Zephyr

Zephyr smirked and followed Zensei, swiping his card and entering the training room. He cocked his head to the side, listening to the voice that informed the about the shield. He looked at Zensei curiously, watching him punch the walls, and smirked. Well if Zensei wanted to get close enough to take a punch at him, he was very welcome to try. He looked down at the floor. Thankfully, it wasn't padded like the walls, but was probably reinforced as well. Zephyr leaned against the wall and observed the pixie for a while, establishing a relationship with the wood as he did so. Plants would be easier to call up that way. Slowly and silently, plants grew round his ankles, anchoring him so that he wouldn't be affected too much by whatever changes in gravity his opponent exerted. If Zensei noticed, it still wouldn't be too much of a disadvantage.

"Ready when you are," he said casually.

Reas Grimorea

Reas entered the combat room after scanning his pendant at the entrance and looked around stomping on the wooden floor noting that it was solid. He look at who he suspected was Mischa sitting on the floor and nodded to him before sitting down himself and pulling out his magic adapters to put back into his skates, "I want to fight a full speed, you don't mind do you?". As he did this he took in the details of the nocturn in front of him trying to think of a plan to counter the ranged aspect of the gun that he was toting. "At least we can go an bust up this room if we need to during our fight, right" Reas said as he finished plugging the adapters in and felt a rush of power as he visibly got more energize.

After Reas was satisfied with the function of this wheels he sped over to a wall and pulled his fist back and let go a thundering punch that sent a Shockwave up the walls of the room but didn't break them. "Good, good." he said in an almost whisper like tone before he started stretching waiting for his opponent to do whatever he was doing. The stretching Reas was doing focused mainly on his arms legs and back, loosening the muscles and joints in the areas. The human probably didn't look much to the nocturn but he was about to get a lot more than he could handle.

Rowan Delacroix

Rowan turned to face her opponent after hearing his deep voice cut through the silence, followed by the consistent sound of something burning. She furrowed her brows at how grotesque Leval had become. Her eyes trailed down to the rifle equipped in one hand. Stopping to admire its intricate designs was not going to benefit her during the battle, and she had no time to hesitate either. As bullets were propelled towards her, she proceeded to evade the line of fire to the best of her ability. "I must get to the cross...-" She side stepped with languid movements while scanning the wooden panels for the image she had drawn earlier. However, she came to the realization that she hadn't redrawn the conjuring circle when she had entered the designated training room. "Curses! How could I have forgotten?" Rowan came to a sudden halt and pulled the whole of her robe forward to obscure Leval's vision.

While she created a small window of time, she transformed into a bat, darting aimlessly around the room to disorient her opponent as she gathered her bearings. Tiny squeals emanated from the small winged creature as it dove towards Leval with great speed- Rowan appeared to be shooting for his head when in all reality, she was headed straight for his ankle. Her aim was to latch onto the limb with her newly formed claws.

Leval Lamrue

Rowan was moving fast, which Leval had expected, when she stopped suddenly and whipped her robe around her. Leval stopped the illusion from accidently hitting her and giving away the trick. He blinked, and where Rowan had stood a bat flew. It started flying rapidly all over the room in confusing patterns. "Vampire!" he realized with a flash. She flew up over head and began a dive towards his head, moving rapidly. 'No time for a Weave!' He raised his left hand above his head aiming right at the bat's eyes. "Sunlight Lance!". He called out using the same strong intonation he used when he announced that he was in some type of venom form. He activated his light to its highest setting in a narrow beam. Leval wasn't sure if normal light was that effective against vampires, but at the very least he hoped the sudden blinding light and his lie of it being sunlight would disrupt her attack. The beam of light burst through his illusions fanged mouth at Rowan.

