A chance encounter [Requesting Rise]

[Ryujin Akira]

Amaya was told of this dojo when she was out in the waste land. She had happened upon a demon of a man who she fought along side to prevent the ensuing demise of Sunagakure. He said that if she wished to train and or take part in the teachings that she was welcomed to do so. Such a luxury was to good to pass up considering her desire for strong opponents, who knew that such a breeding ground for warriors would be found in the unlikely of places and welcoming the strong both in allegiance and unaffiliated with Sunagakure. Amaya dressed in dark garb fit for a kunochi warrior. She was outfited in what appeared to be newly custom designed light armor unlike what was made in Suna. This was because she had designed it and as a Iwagakure woman, much of the culture was present in the design. A scarf of a deep midnight blue hung around her neck resting in front her chess leaving little view of cleavage as having room for the imagination was more or less the Iwa way. She wore a dark gown of fire resistant fabric and lined thinly with the finely refurbished plates of the sturdy Barynx. It provided only mild protection considering its grain but around her stomach she wore a corset that was as smooth and comfortable as leather but as durable as the plates of the Barynx. It was incredibly complex to craft but given her background as a tailor and earth base Ninjutsu specialist, she managed just fine. Her attire was designed purposly for light weight move ability and for the protection of the most vidal of organs. She wore dark gloves gloves and some weapons were visibly on her person. Bandages wrapped her arms, protruding from underneath the gloves and up Amaya's forearm. A ninja style utility belt obviously housing items and tools of the trade slung loosely around Amaya's womanly hips. Her gown hung low with a slit on both her left and right hip area allowing for her tone athletic thighs to be seen. Her legs covered by high burlesque stockings of flattering design for fashion but only by so much as the lower leg was shielded by her dark boots with a protective shielding around her knees. She was eager to find an opponent here to help her break it in but it couldn't just be anyone. She needed someone who could keep up with her in both mind and physical skill. There were a few promising individuals that caught her eye but was not of the Kunochi's caliber. She needed someone one challenging. Someone unpredictable. Someone who didn't scare easily. She needed someone like...

 

[Rise]

It has only been a few days since her arrival in Sunagakure but with each following day, her thirst for blood had only heightened. Like a caged predator, it has been far too long since she’s seen the cruelty of battle. She longed for the savoring metallic taste of blood that would excite the taste-buds of her tongue. Being around such kindhearted people did things to people, and for a Jashinist, this peaceful way of living in Sunagakure was far too stifling- ungodly even. It felt like poison coursing throughout her body. Her sword craved the lifeblood of humans. It called out to her many nights- the very sword which has been said to be possessed by Lord Jashin himself, the Chinmoku no ha (Blade of Silence). The only way she could suppress her blood-lust was by self-wounding herself. Many nights her moans of exquisite pleasure echoed throughout the hallways of Byakko's manor which quite possibly awakened her neighboring tenants. But it was a necessary sacrifice for the sake of her sanity, and for a Jashinist, feeling good was all that mattered even if it was at her own expense.

But despite her masochistic tendencies, Rise was out on the prowl for a specific revenue. It was a place where warriors could test their mettle against other like-minded individuals. Surely, she believed she could release some steam there. Thankfully, the avenue wasn’t particularly hard to find considering the structure that welcomed her was adorned with various signs and symbols of the Toraono clan which signified the location of the dojo.

Rise was excited. She didn’t know whom or what to expect within the depths of the Dojo but she didn’t conceal herself. She was quite open in making her presence known. After all, she wanted a worthy challenger. The sound of her heels that clacked against the pavement would be the triumphant call of her arrival.

“Hmmm. Just one?” The silvery-white haired woman simply smiled. But despite her playful banter, Rise could tell that her supposed opponent wasn't simply here for show. She was dressed resilient for battle while Rise on the other hand was quite the opposite. Her attire was tad more revealing and lacked any true protection of any vital organ. You could say, her body was screaming to be punished. Rise was dressed in a black dovetail lace dress which had a long split on one side to expose her curvaceous hips and thighs, her long toned legs decorated by black sheer stockings and on her feet, black high heeled boots that reached up to her thighs. It would be hard to mistake her for a combatant besides the long katana that was sheathed on her back. But this was the attire Rise found most comfortable in wearing, especially with the amount of movement necessary for her fighting style.

