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about Bryan:
1. What would your sona do/say if they were told off by someone?
Depends if they were worthy of being killed by my sword, really.
2. What would your sona do/say if they wanted to introduce themselves to an interesting stranger? And what would that stranger be like in order to be interesting to your sona?
Hey, you interest me. What's goin' on?
To be interesting, they'd probably have a sword.
3. What would your sona do/say if they had to spend an hour with someone they didnt like?
I would do nothing and say nothing.
4. What would your sona do/say if they had to spend an hour with someone they did like?
Converse as friends do. I'd do anything for friends and lovers
5. What is your sona proud of?
Loyalty. That i'm a phenomenal swordsman is simply a result of that loyalty.
6. What is your sona ashamed of?
That my skills derive from genetic altering against my will.
7. What is your sona good at?
flipping around and being a ninja. swordcraft from short to medium range combat.
8. What is your sona bad at?
telling jokes
9. What is your sona's favorite thing?
protecting friends
10. How does your fursona live? (location, occupation, obligations)
Any city he comes across, ninja, protecting those that are close to him and not so close
11. In a short paragraph please explain your fursona's over all views, ideals, or philosophies:
Be true to your comrades. Loyalty is his main motivation. <is not applejack>
1. What would your sona do/say if they were told off by someone?
Depends if they were worthy of being killed by my sword, really.
2. What would your sona do/say if they wanted to introduce themselves to an interesting stranger? And what would that stranger be like in order to be interesting to your sona?
Hey, you interest me. What's goin' on?
To be interesting, they'd probably have a sword.
3. What would your sona do/say if they had to spend an hour with someone they didnt like?
I would do nothing and say nothing.
4. What would your sona do/say if they had to spend an hour with someone they did like?
Converse as friends do. I'd do anything for friends and lovers
5. What is your sona proud of?
Loyalty. That i'm a phenomenal swordsman is simply a result of that loyalty.
6. What is your sona ashamed of?
That my skills derive from genetic altering against my will.
7. What is your sona good at?
flipping around and being a ninja. swordcraft from short to medium range combat.
8. What is your sona bad at?
telling jokes
9. What is your sona's favorite thing?
protecting friends
10. How does your fursona live? (location, occupation, obligations)
Any city he comes across, ninja, protecting those that are close to him and not so close
11. In a short paragraph please explain your fursona's over all views, ideals, or philosophies:
Be true to your comrades. Loyalty is his main motivation. <is not applejack>
<Lilith cuts in> "What is your secret? What is it you hide? Tell me. Show me." <An eerie blue light begins to radiate from me as my eyes grow wide and I stare deeper into your soul.>
<Lilith's eyes grow wide as a sneering smile stretches across my face; blue lightning arcs from my body and etches a circle into the ground. A wave of energy radiates out from Lilith as the wind grows steadily stronger.>
I call upon The Lady of the Howling Gale to come forth and do battle hence for me!
<Lilith steps out of the circle and there's a flash of deep green light. A woman appears in the center of the circle and looks around, gathering in her new surroundings.>
LILITH!
Yes, Soullira?
I'm going to kill you this time.
Okay, after you kill him <points at Bryan> mmk?
<The woman nods and a hungry, evil smile crosses her face as she draws her lance and poises to strike at the ferret.>
Dear child, I challenge you to battle, hence from its commencement, we fight until death! Do you partake to fight the Ninth Lord of the High Sanctum? <The woman's voice echoes across the field as if amplified by the wind that suddenly began to rage around the woman, whipping her tunic and white hair around her violently.>
"Fighting to the death should be every fight. Ninth Lord of the High Sanctum, Soullira, i'm just Bryan. Some call me a ninja, others a sword singer. Either way, i don't plan on dying today." Bryan took his stance with his sword in front, pointing directly at the strange woman. He'd rather not assume she was all show, but ending this quickly would be absolutely no training whatsoever. Testing this woman's strength would be best.
