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    Post by Shadow Pilgrim on 6th July 2016, 11:03 pm

    NightDrivenEn7 wrote:Name: Tutorial
    Player Requirements: Any number of participants(At least 2), 10 posts minimum, 300 words per post.
    Requirements: Meet up with another member and participate in extended conversation, then begin battle (2 spells maximum to be used- mainly hand to hand combat)
    Description: The officers of the area wants each soon-to-be-mage to test their skills with one another as part of their examinations from their teachers to see if they have what it takes to become real mages.
    Rewards: 3000 Jewels.

    It was interesting, really.

    Shadow never once imagined that there could be a place more hot than the arid sandy wastes of Desierto from where the Priests hailed, but there was clearly a difference between the dry desert and this muggy humidity. The vast ocean was a new sight, both intriguing and admittedly a bit intimidating with its endless body that seemed to swallow up the horizon and blend water with sky. The briny liquid lapped at the white grained shores and filled the air with a moisture that made the day easily feel several degrees hotter than it actually was. And to top it all off, it made avoiding sweat virtually impossible.

    Of course, that problem was easily compounded by the desert garb that shrouded the foreign monk. A long sleeved blue top hugged itself to the mage's ambiguously shaped body, as did the pants that were made of the same material and color. Over the top of it was a torn and tattered shirt that was little more than a poncho, white with a depiction of a crying red eye plastered without reservation on the chest. The pristine top had an over abundance of fabric around the collar that had been tightened upon the figure's face over the nose to act as a mask. The right side of the figure's torso was covered in a dark blue shoulder cape that had been intricately embroidered with the same image of an eye, only in a deep gold thread. A small white turban sat upon bright yellow hair that fell past long pointed ears and down to the small of the Priest's back.

    Quietly, Shadow watched the scene taking place in the sand, crimson eyes neutral in their interest. A small crowd of people dressed in much more revealing swim wear had paused and gathered around the sparring mages. Golden colored grit sprayed into the air and immediately became sucked into the cold ocean breeze, thrown into the faces of several of the on lookers. Shadow remained unmoved and curious, observing the two mages as they threw their near naked bodies at one another with... some semblance of form. Could one call it form? Often times it appeared to be little more than wild flailing that occasionally managed a lucky hit, but hey, everyone had to start somewhere. The guards that were overseeing the brawl were examining the pair with careful and critical eyes, as were the half dozen other mages that had come to test themselves against others in the hopes of proving themselves worthy of their calling.

    And Shadow? Well, it was fair to say that the Priest wouldn't have come at all if the possibility of being pulled into a spar was entirely undesirable. In truth, however, curiosity was the forefront emotion. Still, few ever came upon such challenges, even small ones such as this, without at least a singular question tickling at the back of their minds:

    Where do I stand..?

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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Vajra on 6th July 2016, 11:51 pm




    It stood for reason that Monica Belle had no reason to be here. And yet she was, if against her own wishes. It had been...recommended that she involve herself in outside activities beyond drinking at bars and spending quality, fleeting time with bedfellows. No actual missions had been communicated to her in some time, though that could change at the drop of a dime. She was always to be prepared and she was just that, most of the time at least. It didn't stop her from distracting herself with her own hobbies.

    But that was just it, wasn't it? Her 'hobbies' were not that and she apparently needed to take part in more active, communal activities. She'd rolled her eyes, she had cursed, she had even offered to do clean sweeps of the winding passageways. Alas, she had still been sent this way and now there she stood, watching the training matches happening before her. It wasn't that Monica didn't want a fight; quite the contrary, she was always willing to fight anyone that was up for it. But these were trainees, men and women that barely knew how their feet worked, let alone the intricacies of a real battle. She was mildly impressed with some of them, a few diamonds in the rough that had loads of potential. And indeed, she wasn't complaining about the half-naked bodies either. Hell, maybe she could follow through on the forced suggestion and still take part in her favorite pastimes.

