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.
Once again, the members of team MSRA would enter the arena of Amity Colosseum after their victory the previous match, the roar of the crowd hitting them like an almost physical force. It was a veritable tsunami that few things could match, ripe with the expectation of the tens of thousands of people that had come to watch the demonstration of skill and prowess by the future defenders of man and Faunus kind. Before them lay the arena, already configuring itself to the newest layout to grace the incoming combatants. Larger than three football fields put side by side, the fighting grounds lay a hundred and fifty meters in diameter and had the capability of changing the environments within between rounds, so that no two fights would ever be the same.
Separated into four biomes that each took up a quarter of the area not already taken by the centerpiece of featureless concrete were the three biomes that MSRA and MRLT would be fighting in this match, stretching the fifty meters from the featureless grey octagon that sat squarely in the center to the edge of the arena proper and the brown dirt that ran around its edge for a good distance more before it hit the wall and force field that would protect the audience from anything gone awry. Of course, said force field was invisible to the eye unless impacted hard enough to pulse the blue of hard light Dust used to keep it running, so unless stray attacks or trainees were launched into it, it would remain a silent protector of the masses viewing them for their pleasure.
To their left, swampland stretched out the full two biomes, uninterrupted from one end of the circle to another. Reeds and marshland grasses protruded out of the ankle deep brackish water, along with stunted and twisted trees that grew outward rather than upward, ranging from twenty to twenty four meters tall with loops of strangling vines hanging from their branches. Bubbles floated up to burst on the murky surface, and filled the air with the stench of rotting mud, which wafted outward and over to the contestants.
To their right, the closest biome was densely forested, with deciduous trees thickly closeted together. Unlike their counterparts in the swamp biome, these trees stood straight and tall and narrow in comparison, though they stood at the same height of twenty to twenty four meters tall. In the lower reaches of the biome, assorted brambles and grasses grown thickly together made for a dense undergrowth that would hinder movement through it, though anything above that remained clear and gave students ample space to fight between the trees.
The furthest biome on their right was a rocky and mountainous landscape, which only grew in height intensity the closer to the center of the biome it got. Small foothills ranging from one to two meters in height were scattered around the base of one large group of peaks, the lowest of which still reached dozens of meters in height. The tallest of these stood heads and shoulders around its smaller brethren at nearly a hundred meters tall, and had small stormclouds coalescing around its peak that crackled with thunder and the occasional flash of electricity. With all that on display, it was definitely a locale that suited the unique Mistrallean aesthetic, and those who had spent time in the capital would no doubt feel quite at home there.
Before the students could do much more than observe the terrain, the view of the commentator booth quickly flashed on to several of the surrounding screens, though the rest remained focused on the commentators on the ground. A woman with bright red hair and a slight blush was speaking, with a pair of striking red eyes that somehow managed to convey slight nervousness through the holographic screen. Despite that, the voice that came over the speakers, while demure, had a way of cutting through the noise in admirable fashion.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to the second bracket of the Wild Card rounds for the Thirteeth Vytal Festival Tournament. Today, we have Team MSRA and MRLT facing off against each other in a two on two battle that will see one team eliminated from the Wild Card rounds and the victor climbing closer to their opportunity to reach one of the eight spots that will be contesting for this year's title of Vytal Festival Champion. I am Aika Ishimura, currently under contract as a Huntress of Atlas, and will be providing live commentary for the match alongside my colleague, Oignon de Marron. Please welcome the contestants as they enter the field."
Across from the two, Mika Willow and Engram Ruskea were entering the field, their teammates noticeably absent. Neither of them looked much different from the last time they'd been seen, still scowling and stone faced when compared to other contestants. However, facing off against Magarethe Holiday's team HNGE in the match immediately prior to this one had caused some shifts in attitude, shifts that would become immediately apparent on first glance. There was a newfound vulnerability to them, finally having come up against an opponent they couldn't brute force their way through - a vulnerability that might perhaps be exploited by those willing or sharp eyed enough to do so. Instead of the careful strategy shown in the last round when their blonde companion was present, Willow and Ruskea immediately crossed into the center area where contestants were required to start in and stepped right up against the dividing line, clearly intending to rush across it as soon as the match started.
"Oh. It seems as though Team MRLT has forgone their previous strategies of letting their opponents come to them in favor of taking the offense this round. A bold strategy, but as we've seen before, Professor Marron - not one that works particularly well. Would you not say the same?"
The other commentator, a slightly harried blond woman with green eyes who sat next to her fellow Huntress, nodded in response, pushing up her glasses to her eyes and giving her best attempt at a smile.
