[Nikolas Burzanov]

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heroes die with honor i'm no hero

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It was a dreary day, gray clouds aplenty in the skies above, unseen within the indoor training common room yet still felt. The weather of the world always had that strange quality to itself, no matter where a person was, they would be able to feel it in the deepest parts of their being, a primal part of the psyche that was always attuned to the moods and ways of father sky and mother earth. Gray light filtered in through the paneled oriental windows, as the sounds of flesh hitting wood echoed within the rectangular room. [break][break]


There were a couple of students within the room, all busy with their own training or actions, yet none caught the attention of an onlooker as much as the sole figure near the center of the room, a flurry of motions as he struck the training post in front of him. His jabs were as quick as the wind, knuckles rapping against the matted post with sharp sounds as he proceeded through his different scales, a kick here and there impacting with the reverb of rumbling storm clouds. His snow white hair and pale skin was a sharp contrast to the black clothes he wore, a loose top and similar pants, easy to wear and train in. As he spun around with a roundhouse back heel, his silver eyes flashed, narrowed in concentration and focus. With the kick slamming into the post, he paused, taking a few moments to catch his breath before lowering his foot and straightening up. [break][break]


Several eyes were on him as he trained, yet there was no awe or admiration on the faces of the onlookers. On the contrary, most of them looked at him with varying degrees of wariness and distaste, for it was no secret that Nikolas Burzanov was, to put it bluntly, an arrogant bastard who looked down on most of them. And that was evident in the way his eyes swept across the others in the room, dismissing them all with one visual sweep as he walked over to the sides of the room. A small bag was placed next to a massive cross-spear, and it was the bag he reached into to retrieve a bottle of water. He took a few swallows from it, a sigh erupting from him after the last swallow as he drew the bottle away from his mouth, wiping it with the back of his thumb. It was almost funny how he could exude contempt with such a simple, trivial motion, yet he managed to. [break][break]


After putting the bottle back down, he retrieved two other objects from his bag before walking over to the entrance of the building. He stepped outside, looking up at the cloudy sky with a neutral, somewhat bored expression. His gaze lasted a few seconds before he focused on lighting up a cigarette, drawing one out of the carton he had retrieved from his bag. He took a long inhale and then exhaled with a sigh, the white smoke dissipating quickly in the lightly summer scented breeze that wafted through the area. He leaned against the wall right next to the entrance of the building, in perfect position to see or be seen by anyone who would enter or exit the building, occasionally taking a drag from his cigarette. Today was going to be another boring day it seemed. [break][break]