Rowan Delacroix

The bat lunged at Leval at high velocity, drawing her wings closer to her body in order to maintain the speed. Convinced she would reach her destination successfully, Rowan opened her fanged mouth and prepared for impact. However, a stern shout followed by a blinding light threw her completely off guard. She attempted to stop herself before she collided with the ground. Instead, she managed to steer herself into the padded wall. The cushions prevented any further injury, and she descended carefully to the floor. "It's no use. I won't be able to get close to him at this rate." Rowan used the few seconds she had to gather her thoughts. Her vision was still blurred, but she was certain the effect the light had on her wasn't similar to sunlight.

Rowan reverted back to her bodily form. She remained crouching for a moment, a dark fog surrounding her as a result of her conversion. Now's my chance...! Using the thick smoke that obscured her for a few brief moments, Rowan sank her fangs into her wrist, procuring the small amount of blood she had in her corpse-like body. With the crimson substance, she used her dominant hand and coated her index finger with it. Shakily, she traced a very crude image of a crescent moon on the wooden panels. The blood emitted a faint red glow, soon replaced with a black aura that rose like steam. Suddenly, a hand rose from the ground and Rowan entwined her fingers with the spirit's. The hand disappeared on contact, but it's voice echoed in the back of her mind. "Be wary- that creature you are facing is very cunning. However, do not be afraid to face him head on."

Rowan closed her eyes and rose from the ground as the fog cleared completely. There she stood, a new air of confidence around her as she smoothed out her hair, now laced with a thick white streak passing along her right side. Regardless, she still felt exceptionally weak, especially after summoning a spirit for assistance. She raised her arms out by her sides and opened her eyes, revealing her gray irises that had gone pale, along with her pupils that had vanish. Rowan stood still, awaiting Leval's next move. "Come." Her voice carried throughout the room, prone to send a shiver down any weak creatures spine.

Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ

"May he, or she," Nodah grins. “After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready - they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed.” after the announcement, Nodah gestures for Desdemona to move first, “After you.” he says. She makes her way to the A rank line eventually reaching a kiosk, "Please swipe your identification card over the scanner." Following the instruction she moves her necklace past the scanner, “You may proceed, Desdemona Corcella."

The endless hallway morphed into the training room, Desdemona entered analyzing the design. "As you wait for your opponent, please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match." a voice states, “Good to know I won’t die in here.” Desdemona feels somewhat relieved. Nodah reached the chamber soon after, “You seem intent on winning,” he observed her competitiveness, "I take it you came to Rosewood with ambition in your heart." Nodah continues.

There was no denying that Desdemona was very ambitious. Ever since she was young, her family taught her to aspire for greatness, achieving anything less was unacceptable. Not wanting to disappoint, Desdemona made being the best her goal in life.

“I definitely have a lot of ambition. I came to Rosewood with one goal; to be the top student.” unaccustomed to failure, she had no intention to let this spar end in defeat.

Leval Lamrue

The bat careened off course, slamming into the wall rather than the floor like he had hoped. Her shield probably would've kept her from too much harm anyway. Leval hung back as a dark fog surrounded her, he had a few seconds to breathe and prepare for his next step. 'Step two: Attack' With a fast Weave, his illusory arms began to swell to the size of tree trunks, spikes bristling all over his arms. The green droplets of acid coating his body ran down the spikes, drippling illusory death on the floor. Leval turned his flashlight off as he prepared for his hopefully final attack. 'I'm sure glad that I limbered up for this. The dark fog began to fade and Leval saw Rowan's figure rise.

Leval was immediately on the defensive. Something had shifted about her, her Weave had tightened reinforced by strands of a dark, blood red string woven throughout slowly shifting its color to a pure snow white that connected to the streak of white in her hair. Her eyes had gone entirely pale with no irises, Leval looked slightly to one side of them. He did not want to gaze into those eyes for too long. "Come." The voice sent shiver's down his spine, dread draining the heat from his limbs. At that moment, Leval knew that his tricks for keeping her away from him would not work. The power of the confidence resounding in that one word, spoke clearly that she would fight through whatever trickery he presented to her. 'Can I actually win this? Maybe I should surrender now...' However, Rowan had asked him to fight with all his strength. He looked her dead in the eyes and said, "Let's finish it then."

