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Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

You fight well, Nel responded as she dropped back from their clash. It seemed to be the style of this battle of theirs -- neither of them could afford to stay at any given range with the other for very long, requiring them to continuously one-up one another in the style of rock-paper-scissors. If Maria went close, Nel went mid. If Nel went long, Maria responded with area attacks, constantly forcing both of them to adjust their footing lest they be overwhelmed by a range of attacks. It gave Nel an idea. Nel brought her blades together, smiling through the crossed steel as magic built up around her again -- this time it was something big. She moved with it, attempting to dodge the scattering shots as they came, but it was just as Nel had noted to herself -- area attacks were her own greatest weakness. It wasn't powerful, but she couldn't use her agility to stay ahead of it or her defenses to tank it. The beams scorched at Nel just as she finished casting the spell, crying out as she was hurt and she expended the magic necessary for the cast. The dust began to pick up around Nel, wrapping around her as she threw herself at Maria, striking with both blades as the Whirlwind picked up to gale force. Dust and small stones pelted at Maria, the wind whipping and ripping at her clothes as Nel pushed the offensive, striking at Maria from seemingly all sides, the persistent whirlwind and Nel's speed working together to put out consistent damage of a sort Nel couldn't otherwise put out.
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Maria's gaze tracked Nel as she moved, making sure that the spy was taking the brunt of the Scattershot as much as possible. Sure it was a widespread blast, but it would defeat the point if she didn't do her part to make sure that Nel got hit as much as possible by what she was putting out. It didn't get her to stop though, leaving Maria to wonder what she had in mind next. The Whirlwind was not entirely unexpected yet it was also a problem that Maria was not well equipped to face. She did her best to hold out against it even as she was buffeted from all sides. Her coattails were torn to shreds by the flying objects whilst she was knocked to and fro by Nel's attacks from every angle. It took all she had to not get knocked off her feet, and even then she was not in a good situation. It was only when the wind began to diminish that she could pull back, her mind racing for a counter. She was a lot worse off after this beating, muscles aching with what would surely become bruises later. But she couldn't just give up the fight yet. She had come this far, and would not cede the fight so easily. Quickly she adjusted the settings on her gun before jamming it onto the floor. Magnetic Field. The pulse flared out, creating an electric field that radiated out from where she had set it off, which would shock Nel for a good could seconds if she didn't dodge it. Enough for Maria to get in close and unleash a couple swift kicks in CQC. Just like Cliff had taught her, the only way to win was to use all the tricks one had at their disposal. And she could still deliver a beat down even without Symbology.
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

It was an edge that Maria ultimately held over Nel -- swordplay for Nel had always been of secondary concern, and even the young Fayt Leingod was already far and away a better swordfighter than Nel would likely ever be, to say nothing of Albel or the physical stylings of Cliff. As the whirldwind died down, Nel was dropping back, drawing more energy to herself as she went. She could see pale skin poking through in places in the softer parts of Maria's outfit, and that was as sure a sign as anything that she had stumbled across a winning strategy. She brought in her enegy, preparing a secondary casting that she hoped would finish the fight when-- The field caught Nel at its outskirts, and it was enough to keep the woman still for just long enough. She grit her teeth as the field pulled at her, several blows raining hard on her, striking her in the knee, the hip, and the lower back, a series of strikes that forced Nel to her hands and knees, her twin curved blades clattering against the ground, knocked away in the struggle. But her dodging had bought her just enough time, and as the field wore away, all of Nel's pent up energy was released. The final whirlwind took what had to be the last of her stamina, magic rushing out of her. Nel caught the next kick under her arm and pinned it against her side. She left her blades behind, moving up and forward to try and bear Maria to the ground. She had four seconds. She had to use them wisely, or she would lose the fight right there. She attempted to go for a submission hold, to bear Maria down and use her agility to get across Maria. She had no hopes of outmuscling Maria's powerful and shapely legs, so she instead focused on twisting around until she had Maria's arm in a hold, twining her very own powerful legs around the shoulder joint and pressing her feet down against Maria's chest to pull it down in what any martial artist would known as an arm bar.
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

