[center][h2]Nikolay Ivushkin: The Imperial Fist[/h2][/center]
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Nikolay looked ahead into the empty space before him, mentally filing through scenarios that would be able to force him to move. Such was the play style of one whose power was to take absorb and emit the energy of attacks being thrown against him; Nikolay often didn't even move an inch while sparring as he was often completely focused in controlling his Noble Arms to the point of absolute single mindedness. He kept in mind the advice of their teacher: the key is movement.

But... that was hard to do. Not that it was hard to do, actually, but the powers of his Noble Arm simply favoured a static defense. He knew that his Fists had a limit... but what this limit was eluded him. No matter... maybe two gunmen would suffice for this exercise. 

And so, they formed in his mind's eye. All this time, though, his real hands were set behind his back in a rather relaxed manner. He had practiced not relying on his hand movements to control the Fists, rather using his pure willpower and imagination for them to follow his commands. In front of him, though, were two faceless figures, both of them wielding the all too familiar AK-47 assault rifles. They were of no distinguishable species; they were but grey shadows that moved like humans. Both of them opened fire with a barrage of bullets, which were quickly met by both of the Fists glowing green, absorbing every iota of kinetic energy that they possessed, resulting in the bullets dropping harmlessly to the mental ground upon contact with the floating hands. 

To the outside observer, Nikolay's eyes were now both glowing a ghostly stark white, signifying the kind of energy that his Noble Arms were absorbing. Once the gunmen had exhausted their bullets, they now brought another thing to bare: molotov cocktails.

Now, this was a dilemma. He hadn't figured out how to make the Fists hold two different kinds of energy at the same time, so even as the two figures prepared to throw their fiery gifts, Nikolay had one of the Fists use all of the kinetic energy it had gathered by sending it into a striking trajectory, releasing its stored power by pummeling the shadow's figure to nothingness. However, it was a little too late, as the other cocktail was already in the air. These Fists required a massive amount of willpower and concentration to use, and so, he wasn't able to use the other one to the fullest. It was here that the movement kicked in as he sidestepped to avoid the fiery blast that the cocktail would bring. Sniffling, the now empty hand flew back to take in the fire that was now raging in his mind's eye. 

It was quick enough. By the time the last remaining assailant was done reloading, both Fists were now flying towards it. The one that had taken in the flames spewed them back, vomiting out a stream of fire against it even as the other Fist slammed against its torso. 

When the simulation ended, Nikolay huffed. That was a tiring thing to do. Still, they had sparring next... Maybe it was best to pair up with the one that also had something similar to hands... who was it... Henry? Yes, him!

"Henry, was it?", he asked the big giant with a wry smile even as his right eye was glowing white while the other was a fiery orange. "I, uhm, maybe we can pair?"

[center][h2]Nathaniel Gregorio: The Blitzkrieg[/h2][/center]
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"Oh, hey. Look at who it is.", Nathaniel muttered to himself as he looked at the mental apparition that his mind had conjured. It was a grey ghost, a shadow of the mind's imagination that had no face or mouth, only a shape that was roughly humanoid. It had eyes, though, and they were red. And it was charging towards him in a manner comparable to a banzai charge of the Second World War.

Nath ran towards the shadow, waiting for the crucial opportunity. When it came close enough, Nath slid beneath it (there was an advantage to being short, see?!) and rolled up behind to fire a trio of shots from his Shock Bolter into its back. Still not satisified, he then fired a pair of electromagnetic blasts from his hands, making sure that the training dummy was truly taken down. This was a move that he saw in the movies... never knew that it would work. Surprise and size were at his size, then.

Now, it was time to spar. He was barred from having a ranged slugfest with Jordan, so he was now unsure who to spar with. Oh wait! Swords! Yes. Swords. Oscar? Yes.

Daintily, he approached Oscar, trying not to have stiff neck from looking up to the much taller white boy. "Partners?"