[center][h1][color=red]Mephisto's wicked Training for the Wickedly Inclined: Princess Game END![/color][/h1][/center] “Alright, I trust all teams are formed then? Just remember, this is only for Mephisto trainees only. Phallic Tuna, you’re in charge of counting, remember? So you’re going to be running around the battlefield all the time. Besides given what happened during the last sparring, I ain’t set you loose against my other students. So chin up.!” Teacher Maskono waggled her finger at the masked student, who gave a grunt of compliance. “All right, you’ve got 1 minute to take positions.” Begin!”. -------------------------------------------- "Slamming someone unconscious is a valid defense?" Vittorio asked in a serious but unphased way. “Ahah, time for questions is out! You will have to find out.!” Suzume answered as she kept track of a Watch, while the Fallen One was starting to write in a notebook. The ghostly form that was Vittorio didn’t waste more time when the practice began, he’d spread his tentacle like wings widely covering both of his allies on each side. His expression cold and not currently having any emotion shown. His enemy was not Alto, neither could he go forwards being aggressively. So he began to do his best at defending the other two with outstretched appendages when the attacker would get too close to them. ------------------------------------------ Practice over. When the training had begun, Yuuto had immediately just sat and observed his opponents. Vittorio’s initial protection was enough for him to work out how to best approach the situation. When he seen an opening, he took it. He disappeared into the Void, casually bypassing their opponents’ defenses. After some tricky maneuvering (and assistance from Vittorio), Yuuto managed to launch an offensive on their princess. Having just appeared in front of her face, his offensive caused the defending Princess to break the rules by defending herself. Most would argue that it was a dirty tactic, but Yuuto didn’t care. A ninja used every tool at their disposal, dirty or not. Vittorio stood silently, slightly hovering above the ground half of his tentacle like wings had been torn off at the end of the practice, caused by Annabelle whom had resorted to physical attacks after noticing her poisons did nothing to his astral form. “They are not Alto…” Vittorio said as a matter of fact, to no-one in particular while facing Bak. Bak, for her part, was smiling, shivering, and trying to force down a batch of sick that kept trying to push its way out her throat every now and again. Her armor was coated in a sparkly layer of frost only marred by the ghoulish globs of poison that could be seen sticking up like molehills from various places on her body. Not that that was her teams fault. Halfway through the skirmish Bak had made the tactical decision to send Vittorio off to defend Yuuto and just tank whatever was thrown at her. Which had been substantial, seeing as pretty well 90% of the people here had a bone to pick with her. It had been a worthwhile gamble. They’d cleaned house working in tandem. “I-i-i-is go-o-od it was no-n-not Alto.” She said, the sound of her front teeth clashing against her metal lower jaw joining with the light washing maching machine like sound she made when she shivered. “You d--d-do not have to be so se-se-serious then, da? Have s-s-s-some fu-fu-fu-fun.” Vittorio’s ghostly form kept looking Bak over. Some part of her he found highly admirable, despite her being a part of this den of sin. “If you are not serious and strong you will die… or someone you know will die.” He answered the metal clad girl as he stretched out one of his tentacles out to wipe off some of the collection of frost and shrapnel stuck on her metal parts. “I have questions for you Bak.” He slowly turned to Yuuto. “Not for you.”. “D-d-do not be so m-m-m-ean, you were just wo-wo-woking s-s-s-so well together.” Bak said, while three others watched the trio. “I can't believe they got past you…” Annabelle sat cross legged, clothing shredded and covered in her own drying blood. She’d gotten carried away and bear-hugged a particularly… spiky classmate… before breathing poison down his throat of course. Her near unstoppable nature had let her run solo and wreak havoc -- until she’d come across Bak. The tank girl just wouldn’t go down- “This is your fault. You didn’t finish her off,” Gabriel told her. “Hey, I was trying to help!” “Who defeated us?” he asked. “The… ninja?” “Whose team was he on?” “B-Bak’s…” Annabelle’s head lowered in shame. She’d tried to go back to her teammates and help, but had gotten tangled up in Vittorio. Gabriel had then tried to help her… and thus Goldi had been caught out by Yuuto… and in a panic tried to defend herself, getting them all disqualified. “If you had finished her, their team would have been removed from the game anyway…” Gabriel sighed. “Well, it’s over then. I'm leaving.” He seemed calm, yet clearly not pleased with the outcome. “Leaving already?” The transfer student with the mask addressed the trio, as he dropped some medical supplies for them to lick their wounds. “Since this is not getting anywhere with you people, why don’t you try a different approach. See what went wrong, admit your own shortcomings and don’t do next time. This is called training for a reason.” Celestine said, a hint of annoyance in his voice, having had to sit in the sidelines. “Now where’s the forklift for Bak’s medical aid…” The masked student muttered, but then spotted the blasted figure of Suzume Maskono approaching the girl and lifting her in her strong arms. She was probably saying something along the lines… “You got too carried away Bak, you should pay attention to your health sometimes. Still, well done! You were one of the best princesses.” Teacher Maskono said, as he carried the wounded girl. “T-t-teacher, w-w-wait I can still walk.” Bak said, her insistence falling on deaf ears. She kicked her legs for a little bit, decided that was useless, and brought her hood arm up to her mouth and cupped it. “We w-w-will talk, Vittorio, I promised! Mr. N-n-ninja, thank you again! We c-c-could not have done it without you. Void w-w-wisdom carries day!” “You failed in defending as much as they did in attacking.” Vittorio said somewhat in defense of Annabelle towards Gabriel. “There were two to protect. Not one. Perhaps next time you should be the princess.” He said in a cold but honest voice before floating after Suzume and Bak. He had questions still for Bak. He lowered his head in a greeting way to Celestine on the way. Yuuto said nothing to either of his teammates as they left, and instead went home to report on how things had gone today to his parents.