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 620 | twc: 620 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] The training grounds was no stranger to loud noises and the sound of daily training and hardships is to be expected. While Qiu'li was still not quite permitted to participate in combat classes yet since the Administration were unsure about his health and wellness, Qiu'li felt perfectly fine, save for a couple bandages on his arms. If he simply stood idly and only observed, he would be neglecting his duties and risk becoming apathetic on his training. This was something Satotta taught him during his time spent with the monk--discipline was essential, and regular training, on top of meditation, was necessary. There were no shortcuts on the path to strength, and Qiu'li didn't plan on skimping out. He disliked indoor training. It seemed unnatural and strange to him since most of what they trained for involved combating threats that were generally outdoors. Qiu'li felt that training in a familiar environment that best mimics what real-life scenarios would entail is the optimal form of training. Besides, the outdoor training field was right next to the indoor one anyways. He respected the facilities, and treated them as they were intended for. During training, Qiu'li would use Panlong, his three-sectioned staff, instead of Longtou. A bladed weapon should be used with the intent to kill, or at least thats what Sattota taught him. Repeated strikes, thrusts, and maneuvers until his body was drenched in sweat as well as general strength training to maintain his body shape. Although it did little to increase his overall strength, it did give him a stamina boost. As he stretched his body to take a minor break, Qiu'li glanced up, putting Panlong back at his side. It was a rather bleak looking day. While the seasons have begun to warm, the weather starts to shift as well. Rain has become more frequent, grass had began to sprout in many places once more as well as the return of animals. For a moment he wondered if it was going to pour today. Either way, he would continue his training unfaltered despite the weather changes. As he was about to continue his training, Qiu'li smelled something unpleasant. Something that reminded him of a certain someone that he didn't want to remember. Tobacco Qiu'li wrinkled his nose, and looked around for the source of it. This place was not appropriate for smoking, period. Perhaps outside the Academy grounds is fine, though not in a place where learning and training is promoted. Glancing over, he noticed one individual that was standing outside the indoor training grounds. A fair-skinned man with hair white as snow stood at the entrance, taking a drag from his cigarette while leaning against the wall. While Qiu'li normally would overlook this and simply move away due to his aversion to tobacco, this was a public area intended for the purposes of training. In other words, it was a sacred place of sorts to Qiu'li, and there was no place for cigarettes, especially based on the behaviors that smokers usually had. The vast majority would simply flick it somewhere carelessly, and Qiu'li didn't stop to see what kind of person this one would be. Approaching the smoking man, Qiu'li merely gazed at him with his signature glare. Hm? The snow-haired one had eyes just like him. Harsh, abrasive, and cold. It was almost the spitting image of Qiu'li's gaze in terms of similarity. Aside from that, they were similar to height and build. Well, there was no point in glaring at him for an extended period of time. Lifting a finger, he pointed to the cigarette in his mouth and spoke up in a low voice. "Grounds for training. Not smoke. Take it elsewhere." He said curtly to him.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Rosario Rosada]

"Let's have some fun while we still can, huh honey?"

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Training…

Now that really wasn’t Rosario’s specialty. But he supposed he was bored enough that day that going to the gym, er, training facilities, actually seemed somewhat entertaining. Besides, at the gym there were naturally a lot of nice bodies to look at. He was rather lucky to be going to school were naturally everyone had to be in the fittest of shape in order to perform their careers. Doing parkour and close combat rarely allowed one to get lazy.

Ros was no different.

He yawned as he walked along, heading off to the training facility. It was a bit cool out so he had his normal white hoodie with the dark blue and pink trim. He didn’t wear his beanie, so his light pink hair was in a messy lop on his head. Stretching out his arms behind him, he was walking along and humming a tuneless melody.

He was nearly at the entrance, when he saw a familiar face.

Now he and Samurai Jack had quite a few run ins before. So he simply gave a smile and wave at the raven haired foreigner. Neon yellow eyes just slightly narrowed, but his natural smirk offset any looks of vice toward the samurai.

It seemed he was having a different kind of confrontation all his own.

White hair. Slim figure. Striking grey eyes. All the looks of a very pretty boy. Rosario licked his lips, running his hand through his own fair pink hair. He smelled the smoke in the air. Tobacco? Ah, so the the guy thought he was that cool too. Rosario didn’t mind, he himself wasn’t a smoker, but his dad tied himself to a pipe. Ros never liked his dad, but the smoker ahead of him wasn’t so bad.

Ros just laughed, giving a wave to the two young man ahead of him.

“Yo! Now boys, don’t start a fight without little ole me. C’mon Samurai, let Smokey have a smoke. If you got a problem with it, there’s a ring inside and we can settle things mano a mano!” Ros winked to Nikolas as well. Ros recognized the man as a fellow student, obviously too young to be a teacher. The pinkette slouched over just slightly, but then shrugged at his own suggestion, chuckling at bit as well. He was excited to see where this was going to end up. He had struck gold! If anything, there was some amusement to be had between two stoic, handsome, and brooding types.

And that was the kind of fun that Ros was hoping to have.

