Squeebs vs Diar

[Captain Squee]

Setting: http://www.uplandtales.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/river.jpg

The sun is only a few minutes away from setting during the waning moon.

Bio:

Name: Mystro Kajiki

Title: Music's Demon ; Demon of sound ; Demonic musician ; Maestro of Hell

Alignment: Chaotic good

Race: Dragoon + Human hybrid

Dragoons, often called Dragon knights, are demons granted with physical aspects of dragons. Usually, they are ferocious and ruthless. They have wings, tails, horns, and other draconian properties. They stand just as tall as humans, and usually have the same amount of fingers as humans. Their skin comes in many colors. their eyes have various unseen hues.

The rest is human. However, when a dragoon is mixed with a human, the human half is the most shown. They have human minds, and in the nights of the waxing moon (When the moon is going from new to full) in the moonlight, the dragoon side shows. Their draconian properties show themselves, often causing excruciating pain in the hybrid. However, only 1bout 1/3 of their draconian properties show themselves. In the Waning moon (full to new) they do the same thing, but this time around, 2/3 of their draconian properties reveal themselves. During the new moon, they become a full blown dragoon until the sun hit's their skin.

Hybrids also are often given inhuman powers, usually being very unique and unheard of.

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Appearance: His skin is very pale and he stands at 6'1" tall. His muscles are well toned but not very large, he has the body of a long distance runner. His eyes are a golden yellow but light reflects off of them as if they are made of mirrors, so looking him in the eyes it looks like there is no coloring at all. Long black, untamed hair flows off of his head. He wears no armor, but he does wear several layers of clothing. there is a white undershirt completely hidden by his layers. A black T-shirt rest over that. This is covered in yet another white long sleeve shirt. All shirts under this one are tucked in and completely hidden. A white jacket with black trimming flies loose from his upper body. He has a pitch black cloth belt holding up a pair of white dress pants.

Bandages cover his left wrist and right arm. He wears black suede shoes that reach just above his ankles. These are steel toed. He always wears a porcelain mask that resembles his face perfectly, however it is all white.

Draconian release appearance:

Waxing moon: This is his most human release. He grows claws instead of hands. These tear out of his skin. His dragoon scales are not fully formed, but they act as chain mail. The scales start below his neck and stop just at the wrist. The scales are hard enough to stop him from being cut with weak force. The scales are mostly white with an odd black one here and there. They do seem to shimmer in the light, like little mirrors. What seems like should be horns are only starting to form on his head, and look like small nubs. He now has fangs.

Waning moon: This time around, he has horns that are full fledged. His scales are now harder, allowing him to prevent getting cut by a blade swung with moderate force. He would still feel the impact though, and it is not impossible to cut him. His claws are now sharper His scales still do not cover his face, however now the all white scales have a black design of a rose vine, but no rose. Instead, the thorny looking design simple wraps around his entire body. But not half of his hand is covered in scales and his eyes have become completely yellow, identical color to his full human form, excluding his pupil.

Full Dragoon release: The skin and scales on his back tears open and a pair of wings rip out of his flesh and unfold. On his cheeks, the scales have begun to form, but only the black ones, and all it is is a thin bit of the thorns reaching about an inch away from where his lips end. The inner half of his wings are bare skin and the bone structure is visible on the inner halves. The outter halves are covered in shiny black and white scales, imitating the previous designs. He scales on his wings are extra hard and can generally stop any blades with great ease. On his back, red scales have formed to show a rose. Reference this link

Personality: In order to get what you want, you have to kill. That's his number one belief. But he generally only fights for the common good of man. All he wants is people to be treated properly, rich or poor, people are people. But he will not fight the cause of this, instead he will fight the big head of power. Only if it is for the good of man kind. He's also not afraid to donate money and services to those that need it. He is surprisingly charitable for his looks, and loves to help out in the community wherever his services are required. But he also hates staying in the same scenery for too long, so he tends to move a lot.

