain would simply snap under the tension. If she had been at all inclined to make predictions, which Aegle was not, she would have guessed the former two outcomes as being the most likely. Any chain designed for combat and bladed to harm Huntsman wasn't going to snap easily, and though she was confident the Oupis could manage it, the conditions weren't quite right at that particular moment.
So, Aegle pulled. She pulled as suddenly and as hard as she could, which turned out to be both very suddenly and exceedingly hard. Hard enough to uproot a small tree or tear a steel door off its hinges. And then she waited expectantly to see what happened.
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Post by Jet on Jul 12, 2016 19:45:33 GMT
Jet’s weapon is indeed weird. It’s a chain of blades curled around a mechanical bracer which allows him to reel and unfurl a pretty respectable length of it. What is never evident to people, is that every blades are individually attached and can be removed and reattached as needed. Of course, the design itself is pretty dangerous for the user too since it’s easy to swing it the wrong way and cut one self. Practice helps, but if Jet didn’t have his semblance, he wouldn’t have reached this level of mastery. That being said Drachenrüken had a bunch of secrets and no one ever expect this one for some reason.
“And you’re sturdier than you look!” He had been waiting for it, the moment where she would pull on the chain to unbalance him, but if she expected to pull him toward her, she had quite a surprise. Running his semblance through his chain subtly, all of the small latches that kept the blades around her arms and in her grip together on the central wire unlocked at the same time. By pulling, all she did was have the blades slide along the wire. The thin metal string started reeling at the same time, passing through the blades that were around her arms. Jet had designed it so that it was impossible to bend the blades of the chain in a way that would prevent the wire to slither smoothly out of grasp. Granted, it’s usually stupid to grab his chain, what with how it would just cut through the person’s fingers, but always prepare for every situation, like fighters with the ability or equipment to grab said chain without risk. That was two in a row even, so he was damn happy he planned ahead.
Potentially, the roles could have been reversed, if she pulled too hard on something with literally no resistance to the point where she could lose her balance. If she did or not didn’t matter to him though as while it would be a nice bonus, the move had another goal. The blades now freed, they started to slowly fall toward the ground, some even going a little upward from the girl’s hand motions as she pulled, creating a cloud of sharp metal pieces. With a smirk, Jet lifted both arms in front of his face and gathered his semblance, making them glow a dark teal color. His smile growing a bit, he closed both fist at the same time. Each blade stopped in mid-air and changed direction, all of them sailing toward his opponent from everywhere they had ended up, a large amount of them coming from her hip level in front of her up toward her abdomen.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 13, 2016 0:42:18 GMT
It was important in combat, Aegle thought, to keep expectations and predictions as far from her thoughts as possible, so that she might only react to what her opponents did, rather than what they might do. Still, there were certain things which she couldn't help but expect certain outcomes from. To wit, when Aegle yanked something, she sort of expected to feel some kind of resistance, even if it was just a brief, frictionless unreeling. When she yanked on Jet's chain and felt nothing, it proved that even she, with her decided lack of foresight, could have her expectations subverted.
Which is how it happened that Aegle found the only reaction to her savage tug to be a quiet, metallic rustling sound. Puzzled, though not yet alarmed, she glanced at the chain she had thought she was pulling on, only to find that somehow, despite having clamped it with her claws and wrapped it around her wrist for good measure, she had seemingly failed to hold onto the chain whip at all. Though her training had kept her from unbalancing or uprooting herself, her surprise was still palpable in her momentarily dumbstruck expression. What was more, Aegle found her hands were no longer bound, a state of affairs for which she had no explanation. There had been no satisfying resistance, no tension, no snap, and yet somehow she had managed to pull herself free. She had just enough time to notice the flakes of razor sharp metal which, even as she tried to comprehend the situation, were falling from the spot where once a whip had been. Aegle thought distantly that she must have somehow broken the whip, yet she still didn't understand why she hadn't felt it snap, and was about to ask Jet if he'd like to go get another so they could continue their fight, when her emerald eyes beheld the impossible. She saw that every last one of the small metal pieces had stopped falling, even those which had not yet reached the ground. And yet again, Aegle's bafflement became functional and for the moment B understanding. Though she did not know how Jet had done it, in fact did not have enough time to even recognize that it was Jet's doing, Aegle understood, instinctual, an attack when she saw one.
