Intresting much ? {Wolf}

[rei]

Hmm, this would be a tricky
one... She backflipped away
from her opponent. Right
now, they were learning how
to handle different types of
opponents. Her opponent
was using light of course.
She narrowed her eyes and
took in a deep breath

Here she comes

She charged top speed, nimbly
flipping over her opponent's
shoulder and aimed a blow
to his back. He threw himself
forward as her strike hit air.
She crouched trying to think
up a strategy. Everyone had
a dominant side they fought
with right ? Maybe if she
affected that side, he'd have to
use his other, and she'd gain the
advantage.

She was so lost in her strategy
she didn't even notice him
attack until she felt the kick to her
stomach and her flying through
the air. She hit the wall and quickly
recovered, tackling him and flipping
him harshly on his back, ending
the match as she put her foot on his
neck.

She didn't bother pointing out the
obvious . He knew he lost. She sat on
the bench and took a sip of water.
That had been interesting...

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll cracked the door open, taking a peek at the fighting children in the huge cavelike room of the cathedral styled castle. He had been bouncing around classes, obviously. He'd been doing it since he got here a few days ago. And why not? He did have core courses he was taking, but they were so tediously easy that he usually taped them and completed the assignments in his free time. He did not like listening to the dusty old professors speak anyways. He knew all the material. He'd been fairly bored as a child, and often his youth would be swallowed in a mass of books. He knew many of them, and after stories began to bore him, he had begun to read textbooks. They were more attention consuming for him. He had almost needed to stop reading them all the way through when his tastes for reading had reached that point.

Ah, good times...

Le Cyll leaned on the door, causing it to groan open. He then stepped inside, quickly closing the door and leaning against the side of the wall where he'd entered.

He did not need to participate yet, but it would be at least interesting to watch. A girl had just felled an older male, and was now awaiting a new challenger. Le Cyll yawned boredly, waiting to see what would happen.

Perhaps this was something to do in the daytimes... Other than roam the school grounds, of course.
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[rei]

She had been standing there for a few minutes,
and was starting to get slightly irritated. Did
no one want to fight her ? Seriously she didn't
bite or anything... She was a pheonix not a
freaking panther ! Finally another about her
age stepped up, more like was shoved by
her snickering friends, to fight her.

She looked scared, but got ready to fight
anyway. Rei flexed her hands and decided
to make the first move. A good offense
was indeed a good defense. If you were
constantly attacking, they couldn't
attack you very well now could they ?

It was a simple attack really, she
charged the girl fist ready and the girl
blocked. At least she could block well.
Rei acted like she was going to use her
other fist but swung her foot in a swift
roundhouse kick sending the other girl
flying. Her friends caught her and threw
her back and she seemed to decide magic
was a better tactic.

A whip-like tendril of water was sent
towards her and she was forced to flip
and turn out of the way. She certainly
got a few slashes and sent back a few
times. This would, of course, get
her nowhere.

Then, she noticed that her opponent
was located in a rather shadowy
portion of the room. It was her turn
for magic now. She saw the girl slump
in disappointment and she walked away
once again not bothering to rub it in.
She'd get free eventually.

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll obsessively smoothed the wrinkles from his shirt, making it perfectly straight and unblemished. He hadn't been paying too much attention to the fighting, but he'd grasped that the first girl had won again, and no one was willing to fight her. What a shame. Le Cyll made sure his shirt was perfectly straight, then looked up. Everyone else seemed so afraid of the little girl. She must be relatively good, considering.

Sighing, he wondered if he should just leave. He did not want to bore himself too much, becasue then the contemplation set in, and with that the memories started to pile.

Le Cyll was not a memory person. He preferred to think in the future and present, not the past. Perhaps because his was so agonizing?

He snapped himself out of it. There he went. Thinking again. That was a fairly good sign of boredom, and he did not want to be bored...

"Hey! You!"

Le Cyll looked over at the coach of this particular class. He motioned for the Kludde to come over, and tilting his head to the side, he did.

"You here for the class?" The teacher asked. He was looking at the girl now, hintng that she needed someone to fight.

"I couldn't." The Kludde replied, forcing a shy note into his voice. "I'm not very good..."

In truth, he was an excellent fighter. Too good for any of these little children. He did not want to fight them, not because it was too easy or such, but because he knew when he fought, he would fight to win.

The prize was the opponent's body. He tended to get carried away most of the time. Doubting his self control in the matter, he did not want to cause any interesting scenes, fin though they may be to cause.

"You'll do fine!" The coach was persistent. "She's a little girl and you're a big tough guy! I just need someone to face her off before we rotate her out for the period, okay?"

