[Brigit Akane]

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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. The sunspots clouding Brigits vision finally faded to a tolerable level as she felt an impact in one of her arms, she’d scored a hit on her opponent and a quick glance towards him showed that it was a pretty solid one too, his aura flaring purple around the spot she had struck. She also felt a solid thunk run down the wires of her grapples as they made contact. She knew she was standing still, and she could see Arrats aiming his rifle at her and pulling the trigger but her instinct honed over years of climbing and practice was to activate the retraction on the wires immediately. Depending on who was heavier, one of the two of them would be tugged quite aggressively forwards even as the shot from Arrats made a solid impact on her chest, flaring that spotted red flame that was her aura once more. Thankfully, with the protection given by her aura, the bullet did little to slow her down. It wasn’t forceful enough to push her back or change her angle, and it certainly wasn’t enough to stop her from holding her arms out to slash at Arrats when she was pulled to him or visa versa. It was an easy strike to make, her target wouldn’t be able to run right away, the grapples would retract into her legs a moment or two after impact - more than enough time for her to get a hit in, unless Arrats had some other plan up his sleeve. (Word Count)⏤ 253/4290 (Aura)⏤ 34% Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Arrats Calanthe]

Arrats didn’t know what to think considering what had just occurred. He was being pulled forward by grapples Brigit had shot at him. It wasn’t exactly what he was expecting but he was quite sure he’d be mauled if and when he made close enough contact for it. So as one last ditch effort he readied his sword. If she was going to pull him in, well he’d make damn sure she’d receive a powerful thrust attack before he finally fell to Brigit’s deadly attacks. His sword was going to hit her as he drew in but other than that he was mostly resigned. Likely there was no way out from this unless he attempted to blind her but that wouldn’t matter much in close combat. He could most certainly try though. Readying his sword back into Khalt stance he let his hand drop loosely and the light began to dim around him, being absorbed into his hand. This was a last ditch measure. If somehow he could blind her directly and then hit her with one more powerful attack surely he’d win...right?

(184/5249)

[Brigit Akane]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. Her vision finally fully cleared, the sunspots gone, and the first sight Brigit was treated to was one of the other student being pulled towards her by her grapples and readying his weapon for a thrusting attack. At least he was smart enough to take advantage of the close range she would be giving him, but unfortunately he wasn’t smart enough to have checked what her semblance was prior to the fight. Arrats was pulled swiftly into extremely close range with Brigit, and before she could get an attack off with her weaponised limbs, the superior reach of having an actual blade extending from one's hand gave Arrat’s an easy hit to Brigit’s chest - just as she wanted. Her aura crackled as the blade made contact, very nearly shattering as she was brought down to the last legs of her aura’s durability. Then her semblance activated. Brigit, and by extension Arrats, was suddenly enveloped in a ball of aura that strongly resembled raging flames from which her semblance found its name in mythology. The cracks, once so visible and numerous, seemed to melt away beneath the light from her semblance. A second later it was done, and the light exploded outwards rather violently - though without enough real brightness to cause loss of vision for her opponent - and Brigit was revealed with massive wings of flame extending from her back as she giggled like a woman gone mad. Arrats, by now, was within her range to strike back at him for the first time in the battle. Even if he blinded her again, the sheer proximity of the two gave her a pretty solid likelihood of hitting him, and so she began to swing her arms in devastating arcs and do much the same with her legs in alternating kicks as her grapples retracted back to their housings in her thighs and allowed Arrats freedom of movement once more. Each of her attacks were much more forceful than they had been before, now backed up by strength easily two times what Brigit had possessed before her semblance had activated. This was the thrill Brigit lived for, the adrenaline rush that came to her when her semblance was activated and her muscles were filled and empowered and her tiredness seemed to wash away. It was like a drug, and one that Brigit was fully addicted to - something that may have been obvious by her manic laughter and the extreme dilation of her pupils as sensation flooded her mechanical limbs. For a moment, a wonderful fleeting moment, Brigit felt she had her own arms and legs back. (Word Count)⏤ 434/4724 (Aura)⏤ 34% Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Arrats Calanthe]