He charged the waiting Rowan, lifting up both of his now massive illusory arms high above his head. He let out a bellow of exaggerated strength and power. Inside the illusion, Leval sprinted forward as fast as his quick legs could take him. When he was within range he had his illusion swing down its arms appearing to use all of its massive strength. Below, Leval dropped to his back, raised both legs to his chest and kicked upward at Rowan's stomach with all the strength he could muster from both of his legs.

Rowan Delacroix

Rowan remained resolute as her opponent's body charged straight at her, his monstrous arms swinging down at her with what appeared to be a lethal blow. Not one second was wasted while she stood motionless, observing the limbering figure that came barreling in her direction. Her focus was trained on the blow that was coming from above her, swiftly bringing a hand upward to deflect the hit. However, a sudden strike connected with her stomach, causing her to wince from the unexpected impact. Rowan had not expected this, and she skidded backwards until she stopped herself with her hands digging into the ground. In a crouching position, she clutched her torso in an attempt to figure out what could have hit her without any detection.

A kick? The vampire rebounded from her stance and dashed at full speed towards Leval, her arms tucked neatly by her sides in preparation for an attack. He does not appear to be fazed in the slightest- the time has come to change that. She became a blur as she gained momentum quickly. Darting from side to side as a distraction, Rowan finally slid on the ground to perform a low sweeping kick at her foe's legs.

Nodah Listig

“I definitely have a lot of ambition. I came to Rosewood with one goal; to be the top student.” Nodah listened to Desdemona's words, and nodded. "A valiant goal, to be sure. One you undoubtedly share with at least one other student in this school." Would he be forgiven if this duel did not end with Desdemona's victory? It would be a petty affair, certainly, but Nodah had spent his life handling spite, and it seemed everyone would be happier for it if they tread cautiously around each other. His eyes raked over Desdemona. Would she be a good ally? He knew not, however...bridges and burning, he supposed.

Decided, Nodah walked until he stood across the room facing Desdemona. One foot slid behind the other, widening his stance. He recalled the message about protective barriers. Mayhaps restraint is not part and parcel of the curriculum, he thought, thinking about the knives hidden beneath the edge of his shirt. He put a hand on his hip, felt the handles of his daggers, and was soothed.

Casting an aimless gaze around the room, he asked, "Are we meant to begin unprompted? Or is there an examiner whose arrival we should await?" His eyes settled on Desdemona, and they flashed yellow. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Does this seem barbaric to you? Placing two students in a room and pitting them against each other. Or is it merely necessary?" Learning discipline might not have been an intended lesson, but Nodah might as well preach it for all it was worth.

Zensei Zaza

"Ready when you are," Zephyr casually said, making Zensei spin around and hiss. He darted towards the far left side of the demon, coming to a quick stop when he was parallel with his scaly arm. Using gravity on himself, he blasted across Zephyrs pale face while keeping about a foot of distance from hitting it. While passing by, he strengthened his glow and threw some sparkles out at Zephyr's pitch black irises in attempt to blind him. Zensei had never done anything like that before, so he looked back to see if it even had any effect on the giant.

Leval Lamrue

Leval looked forward at Rowan, the attack to her stomach did not seem to be as effective as he might have hoped. He grimaced, breathing heavily after the heavy magical and physical exertion of the fight. Rowan tucked her arms in and moved forward quickly. Her body actually began to blur, she slid forward and delivered a sweeping kick to the illusory legs, otherwise known as Leval's skull. However, for all her speed she had to move a fair distance, Leval only had to roll 10 inches to one side to avoid the blow. Still, as he moved her foot managed to clip his shoulder, the same shoulder he had injured the day before. The pain that had subsided from the morning came back with a vengeance. He rolled away, his illusion leaping back ward to avoid the blow using the image of a spike to mask the blow that had connected.