He never has any regrets, even if he mistakenly killed an innocent substandard. In fact, he does not hesitate to kill hostages, only because they are in the way. He will ruthlessly cut down anyone involved in some sort of harm. If he were to hear about something happening and the bearer of bad news asked what he was going to do, the reply would be, "Every last fucker who had anything to do with this." That's just how he works.

As for his friends, well, he doesn't have much. Who he is willing to call a friend is under the same judgment as his enemies, so a betrayal would not effect him emotionally. Approaching him with insult usually leads to a decapitation, unless the insulter is drunk, or has probable cause. If he is being insulted for killing a close one, he lets it slide. The pain is understandable. His enemies are the people around him. He does not trust, but he is not paranoid either. In mid battle, he might trust a person here and there, but only temporarily.

First impression: It's hard to tell if he is good or evil. He always looks so light and full of good, but his face shows a blank and flat look. Even his speech is flat. His emotions are so hidden, it's also hard to tell what his true desires are.

Strength: Delivering a single punch to a single brick, the brick wold easily shatter. he can deal about 175/600 to an average enemy by putting forth some good effort in his punch. Lifting, he can lift up to 75 pounds each arm, but bench about 180.

Vitality: He's not used to taking punches. A single punch of average strength would cause him to take a step back, but not too big of a deal. But he might bruise quite easily. He does however had a very high tolerance for pain, so although it may hurt him quite a bit, he will have no problem continuing.

Magically, his defense is slightly higher. He can take quite a few average strength magic blows and keep going. In some cases, he will even walk right through them, depending on the spell.

Speed: After a nice build up, he can run just about 19 miles an hour. It only takes him about 2 seconds to achieve this speed. However, his sprint speed is just about 25 miles an hour.

Stamina: At a jog, he could go on for about 40 minutes before stopping, but in an all out run, he could go for nearly 32 minutes. A sprint would last a mere 1 minutes, so it doesn't give him a particularly large speed advantage.

Reflexes: He has had a lot of experience, so his reflexes to attacks is very fast, and to parry attacks is second nature to him, but he hardly ever dodges, so when dodging, he might be slightly delayed.

Weapon: He can use any weapon he chooses, but his signature style and preferred choice is to carry two identical swords. Both swords are double edged 48 inch long white blades with black handles, both handles are 3 hands sizes. He has no sheaths, instead when walking casually, he has his swords tucked through his belt. He never has seen a need for a sheath, he likes to show he has a real weapon. The guards on the swords are plated with gold, but they are actually made from pure iron, unlike the rest of the steel blade. They weigh just about 32 pounds each.

Abilities: Being a human and dragoon hybrid, the moon influences his changes at nightly hours. The different moons all change the effect on his transformations. During the waxing moon, the transformations are less cruel. Every single thing that transforms on him causes severe pain, usually causing him to scream, however in the waxing moon, it is not so bad and he can contain his shouts. After a lifetime of pain every night, you get used to it.

In the waning moon, more potent draconian changes occur. This also causes great pain for him, but once again, he can deal with it just fine without needing to shout, but he tries to be alone because he tends to thrash about and grunt from such pain. Now his hearing is enhanced even more than it already is from his other abilities (see below). His reflexes have also sped up very slightly. But unfortunately he now has a lack of self-control, so he has to try not to start things for the sake of himself and the people around him.

In the state of change that occurs in the new moon, he will definitely scream from pain. So much as every scale causes pain in his body, so the pain, even after 32 years, is ridiculously potent. Now he has enough strength to take down a brick wall with a single punch, and his attack speed was increased so greatly that he seems to be moving in a blur. Unfortunately he has also lost all mental awareness and has absolutely no consciousness during this change, and as a result will most likely kill, or wander off, causing him to awake in potentially nasty situations. His scales in this form are harder than metal, and can stop almost any blade. His stance is also so sturdy, to knock him off his feet seems like an impossible feat. (Pun intended) Using his wings, he can fly at the same speed he runs, but in this form, his running speed is over 30 MPH and he can run for about 45 minutes like this.

