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[hider=Sisters, Even (Involving: Aoi)]
Hana’s compassionless gaze stayed on Aoi, as she rained slices and slashes over her; armor blocked her assault whenever and wherever spear could not. As such, her tactics changed, and she took a different grip on her longsword; as if, emulating a rapier. Suddenly, her attacks were lithe and swift; no longer the broad, brutal sweeps of a longsword, but the piercingly precise stabbing trust of a rapier. Aoi found herself backed further into her metaphorical corner, as Hana’s strikes began to feed under her armor, and twice found purchase.

Purchase found, Hana gained ground, and pushed Aoi back; back; back; back... until she slammed into the bulk of a tree, and was pinned to it. Perhaps, it was Longinus’s presence taking control of her emotions. Perhaps, it was her own guilt rationalizing that she deserved this. Either way, it was her own self-preservation instinct that kept her alive in this cruel contention of irony and failure, as she gripped the meat of Hana’s thrusted blade, as a inch of it sank into her left eye.

Nothing, however, could stop her from screaming in pain.
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[hider=The Final Lesson Begins (Collaborative work between Enkryption and Suku, Involving: Kuremi)]
[color=ffffff][color=6ecff6] “Before you stands a master one who has polished his craft for his lifetime while far from legendary status it is respectable”[/color] Okita said with a medium of respect for the person her master now faced. [color=ec008c] “He taught me everything I knew raised me when others scorned me. He is the one who stands at the end of my blade now. To think our match would be like this.”[/color] Kuremi said her hand shaking a bit before settling into a lose stance. This was her fight she would have to stand tall and face this. She would show just how far she went and prove her worth to him now! [color=6ecff6]”Men”[/color] She shouted her sword at the ready striking downward at the shoulder away with trained precision. [/color]

Kiriya faced his cherish granddaughter, the pride and joy of his training days, few and far between, with an expression that could be take as stern and serious on a living person, yet came across as compassionless and duty-bound upon the stone. His eyes studied her motions, took her in, and his blade lashed up to take, and brush away her downward strike; setting the motion effortlessly, uselessly, to his right; as he did, he turned his own hips, and drew the tip of his sword upwards to slash at her.

[color=ffffff][color=6ecff6] ”Jump backwards” [/color]Okita said calmly as if instructing someone guiding their hands as some would do for a person new to the sword taking their hands and guiding softly but making sure they knew what was going on. With a nary a word said Kuremi followed backing up before pivoting on her heel her sword turned sideways and stabbed forward with a skill that spoke of master in battle as Okita took to guiding her a bit to help her survive. [/color]

As if guiding her along, Kiriya tilted his rising sword, and blew its side aside Kuremi’s lunge; enough force pressed to the contact to knock it aside, but, not to open him to a smart attack. He couldn’t be sure if she was armed with a dagger or tanto -- anything that was short and fast to bring to arms. Instead, he seemed to be taking her for a tour of her own abilities. Still teaching her, even in the act of attempting to kill her freedom, and fold her into the many.

[color=ffffff][color=ec008c] “Grandfather….”[/color] Kuremi said softly her body moving through a dance that she hasn’t practiced forever however something was different she felt it was as if someone was guiding her movements still which she took as a sign of the supposed power that was being lent to her. [color=6ecff6] “Your grandfather is a honorable man even now his body so ingrained with such things is teaching still a master to the very end.”[/color] Okita said once more respect clear in her voice as she saw the man who her master called grandfather. [color=6ecff6] “I ask you will you give me control for just a bit I want to see his skills truly as a swordsman. I will a vow as a member of the shinsengumi he will survive to see another day.”[/color] Okita said her voice eager yet tempered with duty. [color=ec008c] “He won’t be harmed?”[/color] With a sense of tempered intent Kuremi knew what she wanted and agreed with a sigh words escaping her lips as if her she knew what needed to be done. [color=ec008c] “Install Assassin” [/color] Kuremi said as her trust in her new ally formed a contract and the full power of said ally was unleashed. A surge of power was unleashed as Kuremi smiled as Okita took control her clothes replaced with a short white kimono as her body was lightly armored with dark brown almost black leather armor. [color=6ecff6] “Let’s do this as two masters of the blade as true swordsman Ojii-Dono. I will face you as a member of the proud SHINSENGUMI! Okita Souji ready. “The coat of oaths our promise to protect and guide! the uniform of the shinsengumi!”[/color] She exclaimed as a familiar haori materialized on her her grin smiled smiled as the sword was replaced with a new one a bit longer but felt comfortable and right in her hands. [color=6ecff6] “Kiku-Ichimonji Norimune.”[/color] She stated once more as she gripped it tightly and switched into a new stance one that is both legendary and feared the stance of Hira-Seigan. [/color]

