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Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Patcharoo on Tue Nov 20, 2012 10:55 pm

Stupid Vidious. Stupid dumb Vidious.

It was her first thoughts as she ascended the last few steps to the temple at the top of the mountain. It wasn't the largest mountain around, just one more notoriously difficult to reach, set on a much less stable cliff than your usual monasteries. The path leading to it was prone to avalanche and many corpses lay buried deep in the snow. A false step could send you plummeting to your death in no time at all. Fortunately that was no problem for the well-balanced and cautious. The Assassin, a name she inherited from the father she killed, was currently soaked cold from both the weather and the recent snowfall, some of which clung to the black ninja garbs she wore which ran from head to wrists to ankles with a pole in hand to jab at the snow ahead of her.

Had this been a mission it would have been perfect. In fact, she would have considered going commando. Her white fur fit in with the snow so perfectly that she could lie down with nothing poking out but black-tipped ears and tail. Fur that ran from head to tail-tip, not that there was much there. She was a little over four feet tall, and could easily pass for a child as as a result, but had a little added height from the robotic boots she wore, putting her half way to five foot. Matching those robotic boots were a set of gloves designed for the express purpose of turning paw to hand, claw to finger.

A shiver ran down her spine as once again the cold pierced through her damp and chilled assassin garbs to her fur. Stupid idiot dumb Vidious. Why did she need training anyway? Had she failed so far? Wasn't she damn good enough? As her claws extended inside her gloves the fingers flexed and curled into a ball. She needed to direct this energy. What if she was attacked the moment she went inside? A hesitation before she shed the pack strapped to her back, dumping it into the snow. If an attack came she didn't want food and money weighing her down. She ran over a quick check. The metal warfans were in her belt, the viper chain was coiled up her sleeve, she had all her magic prepped and ready and the metal Jo staff in her hand, because a Bo staff was just too big for her. For a moment she regretted not bringing a few pounds of iron with her, but at the same time her slight form made it look like she probably couldn't carry all that much.

Well she still had a metal cup to back her up if she got really desperate, and she knew just the number of ways she could use it to kill someone. Her fist raised to knock on the door, a dull two clunks making barely enough noise to be heard over the whipping winds of the mountain path. Her blue eyes narrowed in annoyance as she looked to the side where a rope dangled. Fine, if she had to she would pull on it. She reached out and grasped the rope for a moment, shuffled just to the side of the door and pressed her back to the wall, then tugged on it.

Overhead a loud bell rung out, clanging back and forth, announcing the new guest. Bo's fur stood on end as she grit her teeth, waiting for some sign of attackers, or possibly a pot of boiling oil to be tossed over the edge at her. Or for thirty ninjas to leap out and attack. Or for a trap door to open or the path collapse. Or for an avalanche to start and bring down the entire building with her.Or for a meteor to collide with the planet.

Stupid idiot dumb boss Vidious.
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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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Tick....


Tock.....


Goes the death clock...



A celestial god, one who had slain millions, one who had annihilated entire planets, had graced this temple with his heartless presence. The first, true Advent of Jenova. A monster so vile and cruel his own brothers and sisters were wary of his presence. His speed was nearly unmatchable. His strength was immense. Despite all these things that made the monster so deadly, what set him apart from his brethren was his mind. That genius mind of his, which allowed him to learn dozens of fighting styles effortlessly, had proven valuable over the thousands of years he had existed. A master at all forms of combat, Atlas Sangrey was truly a force to be reckoned with. Standing before the altar of a pagan god inside the temple, Atlas had come here to seek solitude and isolation for a few weeks. He despised people, especially those that were not of the prestigious Advent Bloodline.

The Demon of Midgar was clad in his usual attire. A black one piece suit made of the very thing that held the world together; The Lifestream. As such, it was exceedingly durable and fit Atlas perfectly. On his arms, between his elbow and wrist were two black arm guards that looked as though they were made of steel. If one were to assume this they would be wrong, however, for the arm guards were also derived from the Lifestream. On these arm guards were six curved spikes that were approximately one inch wide and two inches long. These hooked spikes were in a straight line spanning through the center of the arm guards running length wise. On the back of his hands themselves were two black hand guards obviously derived from the Lifestream. At his side in a black sheath was a legendary blade. A blade that had slew entire races and taken down everything from peasants to gods. The legendary black masamune called Onidachi(Translation- Demon Splitter). The blade was solid black, darker than the darkest night, spanning six feet in length and weighing as much as a standard bastard blade, which was approximately 86 pounds. Due to this, and Atlas' otherwordly strength, the blade's destructive force was immense. Also, being that it was a masamune that was created by the lifestream, it was unbreakable and impeccably sharp, enough so to cut through rock and steel with the smallest effort.