    She continued to stare into the heated fights, an almost bored visage hanging over her face. The chocolate orbs in her eyes drifted slowly away from the match and fell upon arguably the strangest person present. A...well, person, was standing there watching. They were dressed in a full myriad of colors and material scraps. She couldn't put it down for certain but the outfit seemed to cry out of some kind of desert influence. Plenty of desert countries in Earthland though and she wasn't that traveled enough to recognize the outfit or the eye design on their chest.

    Still it was curious to see, considering how sweltering it was outside. Even Monica had torn off her normal jacket and tank top and left herself in perhaps the skimpiest chest covering ever created. In fact, it wasn't meant to cover up like it did; rather meant to be added straps to a shirt. But no, Monica had worn it underneath and now it just barely kept her decent -- though some of the stares she got told a far different story.

    She snorted through her nostrils, some unspoken thoughts going through her head before she turned back to watch the fight that was nearing its end. The guards seemed completely intent on watching it rather than the crowd and she was thankful for it. There was always a good chance some guard in any city she visited would recognize her face. But the mages that were there to judge and evaluate, they wouldn't know her from any other stranger. That tickled her, considering what power she had and how it was used nowadays.

    But they would get a taste -- and soon too.





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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Shadow Pilgrim on 7th July 2016, 12:48 am

    The truly amusing part about all this was the fact that, despite others of present company, it was Shadow that was drawing so much attention. And to be fair, that had its merit. A foreigner fully garbed from head to toe in such livery, however mild, was bound to draw attention in a setting where ninety nine percent of the people around were practically letting it all hang out for the world to see -- a concept that the Priest definitely was not accustomed to, to say the least. It was just such an amusingly absurd notion when not more than a few feet away stood a woman who was more completely covered by her tattoos than by any actual clothing. Little more than leather straps prevented all those present from getting a V.I.P. view of what she had to offer. Though such attire was certainly the choice of the woman, Shadow had idly mused upon first glancing at exotic looking lady why she even bothered covering up at all. At that point, one might as well just go for the gold, right?

    Ah, well. Not important.

    Shadow's eyes had not rested on Monica for more than the brief moment it took to acknowledge her presence. The glance had certainly lasted a beat longer than the Priest had intended -- something the woman was likely used to, or even desired given the sheer canvas of ink that was her body -- but still, the desert figure's red gaze had hardly been long enough to constitute as staring. In truth, another person's appearance simply wasn't Shadow's concern, and the Priest held no interest in staring merely out of juvenile curiosity.

    The match before them ended rather suddenly as one opponent swiftly took down the other. Honestly, it was about time. The defeated mage hadn't been anywhere near the at least somewhat refined skill of his clearly superior opponent. In fact, it had seemed rather like the latter mage had gone easy on the other fellow in order to draw out the fight a bit. The encounter still ended how Shadow had guessed it would regardless, and as the knights checked on the combatants and directed them toward fresh drinking water so they wouldn't dehydrate, the evaluating mages convened briefly amongst themselves to compare notes before turning to those who remained.

    "Alright, so. Who has feedback to offer this time?" they asked, following suit to their previous pattern of discussing each spar upon its completion in an attempt to turn it into a learning experience. The man turned his gaze to the scantily clad woman after a moment. "What about you, miss... Monica, is it?" he asked after briefly glancing down at his paperwork to make sure he got her name correct. "You've been rather silent this whole time. I am interested in your thoughts."

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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Vajra on 7th July 2016, 1:22 am




    Apparently, before they got any evidence of her strength and power, they were going to get a lovely example of her attitude. The fight was boring because, for the lack of a better phrase, there was never any real competition. The stronger mage was clear from the start and it became a rather pitiful game of the small kid taking swings at the bigger one. Normally Monica would respect such a person for taking on the stronger opponent, despite the gap between them. Raw power could easily be outdone by willpower; something she had learned rather quickly among the many crime syndicates she had ran with. But there was never really a challenge; the stronger side had simply dumbed down his offense and his technique to give his opponent some semblance of a chance.

