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Post by Sparda on Sept 18, 2012 11:52:53 GMT -6
A swift dodge on her part, and an excellent start. Her reflexes were clearly quick enough to keep up with that swift attack, but that wasn't nearly the fastest blow he could've struck.
He allowed his leg to lower, stopping himself in a shallow crouch with his back to Melany. The moment he touched down, he felt her foot press against the small of his back to kick him away and he decided to continue his spin, reaching around with his left hand to grab her by the ankle. As he turned to face her, he yanked her leg upwards to pull her off her standing foot, then let go of her ankle, stepped forward and countered with a powerful downward punch aimed at her stomach while she was off her feet.
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Post by Saasha on Sept 18, 2012 12:06:15 GMT -6
Melany pressed her hands into the fist and used it to give herself a little push, just enough to push her airborne body out out of the way of the strike. Landing back on her feet she kept one hand on his wrist and twisted her fist over to strike him on the bridge of the nose with an over-handed backfist before spinning towards him and letting her arm curl to launch another backfist at his ribs.
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Post by Sparda on Sept 18, 2012 12:41:57 GMT -6
An excellent counter to a strike that would've smashed any lesser opponent into the ground and left them with several crushed ribs. She definitely knew what she was doing. The devil tensed his wrist, resisting the twist she put upon it, and leaned back out of the range of her first backhand.
The second was neatly caught in a one-handed Royal Block before he twisted forward, wrenched his left hand free and stepped into a powerful yorn press, shunting her chest with his left hand and right shoulder and elbow to knock her off balance. Smirking, he followed into a vicious back roundhouse to her stomach, bursting into the flurry of powerful strikes known as the Kick 13.
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Post by Saasha on Sept 18, 2012 13:19:00 GMT -6
Melany didn't curse, but she was close. Not out half out of surprise, half out of enjoyment. Was she enjoying this? Yeah, yeah she was. Though her face was stock still, her aura told another tale. The press caught her but she let it push her back and let her momentum carry her to the ground so she could roll under the vicious roundhouse. But upon rising, she saw the flurry headed her way. Guess now would be a better time then none to try one of the gifts Tony had left her. She vanished. Air Trick.
She reappeared off to his right and just behind him, debating drawing her blade. But he had not raised his so she would not raise hers. Had this been an actual match, she might have but that was not the case. And so her left hand remained on the sheath, poised to pop the tsuba if need be.
Melany was done evading for now and went on the offensive. Her feet planted, she drove her foot straight for the back of his near knee to take it out and simultaneously her fists flashed out- one for the base of his neck and the other for the base of his spine.
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Post by Sparda on Sept 18, 2012 14:00:50 GMT -6
Alright, so she could fight on even terms with your average moderate-class demon. Sparda, though, was vastly more dangerous than that, and intended to prove it. It was time to begin a true test and see what she was made of.
The instant before her simultaneous attacks would've hit home, Sparda disappeared with an Air Trick of his own.
"Impressive," he mused matter-of-factly, having reappeared mere feet to Melany's left with her left hand, which had been aimed at his spine, clutched in the vice-like grip of his own left. In a sudden and graceful movement, he turned, wrenched her into a stiff armbar and lashed out with a palm strike to her elbow - cleanly snapping her arm.
Waiting for the inevitable shriek of pain, he released her and stepped back, her arm now bent back almost thirty degrees past straight. "You certainly can fight like a demon, now let's see your body thrive like one. Reset your arm and come at me."
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Post by Saasha on Sept 18, 2012 20:43:37 GMT -6
He was waiting for the right thing. She did shriek. It was short however, though genuine as it was. It wasn't that it didn't hurt, it was that she had been raised to not show pain. But unfornutely, she was used to cracked ribs and such, not snapped joints. She took a few steps back, gritting her teeth and trying to force her lungs inhale- her arm was on fire. However, she was not so out of it that she didn't hear his words.
"-now let's see your body thrive like one." Did he really expect her to- wait. What? Now was one of those times when her flashbacks came in handy. Her mind raced back to the room; when she had awoken to find all of her wounds healed. She had thought that Tony had been the one to heal her. But with Sparda's words, it seemed like her body had done the healing itself.
Well, if that was the case, she didn't need her arm healing like this. Not wasting any time, she grasped her forearm near the base... This was going to suck balls. Melany jerked it forward and twisted it a slight bit. With an audible series of clicks and a muffled moan, the boned fell back into place. She shook her head a bit to clear it ans was met with a pleasant surprise.
Her joint was far from healed, but the fire was dying. It would be a bit before it was usable, but it was definitely healing. Carefully and quickly she slipped the offended hand into her obi and behind her sword to hold it in place while it healed. This done, she raised her gaze back to Sparda, a smile curling her lips. Nothing smug or conceited. Just a smile. "Like to teach hands on, do you?" She chuckled good-naturedly, "Best way to learn and learn quickly, that it is."
She launched her self off of the balls of her feet, her face falling back into solidity. She put her natural speed to the test, to try to vanish for just enough time to grasp his right shoulder with her good hand and drive her knee into his midsection before dropping to the side and extending her left leg to spin around and catch him just above the knees, her right hand on the ground to support her weight.
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Post by Sparda on Sept 20, 2012 12:35:37 GMT -6
As Melany came at him, faster this time, Sparda waited for her with eyes narrowed in silent judgement of her treatment of the broken arm. She hadn't quite grasped his point, so he needed to try again.
The incoming knee was intercepted with a firm left-handed Royal Block, while the devil turned and crouched to catch her sweeping leg. Grasping it in both hands, he continued his spin, using the grip on her body to swing her around and then smash her into the ground in such a way that she landed with all her weight on the healing arm.