WC 429 || TWC 429
Qiu'li Nikolas Burzanov

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[Nikolas Burzanov]

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heroes die with honor i'm no hero

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Nikolas had his eyes closed as he tilted his head back, facing up at the skies and feeling the light wind dance across his skin, the taste of his familiar poison in his mouth as he exhaled smoke. However, his enjoyment of that was cut short by a disturbance. Nikolas brought his head back down and opened his eyes, turning his face just enough for his eyes to focus on the figure that approached him. Another student, this one with smoother eastern looks that was at sharp contrast with Nikolas' sharper northern looks. Just from his posture, his way of holding himself, Nikolas could see the steel underneath. This was a man who believed strongly within his own abilities. The man smoke, straight to the point and without preamble. Nikolas raised a single eyebrow as he stared back at the man, bringing his hand up and taking another long drag from his cigarette right there, before turning his face slightly away to blow smoke away. It wasn't really a disrespectful gesture at all, especially since he blew the smoke away, but it was definitely a statement that Nikolas didn't agree with Qiu'li's words. "Smoking is prohibited indoors. This is not indoors." Nikolas said simply, his voice containing the barest hint of sardonic humor, with a short pause in his speech after the word 'this'. [break][break]

Nikolas kept his eyes locked with the man, even as the man looked about to respond to Nikolas, no doubt with another rebuke, but whether he was going to or not, they were both robbed of that chance by another person who approached them with a loud, upbeat exclamation. Nikolas turned his face to look at this new person, recognizing another student, albeit this one... Well, if Nikolas thought Qiu'li was quite opposite to him, this man was just as opposite, yet in another direction completely, from both him and Qiu'li. It was like a triangle, with all three of them in three equidistant spots. This man had vibrant pink hair, a languid stance and an easy way about expressions as he spoke. Nikolas blinked. Smokey? He had also just breached the topic of having settling things with a spar.[break][break]

Nikolas' eyes took on a somewhat contemplative look as he took another drag of his dying cigarette, giving both Ros and Qiu'li a cursory inspection. They both looked capable... At least more capable than most of the other trainees. He shrugged with one shoulder, dropping the cigarette on to the dust rather than the grass, and stepping on it to put it out. "I wouldn't mind. I was getting quite bored." He said in somewhat of a drawl, his head tilting up just the slightest, implying that the spar would be a welcome distraction rather than actually engaging, his hands going to his pockets as he then turned around to see how Qiu'li would respond. [break][break]

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 370 | twc: 990 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Urgh, he wasn't wrong, but Qiu'li didn't like the fact that he would blatantly use the training grounds itself for his leisure smoking. He couldn't sense sarcaasm well, so any attempt at humor pretty much sailed over his head. Regardless, he did not take very well to him pausing to blow out a cloud of smoke. As he was ready to protest Nikolas' actions, Qiu'li was cut off by a familiar face. Ros It wasn't that he was annoyed by his appearance, far from it. The fact that he intervened and tried to change the subject suddenly while downplaying the smoking was what ticked him off slightly. Qiu'li frowned a bit as his gaze shifted between Ros and Nikolas. Huh, now he was suggesting they fought it out. That was a rather... Interesting take on how to resolve this issue. Qiu'li glanced down briefly and stared at his hand, which was now making a fist and releasing, testing out his grip strength. It hadn't been too long since he had been given the green light by the head nurse from the Infirmary, so he was a bit curious to see if he was back to speed yet. Seems like Nikolas wasn't against it either. Hmph. Although he anticipated getting back into combat training, he didn't think it would be this quick. No matter though. With a quick nod, Qiu'li stepped over to open the door to the indoor training room and headed inside, though not before glaring at Nikolas for simply littering the cigarette on the ground. Ah, it confirmed his suspicions. He was one of those people. As they entered the training room, Qiu'li looked around. Seemed like there were a few sparse students around doing their own thing, but the main ring used for matches was vacant for the time being. He took a step onto it and waited for the other two to follow. He would turn around and glance at Ros. Since he was the one who took the initiative to have a match between the three, it would be obvious that he would be the one to lay out the law. "What are rules to match, Ros?" Qiu'li asked him as he folded his arms.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Rosario Rosada]

"Let's have some fun while we still can, huh honey?"

