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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on Apr 3, 2011 1:48:06 GMT -5
Another typical day at Shibusen. Classes going on, students shuffling about to get to their rooms, teachers instructing, kids being distracted, some listening and taking notes... Same thing. School to learn. How it should be, and they should take advantage. But something was a bit off about today. Not much, not a huge change... Slight enough though that it could alter some of the normally occurring events into something more intriguing. Papers were mounted across the walls of the school. Not just a few here and there, but MANY. Take twenty steps down the hall, there would at the very least be ten notices posted. All of them stated the same thing, the same annoying message remained everywhere.
Attention
Looking for a Challenge?
2:00 Outside the front doors of Shibusen.
Make your intentions known enough. I'll find you if you're worthy.
One single girl was calling attention to herself, and her name was Alana Foster. A year she had spent training here, all on her own. At first, that's all she wanted. She wanted to learn and grow, know about herself and triumph what she could with her own abilities. But as of recently, the young woman came to the realization that she would need an accomplice to succeed at this school. Much here was unreachable without another along side her, to work with her and to build with her. Mainly, Alana wanted a partner.
But the notice did not specify that. Only that a challenge would be given. And a challenge she was. If they were looking for a fight, she would gladly take them up on it. Never would she turn down such an invitation. Her real desire was a partner though. And she wanted them driven. Driven enough to want to find out what could possibly be challenging them. To want to overcome such a test, even if they knew nothing about it. This was meant to draw out those as strong-willed as her. Or at least... maybe as competitive.
So there she sat. Stone beneath her, on leg resting up on the somewhat raised platform while the other dangled over the edge. It was about ten minutes past two and the girl still had not eyed anyone that seemed to have taken up her offer. Sure, people passed through these doors all the time. Students entering for class, students exiting from class. Teachers roaming about... Whatever. But no one yet that looked like they were on a mission. No one that caught her attention.
"I'm just going to attack random students if no one shows up..." The young woman muttered under her breath. Somewhat irritated but mostly impatient. Alana just craved a meister, and a challenge wouldn't have been awful either...
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Post by rocky on Apr 3, 2011 7:59:41 GMT -5
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Blizzard White!
Blizz, Fourteen, Mask Weapon,Partner: none
So it was just another typical day to any other student at Shibusen? A small figure walked down the hallways pairing into the classes with unfamiliar faces. Shrouded in a hooded sweatshirt of an ice blue color he snuggled inside of it. The long baggy black pants where wrinkled more and more as you looked down to his feet which his beat up black shoes remained on his feet dispute the untied shoelaces swaying back and forth as he trotted along the way. The faceless boy head tilted down when not looking side to side. He entered the halls as he found so many papers, papers that said the same thing on them. "A challenge eh?" He would read the paper out-loud. He wondered what his current level was compared to all of the other kids. Wondering if his parents where right in there worrying about him not being able to do a partial transformation yet. Who knows if he'd ever will be able to do it.
The challenge didn't say anything at all regarding what level of student or if they where meisters or weapons not even gender or what the challenge actually was. Blizz grew curios and wanted to see what this was all about. Even if it was only to watch the others who excepted this challenge and gage his own power level by comparing himself to them. The note was left very vague and Blizz assumed everyone was welcome. He turned around and headed to the doors even though he was supposed to be meeting with one of his teachers for a briefing on the rules here at shibushin, You see Blizz was a new student only just transferred here after the time came when his parents told him to get a partner that will be able to turn him into a weapon for the god of death himself.
Blizz wanted a partner for personal reasons other then becoming a weapon for his king. He was somewhat lonely not having anyone his own age to befriend. Blizz grew up in a isolated prison as the guards son. He never left the frozen Iceland known as Glacier prison since he journeyed there when he was about eight years old. The warmer weather all most didn't faze him in the slightest. Blizzard was all ways cold like there was ice running threw his body or something.
Blizzard walked over to the large doors and pushed threw them. Outside he sniffed the fresh air as he closed his eyes taking in deep breaths. A sudden spark of eagerness to take part in this mission erupted inside of him as the air filled his lungs. He wouldn't stand by and watch the event take place. No he had to be more active then that if he wanted to attract the best meisters in the school. His father would have scolded him for even thinking of watching from afar. Maybe that's what he was used to. His parents all ways giving there guidance to Blizzard for any situation he got himself into. Blizzard never had to be on his own before so it was different that he didn't have someone there to motivate him into doing the things he wanted. Blizz began to search for anything that stated there was a competition taking place here. He couldn't find any signs or crowd of people ready for some action. Blizz stopped in the middle of the entrance looking for something that screamed competition.