This all took place over the course of a couple of moments, this transition from utter confusion to shocked revelation, precisely the time it took for Aegle to feel no resistance on the tug and find her hands unbound and the air around her filled with flying metal. Her reaction was much quicker. Aegle's hands came together as the floating razors shot up at her. With a loud clank, the metal covering that made up her right gauntlet and claw swarmed onto her left arm in complicated and lightning quick dance of whirling metal. At the same time, the metal which coated her left hand peeled off and was similarly absorbed into orchestrated chaos on her left arm. From this chaos, built from the heavy plates of steel which had armored her hands and made up her weapons, sprang a shield as tall and wide as Aegle herself, which a last minute twist interposed itself between her and some of the flying steel. Quick as her reaction had been, and though she stopped enough blades to imitate rain falling on a tin roof, Aegle had not been quick enough to stop all the blades which Jet had flung at her. Her right arm in particular had been completely on protect in the split second it took her to interpose her shield, and pain crackled across it in red hot pulses. Similar though slightly less significant pains reported themselves in her side and shoulder, all on the right side of her body. Aegle noted these spots distantly, the way one might note an unpleasant smell while making no express attempt to determine its source. She had much more important things to do than feel pain.
Swinging her shield outward, Aegle batted the remaining metal out of the air like she were swatting a fly with an unusually large newspaper, and broke into a full on sprint. She didn't wait to see where Jet was before she started running, but once the shield was clear and she could see her foe once again, she was well on course to engage. Thin cuts peppered the right side of her body, leaving trails of shredded cloth and fluttering tape as he ran, while small spots of red wetness rapidly blossomed across the afflicted areas. Her aura, sufficient to keep any blades from going to deep, had been unprepared to prevent then from cutting her altogether, and the cuts were numerous and grisly. Even a cut on Aegle's cheek, just below her eye, began crying a steady stream of crimson. If nothing else, the display made Aegle's atypical use of Aura protection patently apparent. Few huntsman would allow themselves to be cut while their aura's still stood. What was more, it was very obvious that, at that moment, Aegle had aura to spare. For, as she closed the distance between herself and Jet, slamming her hands back together to reproduce her spikes from the metal of her shield, her aura in a sparkling effervescent haze that seemed to broil off her bare skin.
She opened with a classic closing technique, a combination which she could have performed unconscious. The moment her feet were planted, her left hand lashed out with a guarded backhand that swiped viciously for Jet's head. It was brilliantly executed move, one Aegle had repeated to the point of perfection, which hid its intentions till the last moment before becoming a very quick, attention grabbing swing. It was only once the backhand was primed that the true purpose of the attack became apparent, however. For as she swung with her left hand, Aegle cocked back her right and launched a cleaving hook which kept itself hidden behind the distracting backhand. This hook was just as practiced as the backhand, but served a much different purpose. Where the backhand demanded a reaction and punished slowness, the second blow, carefully concealed and implacably powerful, existed only to punish who attempted to dodge the first. It was ruthless initiating attack, designed to get Aegle as close as possible while at the same time putting an opponent on their heels and, along with the mechanized suit she wore, it was one of the most fine tuned weapons in her arsenal. As her right hand started to swing, safely hidden behind her left, only the thin trail of blood it left marked its presence to the recipient.
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Post by Jet on Jul 13, 2016 22:58:18 GMT
Jet couldn’t help but smirk as the blades landed a few good hits. For a moment he was taken off guard by her arms covering themselves to make a tower shield since she seemed focused on offense a lot, making a defensive move like this unexpected. As she was regaining her posture after his attack, the black haired fighter checked his own weapon. Good, he still had about a little over a meter long of blades, which still represented more than two thirds of his usual length off. He’d have to reattach a bunch of them though considering what he planned for the next part of the match.
Jet wanted to grab a few of the blades to reattach them quickly without spending aura to gather them so he planned to fight in this area a bit longer. He barely had his foot kick up a blade, catching it and placing it on his bracer that automatically installed it back in the chain, that his opponent with the funky hairstyle was charging him.
The backhand was very well executed and more than just dodge, Jet lifted his left arm for protection, trying to push the blow upward a bit while he crouched under it. As easy as that was, he quickly realized it was to hide the right hook coming at him, his eyes widening as he saw the spike closing in on his face. His reflex saved him as he managed to bring his right arm to block with his bracer. Her suit of course made her way more powerful than him and his arm was pushed back, effectively hitting himself with his own metal covered arm. It was better than a sharp spike that was for sure though, but his nose still broke from the impact.