The successful hit was good for Maria, further wearing down Nel and increasing her chances of success. She didn't know exactly what was going on in the mind across from her, but she did her best to try and predict what would happen next. That was the way to succeed in a fight like this, and there were only so many things that Nel could do at this point if she wanted to try and take back the advantage in this fight. From the corner of her eye Maria noticed the swords go clattering away, a point in her favor. Her opponents options would be notably diminished without the blades to augment whatever moves she might try in the future. Now she just had to drive the advantage that she had until the next trick. She had underestimated how close Nel was to striking back though, and the hold on her leg combined with the whirlwind sent her crashing down to the ground with a grunt of pain. She would have complained about move, but since Cliff would have just laughed at her or something she held her tongue. All was fair in love and war, as he had told her many a time. The arm bar hold was familiar, yet it was something that she had experience with. The unwelcome addition was the whirlwind to it, which continued to bludgeon her with magic as Nel secured her hold. Maria knew that she had to break out quick, but it was going to be easier said than done in this situation. She took a deep breath to steel herself before lashing back. Her hands linked just in the way that Cliff had taught her before she pushed Nel's leg above her head and arching her back to put her weight on that one leg. At that point she twisted, trying to throw Nel off even as the whirlwind continued to batter at her. Her gun was long gone, which meant that this was all she had. If only her strength would hold out!
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Nel had only so long to hold on. The first second was the easiest as Nel secured her hold the best she could, straining back with all the force her body could muster. She had the added benefit of being a gymnast on top of everything else, ensuring that Maria's arm was held in the vice-like and lithe grip of a body made entirely of whipcord muscle, pride, and conviction not to lose. The second second was a blessing as that pistol was abandoned to Maria's attempt to fight back. It was on the back half of the whirlwind that Maria twisted underneath her, using all the muscle she had to fight back against Nel's hold. They strained against each other for second after second -- the whirlwind disappeared as Nel's magical strength gave out, and Nel closed brilliant blue eyes in concentration as she tried to muster up another round of magic, anything to hold Maria at bay just those few seconds longer. But it had become a contest of strength just as it had been a contest of wills. And with Maria's training, strength had been a poor final crucible on which to bet this match. Nel twas twisted away, smacking into the packed dirt as the hold was summarily reversed, Nel trying to get back to her feet but finding her legs trembling and her eyes stinging with the sweat of her brow. It was the sort of feeling that fell over Nel at the end of a long workout, even if this one had only persisted for less than three minutes. Nel got her footing, and panted heavily. It was one of those crystalizing moments -- seconds that would prove who had been the victor. If Maria didn't slump to the ground... Nel would.
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Strength matched with strength as Nel and Maria put their wills to battle, with Maria struggling to escape the hold. They were matched for what felt like minutes at least, muscles straining as their bodies twisted against each other. This was her element, and she was not about to let it go to waste if she could. When the end came it was quick and succinct. In a burst of motion Maria tore free, throwing Nel away before stumbling to her feet. Her muscles burned as her body gulped down air to assuage the heat that now tore at her stamina. It was lucky that Nel didn't have her Symbology right now, or she would be screwed. But she forced herself to move, drawing on that wellspring of will like Cliff would have wanted her to. Stumbling over, she reached down at grabbed the gun with an unsteady grip. Her fingers tingled and twitched, almost like she wasn't holding it. Yet she forced them to curl, even if she wasn't sure that she could pull the trigger. With the weapon in hand, Maria turned and came at Nel at an oblique angle, looking to end this fight once and for all. Her gun hand came up, ready for whatever the assassin would throw her way. She was going to have to move quick to end this. So she did, the gun barrel tapping against Nel's shoulder in a fascimile of the attack that she could have launched. Instead it was more like a gentle nudge, as Maria shot her opponent a satisfied smile. Good match, she panted. She certainly felt like it had been, skin increasingly slick with sweat and her hair practically ruined. Well, she'd dealt with worse. For now she just wanted to see if they were still going
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Nel could barely keep her feet underneath her -- the battle had gone further than she thought it would. The whole thing couldn't have lasted longer than five minutes from beginning to end, and in fact it was probably a good bit shorter than it seemed . But even a minute-long engagement could lead to shaking in one's boots, the strain of muscle and willpower that came with a battle hard-fought. Even a sparring match like this. One that wasn't even over yet. Fortunately... Nel had been in enough battles to see that Maria was in the very same shape that she herself was. They were both running on fumes, and for that split second Maria held the advantage by being able to retrieve her firearm -- Nel had lost hers in the dirt, and there was no easy way to retrieve them. But that was fine. It wasn't weapons that would decide the match. Good match, Nel returned with half of a smile. She seemed to relax just a little bit, leaning just a bit onto the backfoot. She still looked like she was on-edge, standing there with all the tension of a coiled spring. But when wasn't she? It was true. It wouldn't be a weapon. It was her willpower to show the offworlder how things were done on Elicoor. Nel grabbed at the gun with a rare devil-may-care grin, threw her hip into Maria's midsection, and sought to throw Maria straight over her tense, smaller body and into the dirt. But such was an overexertion on Nel's part -- for even if Maria went into the dust, Nel was going to be right there with her, her knees finally buckled from the strain of the fight.
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Of course. Even as she was taken off guard by the sudden assault, Maria knew that she shouldn't have been surprised. Nel was practically a weapon in and of herself, and she would do whatever she could do to win a fight regardless of the circumstances that she found herself in. As a result, being thrown by Nel came as a shock to her system. Guh! A grunt escaped as she impacted the round, the wind knocked out of her for a few moments as she laid there on the ground. At least it wasn't dirt, though hardwood didn't exactly make it any better. And her gun was gone again, though it probably hadn't gone far. She was a bit busy to look. Instead Maria hauled herself up by sheer willpower, rising up onto her arms as she hauled herself over to the nearby Nel. She reached out and grabbed her hand in a firm shake, even if she made no move to attack just yet. Guess a mutual kill is good enough for the crimson Blade, she commented amidst her own heavy breathing. Just don't go and get yourself killed on me in a real fight, okay?
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Nel barked out a dry little laugh as she hit the ground, her arms and legs splayed wide as she rested. Magic was as a physical strain to her, and her every muscle cried out for some kind of relaxation and release, some time to recuperate from the combat. Her breathing grew slowly steadier as she sucked in the air that her own fall had expelled. Sharp blue eyes turned onto Maria as the other woman dragged herself over, and she took the proffered hand with a fierce and dangerous smile across her lips. It's a preferable fate to an out-and-out loss. You fought well. You might have won if you had pressed your advantage, Nel said, though there was no harsh condemnation in her tone. It was more impressed than anything, as it was not lost on the spy that the woman she had battled with was actually younger than she herself was. It was a mark that the girl was as made for battle as she was for command. I won't. I don't expend this much energy on fights where my blades are sharp, Nel said. She rolled over onto her side, pressing herself into a seated position there on the ground, the cross-legged position hiking her skirt up those toned and tattooed legs of hers. ... thank you for the fight. It was... illuminating. Among other things, Nel said, wiping the sweat from her brow with the back of one hand. We should clean before I get my tour of your ship, she said as she stood.
Thread: Love on the Star Ocean [Azecreth & Noire]