Students bumped into him and told him to get out of the way but the young boy ignored them. He was to focused on the task at hand to be dealing with these kids. He spotted Alana sitting down her eyes seemed to also be scanning the crowd. Blizz walked over to her and sat on the floor right under her. Without looking up he held the paper he ripped off the wall of the competition. "Hey I was wondering where this thing was taken place, I'm Blizzard White by the way," He pulled the paper down and tilted his head up at her shooting her a smile. "Everyone calls me Blizz for short though." He felt like it was only right to introduce himself to her since he asked for her guidance to the competition not realizing that she was the one who posted it.
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on Apr 11, 2011 11:21:44 GMT -5
Tests, not one of Slay's favorite things in the world since you actually had to study for them. But at the same time Slay loved to take them on as if they were a big group of thugs that he could challenge and of course beat. Or he would of if he didn't spend most of the time day dreaming about actually taking down a group of thugs and of course winning. As Slay left the class room with the less then satisfactory graded test in his book bag something on the wall caught his eye, actually a lot of something, there was an army of randomly placed papers on the wall that all said the same thing. A very direct and unspecific challenge to Slay, or at least in his mind. This kinda reminded Slay of his own way of introducing a challenge, only his challenges were all made in person and were admittedly not as subtle as writting something on a piece of paper.
A giant grin appeared on Slay's face as he turned his head to look down the enormous hallway where he could just barely see the open front doors of the Academy. He lifted his hand which held up three fingers as if for a count down, which is exactly what this was. "3...2...1..." As Slay counted down he lowered a finger until he got to what would be zero but was instead replaced with a word that was expressed with such energy that if it was an actual force it could have very well destroyed the school. "Immmpaaact!" As he released this powerful energy into the air of the academy Slay began to make a solid dash toward the doors which used the same type of powerful energy, the energy that Slay was born with and showed off publically every single moment of the day.
As he ran a trail of smoke was left behind the smash happy Meister which caused some other students to stir wondering what had just ran past them, although some students were more focused on the loud yelling from an unknown source, covering there ears tightly to deminish the air pollution. The battle cry echoed threw the halls as Slay made it to the front doors where he then bent his knees and then pushed himself off of the ground going into a jump, where he flipped once and landed on the concrete directly next to the platform. Slay then ajusted his hat on his head so that it was a little towards the right and looked up at the two people that were interacting infront of him. He then turned his attention to the guy and pointed at him. "Hey man, are you the dude putting up these fliers? If so I The Great and Powerful Slay, accept the challenge!" Slay automatically assumed that the guy was putting up the fliers because of the fact he had one in his hand, so he figured he must be passing them out as well, and Slay was ready for a rumble.
(OOC: Finished =D)
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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on Apr 23, 2011 10:28:09 GMT -5
Not so patiently, the young weapon waited. Her foot tapped lightly against the ground, quick enough to show that she was getting anxious. Someone would respond to such a flier, whether out of curiosity or the need for competition. The second is what she wanted. Someone to keep up with her and keep her driven. This would be fun. Today would have some excitement in it. She needed that. And a partner… A partner is something she longed for, if only to make herself better. How could she move on if she didn’t have that ‘other half’ that the school desperately pressed onto them?
That’s when her eyes caught someone. It was the throwing open of those school doors that got her eyes. A young male, he looked a bit too calm for her taste. The first thing he did… take in a breath of air. Though it didn’t have to be a calming thing.. It could be a test of the surroundings, she decided to watch him further. He was looking for someone, or something… That much was obvious. He was expecting something, but whether or not he was intending to find her was uncertain. A bit of a cocky smirk crossed the young woman’s face as she continued to watch the boy. The fact that he was looking around, almost like he was helpless, and couldn’t find what he was searching for her. For a moment, she took joy in that.
Then something took her a bit off guard. Their eyes met, just for a brief moment. Whether he noticed it or not… she didn’t know. But that’s what it seemed like. Her expression not changing in the least, she kept her gaze on him, confident and intentional. He made his way to her, then sat down without saying a word. Strange boy… If he had been looking for her, would she want a challenge with someone that seemed so calm? She told them to make their intentions known… Then her eyes caught the paper. One of the fliers that she had been putting up around the school. A sign enough for her, she grinned a bit once again. He didn’t know how close he was to his goal. And still, she would dangle that knowledge a bit longer.
