TRP is a post-Great War AU RWBY RP set in Mistral City and Haven Academy with no canons, no rank claims, no maidens, and no god interference. We offer a progression system and site-wide events that change the setting based on player actions.
The exhibition tournament had begun. The rules for this tournament itself were simple, the fight went on until one of the two entrants was either knocked off of the arena, their aura was fully depleted, or conceded the match. If both participants are knocked off of the arena at the same time, then the first one to get their entire body back on the arena itself is declared the winner. If two people’s aura dropped at the same time, the match is considered a draw and a rematch is scheduled at the next available open timeslot to declare a definitive winner. Draws were so rare as to be a nonissue in the past, but there was a rule for one nevertheless.
The fighting area itself is white concrete measuring approximately fifty meters by fifty meters raised about five feet in the air. The concrete itself is scuffed and shows signs of use, because it was on this area that all classes that used it in the past. The damage dealt in previous years was repaired, sure, but signs of that repair still remained. This was one of the bigger training facilities with some more equipment nearby, and that equipment was put to good use. There was a scoreboard that was lit up with the names of the contestants as well as their faces gracing the board. Contestants started between twenty and twenty-five meters away from each other, with a five meter by five meter block where each contestant could choose to make their starting position.
The matchup up at this juncture was one between two students who didn’t know each other very well. Qiu’li was one of the very first students to Haven and had actively avoided any sort of spotlight or attention since arriving at the Academy. Nasrin was a much newer recruit with a much flashier and confident style that made sure everyone knew who she was in a hurry.
The stakes of this match were simple: the winner advanced onto the finals for the Class Red and had the chance to make it to the Grand Finals against the Class Green. Winning in the finals would not only secure a very prestigious spot in the exhibition rounds of the Vytal Festival with all the media attention that entailed alongside a shot at glory in front of the entire world… but it also meant winning the first Class Competition.
Homeroom became a mandatory part of the day starting at eight o’clock in the morning for everyone involved, and it was a decent half mile distance away from the dorms itself. The winning class of this competition will have their homeroom located as near to the dorms as possible with catering staff to serve breakfast until the next clash between classes. The losing class, however, will be exiled to Training Area Four roughly two miles from the dormitory and will have no catering – being forced to pack their own breakfast or wake up super early in order to eat before heading out. Since winter was fast approaching, this was not an ideal situation for anyone involved and harshly punished the losing team by forcing them to wake up earlier and make the trek in the snow every single weekday morning for an indeterminate amount of time.
Naturally, the stakes were high enough that nobody in the right mind wanted to lose. An extra half hour of sleep every weekday morning added up to two and a half hours of sleep a week – or ten hours of sleep a month. That’s a lot of sleep potentially lost due to the commute over, which could have adverse effects in all of the losing class’s performance in school as a whole. That was a far away concern at this point, however, as the contestants were setting themselves up on the arena itself and waiting for the timer to tick down to zero. Currently it was at around fifteen seconds remaining, allowing for last-minute adjustments on either side to get that little edge they might need before the conflict began.
Qiu'li had no idea what that meant, nor what the the stakes were exactly. All he really knew was that there was some kind of competition that followed the events that had occurred some time prior in which Aegle and Colton were choosing various classmates to join them for the class. Quite honestly, he didn't quite care which side he had ended up on. Well, that was a bit of a lie- having not to suffer with Colton's constant harassment was nice, though he didn't see much of a point in this type of split. Perhaps it had to do with the increase in the size of the student body recently? Either way, all he knew was that he was fighting his classmates once more in a similar fashion to what they had prior to his enrollment to the Academy. One on one, the requirements is to exhaust the opponent's Aura, knock them off the Arena, or have them concede the match. Simple, but easier said than done if the opponent is power.