He sat up, clutching his damaged shoulder. "So, left arm is out then. Lovely. Step three then." His illusory form opened its mouth wide, dislocating its jaw, mist pouring out in a sudden cascade filling the room in a blink of an eye. With that, Leval disconnected himself from the image of the huge figure and tied himself to that of the mist. The illusory figure stood, still clearly visible in the mist. Leval waited till Rowan approached the figure, then had it explode in a dazzling display of light and sound. Like a fireworks, the lights exploded into different patterns casting strange light through the room, each tiny spark popping into its own cascade of light. In the sudden confusion, he rose behind her and aimed his right fist to the back of her skull.

Zephyr

Zephyr couldn't help but be amused by the pixie's sudden ferocity, but stopped laughing as he was blinded. Dammit, dammit, dammit, this is why you're rank B in the first place. Don't be cocky. Thankfully, the blindness passed in a few moments. He saw Zensei to the right of him, wisely keeping a distance as he decided what to do next. Zephyr concentrated on covering the walls with climbing plants then, as quickly as possible since there was no need for stealth- Zensei would notice anyway. As he did so, he shifted his stance and the plants round his ankles with it so that he was facing the pixie. The idea popped into his mind to turn the room into a forest- lots of trees quickly springing up, one would doubtless hit Zensei had at least stun him. However, that was an insane amount of effort and energy needed, and Zephyr had never tried anything like that before. He'd probably end up tired and at a disadvantage, with tiny little saplings waving their leaves at him. The walls covered in seconds, Zephyr shot a branch out towards Zensei, hoping to trap him.

Mischa looked up when he heard someone else enter the room. He saw a human sit down an attach something to his rollerskates 'so this must be Reas' he thought "I want to fight a full speed, you don't mind do you?" Reas said 'so he's going to move around a lot' Mischa thought as he stood up seeing Reas do the same and roll over to a wall sending a punch into it that sent a shockwave up the wall 'avoid being hit' he thought as he continued analyzing his opponent. if he's got speed and strength he's likely to be very melee oriented.

he pulled his rifle off of his back, lightning arced over the weapon as he charged a few rounds to start and he thought over his opponent 'so he's going to move quickly, he's likely got a strong or augmented melee, since we're enclosed in this room it'll be hard to keep away from him' he readied himself and his rifle and slipped into a stance that feigned balance in one direction. he looked at Reas and said "Ready"

Rowan Delacroix

"My attack was not very effective. Will I even be able to make a dent in this tank?" Rowan rose from the ground only to feel a dull throbbing sensation in her head. She caught herself unsteadily and brought a hand to the side of her face. "Just bear with it for a little longer..." The vampire shook her head to rid herself of the pain. Her attention was then drawn to the malformed human that appeared to be initiating another skill. A shudder went down her spine as she watched Leval's jaw shift abnormally out of place, and her eyes darted around the area when the thick haze filled the capacity of the room.

Rowan's vision was obscured by the fog, but she managed to keep her focus set on the massive silhouette in the distance. "Why is he simply standing there? Is he planning on making use of this smoke?" Rather than dwelling on what the enemy could be doing, Rowan made use of the new state and slithered silently through the mist. Just as she reared up behind her foe, the figure erupted into a chain of lights and disorienting clamor. "D-Decoy?!" She lost her mental composure as her senses were augmented from the sudden explosion. Rowan covered her eyes with both her arms and stumbled backwards, nearly falling flat onto her back. "I cannot see... my hearing is impeded..." She struggled to remain upright and an unknown force crept up behind her while she was distraught. A direct hit to the back of her head sent her body straight to the ground, already listless from overexertion. A groan of pain escaped her lips, and she lay motionless as she succumbed to the numbness that stemmed from the source of impact. For a brief moment, the vampire found her voice, which was very light and hoarse from the lack of energy. "I... lost..." The prominent streak of white faded to black and her eyes began to close, sleep threatening to take over her.