That wasn’t to plan. That really really wasn’t to plan. Arrats didn’t know what her semblance was but he supposed at the time he’d be able to win even without that knowledge but that arrogance was to be his downfall. He didn’t know. He couldn’t have known. That fiery ball of light that engulfed the both of them was a product of the semblance he hadn’t inquired about and it engulfed his opponent with renewed energy. It was terrifying to behold. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes the flames coalesced into wings and the woman he had surely thought cornered and beaten stood taller than he ever could, cackling away. She’d planned this. She had. Brigit has played him like a fiddle. It made him almost drop the neutral expression to one of Shock and horror. His smile dropped and replaced by grim determination. He couldn’t dodge her next blows. The arms couldn’t be parried that easily and his sword couldn’t be lifted in time. It was almost inevitable that he’d be falling here. A blow hit him square in the chest and another hit him in his legs. He fell to his knees and a gasp left his mouth. He coughed and blood left him. His aura was on its last legs. One more strike and he’d fall. He was so close to defeat, so close to conceding. His sword almost fell limp. Quietly, he stood back up. It’d only take one more hit to finish his aura
With a slight cough he got back into his stance, the blade he held in a more traditional stance. It’s point facing towards Brigit. He’d fight until his last bit of aura ebbed.
“Come...on then”
His last, defiant sentence. An aggressive last stand. His sister would have liked that, maybe he could tell her of this someday. He let his right hand hang even though he couldn’t gather any light any more. His aura was on its last legs and absorbing any light would finish him off. The best he could do was fight. He only hoped that Brigit couldn’t get him sent off the school because of his loss. How would he face his father then? He already felt unloved by the resigned artist but failing here would mean ultimate disgrace. So if he were to lose he’d give it his all. Even that would not be enough but he’d still try his damndest. His face twisted into a grim mask of anger, shock and defiance. He’d make her pay until he finally was struck. Every single missed strike she’d pay for. Every last mistake would be a painful reminder that even a wasp without its wings could sting.

(451/5699)

[Brigit Akane]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. Some of her wild strikes made contact, or at least a fleeting part of Brigit was able to recognize that her limbs met resistance a few times and she had to re-adjust herself in order to continue her barrage. But for the most part, she was consumed by pure adrenaline pumping through her limbs and flooding her senses. That and the temporary joy of feeling her flesh and blood limbs had returned. Through the fog, Brigit could see her opponent was struggling and his aura was nearly out with how much it seemed to have drained. She was beating him, there was no way he could stand up to her now that he's been dumb enough to activate her semblance. He was brave, she could give him that. He stood up, spouting off some suicidal words of confidence to convince himself to keep fighting and for that she at least found a small reason not to totally hate him. But, still, he had to be beaten. He had to lose and realise just how out of his depth he was in an academy for hunters. Perhaps he would give up and leave, save both himself and anyone he would endanger the trouble of his presence here. Not that any of that really mattered. What was important was Brigit winning. The now fiery winged cyborg charged forwards once again, arms swinging in a deadly X towards her opponent as she moved. She knew she could take one more hit from Arrats and still have her aura intact, but even if that weren't he case she would still have charged just as recklessly. If her aura was shattered then so be it, it was worth the rush of the charge. (Word Count)⏤ 288/5012(Aura)⏤ 100% Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Arrats Calanthe]