“I’m curious, will you be the one to give me the release I seek?”<i></i>

 

[Ryujin Akira]

The sounds of the thirty inch thigh high boots with four inch heels tapping the solid surface of the terra firma caused Amaya's ears to perk. She knew this sound well and was surprised to here it's soothing pace within the battle grounds of the dojo. She'd slowly turn to trace the sound and in doing so beheld a pair of strong, long, toned legs decorated by black sheer stockings coupled with fine hips, a thin waist and silvery white hair. Though Amaya's face remained in a cold faint smile, she raise an eyebrow as she sized up the woman before her. She was intrigued by the individual as she took note of not only the visible weapon on her but also her attire valued fashion over protection. This was the one then. A kunochi not wearing any sort of protection and carries but one weapon had to be someone confident that they could not be touched. The mind set of someone strong and arrogant much like herself. Amaya would not speak first but instead would raise her head slowly to its peek after her quick examination of the silver haired woman. Amaya would then cross her arms infront of herself as the girl spoke. She stood proud with her head slightly tilted up allowing her beautiful emerald green eyes to scrutinize from above. Her dark strands full and resting from her crown to her vertebral column. The girl would ask something of Amaya that made little sense in context given that there was no prior conversing between the two ever before. Perhaps it was a taunt of sorts, something Amaya would respond in kind.

"Hmmm... Suuuure, I'll also through in some rainbows and unicorns if you'd like- honestly woman, what are you going on about?"

Obvious sarcasm spoken by Amaya though her facial expression hadn't changed to reflect her wit. Her face was void of emotion though her personality did come with doses of humor and witty remarks. Those who found comfort in the none verbal ques people often displayed through facial expressions and movements often had a difficult time with Amaya as she displayed very little if any at all.

[Mft]

 

[Rise]

“Rainbows and Unicorns?...”</B><i></i>

For a moment, there was an awkward silence that overwhelmed the room. It was just the two women observing one another until Rise couldn’t hold a straight face any longer. “You are hilarious!”, she laughed out abruptly. Simply from their little exchange she could assess the type of woman she was.

“You really should loosen up and enjoy yourself. I’ve heard people will become fonder of you if you have a happier disposition.” Rise was clearly returning the jest. It wasn’t often to meet a likewise partner with such wit. She liked that quality. It was honest… and what was more beautiful than forcing someone with such a proud and smug attitude beneath your heel? The mere thought made Rise’s body shudder in excitement. There was something about the humiliation, the bitter defeat and complete domination which made Rise’s senses go haywire. She was feeling pleasure. Many of these listed experiences Rise had experienced at one point or another. It made her a better warrior and enhanced her feats.

“But I feel you are the kind of person whom doesn’t care much about sentimental things like that. You have something to prove… don’t you? You stand here… just as I. Both contenders wanting to see the extent of our abilities.” Rise already raised one hand and coiled her excited fingers around the hilt of her katana. <B>“So how about having a spar with me? If you like, we could even put a little wager on it to make it even more exciting~”<i></i> Of course anything Rise would suggest at this point would possibly be far too perverse. After all, she was a Jashinist. Her blood was boiling with excitement. Those of the Jashinist faith shared common attributes such as the desire for pleasure and sating their physical and mental needs.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

The woman in black would find humor in Amaya's retort and would respond with advice concerning Amaya's inherent qualities of mind and character. She felt that Amaya's disposition lacked happiness most likely due to Amaya's lack of enthusiastic facial ques but in truth Amaya was a very happy person. She could not fathom why anyone would think otherwise. Amaya would place her hands on her hips and cock her head to the side before replying. Her facial expression unchanged and un-phased minus a slight rise of her left perfectly arched eyebrow.

"Please, my disposition is plenty happy can't you tell?" Hugs and kisses for all! Hmph, I'm a kunochi warrior not a bloody postman."