“Alana Foster.” The young woman replied with a somewhat friendly smile of her own, her eyes never having left the male from his entrance. “It must be around here. It says the front doors of Shibusen.” Giving a bit of a shrug, she seemed to be reading the paper over. But… Alana knew those words, knew them all too well. She had ‘written’ them afterall. Stared at them for the length of time that it took to put them all up. She knew them, and didn’t need to read them another time. He smiled at her, looking at her now, a longer gaze than the original glance at her. “Pleasure to meet you Blizz.”
Right after those words, another character had entered the story. This one… caught Alana’s attention more. A more sly grin crossed the woman’s lips, but other than that she didn’t shift position. A flip and a landing, that’s what this guy had entered with. And although it was faintly impressive when it came to acrobatics, she wasn’t interested in a dancing partner. ”Looks like you’ve found a challenge, take it.” Alana whispered quietly and quickly to Blizz. There was a spark in the newcomer’s eyes that was all too familiar to her. She had noticed it directly after his landing. He was someone that was definitely looking for her. And this was pointed out from his words. He was looking for the challenger, the one who put up the fliers. For now, Blizz could take that spot if he so wished. From there, she could see them work, see them move, see their levels of competitiveness. She could observe and learn them better.
Yet, today did not seem to be a day that felt like working out for her. A holler echoed through the open air. Words, indistinguishable, but loud enough for people to begin to gather. An attack had landed, a sickening thud being heard by the young Foster's ears. Though she couldn't see the two fighting, she saw the crowd starting to gather, and before she knew it, the one known as Blizz was up and running for the excitement. Young blood... So jumpy.
A faint smirk crossing the young woman's face, she couldn't help but feel partially responsible for this breakout. Maybe more than she imagined were looking for a challenge? Or maybe the spark in the air got some a little frazzled. Chuckling a bit to herself, she found her eyes once again traveling over the yard and trying to find the second male that had caught her attention with his acrobatic entrance. It only took moments to find him. The way she had read him, there was no doubt in her mind that he would head for the chaos too. What she needed was to intercept him. An interest in him had been started.
The same confident smirk never left the woman's face as she slowly made her way towards the male. Not straight to him of course, but merging through the thickening groups of people in the area at a diagonal of what seemed to be his path. It took a short while, her gaze had never left him, but in time she took a place beside him. "You look up and ready to go. Can I ask for what reason?" Strong, her voice was very strong and almost taunting. There was an underlying reason for her words, she wanted him to challenge her, she wanted him to be a challenge. The way she spoke to him, it was as if she may have been trying to belittle him, as if there was really any chance for him to be up and ready to go? If that didn't rile a competitor just a tad, then he wasn't quite worth it.
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on May 26, 2011 13:19:47 GMT -5
Slay was all too ready for a rumble, more ready then he was normally, although normally he'd be going around asking anyone he saw if they wanted to fight. One time he even taunted a little old lady, which was a big blunder on his part since she was carrying a tazzer with her. Needless to say Slay had some trouble walking the rest of that day. But now he didn't need to worry about that, he had a challenger that went to the school now, and hopefully he wasn't a Demon Tazer or anything.
Although it seemed Slay would never find out, since all of a sudden a ruckus started a few feet from there location, and caused the kid to jet, but this wasn't gunna fly with Slay, he knew how to catch a jet. Suddenly Slay started to move toward the boy's path, only to be delayed by a crowd of gathering students. Slay hated being slowed down, especially by people getting in his path. Although suddenly Slay lost his concentration as he heard a voice right next to him. "You look up and ready to go. Can I ask for what reason?"
This particular voice sounded confident, strong, and in truth a bit demeaning. Was someone trying to mess with him? Slay turned his head toward the source of this sudden annoyance that made him completely disregard his earlier goal. His gaze took attention to a red headed girl next to him. In truth Slay usually would have came back with some smart comment that had a volume way too high for the situation, but seeing as this was a girl, Slay's brain froze for a second...this was a girl. Slay had a thing about girls, his mom had always told him to be polite to girls and control his random outbursts when talking to them.