"Don't just set it and leave it!" he criticised, stepping away from her. "Regenerate! That arm should've fixed itself and been ready to fight within seconds of the break."
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Post by Saasha on Sept 20, 2012 16:28:13 GMT -6
The woman braced herself for the impact, letting out a small grunt of pain followed by a harsh wince to accompany the grinding sounds from her elbow. The moment Sparda let go of her foot, she pulled it back and rolled to a knee. So there was more to it. Heeding his words, she decided to opt for a different approach to this, focusing on her now even more jacked up elbow, enforcing her will upon it.
A slight scoff of disbelief left her lips as she slipped her hand from her obi, unhindered by any pain. Amazing. She stretched it out to the side to test it. Still no pain. With a slight sigh of content, she returned it's rightful place on her sheath. "Better?"
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Post by Sparda on Sept 20, 2012 16:40:58 GMT -6
The devil seemed to relax his stance very slightly at the sight of Melany holding back just enough to concentrate on something; then she began testing her apparently healed arm. He offered a smile in response to her question.
"A start," he began. "But no more than that. It should be second-nature, an automatic defence of your body rather than a conscious effort."
In the next moment, a gunshot ripped apart the silence. Sparda had drawn Ombra, fired a shot at Melany and holstered almost in the same movement, the red-hot bullet grazing the left side of her neck. A mere centimetre to the left and it would've shredded her carotid artery. "Heal," he commanded, having made his initial point clear. "Then draw that sword and actually attack me."
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Post by Saasha on Sept 20, 2012 18:09:37 GMT -6
No sooner were the words fresh from his lips than her wound vanished- as did she. Her footfalls making no noise nor rustling the grass as she approached. In the back of her mind she knew he would be able to track her most likely, but she could at least try. Mustering all the speed she could, her thumb popping the blade silently from it's sheath in a classic Battojutsu slash across his midsection, the step of her foot and the rotation of her hips adding to the power and swiftness. But she was not done, she followed immediately with the sheath aimed towards the side of his head, her feet poised to potentially slip away should things go wrong.
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Post by Sparda on Sept 20, 2012 18:20:27 GMT -6
That was much better, but still merely the tip of the iceberg. Sparda intended to inflict a much more grievous injury tonight and properly test Melany's healing factor. Finally, she was coming at him with a sincere attack and drawing that blade of hers... Time to stop playing.
A plume of black smoke whirled past Sparda's hand in the split-second Melany took to reach him, and a mighty clang of metal rang through the still night as Revelation's gleaming blade clashed with her katana, the devil's block holding fast. With a flick of his wrist and a follow-through flourish of the arm, he turned her blade upwards to parry the sheath strike for him and open her right side to a twisting, left-footed kick aimed at her kidney to push her back. In the next instant, he shunted her weapon aside and lowered his leading foot out of the kick to step forward into a jab of his blade aimed straight for her throat.
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Post by Saasha on Sept 21, 2012 11:46:24 GMT -6
He was striking for injury. Good. But what surprised her was the blade that appeared out of nowhere. What in the world was this world not capable of? She slid her foot forty-five degrees to his right and towards him, her sheath still held backhandedly to strike the top of his ankle to assist in pressing it downwards and her body out of the way. As his blade strove straight on for her throat, she made use of her already moving body to twitch her head to the side, letting it slide straight past her neck, but not far enough. A nice size slice opened up on the right side of her neck.
Ignoring it, she raised her sheath to keep the blade from coming for her face should he slide it to the side, and drove the tip of her katana straight for his now exposed rib cage at the close range.
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Post by Sparda on Sept 23, 2012 11:41:26 GMT -6
His positioning had become rather awkward at this close distance, and needed to be fixed. When the katana came at him, Sparda twisted into a sidestep that took his torso out of the blade's path and let it lunge past him, the edge facing away from him.
Immediately, the devil reversed his momentum and backpedalled away from Melany, lashing out with a quick slash at her cheek to either deal another flesh-rending blow or at least force her back.
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Post by Saasha on Sept 23, 2012 12:13:58 GMT -6
Her mind was empty as she ducked under the blade. Her mind solely focused on his retreating form. Instead of leaning back to bend under the assault as she usually would have, she dropped forward, almost to a knee while simultaneously re-sheathing her katana. With one quick jerk of her wrist, the blade flew from it's home in an upward swing. He was too far away for the metal to strike him, but that was not what she was going for.
The upward sweep was so fast that the air around the path ripped in twine, creating a vacuum scar that now raced for Sparda. The bottom end of it gouging the earth beneath and the top end brushing the bottoms of the branches. He would feel his body being tugged toward the scar.
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Post by Sparda on Sept 24, 2012 12:15:14 GMT -6
The attack that came at him caused a smirk of mild amusement to tug at the corners of the Dark Knight's mouth as he kept backing away. It was an interesting cross between a Drive and a Judgement Cut; a quick iaijutsu-style draw slash that sent a vicious pressure wave rushing forward at him.
The devil suddenly stopped next to a large tree, braced his footing firmly; and a plume of violet flame danced across Revelation's blade as he outright blocked the pressure wave, holding a deadlock for just a moment before he straightened up and batted it aside with his sheer strength, sending it ripping up the tree and tearing off its every branch, letting them fall around him and leaving the trunk bare.
"So you can fight," he remarked, his sword disappearing in a cloud of jet smoke. "Now let's see if that demon blood makes you as strong as you are fast." Without another word, the Dark Knight lashed out with a punch at the base of the tree trunk, sending a neat crack through the base of the great plant and felling it as if with an axe. Before it began toppling over, he drove his gloved hand into the trunk, gripping down like a vice to hold it firmly - and hurled it straight at Melany with a mighty throw.
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