Sound manipulation:
Mystro can create sound at his will. Making small volumes of sound have no effect on his energy, such as making his voice. He actually has no voice. In fact, he lost his voice when he was stabbed in his throat, but he was lucky enough to live (see history) but now he just uses his special ability to create sound to mimic his voice. He can do several things to sound, and each one will be listed as a seperate ability.

Vibrations. Sound comes from vibrations. This can make him shake some things that are not well held up apart, but this usually cannot cause buildings to collapse. This would only really be effective in making sand castles fall apart to be honest. But the other factor to this is that he can make his swords "sing" by making them vibrate. This could make a stab or cut much more lethal. Doing this at a hearable volume for 20 minutes would make him feel out of breath, as if he had just gone on a one mile jog, but he can keep going.

Volume enhancement. He can take an already made soundwave and make it louder and bigger. Example an electric guitar not being plugged into an amp can have it's volume enhanced for a concert worthy level by his power. This only drains a small bit less than creating the vibrations. This includes his voice, so he can literally scream out a whisper.

Sound touch. He can stop a soundwave with his hand, effectively stopping it before even hitting him. The sound dies shortly after he stops it. He can also send a soundwave back where it came from by striking it with his body, not his blades. Both of those cause impact on his hand that could potentially break his fingers, and there is no way to stop it, nor is there a way to know if it will happen. However, this next part of this ability drains energy instead of harming him. He can grab onto a soundwave of a volume great enough and ride it as far as he desires. each ride costs the same amount of energy, and in the daytime, he can only use this 4 times before being fully drained. However, during the waxing moon he can use this 6 times, in the waning moon, 8 times, and on the new moon, 15 times.

Soundwaves. He can make them without needing a solid or any material to vibrate, only something to carry it. He can make this any volume he chooses and he can also make the soundwave from any point around him. He has to look at the point that will be the center of the wave and then, it fires when he wants, so long as he is looking at it. But where he looks only matters for direction, he can choose the depth he chooses the soundwave, but he can only do this if it is within a 25 foot radius. One soundwave of volume enough to fuel an outdoor concert would only be able to be created at maximum 3 times in every form. This is because not only does it take energy, but it also takes a toll on his body. These soundwaves, he cannot catch or touch, so they strike him as well, but probably not as bad as the initial target. This also takes a toll on his hearing.

Sound Demon. His power is suddenly enhanced. Now he can make only single body parts ride any volume soundwaves, usually making light soundwaves from his hands to make it as though he is punching at incredible speeds, or even cutting. This lasts just about 60 seconds, plus or minus, depending on his mindset, in every form, other than the new moon. In the new moon it lasts about 90 seconds. However, this is not without a horrible price. After using this, he can no longer make any soundwaves, not even his voice. he also cannot hear. This lasts for 3 hours after using this. Luckily, he has learned to read lips very clearly.

Magic: None

Other skills: He can read lips.

History: Born eldest in a family of 4 kids, he always had to do the babysitting. But he didn't hate it, he simply did as he was told. He was knowledgeable enough to take care of his younger brother and sisters. But he decided to get out of the house as soon as possible, and so he did at 18. He got a little place of his own and stayed there for quite sometime. Swordplay came natural to him, but he began to practice with other weapons for fun. He always has hated the idea of tyranny, and he hated it when people would bring social status into an argument. Just because you have doesn't mean anything. He began to start a lot of fights with the higher up classes. This included the rich and popular. Of course, he was on the same level as them at combat, and that got his neck stabbed once. He was lucky that it was just a short blade that only cut as deep as his vocal chords. That then made him lose his voice, but proper medical attention saved his life.

