Even as the sun began to set, shadows beginning to grow and claim the day, the two continued. Back and forth, using the roof-top as a sparring-deck. Every advantage he could find over her, he took. And vice-versa. The flash of a blade, the sparks of a flame, both weapons that barely touched the opposer.
The elder had height, strength, and years of experience on his side. He didn't, however, have the stubborn upholding of the Fox.
The Mutt tossed a manuntok her way. She ducked, taking the bait, and he thrust a fist into her side.
soro stumbled back, losing her balance and falling onto the gravel that lay like ash across the roof.
The Mutt smirked as his opponent rolled onto her side, looking down.
"What about now, kid?" he said, kneeling over her. "You give up?"
"No," she growled. She thrust her hand up, tossing gravel at him. Instinctively, Mutt blocked his face and rocked back slightly on his heels. The diversion latest a full second, and soro was back on her feet.
His temper heating to a boil, Mutt charged his opponent, flames lacing his fist as he brought it back for a blow.
Panic seized her, and instinct took over. soro extended her hidden blade and ducked to the side, arching her wrist defensively. Sprinting forward, she reached the center of the roof and turned back to face the angry apoy Mutt.
Her eyes widened as he whirled around and launched three consecutive balls of flame her way. The first two went wide, but the third brushed her shoulder as it barreled past.
soro leaped back. One, two, three back handsprings. It wasn't until she was once again stationary did the shock of the landing vibrate through her boots and echoed through her whole being, igniting the burning of the open wound on her shoulder.
She cried out and stumbled back, only to feel open air beneath her foot. Her center of gravity thrown, she fell back... And was stopped when the scruff of her dyaket was caught between the firm fingers of a clenched fist.
Grasping the hand that suspended her in the air, she was aware of the fact that the sharp blade of her hidden blade was an inch from his wrist. If she extended it though, she would fall. Or he could let her go of his own free will. Either way, she would hit the highway 50 feet below with nothing to soften the blow.
The soro was also aware of the blood that was dripping from the long cut down her captors fore-arm down his wrist, fingers, and onto her collar.
"Match," a stern voice called from above. She was roughly pulled back onto the gravel, hissing in pain as pressure was applied to the gash on her shoulder.
Despite the tremor of apoy that ran through her entire arm, she stood and straightened her posture to a respectful attention beside her opponent.
Staring down at his two youngest initiates, Raptor wondered for the hundredth time why he had thought pairing the hot-headed apoy Mutt and the equally stubborn soro Cub was a good idea. The fought each other well, but together... That partnership would destroy itself in the blink of an eye.
But... The way they stood before him now, at attention even with blood dripping from wounds they had inflicted on each other and, unintentionally, on themselves, was just another reminder that they had the same hard, outer shell that allowed little of the pain and exhaustion ipakita through.
Raptor cleared his throats. "Once again, a simple sparring match turned into an all out battle between the two of you. You both take these exercises so seriously to a point that if a refry were not present, one or both of you could end with fatal injuries."
Neither child showed any resentment against this speculation, both looking down at their ragged boots in shame.
Raptor sighed. Unfortunately, they had been only following their training.
"Good job," he praised. The initiates looked up at him, then at each other. A smile spread across the girl's face, a spark in the boy's eye glimmering with pride.
"Get cleaned up, dinner, then bed. It's getting late," Raptor dismissed.
They nodded and rushed to the ladder that hung off the roof and ended three feet from the alleyway below.
"And get Rilla to look at your wounds," their instructor yelled after them.
Spin-off for my latest artikulo series. I'll let you figure out who's who on you own ;)
The elder had height, strength, and years of experience on his side. He didn't, however, have the stubborn upholding of the Fox.
The Mutt tossed a manuntok her way. She ducked, taking the bait, and he thrust a fist into her side.
soro stumbled back, losing her balance and falling onto the gravel that lay like ash across the roof.
The Mutt smirked as his opponent rolled onto her side, looking down.
"What about now, kid?" he said, kneeling over her. "You give up?"