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"I wouldn't mind. I was getting quite bored."

“What a coincidence, me too!” Smirking still, Ros laughed aloud. Neon yellow eyes were hungry for some kind of amusement, and it seemed that he didn’t have to go far in searching for it that lucky day. He playfully mocked a few punches, like a shadow boxer, but soon enough couldn’t take himself very seriously.

It seemed like Qiu’li wasn’t minding either. The straight Saumari went through the training door without so much as another word, and Ros slumped his shoulders as he didn’t get much else of an acknowledgment from the dark-haired foreigner. He sighed, waving to the white-haired smoker instead as he stood in front of the door.

“The name’s Rosario Rosada by the way! Just call me Ros and Samurai, Mr. Tall, dark and brooding, over there is Qiu’li.” Ros took on it upon himself to give introductions, since neither Qiu’li or the Smoker himself gave one. Presumably, they would all be walking in the training facility, slightly occupied by onlookers now seeing both Ros and Qiu’li had entered. While neither were particularly well-known among the study body, many could still recall the fight between them in Shadecloak’s Combat Class. It had ended with Ros winning and Qiu’li getting sent to the infirmary, apparently suspended from combat training for at least a few days afterward. Ros held no contempt for the foreigner. He also didn’t really care if Qiu’li felt anything for him.

“I suppose if we’re all going to be beating each other up, then we should know who each other is.” He shrugged again, his steps rather lax as they headed off to a small fighting arena. It was set up similar to an MMA fighting octagon, except a bit larger. It measured 20 meters across from each side, with a tall, loose standing net that reached up at least 2 meters. The arena itself was only about three feet off the ground, loosely badded all around. The net was rather flimsy but good enough to handle a body or two if it was thrown against it. The tall pylons that held the net at each corner had thick rubber and foam padding for such instances as well. Ros then lifted the net opening and took a step inside.

Qiu’li asked how the fight was supposed to go.

“Oh ho? Asking me to make the rules? Eh, how about we make it simple and sweet? It’ll be a free-for-all, three-way match! Ladies and gentleman, you’ll certainly be in for a show!” At first, Ros seemed to be addressing just the pair alone, but his voice soon raised, catching the attention of most other occupants in the training room. Ros like usual had Sakura sheathed at his right side and he casually rested his left hand on the handle, tapping his thumb to the end of the blade.

“Of course, not to the death or anything like that! Just until someone’s aura runs one, last one standing is the winner! Haha! Better place your bets now.” Ros smirked again, his voice edging with anticipation. Showmanship was generally just one of his better qualities. He turned, getting his starting spot ready in one corner of the octagon.

“And how about we start whenever the next hour begins?” Conveniently there was a clock that hung high on the wall of the training facility and it was just reading, 12:59, with just seconds to spare until the next minute.

Ros licked his lips, he couldn’t wait for the fun to begin.

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Weapon: F-Rank, Sakura no Kaze
Semblance: E-Rank, Clone
Abilities: F-Rank Swordsmanship, F-Rank Agility

WC 590 || TWC 819
Qiu'li Nikolas Burzanov

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heroes die with honor i'm no hero

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As Qiu'li walked off, Nikolas' attention shifted to Ros, who introduced himself as well as the eastern looking student. Nikolas tilted his head to the right slightly, similar to how a dog does so when it's trying to understand something, although in this case, it was more like an dismissive acknowledgement of Rosario's introductions, while also seeming somewhat bemused by his attitude. He was quite... perky.[break][break]