So now whenever Slay tries to talk to a girl he suddenly freezes for a few seconds and tries not to be rude in any way. However Slay could get over the tone she had used, as if she was trying to say "I'm tougher than you!" Slay turned all the way around to face this girl, giving her a look of slight irritation but it was obvious he was holding back. "Yeah I'm ready to go, in fact I'm so ready I can hardly stand here." If you ever saw Slay talking to anyone in your life you'd be shocked at how much he was controlling his volume to a normal level. His face twitched a bit as he tried to keep from suddenly making an outburst, his face a bit red as well from his intended concentration in order to hold back.
He obviously wanted to do something, say something, punch someone, but he kept going through his mom's lessons in his head, over and over. He knew he couldn't contain his energy for long, and in truth he knew that if this girl was trying to challenge him, that anything else she said would end up making him lose his little bit of concentration and he would go into a frenzy much like his normal everyday frenzies.
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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on May 26, 2011 16:51:50 GMT -5
The more time she had to observe him, the more she realized how tough of an opponent he may turn out to be. He had a strength about him, not in a confident way like she did (not that he was lacking in that department either), but he seemed physically able to take a whole lot on. That was a slight concern for her. A definite weakness on her end. But. She had a sharp mind. Outwitting her opponent was her best chance, and that’s what she would rely on with this loud-mouthed, over the top male. It was amusing, her approaching him and he still having no idea. Most observant ones would have caught that, but he was too fixed, too driven towards the kid that had taken off for the other fight. Both of them… They both missed the one that had set out the flier, which only egged her on further. She outsmarted both of them without doing a thing.
As the man moved on, he seemed to get more irritated by the minute. Intriguing to Alana, for she guessed that it was the obstacles that had been put before him. His nature didn’t like to be distracted from its way? He seemed to know what he wanted and just go for that. No consequences in his mind, nothing else to think on? Oh how he had missed his mark. But by now, little miss Foster felt challenged by him. He had done nothing either, but the way he was fascinated her, threatened her own being in many ways. It was exciting.
Now, she had his attention as well. No more her being the onlooker, no more time for her to observe him quietly. They were face to face, and every moment counted. If she let him have too much ground, he may snap her. It all really depended on his mercy level and his anger. That she hadn’t quite seen yet, but she could take no chances. Think the worst, avoid injury.
What first caught her as amusing was something very simple. The straightforward, possibly egotistical male was taken off guard just by looking at her? It wasn’t readily shown, he didn’t widen his eyes in surprise or even take a step back. It was that quiet pause… those moments of not quite knowing what to do. Even Alana could tell that this was no normal reaction for him, it didn’t fit his character. At least… not the character that she had carved out while watching him. A triumphant smirk crossed her lips for these few moments. She knew a faint weakness of his, enough to make him think.
He looked irritated, but not much more than he had before when following that Blizz kid. She was in his way too afterall, but he would soon find that his target was incorrect. Smirk still on her face, a confident look still sparking in her eye, never once did the weapon look away from him. He responded then, a confidence of his own, but obviously strained? Like he was holding himself back? From talking? Though it didn’t show, this caused Alana a bit of concern. How much power did this man possess that it took effort to hold his speech back? But still, that cocky little grin never left her face. Instead, she replied with her own small remark. “Yet you are still standing there. Seems you don’t have the right motivation to actually get yourself anywhere.” Still competitive, as if she were doubting his abilities. Her eyes watched him, still never leaving his form. She couldn’t afford that mistake.
Taking two steps away from the male, she wanted a bit of distance. He was like a time bomb ready to go off, and she was forcing the envelope. Same self-assured expression on her face, she raised her left hand, waving him to come to her while leather straps and blueish-green gems begin covering her fisted right hand. In the same instant these two movements were underway, the young weapon spoke. “You made yourself known. But I have yet to deem you worthy or not.” Referring to the last line of her flier, the girl gave a wink and waited for his next move. If she read him right, there would definitely be one.
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on May 27, 2011 13:43:56 GMT -5
Emotions fluctuating, tension rising, urge to punch something increasing, Slay was all but ready to explode. Just remember, he thought over and over, just remember moms words. A bead of sweat ran down Slay's face, and everything seemed to move in slow-mo. And then the girl... the one who lead him away from his goal he had long forgotten, the one he was trying not to scrap with, said something that made something explode in Slay's mind like an atomic bomb.
“Yet you are still standing there. Seems you don’t have the right motivation to actually get yourself anywhere.” Slay's right eye twitched, his slightly irritated face slowly morphed into an angry one. Suddenly this wasn't some fragile girl that Slay needed to avoid hurting. No, now she was a face, a face that needed to be bashed in.