<The woman laughs snidely as she feigns to one side of her opponent.>
I'll have to test him to get anywhere in this fight; it's not like Lily would summon me for no reason.
The girl forced the wind to push her faster than should've been physically possible and she swung her lance at the ninja ferret's back as she landed on the ground several feet behind him.
I stare you down, and then dash straight for you with my katana outstretch, yet across my torso in a defense position. "..." A white crescent was emitted from my sword, but the fierce wind makes it invisible to the average eye. This wind will be her downfall, and if she doesn't realize it, i will make her
I felt the energy of the swordsman as he began to push his power through his sword; That strike would be fatal to a mortal creature, I'm sure; I just hope I don't have to find out how bad it would hurt an immortal... Soulira's eyes flashed the radiant green as she forced the wind to take up her lance and create a false image of her as she side stepped the swordsman and drew her own sword to slash at the boy. She created several images of herself so that if he could faintly see her, it would give her a small advantage if he sliced through the wind instead of her flesh.
The way he's forcing the energy through his blade... it's almost like Ophelia. His sword must be of astounding craft to withstand that much magical pressure, but even hijutsu has its limits. I'm just glad my blade's unbreakable or this would be over faster than I can run across the northern wastes...
Soullira forced her voice to the ferret's ears and made it sound like she was in every direction in an attempt to confuse him, "Are you willing to die for your own beliefs, for your honor; or are you a coward who hides behind his sword?" She also pushed her laughter through the sound barrier as she ran to the side of the ninja and sliced at his legs.
When visual copies of the woman appeared, he could almost laugh. Ninjas had to learn clones to ever become mercenaries, and thus were trained on ways to deal with them. However, standard measures wouldn't work, and she may be waiting for me to use those very measures. He thought of something clever.
"..." I stab my sword into the ground and it erupts all around him, also creating tremors in the area directly around him. The rocks and soil that shot up whipped around in the wind, yet also partially blocked me from view. I leap in to the air as i say "..." and spin furioiusly, drilling in the ground as i fall to the ground. I appear a few yards to the left, rocketing from the earth skyward, then land gracefully.
"..." oh yeah, she can't hear my words...
Soullira definitely wasn't expecting the earth to suddenly tremble the way the boy had made it, even as she used the wind to right herself, she had a terrible time holding her ground. She paused for a moment to think what to do as the wind whipped little bits of debris around her. The wind easily tells me where he is, but I think I pushed him too far, too fast. It would also be nice to be able to poke fun at how he had to yell out his attacks, anyone ever heard of subtlety?
Soullira caught herself on a gust of wind and flew straight into the air at a blazing speed, she was several hundred feet off the ground when she started sailing back towards the trembling earth. Her eyes flashed a dull green light and the torturous gale subsided within seconds and soon the sound began to flow over the encapsulated area once again. Soullira braced for impact as she fell with incredible force to the ground; using a slip stream of wind to push her down faster, Soullira slammed into the ground with enough energy to almost nullify the earthen tremors.
The woman stood and sighed as her lance fell into place behind her, still held aloft by her magic. She moved into a counter position and waited calmly for her opponent to regain his wits.
The wind dissipated, and the dust settled, leaving a stand-down that the possessed boy must find amusing. I notice a slight pain onmy left leg and notice a long cut, maybe half an inch deep.
"Alright, I think we've each warmed-up. I've just done attacks from my lower half of my arsenal. And I doubt you were going all out either. You'd be more tired. Let's fight as equals, adversary."
Bryan closed his eyes, and made a connection with his sword. He allowed his own energy to flow with the sword, as the higher numbered attacks required his own energy as well.
He took a strong forward stance and spoke "number sixty four, Ice Formation!" From where his stood, large icicles of glacial ice formed along a line in front of him. It swiftly advanced toward the defending swordsman, and if she stayed where she was she would be frozen for decades, perhaps centuries. However, that wasn't the end of it. Bryan leapt high in the air as part of an extended backflip. at the peak of his ascent, he muttered "Number Seventy-six, Lightning Storm". As he fell into the hole he first came out of, dark clouds quickly manifested above the battlefield, and bolts of lightning shot down from the heavens with no target in mind. The glacial line was struck and deadly shards rocketed every which way.