"No really. I can't-"

"Good then!" The coach shoved him into the ring, and he gave himself a moment to keep from falling over. Looking at the girl, he remained uneasily impassive.

Passivity. That was the key.
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[rei]

She looked at her next opponent,
raising an eyebrow slightly. Not that
she was doubting her abilities or
anything, but he looked pretty tough.
Hmm, maybe this fight would be more
interesting. She tightened the bandages
on her hands not bothering to look
afraid. After all, this was fighting class.

Tactical Advantage was basically
a fancy word for fighting class.

She got into her fighting position
quickly and waited for him to
get ready. If he thought she
would back down he was dead
wrong. She would fight until
the match was called, simple as
that. She wouldn't show pain
either, if she could help it.

Now all she had to do was wait.

[ωΘĿƒ]

Le Cyll stared at the girl, not making any attempt to get ready.

He did not want to be ready. That would be rather bad. For him slightly, but for her more so. He had gathered that in this class, you were allowed to basically do whatever you liked, as long as you won in the end.

That... was also bad. Le Cyll shifted slightly, feeling all the wonderful little knives in his jacket shift with him. He would not use them. He would not. He tried to tell himself this, but he knew it was so very fun. Why shouldn't he? She was just a little girl. He wouldn't get too carried away, would he?

No. He would not prepare himself. He would not use his weapons. He would not change his shape. He would remain in his human form and he would be defensive against this girl, not offensive. He did not need the instinctual response of a struggle to the death to come into play. That was not the goal here...

Vaguely, he could smell the girl. He smelled fear on her. Not much, but it was there. She was a phoenix, no doubt she used her powerful ambitions to her advantage here. He wondered if-

No. Stand down. Do not analyze. Do not attack.

Just let the quiet engulf you... Just remain calm...

Le Cyll waited for the girl to be ready. Calmly.
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[rei]

She narrowed her eyes at her
newest opponent, wondering
why he hadn't made his move.
She had offered him the first
move, but he supposed he was
a defensive fighter instead.

Hmph, this was her chance.

He seemed to be thinking
about something, but she
was wondering if it was just
an attempt to fool her. Well,
whatever the case, it her
turn to move she ran at him,
quickly closing the distance
between them she aimed a
strong punch to his face and
quickly backflipped away before
swiftly performing a roundhouse
kick and then gracefully dropped
to a dropkick. She swung her
leg with surprising force,enough
to create a large bruise if it
hit, letting the adrenaline take over.
She then skidded away to see if
she had done any damage.
Thankfully already planning her
next move.

[ωΘĿƒ]

As the girl approached, she gained speed quickly - more quickly than he expected. Still, he was much faster than her. He could already tell. Sliding easily out of the way, he carefully avoided each move she made. She used the pivoting motion of her swings to create more power, and that was not a good thing for him. He did not take hits as well as he really should, and at times something like that could get annoying. Not here though. He took his time, and he saw her movements leading up to the inevitable strike. He was able to avoid all of them, weaving in and out of her range of reach as he did so.

He kept his hands at his side, and as he dodged, they itched at his jacket compulsively. He would have used his knives, but he would not. He used a fair amount of his attention to focus on not doing anything aggressive. It cut down on his reaction time, of course, but that did not seem to be a problem right now.

After her barrage of attacks was done, he stood hesitantly on the edge of the ring. He had allowed himself to take a few notes on her fighting style, and after a moment he concluded one thing: As long as she did not speed up, he would be able to dodge her.
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[rei]

She snarled as he seemed to
dodge everything she threw at him.
She didn't like losing. It was fact, and
this simply fueled her agression.
Hmm, she'd have to speed up if she
wanted any chance of catching him.
This time, she charged without warning
sending punches and kicks left and
right, her anger needed to be
released, and if he made one mistake,
it would be his body taking the beating.

All she heard was her heartbeat and the
sound of the air rushing past her as she
flipped over him her hands being surrounded
by the typical aura of her darkness. She
was taking this seriously now. She didn't
like to reveal her advantage of darkness.
She aimed her attacks to bruise and crush,
not slice. If blood was drawn, she'd have to
carried out of here kicking and screaming.

Not to mention it was one of her triggers...

So she developed her fighting technique
to do internal damage rather than external.
She kept the darkness around her hands,
it strengthening her blows. If she needed,
she could add more. She supposed he
couldn't keep dodging the entire fight.
What would be the fun in that ?

She just hoped he wasn't a light user...

[ωΘĿƒ]

The new barrage caught him completely off guard. She was angry now, and he had not seen it, because he had not analyzed her like he should have done. Now, he was facing the consequences.