"Zhis is true, yes. We 'ave seen zhis go poorly before in previous matches, but zhere is also clear precedence for its success. Miss Bariole, for example, 'as employed the rushdown technique to great effect in earlier matches. As always, such techniques depend 'eavily on ze person performing it, and ze persons reacting to it. I expect zhat Mister Willow will be trying to use his better speed to focus down the slower members of the team before zhey can muster a defense while Mister Ruzkea catches up. Zhen again, as Mister Vas 'as a similar Semblance to Mister Willow and 'is teammate Miss Sabatto is noticeably smaller and lighter, and Mister Ruzkea does not appear to 'ave a ranged attack option, it could also be possible for them to remain out of range until enough damage 'as been done to knock zhem out of ze fight."
Huntress nodded along in agreement with her colleague's assessment, before leaning a bit closer to her mic.
"We're looking forward to see what happens, contestants. Please remember to afford your opponents all due respect and fight to the best of your ability. I wish the both of you the best of luck, and may the best team win. You may begin in five. Four. Three. Two. One."
Above the students, the holographic screens flashed a countdown as the Huntress did, starting from five and ticking down with every second. When it reached zero, a siren blasted into the air, and the words MATCH START flared across in bright red letters.
"Match - begin."
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Last Edit: May 16, 2020 18:29:15 GMT -5 by Ryukai: Changed team name details
Post by Bianca Sabbato on May 19, 2020 12:15:08 GMT -5
Well, there we were. Second day of vytal and going against team Merlot. It was the same team that had delegated team MARS to the wildcards round, and since Mars had been some tough cookies to crack, I expected nothing less than a hard fight from the representatives of MRLT.
And still to this day, there was no fucking sign of Raynard anywhere. And to make matters worse Arturian had fallen ill with Tifus (Probably, I only saw the quarantine note on his door and got the hell away from there)
Luckily, we were already at the doubles rounds. So me and Ryan could take care of everything from there on... Whit brought the next, more pressing and terrifying question. Choosing a new team leader.
Ryan didn’t want anything to do with the position. And the rest of my team were...Unavailable, to say the least. So now I was in full panic mode since Ryan insisted on his non existent leadership abilities, and that I should be team leader instead.
So yeah, fuck me. I didn’t have any kind of leadership skills either. I just was kinda used to people telling me what to do and doing it at the best of my abilities. But actually leading the way for once? It was something that never crossed my mind... It was kinda scary to be honest.
Keeping in line with my new pseudo-leader responsibilities, I had actually prepared a strategy under the assumption of them using one of their big guys alongside the sniper Lucian to have a more balanced team. So I couldn’t avoid mustering a curse to the heavens when I saw the two tanks making their way towards us in the arena.
I mean, it wasn’t completely bollocks like having that girl Teleket (Or however you pronounce that) as part of the team. I could see how Mika could be able to give chase to Ryan while Engram kept me busy long enough to tire me out... That called for a quick adjustment to our battle plan.
Signaling for my towering teammate to bend over a little, so I could actually murmur in his ear without having to construct a small crate to step onto. I asked for a few quick questions and, after hearing his affirmative answers, concocted a new strategy with him.
If everything went according to plan I would take care of the fast dude (The man, the legend) while Ryan took advantage of his speed and range to skewer the bull faunus from a safe distance with his Uzi. And If something unexpected happened we would have to improvise.
The biomes were interesting but probably a non factor. Our enemies seemed content with facing us head on and I wasn’t about to go and change their minds. Still, if things took a turn for the wrong, I would call upon Ryan to carry me towards the mountain biome were we probably would have an advantage with his long distance attacks and my earth manipulation.
That probably would be the right time for an inspiring and encouraging speech from the team leader... Sadly, being that I was as much of a leader as the still absent Raynard Marshalls. It would have to do with a little improvisation.
-So... We are here, after all that preparation-
A few uncomfortable seconds followed in which I refused to look at Ryan for fear of dying of shame.
-So, let’s not fuck it up. If we win the celebratory meal’s on me... What do you like to eat anyway? Something good, give me an extra motivation to win-
Yeah, probably not the greatest place to start some small talk, I quickly shut up and let him to his own preparations after a small high 5.
I positioned myself well at the front part of the arena, as close to Mika Willows as it was possible and making sure to stay in between his line of sight with Ryan, who was standing a little distance behind and with a clear shot of Engram
This time, I was better prepared. Everyone knew about my semblance by this point so no need to hold any secrets back. With a little help from Ryan, we entered the arena with two big sacks like the ones used by burglars in children cartoons.