Another sarcastic reply from Amaya who was starting to like this woman in black. At least she could take a punch and dish it back with a smile. People like that were not plentyful in Sunagakure as they were in Amaya's home, Iwagakure, a village of brut like behavior that valued strength over all else. Growing up in such an enviornment was sure to make one brash at the very leas. But her in Sunagakure, it was Just a difference in culture.

The woman continued to win favor in Amaya's eyes when she displayed her decutive reasoning in comparing their likeness. Two out of three was correct in her analysis which wasn't bad. Though Amaya did care heavily about sentimental things, the woman was right in her assumption that Amaya had something to prove and that she stood there ready to explore the extent of her own abilities. Amaya, whoes slightly raised eyebrow was now fully raised, would just stand there with her hands on her hip without interrupting her as to say "go on, you have my attention." Once the woman suggested that the two not only spared but also spiced things up with a wager, Amaya removed her hands from her hips and placed them behind herself before walking closer to the woman in the position of parade rest. This was Amaya's kind of game. Amaya would stop short of entering the woman's bubble, her emerald green eyes tracing the sliver lining of the white haired lass before fixing on her. Intrigued by what was before her, Amaya would fold her arms before placing a finger on her chin and again cocking her head to the side in a pondering position.

"A wager you say, we'll, what did you have in mind?"

[Mft]

 

[Rise]

“Aren’t you a brave soul?”

Rise would grin from ear to ear. To believe that this woman would casually waltz within range of her weapon. Didn’t she fear in being cut down? It would have only taken a second. So it seems Rise wasn’t the only one with balls in this arena.

“I admit, if the postman had both your curves and valor. I would often not turn them running with their tails tucked between their legs.”

After having a much closer look at her adversary, there was no mistake about her judgement from before. Not only was she beautiful, her body was formidable. Sculpted and seemingly lacking any unnecessary fat- although still nicely plump in the right areas. But nonetheless, she didn’t need her Sharingan to suspect such feat. Someone with her physique quite possibly would be nimble on their feet. A difficult opponent. Now the question was, what abilities did she possess? Rise quickly shook her head removing unnecessary thoughts form her mind. She stared boldly into the woman’s eyes with the same unfazed smile that never seemed to vanquish. “You are making me think unnecessarily. It must be that ample bosom of yours.”

Now returning to their duel at hand. The wager wouldn’t be something as silly as a handshake or a kiss on the cheek. That was far too vanilla for the likes of Rise. She wanted this woman to forever remember her name and succumb to the bitter feeling of defeat. She wanted that sensation to linger and haunt her even in her dreams. Rise was such a mischievous and vile woman at times. “Now listen carefully. If I win, you shall get on your knees and submit yourself onto me .”</B><i></i> It was an outlandish request but there was no way that she would decline. She was far too prideful and Rise wanted to use that against her. <B>“Of course, it wouldn't be fair if I didn't provide you the same opportunity. So choose your terms in the unlikely event that you win. Now let me hear it.”

It was always more fun when the stakes of the game are high.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

The woman in black referred to Amaya as a brave soul but that was not quite it. There was something about Amaya that just made others uneasy. Perhaps it was because she was incredibly hard to read. Perhaps it was her uncanny ability to walk head first into danger, with grit clearly visible in each step. Her prideful conceited actions would provoke the ire of any who thought themselves mighty and yet none would strike nor lash out at her due to the confusion induced by such uncommon behavior. She'd cause many to question themselves, their own abilities as her confidence was on par with that of a mad woman, crazier than thee they would think but insane she was not. Her courage and confidence was of one who'd fought a thousand wars. She'd continue to stare at the woman at close range as the lady in black would shake the feelings induced by Amaya's bizarre actions and then would comment on Amaya's breast being the cause of distraction and her lack of focus. Amaya, seemingly un-phased would continue to stare without so much of a single movement. Only a faint smile remained on her face as she placed her head high once more. Standing tall with graceful and prideful posture, she'd place her hands behind her back in a military pose of parade rest. Her emerald green eyes unwavering stared down pass the bridge of her nose.