As the raven-haired man entered the arena from his side and looked up at the board, his eyes leered at the picture they decided to use for him this time. Why is it that everytime he ended up on a public match, they took the most unflattering pictures of him and plastered it for the audience to see? At this point, he was all but ready to give up and let them choose whatever image they deemed fit, as his primary role here was to win and... Move somewhere. As soon as the announcer stated what the stakes were in the match, the gears began to turn slowly for Qiu'li as he realized what was going on. Ahh... It was a tournament to determine who would be facing off against the other class's victor it seemed. As for the rewards... Well, he didn't care it that much. Living in the mountainous regions of Forever Fall had forced him to take on a lifestyle that required constant movement and trekking harsh environments. However, upon figuring out that many of his other classmates probably didn't live in a similar situation to him, Qiu'li had came to the realization that placing those expectations on his own teammates would be unfair. He was also fairly comfortable with the city lifestyle and was reluctant to give it up easily.
Though for now, the raven-haired man pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the task at hand. His goal was to defeat the person before him and move on. Plain and simple. Having the disadvantage of not knowing what her combat ability is like or what her Semblance allows her to do. If he rushed right in and her Semblance was devastating up close, Qiu'li would get screwed over pretty quickly. If he played it overly-cautious and ranged attacks were her specialty, that would mean chunks of damage done to him before he could even get a leap in. Ultimately, Qiu'li decided that the best course of action was to engage her as he would normally. If she was a close ranged fighter, at least he was fighting within his own element. Glancing at the timer that was slowly counting down, Qiu'li turned to face Nasrin and eyed her. She had pink hair, which was caught his attention first, though aside from that, he couldn't really identify anything else notable about her that stood out significantly aside from her weapon.
With the timer ticking down to the last few seconds, Qiu'li gazed at Nasrin with his signature glare and closed his eyes. Lowering his head, Qiu'li gave a bow of respect before looked back up and taking his stance. Each tonfa was placed so that it rested underneath his forearms and the short end protruded out from under his fist. He took a low stance, both legs spread far apart as the timer grew closer to the start. "May we fight to best of our ability." The raven-haired man sprang his body forward as soon as the indication of the start and shot forward a full fifteen meters towards Nasrin. He would then spring forward in a second leap if he was left uncontested to close that gap if Nasrin hadn't moved during that time to go for a direct right straight punch towards her chest. There was no need for any fancy maneuvers or acrobatic finesse. It'd show his skills too soon in a situation where he knew next to nothing about her, therefore he decided that sticking to the basic techniques would be best.
Let's see what she's made of.
-- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Hei Tiequán | Rank E Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
The temptation to not get out of bed the morning of the exhibition was high. Nasrin had spent the previous night figuring out who exactly her opponent was and had learned quite quickly that he probably outmatched her in nearly every way possible. He had been a student for longer than her, and that time spent training and improving had placed him, as far as Nasrin could tell, near the top of the list of strongest students at Haven. So why the fuck was Nasrin matched against him? She was brand new to the school and on top of that was more oriented towards supporting others than to fighting one on one and yet the powers that be had decided that the best matchup for her to take would be the strongest person on her team. [Break] [Break]
Assholes. [Break] [break]
But rational thought won out eventually, and Nasrin had crawled out of bed and gotten all of her things ready. She freshly shaved the side of her head and put on some of her best combat clothes - some intentionally ripped jeans, a leather vest, and a bright pink bra and tank top combo that she let show through the center of the vest. - because dammit if she was going to get annihilated by this Qui’li guy then she was going to do it looking good. At least to start, anyways. [Break] [Break]
And now here she was, standing on a platform in the middle of the arena opposite her opponent. She had never seen him before in person, but he looked pretty much exactly like she had expected from the few headshots she had seen while doing her research. He was nothing particularly impressive to look at, she decided, though unfortunately looks were not the contest at hand and the fact that Nasrin had him beat on that front wouldn’t help her at all when the fighting started. [Break] She sighed, shaking out her arms and setting Rascal down below her so that she could jump on the second the timer ticked down and signalled the start of the fight. She kept her gaze low, and could just barely hear her opponent say something from across the arena though she couldn’t quite make it out, nor did she really care to. She thought about surrendering, gave it more thought than was probably healthy for someone about to enter a fight. But really, it was extremely tempting to do so. It’d save her the trouble of getting her ass handed to her on a silver platter, and it’d keep at least some of her ego intact. [Break] [Break]
But before she could decide either way the time ticked down and signalled the start of the fight. Nasrin leaped onto Rascal right away and made a sharp turn as she started to accelerate towards the left side of the arena. She wanted to stay near the edge for hopes that Qui’li would fuck up and fall off the side, and if she fell off it wasn’t the worst thing in the world since she figured her chances of victory were near zero otherwise. [Break] She looked up in time to see Qui’li launch himself fifteen meters in a single leap, and then begin a second leap to follow up. She was thankfully out of the immediate path thanks to her evasive strategy to begin the match with, but there was no way in hell she could keep that lead on him if he could move that far that quickly. [Break] [Break]
That being said, she had no intention of moving closer to him to make his job easier nor did she have any intention of actually trying to fight him, and so she continued to ride her hoverboard along the outside ring of the arena, following the curve as close as possible and hoping as hard as one could that he would miss a jump and fling himself off the side of the stage.