Arrats was tired. So tired, there wasn’t much he could do to protect his wounded frame from one last blow. Still, he lifted his sword to intercept the blow. It wasn’t enough. How could it be. The force of sheer recklessness that was Brigit would be enough to barrel over his defences. He wouldn’t yield however. Not even now. When he was on his last legs and struggling even to stand. He couldn’t give it up. Not when he had his Sister cheering him on. She wanted him to win, at least that’s what he believed she be saying to him right now. Of course, he couldn’t her semblance had completely tipped the scales in her favour. It was fairly inevitable this next strike would completely knock his aura out. Even so, this fight had been fun and he had hopefully repaired what was certainly a bad introduction. His sword couldn’t stop the attack Brigit made, being knocked from his hands as he was sent to the ground, pummeled into a state of submission. The last of his aura drained even as he fell to one knee. He had to concede at that point there was no point in continuing it, he’d simply end up actually injured. With an injured and pained sounding cough he raised a hand in surrender. He was done and he wasn’t one to risk himself when not necessary. If he kept on well he was likely to actually injure himself doing so and given Brigit’s new found strength well, it was only a matter of time until he’d be seriously hurt. Giving up now was the only really safe option.
“I-I concede”
Arrats’ words were pained and almost sad. He had repaired any opinion on him that was unflattering but really he didn’t know if he’d even done that. This might have all been for naught and that scared him far more than the losing did.
(321/ 6020)

[Brigit Akane]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. It took longer than Arrats probably would have liked for Brigit to pull herself away from the flurry of blows she was unleashing at him. She didn't even realize he had conceded at first, she just thought he wanted to use his arm to block the attacks coming towards him. Brigit hadn't even realised his aura was broken, or extremely close to being so. It was all secondary information behind the feeling flooding her limbs and the excitement in her mind. It was meer moments before Brigit would have made contact and likely severely wounded the kid on the ground in front of her that she stopped herself, those deadly blades arms coming to a stop. She backed away, head tilting in confusion as the wings on her back began to burn away and fade into ashes that vanished on the wind. Why had he stopped? What was the point of only fighting until your aura broke? Coward. Brigit stepped away as the blades in her arms and legs retracted back to their proper housing, her expression one of complete disappointment shifting towards sadness. The adrenaline was leaving, her limbs realized the fight was over and weren't receiving the sensation any more. Brigit became cripplingly aware all the sudden of the noise her metal arms and legs made whenever she moved, how she couldn't really feel them and that her real limbs had long since been separated from her. It was a withdrawal that she was used to at least, something that happened each and every time she found a rush and the reason she continued to search for more and greater risks whenever she could. Brigit frowned down at Arrats. Part of her, the reasonable part that had been fully suppressed during the fight, finally resurfaced coherently enough for her to realise how close she had been to killing the kid, all it would have taken was one or two more flurries and he'd been gone. She wasn't sorry, not for the possibly injury to her opponent anyways. She was however concerned at how much control she had lost. It was a small concern, swiftly dispelled by memories of just how good it had felt. ”You lost. Disappointing but expected. Train more. My deal will stand, if you ever win a fight against me I will allow you to sketch my limbs. Try not to die before then.” She spoke in an odd, disconnected way, her voice almost monotone and all smiles that could be heard in it before having faded in the face of her introspection. (Word Count)⏤ 428/5440 (Aura)⏤ 100% Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Arrats Calanthe]