Glad I could provide, Maria replied with a sigh as she hauled herself to a sitting position. Her coat wrapped around her form, though understandably she was probably as sweaty as Nel was right now. Her gaze drifted across Nel's legs, noting the tattoos and appreciating the build to it. No one could question that she was in shape. Overall the fight had gone pretty well, and Maria would definitely take what she had learned to heart. This was different from fighting Cliff that was for sure. That did not mean that Nel was a worse opponent by any mans. I'd love to do that again with you sometime, she added as she rested on her knees. Moments later she rose, stretching a bit as she nodded in approval. That sounds good to me. She was definitely going to need it, unfortunate or not. But she had to admit that she did enjoy the showers in Aquarios. They were very different from the ones that she was used to, even if the basic concept was the same. Perhaps it was the symbology or the waterfall that made it better. Once Nel was ready she let her companion lead the way. Who knew, maybe there were private showers somewhere near here. That would be nice
Thread: The Cries of Madain Sari {darkest_fate&Noire}

Eternal rain made the city of Burmecia eternally damp. It had its own gothic beauty, to be sure. Even before war had ravaged the buildings, there had been that dark, creeping feeling to the place. Dragoons were said to hop from spire to spire, keeping the Burmecian rat-people safe from outside invaders. Only two such knights remained now, and one had forsaken his home to roam. Still, there were soldiers roaming the streets. Many of the Burmecians filled that role men and women alike trained in the arts martial. At times it almost felt like it wouldn't have been too unusual to see a child holding a sword. Several had also begun picking up magic, after the near devastation brought upon them by the black mages such a relatively short time ago. The people were sturdy, durable... ...and moldy,' mumbled the intruder. She wore a dark brown hood, already drenched from the rain. It covered most of her body, which was fortunate for the young girl. Long purple-blue hair extended past the small of her back, and her tendency to wear brilliant colors would make her stand out all the more amid these people. The intruder frowned as she carefully consulted her soaked map, squinting at the running pigments. Her transport had dropped her nearby, so it only made sense to stop here first. But she'd almost been hoping to put this one off until she'd been better prepared the main guardian of this place, that last dragoon, was almost too diligent, and the intruder didn't want questions. That thought made her tug at the hood, as if she could somehow cover the horn that jutted proudly from the center of her forehead. Eiko Carol was, after all, one of the last summoners of Madain Sari, and was literally the only person who could prevent what she knew would wreck this world over the next decade. Ah, there we go,' she said, nodding as she looked to a building. It was some sort of shrine or holy place Eiko didn't exactly keep up with Burmecian socio-religious practices. She stepped toward it, grateful to remove the hood and shake some water from her hair. She ran fingers through it, pursing her lips in frustration. Her horn already itched, letting her know she was quite close. Eiko held up a hand, summoning forth a pale light even inside, Burmecia was dim. If I were a stoned Eidolin eager to burst forth and terrorize an entire kingdom of adorable rat people, where would I be? Eiko mumbled to herself, carefully picking her way through the shrine. Years of training with a certain monkey-tailed thief had left her light on her feet, and her lithe body and accompanying wings fake though they technically were helped too. Eiko almost floated over the rocks, finally coming to a stop at what looked like a statue of some kind of frog or serpent or something. It's here somewhere, Eiko said, tapping the stone and frowning. She just needed to find it, and hopefully before someone found her first...
Thread: The Cries of Madain Sari {darkest_fate&Noire}