"Do you plan to complement me for the rest of the evening?"

An obvious taunt but interest was clear in her vocals. The sliver haired woman would deliver her terms in the event of her victory and it was not something you'd expect... except the Queen of Battle has delt with many of her kind in her career as Stone's elite anbu, even climb to the ranks of Sennin. It was of no surprise to her that this one would want Amaya to submit in such an humiliating and degrading fashion. Amaya would simply take another few steps into the woman's bubble, her eyes forcing themselves onto the sliver haired woman's in search for any weakness in poise or wavering eyes. Amaya was a perfessional and this wasn't the first time she'd make such a gamble.

"Deal, Such a proposition I would have taken you up on without the use of a wager. But if I win, and I will, know this, your sword belongs to me... to do with as I please and when I please it so, understand?"

This woman was awakening a darkness in Amaya. Something kept suppressed through strong will but today, today she did not wish to hold it back...

[Mft]

 

[Rise]

Her adversary’s wager was just as patronizing- although, it was a tad more elegant in comparison to the silver haired Jashinist who outwardly had only one thing on her lecherous mind. “Despite your mannerism, you are quite spirited. I never imagined you would openly accept my request without condition. I’m starting to think you are enjoying more than just my presence… Perhaps it was my charm and lovely figure? I’m sure it wasn’t my personality.” Despite how lively Rise had seemed, her eagerness to fight was overwhelming. With such highs stakes on the line, there weren't any possibilities of holding back. Nevertheless, that is exactly what she wanted. A fight among equals. She wanted the adrenaline to course through her body until the very end of their climax.

“I accept your request but I shall not lose.” She then retreated her fingers from the hilt of her weapon and stretched her hand forward in a rather friendly gesture. This type of sportsmanship was not common among Jashinist. Especially for a woman whom have killed a handful of men with their back turns without question. “Well, let’s shake on it.”

But despite all this dialogue between the two ladies, they have yet to exchange their names. Well, Rise was having far too much fun with her new acquaintance. But what better time than the present to acknowledge the other by name. “By the way warrior, what is your name? You can call me Rise. I’m the champion you will be calling Master soon enough.”<i></i> She playfully chuckled. Perhaps some healthy rivalry could manifest from all this but knowing Rise and her vile antics, healthy is often not the term that sums up her relationship with others. But perhaps just maybe there exists one person in this world who understands the misunderstood.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

Amaya seemingly un-phased by anything simply starred at the woman in black. Her hands still behind her back allowed Rise to see how comfortable Amaya was in not having a guard up. This was her confidence. Though she wasn't an insane warrior lacking the fear of death she also welcomed death to try it's hand at her, any morning and any night. She, however, was not above caution. Behind her was her pouches filled with Ninja tools and mini weapons that were sharp palm sized needles and knives. Each time she placed her hand behind her back she'd find herself playing with a knives or two, twirling them with her fingers before penning them in hidden areas on her attire behind her. Confident but not at all stupid nor insane. Amaya would tilt her head to the side as the silver haired woman gave yet another charming complement in her own sarcastic flare which Amaya was obliged to respond the same.

"Don't be silly, you have splendid personality. I imagine your the type to greet villagers with warm hugs and cookies. A true breath of fresh air."

Amaya would give a sarcastic smirk if it were at all possible but only a faint smile and a tilt of her head was given. The woman would proclaim that she'd not lose to Amaya in battle but would also extend her hand to Amaya. This was a bit confusing and yet little surprised Amaya. Twirling a small blade in one hand behind her, Amaya would reach out with her free hand to shake the woman's hand who introduced herself as Rise. Amaya would wink before shaking her hand.

"I didn't take you for the type to stand on ceremony but I guess it proper to introduce myself as well Ms. Rise. You may call me Fang... for now at least. I too except your terms and if you are ready..."