Not wanting to just take the attack, Jet stepped in her guard, his vision a bit hazy from the recent pain but enough to see what he was doing. His right arm did its best to keep her own limbs away while he got back up from his crouch with an uppercut, using his left fist that was still holding one of his knuckle-like blade since the start of the fight. He followed it immediately with an upward swing from his right arm, as he took a step back, letting what remained of his blade chain out for a slash coming from below.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 13, 2016 23:53:28 GMT
Since the start of the match, since the beginning of the tournament, this had been the sort of fight which Aegle had wanted. Nevermind that her right arm had turned red with the multiple lacerations that had snuck through her guard, never mind that she'd been forced to take her shield before she was ready. She had finally gotten the close quarters, intimate combat which she had desired. Jet, either because of confidence or a simple inability to disengage, had not made any moves to put distance between himself and Aegle. Unlike Sky, her previous opponent, the dark haired boy had not even tried to evade her. She almost cheered when her backhand, as intended, ushered her foe right into the path of the oncoming hook. The connection rattled up her arm with the satisfying report she'd been after when she attempted to clobber Jet a few moments prior. It was everything Aegle could have asked for.
Driving forward with her right arm's swing, punishing Jet for his attempt to block her superior might, Aegle's extension let him move inside of her guard. Rather than back off and re-establish her defenses, Aegle pressed the attack further. After all, if he was inside of her guard, that meant that she could very easily get inside of his. When Jet primed to uppercut her, Aegle spotted the incoming attack, but by then she was already loading a jab of her own. Intent of maintaining her momentum, on keeping Jet on the defensive, Aegle made absolutely no move to block or even avoid the incoming blow and only steeled her jaw against the inevitable impact. Meanwhile, her own left hand, still recoiling from her opening salvo, cocked back and then fired forward. In one smooth motion, she loaded all the momentum from her missed back hand into the successive jab which, with her feet firmly planted, had all her body weight and power behind it. With his right arm poised to defend, Aegle was banking on Jet focusing his attention on his attempt to hit her, and she meant to act before he could realize she had no intention on avoiding his uppercut. Simultaneous to her throwing the much faster left jab, Aegle also loaded her right for a follow up uppercut. From the smoothness of her movements, from the way every single attack flowed right into the other, preserving momentum while shuffling it left and right, it was clear that Aegle was in her element. This was how she liked to fight, confident and with feet firmly planted, hands constantly moving, heedless of her opponents attempts to stop her.
Aegle never saw the blades looped around Jet's knuckles and had, in fact, forgotten they were even there.
Jet's fist landed right before Aegle's jab, and the pain flashed through her with searing intensity. It wasn't the familiar concussive throb of fist on bone, but the howling bite of something small and sharp. Brief, almost imperceptible surprise flashed across Aegle's face, while her aura automatically did the bare minimum required to rebuff the blow. Her head tipped back with the force of the impact, causing the blade to slice upward, along her cheek, following its imperfect connection with her jaw. Still, Aegle didn't pull away from the blow, didn't react to the worrying crimson pulse of pain that throbbed in the blade's wake. She didn't do anything which would throw off the course of her attack, and her emerald eyes, even with her head tipped back following Jet's punch, remained determinedly set on her own jab's destination. The cost was plain on her face, where a streak of red stretched from the edge of her jaw all the way to just beside her ear and, while it was impossible to tell how deep it had cut, the result was truly grisly. Within seconds, tears of red began spilling from the wound, betraying that Aegle's aura had not prevented the blade from cutting her, and streamed down her face. Yet she barely seemed to react, save the mechanical adjustment of her head, and the fact that the glow broiling off her skin seemed to grow in intensity. Before Jet could enact his slash from below, before he could so much as blink, he would need to contend with a jab which his own punch had failed to dissuade. Then, with as little time in between, he'd need to deal with the uppercut. An uppercut already ready to be sent on a collision course with his midsection.
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Post by Jet on Jul 14, 2016 23:17:26 GMT
At this point, Jet was smiling, but not because he managed to land a few hits and cuts, but because he was having fun. Originally, Jet is a martial artist. From a young age, his overflowing energy was focused at learning to fight hand to hand before branching to basic and exotic weapons. His mastery of the rope dart got him to make this weapon, yet he never really stopped liking the up close and personal type of fighting. Even better, his opponent seemed to also revel in these kinds of fights. He didn’t know her better but her form and general technique told him she wasn’t a novice either. Unfortunately for Jet, her suit gave her quite the advantage over him in this kind of fight; she was faster and stronger than him. Experience and general reaction time is what saved him till now but he knew his chances of winning in close combat were slim, especially since his footwork was now much slower from his left leg still being painful. His face was also starting to feel numb from his broken nose, his hormones shooting enough endorphins to knock him out if he was high on adrenaline. Really, this was an exciting fight and Jet loved challenges.