Kiriya shifted into a neutral stance; not too rigid; not too loose; neither easy to victimize nor gain advantage off. Kuremi’s transformation didn’t phase him, but he was aware of it -- only a foolish man would treat the boastful woman before him as a foolish woman. After a full minute of tension, he stepped to his left, and started working a circle around her... slowly fluctuating the distance between them, as he did. He seemed to be studying something about Kuremi, and found it...

It was only because of Okita’s “secondary sight” given by her overlain existence that she caught the weaved strike of the blade of her Master’s grandfather, the tip settled within the minute degree that made Kuremi’s blind spot. It wasn’t great, but it turned a full impaling of Kuremi’s right shoulder into a deep graze.

[color=ffffff]Taking the blow with a grunt Okita/Kuremi looked forward it seems she would have to use it. her skill made famous she hoped this wouldn’t end in tragedy. [color=6ecff6] “One silent step... Two steps infinite... Three steps, a sword absolute! Mumyo Sandan-Zuki.”[/color] She intoned quietly and moved her sword creating a blur as she struck three times in a single blow at the shoulder of her opponent. This was her blow, her skill that bordered fantasy and one that she could call hers alone.[/color]

Kiriya's skill went far for a human, was ascended by the Noble Phantasm that shrouded him, and yet, he was still bound to a set of rules that Okita defied through Kuremi. Her first step stressed his guard, her second step blew it open, and her third step found home; the silent victory swelled under the crackle of fractured and punctured terracotta, and the dropped sword. Kiriya's eyes studied Kuremi's, looking well beyond her possession, and straight into her core... before he gripped Okita's blade, and pushed it out without effort.

Taking a neutral stance, Kiriya set his hands to his side, and bowed deeply to his granddaughter and her guardian.

[color=ffffff][color=6ecff6] “A fine match…”[/color] Okita said as she sheathed her sword normally she would relinquish control however Kuremi was catatonic unable to bear to see her family injured. [color=6ecff6] “Still so young, so innocent.”[/color] Kuremi said softly at her masters state she may have went to far but her master needed to see it to grow as a person no matter how cold it was it was a needed lesson. [/color]

Kiriya maintained his bow, allowing them the freedom to pass him, and go forward. This would, more than likely, be the only time this would happen. Anyone else, and Okita's blade would have to go the distance, and draw the blood of unwilling strangers -- perhaps, fatally so.

[color=ffffff][color=6ecff6]”I know your afraid but your grandfather is a strong man he will survive.”[/color] Okita spoke she saw potential in her master. Her recent fight with her grandfather only cemented the fact as well with the right training she would shine brighter than any star. [color=6ecff6] “Know that I Okita will protect you for now my young master. I will let you rest but know I will set to train you this is your first battle and you did well but we won’t always have honorable opponents know this well.” [/color] Okita said speaking to Kuremi who was almost dead to the world and could only give a brief acknowledgement of the response. Walking out Okita stumbled out using the wall as support her stab wound giving her some trouble. It would be a long battle from here on out but it was a lesson in humility for the both of them. [/color]
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[hider=Headstrong Notions Against Reborn Inhibitions (Involving: Jin and Lia)]
Lia’s deft motion was enough to get her out of the charge, and her lateral thinking of enough to by Jin the time she needed to free up her Magic Circuits, and make her charge in. Jin’s motions, smooth and flowing, easily slipped past the weapon’s superior reach, and into its weakness of short range. As her fist impacted with Morimoto’s armored chest, the teacher was already reacting; his upper body extended, as if stretching forward to reach something away from him. As he did, he slid his right hand forward, and anchored his left hand solid...

Jin hadn’t an opportunity to relinquish her commitment, and Morimoto pivoted his entire body at her. True, the ji’s strength rested at its point; however, Morimoto was no soldier. He didn’t have a day of soldier’s training, a hint of proper spearplay, and didn’t use tactics that were common to what the delinquent was expecting; perhaps, that’s why the haft of the stone spear crashed brutally into her ear, and so cruelly shunted her head upon the root.