Only that instead of stealing money, we would be stealing the result of this match (I came up with that pun). For they were filled to the brim with soft, warm, recently collected earth that already pooled around my feet as we discharged their content.
I could always use the stone from the arena. But fuck that. I liked more using things like this. Soft and malleable like clay for my soul to mold into whatever forms I wanted, I could make it as strong as tone in a matter of a second, so no use taking my time to decompose the sturdy rock of the platform into smaller, more versatile pieces. Plus, its temperature alongside the myriad of small insects swimming trough it were making connection with the greater earth feel still strong and palpable.
That connection had always soothed my soul, helped me keep a clear and serene mind in stressful situations. And when hearing the massive roar of amity stadium (along the innumerable army of television cameras aimed at us and undoubtedly tracing our every movement) I couldn’t help but feel grateful for that tranquil presence.
Either way, as I approached the gigantic men that were to be my enemies for the day. A part of me really wanted to taunt Mika into attacking me first. But I was undecided about it, on one hand he would need to have a brain the size of a pea to actually fall for that... On the other hand... They seemed kinda lost out there, not lost in the sense of not knowing were they were, but lost in the sense of they being missing something they clearly had in their previous fight.
The uncomfortable remembrance of my temporal position of leadership crossed my mind like a falcon doing a nosedive. On one hand, everything I did reflected on my team on some way... On the other, at the end of the day all the responsibility befell on me for everyone’s behavior.
... Ah, screw it, it’s worth a shot...
-Wow... You sure as hell are big- I said facing Mika directly into the eyes. —Almost too big... Maybe overcompensating for something big boy?- I taunted him with a devious grin on my face. And to hell with him, if he actually fell into that trap he deserved to berating words.
So after taking the commentators the recommendation of affording all due respect to our enemies and whipping my ass with it, I took position facing the mountain of a man.
As painful memories of the previous match erupted on the back of my head, I could feel mind begin to flutter into a state of total calm. Nothing else mattered but the fight, so I would trust Ryan and do my part properly. So this fight was a proper victory for team MRSA. One without room for discussion.
As I felt more than heard the countdown to the beginning of the match. I was able to feel my earth coming out to life in impatient anticipation for the bout. Hovering a couple inches above ground and around me, following my every step.
My spear was not trained yet on Willows, but carefully held behind my back in a vertical position as I slowly started to approach the man. Better that way, for I was not planning on using the spear first.
As the siren signaled the beginning of the match. I quickly got into my combat mindset. Keeping only a secondary attention on the bull faunus in case he wanted to try something funky.
If everything went as expected, I would have successfully baited Mika into charging into me with his semblance. If this happened, I would focus on evading his charge to the best of my abilities while quickly shaping my earth into a solid spiked wall for him to crash into and be stopped for enough time for me to step in and strike with a practiced thrust aimed at his center mass.
If instead he decided to wait for me to come close or engaging me in a more straightforward manner. I would mold my earth into the shape of a den of snakes that I would send flying forward with both their sharpened fangs and scales looking to cause as much damage as possible and the psychological impact such a sight could muster to Mika.
Then I would lunge with my spear and attack at his legs with powerful sweeping motions, looking to overwhelm him while dodging as much of his reprisal as I was able.
“I was praying for a chance to prove myself to them, I shall not let it go to waste”
As the tall boy behind me came into mind in a flash, I added a little annotation to my inner toughs.
“To prove both of ourselves, for now if I fail, I’ll be failing my teammate too”
Bianca E sem vs Mika Bianca E weapon / E martial arts vs Mika
Another day, another fight. Another day of hopimg he didn't horrifically fucked things up in the tournament. Due to this, he has been psyching himself out ever aince he awoke at dawn. Replaying any sort of tactic he could come up with against all the possible combinations that team MLRT could have.
He couldn't stop the curse from leaving his lips once he saw the pair before him and his teammate. In this world there was nothing more that he truly hated, despised and downright loated more than tanks. Ryan was painfully aware that his weapons weren't the most damaging ones out there, but against people, and Grimm, with reasonable durability he had a shot as long as he was tactical about his Semblance use.
But against goddamn tanks?! Yeah, he was going tontire out before ahattering their auras. Ah, fuck.
Considering that Bianca had the same expression than him, he realized she also realized the problem they were in. After bending slightly at her request and discussing a couple things. Bianca moved to the very edge of their side of the Arena and taunted her opponent. But beyond that, Ran wasnt paying any more attention.
His eyes solely focused on his target of the opposing team. Engram.