 

[Rise]

Fang? Surely, she jested. That name was simply an alias. “Really, Fang? We have been staring into each other’s eyes far longer than any man would do a woman on their first date. Surely a proper name would suffice… even a kiss at this point.” When a fighter names themselves on the battlefield it was only natural to have one’s name returned in respect. Yet, here she was lacking a true name of her combatant. Was this an act of dishonor on her name? The woman grinned baring her teeth. “So cruel.” She liked this one, practically identifying this human being as an object of desire. Every bit about her was arousing her interests. She could only wonder what more would she be able to learn from their fight. The story of their hardships and battles once their weapons clashed and their blood soaked the pavement.

The sociable atmosphere from before would slowly begin to wane. She reached for her weapon which was wrapped in bandages on her back and unveiled its crimson hue. This spear wasn’t simply for show and those whom admired its intricacies would see it wasn’t a weapon for a mere beginner. Rise held her weapon and faced towards Amaya valiantly. This fight would have an interesting turn of events. Finally, someone she could go against without worry about holding back- not that it REALLY ever a problem but Sunagakure hand her hands tied. She had to behave... for now. Her fingers would squeeze the hilt of her spear firmly. “Fight me and don’t hold back. Treat me like one of your ex-lovers. Surely, you must have had many of them.”

She would stare down Amaya’s every movement. It was expected to try and discern your enemy’s actions. Rise may not have been the smartest person, actually, she was far more brawn than actual intelligence but there was something she had in abundance. This was her instinct and her desire to win. There was no giving up and even when hammered to the ground in pitiful defeat, she would relish in her misery, the disappointment of lost. This was how she learned from her mistakes.

“Well… if you won’t give me your name… I guess I’ll have to take it by force, won’t I?” Rise wet her lips simply from the thought. Forcing Fang who had such confidence in how she handled herself, Rise couldn’t help but want to tear away this exterior and subjugate her to her every whim. This thrill was going to make her break in ecstasy. She needed to hold it in and not burst.

[MFT]

[Calling Bmod]

 

[Junan]

Battle Mod = ME!!!

You're both big enough and ugly enough to know what to send me.

 

[Ryujin Akira]

It would seem the young Ms. Rise had some qualms with Amaya's choice in giving her a name not assigned by birth. Perhaps she felt Amaya was lacking in decorum however Amaya would beg the differ as a name for tells a great deal about you and so a proper name should be had whether by birth or by reputation...

"A kiss you say? Darling, a kiss from me would only induce a coma of pure ecstasy you couldnt hope to wake from. And as for my name. You are correct in your assumption tis not my birth name, however, I'd admonish you so. Unwise is it to delude yourself in your light hearted conjecture of my moniker. Fang may not be what I came into this world as but it is the accursed epithet that I earned for myself. Fangs, the weapon of choice for all hunter like creatures stalking prey through the night..."

Little did Rise know that she was up against the infamous Devil of Iwagakure, the one and only to earn the appellation, "Queen of Battle!" Amaya was still under cover here in Sunagakure. She had to keep her wits about her and keep information about herself personally down to the bear minimum. A mystery she had to be, however, she couldn't put a muzzle on her lust for battle even if it would blow her cover by drawing to much attention. Amaya would fold her arms as she watched Rise ready herself. She'd observe her weapon of choice, her stance, her eyes, her steps. All of this was insight for her. Everything she said and did in such a short conversation was being used to foresee the out come of this match. Some stayed two steps ahead, others three, Amaya was already at the finish line. Even with her taunts, Amaya remained poised, irritatingly untouchable.

"You wish for me to give it my all? But this is such a pretty Dojo. If I go all out, I question if there'll be a Dojo still standing. Likely not sadly. But fret not love, I'll keep us both satisfied. On my honor. Now then, come!"

Jesters Rise to come at her with one finger.