2 years later, when he was 21, he could finally speak again because he had discovered his powers. But at the same time, the age of 21 turns the full production of his dragoon side, and on his 21st birthday, his dragoon half showed. His lost sanity made him kill a few innocent people on accident, and he was dubbed a criminal by the law. As a result, he did his time. He was set to be a mercenary and do the military's bidding for 10 years, where he perfected his fighting style and combat skills. Now his name is usually well-known in some areas, but only by his title. He was set free at 31 and now he lives on his own, in an area that he cannot kill any innocent people. In the middle of the forest. For a year now, he has done this.

 

[Gaige]

Name: Avril Triglace

Title: None

Alignment: Neutral Evil

Race: Witch: The classic witch. They have a lifespan of several hundred years, aging 10 years for every hundred, and with high control over magic

Gender: Female

Age: 200, 19 physically

Appearance: Standing tall at five foot nine, Avril's posture is perfect. She can never be seen to be slouched or seen to stand in any other position than perfectly straight. Her form is slender and curvaceous. She isn't too thin, being of quite a healthy weight. It allows for acrobatic feats as well as blending into the crowd.

Avril's hair is white blond, but can be seen to be pure white in the right light. It reaches down to her upper back with a silky straightness, not a hair out of place. She uses an emerald green headband to keep this in place. Her face is a refined shape, with high cheekbones, pale lips, and an average-sized, hooked nose. Her eyes are a narrow, piercing dark blue, with long, white eyelashes and thin eyebrows. Her complexion is pale, with no freckles or acne marring her proud looks.

Attire: Avril wears a green, waist length robe with long white sleeves that stretch down to her wrists. The robe is made of a soft, comfortable material that is smooth, yet durable. She also wears a knee length skirt of the same material in white. It has been embroidered with gold lace to add an appearance of elegance. Finally, to complete the arrangement, Avril wears a pair of knee high brown leather boots, in stark contrast to the rest of her rather refined appearance.

A single white gold ring sits on the ring finger of her right hand. It is engraved with ancient symbols for power, age and wisdom. It is studded with a single glimmering amethyst.

Armor: Avril wears a silver set of armor. To start, she wears a torso guard that starts at her neck and extends down to her waist, studded with ringlets. She also dons a pair of silver gauntlets on her hands, and a pair of silver greaves reaching up to her knees. She forgoes wearing a helm. The reason for this is explained in her personality.

Personality: Avril has no emotion whatsoever. She has no individual will, or desire, other than destruction. This is her sole goal in life, to see all die by her own hand. The best way to describe her would be amoral. She does not care who she hires, who she gets onside, or who she kills, so long as she can see her goal for destruction sated.

However, she is very tactical. She does nothing if it does not further her goals. She would not simply kill one person for pleasure. She desires destruction on a grand scale, and so small acts of violence don't do it for her. As such, she only acts when it furthers her goals. She is quite a hard person to read and her actions can be unpredictable, and her short-term goals ever changing.

She does, however, have her proud side. This is her reason for not wearing a helmet in battle. She wants her enemies to see her face as she ends their lives. She considers herself an Angel of Destruction, and, while she isn't an outright sadist who enjoys pain, she revels in the fear of those who die by her hand and will take in their terror before she ends it. This proud side can cause her to make the occasional rash decision, and cost her dearly. This is her one flaw.
However, she is very intelligent and wise beyond what her young appearance would suggest. She has knowledge of the past, and power, and magic, and will use that to her advantage. Some of the spells she knows are ancient, and she uses these lesser known spells to her advantage. This is another aspect of herself that she is proud of.

First Impression: She is not very intimidating to look at, being rather ordinary and able to blend in with the crowd. She has nothing that really makes her stand out aside from her ring, and only an avid collector would even notice that.

However, her voice is chilling, utterly emotionless, and it is this that would stand out in a quiet room, and quiet a noisy room. She has little to no emotion in her voice at all times, yet it can be as loud or as soft as she wishes. She can enrapture a room with her voice.

Strength: She has little strength. The most a punch to the face from her could do is stun. It could rarely do any lasting damage.

Vitality: Avril can take very little physical punishment. Her armour can't take much more than one or two blows from an axe or greatsword, and after that, she has general human weakness when it comes to physical attacks.