Safe in the hole, i used drill yet again and tunneled through the ground, and drill upwards well behind where i expect you to be, and then say "Number Sixty-one, Crescent Gash" A much larger arc was sent from the obsidian katana, and faster than the weaker crescent slash.
<<i provided plenty of action and opportunities, i hope>>
Soullira used the wind to throw her lance and basically create a shield in front of her, easily deflecting the shards of ice that were hurtling toward her. Soullira's eyes flashed a deep green light and the storm cloud blew away in a small gale she forced to form.
Soullira stepped a handful of paces to the side and the ground where she had been standing exploded with an overly loud bang. Soullira waited patiently for her opponent to surface again as she poised for a counter strike.
<<I'm going to be a bitch and make you actually have to fight with your sword instead of annoying hijutsu that reminds me of pokemon and digimon at the same time >.> "" <.< I'm just going to counter your attacks and see where this gets me... I'm actually fighting with a mediocre sword slinger... she is a lancer after all... if you want the best I can throw at you... that would be far more interesting...>>
i thought that was clever, but obviously ineffective. my attacks are too flashy, and aren't working against someone with similar techniques, although foreign to me. It'd take too much energy to be using much higher attacks than this... I guess focusing on melee over special attacks will have to do
"you know, those ice crystals in the wind look as pretty as your eyes." I point my sword at her like in the beginning, but it a more ready stance. Just need to focus
Soullira smiled at the swordsinger's comment and spun towards her enemy, blade outstretched propelled exceptionally faster by one of her slipstreams. "Thanks, I think so too!" It might have seemed completely reckless, but Soullira's lance crept up behind her target and moved to strike as Soullira purposefully thrust her blade into the swordsman's to knock him off balance. The lance swung directly into the katana with as much force as Soullira's magic could make it. Hopefully, Soullira thought, I can knock him off balance and the lance should be able to knock the katana out of his hand. He'll be easy prey unarmed!
...Which came in the form of a lance hitting his sword like a rifle's bullet. Letting his lightning fast reflexes take over he leapt forward with his tilting sword, pushed hard by the forced lance. Everything seemed to move slowly. Soullira's hair moved as though in water, and the lance was quick, but not untrackable. In midflight Bryan jumped forward into a front flip off of the lance, moving with the motion of the katana. The opposing sword tip was made into a pivot, katana the lever, and the lance was the acting force.
Bryan shifted his paw's hold on the handle so that when the sword was free to slide across the katana's blade it wouldn't slice it open. To keep control of the katana he pressed his left paw on the back of the blade below the lance. Teetering forward, he was carried past you by the lance's incredible power until the katana tilted past 180° with the spear. I quickly shifted my paw to grasp hold of the hande backhandly, left paw shot to hold on as well, then completed the flip behind you, sword edge by your neck.
Bryan paused before he spoke "This was a fight to the death, remember? I respect you as a fighter, and consider you my equal if not surperior. Now listen. You needn't die. I believe the referee is as much a part of this fight as we are. Do you catch my drift?"
<<I actually thought of this the first i saw the response, just wasn't in the mood to think of how best to articulate it. I tested every motion with my own wooden sword, so the physics was there in accordance to my fursona's abilities. I hope i explained it enough, i'm not trying to cheat or anything>>
"Besides, if you were paying any attention during our fight, you would've seen Dala'qu leave some time ago." Soullira laughed as she noticed the blood pooling on the ground beside her. "Look at that, your hand is bleeding; you should see to that. You see, my lance is made of a special material known as blood steel, it was made for me by my friend Ophelia; if it makes contact with a target, be that his weapon or his body, it extracts a blood payment for its power, if you look at my left hand, you'll see the blood I payed for every attack was leached directly through my skin; however, as it isn't attuned to you, it pulled the blood out by opening a gash in the closest it could get to your body."