[Mft]
[Actions sent]

 

[Junan]

Amaya
HP: 42,000 - 203 = 41,797
CP: 42,000 - 3196 = 38,804
AP: 10 - 9.5 = 10.5 next round
Status: Lunar Seal Activated


VERSUS


Rise
HP: 45,000
CP: 33,000 - 4050 = 28,950
AP: 10 - 8.75 = 11 next round
Status: Bleed Rank 1, Arm tangled with Wire, Leg tangled with Wire

Actions:
0.00 - Amaya targets Rise
0.00 - Amaya put on her fighting gloves
0.00 - Amaya draws 8x Ninja Wire
0.00 - Amaya activates the Lunar Seal (Rank 3)
0.50 - Rise activates the Sharingan (Rank 3)
0.56 - Amaya enters the After Quake style
1.00 - Rise draws a spear
1.50 - Rise activates Elemental Channeling (affinity move) - Fire jutsu
3.38 - Amaya uses an expanded Earth Flow Wave (Rank 2) using the Debilitate affinity move, and rides it.
3.75 - Rise strikes at Amaya with Bloodletter (Rank 2) (Miss, Partial, Partial)
5.60 - Amaya uses Active Camo (Rank 2)
6.00 - Rise strikes at Amaya with Bloodletter (Rank 2) (Miss, Hit, Miss) (no bleed)
6.61 - Amaya uses a hidden action on Rise (Hit) but Amaya fails the secondary effect of the jutsu
8.75 - Rise attacks using Hyper Thrust (Rank 2) ~~~BUT~~~
8.75 - Amaya uses Flash Counter (Rank 2) Called Shot Arms with Wire (Hit, ), Called shot Legs with Wire (Critical hit), basic strikes (Miss, miss, hit, miss)

Notes:
- Moves which have instant ap are going to deduct that ap from the remaining duration of the round. Thus 1ap used instantly means that you have 9ap being used over the 10 second round. This includes instant dodge.
- 5 Days starts now.


Roleplay:

And Rise did come, the red eyes of the Uchiha clan making the world seem less complicated.

As she advanced Amaya manipulated the earth to act like water, controlling it and riding it. Pulling out her spear and twirling it in the air Rise moved and struck out at her opponent, but the movement that Amaya had on the wave made it difficult to get a direct blow. Some glancing shots were all she could manage, but she tried again, this time getting at least one true strike.

Having had enough of this wasting of time Rise bunched her muscles, focused her chakra and moved to assault her opponent with a barrage of attacks, yet even her eyes could only watch on as her opponent seemed to dance around the spear, get inside her reach and make two vicious attacks on her, at least intent wise. Amaya hit her arm with intention to cause lasting damage, and her leg with the same.

The first series of clashes ended, Amaya still riding her wave of earth, holding on a couple of wires attached to her opponents limbs restricting their movements, while Rise could feel the warmth of her own blood begin to run down her leg. Yet despite this neither really felt like they had taken much damage. Testing out each others resolve and style.

 

[Rise]

So, the name known as Fang was with its merits. Here she was already tangled in a mess like an insect trapped in the web of her assailant. “Fang clearly is a name that suits you best.” Rise made the mistake of underestimating her opponent. If she made the same mistake twice, surely it would be a crushing defeat in the next few seconds. One could say from her many battles, she has become enlightened. There were battles like these that even an immortal had to tread lightly.

“I didn’t know you were into this kind of thing… BDSM?” Clearly Rise was teasing the woman on. But it didn’t change her predicament. Her movement was hindered by these dreadful wires and the more she pulled it simply tightened on her flesh. But how exactly? The woman flashed in the blink of an eye and she was already bombarded from her relentless attacks. Was this woman that much more agile than herself? Strength. Speed. Durability. Rise had these qualities in abundance. Yet here she was being pushed back by a woman she could barely hit. “Why can’t I hit her?! Why won’t this woman bleed!?” She thought loudly to herself. There was something awkward about her movements or was it simply luck of the goddess that guided her footsteps? Regardless of the circumstances, it still pissed off this Jashinist.

“Don’t be looking so smug Fang with that pretty face of yours… we are just getting started. I’ll take more than a kiss once I’m done with you.” Rise would once again reinforce her stance while Fang surfed around the room on the wave of earth beneath her feet. Fang wasn’t like her run of the mill adversaries that she could simply cut through with mindless force. For this woman, she needed a tad more finesse and use of that organ that she barely thought about using... can you guess it?