Speed: Avril can run at 30mph in short bursts.

Stamina: The longest she could possibly run at her full speed would be two minutes, before requiring a few minutes to catch her breath. She can go on fighting for 7 minutes if only using physical assaults. If magical, until she is drained.

Reflexes: With her superior speed, Avril can dodge swords and arrows until she tires.

Fighting Style: The current form her weapon is in defines her fighting style. With short range weapons, such as rapiers and axes, she pursues a rapid fighting style and focusses more on tiring the enemy out with speed over brute force.

With longer ranged weapons, such as javelins and a bow and arrow, her one goal is to keep distance from the enemy so that she can launch an attack with distance.

Weapons: Delano, an ever changing weapon she can summon from the air. She can shift the structure of it with her magic and turn it into whatever weapon she desires. The energy cost will be detailed in Magic.

Magic:

Fire Whip: Conjures a whip of fire to whip at the enemy to both deal 3rd degree burns and to take objects from her enemy. Removes 5% of her energy to form.

Cast time: Instantaneous
Solid Fire: Formation of a ball of fire to hurl at the enemy, causing third degree burns and capable of setting the enemy alight. About the size of a child's fist. Can be charged for longer to become as large as an adult male fist. 5% drain. 10% energy drain charged.

Cast Time: 3 seconds. 5 seconds charged

Ice Bullets: Chills the air and freezes water droplets to form bullets of ice to propel towards the enemy at high speeds, shattering on contact most of the time but capable of piercing the body, causing the damage of a bullet. 5% energy drain.

Cast time: 6 seconds

Freezing Point: Lowers the temperature to a level humans cannot survive at to a one metre radius, while encased in her own heat bubble.Only she can fit into this heat bubble. 5% energy drain.

Cast time: Instantaneous

Earth Spike: Raises spikes from the ground and sends them at high speeds to impale the enemy. A 3 centimeter spike would do the damage of a very small dagger.She can form anything up to the size of a shortsword, and itdoes approriate damage for the size of the weapon it mimics. She can mimic a dagger, a small spear, or a shortsword. 5% energy drain.

Cast Time: 5 seconds

Rend: Opens a chasm in the earth around 2 metres wide. The chasm begins to open immediately, but is not opened until about 15 seconds after the cast finishes. However, after those first 10 seconds, distracting/hurting Avril will not prevent the chasm from opening. 15% energy drain

Cast Time: 10 seconds

Shine: Generates a huge pulse of light that is blinding to the human eye. 200cm area of effect. Blindness lasts about five seconds. 1% energy drain

Cast Time: 2 seconds

Beam of Light: Sends out a single beam of light about the size and damage of a small dagger. Particularly damaging to beings of the dark. Does approximately the damage of a thriowing knife to those not of the dark. 5% energy drain

Cast Time: 3 seconds

Dagger of Darkness: Like the Beam of Light, but of the Darkness element. Particularly damaging to beings of the light. Does approximately the damage of a throwing knife to those not of the light. 5% energy drain

Cast Time: 3 seconds

Telekinesis: The movement of objects with her mind. Anything larger than a human is too heavy for her mind. 5% energy drain

Cast Time: Instantaneous

Telepathy: Reading her opponents' minds. She can only focus on one at a time. Energy drain and cast time depend on mental resistance of the target. If there is no mental resistance, she can stay in the target mind for up to a minute, each 15 seconds draining 20% of her energy. After she is lowered to 20%, she cannot use this any longer. In a mind with mental resistance, she loses twenty% of energy for every 5 seconds she spends in the mind, meaning she can spend a maximum of 20 seconds in her target mind, and whatever she gets will usually be fragmented.

This ability will never be used without the specific permission of another RPer.

Delano: Shifting her weapon into another form. 5% energy drain per shift.

Cast Time: 2 seconds

Force Field: Forms a shield that can take two bullets, two sword swings, a small explosion, or a single high level magical spell. Upon breaking, it drains 5% of his energy.