"No," she growled. She thrust her hand up, tossing gravel at him. Instinctively, Mutt blocked his face and rocked back slightly on his heels. The diversion latest a full second, and soro was back on her feet.
His temper heating to a boil, Mutt charged his opponent, flames lacing his fist as he brought it back for a blow.
Panic seized her, and instinct took over. soro extended her hidden blade and ducked to the side, arching her wrist defensively. Sprinting forward, she reached the center of the roof and turned back to face the angry apoy Mutt.
Her eyes widened as he whirled around and launched three consecutive balls of flame her way. The first two went wide, but the third brushed her shoulder as it barreled past.
soro leaped back. One, two, three back handsprings. It wasn't until she was once again stationary did the shock of the landing vibrate through her boots and echoed through her whole being, igniting the burning of the open wound on her shoulder.
She cried out and stumbled back, only to feel open air beneath her foot. Her center of gravity thrown, she fell back... And was stopped when the scruff of her dyaket was caught between the firm fingers of a clenched fist.
Grasping the hand that suspended her in the air, she was aware of the fact that the sharp blade of her hidden blade was an inch from his wrist. If she extended it though, she would fall. Or he could let her go of his own free will. Either way, she would hit the highway 50 feet below with nothing to soften the blow.
The soro was also aware of the blood that was dripping from the long cut down her captors fore-arm down his wrist, fingers, and onto her collar.
"Match," a stern voice called from above. She was roughly pulled back onto the gravel, hissing in pain as pressure was applied to the gash on her shoulder.
Despite the tremor of apoy that ran through her entire arm, she stood and straightened her posture to a respectful attention beside her opponent.
Staring down at his two youngest initiates, Raptor wondered for the hundredth time why he had thought pairing the hot-headed apoy Mutt and the equally stubborn soro Cub was a good idea. The fought each other well, but together... That partnership would destroy itself in the blink of an eye.
But... The way they stood before him now, at attention even with blood dripping from wounds they had inflicted on each other and, unintentionally, on themselves, was just another reminder that they had the same hard, outer shell that allowed little of the pain and exhaustion ipakita through.
Raptor cleared his throats. "Once again, a simple sparring match turned into an all out battle between the two of you. You both take these exercises so seriously to a point that if a refry were not present, one or both of you could end with fatal injuries."
Neither child showed any resentment against this speculation, both looking down at their ragged boots in shame.
Raptor sighed. Unfortunately, they had been only following their training.
"Good job," he praised. The initiates looked up at him, then at each other. A smile spread across the girl's face, a spark in the boy's eye glimmering with pride.
"Get cleaned up, dinner, then bed. It's getting late," Raptor dismissed.
They nodded and rushed to the ladder that hung off the roof and ended three feet from the alleyway below.
"And get Rilla to look at your wounds," their instructor yelled after them.
Spin-off for my latest artikulo series. I'll let you figure out who's who on you own ;)
Age: 15
Details: Human, white, english
Powers: Red lantern ring, Superhuman strength and durability, advanced skills, knowlage and abilitys.
Story: Kitanas always been different, madami angry than different. Her parents kicked her out when she was 5 and she was found and sent to a faster care home. Many familys came and went but she always ended up back at the care home. Over time she just got madami outraged at life and how to her everyone seem to think they were better than her. It got to the point where she had tryed to kill herself many a time but Kitana was always caught. Atrocitus, leader of the Red Lanert Corp reached out a hand and saw in her eyes the ture potenial her rage had within.
Personality: Self obssessed and over confident, hot headed and bossy and to be frank stuck up!
Uniform: (I'll draw and post a pic soon!)
"Quite impressive." A voice whispered in Revenge's ear.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed susunod to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.
Revenge kept his masked eyes forward. "Yes. Quite. You secured things on your end, partner?"
"Yes,"
"Good, now we let the two sides fight it out."
A van screeched up in front of Alpha Squad. Gas flew out of the van and in a few seconds, the entire team was unconscious. Masked men walked out and threw the teens into the back of the van.
Sam flew unconscious into the van. A shadowy figure landed susunod to the men.
"Missed one." the female said.
The men nodded and got back in the van before driving off.