Ryan stayed a couple meters behind Bianca, doing his best to remain invisible to Mika, and waited for the match the start.
Aa soon as the claxon did, he quickly grabbed both of his weapons and activated his Semblance before charging headfirst towards Engram. As soon he was within strike distance from his sword, he would thrust forwards with all his might after stopping briefly with the agility that his Semblance offered him.
Without seeing if the strike struck or not, he would then run in a straight line away from Engram towards the forest biome at his normal speed while firing Uzi blindly over his shoulder at the Faunus. Shouting all the way.
"Are those horns because you're a Faunus or you had problems with an ex-girlfriend?!"
Just like Bianca, he had wiped his ass with being respectful to their enemies.
Damn, it felt good.
Last Edit: May 23, 2020 18:08:26 GMT -5 by Deleted
Due to her willful disregard of any semblance of sportsmanship in the form of taunting her opponent before the echoes of Ishimura's speech about treating others with respect had even finished fading from the stadium, Bianca immediately had the full attention of one very angry mountain man before her before the match had even started. This manifested itself in the form of said mountain man boosting forward and straight towards her as soon as the siren blasted into the air, which brought him straight into the spiked wall of earth that she conjured up. Earth, however, was not strong enough to hold back the massive amount of force that Willow was currently exerting - at least, not the amount that Bianca had managed to put up. While the force was enough to take a large chunk out of her opponent's Aura, it wasn't enough to stop him.
What was to be a solid thrust to the center of mass with her turned into a frantic slash with little time to defend herself as the mountain man smashed through and into her with a shoulder charge, well inside the effective range of her weapon designed to hit at longer ranges. The chainsaw on the business end of the bayonet whirred to life as he brought it up for a followup slash - Bianca's initial stumble back from his first brutal attack, however, meant that Willow misjudged the distance, the shrieking metal passing mere inches away from her face. Despite having more than two thirds of his Aura stripped away in the opening seconds of the fight, he didn't seem to care much, and was instead seemingly focused on introducing her face into the dirt that she loved so much.
"Gram! Help me with this one!"
The roar was just as loud as one would expect from one such as Willow, and carried across the distance to his teammate easily. Engram Ruskea was doing much better on the Aura side, and certainly a lot better on the combat side.
Ryan's initial sword strike went completely wide, and he was rewarded for his efforts with an immediate shield bash in response by the bull Faunus, with all the strength that a slab of steel wielded by a a slab of beef that implied. In the brief moment of disorientation afforded to him by the counter, Engram brought his axe up and smashed it down into the human's skull in a direct hit. Were it not for the Aura protecting him, it was very likely that Ryan would be in the hospital, if not the morgue for his efforts. Underestimating an opponent's reaction speed due to their looks was a mistake that he hopefully wouldn't make again, but only time would tell as to whether he learned his lesson. Immediately disengaging from the fight, the tall bespectacled male would retreat without the use of his Semblance and spraying his firearm's clip over his shoulder as he did so.
Bringing up his shield, Engram casually weathered the attack without even bothering to move. On the screen, his bar barely moved a tick in response to the gunfire, showing that Ryan was indeed correct in his assessment of the man's tank-esque physique. The bull Faunus took a step forward, perhaps intending to pursue, but the call from his teammate made him turn and apparently reconsider. Taunts that might have been better made before the fight to rile him up now came across only as the mewling of a weakling who could be easily dispatched with another two or three good blows from his axe, and he instead opted to assist Willow, making his way over to where the other was locked in combat with Bianca.
"What an opener to the fight. Team MSRA is leading in Aura total, but both teams have taken some pretty solid hits. Seems like Contestant Vas is making a tactical retreat and leaving his teammate to soak up the damage before coming around for another pass. Your thoughts, Marron?"
"Zhat doesn't look very tactical to me, Madamoiselle Ishimura. I vould call it being... how do you say zhis in common - poule mouillée?"
"Well, perhaps he might yet prove you wrong."
"Perhaps. Z'ere zeems to be a lot of zat going around in ze past few matches. Whatever ze case, I hope Madamoiselle Sabbato will be able to weather ze onslaught of being ze focus of these two."
Post by Bianca Sabbato on May 30, 2020 19:18:53 GMT -5
"Welp, the sky certainly looked beautiful today, as I could certainly attest from my current posture of being lying on the floor gasping for sweet air"
I seemed to have either overestimated the hardness of my earth or underestimated the strength of Mika Willow’s semblance when fuelled by murderous rage aimed towards my pretty being.
So either my taunt had worked too well or not well enough. Either way the feeling of his shoulder harshly fixed right into my ribs was a painful reminder that in a fight things never go exactly as you expect them.
