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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