Aura: 100% [break][break]
Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F [break][break]
Drat. His attack would have been for nothing as his second leap was met with her retreating towards the edge. Huh, so she was going to employ the same tactics that he had originally tried to use back during the first tournament. It wasn't like it was to be expected, but the fact that she was actively trying to avoid directly confronting him lead Qiu'li to believe that either she was baiting him out to get him close to the edge and knock him off with some unknown ability that he was unaware of, or she was preparing some powerful ranged attack and decided that the edge was the best place to do it as it would put him at a great disadvantage.
Either way, he was sure that running towards her and missing his attacks constantly while she dodged and redirected her movements would only result in exhausting himself, therefore he as soon as he got up from his missed attack, Qiu'li would gaze at her intensely and study her. She was riding on the weapon it seemed, and it appeared to float off the ground. Interesting, but not the most interesting technology that he's seen thus far since he had left his home in Forever Fall. Either way, Qiu'li followed the way that it moved gauged that the speed of the hoverboard was significantly slower than his ability to leap.
In short, Qiu'li could easily catch up to her if he straight up started to pursue her, except the problem was that she was dangerously close to the edge of the arena, and he didn't know what her Semblance allowed her to do. For all he knew, she could easily propel him off the edge with something unexpected and end the match at that. Therefore, Qiu'li decided that he would either force her into a immobilized state, damage her in such a way that forced her to stop and fight back, or slow her down just enough for him to make use of his mobility and knock her off the board. Opting for the third pathway, Qiu'li reared his leg back in preparation for a leap. The raven-haired man would presume that she could easily redirect her movements on the hoverboard and easily avoid him once he caught up, however, turning meant slowly down their speed, and the moment one would turn, he would attack.
Scanning his eyes of the direction that Nasrin was travelling, Qiu'li would leap towards Nasrin, however he would leap right into the projected path that she was riding along the edge of the ring. Either she would have to slow down and turn to continue to avoid him, go full speed and try to run him down, or reveal one of her cards to try and pull something that he hadn't anticipated of the former two. Raising his arms, Qiu'li would swing his fists together and interlock the two tonfas, causing the back ends to spring out and extend into a staff, one that was reminiscent of his former weapon Panlong. As soon as it took it's staff form, Qiu'li held it in front of him so that the longer end pointed out and was ready to intercept what came at him.
-- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Hei Tiequán | Rank E Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
Qui’li stopped after his impressive leap and paused to watch Nasrin as she circled the outside of the ring. She really didn’t have any plans beyond what she was currently doing, so she allowed him to sit there and study her as much as he felt the need to. Nasrin wasn’t sure if there was a timer on the match, but honestly she’d be okay with a draw at this point as well, so if he wanted to burn time she was totally fine with that. A few moments later he lowered himself down into a similar stance as the first time he had jumped, though this time he seemed to be aiming for the area ahead of Nasrin rather than directly at her. He was playing a dangerous game, jumping so close to the edge of the arena, and unless he had a way to stop himself mid air Nasrin figured she might be able to take advantage of that. [Break] [Break]
He did combine his two weapons into a longer staff which would be problematic. It would mean he could jump short of the edge and still be able to hit her. But really, what else was she going to do? Try and knock the weapon out of his hands? That would mean getting close enough for him to hit her and that seemed like just as bad of an idea as continuing with her original strategy. [Break] So, Nasrin sped up. Rascal carried her over the ground rather quickly, and without much need for her to kick with her leg to maintain speed which was an added bonus. She crouched down as far as she could, lowering herself and shrinking the size of target that Qui’li had to work with as she engaged the other student in a game of chicken. She hoped that he would misjudge the jump and send himself flying over the edge, or collide with her and send both of them over the side. She could work with that, and she might even be able to stop herself from falling if the second event came to pass. [Break] [Break]
Bracing herself, and lowering her hand to cling to the side of her board to avoid being knocked off, Nasrin moved directly into Qui’li’s path. What happened now depended on where exactly he had intended to land and how he chose to do so.
Aura: 100% [break][break]
Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F [break][break]
As he leapt into her pathway, it seemed like she had opted to try and run him down. Alright, game on. As soon as he landed within Nasrin's projected path. Qiu'li brought his leg back and pointed the staff forward, keeping the length of the staff in front of him as Nasrin sped up closer towards him. With no signs of slowing down, they would most likely collide with each other and either sending them backwards and off the edge, or knock him upwards. Given that the latter would be much riskier than he was already anticipating, the raven-haired man went for the second option. Gazing intensely at the incoming projectile, Qiu'li got a running start *towards* her as he paced himself.
As soon as he was in near-collision range, Qiu'li slammed the staff into a groove in the ground, created from previous battles as an anchor point, located just outside to the right of Nasrin's projected pathway. Pointed at an angle, Qiu'li used the momentum to lift himself off the ground in his characteristic vault maneuver and into the air as he reared his leg back and spun on his staff to perform a front kick at Nasrin passing by. The intention was to kick her directly off the board and out of the ring to end the match quickly for both of them. Unfortunately for Qiu'li, Nasrin had lowered her body and clung onto the hovering vehicle at the last second, and without any way to adjust for the sudden shift in target size, this caused him to misjudge his attack and either partially hit her, the board, or missed entirely as Nasrin would zoom past him and down the path. Damn.
Once his hit-or-miss passed, Qiu'li would let himself land on the ground where the board had been and return his staff into it's tonfa form in preparation to follow-up on his attack or continue pursuit. Chances are that his attack would do little to her Aura as a whole, if at all. However, he hoped that the attack was sufficient to slow her down for him to keep up his attack, or cause her to lose control entirely for him to catch-up. Either way, the speed of the transportation device was nothing to scoff at, as taking it head on would easily knock off a good portion of his Aura. In addition, he was reluctant to reveal his Semblance yet in light of not knowing how her's worked. Urgh.. This was troublesome, but the raven-haired man had no choice but to continue the battle.
-- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Hei Tiequán | Rank E Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
Nasrin’s hopes that her opponent would simply fling himself off the edge of the arena were quickly dashed when he came to a stop at the end of his jump directly in Nasrin’s path around the rim of the arena. Then, to the punkettes shock, he started to run towards her instead of standing his ground or moving aside. She had a few seconds to decide what to do, and any planning she had managed in that time was promptly shattered by Qui’li hopping onto his staff and aiming a kick at where Nasrin’s chest had been a few moments prior. [Break] [Break]
Thinking quickly and doing something that was perhaps stupidly reckless, Nasrin put all her weight on the front quarter of her board causing it to tilt forward slightly and begin to grind against the arena floor as it struggled to compensate for the concentrated weight. Then, using it as an angled launching platform, she kicked off and launched herself forwards in a tackle as Qui'li's leg grazed her back. She aimed for Qui’li himself if she could manage it with the goal of flinging both of them off the side of the ring with the full body tackle. [Break] If she couldn’t reach her opponent, then instead she aimed for the top half of his staff. If she aimed for the bottom or the middle then he may very well be able to simply detach it into its component parts once more and leave her on the ground, but aiming for the top meant she would at least disarm him assuming her plan went well. If this route was necessary, then her goal would be to use her momentum from the launch off of her board to disarm Qui’li and fling his weapon over the side of the arena, perhaps with him still on it if some miracle manifested itself. [Break] [Break]
Regardless of the result of her tackle, Nasrin did not expect this fight to go on for much longer.