As Soullira did her best to draw out her execution, her aura flooded over the battlefield. I'm at about 60% now, I doubt I can draw this out till 100... This'll have to do. "If I'm right about how hard the lance hit your sword, you'll bleed out about a third of your blood within the next hour. Whether you kill me or not, you'll undoubtedly die if you don't do something." An evil grin dawned on the lancer's face as her eyes exploded into a light brighter than the sun.
Soullira used her talent to talk directly inside the ferret's head: "So, what'll it be? Both our deaths, or will you let me go to save yourself?"
The girl held the light in her eyes as her plan came into full swing; right at the moment she asked the question her body might have appeared completely solid, but it had become more like her wings; she had turned herself almost entirely into wind. He'll get a nifty surprise if he tries to cut me... whatever he says back will be proof enough of his merit... Whether the hunt should be called on him will be put to the test by his response to my little lie... If I'm right, I payed most of the toll and he'll only lose enough to form a scar if it isn't treated in a few hours... He better think of this fast, I can only stay completely formed for, oh, another fifteen seconds and then I'll become real again, then we'll get to see what his sword is actually made of... great... The first Sanctum Lord ever to die at the hands of a mortal... I'll be laughed at for eternity...
"you know, we can postpone this fight for another day then. I don't think either of us wants to continue this fight. If the person who orchestrated this fight isn't even here to watch, then i don't see the point. I'm wounded, you believe i will kill you along with myself if we continue which means you are tiring as well. I have my own word to keep, and that is to avenge my bro. Can't do that if i'm dead."
With the remaining energy he usually sets out for his techniques, he muttered "number seventy: teleport", and was whisked away toward the horizon. It works as far as he could see, and lucky he chose the right direction, a town was within sight. He limped toward the run-down town, the wound on his paw and leg had gotten worse from the speedy transportation. He'd need to get some herbs for a poultice and some bandages. Another thought was whether he would meet this mysterious woman again. For the next month he would double his training.
<<If one of my angels judges you fare, it means that you won against them, hooray for you!>>
"I'm Ophelia March; and by being judged fare by a member of our senior courts has us take a little notice of you. Your plight is honorable, so I have come to help you study." With each of her words, a handful of sparks leaped from her mouth and burst in the air. She didn't notice as if it was a natural part of her life.
"Take my paw and you will be made whole again," the woman held out her paw towards the swordsinger, her other firmly gripped on the hilt of her sword.
"If you accept, you will be treated as a member of our court and will be given the rights and authorities therein; if you refuse, I will heal you and be on my way, the sanctum lords will do their best to avoid further conflict with you from that moment on."
Bryan was in complete awe at this being, one worthy of being called a lesser god in his country. He immeadiately bowed in respect, to do any less must be considered rude. He could tell, that this angel was Soulira's superior. Since fighting her took most of his energy and challenged how he fought, learning from her power would be intensely more successful than any training done by himself. Perhaps she can help me use the techniques without speaking them each time...
Finding the right words to say seemed impossible, but found them he did. "I humbly accept your training, Ophelia March. However, only one thing concerns me, being made whole... What does that entail?" Staying bowed, he looked just below her eyes, for they seemed too holy for him to look at.
"a simple bed at an inn will suffice. i can get some coins from my Dimensional pocket.. though i'll need to rest a few moments first."
Too bad when he wakes up I'll have to see what he can do. If he's going to get anywhere he's going to have to work even harder than he's ever worked before... Let's hope he's worth my time after all, of if Soullira just went easy on the poor thing.
He slept for eleven hours. A thief had tried to come in and steal the newcomer's sword, but it mysteriously fell and left a long gash on the thief's arm and footpaw. Immeadiately fearing magic and curses, he ran away with nothing.