"Ok then, you wanna mess with me girl!?" Slay started to crack his knuckles."I'll take you on! Prepare for the Slay Special: Impact to the Face!" While Slay did this he noticed the girl step back and something appeared on her hands, although a little focus was on her speech then what she was doing, and even more concentration was on his thoughts of how to go at punching her. And although Slay was fired up he could still pick out some familiarity in her words.
“You made yourself known. But I have yet to deem you worthy or not.” Suddenly Slay looked confused for a second, but then after a moment he remembered the whole reason he was out here. Slay grunted as he realized this girl was the hot shot flier person. Then he gave a big smile, the rage and frustration cleared. Now Slay was ready for business. He cracked his neck by moving it side to side, some students looked back to see the source of the loud voice and cracking sounds, but Slay didn't care, he had his new mission in his sight and it was time for action.
Slay stepped forward, slowly first, then he started to make a dash for his opponent, making a war cry as he did. He raised his right fist swiftly and as he got close took a swing for the girl. A rather uncoordinated swing since Slay's main intent was to get a hit in. His smile big with anticipation, anticipation of fighting a new opponent, a new style, a new face. This was gunna is gunna be fun.
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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on May 31, 2011 21:01:40 GMT -5
Focus never left him, she couldn’t afford it. He was physically straining himself, she could obviously see that, and she was pushing him further and further. It was amusing, but also needed to be observed and reacted to quickly. He was watching her as well now, not that he hadn’t been paying attention to her, but she now had his full attention. He couldn’t look away, she was his challenge as well as he was hers. And no way was either one of them sidestepping this new string of events.
It didn’t take long for the male to get offended. Her first insult had caught his attention and rattled his nerves, but this second comment… It threw him off the edge. Cracking his knuckles in front of her eyes, even while she backed a few steps to give herself some space, she couldn’t help but smile. Just as she thought, but with more confidence than she expected. All the better. It got her blood moving. He basically hollered now, his voice rising as his anger did. That was more amusing than impressive, and it could be seen on her face. An amused smile, the start of a laugh escaping her lips, but she didn’t laugh completely, not at the moment. Her weapon formed as her hand, ready for action, she awaited his ‘Impact to the Face’ with great anticipation.
But it seemed that it would be put off a moment or two longer. Realization hit the male’s face, if just barely seen. He had heard her words, knew that she was the one that put the fliers out. ”At least you’re not an idiot.” She spoke beneath her breath, a pleased smirk once again crossing her face, yet her body remained ready and almost unmoving while she spoke. Most would have let her comment slide, not have realized that her words meant something, that they were referring to her ‘identity’ and the reason he was wandering about. He caught it, and that pleased her.
No more anger. No more madness. Joyous competition seemed to be his way as well. A large smile was plastered across the boy’s face, replacing what used to be fiery anger. Cracking his neck now, it seemed as if this male thought it necessary to try and show off? No matter, that could be a weakness used if need be. But she wasn’t quite sure about him yet. Her knowledge on him was shallow, and it faintly worried her that he was strong, but… she was quick witted. He’d have to be on his toes.
One step. He came closer to her. Then speed. He was coming at her quickly now, closing the bit of distance she had put between them. But it was enough for her. Not moving nor flinching at his movements, she watched. Which arm he was preparing, which one tensed, which one he moved back. He had said earlier that he was going for her face. And though that may have changed, it would still be in the back of his mind. She just needed to know what he was going to be aiming with. Avoidance for now, attacking once she knew him better. The war cry was noted, but mostly blocked out of her mind. Sounds. Though not useless, where mostly dismissed.
He threw a punch, much as she assumed he would. The cracking of the knuckles, the way he didn’t seem to hold his emotions well, his fists looked like his default mode. Running at her like that, she assumed he just wanted to attack. To start. Confident smirk still across her face, she waited a few fractions of a second longer before dodging his attack. It was much closer than she should have risked, she had ducked down and shifted her weight swiftly to the side. Basically… she just wanted out of the way of that one punch, a second quick move… well… would throw her off.
”Think, Loudmouth.” The girl spoke with a grin, continuing with her momentum to his side.