Aura: 95% [break][break]
Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F [break][break]
As he had anticipated, the kicked barely missed her as she went right below the projected path. He felt a bit of impact, so at least he managed to get the first hit in. If the battle had dragged much further without them getting anywhere, the raven-haired man would probably end up a lot more frustrated. What he hadn't anticipated was her stopping so suddenly and using the vehicle to as a launchpad to try and knock him off the staff. The great thing about this posture is that it gives him a level of flexibility in terms of movements. In addition, the momentum movement means that the staff isn't stuck to one spot and gave him plenty of openings for a variety of attacks. On the downside, being perched on the staff meant that he had little ways of movement besides down once it reached the apex.
The thing about this style is that in most cases, fluidity is reserved for the fighter affixed to the staff- the staff itself is a stable platform that bends and sways to the user. However, the bends can only go so far, and when something comes hurling right at the stable platform, say a person, it would be equivalent to watching a house of cards collapse. As soon as his kick grazed Nasrin and went over her, Qiu'li felt the staff lurch forward and away from him as Narsin had collided with it and knocked him completely off balance. In order to mitigate him completely getting knocking off and landing on his face, Qiu'li jammed the staff downward to give himself an upward push as he gave himself a small boost before letting go of the staff and causing it to fling off away from him.
As Qiu'li pushed himself off, the raven-haired man began to rotate his body horizontally and tucked his arms briefly so that he wasn't flailing around while he descended. As he got close to the ground, Qiu'li loosened his body as he rolled forward, heels-first then shoulder to avoid any real damage to himself. Acrobatic training did him well when it came to learning how to fall, but the problem was that he was now unarmed. However, upon glancing over, he noticed that the board had stopped relatively close to where he had fallen. Was it a launchpad? A weapon? Either way, Qiu'li quickly walked over and kicked it off the arena before turning to gaze at Nasrin.
Weaponless. A unexpected outcome, but one that he would most likely have to face someday. He took a lowered stance and held his arms out, palm-face down and hands open with the fingers close to each other. He waited for her to recover from her tackle and lowered his head while maintaining his gaze. They were roughly within distance of him being able to reach her in a leap, but he didn't know what she had hidden up her sleeves as he slowly made his way towards her instead of a reckless leap. "Your fighting style.. Unique. Not expected, however we both are without weapon. Will you still fight without it?" Qiu'li asked as he gazed at her with the same intensity as he would in a real combat scenario. Were it against another Grimm, he would not hesitate to strike it down with the might of his spirit, but against people are a different story. Emotions are strange, unexpected factor, but one that existed nonetheless.
Qiu'li was ready to take on anyone with the same expectation of a fight, no matter who it was. To do any less was an insult to them, but Grimm know nothing about honor. People did, and Qiu'li respected the boundaries of a fight should the opposing party do the same. There is a difference between a fight to the death and a fight to display technique, and Qiu'li more or less understood that boundary. Either way, as he waited for Nasrin to make the first move this time, he remained steadfast and awaited her move. Would she attempt to turn and run? Or would she come in with an unexpected card up her sleeve?
This was going to get into a very close situation.
-- Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D Hei Tiequán | Rank E Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E
Nasrin was dramatically less graceful than Qui’li in her landing, essentially belly-flopping onto the arena floor while clinging to the stolen staff for dear life. She didn’t really know where Qui’li had ended up, so she rolled sideways and shoved the staff over the edge of the arena before flipping over to catch her breath. She saw Qui’li now, he was standing a little ways away near where her board and fallen, and promptly kicked Rascal off the side of the arena once he saw his own weapon suffer a similar fate. [Break] That would be a problem. She had really been hoping for things to just be over one way or another after her diving tackle, but now she just ended up in the same situation as before except now she was at what she assumed to be an even larger disadvantage than when they both had weapons. At least before she could move quickly, now she was stuck on her own two legs and her only weapon was her single intact arm. [Break] [Break]
”Your fighting style.. Unique. Not expected, however we both are without weapon. Will you still fight without it?” Conversation had not really been what Nasrin was expecting, but since it seemed her opponent was not inclined to make any moves towards her for now she took a few seconds longer on her back before she rolled herself onto her stomach again and pushed back up into a standing position [Break] ”Gonna be honest, didn’t expect this fight to still be happening after that.” The temptation to just give up was still there from earlier in the morning. Her chances of victory in this fist fight would likely be even worse than they had been with Aegle, and the Aegle fight had still turned out to be difficult despite her opponent being exhausted. ”Was kinda hoping one of the two of us would just fall off the edge, yeah? Don’t think I have a snowflake's chance in hell of beating you in a straight up fight. Whoever was in charge of setting up matches was real fucking shitty at it.” [Break] There was a hint of anger in her voice, though she mostly spoke matter-of-factly. She had wanted to give this little tournament an honest shot, but being placed against the strongest member of her class in the opening round put a massive fucking damper on any aspirations Nasrin may have had regarding progress up the ranks. [Break] [Break]
”I don’t see much point in going on. Got no real desire to get my ass handed to me and having that shit recorded, would much rather lose on my own terms with some dignity and whatnot.” She sighed and looked around the arena, pondering if she had much hope of victory or if it was worth just surrendering now. Hell, even if she managed a draw by having both of them fall off the edge it’d likely just mean they would have to fight again. She came to a decision then, one driven partially by how hopeless this whole fight felt and partially by her desire to not get beaten up. [Break] [Break]
Raising a hand up along with her voice, Nasrin called out to the arena as a whole. ”I surrender. Not much point for me to keep going on here I don’t think. I gave it a fuckin’ shot, that’s enough for me to be okay with this shit.”
Aura: 93% [break][break]
Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F [break][break]
This was unexpected to say the least- usually most people would try and chance a fight to settle things or at least gauge their own limits. Perhaps knowing when to give up is just as important as when to stay and fight. Qiu'li gave a puzzled look to her reasoning for not wishing to continue. Ass handing? What did it mean to serve her bottom towards the other person? The raven-haired man had various questions, though he wasn't sure how to word it. [break] "What do you mean 'ass handed'? Is that phrase meaning of importance?" Qiu'li asked before he stopped and acknowledged her refusal to continue. Qiu'li had no reason to pursue fighting her, and respected her wish if needed be. However, he was still perplexed for her reason to continue. Was it a matter of pride? It couldn't have been as simple as just acknowledging some power gap between them and deciding that it wasn't worth dragging out the fight? The raven-haired man tried to wrap his head around it, but he couldn't quite figure it out. Perhaps asking her directly would be the better option, though he realized that now was not exactly the most optimal time all things considered. [break] Standing up straight, he pressed his hands together, one palm open and the other closed into a fist as he lowered his body and head, bowing to Nasrin out of respect. Not only to her, but as a courtesy that he normally showed anyone else, unlike a certain someone that crept into his mind. Urgh... Facing that man would be a real pain in the future, and he hoped that he didn't need to again. As he looked up, Qiu'li continued to gaze at Nasrin. "After tournament, I having desire to speak to you." He said abruptly as the man scratched his head. "Are you of approval?" He asked as Qiu'li stood there awkwardly, glancing briefly at the staff which was some distance away.
Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D [break] Hei Tiequán | Rank E [break] Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D [break] Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E [break] Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E [break] Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E [break] Shadow Step I (Stealth) | Rank F
Her surrender caught her opponent off guard which was a small victory. He stared over at her with confusion plainly evident on his face, and Nasrin responded with a small shrug and a little smirk. She had no real reason to explain herself more than she already had and started walking towards the side of the arena where he had kicked Rascal off the edge. [Break] ”It’s a saying. Getting your ass handed to you is like the same as being beaten real fucking bad.” She could answer that question at least, it seemed innocent enough though rather surprising that he seemed genuinely not to know what the phrase meant. Strange people came to Haven it seemed, though at least this one seemed to understand how to dress properly and keep himself clean which was a drastic improvement from some of the other students she had met thus far. [Break] [Break]
As she approached, her opponent put his hands together and entered into a rather fancy looking bow as far as she was concerned, seemed like something some noble family somewhere probably did. Her response to it was a thumbs-up as she continued to walk towards Rascal, bowing was not her thing and it likely never would be. [Break] Nearing the edge, Qui’li spoke up from behind her again with yet another somewhat surprising question. She let it hang in the air for a moment as she hopped off the side of the arena and down to where Rascal had fallen. With a practiced motion she slammed her foot down on the top of the board and spun it up into the air where she caught it with her good arm before tucking it under her stump. Only then did she turn to look back up at Qui’li. [Break] [Break]
”Don’t see much reason to decline that, so I aint got a problem with it,no. Not really sure what you and I have to talk about though, I don’t think we’re too similar and we definitely aren’t even fucking close in practice and skill level and shit.” [Break] Nasrin stuck her good arm behind her head and stretched out with a slight groan and some popping. Then she headed off towards where Qui’li’s staff had fallen to go collect that for him. He wasn’t an asshole so far, so may as well make a good first impression and shit, right?
Aura: 93% [break][break]
Semblance E, Rascal Light F, Agility F, Durability E, Melee Accuracy E, Speed F, Graffiti F, Mechanics F[break][break]
A saying... "Like phrase on words? Err... 'Word play'?" Qiu'li asked as he followed her off. The announcements would do whatever they wanted, quite frankly he was no longer interested in whatever the crowds or the commentators were saying as he took a seat on the ledge while he watched her hop off to pick up her vehicle. Upon tucking it away, he also noticed her stump, and the various markings on it. Tattoos. Something that he recognized and understood very well. His village had someone like that too, whose profession involved marking others with ink- except they were usually reserved for warriors who have done great deeds like slain large Grimm or lead skirmishes against neighboring invaders that resulting in their victories. To say the least, tattoos were a symbol of powerful people who have done great things. Therefore, when Qiu'li saw it, his eyes lit up a bit. [break] [break] As she agreed to his proposal, the raven-haired man nodded quickly. "Then.. In exchange for agreement of meeting, I am willing to train with you. My style of fighting is... Different, but all martial arts rely on basic technique. I can teaching you technique, if you would like." Qiu'li offered as he got up to follow her to where his staff was. As soon as she picked it up and handed to him, Qiu'li would thank her and release the lock to cause the outer regions to retract into the tonfa and separate before putting them away. There were many things that he didn't know about Nasrin. He had some understanding to why she surrendered now- the power level between them was fairly large, and she didn't see the use in continuing a fight where she had nothing to gain. Perhaps she had better things to do than to fight a fight that was unfavorable? [break] [break] Qiu'li thought about this, which reflected the scowl on his face as he tried to piece it together. He understood the concept of refusing to continue a fight when it was unfavorable to oneself. Especially when loss was inevitable and the other party had clearly demonstrated that they could easily win. That's how one normally acted in real settings, as he recalled the countless times that he would run when he found himself outnumbered or outmatched by bandits or Grimm back in Forever Fall. However, he felt like something else was different... She had the tattoos. Usually those resembled strength of some level. So what could it be..? Was it a hidden strength that he wasn't aware of? Perhaps it had something to do with her missing arm. Perhaps finding the answer to that would be a clue towards his search to the question that his Master laid out for him so long ago. [break] [break] What is true strength?
Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank D [break] Hei Tiequán | Rank E [break] Featherfall I (Leap) | Rank D [break] Weapon Proficiency II (Martial Arts) | Rank E [break] Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E [break] Resilience of the Crimson Oaks II (Durability) | Rank E [break] Dragon's Roar I (Utility Tool) | Rank F