Cast Time: Instantaneous

History: Born to a working class family in the 1800s, Avril led a relatively uninteresting life. She was pulled out of school early to work from home with her mother, as most women/girls in that era did not continue with their education.

However, her education in home-making ended abruptly as a plague struck when she was 18, forcing her to grow up extremely fast. First it struck down her mother who was the main houseworker, meaning that Avril had to step up and take the role. But then her father died and Avril was the only adult in the home. One by one her brothers and sister died, and eventually Avril succumbed to the disease.

Outside in the plague ridden streets, Avril let out a delirious cry for help to any god or demon who would hear her, and was there and then transformed into what she is today, an ammoral monster with a lust for destruction. Since that day, she has been a morally devoid individual who lives off destruction.

 

[Captain Squee]

What luck. It was approaching night time hours and it was the waning moon. Mystro was on an island that was sitting in the middle of a river, sitting at the shore. There was a light breeze. He was watching the sun go down. As beautiful as the sky usually was in these situations, he still hated to see the sun fall. Especially during the new moon. But he was not home either. He didn't live near a river.

A light breeze blew across his face and let his hair flow lightly. His reflective yellow eyes were gleaming at the sunset. Just a few minutes now. His swords were set down at his sides. He wasn't exactly expecting to need them, but he took them wherever he went just in case. The military made him a hard man to defeat, and his personality made him hard to stop once he had his mind set. That's just who he was.

Right now he had nothing in his mind. His head was slightly tilted back and his hands were holding him up as he sat down. If you listened you could hear the water flow through the area. It was a beautiful place indeed.

 

[Gaige]

Feet crunching on soggy grass, the young woman traipsed through the waterlogged island. Closing hr eyes and breathing in the sea air, she looked up, brushing her long, wavy white blond hair out of her eyes. The sun was setting, giving way to the night, casting an orange glow over the many islands, and dyingthe water a shade that was almost bloody crimson.

Someone had settled here. A person who threatened the balance of power. Someone who was of good by nature, yet someone who was also of chaos. They grasped both extremes. Chaos, the sheer wildness of defiance, and good, following morality and selfless means to accomplish their goals.

How disgusting.

They had to be eliminated. And it would be Avril who would take their equilibrium imbalancing life. And snuff it out. Fixing her headband, she continued onward, ready to find the man she had decided was her opponent and end his miserable life. Equilibrium would be restored. Evil needed that slight imbalance. Thrived on it. She wanted to... no, was obliged to keep that imbalance constant, was she not?

Spying the man from afar, she put her hand on the hilt of her sword and cleared her throat to draw the man's attention. She had some semblance of honor. She wouldn't ambush the man she was going to kill. Avril would give him a chance to prepare himself.

"Hmmm." Avril cupped her chin in one hand as she sensed his power. This wasn't an ordinary human. She couldn't quite tell what he was. There was human in there, yes. But there was something more. Something Avril couldn't quite comprehend. Powerful, even if she couldn't quite pinpoint its origins.

Either Avril Triglace or her opponent would die tonight, under the light of a new moon. Drawing Delano in its rapier form, she waited for the adrenaline of battle. The heat of conflict. A beautiful bloody dance of death and balance.

 

[Captain Squee]

As he was Dreaming distantly, he heard a female from behind him clear her voice. His eyes widened for a moment and he turned his body while still sitting to look at her. She looked like she was young. Seemingly a bit too young for him to fight, but clearly she wanted to fight. Maybe he wouldn't kill her. She's so young it's not fair.

He slowly stood up and grabbed his swords. He didn't hesitate to grab them both and get both ready for battle. If he was going to fight anyway, he might as well do it before the sun fell. He slowly turned around.

"Why didn't you take me out when I was unsuspecting?" He Then made his blades sing with sound. If her eyes were sharp enough, she might even be able to see it. "Let's get this over with before the sun sets the rest of the way, else I can't guarantee your life."