Nuna Mori

Nuna was excited by the battle to come, but why had she been paired up with an A rank? The joy of being grouped and considered the highest rank was overwhelmed by trivial thoughts. When given her rank, after the test, the announcer stated 'seriously' toward the end. Was this insight to the greater power she withheld, or her actions making amusement for the audience. Am I ready for this? I've been deemed to be a lower rank than what I am about to be presented with... Worried of whom and what strengths her opponent had, she nearly lost composure. She deferred from such a state with her confidence. If anything were to go wrong what's the worst that could happen. Whether it's a mistake or not, I know I'm capable of the test. If not, I've got charm. She was shamed once by obtaining such a degradable rank, which her family would frown upon, and would prevent any further chagrin starting this moment.

"After you have confirmed the opponent whom you will be facing, please make your way over to the designated training rooms. Be sure to have your identification necklaces ready- they will need to be scanned in order for you to proceed." That's my queue. Leaving the previous area with the projection of holograms, she walked briskly to the line to enter the doors. Moments after waiting for people to process, she was dumbfounded by the hallway that almost stretched further at first glance. Stepping forward, as the sound of her heels, hitting the ground, echoed throughout the hallway, it was immediately followed by another that led to her complete stop. She watched as a kiosk materialized in front of her, requiring the scan of her identification necklace. Doing so it retorted, "You may proceed, Nuna Mori."

The hallway walls revealed the room in which combat would take place. Sighting the cat boy, she immediately made the connection that he was Kuroda Daichi. "Please note that an individual protective barrier has been activated upon entering the room. This shield will assure your safety during the match, only allowing minor injuries during combat. You lose when your shield's health depletes and it's glow dissipates." "Kuroda!" She began dashing in his direction as she loosened the vine bound to her hair. It reinforced into a thicker state, as she swung it outward in her advance. She used the 'whip', intending to strike the boy in front of her, as her face showed vicious determination.

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Daichi sighed out of boredom as he waited for his opponent to enter the training room. He paced around the confinement, tracing his gloved fingers along the padded walls to get a feel for the room. He could sense the overwhelming magic pulsing through the cushions, indicating that there had to be some form of protection provided to keep the room from getting destroyed completely. While he was dawdling by the edges of the small training quarters, the door materialized behind him and the silence of the pristine room was broken by the obnoxious clacking of heels, followed by an excited "Kuroda!". The cat rolled his eyes and didn't even bother looking over his shoulder; he held his wrist out and allowed the vine to wrap around his forearm. "Took you long enough. Did'ya get lost on your way here?" A grin came across Kuroda's lips, and he tightened his fist around the succubus' plant that was snaking its way up his limb.

The Nocturne looked over his shoulder and flashed Nuna his typical aloof expression. "Let's make a little deal- you go all out during this fight and I'll refrain from using any magic. How does that sound?" The sneer on Daichi's face widened as he pitched the suggestion to her, turning to face the other creature completely. "-Not that I have a problem fighting you with full force." As he said this, the hue of his amber eyes began transitioning only slightly to an aquamarine before returning to their original color. At the same time, the portion of the vine coiled around his arm slowly started to crystallize into twinkling shards of ice. The trail of frost continued to spread along the length of the leaves, progressively making its way towards Nuna. "So? It's up to you, Nuna."

Leval Lamrue

Rowan collapsed to the ground, letting loose a low moan of pain. Leval stood, panting and drenched in sweat, his good arm still outstretched, and the other hanging limply by his side. In a faint voice, Rowan spoke "I... lost...". With that declaration, the white streak of color in hair began to fade back to black. Her eyes closed as well, and her breath made it seem like she was about to fall asleep.