The earth barrier was smashed to dust in an instant (And not the good kind of Dust either, even though that could be a cool trick for a future occasion), although it was not for naught, as a sudden glance at the aura meters let me know that between that little trick and my frantic attempts to hit him with my spear I had managed to claim almost three-quarters of the bulky man’s aura in a single instant... He didn’t seem to be heavily concerned about that, though.
I set my mind to full throttle as I lifted my body from the ground
“Ok, so you are not a tank, you are the DPS, that means I was right to target you first. Since trying to focus on the tank first was the downfall of team MARS...”
Ryan had distracted the bull-man successfully enough and now stood tall with more than half his aura left without having activated his semblance yet, so in case everything went wrong we still had the option of running away like cowards until the time ran out. (Hey, a win’s a win, or at least was better than loosing)
So the reins of the fight still stood firmly on our grasp, and even though there had been a couple mishaps along the way. Things were still going as we had planned. As I could attest since I was now being targeted by both mountains of meat... Perfect. That would leave Ryan free reign to do his run-by and keep chipping away at Ruskea’s aura.
"I won't let your trust in me go to waste, partner".
-Ooh? Do you need to call for your beefy friend to help you take proper care of such a small lady like me? Seems like I was right on the mark- I called loud enough for both of them to hear me, holding my spear firmly with one hand while I brought the other to sheepishly cover my mouth to badly cover a shit-eating grin perfectly rehearsed from days of taunting Artur (Or, as he had become my prime prey as of lately, Ryan).
Mika was already mad, with this I was expecting for him to be livid enough as to not notice the trap I had been laying for him and his horny friend this whole time.
It was a simple trap, but one that required enough material laid on the ground to be worked efficiently...Luckily, the remains of the barrier Willows had destroyed would work like a charm.
So I patiently stood with Nereida pointing neither to Mika nor Engram, but to a point in space roughly in between them. I was not banking on Willows using his semblance again at such a low aura level, but I didn’t rule it out entirely.
Plan of action was simple, I would wait until I had both men inside the range of my semblance, making sure to try and evade any ranged attack or shoulder charge from either of them.
Then, from the very same dirt already dispersed around me, I would use my semblance to cause a heap of rock-solid spikes to grow from beneath their feet and aiming to impale both of them at the same time.
Now, this would undoubtedly burn a healthy amount of my aura, so I was already playing with fire with that plan. But a certain itch in the back of my mind assured me this was the right course of action. It was the strategic part of my brain that could see the greater picture and reminded me of my own strengths and weaknesses. So I knew that if I let the fight go on for too long I will be no more than dead meat for Ryan.
And at this stage of the fray, I will not let the other teams witness a fault that could be so easily exploited against me in future bouts.
Immediately after my semblance attack, I would let the stone pikes dispel themselves as to not bother Ryan’s approach while finally focusing my attention on using my weapon again.
The mater of choosing a target between medium beef and full beef was a simple one since I basically could not allow Mika to keep interfering with the fight, I would aim to strike him down if his aura had not been already shattered by my semblance.
In case he was already down for the count. I would train the tip of Nereida towards Engram’s neck and aim to skewer him with all of my might. "These people were not from my team nor my school, I held nothing personal against them, but for the remaining minutes of the match, they were the enemy and they would be shown no mercy"
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Bianca E Semblance AOE vs Mika & Engram.
Bianca E Martial arts / E Weapon vs Mika (Or Engram if Mika is already out from the semblance attack)
That same mistake. That same mistake over and over and fucking over again! No matter how many times it had happened before, no matter how many times his ass has gotten kicked because of it. He simply doesn't fucking learn!
Why couldn't he stop underestimating his enemies?!
He had gotten a broken leg. Uncountable punches to the gut, cuts, and bruises, and now a fucking ax to the head?! When will he learn? When he's dead?
There wasn't time for that, though. Pushing the pain away from his mind, he looked over his shoulder to see if the horned Faunus had followed.
A curse left his lips when he noticed he didn't. Ah, ok, whatever. Contingencies exist for a reason. Stopping dead on his tracks, Ryan turned around while un-loading Uzi's half spent mag.
As he loaded his last, fresh mag (he wasn't expecting to fight mainly ranged so he only brought two to be lighter) he took a second to assess the situation.
With both hulking mass of men now focused on Bianca, he basically had free reign to use the tactic from which he had practiced his whole life. They may be agile, yes, but were they equally as fast?
As he readied himself to jump back into the fray, he saw something that made him rethink his strategy a little. Namely the dirt beneath both behemoths and Bianca's grin.