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on Jun 2, 2011 14:20:50 GMT -5
True, Slay could be a little thick at times, but that didn't mean he was an idiot. Slay knew a hint when he was given one and her last statement was definitely a hint. As soon as she said it Slay had remembered the flier and what was about to be a massacric rage turned into a pure adrenaline filled brawl, which Slay enjoyed a lot more then the alternative. There was another thing on Slay's mind though; this girl was different then any he had ever met before, she was driven, confident, and a bit of a big shot in her own way.
However, different or not she was still a girl, and somewhere in the back of his mind Slay was still playing his moms words over in his head, making his first attack a little weaker then usual. Even with this factor in mind Slay was surprised by the quick shift to the right as his punch was about to make contact, which meant this girl was either patient or she had made a miscalculation along the way. Either way Slay knew that a dodge like that was going to cost her, especially since she was still pretty close to Slay, which most people know has had a few brawls in his time.
So rather than waisting his built up energy by simply stopping his attack he took the alternate, more devastating route. As Slay's fist missed it's original target he aimed his fist toward the ground, while also instinctively activating his wavelength to increase his body's natural strength. So once his fist made contact with the ground a small shock wave shook the ground where they were standing, causing a few pieces of gravel to pop up from the ground where his fist hit. This caused Slay to have to kneel down on one knee to prevent himself from falling, as well as to stop himself from running any farther. As the small quake subsided Slay raised his gaze and looked toward the girl, giving her an accomplished grin.
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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on Jun 4, 2011 22:59:39 GMT -5
Something clicked in the man’s thoughts, Alana was aware of that. She saw it. And it made her smile. He was truly a good opponent. But still.. she wondered, how good? Better than her? Though that might worry any normal person, she just found herself infinitely curious and given a quick adrenaline rush. He was going to up his game, she knew it. She had a feeling that he was more focused, just by that little statement she had given him.
He was confident, she knew that. He was also watching her, which was also good. Keeping his eye on her was a good idea, especially since if she had a clear opening she would go for it. Though.. a risk taker, she was as well. But something… caught her a bit off guard. He had missed her, so why hadn’t he shifted his momentum yet? Somewhat turned to aim an attack in her direction? He didn’t seem to flinch, not move an inch. It was as if she hadn’t been his target, although she knew full well that she had been. So what now? Why no change? He was going for the ground. She saw that, even before the impact. But why? Why go to the ground? That would just hurt him… Did he really need contact with something that badly? It was only in a few moments that the girl was thinking all of this over. Every small detail told her that much more about him, but she had to trace back his movements to his thoughts, and that was a trickier ordeal than most things.
He hit. Like he could miss, right? But something else caught her attention that she didn’t quite expect. A tremor shot through the ground from the impact?! Her eyes widened with the faint surprise she felt. He was strong. Insanely so. She hadn’t seen that one coming. The faint shift of the ground threw her a bit off balance. She had to make up for this, he wouldn’t throw her too far one way or another. So a decision was made, she needed to steady herself. And what seemed more in place and unaffected by the tremor than Slay himself? Confident grin once again on the girl’s face, she forced some energy into her somewhat off balanced self, instead of completely letting a fall or stumble, she did a bit of a jump towards the male. She threw her upper body forwards first, the studded glove removing itself from her right hand so that she could use her palm and fingers. Her hands rested upon his shoulders for a few moments as she used him as a balance point for her somersault, her feet moving up over her head and her expecting to land on the opposite side of him.
Alana had caught his grin while in motion. Like he felt that this proved something to her. And in fact, it sort of did. She was pleased, beyond pleased with him actually. “What you smiling at?” The words were more teasing than jabbing. They hadn’t meant to be an actual insult this time, more like a friendly joke. Her overall look was more excited and confident, instead of overall competitive. She wasn’t ready to attack him, not quite yet. Let him come at her with more of his strengths a little bit more. Alana wanted to know him better, figure him out.
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on Jun 6, 2011 13:42:19 GMT -5
The fantastic feeling of adrenaline and raw power, something Slay often felt, but nothing was like the rush of battle. Throwing punches, dodging them, making the ground shake beneath your very feat, it was all so appealing to Slay he couldn't help but want to feel it every day of his life. This particular battle however had Slay even more interested. Earlier Slay had guessed this girl was smart, but now he knew it was a little more complicated than that. Instead of the exspected tumble and fall, leaving herself open for attack, she had timed a jump toward Slay and used him as stability.