"I'm Nikolas." He simply said, the slight accent behind his speech pronouncing his name more like Ni-klas rather than Ni-ko-las. He said nothing to Rosario's second statement. It seemed as the pink haired individual was indeed extremely talkative. But, unlike what it would seem, Nikolas wasn't a quiet person at all. He was somewhat reserved yes, but he had a reputation for having a barbed tongue. And he didn't hold back on that, as he then raised a single eyebrow and fixed his silver eyes on the flamboyant male said, "You quite like the sound of hearing yourself speak, don't you?"[break][break]

If Rosario would answer with an affirmative to that, Nikolas would only let out a snort of derision, before saying, "I doubt anyone else shares that sentiment." If Rosario would respond to that as well with his usual air of carefree attitude, Nikolas would snort once more, although there wound be an amused curve to his lips. He liked people who could take banter.[break]
He walked back into the indoor training room, branching off from the other boys to head to his bag near the side. He grabbed his weapon, Stahlblesk, before making his way back to the ring that they would be fighting in. He took his place an equal distance away from Rosario and Qiu'li, the three of them forming somewhat of a triangular shape. Unlike how he'd normally fight, Nikolas didn't devolve into the state of combat readiness he would normally go into. There was no difference in the air to him. It was almost... relaxed, as he planted the butt of his spear into the ground and sighed, stretching his neck as he waited for the fight to begin.[break][break]

He glanced at the clock as Ros spoke about beginning, and he tensed, his eyes instantly flicking towards Qiu'li. He knew that the Qiu'li would take the first opportunity to rush, so Nikolas would give him that chance, preparing himself to move, a measure of his attention remaining directed at Ros just in case the pink haired flamingo decided to go for him too. [break][break]

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 704 | twc: 1694 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Nikolas, huh? Qiu'li would remember that name, whether he wanted to or not. The man's eyes were similar to his, which left quite an impression on him. However, there was something else about it that made him feel uneasy. Something sinister. It was like this man had lived for battle, unlike Qiu'li, who always knew to run and avoid conflict. Either way, the rules were laid out before them as they had entered the shaped ring, protected by a mesh of rope, wire and tarp. Last one standing, and it would be a three-way fight. Qiu'li glanced at the clock, watching as the second hand ticked away. Thankfully he learned how to read a clock from the textbook that Professor Shadecloak had provided him. He knew that in a scenario like this, it was a matter of taking advantage of the other while they were preoccupied. He was sure the other two were aware of this as well, and would be on guard. The first to attack would be the most vulnerable, but also have the benefit of surprising his target since they would be conflicted with either guarding against their primary target or to be wary of the third party taking advantage of the distraction. However, knowledge is part of any battle. The enemy's condition, their habits, their weapons, and their Semblances. This was taught to him by Sattota. Seeking knowledge will broaden one's horizons, and enrich them with experiences that one could apply to the battlefield. In addition, the more one knew about their opponent, the higher the advantage. That much was entirely clear. Since he knew Ros' Semblance and battle style pretty well, Qiu'li could anticipate his attacks and how to avoid them. It was Nikolas that was the unknown to him. He didn't know his Semblance, his style of fighting, nor the mechanics of his weapon. All he saw before hims was a swordspear that was roughly the length of Panlong and Longtou combined into their glaive form. As the second hand reached the last few seconds, Qiu'li drew Panlong, his ringed broadsword, and slung it over his shoulder with his right hand, causing it to clang loudly as the individual rings banged against the flat end of the sword. He took a low stance and gazed at the two of them, which were both equally distant from one another. "May best fighter win." Was all Qiu'li managed to muster before the last tick indicated the next hour. Qiu'li exploded forward in his usual rush. In a usual scenario, it would be obvious that the one that he would target would be Ros since he was the safer option. However, fighting him head on would leave him open to the unknown variable that is Nikolas, which could be disastrous if he got hit by something that he hadn't anticipated. Therefore, as he ran forward, his eyes quickly darted to Nikolas as he charged towards him. He'd need to get an idea of his ability and possibly the nature of his Semblance. With a wide swing that was too far away to even touch Nikolas, Qiu'li began winding up his sword. It was a rather heavy broadsword, and the rings on it made it even heavier. However, the synchronized clanging of the metal rings was rather distracting and was often used for both intimidation purposes and as a way for Qiu'li to pace himself. After the fifth clang, it would end up in an overhead position that would strike downward. However, instead of actually connecting with the heavy broadsword with Nikolas' swordspear, he would hurl the weapon straight... in front of Nikolas? Whether or not he intentionally threw it short of him was only something that Qiu'li would know, but the effect of it would definitely throw off someone who had never fought the raven haired one. Taking advantage of the momentary shock, Qiu'li would leap upwards and use the hilt end of Longtou as a jumping point to gain a bit more air before coming straight down at Nikolas with a dive kick. Aiming his dive kick right at Nikolas' chest, Qiu'li drew out what looked like three metal sticks that were connected by a chain from his waist sash.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E