His uppercut landed, but so did Aegle’s jab. The way he was placed, the spike hit and dug pretty deep in his shoulder. His aura had tried to hold off as much of the attack but unless he spent it all to defend that one strike, he would be out immediately. So he used it to push himself back, the pointy end of the Oupis penetrated skin and flesh for a pretty deep stab. Jet had jumped back the moment his own strike landed, which was at the same time hers did, avoiding any significant damage from her uppercut which had a shorter range simply for being an uppercut. His upward slash was still sent as he jumped back, but he also stumbled a bit from landing on his left leg, his left arm also feeling like a dead weight instead of helping balance. It was still usable, in the fact he could move it with difficulty so his nerves weren’t severed, but it was dripping blood from his shoulder and he could muster no strength from it; he wouldn’t be punching anything with it anymore.
Reeling back his weapon in his bracer, Jet took a defensive stance with his right arm and leg forward. His left leg was painful but by gritting his teeth, he could still endure it and put his weight on it. There were still a few blades scattered around but he didn’t think attacking with them would result in anything, she was probably expecting it, so instead, he used a bit of his aura to call up his semblance and gather them toward him. Aegle was indeed between him and some of them, so if he was lucky and she didn’t see them he could score a few hits on her legs but he wasn’t counting on it. Each blades impacted his bracer in the perfect way to be reintegrated to his blade whip, gaining back full length.
Releasing a meter and a half of it, Jet started making it spin around him a bit like a rope dart. With practiced ease, he lifted his right foot, bearing the pain of his left one and had some of the chain wrap around it, conveniently only having the flat side in contact with the leg. With a grunt, he performed a spinning jump along with the already moving chain before kicking. The chain around his leg unfurled and shot straight forward toward Aegle, the heavier tip moving straight while the chain behind moved like a spiral. Jet’s arm shot downward at the last second, forcing the spiral movement of the chain forward and making the tip react like a whip just as it reached its target, virtually impossible to predict where exactly it would flick and slash since even Jet couldn’t control it without his semblance that he refrained from using here.
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Post by Aegle Vitus on Jul 15, 2016 1:57:19 GMT
Once again, Aegle felt the reverberations of impact echo up her arm as she watched her opponent recoil in pain. Once more, she struck a solid blow against her fleet footed foe and felt her blood ignite with the satisfaction of a clean connection. She wasn't at all surprised that her punch had not ended the fight, even though Aegle was well aware she packed enough punch to drain aura trained opponents with a single blow. She wasn't surprised because, presently, she held no expectations which might have been subverted. She existed entirely in the moment, reveling in the excitement of the combat, expectant of no future until it passed into the present. She was, however, minutely aware that he must have been doing the same thing she was doing, that he was letting some damage through in order to conserve his overall energy. Her jaw ached and her cheek stung fiercely where Jet's most recent blow had struck, but the pain registered only as a distant sensation, inconsequential to her present exultation. She distantly wondered how badly she'd hurt him, even as she narrowly missed the following uppercut, and less distantly hoped she hadn't hurt him too badly. It was all fine and good, her getting torn up, but she didn't want to go about hurting her opponents.
If it hadn't been for the fact that Jet lashed out at her as he disengaged, Aegle might have taken the brief intermission between attacks to make sure he was alright. Instead, she hopped urgently onto one foot and interposed one armoured shin into the path of Jet's rising whip. Sparks flew where the two metals met, and the Oupise was left with a fresh gouge in its orange and black paint as Aegle resumed her fighting stance. By then, Jet was reeling in his weapon, and creating a rather pretty humming-tinkling sound as he did so. Aegle took a moment to glance at where she'd struck him, and noticed not just the furtive way he held his shoulder and his plainly broken nose, but the way he was favoring one foot as well. She hadn't noticed his leg was hurt until that moment. Again, she considered asking if he was alright to continue, feeling a bit guilty for having hurt him without even noticing, but was rapidly distracted by a sharp pain in the side of her knee as something tore through her cargo pants. While Aegle didn't so much as flinch in response to the pain, she did look down to see what had happened. She barely caught the flicker of metal as the offending blade returned to its master's possession. As blood welled in the recently inflicted wound, staining her pant leg a dark brown, a vaguely hurt expression briefly passed over Aegle's face. Given that her face was also shiny and sticky with her own blood, not to the mention the horror show quality the rest of her possessed, such an offended expression looked laughably out of place.