Standing up shakily Arrats grimaced. Too close to losing there, too close to being injured. He didn’t want that for him. Being so injured wouldn’t do him well and seeing what Brigit was like he imagined even if he kept going he’d be in for some serious hurt. They were sparring sure but that didn’t stop him from looking a little bit nervous even as he stood up and rolled his shoulders, attempting to regain a little bit of feeling in his dead tired arms. They seemed numb and even after rolling his shoulders to jolt his arms into movement he could feel the sluggishness of them. Slowly and with a good deal of effort he clasped his hands together. He didn’t often do that it was something he’d learnt to do to refocus after combat. The clasping of his arms reminded him of where he was and got him out of the state of combat high he usually rode in silence. It was something he did a lot during combat school when he had the opportunity. If not sparring with Ochre then he was trying to relax or calm down from all of the combat he had to do as part of trials. It wasn’t something he did often anymore, he hadn’t felt the need for it. Now though, his arms were tired and his heart was punching itself out of its chest. He needed a moment to relax and clasping his hands together helped with that. Another of his oddities he supposed. With a slight groan he realised he could feel the numbing disappear in his hands. Good. He didn’t find the dead feeling all that pleasant. When Brigit mentioned her offer still standing Arrats smiled. Not in the same sort of pleasant monotone facade that he sometimes used when in situations he found very uncomfortable. It was a pleasant smile. Something used with friends and acquaintances. Something more warm. Even though Arrats was still weak and a little bit shocked he extended a hand to Brigit.
“I suppose then we’ll have to associate until I do best you in combat then, won’t we?”
It was his odd way of proposing a friendship. He only really had one and they didn’t keep in contact much. Admittedly they had a rocky start but he was confident that now they could forge an unbreakable bond! As his sister might say, they were becoming. “pals” Such an odd word pal. It sounded like pail or paladin. It was meant to denote the acknowledgment of friends. How casual. Still the word made more sense than his wordy sentence. Realising that he sounded rather odd he looked away for a second to compose his thoughts before asking again.
“What I mean to say is- and admittedly I believe that you may not even wish for the outcome I’m trying to propose- That I would like to be your friend if that is acceptable.”
(490/ 6510

[Brigit Akane]

[attr="class","Im"]

[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]Hey young blood, doesn't it feel like our time is running out [attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I'm going to change you like a remix and then raise you like a phoenix. The idiot wanted to be friends. He actually thought after what had happened thus far that there was any chance of them being anything other than… enemies felt too strong of a word for someone as disappointing as he had been. Sparring partners, perhaps. It was enough to bring a smile back to get face, but a smile of contempt rather than acceptance of the suggested friendship. It was all she could do to not slap his hand down for even suggesting such a thing, but even for Brigit that felt like it would be a bit much. She shook her head, a small chuckle escaping as she considered the ridiculousness of the suggestion. "No, I don't think we will do that. I don't make friends with kids, especially kids that surrender. Talk to me when you have some hair on your chest and a bit more bravery than your namesake, rat boy. I'll fight you again, yeah, but that don't make us friends." She spared one final glance at the offered hand before scoffing and turning to leave. She wasn't tired, such was the benefit of her semblance, and thus headed straight towards the gym and more specifically the climbing wall. She had some energy to burn. (Word Count)⏤ 208/5648(Aura)⏤ 34% Semblance E, Weapon F, Speed F, Martial arts F, Durability F, Ranged Accuracy F

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[Arrats Calanthe]

It was certainly something he’d expected given how she’d acted but Arrats could not hope that somehow, someway she’d turn around and give him a genuine smile. Unfortunately that was not to be. She scoffed at him and gave him a smile that spoke of contempt and slight arrogance. At least that’s what he’d seen in it. Still. The words stung. He was no rat. He was no coward. His heart as much as it was stone to insults such as those he couldn’t help but feel that he had expected better from Haven’s occupants. Then again. Perhaps his hopes were too idealistic. Arrats grimaced at the thought. Though his grimace soon turned to a smile as something occurred to him.
“She said she’d fight me again.”
Brigit had turned to leave and Arrats’ words were quiet. Slightly murmured but still hopeful. If she’d fight him again he might win. And if he won well maybe he’d earn some respect. Then he could change things. Make Brigit an ally instead of a contemptuous sparring partner. That thought gave him some quiet hope and he grinned to himself even amidst the dismaying thoughts he’d had just moments before. It was strange, even to him that his thoughts could take such a sudden turn.

Still wincing from the attacks but with a hopeful jump to his steps Arrats turned to leave as well but before he went he announced something he was sure Brigit could hear.
“Well then I suppose this Rat will simply have to beat you next time then.”
(259/6769)

[Wolfe]

XP Distribution:

Arrats: 67

1 + 67 = 68

Brigit: 56

38 + 56 = 94