[Rosario Rosada]

"Let's have some fun while we still can, huh honey?"

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So white-haired Smokey did have a name. Ros smiled, nodding his head with a lax attitude. “Nice ta meetcha Smokey! Y’know, maybe this is the start of a wonderful relationship?” Quoting a movie, maybe? He didn’t really know, nonetheless, it was just as true that maybe Ros didn’t intent to use the man’s real name at all. When prompted with the man’s next quetion, he only laughed again.

“It is truly a beautiful noise.” Flattering himself, he raised a hand as if in a bow. Confidence was key, and that perhaps is how Ros seemed to go through life. Fake it til you make it? It was an easy road to take. He was just there to have a good time.

With the next statement, Ros kept his smirk on his face, not at once phased by something that could have been perceived by an insult. Ros had thick skin though, and he enjoyed it when people tried to break him. “Keep talking like that Smokey and you might just learn to love it.” He winked for a good measure, tilting his head ever so slightly. A joke? Mixed with some kind of half hearted threat? He found the white-haired Nikolas ever so amusing and he wondered just how much amusement the Smoker had in him.

"May best fighter win."

And so, the fight began.

The fanfare of Ros announcing the so-called rules, the bringing the attention of the other trainees in the facility. Qiu’li was as careful as ever, and really Nikolas was expected as cautious. Ros didn’t like making the first move, either.

It was a good thing he didn’t have to, Qiu’li did that for him.

The raven-haired foreigner went off at Nikolas at the starting second. Ros grabbed his own Katana and unsheathed the blade, holding it in a normal grip with his left hand and with his other hand he held on to the base of his sheathe in a reverse grip form. The sheathe served as a guarded defense. The Samurai was going after Smokey,

Qiu’li threw his sword down at Smokey, an attempt at distraction? Well, he also jumped at him using his polearm like a vaulting stick. Ros considered his options before just nodding his head once, his eyes glowed a neon yellow.

“Don’t forget about me!” Ros jumped forward himself, swing out with his own blade. The moment Qiu’li was down with his attack on Nikolas, apparently bringing out another three part weapon of a sort? Ros swung through with a simple diagonal slash A simple read and simple move and Ros fully expected either a dodge or a guard coming from the foreigner, but he was looking forward to it. He held his own guard blade high, daring Qiu’li to retaliate back. Of course, he couldn’t forget about Smokey and his very big spear. In a three way fight, forgetting about a second enemy was an easy downfall.

“C’mon Samurai, Smokey ain’t the only one here and I really hate to be ignored.” Ros was putting himself in the middle of the action, but facing off against Qiu’li meant his back was to Nikolas. Ros only glanced back, apparently not taking his own advice of not forgetting a third enemy. Or was he?

From the beginning, Ro’s neon eyes had been glowing, marking the activation of his semblance. And it was just now decided to use it. A pink silhouette showed up behind Ros and a moment later, it solidified into a real clone. Ros forgot about engaging Qiu’li and immediately ducked out of the way of his own clone, which came down in the same diagonal slash that Ros had come at Qiu’li.