This was not the end to the mad man's combative capabilities, however. He was adept in the use of magic. Spells such as Ultima and Flare, as well as Thundaga, Firaga, and Windaga were his to wield. Although he was quite skilled in all spells, the two he used most frequently were Flare and Ultima. Even then, he did not use them often. He saw magic as cheap tricks, although he would do it were he to be swarmed by enemies he did not see fit to be pierced by his blade. His hand to hand combat was immaculate as well.

He truly was the ultimate warrior.


A knock followed by a bell ring echoed throughout the temple, gracing the pale ears of the Advent Blood, resonating into his brain. The weather was especially cruel at this time. Reaching to the left side of his face with a black gloved hand, the 6'10" Advent brushed a silver lock of shoulder length hair out of the view of his golden hues, allowing his muscular arm to cascade down to his side after doing so.

A small grin graced his pale lips as his cracked them to speak. His words echoed throughout the mountain as if they were coming from everywhere at once, as he lazily snapped together the index finger and thumb of the hand he had just used to brush his hair away. As he snapped his two fingers, the doors opened in tandem with his words.


"Enter, my child... Come into this temple and face a monstrosity of the likes you have never seen

After he spoke, he let out a bone chilling cackle that resonated loudly throughout the mountain. How long had it been since he had faced a worthy opponent? Probably the last time he had faced his brother Genesis... 500 years ago, he clashed with the crimson warrior who bore the blade called Flametongue. What a fight that was. Together, their clash decimated an entire mountain, while the fight itself ended with no victor. Both of the monsters were heavily injured, exhausting every spell and tactic they held in their bodies and minds. It was truly a clash of titans.

The Advent Blood flexed the muscles beneath his nose, sniffing the air a bit. He was called The Advent Blood for two reasons. The first being that he was the first pure blooded Advent, created by Jenova herself. Atlas was not born or created in a lab. He was born of the lifestream, molded by Jenova. As such, he could regenerate. Not instantly, mind you. It took a good deal of time for him to recover from the wounds Genesis inflicted upon his marble skin . The second, and more lethal reason he was called Advent Blood, was that he could spell the blood inside a person or creature up to one mile away. All this did was tell him how strong they were. It was similar to the way a saiyan would use a scouter, but not quite as refined. The scent of their blood would simply tell him if they were strong or weak.

Let the training begin.
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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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Physically speaking, Bo was a lightweight. That was obvious when she rounded the corner, leaning on her Jo staff to enter the structure. The wind was less harsh inside than it was out, giving her a small mercy. This was the jackass she had traveled all this way to train under? Great. Time to set the mood between the two of them. The mental games. The grounds for speaking they would both be on with some witty banter.

"Fuck you I killed my dad."

Subtlety wasn't her strong point, a rather contrary attribute for an assassin. She cracked her neck left then right, then started marching forward. Her steps were careful, precise, and the weight of her boots didn't seem to be there. In fact it wasn't. In built into each boot was a carefully and precisely measured boost, providing the same amount of push that she would get had she not worn them. It was like wearing a pair of runners for any normal person. Anything she could do to level the playing field and minimize her own disadvantages. And jesus christ it looked like she would need to.

He was helluva lot bigger than she was. He had two feet on her, at the minimum, maybe more. Which also made him look a lot heavier. Well hell, she knew it made him heavier. Regardless of how slim he was. But it was the armour that drew her attention. Her nose wrinkled. There was no way she would be sent to fight someone she could kill with a touch. Actually, no, that sounded a lot like Vidious irony taunting her. Still, best to play it safe. One hand reached for her first fan, drawing it in her left hand as she raised the Jo staff and quite literally slid it down the back of her ninja outfit. It seemed to compress, possibly it was extendable?

But one thing was noticeable. She had power. It wasn't near as much as the Advent's, nor probably as much as anyone he faced, but it was there. Like a concealed blade inside the handle of a cart, just waiting to be drawn to kill, then hidden again as she fled the scene. Her marching stopped, making sure they were about fifteen feet from each other, if allowed to draw so close, and she moved to a fighting stance, watching him the entire time, ears twitching and moving to subtle sounds. The fan was held just to her left, around breast height but still closer while her right hand raised a little higher. Her feet appeared to be a more traditional kick boxing stance, shoulder width apart, shoulder width back.