 

[Gaige]

Avril tilted her head to one side. He underestimated her. Fascinating. Still, he drew his swords, ready to fight, even if he didn't want to kill her. He was willing to fight. Soon, she would drive him to full strength. That full power that unbalanced her ideal world would soon hit her full force when he realized what she was and how powerful she could be.

She would begin with physical attacks. Speed would be of the essence for this portion of the battle. Rushing forward at breakneck speed, she rushed through the thoughts storming through her mind quickly. She would aim for a non lethal place to start with. She wanted him to feel pain and fight to his full ability. An easy kill was no achievement. This man had the right to fight for his life.

Sprinting forward, she raised Delano in rapier form and pulled it back, ready to use the momentum of her sprint and difference to attempt to wound him. Pushing the rapier forward as fast as she could, she jabbed it at his shoulder, hoping to pierce through to the other side. A glancing wound would suffice, however.

 

[Captain Squee]

It was impressive how fast she was. She jolted so fast he almost lost sight of her, but he managed to keep her in his view. For some reason, she wasn't going for anything major, just his shoulder. He hit her Rapier away from his body with his right sword and at the same time attempted to deliver a blow at her knee-level, trying to take out her mobility with his left sword.

When his sword hit her rapier, the vibrations his sword was making rattled on the rapier. At that moment he had amplified the sound to try and knock his foes weapon out. But of course, it would only knock it out of her hand if she wasn't prepared for a retaliation. Naturally, it probably would stay in her possession, but it was worth a shot.

For his other sword, he made it vibrate a little more and a little faster, this time it could be heard singing. If it cut her, it would hurt.

 

[Gaige]

Knocked back, she turned her body fluidly in midair, somersaulting over the knee blow to attempt a counterattack with a spinning roundhouse kick toward the man's face. An attempt to stun, and not much more. Her strength wasn't apt to do much more.

However, just after she executed the move, a second blade surged forward, this one singing a metal melody. Though she tried to avoid it, she could not defy physics, and was sliced across the stomach, opening up a flesh wound.

Landing on one hand and knee a few centimeters away from he opponent, she felt an immediate, stinging pain. More pain than she should have felt from such a small slice. How vexing. Standing up to regard her adversary once again, face calm, composed. The epitome of a seasoned fighter. She didn't want to show emotion in battle.

Hand raised in front of her face, Avril watched as crystals of light formed before her eyes, floating in front of her like the fairies of ancient tales. A tiny tinkling sound echoed through the darkening glade as the crystals moved closer together, gleaming brighter as they came closer to their fellow minuscule beacons of light.

As they touched, they seemed to fuse together, into once large sphere of light. Avril reached out a hand, still looking at her opponent, and grasped the enlarged body of light magic. There was a brief flash of light, and now Avril was holding a golden hilted dagger, a white aura surrounding it. She inclined her head towards the man she was fighting.

"Avril."

 

[Captain Squee]

He manage to hit her, but not what he wanted to do. He wanted to take out her mobility but her motions made her get struck in the abdominal area. Well, it must have stung since he was using a vibrating blade. He now was vibrating his right sword to a visible point, but kept his left sword a small amount, unable to be seen or heard.

The girl began to show signs of a seasoned fighter. He couldn't piece this together. How could such a young looking girl be so well seasoned in battle? Oh well, this wouldn't last much longer. roughly 2 minutes left until the sun would be completely gone. Then she didn't stand a chance in his mind. Even he had feared his power.

But she soon began to cast a spell. Mystro chose to sit back and wait as she prepared it. A flash of white seemed to have blinded him for a split second, but he quickly regained his sight. Next thing he knew she was holding a golden hilted dagger engulfed in white light. No doubt there was something beyond what his eyes could see about this dagger. No matter. He now had just under 2 minutes to finish this before transforming.

He began to charge directly towards her. He was running full speed and made it to look as though he would deliver a blow to sever her head but at the last second he jolted to the side with a rolling motion and fluidly attempted to cut at her ribs with only his left sword onto her right side.