    There was an audible groan that escaped her mouth as the evaluating mage took a step forward to lead the Q&A session that had become a staple of this event. Her eyes rolled to the bright blue ceiling of the sky, more than a little content with avoiding taking part in the practice. Oh but was she dragged right into it. When she had been assigned to this, apparently they had decided to use her real name. What did they care; her name was common and fluid enough that it wouldn't stick out in a person's memory like some great torch. But still, when the practice had been to keep her real name mum...it was a pain in the ass. Even more so than being called on like she was in a classroom.

    Then again, wasn't that just what this was? And since she was being called upon...

    “It was terrible," she said rather bluntly, her eyes falling from the sky to meet the evaluator's eyes for a brief moment. Then she was pushing herself up and walking to the center of the training ring, frowning and shaking her head the entire time. “In fact even that's too much of a compliment. It was a fucking disgrace. You have weak boy over here who was clearly the underdog, deserving of a chance to show his chops. But strong and mighty doesn't give him a chance; he's too busy trying to make him feel good by putting the proverbial training wheels on and pushing him slowly down a flat road." She scoffed. “Fighting isn't fun, battles aren't friendly. When danger is bearing down on your ass, you don't have the option of fighting someone that will baby you. You won't know what you're capable of until you're facing off against that bastard when he is coming at you full-tilt. All I saw was coddling; leaving one fighter in his swaddling clothes while the other kept him from finding his potential."

    She turned her gaze back to the man that had asked for her thoughts. “Opinionated enough for you?"







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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Shadow Pilgrim on 7th July 2016, 2:12 am

    Well, then.

    The inked woman certainly had no reservations speaking her mind, at least when she was singled out to do so. There was no hesitation in Monica's voice as she stepped right into the makeshift arena and proceeded to give a rather thorough verbal thrashing in lieu of a critique. A single brow rose on Shadow's forehead in interest, though the mild shift in expression was mostly covered by the thick foliage of blonde bangs. No one could see it, but the Priest was actually smirking a bit beneath the veil.

    The head mage looked a fair bit flustered, though at the same time his reaction wasn't nearly as shocked as that of pretty much the rest of the others there. Stereotypes often existed for a reason, and it was clear the man had expected at least a bit of sass from Monica. He gave her a somewhat pensive look as though mulling over a response before finally looking down at his clip board. "Shadow," the mage said, raising his gaze to meet the Priest's. "We've yet to hear anything from you, yet, either. What's your opinion? Do you agree with Monica?"

    Shadow paused a moment before answering, clearly the type of individual that had made a habit of thinking before speaking. Eventually, the cloak worn upon the monk's shoulder lifted and lowered in a simple shrug. "Growth and comfort do not coexist," was the simple response. It was the first words spoken by the foreigner all day, and though the voice that sounded from behind the face mask was clear despite the mild muffling, it was still muffled just enough that it was difficult to ascertain if the figure beneath was male or female. Still, it seemed the somewhat prose reply was not enough to satisfy the evaluating mage, and so the monk continued.

    "She is entirely correct, if a bit colorful in her delivery." It was clear the comment was not meant to be an insult of any sort, or even really sassy. Rather, it was a simple and factual observation that Monica's opinion had been a little more on the creative side in terms of similes. If anything, there was a bit of respect in the figure's tone for her honesty. "The fight could hardly be called such. It would have been better for the man to have put down his opponent quickly and made them aware of their weaknesses so his opponent would know where he needed work. Additionally, the man who lost did little to attempt to provoke his greater opponent into taking him more seriously. He lost not because he was beaten, but because he was lazy."

    "You called for people to come and have their mettle tested to see how we might fare in the world of magic, to see if we have what you believe it takes to be a mage. If this last spar was graded as anything above sub par, then I will likely take my leave. I have no interest in being evaluated by those who tolerate anything less than honest effort." Shadow shrugged again, continuing to speak simple facts rather than aiming to insult.