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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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This was the child sent to train with a man that stood above gods? A punk cat child? What the hell was this? Some kind of stupid joke? Whatever it was, it irritated the god of gods slightly. However, his sadistic nature was kicking in. Oh yes. That personality defect that forced the Advent Blood to bathe in the blood of his enemies and laugh at the extreme gore he could cause. That defect that caused him to even drink the blood of his foes on occasion. With a small chuckle, the demon god spoke once more, his voice still echoing throughout the temple as if he were everywhere.

"Ho ho. Quite ferocious, aren't we? There is one stipulation to your training. If I deem you unworthy then I shall kill you and rid this world of your pathetic existence. Should I deem you worthy then I shall only take an arm."

The monster let out another chuckle as he quickly surveyed his surroundings to see what tactics to employ. As he quickly glanced around he memorized the entire infrastructure of the sacred temple. There were forty pews in the temple, all of which were made of a murky colored stone. Those would be good for slamming her skull into, thought the monstrosity. They would also make suitable projectiles should he choose to ransack them with his blade and kick them or throw them towards the feline adversary. As his survey of the soon to be battle ground continued he noted that the walls were a combination of wood and stone. If he were to shatter the wood a bit, he could probably impale the girl on the splintered bits. He could also toss her through the walls out into the fierce weather, or perhaps cast her off the cliff behind the temple. The roof, he noted, was approximately fifty feet above him. Plenty of room for him to unleash Ultima and decimate the girl and the temple simultaneously. He also noted that the ceiling was flat with eight candle chandileres hanging off of it. Atlas could set her eyeballs on fire with the candles. He could also cut the flassy furniture piece down and crush her with it, as they seemed quite heavy.

The heartless fiend turned around and faced the girl, placing his right hand on the black hilt of his masamune, quickly entering one of his battle stances. It was a basic stance, but should be ample for this scrimmage. He bent from both the knees and the waist, dropping his left foot back, turning his torso and shoulders to the left, pointing his right shoulder at the girl. He craned his right elbow, pointing it just outside of the cat woman's right shoulder, stretching the black ethereal fabrics of his garments, which showed off the muscular nature of his frame. His eight pack forced the fabric covering his torso to stretch and give a faint outline of his muscles, as did the areas around his biceps and triceps, as well as his quadriceps.

"Show me, my child.... Show me you are worthy to walk away from this battle...."

A wry smile pierced the man's lips as he bore his white teeth slightly, his golden hues widening as his mood changed to that which desired bloodshed. This insatiable bloodshed was akin to a whore who could not fornicate enough. As he widened his eyes, it was as if he gave off an aura of hatred and insanity. One so intense most could feel it. In fact, most cowered before it. However, that was most. This girl was probably not 'most'. Atlas doubted it would scare or intimidate her. She would probably feel its presence, but that would most likely be it unless Atlas had been too generous and misjudged her abilities.

With one quick motion, the battle began. Atlas' blade was six feet in length, with his arm being three feet in length. This meant that he had an effective range of nine feet, which was well over half of the distance the cat lady had chosen to stand from him. Atlas' movement was insanely swift, but somewhat complex. He wound up further to the left, putting his legs, back, shoulders, and abs into a high amount of flexion. Then, without any sign or warning, he unwound them in that order, his herculean muscles creating immense destructive force as this rotary action whipped his elbow to the right, causing him to draw his blade in the flash of an eye. This movement was not for show however. As he drew the blade, a shock wave similar in color to a blue sky erupted from the blade edge of his blackened masamune and flung itself at a horizontal angle towards the girls stomach. This wave was exactly twelve feet in length and the same thickness as his blade, which was less than an inch. Should this wave of life stream energy hit the girl, it would take off whatever body part it hit. Were she to dodge it, which shouldn't be difficult, it would lacerate whatever it did it. As soon as this move was completed, Atlas squared his body up, his body becoming symmetrical with his feet, knees, and shoulders facing the girl directly with his sword being gripped loosely by both hands in the center of his body with the tsuba being directly in front of his waist.

He was already planning his next tactics. He had planned out the next ten moves strictly from instinct, and great his instincts were. They allowed him to perceive, counter, and interrupt nearly any move that could brought against him. He would make this girl feel a pain she had never felt. It was Atlas' very intention to beat this girl senseless and hopefully kill her. However, should she prove worthy he would keep his word and not kill her.

