Mystro Kijaki VS W

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I won't c&p my bio just cuz I don't feel like it.

Scenery: Somewhere secluded, in the outskirts of town. As for Mystro's current actions, he is in the process of finishing off a Xandrian. It is almost night, so the still visible sun is fading slowly into the horizon. The book that is no doubt that specific Xandrians book is on the ground, and Mystro's claw is digging into the Xandrians heart. Mystro looks furious, and his eyes are solid black and white, as his ability Of Heaven and Hell is in place.

Your choice on who posts first.

[Valkyrur]

Lol. I wanted to say 'because I felt like it, here's the character bio', but it's takes up so much space... So here's the link.

And I suppose I'll go first.

== W ==

And soon, night completely engulfed the girl and her surroundings. Tossed into darkness and the gentle glow of the moonlight, the girl seemed like her namesake, a bloody looking Wraith. Her crimson hair swayed with her every step, accentuating a high note of disturbing imagery. Even her ordinarily normal looking white coat only substantiated her ghostly looking form.

Her expression was that of dejection - due to self-reproach. The memory of the grisly murder that she executed personally was still fresh in her mind. Yet no amount of explanation, no amount of pointing out that he was 'Xandrian', as he called himself, could deny this truth. She was determined to seek revenge and achieve it, but she certainly hadn't been prepared for the consequences.

Sighing softly, she pushed past some branches to finally emerge from the forest she had been traveling in... Only to see a man. This man had long hair that reached down past his shoulders, and wore a sort of t-shirt that looked almost like the sort that dancers loved to wear. But W knew this man was no dancer.

For his claws were nowhere beside him. It was in the body of another. He was a murderer.

Wordlessly, W summoned her blade and sprinted forward, becoming a blur as she approached the man. Her blade swung into an arc as she approached, hoping to find its way through the man's neck.

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A dull impact. That was all he could feel. Something struck his neck with a killers intent, and it was definitely a blade of the sorts. Quickly dropping the dead Xandrian, he jumped in the direction opposite to where the impact came. He wanted to get a good look at his attacker. She was no doubt younger than him, but what surprised him the most was why she was attacking him. He could see that she was an Advent Human, like himself. Why would an Advent Human attack another, he wondered.

"I have a suspicion you are either un-educated, or you are sided with the abominations of humanity. Why do you attack your own kind?" Mystro said. His abilities hadn't fully manifested in his body yet, he assumed he would have total control over his power in a few years. For now, his skin that was impenetrable had soften, as for now his powers are influenced by emotions, being released in only the most extreme of states. Curiosity id not spike his power to become apparent. His claw hand also reverted back to normal, but his normal hand was still covered in the blood of his previous victim.

He would wait to hear a response before attacking again. Had his theory of this girl being un-educated been correct, attacking her might make him become what he hated.

[Valkyrur]

W kept her silence. She still didn't know whether or not to trust this man before her - this surprisingly handsome man that only encouraged her to continue her silence. No doubt, she wanted to refute his claim that she was uneducated, but her little 'education' taught her that it was wrong to murder, nevertheless.

She pointed to the corpse, before glaring at the man. Then, without speaking, she rushed forward, her blade raised in an attempt to stab him. If slashing failed, then stabbing should do some amount of hurt. Her blade was unbreakable after all. Though whether or not his skin would once again hold firm against her attack or finally draw blood was a question she sought an answer to.

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Re-creating a claw in his left hand, he chose to side-step to the right. Since it was his left handed claw, it was not very long or sharp, but it served it's purpose. He grabbed the blade as well as he could so not to apply enough pressure to cause it to cut him. His next move would be to pull the blade towards him, but not to stab himself, just to pull it's wielder to him and he would deliver a solid punch to her stomach, had things gone as he liked.

[Valkyrur]

The man didn't seem interested in responding, choosing instead to grab her blade and draw it to himself. It was hard for W to realize that there was going to be a follow up action after that. The man didn't look like he was roping her in for a nice chat. As soon as he pulled the blade towards himself, W forcefully removed the blade from his grasp, hoping to cut his claws in the process.

As she did that, she leaped into the air, performing a roundhouse kick from the right to his head. His left claw was already out, but what about his right claw? W found herself seeking an all out battle. It wasn't as simple as punishing a murderer anymore. She wanted a good fight.

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OOC: Terribly sorry for the delay.

Her maneuver managed to cut his claw, but only slightly. It was nothing he couldn't deal with. He could barely retaliate to her next move because he was so surprised, but he managed to coat the part of his face she hit with his scales before impact. This way, he would not feel pain, only the momentum would hit. When her foot connected, he was knocked a bit off balance but he had expected her to hurt her food on the contact of his firm and hard scales.

His retaliation would be to use this momentum, and he somersaulted with both hands on the ground and used his ability of jumping in an offensive manner, kicking at the girls stomach while intending to knock the wind out of her at least, but he could not see, so his accuracy was off and where it was hitting would only make a loud thud. His kicking power was his forte. Maybe he would forge some swords, or buy some later on.

[Valkyrur]

[OOC: No problem!]

W was pleased to have managed to land the kick on the man, but hadn't expected him to have changed the texture of his skin. The result was almost as if she intentionally kicked a stone slab - which definitely bruised her legs somewhat. It wasn't a big problem, but it did stun her briefly as she landed.

This distracted her from Mystro's next move, as he somersaulted forward kicking her belly. The kick was loud, but not as accurate as it could have been, which was also a relief to W. She landed on the ground with a thud, but quickly flipped herself back on her feet, then charging forward again, becoming the blur she was so famous for.

"Murderer," She hissed, as she unleashed a flurry of sword strikes, all aimed at creating small cut wounds to bleed him dry. She knew that he had the ability to transform his skin into some sort of hard material that was almost impenetrable to her sword. This was perhaps, her only way to get him off guard, aside from resorting to pure brute force.

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"Murderer" he heard as suddenly his foe had turned into a blur. Thinking he heard something about this somewhere, he shrugged it off. Mystro was smart, but he hadn't expected toe sword strikes to come so fast. He managed to fend off the first few with his hardening ability, but then he started to receive a few light cuts, he couldn't predict her strikes. Instead, he chose a different tactic. The next one he felt go in that was in a non-lethal area, he threw his body onto, making the sword cut deeper into him, however that wasn't all. He also hardened his skin and grew scales at the same time. This rendered any motion of the sword that was partially in his abdomen immobile. It hurt pretty bad, but it was all he could do. This way, he assumed either the wielder would lose her grip, or her tight grip would cause a sudden stop. Either method was good for him, though he may have been wrong.

To be safe, he revealed a tail that was at a height to trip her if she Ran by his back.

[Valkyrur]

As it turned out, the strategy that W adopted worked well. So well she was starting to get wary. This was why when she suddenly found the sword's motion slowed down by some tremendous force, she wasn't too surprised, though it visibly slowed her down. Distracted by the sudden need to use force to remove her blade from her enemy's body, she didn't notice the tail that was meant to trip her.

At the speed she was moving, it became a heavy fall. It felt as if her legs hit against some brick wall as she circled downwards to the ground, gasping as she did. Landing shoulders first, she felt a wave of pain ripple through her body from the region of contact. Her sword slipped out of her grip as she slid on the ground briefly, before using her uninjured hand to flip herself back to standing position.

W hadn't expected this brilliant counterattack. Turning to face the man, she gritted her teeth, realizing her sword was now some distance away from her, and she probably wouldn't be able to run as fast as she did with the pain in her legs. Nevertheless, she figured it would be best to try anyway.

Dashing forward, she picked up her sword, and then backed away from the man - at a speed considerably slower than before.