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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Vajra on 7th July 2016, 2:35 am




    Shadow, was it? Monica kept her stare focused on the man in front of her, clearly displeased with his choices thus far. One being he had set the farce of a fight up and the second being he had bothered her by asking for an opinion. Though she had absolutely no issue voicing her thoughts, wearing her feelings and beliefs right on her sleeve, she did not enjoy being forced into speaking. Reminded her too much of her past. She continued to frown at the mage until he turned his questions and attention to the masked person. Monica followed the look, her eyes settling on the figure with a bit more study than before.

    Honestly it didn't surprise Monica in the least. Though she couldn't sense anything from them, there was a small feeling in her stomach that seemed to foretell that this covered stranger was no idiot. They held themselves as one that liked to formulate their thoughts carefully and state their opinion with the upmost honesty.

    Colorful; yes, Monica certainly was that. Her frown lifted a bit into a tiny smirk as she listened to Shadow's words, agreeing with the fact that the fight had been, at best, a poor example of training. The stronger side had treated the weaker with too much care and the reverse had allowed himself to be suckered into it. Both fighters had lost something there, including an opportunity to truly grow themselves. The stronger as a teacher and the weaker as a budding fighter. Monica had seen lesser wizards and humans killed for showing such kindness to those they were preparing for battle. Even she had been brought to the brink for daring to fall into a continuous rut. “No doubt." Monica said, nodding. “The only thing that was defeated in that last fight was my patience."

    Sub par was even too generous for what they had witnessed but Monica wasn't about to bicker over stupid classifications with Shadow. They were both in agreement over the status of what they had seen. But unlike Shadow, who was ready to depart if this group of meager-minded wizards showed too much compassion, Monica always leaned towards shaking things up. For the first time since she had arrived, her mouth peeled open to reveal a grin as she looked to the masked person. “Or we could show them a real fight. We both seem to understand that if the other is stronger, we don't hold back. And if we're the stronger ones...well, enjoy eating dirt." She slammed her fists together, the bones cracking loudly as she issued her challenge. “So what'dya say?"







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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Shadow Pilgrim on 7th July 2016, 3:16 am

    Once again, there was a slight smirk upon Shadow's lips that was entirely veiled from view. However, the slight twinkle of amusement in the monk's crimson eyes would be more than enough for Monica to catch that the cloaked figure had appreciated the quip about her patience. Or, well, lack thereof. What Shadow hadn't expected -- though probably should have, in hindsight -- was for the bald woman to extend a rather eager invitation to get a fight going between the two of them. A brief pause was all that separated her proposal from the monk's response.

    "If you wish."

    Though the words themselves were rather blase, there was an honest tone of interest behind them. One of the assisting mages stepped forward as if to speak, clearly looking to advise them that they were veering off the schedule, but was waved down by the head trainer. Shadow reached up with a hand that was wrapped in pristine white cloth bandages and unfastened the cloak that draped down their side. The article was gathered up and quickly folded into a perfectly neat square of cloth. Setting the item down upon a clean spot on one of the small tables that had been set up on the beach for their use, the Priest stepped into the arena and stood opposite of Monica.

    Before anything exciting would happen, however, the monk rose both hands to chest height and clasped them together, one hand wrapped around the other closed fist. Then, without removing their eyes from the woman, Shadow bowed respectfully at the waist toward her. "I will do my best to provide you a challenge, and I am thankful for the opportunity to learn from you," was the simple promise and statement. Monica wouldn't have to wait long to find out what that meant.

    Without even waiting to return to a normal posture, the Priest darted immediately forward to the other mage like a bullet from a gun. No time at all was wasted as Shadow got right down to business. The first strike was a forward fist punch aimed at Monica's jaw, followed swiftly with a back fist punch that sought home a little lower toward the woman's sternum. Without pausing to let up, the first arm was already back in motion, swinging a hard elbow at the side of her face before bringing that same hand rearing back around in a closed fist, back handed strike at the other side of her face.