Within Atlas' body, he had begun to prepare the materia required for the spell called Flare. A minor spell compared to what Atlas held in his arsenal, it was still very lethal and could cause massive damage. It was a non elemental attack that was simply an explosion of energy that could come from anywhere a solid surface existed, including walls, although the spell would destroy whatever surface it was born of. It required minimal energy, and was quite a fast spell.



Preps-
Flare- 1/2.

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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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"Jokes on you I-ohshit," she tried to taunt, keep the banter going, but she really just had more important things on her mind. Like the friggin' samurai Hulk bearing down on her. The incoming shockwave was not one she wanted to risk getting hit by. While she could probably just bend below it or duck low to the ground she didn't want to take her eyes off of him, or put herself in a vulnerable position. Likewise jumping would just set her up to be dissected by a follow up slash with no where to maneuver. Well, sort of. There was a cocking of her hips, a change of stance as her body seemed to prepare, then-

Poof.

The attack ripped right through the bluish mist which reformed a split second after it passed to reveal Bo's new stance, one leg drawn back, hips fully cocked back, right arm held back and fan opened in front of her chest defensively. She unwound like a top, right hand lurching in a full swing forward, left arm swinging to the side as she fully pivoted, a mighty toss. Hurtling from her right sleeve was a small chain, like that you would expect from a necklace, except the tip held a nasty little vipers head with four sharp fangs. The mouth of said viper was naturally open and aimed so that all four fangs would sink into wherever they hit, but the teeth were definitely solid. The chain overall had to be almost ten feet, though it was hard to tell exactly with the way it left her right sleeve and slid past 'Sassin's palm.

But once the chain was free she would snap her arm back upright, giving it just enough slack so if it reached him it would strike its feeble biting blow. With her right arm verticle to her body and her left drawn back with the fan she was ready for a follow up.

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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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As expected, the female cat warrior dodged his shock wave. This was obviously no surprise to the Advent Prince, for he knew she was no ordinary assassin. She knew what she was doing, to an extent. Her skills simply needed some refinement. Atlas' plan was to threaten her very existence to such a degree she had no choice but to improve. To do so, he would have to go against his very nature and choose to help her. What was surprising however, was her mist form. He had not seen anything like it before, but assumed it was a defensive move and susceptible to wind, as it was similar to fog in appearance. After his shockwave had safely passed by the girl, he prepared himself for her counter attack, which although unexpected and creative, was not dangerous enough.

"Ho ho.. You'll have to do much better than this!"

The Advent spoke loudly and mockingly as he jumped to the right to avoid this deadly viper. His massive frame glided effortlessly over the ground as his powerful lower body vaulted him twenty feet to the right, which would be to the cat woman's left. After having avoided her snake weaponry, he made a quick decision. He would dominate this girl in every way imaginable. He would destroy her very being. That is how he would help her become strong.

With an all to serious look gracing his pale face, he spoke more calmly than he had up to this point, his golden gaze fixated upon the girl.

"Can you hear me... Onidachi?"

He was speaking to his masamune as if it could speak, as if it were alive. Onidachi was most certainly alive. As Atlas finished his question, the black blade began to resonate and vibrate, as if it were speaking back to him. The blade's resonation was like a medium pitched vibration, echoing throughout the room and the temple. After the blade had once again become silent, the mad Advent smiled slightly before speaking, this time to the cat girl.

"Are you ready to join the Lifestream, infidel?"

With this, Atlas Sangrey finally let loose. His eyes grew so wide it was as if he were trying to take in every fiber of her being and memorize it. Which in fact he was. He educated himself on her build, speed, and strength, planning out the best method of attack. Atlas was infinitely stronger than the girl physically, but she was smaller and quite fast. He would have to negate her speed then overwhelm her with physical prowess, which was his forte. His golden hues began to glow vibrantly, and in tandem with his changing eyes, it was as if his bloodlust manifested itself around him in the form of pressure. The room seemed to grow dark and the air heavy as the Advent God laughed once more, albeit quietly. He raised his left hand quickly and snapped his fingers together once more, a small orange and bronze spark popping from the snap. This was a small tell tale sign of what was to come.

"Erupt! Come forth! Flare!"

As he spoke, a large orange and red circle appeared beneath the girl's feet which was seven feet from the center to any given point on the diagram, so fourteen feet in all. This diagram was decorated by four small circles connected by a thin white line. The circles were in a box formation within the one large diagram. After this diagram had formed, a massive amount of destructive materia energy erupted up towards the ceiling, surely decimating anything in its way. If it hit the girl, it would cause massive damage. It could possibly cost her the use of one of her appendages, if not more. If the Flare strike missed, it would obliterate the ceiling above it, creating a vacuum of air from the frigid weather outside, thus negating the cat's apparent 'mist' form, which had previously been noted by Atlas.