[Actions to be Sent]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

It would seem that Amaya's opponent, was clearly, use to handling Spears. As predicted by Amaya, Rise was the aggressive type, one with no problem taking the Vanguard position in the forefront, however, due to her lack of defensive armor, Amaya had not predicted the lack of finesse. Broad attacks jabbed at Amaya with reckless abandon as if all it would take was a single blow of her Spear to put Amaya down. Poison tip was Amaya's immediate surmise, however, something was off about the theory but as a precaution, Amaya avoided what she could using the earth beneath her feat as a wave she could surf. Her movements, twist and turns were elegant. Her long black hair twirling with each spin and wisking as she picked up speed around Rise. Rise continued her assault leaving herself wide open for Counter blows in which Amaya saw fit to exploit. "So many blind spots..." Amaya would surf in anticipation to the next jab in which she'd capitalize on the opening created. Rise would find Amaya passed her Spear and face to face with her. Amaya's face still the same, lacking in emotion, emerald gaze and a faint smile. Without giving her much time to react, Amaya would Unleash a series of up close Strikes while utilizIng two ninja wire to further hinder her ability to react and to hinder mobility as well as her accuracy with her dominant arm. Now that she had her snagged, Amaya would continue on her Wave, riding in a circle which would keep Rise awkwardly moving about. Rise would pay Amaya a true compliment once she'd verbally admit to the merits of Amaya's title as Fang in which Amaya was easily flattered. "Thank you."

A mutual understanding was now met as Amaya was sure that Rise would not continue to underestimate her. This was good as a true battle was only worthy of Amaya's efforts. Rise now with tangled arm and leg would have trouble keeping footing and would impose a bit of humor to her seemingly displeased predicament. She'd joke about Amaya's tactics, saying that she didn't know Amaya was into BDSM. Though Amaya had never ventured said Avenue, she wasn't exactly closed to the idea.

"There's a lot you don't know about."

A humorous retort. Amaya was having real fun fighting Rise. Her witty remarks and confidence only served to motivate Amaya. Still, fun aside, Amaya had to conventrate on the battle at hand. Rise was a strange opponent. One who fought with little to no regard to her own protection. People like this could be easily unpredictable as the psychology of the norm did not apply. Rise had an Ace in the hole no doubt and Amaya needed to anticipate what that was. All she could learn thus far is that it had something to do with landing a clean strike with her Spear and though Amaya had landed a few blows, Rise seemed un-phased by any damage. If Rise, not wearing any armor and using direct attacks that leaves her open to counter blows, would risk everything on a single gambit, then clearly the payout would lead to grave misfortune for Amaya. Keeping this in mind Amaya set herself up for the next move.

"Indeed we are just getting started, and, I'm not done yet!"

[Mft]

[Actions sent]

 

[Junan]

Amaya
HP: 41,797 - 19,340 = 22,457
CP: 38,804 - 4280 = 34,524
AP: 10.5 - 7 = 11 next round
Status: Lunar Seal Activated, Bleed Rank 1


VERSUS


Rise
HP: 45,000
CP: 28,950 - 7178 = 21,772
AP: 11 - 9.5 = 11ap next round
Status: Bleed Rank 2, Arm tangled with Wire, Leg tangled with Wire

Actions 9.7
0.45 Rise activates Mangekyou Sharingan
1.14 Rise strikes at Amaya with Gae Bulg (Miss)
1.14 Rise swaps Gae Bulg with Chinmoku
1.14 Using Quick Reaction Amaya targets Rise with Gravitational Pull Rank 2 with Debilitate (Miss)
2.50 Rise attacks Amaya with Higuma Rank 2 using the special action (Hit, Hit, Hit, Partial, Miss, Miss, Hit - Counting as 4 hits) (Fails to cause bleeding) knocks Amaya off of Earth Wave Flow
3.20 Amaya attacks with Vine Tangle Rank 2, Affinity Move Feint, with 4 wires (Hits) Amaya enters stealth.
3.38 Amaya's Earth Flow Wave Rank 2 using the Debilitate affinity move attacks Rise, smashing the Vine Tangle but...
3.38 Rise uses Flock of Shadows Rank 2 and dodges the remaining damage. Amaya doesn't know which Rise is which
3.38 Rise attacks Amaya (Awareness check successful) with Dragon Flame Bomb Rank 2, Affinity move Feint, (Critical Hit)
6.04 Amaya strikes with Fist of Sin Rank 2, Fist of Lust, Called Shot Neck, Crippling Strike (Misses) (Not in stealth)