There was a chaotic spray of mana, as Jin’s reinforcement magic was truly pushed to the edge of regret -- enough that another form of magic struggled to her aid. Lia could see that her head bent at an angle that her body followed, as if everything was moving in slow motion, and Jin was picked up off her feet by the stone beam raging against mana layered her ear. As time resumed for Lia, she could only witness her classmate being dragged through the air, and slung at her.

No time to think, bodies slammed together, and girls tumbled into toward the school without a hope of control.

Morimoto reset his position, and hefted the ji behind his back; tapping it against his shoulder like a baseball bat.
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[hider=Unforeseen Flaws (Involving: Dorian)]
As Dorian landed among the growing fog bank, he took notice of three things:

The first was the bundle of girl that tumbled by him, as Jin and Lia came to a stop a little bit behind him.

The second was Morimoto, standing a ways off, and leaning on his ji, as he was bored -- despite lacking expression.

And, the addition of his fog bank added a new layer of obscuration to the Merry Duke's Forest of Windsor, as the third notation he’d have.

There were multiple new variables on the battlefield, now, and he'd little in the way of support for himself. Due to the “thickness” of the Mana that surrounded them, some had become visual to his trained eyes, and in the air, a visible trail of it leading from Morimoto to Jin, as her Physical Enchantment was crackling and falling. In addition, he could see a dense cluster of Spiritrons formed around her head like a helmet, and a clunky left arm armoring that braced Lia’s body from being all but crushed under Jin.

The girls were alive, at the very least; probably plagued by a massive headaches, and serious aches, but they could still help him.

Maybe.

Shifting, Morimoto moved to a tree, and punched a fist into it. He tightened, and pulled back on it. It was coated in terracotta, and he started to bang his ji against it, until a glorious buck appeared; it's body half wood and half terracotta. Morimoto was appropriating the Merry Duke of Windsor, much like an army general in need of resources would, and he continued to bang; turning the area into terracotta where the fog was touching the ground born of the Merry Duke of Windsor, and bringing in soldiers.

In the distance, there was a similar banging...
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[hider=A Merry Duke and His Runaway Bride (Involving: Noboru and Maggie)]
“[color=6b8e23][i][b]Anchin-sama![/b][/i][/color]” Maggie roared, as she bodily tackles Noboru's mom, and stared at him. “[color=6b8e23][i][b]Are you okay?![/b][/i][/color]” she asks, panicked at his stab wound, despite the fact that she'd an entire spear run through her abdomen. Maggie didn't even wait for the answer, as she grabbed Noboru's cheeks in her clawed hands, and pressed her lips to his wholesale. Noboru could probably tell, this wasn't the same shy girl that he'd barely known a day, but someone far more willful.

“[color=6b8e23][i][b]I won't lose you, darling,[/b][/i][/color]” whispered the phantom controlling Maggie, before turning, and unfolding their fan. “[color=6b8e23][i][b]Stand back![/b][/i][/color]” Maggie whipped her fan, and Mana gathered at such an incredibly rate that is was more of a burst cast than traditional cast; appropriate for the swath of flame that cut through the room, and mercilessly knocked everyone before her to the floor; all but melting them to their flesh core. “[color=6b8e23][i][b]Let's run away together, Anchin![/b][/i][/color]” she says, taking his hand -- Noboru didn't have a choice, as he was dragged by the Irishwoman dressed in formal Japanese attire from a feudal age moving faster than he could process at the moment.

Not to mention, In the back of his mind, Noboru could feel a series of disruptions in his Forest; coinciding with a drumming that started up.
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[hider=Fickle Destinies, Farmers Have and Historians Learn (Involving: Rebecca)]
Much to her chagrin, or perhaps, to her destiny, fickleness was the main course of divine guidance, as Rebecca bumped into the wooden construct of a young buck, and drew the ire of nature. An angered grunt escaped the beast, as it reared, and drove itself, bodily, into Rebecca shoving her out of the treeline. Landing flat on her back, Rebecca's sudden presence triggered the senses of her currently possessed friend, and Bill drew his short sword, as he moved to fold her in. However, before he could, he turned his attention from her, triggered by something else, and turned back to the gate; sword drawn, and rushing towards it as swiftly as he could.

Whatever it was, it seemed to present a greater threat than she had, as the soldiers, for all their overwhelming strength, had never once attempted to run to them. Since they had appeared, everyone of them had only marched -- or, if one could be hopeful, was fighting against their commands -- towards their objective, and yet, now, Bill had ran to attack something. Rebecca could only wonder what could be so threatening...