'Oh... so she went with that plan."
With a little smirk himself, Ryan started to feel the enhanced awareness that comes with his Semblance. Alongside the slightly burned sensation as his Aura fueled his muscles so they were able to keep up with the reflexes and speed his mind demanded.
His plan of action would be easy enough.
As soon as Bianca sprung her trap, he would dash full steam ahead against Engram, he had the most Aura after all, while firing his gun until it clicked empty.
If Mika was taken down by the Semblance attack or Bianca's spear, he would fire towards Engram. But if that wasn't the case he would shoot at Mika.
But despite that, his sword was destined to clash against Engram's Aura. After emptying Uzi's, he would discard the now useless gun and grab Aarden's with both hands.
Raising the steel sword over his left shoulder, he would plant his right foot in front of him to stop dead on his tracks as he let momentum and his own strength carry his sword in a slash against Engram's mid-section.
Whether the attack connected or not, he would quickly retreat after evading or trying to, any hit Engram may send his way.WC 440/794
Focusing on Willow was indeed one of the best choices that Bianca could make. While only slightly less bulky on the physical end when compared to his Faunus teammate, it was clear that Willow had been placed into the two man team with the intent of fulfilling an offensive role rather than a defensive one - at least, more so now that his former teammate with the sniper rifle from previous matches had chosen not to return. The large man barreled forward immediately after Bianca was knocked to the ground without giving her time to reorient herself, and only through her quick reflexes in rolling to the side as she spun up and around to recover did she narrowly miss taking the spinning mess of metal that was Willow's chainsaw bayonet to the face. The lizard Faunus was correct in assuming that Willow wouldn't use his Semblance, however, though not due to the lack of Aura as she had thought - despite his time spent at Haven prior and even longer at Shade, the man was still too easy to rile up, and let anger cloud his judgment far more than he should have. Bianca's mobility let her evade the whirring chainsaw, letting the weapon pass her by inches without ever making contact and only serving to infuriate Willow further. His swings got wilder and went wider the more she dodged, and became so telegraphed that Bianca could have easily slipped her spear in between his offense which was full of openings and shattered his Aura right there.
Instead of doing so, however, the lizard Faunus had baited her trap and waited for Engram to come in. As soon as the bull Faunus entered her range, said trap was triggered, and the Haven student sent sharpened shards of earth shooting up from the concrete ground where the remnants of her previous barrier lay. As Willow was a huge target and not particularly agile, he was caught in the full brunt of the blast and took multiple blasts of hardened earth to his body, causing his Aura to shatter into yellow shards that quickly dissipated. Engram, however, was on the outer edge of the area that Bianca had targeted and received only slight damage, taking the brunt of the attacks on his shield or having them miss him entirely.
Grunting, the bull Faunus set about clearing his way with broad strokes of his axe and seemed dead set on reaching Bianca - it was at this point, however, that Ryan came rushing in with his gun blazing. Not the most accurate of firearms, the Uzi made up for it as most sub-machine guns did, with pure rate of fire that had the magazine clicking empty within seconds of Ryan holding down the trigger. Managing to hold his weapon steady was enough to have most of the shots land on Engram from behind and steadily eat away at his Aura as shown on the screens above - and also trigger Engram's formerly demonstrated transformation Semblance, just as it had during his earlier fights with MARS and HNGE. Blood red aura immediately flared to life as the bull Faunus turned with a roar, catching the sword on his shield before it could impact his body. With the increased speed and strength afforded to him by the transformation, Engram pushed back against the blow and easily overpowered Ryan's strike with his counter shove, leaving the Haven student wide open to another counter blow, bringing his axe up to smash the other male once again-
- only for that blood red Aura to shatter into pieces just as his teammate's had just moments prior. Seizing on the distraction to lunge in with her spear, Bianca had successfully struck the big Faunus in the back while his attention had been turned to Ryan's harassment from the rear, an almost textbook pincer movement that had successfully shattered Engram's Aura before he had the chance to make use of his transformation in anything more than a cursory manner.
The axe halted mere centimeters from Ryan's face, close enough that the bespectacled man would have gone cross eyed if he tried to focus on it. Engram's muscles clearly strained with the effort, but he simply grunted and lifted the weapon back up again to rest on his back, seemingly none the more perturbed by losing the match. Willow did not seem to share his teammate's nonchalance, however, snarling angrily and kicking at the scattered remains of the earth that Bianca had used to shatter his Aura before turning his back and stomping away angrily towards the exit. The bull Faunus's face took on a momentary frown as he glanced towards his teammate, but it returned to his usual stoicness with a shrug as he looked once to Ryan, and than Bianca. "Good fight," was all he said, with a rumbling growl that sounded like rocks tumbling down a mountainside, and then a nod to both combatants before he turned and started lumbering after Willow, who by now had already made it to the edge of the starting area and was now making his way towards the exit proper.