He couldn't help but think this was all due to his lack of self control somehow...

Dodging, taking evasive maneuvers to far past the point he'd hoped, he could only rely on instinct to salvage the situation now. He was using instinct, not that beautiful flawless control he wanted. It was less safe, but extremely better at handling these things. Still, this girl was persistent, and as maneuverable as he was, he was also trying to hold that little sensation of fighting back. He was stifling his instinct while he was using it. That... never turned out well for him.

And just like that, he was not dancing around the fighting floor. He was hurtling backwards, a sharp, sweet stinging in his side. He hit the floor hard, painfully, not at all like what he had expected. He was lost now, he had lost his balance, and that posed a serious threat to him.

There was an enemy.
They were coming closer.
He needed to defend himself.

When the girl came too close, he used his leg to try and trip her. There was a small slit of silver as he gripped one of his beautiful hunting knives, the grip crackling in anticipation.

When she hit the ground, he would see what color her phoenix blood was...
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[rei]

She smirked in satisfaction
as he was sent tumbling to
the floor. So, speed was the
key to fighting this opponent.

She landed in a crouch, before
rushing him again. If only she
had seen his foot fly out.
She probably would have if
she hadn't been so blinded
by her rage.

Being a pheonix was a double-
edged sword.

Impulse and need not only
gained victories, but made
it all the worse with defeat.
She was sent flying and hit
the ground harder than he
had, a loud crack was heard
and pain jabbed in her chest
and she surpressed the cry
of pain she was tempted to
let out.

She would never give that satisfaction.

She tightened her jaw as she got
up, this time staying in a crouch.
A dark scowl on her lips.

[ωΘĿƒ]

Hearing the crack was enough to tip him over the oh so precarious edge. He was free now. Free to do what he pleased, and this little girl would not be as he was at this very moment.

He got up, quickly, easily, watching her rise as well.

Le Cyll was fast. Uncannily so. He was just holding back, was all. Just for this little girl. Didn't she feel special? Now though, he wasn't going to hold all that potential back. He would have something done about this mess.

He was up before she was, and took advantage of that immediately. Slicing his hunting knife across her back, he tried for a nice, long slit. That would reduce some of the pesky maneuverability she liked to use so much. She'd have a bit of a problem moving with that gash.
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[rei]

She felt the hunting knife slicing her
skin and she knew she was in trouble.
To try and avoid more damage, she jumped
into the air sending her foot hopefully
into his face, then brought it down savagely
onto where his shoulder had been.
Then, she landed in a roll,
feeling the blood cascading down her back.

She snarled, darkness enveloping her hands
as she lunged for him, aiming attacks at his
injured side and neck. She loaded up her fist
with a large amount of darkness and aimed it
for his chest. If that attack even grazed him
it would break a bone or two. He would
pay for the pain she was feeling.

As she continiued to move, her gash was
widening rapidly. She ignored it. Although
she longed to feel blood on her hands, it
wasn't to be hers. The longing for blood
flashed in her eyes as she launched another
punch to his side.

Blood looked beautiful on white...

[ωΘĿƒ]

Quiet. The peaceful, eternal bliss of silence. That is what he heard now, the hollow sound inside his head.

There was no more conflict, no more stifling of the instinctual aspects of this fight. There was only the complete, dogmatic certainty that this was a duel to the death, and nothing less.

It was about damn time, really. He had been waiting for another good fight...

Le Cyll took a wide step to the side, dodging the girl's frantic attempts to hit him. He stabilized, and as she rushed by missing him, he grabbed at her hair, knife in hand.

There was a nice little hook on the end of his knife, the kind that was used in skinning animals. He did not actually want to skin her, but that little hook was very good for puncturing. If he did in fact manage to catch her, he was sure he could at the very least break a collarbone.

Like clipping the wings off a bird, he thought to himself.

[rei]

She bit her lip until it
drew blood as she
felt the hook crack
her collarbone if not
more.

She felt her darkness
immediately surge towards
the knife, attempting to make
him abandon it. She cursed
the fact that she had long
hair as he held her down
with it. She wondered if
he had more of those
hunting knives.

Her hand grabbed his shirt
where the last one had come
from and saw a glinting.
She smirked and grabbed
the knife hidden in his pocket
and sliced through her hair
that he was holding onto,
and hopefully his hand in
the process.

She flipped away, slipping
his knife in the bandages that
were wrapped in her thigh.
Good luck getting that back,
she thought getting back into
her stance. This would probably
be the last attack.

She was fully prepared to take him
down with her.