Very awesome, but not as awesome as Slay's strength, he got that point across. “What you smiling at?” By her obvious joking tone it was clear Slay wasn't the only one having fun. The tremor had subsided shortly after her landing allowing both of them to stand without worry now. Slay stood up, still facing away for a second as he responded.
"You're really something. I was holding back because I thought I had too..." A large smile came upon his face and he quickly turned around with his arms crossed. "...but now I know you can handle it. Oh, and and opponents should know each other's names..." He lifted his right hand and pointed a thumb at himself. "I'm Slay Williams, so who are you?
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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on Jun 14, 2011 11:21:35 GMT -5
Alana did wish to know him better, to figure out his movements and his ways. But… this was also too much fun. The young weapon could basically feel it from this man too, he was enjoying himself. Both of them, competitive beyond others. Yet… it didn’t anger them, they lived for it. The thought made Alana smirk, she was very pleased with him. Glad that he had found her challenge and that he was easy to notice. They just seemed to fit, at least… that’s what she thought, and hoped for. What this boy was thinking, she wasn’t sure. She concluded that he was a meister, though that wasn’t for certain. She guessed his strength had a bit of wavelength play into it, and she hadn’t seen a weapon yet. Also, the fact that he would come alone hinted that he had no partner. All of this looked good for her. So far…
But her mind had to remain in this battle. He knew what he was doing, had been around this block before. Alana had to pay attention or risk getting hurt by this male. The ground was steady now, she could stand without fear. But those fists of his… She would have to watch him carefully. That hit her, her bones would be crushed to dust. It hit the ground, she’d leave herself open. He’d be a tricky one to handle.
He was still facing away from her, even when he started speaking. That’s when she decided to respond. It was against all of her better judgment, she knew it was a mistake, but she wanted this impulse, this reaction. Alana forced herself towards him as fast as she could, her right hand in a fist and her the studded strands forming in her skin. She kept the left half of her body more angled towards him, holding right back a bit so she could use her momentum as much as possible. He would see her, she knew that. He had already turned to face her, but his arms were crossed and he was introducing himself. She had a chance on landing a hit, but her worry was his reaction. She didn’t quite know his speed yet, nor his knowledge.
As he lifted his right hand to point at himself, that’s when she was close enough to throw her punch. She also figured… why not try to hit where he was pointing at? Like a target almost. There was a grin across her face, one that remained without her knowledge. Slay Williams Strong name, original enough. Swinging her strapped and stud covered fist at him, her right side of her body following with plenty of force to back the attack up. Though she should be focusing on her attack point, her movements, the fight itself, the girl was looking to Slay’s face. Directly when her attack might hit, she spoke quickly for herself. ”You’ll get my name when I care to tell you.” A challenging smirk crossed her face.
She knew the risks she was taking. And.. If the female stopped to think on them, she probably would have never attacked just yet. But. She did. Her opponent was one she enjoyed.
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on Jun 14, 2011 14:14:53 GMT -5
In the book of fighting there are a few simple rules to follow, one of the biggies was not to turn your back on the opponent, mistake number one. There should also be something in there about trying to get into a conversation with your opponent, mistake number two. But another thing you need to know is your strengths and weaknesses, and your opponents too. This girl was smart, she also had instinct, and she knew how to gain momentum also... but if there was one thing Slay knew how to do, it was take a hit, which was good considering his reaction time was kinda off.
There was a loud smack as the force of the impact hit Slay right in the face, which with the momentum this girl had would have put some rookie rumbler out in a second. But Slay is no rookie rumbler. Any normal person would have been blown back by the blow, but for Slay it was a bit more towards the opposite. Suddenly Slay could feel his adrenaline spike as the fist smashed against his face. Slay lifted his arms and braced himself with his feet to absorb the impact and keep from falling down, now it was go time. Slay gave a grin even while her fist was still in his face as he did he reached to grab her arm with both his hands.
It's a big mistake to get close to Slay when he isn't holding back, especially when he has a chance to get a grip on you. Now it was time for stage two, momentum. Slay was now going to attempt to actually spin her around until he got enough momentum for stage three, and that was the killer. He knew he could lift her, but this opponent was crafty and a bit stubborn so Slay wouldn't be surprised if he found some dificulty preforming this move. After all she wouldn't even tell him her name yet, and that kinda pissed him off considering he gave his already. He now started the attempt to swing this girl off the ground and spin her in mid air by her arm. If this worked then it was off to stage three, and if not Slay had a few other moves to show her.