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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Vajra on 8th July 2016, 9:17 am




    To say that Monica was curious about this masked person would be putting it rather dully. Whoever they are, they seemed much smarter than the normal rabble that had come to this little trial by fire, though at this point it felt more like a trial by light water splashing. Nonetheless, there was a notable magical power about them that stuck out among the other mages around them both and that was arguably the second most interesting thing about Shadow. If only this person knew how ironic it was that their name happened to match Monica's expertise...

    “Oh I wish." The bald-headed woman said with a grin, opening her hands slowly and intertwining her fingers. The only stretch she would administer to her body was to crack her knuckles in this fashion, pushing her hands away from her body with her palms facing outward. The whole time she watched Shadow, unaware of the fact that the judges were bamboozled by these two making their own time in the ring. Surely this news would get back to Monica's commanders but at the moment, she couldn't care less. The prospect of a challenge caused excitement to glimmer brightly in her eyes, almost making the chocolate orbs glow.

    Thus far, the matches had been all hand to hand combat, save for small instances of close quarter magic. Monica wasn't keen on the idea of unloading her full magic force on Shadow, out of some semblance of respect for a fellow scholar of fighting. And though she did not return the respectful bow she was given by her now-opponent, she gave them a courteous nod -- which was more than about ninety percent of her opponents could claim to have received.

    Monica stood there as Shadow charged, leaping out of their bow like a rock from a slingshot. The punch cracked across her face, jarring her head and knocking it to the side. The second strike rang true as well, crashing into her sternum and causing her torso to bend slightly. Monica looked dazed, confused and completely unready up until that point. But then as the elbow came in for her face again, her neck pulled back and brought her head along, taking it away from danger. And as the backhand strike came around for the opposite side of her face, it would instead meet Monica's raised forearm.

    “You're a lot stronger than you look." She said as she brought her head back, reaching up with her free hand to wipe away the trickle of blood that ran from the corner of her mouth. She continued to grin even as she stared into the other's crimson eyes. “I like when a person is like that," she said ominously, the only warning she would give before she burst into action.

    And burst she did; her leg snapped up in a front kick, aiming to slam her foot into Shadow's stomach and knock them backwards. Even as that leg came down, she used it to leap forward and up, swinging her right arm up and around in a falling hammer strike for the other's head. When her feet touched the ground again, her body twisted as her left arm jutted forward in a front punch for Shadow's forehead. It was swiftly followed by a elbow strike from Monica's right arm for the same spot, its strength aided by the woman stepping into Shadow's personal space. Once there, she spun on her heels and sent a backhand towards her opponent's face, mirroring the last combination Shadow had thrown at her.







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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Shadow Pilgrim on 12th July 2016, 5:18 pm


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    Every opponent was different. This was a fact that Shadow had learned long ago. Though individual nuances were always infinitely varied, however, nearly every person could be set into one of three categories. First was the aggressive fighters, a category that the Priest would argue most people fell in. These were people that fought with their hearts more than their heads, that let their emotions guide their power. Such individuals could display incredible feats of strength, but only for as long as their adrenaline rush lasted. They also were prone to acting without thinking, which could often be detrimental if they failed to exercise proper caution.

    Then, there were those who were more calculative. Such individuals were prone to being a bit more reserved about their strength rather than diving in head first to a situation without at least a vague plan. These people took the time to study and test their opponents, to conserve their strength and wait until they found an opportunity to make a hard, effective strike. They were disciplined and patient. This was the camp where Shadow fell.

    The final category were the wildcards, and they were individuals who had no real rhyme or reason in a fight. They were there for the challenge, enjoyed being surprised, and generally went with the flow of whatever fight was presented to them. If the Priest had to made a guess as to where Monica fit in, this would be the one. A wildcard typically straddled the line between aggressive and calculative, following either heart or head depending on what they felt fit best for the situation.