Burmecia's shrines were among the last things in the capital to be restored, many of the smaller ones yet lying in some form of ruin. The clergy had bade mercy, kindness, and patience, but scars took some time to heal, and their words had largely fallen on deaf ears. It had been a hard thing for the battered Burmecians to accept the fact that their gods had done nothing to stop the trials they had so recently been put through. Slaughter by the black arts, and even their sanctuary of Cleyra had been entirely overrun in a way that had humbled the third of the Three Great Kingdoms of the Mist Continent in a way that had simply never occurred before. The bodies had been buried, but a broken spirit was a much harder thing to mend. This shrine was one of the luckier ones -- they had at least patched the roof after it had been blown apart by black magic fire, and had scrubbed the blood of the resident priest out of the carpeting. Still, it was a bleak place. Tapestries lined the walls, framing the high windows that perforated the arch above Eiko's head. There came a crack of lightning, a brilliant flash illuminating the interior of the temple for a split second... and with it, a figure high above, casting their steepled shadow into harsh relief against the far wall. It was the only warning Eiko was going to get. It was fortunate that Eiko had trained under the thief, for it was only by that larcenous grace that she could avoid a speartip coming out of nowhere, radiating the energy of a true dragoon as it pierced straight through stone and the ground below. It was either that... or the spear had been nothing b it a warning shot. Time seemed to slow as a Burmecian woman with a pointed hat, a pale red robe, and a spear with an azure blade, slowly stood up from her crouch. ... I believe, Freya Crescent said, that you're trespassing.
Thread: The Cries of Madain Sari {darkest_fate&Noire}

Eiko managed to leap away just in time to avoid the spear. She stared at the glowing weapon, already knowing far too well where it had come from and who wielded it. Of all the rotten luck to actually run into Freya Crescent, one of those hero types. Of course, Eiko happened to be one of those as well, with an additional lots of training, albeit in different skills than she'd once boasted hence why she now carried daggers instead of rackets, though she also had a flute just in case. The lean thiefsummoner turned, quickly following the path of the weapon up to its owner. Yep, there she was still wearing her traditional Burmecian dragoon---wait, shouldn't there be armor or something. Well, technically, Eiko glanced behind her, her horn itching terribly, all but yanking her head a certain direction, yes, I'm trespassing. But I also have permission! Half-true. Technically Eiko had been here before, when the group had sort of looked around at various places they'd been to during the war to double-check and when Freya herself who Eiko had fought beside a few times had wanted to doublecheck. Well, at least Eiko could tell she'd landed in roughly the right time. She began carefully edging her way in her horn's direction. It was only after she started moving, feeling her cloak shifting, that Eiko realized that she should probably cover the horn. Freya would know what that meant and there would be a lot of questions and possibly even some sort of paradox or something. Plus, Eiko's horn was practically screaming at her. The Eidolin that had become trapped here wanted out, and it was definitely not happy in all kinds of ways that would be very, very bad for this particular city. Question was whether Eiko could call it out while still talking to andor avoiding Freya. She did start reaching out with her horn, feeling the thoughts trickling their way through her own.
Thread: The Cries of Madain Sari {darkest_fate&Noire}

You trespass. With permission. The words were flat, the same tone she had typically reserved for a tailed thief in his most ridiculous of moments. She leapt from her spot, the jump for which the Burmecians were so well known. On the way down her robes flared out, revealing a glimmer of lightweight scale beneath her robing -- armor that would not impede her, but which could take the strikes of the dragons for which she gained her title. She landed in a crouch, wrapping one hand around her spear, plucking it from the ground as if it weighed no more than a flower. Come with me. I won't have your lies, Freya said, aiming the speartip straight at Eiko and at... the... ... horn ? ... who are you, that you should have a horn? Only summoners have those among your kind, Freya said slowly. As Eiko moved, so did Freya, slowly stepping in a circle with clawed feet, almost too gracefully for a figure that Eiko knew to contain a stunning amount of physical power. What are you doing here? You look almost like-- Freya squinted brilliant green-blue eyes at the girl's blue-purple hair, at the horn upon her head, and-- Light glimmered through the rubble at the base of an altar, a brilliance that reached out to Eiko, reacted to the nearby power of an exceptional summoner...