When Jet began spinning his weapon, Aegle had just about recovered from her wounded concern. She made sure to remind herself that this was a fight and that, hurt or not, Jet was still her opponent and was evidently still game to continue the match. She wasn't used to people soaking damage the way she did though, and wondered how Jet was going to deal with the distraction and lessened coordination the injury and pain were sure to cause. Auras could make up for some of it but, unless they were like her, experience told Aegle that even trained fighters couldn't perform at their best when injured. As Jet kicked his whip towards her, Aegle lunged into motion. Despite apparent injury throughout her body, including the wound on her face which was still weeping copiously, there was no indication that the orange haired girl was operating at anything less than peak condition. Movements which should have been made debilitating by the sheer amount of damage she'd suffered didn't faze her, making it hard to tell exactly how hurt she actually was. The only real indication to her physical state was the effervescent orange light that sparked from her skin in dazzling motes. That and the blood.
Just as before, Aegle did not allow any efforts to defend herself impeded the straight forward offense of her advance. Her concern from a moment earlier had been relegated to the back of her mind, an inconsequential mental dilemma utterly secondary to the action and reaction of combat. The bladed head, heavier than the plated length it was attached to, came down on her like a striking snake, at which point Aegle's sole defense was to slightly twist her body as she ran. It sliced cleanly through her hoody and raked a deep cut down her side, impacting with enough force to crack one of the ribs it struck. The meat smack of fracturing bone was swallowed by the Oupis' shrieking mechanical wail, but the glow which broiled off of Aegle visibly intensified in the instant following the impact. Then she was upon Jet once again. Hobbled as he was, he could not hope to keep her at a distance indefinitely, least of all when she was more than willing to charge headlong into his attacks, forbidding any attempt to blockade her. This time it was Aegle's right hand which lashed out as she entered striking range, delivering a backhand the mirror twin of the one she'd used to conceal the right hook which broke Jet's nose. The only difference was that there was no accompanying left hook, hidden behind the right's back hand. Instead, Aegle loaded her left plainly, telegraphing a jab with it, though it was jab she had no intention of throwing. Instead, as her right completed its backswing, it would draw its momentum in towards her body and then launch forward with a successive haymaker. Despite her prior concerns for Jet's well being, there was no hesitation in Aegle to put an end to the fight right then and there if she could, even if that meant pummeling every last ounce of energy out of him.
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Post by Jet on Jul 16, 2016 1:27:46 GMT
Jet didn’t know much what to do more at this point. He was barely standing up and since the pain in his leg wasn’t getting better at all as time passed, there might have been a fracture or something. He wasn’t a physician; he wasn’t the best to tell much about his health condition. His left arm could only move to be a nuisance and to top it all, his vision was blurring from the accumulation of blood in his sinus, he could hardly breath from it either. Considering she was already faster and stronger than him with apparently either a more enduring body than him or a suit allowing her to ignore injuries, expecting to fight her with one good arm and one good leg was simply ridiculous.
Well, not like he was going to surrender, but winning wasn’t his aim anymore. Her attack wasn’t the kind he couldn’t dodge or block normally, hell he could still do it some, it was a wide attack, so he crouched under it on one foot, his right arm over him in contact with the attacking arm. He was also reeling his chain at the same time, the whole thing grinding against the suit’s metal fist, creating a shower of sparks. The moment the strike passed though, he was rising back up with a flurry of quick punches, all with his right fist, along her body while standing on his right leg only. Their strike power was relatively weak but since he was using a blade, they would still create some damage. He saw the jab coming as he was going up and was certain he could side step it in time by jumping to the side. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t a jab.
If he at least had his left leg, he could have braced backward and bent at the hip to let the haymaker sweep over him, but he didn’t. His reflex had him stand on his left leg for the move, eliciting a painful shout from the sudden pressure. The attack hit him first in the shoulder, pushing him back in his injured leg while pushing him backward. Instead of simply flying from the powerful impact, the arm slid upward and impacted under his jaw, literally lifting him up and throwing him a couple meters behind.
Not much more happened after that as the black haired guy only managed to stay conscious for barely long enough to say a single word. “…Ouch…” Still, he was smiling. It hurt and he lost, but he had a whole lot of fun.
(Aegle wins!!! Sorry I can't continue, it was really fun, but it would have become quite difficult for me to post from now on for multiple reasons. Beside, considering Jet's condition, I doubt I would have managed to have him last much longer. But really, I enjoyed that fight a lot ^^ Thanks!)
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