...before someone shouted something about challenge, glory, and honor, and Bill came flying through the gate, and sailed over her entire body, as if returned by a catapult. Rebecca saw him slam into the earth, ram into soldiers that were gathering to the target zone, and knock them over. In the gate, stood a lanky teen dressed in the armor of a Grecian warrior of days long gone with a glorious, yet simple shield, and a woman in a luxurious golden fleece toga with rose-colored hair holding a water gun in her hands, as if it were real...
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[hider=The Messenger Arrives (Involving: Roselynn and Nathan)]
In the backseat, Roselynn lied across both seats, as Nathan drove around the terracotta soldiers and their horses, as the city slowly fell. “[color=ffd700]I can tell, it's a Bounded Field, at the very least,[/color]” says the teen, as he turned into a new lane. “[color=ffd700]I'm sure Miss Dedalus can tell us more,[/color]” Nathan looked back via the rearview mirror, “[color=ffd700]Are you still trying to catch that female Nidoran? It's a 1% chance. Statistically, you shouldn't have even caught a female Pikachu and a male Pikachu -- much less, back to back.[/color]” Roselynn smirked, “[color=f88379]And, yet, I did. If I can roll two 3% chances in a row, then roll a 1% is possible. Such are percentiles.[/color]”

Nathan conceded, as he pulled into the school parking lot. “[color=ffd700]Autonomous Sentry-types,[/color]” he says, “[color=ffd700]Golemancy. That needs a lot of power, and a high focus.[/color]” Roselynn sat up, saving her game at the Pokécenter at the base of Mt. Moon, and shutting the app off. “[color=f88379]So, we're on the outskirts of the Bounded Field, then,[/color]” she says, thoughtfully, “[color=f88379]Alright, let's be quick here.[/color]” Nathan shuddered, “[color=ffd700]Into that? Couldn't we just wait for Miss Hotsuin?[/color]” Roselynn exited the car, and huffed, “[color=f88379]If she could answer her phone. Honestly, a young woman that cannot even answer her phone. What is the world coming to?[/color]”

Sighing, Nathan stepped out, and surveyed the area. “[color=ffd700]A single guard. It seems to be going for something,[/color]” he says, as the sentry was moving away, sword drawn. “[color=f88379]Hivemind,[/color]” Roselynn says. “[color=f88379]Eyes and ears connected.[/color]” Nathan shivered. “[color=f88379]Time to go to work,[/color]” Roselynn says, unlatching the latch to her water gun holster, as the sentry took notice of them. “[color=ffd700]Do I have to,[/color]” Nathan asks, “[color=ffd700]Surely, you and Madame Socrates can handle this? They are still human underneath, no? That's your theory.[/color]” Roselynn moved behind Nathan, and pressed a hand to his shoulder, “[color=f88379]A theory is nothing but. Aren't you my bodyguard,[/color]” her lips brushed against his ear, Spiritron Particles floating off them, “[color=f88379][b]my brave, little boy?[/b][/color]” Nathan glupped, as he felt the cool polish of the Colt .45 against his temple, and felt the click of the hammer drop into the ready position. He knew for fact it was just a water gun, and yet, Roselynn's Origin suggested it was all too real. “[color=ffd700]Y-Yes,[/color]” Nathan stammered, as he Materialized a Class Card. “[color=ffd700]But... if I fail...?[/color]” Roselynn smiles, “[color=f88379][b]You can't fail me,[/b][/color]” she caressed the trigger, “[color=f88379][b]Be brave for me. See your dear mother through this,[/b][/color]” and pulled it; shooting Nathan squarely.

Slumping forward, Nathan was surrounded by a swirl of Spiritron Particles, and found himself in the clad in the armor of proud Grecian soldier. Loudly, there was the clang of stone and metal. “[color=ffd700][b][i]Simpleton,[/i][/b][/color]” he says, almost beneath his voice. “[color=ffd700][b]Dare you challenge my brilliant shield with flimsy stone!? Dare you wage your masquerading steel against honor and glory!?[/b][/color]” Nathan thrust himself upwards, and raised the divine right that was Rho Aias. “[color=ffd700][b]Rho Aias falls to none! Nor does the glory of Ajax the Greater![/b][/color]” he roared, bombastically, as he sent the sentry flying back to and through the gate with a single heft of the towering shield. “[color=ffd700][b]Stand behind me, mother,[/b][/color]” Nathan grinned, “[color=ffd700][b]we're going straight in.[/b][/color]”

Roselynn chuckled, “[color=f88379][b]Such an heroic boy,[/b][/color]” and made a ‘lead the way’ motion.
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