Any fight had its nuances, its own special dance, and Ros was more than ready to tango. Ros dashed low but then immediately rolled to the side in a swift motion. He stood up, watching his clone take the same strike against Qiu’li. The samurai knew his semblance and it was a very similar move from back in their original fight in combat class, perhaps Ros was just doing a call back for the some of it. Oohs and Aahs elicited from the crowd watching the acrobatics from the two, but all that was left was Nikolas to make a move.

Standing low, Ros kept light on his feet. He was curious to see the kind of dance that Smokey would do.

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Weapon: F-Rank, Sakura no Kaze
Semblance: E-Rank, Clone
Abilities: F-Rank Swordsmanship, F-Rank Agility

WC 736 || TWC 1,555
Qiu'li Nikolas Burzanov

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Qiu'li Rosario Rosada

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heroes die with honor i'm no hero

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As expected, Qiu'li rushed forwards as soon as the figurative trumpets blared. Nikolas only stood in the unassuming stance he had taken, watching as Qiu'li approached him. Qiu'li moved in the way that someone who had prior combat experience did, a measure of planning behind each move, formed on the go. And, just like him, Nikolas had the same thought processes, also hardened from combat experience. Fighting Grimm was chaotic and brutal, distraction would get you killed. It took only a split second for Nikolas to discern the ringing noise caused by Qiu'li's broadsword, deducing that it was to distract him. It was clever, and Nikolas employed the same tactic at times, but visually rather than aurally. His clothing was usually shades of black and white, with the occasional red. The red caught the eye during combat, forcing attention away from the weapon closing in from the other side. [break][break]

He found himself approving of Qiu'li's weapon, watching as Qiu'li winded up his weapon, bringing it up, as Nikolas held his relaxed posture, tensing for movement when... Qiu'li threw his weapon? Nikolas erupted into motion, revealing that the relaxed stance had indeed been a ruse. It allowed him to instantly twist and sidestep, bringing Stahlblesk up, spinning, to deflect the oncoming projectile. But he didn't need to as the sword impaled itself into the ground in front of Nikolas. A distraction?[break][break]

His eyes shot back to Qiu'li, who was now up in the air, coming down with a divekick aimed at Nikolas. At the same time, movement flickered to the side, as he saw Ros springing into motion as well, aiming for Qiu'li. It took only a moment for Nikolas to decide that Rosario wasn't aiming for him, and he hoped he wasn't wrong as he shifted his full attention to Qiu'li for now. Nik's spear was still in mid spin from the earlier attempt at deflection, so it wasn't difficult for him to stop the spin so that the blade was aimed directly at Qiu'li. Qiu'li had walked into Nikolas' trap. This was the reason why Nikolas had waited for someone else to move first. A spear was one of the deadliest weapons to counter a charging opponent with, usually cavalry, third only to the pike and the halberd. And now, he had his spear aimed right at Qiu'li as the man fell towards him, betrayed by his own gravity and momentum. His Nikolas' spear obviously outranged Qiu'li's leg, so the spear would hit Qiu'li before his leg hit Nik. Nik didn't move, he would allow himself to take the kick on his left shoulder if Qiu'li was suicidal enough to take the crossblade to the chest.[break][break]

He was sure Qiu'li wouldn't. He'd probably shift his leg so he could kick off the tip of Stahlblesk instead. Or maybe he had a semblance which would allow him to circumvent that defence. Which was why Nikolas' finger was on the trigger of Stahlblesk, right above the lower grip. His eyes flashed a silent 'Gotcha' at Qiu'li, as he pulled the trigger. A high calibre shot exploded out of the barrel embedded within the tiny gap running down the spine of Stahlblesk's blade, the cracking sound of the report almost like thunder as it split through the air, the recoil rocking Stahlblesk back an inch as Nikolas' arms strained to hold it, the bullet going straight for Qiu'li's chest. The ranged capabilities of Stahlblesk was mediocre at best, mainly because of it's piss poor accuracy. However, at close range, it was deadly. Out of the corner of his periphery, he saw... Two Rosarios? But neither of them looked like they were attacking Nikolas, so he felt like he had made the right decision.[break][break]