Leval looked down at her, a door exiting the room had appeared at the far wall. He tugged the strings of the Weave, all of the illusions in the room withdrew back into his body. His actual form exposed, he raised his good arm to his mouth and bit the soft flesh of the outside of his thumb. His eyes still stayed up the weakened Rowan before him. He felt a sharp pain that was minor in comparison to his left arm, and blood welled up from the puncture marks. He crouched down and raised his hand about a foot up from Rowan's mouth, letting droplets of blood fall into her slightly open mouth.

Dᴇsᴅᴇᴍᴏɴᴀ Cᴏʀᴄᴇʟʟᴀ

Desdemona watched Nodah walk back increasing the distance between them. He stood in a combat ready stance, “Are we meant to begin unprompted? Or is there an examiner whose arrival we should await?” a smile appears on his face, “Does this seem barbaric to you? Placing two students in a room and pitting them against each other. Or is it merely necessary?” Nodah inquires.

Closing her eyes, Desdemona begins to recite an incantation. She felt an immense amount of energy flow within her body, and the whispers of the undead in her ears. A dark aura of strengthening magic surrounded her. She opens her eyes looking in Nodah’s direction, “Necessary or not, a brutal fight is always fun.” smirking, Desdemona puts one foot forward quickly lunging towards Nodah. As she gets closer, she moves her fist aiming to strike his face.

Rowan Delacroix

The vampire knew she was losing grip of her consciousness. With half-lidded eyes, Rowan felt as if the the room around her had dropped severely in temperature. The original color of her irises returned along with her pupils. However, their tone was dull and lacking in their usual sheen. Her eyelids drooped even further as the coldness loomed over her, causing her to shiver ever-so-slightly. She was so drained of energy, she hadn't noticed the footsteps that had approached her just a few moments after she collapsed; the strides were significantly lighter than the previous creature's.

The creaking of the wood beneath the other's feet managed to keep Rowan from slipping into a deep sleep. The movement coming from beside her came to a gradual stop, and the room was filled with silence once again. After what seemed like a lifetime, a bead of something warm dripped right between her parted lips and into the small space. A very palatable taste filled her mouth, something savory that she had not experienced for the longest- human blood. From just a sparse amount, Rowan felt warmth sweep over her entire body. A few more droplets filtered into her mouth, which she lapped up eagerly. The heaviness that weighed her down was lifted in an instant when such an exquisite sweetness spread throughout her.

The small sample of blood triggered her thirst once again, except she was far too unstable to be able to control her senses. "More." Rowan whispered frantically as she blindly reached for the source of the liquid. Her hand latched onto the Leval's wrist and she hoisted herself upward in one swift motion. Without so much as asking his consent, the vampire tightened her grip on the human's arm and pulled the wounded hand to her lips. She licked her lips hungrily before running her tongue along the teeth marks he had made. All of her attention was focused on the alluring meal before her, her mind clouded with the desire for Leval and his blood. Rowan proceeded to sink her fangs into the clammy palm after prepping the smooth surface with her saliva, easily breaking the skin to create two streams of the crimson substance she usually abstained from drinking; she consumed the blood without hesitation due to her lack of self control.

Leval Lamrue

"More." Rowan reached out with frantic speed and gripped his wrist, pulling herself up with more strength than he could believe she held in her small frame. She went over the marks he had made, and bit into his palm searching for more of his blood. Leval winced, but remained motionless, waiting. Rowan continued to drink, and he began to feel a little lightheaded, the room beginning to gently spin around him. She seemed to be recovering her strength rapidly as she drank. Idly, Leval wondered, 'What must it be like to live like that?'

There was a sound of tech charging up and a green barrier pushed out from Leval's skin, gently pushing the hungry Vampire away from her meal. The annoucement had said it would prevent major injury and death, of course it would help against blood loss as well. The stream of crimson running down his hand trickled down to a thin line before eventually stopping all together. He ripped off a section of his shirt wrapping it around his injured hand. "Not the first time. I've been bit. Feel better?" He waited for the Rowan to calm down, standing in front of the door.