Edits:
1 - I had continued to mod an attack of Amaya's occurring when the pre-jutsu didn't work, have removed and redone the timing of jutsu.
2 - I had missed one of Amaya's conditionals which had the potential to throw out this mod substantially. I have redone the timing of the jutsu, and remodded where appropriate. I have all rolls able to be accessed so continued using the same rolls to reach the above conclusions with the only additional roll being the awareness check on Dragon Flame Bomb.

 

[Rise]

To believe these simple crimson hues known as the Sharingan were the treasures that her Jashinist clan had wanted to bring into fruition. All that anguish and suffering she had to experience; losing her childhood to become a cold assassin. She resented these abilities yet at the same time, these eyes were all that kept her alive. If she had not awakened this power she would have been massacred along the rest like a common dog. It was funny. Simply thinking about this made Rise smile by how messed up this world was. But let’s move beyond that and to the battle at hand. Amaya was swift and resilient. Her spear couldn’t reach her with its predictable attack paths. But the weapon Rise was truly skilled in using wasn’t a spear but a sword. So quickly within the heat of combat, she swapped into the beautiful cursed katana. Its most noticeable feature being the elongated blade that stretched about Rise’s height.

Near instantly, Rise assaulted the woman with a barrage of attacks. The attacks weren’t even seconds apart. Each swing connecting into the flesh of the body who just moments ago was near impossible to hit. But despite how much she carved her sword into her flesh, Fang just wouldn’t bleed! Was Fang a monster? Surely, she couldn’t be. Rise had seen all kinds of monsters within her time. She just needed to be a bit more disciplined. A bit more perceptive of her enemy’s actions and movements. But she was getting far too excited. She just wanted to sink her teeth into Fang’s succulent flesh, and swallow that crimson hue of life. Her taste buds desired the metal-like taste.

“Fang… I can’t wait to have you.” But such excitement had made her far more vulnerable than she had anticipated. She had already become far more entangled by Fang’s tendrils.

The slab of earth would finally come crashing down. Despite the tendrils that hindered her body, Rise out maneuvered its grasp by hastening her steps. Two clones then formed at each side to blur the visual senses of her opponent. She then retaliated by swiping her sword through the air, and a powerful gust of flames engulfed Fang into a fiery inferno.

The woman’s nostrils flared as she sniffed the scent of blood that finally dispersed into the air.. She could finally smell it. That sweet scent of her adversary’s blood. Like the sharks of the ocean, it only made her senses even more acute.

[Marked for Training]

[Actions to be Sent]

[Let me know if RP needs to be edited at any point.]

 

[Ryujin Akira]

"Wow, look at you," a singed Amaya would call out to Rise. Standing tall, her once beautified armor was now covered in soot and partly damaged. The small pockets of cinder gave off an ominous glow as the embers were partially fresh and still crackling. It would seem that Amaya would be encountering a lot of these fire jutsu specialist as of late, each with a pair of those odd little eyes. Perhaps there was something to those child like gossips after all. Impressive, but it was time to test just how legendary those eyes were.

"You wish to have me? Fine, I'll give you all that I've got!"

Amaya would take a deep breath before placing one hand stretched out before her. Her blink was slowed and her breathing calm. It would seem this opponent presented Amaya with a rare opportunity to test her real power. There were a few jutsu she had been meaning to try however the opportunity never presented it's self until now.

"I hope your ready, from here on out, I won't be attacking with any more of those elementary jutsu so do me a favor... try to keep standing long enough for me to get the dust off of these."

[Actions being with out delay.]

 

[Junan]

It's been reviewed.

Post, and send actions, or round 3 will happen.

 

[Sanyu]

Go ahead and send me all the relevant info.