This Flare attack, though very fast and very powerful, was not immediate. If the girl noticed the forming diagram, she could dodge it, which Atlas was prepared for.

Now his eyes had changed once more. They looked down upon the girl mockingly, in an irate manner. They were full of evil and cruelty. They were full of sadism and strength. These glowing golden hues penetrated this girl, seemingly starting through her physical body into her soul.

"The weak are prey for the strong."

Those evil eyes continued to glare at the woman, his mind and body now fully awake. This girl had unknowingly irritated Atlas with her weakness. There was nothing the Advent Blood despised more than weakness. He would eradicate it from the universe and leave only the strong which would serve under him.

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He wanted a predator? Well fuck him he could have a predator.

When he moved right, she dashed left towards him, arm jerking backwards so the chain whipped back to her hand, almost as if being retracted by some mechanic device. The fan miraculously stayed attached and also vanished up her sleeves. The appearance of the sigils beneath her feet did nothing to slow her pace. If anything it spurred her on into a forwards lunge, dropping to all fours. And that was where she became scary fast. The gloves she wore open and parted to each side, allowing her paws to slap on the ground, feline agility taking hold as she charged for him. It was probably terrifying to behold, a true predator of the wild, speeds up to twenty miles per hour with little effort, snarling, clawing, leaping to take down prey.

But this was no savannah. This was war.

Her angle changed directing her away from him, away from that sword, in a wide circle around him. And then suddenly, another lunge. Without breaking pace she drew her fan from her sleeve and jerked it through the air, launching a deadly slash of razor wind for Atlas. It was a feeble attack really. It could be blocked by his sword without contest and even shoulder the sword fail his armour could probably just wear it. And that was if he chose not to simply avoid the obvious fold in the air. Should it catch his flesh though, well... Flesh was a lot less resistant than metal and would easily be slashed open.

And then she would land on all fours, not missing a single beat as she continued to run, this time straight for the wall, though curving to form a slow arc around Atlas. While she couldn't keep this pace up forever she was as fit as she could be and this was just warming up her body from the cold weather. If anything she should have been thankful she didn't get any cramps.

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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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Oh? So she can fight a bit.. thought the Advent guardian. He was somewhat impressed, as he didn't realize she was capable of moving so quickly. In his current state, the female warrior was indeed faster than him, but she wisely stayed out of his range. She probably knew that no matter how fast she was, he could swing his blade faster, seeing as his arm was lighter than her body. Nevertheless, her speed was quite impressive. Now she had launched a wind based attack at the Advent, which was also smart. She was using ranged attacks to stay away from Atlas' reach. This blast of wind actually startled Atlas a bit as he didn't suspect her to be capable of manipulating that much force. It was quite weak in power, but it could be used as a ploy to create an opening in Atlas' defense for the girl to exploit, which he couldn't afford to allow. He put a lot of pride in his ability to remain uninjured in the majority of battles.

With a serious glare burned into his face, Atlas sprang into action. He quickly hop stepped to his right, avoiding the wind attack by approximately one foot, which put the girl in his range, proceeding to run quickly at the girl, his sword in a ready position to cleave her apart from the female's left shoulder to her right thigh. He had now closed the gap to five feet, bringing his left forearm across his chest, planning to use it for a counter attack. He brought the sword down at a speed exceeding fifty miles an hour, planning to lacerate the girl diagonally from the right.

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The chance Bo had been waiting for. When she saw him moving forward she came to an abrupt halt, momentum continuing into a roll with one foot extended to slam down onto the floor, boot gathering back around it to cushion the impact. It left her in a sitting position with one leg extended, and her fan once again drawn in her left hand at around waist level, the robotic gauntlets reforming mid-roll and clutching onto the weapon. It clicked open dramatically as her eyes shifted to stare at Atlas coldly.

"Okay! Let's go!" she shouted, a remark apparently coming from nowhere, and for a moment it looked as if she intended to use the same slashing wind attack as before. But she did not.