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Post by ALANA FOSTER! on Jun 21, 2011 20:57:38 GMT -5
Contact. Her bound fist had met with his face. It was a solid hit, Alana knew that. She made sure of that. If she was going to risk herself, she was going to make sure that her efforts were precise. As precise as they could be anyway.. Her senses waited to feel his weight give into the hit, the momentum transfer into him. But it didn’t. It was like hitting a brick wall. Glancing quickly over his form, taking in a larger picture, Alana found that he had braced himself and taken the hit easily? One would think he was made of titanium or some other nonsense.. But he could sure force power through himself and also take a bit without flinching.
This… unnerved her. She hadn’t been up very many people, but the fact that she had willingly closed in on him without knowing more about him… and that he was indeed a threat, made a quick burst of fear rush through her. She knew partly of what he was capable of, and none of that looked good for her. He wasn’t an idiot, he had great strength… And she was directly in front of him with her knuckles pulled back a bit, but still barely grazing his face.
That uncertain feeling, she tried her hardest not to let it show on her face. It was almost like showing weakness, and Lord Death knew that she didn’t need this guy having the upper hand. She was at a disadvantage as is. Her face had hardened a bit, the challenging smirk gone once she realized what idiot situation she had gotten herself into. Looked like she was thinking, that she had her mind focused and wasn’t taking the time to banter or exchange looks and joy with him.
He had her arm. Both hands had clamped around her. She had seen it coming, but there wasn’t enough time for her to be able to completely dodge it. A faster person? Sure. Piece of cake. Anyone should have known to get in and out of there…. If they went in at all. Why did she have to go with impulse? It was always the stupider choice… Slightly aggravated, her mind raced for a solution to her present situation.
Situation changed. Again. He tore her from the ground, taking away her balance point. But, it was sort of like the same predicament she had been in when he had rocked the ground. He took away her balance, but not his own. His force was strong… he had forced her away from his center of balance, and chances are… He was going to slingshot her. She needed to lock onto him. There were two ways she could think of right away. One, her free arm aimed to get a good grip on his wrist. Probably wouldn’t circle around it, she figured, but had a better chance than his arm. Second, a bit more risky, but what she had for now, she was going to try to get her lower body anchored to him.
He swung her out, but he also had her connected to him by the arm and she may have a grip on him. She tried to pull her body to him, swing her legs towards him, try to reach him. Thankfully, it wasn’t twisting her arm too much. She had tried to jump away, but Slay certainly still had her. Securely. But, below the elbow. And that’s all she needed to not basically break her arm. Her basic aim was to get her legs wrapped around the young man and lock around his waist. She’d actually go for anywhere if she could… Just let herself get grounded somehow. Being thrown… which she thought was his plan… was not something she enjoyed thinking about. What she planned on doing if she did get herself tangled up close to him.. She didn’t know. But how much momentum and force could he get if she was mere inches from him?
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Post by SLAY WILLIAMS! on Jun 28, 2011 13:42:24 GMT -5
Slay's endurance and strength usually paid off in the worst of situations. Not to say getting punched in the face didn't hurt, but Slay was able to take it and get a good grip on his opponent without much trouble. And now that he had that grip the next part should be easy enough, all he had to do was swing her around until he got enough momentum to throw her, which was step three. Slay was confident his relatively simple plan would work and he would have a big opening for an Impact.
Although Slay hadn't counted on what was about to happen next. His opponent did yet another unexpected counter to his tactic, if you could call it that. Suddenly as Slay was about to start swinging her around he felt a pressure around his waist which caused him to look down. Shock and surprise had suddenly came upon the meister's face as he realized the situation he was in. Considering her proximity to him there was no way he would be able to throw her. Not only that but Slay found himself in an aquard position. Slay was already timid around girls to begin with, but this was a bit much for him.
Slay suddenly stopped his spin and stood still, looking at the girl that was now clinged to him by the waist and arms. Slay had done it again, he had totally shut down, and this time it wasn't because of politness issues. This has happened before, usually whenever a girl tries to talk to Slay, he freezes up. It wasn't as if he was a pervert or something like that. It was more of the fact that Slay had never really been around girls when he was young, and in a way he was kinda scared to talk to girls. The whole reason this girl hadn't bothered him up till now was because of the mass of adrenaline and the passion of the fight. At this point Slay's plans had been ruined twice and he didn't know how to react in this situation. Sadly for him this situation looked pretty grim, because now his opponent had a big opening for attack.
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