The klaxon blared once again, and Bianca's and Ryan's faces flashed on the screens above, with the word VICTORY emblazoned in large letters above and flashing a triumphant gold. The commentators had been quiet while the skirmish had been going down so as to not distract the crowd from the actual fight taking place, but the words quickly started back up again now that it had been concluded, joined by the cheering and applause from the stands.
"And that was the final result of MRLT on MSRA, everyone! What a stunning conclusion - a masterful display of Semblance usage by Miss Sabatto, and one of combat prowess with his weapons by Mister Vas. Outstanding, truly outstanding."
"Oui, oui. Ce bastille était vraiment excellente. I cannot zay if zis was a battle plan zat was thought out beforehand, or if zis was someziing zey thought up on ze fly, but ze fact remains that that both of zem performed admirably!"
"Indeed. MSRA will move on to the next Wild Card match, and may their fight there turn out just as interesting as this one. Now, a word from one of today's sponsors - Deraine Dust Company, Steel that you can trust..."
Perhaps it was a good thing that none of the cameras had directional audio recording ranges long enough to pick up on what both Bianca and Ryan had said during the match, or public opinion might have shifted significantly against them following the match's conclusion. But for now, victory was theirs. Without their strategist Tekhelet Lake on the field to direct and control them, or their dedicated sniper Lucian Salary to take out opponents while they focused on keeping the rest of the team engaged, Mika Willow and Engram Ruskea had shown that they were not quite up to the standards of Haven Academy students just yet. In failing to take into account their opponents' strengths and fighting on even, open ground with melee focused fighting styles, their strategic choices left much to be desired, and had been rightfully exploited by Bianca and Ryan in spectacular fashion to grasp victory from what, on paper, should have been a loss. Perhaps there could have been more sportsmanship involved, but one couldn't argue with the results - and with none of the cameras tracking the match having strong enough directional audio capture to bring their words to the big screens, Bianca and Ryan were, at least for now, safe from public reproach, and victory was theirs.
Post by Bianca Sabbato on Jun 3, 2020 16:34:44 GMT -5
Anger had its uses, but all of them were rendered useless if you let it consume you and dictate all your moves in a fight... Anger is a stimulation, a fuel you can burn to gain more power, not a steering wheel you should use to direct the car.
Willow’s anger was clearly of the guiding type. As with every new thrust and slash from his weapon I had actually an easier time reading his moves and reacting accordingly, managing to hold on without taking a hit until his even beefier faunus companion reached the outer ring of my trap...
One out and one still about, my eyes trailed behind Engram for a second as I saw how Ryan had activated his semblance in the distance and now was directed like a speeding bullet towards the muscular faunus. I quickly arrested my gaze as to not give away my partner’s tactic.
The hail of bullets struck the ominous-looking man from behind, surprising him and taking his focus off me. It was then or never. I lunged towards the bull faunus just as he turned around to face Ryan, effectively sandwiching him between the two of us.
It was a simple but effective maneuver, while he was busy with my earth, Ryan managed to make his shots count, and while he was busy defending against Ryan’s sword he was defenseless against my spear.
If we could not take him head-on, the only logical course of action was to strike him from behind, of course.
As the loud alarm signaled the end of the fight the very same moment Ruskea’s aura shattered into a myriad of red pieces, I let out a deep breath and loosened my grip on both Nereida and the still readied amount of dirt that now lay scattered all around the contestants as my senses returned to me.
The unintelligible blabbering of the spectators bathed the arena in a veil of euphoria one could easily lose itself into if not threaded with utmost care. But I was not in the mood to bask in their adulation. So in my efforts to ignore the public. I was left to stand there and turn my attention to the commentators. One of them had a very pleasant voice and explained things in a precise and concise manner... I couldn’t quite understand the other most of the time but it added a nice layer of color to the mix, and her accent was kinda cute.
Why was I even thinking about those trivial things? Well, to be honest, I was a little surprised the fight was over already, so I needed something to center myself into for a couple of moments, to help me get out of the “fight or flight” state of mind and return to a more relaxed, less taxing level of alertness.
Don’t get me wrong, it had been an intense, high risk - high reward battle strategy that one way or another would have to lead us to a quick resolution of the match. That’s probably why it felt so surreal to admit that MRLT had already been eliminated and were currently making their way out of the field while Ryan and I were now scheduled for a new fight the very next day for the new round of the wildcard bracket.