    As Shadow's fist collided with Monica's face, there was hardly any surprise. The mage suspected that the tattooed woman let the first couple hits make their mark in order for her to gauge at least a portion of her opponent's strength. Monica hardly seemed shy about getting hit, so the near lack of resistance to the attack was almost expected in a way. There was no response as the bald woman complimented Shadow's power. Instead, the Priest waited patiently and silently for Monica to offer a return volley of strikes.

    And boy did she.

    The kick met Shadow's torso with hardly any attempt to block it, the force of the blow sending the Priest flying backward. Shadow's fully garbed body twisted in the air to stick a rough landing in the loose sand, golden grit spraying into the air. The Priest's head pulled back enough to dodge the cranial hammer fist, but the second punch landed squarely in Monica's intended target on Shadow's forehead. The final two strikes were swiftly and deftly blocked, resulting in the pair facing off against one another in almost the exact same positions they had been after the Priest's attack, only this time with Shadow holding the block.

    "You are as tough as you seem," was the simple remark, though it seemed a compliment. "So now that we've both gotten the chance to get a mild feel on one another's capabilities..." Shadow pushed heavily against Monica to create distance between them before leaping backward. Before the Priest's wrapped feet could land back in the sand, however, the mysterious figure flicked a wrist almost dismissively and faded out of sight. Though the lecturing mages were certainly powerful enough to still see Shadow, the rest of the students all gasped in surprised and looked around with wide eyes, asking one another where Monica's opponent had gone.

    And in truth, Shadow's feet never even touched back down on the sand. The moment the Priest had gone invisible they had also stayed in the air, flying to the side and up above Monica. Would the bald woman be able to follow Shadow's path? Only one way to find out. Flying silently, the garbed figure shot quickly down toward Monica, aiming to strike the woman from above with a fully locked and loaded fist, no holding back.

    Just how Monica would like it.


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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Vajra on 13th July 2016, 8:36 am




    Despite her outrageously high intellect, her ability to quickly form a tactic in the heat of battle and her prowess as a keen observer, Monica very rarely took the time to actually study people from afar. She would do so on certain occasions and that usually was due to her scouting out potential bedfellows. Otherwise she went with the flow of her opponent and moved to counter them the best she could. Easier said than done with most and it seemed Shadow would be occupant to that particular group. They were different, lacking in most things and concealed from the viewing world. Monica had faced many that she could not distinguish their features but Shadow was definitely the most curious of all.

    If anything, it was a relief to know they existed. Monica's foot rang true on her opponent's stomach, causing them to stumble. The bald-headed woman followed instantly, her will and dedication to the match pushing her combination forward. Her fist slid through the empty air on her next strike but found garbed flesh with her follow-up punch. But just as Monica had done with Shadow's last strikes, her attacks were blocked and held in place by her opponent. There they stood, locked together in a temporary stalemate. Shadow spoke of Monica's fighting ability briefly before stating it was time to up the ante. Monica's only response was to smirk, even as Shadow pushed off of their joined guards and put themselves quite a distance away. If they were here to impress, might as well go all out, no?

    Monica was admittedly stunned as Shadow faded into nothing. A slight flick of their wrist and the bald-headed woman's opponent was nothing but a memory. Monica's nostrils flared as she inhaled quietly, trying to smell out where they could have gone. An invisibility spell? A teleportation spell? There were a handful of possibilities and whatever it was, Monica couldn't nose them out. " 'Kay," was all she said before she engaged her own magic.

    It was complete happenstance how well Monica timed it and would state so later, without shame. A dark aura, composed of inky black magic mixed in with dull violet light, surrounded her as she took hold of one of the other student's shadows and yanked it into the middle of the arena. Though not with the same grace as Shadow had done, Monica disappeared as well -- her body falling through her own shadow like it was an open hole.

    The gasp from the crowd was quick and sharp, another louder one following on its heels as Monica reappeared out of the manipulated shadow. She assumed that, like most people that use the ability to disappear from sight, Shadow would attempt to attack from behind. So Monica removed herself from her spot while also keeping her own shadow locked in place. With any luck, her opponent would fall into the open portal and pop out in front of the now landing Monica. And if she were that lucky already, perhaps the bald-headed woman's fist, which was now rushing forward, would catch Shadow right in the face again and send her flying back.