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[Qiu'li]

[attr="class","popqiu"] ❝May the crimson leaves show me the path I must follow.❞ wc: 650 | twc: 2344 Qiu'li

[attr="class","qiutext"] Ah. Looks like Qiu'li had draw the short end of the stick and was subject to attacks from both parties. Great. Well, it wasn't the first time that he ended up being outnumbered in a fight. It was fairly common growing up. In most cases, running was the preferable alternative, however in a situation like this, it really wasn't possible. Therefore, he would have to rely on his next best weapon: adaptability. With a fierce snap, his three-section staff, Panlong, aligned into a single, seamless two-meter long staff. As he leapt from his embedded sword and readied his weapon for a follow-up attack, Qiu'li noticed Ros out of the corner of his eye as he prepared to perform his dropkick on Nikolas. He began his initial attack to take advantage of his distraction, though he saw Ros' eyes glow that same color during the earlier match. He was going to use his Semblance to follow up his attack on him, except he knew what to expect this time around. Twirling the staff, he extended it right in front of him at a diagonal angle and thrust it... right behind him? From Nikolas' point of view, it probably looked like Qiu'li had momentarily paused right before his foot made contact with the tip of Nikolas' swordspear, throwing off any sense of potential timing that he had planned. However, from below, it appeared that Qiu'li had jammed his staff into his sword from the hilt end and allowed him to momentarily suspended himself in the air. During that time, Qiu'li curled up briefly on the staff and spun himself clockwise to avoid Ros' initial attack and allow him to strike his staff. As he made his first rotation on the staff, Qiu'li would uncurl and perform a high, wide arc kick at Nikolas once more, though as Qiu'li turned to face the white haired man, his eyes shifted down to his hands. That was a strange way of holding a spear. Unless... There was a second feature to the swordspear! Instead of kicking the spear itself, he readjusted his trajectory and kicked the staff itself with the end of his foot in the direction where... the clone had suddenly materialized after Ros had ducked. BANG Holy shit. The swordspear is a rifle. Being in such close proximity, his ears rang a bit after the initial shot and he was taken aback briefly by the shock and surprise, though from the impact and spread of the projectiles, it seemed relatively inaccurate from long ranges. Though ranges didn't really matter when you were up this close. However, since it seemed like it came from the end of the swordspear, that meant that Qiu'li had to fight within range of it and prevent him from being able to maintain distance. Or, he could try and play it dangerously by going at him toe-to-toe with his glaive and ensure that he wasn't in direct line of sight. The only problem was Ros, who was now in a position where he could easily attack either of the two. Though he knew that a cheap attack like that wouldn't work on Qiu'li twice, and now that his weapon was in glaive form, he had the length advantage over the pink-haired opportunist, meaning he'd have to be more cautious about his attacks. Though for now, it was a matter of getting more information about the unknown variable, since he had yet to see what his Semblance was. As he landed after his kick, Qiu'li pulled the glaive out from the ground in a upward swing motion at Nikolas. His sweep kick should have knocked him off balance momentarily, coupled with the powerful gunshot would be a perfect opportunity since that amount of force would cause a significant amount of recoil, therefore he would take advantage of it with his follow-up upswing aimed at the right side of his chest.

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Fènnù (+Strength +Agility +Projectile Sword Beam) | Rank E
Lóngtóu and Panlong | Rank F
Falling Ashes (Leap) | Rank F
Weapon Proficiency I (Martial Arts) | Rank F
Resilience of the Crimson Oaks I (Durability) | Rank F
Dance of the Wild Winds II (Acrobatics) | Rank E