Casting a glance towards our defeated opponents I could not help but linger on the blonde mountain’s attitude towards loosing... Yeah, that was exactly the kind of haze I was talking about when I referred to the public being able to get in your head... Kinda what almost happened to me during the last moments of the fight against MARS...
It was safe to say that Mika certainly looked angry (And I was sure in big part thanks to me) And the dormant earth sprawled over the battlefield was feeling the brunt of his frustration. I wanted to say something to calm him down but when I reacted he was already too far away for me to do it without having to run to catch him.
Instead, I absentmindedly mumbled a reprise to Ruskea as he began to left the field. –Thanks, you too... Hey, tell Mika I’m sorry, I didn’t actually mean anything I said, I just wanted to get in his head- Wich was probably even worse now than I was admitting it, but I tough the honorable warrior that was Engram Ruskea deserved to hear it, his defensive game had been a hard one to crack. But I had to guess the relentlessness of my attack added to Ryan's surgical precision strike managed to render even his defenses powerless to the combined onslaught.
The emotional part of me understood Mika’s resentment. Nobody liked losing, least of all in something that was supposed to be your specialty. Be it making shoes or baking bread, or in this case, fighting as a huntsman.
But the more rational side was the one putting all the objections... After all, as hunters, we were all together in this. At least I was sure I would appreciate and respect Mika’s help in the field if we ever got deployed together. Of course in any competition, some people are going to win and some people that are going to lose. But we were all huntsman at the end of the day, no one knew the hardships and expectations that were weighted against us each day every day. They only saw less than a minute of a fight and believed whatever came out of that to be an objective way to judge and compare us.
Yeah, they’d lost. But they did so while giving it their best shot and with no clutches to hold them down... Was that not enough? To be honest, if it weren’t for my circumstances I wouldn't give a flying flick about the tournament as long as I didn’t feel like I had been screwed over like in the last fight.
I mean... Did these people cheering and hollering in the stands really believe I was better than my opponents? That I was stronger than them?
Ha! Mika could probably carry up to five people with his body and take them out of a burning building with his semblance, Engram probably could hold the falling roof for enough time to allow them to escape.
Was Ruqa less of a hero for loosing against us in the previous match? Were Arno and Alice less noble? Alexandros was any less of a chad? I seriously doubted it, and I felt nothing but contempt and disgust for anyone who thought like that.
This was nothing more than a dick-measuring competition for them. They could not know better and only cared for how many victories the representatives of their kingdom could collect... I wondered if these same people would be booing at me if I had been a Shade or Atlas student.
Still, even though those thoughts plagued my mind, I had followed my orders to a T. I had come and done what was expected of me to do, so it was now my turn to report in my results, both to the faceless mooks responsible for my freedom, and to the equally faceless mass of a crowd not only watching the match from the stadium itself but from every last city and town in remnant... A.K.A. The ones that I needed to like me, even if just to make disposing of me a little more difficult to justify if push comes to shove.
Replicating my gesture from the MARS fight, I turned towards the closest camera and bowed lightly towards it, only this time, with a more confident, professional look on my face... This is the investment you made, this is how it will pay off.
“If I have to play the part, then I will. So enjoy, this victory is to all of you... and to me?”
Well... I had things that mattered more for me to care for at that moment.
-Heya Ryan! Good shit out there dude, coming down on him like a fucking eagle!- I called as I approached my overly tall companion. Fist steadily raised for him to bump as I made my way towards him.
He had played his part to perfection, any lingering resentment I could have for his lethargic reaction during the first fight was completely washed away at probably the same rate his machine-gun fire washed away Engram's aura.
We managed to take them down while surviving with more than half of our aura left. Thanks to his help, we had managed the decisive victory I had promised to myself the day before, so I figured out he could be in the mood for some positive encouragement from his temporary, hastily chosen, and half-baked team leader.
-Ops! Too slow haha!- I joked pulling my hand out the moment he was about to fist bump me... I mean, being forgiven didn’t mean he was free of teasing, of course.
The second time I raised my fist, I did it for real... After all, it did not elude me that there was a monumental difference between my emotional state between this fight and the last one. And that this change was not dependant on the result of the match or my performance on it as some may have guessed...
But that this time I had someone trustworthy to fight by my side... And to summarize things, that felt really damn nice.
-I saw a hot wings vendor on the fairgrounds. You up to it?- I was really craving them for some reason, and I had heard they were really popular among faunus...