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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Shadow Pilgrim on 18th July 2016, 2:20 pm


    Eye of Truth



    Life asked Death,

    "Why do people love me, but hate you?"

    Death responded,

    "Because you are a beautiful lie,

    and I am a painful truth."





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    The Priest's opponent didn't appear to be able to see through the spell, but perhaps it was little more than a ruse? If it wasn't, then Monica had exceptionally lucky timing. Shadow hurled toward the woman, but she disappeared into the shadows at her feet. A frown took over the pilgrim's crimson eyes. The woman was gone, but her shadow remained? It couldn't be that easy. Something was wrong, and there was only one way to find out what.

    As Shadow neared the ground, they shifted their posture from offensive to defensive. Wrapped arms crossed over the veiled face to protect it, and the Priest's body tightened to accept an incoming blow. Interestingly, the blow came but it did so a couple beats after Shadow actually expected it to. First the Priest fell through the sand, which was a bit unexpected. The defensive position came in handy though as Monica's fist hit home almost immediately upon Shadow falling through the other side.

    The Priest's body flew back, arms taking the brunt of the blow. The sand sprayed outward in a wave where Shadow skidded along it before leaping back into the air; a sight that drew shocked gasps from the other to-be mages that were incapable of actually seeing Shadow, who remained invisible. Monica, however, would likely notice that if she looked hard enough she could see Shadow. The Priest was completely transparent to her, and it would still be difficult to completely defend herself, but she could keep track of her opponent's position at the very least.

    And though Monica had scored a hard hit, Shadow was quick to bounce back. There was no hesitation as the garbed mage leaped back into the air and flew to Monica's side before diving right back at the woman. This time, however, the Priest didn't stay far enough away to give the tattooed warrior much time to pull another disappearing act. Shadow hurled toward Monica once more, fists moving with deliberate precision toward any areas that the woman left open, focusing heavily on her upper torso and face.


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    Re: Tutorial

    Post by Vajra on 20th July 2016, 9:01 pm




    There was something satisfying about landing a solid hit. Even when it hit a firm guard -- as Monica's did against Shadow -- the feeling of connecting with something solid and hard was always fulfilling.

    Shadow dove right after Monica and fell into the shadow pool, much like Monica hoped they would. When the garbed warrior came out, out struck the bald-woman's fist and connected with the aforementioned guard. It sent Monica's opponent flying away, their body pushing through the golden grains as they attempted to keep themselves from tumbling too wildly. The audience ooed and ahhed, more intent on watching than learning at the moment. Monica tracked the movements of Shadow as they moved, her eyes narrowed as she watched the sand react. It was then that she realized she could actually just barely make out the other's outline. They weren't completely invisible, just mostly transparent. What a neat fucking trick.

    Monica grinned as she set her feet, waiting for Shadow to return. Oh and return they did, leaping into the air for a brief time before flying to the bald-headed woman's general vicinity. Rather than going for a heavy dive bomb, they were upon Monica with the wild intent of bruising and bashing the woman's open spots. The Knight moved her arms as best she could to defend against the force but took a fair number of blows herself.

    When it was all said and done, Monica was grinning like a wild woman. The fresh welt on her skin were already darkening with color but that didn't seem to affect her. Her right arm snapped out and a thin film of white magic began to pour out of from her hand. It enveloped the mitt and came to a sharp, billowing point. Just as Monica was about to leap forward and start slashing at the cloaked foe, a voice rang out.

    "That is enough, no need to get anymore violent." Came the booming voice of the lead instructor, stepping forward to halt the fight. There was a collective groan from the audience, clearly upset that the battle was being prematurely ended.

    Monica was just as displeased. "Are you actually fucking serious right now?" She said, her head twisting to look at the man with a damning glare.





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