Her the fan swept up in a lone graceful maneuver and unleashed a powerful force of wind. The gust was directed, actually a narrow visible cylinder about a foot in diameter but holding enough force to shove a car sideways, or almost tip it over at the right angle. It hurtled through the air, angled awkwardly not at Atlas himself, but as his sword and right arm. A disarming attack, to force him to either to abandon his sword or forfeit his attack. At the same time her right arm stretched out towards him, not his upper torso, aiming for the biggest part of his bulk which was hardest to move in time, especially with his forward momentum. The vicious viper fangs hurtled for the mans armour, seeking to bite down once more, and like before the chain extended from within her sleeve and was let to slide past her glove so she could control it to some degree.

With her left arm swept in the air and her right arm out, left knee bent and right leg flat along the ground she looked quite like a cheerleader.

Oh.

That was what that was about.

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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

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Again, the girl continued to impress the Advent butcher.

Perhaps... Just perhaps, there was some talent within these child's small frame. It was Atlas' intention to draw it out of her and give it life.

Now was the time Atlas' Advent born reflexes would be put in the spot light. Advents were indeed special creations. They were beings with the very dna of the Harbinger Jenova coursing through their very bodies. As such, they were gifted with abnormal power and speed. Atlas chose to abandon the extreme speed Sephiroth had in exchange for immense power and bodily control. As such, his reflexes were extraordinary. However, Atlas had a lapse in judgment. He was unable to completely avoid the girls attacks. He could however, negate the majority of the damage.
It was true, he was moving too quickly to sidestep at the required angle.

The girl had launched two attacks, one at his sentient blade, the other at his body. Both would be destroyed in one swing. His swing was originally designed to cleave the girl in half diagonally starting at the upper right, moving down to the lower left(From Atlas' point of view). As he proceeded with his swing, he allowed his right wrist to relax, causing the blade to tilt backwards towards the left side of his wrist, as he did this, he allowed the wind attack to collide with the blade, and powerful indeed the wind wave was. Her control over wind was remarkable for her to be so young. As the blade collided with the wind, it flung Atlas to the left, which was his plan. Instead of holding still and deflecting the attack, he used the momentum and force of the wind to fling himself to the left, avoiding her wind attack. The problem now, was the viper. As he was being flung to the left, he tried to rotate his torso to his right to avoid the attack, but he was too close to her. The viper's fangs grazed his lifestream armor on his right torso, ripping the durable armor on the right side of his chest, leaving his skin exposed in that area. The amount of exposed skin was around seven inches long and three inches in width.

Now that he had avoided her attacks, he bent his legs quickly and launched himself backwards, one of his many advent traits kicking in now as he was in the air. Advents could fly, to an extent. It was more a levitation, like zero gravity. As he launched himself backwards, about thirty feet from the girl, he suspended himself in mid air.

He spoke then, his voice full of a sadistic amusement.

"Ho ho! You do have some skill! You are quite the assassin for a girl so young. But I believe you are still holding back some. Allow me to help you, child."

With this, Atlas rushed backwards, still facing the girl. His back was against the wooden wall on the left, the bottom of his left foot against the wall. After he stopped moving, he prepared another magical attack. Within his very spirit, the roaring essence of hell fire ignited, slowly filling his whole body, his eyes now glowing a bright crimson red. A red so vibrant and large that the girl could surely see it.

Atlas still had a good deal of room to maneuver, having five feet of space above his head, twenty to his left and right, and ten below him. He prepared his blade, pointing the tip in the direction of his left hip, prepared to block now, as his spell built up inside of him.


Fire spell prep= 1/2

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Re: Training the Assassin; Bo vs. Atlas

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Patcharoo on Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:01 pm

As he backed off she rose quickly to her feet, using this moment to catch her breath and pull her viper chain back to her wrist. She scored a hit. Had she poisoned the damn thing she could have had his arm down for a few minutes. Relying too heavily on the metal and wind and not enough on the poisons. Like always. Her head swiveled to the left then the right, judging how close she was to her surroundings before she started to move towards, a slow walk as she clapped her fan closed.

"Come on dirt bag. Don't run away from me now."

Holding back? Was that some sort of joke? She was running out of tricks to show him? Wait... His back was to a wall. If she rushed him now, he couldn't disengage. For a moment she was dumbfounded. The chain slipped from her sleeve once again about two feet in length, at which point she began to twirl it in a circle to pic up speed. Thirty feet, huh? Each step took her at least one closer. She could close ten feet in no time. Twenty feet if she dropped down to all fours. Not that she would. But with a slow walk she also had plenty of room to maneuver should something big come her way.

Also, she couldn't tell his eyes were red. Natural colourblindness meant it appeared as more grey or purple. Sucked being a cat.

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